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[donotnomi]

As a fan of actual director’s cuts and home video commentary audio tracks, gosh, I’d love to do this. ❤️ Both on the Slow Horses and MOTA side.

Fanfic Writers: Director’s Cut

Reblog this if you want readers to come into your ask box and ask for the “director’s commentary” on a particular story, section of a story, or set of lines. 

Or, send in a ⭐star⭐  to have the author select a section they’ve been dying to talk about!

[joeyalohadream]

Last Line Tag

Thank you @swifty-fox , @stars-remain2 , and @donotnomi for tagging meee! 💕

Apologies for being MIA a bit. Life has been life-ing, I am incapable lately of saying no and setting boundaries with my managers and now I have some kind of flu and ugh. But I'm home and writing today and tomorrow so chapter four of Let your heart be light is hopefully coming tomorrow!

My nerves are fraying with my attempt to write anything explicit (apologies if it's awful), but I'm trying because it's important for Gale and John's relationship and the story. Bear with me as it's taking me longer than usual because writing anything like this is new to me.

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Stupidly, Gale thinks of gravity as John’s hands slide down his back and settle on his waist. His skin is warm under the touch and he can’t contain the whine he lets out against John’s lips as the other man pulls him into his lap with a slight twist and flex of his body.

It took no effort, like the gravity left the room. Expect this feels like gravity. Like there’s some physical force pulling him into John.

Gale’s read enough books to know that the more mass an object has, the more gravity it contains. And his hands can’t stop roaming over John’s broad chest and down the planes of his soft stomach, back up over the breadth of his shoulders.

John’s big everywhere. His body, his smile, his personality, his charm, his sincerity and his care.

He shifts forward, feels how affected John is by all of this, just as hard as Gale is in his sleep pants, and he rocks forward again, swallowing John’s groan even as he flushes all the way down his chest at the confirmation that John really is big everywhere.

Large palms flutter over his waist, up his back, fingertips trailing up his spine and back down, leaving goosebumps in their wake when paired with the way John’s warm tongue curls gently against his own.

It feels too good.

He never wants to stop kissing him.

Can’t believe how good it feels to be held like this.

His breathing stutters as John rocks up into him. But then John’s slowing them down, tongue retreating, lips pressing soft strokes against his swollen lips and then nudging his nose with own.

“I knew it.”

Gale’s eyes flutter open at the words, at the break in the silence. He’s so hard he feels like he could come just from the feel of John’s breath on his cheek.

“Knew what?” He sighs, not surprised by how breathy his question comes out. His thighs are trembling and the ache in his hip is such a distant afterthought it might as well not be real.

John’s hand flex and tighten where they’re resting around his waist. “Knew my hands would feel good here.”

“It does feel good,” Gale lets out, heat creeping up his neck. But John’s eyes go all squinty and soft at his words and he pulls Gale forward until their hips are flush. It sends a shock through him and he buries his face in John’s neck to hide the sound it draws out of him.

“Don’t hide, sweetheart,” John voice rumbles against his chest.

But Gale shakes his head, keeps his face pressed close and mouths at the sweaty skin of John’s throat and starts to rock his hips, no rhythm to it, just pleasure as his cock strains to get to John’s.

“Oh, god, Gale.” John moans, head tilting back as Gale tongues at his pulse point and keeps moving his hips.

He feels a bit delirious, a little floaty. But so good he can’t stop.

[wwasted]

being sentimental over that fact that this fandom has such amazing writers and creators despite the fact that it’s so small! so i figured I’d tag some of my favs and give them a nice compliment bc they truly deserve it and we should all show our appreciation for allowing us along on the journey!!! ok now on to me fangirling under the cut.

@blixabargelds frankie… the way your brain works is mind blowing. Like you are so amazing??? I regularly reread fics by you and am constantly pouring over the superstar tag to the point where I feel I could recite asks you’ve gotten months ago lmao. I know you’ve been struggling with writing through these last few months but your work is so truly special!!! Thank you for sharing it with us!

