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feralkwe · 6 months ago
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first 10 lines challenge
rules: post the first line of the last ten (or as many as you’re able to) works you’ve published and see if there are any patterns!
i was tagged by @azems-familiar
gonna tag @yamisnuffles (when she's back), @icescrabblerjerky (when they're back), @leggywillow, and @zeph0r (because i want to encourage her!). also if anyone else wants to play, feel free!
you
Elidibus' eyes—Ardbert's eyes—shifted from cold and narrowed to... something else entirely.
bad at love
The sun blazed over Iq Br'aax, and Kit happily turned her face up to meet it.
memories bring back memories
Lahabrea had, as Elidibus could have predicted if anyone had cared to ask, failed.
absence
The quiet beneath the Tempest sometimes stretched on so long that Emet-Selch forgot sound was an option.
let us listen to the moon
It had only been weeks for Kit, both prior to and after arriving on the First, but it had been years for the other Scions.
dream on
"There is something different about you."
what about us?
Thancred was gone when Kit woke up.
thnks fr th mmrs
"Kit? What are you doing here?"
to the edge (and back again)
At first it was warm.
i don't think there is really a pattern here. sometimes i like a short, punchy opener, sometimes i like a challenge of stringing clauses together, i guess. i also tend to introduce the pov character right away if i can, but not always. huh. fun.
thanks for the tag! 8D
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littlemochabunni · 1 year ago
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1-800-TROUBLE
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Serial Killer!Suguru Geto x Bimbo!Fem reader
Content: MDNI, WIP, (lowkey... probably highkey..) bimbo reader, blood and homicide mention, fuckboys victims;
smut might include: daddy kink, breeding kink, degrading + praise, c-pies, possibly knife play idk yet.
WC: 644 so far
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On your way home from a party you take a few wrong turns, and when you try to call your…. Overprotective boyfriend your phone dies before you get the chance to tell him the cross streets you’re at. With it being late on Halloween night, most of the house porch lights are off your feet continue to carry you down this foreign neighborhood until you hope to see someone could help you. Tear begin to sting your eyes with each street corner you turn, and the nip fall air strips you of any warmth from your cropped puffer jacket Suguru made you wear before you left. You definitely wish you listened when he warned you repeatedly to charge your phone too…
Police sirens are blaring in the far distance from where you originally started which means only one thing… “One of the officers can take me home!” Right…
Trying to follow the sounds to guide you out of the maze of houses you’re lost in. You find a group of men sitting in an open garage, drinking with the tv on in the background. **Although you know Suguru told you not to talk to strangers especially when they’re drunk, what other people were around that could possibly help you?**
“Excuse me? Hi, I’m like super lost…Can I borrow your phone or a charger please?” Every one of their eyes graze over your body before meeting your eyes, and of course the man that looks like the embodiment of a Chad speaks up first, “ooo a sweet bunny girl like you all alone? Need me to come warm you up?” You glance around the garage spotting the space heater near the couch he’s sitting on and a bright smile appears on your face. “It would be nice to get out of the cold while I charge my phone!” You happily skipping inside the garage to sit near the heater and immediately feel so much better now that your off your feet… Little did you know that with this little interaction…. you won’t be back on your feet anytime soon.
All eyes are on you and your like a innocent hare unaware of the foxes preying in the tall grass.
“So you gotta a name sweetheart?” Asked the store-brand version of Derek Shepherd. “Uhh I’m a bunny, duhh?” The men all blink at you before bursting out in a fit of laughter. You don’t understand how that was hilarious, but you’ll take it as a compliment. “Funny and cute… But seriously what’s your real name?”
Hearing that emergency number Suguru always tells you to remember if your lost coming from the braking news announcement about some house party incident. You focus on the tv and ignore ‘Chad’s’ questions, “Hey can you turn the tv up? I think I know that number.” The extra quiet man, who remains you of your friends creepy uncle Lester, turns up the tv and it retells the gruesome murders of the house party that just occurred half an hour ago….
“The next image we show may disturb some viewers…”
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Grumbles and tsk scatter among the men around you as they get a glance at the gruesome writings on the wall. You squint your eyes as you notice a simpler stamp Suguru uses when he writes you love letters…. Your stomach drops at the thought of someone using that beautiful stamp for something so… horrifying.
“This message along with a description of the women and the phone number were left at the scene of the crime…” The woman proceeds to describe you from the hair on your head to the holographic boots you’re wearing. The men in the garage are too drunk to realize that you’re exactly what the killers wants, “Please if anyone has any information regarding this women… please call: 1 (800) 876-8253… That’s 1-800-……TROUBLE… Again that number is 1-800-876-8253…”
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a/n:Might not be the entire planned posted I wanted but it’s some of it…. it still counts right?🥹
tags: @etherealxmaya @tojisbutterfly @fuyuaika @peachy-dove @hoshigray @bontensbabygirl @tophamhat-kyo @princess-of-fuckup @moonieper @dondake-senpai
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missmonsters2 · 2 years ago
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—Just Like Silk
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Pairing: Wednesday Addams x Fem!Reader/OFC
Summary: Wednesday is a rigid person. She wears the same type of clothes everyday, eats the same thing every morning, and always wears her hair in braids. You find something exhilrating about undoing all those things—undoing her.
Warnings: the intimacy is real
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Note: just a little something as I cry over my other wips 🫶 Likes, comments, & reblogs appreciated 💘
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Wednesday will never be the type of person to say the words, 'I love you,' even if she feels them. They could build in her chest and claw at the back of her throat, but they will never make it past her lips. 
The words themselves are incomprehensible. It carries too much and nothing at the same time, and Wednesday may never be ready to release them into the air where she can't monitor them. 
Love is flexible, and Wednesday is a very rigid person. 
The day starts the same way it always does. She wakes up at exactly 6:15AM, dresses in her monochrome clothing, and braids her hair neatly. After ensuring her bangs are brushed four times, she wakes Enid up before leaving for the cafeteria. 
The cafeteria is usually empty at this hour, with many students still sleeping and dreading their day. It's something Wednesday likes to soak in the quiet morning hours. She gets a tray and grabs the same thing she does every morning: a slice of toast with jam, much too sweet, and orange juice that will undoubtedly taste horrid after brushing her teeth. 
Wednesday's about to leave when her eye catches a small cup of fruit. It's filled with slices of strawberries and grapes, seemingly the last one, as the other cups are filled with apples and bananas.
Wednesday clenches her jaw, her hands tightening on the tray slightly. She begrudgingly grabs it, places it in the top left corner of her tray, and briskly walks to an empty table. She can already hear the miserable moans of students who are already awake and feels herself relax at it. 
As she grabs the little packet of salt and rips it open, someone slumps beside her on her left.
"G'morning," you mumble sleepily as you fight back a yawn and rub your right eyelid delicately. 
"You've been up early." Wednesday skips the greeting as she sprinkles the salt on her toast. "Why?"
You smile lazily at her and rest your temple against your hand on the table. You point at the fruit cup on her tray, and Wednesday makes no movement to suggest you can or cannot take it, but you do. 
"Because if I'm not, you'll have grabbed the fruit cup for nothing," you tell her as you pop a slice of strawberry in your mouth. 
"Are you suggesting that I'm grabbing it for you?" Wednesday's tone is threatening, and her eyes are narrowed at you. 
"I would hope you are," you pop a grape into your mouth. "I'll be upset if you're grabbing fruit cups for other people. That's a terrible thing to do to your girlfriend."
The words do something to Wednesday, making her both miserable and filled with pride. 
All of this was new to Wednesday, but if she was honest, the beginning of you didn't disrupt her life. Yes, there had been times she was vexed because of you and what you made her feel, but you didn't disrupt her rigidity. 
Wednesday had still woken up at the same time, did the same things in the morning, and ate the same foods. 
Until recently, it seemed. 
Usually, you weren't up until just before the bell rang, often forgoing breakfast for sleep. Then suddenly, you showed up one day, five minutes after Wednesday sat down. You didn't have much of an appetite in the morning, but you looked on in envy at one of the students eating a fruit cup with strawberries and grapes as they typically were the first to be gone. 
And Wednesday had watched you stare at the fruit cup. 
