#i realise i like incorporating a lot of dialogue in my writing???

[stuiie]

Hi Stuie!

I absolutely adore your story! I started reading it two days ago and just finished it 😅 There are SO MANY things I love about it, I could go on forever, but I’ll just name a few.

For starters, the pet names! They have me on my knees 🧎‍♀️‍➡️ I love how Wanda and Natasha call each other “My love” and Ducky is referred to as “My little love”. My personal favourite, simple as it may be, is “Darling”. It makes me melt every time without fail. And when she was all shy about wanting to be referred to as “Princess” , I think that was in the club? Either way, *chefs kiss*.

The slow burn in this story was so well-written, I love how you set the scene and gave us backstory instead of going straight in, it really adds to the reading experience. The fact that they took so long to tell Yelena, much as she may dislike it, also adds to the authenticity, because it feels like something that would just kind of happen? Ducky was so scared of losing Yelena as a friend, of course she was hesitant to tell her.

This is just a small thing, but the rest of the characters in the story being from the marvel universe is just such a nice touch. Sometimes I’d be so deep into the story that I wouldn’t realise, like it took me a while to realise that Peter was Peter Parker lmao. But especially all the scenes at various parties and the club, where all of Natasha and Wanda’s friends are pre-existing characters. I like knowing what characters in stories look like, so it’s nice to already know or to be able to just Google them.

Another thing related to the characters is that you write them all so well! Sometimes it can be hard to give characters separate personalities, and their dialogue can be a little dry. But you’ve done a wonderful job of giving them all unique dialogue and little personality quirks, which just makes it more enjoyable to read. Like how Wanda has less control than Natasha, as is made clear in the elevator scene.

One of the specific things I enjoy is when Wanda paints with Ducky, especially when she sits behind her. The way you describe it, with Wanda taking charge and helping her is so sweet. That first time she did it and Ducky got all nervous when Natasha came in was cute lmao.

Thank you for writing this great fic, you’re a fantastic writer and I can’t wait for chapter 30! <3

Hi endofn1ght 🥰,

First of all wow, thank you so much for your incredibly kind message! 🥹 I’m honestly so touched that you took the time to share your thoughts in such detail—I’m over the moon over here. Second of all, it means a lot to hear that you enjoyed the pet names; I was afraid I had overused them a bit, but I love them so much. I wanted them to add an extra layer of affection between the characters. Thank you so much for sharing your favorite ones; I love to know these things.

The slow burn was something I really wanted to get right, so I do get a bit emotional hearing that you liked it. It means a lot to me as a writer to know you felt Ducky’s hesitance to tell Yelena was a natural reaction and that you enjoyed how it all unfolded.

Haha, hell YEAH! I’m so very happy that you enjoyed the inclusion of other Marvel characters! I had a lot of fun incorporating them into the story in subtle ways, and I love that you picked up on those moments. It’s super rewarding to know that the characters and their personalities felt distinct and authentic 🥰.

The painting scene was one of my favorite scenes to write between Wanda and Ducky. I spent a lot of time trying to capture those intimate, sweet moments between them. Your feedback makes me feel like all the little details I put in are really appreciated, which is so motivating.

Thank you again so very much for your wonderful words and for being such a supportive reader. I really needed this after some extremely grueling days at work. 💖

I’m so excited to share Chapter 30 with you, and I hope to finish it soon. I’m still aiming for this week, unless something unexpected happens!

[zeltqz]

niyaaaa do u have any tips for people who wanna get into fic writing? 👀

i don’t really get how the whole posting format for fics works on here tbh ��� and like your info area it’s so cool

YEAH OFC!! btw dm me your username so i can follow and support you <3

tip 1- the posting format isnt that hard to get used to actually its just you create a tumblr text post and then copy and paste your fic onto it, add the tags and stuff then post it. if you want to add banners, headers and stuff to make it look better then go ahead, just add images to the text post

tip 2- the info area is the same as above, just add pictures of your choice etc to the text post, add your information, name, age, fav things etc and then to link posts to your post, highlight where u want the link to go, then copy the link of the post u want linked then press the hyperlink that looks like two chains linked together when you highlight the text if that makes sense? sounds like a lot but its rlly not i promise haha

tip 3- always type your fics on other apps like word or google docs since they have an auto save feature!! i dont reccomend typing your fics on tumblr since one if the app crashes, it doesn't automatically save your work so everything you wrote will get deleted (some versions of tumblr do have autosave, my laptop has it but my phone and iPad doesn't, so i dont rely on it)

tip 4- idk if you want tips on actual fic writing or just how to get your fics onto tumblr but ill help you with that anyway. with me when i write fics i always imagine it out in my head. theres some of my fics where i just went with the flow and wrote wgatever came to mind and those are the fics i hate the most because they dont rlly make sense to me. theyre always so random and it just seems rushed and bad.

i picture my fics like a scene in my head and whatever i want the character to do, think, say or feel i write that shit down asap. i use other online sources to help get more descriptive like the emotion theasurus <- honestly one of my favourite things to use ever, they have so much body language to use for every emotion in the damn book

dialogue is also something i find difficult. i've improved i personally feel like but its still hard for me especially if im writing a new character. i never want to make the character seem OOC so i do lots of research before hand. i normally use the wiki to read up on a characters personality.

for example i'll use ran for this since he's like 99% of my account lmao. in the wiki, he's described as "naturally whimsical toward others which makes him inscrutable" though ran doesnt have many scenes in the manga (which i hate bc i love him sm) its impossible to actually write him down to a tee so i use that naturally whimsical description to make him playful, charismatic, carefree etc, going off what little information i have with him.

getting a characters personality down is what can make or break a dialogue. for me when im reading a fic of a character and their dialogue is so OOC it puts me off and i dont even wanna read. so i apply my same fic icks to myself and think if I don't like seeing this and that in a fic, why would I incorporate those in my fics and have ppl get put off it if they have the same fic icks as me?

hope that makes sense!!

tip 5- dont rush yourself at all. i used to rush a few of my fics and i just ended up hating it so much after and fought bck the urge to delete them so many times but then i'd see people's comments and realise i was being too harsh on myself. i'd keep them up but i'd just hate seeing them get attention.

rushing only makes you hate your work and the quality of your work will decline if you are not in the right headspace.

thats also why i have the don't rush me thing in my rules because not only is it annoying to see people constantly asking for updates, it also makes me mad because i know i'll just put out a piece of garbage if i did rush.

also another tip don't give yourself deadlines!! if you know your writing consistency can be a little sloppy, don't tell your followers that you're going to upload every so and so day. if something happens and you miss the deadline, you'll feel bad and rush something out and most times out of ten, a rushed fic doesn't do well. so take your time and don't rush.