@swifty-fox i know your thoughts on being a writer, but you are truly so brilliant and kind and amazing. Every au or canon fic you come up with is so captivating. The mota fandom is truly lucky to have you writing for it! I’m so excited for everything you have coming up! (Also ps I’ll make as many edits as you desire for snippets 🥰) also not to mention, the art?????? Actually lost for words. You have my endless love and appreciation.

@feyd-meowtha i will 100% read anything you ever write regardless of fandom forever (as proven by the gladiator II fic, still have absolutely no idea but I love it bc you wrote it) thank you for allowing me to scream into discord chat every single time you post a new chapter of 3 am. The handholding thru it does not go unnoticed lmao. (And also allowing me to whine about my own writing ur the best) I truly don’t know how you do it but I am so thankful you do!

@wayrad I know we’ve joked about your age in the wota discord, but omg. If I had even a sliver of your talent at 18, I would’ve been insufferable and yet you’re the sweetest and constantly gracing us with amazing fics. My obsession with the truck stop series haunts me in the best way and I can’t wait to see where you take us next!!

@middlingmay the amount of times I’ve reread TODCL is probably frightening. It is such an amazing story and I’m always blown away by how each character feels so alive. Sometimes I get so immersed in reading that these feel like real people I know and not just characters. Mindblowing how you do that. I’m also so obsessed with all the other AUs you create because how??? Genius

@donotnomi stripper bucky my beloved ❤️ your fic has completely taken over my mind. There is something so ethereal about it. It reminds me of doing LSD in a good way lmao the slow burn is amazing and I always get so excited when I get an email that a new chapter has been posted.

@constanthaunt born right in the doorway will live rent free in my head for eternity!!! I’ve already reread it twice since you finished it and I actually have no words??? The way you weave thoughts and sentences together is so criminal. Like straight to jail for being so amazing at words. I’d love to study your mind so I could have some of that talent!! Can’t wait to see what else you write.

@joeyalohadream the fluff is so good it almost makes me cry. I normally love overdosing on angst and pain but when you post something I immediately drop everything to devour it bc I know it will make me feel all warm inside. I can’t wait for more tree farmer Gale fic regardless of what season it is!!!

@irregularcollapse the incredible mind that came up with the DIY punk au??? The tennis fic??? The actors fic??? THE CANNIBALISM?! Everything you write is so amazing, I always find myself coming back to reread. I could actually live in your fic tumblr tags. The online dating??? It’s actually the fic of my dreams. The genius really knows no bounds. Thank you for sharing with us!

[swifty-fox]

several sentences sunday

tagged by @donotnomi thank youuuu babes. I have been working every day since the sixth so my brain is quite honestly FRIED writing has been a struggle the last few days but I have been plugging away at my Mob au....

There’s still glitter in the corners and between the cracks of the reclaimed wood floors when Gale walks into the Gallery on Tuesday morning. Faint remnants of celebration, joining the chips of paint that had flaked off and gotten caught in a rainbow menagerie of dust. He can see a few glimmering shards clinging to the shine of his brown leather shoes. Can see himself frowning in them, a faint stress line between his brows. 

“Gale!”

He subtly wipes one shoe off on the back of his slacks.

“Over here,” Chick calls him, waving one broad, brutal hand. He had sculptors hands, which were the only sort of hands an artist could get away with not being elegant, chipped and scarred and always dirty under the nails.

Gale always took good care of his hands, immaculate care scrubbing paint off them religiously, stretching and exercising between every creative session, determined to preserve his tendons and joints and ligaments for as long as possible. Kept the paint from under his cuticles, kept them trimmed short and polished and unblemished. His hands were his livelihood. His escape. He needed them perfect. 

“General Spatz, Miss Spatz, this is Gale Cleven. I asked him to be here personally, since it’s his work you were interested in purchasing today,” Chick introduces, the perfect amount og boisterous to be be a character, and not a nuisance. 

He understood how to work the clients, how to turn a formal buy into a casual affair, how to play the part of the man who had a little bit less, but not so much as to be looked down on. Gale knew that Chick had a house in Cabo and Jackson Hole, and a garage just for classic cars.

tagging @blixabargelds @stereobone @hogans-heroes @weimarweekly @kaaaaaaarf @reallylilyreally

[morriganravenclaw]

5 boring facts about me .

