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shaisuki · 8 months ago

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DADDY'S HOME

FT. GOJO SATORU, NANAMI KENTO, TOJI FUSHIGURO, GETO SUGURU

content warnings: yandere themes, past mentions of abuse, noncon, baby trapping, dubcon, manipulation, stalking, forced pregnancy, stockholm syndrome, ooc characters, crying, redemption arc?, murder, abuse, rushed writing. dead dove do not eat.

notes. my first post in april. been struggling for awhile and having writer's block plus having the new addition of two chunky puppies that looks like potatoes with legs. requests are slowly being worked on and i deeply apologize for the delay. thank you!

synopsis: long they searched for you and only to find out you have a child. their child. would they be still the same person who had hurt you or a changed man for the sake of your child?

GOJO SATORU

“where's your mom, little guy?”

there is no doubt about it. the child in front of him is his. it is like looking at the younger version of himself except for the hair, dyed black to conceal the snow-white hair identical to him. how fast can he come up with the conclusion that the child is his?

gojo was careful of the past hookups he got tangled with. there's no way he will knock some random stranger and be forced to take responsibility for a child he didn't want. there is only one person he did get pregnant, you.

his wife who escaped left him a few years ago with his unborn child growing inside your belly. funny how all those escape attempts you'd done in the past, you only succeeded once and that is when you're pregnant and then after that you disappeared like you didn't exist in his life but gojo isn't that willing to let you go. he will find you. there's no force or power in this life that can stop in him and only fate to intervene and guide him to you which leaves him in this current situation.

the sun begins to set and the clouds turned into a mix of oranges and red. the swing makes a creaking sound as it sways back and forth along with chains clanging with every move. resonating into the emptiness of the park and his son only ignores him. barely glancing at him while staring at the distance. waiting. waiting for his mother. waiting for his wife to pick him up.

gojo chuckles at the cold treatment his son have been giving him. hadn't been the most affectionate person just like when he's at that age. unforgiving and arrogant. he looked at the ground beneath him. a brief memory flashes by before looking at his son again. leaving the swing at a flash and sprinting towards someone. he follows the little boy and gojo smirks. fate do favor him.

“mama!” your little boy called to you. almost jumping in your arms and you fumbled a bit. balancing the plastic bags in your hold to pick up your son. threading his hair with your fingers and kissing his forehead like you always do.

“satoshi! sorry for making you wait. mama had errands to do. how are you?” in which your son looks at you with a huge grin in his face. making you smile in return and he whips his head to look at the swings and you followed his sight. there he is, your nightmare. the reason you have your son.

the temperature drops with every second as the wind blows stronger. you hugged your son tighter to you. your body freezing with your mind telling you to run and with a deep breath. you squeezed your son before taking a step backwards and turning around. never looking back.

he watched as his son went to you and you picking him up and you realizing that he's near you. just within arm's reach and that fear coming from you. good to know he still have a hold on you.

calm down! you tell to yourself while you carried satoshi away from that man. you know you can't hide from him forever. you will just run again. no matter how many times. you did it once — what's the difference of doing it again.

you write a mental note to yourself to pack your bags after this. you're not going back again to him, not with your child. you don't want him to go through the same things he put you through. he was already dead to your son and to you and he's merely a ghost who terrorizes you. when you got home, you made sure to lock all your doors before making dinner and tucking your son to bed and then you grab the bags.

after packing up the last necessities, you slowly trudged your way up to your son's room and your heart drops when you see him looming besides your son's sleeping figure.

“quite bold of you.” he began to speak and your lips tremble. he didn't face you and kept looking at his son. your face bereave with anger. “s—” the words die out before he interrupted you.

“going as far to dye my boy's hair. almost thought he's not mine and thinking you found yourself another man to take care of you. breaks my heart to kill him and take you.” caressing his son's hair. satoshi remained asleep despite the scene unfolding.

“satoshi doesn't need someone like you. we don't need you. stay away from him. from us.” you murmured. careful not to wake satoshi up and find his father. you don't need someone like gojo to be around satoshi.

“can't i?” said satoru. slowly standing up and making his way to you. “cause the last thing i remember, you were still mrs. gojo. pregnant with my baby.” you let out a silent yelp when he suddenly hugged you.

“let go.” you firmly warned him. squirming from his grasp but he only held you tighter. “i won't. now you're here with me. you don't know how much i have missed you.” he breathes out. his hand in the back of your head until it slowly descends on your back. squeezing the dips of your hips and you silently gasp. trying to keep the tears at bay. his nose in the pulse of your neck. breathing in your scent. “you won't deny me.” he whispers and before he could fully go down in you. he hears the bed creak, followed by someone shifting and a sniffle coming from his son. his hold got loose on you and with that, you pushed him off. joining his son in his bed to comfort him.

satoshi sniffles, his eyes fluttering and showing the blues that he inherited from his father. “mama?” he calls you and you immediately shush him. “mama's here, satoshi.” you coo. pulling the covers and tucking it beside you and satoshi latched into you. his eyes beading with tears. “it's just a nightmare, satoshi. nothing's going to hurt you.” you lied. there's only one who could hurt you both. the man who put you in hell for his own. he can do that to satoshi too and you won't let him.

although gojo had longed and wanted to take you there at the moment, he let you tend to his son. set aside the urges of longing for you who left him. a discovery he just had found hours ago. he's a father now. his back presses at the cold wall behind him and he melts at the tender moment before him. this is what you had been doing for the last five years and is it that long. five years. five years had gone by and he missed it. he wasn't there to take care for you and watch his child grow up. you stole the years and the moments where he could be with you and his son.

there's the gnawing feeling that eats him inside. the betrayal simmering in his chest the day you left him, days after he received the news that you were carrying his heir. it feels like an eternity after that.

when satoshi finally settled and you can hear the tiny snores coming from him. you slowly removed yourself from his side. it took awhile to pry his hands clutching your top before replacing it with a pillow. you kiss him in the forehead and it's finally to face him.

you're beneath him. his head hung low while he stares deeply at your eyes. both of your hands are pinned beside you. he glances at your bedside table. littered with pictures of you and satoshi. it makes his heart bleed to see him absent from all of it. he wasn't even there to see satoshi as a baby, taking his first step and see him grow to what he is now. it's all because you choose to leave him.

“you raised satoshi well.”

“i did. i'm not raising satoshi with you around.”

gojo hums, “oh, really? he didn't ask who might be his father is?” quite curious about it and he knows what you're about to answer and you didn't disappoint.

“i did. told his father was dead because you don't exist to us. to satoshi. why bother with us who don't want you?” you bravely stared back at his eyes and you thought this is going to be satoshi when he grows up to be satoru's age.

“i am bothered with it. my wife leaving me out of the blue with my child inside you. i told you, didn't i? i will always find you.”

you take a deep breath to keep the tears from spilling out of you. “five years. five years, satoru. you should have moved on. find another woman who can give what you want.”

“they can't if they are not you. why would I want myself another one when i know my wife and child are alive. how could you be so cruel to me, (y/n). you're my one and only.” gojo holds your cheek in his one hand while his eyes roam to your face and then landing in your lips.

he's been dying to kiss you for a long time and he can do it again. it feels like the first time he had kissed you. soft. gentle and sweet. it hurt him a bit to see you bite your lips with your eyes closed but he didn't care. he knows this was also the same way you reacted when you both created satoshi.

a familiar warmth creep up on him. his once cold heart melting at the contact of your lips against his. heart thrumming in slow beats. shallow breaths fans your skin and he gazes at you, with the same adoration present in the blues of his eyes.

“leave, satoru.” you protested but gojo ignores it. “no, i won't. you're stuck with me.” you cry softly when he kisses you again. hands wandering all over your body and whispering filth of how he missed your body.

“satoshi's sleeping next room.” he shushes you. “i know, that's why we have to keep quiet. you sure can manage that, mochi?” he didn't change with his nicknames and you were left weak and hopeless against his touches.

that night he ravaged you. marking the expanse of your skin. praising how you were still his wife and you never changed. the plushness of your body and just everything about you. motherhood is kind to you. he says. your body is made for him, nurturing his child and you freeze when he talks about putting one on you again. saying that he will give the next his all love with you present and you will both take care of satoshi and his sibling. you were terrified. tasting freedom once and he's back on you again to take it. escaping will be harder and you don't think it'll allow you with again.

in a blink of an eye, you were in your own prison again. you find yourself staring at the familiar garden and you think five years will change it. he kept it the same as the last when you left with promises that you will both be watching as your children played.

satoshi's hair had gone to its natural color. he's the spitting image of his father much to his delight but his child remained wary of him. even he's staring at the older image of him. he remained by your side.

“will i have a baby brother, mama?” he asks you while you were resting. “i don't know, satoshi. do you want a baby brother?” caressing your swollen belly and you fought the tears. satoshi noticing the tears pooling in your eyes, instantly expresses his concern. “no...no. mama is just a bit tired, satoshi. don't you worry about it, okay?” you assure him. “is it the baby?” you nodded at his question. he pouts at your answer. “then i don't want a baby brother.... or a sister!” he exclaims before jumping to hug you.

“satoshi, don't be mean to your baby brother or sister.” your husband pulls satoshi from you. “i hate who makes mama cry.” gojo chuckles at him. “me too, satoshi. let's protect your mama, shall we?” he embraces your son. satoshi nods, and you die a little inside.

you will spend the next years playing house with him with a new addition to this family. you still can't accept this. his words haunts you and you just can't.

gojo caresses your belly. looking at you with a smile on his face. “can't wait for this little one to arrive.” he says to you and you crack a smile at him. the thought of escape no longer lingers in your mind. not that you can think when you have a child with him and one coming.