"You think too highly of yourself," Wednesday's narrowed eyes relaxed. "I'm merely taking it to deprive others—"
You shoved a grape into her mouth, smiling innocently as Wednesday looked murderous.
"You should eat some fruit in the morning, ma diable. It's good for you."
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You've been disruptive lately, and you know it. 
It's hard not to push Wednesday's boundaries, knowing she'll let you in it. She may grumble and threaten your life, but she quietly does. She may never tell you she loves you but, quite frankly, this was better.
You had woken up early one day on a whim, and it had nothing to do with disrupting Wednesday and all to do with the fact you simply missed her. And then the next day, when you showed up early again, Wednesday had been waiting for you with a fruit cup. There was no promise you'd be there early again, but Wednesday had done it, and that could only mean that she hoped you would be there. 
So, sacrificing some sleep for your murderous girlfriend, who always saved you the best fruit cup, was well worth it. 
And now, on a Thursday evening with it pouring outside, you were about to be disruptive again. 
You watched as Wednesday typed stoically, her hands never hesitating. She worked methodically, the story endlessly pouring from her mind and her hands working in tandem. 
When Wednesday returns the carriage, you see your opportunity. 
"Wednesday," you call softly from her bed, grabbing her attention as she looks at you without moving her head. 
"What?" Wednesday looks back at her paper.
"It's raining."
"Stellar observation."
You smile at her. "It's raining, so come keep me company."
"We are in each other's company, are we not?"
"Come actively keep me company."
Wednesday furrowed her brows, her lips pursed in displeasure. She turned fully to you, and you knew it could go either way. "You know I write every day for an hour," Wednesday reminded you.
You nodded. "I know, and tomorrow you'll have an hour, and the next day after that, and the next day after that." Sitting up, you look at her more clearly. "But today is the only Thursday evening with thunderous rain and my shifting desire for you to keep me company."
"Are you saying you won't want my company the next time it rains on a Thursday evening?" Wednesday's looked even more displeased and threatening. 
"I suppose we'll only know the next rainy Thursday," you nonchalantly retorted. 
It was silent as Wednesday debated it; your breath caught in your chest. When she sighed, you smiled wider. Wednesday stood up and walked over to her bed, sitting at the edge rigidly. 
"What do you want to do?" Wednesday asked to deflect how weirdly awkward she felt right now. "I've had enough of beating you at scrabble, so not that."
You chuckled without answering as you leaned over towards her, lifting your hand gently to grab her braid and dragging your hand down softly until it reached the end. 
"Wednesday, I've never seen you with your hair down," you commented.
Wednesday remained rigid.
"Yes," her voice was stiff. "I only take them out before bed."
You hummed, playing with her braid. 
"Wednesday," you called softly again, and Wednesday almost wanted to command you to stop saying her name like that. Except, she can't. She enjoys the way you say it.
"Can I undo your braids?"
The rain thumps against the window roughly, and Wednesday was glad it covered how harshly her own heartbeat was against her chest. It beat with a mission to break her rib cage. 
"You can say no," you told her softly. 
Wednesday closed her eyes. As much as the word 'no' was in her vocabulary, she nodded once stiffly. You pulled at her, and she let you guide her to sit further on the bed. You sat facing her side as you softly grabbed a braid, gently removing the black elastic at the end. 
Wednesday braids her hair so often that it stays in its form without the elastic. But as you start to weave your fingers through the strands of her hair, gently undoing the work she'd done this morning, something starts clawing at the back of her throat. 
You looked at Wednesday as her hair fell like water through your fingers. Her eyes were closed with concentration, and every time she swallowed, you could see it. 
It was silent as you worked on the second braid, dragging your fingers through her dark hair. When it was in their neat braids, they were contained and distinguished. But undone, they were wild waves and slipped through your fingers unless you endeavored to tame them. 
You continued to run your fingers through her hair, even after the braids were undone, watching as the strands slipped from you.
"Your hair is just like silk," you said just seconds before there was a crack of thunder. 
Wednesday didn't comment. Her hands were tightly gripped in her lap to the point where her knuckles were white. 
You brush her hair over her shoulder, the waves cascading down her back like beads of water. Your hand slid against her jaw as you cupped the back of her neck. 
You pulled and pulled at her, and she let you until you were sharing the same air. 
"Wednesday," you murmur, your lips brushing against hers. Wednesday visibly swallowed, her eyes opened and intently looked at you, but you're looking at her lips. 
You kiss her tenderly, then. It would've been more chaste if Wednesday hadn't insisted on pressing against your lips more firmly and lingered. When you pulled back, your thumb caressed the bottom of her lip.
"Wednesday," you said her name, and Wednesday didn't think you knew how disruptive it also was in the way you said her name. "Your lips are soft just like silk, too."
"I see this has been your agenda all long as of late," Wednesday's voice is quiet as she basks in your scent and cold fingers. You had such terrible circulation, and she's obsessed with it. "You're suave at being disruptive."
Wednesday bit your bottom lip before her tongue smoothed it over. 
"Just like silk."
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onceuponastory · 1 year ago
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ball of fluff - bucky barnes
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Plot: Bucky tells Y/N how he met Alpine. Pairing: BestFriends!Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader (but maybe there's something more there... 👀 it's me, of course there is) Warnings: A few mentions of Bucky's past as The Winter Soldier, and how we was used and controlled without his consent. Also includes mentions of how Bucky hates himself for what he did, and the nightmares he has. But as always, if I miss any triggers, please let me know! Notes: Hey, I finally finished a WIP, hahaha. And it's another episode of "this was supposed to be a drabble but it's over 1k words."
Not beta'd, so any mistakes are my own.
“Morning.” Y/N smiles, walking into the kitchen at Avengers HQ. The room is mostly empty, aside from Bucky. He lounges on the couch, scrolling through his phone and laughing to himself about something on the screen. When Y/N sits beside him, he murmurs a greeting before immediately going back to laughing.
“What’s so funny?”
“Oh, it’s just Alpine.” Bucky replies. “Look, I got him a new toy mouse a few days ago, and he’s already destroyed it.” He grins, holding out his phone to show her the picture. Y/N leans in, laughing when she sees the picture, especially the satisfied look on Alpine’s face. It’s nice, seeing Bucky laughing like this, sounding so happy. Although, it is a little weird.
Because Bucky looks so intimidating usually, the master of a death glare. And yet here he is, making cute cooing noises and laughing over pictures of his cat like a completely different person from what history and the news will tell you. But she likes this version of Bucky a lot.
Well, she likes everything to do with Bucky Barnes a lot. Like the way he always makes her heart skip a beat, or how she always has a lovesick smile on her face whenever she’s around him. She just can’t bring herself to tell him that though.
“If you don’t mind me asking…” Y/N asks, her brow raised. “How did you find Alpine?” Bucky’s own brows furrow.
“You’re asking that like it’s a weird question.”
“I just mean, knowing you, I thought you found him on a mission somewhere and rescued him from an evil base, from some supervillain like in James Bond.” She chuckles. “Screw damsels in distress, you rescue cats in distress!” She grins.
“What is it you actually think I do?” Bucky raises a brow, yet can’t stop another grin from tugging at the corner of his mouth. A sight that makes Y/N’s smile grow just that little wider. God, she’s got it bad.
“You know, superhero stuff.” Y/N shrugs, and Bucky chuckles.
“Well, I may be a hero, but I found Alpine in a perfectly normal way.…”
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One year ago….
The room is filled with noise, and Bucky awkwardly fiddles with his gloves. He really should take them off at some point. New year, new him and all that. And, of course, being pardoned helps as well. That one might take a little longer, though. This task is small, and manageable. Although, when you have spent your entire life being used as a weapon and fighting space monsters on the regular, everything seems minor in comparison.
Right now though, it feels huge, like when they first faced down Thanos for the first time. Or when he came back to earth after being gone for five years and became a man out of time all over again. 
“Hello sir, how can I help you?” The voice of a staff member makes him jump slightly. He’s still not used to this, to being noticed and to being someone, to being Bucky Barnes, rather than a weapon used and controlled without his consent. Rather than The Winter Soldier.
To be honest, he’s not sure if he’ll ever be used to it. 