tip 6- dont listen to what other people say or feel obligated to write something you don't wanna. establish your boundaries!! for example, from day one i started this blog i said im accepting requests but i will not write anything to do with non-con, incest or minors. i made sure that was out there so i wouldn't feel uncomforable writing anything i wasn't comfy with.

there are people on this app that may like your writing and request you to write something for them. you are not obligated to write anything for anyone! don't feel like you have to just because they asked nicely.

if you want to accept requests you can im not saying you shouldn't, im saying don't feel like you have to. you always have a choice. its your blog.

tip 7- remember this isn't a job. you're allowed to take breaks, allowed to have a personal life. don't feel like you need to be updating every day. i used to think i was obligated to be uploading consistently at least every week because i was obsesssed with engagement and seeing peoples comments and was scared if i took a break ppl will unfollow. now i honestly don't care. i'm not active as much as i used to because of school and that's fine! if ppl want to leave, let them. don't feel like you're forced to keep being active in order to keep your follower count stable.

tip 8- this app can get really toxic sometimes. luckily enough i've only had one toxic anon in my inbox and i've been on this app for a year. some people have so many, some ppl get harrassed etc. if that happens to you just be prepared since there's no actual way to find out who's behind anons. you can turn off your anon options which means if ppl want to inbox you something then their account will be showing. some people arent comfortable with that and that's fine! i keep mine on because i want people to feel comfortable on my page.

just remember though if you ever feel like this app is getting overwhelming take breaks! for the sake of your mental health take breaks. i know so many writers on here that took breaks and came back healthier and stronger.

i feel like this tip goes for social media in general. as much as i love social media im aware how unhealthy it is. breaks are so important for you. remember that.

i can't think of anymore tips right now but if i have some more i will edit the post and add it on.

if u have anymore questions about the tumblr posting format dm me and ill help you out :))

[hatsukeii]

hiii! im relatively new to your blog, but after read just one fic (guess which hahah), im stunned. your writing falls into place like absolute poetry. i wanna ask which books/media inspire you write or influence your style! im also craving ring pops now lmao. all in all, thank you sm for all the great fics, im gonna have a very fun night reading them all 💗💗💗

hihihihi!! welcome to the blog!! so happy to hear that you enjoy my work<33

i like to think of my style as a bit of an amalgamation of everything i've consumed before, whether it's actual books or fanfiction :)

a lot of my dialogue is inspired by how i talk with my friends, as well as by normal people by sally rooney! i love the way that rooney writes dialogue, it's heartwrenching and to the point, and doesn't drag on, so it feels real! normal people is such a great read as well, i will never get over that book HAHA

in terms of my general style, im a big fan of imagery, since it's kinda right in my ballpark and one of my biggest strengths in writing. it does get a bit hard thinking of new descriptions for similar things, so im working to try and improve on that. i think it's always a good idea to incorporate symbolic imagery into more sentimental works, so that's where a lot of my personal voice is derived from when i write angsts or complex emotional connections!

when it comes to humour i tend to use deadpan dialogue and absurdity because it just hits different LOL idk how to explain it tbh im a fan of writing character and relationship dynamics that are feasible, but also relatable in a way that gets people giggling:)

if you go down a deep dive, you might realise that almost all of my works are inspired by lyrics and song titles, because i actually get most of my style from how a song sounds! that's why i have my playlist linked in my intro post LOL i like to just sit there and shut my eyes for like a solid minute with a song in the background so i can figure out what vibe im going for in a piece

anyways that's all i can think of atm, but thanks so much again for liking my writing! it makes me really happy to hear that my writing sounds like poetry to you like it makes me giggle and kick my feet a little bit ngl ;PP

[vixstarria]

Fic writer asks

Source

Tagged by @spacebarbarianweird - I somehow didn't see the question numbers at the bottom of the post until after I typed up the answers for the same numbers as yours. 😅 Fuck. Oh well, an additional post later it is.

4. a story idea you haven’t written yet

So many... Although a lot of these ideas are bits and pieces that are going to end up in Bloodbang Chronicles, my longfic.

If we're talking something altogether different - I'm going to do an AU with my character where Astarion does ascend. Not sure how long it will be, might be a bit long for a one-shot. I plan to work on that as a little side project when I go on holiday soon, as I'll be taking a break from Bloodbang Chronicles then as well.

12. a trope you’re really into right now

I don't know if it counts as a trope, but I really like seeing people incorporate DND style magic and abilities into their fics.

18. if you keep them, share a deleted sentence or paragraph from a published fic

I wouldn't bother with something I downright deleted, but I do keep fragments that I mean to repurpose at a later time. Here's some dialogue tucked away for some distant fic:

“It’s nice to have you all to myself for a change. As… entertaining as it is, sharing you with Halsin.” “You do realise he wants both of us, not just me?” “I know.” “…And?” “I’m not averse to the idea… But, for now, he might be more than I can handle.” “…Well, with enough grease, patience and determination…���

I might have posted that before actually, I've been sitting on it for a while.

19. the most interesting topic you’ve researched for a fic

Bro, the amount of threesome porn I've watched from a purely research standpoint, to determine whether my intended limb placement is realistic...

Also sexual experience descriptions written from a male perspective.

For non-smut - DND lore. Pirate space clowns will make it into my writing, one day.

22. do you ever worry about public reaction to what you’re writing? how do you get past that?

Absolutely not, not in the least.

I do think about whether anyone is actually going to read it though, lol.

Tagging @grandmother-goblin @tragedybunny @marlowethebard @leomonae @ineadhyn for the same questions.

[myuntoldstory]

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JAYNE THIS IS COMPREHENSIVE AF sdlkfjlkds ahahahaha but omg thank you very much for these! also obligatory butts~

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🥺 Is there a certain type of moment or common interaction between your characters that never fails to put you in your feels?

i love, like, the quiet moments.

like this is any moment and im so sorry that's so dlsfkjldskf vague, but when things go microscopic and all is quiet, if that makes sense? so say, in that stuck in the elevator fic i talked about, it's when lily and james were just talking in a stuck elevator.

i kind of like those because it's quiet, and it's just the characters, and nothing matters outside of their bubble. it's just really nicely intimate so i tend to write more of those.

