#but the title for the story (that i would hopefully post on wattpad) would be:

[the-down-upside-finch]

Hello Writeblr!!!

This is my first time making an intro post for something like this, so it might go through some changes but here we go

I'm Zéta (she/hers), but y'all can refer to me with either of my usernames! (My main blog is @olive-riggzey, and I'll follow people back from there because Tumblr doesn't let sideblogs do the following for some reason??)

For easy(?) access, I'll be linking all of my available stories to this page (which will also be accessible from the main page of this blog!)

Please let me know if you would like to be included on my tag list for whenever I update my stories!

Now here's a little bit about me:

My main genres are fantasy and realistic fiction, although I do love writing science fiction too!

I'm actually mostly a comic creator that likes to write novels/short stories, and I'm currently working on a comic titled "Stained Integrity" (which is what a lot of my current art that I post is from)!

My short stories are written in a different style than my longer works, since I really love writing stream-of-consciousness stories! I have multiple short stories that I am compiling into a booklet of sorts so that they can be read.

I like to let my characters write themselves, so often they take on personalities I wasn't expecting. I think this makes the experience a lot of fun, but this also sometimes makes my stories go a bit off the rails!

I write a TON of aro/ace rep! (I myself am grayro/ace)

I love writing found family tropes! I also really love writing adventure stories, stories involving pirates, dragons, and plants.

I'm a linguist, so I'm really obsessed with language in my stories! I have several fantasy languages that I have constructed, including signed languages! Here's a masterlist for all the random writing advice that I've shared through my love of linguistics.

Because I write a lot of research papers for my studies outside of writing, I have taken to a hobby of writing fantasy textbooks and whatnot that are "cited" by characters in my stories.

You can see my art condensed over here on my other social media! That's where I post art day-of after I draw things, instead of in batches like I do over here.

This is my Wattpad! I have a story updating every other Tuesday over there, as well as an experimental story that will be updating randomly!

I will happily participate in tag games and the like. And my askbox is (hopefully) going to be open indefinitely! But please do not send me chain asks (e.g., "Send this to ten people or else" asks) or tag me in posts with reblog bait (e.g., "Reblog if you ____")! These things unfortunately trigger my OCD and I'd like to avoid that. :}

Aaaand I think that's it for now! Thanks for taking the time to read this post and/or my writing! I can't wait to find more writers to chat with and read the writing of!

[kyuoki]

Hey!

I saw your recent art post about Davy and Abby, so first of all: they're very cute💕 Davy needs to be loved and I get exited whenever I see someone expressing love for him or shipping their oc or self-insert with him, there isn't a whole lot of them out there for our poor cursed man😭

Secondly, would you maybe like to share some more about your oc, like for example her backstory or how she and Davy met? I find it so interesting to learn about other people's ocs especially when they're from fandoms that I'm in as well^^

I hope you have a nice day! Also no pressure with answering the questions rightaway of course :)

Hi! <3 Sorry for the late reply. ^^"

First of all - Tysm! 💕 And I agree 100%. He needs more recognition and love, there is not much content of him so I am more than happy to be able to create it myself and share it with people who like him as much as I do.

And secondly - AAAAAAAAA! it makes me so so so happy that you are interested to hear about her. 🥰 She is my rp/original character I use in the rp I am writing with my bestie (it's still in the making). My friend is a writer and she is currently rewriting it in a form of a book/ fanfiction that we will, hopefully, post online once it's done (wattpad and maybe other platforms). For now it will be only in Polish though, but maybe one day we will try and translate it. My artworks however, have English dialouges to try and hopefully reach a wider audience. :)

The title is "Krew, seks i piraci" ("KSiP" in short) which stands for "Blood, sex and pirates" in English. The whole thing is 18+ because of violence and erotic scenes. (the title clearly indicates it.)

The book is completely fanon. We just took what the canon gave us and created our own headcanons for the PoTC characters and lore for our original characters.

As for the plot...

The story begins with two sisters living in Cornwall who come into possession of two Aztec gold coins. When the crew of the Black Pearl attacks the city, Abigail and Layla Morgan find themselves aboard Barbossa's ship, where they are forced to survive. They endure the hardships of life on the ship, while still planning and trying to escape. During one storm, Abby falls overboard and ends up aboard the Flying Dutchman as a part of his crew. She goes through a mutation after which she has shark-like teeth and gills, but her body doesn't transform completely because of the effect she has on the cursed Captain Davy Jones. She also befriends Maccus and Crash (they are her besties, her bigger brothers she can always rely on). Here the adventure divides, a clear transformation of both sisters is presented. At the same time, feelings develop both between Barbossa and Lee (Layla's nickname) and between Jones and Abby. Each sister has her own adventures, trials and tribulations. While Lee discovers her past and destiny, Abby experiences perturbations in her relationship with Jones, when the obsessed with her James Wincott (a narcissist who wants to continue Blackbeard's glory) appears. In addition, several more characters are introduced who influence the development of the plot - primarily Jack Sparrow, but also our original characters, such as Lobart (a Frenchman, Abby's 'adoptive' father, an emotional trickster with a clouded past) and Johnny the Buccaneer (an elderly hustler who hates the French). There are also other characters involved in the story. Both plot paths intertwine, striving for a common culmination and ending.

When it comes to fanfic tropes we decided to go with enemies to lovers for Lee/Barbossa and with slowburn for Abby/Jones. There are others such as agegap, height/size difference + a few other sexual themed tropes but I don't want to spoil everything.

When it comes to Abby I can say she is a great thief with a short temper and she is quite a rebellious little creature, which makes her relationship with Davy only more interesting.

Thank you so much for the ask again! I hope my answer is good enough, if you have any other questions feel free to ask.🥰

[mistresslynndramione]

Lynn’s FAQ’s

Bookbinding/Translations/Podfics: 

I’m fine with all non-profit endeavors. 

And there is a podfic of From Wiltshire, With Love up on spotify by the amazingly talented AutumnFoxWrites! Somehow she manages to do different voices/accents for all the characters and keep it up throughout the story.

https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/autumn-fox2

Where is the title of From Wiltshire, With Love from? 

It’s a play on words from the James Bond spy movie, From Russia, With Love. Malfoy Manor is located in Wiltshire.

Do you have any recs? 

Absolutely! My tumblr is chock full of recommendations and mini-reviews of underrated writers and their stories. Feel free to peruse. The Dramione subreddit also has the What Are You Reading? thread, Self-rec Sunday, the WIP Wednesday thread and the Underrated Fanfic Friday thread which are goldmines.

Where do I post? 

Archive of Our Own and Fanfiction.net, although lately I haven’t posted on ff.net. I posted FWWL on Wattpad, I don’t know if I’ll post anything else there.

What are you working on now? 

I may or may not post that third epilogue to Blackmailed. I’d like to continue Draco’s Body, for another chapter. Long fic: I’m also working on Butterfly, my evil author’s day submission. And hopefully some more fanart for friends.

Are you writing any original fiction? 

No. I love my day job and fanfiction is purely an escapist outlet for my creativity where I am beholden to no one but myself. Writing original fiction would defeat the purpose.

Hey! You make art! 

Yes, sometimes! I post here on tumblr, and I post my art on AO3 and instagram. If anyone would like to use my art for their fic or binding they are welcome to. I only ask that you credit me.

Your parents really read your smut? 

Yes. Yes they did. It was a very wholesome experience and I live blogged it! My kids also know that I write fanfiction, everyone is very supportive. It feels good not to hide my hobby! (that being said, no one at my work knows, that’s a bridge too far)

Why don’t I see you on the Room of Requirement discord? 

Because some of the authors, artists, admins and podficcers there cyberbullied me. When I spoke up about my experience on reddit, I didn’t want to name specific people and I still don’t. But I do think there’s value in warning folks off in a general sense. It’s truly appalling when adult women use their internet clout and lack of consequences to recreate the worst of middle school behavior. Like most moderated spaces, RoR has an anti-bullying policy, but the popular members behave as they choose. None of them have apologized to me or anyone else for their behavior. If you’re wondering why there isn’t much overlap between DHS and RoR, this is why. Their behavior has caused many artists, writers and readers to delete their accounts or leave the fandom. 