NANAMI KENTO

nanami didn't take you leaving him to be so distressing. his life revolving around you and a baby on the way. it's going to be complete. a life with you and it took one night for you to leave him without a trace and so he goes back to working overtime.

the first days were grueling. searching for everywhere. going as far in finding information with your relatives who had given up on finding you. there's no sign of you. he spent the days and night thinking about you. worried about how you're doing without him. what about the baby? if the baby was to survive and reach the age of consciousness will his child think of him? the thoughts are endless and he don't think he can live another day without you.

the fluorescent lights are too bright for his eyes that has been drowned by the darkness of his room. his headaches becoming unbearable as the minute passes by and the stench of the hospital adding to his already dulled senses. cheeks hollowed with his sunken eyes. dragging his step to move forward. he shouldn't be here but if he wants to continue his job, a prescription would be nice from a professional.

after a scolding from the older doctor, balding with a pot belly. yapping about his health while he wrote his prescription. consisting of vitamins and stuff he didn't bother to read cause he will only give it to the pharmacist and continue his own source of living.

he was nearing the exit when a particular sign caught his sight. pediatric & maternity ward. he stops for a moment. wondering if you were here and he's accompanying you to get the first check up of your pregnancy and then an appointment for your ultrasound. hear the first heartbeat of his child and know the due date of you giving birth.

it's almost a year since you left him and he was to blame. nanami knows it was wrong to keep you for himself. telling that the outside world is dangerous for someone like you and he's facing the consequences of hurting you.

you must have given birth at this day and the baby must be four-months old. his heart grows heavy the more he thinks of you and his child. he began to walk away, the ward giving him pain and the regrets showing up. before he could step outside the doors from the ward opens and he hears a voice that he misses dearly.

when he turned around, he had to rubbed his eyes to ensure his vision wasn't playing him. there you stood, a nurse assisting you and talking on what he can assume as good wishes to you.

his breath hitches and when the nurse bid you farewell before going back to her duties. you smile back at the nurse and your attention is back in your baby. adjusting the blanket to provide warmth for the infant and when you were contented from it, you raised you head to look at your way. beginning to walk and you notice him.

you stopped when you recognize him. out of all the places to meet him, a hospital it is. worst is — you have your baby with you. hesitating to move forward or turn around and look for a another exit but it's him. it's nanami. you couldn't forget him and his ways of making you feel trapped.

what feels like an eternity and standing like a statue you continued to walk. abandoning the fear of being under him again. you could just ignore him and go home and so you did.

it hurts so much to let you go and he didn't have the strength to confront you. knowing that you'll run again and he don't want to scare you and make things worst. it pains him and yet, he was at peace. a heavy weight being lifted from his chest and he thinks he can breath properly again.

it took him awhile to get back in his daily routine when you were still around. he'd gotten better. there's no longer the dark lines under his eyes and he seems productive nowadays. he knows you won't take him back and he can't do that again to you. he won't give you a reason to loathe him again — not when his child is present in both of your lives.

he got your address effortlessly and now, he's standing in front of your door. holding a bouquet of flowers and he's adjusting his tie before knocking in your front door. he hears the shuffle of feet and the lock clicking. revealing yourself in front of him.

in a span of a year, you slowly managed to get back on your feet. body aching while you wash yourself clean and heal the wounds you inflicted in yourself while you were in his captivity. you needed to change — if you were going to bring this baby in the world. a brand new start for yourself.

when you met him that day at the hospital with his child cradled in your arms. it won't be too long for him to get you back and you feared for the safety of your child. you know nanami isn't that heartless but considering how could he be selfish at times — you knew what fate would await for your daughter.

not until he came knocking at your door. you weren't prepared for it and you did what only you can do — shut the door. it didn't happen, his arm blocking the door. “please, darling. let me explain.” he pleaded and it kinds of break your heart to hear him pleading but you're too hurt to give in. “leave us alone, kento.” you say to him but he's persistent.

he won't be leaving anytime soon, you think and maybe he'll force his way and escalate into something that can harm you or your child and you give in. you pull the door open and nanami sighs in relief when you opened the door for him.

“what do you want?” you bite your tongue when you said it. he didn't need to answer, you know what he wants.

“can we talk?” although he's a little worried about how you will react about it considering his past mistakes and he knows you're not going to open up at him anytime soon.

he didn't missed the change in your attitude. what hostility forming into you change into something of a hesitation. chewing into your lips as you decide whether you were ready to talk to him until you nodded. granting him to explain what he was about to say to you.

“come inside.” you softly mutter as you turned your back around him.

the full force of his regrets came crashing down at him from how the way you treat him. a reflection of how he badly treated you from shielding you against the world when it was him who was truly hurting you.

“so...” you started to speak at him. “what brings you here?” why are you this!? you thought to yourself. screaming internally at the the questions you were asking to him. how come you are this weak when it comes to this. you needed to be strong. prepare for the worst.

“you. i came here for you and for the baby. forgive me, darling but is the baby mine?”

you flinch when he questioned your baby's parentage and the bottled up feelings you were suppressing instantly bursting into the scene.

“is the baby yours?...” your words drawl out. “is the baby yours!? i didn't know that you could be this stupid, kento?! you kept me chained for years and knocked me up with your baby and you question me about her! how could you....?” so much for suppressing the feelings you couldn't say to him for a long time.

a wave of regret washes over him and you were right. he is stupid. you were crying because of him again. you were shaking like a leaf while tears continuously flowing out from your eyes. your sobs are muffled and tears are soaking his shirt. his chin resting in the top of your head while he held you close. he wishes he could take your pain. redeem himself from his old ways of treating you bad.

“you come here telling me you want me back and you want to be a part of her life.....” days. nights. you were thinking of him despite what he had done to you. “i told you, i didn't want her. didn't want a child for me to raise... cried myself to sleep every night after escaping you.” it was true. how you feel your baby growing inside you every seconds of your life, it terrified you. thinking how can you raise the baby.

kento's eyes softened. he didn't know it would hurt so much like he felt when you left him. you were getting the brunt of it more than he did. he thinks back from the days of how he treated you and the whole duration of your pregnancy and you giving birth alone. you must been so scared and alone.

all of that, the words of what you said sinking deeper in his skin. remorse and regret is evident in his face while he held you.

“i didn't know.” he whisper, his voice above a breath. “i didn't know you felt that way, darling.” the endearment of what he used to call you and calling you again with it again cause more tears to spring in your eyes. oh, how you love and hate him at the same time.

“i didn't know i could hurt you this bad, i—i was only thinking that if i have you back, everything will be fine. i didn't realize i was hurting you this much.”

he slowly moves away from you. reaching tentatively to hold your hands and his heart breaks to see the face he loves so much to be this hurt. “i want to make things right, darling.” there's a slight tremor in his voice. “i know i can't undo what i had done to you, but please, let me be here for you, for our child.” he holds your hands gently. “i'll do whatever to earn your forgiveness.” you were taken aback from all of it but deep down you could never trust him or forgive him. you didn't respond and you can only shake your head not until you hear crying in the nursery room where your baby sleeps.

“if you want to be better, leave us.” you began to walk away and as much nanami wants to snatch you again, you stop in your tracks. “and maybe, i'll let you back to us.”

“for now.” you added.

he kept true to his words. it's hard but it can never compare of what you had been through and he respects the boundary you were setting. he sent you flowers during the time he wasn't around and it was not enough, he needed to see you and when he did, he was granted to see his daughter, hold her in his arms.

the baby looks like you except for the blonde hair and it was just like he dreamt. a family with you. she's perfect. perfect as her mother who graced him with her presence and this baby, he will protect this child with you.

he finds you crying. masking it as dust getting in your eyes but nanami knows you like the back of his hand. after tucking his daughter back to her crib, he joins you. sitting beside you and it broke his heart a million pieces knowing you were still in the process of forgiving him.

he's a father now but he is still your husband. “i'm so sorry, darling.” he whispers, holding your hand in his. pulling you closer to rest your head in his shoulder but nanami had longed to kiss you again.

he cups your face in his hands. caressing your round cheeks and despite wanting to recoil from his touch and avoid his gaze, some part of you wants to be held like this and you can't lie to yourself that you missed him despite everything. tough love it was or is it there still love in that?

“let me make it up you.” you shaked your head. closing your eyes and a tear escaped from the corner of your eye. nanami frowns. sighing before pressing his forehead into yours for a moment before pulling away to kiss your forehead.

this is nothing, he will endure it for a very long time until he can be yours again.

TOJI FUSHIGURO

he call it a happy accident. toji happens to beat that self-proclaimed sorcerer piece of shit and now, that shit is meeting his creator. he pays the body no mind when that leather wallet of this weakling drops beside his body. well, it's not the body is only cold. he expects to find some cold, hard cash there and he gets more than that. a picture of his wife and toji clicks his tongue. kicking the son of a bitch's body. annoyed that his wife is playing house with a another man that didn't even manage to put a scratch on him.

an idea appeared in his mind and toji smirks. he could pay this wife of his a visit. you would be so happy to meet him.

he came knocking at your door and the look you expressed is the best you can ever muster in a true horror of him finding you, it didn't disappoint.

“hey there wife. remember me?” he said in the most cocky voice he can muster and look at you, you're almost shaking in your boots but toji is surprised as you are when you were holding a toddler in your arms. a dead ringer of him. round, emerald eyes with the same eyelashes and face as his. clutching your blouse with a pacifier in his mouth.

his sight narrows to his son and to you. his once surprised face being replaced with a bored look and you couldn't even bring yourself to close the door. you don't know what he's thinking and so he got you when you're weak.

“you birthed a brat and it's mine?” it's not a question really when he comes doing this. his hard body pressed against your soft one. trapped in the cold table where you prepare him tea. insisting that he's a guest in your house and you must be a good host to serve him.

toji sighs, a low grunt coming from him. “you could be so mean if you want to. hiding my child and you come playing house with a man you replaced me with.” your blood runs cold with every words he said and the hands wandering all over your body until it came creeping below your blouse and his rough hands are squeezing the flesh of your stomach. you closed your eyes shut.

“he's a good man. which you will never be and you killed him.” your lungs contracts before releasing a breath that will took you days, months or for years to tell him that and you said it in one breath.

his eyebrows twitch. a look of disdain dawning in his face. just because you tasted freedom and you're acting like a goddamn independent bitch. you deserved to be punished.

the tea's now forgotten cold. you're pinned in the counter top with toji's cupping your jaw in a deathly grip. the skin of your wrist turning into a another shade. the circulation cut off and it begins to numb.

“who said about me being good man? he's a weakling who can't even protect himself and that weakling lead me to you and you're his what? his bitch? a body to warm his bed? when you should be doing it to mine!? you're one ungrateful bitch.” toji chuckles and he smirks triumphantly.

“my kindness needs to be paid, princess.” and here he goes calling you with the spiteful nickname to you.

he didn't give you the time to reply and forcefully kissed you. you almost choked at his whole body weight crushing your own. you couldn't even move your face to the side and reject that kiss of him. you didn't need him and your mind froze thinking of megumi.

you don't want him to see you in this position with his father. you kissed back, giving him what he wants so you can tell him. resistance is futile with megumi present in your life now.

toji grunts. you can feel him smile against your lips and when he breaks the kiss. you stare at him with your eyes pleading. “megumi.” and toji got the message of what you're talking. he glances at the door of the kitchen and he can the tiny shadow of his son walking, although a little wobbly and using the walls to balance himself. he scoffs at his son, ruining his reunion with his mother and toji is quite annoyed by it but it didn't stop him from feeling proud of birthing his son.

toji lets you free and your knees wobbled, giving out on you and you were left kneeling at the cold floor. megumi spotted you and in his own steps made his way to you in which you hugged him tightly.