“Hi. I was thinking of getting a pet. I was thinking about a cat, but I’m open to anything, really.” Of course Bucky doesn’t tell him it’s because he’s so alone, and thinks he might lose his mind again if he’s alone any longer. The nights get so lonely sometimes, especially with as many nightmares that he has. Being alone with his thoughts, forced to confront what he did for so long every night, is his own personal hell. A punishment he wouldn’t wish on anyone. Maybe being responsible for another life, rather than taking it away, will be good for him.
That is, if he doesn’t fuck this up, too.
“Of course, sir.” The man smiles, beckoning for Bucky to follow, which he does. “We have plenty of cats available, from kittens to seniors. Do you have any specific breed in mind? Any age or gender?” 
All the questions make Bucky furrow his brows together. Choosing a cat seems to be harder than he thought. Obviously, he wasn’t expecting to just walk in and for someone to just hand him a cat, but still. “Not really.” The staff member nods, smiling.
“That’s totally fine. You’re not the first who just wants to walk around. I’ll show you what we have, and we can go from there.”
Bucky looks at every variety of cat and kitten at the shelter. They’re all adorable, but none of them feel right, like his cat. Suddenly, he sees a little white ball of fluff curled up against the corner of a cage. They don’t even move when Bucky approaches. “Who’s this?” He asks.
“That’s Alpine.” Alpine looks up, looking for whoever came to see him. His blue eyes stare at Bucky for a moment, and he cocks his head to the left slightly before burying his face back into his fur. “Sorry, he’s really shy. We’re not sure if he likes people that much.” Bucky chuckles. Well, at least he sounds like him. Bucky doesn't like people that much either. Maybe this’ll be a good match after all. “Do you want to see some more cats?” The staff member asks, but Bucky keeps staring at Alpine, watching as his little head pops up again, checking to see if the stranger outside his cage has gone. 
“Hey there, buddy.” He whispers, smiling. He expects him to curl away from him again, but to his surprise, he takes a few steps forward towards him, tentatively sniffing the air, then Bucky’s gloved hand. Bucky chuckles, murmuring an “aww.” to himself as Alpine brushes his head against his fingers, nuzzling into them and purring. 
“Wow! He rarely does this. You must be special.” Yet the man’s voice fades out as Bucky and Alpine make eye contact. At Christmas time, Sam and his nephews showed him that movie The Grinch, where his heart grows three sizes after he discovers the true meaning of Christmas. Originally, Bucky wrote that off as cheesy nonsense, but now he feels it happening for real as he looks at this tiny little cat. He smiles. He’s perfect.
“I’ll take him.”
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“Brought him home about a week later, and the rest is history.” Bucky smiles.
“Oh. My. God.” Y/N gasps. “That’s so cute. Turns out you’re just a big softie deep down, huh, Buck?” She chuckles. Bucky flushes pink, and Y/N continues to grin. 
“Don’t say a word.” Bucky hisses, but Y/N keeps laughing and smiling. And despite how much he wants to keep it cool, and act like it’s not affecting him, Bucky can’t help but laugh. Because she’s right. Sometimes (more often than he’d like to admit) Bucky hangs onto his Winter Soldier persona, using it like a mask to hide behind. After all, it’s better than having to meet new people all the time, and to actually make relationships with people. People who could disappoint him, or leave him when things got too hard. Nobody would ever go near him if they thought he was still like that, still an asshole who would kill you if you looked the wrong way at him.
But with Y/N… he doesn’t want to hide himself anymore. She makes him the happiest he’s ever been in a long time, and brings out the best parts of him, the parts he thought were gone forever. Her laughter rings through the air, the sound the sweetest melody he’s ever heard, and Bucky just can’t stop smiling. Y/N likes him for who he is, and despite how much he hates himself… Bucky loves the way she makes him feel. 
Well… he loves Y/N more than anything in the world. But she does make him feel pretty damn great.
“You know, Alpine sounds amazing. Maybe I’ll meet him one day.” She smiles. The thought makes Bucky’s heart grow even more, this time so big it could explode out of his chest. His two favourite people, the people he loves most in the world, meeting each other.
“Yeah.” He chuckles, smiling softly. “Maybe one day.”
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Maybe we'll see reader meet Alpine..... 👀
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vesanal · 2 months ago
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₊˚。⋆❆⋆。˚₊The 3rd Day of Writemas₊˚。⋆❆⋆。˚₊
Howdy!! Back at it again with Writmas! It’s kinda late sinceI live in a completely different timezone so yeah T_T. Uh anyways, Here is the invite post! And here are the prompts for Day 3!!!
Prompts used:
Setting: A carriage
Narration: She had never felt so alone in all her life.
Dialogue: "Tell me everything."
A new one is about to drop so it may be a bit short! I’m trying to get on track with the rest of y’all haha. 
Read about the WIP here!!
Here it is!
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“Set course to the Capital.” 
Aerlyra froze in her tracks. The Capital? As in The Capital? Haukrosen? It was almost a foreign word to her now. Almost a lifetime had passed since she had heard the city’s name, much less been there. She hadn’t thought she would ever be back. Not after such a short time, anyways. 
“Tell me what exactly we are doing, Sir. Tell me everything." Aerlyra prodded them. Though, regret washed over her. No one ever talks back to a Queensmen. She winced in anticipation of a reprimand. 
“Ms. Ghorne, we do not have all day.” The Queensmen muttered, seemingly stifling a response. 
She noticed his strange attitude towards her. Something was important about her. Almost like she had to be protected. Something larger was happening. Something right under her nose. Could it be related to those disappearances? Why me, of all people?
Aerlyra quelled her thoughts down. Nothing gets down with thoughts like that. Her gaze shifted to the step that laid out in front of her. The cart was huge, about half the size of her cabin. Expensive golden rods held it up, winding around the body intricately. It was quite the spectacle, looking out of place in this neck of the woods.
Though, She stayed in her spot. Was hesitancy or fear that weighed her feet down? Her heart skipped a couple of beats. This step was too large for her to take. She looked back at her quaint cabin in the woods. Before she knew it, her own two feet jumped onto the stairs of the carriage. After she regained her footing, she held onto the sides of the cart. She looked down at her clothes. They were nice—yes—, but not something to meet the Queen in. Then at her home. The only thing that kept her warm these days. A comforting place with no worries. There must be a reason they chose me. That the Queen chose me. A purpose. Yes–a higher one perhaps, but a purpose nonetheless. Something ignited within Aerlyra. She could feel her body temperature rise, and the biting cold air did little to stop it. Again, she looked back at her shack. It stood quiet. Miniscule. Broken down. Covered in snow. Separated from the rest of the world. Truth was, she had never felt so alone in all her life. So, wiping off the ice cold snow from her coat, she hops inside the carriage, planting herself firmly into the seat where she eagerly awaits the long journey to begin. 
Remember to be formal. She told herself, smiling for the first time in a while, You don’t want to mess up your only chance. ------------------------------
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thebiggerbear · 5 months ago
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WIP Wednesday - 9/18/24 - Beau Arlen x Reader
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A/N: Something I've been working on since late last year. Any specific spoilers have been taken out.
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Warnings: a smidgen of smut/implications; language
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Your phone buzzed from where it sat on the floor, presumably where you’d dropped it the night before as you both stumbled into the room, lips and limbs locked while clothes flew everywhere. The vibration broke into your reverie when you heard it again. It was probably Jenny texting you to check in. You really should move to get it to answer her, but you hated to disturb Beau after such a late night, where you’d kept him going like the damn Energizer bunny. Plus, you were nice and warm here against him, all cozy and snuggled up into his side with his arm wrapped around you and pinning you to him, the cold chill of the morning kept at bay. You were in no hurry to leave your toasty cocoon, or to rush back to reality. You burrowed your head into his chest and closed your eyes, content to stay there. There was no way you were moving right now; you’d text Jenny as soon as you could muster the courage to move one bare foot from under the covers and place it on the cold ground.
A minute later, you began to have all-too familiar pangs and you nearly moaned in frustration. You were going to have to get up whether you wanted to or not. You mentally cursed out your bladder and attempted to carefully extract yourself from Beau’s grip. You were just about free when his arm suddenly tightened around you and brought you back towards him, his eyes open and intent on you. “Where’re you running off to, sweetheart?” His voice was deeper than usual, evidence of sleep still masking it. He had phrased the question in a teasing way, like always, but underneath you swore you could detect a tiny layer of hurt. As if you would have just skipped out the door while he was still asleep, no note left behind, no goodbye, nothing. Sure, you both may have had one hell of a one night stand, but he was still your best friend; you could never do that to him.  