On to the happy stuff:

A Guide to My Fics 

Innovation, E, 18K, angry smut and snark. A short story written for @bek48 on her birthday. Full of snark, banter, sexual tension and hate sex. Skewers more than a few fandom tropes. 

Summary: Draco and Hermione make each other miserable. But they come to an arrangement eventually.

Escape From Malfoy Manor, E, 70-100K, Choose Your Own Adventure, war AU. An art/fic collaboration with @goodnight-fraublucher, @mysteriouscatstellation, @photonzeroinfinity, @efinna, @misdemeanor1331 and @bek48​

Summary: Hermione wakes up in a prison cell with no memory of how she got there. Will she make it out alive? A fic/art collab with some friends designed to make you laugh, shriek in terror, bite your nails, cringe, and ponder your life choices. With over 35 delightfully gruesome ways for our favorite protagonists to die, this is a great Halloween read.

From Wiltshire, With Love, E, 350K, spy/handler war AU

Summary: Hermione convinces Draco to spy for the Order and she becomes his handler. But what are his true motivations? Hard to say when he's still figuring that out himself.

WINNER: 2022 Top Dramione Fics on Reddit 4th Place Wartime 2nd Place BAMF!Hermione

Shivering With Antici - SAY IT! - pation, E, 20K, smut and snark, an AU in the FWWL universe

Summary: Spying for the Order is taking its toll on Draco. To cheer him up, Hermione brings him to a midnight showing of the Rocky Horror Picture Show to participate in the virgin induction ceremony. 

Draco is not amused.

Blackmailed, E, 48K, smut and snark, 7th year, a surprising plot and gut punch at the end

Summary: Draco finds out something pertaining to the war that Hermione would do anything to prevent from getting out. How far is she willing to go to protect her secret?

WINNER: 2022 Top Dramione Fics on Reddit 2nd Place Dom!Draco (but he's totally a switch here, as is Hermione)

Draco’s Body, E, 11K, demon!Draco, war AU, co-created with art from the amazing @doodleladi 

Summary: The war rages on and changed Draco into something evil.

They All Taste the Same, E, 77K vampire war AU, this one has two endings, based on Hermione’s decision to become a vampire or not. One is MCD, one is HEA. Written in 2010, finished during the pandemic.

Summary: Draco has always wanted Hermione, but a recent change has him wanting her even more.

A Dish Best Served Cold, E, 56K, 8th year, smutty, trope-busting whodunnit, my first ever fanfiction, written in 2010. 

Summary: Somebody is out to get Hermione. Draco gets caught in the middle, and doesn't mind at all!

The Gods Must Be Crazy, drabble collection for the Last Drabble Writer Standing Competition, Greek God prompts, each drabble has a different theme, plot, topic, genre. I highly recommend this competition. It’s good for meeting new friends, and improving your writing!

[seducemefanficsandheadcanons]

Tangled Destinies

In Progress I do NOT own most of the characters in this work. They belong to Michaela Laws. This story will be posted on multiple platforms. (Tumblr, Wattpad, and AO3.)

Adira was raised by her mother to become the strongest demon hunter in the realm. She has a natural ability in magic, and is typically a strong-willed individual, until she is forced to try and kill a group of innocent incubi.

There will be mental health discussions, eventual smut, and depictions of torture. Please read at your own risk.

I changed the chapter name to one I found more fitting. The title comes from a line of Mess it up by Gracie Abrams.

Chapter One~ Kicking myself with my gut in a knot

I sat in the middle of the floor, reading through the books and spells at an inhuman speed, only obtainable by magic. I turned 21 today, which should be a happy occasion. I should be out with my closest friends, getting horribly drunk, doing the most embarrassing things imaginable that I’m sure to regret, then spending tomorrow hungover and miserable. Instead, I was planning the murder of a group of incubi brothers. The thought of it made my stomach tie itself in knots. I’d observed the men for some time now, as per the request of my mother and the Angels. The men seemed kind and private, never sharing or abusing their powers. 

The men were all descendants of the demon lord, a madman who murdered and burned buildings for his own enjoyment. James, the eldest, was set to be the next ruler with 3 of his brothers in line as replacements. The youngest was born out of wedlock however, leaving him doomed for slavery and torture simply due to his existance. The boys all gathered together, and with the help of an extremely powerful warlock, all moved and started lives in the human world. They had caused no disruptions and no risk to the innocence of humans, yet I was being sent on a mission to kill the innocent men. I had fought and pleaded for the men’s lives more times than I could count, but the day had come, and there was simply nothing I could do. I would be sent to kill them with all the spells and magic I could muster, the brothers would be caught off guard, I’d hopefully (or not) be successful and live, and my family would throw an extravagant celebration of their deaths. 

I had waited for angels to intervene, threatening my mother with their involvement. That is until she informed me that the mission was assigned by one. I had no concrete proof of this, but none had come to deny the claim, not like any would. 

I sighed as I closed the book in front of me and stood up, my heart aching. As I did, I noticed my mother standing in the doorway. “This is for the best. If you don’t do this, you will never get to the status you deserve.”

I furrowed my eyebrows, knowing it wasn’t my status we were talking about. “And what would that be?” I asked with a plain, bored tone.

She walked over and placed a hand on my shoulder, a kind smile plastered on her face as if she wasn’t forcing me to try to kill someone. “You're powerful, you should be recognized as such.”

I pulled away, shaking my head. “Mother, I told you I don’t care about that. I just-” Suddenly, upon hearing her snap I felt my body tense and my throat tighten, leaving no allowance for fighting back against her spell.

“Adira, this is our life's work. Demons don’t belong here, and we must stop the ones who do. Now, I would go and do it myself if it wasn’t your special day. But believe me when I say, the job will get done one way or another, kay sweetie?” Her voice was cold and demanding, and I began to cramp from my efforts to fight back. "And if you try to stop this, I won't hesitate to kill you if it means getting you out of my way."

I could only nod as her spell slowly wore off. “You should leave now, I can’t go and watch you unfortunately, but you’ll do great.” mother said cheerfully, pulling me into a tight bear hug. I hugged her back, knowing I’d get lectured otherwise, before grabbing my jacket and belt which carried my weapons. I took a deep breath before using magic to teleport out of my living room and into a patch of woods.

I sat on a tree, watching the brothers as they trained together. I watched closely, studying their fighting styles before one of them froze. “Do you hear that?” Damien asked, his eyes showing his alarm.

The others looked at him confused, and I felt my heart drop. How had they heard me? “Someones here, watching.” He added, looking around.

“Malix?” The oldest asked, conjuring a weapon in his hand. Damien shook his head, and I felt guilt rumble in my chest. I don’t want to do this, I thought to myself. His eyes widened in panic. “Where are you?” He yelled, and the others began to form battle stances. 

I’m sorry was my final thought before I stepped out of the woods, slowly approaching the yard. Be strong, don’t let them see you falter. The one who I believed was Sam eyed the small but noticeable tattoo on my wrist, his demon aura growing. “Fucking demon hunter.” He growled.

Damien stared at me intently, and I had to remind myself not to avert my gaze. Almost too fast to process, I felt my body slam into a tree, Sam being the attacker. Shit. I summoned a spell, pushing him back but not injuring him. Maybe if I piss him off enough, he’ll kill me. The thought was sad, sure. I didn’t want to die, but I knew I’d be more content being killed then being the killer.

My thoughts were cut off though, by Sam standing up to pin me again. “WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT WITH US” He screamed, demonic undertones reverberating with each syllable. 

James ran up to us, glaring just as hard. “We have done nothing to harm anyone, so tell us.” He said with an unsettling professional voice accompanied by the same demonic undertone.

