#daydream fic meme

[arcanegifs]

[everythingseasoning]

Nobody talks about that forlorn feeling when you’re in the kitchen and Suguru Geto isn’t next to you heating up the pan as you cut the bell peppers 😔

[i-will-write]

[ziskandra]

👀

Here, have a snippet of what is the most coherent continuous prose I have written in the Orsino Lives verse this year. I was previously noodling with an Absolution-era fic dealing with the ramifications of Meredith's return, but with the announcement of Veilguard I decided to explore Orsino joining the Inquisition instead. ***

Cullen felt like he was about to vomit. That being said, he’d been feeling that way since what had happened to Meredith, since the Qunari uprising, since he’d arrived in Kirkwall, ever since the Blight.

This time, however, it was a little more urgent; this time, he actually felt as though he might actually throw up.

The boat bobbed beneath them and the lady Seeker—Cassandra, that was her name—eyed him and Orsino distrustfully.

She and Orsino had been talking for the most part, with Cullen making the most of things, but mostly trying to keep down his dinner.

“Was it really just the two of you?” she asked again.

“At this point I am beginning to think you speak simply to be heard—“ started Orsino. Desperate to avoid a lengthy lecture, Cullen interrupted.

[merge-conflict]

word search tag game

Tagged by @wanderingaldecaldo Couldn't resist turning this one around quickly - I love doing these because I get to search not one but two badly organized scrivener projects and then try to remember what the hell I was working on and how long ago.

Anyway, content warning for some suggestive/sexual content under the cut, but nothing explicit.

privacy (I used to carry you home)

For two weeks [V] had been waiting for this moment, and it took a considerable amount of self control not to bare her teeth in the elevator and unsettle the other occupants any more than they already were. There was a gentle warning pulsing in her notifications, advising her to avoid unnecessary stress. She practiced her box breathing until the car slid to a stop on her floor and she exited into a cloud of frantic misery so thick it made her teeth itch. Oh how she had missed this!

Everything was falling into place at once, her limbs strong and steady, her head clear, and anticipation fluttering in her lungs. Johnny would have hated the bold clean lines of the architecture, the cramped conference rooms, the cubicles that gave not a single pretext of privacy– but she was so glad to see it she could have cried. There were plenty of threats here, to be sure, but she knew the shape of all of them, and if she was going to cheat death she wanted to do it somewhere climate-controlled. She cut through the atrium like a blade through water, drawing attention in her wake without turning to see it.

claim (old WIP)

Let Abernathy watch as V took him, played with him, staked her claim. Perhaps it would finally wipe the superior smile from her face as V interlaced her fingers with his, responding to his warning with vigor that would take him right over the edge. Surely she could not contain herself when he pulled V into his lap, kissed her deeply, submitted himself to her good-natured teasing–

“Takemura?”

Abernathy was looking at him now, one eyebrow raised. Someone must have asked him a question, and he wasn’t entirely sure who it had been. He avoided looking at V.

“Forgive me, Director,” he said, unhurriedly. “My attention was on another matter.”

It was embarrassing in the extreme, to have been caught out in a childish daydream, and unforgivably rude to have lost focus during a meeting he was nominally a part of. But his colleagues seemed ready to believe he had been fielding some important request, and he saw no reason to correct the assumption.

suspicion (old WIP)

The meeting started late, as it usually did, as it followed some other weekly meeting for the operational managers which was held three floors away. [Goro] had a suspicion Abernathy had planned it that way on purpose, so that most of her reports were left scrambling, entering a meeting with their department head left waiting. Sometimes she liked to single them out as they came in, throwing them directly into the spotlight to begin.

But it had been a quiet week, and Abernathy seemed to be in a good mood. There was plenty of old business to discuss, none of it requiring his direct attention. His presence, like the increased security within all levels of the tower, was as much a reminder to keep in line, as it was anything else. CounterIntel had one of the lowest turnover rates of any local department, but as Hanako-sama had reminded him, that was not necessarily an indication of loyalty. The skills they used to foil and track Arasaka’s enemies could just as easily be turned against the company.

V spoke very little in the meeting, except to prompt for clarification, a talent she sometimes wielded brutally– backing reluctant execs into a corner until they admitted their failures. Less frequently she would call attention to an idea, unfolding it to be put on display, giving praise without ever uttering a compliment. She was, as she had told him, Abernathy’s right hand– a role which seemed to primarily consist of controlling the flow of the meeting, as Abernathy herself remained distant until her judgment or direction was required. It was a far cry from their internal meetings, where the two fought as often as they agreed, and V had pitched most of the plans that Abernathy spoke about as if they were her own.

flush (when her edges soften)

There was an intermission before the next pair came out, and V got up without speaking to [Johnny], leaving only her jacket as a thin sort of reassurance that she’d be back. He drained his drink and wondered whether he should be concerned about whatever shit she had planned. All he could think about was her chasing down his sloppy seconds. Fuck. He’d just start to think he’d let her make the next move, and then she’d say something like that. If whatever fucked mind game she was playing wasn’t the most fun he’d had in ages he might have taken a swing at her himself to start.

“You keep drinking like that, you're going to go soft.” V pulled her chair out, so that it was no longer flush with his own, leaving half his right leg hanging over the edge.

chords/chord

none!

There's a lot of folks tagged in this already, so I don't want to overwhelm anyone- although rest assured I love to read people's writing so if you wanna use these words or just share your work and tag me please do. :3 (Pls rec your own work honestly I have some uninterruptible reading time coming up and I need to start downloading all y'all's fics off ao3)

[sissytobitch10seconds]

[misfitgirlwrites]

Lucifer Having A Crush On You/How Would He React?