🛒 What are some common things you incorporate in your fics? Themes, feels, scenes, imagery, etc.

okay! so obvious one is fluff.

just fluff lmao. like most of the things i write are fluff. also some angst sometimes, but it's mostly fluff. i like soft and romantic things so it's really what i want to write about. i love writing characters being in love and writing those quiet, in love moments that they share. it's become a bit of a barrier just because when i tend to write, it always ends up fluffy when, for example, i intended the story to be dark or sexy or something. i don't know lol. but yeah lots of fluff.

also lots of em dashes, this is more of a writing thing. i know i tend to use em dashes a lot.

before i used to start my stories with dialogue a lot. because it's always what i've been comfortable with. but then one day i was writing a chapter for an original story and i paused and realised: "the past three chapters have all opened with dialogue, wtf". so not only did i change that chapter lmao but also kind of made myself mindful of how i start stories in the future.

themes of love. always love. used to be, like, romantic love, but over the years i've explored love that relates more to family. again, it's just something i want to write. not to say i can't write any other genre than love, but it has to have that element somewhere.

there was a time where i always included like, mugs or cups filled with hot liquids and the steam just curls up in the air lol. i feel like that alone sets the tone of things when i write. like always cosy, i guess, but it's kind of a versatile cosy, if that makes sense lol.

this is more of a bad habit, but i know i tend to over explain or over describe things. and i know my readers are intelligent af and can figure out things from how i implied it in my stories, but i still worry that my meaning's not coming across so i tend to over do the prose and end up with blocks upon blocks of unnecessary prose lol.

✨ Give you and your writing a compliment. Go on now. You know you deserve it. 😉

*pats back* that'll do, piggy, that'll do. :D

🍦 What's the sweetest fic you've created so far?

sweetest!? oh gosh...

okay, i have two. i don't know if it's necessarily the sweetest fic i've done, but:

balderdash is one. that's i guess the published one. i seem to have a favourite of exploring just what happens if james and lily lived beyond... or i guess, just living as a young couple about to be parents. because we never really got to see them as parents or how they even coped with being expectant parents and then becoming parents; it's always fun to explore. and, not to sound sentimental, also just give them a chance to live happily lol.

unpublished is this modern au oneshot of lily and james being stuck in an elevator and bonding that way. i had a whole backstory included in it which kind of morphed the one-shot into a multi-chap fic. me during that time just lose steam every time i come across something i have to do myself lol. sorry for being lazy. anyway! snippet of the story below.

p.s. the writing's super rough because it's been stuck in draft mode.

“You reckon we should’ve thrown them a crisp or something?” Sirius asked as he munched on a handful of Pringles. Things are getting interesting now—the couple seemed to be on their third laugh trip. The first one lasted for a good two minutes and after, they no longer played the game as their conversation restarted as though it had never paused in the first place. While everyone in the security room did, they seemed to never noticed how they never moved away or how their hands remained together.

“And risk ourselves being found out?” Harry exclaimed. “No. No way.”

“Speaking of,” Cresswell interjected and gave the troublemakers a stern glance. “What happens after this?”

“After what?” Sirius replied.

“We very well can’t keep these two in the lift forever.”

“Can’t we?”

“No.”

“Why not? The building has another operational lift, yeah?”

“Black, I swear to God—”

“Call Frank?” Harry quipped, making the adults look at him.

“Oi—good thinking, Harry! And it’s his day off too” Sirius ruffled Harry’s hair before pulling out his mobile.

“Who the hell’s Frank?” Dirk asked Harry.

Harry shrugged as he kept his eyes stuck to the monitors. “Dad and Sirius’ mate in the Yard.”

Now, the feed showed that Lily and James had finally separated; they resumed their positions of sitting against the wall. They continued to talk, though, the smiles on their faces seemed a permanent thing now. Harry couldn’t help smiling as he recognised the expression on his father’s face… the kind James always wore when he was in love—gentle, helpless, and full of love. Harry’s mother was the only receiving end of such expression until she left. To see it after all these years made Harry more certain of his decision. Lily and his dad were meant to be together—he knew it.

🍷 Do you drink and write?

alcoholic? no, i'm not that sophisticated.

coffee and tea? for sure. also unavoidable when i write in cafes, like my local starbucks, though i usually just order the iced teas there. when i decide to write i sit there for a solid 6-8 hours so i have to plan and like... drink maybe a grande size for the first three hours and then venti in the next three just so i don't fill my bladder immediately ldsjdslkjfd. tmi but yeah. but yeah all iced teas, food at the side too so i have energy lol.

❌ What's a trope you will never write?

ohhh. omg okay. okay just a disclaimer that my answer to this question isn't like a blanket "i hate these trope" but more of a "i don't feel i can do this justice".

abo - because i don't understand enough of this to do it justice. i mean, i've read it, and i understand the concept but then i fear that if i write it, it would just automatically go into furry territory. which isn't bad, of course, but yeah.

🎃 Do you write fics for certain holidays? Which is your favorite holiday inspired fic?

yes i did!

pretty sure i wrote one for halloween, which celebrated the season but also the death anniversary of jily. that one's my favourite one just because, wow, i managed to write something that reflects the cosiness of the season.

you know what, i think halloween is my most written season just because i also wrote a macblack fic for it too. not necessarily my favourite just because of how lengthy it became and i remember losing steam, as i usually do when it dawns on me that, holy shit, what i've written was longer than intended.

but yeah. gotta love that spooky season!

in saying that i would like to write something for christmas (sorry i know this isn't part of the questions but shhh shhh it's gonna be okay). and other holidays like easter??? i think ahahaha like bunnies and easter chocolates. but yeah, future plans!

👀 Tell me about an up and coming wip please!

i'm writing a blackdonald fic inspired by a new hozier song, "too sweet" (which is like the most perfect sirius black song i've heard in a while. fight me on this). look, i only have dialogue because that tends to stick with me first. the dialogue comes first and i just stitch it together with prose dlkfjdlsfjfld. but, yeah, nothing too special, it's a one-shot, uhm... sexy??? i think??? well i'll try to make it sexy, you know i've only ever written... uh... one official smut. so. you know.

anyway, here's a snippet lol:

“You just got cheated on.” “I’m also not your type.” “Fuck it.”

do with that what you will. even i don't know where it goes after this lmao.

[silentprincess17]

20 Questions For Fic Writers

Tagged by my wonderful friends @zeldaelmo and @zeldadiarist

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1. How many works do you have on AO3?

28 :)

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

284,149!

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Legend of Zelda :) My first ever video game series that still has me on chokehold from the age of 10 lol

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Sometimes Things Have To Get Worse Before They Get Better A Hero Indeed

Sometimes better is only an illusion

A fated meeting

Sugar

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I try my best!! I write for myself and be free of those weird whimsical scenarios that enter my brain at 5 am lol but I post to share with everyone and interact with the fandom :)

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Ooh that is difficult. Lots of my fics end with uncertainty and deal with angsty themes throughout. Probably the angstiest is sometimes things don’t get better they only get worse (featuring Yiga Link realising who he actually is)

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Ahaha please see above 😂😂😂 But probably that’s my regency Arranged marriage Zelink fic Sugar

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I don’t think I’ve ever gotten hate hate you know? Most of my comments are super wholesome :)

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

That is one thing I won’t ever write. Not because of some moral high ground or anything like that, mostly because I don’t really write fics that would make sense to have smut within them.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

Nope haha. I’ve referenced other fandoms in my fics sure (ten from doctor who my bae) but other than that no.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Don’t think so!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Another no! That’d be super cool though.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I did once! Nothing that’s published actually. It was before I wrote anything serious- my mate and I exchanged a google doc during the early days of the pandemic. Nothing much came of it but that’s actually what kick started my eventual fanfic writing!