I felt fear enthrallment build in my body, but I quickly counteracted it by distracting him, using the same spell to push them back. Soon, all of the brothers were surrounding me, one holding daggers while the other was surrounded by tentacles. I considered myself strong willed,  hell I’d almost physically fought my mother to stop myself from killing the men who stared at me with murderous intent at this very moment, but I felt completely powerless. As strong and efficient as I was in magic, I could surely kill one of them at the very least. But I couldn't even bring myself to injure Sam earlier, let alone kill him. These men were innocent, and I was on a mission to murder them. I sighed, pushing the spell back again. I wanted to irritate them, make them want me dead. Hell, I can’t even say I died trying. Apparently, it was working because I felt Sam’s fist ram itself into my stomach. I eyed Damien, who instead of angry looked horrified and pale. I had numbed out at the fists, the yelling and questioning, barely noticing it all until a gun pressed up against my forehead, getting my undivided attention. 

“You have one more opportunity to explain why you have come for us, or I will not hesitate to pull this trigger.” James demanded, reinforcing the fear enthrallment which I didn’t bother to fight this time. I closed my eyes, taking in my predicament. When mother found out I’d allowed myself to get killed, she was going to bring me back to life just to kill me again. I heard the safety on the pistol click, and I drew in a breath. Out of nowhere, Damien’s voice ripped through the air. “JAMES, STOP!”

I didn’t open my eyes, nor did I release my breath. I could still feel the gun pressed against me as James spoke, his irritation evident. “What is it, Damien?”

“She wants you to kill her.” He said frantically, and I could almost feel his gaze. I heard Sam scoff. “Then we’ll give her what she wants.”

“NO!” Damien yelled again. I felt his presence bush next to me, but I kept my eyes closed. I wondered how he knew, was I that transparent? I mean, a human, magic or not, attacking a group of demons of lilith was a suicide mission. I didn’t realize I was shaking until his hands gripped one of mine. “Let’s get her inside, and I’m sure she will answer anything you need to know.”

My eyes shot open, taking in the sight around me. “Are you fucking insane? She just tried to kill us!”  Sam yelled,

Damien shook his head. “No, she could have if she wanted to. Let’s go inside.” He gestured behind him, his eyes fighting for dominance with his brother’s.

Matthew and Erik both hesitantly nodded, turning around and slowly making their way to the mansion, but the others stayed. I was no longer pinned to the tree, and I wasn’t sure how to act. I felt like I was in some kind of fever dream. I wasn’t entirely sure what was supposed to be happening, whether I was supposed to die or one of them, but I was confident that it wasn’t this. I began to worry, what if this was some kind of trick? I knew the fate that awaited me regardless. I’d leave here and inform mother that my mission was unsuccessful, she’d shame me for ruining her status in the ‘demon hunter business’ then she’d kill me. Five minutes ago I wanted to die and now that it’s going to happen at the hands of my mother, I’m freaking out. Fucking coward.

No one moved for a few minutes, but Damien broke the silence and lightly wrapped his arm around mine. “Come on, let’s get you inside. No one is going to hurt you.”

I faintly heard a grumble from Sam, something along the lines of ‘speak for yourself’ before nodding to Damien, at a complete loss for words.

[attempting-to-be-a-writer]

Hello!

I know it’s been a long time since I’ve posted anything on this blog. But I just wanted to promote a story of mine. It’s a Maze Runner OC Story being published on Wattpad titled Ephemeral. I’ve been working on this for a few weeks now and so i just wanted to promote it because i’m quite proud of it so far. The first chapter isn’t out yet but it will hopefully be out sometime this week at the rate i’m writing currently.

So if this interests you in any way please go check it out. It would mean the world to me.

[1rambuna1]

Ok. So I’ve been writing fanfiction since I first watched cartoons. I know my stuff. But…

Reading fics is also fun! So, for your entertainment, and the fact that I’m on my last braincell, this is

THE RAMBUNA GUIDE TO II FANFICS!

By yours truly, Ivy / Rambuna.

Ok. So there are lots of fandoms you can read fics about. Buuuuut. This guide is made to cover ii fanfics. So I’m sorry to anyone who was expecting anything else. I might make a sequel? I dunno.

Method one: order of operations.

Ok, so I know this sounds weird, but listen. I read Wattpad fanfics. Specifically. It is very important, because this method relies on the fact that you are reading on WATTPAD.So, using that (and TIASWL because it’s very good) visuals (hopefully) will not be needed to indicate what I mean.

Operation 1: title.

The title “Teamwork is a skill we lack” is enticing, and makes you want to click. So, that’s the first key to getting good fics. Good titles. (That’s a tip for fanfic writers too!)

Operation 2: description.

Descriptions give the story to readers. They help tell what it’s about, who the characters are, and whether or not to click. (Writers, again, take note!) Once I’ve clicked on a fic, reading the description is next. I usually don’t read books without a good description. Just a simple “I can’t write descriptions” is something that turns me away. If you can’t describe your book, how can I trust that it’ll be good? For example, TIASWL’s description gives a good tell of the main character (paintbrush), the general plot, and what the feel of the story is like. This makes you want to click to find out more.

<side note. Even one line descriptions can make people want to read. For example, Case 34’s description is just “How far would you go to do it for science?”. This is just as effective. It leaves you wondering what happens, and makes you want to read.>

Operation three: tags.

Now, we’re sidelining TIASWL here, because it’s got pretty normal tags, but this is just a tangent. If you aren’t convinced, read the tags. There might be a ship you like, or an AU that sounds cool, or anything. Tags are weird. But that’s that. There you go.

[example. I have a strange thing which I like to call “rare pairs are alright, but *insert ship name here* is in this fic!” This has happened to me multiple times, and it’s really annoying, but I’ll annoy myself for the lightbrush. And a few times I’ve actually enjoyed the fic!]

That concludes our first method. Now, our next method… in the next post. Sorry, but my fingers hurt.

[raysletters]

get to know your fanfic writer!

i have to be honest, the lovelies @14carrotghoul and @suseagull04 tagged me for this like a week ago and i have incredibly bad memory, but here i am anyway (thanks for the tag and sorry for being late lol 💀)

when did you post your first ever fanfic?

oh my god,,,,,, i think it was 2015(??

first character(s) you wrote for:

before i say this, i need to explain i was a child with a very early access to internet. also, i am, as a great mind said once, a pathological people pleaser, and my sister was a directioner,,,,,,,,, so yes ofc i wrote a fanfic about harry styles for my sister, even though i never published it, and it was just a dumb y/n story,,,,,,,, (this was like 2012). though, since harry styles is a real person and not a character like my 9yo self thought, then i assume the next one would be,,,,, damon salvatore (it was posted on wattpad and absolutely horrible, i had an hyperfixation and created an oc and everything)

main character(s) you’re currently writing for:

alex claremont-díaz, henry fox-mountchristen-windsor, beatrice fox-mountchristen-windsor, june claremont-díaz, nora holleran, and percy "pez" okonjo have all had their points of view written or worked on at some point on my docs. between that and them seeing the light of day is another thing.

character(s) you haven’t written about before but plan on writing about soon:

i- i guess, since they haven't been posted yet, bea, nora and pez will get their time to shine (soon, hopefully) on my next fics. ive also been trying to write a bit of catherine for the diabetic!henry au,,,,, but its been really hard bc its all just too close to home.

fandom(s) you’re currently writing for:

red, white & royal blue

platonic pairing(s) you currently write for:

at this moment im obsessed with writing alex interacting with both bea and pez, bc we didnt get enough of that on the book and fics always show june being besties with henry and i kinda wanted to pull an uno reverse on that trope. also, im really interested in writing some henry and nora, bc they're besties on the book that gossip about drag race and stuff,,,,, but i want to maybe dive into it a bit deeper.

romantic pairing(s) you currently write for:

firstprince and junopez, and ive already have two wips where i give bea a girlfriend,,,,,, so theres that

your top 3 tags on AO3 (if you post your works on AO3):

i literally went to my dashboard to look it up, the first one is my different alterations of the tag "not beta read", but we're not going to count that one. next we have (surprisingly to no one) "angst", "mental health issues" 💀💀, and lastly "songfic" jskssjsksjsksjsksjskswjsksjsksjsks

your current platform where you post your works:

you can find me on ao3 as raysletters

snippet of the wip you’re currently working on:

i am working on SO many wips rn bc ive been sick and that has meant being in bed and not doing shit most of the day bc it hurts to breathe sjsksjsksjsksjskssjsksjkssjsksjsjsjajkssj

here, i give yall a snippet of the musician!alex au yall saw on the wip title game (that can be alternatively called "fulfilling most of smut saturday prompts in one single fic bc i wanted to try writing smut and it quickly got out of my hands")

so, idk if this would be nsfw bc it is not the smut itself, but more like smut-adjacent narration, but still putting the break so y'all can decide if you want to read it or not

This exact moment, though? It might not only embarrass him in a very public setting, but might also make him combust and collapse from sheer lust.