I'm not biased, I'm not biased, I'm not biased, I'm not biased, I'M NOT--

It's time for my fictional love and life and all I hold dear in my daydreams. Bitches, bros, nonbinary hoes, and genderfluid fucks, I present to you the Big Dick in Charge

I may reference works that I've read and when I do I'll drop their @ and link to their story it is law that you read it if you read mine, I don't make the rules

CW: none, slightly angsty but nothing too intense!

Alright, doves, this is post-season one. Lucifer now resides in the hotel with everyone and is slowly adjusting to being graced with Alejandro's Alastor's presence every day.

Let's be honest, our baby pays attention but puts in minimal effort. Saying that the days went by in a blur would be an understatement. Even conversations would be forgotten after a few short moments. On to the next task. Full focus on this thing. Once that's done? Well onto the next task! No tasks? Free time to spend with Charlie!

Things would start slow, and to really interact, you'd most likely start to approach him first. Maybe you've spent long enough watching the blond anxiously bounce around the hotel and graciously give himself a bit too much for even the Big Boss of Hell.

A timid approach from you, offering to help with whatever he's currently doing. Maybe you make snacks for everyone in the hotel and hand him his personally :)

And so it begins! A greeting here, a greeting there, slightly awkward conversations that slowly start to feel less forced with the little information you learn about each other along the way.

It's...nice! Refreshing! Lucifer would be more excited than anything and talking to you would become a part of his regular routine without much thought on the matter. You'd occasionally be on his mind just a little more, and he'd start to seek you out himself too.

I know you're already seeking him out. Bitch I'M seeking him out.

Helping with chores around the hotel quickly turns into simply enjoying the other's company.

One day you gift him his very own ceramic duck! You could have paid for it from somewhere or made it yourself.

Either way, he'd fucking LOVE it! Honestly, if you decide to try your hand at making it, he'd love it even more with all the rough edges and little bumps (it was made out of love for my babies who never touched clay in their lives)

In response, please expect many gifts in return. I like to think it's been a while since he's gotten a genuine gift like this

(Bonus headcanon: Charlie will see this and will come to you the next day with a list of things she wants to gift him and you two are unofficially officially the Buy Lucifer Anything Duck-Themed duo)

Lucifer loves how you react when he gifts you your very own rubber duck. Your smile and happiness always seemed contagious to him. It only led to him making/getting you more things.

You will have a rubber duck collection by the end of this, but what can you really say? Each one of them is based on something you mentioned before. A movie character, a book character, a cartoon character, even friends or family members if they were mentioned. The gesture is way too sweet for you to turn down, even if it is the 30th duck you've received.

Now prepare for what I like to call the "get along t-shirt" phase but both parties are willing LMAO.

Lucifer will be by your side as long as you'll accept the company and if you're reading this and we brain the same, that will be all the time.

I love the GenZ!Reader memes and fics. Someone show this man bacon pancakes and if it was already done, SHOW ME.

Between his relationship with Charlie and with you, Lucifer actually feels the need and wants to be a little more present bit by bit. He notices that he is spending less time in his head, but he continues on in fear of fucking it up if he thinks too hard about it.

So instead he'll 100% focus on the little familiarity of happiness, as small as those moments may be sometimes. This is EXACTLY why the thought of him potentially feeling romantic interest again goes right over his head.

Who notices first, you ask? Charlie, of course. You slowly but surely became one of his main topics in conversation, it wasn't hard for her to pick up on it and ask.

Baby boy would straight up deny it at first. Him?? Liking someone else??? LMAO, am I right? Of course, after he does this, he'll have the time to actually pay attention to his actions.

So then he'll notice how excited he is every morning knowing that you'll be the first face he sees. He'll notice how he managed to fit you into any task he had to do. When he'd get lunch for himself and Charlie he'd have the automatic thought of making something for you as well. Even when the day was over, he'd be thinking about spending the next day with you. To be frank, you were constantly on his mind. 

Once he notices it's a big mental "fuck". Nothing about you is wrong of course, it's him, or so he thinks.

Let's start with the elephant in the room, or shall I say the ring on his finger lmao

In Lucifer's mind, he's still married technically. Even thinking about it in a technical term was a new development and it made him feel absolutely horrible. Lilith left, sure, but who knows what happened? Regardless of how he felt, he didn't want to hurt her.

But at the same time what about him? Lucifer hasn't been happy in a long time and he's finally building that again, not just with Charlie, but with you as well. He didn't want to just cut you out, he didn't want to hurt you either.

Plus, did you even like him? How would he even approach you? If he wanted to, even after thinking about everything.

Who was he kidding, of course, he still wanted you!

@liveontelevision *drops to my knees and bows* they worded it extremely well here and if you're reading this but you haven't read this already or you clicked the link then clicked back here, go back and read it. I don't care how long it is. Do the thing then come back.

Welcome back. It was good, wasn't it? I know.

The only awkward period for you two is the week-long contemplation of everything (half him attempting not to do what he always does when stressed but by the time he realizes he already made like 30 ducks--)

He would clearly go out of his way to either try and talk to you or avoid you. Or a cute mixture of both where he makes a scene approaching you, realizes he's not ready yet, then makes a scene so he can disappear *finger guns*

A little crisis here, a few little rubber ducks there, and a looooonnnggg conversation with Charlie and Maggie Vaggie.

Those are the ingredients to a semi-stable Lucifer with enough bravado to talk to you normally again.

He'd apologize for the times he basically pulled a Houdini in your face and he'd explain himself fully, all while also confessing his love for you.

It's choppy, it's fast-paced in some areas, and the poor blond was ready to disappear at any given moment, but that's what made it so real for you.

The weight that's lifted off of him couldn't be described, and neither could the joy that welled in him the moment he saw your beautiful smile and heard nothing but your acceptance and love.

What an emotional roller-coaster, am I right?

Lucifer Taglist: @alastorssimp @saints-wrapped-in-plastic @heart-of-the-morningstar

Requests are open! If you'd like to be tagged in future Lucifer or Hazbin Hotel content, please let me know! My asks and DMs are open to all!

