#fic cover ig????

[eepy-bells]

Art for @chaos-and-sparkles fic

READ IT READ IT READ IT READ IT READ IT

[lonelychicago]

i have a new wip (don't judge me) and i haven't really started it yet, but i already have a cover and an edit and im buzzing with excitement.

[wild-flowerhoney]

reading smut in your language after getting used to english feels scandalous. like, omg that's too explicit...

[umlewis]

📷 @.nathangallagher / instagram

[deus-ex-mona]

yurusanta: the ✨gift✨ that keeps on ✨giving✨

[sxfterhearts]

omg chat why is writing kinda hard???

ok so this is a bit of an aside (warning: this post is long) but @348kg and i talked about this and honestly writing fanfics is a way for us to express ourselves creatively while using our idols as inspo for our work. and it’s fun most of the time.. but like honestly, 70-80% of the time, writing is hard. it’s not easy, like… it’s actually quite hard work.

and i know everyone has seen posts of like “pls reblog instead of just silently reading” or “pls like at least to show your appreciation” etc etc etc and ur probs sick of hearing it but like, it’s so true???

writing is honestly hard. and for most of us fanfic writers.. im sure you know but we have lives outside of our blogs. we are students, or we work normal jobs, we have life responsibilities, we have problems to deal with, and yet somewhere in between our busy lives we manage to find the time to sit down and create these pieces of writing for you, the reader, to read.

and tbh, i don’t really know where im going with this? i just want to let you know this: a typical 1-2k words one-shot probably takes me around 2-3 hours to write (on average, on a good day - sometimes longer or shorter). but it takes you maybe 10-15 mins, at most 30 mins to read depending on your reading speed. isn’t the time gap a little wild 🫠 on a typical work day, i get home from work at about 6, i cook myself dinner and eat, i shower and clean up, and if i know im writing that night, i make sure to clear my schedule (ie no overtime, no phone calls to friends or parents etc) and i sit on my laptop and write from about 10ish to about midnight. then i pause and i edit, and set things up to get ready post (think: pictures, title, word count, writing the warnings, summary, doing the tags) and by the time i post, it’s probably 1am.

i breathe a sigh of relief because it feels good! it feels really good to release my labour of love (literally) out into the world. and honestly, you know who you are, but those of you who constantly read and reblog my work, i see u!! (Alexa play i see u by p1harmony) and those who leave comments or reviews in the tags, i also see u (that’s why i like to reblog and respond to your tags too)!! it honestly brings me so much joy when someone comes and talks to me about something i wrote and how it made them feel. or even when someone recommends a fic i wrote. all these things that are so little and take so little of your time actually mean so much to me and im sure other writers as well.

and so i guess what im trying to say to everyone is: if you are a fic reader, if you read any fics, i just want you to know that the fic you loved reading took the writer a lot of resources to write (brain power, creativity and importantly time). i hope this gives u an insight into the process of a writer/writing a fic because im hoping it might help with whether or not you decide to hit that like or reblog or comment button in the near future!!

(also, i think it’s a shame that as writers sometimes we have to compromise on what we actually want to write vs what to write to get more engagement, likes, rbs etc. personally i have been writing on tumblr since 2020 on and off so ive been on here for four years now and i have a good sense of what is a good formula for a “successful” fic - usually it’s smut, usually it’s for the most popular member in terms of fic reading, and usually it’s of a certain length posted around a certain time etc etc. but i guess i don’t rly care anymore bc im a kinda old tumblr writer who isn’t bothered about the notes as much as i am just grateful for the little comments people send me saying that what i wrote made them feel seen or resonated with them. cos i think that is priceless 🥹)

PS. in no way am i complaining about the engagement or lack thereof that i personally get, nor am i complaining about the mere fact that writing is hard bc yes i am aware that i wanted to write in the first place and so it was my decision haha

[ai-higurashi]

It's so funny how I created Bela exclusively to be Webby's dead mum but, now that she's developed on her own, her turning out NOT to be is the route that makes the most sense for her.