The entire place is crowded to the point of asphyxiation, the fans are spinning at their limit speed on the ceiling, and Henry feels like this is probably how hell feels.

That is, if hell ever had the pleasure of getting Alexander Claremont-Díaz on his knees, making the most obscene and erotic guitar solo known to mankind, thrusting his hips to the rhythm of She by Harry Styles on his guitar while the lights focus on him; his open white shirt shows the chain he now knows contains the key to his family's home at Texas, his glistening chest and the sweat that rolls over his collarbones, his pectorals, his abdomen and then disappear on his navel behind the guitar. It makes Henry reminisce of that first video he ever saw of Alex, and can’t help but compare the performance to seeing it live after more than a year, while knowing how excited he had been at the rehearsal, jumping and moving around while refusing to practice because of his own jitters.

Of course it paid off, Alex, the bloody show-off, has the entire place entranced under his spell, not even the clients sitting on the bar stools, who had shown little interest in the performance through the night, could take their eyes off of Alex.

Henry absolutely gets it, but can't help the feeling of jealousy that courses through him. He desperately wants to drop to his knees to show Alex how marvelous he is, hoping he thrusts in his mouth like he does on his guitar.

[sattlersquarry]

libby's masterpost of tag games!!!

ok the word "masterpost" is a little dramatic. but i'm playing catch-up on all the tag games i was tagged in and forgot about until just this moment!

first up, @crappymixtape tagged me in a picrew tag game!

libby's self-portrait, 2023. to make a picrew, go here!

next up, @jadore-andor tagged me to describe my personality with 4 fictional characters. this one was so tough! but I chose:

ben wyatt, parks and rec

2. kimmy schmidt, unbreakable kimmy schmidt

3. beth march, little women

4. leo valdez, heroes of olympus

finally, @stevebabey tagged me in a wip tag game!

rules: Post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs; not titles, file names. Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to post. After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file.

the wip file names w/ a little context in blue:

BETTER THINGS (an original story, genre = romance, hopefully will become novel-length at some point)

THE VIEW BETWEEN VILLAGES: ST CHOOSE-YOUR-OWN-ADVENTURE part two, I KNOW THE END? (no creative file title here. this is part two of the view between villages. working title is "i know the end" but ehhh not sure about it, hence the question mark)

HERE'S WHAT I WANT TO HAPPEN IN ALICE 5 (planning for part 5 of my steve harrington x oc fic, "alice the amazing." the entire thing is posted on my wattpad account, liminal_faces, and i'm in the process of posting it to ao3 as well)

untitled amnesia script (an original screenplay, genre = romance, this one's on hold probably indefinitely but it still counts as a wip!)

the snippet, from wip #2:

Your eyes snap open. 

You aren’t in the guest bedroom anymore. You’re back in Steve’s room. He’s standing next to the bed, one hand on your forehead, the other curling around your wrist.

Oh my god. It was just another nightmare. That means Steve didn’t cheat on you, and there are no monsters around. 

You would feel relieved, except Steve looks really upset.

“What happened?” you say, slurring slightly from the exhaustion. 

“You weren’t waking up,” Steve says, voice shaking. He gulps and roughly rubs at his teary eyes. “I came to check on you, and you looked like you were having one of your nightmares. But when I tried to wake you up, you wouldn’t! And your pulse was so weak, I—I was afraid the weed did something to you. I’m so, so sorry. This is all my fault.”

tagging anyone who's interested to do any of these!!!

[yail0rdaestr0]

Some of my projects!

I have many, many, projects that I'm working on, but I wanted to share my current ones with you here!

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Descendent of War

This story is my personal favorite and the one that I'm currently posting on my Wattpad account!

It follows a girl who has to quickly learn not only how to take care of herself, but those around her as well as her surroundings as her kingdom falls into a heavy state of warfare.

This is a sci-fi, fantasy-esque story (personally my favorite type of genre to write) that touches on many topics such as:

Struggles with mental health and self-worth

LGBTQ+ relationships

Loss of a childhood

Struggles with sudden independence

If you're interested in reading it please check out my previous post! I'm doing my best to post every other Sunday!

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Warrior Angels

I have been working on this story my entire writing career, and let me tell you, I've changed the plot like eight times. I love this story to death, but it's been a rough ride.

This story follows a Demon prince recently kicked out by his father. He joins his father's enemy in their mission to destroy him. Little does he know, his choices hold heavier consequences then what's shown on the surface.

This story is the opposite of Descendant of War. It's a fantasy, sci-fi-esque story. It's a lot more light hearted than Descendant of War as well. Once I write a bit more for this story, I'll be sure to share more!

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False Saints

This is a newer project of mine that I work on when my other projects get a little too heavy. This story touches on heavy topics, don't get me wrong, I love delving into traumatizing topics, but it's still quite light.

The god of Time and Creation finds himself outside of his body under strange conditions. He works with close friends and an annoyingly attractive rich young man to return to his body while uncovering the mystery of how he got in that position in the first place.

Genre wise, this is the same as Warrior Angels. The characters in this story are ones that I personally enjoy developing. I hope that when I get around to posting this story my readers will enjoy the ways that I explore their character.

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Akuji Quantum

I'm still unsure about the title for this project, so for now I'm using the main character's name. This is another personal favorite of mine. I use this story to connect the past three projects I've spoken about into the same timeline and universe. I could go on and on about the plans I have not only for this project, but how all of the projects tie together as well. It would take way too long though.

Akuji's parents were found dead in a sudden house fire. Officials blame it on a freak accident during one of their experiments. Akuji finds evidence that says otherwise.

This is way more within the sci-fi genre than the fantasy genre, but I do plan on adding fantasy elements to her story. I've been working on it for over a year now and just recently redid the whole plot to fit the universe it's set in a little more. I'm very excited to see how my readers will react to the unique story I've curated.

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Thank you so much for reading my very long post about my projects! I plan on posting small excerpts from each project as I write them, so hopefully you'll stick around!

[vb-writer-guy]

Fairly late post to make three quick announcements, for those who follow me for my writing!

1. Yes, I know I took a much longer break from posting stuff to AO3 and Wattpad than I said I would. Life comes at ya fast, I don’t think I need to tell y’all that. Not going into any specifics, the point is that I’ve been pretty busy lately. Rest assured, I still found some time to work on some writing during my “break”... Most of it is stuff I don’t currently plan to publish, but still, I’ve been exercising my creative muscles. I think this exercise will contribute to more frequent and higher quality writing in the future.

2. Speaking of future writing, I have something that I plan to publish tomorrow! I’ll explain it in-depth in the post for it, but basically it’s a longer-form, on-going WIP sort of project, rather than a new short story. I still want to make and publish short-form writing going forward, this isn’t the end of that sort of content, but I figure having a bigger project to work on will give me more to post about on this blog and (hopefully) will be better for attracting new readers/followers than a large collection of mostly disconnected pieces. And, while I frankly don’t have a lot written down for this project yet, I’ve been thinking about it a lot and have a pretty good idea of what I want to do with it and where I want it to go. So, yeah, looking forward to the new series!

3. I also would like to announce that I’m going to make a series of new posts advertising all the stuff I’ve already posted to AO3 and Wattpad soon after the new project announcement! I would just reblog the old posts, but I put specific titles on them that would be confusing to see pop up multiple times on the same blog (like “First Published Story,” for example). So, I’d rather just make some newer posts with different titles that I’d be comfortable reblogging multiple times in the future. I remember reblogging a post about how important reblogging your own stuff is, and I wanna stay true to that and self-advertise without any worry or shame.