You slipped your fingers up into his hair, tenderly stroking his scalp and making his eyes close halfway. He loved it when you did that. “To the bathroom,” you reassured him, noting the relief that began to saturate his features. “I really have to go. I think my bladder might explode.”
He had been pressing a tender kiss to your wrist when he let out an amused chuckle. “It’s not going to explode.” He released you and gave you a warm smile. “But all the same, you should go take care of business.” 
You gave him a nod and got to your feet, grimacing. You had been right; the floor was cold as hell. You grabbed his shirt and quickly slipped it on, only doing up a few buttons to give you basic coverage. You glanced back at him to find him watching you, his smile suddenly melting into a smirk and his eyes darkening slightly. Uh oh.
“Make sure you hurry back, darlin’.”
You watched as he placed an arm behind his head and laid fully on his back, making the very obvious tent underneath the sheet covering him stand tall. Your eyes widened slightly and you felt the pangs of something else stirring, flooding you with memories of just how well Beau had fucked you with that last night. You pressed your teeth into your lip to keep from moaning out loud when you saw him move the sheet away and wrap his hand around his erection, slowly sliding his hand up and down. 
“I thought you were going.” Your eyes met his and you could see the teasing gleam that was all too present. 
Normally, you would have teased back but right then you couldn’t care less about his cockiness. All you did was want. You felt a familiar ache between your legs that you had felt last night and it wasn’t the soreness. Besides, two could play that game.
“I suddenly don’t have to go anymore.” You made your way back onto the bed, slowly crawling up his legs to right where his hand was, wetting your lips with your tongue. 
His free hand lifted your chin to look at him. “Go. Like I said, just hurry back. Or I’ll come in and take care of this in the shower while you watch.” Seeing his dark gaze and hearing his voice dip in register, in addition to the very naughty images he put in your head just then, you were tempted to mount him right there, your bladder be damned. 
“You know, I’m technically a guest and a guest should automatically get breakfast,” you purred, running your fingers teasingly up his length until they met his. 
“Breakfast, huh?” He suddenly lunged forward, smacking his hands onto your ass and pulled you into his lap, making you squeak loudly in surprise. He yanked his shirt down enough to engulf your nipple into his mouth, eliciting a gasp from you and forcing you to coil your fingers into his hair, holding him that much closer to you. You felt his erection rubbing into you from behind and you moved back against it, moaning quietly. He released your nipple with a pop and trailed his lips up to your neck. Your fingers tightened their grip on him, and you began to rock yourself a little more fervently against him. You wanted him badly, and if you didn’t get what you wanted in the next few seconds, you didn’t know what you’d do. 
“Baby,” he murmured into your ear. “I’ll give you all the breakfast you want if you go take care of business and come right back.” He nibbled at your earlobe and then moved back to your neck, feasting on that spot he had found last night and making your eyes cross.
Fuck.
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onlyonetifosi · 2 years ago
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When marimba rhythm starts to play
-> two lovers reunion
-> WARNINGS: cheesy fluf ahead
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As you stood in the kitchen, stirring the sauce for Carlos's favorite pasta dish, you couldn't help but feel excited. He was due to arrive home any minute now after the preseason testing in Bahrein, and you wanted to make sure everything was perfect for him. The aroma of garlic and tomatoes filled the air as you hummed to myself, imagining the smile on Carlos's face when he took his first bite.
Suddenly, you heard the sound of the front door opening, and your heart skipped a beat, wipping your hands on the apron as he approached the kitchen, he saw you standing in front of the stove, stirring a pot of pasta. You turned around and beamed at him, and he couldn't help but smile back. He walked over to you and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you close.
"Hola, mi amor," he said, his eyes lighting up as he saw you, "I missed you," he said while nuzzling his face into your neck.
"I missed you too, cariño" you replied, leaning into his embrace. "You did so well, I'm proud of you"
"It was good," he said. "But I'm glad to be home."
As we pulled away, you noticed the exhaustion in his eyes. "You must be tired," you said sympathetically. "Come sit down, dinner will be ready soon."
Carlos nodded, and we made our way to the kitchen, where he took a seat at the table. You served him a generous portion of the pasta, and he dug in eagerly, savoring every bite.
"This is amazing," he said, smiling at me. "Thank you."
You grinned back at him, feeling a surge of pride. "Anything for you."
After dinner, Carlos leaned back in his chair, his eyes closed as he savored the taste of the food. You cleared the table and started washing the dishes, but I couldn't help feeling restless. You wanted to do something special for him, to make him forget about the stress of the preseason testing and just enjoy our time together.
You took his hand and led him over to the small radio sitting on the counter. You turned it on and the sound of a lively salsa tune filled the room. Carlos looked at you in confusion, but you just smiled and started swaying to the beat.
"Come on," you said, taking his hand again. "Let's dance."
Carlos laughed, but he couldn't resist your enthusiasm. He let you lead him into the middle of the kitchen and soon they were both moving to the rhythm of the music.
For a moment, they forgot about everything else. They were lost in the joy of the music, moving together in perfect harmony. Carlos was surprised at how good you were at dancing, he had never seen this side of you before. It was like you were a different person on the dance floor.
"You know, you're pretty good at this," Carlos said, catching his breath.
You laughed. "Well, I had a good teacher," you said, winking at him.
Carlos smiled and pulled you close again. "I'm so lucky to have you," he said, kissing you softly.
You wrapped your arms around his neck and melted into his embrace. It was moments like these that made all the hard work and sacrifice worth it. Carlos may have been a Formula 1 driver, but in this moment he was just a man in love with his girlfriend.
His head leaning on your shoulder, swaying to the music with you. You can feel his torso pushed up against your back. His cologne fills your nose. Your body relaxes against his as you wrap your hands along his arms and smile. 
He turns you around and pulls you closer to himwhile you look into his brown eyes and his handsome smile, taking in all of his brilliant facial features from his silky-smooth brown hair to the stubble of his beard. You reach up and rub his stubble as you smile at him. He smiles and leans in to give you the most tender kiss on your lips.  
After the day you had, this is what you looked forward to. Feeling his strong arms wrapped around you and giving you sweet tender kisses.
Those tender kisses turned into deeper ones. Carlos grips the back of your head and pushed you closer. His tongue pressing against your lips asking for access. You grant him access as you feel his tongue pressed against yours.
He pulls back from kissing you, licking his lips to taste the sauce of the pasta you had for dinner.
You smile hoping he notices it before you both collapse and sleep like babies.
That lend you into a romantic pasionante night. Before you fall totally asleep, you hear him "I love you bonita"
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verbenaa · 3 months ago
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5, 6, 9, 10, 20, 25, 30 for the writer asks! (feel free to skip some of these if it's too many 😭)
ahhh thank you so much for sending these in my friend 🥹💖 I've been a little down the past week or two and this is the perfect way to get myself reaquainted with being back on the internet after a unexpected semi-break 😅 (answering from here!)
5. first sentence of the fifth paragraph of an unpublished WIP.
“I’ll stop saying it over and over again when you realize that I am right.”
I'll give you 3 guesses as to who says that line lmao
6. the word that appears the most in your current draft (wordcounter.net can tell you).
lmao it's Astarion 😂 very unsurprising I guess, considering this chapter is 60% his POV and the boy is having some serious introspection
9. start to finish, how long did it take you to write the last fic you posted?
Since I am currently working on chapter 9 of to eden I’ll do that, which has taken me a grand total of 8 weeks and 2 days to completion as I am finishing up last round of edits today so I can post either tonight or tomorrow 😅. A fast writer, I am not. HOWEVER I did also post two other fics in that 2 month period, which is a lot for me! Fingers crossed chapter 10 will take half the time that 9 did.
10. what is the longest amount of time you’ve let a draft rest before you finished it?
Oooh definitely the last fic I posted which was technically started back in may or June and not posted until a few weeks back. technically it was only like a 600 word draft though, so not like a whole story. 
