#basically I have an excuse to write a short story ive been wanting to write since I was a kid and impress ppl with it

[cinemacrypt]

Writing Charles Dickens fanfiction for an English final fuck my stupid gay baka life

[actualbird]

Hiya Zak!

Lately I've been wondering, how do you write your fics? Do you have a process? A starting point?

Also, I know a major part ppl talk about in writing is "show not tell", how do you know if you're telling instead of showing? Cause I know that I, for one, would look down at what I wrote and have no idea if I'm showing or telling.

eyyo roshie-writes :DDD

ive actually answered the question on my writing process several times before. heres the latest time i answered that question in depth (answered in dec 2021), but the tl;dr is "i make at minimum 2 outlines before Actually Writing, and my outlines get Very detailed so im effectively writing each fic at least 3 times before it actually gets posted on ao3, because i apparently love to make myself suffer" jHVJHVKJFHD

but forreal, that ask does basically go thru my entire writing process, from idea conception to Actual Writing. and my process hasnt changed one bit since then. this has been my process since like, 2015 actually HAHA. it really works for me and how my brain is Built, but every single writer is different. what works for me may not work for others. like, i am Hugely reliant on outlines, but i know a lot of writers who get bogged down by outlines and prefer to write just straight to the page, and it's really fascinating and delightful to me that there are endless methods and ways to get a story out :D

what i wanted to talk about more is the "show dont tell" thing because.....

i hate that writing tip so much JHVKJDVFJKHDSFS

and u just gave me an excuse to talk about why at length! but i still also answer ur questions ofc! just.....after i talk about a whole lot of other things oops

for easy reference, heres the chronological table of contents im gonna go through under the cut (because this response got Long As Hell it's---OH GOD IT'S OVER 1.4K WORDS LONG, IM SO SORRY)

what "show dont tell" is (bcuz definitions r important)

litmus test to figure out whether youre showing or telling

why i dont like "show dont tell" (bcuz theres a time and place for both showing and telling, they both have benefits)

how i personally like to spruce up "telling"

feel free to skip over to the litmus test, since thats what u asked for! the rest is just me rambling because i am Very passionate about the benefits of "telling" HAHA

without further ado, lemme get into it!

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what "show dont tell" is (bcuz definitions r important)

Telling is = giving the information that a sentence/scene is trying to convey outright.

Showing is = giving the information that a sentence/scene is trying to convey through description.

so in its simplest definition, an example of a Telling sentence could be, for example "The office of Luke's detective agency was often messy, but Rosa's has always known that Luke's a bit of a messy person."

meanwhile a Showing version of that sentence could be, for example "Upon entering the office of Luke's detective agency, there were discarded reports on the floor, dusty file boxes in disarray, a half empty bag of dried figs on the couch; all of which Rosa just sighs fondly at."

at this point, i wanna say that "show dont tell" is probably a very popular piece of advice because for many beginner writers or for people new to storytelling in general, the first instinct is to tell. because it's often more direct, and it's also how we generally tell stories in casual conversation, for example. like, when im telling my friend about a funny thing that happened at work, i tell them "dude this thing made me SO FUCKING NERVOUS" which is a Telling sentence. i usually dont go "my hands were shaking the entire time i was giving this presentation and my gut felt like it was twisting into itself" which is a Showing sentence, simply because the Telling sentence is easier and quicker to say.

Telling is first instinct, but reading a 5k short story that is all Telling can get pretty boring or monotonous, because what Showing has that Telling often doesnt have is Description. Showing fleshes out a scene some more, challenges the reader to surmise details on their own and connect the dots themselves, and also trains beginners to be more active in describing their scenes and fleshing it out further.

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litmus test to figure out whether youre showing or telling

in general when youve got a Telling sentence, the information a sentence is trying to convey is most usually directly spelled out in the sentence itself.

on the flipside, when youve got a Showing sentence, the information is something that can be garnered from the descriptors of what can be seen, how other characters react, etc.

so long as a sentence is Not Outright saying the information it wants to get across, then youve probably got a showing sentence.

so if ur trying to figure out if what youve written is Telling or Showing, first ask yourself "what information am i trying to convey here?" and once you know that, look at what youve written and see how you conveyed it. did you convey this directly? or did you allude to it using details that lead to that information?

to demonstrate, let me go back to my previous example with luke and rosa. both sentences are conveying two pieces of information. 1) that the office is usually messy and 2) that rosa isn't surprised cuz she knows luke Lives Like This

the Telling sentence says these pieces of info outright. meanwhile the Showing sentence doesnt and takes more time to give details that simply allude to those two pieces of information, details like what shit luke has strewn around his apartment and rosa's reaction.

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why i dont like "show dont tell" (bcuz theres a time and place for both showing and telling, they both have benefits)

i dont like "show dont tell" because a lot of the time, when i see this piece of writing advice, it's worded as "ALWAYS show and NEVER tell" and uh.......no, thats not right

first off, all writing advice is Not absolute. what works for one writer may not work for another writer and no technique out there is inherently Bad, it all Depends on so many factors. secondly, the balance between Showing and Telling is also hugely reliant on each writer's specific style. like, personally i love to do Telling a bunch for sentence structure variation, for humor/comedy, or for a whole lot of other reasons!! which leads me to my third point:

Telling has its uses and its benefits.

because listen......Showing is indeed really great, and like i said earlier, it pushes writers to flesh out scenes more.

but not every scene or piece of information in a story needs to be fleshed out in the way that Showing necessitates.

i like to think about it this way. Showing has the tendency to expand a scene/information, and i visualize this literally. like, if my story was represented by 5 accordions glued to each other (bear with me here), and i just so happened wanted to use Showing for everything, all of those accordions would be stretched out and expanded. on the flipside, if i use Telling for everything, all of those accordions are pushed tight together, because Telling tends to contract a scene/information.

having a story thats 5 accordions long that made up of All Telling OR All Showing is generally not how stories work. instead, stories are a mix of accordions, some contracted and some expanded, because different scenes/information have different levels of importance and value.

like, lemme use an example from chapter 2 of "yes, she’s my lover, yes, she’s a half-dragon. any more questions?" since thats one of my most recent non smut fics HAHA

over the course of this chapter, the following happens

luke realizes he needs to find out more information on ria being half dragon

luke starts writing to vyn, a scholar, who could have that info

luke travels to stellis to meet vyn

luke meets vyn at his bookshop and theres a whole situation that happens there

luke returns back to his and ria's cottage

luke and ria have a little heart to heart over dinner about stuff

of those 6 things, numbers 4 and 6 are the most important scenes to me. in the chapter, numbers 4 and 6 are the scenes that get most fleshed out, they are the most told through Showing sentences in a Showing kind of method

but the other stuff isnt as important in the chapter, but they still need to be there for logistical reasons. number 1 needs to be there to setup the reason for why this whole chapter happens, but i dont want to bog the entire chapter down with just luke Realizing He Needs More Info, so i write number 1 mostly in hindsight, and mostly through Telling sentences.

same goes with numbers 2, 3, and 5. those things need to happen to get from scene to scene, but it's not like it's narratively important for me to write out luke's entire medieval fantasy commute. i can just say "One of the kingdom’s main cities is a quarter-day’s ride away from the nearby village, and after letting Ria know that he’s off to do some errands, Luke hitches a ride with a vendor on his way to the city; Stellis." and boom, done, we're in stellis and now we can get on with the more interesting bits

Telling has its uses because a story can't always be Showing everything, because then that puts every single instance or piece of information at Exactly the same value. when it really isnt! sometimes, a guy just needs to get from point A to point B, and so long as nothing important is happening during that travel, Telling is a much more economical way to go about it. sometimes the info Needs to be conveyed, but not necessarily expanded.

and this can make the stuff that is expanded and is done through Showing more impactful or striking because of the contrast. like, in the chapter i used as an example, thats 6 accordions, but 2 are completely expanded while the other 4 are more contracted. this makes the 2 more notable because it's chock full of description, dialog, imagery, etc. it makes more of an impact than, say, luke's medieval fantasy commute, because i contracted that accordion and expanded these accordions.

additionally, i seem to see a lot of people who espouse "ALWAYS show and NEVER tell" seeing Telling as something that will always be boring and dull.

and Telling can be dull sometimes, sure, but there are definitely ways to spruce it up and make it integral to the story. which leads me to my next point

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how i personally like to spruce up "telling"

ok it's at this point that i realize this response is now over 1.4k words long so UHHHH I'LL GO THROUGH THIS NEXT BIT SUPER QUICKLY

which will be easy cuz i actually wrote up a whole post about this before, so lemme just link it: "USE YOUR CHARACTER'S PERSPECTIVE IN "TELLING" TO MAKE "TELLING" MORE ENGAGING" POST

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uh so. this response got outta hand jhvjhVKJHVKHJ but i hope something her can be helpful!!!

[sourstars]

HI LOML DORI HIHIHI i promise i saw ur ask and i was literally yk the meme emoji like O_O that was me when u sent that ask!! ive been busy bc ive actually been on my shit nd studying 4 my classes like a girl boss!! i saw u posted the writers thingy and i wanted to ask: it doesn't let me start a new line on here but numbers: 8. 14 (i hate letting ppl borrow my books bc they never give it back), 21 and 24!! sorry if its alot im just super curious bc i really like ur writing style!! - dango anon

HELLOOOOOOOyes i was hoping you’d see it eventually, i was like that meme with the kid that’s side eyeing everything while drinking his soda (??)

8. If you had to write an entire story without either action or dialogue, which would you choose and how would it go?

i would totally attempt one without dialogue, that seems so challenging and could potentially so sick istg i toooootally will not add that to my to-write list like i don’t have a million things to do already 😵‍💫

14. Do you lend your books to people? Are people scared to borrow books from you? Do you know exactly where all your “lost�� books are and which specific friend from school you haven’t seen in twelve years still possesses them? Will you ever get them back?

YES I DO. I KNOW EXACTLY WHERE THEY ARE. i have an ex who i let borrow my anniversary edition of fahrenheit 451 which is one of my all time favs and the mf never gave it back and i KNOW he never got around to fuckin reading it either. gave him a bookmark to use w it and everything. never AGAIN >:(. on a happier note, i do let friends and peers borrow books but i have a mental blacklist of the ones never returned and i still know exactly where they are even though i’m not DIRECTLY looking for them yk??? sixth sense typa beat LOL will i ever get any back? short answer; probably not but it’s an excuse to shop

21. Could you ever quit writing? Do you ever wish you could? Why or why not?

in general, hell no LOL it’s actually helped me cope through trauma and depression so it’s one of best hobbies and i’d like to keep it around as long as possible—HOWEVERRR i do think i won’t write fanfiction forever, which is why i deleted the really short and (personally) cringy or hated works because if i’m to stop eventually i want to leave behind the ones i’m real proud of like inerrata or yearning man (could list all of my favs actually) because in writing them i literally used a piece of my soul and past to shape the lesson i wanted to have people read, whether i was the only one who got it or not. so really, maybe in the future i might ever get the urge to write an actual book but i don’t see myself quitting any time soon, just maybe the occasional break (like rn :’)) for burnout. however i am active and might post things on ao3 first or only on there sometimes like series because unless you’re already big they do NOT do well on here LOL

24. How much prep work do you put into your stories? What does that look like for you? Do you enjoy this part or do you just want to get on with it?

so if you’ve ever seen the show bones. i’m brennan if she was just averagely smart LOL yes i study everything to understand even if only the basics because sometimes underlying plot or details are what drives my story. researched for a week on the five stages of grief just to see how it manifested in different temperaments and environments and in another wip i studied engineering basics because it was the driving force or that fic’s reader’s struggle and upcoming. it mostly looks like slouching over my laptop with a thick ass notebooks making rushed notes and ending up drying my pens in the process LOL i do enjoy it but i do NOT enjoy the having ti but pens every month or so :’) it’s mostly the drive for knowledge for me because i already live learning in general. if given a timespan i think it takes about a week of searching before even writing out anything

writer asks!