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

Let us examine my tumblr heading and AO3 page… let me know if this remains unclear 😂

15. What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

Sadly my series on what happened 10,000 years ago. I have written the next two whole fics (200k words lol) but nothing beyond that. It seems like too huge a project now with how busy life is.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Tough question aha I do like my dialogues and I think my plots are generally robust!

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I think I can sometimes do too much telling and not enough showing. Working hard to try and make more balanced!!

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

Oooh that would be fun! I speak 5 languages and I sometimes incorporate bits and bobs but I’m always conscious of the fact that people generally may not understand it. And what is the reason for the alternate language?

19. First fandom you wrote for?

LoZ

20. Favorite fic you've ever written?

Gosh. You really ended this with a banger lol. Uhhhhhh Long fic is probably A Hero Indeed (mighty mental effort went into this lol) and one shot is An Eternal Darkness that Hides Echoes of a Time Past :)

[tasteleeknow]

hi i’m sorry if this a bit personal i just love talking about minho to others 😭 but i was wondering how you got into skz? and how you ended up biasing minho? what’s your favorite thing about him? also what’s your favorite thing about him that you like to incorporate into your writing?? you don’t have to answer them im just curious and thought it’d be nice to get a few different questions !! have a good day 🤍

babes unless you are asking info you can find on my drivers license go right ahead i love oversharing ghfdj

how you got into skz? i've been into kpop since 2015 but the only things i knew abt skz until last year was miroh and gods menu and the fact they had two aussies. the thing that pulled me in was maniac partly bc i liked the song but also bc i just was at a point in life where i had the time to do a deep dive and watch their content. i also watched all of jisungs fancams bc i was obsessed with the way he danced and his facial expressions and his itty bitty waist. but yeah the content like skz code is what pulled me in.

how you ended up biasing minho? i actually did not even notice minho at all for the first two months ( i was into jisung then hyunjin at first ) and then as i learned his personality i was like wait why is he the hottest person alive why have i not noticed this and then i got his bubble and yeah yikes. here i am. im demi so i do not feel attraction to ppl until i know their personalities, like at all jfds. so yeah it was a gradual thing and then once i realised he was tsundere with all this softness inside and how weird he was and how smart and the way his sense of humour aligns so perfectly with mine i was... trapped.

what’s your favorite thing about him? ONE? one... um... i'm going to say his humour bc that's so important to me. i just.. adore ppl who are witty and weird and always laughing but then his demeanour the rest of the time balances it for me so he isn't overwhelming. idk his entire being is just so perfect for me it's very hard to pick one thing hfdjs but imagining him without the silliness makes me very sad so

what’s your favorite thing about him that you like to incorporate into your writing? i've noticed a lot of readers say they really like the way i write him and i'm very happy about that bc if i had to change it i'd struggle. i find him so easy to write and i haven't actually figured out why. i think this ties in to the previous answer tho bc it's the banter that i love the most if i had to pick. the snarky comments in the dialogue. he makes dialogue really fun for me which is my favourite part of writing overall.

anyway! this was fun! i could've kept going. i'm great at oversharing but i don't wanna unload an entire essay on you lmao hope you have a great day too ! ♡

[calaisreno]

Ask game for fanfic writers: 2, 40, 47, and 49 please?

Thank you for the asks!

2) talk about a notable time a narrative or character has looked you dead in the eyes and said “fuck your plan, here’s what we’re actually doing.” This question made me laugh. It's rare that this happens, but it does. Synchronicity began as a very different story, where John and Sherlock were boyfriends at school and broke up, only to meet years later. Originally it was meant to be alternating POV, but once I began with John's part, I realised that he wasn't just sad, he was really angry at Sherlock, whereas Sherlock was oblivious. No, they hadn't been boyfriends, John said. Sherlock did something unforgivable, in John's eyes, and even years later, he was furious. So it became enemies-to-friends-to-lovers, with John's resistance gradually wearing down as Sherlock became more and more ridiculous and understood why John was mad.

40) best piece of feedback you’ve ever gotten. A published author came to talk to a writing class I was in years ago. She said, take your draft and tear off the first two pages. Throw them away. Page 3 is where your story begins. The idea was that inexperienced writers (which we all were) usually write a lot of backstory or character description or other things before they get into the action. A good story incorporates those things once the plot is rolling.

It's a variation of the advice to "kill your darlings," that is, to be willing to cut out the parts you love if they don't work in your story.

I prefer this: Don't kill your darlings, recycle them.

If you've ever written a perfect scene or dialogue or description, and then had to scrap that part of the story because it doesn't work, it's tempting to try to force it to work because it feels like such a waste.

But no writing is wasted: Just because you've written something that feels good doesn't mean you should use it. It's not wasted effort. I've recycled a lot of good bits of stories that didn't work for one reason or another. Keep it, and eventually you'll find the right place to use it.

47) what story are you most proud of? The Last Envoy: I worked on this longer than any other story I've written, did more research, and I think the idea is my most original. I'm happy with the way it turned out.

49) do you want to be published some day? No. I'm not sure that would be more fun than writing fanfiction. There's a lot of freedom in writing like this, making up stories for a bunch of fans who love the same characters I do. No pressure to sell books. Publishing has changed a lot over the last twenty years, so there are many options we didn't used to have (i.e. back when I sent off my very thrilling space-opera epic to the only publisher who still received unsolicited manuscripts). I think it depends on why you write, and I'm definitely a hobby writer, doing it just for fun.

[profanetools]

25, 26, 27!

25. What other websites or resources do you use most often when you write?

When writing TES, a wiki most often, particularly pages on dwemer + dwemeris for my own writing. I often use a timer esp. when writing on weekdays and around working hours. I've also been using scrivener for the past year or so for larger projects, which has been a godsend.

26. Would you rather write a fic that had no dialogue or one that was only dialogue?

Oh. No dialogue. Easily. Dialogue is.... I know I've developed a knack for it, but I find getting it all to flow in the direction I want it to, and not go off the rails into another conflict/dilemma very difficult. I find it a pain to write often, and I tend to repeat similar dramatic beats in my dialogue (most of my dialogue is arguments). I know my zero dialogue writing tends to be description heavy and is almost afraid of exposition - something that would be impossible in a no-dialogue fic - but I think that would be a fun challenge.