“you ain't going to introduce him to his old man, wife?” you pursed your lips at his question and ignored him. rubbing megumi's back and shutting his father out and it ticked toji to just take his son away from you but resisted the urge to do so. knowing he can use this to keep you to him again. you would be so obedient with a little threat.

“careful now. you don't want me taking our little megumi away from you.” he warns. “now, put megumi to sleep and we can continue this little reunion of ours.” you nodded and you immediately scamper away from him and you see the front door. you can run but he'll catch you. you accepted your fate now and you would take the brunt of his punishments cause you're a disobedient wide who didn't care about your husband's desire.

it would be a waste to chain you again. toji thought. you're a mother now and he got a son with you. he don't want any interfering from how you will raise his son. he couldn't think about anything and maybe after you put megumi to sleep. he could think the ways he could keep you by his side again. for now, he'll just be a little patient and he can have you again for himself again.

GETO SUGURU

it was a mix of being ashamed and scared.

you knew this day will come when suguru and his child will reunite once again. the last he seen you was a baby bump visible in your dress in which he was happy. it did take root. a new lineage for the age of sorcerers.

dusk beginning to settle in the skies and you were supposed to fetch your son in the front yard telling that supper is ready and to your surprise. you found suguru standing tall, head low to face your son. a smile plastered in his face the whole time talking to your son and then he notices your stiff figure standing in the pavement before slowly walking towards them.

“i am your father. did your mommy told you that?” he asks and your son is processing what the words could mean. taking a glance between you and to his father. waiting for an answer in which you remained silent and only to tell him to go inside and wait for you.

suguru smiles. the smile that you hadn't seen for years and you can't deny that it still have an effect on you. “missed me, (y/n)?” the curse user spoke to you. his black and long hair swaying in the rhythm of the gentle breeze blowing.

“not really.” you honestly said to him and suguru's eyes changes into something dark from how you responded. “guess you got tired of all that luxury or everything's not enough for you.” he tuts. following the changes that is present in your face but he only received a curt shake of your head.

how shallow is that. you were like a pet to him. something he owned. a possession. he didn't like you being you and so you were lavished with expensive stuff that would keep you chained from the compound and to his little family. family. one you never had and never truly belonged in his place however you laid with him every night and the result, your son. living and breathing.

once you found out you were with child. it was a realization that you were never free and it hit you that this child will suffer the same fate as you and so you walked out. never looking back with the sole intention that you will raise this child with a perspective of the world and not to be influenced. his own and so you lived for years in peace until he showed up.

a shiver went down your spine from the contact of his fingers tracing to your soft jawline. electric and shocking. with a touch you will obey him but it's different. you're a mother now and something so good will only bring you to your own demise and it will extend to your child.

it is but you missed him touching you. a slave for his affections and you weren't really different from your past self. mustering the courage is the same as surrending yourself from the man who you treated as your world.

closing your eyes and you raised your head to meet suguru's eyes. purple it is. “you would understand why i left you, suguru. i can't raise ryū in that place.”

“and you think excluding me from ryū's life will change it?” not breaking eye contact while he caress your round cheek.

“yes. you're mad suguru and i can't change that.”

suguru chuckles. how motherhood impacted your ways of thinking. finding it so endearing to see you standing up and you wouldn't believe it that he's much more in love with your or whatever he was feeling. he knows it's bad for him and to you. “look at that, motherhood did you good. mad? i'll show what's mad, my dear wife.” he leans to whisper something to your ear. “i will let this go once and then prepare yourself. you will be back to me and with ryū, there's no chance of turning your back away from me.” he softly threatens to you and it weighs heavier. a contrast of the mellow tone of voice he was using.

“see you soon, (y/n).” kissing your cheeks before waving a hand to say goodbye to your son who was staring behind the windows.

suguru left after that and you knew what's about to come and you wished none of that will happen but suguru was always true to his words and you abandoned hope.

he will come back.

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taking time to learn new things

outside of the box thinking

your motivation will come to you better when you figure out what helps you feel good. create a schedule or set out a certain time of day to write, and don't beat yourself up if you find that your writing isn't coming to you on certain days. it'll come back, it always does

when planning, i like to use notebooks. i have two notebooks (so far) for LoF, notebooks for my original works, etc. I treat them like it's an extension of my brain (or like a journal). it has all my brainstorming, lists and facts, timelines, calendars, etc. i have research notes in here too! the notebook is a conglomeration of everything all together, and some things don't end up looking pretty or end up in the fic at all

outlining is different. outlining is taking your brainstorms, figuring out what is "needed" to drive the plot forward, what is "wanted" to fill in spaces between plots (example: i wanted tim and peter to meet, and i decided it makes the most sense if tim was stalking him, and what was needed for the plot was for tim to figure things out from that conversation). put it in a chronological order and try to make it read like an episode or "mini-book" each chapter, if you can. no pressure on that last part.

your outline will constantly change (think like how the wind and currents in a boat could shift and you have to adjust so you can get where you're going). do not fret about it, just continue forward. make a new outline with your new ideas, reflect and keep the old one around. you might scrap a scene and then find out you can fit it in somewhere else later on

when writing, you want to know what you can handle within a day. on average, i can set aside 80 minutes a day, and write about 2000 words. but it entirely depends on my mood, if i slept right, if i have plans that day, etc. sometimes i write 2000, other times i write 20 or nothing at all. do not push yourself to write every day or write a certain word count, it will come to you naturally. you'll also get better over time and with practice, and when you find and get comfortable with your writing style, you'll be able to make your plans, outlines, and write with no problem at all

and with finishing... i'll admit that i have an issue with that. i find that endings are the most important part of a story, and sometimes i don't want it to end. but alas, it must. endings are never "endings", because there will always be a set up to what comes later, even if you don't write it. you want your characters to finish their arc, but also have room for growth once the reader has stopped following their journey. it's satisfying to get to that end and see your characters off. it's on you to figure out your way over that hill

#erinwantstowrite #ao3 #ao3 fanfic #writing #writing advice #writing blog #thank you for the ask!

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popjunkie42 · 4 months ago

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Painted Blind: Chapter Two

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Summary:

What Feyre Archeron wants is simple: enough food, gold and safety to take care of her family. But when a terrifying fae beast crosses the wall and enters the human lands, she finds that simple, safe life slipping out of reach.

Part one of an ACOTAR re-telling inspired by the Greek myth of Psyche and Eros.

Chapter Two: Feyre pursues the bounty for a fae beast and finds more than she bargained for.

Warning for this chapter: There is hunting and butchering in this chapter, some canon-typical violence, and a character death (minor in this, major character in the books).

Thank you to @witch-and-her-witcher and @rosanna-writer for the beta reads!

I also have a Painted Blind Spotify playlist that I've been sitting on so long I almost forgot it existed. Not in any particular order, just vibes!

Beginning of the chapter under the cut. I hope you enjoy!

When I was in the woods, I let myself become an animal.

Cold winter wind whipped around me on the edge of pine forest. The wind was blowing east tonight, a good sign. It would bring me scents from the cave I was seeking, and carry mine far behind me into the woods.

As I had tossed and turned in bed early this morning, I knew there were few places in our land that a beast of that size and appetite could reside while evading the towns dotted across the central road.

And now I was headed straight towards it.

I lifted my nose to the wind. Smelling for death, for the iron tang of blood and sickly rot, the stench of wild pelts.

I had not been so fortunate as to receive any formal training in my work of hunting and providing. Such lessons would have been unthinkable in my old life, for my age, gender, and station. And when the money ran out and it became clear my father had no plan to support us, I began my long and painful game of trial and error.

My memories of that time in the forest are ones I try to forget, although I remember them in my body, in my skin. I remember the desperate claws of hunger gripping my stomach. I remember learning to be quiet and still. I watched the deer sniffing the wind as it changed direction, their ears swiveling back and forth. The wolves I watched from a greater distance – their confident, lounging packs always on alert. A single sound, a scent on the wind, could see them rushing out in a blurred pack of fur and teeth.

I watched the rabbits, skittish and cautious, sniffing each step before they hopped to the next.

This time, however, I needn’t have worried about my prey.

I was still a mile from the cave when the scent of festering rot picked up in the wind, filling my nose.

Good — the wind was on my side. I would need every advantage if my suspicions were correct.

The cave lived in my mind as a distant memory — I rarely came here because of the barren forest, the black rock, like something had scarred the earth here long ago and even the animals knew to let it be. Old Hobb had once told me the land south of our town was cursed, some battleground from the war five hundred years ago, where great and terrible magic had been brought down onto the earth. Whatever it was, the land seemed to keep the memory, even if we humans didn’t remember what terror it wrought.

Fresh snow skittered on the ground around my feet, swirling and biting in the sharp wind. The few inches of snow that had been there for months had frozen on top with the last rain, and I cursed as every step through the forest came with a gentle crunch of the top layer.

The night was as cold as any deep December twilight I could remember. But I had dressed lightly to avoid any restriction on my movement, choosing to layer instead of throw on an admittedly threadbare coat. Instead of my leather boots I piled two layers of socks beneath Nesta’s old walking shoes, several sizes too big but softer soled. The cold claws of the wind ripped through my layers easily finding my skin, but I let it sting, let it sharpen my senses.

Every few steps, I sniffed at the air and scanned the tree line. I had been walking for a few miles, and knew soon the trees would end and a small slope would dip down to black rock and the open mouth of a cave. When I left the cabin at dusk, I had prayed the other men of the village hadn’t scared away the beast with their stomping through the woods at dawn and throughout the rest of the day. Traipsing around in groups with knives, axes, scythes, anything sharp they could get their hands on.

Some of them who had gone couldn’t even string a bow, had never skinned a creature in their lives. They made hunting impossible, scaring off whatever normal prey hadn’t already run from the tang of a fae predator, and I was glad for the deer I caught the day before once again.

I steadied myself on a tree as my foot cracked through a particularly thick patch of ice and snow, sliding in up to mid-calf.