[whumpmasinjuly]

Now introducing the prompt list for Whumpmas in July 2024! 

Thank you for patiently waiting! As a reminder, we will not be reblogging any creations on this blog and will instead keep this blog as a space to only post the prompts, tags, and relevant information. We will post the tag for each day, and we ask that you use two tags when filling prompts this year so that others may find your creations easily:  Tag 1 —> #wij24day__ (Fill in the blank with the appropriate day number for the prompt you are filling! For example, if you are doing the prompt for day 21, make sure to tag your post with #wij24day21.)

Tag 2 —> #whumpmasinjuly2024 Be sure to also tag @whumpmasinjuly-archive if you would like your posts reblogged to our new official archive account! Of course, feel free to use any other relevant tags too! You can also find a banner that you can use in your posts (if you want, not required) under the #wijbanner tag.

The prompts are divided into three categories: community (red boxes), question (green boxes), and creation (white boxes). Everyone is free to participate as much or as little as they want–there’s no completionist requirement! This list provides a preview of the prompts, but on each day a more detailed post will be released with more context and additional suggestions for each day’s task. Similar to previous years, all prompts and other important information will be found under the #infowhumpmasinjuly tag and #infowij24 for ease of access. This blog will also use the tags #wijquestion , #wijcommunity , and #wijprompt respectively for each post so that you can filter and find the type of prompts you’d like to do. 

Below the cut is a text list of this year’s prompts:

1. (Re)Introduce yourself 2. What are your top three favorite whump tropes? 3. "______ deserved it" 4. Post a whump prompt for someone else to fill on Day 28 5. Share a TV show, movie, or any media that gives you the whumperflies! 6. Left Behind 7. Post a link to your favorite whump fic of all time! 8. Describe your favorite type of whumper 9. Mind Games 10. Check out a new whump blog and drop them an ask 11. What songs/playlists are perfect for whumpy daydreaming? 12. Caught 13. Share some of your favorite niche whump tags! 14. Describe the ideal fic you've always wanted to read, but have yet to find/haven't written yet. 15. A Soft Reprieve 16. Create a whump meme! 17. What has been your most recent whump obsession? 18. "Or else" 19. Create a list of some of your favorite whump blogs to share! 20. What character do you wish to see whumped more in canon/fan-made media? 21. Abandoned 22. Find a story/author you've never engaged with before, and leave some nice comments! 23. What is your favorite type of whump setting? 24. Denial 25. Share a sneak peek of something you're working on 26. Describe your favorite type of whumpee 27. Delirium 28. Fill someone's whump prompt from Day 4 29. When did you get your first whumperflies? 30. "I'm here" 31. Who is someone in the whump-creating world that you admire and why?

[deqdlyowl]

I actually have some old doodles TPtR au related... This one portrays an event from the second chapter.

I have a few more things, but they're kinda spoilers and I'm not really into spoiling... Though one of them is just a spoiler of one interesting detail I want to add (the event my sketch shows most likely won't appear in the fic), while the other one is a WHOLE AHH SPOILER of the shit happening in, maybe like 10+ chapter, I'm still not sure how big I want to make the fic, ahaha.

Also rambling and venting out my feelings under the cut because I forgot to take my meds yesterday. You don't have to read but I would be happy if you do.

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Every time I start something I like, it begins to feel like a small obligation after some time, no matter how I feel about the thing I create. I love my fic and I really want to finish it, because it's also a huge emotional boost for me when I understand that I passed my word count goal in the chapter and I finally can write down my 24/7 daydreaming about CotL (even if not all of them, I often think about selfship, sorry, ahaha),AND I have a nice feedback. BUT. My ability is to abandon things. I have many unfinished drawings, unfinished crafts, like, a crocheted Spycrab or a full-sized HHH tf2 weapon, even though I really want to finish it all, but since I took a really long break, I just abandoned it all. That's usually the reason why I don't make comics. (The only comic I've ever made is that one silly meme about bees). And a month ago I started writing TPtR.

I'm scared of this happening to my fic, that's why I force myself to write if I'm not doing so for more than two days. Somehow it boosts my motivation, but at the same time, the thought of having to force myself to do something, even if I love it, makes me anxious. Why am I not doing anything if I love it? Perhaps it's just my depression with AuDHD kicking in, and sometimes I forget to take my ADs (I don't have ADHD meds yet) that makes me suddenly apathetic about everything. And then anxiety. And then I get sad when I can't come up with words.

Today I was describing the thing I have no experience in. I made tonnes of research, watched many videos of how people do it, tried to find words, but it looks... Meh. And I'm sad. And when I'm sad about something I do, I abandon it. BUT I WON'T. I will force myself to not, because I still want to write! I try to reassure myself that it looks shitty because it's still a draft and written in my native language. However, if looking at my current word count, the chapter won't be short, and it makes me happy. I'm sad and happy. I'm confused about my feelings about what I do!! I can just abandon doing ANYTHING and be lazy for years as it happened in middle school! But I have to force myself. To do anything at all. I already bed rot when I'm not studying, and if I'm studying at home, I still do it in bed. I'm losing weight (I'm severely underweight), my dogs feel bad (they're almost 12), it's my final year in school so I also study hard for my finals, my dreams say weird things (I believe in dream-telling or whatever, and I kinda can decipher them) and it all devours me from inside. But I can't give myself a rest. Or. I'll. Abandon. The thing. I love!

I'm repeating, but my head repeats everything most of the time as well, it's either loud and messy (adhd) or quiet and agonizing (autism), my ADs make my body parts twitch, I don't think that I need my therapist anymore, because it feels like there's no different between me before and me after talking to her.

I love my friends though. Their cheerful reaction to my fic or sketch updates is something that also boosts my motivation of doing something. I love art because of the feeling of creating something, but after finishing, I get the desire to see someone's reaction to what I did.