[delcakoo]

HIHI - could you believe that i literally wrote an entire like multi-paragraph message for my phone to die as soon as i finished? ∑(ﾟДﾟ) - i wanted to send in a message since i’ve been inactive in messaging!! HOWEVER. i am going to basically rewrite everything again as i am DETERMINED TO TELL YOU HOW LOVELY YOUR WORK IS!! W(`0`)W

➖well, now it’s charging at least, let me continue 🧛‍♀️🧛‍♀️🧛‍♀️🧛‍♀️🧛‍♀️ - FIRST HIIIIIIHIHI IM SO SORRY FOR MY INACTIVITY ITS BEEN HARD TO SEND IN A PROPER MESSAGE :( BUT IM HERE AND SO HIII ~ HOW ARE YOU? did you eat, drink water, and rest well today? ~ i hope so!!

JAJSKSNKDJD OK SO HEKJDOSNSODNDKSKKDKD UPDATE I READ EVERY UPDATED / NEW FIC OF YOURS AS IVE BEEN KEEPING UP W THEM AND CAN I JUST SAY (again) HOW MUCH I LOVE UR WRITING?? EXCUSE ANY TYPOS SINCE IM GONNA WRITE A BIT LOLOL BUT OH MY GODODODODODO???

LITERALLY SCREAMING THROWING UP YOUR SHORT GF SERIES IS SO CUTE HELEPEPPEPE I ALWAYS FORGOT HOW TALL THESE BOYS R 😭😭😭 AND YOUR RECENT SINGLE FICS SOMEONE HOLD ME RN IM ABT TO PASS OUT FR OSJDKDJDKSKD THE NIKI WON HOON AND JAY I CANT LIKE WHEN I SAY I GENUINELY LOVE THE WAY U WRITE SO MUCH I MEAN IT LIKE OH MY GOD YOU WRITE THEM SO WELL LIKE ACTUALLY EVERY FIC I CAN LKTEEALLY IMAGINE THE SCENE PERFECTLY LIKE I HAVE AN ENTIRE IMAGE AND ITS SUCH A NICE FEELING LIKE SERIOUSLY YOUR DIALOGUE THE STORY?? UR A GENIUS FR?? LIKE ITS SO GOOD I ALWAYS ALWAYS ALWAYS KNOW THAT ILL LOVE THE STORY BEFORE EVEN READING ITLL ALWAYS BE SO SO GOOD BC EACH ONE IS SO UNIQUE AND WONDERFUL AND JUST AHHHHHHHHH ( can’t wait to see more ofc, tehehehhe especially a sunoo fic (о´∀`о) )

BUT YES I TRULY LOVE THE WAY YOU WRITE SO SO MUCH EACH SCROLL IS LILE FILLED WITH ANTICIPATION AS I READ ALONG LIKE I BE GIGGLING KICKING MY FEET SCREAMING CRYING EVERYTHING EOJDKDKSKSK ITS SO SO GOOD AND SUCH A GOOD READ, I ALWAYS KNOW YOUR FICS NEVER FAIL TO CHEER ME UP IF IM FEELING LOW I LITERALLY GO:

（´-`）.｡oO -> ☆*:.｡. o(≧▽≦)o .｡.:*☆

SPEAKING OF!! i’ve read the http fic you recced me!! your reccs are so sweet HEHDJSJS it was so good & i binged a bunch of fic recs you posted ~~ some of which i read already, and wholeheartedly agree with the recc!!!! basically, your writing & the fics reccs are so cute and sweet and i love them smsmsmsmsmmsmsmsmsmsms!!!

so i thank you so so much for that, truly!! keep up the amazing work, it’s so impressive and inspiring just how lovely you write!!!! like it’s so good frfr i keep saying that bc it’s JUST HOW IT IS SJNDKSJSJD - i don’t want to make this too long again!! 😭🫶 so i’ll end it off with pls make sure to take care of yourself!! - you work so hard, and me, including many others absolutely can see that & are cheering you on always!! ty for writing! it truly is a pick-me-up to an off day!! lolol (๑>◡<๑)

me ^

OH MY GOD WHEN I SAW TUIS i genuinely couldnt stop smiling. like wtf this has to be the longest and sweetest thing i’ve ever received T-T idek what to say but THANK YOU SO SO MUCH FOR ALL THE COMPLIMENTS?? I FEEL SO APPRECIATED AND LOVED AND JUST?!2? GOD IM SMILING SO HARD THIS REALLY MADE MY MORNING :( THE WAY U REWROTE THIS TOO JUST FOR ME? I CANT IMAGINE HOW LONG IT TOOK YOU AND I HOPE YOU CAN SEE HOW HAPPY THIS MADE ME AKAGISBSJS 😭😭😭😭😭🫶🫶🫶🫶

THE FACT YOU CAN VISUALIZE EVERY SCENE AND THE DIALOGUE FROM MY WRITING?? GOD THATS SUCH A LOVELY COMPLIMENT LIKE AUGH IM ALWAYS SO WORRIED ABOUT THINGS LIKE THAT SO THANK YOU T-T

I’M GLAD TO HEAR YOU ENJOY MY FIC RECS :0 YESYYES THERE ARE SO MANY INCREDIBLE AUTHORS ON HERE AND WE R SO LUCKY TO HAVE READERS LIKE YOU WHO GIVE BACK AND SEND US SO MUCH LOVE LIKE THIS <33

:(((( you’re literally the sweetest, NO THANK YOU for taking the time to write all this and make me smile <3 i hope you take care of yourself as well and have a lovely day, and i’ll have to write a sunoo fic soon jusy for you :,)

ILYSMMM, WHAT SHOULD I CALL YOU? MIOU? :00

[j8kethewizz]

There's a guy in one of my art classes who was going off the other day about how he thinks the owl house is animated poorly. Specifically, he thinks the scenes where characters are just talking don't have enough movement in them. We are in the same year of the same major program (the same ANIMATION major mind you) and we're probably going to be seeing each other a lot over the next several years. I'm trying so fucking hard to be nice and remember that everyone is entitled to their own opinions, but this guy has already used one of his three strikes with me.

[albakore]

At the Salon

Synopsis: you and the boys getting your nails done

Characters: Diluc, Kaeya, Childe (gn!reader)

Warnings: none :D

A/N: ok so I’m just gonna say upfront that none of these are gonna be just flat out “they would never get their nails done” cause that’d be boring but I’m gonna include an ✨in-character reason✨ as to why I think they wouldn’t mind getting their nails painted

also, this is my first original post i guess! It’s nice to meet you all! ive been thinking about writing on and off for a while now but I didn’t know where to start. I kinda wrote this on a whim after getting my nails done. send in any requests or ideas so I can get my acc rolling :D

I was going to do Venti and Xiao too but I got bored so I’ll add them in a separate post if people want

Diluc

Ok so first and foremost is my beloved

If you enjoy getting your nails done he absolutely doesn’t mind taking you every few weeks or so.

Just because he isn’t exactly one to indulge himself in luxury doesn’t mean he feels like his lover shouldn’t either!

If it’s what you want then he’ll more than happily oblige

shameless self indulgence.. i just want to be spoiled by diluc

on some occasions when he’s able to make it to the salon with you, he’ll also get a manicure

some people might say “diluc would never get a manicure because he doesn’t care about his appearance!”

but i think it’s more like this: he gets manicures because he doesn’t care what other people think about his appearance

he cares more about comfort and practicality than fashion or looks

getting someone else to keep his nails trimmed and clean is more practical than trying to keep up with them himself

and damn is that massage chair comfortable

(whatever you do don’t imagine diluc laid back enjoying his massage chair with his eyes closed as he’s getting his nails filed.. the sigh of relief that would leave this man after weeks of stress have built up and he’s finally able to just relax with his s/o)

and it’s an excuse to spend time with you outside of his busy schedule

probably doesn’t ever get color.. i think he’ll stick to clear polish

maybe if you beg him enough he might get one or two of his nails painted to match whatever you get

but only if he likes whatever color you picked out

i feel like he’s not necessarily ashamed of having them painted or anything

because again, diluc really could not care less what other people think of him

it’s just not practical to have like hot pink nails or something. makes it hard to blend in to the darkness, as is necessary to attend to his nighttime duties

now that I’ve made it a point to say Diluc doesn’t care what people think:

he’d absolutely die if he ever ran into Kaeya or Jean or anyone he knew there

would def try to cover it up with indifference though

“(Y/N) and I come here often to keep our nails from getting damaged. There’s nothing strange about that.”

that won’t stop him from coming back again with you in a few weeks though

Kaeya

ok so Kaeya def gets his nails done on the regular. he probably has a schedule

like he’s going every 4 weeks on the dot with or without you

hates when his nails get long and start chipping or breaking

which is why he’s so uptight about his nail maintenance

so if you wanna go with him you better clear your schedule for whatever time and day he chooses cause he’s not taking any rain checks

also just gets clear polish most of the time

with that being said, I don’t think he’s above trying a new color every so often

the occasional blue, black, other neutrals or maybe even a silver if he’s feeling extra adventurous

keeps his nails short like Diluc, doesn’t get acrylics or anything super fancy

partially because long nails get in the way of his work

also i hc he used to bite his nails as a nervous habit when he was younger totally not projecting

(which is why he’s so serious about his nail salon schedule, having long/broken nails really makes the urge to bite them come back)

def knows his nail techs well. they all adore him

has his one “go to” nail tech who he gossips with

knows like all their life stories too? he’ll tell you afterward like “oh your nail tech is the one whose husband tried to leave her for another girl. she was telling me about how his mom called her and snitched on him-“

kaeya where do you find the brain capacity to store all this random trivia about people’s personal lives