27. How long did it take to write Twelve Tones? Describe the process.

I started writing Twelve Tones on September 1st 2019 and finished it on 20th March 2020. I had the concept in my head for almost a year - Bthemetz as a character I had invented back in August 2018. I had just started writing again regularly after a long break from it a as a habit - and very much wrote the first few chapters very haphazardly and quickly just to churn the words out, they were pretty poorly planned. I had originally wanted to write something like a victorian realist novel but given that we're talking a 500 year span, it would have been impossible - I realised I had to select key moments in the Bthemetz/Kagrenac story. As a lot of writers - Kendra and Ayem namely - that I admired wrote daedra-heavy dawn era pieces, I decided on a split narrative that incorporated dawn era pieces. This eventually coalesced into a narrative where parts of it were former life flashbacks.

I had the whole of September off work, so wrote the first six chapters or so then. The following chapters were written at an increasingly slow pace over the next few months. I find finishing stories harder than starting them for multiple reasons - fatigue, tying up loose ends, pressure when it comes to 'the big scenes' I've had stuck in my head, not knowing what to do post-climax - and Twelve Tones was no different. Chapter 10-12 were all over the place. Initially there was supposed to be a large section with Dumac in it, explaining his relation to Kagrenac + Bthemetz's relation to him - found that so hard to write! There was also supposed to be a whole section with flashbacks back to Bthemetz & Boethiah's past relationship in Chapter 11 or 12 - that also got cut, because again, I found I just couldn't write them. I very much compromised in the penultimate chapter - I wanted something I could *finish*, I wanted *done*, over perfect. I really wish I'd better integrated Voryn as a story element and also Bthemetz's selling out better - it almost feels like a footnote. Blah.

Suffice to say, given the first half was written hurriedly, with some proofreading rather than high-level edits, and the second half was very much... a slog to get it done (I tore my hair out at xmas break that year, I recall it vividly), Twelve Tones is very much in a first draft state to me. I'm fond of it and I think it's a good story still, and there are fantastic moments in it, but there are things clearly missing to me, things that could be improved to me.

[spiritofthenortheners]

20 Questions for Writers

Thanks for the tag @marbled-polecat 💛 Had to look at my stats for this and was in for some surprises 😅

1. How many works do you have on AO3? I have 43 works on AO3, all of those are fics.

2. What's your total AO3 word count? 285,225 (surprised myself here).

3. What fandoms do you write for? Star Wars and recently I’ve written some Call of Duty thanks to my partner playing the game.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos

Hit and Run (CoD, Soap/Ghost, Rated E)

Under Arrangement (SW, Fox/Rex plus several other relationships, a part of Over the Line which is a fix-it series where Order 66 is prevented. Rated E)

No White Lies (CoD, Soap/Ghost. Rated E)

Come Down With Me (SW, several relationships, Jesse/Kix, Echo/Fives, Fox/Rex…from Over the Line series. Rated E)

After Sunset in Coruscant (from Over the Line too, mostly Fox/Rex. Rated E)

5. Do you respond to comments? Yes! It may take some days but definitely yes.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? I’d like to say presences since it’s meant to be a horror-vibe Cody/Fox story. I write angst but I also like the ending to have some hope, if not complete happiness.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Probably Close Calls. At least I tried to make the ending very happy (do not look at the ruins of Coruscant burning in the background too closely, focus on the kissing)

8. Do you get hate on fics? I haven’t so far so maybe I go with not yet?

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Yes I do, definitely. Messy fucked up kind and also sometimes a bit fluffier. I like exploring different dynamics in relationships and sex is one of the ways to do this exploring. I prefer my smut with plot though.

10. Do you write crossovers? Nope

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not that I know of!? Crossing fingers here…

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Yes, once!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? Nope

14. What’s your all time favorite ship? Oh this is a hard one… I tend to like several ships? Cody and Rex in every possible iteration. Cody/Thire. Fox/Rex but only if Rex is the more messed up one. Ghost/Soap. Might be easier to say I don’t really have all time favourites 😂

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? Since I usually only have a couple of WIPs at the time I think my odds at finishing them are decent but no promises!

16. What are your writing strengths? I’d like to think writing characters who are flawed or somewhat ambiguous with their motivations? I’m also rather quick at getting the first draft out, it’s the editing that takes time.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? Spelling errors. I also struggle with ending a sentence with a simple dot too much. While writing I get loads of ideas and try to incorporate them into the fic only to realise after a while it won’t work with the direction the plot was meant to go. Um so yeah there’s a lot to learn *shrugs*

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? Mm. Always a bit tricky, but I do like short easily understandable phrases and such a lot.

19. First fandom you wrote for? Haha since I’m old… Charmed. Those drabbles have been buried deep in the floppy disk cemetary.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written? A tie with All the Things No One Said and Deep End.

No pressure tagging @bilbosmom-belladonna and anyone interested 💛

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[wonnhao]

someone is making jeonghan uncomfortable at a bar and seungcheol seoops in and saves him ;)

“Seungcheol, are you even listening to me?” Jihoon clicks his fingers in front of his best friend’s face, and Seungcheol brushes the hand away.

“Isn’t that Jeonghan?” Seungcheol nods at a table not too far away from where they’re seated. 

“Um,” Jihoon leans forward to look. “I guess.” 

Seungcheol can literally hear the eye roll Jihoon gives him.

“I think that guy is bothering him,” Seungcheol frowns. 

“It’s not like you’re going to get the courage to talk to him anyways,” Jihoon mutters under his breath. 

“It’s more like I haven’t had the chance, okay? This is my chance,” Seungcheol says indignantly, and gets off the stool he’s sitting on.

Walking over to Jeonghan’s table, he seriously hopes his guess about Jeonghan being uncomfortable from his body language is right. Otherwise, he’s only going to embarrass himself in front of his long-time crush. 

“Hey, Jeonghan?” Seungcheol says as he reaches the table. 

The look of uneasinesses on Jeonghan’s face seems to vanish, and there’s a hint of relief in his voice when he calls Seungcheol’s name. 

HE KNOWS MY NAME, Seungcheol tries his best to send a telepathic message to his best friend. 

“I thought that was you, what are you doing here alone?” 

“Dinner, just wanted something to drink,” Jeonghan shrugs.

“And he is…?” Seungcheol looks at the stranger with gelled up hair that looks as greasy as his personality probably was.

“Leaving,” Jeonghan says abruptly, “I’m going to join you.” He stands up and places a hand over Seungcheol’s shoulder, as if they were good friends. 

“This is okay, right?” Jeonghan murmurs just low enough for Seungcheol to hear, as he leads them away from his previous table. 

“Yeah, course. I went over because I thought he was disturbing you,” Seungcheol answers. 

“My saviour,” Jeonghan jokes as they reach the table where Jihoon is. 

“So did I miss the part where he told you he’s had the longest crush on you or did I just spoil it for him?” Jihoon asks Jeonghan. 

Seungcheol wants to die. Right now. 

He really needs to talk to Jihoon about filtering his thoughts before they’re translated into actual audible words. 

Jeonghan lets out a laugh. 

“Has he now?” 

