#but i do write pretty frequently when the inspiration strikes

[franeridart]

Do you write or have an Ao3???

The answer is technically yes to both? I technically write but I haven't finished anything in years, and that means that technically I have an ao3 but I haven't posted anything in years!

[msschemmenti]

My Way

Emily Prentiss x Reader

Wc: 1335

a/n: crack drabble to get back into writing in general that was inspired by a reel or tiktok storytime i saw

Prompt: Emily and the Crew head to their usual bar to unwind after solving yet another case. Emily is approached by a woman she’s never seen before but she can’t help but to admire her confidence.

“Anyone up for drinks? I think I could use a couple of rounds.” Derek called eyeing everyone as they gathered their things from their desks. They’d all just returned from a rather long case in Florida, which was always a reason to get drunk. Garcia and JJ were the first to agree, followed shortly by Rossi, and after a little peer pressure, even Reid agreed. All eyes landed on Emily expectantly, she raked her brain for an excuse but knew she’d be piling into the bar with the rest of the team. “Oh alright, I’m in.” 

With a triumphant fist pump, Derek led the way to the elevator and to the team’s usual bar. They piled into a booth toward the back of the room and commenced their usual routine of drinking, games, and unwinding. JJ had made her way over to the darts board and seemed to be schooling some men. Garcia and Reid were locked into what looked like an extremely serious conversation at one end of the booth. Rossi and Morgan were both eyeing the bar for what could only be considered their next conquest. And then there was Emily, watching them all nursing her drink in what could only be described as brooding. 

Suddenly Emily felt eyes on her. She gazed around the room hoping to catch whoever’s eye she caught. It wasn’t abnormal for her to meet someone on these team nights out. It wasn’t as frequent as Derek or Rossi but she got her fair share of phone numbers. She was just less likely to act on those approaches. The dating scene in DC was already such a difficult thing to navigate, and being on this team was not very helpful either. She was still surveying the room when she felt Derek nudge her shoulder gently. 

“Honey at one o’clock been giving you the eyes for a while now.” He grinned nodding in that direction. Emily discreetly followed his motion with her eyes and instantly met warm eyes. And they were in fact on her. She watched as the woman twirled a loc of her between her fingers and eyed her over the rim of some fruity drink. The woman smiled sweetly and floated a wink over to their table. Emily smiled back and nodded her head in greeting. Before she could even think about her next move Derek let out a whistle of appreciation. “Oh, I think you might’ve hit the jackpot tonight. I was hoping she was eyeing me but looks like she’s got different tastes.” 

“It’s not my fault you and Rossi are striking out tonight. Maybe it’s a sign it’s time to retire.” Emily grinned in jest causing both men to scoff in offense. 

“It’s a shame too, you probably won’t even take her up on any offer,” Rossi grumbled rolling his eyes. 

“Hey! You don’t know what I might do.” Emily protested earnestly. She moved her eyes back to the woman and watched as she talked with her friends. The bar they went to was a pretty popular spot for post-work drinks and the woman seemed to have come from some office job. She and her friends were all standing and sitting around a high-top table, some with tumblers of dark liquor and others with bright drinks like the woman. The women were all conventionally attractive, yes, but she had to be honest in the fact that she was very attracted to the woman eyeing her. 

“Princess, when was the last time you indulged? I know you’ve had plenty of offers.” Derek asked. 

“I don’t think that’s any of your business.” 

“Oh sounds like she’s practicing celibacy.” Derek chided. 

“I indulge plenty.” Emily protested. 

“Oh yeah? Prove it.” Morgan goaded with a grin. “If your bed is so popular, what’s stopping you from welcoming another?” 

“Morgan, just because a woman smiles at me from across the bar doesn’t mean she wants anything from me. Especially an invitation to my bed. Unlike you, I’m not desperate for any action.” 

Morgan’s eyes widened in shock and he brought his hand to his chest, “Oh you wound me. You wound me.” Before Morgan could continue his poking, Rossi cleared his throat to get their attention. 

“Behave, children. We’ve got company.” Rossi smiled as his eyes roamed to the end of the table.

“Please, don’t stop on my account.” The young woman called as she let the smirk settle on her lips. She stopped at the end of the booth and let her eyes settle on Emily. 

Derek was the first of the two younger agents to wake from their stunned silence. “I think we can be on our best behavior in the company of someone so beautiful, right Princess?”

Derek nudged Emily playfully but it really didn’t do much good considering she was absolutely locked in on the younger woman leaning against the booth. Her eyes slowly scanned her face in interest. Now that she’d come closer, Emily really couldn’t see any reason not to at least entertain the idea of spending an evening with this mystery woman. If she was lucky, she might even get more than just an evening.

“Princess, huh? Well, can I treat the Princess to a drink?” She smiled sweetly reaching a hand out toward Emily. As soon as the words left her mouth she could hear Morgan snickering next to her.

With a roll of her eyes, Emily took her hand and slid her empty glass to the center of the table. “I think I’d like that.” Allowing the younger woman to pull her toward the bar, Emily looked over her shoulder at Morgan and Rossi (and now Reid and Garcia) and stuck her tongue out tauntingly. They’d spent the entire night with no interest from anyone and she was getting a drink with a very attractive woman. All that talk with nothing to show of it.

Once at the bar, seemingly an equal distance from both of their parties, the woman turned to address Emily. “What’ll be?” 

Never having been one to submit, Emily grinned over the woman’s head and waved her hand toward the bartender. As the bartender made his way over to them Emily caged her arms around the younger woman and leaned over her shoulder, her body screaming dominate in every way she knew how.

“Let me have another beer and one of those fruity things for…” Emily ordered next to the woman’s ear. 

“Y/n.” 

“A fruity thing for Y/n.” Emily finished with a smile, never letting her eyes leave the woman she’d trapped between the bar and her arms. The bartender nodded and got the drinks out relatively quickly and they moved to the far end of the bar– out of the way but still just as close to each other. 

“I’m gonna go out on a limb and say your name isn’t Princess.” Y/n started as she twirled the straw in her drink and gazed up at Emily through her lashes. 

“It is not. I’m Emily. My friend is just being a sore loser that I seemed to have caught the attention of the most attractive woman here.” Emily shrugged watching as Y/n’s cheeks tinted pink under her grin. 

“Well, I know what I want,” Y/n said, running a hand over the rim of her cup. 

“And what is it that you want?” Emily challenged. 

Y/n chuckled and allowed her hand to trace Emily’s jawline with a sweet smile. “Well if I have it my way, which I normally do, you’ll be wrapped around my finger before the night is over.” 

Emily raised an eyebrow as she allowed a smirk to take over her face, “Is that so?” Y/n didn’t answer at first and brought the straw of her drink to her mouth pulling Emily closer to her body. 

With their chests flushed and their eyes locked, Y/n grinned sweetly and whispered “You’ll see.” Securing Emily’s attention for the rest of the night, and potentially the future.

[nkn0va]

I know this idea was kinda done to death with the persona asks. But would you be willing to write some headcanons for Kaguya, Wagner, and Yuzuriha with an s/o who's an american gunslinger? Their s/o also has a reputation for being so fast on the draw, Noone ever sees them draw the gun, they only hear the shot.

Ok now this is actually pretty fun to think about in the context of uni, much more than Persona imo. I just find EXS powers more fun. And a buddy of mine also has a gunslinger uni OC and he's done some pretty interesting stuff with that which helps.

-Fellow gunslingers unite.

-Dating Kaguya, she is 100% going to make everything a contest whenever she can. Oh there's a Void 100 yards off? First person to shoot it from here gets treated to dinner by the loser.

-Oh, there's a rogue In-Birth causing trouble that you were both aiming to deal with? First person to apprehend them gets a favor from the loser.

-No matter how good you are, she seems to almost always be able to keep up with your skill. Half out of her natural talent and half out of you motivating her to become stronger. Though she won't let you know that, obviously.

-It isn't long before the mere mention of your names together starts striking fear in the Licht Kreis' enemies, scaring them all half to death about just randomly being shot from seemingly nowhere should they start causing too much trouble for their own good. You two have mixed reactions about it.

-While you're likely just trying to do your job and don't care, Kaguya almost seems to have slight sadist tendencies in the fact that you two can scare the shit out of people with your presence alone, even if you have no intention of hurting them. You need to remind her to tone it down.

-A very polar opposites attract case. A noble knight and an underhanded gunslinger who will kill the moment they have any reason to.

-One would normally think you two would hate each other, you're probably the only ones who can tolerate each other enough to be in a long term relationship. Mutual stubbornness is going to color the relationship a lot, yes, however only you two can understand each other in that way.

-Such stubbornness leads to a kind of loyalty most people would kill to have in their own relationship, you two are an unexpected power couple.

-You two cover each others' backs very well on the battlefield, she protects you from any would be harmers that get too close and your cover fire protects her blind spots, she has full faith in your shot no matter how many snide comments she may give you.

-You two enable each other quite a bit, perhaps a tad too much. Anyone who doesn't already know you two are too intimidated to walk up to you two when together.

-A very practical yet fun relationship overall despite what someone lookin from the outside may seem. Neither of you give a shit what others think of you though, you're all that matters to each other.

-Pretty much opposite backgrounds but for different reasons. An honorable traditional swordswoman using a traditional katana and a western/western inspired gunslinger. Your first meeting with each other is quite odd to say the least.

-Not to say it was awkward though. That kind of contrast is the kind of stuff Yuzuriha lives for. It breaks up the otherwise monotonous life she typically leads with something new and exciting.