[llitchilitchi]

i reallyyy like ur oblivion au it seems so cool! im bad at asking questions slbut i wouldove to know more, so use this ask to say things about ur au u havent said yet :D

ohhh gosh you really just gave me all this power

note: if you need to look anything up regarding the lore stuff I'm dropping because you're not familiar with the games, PLEASE go to UESP and support their hard work! alternatively, FudgeMuppet has really good videos that go pretty in depth

->there's a 30 page word document detailing the whole progression of the story and another 20 page document covering the maps for all the travel Dream has to do through the story (I did want to turn this into a full fic but got busy with life)

->Dream is a dark elf, George's mother was Breton, Sapnap is an Imperial, Bad is a wood elf (this might not mean anything to people who never played the game, but yes, everyone had a race assigned. there's a good chance that Karl will be an Argonian)

->Dream has a proper angsty backstory, since the player character in the actual game is up for interpretation and we don't know why they ended up in prison I had to come up with something for Dream. unlike in the game, Dream has been in the Imperial City prison for a couple weeks at the start of the story

->Dream had long hair before, but it got gross in the prison so he chopped it all short and grew it out through the story

->some of the other ccs that are in the au are Ant, Punz, Techno, Tommy, Tubbo, Phil (and Kristin), Tina, Foolish, Sylvee and Niki. I'm sure I forgot some

->Dream has a tiny bag of flax seeds that he constantly chews on. it drives George crazy

->Dream and George didn't get along at first and would constantly argue

->if you've played the game you would know this, but George was part of a daedric cult

->Dream's an Azura worshipper and a huge supporter of the Reclamations (this is just A Lot of Morrowind lore to unpack)

->Dream and Sapnap both get their hands on legendary weapons that are in the game

->beside the main quest of the game, there's a couple more quests included in the story, one of which is Go Fish. Dream ends up bitten all over by the slaughterfish and George has to heal him while laughing in his face about getting fucked up by a bunch of fish. but they needed the money, so the work was worth it

[starswallowingsea]

Goes insane actually

[louixstyles]

do you ever read a fic and something happens and it gives you that hollow feeling in your chest

[sandersgrey]

All the posts about not being so picky about the amount of kudos and bookmarks a fic has are right but dont apply to me. Ive been shoulder deep in this cranberry bog since I was 9 and Im tired, okay. I have 7k bookmarks on my ao3 account and 1k fics downloaded and sorted by type of media, fandom, ship, and common trope. I burned myself out. If Im gonna look for a fanfic now (which is rare) ill look for top fics because quite frankly i have done my time.

All you youngins, though? You get right down into the mud and search for hidden pearls the way youre meant to. No 'search by kudos', we die like gold miners.

[lilac-melody]

I have a writing problem.

[catboii]

← Part 8 - Part 9 - Part 10 → Full Thread

[Day ####]

In the morning, despite not falling asleep at all, at the sound of her alarm Agent 23 gets up and follows her normal routine, getting up and making coffee while she drops two slices of bread into her toaster. She feeds her dog, Goldie, and ruffles her head fluff while telling her how much better she’s looking. 

When she gets into work, she’s almost dreading going into the chamber with her charge, as she feels like they made so much progress, but it was all dashed in one shocked gasp. 

However, once she’s in the first chamber, the little creature perks its head up, hopping over to the final doorway ready to greet her. She can physically feel the relief flooding her body like adrenaline, from her chest out to her fingers. Every muscle relaxes by the time she’s through the final door, and she reaches her hand out to pet the crow’s head, but instead it flaps its huge wings and jumps onto her forearm. She isn’t expecting it, and it’s a lot heavier than any parrot she’s ever held at the zoo as a teenager, and her arm droops. The creature flaps to stay steady, and she pulls her arm up and out, supporting its weight fully. “Oh. Hi there.” The creature trills and headbutts her in the chin, its fluffy feathers tickling her nose. She feels silly for worrying about anything now, and she starts instead to worry if the creature felt similarly, like maybe while she was gone it had worried that she wouldn’t return. With her other hand, she pets the back of the creature's head, and it butts her chin again, this time keeping it there while she pets it. They stay like that for a while. 