20. in what year did you publish your first fic? This very year!!!! I posted my first ever fic back on January 12th ❄️💝
25. besides writing, what are your other hobbies? I arguably don’t have a ton of free time, which means that writing is kind of my only hobby. But recently when I have happened to have free time and am not writing I’ve been enjoying drawing again! procreate and I are still figuring our shit out, but we're getting there. I also watch Star Trek nightly with my husband, engage in excessive Pinterest activity, and have been playing a lot of love & deepspace in bed at night before i pass out
30. share a fic you’re especially proud of. The most recent one I posted, all my dreaming is put to shame. I never intended on it to reach the level of depth and emotion that it did and I’m pretty proud of that! I was also incredibly nervous about it as I wasn't really sure how it would resonate with readers, but it's turned out to be very well liked! I'm still responding to people's comments on it because everyone was so nice that I got a little flustered by all the praise (which is a good thing, everyone please fluster me more.) (Also proud of myself for channeling that same energy for chapter 9 of to eden so prepare yourself I guess 😌 haha)
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purple-ant · 10 months ago
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IT'S WIP WEDNESDAY, MINES
here is a tiny snippet from the next chapter of my silly marriage au fic, Single Seers
“So...?”
“Yes, sorry,” Dooku slowed down to their previous walking pace and let go of Sifo-Dyas’s hand. “Servants. The first days the castle was empty, only a couple of droids left by Ramil, but Jenza was not happy with this way of things, so one day I returned from the city and was greeted by all these “my lord” and “your grace” from every corner.”
“You've dealt with servants before.” For a Jedi negotiator like Dooku, many missions involved luxurious houses and meetings, and they required maintenance.
“Yes, but not like that...” Dooku waved his hand, as if unable to convey the entire palette of emotions in words. “...Devotees. It is their honor and greatest joy to serve House Serenno, behavior that is familiar in other contexts of course, but has never been directed at me. And not within a month!”
Sifo-Dyas couldn't help but laugh as he saw Dooku get worked up, earning him an offended look.
“Laugh, laugh, I’ll ask you again after a week of “Mr” and “Sir” and “Will you allow me to accompany you every step of the way, sir, so that, Forebears forbid, you don’t need to do something yourself, sir?”
“Of course,” Sifo-Dyas smiled. “Should I also thank you for hiding information about my arrival?”
“Yes, believe me, none of us wants to find out how they imagine the future consort should be greeted.”
“Hah, I guess...” curiosity killed the loth-cat, but Sifo-Dyas felt that if he didn’t ask now, he would never be able to. “You know, you might not have waited for me to answer.”
“I wouldn’t even think of doing this without your consent!” Dooku was indignant, then frowned. “I’m not sure that this can even be done without the information and consent of the other party.”
“No, I’m talking about the call,” the seer’s smile twisted. “I bet there would be a line of nobles out the door if you had even mentioned that you were looking for a partner.”
“And I would spend the rest of my life listening to the Force, waiting for a stab in the back, or, even worse, watch their attempts to manipulate me,” the future count winced.
“Well, you would spend the rest of your life with me,” Sifo-Dyas did not know what emotions he put into these words. Something very similar to hope.
“And, you know, I don’t take my words lightly,” Dooku apparently wasn’t finished. “I still honor my knightly vows, even though my allegiance may no longer lie with the Order. Serenno and its people are my priority, and I intend to fulfill my every oath as a Count. Marriage will be no exception.”
Sifo-Dyas's heart stumbled, leaping to his throat and falling into his stomach, skipping a stop in his chest. He wanted to hit himself first for such a childish reaction, and then Dooku for such a choice of words.
“I had no doubt,” he managed.
“Seriously,” Dooku turned to Sifo-Dyas, and yes, there was not a hint of joke in his gaze when he looked into the eyes of the seer. “If I had to choose one person to spend the rest of my life with, sharing everything this world tries to throw our way, it would be you.”
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kirythestitchwitch · 1 year ago
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Klaroline WIP Wed - Freaky Friday Time Travel Fic - Part 3
Part One Here
Part Two Here
“Seriously, why are you naked?” She may have shrieked a little. “And why are we in Paris? Is this your idea of a date? Because you are taking me home right now, buddy. I cannot believe you kidnapped me.”
A hand pulled at her wrist, dragging her hand away from her eyes, and Klaus glared down at her. Unbidden, her gaze dropped, and thankfully he was wearing jeans. They could have been zipped up a bit more but small favors. 
“Who are you?” He looked her over, taking in her baby doll top and skinny jeans, her bare feet on the concrete balcony. “You’re not my Caroline.”
“I’m not your anything.” She glared back. “I mean, I thought we were friends but friends don’t kidnap each other, Klaus. Just a big freaking clue, in case you skipped Friends 101.” Was he having Silas delusions again?
Eyes still hostile as he looked her over, his expression turned calculating. “You sound like her.” His other hand darted into her hair and pulled her head to the side, where he pressed his nose against her temple and inhaled. “You smell like her.”
Caroline froze, a hand raised against his chest in reflex. God, whatever new cologne he was using smelled amazing and this was absolutely not the time to be thinking about that. For the first time in what felt like a long time, she might be in danger from Klaus.
“Klaus–” she started to form his name in irritation.
“Only one way to be sure,” he murmured, and she barely had time to wonder what he meant before the sharp pleasure-pain of his fangs sinking into her neck caused her to go stiff in surprise, a strangled little sound escaping her lips. It was over almost as quickly as it had begun, and he was offering her a bloody wrist. “Drink up, love.”
Glaring at him, she might have bit down on his wrist harder than was necessary as she drank down the cure for the faint burning that was starting to warm the bite on her neck. Judging by the humorous gleam in his eyes, he understood her anger.
“Not a witch construct, then,” he said, pulling his wrist back once she released him.
“Some warning would have been nice!” She tugged her arm being held by him and surprisingly he let her go. “You can tell that from one bite?”
Lips tipped in amusement. “I am intimately familiar with your taste by now.” Klaus’ eyes narrowed. “Which brings me to my first question: what year is it?”
“Is this a joke?” Rubbed the skin where he had bitten her, smooth now. If she’d had any doubts about if he wasn’t who he was supposed to be, the burn of the hybrid venom would have been proof enough.
A look of great patience settled on his face. “The year, sweetheart, if you please?”
“2011, last I checked,” she said, and resignation sat in his eyes. The obvious answer hit her like a Mac truck. “Oh my god, did I time-travel to Paris? What year is it for you?”
“2078.”  
A sound that was not quite a squeak escaped her. “That’s like sixty-something years. What am I doing in Paris with you?” The most important part of the equation occurred to her, and she blurted it out without thinking. “What am I doing in Paris with you naked?” 
He licked his lips, opened his mouth with a sly little tilt to his lips, dimples creasing his cheeks with whatever profane thing was about to come out, and quickly she clapped her hand over his mouth, her own cheeks burning. “Don’t answer that!” she hissed, “You could break the space-time continuum, and then what? The universe implodes!”
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b-plot-butch · 1 year ago
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20 Questions For Fic Writers!
Thank you so much for the tag, @honeyteacakes!! I loved reading your responses. This was so much fun to do.
1. How many works do you have on AO3?
35! Some of them are locked to attempt to minimise AI scraping.
2. What’s your total AO3 word count?
44,236 holy shit
3. What fandoms do you write for?
Currently, I’m pretty deeply embedded in the Sandman-verse. But I’ve also written an AC Odyssey fic recently.
4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?
I’m skipping this one because I embedded so many links in this post and I don’t wanna do it anymore. 😂 And people can just filter by kudos on AO3 if they’re interested.
5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?
I respond EXTREMELY slowly, but I make every effort to reply to comments when I have the energy to spare. It means a lot to me when people take the time to tell me what they liked about my stories.
6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
Oooh. Good question. It’s either “pour the dirt into our bed” (Ranger’s Apprentice, referencing homophobia faced in a queerplatonic relationship) or “if you want voices in the dark, listen to mine” (Good Omens, after a temptation gone wrong.)