The forest was so dark and cold it looked like all color had been leeched from it, just a sharp study in black ink on white paper. Empty of everything but wood so dark it looked charred, the expanse of untouched snow, the strange boulders of jagged black rock covered in frost. And above, the endless depth of ebony twilight, twinkling with stars.

I was looking back at the path my footprints made in the snow when pebbles skittered on the small rocky outcropping nearby. I covered my mouth quickly to not make a sound, reaching for my knife with my other hand.

But nothing but a small snout poked its way above the rock, followed by a white face with twitching whiskers. And two coal-black eyes, looking at me.

A winter fox, white as the fresh snow.

Sniffing the wind for me, it growled.

My heart was still racing. He might be a small one, but it was rare foxes let themselves come so close to humans, much less stay to be observed. If I ever did see them, they usually scampered away like the rabbits we were both hunting.

I took another step towards it, hand still on my knife, waiting for it to bolt.

Instead it snapped at me, sharp canines glistening under the sliver of moon.

Shit. The last thing I needed was a rabid fox chasing and yowling at me, waking the whole forest. I’d have to catch it and kill it, and then blood would scent the air, the possibility of more predators finding me when I was trying to be stealthy.

I lifted my bow over my shoulder, sweeping it in a long arc towards the fox, keeping his snapping jaws as far from my fingers as possible.

“Go, go home. Leave me be,” I whispered, trying to nudge him.

It snarled at me again, and I worried it was about to pounce, but with an irritated flick of its tail it turned and ran down the other side of the rock, disappearing into the night.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

I hadn’t seen any other foot prints or signs of other hunters for at least the last mile.

I knew silence was the key. Not their bands of armed farmers. You didn’t win a battle against a wolf by flicking its nose. You played its own game: masking your scent with dirt and woodsmoke. Sneaking step by step behind it, downwind, breathing quiet.

Normally, I was running away from the beasts.

I must have become too focused on my balance on the ice, on listening to the frozen silence, because I was unprepared when the forest gave way to a steep slope of rock and the cave became visible below me.

The black maw of its mouth ate up the small light of the stars. Over me, the moon was a sharp crescent, just enough to keep me in shadows, but to reflect a little light off the glistening snow. But the cave was black as charcoal, smattered with a light dusting of snow that whipped off the jagged rocks above.

I had heard the fae could hear your heartbeat. Could smell the difference between you and your sister from a mile away. They could burst you into nothing but a blood mist and lure you into deep lakes with an irresistible song.

Every horror story I had heard in the village and from my old nursemaid bubbled back into my mind in a rushed panic.

What the hell was I doing?

Clamping down the fear growing in my belly, I willed my hands to be steady as I grabbed the lowest branch of a nearby tree and quietly hoisted myself upward.

The sky rose up to meet me branch by branch, the cold stars coming closer. Bit by bit, the edge of the slope fell away revealing the dark of the open cave, the black rock in front of it.

Bark groaned under my grip.

Bones, human bones, gleamed white under the sharp sliver of moon, blood thick as a layer of dirt on the rocks, staining the filthy snow.

And paw prints. Larger than my head, dipped in blood.

I looked up to the sky just for a moment, trying to slow my heart.

And then I heard it.

A snore, cutting through the cold night air. And then, a foggy puff of breath in the midst of the shadows of the cave.

I had found the beast.

At least he slept, I thought as I reached for my pack and unlatched it as quietly as I could. Unless this was some fae trickery, designed to put me off guard and tempt me closer.

But I’d be there soon enough.

The ropes I had borrowed from Isaac. If my plan worked, there would be nothing left to return. I figured I could buy him something with my new wealth.

And if it didn’t work? I would be dead, and he would have to forgive me.

My makeshift net drifted down the tree and I took my time lashing a corner to the trunk above my head. My fingers were stiff and cold, and I needed them to work. I threw all my weight into the pull of the knot, the bark groaning.

On soft feet, I slipped across the large branch over to the next tree, trailing rope behind me.

It would work or it wouldn’t. It might buy me nothing but a few seconds, but I had to take a chance on any advantage I could.

Back on the ground, I flexed my fingers and buried them under my armpits until they tingled, and until the tingling went away. I couldn’t think, couldn’t allow myself to contemplate what I was about to do, so without a pause I grabbed my bow, crouched low, and made my way down the hill to meet my fate.

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#acotar #feysand #acotar fanfiction #acotar rewrite #psyche and eros #greek mythology au #feysand fanfiction #Spotify #my writing

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docholligay · 8 days ago

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Shamash Points--Live Action nominations

All eleven people who put in an answer for this got a point! So these three are extra points, and thank you for playing!

1 point for bringing something that actually sounds like something I might find intriguing so I can only assume it's done badly to @iscahwynn

Yuri Is My Job. YIMJ tells the tale of Hime, a clinically narcissistic highschooler who is obsessed with maintaining her perfect, angelic persona in the hopes of landing a rich husband and living a life of luxury and ease. Through shenanigans, she winds up working at a yuri-themed performance cafe where the girls all pretend to be running a salon attached to the fictional St. Liebe Academy. Every girl there performs their wholesome and cutesy character interactions for the onlooking patrons while being absolute dumpster fires as soon as they can step out of sight. Hime assumes she'll run rings around the current staff, but soon learns that she's in the big leagues now when it comes to manipulating people for fun and profit.

2 points for being the exact kind of white women trash I expect to @madegeeky

Deadly Women. Complete garbage. Yes, woman that sounds as though she's absolutely swimming in Xanax, please tell me all about women who murder. The reenactments are a work of art of bad acting and color grading that makes me flashback to the 90s so hard I should sue for whiplash. But, oh, my favorite aspect, by far, is Candice Delong, former FBI profiler. All that energy the narrator is missing? Straight into her. The intensity and enthusiasm with which she says lines like "And that's when the tornado started" is beautiful. She should be both admired and judged for how hard she leans into the drama of it all, especially considering how often she speaks of women killing children. M'am, I'm gonna need you to show a bit less enthusiasm for the child murders, please. It's a glorious trash fire and I love it.

3 points for making me laugh so hard I had to read this whole thing to the dinner table to @skylineofspace

For me, the peak of shows that I am unreasonably compelled by despite being just genuinely not good is ABC’s Once Upon a Time. If one is not familiar, this show is about a group of fairytale characters that have been transported to a modern day nondescript Small Town (in Maine); we follow both the present characters who have lost their memories, as well as flashbacks to their time in the fairytale world. (Until the end of the first season where everyone gets their memories back but we still keep doing flashbacks all the time). Our viewpoint character is the daughter of Snow White and Prince Charming (Emma), who comes to the town to get back her son, who is now being raised by the Evil Queen. (Emma spends the majority of the show amicably co-parenting her son with the evil queen in a situation that only doesn’t count as queer-baiting because both characters are never not dating a male love interest). In the hands of a good writer, the concept of the ideal based archetypes of a fairytale being brought into contrast with the real world could make for some really interesting material! This is not the hands of a good writer. This is the hands of former Lost writers working on behalf of the Disney corporation. The specific point at which I dropped out was after they just directly re-create the plot of Frozen whole sale in the middle of season 4. All that being said, I did very genuinely find a lot of the characters to be interesting in concept and the way they interwove a lot of the fairytale backgrounds is exactly up my alley (One of the major characters is Rumplestiltskin, who is also the Beast from beauty and the beast and the son of peter pan (who is evil)).

#the son of peter pan (who is evil) is the PERFECT capper

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loadednachosao3 · 9 months ago

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Any tips for someone who wants to get better at creative writing?

hoo boy there are a ton I could give! let's see if I can't think of some that might help!

first, read! read, read, read! read things you like, that engage you and make you feel something, and then read writing advice to figure out how to translate what you felt and what you liked into writing that makes someone else feel just as good (or sad, or angry, or whatever, LOL). Stephen King's book On Writing is a solid place to start -- learn from the people who have made writing their lifeblood! go to the library's 800s section and find all the writing tips books you can get your hands on! I STILL read those 19 years into writing!

don't try to edit while you write (small edits are fine so you don't forget them, but don't overdo it). remember: first draft, worst draft! the important part is getting the backbone of the scene down. once that's there, you can mix and match and scramble it up and change words and delete shit and do all sorts of things! I actually enjoy the editing process, since it makes everything come together. don't think "oh, this is so bad, I have to edit so much, I suck." try to frame it as, "damn, look how much writing I did! this is an awesome base to polish up! it's gonna be so rad once I correct these mistakes!"

on that note: there WILL be mistakes. you'll miss plot holes, forget shit, write stuff that doesn't make sense, whatever. beta readers are great for this, since a fresh set of eyes will be able to catch things you didn't. or do what I do: throw caution to the wind, post it, and if someone catches a mistake, say "oops!" and find a way to fix it, retcon it, or ignore it. either 1: you're writing fanfiction or something similar, so it really doesn't matter that much if you fuck up, or 2: you're aiming to be published, and an editor will help spot and fix those things for you anyway. don't let making mistakes discourage you, we all make them!

if you have tropes/character types/plotlines you like, don't let anyone stop you from writing them again and again. you know how many stories Stephen King writes about a writer from Maine with interpersonal issues who goes through supernatural shit? and look where he is! what you WANT to write will always be better than what you THINK people want to read! readers can sense passion. use that to hook them!

it is 100% okay to use your writing to work through things, on that note. encouraged, as a matter of fact! lots of great writers have underlying themes in most/all of their works. depression. substance abuse. daddy issues. optimism. pessimism. worldviews. whatever! doesn't have to be bad, but if it IS bad, writing is a phenomenal way to channel those feelings! don't let any shitty weirdo ever tell you anything else. projecting your emotions onto fictional characters is a very highly recommended therapeutic technique, so use it! (lbr, even if you don't do it consciously, you WILL do it subconsciously. sorry about that)

mmmmmblock out the haters! that is, don't let people tear you down and make you feel like you shouldn't write anymore! no matter your skill level, if you have something to say, something you want to see play out, make it happen. everyone else can suck a duck

figure out a plotting style that works for you. for some, it's a rigid outline with every conversation accounted for. for others, it's a looser one, some ideas and scribbled notes of general directions with the rest to be filled in as you go. for others still (this is mostly my style), you just start writing and see where it takes you. very chaotic, but very fun! I also like to have vivid daydreams sometimes and then just write them down. whether I do that or learn where the scene is going as my fingers are on the keys depends on the day. no method is better or worse, so do what feels right!

jot down inspiration in a notepad or on your phone or whatever's around as it comes to you. could be as simple as "this exchange I heard caught my attention" or "that gravestone has a badass surname I'd love to use for a character," or as complex as "I want to explore the themes of grief and trauma that that other book did, but with my own twist on it." a word. a color. a feeling. keep a list of everything that makes you want to write, and use it later!

if you really hate your first draft, scrap it! if you hate your second, scrap it! if you hate your third... you can always start fresh!!! don't sit around thinking, "aw beans, I couldn't get it right on the first try, I must not be a real writer." not every idea's gonna be a winner, not every scene is gonna work out! you gotta keep on keeping on, though! don't give up even if you hate it!!!

uhhhh that's all I can think of rn... the rest would be more stylistic/grammatical/nitpicky tips, which I CAN give, but maybe in a different post? let me know if you guys would ever like an insight into how I edit my stories with tips like that in mind, and maybe I'll make a lil guide!

but in general, yeah, those are my big, sweeping tips! hope they helped at least a little!