Thank you for the tags @onyxsboxes , @brotherwtf , @avonne-writes , @rangerelizabeth ♥️

1. I'm a Sagittarius

2. I'm a total bookworm

3. I like working out/ doing martial arts

4. I love to cook

5. Christmas is my favorite holiday

Tagging @c-goldthorn , @simplykayley , @donotnomi , @nicijones . ( if you guys want to , no pressure )

[donotnomi]

Last line tag

Thank you, @onyxsboxes, for the tag. 😊 I was tagged weeks ago during my disappearance, but I’ll make up for it with interest!

Because... I’m knee-deep into writing a very, very long MOTA fic. Code name: MOTA Lapdancer AU! 🤭

Here’s the last part of the first of an undisclosed, undecided, but definitely high number of chapters.

It was, in order, repulsive, shocking, and unmistakably wrong in so many ways. Yet, Gale couldn’t stop staring. No one noticed; everyone was fixated on him. Irving’s blue skies raced toward their finale, the lights deepening into a richer blue. As the last notes approached, Bucky stood up and removed the final piece of clothing, his back to the audience. He turned at the song’s conclusion. The lights went out as the music ended. Gale closed his eyes. On his retina burned the fleeting image of Bucky, his pale skin glowing blue, dressed only in his charisma. A few seconds later, a thunderous applause erupted, and Gale was able to breathe again.

Tagging, if you want, @middlingmay @swifty-fox @whirlpool-blogs @luckydeuce

[donotnomi]

WIP Wednesday Monday

Guess who's the genius who decided to make Wednesday her publishing day—on the same day as WIP Wednesday? Yep, that’s me.

So, I'm jumping the gun a little here. Thanks @london-cowboy for tagging me—I really needed an excuse to share a sneak peek from not one but two WIPs!

For all MOTA readers, here's a little snippet from Chapter 2 of  Stripper, Occasionally Hooker aka the MOTA Lap Dancer AU. Still in the middle of revisions, so keep that in mind!

“Six whiskeys and a ginger beer, miss,” Fukunaga called out, clearly excited. Bucky turned sharply toward Gale, draping an arm around Fukunaga's shoulders as he eyed the glass in front of Gale. “Someone here doesn’t drink on the job.” Gale couldn’t resist correcting him. “Someone here never drinks.” Bucky took it in stride, slipping two fingers into the pocket of the delegate on his left, pulling out a golden cigarette case without even looking. Gale was speechless. Bucky flipped the case open with a snap, took out a cigarette, and only then turned to the Japanese man for a nod of assent. The man, his face flushed, offered him the entire cigarette case, likely made of gold. Bucky placed it back in his pocket after taking out a second cigarette. He put one between his lips, and at that moment, five lighters flicked open. The entire Japanese delegation paused for a second in a Western-style standoff. Then, four lighters retreated. The head of the delegation leaned in. Without leaving Fukunaga’s lap, Bucky craned his long neck toward him, locking eyes as he brought the cigarette to the flame. Half the room was watching. Bucky leaned back, resting completely against Fukunaga’s chest, letting his head fall onto one shoulder as he exhaled a cloud of smoke. Gale observed his broad, powerful neck stretch impossibly, much like it likely did in other acts. He felt the need to look away, aware that Bucky’s robe was beginning to slip off the sides of his body.

For Slow Horses readers, yes, Paris Rules will be back soon, next Sunday I hope, with a massive new chapter. Again, it's a draft.

He needs to vanish from anyone who might review the footage later, in case someone starts tracking him. That’s why he’s already got a second hat stashed in his pocket—a different color, a different style. As he exits the station, of all things, it’s Spider’s voice that guides him. Spider, lying lifeless in one of the city morgues, his body no less cold than the metal cell he now occupies. Not now, River mutters to himself. “Style and taste, Cartwright, don’t depend on money but on intelligence. You, for example, couldn’t dress to save your life even with the royal family’s budget, whereas I, with 25 pounds and a Salvation Army store, could easily pass for one of them.” River hoped the store was still there, the one they ducked into to see who would win that bizarre bet. Just a few weeks before Stansted, River had willingly accepted Spider’s challenge, fully aware of his own weakness in that area. Their relationship had felt strained, both knowing how strong River was in the skills that mattered for their work, their internal competition. River had deliberately exposed his vulnerable side, choosing to take a hit to the gut rather than extend a hand and embarrass them both with the implicit, mutual acknowledgment of the imbalance between them.