Childe

loves going to the salon with you

he gets matching nail polish colors he’s not ashamed

for the same reason that he’d keep the polish on whenever Tonia or Teucer wanted to paint his nails

his adoration for you outshines whatever embarrassment he might’ve felt otherwise

if people ask him about his nails he’ll excitedly tell them about how he went to the salon with his s/o

and an excuse to tell anyone about his amazing s/o is a win in his book

also, loves the little reminder of you when he can’t be with you

he’s just out taking care of his own business and he catches sight of his nails and thinks of you <3

always pays for both of you of course. i’d expect nothing less from the ginger

it doesn’t matter if you get every service offered and the total ends up being crazy expensive

don’t even worry about it he’s already got his wallet ready 😌

the people at the salon love him because he gives like 40% tips

gets designs sometimes.. just little things he thinks are cool.

imagine him getting a little whale on his ring finger or smth

also probably got googly eyes or something once because he thought it was funny

“Mr. Zhongli, watch!” (shakes his hands so the eyes go all over the place)

most of the time he just sticks to basic colors because adding extra things gets old fast, and makes his gloves uncomfy

his fav colors to get are red and white

red because it reminds him of blood

and white because it reminds him of the snow in Snezhnaya :D

def takes you to fancy salons where they offer you wine and give you massages complimentary with your manicure

gets really upset when his nails chip. godspeed to the poor treasure hoarder he was sparring with who just accidentally knocked Childe’s hand in the wrong way

comes home and is immediately like “(Y/N) we need to make another appointment to get our nails redone! mine got messed up at work :( ”

ignore the blood on his shirt that is totally not related to his nails being chipped

[camtankerous]

please please talk to us about actual canary jimmy and those flour bastards

AH. okay well. If u insist

Okay im typing this on my phone as i pass out so pls excuse any mistypes and long winding sentences. This is a stream of consciousness that youve just uncorked my friend

ANYWAY. I really really love canary-and-coal-miner team rancher art, right? And i love birds, and strip mining in minecraft, so i thought. Well! What if i came up with a funny little au where tango is a coal miner and jimmy is his little canary buddy?

Of course, actual coal mining is very scary, and i only write funny goofy things, so this is Mined Craft™️ coal mining. Anyway, tango takes up a job working for some unnamed mining company working under TFC, since i love his mining videos

I havent decided which other hermits to include yet? Im def including grian, joel, and lizzy, since theyre often featured in jimmy’s non-minecraft videos. I dont want to include too many and risk bogging down the story bc i get too caught up in writing accurate voices for everyone, but i might also write in some cameos of bdubs and etho or something. I want to include scott but im afraid i wont be able to properly balance a characterization of him hamming up on the “why yes my ex husband DID disappear under mysterious circumstances and i got most of his items. Why do you ask :)” facade while also deep down being quite sad and upset about jimmy just vanishing off the face of the earth. And then if i DID balance it properly im afraid it would come off more angsty than intended

ANYWAY. Uh. I dont know much lore about hermitcraft bc im still catching up on the lore-heavy videos (i like to just listen to people build/design things while i strip mine in my own world), but i’m thinking there’s enough wacky magic hijinks that i could justify my idea

My idea being that jimmy actually wasnt ALWAYS a canary, he wound up getting turned into one due to [redacted] (bc i havent come up with that part yet and am not particularly pressed to do so). Jimmy used to be a canary hybrid but now he’s full canary - still the same on the inside, but now he’s a tiny bird that loves to cause problems

None of his friends know this happened to him, or else they would have been working hard to get him back to normal. Instead, grian notices two things about this particular canary: he’s way more belligerent and vocal than the other canaries, hardly acting like a prey animal at all, and he seems to be prone to winding up in the parts of the mine that get gas leaks. He’s actually starting to get concerned that this poor little bastard bird has brain damage at this point and thats why hes Like That

So, anyway, grian and the others start calling this canary Timmy, bc it kind of reminds them of their missing friend who was also a canary hybrid and a little shit with terrible luck. They tend to keep timmy on the sidelines bc theyre worried hes been through too much and dont want him passing out anymore

Then, along comes tango! Tango, a blazeborn, is of course a major safety risk inside of a mine where gas leaks and combustibles are common. they trust him well enough to be careful and not blow himself up, but they also cant send him down the usual mineshafts, so they have him working mostly near the deepest parts of the cave, away from the coal veins and closer to the lava pits that he can withstand easier, so he winds up mining alone for the most part

And they think, hey, this is perfect! Now we have someone we can send timmy with so that he’s not cooped up all day. So tango winds up spending several hours a day just exploring deep caves and talking to himself, hanging out with this weird little bird that grian and joel love to bully

Anyway, long story short, this is me indulging in my own personal love of tiny animals and basically writing about tango going “ive had timmy for one day but if anything happened to him i’d blow this place up with myself in it”. Its just dumb little fluffy stuff like jimmy and tango doing back and forth whistle calls (jimmy of course being safely tucked away in an oxygen chamber the whole time), tango absolutely decking his room out with lots of perches and things bc he noticed jimmy hates cages, and tango spending his free time walking around with a bird nestled in his hair

Mostly this is just snapshot scenes in my head, stuff like grian explaining to tango how timmy got his name and what not. But yea this has been taking over my brain for weeks now!!!! Please help me i still need to finish my other wips!!!!!!!!!!

[petesvodka]

impossible to forget

summary - you knew you should just forget zeke. completely expunge him from your brain. and, yet, it seems you can't help yourself from doing the exact opposite

warnings - implied/referenced cheating, angst

word count - 1.2k

authors note - this is just one of those concepts that crept into my brain and basically forced me to write it. ive almost deleted this story a solid three times, but fuck that i guess. if you have any thoughts on this story, send them my way :) thanks for reading!

ps. for a bit of context, this is set in an au where zeke either doesn't or has yet to drop out of college. anyway, enjoy!

“Call your girlfriend. I want to hear you. I want to hear you tell her you’re done.”

Zeke nodded, fishing his phone from his pocket with fumbling hands as he called her.

You were under him, feeling heat drip off of his body. Breaths tight and fast, excitement fluttering under your skin. It was all going so fast. So fucking fast.

One moment you were in the car behind the school dangerously flirting, and then the next was spent furiously speeding to his house, radio blaring John Maus through the speakers.

He had a girlfriend. You knew her. A friendly girl with dirty blonde hair and wide, always searching eyes. Pretty enough, soft and sweet.

But he... he was something else. Dark, warm eyes and full, red lips. Blonde hair cut short with just the smallest touch of dark brown peaking through by his scalp. And, even though it was a bit too short, he still always ran his hand through it anyway when thinking. Pulled his lip between his teeth when considering or concentrating.

You’d been watching him for a while, guiltily imagining his lips between your own teeth.

It, as things tend to do, had started out small.

Glances, jokes in groups, occasional study partners who rarely got much studying done. But it really kicked when you finally had a free period together. It was like the boundaries were taken away; the world was a free-for-all.

In stolen conversations and stomach-aching laughs, he pulled you in. Forced you to crave his arms, his eyes tracing across your skin. The jokes he made were usually stupid, and the excuses he found to spend time with you were worse, but you found yourself slowly falling into- but no, he had a GIRLFRIEND. You couldn't do that to another girl.

That was wrong. So wrong.

On the list of things that were not okay, that was first. Actively deceiving someone else, stealing someone they cared about- you couldn't do that to another girl.

But holy shit, the way he looked at you. Like you were his. Like his whole world was contained within you, the sound of your voice, the tilt of your head in the warm Spring sun. His hands started holding you, slipping to your side when he talked to you in the hall, grazing your cheek in the morning while you spoke.

Zeke loved ice cream from Dairy Queen, but he usually hated driving- especially if he was stoned. Or, he liked to watch you drive, watch you bite your cheek and furrow your brow and groan at the changing of the lights.

That day, that cold early Spring day, he convinced you to go to the parking lot. Held your keys above your head before pressing his body against yours until your back met the car.

There was no one around, but you were still terrified someone would see. That anyone would see.

You? You, and this boy, this boyfriend, this person who was with SOMEONE ELSE-

And his lips, they broke down the wall you had been pulling at for weeks. Months, even.

The whispers, the half-answered questions, the fear jumping in your stomach; all of it blossomed into a full-bloom, a deep and heavy kiss against the cold metal of the car.

You wanted to jerk your head back-what you were doing was WRONG- but there was nowhere to go but his arms. The ones you’d been dreaming about for months, hating yourself for imagining this. Exact. Moment.

You found yourself tracing your hands through his short hair, gasping for breath as his teeth explored your lip.

“Let’s go,” he murmured in your ear, deep voice sending thrills through your skin.

“Where?” you laughed nervously, hating how your voice sounded. Hating how you couldn’t take your eyes off of the windows behind him. Hating how you knew the entire world was watching.

“Home, of course.” he grinned, not taking his eyes off of you.

It was the longest drive you’ve ever taken, hitting every single yellow light while he cranked the radio as high as it would go. Crazy energy bubbled inside you as he laughed with a joint hanging from his lips, rolled down the window, and let the wind tug on your faces.

You knew it was a bad idea. You knew you shouldn’t have been doing it. You knew you knew you knew and you THOUGHT it was going to be okay-

When you finally pulled into his driveway, time seemed to slam to a stop. Giggling, you followed him up the stairs that lead to the porch, laughing at the barking dog watching you from across the street. Laughing at his hands as he fumbled for the keys, laughing at anything in the world except for what you were doing.

The phone rang, and the rest of the sounds hung thick in the air between you. Hot, heavy breaths curling from his lips, the sticking of his skin to yours. The way your blood pounded in your ears, how your heartbeat punched it's way to the surface.

No one picked up. He looked at you, then looked at the phone.

"Again," you whispered. You couldn’t cheat another girl. You couldn’t.

His eyes went dangerous, sharp and hard.

“Later.”

Before you could protest, his lips were on yours again, infuriatingly irresistible. Heavy and deep and full, he brought every piece of anger from inside of him and laid it out in front of you. On your skin. Inside your chest.

There was nothing in the world except for the harsh sighs in your ear, the tight hands wrapped around your skin. He was the only thing in your world, afternoon light laying stripes across the grey sheets and his blonde hair. His eyes found yours in the storm, briefly flicking to your face in the whirlwind of the bed.

Back on campus, psychology after his room was the hardest you have ever had to try to focus in your life. With his sweat drying on your skin, the scent of him in your hair, he was impossible to forget. Crammed into a small room, too stuffy to be comfortable, you tried to think about Norepinephrine and Schildkraut and NOT the bruises blossoming across your neck-

Your phone buzzed. You didn't want to look at it, not at the words that were typed from his fingers and sent to yours, not at the invitation to the world in his hands, the betrayal that dripped from his mouth.

You were an accident, a flaw. A break. A sin. A lie.

You had destroyed something that was once alive, but the thought of his lips on yours drove away all guilt.

You should have felt bad, and you let the emotions paint themselves on your face. But inside, all you could linger on was the promise of the storm waiting for you when you got back.

[andromedasstarship]

faceless, nameless - the prologue

gif credit - @kylos 

pairing - kylo ren x reader 

warnings - canon-typical star wars violence, depictions of death/violence, fighting (verbal + physical), loosely implied physical intimacy (really up for interpretation here), angst, tension, implied mild love triangle, kylo ren betrays you 

summary - For four years, Kylo Ren considered you to be many things: his right hand, his confidant, an irreplaceable strategist, a friend and most importantly his equal. It all ended when he left you with a blaster shot to the stomach on a near deserted planet. On the brink of death, a rather dashing Resistance Pilot stumbled upon you, saving your life.  