-100 percent, jokes will be made about this, especially if you're the more serious type. She'll make over-dramatic non serious speeches at every possible opportunity in an attempt to get a laugh or smile out of you. You doing so will only encourage her.

-She will one hundred percent challenge you you to contests of speed. Specifically whether you can draw your gun and shoot a target faster than she can draw her blade and slice. You two have yet to definitely decide whose faster because the difference is SO minute but that only makes her more determined to find out.

-Yuzu demands you visit frequently while she's guarding the shrine. Says she needs a break for some eye candy every now and then. Which to be fair is probably accurate, considering she has a shorter than average attention span, not good for the kind of job she has.

[presidenthades]

Once again, I am doing a series of my behind-the-scenes thoughts for The Golds while I do light edits for formatting, typos, and continuity. Here’s Chapter 8!

(Full disclosure, I learned that TGC can sing around the time I started writing this series, and that definitely inspired singing artsy Aegon. I am still distraught about his band going “on a break.” 🥺)

For this chapter’s title, I picked the Mother lyrics from “The Song of the Seven” because it’s the childbirth chapter. The moment we’ve all been waiting for!

Joff’s hand is bandaged at the beginning of the chapter because she’s been messing around with the glass candle. Of course her loyal assistant Daeron knows about it, and he doesn’t entirely approve of her methods.

BTW I often cringe when people in fantasy stories casually cut their palms for spells and such, because your hands have a lot of muscles and nerves, so it hurts a bunch and takes a while to heal. I thought about having Joff take blood from a different body part that isn’t used all the time. Then I remembered the point of blood magic in this universe is pain and sacrifice, and I could see the magic refusing to accept blood from someone intentionally trying to avoid pain, and it only works if it hurts. So here I am, using the trope that I used to always complain about 😅.

Despite everything, Jace would not approve of Elinor’s hand being cut off, so people have been avoiding telling her.

Jace thinks Gyles is suffering at Dragonstone, but this is actually an improvement! He used to make a heckton of pies at the Red Keep, but now he only has to cook for one person. So he’s getting paid the same to do 1% of his usual workload, and he gets to be creative since he has to change the menu every meal while ensuring Jace eats a balanced diet.

Luce dresses extra neatly and arrives early so people don’t suspect she was canoodling with Aemond the night before, but this is so out of character for her that Jace notices.

During breakfast, Luce tries to play it cool and ignore Aemond while he stares at her. They had this exact same dynamic in Chaoter 9 of the Handbook, during the post-wedding breakfast. They really need to coordinate a better system when they have something to hide 🤪. (100% inspired by Aemond’s intense staring during the show when he looks at pretty much anybody.)

If Aegon and Aemond get to have sibling telepathy, so do Jace and Luce.

Luce’s rose garden reference is a callback to Chapter 1, when it’s mentioned that Aegon got handsy with Jace pre-wedding while Daemon was stalking around the hedges. Technically, Jace and Aegon were already married for years because of the elopement, and that’s how Jace justifies letting Aegon take liberties. He was already her husband so why not? 😉

Absolutely nobody expected Jace to serve as chaperone, but she blames herself anyway (as usual). If everyone wasn’t so worried about Jace’s health and if the trip preparations weren’t so hasty, I’m sure Alicent or Rhaenyra or Daemon would have insisted on sending an actual chaperone with the group.

The Episode 8 last supper bit where Jacaerys pathetically punches Aemond, who isn’t fazed at all, inspired the scene with our Jace smacking Aemond with a sandal (la chancla!). In this universe, however, Aemond can’t retaliate because Jace is a pregnant woman. He has too many chivalrous notions to strike a woman (and nobody would let him anyway). Luckily for Aemond, our Jace isn’t very strong either.

Baela has been corresponding with Cregan the last few months. Not so frequently that it raises eyebrows, but often enough that they’ve gotten to know each other better. She definitely sent a letter of condolence after Sara died, so she’s expecting a response. Unfortunately, Cregan is not reacting well to his sister’s death, and it feels like the latest in a series of Starks getting screwed whenever they interact with Targs. Jaehaerys and Alysanne made the Starks donate land to the Night’s Watch who neglected it, Jaehaerys showed mercy to rebels which led to Walton Stark’s death, Rhaenys arranged for a Stark daughter to marry Ronnel Arryn (who was usurped and thrown out the Moon Door; his wife and children probably weren’t spared either), and there are probably still some complicated feelings about Torrhen kneeling to Aegon I. Now the Northmen probably feel the Targs caused Sara’s death too, so Cregan, who is also grieving, backs away from Baela and arranges to marry a Northern girl.

Rhaenyra deliberately omits news of the Baratheon betrothal in her letter to Jace. Like everyone else, she’s trying to reduce Jace’s stressors.

Aemond’s letter has the king’s personal seal. He’s confused why Viserys would bother writing to him.

Aegon’s letter is most likely from Alicent, and it mentions something about the Baratheons. I don’t think Alicent explicitly reveals the betrothal, but there’s enough detail that Aegon figures out something is fishy. He has a good poker face when he chooses to use it, so Jace can’t tell what his reaction is.

Aemond leaves because he wants to yell at Viserys, and Luce follows to stop him from getting in trouble. They’re gone all day because they stop somewhere along the Blackwater to argue about what to do, and eventually Luce convinces him to come back to Dragonstone. When they return in the middle of the night, Aegon sneaks out to get the details from them, and that’s when they all agree on a cover story to tell Jace.

Aegon is constantly checking Jace’s pulse because he’s worried about her anxiety 😮‍💨.

Luce is trying very hard not to cry during her convo with Jace. Normally Jace is the first person she confides in about this sort of thing, but she can’t right now 😢.

Jace has a PTSD flashback, and she instinctively/inadvertently uses grounding techniques (mostly centered on Aegon) to get out of it. Westeros doesn’t have much psychological understanding or vocabulary, so I imagine a lot of conditions/symptoms get swept under the category of “madness.” Jace doesn’t entirely know why her brain and body are acting the way they do, so she worries she’s losing her mind.

I’m not a doctor so don’t quote me, but based on my amateur internet research, stress and trauma during pregnancy can cause preterm labor, and Jace has experienced a lot of stress and trauma. I was determined for Cheeseball to be born healthy, so I made him born around 37 weeks/3 weeks early. Not too early, but he’s cutting it close in a world without NICU equipment. I also read that babies born early are likelier to be breech, presumably because they’re on the small side.

Pregnant women sometimes begin “nesting” when the baby is imminent, so Jace spends the morning organizing the baby knits. And the baby might be less active than usual right before labor, which Aegon notices.

Joff is using her little hourglass to time Jace’s contractions 💀.

Jace is telling herself to be brave because “a woman’s battlefield is in the childbed,” or however the saying goes.

Why does Joff know so much about different types of fire? Because she and Daeron were trying all the different ways to light the glass candle on fire 🔥.

Rhaenyra still has unresolved trauma from Aemma’s death, so she decides to keep Aegon from the birthing chamber out of fear that he would make the same choice as Viserys if something goes wrong. When the maester and midwives are debating what to do, Rhaenyra thinks, “of course we’re saving a Jace, she’s my daughter, we aren’t killing her in the hopes of a male heir.” She overcorrects in the opposite direction as Viserys, not realizing she’s acting kinda similarly by taking the choice from Jace. By Westerosi standards, Rhaenyra is also overstepping because the expectation is it’s the father’s right to decide, certainly not the baby’s maternal grandmother’s right. Alicent thinks Aegon deserves to be in the room and have a say in what happens, so she fetches him regardless of Rhaenyra’s feelings.

I did a little reading about the history of childbirth (skip this bullet if you might be squicked by details, though I’m not going to be graphic). A child in breech has always been a big concern but isn’t necessarily fatal; it has higher odds of being injured in the birth canal, or being strangled by the umbilical cord. If the baby really does get stuck, there are ways to extract it to save the mother, but the baby almost certainly dies (and it’s quite awful how they take it out). And historically, the mother was actually chosen over the baby quite often until some church reforms happened and pushed for the baby’s survival via C-section, which had very high odds of killing the mother. So I have a lot of conspiracy thoughts about whether Aemma really was beyond saving in Episode 1, or whether the maester just told Viserys that so they could try to get the baby 🧐.

I feel like Jace could have convinced Aegon to pick the baby…and then Aegon would spend the rest of his life depressed and drinking himself into an early grave 😔. If he were somehow forced to remarry and have more kids, he would be Viserys 2.0 and favor Cheeseball over any children by his second wife. Thankfully, that didn’t happen in this universe!

I know people have a lot of questions about what Joff did with the candle, but I have to save a lot of that info for future fics! Just bear in mind that like it says in the fandom wiki, glass candles are supposedly able to give its wielder visions and dreams. I also gave the candle some qualities as an arcane focus, like in D&D. Oh, and I read on a fan forum speculating that the glass candles might be like palantirs from LOTR, so there’s that. And here, Joff uses Aegon’s blood for the ritual because he’s the baby’s father, so there’s a strong connection she utilizes to coax the baby out.

Joff puts out the candle right before the others come into the room, so nobody except Jace and Aegon (and probably Daeron) know that anything magical was involved.

During the Middle Ages, birthing rooms were kept warm and sealed because they were afraid a draft/the cold would be bad for the mother and baby. But Jace is both a Targaryen and a Velaryon, and she wants to hear her dragon and the sea, dammit.