Just realizing it's the first ever relevant appearance of Spider in one of my fics. Crazy! Tagging @middlingmay @c-goldthorn @whirlpool-blogs @soliloquy-dawn @angelfruittree @joeyalohadream

[donotnomi]

With great excitement, I’m sending you this message. I’ve read all of your river/lamb works on AO3, and I absolutely have to say that they are the best fanfictions I’ve ever come across—so faithful to the original work and brimming with tension. My heart must stopped beating for a while!This is such a small fandom, and finding such beautiful writing feels incredibly lucky! I first read your stories using translations, then tried reading the originals, savoring every word like a treasure I couldn’t bear to finish. A thousand praises to you, and I sincerely hope to read more of your amazing works!!!

Wow, your comment feels like proof that I’ve somehow managed to give back a little of what I received in the early days of this fandom, back when there was only the first season. At the time, there were fewer than 40 fics (!!!) on AO3, and for the Lamb/River ship, only a couple were in English. The rest were mostly in Russian or, more notably, Chinese—so believe me when I say, I deeply understand where you’re coming from. I spent hours translating some of those fics using any method I could, trying to make sense of certain passages (and sometimes, the confusion lingered).

I think my writing naturally leaned toward the style of the books and the series because those fics I mentioned had a more, how shall I put it? Freeform style? And since I could already see the ship in both the show and the books, I deliberately tried to make my Lamb and my River feel absolutely faithful to the originals, just to prove how little you’d have to push to turn their deep relationship into something romantic.

Right now, I’m pouring most of my energy into a fic for another fandom—it’s ambitious, and it’s taking up almost all my attention and available time. That said, I’m still working on Paris Rules, the fic where I’ll finally write an explicit sexual encounter between the two (just one? Or the first of many?). I don’t want to rush it, though. If it takes me a year, so be it.

At the moment, I’m writing a very long chapter that spans 10 days following River’s escape. It’s wild how, despite starting this fic before season four aired, it’s heading toward similar themes (and not just geographically).

I’ve got a couple more stories in mind. As soon as I revisit season four or reread the fourth book, I’m sure I’ll write something new. By now, River’s, Lamb’s, and even the other Slow Horses’ voices are so familiar to me that after a few paragraphs, they’re back in my head again.

Oh! While I’m here, I’ll drop the link to those Chinese fics I mentioned, so it's a fic rec post too!

Gonna teach you something by Himavis - HERE The author says it’s OC, but it’s more like… a playful spin on this ship? I’ve reread this sooo many times. Loved the Le Carré reference! My English translation isn’t always super clear, but the affectionate mentor side shines through so sweetly.

意外驯养指南 by Himavis HERE Of course, River ends up tidying up Lamb’s house. Totally my headcanon too—honestly, it probably started right here. 😌

甘泉 by sudenhoushi (sanmeiji) HERE This one’s tagged “dead dove,” so… yeah, it’s a little bizarre. I’d say more… kinky? Honestly, I’m so proud of this ship for collecting all the nastiest, kinkiest tags in a fandom that’s usually pretty vanilla. 🫣 Still very adult and just the right amount of nasty. Not my usual cup of tea, but hey, sometimes I’m in the mood for a stronger flavor.

[middlingmay]

Last Line Tag

Thanks to @swifty-fox and @heretoobsessstuff for the tag :)

Here's some proof that I've finally started the fic to end my series of headcanons about German!Gale and Bucky:

Something had happened. He should be feeling something, doing something. His hands—they’d gripped something and squeezed. Harder than he’d ever gripped anything in his life. He’d felt white hot and sick and furious— He’d been afraid. But it was hard to feel like that now, cocooned in the dark like this. Whatever it was, Gale knew, like an absolute truth, that it couldn’t reach him here. He wanted to sink into it even further. To reach oblivion rather than float aware in this void. He was comfortable, here. Safe. Not quite resting, but quiet. He hadn't had a lot of quiet lately.