So, yeah, that’s all I wanted to talk about. Getting back to writing, posting, reblogging, etc. See ya tomorrow with the new project! Whether you make art or just follow artists, be sure to rock on and reblog often!

[wr1t1ng-d1ary]

Holding Myself Accountable: The Intro

Crazy title, right? Did I commit a crime? Where's the press? The lawyers? Is the person being shipped to court?

Judge: We are standing here today to accuse the defendent-

Me ('Defendent'): Wait, holding myself accountable doesn't make me a defendent!

No, no it doesn't. And before anyone takes it seriously, I know accountability doesn't directly tie to crime in the first place. I decided that I am going to be dramatic (as much as an introvert fangirl can be dramatic) and let you know this is what you will get into.

What I really mean with this title is that I decided it was a great time to make a blog because I want my writing journey to be meaningful. Because my writing these days hasn't gone smoothly or well and I doubt myself 24/7. And no, I don't know it happened. Yes, I know that it has happened to many people, and others being like 'So real' right now.

So here we are, me trying out blogging and hoping somewhere along the way, I meet like minded people, able to find the joy again in my writing and even if I do not publish a single thing (because I do not count posting my fanfiction in wattpad and ao3 as publishing for this, more on that later), I want the stories that have never gone away from me to be more fully realized and in this diary, as in all the thought dumping, the fear, the doubts, the WIP summaries, encouragement and validation, to simply be fully expressed. To take a journey of myself, and finding what it means to write. For myself, as writing is always for myself, for yourselves, for ourselves. In a way, I wonder if this will inspire many doubtful writers to just let it all out and have this kind of writing journey of their own~

Because I have gone through so many advice, some writing groups and a dream to be an author with a book in a bookstore. I try, have made 9 WIPs with 3 of them being in second draft phase and not a lot of confidence. I doubt myself every time I write. First drafts are where I free flow and even then, everytime I double space to write scraps of scenes, the ocassional note and outline and character sheet, I wonder about realism, boring, uninspired and etc. If anyone has the same doubts and know this is in your head, I wonder what reading this makes you feel. Hopefully grateful that there are the same people like you because really, we are not alone and maybe in blogging this, I also hope I would be less alone in this writing journey.

As you can see from this intro so far, it's very messy, isn't it? And maybe the tags are not really doing it justice by now but I'm just a two bit writer who's just letting the words flow out from the keyboard, trying to find a joy and confidence of words just appearing on the screen without any doubt and the freedom of it all. In other words, it's the first thought dump of this blog. And I will probably have a lot of thought dumps, about writing in general, my WIPs, my purpose of existence in writing, about the dreams of being published and my pessimism over it, or that writing for myself and letting it stay a hobby and just having fun... Yeah, I will have a lot of those. As of what purpose, it's so that I know this is shared to the world and with the world as my witness, I can... well, maybe be grounded on my writing because I never planned to give up but self-doubting makes me feel lousy, right? Not a lot of people would even see this two-bit blog, so honestly, I'm just doing it for the process of it and the delusional result that will only come when I least expect it. Whatever that means is up to your interpretation.

Getting back on track before this gets too long, I will post a few more blogs down the line so you know who I am as a writer, mostly texts like this because I can't do much with photos and videos since I just write and can't draw well for the life of me. I might not be funny, this might be boring but it means something to me. If you think it means something, why not comment and tell me your own thoughts about writing journeys you have?

So what other diary posts should you expect from here on?

-The WIP summaries - I have a ton in my notebook but the ones made most real are the ones that I have started writing in the computer so to hold myself accountable that they will be finished, be it a year or a decade (hopefully not that long, god no coz of my impatience but seriously...).

-Snippets of my writing journey with catchy titles, and possible skits? If I believe in my subjective humor to move you masses. From the past as reflection, present so I know wtf I am doing and not lose sight of that, and future so maybe my dreams will come true. And if not, then maybe my dream has already come true. Matter of perspective, baby.

-Writing Advice Yeah, no. I understand where people are coming from with writing advice but they also stress me out. I don't disrepect advice because it's not like they don't work, but the thing is that we all have our own writing journey, sensitivity to criticism and how we view writing as, with professionalism or for fun. With that in mind, even if people do ask for advice which I doubt, I'm already using this warning label:

What I have experienced comes from my own journey and should be followed at your own risk because if that doesn't work for you, that means opinions aren't always worth a damn and that as your own person, you just mish mash until you find what's best for you. With best of luck.

If you find this particular warning label funny, then I am subjectively humourous after all. If not, then 'who cares what you think?' said by a genius that really needs to worm their way into my mind so I can actually think like that. Since this feels all like hypocrisy, take this genuinely if it felt genuine enough or with a grain of salt if there's a lot of BS going on.

-Give Me Motivation: I'm still trying to find out what it means between inspiration and motivation but is this kind of blog post a kind of scream for help? Yes, and no? Because this is where I hypnotise myself into actually having motivation and believing if I can write one post, then I can write anything and the rest of you make sure the hypnotisation sticks (if I ever have like minded people who comment in these blogs)

-Writing Fears: Because boy, do I have a lot and boy will I ever need them resolved. These days, I am facing a frozen fear that just barks at me for going to another tab and procrasinating in my writing and that my brain has this nice little idea but writing it, it spirals and well... that's what my fear basically is. A lot of jumble that makes zero sense. But realizing the fears, putting them into words and maybe laughing at them (where people who are kind enough to hold me accountable for this will say why this is funny and not serious and that no one is making fun of it when they are laughing)... maybe I will overcome them.

In any case, I honestly don't know what other posts I will write or how consistent this writing diary is or where it's going to go. All I know is that I suddenly want to blog, maybe because others have with bookstagram and whatnot but because I suck at pictures and reels and etc, this will do for now. One thing that had stuck to me is that 'sometimes you just have to get out your own way' and I feel that at the bottom of my heart. People making bookstagrams and just being relatable writers, growing a community and plain old growing with their own writing journeys, I just hope that in this blog, I can write everything down, get out of my own way and find meaning within myself about what writing is and can be for me. I wonder if everyone else has done that, is doing that, or will start soon.

In any case, may our writing journeys have the meaning that we eventually come to understand.

[velvetkissses]

Title: Puppy Eyes - Anything To Get Friends

Relationship(s): Kitty Drage (CCE S/I) & Gary S/mith

Notes: I never posted the second chapter to this story, whoops, anyways here it is, I also posted it on Wattpad a long ass time ago, here's the link for that. anyways I'm also gonna add the next parts as well, gimme a few minutes. anyways I'm also gonna add the next parts as well, gimme a few minutes.

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The bright lights of the sun shone through the window of Kitty's dorm and onto them, making them moan in annoyance. They rolled over, and hugged the covers closer to their body. The small alarm clock on Kitty's bedside table lightly rang and they accidentally hit it so it fell onto the floor. The ringing noise stung their ears and Kitty rolled out of their comfortable embrace by the covers and onto the floor, laughing to themselves. They grabbed the clock off the floor and turned it off. They put it down back onto the beside table and got up onto their knees. They stretched out quickly before yawning.

They sat and stretched out to be the cat yoga position, that their aunt Joni had taught them a year prior. They then got up and walked over to the blinds and closed them, shutting the sun out. "I can feel today will be a great day!" They spoke to themselves and as they walked to their wardrobe, where they had put all their clothes inside, including their new uniform. Kitty imagined a nice tune from a song that made them happy play and danced around, while grabbing their uniform. The white shirt framed their body nicely, as they admired themselves in the mirror they had carefully placed upon the wall the day before, after they had gotten to their dorm. After their introduction to the.. semi-nice Gary, who they had already began considering a somewhat possible friend.

Outside of their dorm, they could hear someone talking, but not getting a response, which confused Kitty. They inched closer to the door and opened it, staring at the person speaking, who was presumably speaking to someone behind the door they were facing. "Mandy, come on! I really need those papers!"

"Uh hi, do you need help with anything?" The girl jumped and turned to Kitty, who had a patient smile on their lips. "Oh! It's Mandy, she took something from me. Again." Kitty made a O shape with their mouth, as they nodded in understandment, although they didn't know the Mandy girl was speaking about. "Oh, well hopefully she returns it!" Kitty said, trying to lighten the mood, sending a small smile towards the girl. "I highly doubt it.."