“Crowvid,” she starts, while sitting with her legs outstretched, the creature perched on the tip of one of her shoes. “Is there anything I can bring you? Like the chess set. If I’m allowed to bring you something to play with, so you’re not bored…” The creature has already hopped down onto the floor, and is now holding out one of its feet, as if clutching something and swirling it. “Are you miming something?” She watches it do this a little longer and tries to guess what it’s trying to say. “Are you stirring something?” It shakes its head and instead of the smooth round swirling motion, it instead swishes its foot around more randomly. “Are you- drawing something?” The creature drops the pose and nods vehemently, hopping up and down with its wings outstretched. “Oh! What are you drawing?” The creature stops and shakes its head again. “You’re… not drawing anything?” She thinks for a moment longer, the crow just looking up at her with its head tilted. “Are you asking me… for something to draw with?” Again it hops up and down nodding. “Ahh! That makes sense. Alright. Wait right here.” As she gets to her feet, the crow hops over to her feet and puts one clawed foot on her shoe, as if to grab her. “What’s wrong? I’ll be back as soon as I can, alright?” The crow slowly takes its foot back, and hops back one step. “Alright. Wait here.” She avoids adding ‘like you could go anywhere if you wanted.’ 

In less than twenty minutes, she returns with a sealed packet of printer paper and some marker pens. She had to sign off for each pen individually, but if somehow this creature can draw something recognisable, it would be a big step in the research, and if she can make enough progress with this job, she could even start thinking about putting in for a promotion. The year before she had started thinking about applying to become a researcher, but there was a lot of work you need to do beforehand, and you need to ultimately be referred by your department’s overseer, and they aren’t likely to do that unless you’ve made some waves, and gotten a name for yourself. Before this, she was just another Agent, sat around writing notes about objects that didn’t do anything beyond give some people the creeps. 

She places everything on the floor as she kneels down, still not having the authorisation to bring in a chair. Something about it being too large to account for. The pens roll around on top as she puts it down, and once it’s down and she starts to undo the bottom of the packet, Crowvid tries to pick up one of the markers with its beak, but it can’t quite do it, they’re too round and slippery for it to hold. “Just hold on. I’ll help you in a second, okay?” Once the packet is open, she pulls out a few sheets in one pull, and puts them down between herself and the bird. Crowvid straightens the papers with one foot as it looks at the pens. Agent 23 takes one, pulling off the cap and holding it out at the end so it can take it with its foot like it showed when miming. 

It takes the marker and awkwardly starts trying to draw something. It’s just a bunch of squiggles the best she can tell, and she turns her head from one side to the other, trying to see anything recognisable in it. Eventually the crow drops the marker and digs at the paper, throwing it away as it uncovers the next piece. 23 reaches for the discarded piece and looks it over. She still can’t quite tell if anything is here, but as she looks back to crowvid, it looks like its very carefully marking out shapes. Possibly letters. 

It makes short marks on the paper, dashes, over and over, joining them together to make a shape. It keeps hopping back on one foot, not dropping the marker as it reviews its work from a distance, then going back to it. There’s a recognisable P and R, then a triangle. 23 watches, astonished, as the creature continues to very attentively write out P R A C T in very large letters on the paper. With no more room, it pulls that piece away and gets another ready, although slightly marked from the leak-through, and it finishes the final letters, reading I C E. It drops the marker and pulls that piece away, lining it up with the other, spelling out “PRACTICE”. The animal looks up at Agent 23, whose mouth is open slightly, and it looks proud of itself, if a crow could look proud of itself. 

“You… You just wrote that. ‘Practice’?” She looks on, still stunned. Not only can the creature understand her, but it can write… “Okay. How did you learn to do that?” As far as the paperwork suggests, the creature wasn’t picked up in this country, it was picked somewhere that primarily spoke a form of chinese. If that’s where it was from, how could it write in english? 

The creature hops back over to the pile of papers, picking up the pen and again and with great effort and concentration, dashes out something on the page. This time it doesn’t look like letters at all, just a jumble of curved lines. Eventually it stops, puts the pen down and looks up at Agent 23. She falters as if she’s missing something obvious. “Um. It’s um.”

The creature looks down at the drawing, circling the paper to look at it from her angle. After a moment it goes back to the other side, and starts drawing something else, smaller. It doesn’t pick the pen up so far this time, and seems to be putting more effort into drawing straight lines. After a while, an image starts to appear. “Oh. is it a bed? Do you want a bed?” The crow shakes its head and carries on drawing something else. A small arrow. The arrow is pointing from the bed to the squiggly mess of shapes. “Is it a blanket?” The creature drops the pen and jumps up and down excitedly, letting out a small caw. “Oh, and those are cushions!” It hops up onto her knee and headbutts her in the chin again. “Alright. I’m sorry. It’s a very good picture! I’m just not used to talking to someone like this. I’ll get used to it!” After she finishes saying this, she realises she said ‘someone’, implying that she thinks Crowvid isn’t just ‘something’, but she doesn’t correct herself now. 