“The sun wishes to meet the sun.” Sorry, I couldn’t resist making a pun with sun/son.

Royal and noble women overwhelmingly prefer using wet nurses (partly as a status symbol, partly so they can get back to conceiving more heirs quicker, partly so they can focus on other duties). But the ASOIAF-verse does have examples of royal and noble women breastfeeding (see some of the citations on that page if you want to dig in), including the original Queen Rhaenys. So Jace breastfeeding her child is very unusual but not unheard of. And I wanted to give Jace the psychological benefits of breastfeeding, since she’s been in a shaky mental and emotional state.

Babies and children die super easily in the pre-modern world. Just look at how many of Jaehaerys and Alysanne’s kids died super young! It’s why Aegon’s second nameday was such a big deal in the show; he survived infancy, which was the most perilous time. That’s why Jace knows that despite producing a son, she and Aegon will be expected to have more kids. It’s too risky not to.

Since we’re already bringing in LOTR with the palantir vibes, I decided to add some One Ring vibes too. Aegon senses some bad juju from the candle but he’s not magically inclined at all, so he shrugs it off. Jace isn’t super into magic either, but she’s mentally and emotionally vulnerable so the candle taps into her weaknesses more easily. I’ll probably flesh out the system more in the future Joff fic.

The culture of chivalry and courtly love seems to be strongest in the Reach. Daeron picked up on the art of giving flowery compliments while he was there. Unfortunately Joff doesn’t care about that sort of thing.

Daeron knows the candle isn’t entirely “good,” but he’s too used to following Joff’s example and doing whatever she wants. This is probably going to be part of his character arc.

Aegon, in his best Ron Swanson voice, to Dragonstone’s gardeners: “You may have thought you heard me say I wanted a lot of roses. But what I said was: give me all the roses you have.”

The lyrics in Cheeseball’s song convey the sentiments that Aegon wishes he’d heard from his father growing up, and now Aegon is ensuring that Cheeseball hears his own father say/sing those things every day 🥹. And Aegon makes sure to put both Targaryen and Velaryon references in the song to commemorate Jace’s family.

Chapter 9 commentary here

[pikapeppa]

Hello again! I've got a question for you and I don't think this one will require a full tutorial like the last writing question I asked you 🤣 I know you often juggle multiple fanfics. I'm curious about how you juggle them! Do you focus on one chapter for one fic at a time, do you hop back and forth between fics whenever inspirations strikes, do you alternate or otherwise have any kind of structure you impose on yourself with multiple longfics in progress? I'm currently juggling two longfics, a sequel to my first longfic (Thanks again for all your tutorials that helped me complete that one!!!) plus some pwp oneshots along with the series, and an AU featuring the same pairing.

I'm writing my sequel and the oneshots in past tense and the AU present tense (Don't ask me why I did that to myself 🤣) so when I try to hop back and forth I often get my tenses mixed up. So I've been only focusing on one at a time and alternating them. But I feel like my updates are sparse because of it! I might be updating every 2 weeks, but that means each fic is only getting an update once a month.

I realize I don't owe anyone updates more frequent than I can manage, but I'm all about working smart, not hard. I'd love to hear what works for you in juggling multiple fics!

As always, you're a hero, an inspiration, etc, etc. Thanks for putting your incredible writing into the world and for sharing your methods with the rest of us to make writing seem less overwhelming!!!

Hahahaha so you’re asking this excellent question at a strange time in my writing life where I’m starting to get a little burnt out by my current fic series, and I’m considering whether I need to shift my own writing practices/habits… so this might end up being a longer and more rambly/less helpful answer than you were hoping for. 🤣 And I’ll put it beneath a cut to save everyone’s dashes!

When I’m juggling more than one fic, which is most of the time, my decisions for which one(s) get prioritized basically comes down to this: I work on whichever fic(s) has me the most jazzed at any given time. If I’m equally fired up about more than one fic, I’ll focus on both of them pretty equally, and if there are any additional fics, they’ll get attention when the mood strikes. Sometimes, like when I was juggling Lovers In A Dangerous Time and Where The Winds Of Fortune Take Me, this ended up meaning that each fic got a chapter (or more) every week, because I was equally excited about both fics. But when I was writing for Horizon Forbidden West last year, the fic that got attention fluctuated more depending on where my libido mood lay: I started with my favourite boy Drakka, then got sucked into fleshing out my Kotallo fic while the Drakka fic took second-fiddle for a bit, so I was only adding to it whenever the mood struck. When my Kotallo fic was done, I hyperfocused on the Drakka fic again until I got the idea for my post-Burning Shores Kotallo/Aloy AU, and then for a solid 4-6 weeks, that fic was the only thing I was writing while my beloved Drakka patiently awaited my attention again. 🤣 So there’s no single formula I stick to when it comes to juggling fics; what it really comes down to is that I’ll focus on whichever fic(s) I’m the most jazzed and excited to write. 

Now here’s the thing. At first blush, this might sound obvious; of course I’m working on the fic(s) that I’m the most fired up and excited about. That’s what we fic writers do, right? We’re doing this for the love of the story, in our own time, for free, and we don’t owe anyone anything, so of course we write whatever we personally are most excited about, right?

Not always. For me personally, I’ve gotten into a habit over the years of holding myself to personal deadlines. If I don’t publish at least one chapter of something every week, I feel like a failure or a slacker, or like I'm disappointing my readers. And if I’m working on more than one fic equally, like I’m doing right now with Astarion and Halsin, I feel like a failure if I haven’t put out a chapter for both fics each week. 

This is not a good habit. It’s not a nice way to think about my own writing, and it’s not nice to myself to hold myself to this kind of standard. The reason I mention this is that you mentioned concerns that your updates are getting sparse because of the alternating, so I can see that you’re starting to get into the holding-yourself-to-deadlines habit — and I can speak now from experience that this is a mindset that you don’t want to get entrenched in, if you can avoid it, because it’s starting to make me feel bad about myself as a writer for literally no good reason. 

I get the idea of wanting to work smarter, not harder. But when it comes to fic writing, I worry that the smarter-not-harder attitude is a symptom of hustle culture, of trying to get more done in less time -- and I can’t lie, that worries me a little, because fic writing is a labour of love in the truest sense of the word. It is work, hard work sometimes, and it takes time and passion, and I worry that aiming to hit update deadlines will take away from the reasons that you started doing this in the first place. I genuinely think that the best and healthiest way to think about this is that you — and I! — should focus on the story/stories that you are the most excited about. If you’re loving all three of your fics equally, then alternate between them! Don’t beat yourself up for mixing the tenses (it happens, it’s a whole ass mood 🤣) or for the updates being sparse! Just work on what sparks joy, and enjoy the creative journey! Importantly, importantly, you do not owe updates to anyone, including to yourself, so the joy of the writing really should be the focus. 

I hope this doesn’t come off as being too preachy; if it is, just chalk it up to me telling these things to myself as much as I am to you. 🥰🙏 

I honestly have no idea if this is helpful, but maybe it’ll be a little insightful? And if anything, maybe you can be encouraged by the fact that your heroes are flawed and fallible too! Or maybe it’ll be a disappointing ‘don’t meet your heroes’ thing hahahaha. But I hope not. 🤣💀

— all the love and support from your friendly neighbourhood Pika! xoxo

[heywardsarchive]

Not the Right Time

or, four times the timing wasn’t right and the one time it finally was

word count: 2.4k

pairing: pope heyward x fem! reader

warnings: none that i can think of

hii it’s been a long time lol:p

first piece of work in more than a year!! anyway hopefully i’m back into the swing of writing

special mention to @mvybanks who was one of the main reasons i got inspired to write again

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you’d been in love with pope for as long as you can remember. you were a kook and he was a pogue but that didn’t bother you or your families. ever since you started frequenting his fathers shop when you were fifteen, the two of you were joined at the hip. pope introduced you to his friends and you became an honourary pogue.

falling in love with him was easy, he was everything you wanted in a boy. he was smart, kind, brave and put others before him. you looked at him like he hung the stars in the sky. it was a surprise he hadn’t noticed because everyone else had. maybe he had noticed, maybe he didn’t feel the same. you didn’t mind, just being in his presence and showering him with love, be it platonic or romantic was enough for you.

the pogues had dragged you to the kegger with them and you sat on a log with kie, nursing a glass of cheap beer in your hand, not really paying attention to the touron next to you who was talking about some horse riding course he did in maine. your eyes were focused on pope who was leaning against a tree chatting up some pretty brunette. you unconsciously let out a sigh which made kie turn to you. she followed your gaze and let out a sound of understanding.

“you should tell him.”

“maybe.” you hummed, still admiring pope from afar. he had a cap on backwards, his rope necklace around his throat and a few bracelets adorning his wrists, if you looked closely enough you could see the green threads of the bracelet you made for him peeking through.

tearing your eyes away from his figure, you stood up, holding your hand out to kie. she looked at you questioningly. “let’s dance.”

pope watched you out of the corner of his eye, the girl he was talking to had wandered off to get another drink. he felt a smile spread across his face as he watched you sway to the music with kie, a big smile on your face.

“he’s looking at you, you know” kie whispered to you, you glanced over your shoulder and your eyes met with popes who raised his glass to you as greeting, sending a smile his way you turned back to kie. “i think nows a good time to do it.” you nodded, but as you turned around to go to him, the brunette returned and pulled pope with her. your shoulders deflated and you shook your head. “it’s not a good time kie, besides i don’t think he likes me that way.” you gave her a watery smile and she wrapped you in a hug, whispering words of comfort into your ear.