7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
I write a fair amount of tender stories, so there are a lot of possible answers to this one! Potentially it’s “our place in the sun” (Sandman, Lucienne/Calliope domestic fluff) which is all about coming to rest and settling into love. Another option is “throw down that spade and dig up the garden” (Good Omens, Ineffable Husbands) which is about…pretty much the same thing, now that I think about it. 😂
8. Do you get hate on fics?
Thankfully not. I genuinely can’t understand why people leave hate comments on fics. Sure, there’s a lot of things I take issue with in certain fandoms, but I bitch about that stuff strictly IN MY OWN SPACE, I absolutely do not barge into other people’s spaces to do it. I never will and you can hold me to that.
9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?
I WANT TO. I’m working on it!! I actually have a smut prompt ask game queued up for next year, when I’ll have fewer writing obligations. As for what kind, I want to write so much femslash smut. There is devastatingly little in the Sandman fandom.
10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?
OHOHOHO. I have written a Los Simuladores/Good Omens crossover and it is genuinely one of my favorite stories that I’ve ever written. “every morning the same big and little words all spelling out desire” is appropriately zany, hopefully sexy, and seasoned with a dash of angst to balance the flavors.
(Shout out to @jlemonster for writing such a glowing post about it, it makes me happy just remembering it.)
Another crossover I’m working on is Johanna Constantine/Mary Poppins. I PROMISE it will make sense when it’s written. …well, maybe. 😂
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
Nope.
12. Have you ever had a fic translated?
Yes!!! As part of Fandom Trumps Hate this year I had two fics of mine wonderfully translated into Spanish by @yourneighborhoodneighbor and it was an amazing experience.
13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?
Nope. I don’t know if that would work with my writing habits, tbh. Maybe someday though, if the right idea and right person come along!
14. What’s your all time favorite ship?
Oh GOD. Complicated question!! There are ships I’m currently enamored of, obviously, but who knows if they’ll stand the test of time? I know that Kaz/Inej (Six of Crows) and Irina/Jack (Alias) did something to my adolescent brain that may never be undone, but that’s the closest I can get to an answer to this question.
15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?
I’ve got a Good Omens Ineffable Wives AU inspired by Anne of Green Gables that is very dear to me, and has many aspects I’m extremely proud of, but I don’t know if I’ll ever finish it. My interest in Good Omens has flagged of late and unfortunately I don’t know if I’ll complete many of my WIPs for that fandom!
16. What are your writing strengths?
I like to think I have a good grasp on characters’ voices! Also, I think I write tactile and descriptive details well.
17. What are your writing weaknesses?
TRANSITIONS ARE THE BANE OF MY EXISTENCE
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?
I have done it once!!! For the aforementioned Los Simus fic. It was so much fun, and a good challenge for me. The dialogue was in Spanish (with very valuable help from @thisisnotjuli) and I loved writing how the two characters spoke in somewhat differing dialects.
19. First fandom you wrote for?
Oh, lord. Probably Harry Potter? By hand, in a notebook from the dollar store. I was probably about eight or nine.
20. Favorite fic you’ve written?
They’re my children. My babies. My beloved frogspawn. I can’t give a definite answer, but…two of the stories that I worried my lip over the most for dread of failing to do them justice, the ones I think I put the most heart and consideration and care into, are “it’s an old song (and we’re gonna sing it again)” (Sandman, Calliope & Dream + healing and rediscovery and intimacy and changed but no less important relationships) and “sister dear, bear me away” (Good Omens, a human AU about gender discovery).
No pressure tags: the usual suspects <3 @pyrocephalus-rubinus @fatcatgospel and Juli, as well as @zorawitch @azi-sings-calliope @cosmictapestry, and anyone else who reads this and wants to talk about their creations!!
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buffintruder · 7 months ago
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20 questions for 20 writers!
@aromantic-enjolras tagged me, thank you for thinking of me!!
1. How many works do you have on AO3?
....91. Somehow
2. What’s your total AO3 word count?
938,024. I'm trying to get it past a million but I haven't been writing much recently so might be another year or two
3. What fandoms do you write for?
I'm a big 'write a bit of many different things' kind of person, but currently Ace Attorney and Kamen Rider (mostly Kamen Rider Blade)
4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?
1) what if the real steel samurai fandom was the friends we made along the way (over twice as much kudos as #2 on this list) (ace attorney)
2) Reunion (the untamed)
3) Wanting to Be Wanted (fullmetal alchemist)
4) Klavier's No Good Very Bad Year (ace attorney, sequel to #1 on this list)
5) To Turn the World Upside Down (the only one on this list i actually think is top 5 material, probably the best fic i've ever written) (ace attorney)
5. Do you respond to comments?
In general, it just might take me awhile and there have been a couple comments I took so long getting back to that I decided to just give up on it
6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
So I've written a lot of Les Mis canon-compliant fic that ends with the main character's death. But most of those, I feel like the tone I was going for was more "defiant" or "hopeful" despite the death. So I'm going to go with Trust Fall (kamen rider blade) because the ending is sort of more "horrified, betrayed, despair". (no character death, but the canon ending is sort of 'fate worse than death' which this fic ends on)
7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
This is also hard because I have written so many fics and most of them have relatively happy endings. I was going to try and go by 'which story has a main character whose situation has improved the most by the end' but i think i lost track a bit and skipped over older fics i didn't remember well
Anyway, going purely off of vibe, I'm going to say Angus McDonald and the Case of the Soul Stealer (the adventure zone)
8. Do you get hate on fics?
Not never, but I think only a couple of times in my 10 years of posting fanfic, if I did the math right
9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?
Well. I have not posted any smut and I currently have 2 separate wips that are supposed to be smut, however, they both stop exactly when the sex starts so. I'm trying but I don't think I can say I have yet lol
(it took me a few days to actually finish this question thing, and in the intervening time, i did write maybe like 300 words of what may or may not be considered actually the smut part. we'll see.)
10. Do you write crossovers?
I love crossovers but I think I've only written a handful (more if you count things that are in the same franchise but of different characters and different settings, ie two Kamen Rider series or Ace Attorney and the prequel). I want to write a KR Blade Star Trek ds9 crossover but we'll see if that ever happens
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
Not that I know of
12. Have you ever had a fic translated?
I think way back in the days of ffn, someone translated a Doctor Who/Supernatural fic into Russian
13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?
Yep, with @arofili !
14. What’s your all-time favorite ship?
That's a great question and I could not tell you the answer to that. I have the most fics written tagged as Phoenix/Edgeworth though
15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?
Many of them :(((
I have a ghost hunting youtuber au of Kamen Rider W that explores Philip and Wakana's sibling relationship more that I highly doubt will actually get done because I don't have enough plot for it
16. What are your writing strengths?
Maybe dialogue? I'm not sure. I think I write good stories, I just don't know what about them is best. Maybe character development?
17. What are your writing weaknesses?
Action scenes. I get stuck on fighting and kissing/sex scenes for very similar reasons
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?
I'm pro and do it sometimes in my own fic. I think there are good ways to do it and not as good ways to do it (for example, to steal what aromantic-enjolras said, don't have characters say a few words in French if they're supposed to have been speaking French the whole time)
My own preference lies to keeping things in the language of the main story (so English for my fics) and translating the dialogue into that language if there's a lot of it. But if it's just a line or two, or if the characters are switching between languages, or if I want it for flavor, or the pov character doesn't understand the language being spoken, etc, I might use the other language. Honestly it depends on what language too, I'm way more likely to put Japanese in a fic (a language I'm very familiar with) or even like French (a language I'm somewhat familiar with) than say Arabic or Russian (languages I know very little about)
19. First fandom you wrote for?
The first fandom I wrote for in my whole life was probably Percy Jackson? First fandom I actually posted a fic for was Supernatural/Doctor Who
20. Favorite fic you’ve written?
like cards fluttering in the wind, my soul nemesis au. Literally the most fun I've had writing a fic, the concept I am most obsessed with. I'm not sure if it's the best thing i've written but is definitely up there in the top 5. Definitely some scenes are the best thing I've ever written
Tagging @arofili @gallus-rising @queerfandommiscellany @waitineedaname @river-gale @spittinwatches and anyone else who wants to do this
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iknow-thisisallinmyhead · 2 years ago
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I'm doing a wip Wednesday! I'm loving this angsty fic so much 🤩🤩
I end up at the Wilsons, sharing a kitchen with Karen while Hen’s out back with the baby. I’d hoped to escape thoughts of the blond bane of my existence but his presence makes itself known here too, of course. 