Again, she leaves the chamber to go and fetch a blanket, or a sheet of some kind, and some cushions, which is something they definitely have. Some of the Anomalies have certain comfort needs, and so cushions and the like are easy enough to obtain and sign off. Although she does have to sign different kinds of waivers than for the chess set and papers, as cushions and sheets can be dangerous with the risk of smothering or choking. This usually feels condescending, as some of the inanimate objects use cushions because if they’re in contact with certain hard surfaces, they have certain effects, but usually this can be negated with cushions of different materials. Having to sign to say ‘I understand the receiver of this object could smother me or someone with this object and I take responsibility for the consequences’ feels stupid when you’re using it with something like a little wooden box that can’t physically move, and therefore cannot smother you in any way. 

When 23 returns, Crowvid has drawn some other things, some papers strewn about the floor, some apparently ripped up by its claws. She places the blanket and cushions on the floor beside the wall where it normally sits to relax or seemingly sleep, and she wanders around, looking over the doodles. One of the pieces is almost a shape she feels she should recognise, and she notices that its redrawing it, looking back and forth between the two. It’s a rectangle about half the size of the piece of A4, and there are some squiggles around the edges. On the discarded piece there’s another rectangle drawn just inside this, and there are some squares drawn in the middle, with wiggly lines that may indicate words. As she watches it draw the second version, she exclaims, “is that a phone?” 

The bird drops the marker and squeaks in surprise, as if it wasn’t finished and it didn’t think she would figure out what it is. She pets it on the head, thinking. “I’m not sure that I can do that… But I can see what I can negotiate.” At that, the creature pulls away from her hand, looking up at her with wide eyes. At first she thinks it’s thankful, but there’s something in the way it’s stiffened that makes her think something’s wrong, maybe it thinks this is impossible and she’ll get in trouble? So she keeps talking. “I’ll have to get the Overseer to sign off on something like that. Normally it’s only a case of filling out some forms and getting the… Well, someone higher than myself, to approve it. But a phone?” The crow has settled again, and is back within reaching distance, so she returns to petting its head, and it lets her, its feather’s fluffing as it nestles down onto the ground. “I’m sure I can think something up though. I’ll ask when I leave in a bit. My shift is nearly over.” The crow is now half leaning against one of her legs, and she runs her fingertips over the small, soft feathers of its forehead. It closes its eyes under her touch. “Is there something you want it for? Is it for writing on?” The creature shuffles, pulling out one of its legs from under its fluffy body, making the looping gestures that earlier meant ‘drawing’, rather than writing. “Drawing?” It drops its foot and nods slowly, settling again. 

At the end of today’s shift, she scoops the bird up, who flaps uncertainly at the new movement, and she gently places it down on top of the blanket and pillow pile. She pulls at the free side and folds the blanket over the creature’s body, tucking it in crudely. It trills and she smiles down at it. She almost wants to kiss it on the head like she does for her dog when she puts her into bed. But she resists. They’re not quite that close yet.

[deus-ex-mona]

w a i t suki kirai is how old now????

[julian-infrared]

dumbest thing I've read in an otherwise p good fic was that tonks couldn't shapeshift into a man and wonders what it would be like ?? she can have. a pig snout or a duck bill but a cock? beyond the pale. anyways she should peg lupin

[brandnewvoice]

jinxie

pairing: jinx x gn!reader - NSFW

warnings: no use of y/n or pronouns, 2nd person reader, use of nicknames (toots, baby) dom/service top!reader, bottom/sub!jinx, slight praise kink, very little begging, slight edging, slight orgasm denial ig, fingering, little teasing, slight marking, start of aftercare :)

author’s note: was looking so hard for a subby jinx but only found one :(, here’s my first ever smut fic ig.

jinx didn’t quite expect you, her pretty love, to get worried when she left in the middle of night to take a walk around with no warning, but she ended up finding you with a stern look on your face and crossed arms. she tried to flirt her way out of it, knowing the effect she had on you. it was obvious what was coming.

.🌀.

you break the kiss to push her onto the bed, climbing on top of jinx and grabbing at her waist.