That's all, I think. I mean, not all, but I don't want to repeat again and again, my memory is getting worse as well, I feel like I kin Shamura ahahahha. I want to take an MRI. What if I have a tumor.

[murphy-kitt]

Danny Phantom Fic Rec - Social Media

I think I did a smaller one of these in the past with just “twitter” types fics; so here we are!

the one where phantom gets a twitter account

Front Page News

Twitter Rants

A Time Masters Guide on How To Dominate TikTok

Caffeine Brewed

#Stitch

daydreaming of toast cannons and being a little shit (mine)

@ NotDannyPhantom is definitely NOT Danny Phantom

Tucker Foley’s Top Secret AV Journal

Those Outside

tired quaranteens

TikTok on the clock

do you believe in coincidences?

the hottest topic

the live-dead chat

Danny Fenton - Cryptid of Caspar High (mine)

Follow Me On Twitter

Haunted Histories: An (Almost Fully) Online History of Amity Park Ghosts

of bugged boxes and blunders

subscribe for more homegrown organic ghost memes

going spare

and they were roommates

The Haunting of Amity Park

Death Always Gets Its Views

Danny the Viewtuber (series)

Amity Park LIVE

The Casper High Student Tea Twitter Page

danny phantom has Twitter!?!!? (NOT CLICKBAIT) (3AM CHALLENGE GONE WRONG)

Friendly Neighbourhood Cryptid

Welcome to Our Hell

With a Thousand Lies, and a Good Disguise

1st Period English

We Suffer Together

Einstein at Cracker Barrel

The Amity Record

0 Days Ghost Free

Creepy or Not Creepy, That Is The Chat Thread

Danny Phantom Facebook

Welcome to Danny’s

teenage rebellion for the soul

The Bewildering Disposition of Danny Down the Wych Elm

Thread: PHANTOM, MUTANT OR CRYPTID?

[wintershieldbingo]

⚔️ January in WinterShield-Land ⚔️

Check out all the Shieldlings and WinterBabies who participated this past January!

Remember to be highlighted in these monthly masterlists, you must use the bingo fill submission form so that the mods will be notified of each submission you create. Don't forget to tag us in your posts here on tumblr using @wintershieldbingo and #wintershieldbingo if you’d like to be reblogged. We don't want to miss your tumblr posts!

A Cry at the Final Breath That Is Drawn by moss_writes @ilovemosss

⚔️ Fanwork: New Fic in a Series ⚔️ Warning: Major Character Death ⚔️ One morning can change everything, but not always for the better. Bucky never wanted to know what it felt like to have half of his soul torn away in a moment, but as Steve's illness progress, the end comes too soon for both of them.

An Apple A Day by SquadOfCats @norelationtoatticus

⚔️ Fanwork: Multichapter Fic ⚔️ Warning: No Warnings Apply ⚔️ Fresh out of the ice, Steve makes a trip to the farmer's market and finds a few simple things worth living in the future for. Namely: apples, and the hot guy selling them.

Eight Minutes by gfawkes @gfawkesphoenixchokingonashes

⚔️ Fanwork: Multichapter Fic ⚔️ Warning: Graphic depiction of torture or violence, Rape and/or Non-con ⚔️ The client liked what Steve had drawn, but he wanted something in particular; he wanted body parts. “Like severed limbs?” “Anything goes, really. But they have to be bound with rope, ties, that sort of thing.” Steve could do that; he enjoyed drawing the human body, and now that he knew that the client was looking for kink, he would produce just that. Nat smiled. “The darker, the better. Perfect for you.” Another dime-a-dozen sick bastard. Lovely.

Fem!Stucky Western AU by @lavenderbuckyy

⚔️ Fanwork: Moodboard ⚔️ Warning: No Warnings Apply ⚔️ Bucky lives a quiet life in the small town where her father acts as sheriff, wiping down the tables at the saloon and daydreaming her days away. When a new horse rides into town with a rider on its back, Bucky's interest is immediately piqued. Stella Rogers is gorgeous and whip-smart — and almost definitely on the run from the law, if her secretive nature is anything to go by. Still, Stella is sweet, and gentle, and she kisses Bucky out back of the saloon like she's afraid to hurt her. Bucky's father wouldn't approve. But when Stella's got her hands in Bucky's hair, or when Bucky has her arms around Stella's middle, head tucked into her shoulder as they ride into the night, Bucky finds she doesn't really care.

marvel rivals bucky / pre-serum steve by mutantrentboy @disterra

⚔️ Fanwork: Fan Art ⚔️ Warning: No Warnings Apply ⚔️ marvel rivals bucky meets movie verse pre-serum steve

No pickles by mutantrentboy @disterra

⚔️ Fanwork: Fan Art ⚔️ Warning: No Warnings Apply ⚔️ smol stucky chibis in meme form

One deep breath out from the sky by @musette22

⚔️ Fanwork: Oneshot ⚔️ Warning: No Warnings Apply ⚔️ “Hey, Buck,” Steve whispers, cautiously running a hand up and down Bucky’s back. “You feeling any better?” Bucky doesn't answer straight away. “Think so,” he says eventually, the words slurring together with sleep or exhaustion. He stretches again, shifting on top of Steve, and – Uh. The low moan Bucky lets out coincides with Steve’s realization that what he can feel poking him in the hip is not, in fact, a gun, like he’d assumed a minute ago, but something altogether more incriminating. Jesus. -- Or: the fic in which Bucky gets hit with some evil Hydra gas that makes him irrationally scared at first, and insatiably horny later. Steve helps him out with both.

Shower and Comfort by BuckysWintersoldier @buck-star

⚔️ Fanwork: Oneshot ⚔️ Warning: No Warnings Apply ⚔️ Steve helps Bucky not just with a shower but also to calm his anxiety during the shower.