Seungcheol is still hyperaware of Jeonghan’s arm around his shoulder. 

“You should tell him to ask me out sometime,” Jeonghan says to Jihoon. 

“I’ll let him know,” Jihoon’s actually smirking. Seungcheol wants to kick him. Or hide in a ditch far away from here. He needs better friends. 

Jeonghan removes his arm around Seungcheol. “Thanks for rescuing me tonight, that guy was creepy as hell. But I think I’ll leave now, so I guess I’ll be waiting for your call?” 

He’s smiling at Seungcheol, and Seungcheol blinks a few times, his brain not fully comprehending what just happened. 

It’s when Jihoon nudges him with his foot that Seungcheol snaps out of his daze.

“Thank you. Wait no. I mean you’re welcome,” Seungcheol can see Jihoon laughing silently from the corner of his eye. He really needs better friends.

“And yeah,” he continues breathlessly, “I’ll call you soon.” 

[8aji]

now i write em down if i remember in the morning. // g.s.

pairing: geto suguru x reader

wc: 2.7k

synopsis: he liked the way it fell neatly across his shoulders. It tickled his neck at first, before he got used to the feeling, and for some reason, he could not pinpoint—most definitely satoru’s influence and one too many margaritas—he decided to mess it all up; nothing like being hangover to look over his mistakes.

tags/cw: fluff, suggestive, friends to lovers -ish, mention of alcohol consumption, everyone's hangover. —let me know if i missed anything!

a/n: its good to be back, inst it :))) ANYWAY i poured so much love into this fic and i hope yall love it as much as i do! what do we think of the dialogue?? i tried incorporating it more bc i usually rely on heavy descriptions but i dunno. thank u @thelastoreo for beta reading hehe mwah

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Footsteps sounding louder than they should, you made your way through the hall, softly calling out Suguru’s name. Neither in his room nor in the office, he was nowhere to be found. 

It was only when you stood outside the bathroom door that your inquiry was resolved, a muffled fuck confirming his whereabouts.

Three knocks then followed by a meek come in, you tried grounding yourself before opening the door. The atmosphere felt cold, off. 

The teetering words he had managed to utter while on call gave you a limited understanding of the situation, and the image in front of you didn’t help to reduce your uneasiness.

Inklike strands awkwardly framed his face, casting shadows you have never seen before. The look in his eyes was foreign, a deer caught in headlights, an empty void bursting with regret. Vermillion dripped down his skin, intermingling with each freckle, scar, in its wake; a tragic yet beautiful demonstration of pure regret.

“I think,” he paused, chest tightening against his will. “I think I cut it too short.”

Suguru doesn't remember how much time it took for his hair to grow out, all he remembers was both Satoru and you agreeing he’d look like really good with a particular hairstyle you saw on a billboard while shopping; there was no turning back from there. 

Using a good shampoo and conditioner was his priority, appalled by the 57-in-1 products he’d find in a few of his friends’—Toji’s—shower. He'd splurge on hair masks, using them once or twice a week, and heat protectant spray because using a blow-dryer had become a must during the winter. Bought a claw clip after endless nagging from your end, it was gentler on his hair when compared to the elastic hair ties he’d previously used.

Fuck, he even went as far as changing all his sheets and pillowcases to prevent breakage and reduce frizz.

Taking care of his hair was like therapy, and now he will have to pay an actual therapist to fix his unresolved childhood trauma.

“Sorry,” you huffed out, slightly leaning your weight against the doorframe. Your erratic breathing had evened out by now, though your ribs still hurt from the constant strain. “What?”

Gaze downcast as if embarrassed to confront you, despite him being the one to call you over. His legs shifted in place, occasionally putting more responsibility on his arms to hold his body weight. 

“I cut my hair too short.” He mumbled, before hopelessly looking at the ceiling and closing his eyes in regret. 

“How did this happen?” you questioned, cringing as his fingers walked through his short tresses, tensing when he realised there wasn’t lengthier length to go through. “When and why?” 

“I- I don't know.” 

Despite the initial refusal to look at you, he couldn't avoid making eye contact through the mirror; you made your way inside the bathroom as he spoke, leaning your hips against the counter and taking a stance beside his figure. The deadpan expression on your face made him slightly nervous, enough to bring a soft blush back to his cheeks.

“Yeah okay, so I was drunk.” 

“Explains a lot.”

“Let me finish, would you?” 

“Ok, sorry, go on.”

“After we got back from dropping you home, Satoru had the brilliant idea of watching a movie,” he recalled, rolling his eyes in annoyance though his whole demeanour was a bit lighter like he was able to recognise the humour out of the ridiculous situation he found himself in. "That would've been fine, hadn't he suggested more drinking.

“I was drunk so I agreed,”

Now it was your turn to roll your eyes, playful dismay coating your features as you subtly examined him through the mirror, not missing the way he still tried avoiding your gaze.

"Turns out it was a scheme to fuck me up because he chose the saddest fucking movie to ever be made by humankind, I had a weird crisis, doubted my whole existence and decided 4am would be a perfect time for a haircut.”

He couldn't help but chuckle at your snicker; your voice made him giddy like that.

“Well, if it's of any consolation, I think it suits you.” 

“I feel bald.”

“And I think you’d look really good even if bald.”

“He’s lying,” Satoru said, munching on some cereal. His face had multiple sheet marks even though he slept on the couch—or the carpet, you aren’t sure—and he was squinting despite wearing sunglasses, which sat crooked on his nose, of course. “Partially, at least.”

Even when he looked like utter shit, he managed to be a cocky bastard. 

“What do you mean?” You questioned, deciding to toy with whatever strings Satoru was pulling.

Just a few moments ago you had managed to convince Suguru of taking a shower despite the immense fatigue plaguing his body; the pretext of trying to wash away the regrets of the past convincing enough. Plus, promised an extra-large portion of waffles for the three of you once he was done; that seemed to work on him as well.

The soft pitter-patter of the water could be heard from the kitchen, ensuring it was just the two of you. His lips housed a smug smile, and if he wasn't one of your best friends you'd be wary of the motive behind his words (read: endearingly).

"He did have a mild existential crisis like he realised he had no idea what he was doing with his life and that his life purpose was eh," he tried explaining to the best of his ability, hand movements prevalent in the animated conversation. "But we watched this movie with that dude you like?"

Stopping in your tracks, you rested the whisk against the bowl you were using to mix the ingredients for breakfast, excitement pouring from your words as you mentioned the name of one of the artists you enjoyed.

“Yes! Him!” Satoru exclaimed, enjoying the way your features lit up. “Well, I made an off-handed comment about how you liked him and he was already drunk so he cut his hair because he thought it’d make you like him more or something.”

His nonchalant shrug—his stance about the whole situation to be honest—made you laugh.