“Where’s our dear Buckaroo today? Aren’t you two normally attached at the hip?”
I huff out a breath of laughter even though it’s the furthest thing from funny. “He took Chris to the aquarium.” 
We’re making cupcakes- well, Karen is making cupcakes, I’m just filling up the paper cups with batter for her. “And you’re skipping it? I wish I was at the aquarium right now!”
“Well, technically, I wasn’t invited.” He doesn't want me. I shrug, keeping my eyes on the task before me. 
Karen waves a hand as she pours flour into the stand mixer. “Ah, but your boys would love it if you crashed! Denny, however, would aim for emancipation if we attempted a coup like that.”
Abruptly, I put down the bowl of batter and the small measuring cup I’ve been using to scoop even amounts. Karen startles at the loud clunk, turning her back on the mixer. I can’t stop the honesty as it comes out, bubbling up my gorge and past my lips. “I’m not so sure that’s true anymore.” The raised eyebrow she tosses my way is all I need for the word vomit to continue, detailing every agonizing second of the past few weeks whether I want to admit it all or not. “It’s like we’re not even friends anymore, Karen! He won’t talk to me, at all. He looks right through me at work, like I’m not even there. He’ll listen to Bobby when he pairs us up, but barely communicates with me on calls.” My voice trails off in a whisper, too emotional to be any louder. This is everything I wanted to avoid, tears burning behind my eyes and all. I refuse to mortify myself further by letting them fall in front of Karen, pursing my lips and twisting them around enough to hold the waterworks off. 
When I’m able to meet her eyes again, there’s a fire in them that wasn’t there before. “What the fuck? How long has this been going on? Since the lightning strike?”
I shrug again. The lightning strike may have sparked changes in Buck but the catalyst for the end of our friendship didn't show up for another couple weeks. “Around there.” 
I hate that I can trace it back to the day we stood in front of a stranger's grave, hate that I’m holding someone accountable who probably doesn’t even know anything is wrong, hate acknowledging I blame her at all. Most of all I hate how petty and childish it feels to point a finger at my best friend’s new girlfriend for stealing him away. I mean, really? The worst part is that I don’t think I even mean it, that I’m just trying to take the blame off my own shoulders. The blame I deserve for overstepping, for clinging on, for asking for too much. 
He doesn’t want me. He never did.
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saynomorefic · 7 months ago
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Came across your post about sexualized POC queer characters and while some of the things you said are super valid as they reflect your own experiences and desires, I think you skipped right over the part where the ethnicity of this particular character is the key as to why some people might not be okay with your POV. POC aren't a monolith as aren't Brown POCs and not even Queer POCs. I see where the anon might coming from because someway somehow Simon is always the one being hypersexual or sexualized and he is a clearly Latino character. And we cannot pretend Latinos in general aren't always labelled as the sexy or sexual characters in ways others POCs aren't. Every POCs group get their own damaging stereotypes and if you do not belong to that particular group, you might not understand why some of the stuff you say it write might run others the wrong way.
Hi anon! This is a very good and valid point. I appreciate you being candid and voicing that I skipped over the specific sexualization of a Latino character, and you're absolutely right, queer POC are not a monolith. I'm happy to go further.
The sexualization of Latinx characters is a BIG problem in general in the world, in fandom, and specifically in this fandom. I apologize that what I said or how I addressed it did rub people the wrong way. I would like to understand what the objection was to what I originally wrote, as I want to be sensitive to this issue and I may end up taking that post down. The nature of the WIP challenge is to share a snippet, which lacks context, buildup, and other characterization, so it makes sense for people to see that and be taken aback.
I myself was a bit taken aback by the feedback (I received two asks and one was pretty inflammatory.) I'm mostly surprised because I intend to address themes of racism and othering very deeply through my work, as I felt a lack of this in both the show and the fandom. I do identify with his character a lot, but I don't pretend I would know everything about his experiences as a character, nor have I suffered from that stereotype against Latinx people specifically. I'm very open to any feedback.
Exoticization, however, is not something unique to Latinx people or characters. As you said, it happens in very specific and different ways to South Asian, East Asian, Middle Eastern, Indigenous, Black and Afrodescendent, and Latinx people, among many other groups. Also, when you delve into this subject matter there is lots of room for disagreement and discourse. I think that's a good thing. However this means it's more tricky territory than if you just don't address identity at all in your work, which is (somewhat) a form of erasure of lived experience. And thus, you'll receive criticism that white authors or people who choose not to "go there" don't receive. I chose to address it so deeply from my perspective because I perceived that people were finding my account because bigger fic writers were sharing my ideas, (the former 'people', not the fic writers) who didn't know how much I write about these themes, or didn't bother to engage with me and maybe made the assumption I wasn't writing from experience. Unfortunately in this world, while stereotypes are different, othering based on brownness and blackness can be a shared experience between groups of POC due to colorism, and thus sexualized similarly despite the nuance. That's why I felt it was relevant to address my side of things.
Thanks for sharing your thoughts. I did not expect this to circulate the way that it did. <3
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firstofficerwiggles · 3 years ago
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Need Some Help?
Pairing: Wolffe x Female Reader 
Rating: T
Word Count: ~1700
Warnings: tension, light teasing, kissing
Author’s Note: I know I have WIPs (and I promise I am working on them), but this thought wouldn’t leave me alone today and I had to write it up just for @imabeautifulbutterfly I hope you enjoy it too! Also while I try to keep Reader fairly non-descript, in this case she is shorter than the clones in order to fit the premise.
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Everything in this place is designed for tall people, you think while you’re trying yet again to reach the supplies you need. You stretch up on your tiptoes and your fingertips just barely skim the box you’re trying to get.
“Need some help with that?” a deep voice says over your shoulder and you turn to look into the handsome face of Commander Wolffe. 
You’re about to protest, stubbornly, that you can do it, when he leans into you and reaches the box with ease. His tall, firm body brushes against yours and you feel your heart skip a beat. Your face fills with heat and you suddenly feel like you’ve forgotten how to breathe. When he brings the box down to your hands, you reach to take it but stumble a little. His hands cup yours, steadying them.
“Th-thank you, C-Commander,” you stutter in your flustered state. You’ve known the Commander for months now with your posting on the Triumphant, but this is the first time he’s been so close to you. 
“You’re welcome, Lieutenant,” he replies pleasantly, a whisper of a smile passing over his features.
“I appreciate it,” you manage to get out before turning away and hurrying off.
Well now, that was interesting, Wolffe thinks as he watches you walk away and he admires your form, particularly the way your hips sway when you walk. He’s been finding you interesting for a while, noting that you’re a dedicated officer, and damn pretty to boot. Until this moment though, he’s never noticed that he’s had any particular effect on you, but this little interaction is giving him ideas. I think it’s time for a fun little experiment.
The next day you’re in the officer’s mess standing near the caf machine, waiting for your turn. As you wait, Commander Wolffe comes up, also in search of a pick-me-up drink. You nod to him in greeting and turn back to the machine. Finally the officer in front of you finishes, and you reach out to grasp a mug when you feel Wolffe’s large masculine hand lightly caress yours. You’re so startled the mug slips from your hand, but before it can fall and shatter, Wolffe is there, catching it.
“Didn’t mean to surprise you, Lieutenant,” he tells you, his voice sounding cordial, “I was just trying to grab a mug too.”
“Did you want to go ahead, Commander?” you offer, your heart is still racing, but at least you didn’t stutter this time.
“No, no, you go ahead,” he responds, and motions for you to get your caf.
“Thank you, sir,” you say as you begin to fill your mug.
“No need to thank me, you were here first,” he points out and then he gives you a smile. Not a little quirk of the lips, not a smirk, an honest to goodness smile. You’re so stunned you don’t realize your mug is full and the hot liquid spills out, burning your fingers.
“Oh my!” You gasp and turn off the machine. You quickly set down the too full mug and hold your hand close to your chest.
“Did you hurt yourself? Let me see.” Wolffe moves closer to you and grasps your wrist so he can inspect the damage.
“It only hurts a little bit, I think I was more surprised than anything,” you try to explain, “I don’t know why I’m so clumsy.”