Donning a mask to hide your identity, you’ve grown to become the most fearsome Resistance fighter they have; bewildering the First Order as to how you always seem to ruin their plans and avoid capture. Kylo Ren is a different man from when he left you two years ago, so how will he react when he accidentally finds you alive and well in Poe’s memories?

masterlist // series masterlist // read it on ao3 here 

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the prologue - the sun 

On Starkiller Base, there were plenty of rumors as to why Kylo Ren kept you around. Some said it was because of your extensive training in hundreds of different languages, both spoken and signed. Others were sure it was due to your diplomatic upbringing that came with countless connections and near endless wealth. Or, maybe it was due to your more than adequate ability in battle that served him the most. Even some people thought you were a kept woman, who only existed as a way for Kylo Ren to blow off steam behind closed doors. Your favorite rumor was that you were actually a high-ranking Resistance spy who was tasked with infiltrating the First Order at the highest level and that Kylo Ren had become weak because of you. Had it not made you laugh so much the first time you heard it, Kylo would’ve crushed the windpipe of the lowly officer who created the elaborate lie. 

Of course, there were some truths in all the rumors, but none of them exciting. You were in fact trained in hundreds of languages and that training was a product of your diplomatic upbringing. You were exceptionally trained in various forms of combat, but that was something that came after you met Kylo; he had always been afraid of you not being able to properly defend yourself. You were most certainly not a kept woman, not that you and Kylo weren’t intimate, but certainly not in the type of dynamic people thought. You absolutely were not a Resistance spy, but even though neither of you said it aloud, Kylo Ren was definitely weak for you. 

How it actually happened is quite boring. The two of you met when Kylo had just turned 24, still more Ben Solo than Kylo Ren. You were recently 23 at the time, head of a diplomatic welcoming committee that met with Kylo as part of his first official diplomatic endeavor as ‘Kylo Ren’ the soon to be Commander of the entire First Order. He quickly became enamored with you and the way you commanded a team full of older men who clearly didn’t approve of your position- whether it was due to your age or gender he didn’t know- but still treated you with respect; in short, you radiated a confidence and power he desired. For you, it was quite the opposite, Kylo Ren still wasn’t sure of himself and at times still acted like the awkward lanky Jedi boy who had never spoken to a girl outside of school purposes. He was a fresh and welcomed change from all the annoyingly rich and cocky men you met with on a daily basis. 

Him and his team stayed on your home planet for nearly three months. Countless delegates from various planets flocked there for balls, meetings, conferences, and more. Your connections ran deep and you directly aided in the First Order’s successes during those three months. For the first few weeks, you and Kylo skirted around the obvious pull between the two of you. He wasn’t exactly sure how to ‘woo’ a girl, nor was he even sure if he was allowed to. His lack of action caused you to regularly doubt if he also felt the spark, or if it was completely one sided on your end. Weeks of longing gazes and accidental brushes of fingertips finally came to an end when the two of you were sitting on your private balcony, overlooking the well kept grounds, discussing the conference that had just ended. It was a roaring success for your planet as well as the First Order, both of you securing mining resources at an exceptional locked rate for a minimum of fifty basic years. You made the first move, he was irresistible under the moonlight, closing the space between you on your bench and pressing your lips directly on his. In his hesitation you thought you had completely misread the past month, but it was only a moment later that his hands found purchase in your hair, pulling you closer. The two of you were nearly inseparable for the rest of his trip. 

It was difficult, when he finally had to return to his new master and some massive ship that would be lightyears away from you. Unspoken promises were made the night before he left, declarations of love and devotion made behind closed doors. He was still far from truly becoming Kylo Ren, had copious amounts of training to finish before he would see himself be fitting for someone like you. If he was nothing else, Kylo was desperate for loyalty and when you watched his ship leave you had no doubts he would come back. 

And he did, nearly an entire standard year later. You almost didn’t recognize him when he stepped off his personal ship. All broad shoulders and shrouded in layers of black, with that intimidating mask covering his face. He was proving to be quite the warrior, the tales of him and the Knights he commanded reaching the farest edges of the galaxy. When the welcoming festivities had ended and he removed his mask in the privacy of your room, you found a mature face that had lost the softness you once knew. It was no matter to you, flinging yourself into his arms and vowing to never let go. 

This time, when he left, you went with him of course. Kylo had been shocked when Snoke approved it, but Snoke, ever the manipulator, knew the growing attachment between the two of you would inevitably prove to be valuable in controlling Kylo Ren. 

Moving into a giant spaceship wasn’t easy for you. The dark, cold and everlasting expanse of space was a sharp contrast to your warm ocean planet. You missed the sun on your face and your people, but when you vowed to never let him go, you meant it. As time went on, you grew accustomed to the ship and then eventually Starkiller- which was an entirely different battle, that piece of ice had you complaining for months-, and soon enough you couldn’t imagine a life not in space. 

Most of your days were monotonous, not that you minded. From the first day you stepped foot onto base, Kylo began training you himself. He never wanted you to feel as hopeless and afraid as he did when he woke up to his uncle ready to kill him in his sleep. So he trained you, and he trained you hard. You could wield a lightsaber well enough, as he argued that should anything ever happen to him- a thought you hated entertaining-, his saber would be the best weapon you had available. You were smaller than him, so close combat was a challenge but you learned to use your size and agility as an advantage. What you specialized in, was the staff. It allowed you to give a larger opponent at a safe range until it was possible to take them down. Kylo had a special one created just for you, with double edged electrical ends that you could easily turn on or off. It was rare that he actually let you on a battlefield with him, but when he did you were unstoppable. Not that you minded, you quite enjoyed working behind the scenes, forming battle plans and leading diplomatic endeavors for the First Order. 

Other than Snoke, no one out ranked you, not even Ren; a fact he had been extremely particular about after a visiting diplomat made the excuse of outright ignoring and belittling your presence in a meeting. You were equals in everything, even going as far as taking on the ‘Ren’ moniker. 

Among First Order subordinates, you were fairly well liked, and not just because it was unspoken that anyone who thought badly of you would probably die at Ren’s hand. The people actually liked you. Ren was cold, you were warm. When he was sharp, you were soft. It worked well, his ability to command troops and fuel the fires of war was complimented perfectly by your ability to talk nearly anyone to your side. 

You never wavered in your support for him, ever loyal by his side no matter what he did or who he killed or how many villages he burned to the ground. You stood next to him, never behind, when new planets presented themselves as potential allies. You watched from above when he burned villages, that dared aid the Resistance, to the ground. You cleaned and healed every single wound he received from Snoke’s brutal training. You held him together when the pull to the light made him feel weak and undeserving. 

Anyone could see that you were the sun that Kylo Ren revolved around.  

So, when he came back to Starkiller on that fateful day, covered in blood- your blood-, announcing that you were dead- and he was the one who killed you-, and that your name was never to be uttered on his base or by any First Order subordinate ever again, no one knew what to do. 

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 a/n - hi!!! im so excited for this story, ive never written star wars before and my lore knowledge isnt the best ill admit, so please excuse any minor bits of pieces i may get wrong! comments/likes/reblogs always appreciated. if you wanna be added to the taglist, just ask and ill make one! :D 

no permission is given to copy or republish my writing on any other platform or account. if you see this story outside of my blog or my ao3 it is stolen work. i do not own nor claim to own star wars or any of the character involved in it. 

[millers-planet]

Remembrance - Cal Kestis x F!Reader

Storyline: The new rebel officer, Cal, is sent to Naboo to discuss the further attacks of the Empire, until a distraction appears in his way (after iv but before ep v)

Warnings: Fluff? Not really anything.

Pairing: Rebel Officer!Cal Kestis x Rebel!F!Reader

Notes: I know how uncanon this is but let a girl dream, ok? This fic idea just popped into my head until I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I also know that I said I was taking a break from writing about Cal,,,, but...... 

POV: Cal’s to Reader

Walking off of the transport onto the open hangar, I was greeted by Bail Organa, which surprised me. “Commander Organa, I didn’t expect to see you here. I thought you’d be on Alderaan taking care of Rebel matters there.” I bowed my head and listen to BD-1′s delightful chirps, “oh, this is my droid BD-1, he says hello.”

The Commander bowed back and invited me forward, leading us toward the large and extravagant base. “When I heard you were joining us, I had to greet you here. I understand how out of water you are here, given your past traveling with a smaller crew rather than a full alliance like this,” he opened his arms towards the building when he spoke ‘this’. “I hope you don’t think this was too much,” Organa stopped and check in with me, I could tell his question was sincere.

“It is very apprehensive, I’m not use to having this many people around, let alone this many forces against the Empire.” I smiled and reassured the Commander, “I’m as greatly humbled by your appearance, Commander, as I am for this opportunity to join your legion as and Officer.” We continued onward into what seemed to be more formal hallways and rooms as the volume of a blur of voices continued to increase.

“Now, we wanted you here not only to have your input on what you know about the Empire, but also the ideas and thoughts you have on our current plans against our enemies.” The Commander continued, walking me through what was about to happen. “If at any point in time you feel overwhelmed, feel free to excuse yourself, this must be a hard transition for you.”

We walked more down the hallway, into what seemed like an outdoor space, other than the occasional pillar and concrete flooring. This provided a breathtaking view of the ocean and coast of Naboo as the sun began to kiss the water on the horizon, giving the planet a skyline that faded from yellows to oranges to deep blues. “Actually, Commander, would you tell them I’d be there in a short while, I need a second to collect myself before I go and greet a crowd of people.” He smiled and nodded, walking forward and away from me as I walked out to the steps that faded in to soft sand-y beaches, sitting down on them and taking in the view.

Reader’s POV

I rushed to the meeting room, unfashionably late to a gathering of the officers and commanders to greet a newcomer. I can’t believe this was happening to me, again! Commander Organa is going to have my badge before the Empire blows up a city (or two). As I made my way through the opening, I saw someone sitting on the steps of the entrance, looking like a main character as he gazed into the sunset. 

Slowing gently to a stop, I looked at the features of this masculine figure. Remarkable orange hair, muscular frame, broader shoulders, and a scar that cut from the side of his face, down to his neck. However, what really caught my eye was the bright reflection of metallic material bouncing sunlight off of it. I considered my options, either miss this opportunity to confront this mysterious stranger, which I had no business doing, or I could go face the wrath of Commander Organa. 

I should go see the Commander, if I keep him waiting, I’ll just have more hell to pay. But, who’s to say that this stranger doesn’t have some infinite wisdom to bestow upon me? No, I have responsibilities I need to uphold, if I want to try and have Commander cut me the slightest piece of slack, I should show up as soon as possible. As I tried to make my way towards the meeting room, a weight fell on my gut, almost a push towards the figure versus my responsibilities. Instead of fighting it, I went along with it, worst case scenario I’ll have time to devise a lie to explain why I was so late.