“And you didn't try to stop him?” you played along, smiling at the way Satoru leaned against your figure, resting his head on your shoulder while mumbling how the light hurt his eyes.

“I passed out before I could do anything,” He answered, straightening up just enough so he could slurp the last bit of milk on his bowl. “Oh and, apparently milk helps with hangovers? I had no idea.”

The both of you stayed in silence, only the sizzling of the waffle maker breaking the silence. It would've been peaceful, another morning with your friends after a night out, the only difference being the idea of Suguru maybe liking you back; the thought forced an even bigger smile on your lips.

“Anyway,” An overtly exaggerated yawn left his mouth, smacking his lips together to emphasise his sleepiness. “I’m going back to sleep, wake me up when breakfast is done, please?”

Right before Satoru left the kitchen for a 14-hour power nap, Suguru made an entrance. Droplets of water stained his shirt as he ruffled his hair non-stop, adjusting the strands to prevent his, now shorter, fringe from poking his eyes.

“Morning ‘Ruru— Oh! There's condoms on the fourth drawer beside the fridge by the way.”

The sound of metal clanking against the counter and floor caught Suguru’s attention before he could process Satoru's odd, and weirdly specific, statement, body moving on autopilot to help you pick up whatever you dropped.

“You okay?" and it was only after he made sure you were alright that his mind revisited what his roommate said, making his brows furrow in confusion as he turned towards you, looking at you for an answer as if this was your house and not his. "—Wait, why do we have condoms in the kitchen?” 

"Why are you asking me?" You questioned him back, laughter bubbling in your throat at his confused state. “I don't live here.”

“Only because you rejected my offer to move in.”

“And have Satoru manipulate me into cutting my hair? No thanks.”

Pretending to be mortally wounded by your words, his hands went straight to his chest, clutching at his heart.

“Too soon.” He hissed out, closing his eyes and leaning his head against one of the cupboards. 

“Already told you you’d look hot bald.”

“Didn't even give me time to grieve.”

Spending time with Suguru was similar to spending time with Satoru. After some time joking around, talking about whatever topic crossed your mind, you could sit in silence without the pressure of filling up the space with mundane conversation. It makes sense they feel so familiar, the two of them have been attached to the hip for years, it's only natural for them to inherit mannerisms from each other. 

In their defence, it happened to you as well. Satoru’s dramatism and Suguru’s patience, both of their shitty senses of humour, and so many other characteristics you internalised, not only from them but from your other friends as well. After all that time together, it makes sense existing feels familiar around them.

Existing alongside Satoru and Suguru was so similar, yet so different. 

You couldn't pinpoint why.

Even so, this time the stakes felt a lot higher. Despite all the comfortable silences you've wallowed in with him, you can't help but feel tension grow around you, thickening with every tick of the clock.

Palpable, permeating every surface, enough for Suguru to feel it as well, it seems, because right before you said anything that could help dissipate the tension, he spoke up; Great minds think alike, after all.

“Weird how Satoru mentioned where he kept his condoms, huh?”

Great minds think alike, but he’s stupid.

“Yeah, weird,” you mumble, this close to bonking your head against the cupboard just like he did a couple of minutes ago. You were almost done with breakfast anyway, making sure the remaining batter cooked properly; you placed a plate in front of Suguru, handing him the carton of orange juice in the process and waited until he took a sip from his cup. If he was revisiting the tension's catalyst to get rid of said tension, guess the best thing you can do is play along. "It's because he wants us to fuck, I think."

Problem solved, the silence was gone, the echoing of choking noises and coughing distracting enough from the scary tension between you two. 

“Why—wait, sorry,” he excused himself, clearing his throat and wiping away some orange juice that had spilled on his chin and the counter. “Why do you think that?

“I dunno, just vibes.” You shrugged, munching on the corner of a waffle after sprinkling maple syrup all over it with a coy smile. His cheeks were dusted pink, and you're sure that if he hadn't chopped his hair off, he’d be playing with the strands; undoing and redoing his bun to keep himself busy from the embarrassment, a habit not many people were aware of, he didn't get to that level of embarrassment easily.

“Yeah, no,” trying his best to make eye contact despite his flustered state, he cut you off, accusingly so. “It’s always more than vibes with Satoru, he talks too much.”

“Suguru Geto, are you calling me a liar?” Now it was your turn to amp up the dramatics, and despite your act being extremely unconvincing, it still caught him slightly off guard.

“What— no, I'm just saying, I think you may be leaving some details out of this conversation.”

“So…a liar then?”

“I didn’t say a liar.”

“You implied it though.”

“Well, I didn't call you a liar,” He scoffed, finding amusement in your behaviour, the twinkle of mischief in your eyes. “Gonna tell me what Satoru said?”

“He mentioned the movie you watched.” 

“Oh.”

“Yeah…”

“The movie with you know who?”

“Yeah, that one.”

There are two scenarios. Scenario A, Satoru told you what movie you watched and that was it—though that doesn't make too much sense, why would he mention condoms then?— or Scenario B, Satoru told you about his mini crisis and how the existence of one of the characters drove him to grab a pair of scissors and cut everything off.

So, it really depends, how much did Satoru tell you? It's not like he wasn't worthy, because you're sure he'd rather disappear from this earth before being a tattletale, but your answer…was vague while being too condensed at the same time. The intonation of your words, your tone and body language; he could easily be reading too much into it, but it's plausible, isn't it? 

“Did he tell you anything else?” 

Determined to pull out as much information from you as he could, he was like a detective trying to come down to the bottom of a mystery—if detectives had enough free time to worry about matters of the heart or whatever. It made you gulp, distracting yourself by drinking some of the juice you had poured yourself not long ago, and it was only after a short pause, that felt eternal, that you answered.

“Not that I recall.”

It made him antsy, eager to but not knowing whether it would be a good idea to come clean, drop the question and maybe run away after you answered.

“Did he mention I like you?”

You almost spit your juice, coughing at his straightforwardness. Despite the nonchalant facade, you could look straight through. He looked cute, all flustered like he had to scrape every bit of courage he could find inside his body to utter the question. Cheeks flushed, biting his lip subtly enough for it to be almost unnoticeable unless you were looking at him closely. You noted the way his thumb played with the side of his index finger, hands no longer playing with his hair as if he had finally internalised the new length of it.

Time stopped when you looked at Suguru Geto, and you’re sure you could’ve stared at him forever if it wasn't for the sound of his voice interrupting your thoughts. 

He had also felt time stop, waiting in silence for an answer will do that to you. 

“Sorry, for asking, I thought he—”

“He implied it,” You interrupted him, somehow reassuring him that your lack of response wasn't a no. “‘Said you cut your hair because of you know who, so I'd like you more.”

A pensive frown made its way onto Suguru’s face, so Satoru did snitch, huh? Still, he didn’t feel betrayed, it was relieving in a way, though scary in case you were to reject him and “eliminate” him from your life, telling you about his feelings—directly or indirectly—felt like a weight was lifted up from his shoulders.