There was an awkward silence between the two and Kitty rubbed their arm, before speaking again. "I don't know Mandy, frankly I don't know many people here, but if you could need help getting whatever she took from you back, I'm always up for a quest!" Kitty cheerfully explained, a smile embroidered on their lips. The girl returned the smile, but looked more shy. "Oh uh, thank you. I really appreciate that.. Uhm, what's your name?"

Realizing they hadn't introduced themselves, they shook their head and raised their hand for the girl in front of them to shake it, they introduced themselves as Kitty. "I'm Beatrice. If you ever want to, I could introduce you to some of my friends sometime." She added, and Kitty gave a light nod, and told her how that sounded wonderful. The two said their goodbyes and parted ways, Kitty heading back to their dorm to quickly pack a small bag with a cat inspired appearance with school supplies, like a pencil case and a notebook. They thought to themselves for a second before wondering if they possibly shared any classes with either Gary or Beatrice, who they hoped to possibly get to know better in the future.

Kitty quickly walked to the entrance and exited, and started to look for a specific guy with a undercut and a strange scar over his eyes. Kitty was thinking of check in the boys dorm, but decided against it, assuming it would be forbidden and against a rule or something, and would rather look around the huge campus. Kitty noticed a strange, extremely short brown haircut and a familiar green vest they had seen the day before, who was heading towards the huge building in the middle of the campus. Kitty jogged over and tapped their shoulder, and they turned around, revealing it to be... Gary! "Uh hi! G-Gary.. That's your name, right?"

The masculine person nodded and Kitty silently let out a sigh of relief that they had remembered his name. "So did you need anything, dweeb?" He asked them, entering the main entrance, Kitty following him. "Uh, nothing in particular, just wanted to see how you were doing, after that fight from yesterday." They spoke softly, sending him a smile, and Gary returned the gesture, but sent a smirk instead. "I'm fine, how about you? Wouldn't be surprised if you got brain damage by how harder you hit the ground." He laughed, and Kitty gave a light shrug. "My head is fine.. I think."

When the two were walking around, Kitty recognized two of the bullies who had beat them both up. Kitty tapped Gary's shoulder and asked what their names were. «Troy Miller and Ethan Robinson. Goons of Russell Northrop, the biggest meathead in all of school.» Kitty nodded, mostly to themselves at the description, and listened to Gary explaining what seemed to be the hierarchy system of the school. "Non-cliques are the bottom dwellers, and Nerds come right after. I would suggest you join a clique, but you don't seem to fit into any of them." He said, making Kitty tilt their head to the side, like a puppy. "Why's that?"

Gary looked them up and down and Kitty suddenly felt extremely exposed and uncomfortable, giving him a strange look. "Not 'badass' enough to join the greasers, not weird enough to join the nerds, not pretty or athletic enough to join the jocks, and you look.." He stopped speaking, staring a little too long at their outfit and Kitty hffed. "Poor." He added, sending them a tight-lipped smile, looking somewhat bored.

Kitty was slightly offended at all the comments, but stayed silent about it. "Well, you aren't apart of any cliques, are you?" They asked, a small bit scared that he would inform them he was actually apart of a clique, or possibly way higher in the hierarchy system, higher than he seemed to be at least. He stayed in silence for a few seconds before shaking his head, looking annoyed at their question. "I'm too good to be in a clique. I don't need friends, they're for the weak."

Hearing his statement about not needing friends, Kitty froze up and sent a strange expression to him, that Gary couldn't read. "Å." Kitty spoke, their voice slightly shaking, and just as Gary heard their words, a bell rung and had seemed to save them. "Well, uh I gotta go, I have.. Uh, Physical Education, I think." And before Gary could respond, they were off, although Gary was pretty sure they didn't know where the gym was.

Gym class went quickly by and Kitty couldn't be more relieved that they didn't have to participate, because of some weird misogynistic teacher's ideals, but was still a bit mad at any other girls' behalf, who possibly wanted to participate in gym class, and play against the boys. They were still a bit off because of Gary's comment, but just thought he phrased it wrong and decided to try and find him, to possibly see if he really didn't want friends, by maybe rejecting their offer to hang around him for the free period they had.

After a few minutes of searching, they found him on the way towards the entrance gates, that were open. "Gary, hi." They spoke softly, and he turned to them and raised his eyebrows at them. "So, you didn't get killed in Gym class. Impressive." He commented, making them flush. "Yeah.. I didn't, I guess. Uh, irrelevant to what you just said but can I hang out with you?" They asked, and earned a strange look by him, before he seemed to smirk and nod, in an excited manner. "You could've explored Bullworth or tried finding new friends, but you wanted to hang out with me. I'm honored." His words confused Kitty, as they should've sounded like he was happy, but he sounded.. the opposite, and rather bored.

The shorter of the two nodded sluggishly to themself, before turning back to Gary. "Oh, alrighty then.. So uhm, where are you heading?" The taller turned to them, and gave a slight shrug, along with a small smirk, that hung on his lips. "I'm not eating in the cafeteria. Edna's food tastes like ass." Gary shuddered at the thought of the lady's food, not wanting to even go in there. "Plus, with your luck, you would most likely just get assaulted by Russell's boneheads if you even tried to enter the cafeteria." He laughed, as Kitty nervously shuffled after him. They asked where they were going to eat instead then, and Gary just silently dragged them to a bus stop outside the gates.

They got on and Gary payed for both their tickets, which Kitty was grateful for, but slightly confused about, and thinking about his comment about them looking poor. They decided to stay quiet about it and sent him a small smile, which he didn't return. Soon the bus stopped at a bus stop in the other town, where Kitty remembered that their aunt, uncle and cousin lived in, and definitely not where Bullworth was, but super close.

In silence, he lead them to a Cafe or something, where several adults and a few strangely neatly dressed teenagers were giving them strange looks before going on about their own business. A waitress came by and asked for their orders, and Kitty just told them they would like some water, earning a strange look by Gary. Once the waitress had taken Gary's order and walked off, Kitty just explained they weren't that hungry, before trying to change the subject.

"I met this nice girl, Beatrice, in the girls' dorm," Kitty rambled, not noticing how Gary was not listening, jotting things down on a small notepad. "She said she could introduce me to her friends!" They grinned, then going on about their class, as their words were processing through Gary's mind. «Do not tell me that you befriended one of the Nerds.» Kitty turned quiet, an embarrassed expression on their face. Bright pink cheeks and averting eye contact, Gary sighed before grabbing their wrist. «I guess we could make do of that alliance.» A perplexed expression fell upon Kitty's features, although Gary didn't notice that as he had turned back to his notes, muttering plans for him and his possible new partner in crime to pull.

"Alliance? What for? Do you guys have like alliances in like gym class or something?" Kitty asked, leaning their head on their arm as Gary gave them a light smirk. He shook his head and stayed silently, looking off into the distance, as Kitty continued to question him about, but not receiving an answer. "Oh, so we're like uh, Jim Pickens and Turg from that one show! The Sicks, or The Simmons.." They trailed off, holding their chin and stroking an imaginary mustache. Gary gave them a weird expression before getting up and leaving, as Kitty yelled for him to not go yet, as they just remembered the name of the show.

Possibly Gary considered them a friend? Kitty wasn't sure, but Gary didn't seem to try and push them away, so maybe the two could be the bestest of friends. Or maybe not.

[cofe-doodles]

New AU✨

A little snippet of the AU under the cut :D

Roman is usually a well-behaved kid, but when his parents separated him and his brother (sending Remus away to a boarding school to 'fix' him) Roman starts to rebel. Eventually, his mother and father see him as a carbon-copy of Remus and decided to send him away too.

Roman isn't happy but he is glad to see his brother again.

In this journey of him trying to break out of Westwood Boarding School of Discipline and Manners he comes across some of the students there: Patton, Logan, Janus and Virgil.

Explanation of the comic:

Roman had confessed to Virgil about his romantic feelings for him, but didn't know that Virgil had his hearing aids turned off.