I approached the stranger and looked out to the sunset with him, “I haven’t travelled outside of the Mid Rim very much in my life, but I bet no planet has sunsets like these.” His face looked in my direction, smiling and nodding. “May I?” I asked, pointing out to the space next to him on the hard steps.

“Go ahead,” he scooted over and looked out towards the ocean. “I’ve been all over. A good handful of planets in the Outer Rim, to a small portion in the Mid Rim, and even to the Unknown Regions.” He sighed and his hands began to fidget, “I was never able to rest in these planets, even the one I essentially grew up on. I can remember the exact layout of each planet I’ve been to, but if you told me to paint a picture or color something, I wouldn’t be able to. I was chased, hunted, even captured on these planets, giving me no time to stop and take in the view.

“But, as the Commander and I were walking out here, I saw the way the sun fell into the horizon and something just told me to stop. I think it was the Force, it pushed me and called me to just sit down and take break.” He sighed and made eye contact with me, until his expressions dropped. “I just unloaded what basically is my entire life story to a stranger, I’m sorry,” he frantically apologized.

I laughed softly and reassured him, “it’s nice to hear another story, or just something other than the Empire. I would love to see the Outer Rim and Inner Rim, maybe even the Unknown Regions, even if it means only taking in the sights for just a few seconds.” A silence filled the air, but it wasn’t awkward, it was comforting. It was a warmth and sheltered-like feeling that just washed over me and cleared my mind. “I was basically raised here, I watched the rise of the Empire along with the Rebels. People come here and see a beautiful liberated planet full of peace, but I see a planet that has been tortured through so many reigns of power.”

He nodded in agreement, taking a second to formulate a response. “I essentially watched the Jedi fall and Empire take it’s place first hand. I’m a Jedi, I watched the Clones Attack and kill my Master Jaro Tapal,” he pointed to his scar. “I then grew up on Bracca to escape the Empire as a scrapper, watching it take over that planet, until I found some people and liberated so many planets with them.” His voice dropped, “I miss them, but we all realized our ways were parting, and since I was given this opportunity to be an Officer with the Rebels, I knew it really was time to go.”

I looked at him confused, “I now know ‘basically your whole life story’ but not your name.”

He laughed and stuck out his hand, “Cal, Cal Kestis.”

I took his hand and shook it, “Y/N Y/L/N. Now, I really have to get going or the Commander is going to revoke every privilege I have. It was nice meeting you, Cal. Though, there is something about you that I can’t put a finger on.”

“Oh?” He asked, standing up and walking with me towards the meeting room.

“Why do I feel like telling you ‘basically my whole life story’ as well?” We both laughed and continued to the loud room full of Rebel allies, the sun fading behind us.

taglist: @blondekel77 @mysticdeerpolice

[jaegerboob]

WIP ROUNDUP!!

i was tagged by @trashpocket​ (hey bae ;)) and since im lonely here on tumblr and have no one but the void to yell at, i won’t be tagging anyone :((

okay let’s start off with my published WIPS lol i have quite a collection and boy do i regret posting most of these, but anyway that’s here’s my hot girl shit

"i’ll figure it out with a little more time” - (if u knew me at my thai BL phase no u didn’t :)) anyways this was a supposed to be a pretty short fic that features an oblivious Sarawat not knowing how to navigate his feelings towards Tine and Tine being an equally giant dumbass. their school is hosting a school dance and Sarawat’s emotionally constipated ass doesn’t know how to SPEAK and just ASK Tine to go w/ him. i swear i might be the author of this story but i also get mad at these fuckers

“we’re boyfriends?” - ah yes another Thai BL fic, i will admit. i have NO idea where to take this story lmao. i still wanna finish it tho cuz i hate disappointing ppl. the fic starts with Ae and Pond making a dumb bet so Pond will stop jerking off in their shared room and promises that he won’t do that as long Ae dates someone random and based off of Pond’s choosing. sweet bby Pete wanders into their campus accidentally  and gets picked. Ae does the deed and tells Pete they’re dating. Ae thinks that Pete and Pond are scheming to make his life a living hell but lo and behold Pete has actually fallen in love with him (heheheh) 

“i wanna ruin our friendship” - hello lgbtq+ community :). we all know where this fuckin title is from don’t be sneaky. so here’s my KilluGon college fic. I initially wrote this like two years ago and uploaded it on wattpad lmaooo then i edited it and posted on ao3 and once again i have no idea where to take this (ive forgotten what my original idea for this was lol) so basically Killua and Gon are really close friends and Gon is sortof a player in this AU idk why khdkadha but anywayz all of Gon’s exes have left him bc they’re jealous of Killua but Gon would never pick his current S/O over him so HAAA. it all goes to shit tho when Retz decides to trick Gon to taking her back for the school dance and idk what path to go for T_T 

AIGHT now for my UNPUBLISHED WIPS buckle up yall this is a LOT. all the titles are WIPS so that’s why theyre iffy lol

“pussy talented”- (don’t mind the title lmao i just wanted a cat pun in there somewhere) basically, Bokuto is a firefighter and Akaashi an editor. They work near each other and Bokuto often visits Kuroo, who works with Akaashi. Ofc Akaashi falls in love at first sight but then he overhears that he has a "Kenma" waiting for him at home. Akaashi assumes that he's probably Bo's boyfriend and then leaves him alone, making Bo confused as hell. Little that he knows that Kenma is actually a grumpy calico cat.

“killugon flower shop AU” - Wing owns a flower shop and Killua helps out with Zushi along with Alluka out of boredom and one day Alluka asks Killua to help out with her client then he meets Gon and is immediately smitten until Gon says that he's looking for something that he can give to a girlfriend (it was actually Ging's request lol), lots of misunderstanding, Killua being too shy to ask the handsome stranger out and Alluka and Zushi being done with his shit 

“rice isn’t the only thing getting crushed here” - Osamu falls in love with one of his most loyal costumers—Akaashi and he thinks he might just have a shot at it until one day while Akaashi is ordering a bunch of riceballs, Bokuto Koutaro of Japan's National Volleyball team enters the restaurant and sweeps Akaashi of his feet, unexpected angst and a generous helping of unrequited pining :)) dw this fic can go two ways: Bokuto is just Akaashi's best friend who he hasn't seen in months or b. Bokuto is actually Akaashi's fiance maybe i’ll write both endings heehee

“killua is sad and gets lovebombed” - while staying in Whale Island, Killua thinks he that he doesn't deserve Gon and tries to leave him while he's asleep but his plan is stopped when Gon wakes up and they both end up revealing their true feelings for each other

“excuse to write charles getting fucked by two delicious men” - Erik and Charles have been in a relationship for years now and basically fell out of love so when Erik gets promoted and has to move, Charles agrees and so they break up. Charles turns to Logan (who harbors a giant crush on Charles) for companionship and sleep together once. Logan says it was an accident but Charles wants more and they establish a FWB situation of sorts since Charles isn't ready yet. But then Charles gets into an accident and can't remember what happened the past year and a half so he still thinks he's with Erik. Meanwhile, Erik is living a luxurious yet empty life and when he gets the call from Raven about Charles' situation, he immediately goes back running.

“killua in whale island” - KilluGon are like 20-ish and Killua visits Whale Island and Ging just happens to be there as well. Killua thinks about how even though Gon and Ging are near identical, Gon just looks so much more handsome. (probs just a oneshot) 

 “another horny cherik fic” - Charles is a demon who was accidentally summoned when Raven, Hank and Ororo uses Erik's blood to perform a demon summoning ritual (as a joke) they didn't know it would actually work so now Charles is stuck with Erik because the human absolutely refuses to sell his soul

“IwaOi overboard AU” - Oikawa is a rich pretty boy and Iwa a college dropout who works at his uncle's repair shop with his younger brother Tobio and cousin Kyoutani ( both 5 yrs old). One day he gets called over to fix one of Oikawa's cars and after a failed and disastrous encounter with a drunk Oikawa, Iwa leaves the mansion fuming. Later in the day, it's discovered that Oikawa got in a car crash that took away his memories and since Oikawa apparently lives alone, he has no one to get him. not until Iwa comes ofc and with a malicious and vengeful intent, he tells Oikawa that they're dating and live together in his crappy apartment

“dancer Akaashi” - Akaashi is a dancer, Osamu is a bartender at the bar he works at and has also been in love with Akaashi for the past two years. He doesn't confess since he knows Akaashi doesn't like romance but then enters a bright eyed cheery Bokuto who sweeps the unreachable Midnight Moon off of his feet, bokuaka but im leaning towards bokuosaaka since akaashi deserves two boyfriends

“watch me be poetically horny for Akaashi Keiji” - Akaashi is a vampire and Osamu, a skilled artist. Akaashi posing nude and delighted at how beautifully Osamu portrays him. Osamu says otherwise. 

Cherik College AU - drift by great gable.... late teens cherik... Erik being a misanthropic horny bastard and Charles a snarky piece of shit.... they get paired up for 7 minutes in heaven... turns out Charles has been ogling him for a while now..  hmmmm,,,.,. ( i wrote this when i was drunk and my og draft is too long so take this instead lolz) 

“ BokuAka (NSFW) ” - Bokuto pushing off a guy who tried to hit on Akaashi while they're at a club. Akaashi gets so turned on he immediately drags Bokuto to the bathroom where he gets his facefucked in one of the bathroom stalls or Akaashi getting his face fucked in a dirty alley at the back of a bar after Bokuto gets into a fistfight.

“KuroKen (NSFW)  ” -Kenma does top during sex but but he's just really lazy to put in the effort 

aight that’s it oh damn i just now realize how much i have T-T bruhhhhhhh and this isn’t even all of them damnnn 

[strigiiformes]

Uuuh can i get 10, 16 and 21?