2

it’s been years of pining in silence, you’re now 20. 5 years you’ve been in love with pope, waiting for the right time to tell him but it never felt right. you were tired of waiting for him, tired of watching him with other girls, girls who you could never be, ones who were so much better than you in every way.

so when a cute boy struck conversation with you at the grocery store on figure eight, you didn’t reject his advances. he was charming with striking green eyes and raven hair. his name was nathan, he’d recently moved to the outer banks from a small town in kansas.

nathan and you hit it off, you spent a small part of your day chatting with him or meeting him on dates. when he finally asked you to be his girlfriend you gladly accepted. he wasn’t pope but he was special and you could see yourself falling in love with him.

kie was happy for you when you told her the news, glad that you were finally moving on. pope on the other hand was a different story. at first he didn’t believe you then he got a bit upset but recovered quickly, telling you that he was happy for you and sending you a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes.

after you left the wreck to meet nathan, kie leaned on the counter in front of pope. “so you wanna tell me what that was all about?” she raised her eyebrow as sign for pope not to lie.

he put his head in his hands and squeezed his eyes shut. “i just, i don’t know. hearing her talk about him that way makes my heart squeeze in my chest. i think i might be in love.”

“pope, i love you, you’re my best friend but y/n is like my sister and i have seen her spend way too many years being in love with you, so i implore you not to do anything that will break her heart. if you love her, then tell her, if you aren’t sure then please don’t say anything.”

pope nodded. “i wasn’t planning on telling her anything, not right now anyway. she’s happy and i don’t want to ruin it for her. it’s not a good time to say anything.”

3

another five years had passed, you were now 25. nathan and you were going strong. you loved him, he was everything you could want and more but he had only one flaw, he wasn’t pope. even after all these years you ached for him. seeing him smile made your heart flutter and your chest ache. it was wrong, you know it was but how can you fall out of love with someone who was such a big part of your life and interwoven into every intricate detail?

it shouldn’t have surprised you when nathan got down on one knee and proposed to you on a beautiful starry night, but it did. your hands flew to your mouth in gasp and tears collected in your eyes. you said yes but your heart wasn’t fully in it. you knew that you would be happy with nathan and would live a contented life, that was enough.

the news of your engagement spread quickly among your friends. sarah and kie called you up squealing loudly already making wedding plans for you and planning your bachelorette. you should have been beaming with joy and happiness but you wanted to cry.

you knew that pope had probably heard about the engagement but you wanted to tell him yourself. in a way it was to give yourself some closure about a love that should have died a long time ago, but still shined as bright as a candle in the dark.

you knocked on his door, after a moment, popes face came into view. registering that it was you, he stepped out and closed the door behind him. he stood with hands in his pockets, not quite meeting your eyes. “hey.”

you wrung your hands. “i take it that you’ve heard the news.”

“yeah, congratulations on your engagement. nathan is a lucky man.” there was an undertone of bitterness in his voice which you did not fail to notice.

“yeah…” you smiled half heartedly, looking at your shoes.

“why are you really here y/n? i know it’s not to tell me about your engagement.” pope’s tone had changed suddenly, your face shot up and you noticed he had stepped closer to you. any closer and your noses would touch.

“you know why.” feeling bold, you moved closer to him, your breaths now mixing.

“i need you to say it.” he gulped.

“no. you know how i feel. i need you to say it, or don’t say it. i need to know i’m making the right choice!” you cried out, feeling a lump form in your throat.

pope looked at your figure, your eyes were watering and you were biting your lip, a sign that you were trying not to cry. he reached out and wrapped you in his arms, running his fingers through your hair.

“you know i can’t do that, it’s not the time for all that, you’re getting married y/n, he’s a great guy and, and i’m really happy for you.” his voice cracked as he whispered the last sentence into your ears and you started to sob hearing his voice, your tears wetting his blue shirt. you fingers curled around the fabric and you stayed in his embrace for a few minutes, possibly for the last time.

you pulled away from him and turned around, your gaze fixed on the ground. “goodbye pope.” and headed toward your car, leaving the man you loved in the front yard of his house.

4

months had passed since that day in popes yard, it was the day before your wedding. sarah and kie were were the best bridesmaid and maid of honour you could ask for and had pampered you brilliantly. nathan was so loving and you felt guilty for being so willing to leave him all those months ago.

it was dark outside and you sat on your bed, checking that all your jewellery and makeup was in its place for the big day tomorrow. you heard a knock on your room door. “come in!”

you didn’t look up thinking that it was your mother or sister.

“hey.” a male voice called, popes voice. your head shot up at the sound. “what are you doing here?” you inquired, closing the room door behind him.

he had his hands in his pockets and kept his gaze fixed on the ground. “i’ve come here to tell you not to marry him.”

“what?” you almost screamed incredulously.

he cringed and the sound and nodded. “yeah, i’m sorry for doing this to you but you cannot marry him. not when i love you more than anything and i know that you love me too.”

you were fuming with anger. how could he do this to you after everything?

“no. no you do not get to come here and say that you love me the day before my wedding. not when you know i’ve loved you since we were kids!”

popes mouth opened like he wanted to say something. you didn’t let him.

“no you don’t get to talk! how could you do this to me? you say you love me but you waited till the day before i married someone else, someone who is so good to me, who loves and cherishes me? this is not the time for such confessions pope! i want you to leave. don’t come for the wedding, please.” your eyes were red and watery, pointing at the door for him to leave.

he obliged but just before he shut the door he said, “you never said you loved him. only that he loved you.”

you collapsed on your bed and stared at the ceiling. why did everything have to be so complicated?

+1

you barely slept all night, tossing and turning. popes words played in your mind all night. “you never said you loved him. only that he loved you.”

when day finally broke and the light streamed into your room through the gap in the curtains, you sat up in your bed and put your head in you hands, gripping your hair tightly.

so caught up in your own head, you didn’t even hear the door open and your mother enter the room. “good morning honey.” she say down beside you. you looked at her, you were sure you looked like a sight. dark eye bags and you hair a mess from pulling at it so much. “hi.” you muttered.

“what’s wrong?” she asked you, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder.

“just have a lot on my mind.” you tried to muster a fake smile, but failed.

“is it perhaps something to do with pope?” she raised an eyebrow. your mouth opened and closed like a fish, trying to find the right words. “how did you know?”

she smiled, “i’m your mother, i know you. and besides, i saw him leave the house yesterday looking pretty devastated. now tell me, what’s wrong?”

there was no point in lying so you told her everything. how he told you not to marry nathan, that he loves you and how you didn’t know what to do. you were sobbing again by the end.

your mother wrapped her arms around you. “do what your heart tells you. don’t worry about what the others will say, i’ll deal with them. listen to yourself. this is your whole life ahead of you, don’t throw away what you’ve always wanted because you’re afraid of the consequences. no matter what happens, i’m here for you, your father and your sister will support you no matter what, okay? now come down for breakfast and actually think about what you want. you still have time.” she patted your back and left the room, leaving you alone with your thoughts once again.

you freshened up, ate breakfast and were back in your room once again, getting dressed for your big day.

you put on the white gown and looked at yourself in the mirror. it was beautiful but it didn’t feel right. you looked around your childhood bedroom and your eyes fell on the pictures pinned on the bedpost. the photo of you, john b and jj lying on top of eachother on the sand, the picture of you sarah and kiara pouting at the camera and finally the picture of you squishing popes cheeks while he grinned.

you traced your fingers on the last picture.

it was clear now, you knew what you had to do.

****

pope was sitting sadly on his couch, beating himself up for letting you slip through his fingers when he heard a knock on the door.

he lazily got up and opened the door, but when he saw who was on the other side, he thought he was dreaming. you stood there, in your white gown and veil smiling at him.

you looked so beautiful in your wedding gown, he forgot how to speak. “what are you doing here?” he asked, voice breaking as he soaked in your figure.

you walked closer to him and wrapped your arms around his neck, pressing a kiss to his lips, one that you had longed for since you were a teenager, he was shocked but recovered quickly, kissing you back.

“i didnt do it, i didnt marry him.” you smiled at him, arms still wrapped around his neck. “what?”

“i couldnt do it. it wasn’t fair to him, nor to me. i told him that i was sorry and that i was in love with someone else. he wasn’t very happy about that of course, but he understood.”

“so what does that mean for us?” pope inquired.

“i means that it’s finally the right time to tell you that i love you” you pressed a kiss to his lips, holding him close.

[forzafinally]

15 QUESTIONS 15 FRIENDS

Thank you for tagging me @thats-a-real-legacy-to-leave 🌻💫

Are you named after anyone? Not exactly but my name is a combination of my father's two names so 🤷🏻‍♀️

When was the last time you cried? Sometime last week I suppose

What sports do you play/have played? So I'm pretty bad at sports in general (seriously, I have tripped while running and bruised my entire face) but I like to swim!

Do you have kids? Nope

Do you use sarcasm? Frequently

What is the first thing you notice about people? How they deal with someone junior to them if we're talking about a professional setting. Personally speaking, their hair and smile.