Soldier’s coming home by BuckysWintersoldier @buck-star

⚔️ Fanwork: Oneshot ⚔️ Warning: No Warnings Apply ⚔️ Bucky comes home to his boyfriend after his assignment for the army.

Steve's Night Off: Chapter 3, Aching For You by @otpcutie

⚔️ Fanwork: Multichapter Fic ⚔️ Warning: No Warnings Apply ⚔️ Steve and Bucky make the most of their night together.

That is Mine by gfawkes @gfawkesphoenixchokingonashes

⚔️ Fanwork: Multichapter Fic ⚔️ Warning: Graphic depiction of torture or violence, Rape and/or Non-con ⚔️ He thinks about his Sister and what she would say about his unclothed state. “You would think,” she’d begin, green eyes flashing, red hair bouncing as she shook her head. “As old as you are,” she’d put heavy emphasis on the word ‘old,’ “that you’d think of stowing a pair of breeches in that pouch of yours, Rogers.” It won’t matter in the end, his nakedness. The elixir will take away all focus on himself before he even catches a chill. It will also lower the heart rate and body temperature, canceling out any chance of frozen skin on sensitive flesh. And, besides, there is someone here much more important than himself. Bucky.

Untitled Fanart by @lavenderbuckyy

⚔️ Fanwork: Moodboard ⚔️ Warning: No Warnings Apply ⚔️ When a misunderstanding leaves Bucky's family thinking that his best friend Steve is actually his boyfriend, the two decide to go along with it. Bucky's family is always pestering him to meet someone anyway, and he's pretty sure Steve is the perfect guy to bring home to mom. Steve doesn't have anywhere to go for Thanksgiving break since his ma passed. When Bucky offers for Steve to stay at his house, he jumps at the chance to avoid being alone in his dorm. But as they spend their Thanksgiving together baking pumpkin pie, getting ribbed by family members and wearing the matching sweaters Bucky's mom knit them, the line between pretend and reality start to blur. Soon enough, both Steve and Bucky find themselves wanting their "fake" relationship to become real...

Untitled Fanart by @lavenderbuckyy

⚔️ Fanwork: Moodboard ⚔️ Warning: No Warnings Apply ⚔️ Steve Rogers loves being a wedding planner. He loves the attention to detail it requires; loves meticulously organising everything until it's just right. Most of all, he loves fulfilling the promise of a perfect, seamless day. He knows he's good at his job. But although he sees loved-up couples day in, day out, Steve's never been in love. This time the bride has requested a flower-themed wedding, and Steve seeks out the help of a local florist. Bucky Barnes is sweet, gentle, and unexpectedly funny, and the flower arrangements he creates are stunning. Soon they're meeting up not just to discuss wedding plans or bridal bouquets, but to grab coffee and get lunch. Steve's falling for Bucky fast. But if the shy smiles Bucky sends his way are any indication, he's not the only one.

Wasted Potential by @endlesstwanted

⚔️ Fanwork: Oneshot ⚔️ Warning: No Warnings Apply ⚔️ Steve thought bartending would be simple, but between Natasha’s meddling and Bucky’s charm, he’s not sure what to pour next.

your love in every flavour by eighthchiharu @lanalanakova

⚔️ Fanwork: Oneshot ⚔️ Warning: No Warnings Apply ⚔️ Steve underestimates the snowy weather, but Bucky is there to warm him up with good food, cozy socks, and TLC.

Make Stucky proud by reading these works in your spare time!

Happy Fic Hunting,

Bingo Mods

[beefrobeefcal]

that about sums it up.

[on-wine-dark-seas]

2, 3, 4, 5, 7, 9, 11, 12, 14, 16, 17, 19, 21, 32, 35, 37, 40, 41, 42, 45, 54, 55, 59, 61, 63, 66, 75 and 77 for the Fanfic Writer Asks. I know there are too many, sorry! 🥺🙏🏻

Oh wow! These are a lot but I will take great pride and joy in answering them. Thanks for giving me something to think about!

2. Do you plan each chapter ahead or write as you go?

It's a little bit of both, honestly. Lately I have been practicing being more deliberate and planning my stories more thoroughly as oppose to just writing and posting without thinking. Apparently this has had a positive effect. I get more comprehensive feedback on my writing than I ever have.

3. Describe the creative process of writing a chapter/fic.

Generally I do what I call the "bookend method." That is, I usually have the first and last chapter planned out. I know how I wanna start, and I know how I wanna end. And I recently started imposing chapter limits on myself so each chapter is basically like a scene from a play in how I plan it. That is, I know who I want to include in each chapter, the general subject being covered in the chapter, etc.

4. Where do you find inspiration for new ideas?

Music. I am a maladaptive daydreamer since I was 6 years old. Scenes have been turning in my head since I was cognizant enough to remember. Eventually the scenes spin into full stories. Of course, I read widely and often as well and get inspired to cook up my own ideas.

5. Do you like constructive criticism?

When I ask for it, yeah. I don't like when people just assume I want it because the comments tended to get a lil' disrespectful back in the day when I allowed that. Everyone's version of constructive criticism is different. To that end, if we have established a rapport, I welcome it. Everybody else: talk to me nice or not at all!

7. How do you choose which POV to write from?

It depends on how deep inside of a character [heh] I want or need to get. I used to be a die-hard first-person POV writer. But lately it's third-person limited.

9. Do you comment on stories you read?

I try to. I usually want to make my comments more than the usual flailing and emojis and memes. I want to leave substantial evidence as to why I enjoyed the fic, how it made me feel, etc. And I'm very good about it these days.

11. Link your three favorite fics right now.

I'll do my faves:

Beneath the Silk by @phyx-m - Sukuna x f!Reader; I describe it as a dark and bloody Beauty & the Beast, only you're not really sure who the beast is in this situation. It's so good and Sukuna is so darkly seductive and menacing all throughout.