10. what frustrates you the most as a writer

well before i hit refresh and LOST EVERYTHING ID TYPED FOR THIS ASK it was stuff like characters being funnier than you. and not knowing how to end things. and forgetting what happens in canon

BUT NOW IT’S HOW MUCH I HATE IT WHEN YOU REFRESH AND LOSE EVERYTHING BECAUSE YOURE BIG STUPID AND TYPE DIRECTLY INTO TUMBLR LIKE A LOSER. IVE LOST ENTIRE FICS THAT WAY. AND I JUST LOST ALL THE STUFF FOR THIS KJBGMKSJBGUHEWGYLOUY >:CCCCC

baby rage i hate it here. anyways

16. any ideas you wanted to write but never did

deep inhale. i had them all typed out. i had them all typed out. oh my gosh. take two.

anyways WILD LAUGHTER BOY DO I HAVE PLENTY OF THOSE. this is an open invitation to come poke me about any of these. bullet pointed because why not

missing scenes from 3.1 before they free quirin (varian and raps just. talking i guess?) and then varian adn quirin talking afterwards. mostly ditched this because important conversations are hard. ew talking

one in nltl where cass actually does get varian with the sword. i LOVE this idea im gonna write it i swear i will - i made an attempt very early on and it stalled and i didnt like it but im more confident in the fandom now. so . expect this sometime? in the future? it’s just shameless hurting and comforting. thats it thats the fic

that one really long idea where varian and eugene go on the run - it was a lot of fun to talk about with u but idk about writing it ,,, long ideas scare me pfft

oh YEAH that idea i had about varian in jail and arianna visiting him. that was before i watched s2 or s3 so pretty sure that would be AU. there was sickfic in there somewhere. it was glorious. f for that idea

varian and eugene talking about fears? or something? in 3.9. dont remember what i wanted to do with this one frankly

eugene in 3.1 right before he frees raps and varian from the cell. this one wouldve been basically just his thoughts about like. varian’s redemption

ruddiger but more flavoured like if he were an emotional support animal. wouldve been short scenes tied together. probably going to write this? at some point? get back with me later id need to do a little research

5 times raps carried varian and 1 he carries her. mix of funny/fluffy and super whumpy probably. idk i havent thought more about it than literally that sentence

not much i can talk about s&m planning here but i WILL say im going to write a sickfic for it set in a downtime much later on in the story. it’s going to be amazing and i cant wait to sit down and actually write it. is it really an AU with me if there’s not a sickfic in it at some point. the answer is no. no it isnt

if i knew how to write long multichapter fics i would do the prison barge varian idea i had in a HEARTBEAT. id move that episode earlier in the season and give him redemption and we’d get both varian in s2 AND all the fun redemption based stuff later like nltl. galaxy brain. if only, huh

varian wrangling deaged raps/eugene/cass/lance if only because it would be hilarious. and probably really cute

he succeeds in actually wiping everyones memories. probably 2-3 chapters. angst for a bit at the beginning then just. h/c probably. too bad i dont like multichapters - basically most of my inhibitions are 1) im scared of it so i dont write it 2) lazy

also considering writing short selfcontained scenes from some of the AUs ive spitballed. the modern ghost one. icarus. mermaid. newsies. whatever else we talked about bro i . it’s all hazy KJFHKJ. considered drawing for these too. idk man i just *holds them* love them

and then of course always thinking about those fics that have no actual plot and are just an excuse to shove all my favorite whump tropes into a thing. those are . my bread and butter. kicks that around i guess. watch me ignore all my actual ideas for more of this kind of h/c stuff LOL

21. favorite writing advice to share

PROBABLY write whatever you want. write like no one’s watching. if you catch yourself worrying about a detail ask yourself if its actually worth worrying about, laugh at urself, cast it aside like the lameo thing it is, and move on. chances are its not worth it LOL. chances are nobody will notice anyways. life is too short for that B)

[marveling-chrisevans]

Its Always Been You - Chris Evans x Reader

Chris Evans x Reader 

Prompt: Prompt: Start and end with the same line - Line “i never stood a chance, Did i?” 

Word count: 2,177

Warnings: Fluff, very fluffy 

Reader: Female 

Summary: you had a deadbeat boyfriend and finally had enough before you realized the person you were always meant to be with was always right there 

** if you have an idea and wanna message it to me, I am happy to write it. im always looking for one shot prompts or ideas to write on top of the stories I like to put off**

“I never stood a chance, Did i?” You wondered as the tears that had built up in your eyes finally spilled down your cheek as you looked at him “why did you lead me on then?” You wondered and shoved the man in front of you the man that you had spent the last few months going on date after date for him to just for him to tell you that you were not the one and he was actually already engaged to someone else. You did what any one would do you went to your best friend. No contact. You showed up at the door and knocked on the door, as it swung open you head a dog barking. You saw the tall man standing there opening his arms to you as he saw you were upset “i don’t know why I try” you said to him as you feel his arms pull you in and your head rests in his chest as he rubs your back softly pulling you into the house softly so he can close the door before his dog gets out “you try because you have a big heart, even for that asshole, who does not deserve you” He answered back as he kissed the top of your head softly, in a comforting manner, you didn’t think anything of it “no its exactly what I deserve” you said back to him “if you excuse me I am going to go actual dead man float in your pool” you said as you pulled your phone out of your pocket set it on the table as you walked by and belly flopped into the pool. His dog jumped in after you and stopped you from doing whatever you were doing. You laugh as you float in his pool “dodger stop!!” You laugh and try and swim away from the dog as you felt another splash behind you “Chris Make him stop, he might actually drown me” you said as you couldn’t really touch where you decided to jump in fully clothed into the pool He saw over to you and supported you as dodger gave you one more lick and got himself out of the pool “it doesn’t help that you are fully clothed in the pool, that gives you a good 10 pounds more” he said as you splashed him “Evans i swear” you said back to him as you reached and pulled off your shirt just leaving you in a bralette which is basically like a bikini top anyways. And tossed it to the side of the pool, followed by your jeans and then swam away from him. He shook his head and didn’t follow, as the two of you swam for awhile before you pulled yourself out of the water. “can I uh borrow those sweatpants that are now too small for you since you became the hulk?” You wondered as you looked at your best friend who basically was beefing up for his next movie “they still fit, what are you talking about?” He said as he grabbed himself a towel and threw one at you, and you wrapped it around yourself “you mean the ones that, sit right here on your hip bone, that if you bend over you could rip the ass out in them..” You countered back and raised an eyebrow and walked into his room to find them yourself. Dodger happily followed as you were one of his favorite people.

You didn’t mind changing infant of Chris, as the two of you grew up close, in locker rooms, dressing rooms for plays, you met in college in new York as you both auditioned for the same show and kinda just hit it off. You went over to his dresser and dug in his drawer and pulled them out “you mean these that you have had since college” you said as you slide off your panties and slide his sweatpants on. And then went and grabbed one of his t-shirts and turned so your back was facing him and unclipped the bra and pulled his shirt on. When you turned around you saw he was in the middle of changing himself. You couldn’t help but look him up and down because let's be honest tho it was just friendship, you had to admit that he kept it tight. Chris shook his head at you as he walked away. You followed and went and laid on his couch “do you still have that Mint chip?” You wondered as this wasn’t the first time you ended up on his couch after you and Matt, ended things cause he cheated and you always forgave him, cause you thought its what you deserve “if I give it to you, do you promise to share?” He wondered grabbing it out of the freezer You shook your head “no, what have you not learned this entire friendship is soul based on your able ness to not take the ice cream when I'm heart broken” you said and took it from him when he brought it over “is this the last time?” He wondered looking at you. As you had a spoonful of ice cream in your mouth as you looked at him with your big eyes, wet hair. You shrugged looking at him as you were not sure, your head was telling you yes, but your heart wanted to try one more time. “im not sure” you responded with a mouth full of ice cream. And sighed “yes? I need it to be, but we moved in together, and where am I suppose to stay? I can’t move home. God I can’t do that’ you said back to him “well ill be in Atlanta for the next couple months, why don’t you stay here, and keep dodger company, and ill be home and come visit, well you work getting back on your feet?” He offered you. You knew this is what you needed, you didn’t have an excuse to go running back to him now so all you did was nod “okay, but you have to come with me to get all of my stuff” you asked him, and he knew what that meant, and he didn’t hesitate to respond yes. You sigh as the two of you sat on his couch with dodger in between the both of you, watching Netflix, laughing at one of his old movies ‘playing in cool’ mostly at the part where he dressed like a girl. It was your favorite form of blackmail, you made him watch it every time you got your heart broken. He was your best friend and did everything you wanted him to do without hesitation. Chris left town to work on one of the new avenger movies, or solo movie you we're not entirely sure. You and dodger held down the fort. You held your ground, no matter when Matt tried to come crawling back to you, you said no, you kept saying no. You needed to get away, before you gave in. so you got yourself a ticket to see your best friend work on one of the biggest movies of the summer, a short flight later you knocked on his hotel room, but he was not there, instead his assistant answered and let you in, and told you to make yourself comfortable. He would be on set late that night.

You walked around his suite, seeing the giant tub. You smile as you finish your tour. You wanted to take full advantage of that tub, it was like the one you always wanted and tried to get Chris to get when he remodeled but he got one with jets and was lame, nothing like the old fashion claw foot tubs. You put your hair in a messy bun and turned on the hot water, and found some bubbles and let that stu as you turned on your favorite album and grabbed the book he was reading as you didn’t bring your own, and climbed into the tub and just relaxed. About an hour later you heard the Hotel room door open and shut “y/n” he yelled like he was letting you know he was home “In the bathroom” you said back as you folded the page of his book you were on and turned to look at him walking though the door as he laughed “i knew I would find you in that thing” Chris smiled “come on we are going out with the cast, since off, and get dressed, you and I are going to have fun” he said to you “seriously, Mackie wants to meet you” He said mentioning one of the newest cast members “oh my god okay, grab my dress out of my bag and ill jump in the shower” You said handing him the book “also I need to borrow that when you get home” you said as he left “DON”T LOOSE MY PAGE” you said letting the water out of the tub and went and rinsed off in the shower before wrapping a towel around your waist and walked out to the living area where he pulled out the dress you asked for, you changed and went into the bathroom to put your face on and simple curl your hair. You heard a knock on the door as Chris answered it, and heard two men walk in, you peak your head out the door and went running over to Sebastian “Stannn!” You said giving him a hug, it has been a second since you had seen him in a few years. Sebastian smiled and hugged you back and introduced you to Anthony the newest member of the Capitan America cast. “alright are you boys ready to go out?” You smirked and slide on your heals becoming as tall as Chris was, you linked your arms with his as the four of you walked out of the hotel room and walked to the nearest bar. You went to our go to drink and the boys drank beer. A few drinks later, you were on the dance floor with Chris swaying to a slow song, you were a little more drunk than you normally were at that point, Anthony was not messing around with the shots. “I love you, you know that?” you wondered as you looked up at Chris He nodded “i know, I don’t know where my life would be with out your crazy self” He said honestly with a slight grin as he spun you. You spun then quickly steadied yourself as you put your hands on his chest and your forehead into his shoulder, as his arms went around your waist “y/n” he paused for a second before he kept talking “you know its always been you right?” He wondered. YOu pulled your head away just slightly and looked at him “always been me?” You wondered back, I mean you loved chris, but you didn’t believe that you deserve to loved like this man could love you. “I love you, I mean like love you, its always been you ive dreamed about spending my future with, and I know you don[t think you deserve to be happy for whatever reason, and I am right here to tell you that you are wrong. You deserve the damn world. And to be swept off your feet, in the right way” he said as he moved one of his hands to your cheek, and leaned down connecting the two of your together. His lips connected to yours. You never felt that sort of connection with anyone, in one simple kiss. You slowly pulled away from him as you looked up into his baby blue eyes as he looked in yours. You could swear you two were the only ones left in the bar. You thought this is what those movies were talking about “Chris” you said softly as you could feel his breath as Anthony walked up bringing you another shot “i can’t sorry” you said to Anthony before letting go of Chris and walking out of the bar. You needed a breath. Chris followed you out “y/n” he said softly as you turned to look at him your fingers linger on your lips as you still felt his against yours. You walked back over to him and crashed your lips back to his. The two of you end up back up in his hotel room.