More information:

Virgil is deaf, he likes to turn his hearing aid off whenever he finds it unnecessary or when he doesn't feel like talking to people

Roman doesn't know that Virgil is deaf earlier on in the story and just thinks that the emo ignores him

Roman - when he finally finds out of Virgil's condition - still often forgets about it

He would talk even though Virgil has his hearing aid off and would have to repeat his story when the emo would inform him that he didn't hear anything Roman had said

It pisses him off

Especially when Virgil would wait until he finished telling his story

[fa-headhoncho]

Untitled TFATWS Fic: Part 1

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Prompt/Background: After turning yourself in to the government following the events of CA:TWS, they lock you up for the crimes you committed during your time at Hydra. Spending years there until Captain America got you on parole during the blip to help fight Thanos. Now, after doing community service acts and helping the broken society, when they give the new Captain America the shield, you’re thrown back into a life you didn’t want.

Word Count: 1871 (ahaha, yea)

Reader: Female

Warning: parole officers might be triggering??? idk

Author’s Note: I’ve decided to end my 141 part Wattpad Sebastian Stan imagine book and post on Tumblr instead :’), a happy day. Also, I’M SORRY THAT I LIKE SLOW BURN SERIES OK? Schedule for this series is every Thursday. ALSO IF YOU HAVE TITLE IDEAS FOR THIS SERIES, LMK! PLEASE

Masterlist

Part 2  Part 3  Part 4

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The sound of your heels echoed throughout the dimly lit room as you make your way through the exhibit. The walls take you back in time, reading how Captain America came to be and all his past accomplishments. They even updated from the last time you were here, documenting the events on the Blip.

You didn’t even know where you were going, absently letting your emotions and feet lead to where it felt you needed to be.

“For a former spy, you’re not really good at sneaking up on someone.” Rhodes’ voice greets you once you open up the curtain to a different area. A small smile sneaks its way across your face seeing the two men in front of you.

“Bit out of practice.” You spit back, walking towards them. “It’s nice to see you again, Rhodie.” You open your arms out to him and he gladly takes the hug. “Hopefully life’s been treatin’ you well.”

“For the most part,” He chuckles out while pulling away from the embrace. You move on to the other man, him happily wrapping his arms around your waist as you wrap yours around his shoulders.

Sam lets out a breath into the crook of your neck before pulling back. “You doing okay?” You ask, looking at his face for any sign of emotion. He nods but there was something in his eye that told otherwise.

You open your mouth to push him for the real answer but Rhodes cuts you off, “Well, I have to get going. It was good seeing you, (Y/L/N), hopefully, we work together soon. Remember what I said, Sam.” With that, he leaves the room to leave you and Sam alone.

The room fills with silence as the two of you turn to the iconic suit and shield in front of you. You try to watch Sam from the corner of your eye but he just stands with his back straight and his eyes forward.

“You know, I’m sure Steve would understand.” You decide to say, clasping your hands in front of you. “I didn’t become as close as you did, but from my time with him during the Blip, he tried his best to help everyone. He had a lot of responsibilities and issues of his own along with having a whole country looking up to him... 

“It was a lot… he opened to me about it one night before… you know.” You admit which makes him finally look at you. “He told me what he was going to do and all I could do is support him… I asked him what he was going to do with the mantle and he said give it to you.” Turning your head, you make eye contact with him. “I asked him if he was sure.”

He lets out a snort at that, shaking his head at you. “Really gotta do me like that?” He wipes his hand across his face then stuffs his hand in his pockets as he turns to face you. “I thought we were having a nice bonding moment and then you had to drop me like that?”

You can’t help the giggle that escapes your lips at his whining. “I’m being serious, Sam, stop.” You hit him on the shoulder. “He said there was no doubt in his mind that you do what needed to be done with the shield. He trusted you and your judgment, Falcon.” You emphasize his hero name which he just rolls his eyes at you.

“Yea, I’m sure he did.” He smiles and then changes the subject, “How’s parole treatin’ ya, still got the collar on?” He gestures to your ankle causing you to lift your dress pant leg, flashing the electric bracelet around your ankle. He lets out a hearty chuckle at it. “Still can’t believe that they have you on a leash.”

“Price you gotta pay for freedom.” You shrug and drop the cloth. There’s a beat of silence between the two of you, both of you taking a glance back at the exhibit and the shield.

“Have you talked with Bucky recently?”

“No, I was going to ask you.” Your heart sinks at the realization. “We’ve been texting a bit but I haven’t seen him since I spent the weekend with him a couple of weeks ago.” You shyly admit and look down at your feet.

“Weekend, huh?”

“Shut it, Sam.” You knock your foot against his. “We didn’t do anything, he doesn’t like me like that. Plus, he wouldn’t even let me spend the night. I had to go to a hotel, he sleeps on the floor, Sam! I’m worried about him.” It took weeks for you to convince him to let you come over and you finally knew why when you step into his apartment. It made your heart sink, it looked like if a Hydra cell got a remodel. “He has two chairs and a tv.”

“Living modestly I see.” He snorts out, covering up whatever he was actually thinking. It’s now your turn to roll your eyes at him, frustrated that he isn’t willing to talk about this. “Hey, he’s still figuring stuff out, okay? He just got all his memories back and he’s still working on living with his past. You should know better than I do to give him time.” His tone is soft as he lightly scolds you. You hang your head at his words, knowing he’s right.

It took some time for you to come to terms with your past when you turned yourself in after Hydra and SHIELD fell. You took accountability for your actions during your years at Hydra and spent a few years in jail before Steve took action to help you get on parole. That didn’t mean you weren’t fully recovered.

“When are you joining me on the field, anyway?” Sam changes the topic noticing how you went silent and your eyes looked past him. “I could use you on some of my recon missions.” 

A large smile forms on your face at the mention of your parole. “A couple more check-ins and I’m good, I think.” You excitedly inform, “They actually want to talk to me about something, and then it’s the last three months. Saving the world made my good behavior skyrocket.”

“I’m sure it did.” He smiles, “Well, let me know what happens. I’m heading down to Louisiana soon and my sisters want to meet you. She heard about your work with the soup kitchens in New York and she wanted some insight.”

“Really? Give her my number, you know I’d be happy to talk with her. I’ve been thinking about trying to get my officer to convince the big guys to expand my tracking radar so I reach out more.” You start to ramble about the ideas you’ve been having for more community service actions. During the blip, Steve got you into volunteer work and it sparked something inside of you. He said it might give you a new purpose and he couldn’t have been more right.

The two of you spend the rest of the day together, catching up on everything that’s been going on. You didn’t realize how much you missed his snarky comments and banter until he smothered you in it, “making up for lost time”, he said. He continues the bullying by texting back and forth for the next few days.

It was nice to have a friend after everything that happened over the last few years. Steve and Nat were gone so the friendships you built up during the blip were just a memory now. Yea, Bucky and you were friends but it was a bit more complicated than that.

It’s a few weeks after that and they’ve already named some prick the new Captain America. You were frustrated at Sam but you realized that he couldn’t have known that this was going to happen. Especially since when you reached out to him and he was more furious than you were. Bucky was a whole other story. When the press conference aired, he immediately called you and went off about Sam. You couldn’t offer answers so you just told him to talk to him about it. This didn’t involve you.

Now, you were sat at some random government office in DC. You were beyond nervous, leg bouncing and fingers tapping. Kevin, your sweet parole officer, had called you in for an emergency meeting. He didn’t mention anything about the content of it but he assured you not to worry. It didn’t help, though, your mind was scrambling trying to think of anything you could’ve done to break your parole or anywhere you could’ve gone that went outside your tracking radar.

“(Y/L/N)?” The familiar voice echoes through the lobby makes your head snap up. Kevin, your knight in a cashmere sweater, stands there with his hands in his pants pockets. He nods his head, gesturing for you to follow him.

He leads you down a long hallway, stopping at the end of it and holding the door open for you. You send him a grateful smile before entering the office. It was very different from his usual office. The tall windows lined the wall from floor to ceiling, making the already large room feel even more spacious. It was a bit unsettling compared to his close-knit office space located in an old house on the outskirts of DC.