#ask tag #anonymous

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daystobook · 21 days ago

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Day 6: Neil Gaiman Master Class, Dreyer's English, More Addie Larue, Advancing into the Story

Allegation/Trigger Warning: Neil has been accused by 5 women of sexual assault/rape.

The thing about writing early on—which I am at—is that it's too easy to give up. To become impatient and blurt, 'why is this not working?' leave it, and don't feel bad about it after a while—because there's nothing to feel bad about in the first place, nothing came of it so there's no accountability.

I was stuck with another story yesterday. Listening to VE Schwab's podcast with Cassandra Clare, when Cassandra said that she loves to run her stories by some of her close writer friends, and VE Schwab said something similar, I realised that as much as writing is a lonely occupation, it doesn't have to be. So I asked my friend Amrita a question, posed to answer as a character, and I got my unblocking. Thanks Amrita! I had been able to do something similar for her a few days back, it feels good to be of help.

I continued to write. Every bleh word after you realise this isn't working is a struggle. But I powered through and something I didn't know about the characters unfolded. I took VE Schwab's advice of going outside of the story and thinking about where I want it to go, and started creating a Miro board. Miro boards are nice! I didn't know about how effective they could be before Imagine 2200 folks created an interesting writing exercise for us on a zoom call before they started this year's edition of the writing competition.

At the same time, I also just kept pantsing. I was planning the story alongside of letting it unfold in parallel. Today in Neil Gaiman's masterclass chapter 4—Finding your Voice, I took away two things

Make mistakes.

Only way to make mistakes is to finish writing what I start.

You learn more by finishing a failure than by writing a success. And you definitely learn more by finishing a failure than you ever do by beginning something that's fantastic but stops. —Neil Gaiman, Masterclass, Chapter 4, Finding Your Voice

I haven't had finished failed stories. I don't have stories archived somewhere, which I know nobody will ever read. How will my voice ever develop, if I can't sustain copying others and ensuring an end, no matter how terrible. Listening to Neil, the bucket in which I put 'not good', or 'failed' writing has changed from useless to medals.

I also started reading Dreyer's English. Em dashes and commas, when used effectively can make a long winded thought sentence into something tangible. Dreyer's introduction was funny and full of easily understandable long sentences.

I'm not supposed to use

very

really

rather

quite

in fact

just

pretty

of course

actually

extremely

surely

for a week, as an exercise from first chapter of Dreyer's English. That was the whole chapter.

I also realised my one pastel highlighter is the last one standing, and I'll need to order more soon. I am going away from wax highlighters, at least for a bit, because of the ease of order, comfort, contrast, and aesthetic of pastel lightness of liquid highlighters.

There's an interesting exercise I'm going to try from the Neil's masterclass workbook:

Challenge yourself to write a short story in one sitting to fight fear of mistakes. You're not allowed to go away from the project until you have a completed draft. It can be any length, but tell a complete story that will satisfy a reader. Don't do too much editing while you write, let your ideas flow and then structure them once you've got everything on the page.

Hopefully in between the next couple of posts.

#writing #storytelling #addie larue #story writing #creative writing #writers on tumblr #writers block #ve schwab #english #language #exercise

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rainberrydrops · 11 months ago

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HEY THERE!!

What's your favorite webtoon?

G'day!! (●'◡'●)

Hiii! It's nice to meet you and thanks for sending this ask ☺️ I would like to share my top 5 favorite and I hope you don't mind me sharing a little bit why I like them ✨

1. The Sound of Magic: Anarasumanara (Drama)

The art of this webtoon is so gorgeous and every panel is deliberately drawn to convey a strong message. I remember crying when I first read this series. I can say this is one of webtoon's hidden gems (hidden in a way that it is locked behind daily pass 😅), but this is worth the effort of unlocking every chapter every day. (Also, I'm curious about the live action adaptation of this webtoon 🤔)

2. The Horizon (Drama)

Another short hidden gem locked in daily pass. Trigger warning: it has a dark and depressing content. If you are emotional like me, I suggest preparing tissues while reading this because this series also made me cry in some chapters. I love how this webtoon is drawn, it adds depth to how devastating the setting of this series.

3. Omniscient Reader (Action)

This is still ongoing and all chapters are free to read! I think you will love this series (because I noticed you like Jujutsu Kaisen 👀). The action scenes (and every chapter, tbh) were drawn beautifully and the entire theme of being a reader transported to the world of your favorite webnovel is greatly executed. What I like the most about this series is all characters are three-dimensional. Despite having supernatural powers, you can still feel their humanness. I first read this as a webnovel and fell in love with it instantly. I love Kim Dokja and if I were a character in this series, I'll also do my best to protect him (even though I know it's pointless 🤣)

4. Like Wind on a Dry Branch (Fantasy)

A gorgeous ongoing series about pain of losing someone you love, the hardships of finding your life's purpose, healing from all the past trauma you have, and finding love once again. This is a slow-burn romance between the two leads and what sets it apart from other fantasy manhwa set in historical is it lives by its historical setting. The language used by the characters is the formal old English, that's why many dropped this series when it was still at its early serialization because they had a difficulty understanding the conversation between characters 🤣 BUT!! it's worth every effort and time, and you can't help but love Rieta and hope for her happiness.

5. See You in My 19th Life (Romance)

The author of this series is one of my favorite webtoon artist & writer. The way she writes a story is satisfying from the beginning to end, with a lot of surprising twists here and there. That's what she pulled on this series. It's about a woman who have lived through 18 lives and she can all remember clearly, so she no longer feels the beauty of living because of it. But on her 18th life, she met someone who made her want to be an ordinary girl and enjoy being alive again. However, their time was cut short due to an accident. When she realized she's reborn in her 19th life, she promised herself that she will find him again and continue the promise they made together.

Bonus:

How to Survive a Romance Fantasy (Fantasy/ Comedy)

This one is the most unserious webtoon I have ever read. If you just want to have a good laugh and read something very unserious from beginning to end, then I highly recommend this series.

Thank you again for this ask 🤍 it's been a while since I talked about my favorite series so this truly brighten up my day! I hope you have a lovely day ahead as well~ 🌻💞

Also~ I added the link to every series in case you (or anyone who sees this post) are interested to read them!

#manhwa recommendation #the sound of magic: anarasumanara #the horizon webtoon #omniscient reader #like wind on a dry branch #see you in my 19th life #how to survive a romance fantasy

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myfaveficrecs · 2 years ago

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Creator Spotlight

@wildbornsiren has a masterlist to die for. Tons of stuff to read from Top Gun, Outer Range, Miles Miller, DC Characters, and Triple Frontier. There is literally something for everyone. Head on over and show her some love.

A Little Q & A

1: What is your favorite thing you've written or made? The Game -- A Bradley/Reader/Jake series. Bradley lost a game of pool, betting Jake a night with you. Things evolve and go from there, finding the three of you in a relationship. Lucky Piece Jake/Reader. This is actually the first thing I've written for the fandom, and it's ending soon. You’ve known Jake “Hangman” Seresin for years. He gets called up,and asks if you’d come with him. Throwing caution into the wind you join him as he trains for a special mission; all the while figuring out how much you really mean to each other. And Delicate Bob/Rooster. A love story and neither of them realize it. It's really really hard for me to pick just once, so forgive me for picking three. There's a few things that I'm really proud of/happy with, and these were the first three that came to mind.

2: Top 3 favorite creators you want people to check out? @jakeseresins , Em is an incredible writer. Their work is one that I immediately drop everything to read. They create with so much passion that the love seeps into every word. Their FloydSereShaw is top notch! I highly recommend Feathers and The Fragile Season. @roleycoleyreccenter Their House We Share series is top tier. Their writing is so immersive, so good. I am in absolute awe of their ability to spin creative, captivating stories. I get so caught up in their stories that everything else slips away. @hederasgarden is one of the first person I've read in fandom. Her work is beautiful, emotional and just incredible. I love how she writes Jake. Her series Friendly Competition is one that I come back to often.

3: An idea you have for a future work that people should look out for? Finishing up some series! Lucky Piece, Magnetism, and Rise & Shine are all getting finished here in the next couple weeks. As well as The Deconstruction of Hangman. I've got lots of things on deck--I just need to sit down and write them. I've got a Floydsin Hanahaki fic, Bradley reuniting with the girl who got away, and an assassin AU.

@roosterscock

@roosterforme

@bradshawsbitch

@jupitercomet

@seresinhangmanjake

@fandomxpreferences

@wildbornsiren

@babyrooster

@ohtobeleah

@callsign-marlie

@callsign-milano

@oncasette

@topguncortez

@topgun-imagines

@roleycoleyreccenter

@call-sign-shark

@cherrycola27

@thedroneranger

@notroosterbradshaw

@almostgenerallyalways

@roosterbruiser

@teacupsandtopgun

@endofdays56

#promote creators #creator spotlight #tgm

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tethysresort · 6 months ago

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8, 16, 25, and 28 for weird writer asks?

Yay! Here it is!

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

It would definitely be all actions, because I have a rough time with dialogue sometimes. It would probably be an action story, or a story of someone by themselves! (If they are solo, lol, they can’t talk to anyone except the trees.)

16. What’s the weirdest thing you’ve ever used as a bookmark?

Mom says she used a banana peel once… LOL, I have a number of random receipts and old expired phone cards as bookmarks and occasionally use hairbands and pens to mark places. But the weirdest thing was probably when I used a rock cabbing slice that happened to be on my desk.

25. What is a weird, hyper-specific detail you know about one of your characters that is completely irrelevant to the story?

I am never certain when a specific detail will be relevant! (ie, how spicy can the food be?) But an (as yet) irrelevant detail: Lindir adopts the dog Snow from “Hanged Man”.