The two of you woke up at the sound of Chris Alarm, you rolled over and saw him slowly starting to wake up, you bite your lip your lip as you just watched him come around “ I shouldn’t have fought it for so long” you sighed as he sat up slightly and gave you a peck on the lips before reaching over and turning off his alarm. “i never stood a chance did I?” You wondered as he was always the one you were meant to be with. It just took you long enough to figure it out.

[ramblings-of-a-mad-cat]

How do you feel about Catra, Shadow Weaver, and Hordak? I know you said you find SW interesting but like on a scale how redeemable do you think these characters are. Ive seen a lot of infighting in the fandom cause some people love one and hate another and I just figured you would approach the topic nicely

Oh damn, happy to respond! (Under the cut because I don’t know how to shut up.) 

I think I’ve seen some of the posts that you’re talking about, and my friend did tell me that there was apparently tension between Entrapdak and Catradora shippers for that very reason. Still, I should start off by saying that the only character who is probably completely irredeemable is Horde Prime. And knowing this show, they’ll find a way to humanize even him if they are so inclined. The great thing about She-Ra is that there aren’t so much heroes and villains as there are complicated people. Undertale is the same way. This might sound weird, but I legitimately hope Horde Prime does get humanized, because otherwise it’s just way too easy for all of the characters to band together and take him out for a happy ending. This show has never had a character that was pure evil before, know what I mean? 

With that in mind...let’s talk about Hordak. 

I know, I know...before Horde Prime was known to us...Hordak basically was Horde Prime. That’s the role he played in the show, and it’s not like he isn’t guilty of countless war crimes. He’s a conqueror, and yeah, conquerors should not get off scot-free. But...Hordak is also clearly an abuse victim. That doesn’t excuse him from what he’s done, but I can’t just ignore it. He was so eager to get back to Horde Prime, so determined to please him and prove himself to his “big brother.” and the moment that they’re reunited? We see what a nightmare it is for Hordak, see him get mentally violated and brain-washed. This can’t be the first time it’s happened, and yet all Hordak wanted was to return to Horde Prime. This man is so sheltered and so emotionally stunted in relationships, that I doubt he understands the full ramifications of his actions. He certainly doesn’t understand that he’s in abusive relationship. Hordak is just doing what he knows. He could learn better, if he learns to accept what a monster Horde Prime is. (But first he’ll need to break from the conditioning.)

 I genuinely like how it took Entrapta, a character who isn’t really loyal to either side, to reach out to him and help him understand how it feels for a person to care about him, and not fear him even when he tries to be intimidating. And whether or not you ship them, (I do, I admit it) Hordak clearly has feelings for her and that guides his character in Season 4. I don’t know if Adora and the others will agree to take him in...but Entrapta will remember the bond they had. I just feel so bad for this guy, even if he has killed countless innocents. My philosophy about redeeming villains is very much a pragmatic one...will Hordak’s redemption spit in the face of all his victims? Perhaps. Will it bring them back to life? No. But neither will executing him or throwing him in prison. If he can heal, if he can learn better, and do better...why should we waste that growth? Why shouldn’t he be allowed the chance to make up for what he’s done? It seems to me like there is everything to be gained, and nothing to be lost, in letting him redeem himself.

Of course, there are many types of crimes...let’s move on to Shadow Weaver.

....She’s a child abuser. Plain and simple. That is a hard pill to swallow, that is a very difficult thing for me to look past. I don’t think I can do it. The way she treated Catra, the way it’s ruined Catra and Adora’s relationship...it’s unspeakable. She manipulates Catra one last time and leaves her high and dry so she can escape and go to Bright Moon...whereupon, she starts grooming Glimmer the same way she did Micah. I know it seems silly to be more upset about child abuse than what probably amounts to genocide on Hordak’s part...but part of it is how relatable the crimes are. There’s a reason most Harry Potter fans hate Umbridge more than Voldemort. Most people don’t know a mass-murderer, and excusing a character like Hordak won’t change their perspective on murder being wrong. But plenty of people might know an abuser, and abusers thrive on a culture that blames victims and downplays the effects of abuse, or otherwise excuses those responsible. We need to get better about sending the message that abuse is real, and wrong. But the great thing about She-Ra is that it depicts the cycle, from Shadow Weaver to Catra. If Catra is redeemable, why not Shadow Weaver? 

And here’s the thing...I’m not saying she isn’t redeemable. Just that I don’t expect this show to fully redeem her, and I’m 100% behind that outcome. She could be allowed to live in peace with the other characters, her victims might forgive or at least tolerate her. (Especially if she wins over Micah again.) But even if I find her genuinely compelling...I’m not seeing too many outcomes where she would deserve this mercy. Shadow Weaver has done terrible, selfish things, and her only loyalties seem to lie with knowledge and power. She’s completely unrepentant, and while she acknowledges that she was “hard on Catra” she also refuses to apologize. Shadow Weaver strikes me very much as a kind of “no regrets” type of person. But she also has a fascination with power, and any time she sees a youngin’ with a lot of potential, (Micah, Adora) she seeks to train them. Considering how poor her record is...she needs to stop doing this. I might be inclined to forgive Shadow Weaver, if she acknowledges her own short-comings, apologizes to the people she’s hurt, and realizes that looking after children is not something she’s cut out to do.  

Finally, there’s Catra. 

In many ways, she’s my favorite character. (Though I also might go with Glimmer.) The story is largely centered around Catra’s journey alongside Adora’s...she might as well be a secondary protagonist. What’s more, she’s a character who we basically know is going to get redeemed, Noelle has all but told us that it’s going to happen. I’m fine with her getting redeemed but so help me god if she dies in the process....if any aspiring writers are reading this, please stop killing your villains to complete their redemption arcs. Let them enjoy being redeemed. Please. Anyway, where was I? Ah that’s right, Catra. There have been times that I was beyond frustrated with her because she was purposefully choosing to be “evil” as Double Trouble lampshades at the end of Season 4. By the time she opened up the Portal, after sentencing Entrapta to die, nearly dooming the entire world, causing Angela’s death, and despite it all she still blamed Adora even though she only did all of this because she wanted to beat Adora...yeah, I was really running out of patience for Catra. And even now, I can’t really bring myself to agree with the fans as they draw parallels between Catra opening the Portal and Glimmer activating the Heart of Etheria. I’m sure this was intentional, too. The echoing of two characters dooming everyone through an impulsive, reckless choice. However...as I said, Catra was pretty much going off the deep end when she opened the Portal. She just wanted to stick it to Adora. I realize I may be biased as a Glimmer stan, but Glimmer was at least trying to defeat the Horde. Her intentions, however misguided, were noble. She thought she was doing the right thing. Catra just didn’t care. 

All this, and you might think I’m Anti-Catra, that I await her inevitable redemption with gritted teeth. But that’s not true at all. Catra is a character who is her own worst enemy, and characters like that have a knack for winning my sympathy. She continues to dig herself into a deeper hole and hurts those around her in the process. Part of her journey is realizing that and presumably working to change it. This is why I love how distant she becomes from Lonnie and the others in S4. Why I love Double Trouble betraying and completely shutting her down with their monologue about her. Why I cheered louder than you can imagine at “You’re a bad friend.” Because it was such an amazing crossroads in the development of both Scorpia and Catra’s characters. To be clear, I love these moments not because I dislike Catra, but because I genuinely like her as a character, and Catra as a “good guy” is a lot of fun. I don’t know how many people remember what it was like in the first episode when Catra and Adora were still besties, but it was just generally fun. I miss that dynamic. I want Catra to learn from her mistakes. Because I rambled on about the terrible things Shadow Weaver has done, and onscreen those were primarily done to Catra. She’s a character that I am rooting for one-hundred percent. A character who is almost a deconstruction of the tired writing trope “They had a hard childhood, and now that you know that, they are redeemed.” Catra turns that on it’s head. “Promise” is one of my favorite episodes for this very reason. Few moments have gotten me as choked up as Adora saying that she thought Catra didn’t care about being Force Captain, and Catra exploding with “Well I was lying, obviously!” It was a reveal that I genuinely didn’t see coming, but it makes so much sense, and demonstrates how much Catra has sacrificed for Adora and how much that weighs on her every time she makes a villainous decision. 

TL;DR: I am one-hundred percent on board with Catra and Hordak redemption, and tentatively on board with Shadow Weaver redemption.

[anothertinystory]

Do you think I’ll get house points if I act like I care? 〚Part V〛

» She watches his expression soften as he moves towards her again. "What's going on? Did something happen? Are you alright?" She scans him, as if to check for any signs of physical harm. He smiles miserably. "No, Granger. I'm terrible, all thanks to you." «

*note: I’m not an english native speaker, so please excuse any grammar mistakes. I’ll gladly fix them if you point them out to me.

Read Part I, Part II, Part III, Part IV & Part V

Once again thank you to everyone who has been reading this story! I had a lot of fun writing it. This is the last part :)

The next time Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy exchange more than just lingering glances with each other is one autumn evening, many weeks later. The new term has just started and the young witches and wizards have returned to continue their studies at Hogwarts.

Hermione walks down one of the corridors on the first floor after dinner, when she’s practically ambushed. One minute she’s in the hallway, thinking about a homework assignment and in the next a hand grabs hers to pull her into a storage room. She wants to scream but in the dim light she recognizes the familiar blonde hair of one anxious looking Draco Malfoy. "Malfoy! What on earth…" She doesn’t get to finish her sentence because the Slytherin holds a slender finger to her lips, signaling her to stay quiet. In one swift move he turns to shut the door behind them. 

"Sorry about that." She watches his expression soften as he moves towards her again. "What’s going on? Did something happen? Are you alright?" She scans him, as if to check for any signs of physical harm. He smiles miserably. "No, Granger. I’m terrible, all thanks to you." She frowns at him. "What is that supposed to mean? How is it that you always blame me for your own shortcomings?" His smile doesn’t falter. "Well, who do you expect me to blame? Myself?" Hermione rolls her eyes at him. The sarcasm however, doesn’t hide his nervousness and she starts to wonder how a person can be as contradicting as Draco Malfoy. 

"Why are we here?" Her voice is calm, much calmer than she feels. Draco glances towards the door for a second, as if to check wether someone is coming, before his eyes settle back on her. He opens his mouth to say something, but when nothing comes out, the Slytherin looks away, sighing. Hermione looks at him expectantly, waiting for him to explain. When he doesn’t speak for a while, she loses her patience. "Well then, good evening, Malfoy." 

She turns towards the door when he speaks. "Granger, please." His voice sounds almost pleading, that’s not something she expects from him of all people. The Gryffindor looks over her shoulder, regarding him with a mildly intrigued expression. She turns back around to him then and Draco lets out a breath. "Thank you. Now, as I wanted to explain before you so rudely interrupted–" "Interrupted? You didn’t speak a word for an entire minute." Hermione gives him a look of disapproval. "That’s not the point. The point is that wanted to ask you for a favour." He watches her carefully, waiting for a reaction. Hermione feels like snorting, but she manages to hold it in – barely. "What kind of favor?" The Slytherin sighs. "It’s about muggle studies." The look of sheer resignation on his face makes her smirk. Draco Malfoy wants her help for muggle studies - truly, what a day to be alive. 