Tagging @c-goldthorn (so you can see I've actually starting writing!), @moghraidhs and @donotnomi

[middlingmay]

several sentences sunday

Hilarious deviation away from seven sentences. I heartily approve. Though, for once, you're getting a pretty short snippet from me from the next chapter of That Ol' Devil Called Love (Chapter 12).

Thanks @amiserableseriesofevents and @swifty-fox for the tag.

Sleep was all but shed from him now. He heard the shake in Marge’s voice, the panic. and he knew it was bad. Whatever it was, he knew it was bad. “Marge!” He yelled and she cut herself off, and he heard the thump of John getting out of bed upstairs. “What’s happened?” “You and John—you need to get to the hospital.” Her voice stopped shaking and instead got thick with tears. “Oh, Gale. It’s Kenny.”

NP tagging @avonne-writes @hogans-heroes and @donotnomi

[swifty-fox]

last line tag

ive been tagged by SOOO many people over the weekend so thank you to everyone who did @whirlpool-blogs, @donotnomi, @weimarweekly, @rambleonwaywardson and I'm sorry if I've missed anyone else!

i'll give you two, first up Love Song From A Dog:

Anna’s got hair darker than his own and John wonders if maybe that was the problem. Paulina had been blonde haired and blue eyed, taller than the girls he grew up with, with a wildness to her. She may have only married a pilot but she had a little bit of it in her too, locked behind unfortatne circumstance of birthplace and gender. Perhaps it had been her John had thought of in that ninth circle apartment, turned to Gale by madness and desperation. 

They’re gone long before he remembers his manners. He can tell he’s irritated his mother, there’s a faint twist to her mouth and John wonders if he’s about to be scolded like she used to. But again he’s given the free pass of the war and it takes him until they’re out to the truck to realize the feeling dancing between his temples is anger. 

Even in the car his mother doesn’t mention it, though for a brief moment John is sure she’s about to.

The Butchers is manageable. It smells of blood and meat and John tries breathing through his mouth until he tastes copper on his tongue and feels the nausea hit quick and violent. Excusing himself for a cigarette, he turns round the alley and neatly loses his lunch. Uses the cigarette to wash the taste away and crosses his arms over his chest in a show of casualty that served to hide the way his hands continue to shake. 

His mother tsks at him when she comes out, hands him the paper-wrapped cuts of meat and he tries to hide his flinch as he feels the meaty squish of them between his fingers. They sit on ice in the car between his mothers feet, melting just enough that the blood stains the ice pink.

and then we sleep now with the light on, which is a oneshot follow up to understanding in a plane crash <3

Another noise, like Benny has switched ears, or maybe pressed the phone to his chest to check he was alone. Johnny hears the rapid exhale of words, nothing identifiable or even english and then Benny’s voice is back directly in his ear. 

“Bitter,” Benny says slowly, like he’s choosing his words carefully, “Salty and warm. I could feel your heartbeat, feel your thigh shaking against my ear.”

Johnny’s worrying the skin of his neck between pointer finger and thumb, a sharp bruising pain that reminds him of Benny’s teeth.

“It feels a bit like a finger, but more the size of three or four.” 

His fingers, calloused from frostbite and piano keys dimple the center of his lip, slink past just enough to feel the wetness of his tongue.

tagging @reallylilyreally @euph0riacc @middlingmay @avonne-writes @johnslittlespoon

[donotnomi]

https://www.tumblr.com/c-goldthorn/757229488180543488/someone-commented-for-recs-so-off-the-top-of-my was this the post u just mentioned?

Yes, YES IT WAS! Thank you, anon! 😍

Finally, I can properly credit the inspiration behind Some Ideas You Just Have to Sleep On—a fic in theory centered on somnophilia.

It was this amazing collection of MOTA fics compiled by @c-goldthorn around the same topic. I read all of them, and they’re so good. A+ work in finding those, really.

So it’s clear that:

My main source of inspiration is funny posts on Tumblr.

I am utterly unable to find a post I deemed really important to save my life. 😅