28. Who is the most delightful character you’ve ever written? Why?

Delightful… Delightful is SUCH a word… And a problem because all of my named characters bring me delight. Good or evil or morally gray, uptight or easygoing… By the time I name a character I know SO MUCH about them and they just make me happy!

Elrond, Erestor, and Glorfindel definitely top the list! (as always, lol) The three of them together probably show a little too much of my soul and how much I want them to go through their adventures and come out still happy and caring. But if I take them out of the equation there are others that just make me happy. So, a list of a few and why:

Hisweyelde - Because she changes so much. She goes from being a pawn to learning independence to truly going on her own path. She is quiet and overlooked but SO opinionated. She has the inner strength to do things even when terrified out of her skull. She and Maglor WILL get a happy reunification.

Nerdanel - Because she is just made of courage. She had the courage to find her craft on her own and then the courage to fall in love with Feanor for himself. She had the courage to leave a situation that was rapidly becoming abusive and follow her own path for a while. And then, the courage to look at Feanor and say, “What you did is wrong, but you want to do better. I still love you and my sons despite everything and I am not ready to throw in the towel on this relationship either if we can do it together.”

Celebrimbor - Because I wrote him to be the eternal optimist. Absolutely every decision and invention he makes is for hope for everyone to be happy.

Elwing - I haven’t finished enough stories about her arc. We see her at the beginning of it in “Light a Candle”, and we see part of the end in “Tacking into the Wind.” She is going to move from insecure, angry, emotionally scarred, and guilty until she and Eärendil are in a much better place and she is a true ruler of the community around her tower. But in the process she is going to have to give up a lot of the anger (justified or not), learn to live with the scars, alienate parts of her family, and decide what sort of person she wants to be. (Spoiler alert: she hears of Imladris and Elrond, and wants to be a person that Elrond would be proud to know and wants to have a community like Imladris “where all who come in peace are welcome”.)

If you want to play or reblog too, here is the link for the ask game.

#ask game #answering an ask

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toastthewolfie · 1 year ago

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Intro to me ig

Hi, im Toast, I use they/them pronouns (i use any pronouns, i dont care, but i just generally use they/them 🤷) :)

I do art and whatnot, I take requests, just use the ask box (I’ll draw any character as long as I don’t find the media/it’s creator too problematic itself, i can and will draw your ocs as well! (I will draw ur oc interacting with mine if u want :3)).

I write sometimes but im not a writer so they arent the best lol I wish I could tell you what content to expect in my artwork but my interests are as rapidly changing as the wind so uhm. Yeah.

That’s all, have a great day and I hope you enjoy your time here :)

note: I generally dont tag my rbs as i dont want to clog up my tags if someone doesnt want to see what im reblogging. I may tag something every once in a while, but if i dont, it’s not personal, it just how i prefer to organize my account :)

Art Only Account: @fad3d-h3arts also;

Anyways, any OC i view as important will get their own ‘masterlist’ of sorts and they will be linked here ^^:

Selena Harris - CoD OC

#introducing myself #ig #help how do i tumblr #how does this work-

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anjukurada-fanfic-rec-blog · 1 year ago

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@thecommonmold I know I'm not Neil, but I would like to add to this if you would allow me.

I was always creative when I was a child. Always daydreaming, being lost in my mind and the worlds I would create, but I never really knew how to write in a "good" way. I actaully started writing when I was 14, starting out with self-insert fan fictions for my favorite anime. My best friend and I would even collab with these stories, passing notebooks back and forth and learning to work WITH another individual and their ideas and the direction of the stories. For about 3 years, all we did was self-insert fan fictions until we felt comfortable enough to write something original. I would read her stories, she would read mine, or we would collab and build worlds. We developed our writing skills through practice, through observing other writers, through critiques from other friends or online strangers. We thought we were AMAZING writers at the age of 17!

But every time we looked back at the stories from when we were kids, they were really bad! We laughed at how horrible we were at writing, and how we thought we were so great. BUT (and this is very important) we were able to look back at these stories and see where we came from, and how much we have progressed! Look at people who have learned to draw. Maybe someone who makes AMAZING art. Look at where they started, and where they are now. They could have looked back at their old artwork, they could have gotten discouraged, they could have stopped and never picked up a sketch book again. But they didn't. They learned from their mistakes, they looked at their old artwork as Progress instead of garbage.

I know how hard it is to get started with something. I overthink so badly, and I feel like I need to be perfect or it's not worth it. I'm 32 and still suffer with those thoughts. BUT you can't make progress without practice. Here are a couple bit of advice and practices you could use:

Do NOT write for perfection. You will get so caught up in the details that you will be stuck and you won't end up writing anything at all. Your own mind can be your worst enemy sometimes... Write for the joy of writing, regardless of mistakes! You can always go back and fix it up later!

Do not get discouraged by your old work. It is going to be bad! And going forward, some of your future works are going to seem bad in a few years. They are PRACTICE! They are PROGRESS! Cherish your bad works and learn from them. They are not garbage, they are learning experiences.

Don't only write things that are meant to be a part of a bigger story. Write things JUST for practice. To get out of your comfort zone, to give you a different view.

FOR EXAMPLE:

Take a notebook to a park. Fine a spot where you are comfortable, sit down, and describe what you see. The sights, the sounds. What the birds are doing, what the plants sound like in the wind. What the sun feels like on your skin, what the other people around you are doing. Emerse yourself in your "scene". You can do this anywhere as well. In a mall, on a bus, in a classroom, on a bench in the middle of a city. This helps with building believable descriptions and helps with emersing readers into the scene that you are setting.

Once you are comfortable with doing this, add a character to the scene! Describe what they feel while walking through the park, the city, the school hallways. Learn how to describe what your characters are feeling and observing.

Find writing promts online, and write short drabbles revolving around those prompts. Get out of your comfort zone and just write "pointless" stories! There are plenty of books and sites that have writing prompts that you could use. Some are simple things where you are given a list of words that you need to use in your story ("Use Lobsters, green, wind, robot, and dice at some point in your story") and you would have to build a story using those things, or you could use prompts that tell you how a scene opens and you finish the scene.

The most important thing is to keep writing. Not everything needs to have a meaning, not everything needs to be perfect and publishable. You need to practice somehow! I developed ALOT of my writing skills with role playing! You can find role playing sites to join and practice that way as well!

Don't be too hard on yourself. You are still young, you are still learning. You will NEVER stop learning and getting better. You just need to put pen to paper and write SOMETHING even if it's just a jumble of words!

Hello Neil,i know you have 120k asks, so you will never see this, but genuinely, how do i start writing? I know it probably sounds silly to you, but I am 15 and already feel behind. I want to be a writer, I have loved reading ever since I read Coraline at 9 and have always wanted to do something creative with my life and to be an author just feels so fitting for me,I just don't know how to do it I guess. I keep trying but it always turns out bad,I don't even know where to beigin and how to pace the story or do anything really.I write short fanfics sometimes and when i go back to read them they are just objectively bad. I know what I do and dont like in stories,I just can't seem to accomplish what I want when I try to write it. And I do have so many ideas, but it never goes anywhere, and I can't put the words on the page. I know improving takes time but I just wish I had some guidance on how to improve(English is my third language so I probably made mistakes, I apologize )

You sound a lot l would have done at the age of 15, had I been articulate enough for anything like that. At the age of 15 or I knew was that I really wanted to be a writer and that I wanted to write and draw comics one day. I had some ideas that would turn out to be good ideas 15 years later or 25 years later but at that time they were just ideas and I didn't know how to make them into stories.

The most important thing you can do is to keep writing. The second most important thing you can do is to live and learn and experience the world and accumulate a store of things that you have to say and things that you need to write about.

#neil gaiman #writing #writing tips #i hope this helps

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imnothinginparticular · 2 years ago

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#finishedbooks 2666 by Roberto Bolaño. Got this from @shinefive back in 2018 after completing some of his other books in 'The Savage Detectives', 'Monsieur Pain', and 'By Night in Chile.' Can't say I was a fan of any of them as I think I likened him to the South American Murakami. I got all of those books from @srny btw who she still has my Kazantzakis book. If you see her in NYC be like, "Jesse wants his book sucka!" Then say you kidding but then make a serious face and see what she does before proceeding lol. With that this was slated to be his magnum opus in not only being the longest novel of his life (and most expansive) but one he wrote awaiting a liver transplant and dying before its release. So its theme centers on death...with an emphasis on violence. Much widely it was lauded to explore 20th century degeneration from between WWI and WWII to the late 90s and the femicide cases in Coudad Juárez, Mexico...something I will get into later. The book itself is divided into 5 thematically loose related parts: The Part About the Critics, The Part About Amalfutano, The Part About Fate, The Part About the Crimes, and The Part About Archimboldi. I took various breaks while reading this, although I didn't find the 900 pages particularly daunting, but read 5 other books in between. I just tried to pace it, while doing a little book club with @cai before I finally just felt I needed to finish it and n fault to her, I shouldn't do a book club and recommend such a work at the pace I am used to reading. With that the opening chapter caught my interest then the subsequent three for the most part lost it. The opening about the critics who discover a mysterious writer and bring his work to acclaim was solid. Then once it gets to Mexico it bogs on Amalfitano and the Part About Fate in who is an African American reporter from Harlem in Mexico who never once felt convincing...haha I am biased. But it was the bulk of the book in The Part About the Killings that really turned me off as it is 400 pages of a rather dry journalistic writing style on the femicides in Mexico. So what it equated to was during my Tokyo commute reading day after day of horrific rape/torture/killings of women from as young as 12 (so girls really). Cynically the style kind of worked because it didn't allow him to characterize as much since most of the characters felt the same and I really didn't understand why he had to forcefully inject his cinematic knowledge in every part. I could say in my lifetime of being around drug dealers never once would they launch into diatribes about the Misen-en-scene of a Michael Rodriquez film or Dziga Vertov's montage theory. This is where the Murakami likening comes into it because he tends to fill the mouths of his characters with the same forced references and they all come off the same. But also like Murakami who's only novel I enjoyed in The Wind Up Bird Chronicle, did eventually win me over. The final part of this book was phenomenal! It managed to tie all his extreme digressions, and fucking and killing together to make an overall statement on the degeneration of the 20th century from the gas of WWI and concentration camps of WWII to femicide phenomenon in Ciudad Juárez. Quite a feat to tie so much together. This novel will age well (written in 2004) and even on those femicide killings...if you actual research and look at it now...it is roughly 135% times worse last year alone then it was in the 90s...and like then no one cares, seeing his overall indictment on humanity as relevant as ever.