What is your eye colour? Dark brown

Scary movies or happy endings? Happy endings ftw

Any talents? I can play the guitar, write creatively when inspiration strikes, and I am a pretty good nature photographer

Where were you born? India

What are your hobbies? Listening to music, discovering new authors and reading their stories, watching plays

Do you have any pets? Nope

How tall are you? 5'7

Favourite subject in school? English literature and mathematics

Dream job? Part time writer, part time professional in my current career working a 20 hour work week 🥹🥹 (a girl can dream)

Tagging @teddypng @leesh @lewishcmilton @queerdiaz @victoriaaaaaaaaa and anyone else who wants to do this :D

[slytherinbarnes]

writing updates + requests are open

hiiiiii sweet loves!

i know, i know, i've been v absent, but i have been writing (albeit v slowly) and wanted to give you guys an update on my WIPs. I also wanted to let you know that for the first time, I'm taking requests for short drabbles and one shots, so read on if you're interested for more details!!!

writing updates:

okay, i've got a few WIPs, and some are further along than others.

the most likely contender for my next posted series will be my star wars rewrite series with the choose your own ending, which is about 65% finished! i thought about starting to post now bc i have about 30 chapters finished, but i think i want to push on and finish it up first so i can give multiple updates without any lags (since my writing hasnt been as fast as it ws during quarantine)

my grounder!reader x bellamy series is probably next up. it's about 15% done at this point, but it's shorter than the other works i have planned and it's already completely plotted out so i think that's where i'll progress next.

my harry potter rewrite is also about 15% finished, but is planned to be muchhhhhh longer (might get up there with sub rosa tbh) so i think it'll be a bigger monster to finish, though it is pretty solidly plotted and I have a bunch of random scenes finished.

i've also got a dune rewrite and a marvel rewrite in the works, though both are pretty bare bones for now. i've been planning a big bucky barnes rewrite for agessssss, but i want to explore the legal side of a bucky barnes trial so i've been trying to decide if that'll be its own thing or included in one large rewrite.

i also would love to do a yelena belova series of some sort, but havent made much progress there. it could make its way into one giant marvel rewrite and be a kinda poly situation if people are interested!

requests are open!!!

okay so i keep forgetting that i can write like, little things?? my brain is always pretty solidly in series mode but i used to churn out drabbles on an old blog like crazy, so i'd like to do that again just so i'm posting more frequently!

i'm open to writing smut, and i write for marvel, the 100, star wars, and harry potter. i'm also down for fluff or angst or any other things you might want. i prefer reader insert based requests, but i won't count out pairings of characters bc you never know when inspiration will strike.

any other questions, just ask!!! okay ily ily ily guys so fucking much!!! hope you're all doing well!

[eusuntgratie]

Fic Writer Q & A!

tagged by @cuprun thank you !

How many wips do you have currently?

i have 6 kiss prompts left, 2 rnm fics started, and 8 bigger/in progress wips across 3 fandoms, i think. i have many many many more documents in various degrees of disarray but lots of those will never get finished.

Which one are you finding the hardest to finish?

elliot x marco is definitely giving me some hell. i don't know the characters as well as i'm used to and i also started with vibes but tripped into plot which always causes some chaos. i have some great notes from a friend to get it back on track but i also struggle with having multiple wips across multiple fandoms and having very little time to actually write.

firstprince exes is also challenging bc its outside pov which makes it difficult to tell some parts of the story, but i really love that one and i'm determined to finish it i just need to focus on it (and stop starting new wips)

What does it usually look like when inspiration strikes for you?

i get ideas everywhere all the time. i'm getting better at letting some of those go and trying to focus on the ones i have more motivation to write. i do keep a giant doc of ideas to come back to.

sometimes i get a huge burst of inspiration and could sit down and write for a really long time, but i just don't have a lot of free time available for writing. i write more and better when i have bigger chunks of time, but that's frequently in the evening when i'm tired and its harder to write.

if i have the inspo and get in a good zone i can sit down and write write write, but those opportunities are pretty rare lately!

Do you curate playlists for each fic or is your process different?

it depends. i'm not great at creating playlists but they do help my writing process a lot. i love having them but i don't always make them. i do listen to them while i write but will also listen to them throughout the day if i hope to have time to write later because it will get ideas percolating and get me in the right headspace.

Do you go balls to the wall and write as you go or are you more organized?

i do a lot more planning now than i used to. i do typically just dive into a scene to get the feel for it and see what the characters are like and want to do. i don't do super organized outlines but i do usually plan out the rest of the fic in just sort of casual notes spread out visually by scene. i like doing that because then i can work on the fic out of order and i can throw in notes and ideas as they come to me. longer fics i do more planning, but still leave room for things to change, or new ideas, etc.

tagging: no pressure tagging @voxofthevoid @jbarneswilson @taste-thewaste @firstprincehornyramblings @onward--upward and open tag for anyone who sees this and wants to do it!

[inthedayswhenlandswerefew]

When the world is crashing down is so beautifully heartbreaking. You have a real gift for writing. Do you think you could ever write an epilogue where they are reunited in the afterlife .... and she finally gets to be with an Aegon who is at peace and who does not have to carry around the pain/scars of his life 💔

Firstly, thank you so much!!! I'm thrilled that you enjoyed WTWICD and I appreciate your kind words more than I could possibly express. 🥰 It is such a heavy and tragic story, but also (in my opinion) deeply romantic, almost like gothic horror vibes. I was worried it might be too dark for my readers, so I am a little extra touched when someone shows that series love. 💜

I get requests for/questions about epilogues pretty frequently, and every time I feel awful for disappointing people because the truth is, I almost never write epilogues! I always know exactly how a fic will end before I begin writing, and beyond that point I don't "see" specific scenes. Sometimes I have a vague idea of what happens after the final chapter, but I don't really have a sense of images or dialogue, and without that I simply can't write anything more without it feeling forced. That doesn't mean I'll never write an epilogue, because no one knows for sure when and how inspiration will strike...but it's unlikely!

[leftsidebonfire]

✨️ Pinned Post! ✨️

Hello and welcome to Leftsidebonfire, where we always Go Left! 👈🔥

You can feel free to call me Katie or Elfie! I'm 26, Female, She/Her.

☠️🏴‍☠️ I have OCs and I also RP from time to time! If you like that sort of thing, Follow my sideblog: @talesfromtherollingmountain

✨️ In this little blog, you can expect to find my silly little rambles about a whole array of things, including (but not limited to!):

✨️ One Piece, Jojo's Bizarre Adventure, Dungeons and Dragons, The Witcher, Assassins Creed, Epic The Musical, and more!

I also love to draw, which you'll find pretty frequently on this blog, with OC and Fandom art. I also have a lot of fun making moodboards and aesthetic boards for fandoms, characters, ships, and OCs.

And when inspiration strikes, I write!

Welcome aboard!

My rules here are simple.

1. Be Excellent to each other

2. Party on, Dudes!

Okay, in seriousness, I don't expect this server to really need much guidance. The obvious rules apply.No nastiness, be kind to each other, behave. Let's be good friends and care for each other. Life is hard enough. 💕

✨️ OH, and we don't call Sanji a "Vinsmoke" here.

Masterlist Below!

💀🏴‍☠️ One Piece

Wouldn't Hurt a Fly: Sometimes, even the sweet ones reach their breaking point. Unaek, forced to watch her beloved Sanji being hurt to protect her, takes matters into her own hands when she unlocks a new level of her Devil Fruit she had never expected before.

Wild Blue Yonder: The thought of a dungeon inside the Germa castle was terrifying. That was where all the bad people went. Killers and monsters. But, Unaek was going to be eight soon. And that meant that she could be brave.

Wild Blue Yonder (Part 2)

💜💫Jojo's Bizarre Adventure

Tea For Thugs, A young Victorian woman known as Amaryllis helps out an injured stranger on the streets of London one night, unknowingly forming a bond with the leader of the most feared gangs in all of London, Robert E. O. Speedwagon.

Tea For Thugs (part 2)

Breathe Me: Joseph Joestar is strong in many ways, except for the moments when his resolve fails, and he admits that even he needs a little bit of comfort when it feels like the world is caving in. Jocasta offers Joseph some relief from his Hamon Training Mask.

At Our Place, We Do Four: The French are known to kiss cheeks as a greeting, and as someone with the world's biggest crush on a sweet, flirty Frenchman, I can't say I'm one to complain. (Self ship with Polnareff)

Hey Jealousy: "Keep an eye on Polnareff" is a difficult task when you won't admit that you're jealous. In which I follow Polnareff around the streets while he agonizingly flirts with Nena. (Self ship with Polnareff)

[perryisle]

🚆 📎 💡 🌌 💢

answers below cut!!!