“fuck were you thinking? no godamn warning at this hour?”

you scolded against her lips, entangling your legs with hers and lightly pressuring your thigh against her mound, reconnecting your lips again, nails digging onto her skin.

you could smell gunpowder on her, she got into a fight, though the lack of banging and yelling outside told you she took care of it.

she took your face into her hand as the other traveled to hold you into her at the back of your head. letting go of her waist you let your hands travel to her pants, getting her belt out of the way. your sloppy kisses trail down her jaw to her neck, open mouthed and messy as you left a few hickeys behind, knowing she wouldn’t even bother covering them.

you pull down her pants a little past her knees, mostly because she never remembers to get her shoes off but you also don’t got time for taking it off properly with jinx under you. you leave her underwear on, playing with the hem of it as you finish your job on her neck.

the tip of your finger finds her clothed clit, sparking it to life with slow circles, a small damp patch forming on her panties as her legs try closing around your knee.

“now, now, don’t close the shop on me, jinxie.”

warning her as you pull her panties down and open her legs again to gaze at her glistening pussy, wetness coating the pretty pink lips nicely from getting her worked up.

kissing over her thigh as you gather the slimy fluid to tease her entrance, enjoying her breathless sighs from underneath as you slowly sink a finger in.

you start with a slow pace together with a fee rubs on her clit, admiring the way her body tenses on every other stroke. sliding in the second finger into her tight heat, pace gradually speeding up, trying to get deeper and deeper into her cunt.

what once was a slow and sensual pace turned into a desperate desire to see jinx open up to you, beautiful and vulnerable at your hands. moving your body up feel her soft lips and hot tongue on yours again, your palm slaps her clit with every pound of you, of your fingers inside her heat.

your mouths mingle together, two different breaths melting into one, her moans swallowed silent by you until you curl your fingers and hit that sweet little spot hidden in her cunt, moans suddenly impossible to silence with your mouth.

“oops, did i find it?” you playfully ask her, your breath against her face, hitting mercilessly inside her knowing exactly what to tick her, watching her get louder and her grip the sheets below her, body tensing as a knot forms in her gut. a loud whine reverberated the room as you made sure the tip of your fingers, with no warning, barely brushed it.

“haAh- toots, c’mon- just fucking get m’ off- ngh- already” she whines, hips stuttering forward to get friction into the mushy star-seeing spot inside her until your hand holds her down by the hip.

“aw jinxie, how about you ask a little nicer and maybe i’ll help you with your little problem here.”

she grumbles in response, bottom lip almost bleeding from in between her teeth and eyebrows furrowed with simply not the right feel as your fingers never quit their steady pace inside her.

“fuck- please? let me cum, please i- i will be so good for you, i won’t sneak around like that again, i- please- just fuck- please”

a grin forms on your face at her messy pleading, “awh baby, it’s so hard to say no to you when you’re all whiny like this.”

hand then releasing her hips to caress her face gently before picking up the pace with your fingers again, mercilessly pounding the spot deep inside her cunt, the sound of squelching harmonising with jinx’s moans.

pressing soft kisses behind her ear as her back arched up from the bed, her hips stuttering against your pace.

“c’mon baby, you’re doing so well for me, yeah? pretty little thing aren’t you, all fucked up on my fingers, want t’see you come undone on my fingers, pretty.”

you gently whispered right by her ear, watching her face contort in pleasure as breathy moans wouldn’t stop rolling out her lips.

your name rolled out her tongue sweet and loud as her heat tightened around the slow pace you settled into for her to ride down her high. watching she catch her breath while you take your slimy fingers out of her snug cunt, gently tapping her sensitive clit to watch her legs twitch and whimper bubble up her throat.

“baby,” she whispered, wrapping her arms around yours as you licked your fingers clean. “are you still mad at me?” her voice was barely audible, face hiding behind your arm.

“of course not, baby blue. you just gotta tell me when you leave so suddenly in the middle of the night. ya got me worried there.” your eyes softened as you explained, caressing her face gently before picking her up bridal style. “let’s get ya all cleaned up.” pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

she groaned, just wanting to rest, “i’m not even that messed up.” she grumbled, making you look down at her state as you carried her to the bathroom, her head against your collarbone. you chuckled at the wet patches of sweat on her top and her sticky thighs.

“the chances you wake up in the middle of the night whining cus ‘you feel weird’ are very high. trust me, love.”

“oh c’mon, toots!”

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