Academic Affairs by ChocolateGranola - Sukuna x Gojo AU where they are academic rivals-to-lovers. I'm riveted.

Kindred Spirits by SkipGabe - A Sukuna x OC fic with super cool lore, great worldbuilding, and a very cool take on Sukuna's origins.

Monster Hospital by mushmoon12 - A Gojo x Reader-ish fic that is most assuredly enemies-to-lovers-to-enemies-to-??? and it's an emotional rollercoaster.

Like Silk by satans_onlyfans - A Sukuna x Reader-ish fic that...well. Let's just say there's more than one Vessel.

Cor Unum by @vampyrsm - Sukuna x Reader-ish fic that can only be described as a fucking masterpiece from start to finish. I would say this fic and Beneath the Silk are in conversation with one another thematically, and the exploration of Sukuna is so well-done. It does have dead dove elements so be forewarned.

The Tragedy of a Duality by @katerina-marie - a Gojo x Reader x Sukuna fic that...well it's in the title. I recommend all this author's JJK stuff but this one was an absolute standout for me.

Infidelity by @tawus - A Gojo x Reader fic where Gojo proceeds to cause the most emotional distress I have ever seen just because Reader wanted to go out to the club. I don't wanna spoil too much but oh my god. Seriously, a masterpiece.

Sweet Little Lies by mooglepaws - A Toji x Reader and Reader x adult!Megumi non-curse!AU where Reader makes the best most horrible decision. The smut in this fic is astoundingly hot. Like maybe don't read this one in public.

12. How does receiving or not receiving feedback/support impact you?

I used to let it get to me when I didn't get feedback on my fics, but I really do mean what I say when I say I write for myself. The stories I create for free are first and foremost for my enjoyment. That other people connect with and enjoy them too is now a bonus. I appreciate the feedback and support, but I will continue to write irrespective of receiving either. That being said, I won't lie and say getting feedback and support definitely helps motivate me to continue as much as my usual methods. :D

14. How do you write emotional scenes? Do you ever feel what the characters feel? Do you draw from personal experiences?

I draw from personal experience. When I want to evoke a certain emotion, I visit a memory of my own that evokes the exact shade of that emotion I want to paint on the page. I have...a lot of experience with some of the emotions that make more appearances in my fic than others.

16. How many fic ideas are you nurturing right now? Share one of them?

I've got quite a few. Let's crack open the Scrivener document.

This is currently every single fanfic project I currently have in rotation. This is levels of brainrot I haven't had since Dragon Age, and I have 60 published fics for that fandom. I have a lot of thoughts about this fucking manga/anime.

17. What do you do when writing becomes difficult? (maybe a lack of inspiration or writers block)

When I want to be inspired, I read. When I want to create, I write. Sometimes it's necessary to read and let my brain process and enjoy being a reader for a while rather than constantly thinking about writing [which my brain perceives as a problem that needs solving].

19. What is the most-used tag on your AO3?

Original Female Character, probably.

21. Would you ever collaborate with another writer for a story?

I have! While it was me commissioning the author for a story I created, we consider it a collaborative effort as we worked together every step of the way getting the story just right, and it featured my character in my continuity. I had hoped to be able to do this with more artists and writers in the future but the JJK fandom is...insular. I had plans for a little project featuring stories and art in my 'verse. There's writers whose writing styles I really enjoy and I would love to collab with them. :D

32. Name three of your favorite fanfic writers.

@phyx-m

@septembersums

@tawus

And this isn't to exclude other authors I read [I have a very exhaustive list, actually], but these are my three faves for their portrayal of my favorite canon characters, their premises, and their prose.

35. What is one essential thing to remember when writing a villain?

They don't always have to have redeeming qualities for you to relate to them. It's okay to like that piece of shit for being a piece of shit.

37. How do you choose where to end a chapter?

Usually I treat it like a thesis paper. The chapter covers a specific subject and has a specific goal. I end the chapter when those objectives are met.

40. If someone were to make fanart of your work, what fic or scene would you hope to see?

There's a scene in Daughter of Disgrace where Yuji and Sundari get caught in Sukuna's domain. Sundari covers Yuji with her body and hugs him close while she casts her version of Hollow Wicker Basket, called Lakshmi's Lotus. It functions the same way as Falling Blossom Emotion in that it reduces the lethality of the domain. The Lotus technique layers this barrier and requires a lot of cursed energy. She was able to keep Yuji and herself safe for the duration of the domain [99 seconds].

The other scene is from the same fic, when Nadja...does what she does and shocks Sukuna.

41. Do you tend to reread fics or are you a one-and-done kind of person?

I honestly used to be one and done, but lately there's been some writers who have been knocking it out of the park with crafting stories that I love coming back to again and again. It might be the prose, the premise, the smut, whatever it is...I keep it in my bookmarks for a reason.

42. What’s the last fic you read? Do you recommend it?

The last fic I read was the Daddy Duty series by @sandwitchstories.

I highly recommend it if you like Dad!Kuna headcanons and fics. I have been craving some soft and wholesome Sukuna lately [and been too lazy to write it], so I was delighted when this popped up in my personal Sukuna feed on BlueSky. :D

45. Do you want to break your readers‘ heart or make them laugh?

My hope as a writer is to be able to do both, sometimes back to back.

54. What’s your favorite part about the fanfiction writing process?

When I get to write That One Scene™️ that's been rattling around in my brain for what feels like forever.

55. Of the characters you write for, which is your favorite? Has that choice been swayed at all by your followers/readers’ reactions to certain ones?

Nadja is my all-time favorite OC I've ever created. As I've said before, I don't get a lot of feedback on my work outside of my Dragon Age fics. Nadja is my favorite OC because she's complex. She's not very likeable [she's a terrible parent and literally kills for money], she is hedonistic, and she tends to be very self-serving. Something kind of fun writing a character like that. Honorable mention to Sundari because I love writing a tough, strong girl who kicks ass and has a bad attitude.