#finished books

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Jason has such a doctor name, too. Jason Peter Todd. And to further that like it would come all around since you also have the the issue with what happens when those in poverty don’t have access to doctors or medicine and etc. like I feel this is something dc characters (especially those in the so-called batfamily have less of) they don’t have jobs were they interact with the people they should be helping (and being a cop doesn’t count). Jason Todd solo where he is studying to be a doctor and it is a slice of life AND if people really want to see Jason Todd as Red Hood and have it be complicated then like they could find a way to do that especially with medical ethics involved. And I want to see Jason living in his apartment and maybe later as the arc progresses building a home on a piece of land that was left to him by Willis (i think in DITF when Jason is looking through his things he finds a deed to a piece of land). Like yes there is tragedy in Jason’s life but hope and moving forward isn’t a bad thing and doesn’t make him any less tragic. Jason can still an have interesting arc without all the pew pew. It’s amazing though that Dick is the one that is a solo character while Jason is the one on teams because I always thought that it should have been the other way around. And off track, but Jason would work really well with a character that is like Oracle. Like he would need a character like Oracle... speaking of Oracle and Barbara Gordon, one thing that I finally after years was able to pick apart is why Barbara loving heights doesn’t really fit her. Personally I love the Barbara Gordon issues when she was Batgirl where she was more cautious and realized that being a hero was very dangerous. Most of her missions as batgirl were also very low level and didn’t require leaping off building and etc. She was a ballerina like Cassandra but I feel like she would have taken ballet more as a social class thing whereas her interest in track felt more like something she would dedicate herself more to. Like the long distance am runs and the whole routine and track meets and etc. So it’s more fitting that she would turn to swimming as something she likes more when she later becomes Oracle and it is something they show (that she does swim (it’s a brief scene)) but writers don’t really dig into it. Like the control you have while swimming? The similarities it has to track. The whole Barbara would miss being high up trapeze thing never made sense to me because this was a character that never liked to be out of control and even less so when they are Oracle.

YES YES YES there is genuinely so much to do when you have jason reconnect with the community he once used to be a part of, when you have him understand what vigilantism’s harms are really in that they perpetuate a cycle of violence that is never ending and inescapable, which is what he knows well already and was motivated by, but may not necessarily have seen from the angle of a bystander so much as what he perceives to be a direct victim. there’s the crossfire and the manipulation and the harrowing existence of living in a part of gotham that almost feels like it is never allowed to breathe and that no one is more well acquainted with than people like leslie and himself (and selina, too!). it would be really meaningful for jason to make a home within that chaos again, to bring some peace to people where he now has the knowledge and power to do so, only knowledge and power under a re-analyzed light where construction supersedes destruction

and that is so cool about barbara! i never thought about it before but i like the idea of distinguishing each member of the batfam per their resident areas of expertise and comfort rather than ascribing a general acrobat prodigy label to each and every one of them. dick is the one who most loves the wind in his sails. he’s the one who swings from rooftop to rooftop engulfed in the simultaneous sting and thrill of a childhood trapeze all over again. it makes sense barbara is more immediate control oriented, and i think it speaks well to her background as a vigilante comparatively too. the robins were the ones doing all of the crazy training with the homemade gymnast’s playground. barbara didn’t have the same tools to work with at first and for a long time. this was a ground-up operation that at the outset required her to be steady on her feet and grounded her in the immediate realities of limited resources and fall back

#outbox #if i am speaking out of my ass about barbara btw let me know bc i have not read her pre crisis stuff conclusively but i have read some #and then i kinda drew from what you were saying as well. i really need to read more of her pre crisis stuff i wish i had the time 😭#long post

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chaoticgeminate · 2 years ago

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Kinktober 2022 - Day Twenty Four

Pairing: Javi Gutierrez x f!Reader

Rating: Explicit (If that was not entirely clear)

Series Summary: You’re a fanfiction writer turned novelist, which was great since it was the path you wanted your writing to take you down in life. What you never thought would happen was meeting the Javier Gutierrez, who you actively write smutty fanfiction about from his film with Nic Cage, and you especially didn’t expect him to have a crush on you.

Fast forward several months of dating, with a good chunk of your relationship being distance due to his constant traveling and having to go home to Mallorca, when he surprises you with a prompt list and a vacation planned around exploring it.

You haven’t even worked up the nerve to tell him about what you write and post to Tumblr about him as a character yet.

Notes: Going to be using prompts from @the-purity-pen for my meta as hell indulgence! There are feelings in this (I have no idea how they got there) and I may end up removing some possible chapters here and there depending on how I’m feeling, I apologize in advance if that happens because my brain is super mean sometimes.

Possible Warnings: Outside Sex, Sex in the rainnnn, completely made up legal talk

Outdoor Sex (1.6k)

You were enjoying the rain, sitting on the balcony under the awning and just watching the misty calm around you, and you couldn’t help but look at the sky. It was set to rain all day, no thunder or lightning on the forecast, and you kind of wanted to go out and enjoy it properly. Javi was still asleep, the nap on the plane only sustaining him for long enough to get him past midnight, and when you’d woken up, he hadn’t stirred at all.

Briefly you’d entertained the idea of seeing if you could wake him up the way he had done for you but since you hadn’t quite had that conversation with him, even if he might’ve somehow implied it when you’d talked, there wasn’t any chance in hell you would do anything like that. Instead, you kissed him on the forehead and slipped on your bathing suit before heading down the stairs and out the back door, the rain felt good and the temperature was nice and comfortingly warm, your phone playing music from the safety of the rock shelf that hid the hot tub from an aerial view.

It was just nice, spinning and twirling and enjoying the feeling of warm air, cool rain, and peace.

Next time you did something like this you were damned determined to bring your girl squad with you, the ones you knew in person and your friends online, the level of relaxation you’d reached after taking a break from everything for three weeks couldn’t really be matched. The weight of your usual worries and fears, the mental and emotional toll of day-to-day life, felt manageable again.

Large hands, still warm from sleep, pulled you close and you squealed as Javi leaned down to capture your lips in a kiss; he tasted sweet with lemon, sugar, and fresh rain and you could feel him hard and wanting as you pressed your body into his as close as you could be.

“Someone woke up needy.” Your tease made Javi groan and pull you across the lawn to the gazebo so he could press you against the solid support beam, it was smooth from the sandy wind and water and your boyfriend groaned against your mouth.

“How can I not when I have someone like you to wake up to?” Javi’s voice pitched low, a seductive purr, and you felt that warmth spread across your cheeks at the flirty remark. You knew the stories of relationships falling apart once the honeymoon phase ended but you couldn’t even imagine something like that happening, every day you seemed to find more reasons to love him and crave him with you even if it was just sitting together reading or chatting with your friends while he watched movies.

His eyes were dark, eyelids heavy as he leaned back to meet your gaze, and you knew he was expecting you to argue; in the past you’d always flailed and flustered about being average, ordinary in comparison to most people, but you didn’t feel like that anymore. Javi brought out a confidence in you that even your harsh critic of a brain had a hard time finding faults in.

He smiled when you kissed him instead of arguing, fingertips dancing against the cut of your swimsuit in a very light tease of a touch, and you wrapped a leg around his to give him more access to you; his groan was deep from his chest as he breathed into your mouth, fingers playing you so expertly as the rain continued to fall.

“So fucking good to me, letting me touch you like this out here where anyone could see.”

Javi’s voice was right against your ear, panting harshly as you writhed against him, and one of your hands fumbled with his shorts as he worked you closer and closer with precision. The glide of two fingers in and out of your wet heat, the press of his thumb, made heat spark along your skin and the fact that you were just outside in plain sight set an inferno under your skin. The likelihood of being seen was slim, practically invisible with how much greenery was around the pair of you, but it was still present enough to make you wetter and wetter.

“Can I fuck you out here too, sweet thing?”

“Please-!”

It was like you flipped a switch with him, Javi shoved your hand away from his cock to pull himself out of his shorts, pushing your suit aside and spearing himself into you; he was intense, the fingers that had been buried in your pussy now holding your face with his thumb pressing into your jaw in a way that made him lick deeper into your mouth. Whatever had come over him made you clench around him, your body responding to his more dominant behavior, and Javi groaned when the wet sound of your hips meeting was only amplified by the rain.

“I can’t ever get enough of you, Solecita. You drive me fucking crazy, the way your smile lights up your whole face and the little wrinkle of your nose when I compliment you and you don’t believe me… the stubborn little look when you want to be upset with me but can’t, your pout when I don’t give you what you want right away. All of it makes me love you more and more, makes me want you so fucking much. In my bed, by my side, in my life… forever.”

Your heart skipped at the implication, wondering if he was doing what you thought he was doing, but a harsh drive of his hips stole your focus and sent you into orbit as he bit your lower lip with enough force that there was a bit of hurt and fuck if that didn’t make you soak him. You could hardly believe that he’d bitten you that hard, you definitely liked it, and Javi’s response to how hard you tightened around him had been to cum devastatingly early; gasping and seizing up like he was entirely unprepared for it.

He stroked you lip when his shuddering subsided, examining the indents of his teeth in your skin, and then Javi’s eyes darkened again. But your second round was interrupted by your music cutting out to play your ringtone, and not the one for work, so he released you with a soft sigh to tuck his cock back in his shorts and followed you under the rock shelf as you hastily dried your hands. Luckily the Wi-Fi here was really good, mainly because it was a massive vacation spot, so you didn’t have any issues with the connection as you answered the phone as professionally as you could just in case given that you didn’t recognize the number.

“Apologies for interrupting your vacation, my name is Neil Holt, Gabriella reached out to me with your publishing contract. I was planning to wait but she assured me that you’d want to take this call?”

“Oh, yes, she’s absolutely correct! Thank you for reaching out to me so quickly.”

“Of course, well I’ll make this quick so that you can get back to your vacation then. You would have to purchase the publishing rights from your former company, a price can be negotiated and I’d be happy to work with Gabriella if you wanted to get that started as soon as possible, and since you went through their publishing agency they are obligated to fulfill all print orders up until your official purchase while paying you agreed wages.”

“I actually want to be involved in the process of negotiations so I’m not looking to make any moves yet, mainly because I need to make sure that they don’t try to claim rights to the novel series in the works at this moment, but I do appreciate your offer. I also want to begin looking at book printing companies myself and have something set up for when I do make the split. If I send you the royalty and wage information, the current numbers at least, could you maybe work up a price range so that I can make sure the printing companies I find don’t make this a bad move?”