“Hmm, you need some cold water on this,” he tells you.
Still holding your wrist, he walks you over to the small sink in the room and turns on the water. He guides your hand under the stream, keeping you in place. You can’t even feel the caf burn anymore because all you can focus on is the feel of his hand on your wrist. As his gaze is trained on your burnt fingers, you sneak a glance at his face. His handsome face may bear a scar, but it’s still charming and so very attractive to you. You're lost for a moment in thought as you study his features and you don’t realize how much you’re staring at him until he turns to look you directly in the eye.
“Something drawing your attention, my dear?” Wolffe asks, his tone amused.
“I didn’t mean to stare,” you blurt out, Maker you have no charm when you’re around him, “I think my hand is fine now.” 
You pull away and grab a small towel, drying yourself off. You manage to squeak out a ‘thank you, sir’ to him. You stare for another moment and then catching yourself, you practically run from the mess, until you’re back at your station. You can hear the faintest chuckle as you dash away. You’re just settling back into your work and calming down when you hear Wolffe’s voice at your ear,
“You seem to have forgotten your drink,” he murmurs and then places a mug of caf on your desk. 
His face is so close to yours that if you turned your head just a touch you could kiss him. Kiss him! What am I thinking! Your cheeks burn and your mouth falls open but no words come out. He pats your shoulder,
“You’re welcome, my dear.”
You can’t even get out a syllable or nod your head to thank him before he’s gone.
The rest of your week is full of much of the same; everywhere you go, Wolffe is there, and somehow he always ends up in your personal space, touching you. The man must think you’re a complete idiot by now because you can barely string together two words when he’s so close to you. You can’t help it though, your little crush on him has turned into a full blown obsession. He’s all you can think about and you’re worried you’re going to embarrass yourself so badly in front of him one of these days. Although, there’s been plenty of embarrassing moments already. There was that time in the gym when he touched your arm to help you improve your form with the weights. Then you ran into him in the records room, he helped you place some files high up on a shelf, his fingers brushing yours each time you handed him a file. Finally, the other day you were in a crowded lift with him and a few other officers but somehow you ended up pushed right up against him, your back to his chest, at one point you could swear you felt his hand on your hip steadying you. You were so worked up after that you had to go hide in your quarters for a good hour, feigning sickness.
At least today you know you’re in the clear. You are scheduled to do inventory all day today. It’s a dull job, but you’re actually looking forward to being able to hide away for a little while. Corporal Comet is coming to help you too and that makes you smile. He’s always friendly and easy to be around. You’re already on the ship’s cargo deck, surveying one of the shelves when you hear footsteps approaching. You turn around to greet your co-worker for the day, a big smile on your face.
“Hi Comet, thanks for–,” You stop short when you see that it isn’t Comet standing there, but Commander Wolffe, showing up once again when you weren’t expecting it. Your mouth drops open in surprise and before you can bite your tongue, you hear yourself say, “You again?”
Wolffe laughs, deep and rich, “That’s right, me again.” He takes in your shocked face, “What? You only have smiles for Comet? I’ll have to let him know.” When he saw that Comet had been scheduled to work with you, he immediately changed the assignments so that he could finally have a little time alone with you. After days of teasing you, he was ready for more. 
You stumble to answer him, your heart is beating itself into a tizzy, “No, sir, I- I’m sorry… that is I just wasn’t expecting you, and it’s… well, I seem to run into you all over the ship lately.”
“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” Wolffe moves closer to you, a smirk on his face. He rests his arm on the shelf, leaning more into your personal space.
You blink up at him, wide-eyed, “N-no, it’s not a bad thing, I didn’t mean to imply that, I just meant… well, I think…” You have no idea how to finish that sentence, you simply can’t think when he’s so close and looking right in your eyes.
“Tell me, Lieutenant, do you get this flustered with all the men on this ship, or is it just me?” He gives you a soft and lazy smile.
“It’s just you,” you whisper, your treacherous voice giving you away. You look at the ground, so embarrassed to have admitted that to him.
“Hmm, is there a reason for that, do you think?” Wolffe dares to lean in even closer to you and places two fingers under your chin, tilting your head back up so you’re looking at him again.
“I have a crush on you,” you blurt out and then immediately wish you could melt onto the floor and disappear.
Wolffe just smiles more, “Well, I’m glad to hear that, because I feel the same way about you.” He places a hand on your waist and tugs you closer to him.
“You- you do?” you ask incredulously, and then it dawns on you that your little run-ins all week might not have been so accidental, “Wait, have you been flirting with me?”
“I was trying to,” he chuckles, “But you like to dart away from me, so I wasn’t sure how you really felt.”
Feeling a surge of happiness, you tell him, “I just need to get used to being so close to you.”
“Let me help with that,” Wolffe says and pulls you into a deep and passionate kiss. 
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nextinline-if · 3 years ago
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I understand that I haven’t seen the whole message yet from that anon yet, so I’m sorry to you and them if I’ve completely misread this, but please, please don’t feel pressured into making whatever these changes are.
It’s the first chapter and I feel like it’s a little premature for people to be commenting on the way the mc acts. As you say, you were planning for the mc to come into themselves in the next chapters (and I personally feel that there were a range of ways to react to the mc’s lack of control which would no doubt be developed further). The MC has just become the Harbringer, and whether that was by their choice or not, they have been sheltered, and they don’t have control over their life yet. Key word there being yet. From what I’ve gathered from your answers to asks etc..MC is going to have the chance to gain that control through their investigations and through their new role as the Harbringer and future king/queen/royal.
As for Anna and MC’s relationship, personally I really loved it. I’m not entirely sure what anon didn’t like, but if it was how close they were despite the difference in status, then as you said, they’re childhood friends and Anna seems as though she will end up being their sister-in-law eventually anyway (barring any incidents). On top of that, the MC wasn’t even the heir most of the time that they’ve know each other, and there doesn’t seem to be much emphasis on status within the kingdom anyway considering how chill the Queen is.
Again, I haven’t seen the full message and I’m sorry if I interpreted anything incorrectly, but ultimately this is your story and I would be pretty sad to see you overhaul it because one anon was being nitpicky about the first chapter. Unfortunately, this actually seems to be a trend in royal/medieval IFs where people get upset if it’s not completely historically accurate or people are actually nice to each other. Please tell your story the way that you want to otherwise you may find yourself falling out of love with it. You’re a great writer and I love your IF !!
hey...🥹 thank you (and everyone else who has shared their opinion, including the original anon).
I’m not going to lie, I do feel pressured but NOT because of the anon, but because one of my inherent flaws is to try to please people. Again, I realize this is impossible especially when it comes to writing and sharing that with others. But, I pressure myself into trying to do better, be better. It’s due to the way I was raised but unfortunately, it has stuck to me as an adult.
I think it’s fair to say my initial response was too emotional. I admit that I should have waited to post what I did because I’m a firm believer of stepping away first. But I felt embarrassed and hurt due to my insecurities. Which is really fucking stupid on my part 😅 And I was just like “I’ll take the demo down next weekend and do it all again.” However, I’ve been looking at the game and I’ve been reading and responding to yours and others thoughts, and I don’t plan to do a massive overhaul. I’ve spent all of my free time for months, almost a year on this game and it’s world. I also skipped a lot of meals and sleep (not intentionally) but because it’s something I care about a lot.
I agree that if I give into too much, I will lose my passion and this game will die like many WIP. I don’t want that. Especially since this game is how I’m healing from my own loss. I need to write this game, for myself if no one else. That said, I will still consider the anon’s feedback as I work on my game. And I’m still open to other people’s feedback. Always.
Some of the rest of their message, which I will still address on Friday, does have some fair feedback about making more choices available, especially in reference to F. And this is feedback others have given me as well- and I’ve said I do plan to add more choices/reactions.
But, you are right. The demo covers two days. The other chapters are meant to be a month of events/activities and there will be way more opportunities to shape MC. They are not a blank slate and neither are their relationships with certain characters. There are games that allow that though.
I’ve also tried to emphasize that my game is not meant to be historically accurate - it’s just a world I built with elements of history that fascinate me. But I do think I see what you mean about the trends.
Thank you for your message - it does mean a lot. More than I can express through this black hole of a blog.
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