59. Does anyone in your personal life know you write fic? if not, would you tell anyone?

Literally everyone in my life knows I write fic. Whether I allow them access to those fics is another matter. My parents used to catch me reading/writing smutty fanfic when I was in high school so...yeah. Imagine how they feel now that I'm a published writer with a proper degree and everything. Let the kids read/write their fic!

61. Why do you continue writing fics?

It's so fun! I love making my favorite characters smooch my OCs.

63. Something you hate to see in smut.

Cervix abuse. Y'all. Please. That shit is not fun in real life, I promise. A few little taps, yeah, but constant bruising? NO PLEASE NO.

That being said, I know how to hunt for the good smut.

66. How do you deal with writing pressure (ie. pressure to update, negative comments, deadlines, etc.)?

I don't feel any pressure because I get no traction on my fics like that to feel like I need to update on any kind of schedule. So I write and publish whenever I feel like it.

75. What scene in [Fanfic Name] took the longest to write? What was difficult about it?

Since you didn't specify a fic name, I will pick one! Daughter of Disgrace, you're up!

The scene that took the longest for me to write was in chapter 11. Saddest thing I have ever written in years, I literally cried several times writing it, editing it, rereading it, posting it, etc. Sukuna and Sundari and Nadja deserved better than the hand fate dealt them.

77. Do you have a favorite scene you’ve written from [Fanfic Name] story/chapter?

Favorite scene I've written from Daughter of Disgrace? There are so many! I really put my heart into that fic and I have so many favorite moments I revisit. There's the scene where Sundari and Gojo kill the higher ups together. Then there's the whole birthday party. The Shinjuku Showdown with Plot Twist was also fun as hell.

Honestly that whole fic was a good time start to finish.

𑁍 Fanfic Asks 𑁍

[kalpalatas]

I know I asked about the one but I just reread the list and saw the words "baby acquisition" so now I need to ask again-

BABY ACQUISITION? SPILL

(wip ask meme!)

let me introduce my favourite OC in this fandom so far....Hirano Akika, who has one dad's eyes and her other dad's extremely persuasive pout. her eyes are her most distinctive feature because her face is 80% cheek fat.

(she's not related to kagi biologically i just believe the pout is a learned skill)

( @justahungrydango named her. the kanji are apparently very cutely related to hirano's own. i can't read japanese i just thought kika-chan is too cute a name to let go of)

her backstory is that she's technically hirano's second cousin...? her bio mom kind of took off and her bio dad died in a car accident and hirano's mom left her in his care while she tracked down her niece to make her take responsibility for her kid. long story short hirano adopts her as his own instead, and later kagi when they get married. they take the hirano last name so kika-chan doesn't have to go through her THIRD government name in her eighteen months of existence.

it's really a very silly au i daydream about when i'm bored. i have her whole life mapped out until she's like 30. i've been making friends tell me about their baby niblings so i can track her growth through the story better. a part of hirano's angst™ is about how he's her dad for all intents and purposes but also not because he's just taking care of her in the meantime right? anyway the result is she calls kagi "papa" readily and it takes months to make her stop calling hirano "tai" during interviews with the government worker sjfhfffh

(i did. an absurd amount of research into japanese adoption procedures for this fic. then went "wait. this isn't real" and abandoned all of that lol)

anyway. snippet below is kagi's first meeting with the little blob.

Kagiura stood stock still in the middle of Hirano's living room, shoulders drawn up, having some sort of staring contest with the baby. She had already lost the challenge a few minutes before, but Kagiura wasn't backing down.

Hirano saw the tell-tale shakiness of his irises, and smacked his shoulder gently with the back of his hand.

"Oi," he called. "Kagi-kun."

Kagiura swallowed, Adam's apple bobbing, but didn't acknowledge him otherwise.

Hirano sighed. "Akira," he called, "c'mon, man."

"Is she yours?" Kagiura whispered finally.

"What? No!" A treacherous bubble of laughter lodged in Hirano's throat. Seriously, Kagi-kun. "Where would I even-- ? She's my cousin's."

"Oh," Kagiura said faintly. "She has your eyes."

"Well, yeah." Hirano walked to the sofa and picked the baby up. "We're related. She's got my grandmother's eyes."

"Guh!" the baby agreed.

Kagiura deflated, the tension leaving his body in one big exhale. He lurched forward to drop his head on Hirano's shoulder, breathing him in.

"I'm sorry," he mumbled, nosing closer to his boyfriend's neck. "I don't know what came over me."

Hirano pressed a kiss to his hair, the giggle finally bursting out of his mouth. "It's alright, you big baby." He shrugged his shoulder, jostling Kagiura's head. "Now get up and let me introduce you properly."

[pinkpastels113]

🍓 ⇢ how did you get into writing fanfiction? 🍄 ⇢ share a head canon for one of your favourite ships or pairings ❄️ ⇢ what's your dream theme/plot for a fic, and who would write it best? 🏜️ ⇢ what's your favourite type of comment to receive on your work?

It's AJ btw lol I just don't wanna blow up my main!

ahahaha hi aj <3

from this ask meme

🍓 ⇢ how did you get into writing fanfiction?

i was reading some for a fandom that i am not in anymore and started Daydreaming and wanted to get it out of my head and onto paper!! or rather, a word doc. wanted to share it with the world and posted it (on fanfic.net) and the response i got was encouraging and uplifting so i just continued haha. i think i was in... middle school? or early high school? i started writing before i joined tumblr and the bechloe fandom

🍄 ⇢ share a head canon for one of your favourite ships or pairings

since i know you from the glassheart fandom :33 hmmm. i think i already have shared so many headcanons for them lmfao but here's one for my nickname au:

red gets jealous whenever chloe would talk with someone too long/hang out with other people and ignore her, but chloe always reassures her with "you're still my favorite"

❄️ ⇢ what's your dream theme/plot for a fic, and who would write it best?

answered!! my favorite trope is enemies to lovers but anything you write for me aj will do just the trick in making me BEYOND HAPPY :33

(OOHH but also mafia au?? or coworkers?? i also love me some actor aus too)

🏜️ ⇢ what's your favourite type of comment to receive on your work?

i love it actually when readers point out particular details or lines in my writing and scream at me about them AHAAHHAHH it shows that you're actually Reading it and seeing the characters interact in the way i want to show you guys and not just. consuming. yknow? adasjhk anyways-

[therentyoupay]

Jelsa + office/workplace AU for 3 sentence fic please?