🚆 TRAIN - what is their answer to the trolley problem?

vinny kind of wouldn’t care how many people the trolley hits at first bc like. he never knew them Personally or anything so they don’t really matter to him. but one part of him would want the trolley to go on five people because “it would be funny” and another part of him would want the trolley to hit one person because less people get killed and he’s a lot more considerate about not hurting Actual Human Beings than demons (he doesn’t really show others that side of him though + he doesn’t really think about Bein Nice to people for most of the story)

📎 PAPERCLIP - a random fact.

vinny can kind of sort of play the bass!! i imagine he hasn’t really played it since high school and is considering playing it again For Fun (a guy needs more hobbies yknow)

💡 LIGHTBULB - is your oc a planner? do they write down every small detail or just wing it?

doing this with three characters!!!

lance plans a lot and i imagine he has a pretty good memory so he just Knows when to do stuff and what to do without any tools (like notes or whatever). also he has a lot of backup plans when things go wrong

mae tries her best to plan (she frequently sets reminders n crap) but usually she forgets what to do or decides to not do what she originally had planned earlier

vinny does not think at all he just does whatever

🌌 MILKY WAY - what was the inspiration behind your oc? what was the first thing you decided about them?

ive had the idea of lance for a very long time (since crit dmg’s early development in 2021) and the first thing ive decided about him was that he was some dude that used to be associated with ENDS and wore a yellow scarf (bc haha funny primary color things)

some major inspo for him includes henry from no more heroes, fifteen from katana zero (kz is a very good game btw go play it if you’re interested), and aki from chainsaw man. as for design inspo mr. doppelganger from travis strikes again contributed a lot to his design (ESPECIALLY with the scarf + long coat combo and his heterochromia)

💢 ANGER - what are some habits they have that will take some getting used to?

wow these answers are becoming very vinny-centric!! anyways i don’t know if this would count as a habit but vinny really has to get used to bein fuckin nice to people for once. like come on dude you’re like protecting people now you really don’t need to be assholes to em yknow!! i imagine most of his character arc involves taking his job more seriously and learning how to be more comfortable with showing kindness to others. at the end of his arc hes still VERY into beating up demons but he mostly does it for his friends and the people that live in turnstyle yknow (at the VERY least he’s still snarky and has that edgy anti hero attitude but more nice in the end)

[drop--pop--candy]

i hope you didn't miss me too much~ tis i, ever-sparkling sylvie, gracing your inbox at a timely twelve am! at least, in my timezone. please don't worry about my sleep schedule. i find myself awake during these hours a lot of the time. i hope you're enjoying whatever hour it is where you are ♪

i really did mean to hop in at least once in the past, what, twenty-four hours? but whenever it passed my mind it slipped right out and i'd totally forget. but now i've remembered, yay!

i'd just like to tell you that i suddenly got hit with a burst of inspiraton and creative clarity? it's CRAZY. i was thinking about one of my fic projects, kind of just twirling the characters around in my head—a more graceful interpretation of rotating them as if in a microwave—and it kind of just...came to me. and i kept on thinking, kept mentally writing, telling myself, oh, this is really good, until it came to the point where i thought: man. do i have to ground this somewhere.

i don't know if anyone other than myself does this, but i like to look up locations that pop up in my stories that i haven't personally been to, or just pull inspiration from real places that have found their way into the file cabinet labeled 'inspiration' in my heart. to me, it grounds the scene and gives my concepts a backgrop. and what i was struck with, then, was good enough to be grounded. so i started looking at airbnbs in seoul! (some context: fic is set in korea; character a is visiting & character b is based in kr; scene is about cooking; story has more of a homey feel so i'd rather have this & other important scenes take place in a proper house rather than, like, a kitchenette hotel.) and oh my goodness. within a minute i'd found the most beautiful house... it's clean, white, and with wooden accents. not the most cozy, per se, but definitely serene. and it has the most lush, peaceful back garden. i fell in love! truly, i fell in love. i can't wait to write this scene. but first, i felt the need to tell you the good news, because it'd been an unintentionally long while since i'd last reached out & i wanted to compensate. i know a day or so isn't so long, but i really did mean to reach out to you during that time. lol.

i hope you, too, are struck with the inspiration, motivation, and energy i have! in all honesty i've been having a rough patch so i feel as if this came to save my day. i hope that today, something saves your day, at least a little. my apologies for going on such a long tangent about myself. thank you for entertaining me! i hope my message comes as a sweet surprise to you, in the same way my muse so kindly came to me.

♡, sylvie

hi sylvie!!! i'm glad you're back!! i was afraid i scared you off lol

as i'm writing this, it's creeping up on 2am. that's not weird for me tho i stay up this late all the time during summer. dw abt not popping in!! i am the most forgetful person like ever lmaoaoao so i get it

that's really good to hear!! it's always great when inspiration strikes like that :3 i've heard some of my other writer friends look places up to help with their stories. personally i tend to just make stuff up when i write but i totally understand how basing it on a real place could really help with being able to visualize it!!

i haven't had anything massive that's "saved my day" or anything, but i have had a handful of really nice interactions with my friends over the past couple of days :D and that's really all i can hope for yk?

really it's no worries at all! i like hearing people talk about things that bring them joy it's sort of like they're sharing that feeling with me if that makes sense :> it was a nice surprise!! asks pretty much always are, they're not exactly frequent but i cherish all of them <33

[solocupent]

How Can I Be More Original in Music Production?

When you begin a new track on your computer, what do you do first? Get Logic going? Warm up the TB808? Sit atop a hill, thinking about life's purpose and hoping for Music Production to strike? Any of those things would be appropriate, but if you're like most people, you spend at least ten minutes staring blankly at a blank computer without knowing where to begin. You can sit there for hours on a terrible day without doing anything. It might be difficult to push inspiration when it won't come, which is one of the hardest aspects of composing music. The Garnish School of Sound is unable to impart that knowledge. Writers' block can be as tenacious as a mule or you can sometimes force yourself to get over it.

If you have everything you need and are ready to go, in my opinion, there are three primary factors that might impede the inspiration of a creative music maker: not knowing what to do, not knowing how to do it, and worrying about whether what you produce will be any good. Well, I can immediately respond to the last one by saying that whatever you do is good since being productive is good and will get better the next time you do it. However, I'm going to focus on the first stifling aspect in this essay, as well as some of the second one.

You could also record some samples for the sampler or use the sequencer. Before you even start the application or start writing a note, you might want to buy a sample pack, download some fresh loops for inspiration, or use one of the countless apps at your disposal. The verdict? Choice is wonderful, but it can also be detrimental. According to conventional thinking, you should select one or two instruments and a few effects and thoroughly understand how to utilise each of them. This is a good approach to narrow your alternatives so that you can focus on acting rather than choosing. Though there are other ways to skin a synth, the approach I'm going to.

Although we won't be hammering in nails or assembling flat-pack furniture, doing so practically isn't all that different from doing it on a computer. After learning how to operate a music programme, it's frequently difficult or impossible to get it to do exactly what you want. There is usually a solution or some sort of compromise, but most of the time we don't want a solution; we want it precisely way we want it, and it appears that functions should be obvious, simple to use, and effective. Personally, I find that I frequently use complex products in a very basic manner and don't require all of its bells and whistles.

I'm going to go over the actual thinking process here and simply say that thoughts will come, generally when you least expect them, whether it be on the aforementioned hill, on the toilet, or in the foggy morning following the previous night. Once you have one, dissect it to choose where to begin. A man who needed some assistance with plug-in design in Max/MSP gave me an issue as an example of this. In order to play harmonies in real time through any synth while simultaneously recording the audio and the midi notes into Logic, he sought a device that could sense the pitch of the instrument he was recording (often a guitar and a voice).

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[mysterystarz]

the romance checklist:

summary: a chance meeting with kageyama has you striking up a bet to see if one of you could fall in love with the other before the year was up. cue the romance checklist, a piece of paper that molded your fate and his.

pairing: kageyama tobio x g!n reader

word count: 3.2k

genres + themes: literally pure fluff, reader is a first-year karasuno student, reader is also kind of a romantic

warnings: none

a/n: so this is my first time writing for kageyama and i know he's probably pretty out of character, so my apologies!! this was inspired off some headcannons i wrote for one of my irl friends, and this wiki-how article which i used to structure the actual checklist! to all my lovely kags simps, this is for you <3 (also to all the people who hate angst, you lucked out bc i was about to add an angst part but got lazy)

You had never thought a trip to the vending machine could be so eventful.

It had been lunch break, and you found yourself wandering towards the machine, money in hand as your eyes trailed the snacks. It had become routine to sneak away during lunch hours for this, enjoying the fresh autumn breeze as you bought your snacks. It had always given you time to think and the time to recompose yourself when you didn’t have a clue what to do.

Usually it also provided you with time alone.

That wasn’t the case today though. Standing in front of the vending machines was Kageyama Tobio, frantically pushing the button for milk with a grumpy sort of scowl on his face. From the distance you stood, you could make out his height and the way he tapped his foot continuously, as if he didn’t have the time to wait for the milk to be dispensed from the spot.

Strolling up to the spot, you stood silently next to him, watching the way he retrieved the milk from the slot wordlessly as he walked away, not even a glance in your direction.

You knew full well who he was. In fact, you could barely walk through the halls of school without hearing a murmur about the prodigy setter and his closed off ways. The girls found him intriguing from afar, and while they never dared to approach him, they all wanted to.

You hadn’t really understood what they saw in him. He was average...if not below that in academics, and he seemed to dedicate most of his time to volleyball, not caring much for other people. He didn’t seem to have many friends, and was almost always grumpy.

All of this should’ve been reason enough to avoid him, and yet you couldn’t help but be intrigued. There was something about him that was different. You just needed to find out what that was.

The next day came around, and sure enough, he stood at the machine again, toe-tapping as his milk was dispensed from the slot. This time his eyes scanned the courtyard as if he was seeking something before they finally landed on you.

You weren’t prepared for the full impact of his gaze. It was calculated and pointed, with some sort of intent that was expressed in every inch of those dark blue eyes. You weren’t put off by it.

In fact, it was charming in its own way.

“Are you looking for something Kageyama?” You asked as you walked towards him, pulling a few yen out of your pocket. “You’re staring.”

“I’m not.” He deadpanned, his eyes still trained on you as you selected a snack from the machine’s buttons. “I see you everywhere. Who are you?”