“Right, of course. I can absolutely do that if you send that on over to me.”

“I’ll have it over shortly, Mr. Holt, thank you so much for your help.”

“Not a problem at all, talk to you soon.”

Javi was practically bouncing on the balls of his feet when you ended the call, it was one thing to mention over the phone you were ready to move but another for him to be with you as you began the process of figuring things out. You turned to look at him and Javi kissed you breathless, your chest heaving by the time he did let you go to breathe, and you knew you’d remember this moment -his expression of endless joy- for the rest of your life.

“I have a surprise for you.” His whisper made you hum and Javi led you upstairs, trailing water from the rain through the house as he stopped to kiss you through the walk, and when you got to the bedroom he had your laptop open and to your surprise his Tumblr page was open to a new post.

A fanfic he’d written.

Just for you.

“Javi-“

“This was my way of showing you that truly, with all of my heart, I am okay with and encourage you to keep writing whatever makes you happy.”

He yelped when you turned so suddenly and whined and kissed him breathless this time, it was so stupid how fucking soft you were for him and how much it meant that he’d written fanfiction for you.

About you.

Using your own published novel series as his playground.

All Fics Taglist: @hardc0rehaylz @wordsnwhiskey @pagannightwitch @radiowallet @musings-of-a-rose @amneris21 @trickstersp8 @practicalghost @rominaszh @alwaysdjarin @alexxavicry @all-the-way-down-here

Just Pedro Taglist: @maievdenoir @beecastle @littlemisspascal @writeforfandoms @AynsleyWalker @lovesbiggerthanpride @mswarriorbabe80

Alt Taglist: @imtryingmybeskar @fan-of-encouragement @grogusmum @sizzlingcloudmentality @deadhumourist @prostitute-robot-from-the-future

Kinktober Only: @nicolethered @katareyoudrilling

#kinktober 2022 #javi g x f!reader #javi gutierrez x f!reader #cw smut #cw outside sex #chaoticwrites #literally these two are just marshmallows #even trying to write intense javi g turns into man being soft

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btscarnivalnet · 2 years ago

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Headliner Of The Month

Hello, Carnival Goers and Performers alike, please give a round of applause for our Headliner of the Month:

Our Wonderful Performer: Sunny @sunshinerainbowsbts

You are our Headliner of the Month!

During this month, we want to showcase your incredible talent and skill and share it with the Carnival! For this month, we want you to pick three fics of yours that you’d like us to showcase, and we also wanted to ask you some questions so we can understand how you write, why and what you want to get across with your fics.

Questions For You:

Three Fics:

Paradise

Covert Affairs

I Wanna Hold Your Hand

When did you start writing fics, and why?

I started writing years ago, when I joined a server dedicated to a wild scifi show called Lexx. Prior to joining, I’d never even heard of fanfiction, but there was a group of authors there posting the most incredible stories, and soon I was hooked. Eventually I reached a point where I wanted to see my favorite characters in specific scenarios that those stories weren’t covering, and it dawned on me that if I wanted to see them, then I needed to write them.

That server is long gone now, and I did not have the foresight to save any of my fics, so they’re all digital dust now. Let that be a lesson to everyone - always backup your stories!

I fell away from writing fanfic for a while, but I kept reading for various fandoms like Harry Potter and the MCU. After a while, I started writing for the MCU when I felt the need to see my own ideas come to life. Then 2020 came and I found BTS and the amazing fanfic community on tumblr. And it happened once again - it wasn’t enough to read the fantastic worlds that Army authors were creating. I had to build my own.

What was your first fic?

Baby

What is your latest fic?

The Hook Up

Why did you choose to write about the fics you have chosen?

Paradise

Paradise is the first series I created. The idea sprang from watching Jungkook’s iconic “My Time” performance and thinking about his duality and wondering - what if your shy neighbor was a sexy stripper by night? It's a very simple idea, for sure, but one that has resulted in about 86,000 words written over eleven chapters published so far! Originally, I thought it would be a short five-part series, but I just fell in love with the characters and decided to slow things down and take my time telling their story. I chose this one because it’s my favorite story to write. Yes, it’s a very self-indulgent story, but isn’t that the whole point of fanfiction in the first place?

I remember being so incredibly nervous to post the teaser. It got some attention, but ironically that just made me even more anxious when the first chapter went up! You never know what kind of response you’re going to get with your stories. I have been so, so lucky that this fic has resonated with a group of readers who keep coming back chapter after chapter. We all know what it’s like to write something we love and feel heartbroken when it doesn’t find its audience.

The story feels like it’s starting to wind down now. I don’t want to stop writing it but I also don’t want to drag it out or have it overstay its welcome. But no matter how long it goes on, I’ll never stop being thankful for every single interaction it’s brought me.

Covert Affairs

This Jungkook Spy!AU was written for a request. It’s an example of when you get the perfect prompt and the words just start flowing - I wrote the whole thing very quickly. I tend to write very visually - I see the action in my head and do my best to transcribe onto the page. That worked really well for this story, which unfolded just like a movie in my imagination.

The reason I picked this story is because of its ending. My blog is kind of unofficially a “happy endings only” blog - the vast majority of my stories are meant to leave the reader in high spirits. The ending of Covert Affairs is very different from my other fics. I reached out to a few writer moots before I posted it, because I was afraid to use the final scene I’d written. But they told me to trust my instincts, and I’m so glad that I did, because I can’t imagine it ending any other way. And it has led me to question what a “happy ending” is, anyway. Does it always mean the hero wins, or that the reader gets the guy? Does it have to be “happily ever after” or can it just be finding peace in the moment?

I Wanna Hold Your Hand

This was one of the first fics I wrote working from a prompt as opposed to coming up with my own idea wholesale. As soon as I read the words “It’s hand-holding season,” I knew two things. One, it had to be a Yoongi fic, and two, it had to be soft. Super soft. Like, curling up on a bed made of marshmallows soft.

I’m largely a smut writer. I like smut. I enjoy reading it and I absolutely love writing it. But not every story necessarily needs a sex scene. I chose this story because I felt like it’s a good example of the type of fluff I like to write. Just a series of quiet moments of two idiots falling in love. I live for those moments. Also, I love how silly it is. I try to imbue a lot of humor into my writing.

What was the most memorable line for you in each of the fics?

Paradise

From chapter one, when reader sees Jungkook on stage for the first time:

Like the statue of a god come to life, marble made flesh and blood, Jeon Jungkook danced before you, more beautiful than any man you’d ever seen.

From chapter six, some banter between Jin and reader. I fucking love writing banter:

“What did I say about being patient?” he inquires, cocking an eyebrow.

“Patience is a virtue,” you remark.

“Yes, it is.” He rubs his thumbs over your wrists and the sensation sends a bolt of electricity to your core.

“I never claimed to be virtuous.”

From chapter nine, an example of me just cracking myself up. Happens frequently in my writing:

Besides, he’s so pretty, lost in his dreams next to you. Why not just lie here and gaze upon his beauty a little longer?

Gaze upon his beauty? Okay, Lord Byron, let’s dial it back a little. And maybe stop staring at him like a creeper.

Covert Affairs

This is one of the first lines I wrote when I saw the prompt and began picturing the little cat-and-mouse game between Spy!Reader and Spy!Jungkook:

His smile is all you can see as he disappears into the shadows, pulling you in. “Why would I let someone else have the pleasure of catching you?”

I Wanna Hold Your Hand

I cheated and chose a paragraph, because it’s hard for me to pick just one of these lines without the context of the others, and I think it shows the way the hand-holding between Yoongi and reader has come to mean so much more:

Snowflakes swirl around you on the trek home, but the air feels heavy with something else. Something unspoken. Everything around you is covered in a fluffy white blanket that shimmers slightly under the streetlights, and you could easily get lost on these streets just as easily as you get lost in your thoughts. But that familiar sensation at your side, Yoongi’s fingers clutching yours, reassures you. It’s a comforting weight, anchoring you in the moment.

What was your writing process like for each fic?

Chaotic as usual. I don’t typically outline my stories - the rare exceptions are my current series Paradise and Versus. For everything else, I normally just have a basic idea - what kicks the story off and how it will be resolved, and then the rest comes as I write it. My ideas come from everywhere - a line of dialogue or a lyric, a conversation with a friend, dreams I’ve had. Occasionally, if an idea seems like it’s going to be more than a quick one-shot, I will do a stream-of-consciousness type of outlining - basically I write a paragraph or two detailing what plot points the story will include.

Also, I have to have noise when I write, either listening to music or just having the tv on in the background. I can’t work in silence. Like I said, chaotic.

I didn’t start outlining Paradise until I was five chapters in. The story kept expanding, so I needed to corral all my thoughts and figure out the timing of the various events. And I write it one chapter at a time. I truly, truly envy authors who have the patience to write multiple chapters or a whole fic before they start posting! I have zero chill when it comes to posting. I want to write and get it out there immediately.

Covert Affairs and I Wanna Hold Your Hand were both written without an outline, over a series of sprints. I’m a big fan of sprinting - it’s helpful to turn off the critical/editing portions of your brain and just let the words roll off your fingertips. Sometimes I end up with a fairly useless mess, but more often than not, I’ll find the crux of a story that way. A lot of times my characters will surprise me with their antics during a sprint.

What do you hope readers will take away from the fics?

I hope they find whatever they are looking for in my stories. Whether it be something they want, like a spicy smut scene, or something they need, like a good laugh. Fanfiction has by and large been a source of comfort for me. It’s often a place I turn to when I need to escape from all the stress in my life. I’d love for my stories to do the same for others. I hope to write fics that will reverberate with people for a long time after reading. Nothing would make me happier than that.

Why do you keep writing? What drives you?

I keep writing because I love it. I have so many worlds within me, all clamoring to be born. What drives me is the desire to share those ideas with others. To say here, I made this for you. I hope you enjoy it. Thank you for reading.

Any writing goals you’ve recently hit? Any goals that you are planning to hit?

I haven’t really had many goals in the past but I’ve had some milestones that I’ve celebrated. I’ve been writing for BTS for over a year now - that was a great marker to hit. My current goal is to wrap up my three series - the two I mentioned above and my Bad Cop!Yoongi series - in a (hopefully) satisfactory manner before I attempt any other series. Future goals include exploring new genres/tropes/kinks in my writing, and then possibly branching out into Stray Kids fanfic - but that’s a ways down the line yet, since I still have so many BTS WIPs in the works!

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