♡ image ♡♡ askbox meme ♡♡♡ on ao3 (uninvited)

The early morning fog made Elsa's corner office feel oddly reminiscent of just last week when she'd sat atop the Austrian Alps, sipping fresh dark coffee from her balcony, wondering if Anna truly needed her back in the office by Monday... and knowing all the while that she'd be back, according to schedule, no matter what.

You have no choice.

She stamped down the tiny whisperings of resentment and bitterness and curiosity, and you don't want to be here, you've never wanted to be here, as she meticulously arranged her notes for the morning meeting. Elsa cleared her mind as she sat in her cold, crisp office on the 118th floor, sipping homemade decaf coffee from her familiar thermos, unable to keep from wondering what the look on Anna's face might be, if she—in all her leadership, all her efficiency, all her planning and honesty and meticulous preparations—ever actually found the nerve to step down, step back, step away, and let Anna rise up in her stead, to take control of the company that Elsa had always been too efficient not to lead but had never truly wanted.

"Oh," a voice cut through Elsa's useless daydreaming so quickly she actually started—and was therefore all the more annoyed for it when she saw a young man—James? John? Jacob? she should really know Anna's new temp by now, but she was slipping so quickly, so distracted these days—"My bad, I thought you'd probably want one but it looks like you already got yours."

Elsa glanced to his arms—full of three carriers, honestly, who had sent him out for so many coffees at once, and who did she need to have a word with about the way this company treated their temporary staff?—and then her gaze landed on the compostable to-go cup of black iced coffee labeled decaf and, to her mild horror and amusement, scary boss.

"Uh," he—Jason? Jameson?—was blushing, when he, too, saw the label. Good, she thought, ruthlessly. "Um. They weren't supposed to write that down."

Elsa raised a single brow.

"But!" he was grinning, clearly caught out and not anxious about it in the slightest, and suddenly Elsa had many questions about Anna's newest addition to her staff. (Elsa deliberated—cold and stern? gracious and merciful?—and settled for something in between.) He was starting to back away, anyhow, toward the door, "I didn't realize you bring your coffee from home, and you already have one, so, I won't bother you—"

"If not to me, then to whom might you deliver it?" He froze. She held her thermos aloft, looking him carefully in the eye, so that he could see the gentle curve of her smirk—she saw the edge of tension in his shoulders lessen, watched the glow of his face in early morning skyscraper fog slide into something easier, something more playful.

Interesting.

Disrespect? No, she would have smelled that a mile away.

Unprofessional? A little, certainly, but Elsa—look at what you're doing this very moment?

She watched his eyes flip through possible answers like a gameshow contestant, and he tentatively offered, "... Anna?"

Elsa grinned in spite of herself, at the clear lie within; Anna had many worthy leadership qualities, but she'd always been more approachable than Elsa, no matter the day. Intimidating? When Anna wanted to be, sure. Scary? Hardly.

"A worthy answer," she praised, which had the most interesting result of him lighting up—and blushing again. He was clearly harmless.

Oh, what the hell.

Elsa carefully moved a stack of paperwork—crisp, tidy, ready to be ignored for review—to the side, and pulled a second coaster from its stack, then gently laid the coaster on the corner of her desk. And waited.

"Oh. You don't have to—I mean—"

"Jack," she commanded, as his name flooded back to her in a sudden sweep of memory; Anna had mentioned something about being very excited to hire him on for the next month or two, something about helping a friend-of-a-friend-of-a-friend who was down on his luck. "Leave the coffee."

He grinned, clearly pleased with himself. Perhaps a bit too pleased with himself... She stamped down the sudden self-doubt and alarm; it was good for employee morale to keep spirits high and to show some of her humanity whenever she could—snow queen, ice queen, they whispered, when they were too careless to recognize that she had eyes and ears everywhere in this kingdom of hers—but this. Was this too much? What have I done?

He did not immediately provide any relief on that front as he walked up to her desk with a truly shit-eating grin that was already grating along her spine. He carefully balanced all three carriers and delivered her iced coffee to her coaster with an alarmingly apt degree of coordination. Elsa blinked.

"Black, decaf, light ice," he grinned, righting himself and his coffee carriers. "What should I ask them to write on your cup, next time?"

My name? she thought dryly, then paused. For reasons she could not quite pin down, she gave him a level stare and said, "Surprise me."

She'd assumed he couldn't light up any further, but clearly, she was wrong.

With an aye, aye, madam! and an exaggeratedly playful wink—which completely caught her off-guard—he easily and gracefully backed out of the ajar door to her office, which he gently nudged open with his foot—his foot!! like it were a barn door or something!—with 11 more cups of coffee deftly balanced in his capable hands, and was gone.

Elsa suddenly eyed the drink on her desk with a mixture of shock, alarm, and curiosity, knowing deep in her bones that her well-established routine was thoroughly and utterly disrupted. She reminded herself again that he would be gone in only a matter of weeks, anyway; Elsa remembered something now from Anna about how Jack was moving between jobs, between states, floating from place to place, so all of this would be over before it started—before what started, Elsa?! So, really, there was no cause for alarm.

Elsa sipped her unnecessary, uninvited, decaf, black, light-ice, iced coffee, and gazed into the morning New York City fog, and wondered.