You hadn’t expected that. You knew he was observant...when it came to volleyball specifically, but never realized how it translated anywhere else. “I’m Y/L/N Y/N.”

You weren’t sure what else to say to him. Gently grabbing your snack, you politely nodded at him before leaving him behind, the thoughts rapidly accumulating in your brain. Did he notice you the entire time? Why did he ask? Did he know something? Was he planning to use you as some example to the other girls who wanted to know him?

You wish you had an answer.

Unfortunately, you couldn’t think of any.

It had been two weeks since you had met Kageyama by the vending machines. It had now become routine to expect him there during your lunch breaks, milk box in hand as he regarded your very presence with something that felt a whole lot like curiosity. Every now and then he’d offer commentary on the mundane happenings of Karasuno, or ask about you, but you weren’t sure how you could hold a conversation with just these things.

“Kageyama.” You nodded, strolling towards the machine as you always did. He whipped around almost immediately, offering a solemn nod in return, clutching his milk box.

“Y/L/N.” He murmured, taking a sip of his box.

“Have you ever thought about love?” You found yourself asking, internally screaming at the word choice. Great, now he was going to think that you were some crazy person.

“I think so…?.” Was what he offered in response. His features seemed to soften at this question though as he scrunched his brows in thought. “What type of love?”

You raised a brow at him in question. “Kageyama...what type of love are you talking about?”

“Well...I love volleyball and milk.” He shrugged. “That counts.”

“That...wasn’t the type I was referring to.” You said, suppressing the laughter that bubbled into your chest. “I was talking about the other kind.”

“The other kind is stupid.” Kageyama replied instantaneously. “There’s nothing special to it.”

You felt confusion seep into your system before you quieted it, letting your mind wander. With Kageyama’s status, you assumed that he’d at least thought of the concept at least once, although it seemed that he’d never even pondered the idea altogether!

“You’d have to feel it to come to that conclusion,” you countered, “Have you?”

“No,” he scoffed, “It’s still stupid.”

“Why?” You asked, feeling the curiosity surface. “Any specific reason?”

“Why would anyone want to dedicate all their time to another person?” Kageyama asked straight back, his gaze unwavering. “I just don’t see the point.”

You stared back at him, feeling the challenge bubble in your veins. “I bet...I can make you fall in love with someone by the end of the school year.”

At that moment, the boy in front of you looked thoroughly surprised, throwing his empty milk box at the garbage can nearby. He seemed speechless to some extent, as if he wasn’t able to process the words that had just left your mouth.

“And what happens if you can’t?” He asked, hesitantly bringing his gaze to your face. “What then?”

“I’ll buy you milk for a whole month.” You placed your hands on your hip as you kept your glare firm. “I stick to that.”

“Okay then,” he sighed, “Game on.”

With a shake of your hands, you cemented your fate.

You would win that bet. That much was certain.

“What’s this Y/L/N?” Kageyama asked, pointing at the piece of paper you held at him. “How are you going to win a bet with this?”

The two of them stood in the courtyard of Karasuno, the fresh autumn breeze rippling the paper you held in your hand. It had been a good day so far, and Kageyama had surprisingly stuck to his resolve, meeting you at the vending machine when he could’ve easily avoided you.

It was always more fun to challenge a competent opponent.

“This is the romance checklist.” You grinned proudly. “This has all the things we need to get you to fall in love.”

“How is it fair if you don’t do the checklist’s things too?”

“Well, that’s why I’m doing them with you.” You responded, already anticipating these types of questions. “I drafted the checklist off of the things I’ve observed over the years that should totally lead to feelings of love!”

“Whatever.” Kageyama said, his blue eyes scanning the paper’s contents. “How do you plan to do this?”

“We follow the steps.” You nodded. “Since I’m doing this with you, it’ll be foolproof.”

“Y/L/N...what if we competed against each other?” He mumbled. “We follow the checklist and use it against each other. Whoever falls in love first loses.”

“Do you really want to risk that?” You smirked, “That’s a bold move you’re making.”

Kageyama stood up straighter at this, the challenge burning deep in his eyes. “I’m going to win, so it won’t be an issue.”

“Suit yourself,” you grinned. “I’ll be winning this anyways.”

He simply smirked as he looked down at the paper, the promise of a challenge fresh and bright between them.

STEP ONE: MEET SOMEONE

After a long time, you had finally gotten some free time away from schoolwork and the obligations that pinned you down. It was a rare occurrence with the amount of pressure that the college prep class placed on you, and you intended to make the most of it.

You found yourself on the pathway of a cafe you used to frequent in the summer with your friends. It had always been a place to collect your thoughts and let your worries float away with every sip of one of the immaculately crafted beverages that they offered there. You felt your lips twitch in an involuntary smile at the memories.

“Y/L/N?” You heard a voice call out, a shocking contrast to the normal chattering you heard within the shop. Looking up, you were met with Kageyama’s eyes, narrowed and confused as you sat at the table frozen. “What are you here for?”

“It's a break for me,” you shrugged, “I come here all the time. I haven’t seen you here before.”

“They have good drinks,” Kageyama replied bluntly. A few beats of silence passed between them, with neither of them knowing what to add to the conversation.

“You can sit down with me.” You offered, gesturing to the empty seat across from you. “The more the merrier.”

He didn’t question this as he slid into the seat, fingers drumming on the table as he looked at the window. From your point of view, it was almost picturesque the way he managed to appear. His blue eyes were focused on the trees outside, and his posture was ever so casual and relaxed as he sat there, as if he had no other care in the world.

It was unfair how model-like he managed to appear, even despite the fact he wasn’t trying.

Ah. Perhaps this is what the girls at school noticed.

Once the drinks arrived at your table, the two of them drank in comfortable silence, admiring the flavors on their tongues as their surroundings continued on as normal. You didn’t feel the need to contribute anything to the silence, finding it calming in its own right.

“So Kageyama, are you feeling anything yet?” You teased, setting down your half-empty cup.

“No.” He admitted, setting down his drink as well. “I am supposed to?”

“Well technically no, but it’d be good if you did.” You chuckled, finding amusement in the cluelessness of his ways. “Step one of the romance checklist: meet somebody.”

“We already met though.” He countered, “How does this count as anything?”

“Well, we just encountered each other out of nowhere.” You smiled, “That counts as a meeting in my book.”

He wrapped his mind around this information, nodding solemnly. “I guess so then. I still don’t feel anything.”

“Neither do I.” You said, willing the slight butterflies in your stomach to subside. It was really nothing. This was simply a chance meeting, nothing more than luck and fate that had you encounter each other today of all days.

You shouldn’t have been affected this quickly. You felt far too warm, far too...fuzzy, for a meeting of chance. It was simply far too intimate.

Well, it seemed that Kageyama had gotten the one upon you at this stage.

You’d beat him next time. You knew you would.

STEP TWO: FLIRT

“You look good today Kags,” you smirked, feeling a sense of satisfaction creep up in your veins at his flushed cheeks,

Over the course of the weeks spent together, you had been able to learn more about the mysterious boy in front of you and had even formed a friendship of sorts. For starters, he was flustered very easily, which is why you decided to make your move so early in the morning.

“I look like how I do every day, dumbass!” He growled, the red deepening in his cheeks when you merely winked in response.

Ah yes. He tended to insult those he befriended. That was yet another endearing thing about the boy in front of you.

“No, something is different today,” you commented, “Did you do something with your hair?”

“No,” he frowned, the flush never subsiding from his cheeks. “Why are you doing this to me?”

“I’m just saying genuine things you know.” You laughed, punching his shoulder casually. “Besides, I think I’m succeeding so far.”

“Succeeding? This is that stupid checklist again, isn’t it?” He sighed. “Step two: flirting. What is the point of this again?”

“It’s to show interest.” You remarked. “Besides, if you want me to fall for you, you’re going to at least have to act like you’re interested in me. I know it’s working on you so far.”

“No it’s not!” He yelled, although the defense was half-hearted. You knew he was merely putting up a front. You could tell it from his body posture alone.

You had the upper hand right now.

You waved him goodbye as you entered the Karasuno grounds, climbing the stairs to reach your class as he walked in the opposite direction. Even if you had the upper hand right now, you knew that you had to be on-guard the rest of the day.

If there was one thing you knew very well in the time you had spent with Kageyama, it was that he was extremely competitive. There was no way he’d ever go down without a fierce fight, especially when a month’s worth of milk was on the line.

You had been absolutely right to doubt him.

When lunchtime rolled around, he stood at the vending machine like he always did, leaning against it casually as he waited for you, his focus placed on the entrance.

The first thing you noticed was how calm he was. There was none of his usual frantic energy or the practiced insults that you threw back at one another. He simply stood there, content, as he watched you make your entrance.

The second thing you noticed was how an unconscious smile crept onto his face when you waved at him and slipped away the minute your eyes darted to his mouth. He sipped his milk casually, although you knew that internally, he was definitely scheming.

He could be a gremlin if left untapped.

You were about to purchase your snack in silence, thinking about all the ways he could win against you when you felt his hand on your shoulder. Turning around, you saw him holding out a container of your favorite snack, handing it to you wordlessly.

What?

“I thought I would get it today,” he shrugged, taking a sip of his milk. “You’ve bought me milk sometimes. It’s only fair.”

He didn’t consider it much of a big deal, but you felt your heart begin to accelerate in its pace at the thoughts that came flying into your head.

He had paid attention to your favorite snack? He had actually cared about when you bought him milk?