"This stupid assignment drives me mad. I did all the research, I even asked a Hufflepuff for help…" At that, she fully bursts out laughing, not holding back anymore. "Oh Malfoy", she finally manages. A single tear rolls down her cheek and she wipes it away, grinning. He looks so frustrated, "It’s not funny, Granger. I really tried. I read all about this television thing." Hermione tries to keep it together, but fails miserably. She can vividly imagine Draco Malfoy trying to understand the technicalities of a TV. He gives her an annoyed look. "Sorry, sorry." She tries to compose herself. "So… What do you expect me to do about it?" "Oh come on, you know all about muggle things. Don’t give me that look." She feigns innocence. "What look?" Draco raises an eyebrow at the attempt. "That smug ‘I'm Hermione Granger and you are an idiot’ look. You’re practically glowing right now." The witch shakes her head, smiling. "I have no idea what you’re talking about." She knows exactly what he’s talking about, of course. 

She’s pushing boundaries, she’s well aware. Draco asking her for help is nothing short of a conspiracy and for muggle studies of all things. He looks away, probably considering to give up and walk away, so she decides to release him from his agony. "Fine", she says. "I’ll help you. You have to answer me one question though. When did you decide to take muggle studies – an optional subject – as one of your classes when you and I both know your aversion towards muggles." He sighs and meets her eyes again. It seems like he expected this question. "I thought it’s best to get to know the enemy first." Hermione gives him a horrified look, which makes him backtrack immediately. "Merlin, Granger! You always seem to come to the conclusion that I’m plotting someones murder." She raises an eyebrow at him. Why, pray tell, is that? She refrains herself from saying anything, however, and instead waits for him to go on. "Let’s just say, someone inspired me to reconsider my own upbringing." Hermione shifts. "Who?" Definitely not his family, that’s for sure. 

Draco smiles knowingly. "You, of course." 

She’s astonished to say the least. At a loss for words, she just looks at him with wide eyes. It’s Draco’s turn to be amused now. He watches her and the Brunette feels her pulse quicken. She wants to know why, but instead finds herself asking an entirely different question. "Do your parents know about this?" He slowly shakes his head, a sad smile on his lips. "Not yet. I wasn’t quite ready to have my name burned out of the family tree." His tone is mocking but she knows he’s not entirely joking. Hermione gives him an encouraging smile. "I might not be able to help you with that, but I can definitely help you get an ‘Outstanding‘ on your assignment. Tomorrow afternoon in the library, what do you think?" The Slytherin smirks. "At this pace, Gryffindor might win the house cup solely for your generosity and not because of Dumbledores favouritism towards Potter for a change." She pretends to gape at him. "That’s rich coming from someone who basically bribed himself onto the quidditch team." He laughs at her accusing look. "Touché." 

They smile at each other for a long moment, simply enjoying each others company, before Hermione realises that they are, in fact, still in a storage room. "We should get going before someone starts looking for us." Draco looks towards the door, begrudgingly. "Sure." She puts a hand on his shoulder. "Don’t be too sad. You’ll get to see me tomorrow, after all, where I’ll teach you all about muggle TVs, remember?"

He takes her hand from his shoulder and holds it in his for a moment. The gesture is sweet and Hermione doesn’t feel like moving. The Blonde grins before answering. "I have a feeling you’ll be enjoying this way too much." For a second, she’s not sure wether he’s referring to muggle studies or him holding her hand. When Draco slowly lets go, however, eyes never leaving hers, she knows that it applies to both. Hermione gives him a heartwarming smile, before opening the door. Stepping into the corridor, she looks back at him. "Are you coming, or not?" 

When they part ways that evening, heading for their respective dorms, Hermione decides to ask him one last question. "What exactly did I do for you to break with pureblood traditions?" She tilts her head slightly, eyeing him with genuine curiosity. Draco takes a moment to think about it, before grinning. "I’m not sure. Perhaps you've bewitched me." The Gryffindor blinks several times, processing his words. "What is that supposed to mean?"

He's already moving away from her, when he speaks. "You're smart, Granger. Figure it out." He gives her a knowing smile and with that he's gone.

[macbookpro-hard-drive]

Hi!! idc which character but could I maybe get some like trauma comfort headcanonnons?? If not that’s totally okay, no pressure!! I hope you have a lovely day/night!

heck yea man

time to indulge y’all in my fantasies of someone comforting me when i open up to them about all the baggage i have 

mm.. i think im gonna do short headcanons for all four bmc boys because theyre just. my immediate comfort characters when it comes to writing

if someones interested ill do more hcs for the gals tho!

all of these are about opening up whoopsies

so uhhh lets start w the fact im not gonna try to specify said trauma. if i do, dont rly… put too much thought into it. but im gonna try to keep the event itself a blank slate.

jeremy heere

i think jeremy’s the kind of dude who like. doesnt know how to respond at first? like… when you open up to him, he’s more shocked than anything

not because you’re opening up to him (although he would always have a small ‘they really trust me, dont they?’ internal moment) but because of what happened to you

and to establish it: going into this relationship, he was aware of your baggage. you warned him the moment things started getting serious between you two, and you had never elaborated

but here he is, sitting next to you in his bedroom one hot, summer night in the summer between sophomore and junior year

and you finally open up to him, and he just… stares at you at first. it’s very nerve-wracking because you just kinda told him and you set out to apologize

when he just sorta. gently takes your hand and apologizes that you had to go through that

and he probs make a small comment that he’s glad you’re comfortable enough and trust him enough to tell him this since he knows from experience that opening up isnt the easiest thing in the world. 

and hes soft. theres no kisses to make things better, nothing more than him maybe holding you if you’re comfortable with it - because his stomach sorta dropped the moment you said what happened and kissing you in this instant would feel… wrong

he’s just very gentle. every move he makes with you, he asks you first for consent - whether it’s just him asking to hold you, or asking if you’d be okay with sleeping next to him again right after you told him all of this because sometimes reliving that sort of thing can mess a person up

more than anything, jeremys extremely understanding and gentle when it comes to comforting you. he might press a kiss into your hair, but that’s the most romantic he’d ever get at this time

michael mell

michael, on the other hand, is good for distractions. so you two are sitting in his car, driving aimlessly for a bit because sometimes, when neither of you can sleep, you go on quiet car rides together and maybe ramble or just listen to music

and something about that night made you want to open up. you ask him to pull over and he probably makes some small joke until he does so and sees the way you’re looking at him

and he listens. he goes dead silent as he listens to you tell him everything - which isnt like michael. usually he’s much more expressive, but here? here he’s just quiet. and he stays quiet until you’re through.

and i think he’d immediately pull you into a hug if he knew you’d be okay with it. and he apologizes over and over and tells you that as long as he’s here, he’s not going to let that happen to you again if he can help it.

and he traces circles in your back as he just holds you, and maybe you’re quiet or maybe you’ve gone silent and retreated inward - but he holds you nonetheless

and when he pulls away, he smiles at you and asks if you wanna keep talking about this or if you wanna just go back to riding and pointing out stupid signs around town or if you just want to go home

and if you want, he’s happy to distract you with dumb stories that happened in his classes last semester - and about how one of his professors seems to never be where he’s expected to be, joking about how he’s totally a cryptid 

and its sweet. he doesnt force you to open up anymore than you already want to, but theres this moment where he starts to go quiet because what you told him really starts to eat away at him

and he finally looks over at you and he just… he says he loves you. maybe he’s said it a few times before, or maybe he’s said it a million - but it feels so much more weighted in that moment that you probably start crying

and he pulls over again to comfort you and its just… really soft and sweet and good

jake dillinger

jakey d, the light of my life. i like to think that when he shows up to your apartment one afternoon, he’s sorta joking about how this is pretty early for a booty call yknow-

you just sorta laugh along with him, sorta forcing yourself to stay happy until you finally sit down with him

and he knows. he knows you’ve been through something because, like i said with jeremy, you would have told him beforehand that you have baggage.

and i think he, out of the four, is the most unsure about how to respond. because sure, jake broke both his legs and had to deal with the aftermath of losing his house and everything he had, and the squips and the shit that follows in a situation like that, but… he’s never hurt like that and he just doesnt know what to say

and i dont think he does

i think he probably literally excuses himself to the bathroom and immediately starts googling how to respond when someone opens up

and he probably texts his friends asking how should he respond when someone opens up to him about their past trauma

and when he finally comes back to you, he sees you’ve kinda broken down a bit because - fuck, how else could you really respond when your boyfriend has to leave because he just doesnt have a response and you assume that hes gonna leave you because of your baggage

and i think hes immediately in front of you, sorta kneeling in front of the couch and apologizing profusely because he left

and he admits that he didnt know how to respond because he didnt… expect that you’d open up to him like this

and then he sorta apologizes and clarifies that like… he just didnt know what to say

and you start to apologize because fuck, thats a lot to drop on a person-

he stops you. he gently holds your hands and looks you in the eye and he promises that this didnt change anything. you’re still you, and he still loves you - no matter what you’ve faced in the past. and he thanks you for trusting him. 

and he also just apologizes again because he didnt mean to scare you when he walked out - he was just… scared of saying the wrong thing, or not saying anything at all, right after you told him what happened to you

but he still loves you and he makes sure thats clear

rich goranski

out of the four, rich is probably the most equipped when it comes to trauma. hes dealt with a lot of shit and has gotten a lot of help for his shit and so he has a vague idea of how to like… respond, basically.

so when he finds you crying in the kitchen at three in the morning, he immediately knows something is off.

youve talked about things before. about having baggage, hinting at your past, but you never outright told him what happened to you to make you so distrusting of people, and so bitter about the most mundane things that feels like its destroying your friendships

so when you open up to him about what happened, hes quiet. he lets you talk and he asks you what you need right now - comfort, a distraction, ect - because everyone is different and he wants to make sure he’s doing whats best for u

and he’s more than happy to do what you need him to. he probably sits down across from you and takes your hand for a moment to tell you he’s glad you trust him enough to open up about this

because honestly, rich probably has had those talks before with him opening up about his own shit - mostly finally opening up about everything to therapists and them thanking him for being trusting enough to open up about this trauma he’s gone through

so its just… something he feels is right to do in the moment

and i dont think rich has 100% opened up about the squip to you at this point. hes been meaning to, and he wants to, but he’s talked about having some shit in his past and hes been waiting until he was ready to tell you - mainly whenever he was sure y’all are serious bc he doesnt just wanna open up to just anybody, yknow?

he kinda wants to be able to envision a future there

but i think ultimately this ends w rich and u going back to bed with rich holding you and sorta aimlessly rambling about how much he loves you like the sleepy dumbass he is

and its just… very soft

thats all ive got sfkshdf but thank u for this request it was nice to write something like this since idk i have a lot of fantasies about things like this