Kevin moves you two to the large conference table on the other side of the room, having you sit before he does. He takes the chair at the head of the table, sighing as he opens the folder and takes a few papers out.

“Sign these.” He slides them over to you but you furrow your eyebrows in response.

“What’s going on?”

“You’re being released.” He announces, leaning back in his chair with a tight-lipped smile on his face. Your jaw drops and your heart picks up but you can’t help but question it. You quickly compose yourself and look down at the papers.

“Isn’t it a bit too early?” You ask while briefly scanning the papers. “I still have two months left, not that I’m not grateful but where is this coming from?” This was happening too suddenly, Kevin was good with warning you about the activities that go on behind the scenes of your parole and he didn’t even mention the thought of an early release.

The brunette man lets out a sigh, running his hair through his long hair. He then leans his elbows on the table with his head propped up on his palms, he opens his mouth to answer but is cut off by the office door opening.

The new Captain America and his sidekick come waltzing in, a few of his goons following as well. He didn’t need the uniform or shield for you to recognize him since his face has been plastered on every channel since they came forward with him. He’s all everyone could talk about.

“He released you.” You barely hear Kevin as your mind goes into spirals. What the hell did this guy want? Why is he even here? What the hell did he want with you?

[theroyalthornoliachronicles]

Get to know me

I was tagged by the loveliest @simstomaggie to answer such questions. Hopefully you all won’t consider me an old lady or worse when you read my answers. 😅

Rules: Tag 9 people you would like to get to know/catch up with.

Last Song: In terms of the last song I heard, that would have to be the last song I just performed. As of writing this, I just finished performing in the chorus of tonight’s production of Tosca.

Anyone who is interested in hearing the piece, you can listen here.

Last Show: I just finished Belgravia the other day in one sitting (not that there were many episodes of it to begin with). As of lately I do not have the attention span for anything new, so it was a shock when I found myself so invested (the costumes probably helped, not gonna lie 😂).

Currently Watching/Listening To: I’m currently listening to the waltz I discovered/used in my latest scene (you can find the link to the waltz in said post), titled Expectation.

Currently Reading: Well, in the last week alone I re-read the entire Harry Potter Series. Well…I say a week but it was actually in four days…🙈

I’m also currently re-reading a series I found on Wattpad called “The Season”. It’s an incredible read, and has helped inspire me to rewrite so much of my own season posts!

Current Obsession/Hyper Fixation: It’s currently a toss up between Oliver and Eleanor’s childhood years, and Thalian history (aka pre-Thornolia). I’m always in story mode these days.

I'm tagging…..

No one!

If you wish to take part, go ahead! Have fun!

[selfwriting-sugarquills]

PSA: Tracking down stolen work:

As you all probably are aware, people have found their work has been stolen by user @palomazuniga on Wattpad in a book titled “Fred and George Weasley (Imagines and one shots)” Several writers, including @harrysweasleys and more have had their work taken and reuploaded without consent or awareness that this was happening. I’m really happy that the writers involved are reaching out to the person doing this in order to, hopefully, get credit - or even better - get the work taken down, but I wanted to find the other writers and give credit where it’s due. I’ll also be commenting these on the stolen work on wattpad obviously but I figured I’d make a post here with links and credit to the original authors of the work. If there are any I cannot find, I expect you all to asume that it most certainly does NOT belong to Palomazuniga. 

So far I’ve found (and I’m doing this in the order they’re posted in the stolen work): 

Detention Blues - by MadameInserts on Deviantart  

Mistletoe in spring by @weasleyimaginewheezes 

Rain check? by @potter-imagines 

PDA by @blog-of-a-multitude-of-fandoms 

Stay here by @weasley-imagines 

Moon and back by @blog-of-a-multitude-of-fandoms​

Jumper wars by @d31m1

Troubled thoughts by @lupinlongbottom

My promise by @weasley-imagines 

Cuddling with George would include - by @writings-of-a-british-fangirl

Here by @potterlyimagines

Wake up, love by @imagine-x-everything

Cuddling by @fredisababe 

Thunderstorm by @weasley-imagines

Comfort by PrincessPrankster on Deviantart 

Not too bad by @potter-imagines 

Forgiveness by @blog-of-a-multitude-of-fandoms

Sappy dates by @potter-imagines

Sweater Weather by @roonilwazlibimagines

I need you to kiss it better by @roonilwazlibimagines

Christmas fun by @weasley-imagines 

Eiffel tower by @potter-imagines

Jealous boyfriend by @potter-imagines

The proposal (engaged on wattpad) - @geminio-weasley-imagines

You lied to me by @hpimaginethat

Red thread by @peachyypotterarchive 

Late night cuddling by @potter-imagines

Endlessly by Miss-Union-Jack on Deviantart 

Christmas lights and sweet memories - unknown 

The proposal by @eleven-times-lively 

Picnic on the pitch by @eleven-times-lively

Moving in by @eleven-times-lively

In sickness, in health by @weasleyimaginewheezes

Perfect by @megslangley02

The proposal by AnnaeJD on Ao3 

Tickle fights by @megslangley02 

Christmas morning by @fandomsfeelsandfanfics

Home - unknown 

Ring by @saunteredvaguelydownward 

Never leave your side by @potter-imagines

I’m sorry by @potter-imagines

Stay here all day by @imagining-potter

Safe and sound by @weasleyimaginewheezes

Bedridden boyfriend by @fredisababe

Never alone by @weasleyimaginewheezes 

detention with the toad by @always-oneshots

View by unknown 

snow day by @thoseofgreatambition

sleight of hand by @lupinlongbottom

It’s my fault by @weasley-imagines

engagement judgement by @imaginethatalena

There’s that smile by @accio-imagines

Naptime by @thoseofgreatambition

Christmas magic by @accio-imagines

Hope by unkown 

Scaring you by @fallern618

Eye on the prize by @lupinlongbottom 

My felix felicis by @randomfandomimagine

If you die, I’m going to kill you by @hpimaginethat

together by unknown 

night to remember by @potter-imagines

Not without you by unknown 

Christmas with the Weasleys by @immortal-imagines 

Torture by @imagines-for-the-fangirls-soul

The right time by @mrsssiriusblack

Please don’t hurt her by @fredisababe 

Gifts by @acromantulla

I’ll protect you by @randomfandomimagine 

Before I leave by @fandomsfeelsandfanfics

The daughter of Sirius Black by @fandomsfeelsandfanfics 

Fire by @accio-imagines 

I love you too much by @imaginesfromthewizardingworld

Secret relationship by @weasley-imagines

The burrow by @imagines-for-the-fangirls-soul

The war by unknown 

Fred being an absolute pain by @freddieweasleywashere 

You want to marry me? by @weasley-kings 

Rescued by @rillyroo 

Fred being a third wheel by @thoseofgreatambition 

Beater’s worst nightmare by @the-weasleys-girl

almost (insults on wattpad) by @pufflyhallows

Foul play by @weasley-kings 

And to the stars we go by @harrysweasleys (Since Alexa is well aware of the situation I won’t spam her with tags but note that several of her works were stolen) 

Maybe some day (parts 1+2) by @weasleyimaginewheezes

Stars by @imobsessedwithtoomanyfandoms 

Well. This is certainly not how I imagined spending my morning, but here we are. I know this is a long post. Some of the authors who have been tagged here may even already know that their work has been taken. My hopes in making this post are that the authors mentioned here will take action on their own with the knowledge that the writing community here will back them up every step of the way. I hope that this person (whom I assume is either a child or a very childish person) takes the work down or at the least comes clean about stealing the stories. It breaks my heart to know that this “book” has been raking in readers, comments etc with this person taking credit meanwhile the actual writers who put in the hours of writing, editing and publishing have no idea. I’m hoping this also serves as a sort of fic rec list where you can all go and read/re-read these stories and give the original authors some love. God knows they deserve it!

 I’ll be making a tiktok and tagging some people who make weasley related content in order to maybe spread some more awareness there since the majority of people on weasley tiktok seem to prefer wattpad over tumblr (only god knows why but that’s their fish to fry)