He noticed all of this?

“You...have a nice smile.” He mumbled, a flush rising onto his cheeks once again. You felt yourself fluster a bit at the compliment, not used to hearing it that often.

“Uhhh thanks.” You exhaled, not knowing how to respond to such an out-of-the-blue remark. “Your smile looks a lot like the Cheshire cat you know.”

For a moment his face was contorted into an expression of horror before he laughed a bit, the low chuckles sending heat straight to your cheeks.

Damn it. His laugh was adorable.

It was a low chiming sound, but it still managed to uplift your spirits in the brief time that you heard it. It was absolutely perfect.

You’d like to hear it again if you could.

A small smile was on his face as he looked to the ground, thinking about something while you took the time to really look at him. Behind the stone exterior, was someone talented, clueless, and amusing in every way you could possibly imagine.

You noticed how his posture mirrored yours, and the way how he smiled when your eyes finally met his own.

Damn it! He got the one-up on you. Again.

STEP THREE: GO ON THRILLING DATES

“Tobio! Let’s go on this one!” You yelled as you dragged him towards the large rollercoaster that caught your eye.

It was a beautiful Saturday with the most perfect weather. Sunny skies met a fresh breeze as you dragged Kageyama around the amusement park you had insisted on going to together. He kept with your quick pace as you went from ride to ride, never once letting go of his hand.

If anything, you were more confused why he didn’t comment on the fact that you had been holding hands that long. Rather he silently followed you from ride to ride, occasionally commenting on how small it looked for them.

From where you stood, the rollercoaster looked positively incredible with the multiple loops and drops in its track. This certainly fit the bill for thrilling. Maybe Kageyama could finally agree to ride this one.

“Y/N, do we really have to do this one?” He asked, his gaze not tearing away from the ride. “Doesn’t it look a bit too small for us?”

“Well if it’s too small, then we can still ride it as a joyride, don’t you think?” You grinned as you shoved him into the line of the coaster. Soon enough, it was your turn as you were ushered into the seats while the employees strapped you and Kageyama into the rollercoaster.

The wait was excruciating, with every second that passed sending a wave of anticipation and adrenaline through your system. Looking to your side, you saw Kageyama’s face, which was composed, even though his fingers drummed rapidly on the bar.

Was he nervous?

Hesitantly, you reached to clasp your hands together, relishing in the feeling of your palm on his as the rollercoaster suddenly began moving, bringing you up the tall lift hill.

“Tobio, are you okay?” You questioned as you neared the top, the grip he had on your hand tightening ever so slightly.

“I’m fine!” He yelled, just as the roller coaster fell over the lift hill, sending them into a plummeting drop.

You felt the exhilarating feeling of soaring as the ride propelled you forward, shouts of glee leaving your mouth ever so often. On the other hand, all you heard from Kageyama was the occasional shout of horror when they encountered yet another drop on the track, the grip he had on your hand deathly tight.

“Tobio! You’re afraid of rollercoasters?!” You shouted as you were guided into a loop.

“No I’m not!” He shouted back, shutting his eyes when he was finally upright again. “They just make me feel like I’m about to die!” When he opened his eyes, they first found yours in a look that was both petrified and fond. “I think I lost the bet!”

“You did what?!” You yelled as the wind rippled in your ears again.

“The bet Y/N! I think I’m in love with you!” He yelled. “I thought I should tell you before we die!”

You felt your heart soar at the words that had just been exchanged, a testament to the budding feelings you had felt for months around him.

“We’re not going to die.” You sighed as the ride finally slowed, feeling exhilarated as you smiled at him. “I love you too.”

Stepping off the rollercoaster, Kageyama was more silent than anything, red flush adorning his cheeks as you massaged soothing circles onto his hand. “We both lost it in the end.” You laughed.

“I think it was worth it,” he chuckled, the beautiful chime, showing you that he meant every word.

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[chocolate-parfait]

I see the askbox is open 🙂 You don’t know the speed at which I raced here.

But I was really hoping that you could do headcanons for Arthur (vamp), Masamune (Sen), and Mitsuhide (Sen) with a s/o who is an author? Like Tolkien almost, she writes high fantasy and is super well known? (bonus points if she goes back in time with one of her novels on her to show them exactly).

I hope it’s not confusing^^

I adore your writing so I hope to see whatever you publish in the future!

Thank you so much!!

Waa thank you sm for your support!! It really means a lot, thank you ❤ ❤ I hope you enjoy!

Author!MC who writes high fantasy novels - (Arthur, Masamune & Mitsuhide)

Arthur

Arthur is extremely amused and intrigued when he hears about your occupation, and even more so when he discovers that you’re a pretty big shot, too. For once, he completely discards appearances (although he still thinks you’re very pretty) and is genuinely interested in your job, frequently asking details about your writing process, your stories and such.

Your books come from two completely different universes, as we have realism and crime against fantasy and supernatural. Yet, when you offer your book for him to read, he falls absolutely in love with it. Although it may not seem like it, Arthur is quite the superstitious man, and has always had a certain interest in the occult and paranormal. Long story short, he becomes your number one fan.

He asks Comte to bring back your books from the future so that he can read them all (if you find out he’ll admit it with a sheepish smile and a blush on his face), and even then he feels like he doesn’t know enough about the different worlds described in your books and about their writer, you. If the topic pops up during conversations he'll take his chance and curiously ask you more and more questions about your job; if not, he'll pick up hints along the way whenever he can.

Your writing schedule will easily adapt to the domesticity of your relationship. You both write together in the same room (sometimes his, sometimes yours, or even in the dining room) as it can be very motivational, and you’re both ready to comfort the other whenever a lack of inspiration puts a stop to your writing. Furthermore, it’s very practical when it comes to taking breaks! He’ll cuddle with you while asking how everything’s coming along and if you need him to help you get some ideas. (this man will def sneak kisses whenever you're absorbed in your own little world because he adores the pout that magically appears on your lips whenever you're concentrated)

Overall, he’s very supportive of what you do. He understands the struggles of being a writer, but he also adores how much of a professional you are. Would probably be a fanboy even if you two didn’t know each other (he’d buy your books in secret so that Theo doesn’t tease him; the great mystery writer who adores realism, falls in love with high fantasy books. The man would never let him see the end of it)

Masamune

Even before knowing that you actually come from the future, Masamune is extremely curious to see some of your works once he hears that you’re a writer. As someone who writes poetry, knowing that you have the same passion makes him like you even more; although your occupations are as different as they can be, he still enjoys finding a common ground with you. Sometime later, after he has already discovered about your particular situation, he’ll also come to learn about the differences between what he thought you did and what your job really is. Fundamentally the job is always the same, but the whole process and the final products are almost completely different than what he had expected.

He doesn’t know what high fantasy is, but when you do tell him about all the various genres and such, he finds himself not too weirded out by the idea; it’s very similar to popular folklore, after all.

When he asks you to tell him one of your stories, you find the perfect situation to show him a physical copy of one of your best-sellers. He’s amazed by the weird-looking book. It’s experiencedly crafted and perfectly written (that’s printing for you<3), and he curiously fidgets with it as he asks endless questions about it. Unfortunately, he can’t read anything (even if it was written in modern Japanese he’d probably be able to grasp 3 words in a whole page or smth, lol), so you find yourself narrating your stories to him. (you receive great in-depth feedback for each chapter in return!! Masamune will be 100% honest with you and takes it v seriously). It becomes a daily occurrence that neither of you wants to miss. Each night, just before bed, you read out loud part of your book as Masamune quietly listens to your every word, wholly enraptured by the story.

He’s the most supportive partner one could wish for, and he’s always ready to show your works off to everyone he knows. He’ll help you get in touch with local printers and see what he can find amongst all the imported goods to make your job easier. If you ever find yourself stuck, he’ll gladly take you on a stroll to help you get your mind off writing for a bit to come back more refreshed and inspired.

Mitsuhide

Mitsuhide is a man who mostly communicates through lies, vague descriptions or distorted realities just to confuse others. As such, he finds your writing skills and wide imagination to be quite useful and admirable. He can be a capable storyteller if needed, so you often wonder why he doesn’t try writing every once in a while.

This said, he never expected for his kitsune story to strike up a chord in you to the point you’d write a story with a character heavily based on him as the protagonist. He’s quite flattered to say the least. When you hand the finished manuscript to him as a gift, he reads it all in one night. (let's pretend he'd be able to understand ahahah...) He’s amazed by your skill and the world you managed to describe through such vivid wording, but you'll have to read between his teasing words to grasp his real feelings about the gift, although he sincerely thanks you profusely.

The novel is the first work of yours he has ever had the chance to read, so he stores it away very carefully in a corner of his room, but curiosity makes him wonder about your previous works though he doesn't directly ask you anything about them. Sure, he'll probably drop some hints here and there concerning this hidden wish of his, but that's totally up to you to understand. Sooner or later he finds two copies of some of your books in the bag in your room (it was totally accidental, he wouldn't just barge in your room and look through your things like that), and he feels like he's fallen in love all over again. There's this particular level of mastery with which you handle your words that leave him spellbound and amazed. Who would have ever thought that his little clumsy mouse was such an expert writer?

In general, Mitsuhide is the closet fanboy. He won't be as open about his love for your stories as Masamune, but he's not afraid to be direct about his feelings every once in a while, especially if you really need to hear supporting words from him. If anyone ever brings up your skills during a conversation, he'll hum in affirmation with a rare, genuine smile gracing his lips.