“And did it work?” 

Now, all that was left was to figure out whether his feelings were reciprocated or not. Even if you said no, curiosity would get the best of him, and despite his heart going doki doki inside his ribcage, there was no harm in playing a little coy while at it, right?

“I already told you,” trying to one-up him with his cockiness, holding eye contact though bashfulness still glazed your eyes, match his bluntness if you will; you respond. "I'd like you even if you were bald."

"Shut up." He mumbles, your gaze too penetrating for his liking, it forced him to pull back. Though his cheeks were not only red now, they hurt, the cheesy smile making him feel all giddy and warm inside.

“Aw, you embarrassed?”

“It’s just,” His hand was warm against yours, his fingers tickling your palm as he reached for it across the counter. He pressed his face against his arm, almost touching the counter, the coldness of it sending shivers down his spine. “You make me so weak.”

The both of you remained in comfortable silence for a couple of minutes, finishing breakfast and enjoying each other’s presence as long as you could; never letting your hands go, that is.

It was sort of funny how such a tense atmosphere could transform into utter peace.

“Just to be clear,” he broke the silence once more, now rubbing his thumb against the back of your hand and looking at you like he received a terminal diagnosis of lovesickness. “You do like me back, right?”

“Yes Suguru, I like you.”

“Thanks, I just needed to hear you say it.”

“You didn't wake me up for breakfast!” Satoru exclaimed, yawning as he made his way across the kitchen not a single dirty plate or cup in sight, only you sitting on the counter as Suguru stood shirtless in between your legs. Despite his hair being shorter, it still managed to get his shirt wet, but he was too lazy to change, so he just took it off, pretending he didn't enjoy the way your eyes roamed down his chest.

His hand was awfully close to your thigh, and though you were wearing shorts, from Satoru’s perspective it looked like you were only covered by an oversized shirt. Plus, the giddiness the both of you irradiated, Suguru sporting splotchy cheeks and whatever the fuck you did to glow the way you did, who knows what blasphemous activities had been going on before he interrupted, it could only mean but one thing.

“Wait– were you each other's breakfasts? Did you guys finally fuck?!”

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[daydreams-magic01-mrsdurin]

‘I am your King’

(Thranduil x Female!Elf!Reader)

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Requested by: Anon

Requests: Open

Fandom: The Hobbit Trilogy

Request: ‘ Hi I loved Finnel! Could you write Thranduil x female elf reader where they’re together but get into an argument and he leaves in anger but ends in fluff? Thank you! ‘

Thank you so much! That means a lot to me. I forgot Thranduil walking out, as you will see below, but I tried to incorporate it once I realised, and it actual led to a clear image of the ending for me. I hope that this is okay, and thank you for requesting. I am not very good at angst, so I hope that this is okay.

Warnings: Comments on parenting, angst, and such.

Words: 2.3K

Disclaimer: This is a fanfiction, the scenarios, the reader, and the dialogue are all mine.

This should only be found on my blog.

Author is always me on this blog @daydreams-magic01-mrsdurin ​ .

A/N: Please do not copy or plagiarise this, or put it in your own book, etc. It should only be found here. Also, please mention if I should make a taglist and if you wanted to be added. I also tried by best at being British.

Thank you.

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Before she was Queen, (Y/n) was perhaps the best soldier (minus the King and his family), she led the Guard as well as the armed forces of their Lord to victory. Her skill was unmatched, her aim unwavering and her swordsmanship rivalling that of the King himself. Orcs shivered at her name, Goblins ran back into their mountains, and enemy Kingdoms were more likely to bow before her than battle. Perhaps that is an exaggeration, but there are always elements of truth in the legend. 

People were not shocked when the King of the Woodland realm was entranced by her - most were and even Dwarves found themselves astounded by her beauty; the people of Middle Earth, however, were further shocked upon the discovery that she returned his feelings. Celebrations lasted for weeks, and the people assumed more would follow soon after a few months in their marriage. Yet, none did. 

This is perhaps what has led to the present. 

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"You will not fight," the King calmly states, causing the hair on the back of her neck to dance. He does not look away from her, giving her the tantalising gaze reserved for those he trades with, especially Dwarfs. She does not break the eye contact, their tidy chambers silent around them.

"Yes, I will." 

There's a pause before he chuckles eerily, taking a step forward as he begins to circle her, a familiar tactic of his with enemies, "you are a Queen." He takes in the flowers weaved into her hair and the braids that remove hair from falling to her face, he takes in her gleaming silver gown with stars intricately etched on and he takes in her weapon less body, "you are not even prepared for war, Nin Meleth."

Although her shoulders shiver for a split second, she does not weaken, her eyes now fixated on the shut door in front of them, settling on him as her husband finally comes to a stop, back in his original place, she must withhold a scoff as she takes in his own appearance, he wears a matching silver robe, and his crown. "Neither are you, my lord."

Once again, there is a pause before her King chuckles again, and he slowly, carefully reaches into his robe to pull out a single, Elvish dagger, "this is but one I have on my person."

"I may have several weapons on me, and you would not be wiser," her eyes raise to meet his, the wild smile of her Guard days reappearing on her face, making the King frown, his gaze hardening as he effortlessly slithers the dagger back into its place.

"You have grown too comfortable with your life, my Queen," he speaks in Sindarin, raising a gentle hand to the circlet on her head, which is fixated in place by those flowers, "my (Y/n) would have never worn such beautiful pieces in her hair when she was the mere head of the guard." 

She cannot deny that those words stung they cause her to gasp out slightly, which is enough to shake the foolish King out of his stupor, his jaw-dropping slightly as his eyes sharply shift to meet her own again, "Nin Meleth -."

"Enough!" She harshly says, her voice so stern and powerful that it could rival his, the true voice of a Queen. She pushes his hand away and fixes her posture, standing tall, "I may have not been so lucky to afford such delicacies, nor had the time to wear my best as often as you, but that is simply because whilst you attempted to fit into the shoes of a King, after being the Crown Prince for so long, I was protecting our borders, putting effort into creating peace."

He begins to look guilty, until she mentions his Kingship and peace, as he effortlessly slips into Sindarin, "how dare you, I am the one who has to engage in countless diplomacy meetings, I have led my armies into battle, and won, I have done countless things that you cannot imagine." He steps closer to her, leaning down to her ear, "I am your King." He enunciates each word, smirking softly to himself as he knows what reaction to expect, "your duty is to do as I say."

Opposite to the usual reaction of hers, her shoulders tense at his proximity, and she sharply steps back, responding in Sindarin, "my duty is to the people and to my Guard." 

He tilts his head, watching her, devoid of emotions, and raises a brow.

Gaze unwavering, she rips the silver circlet from her head, many of the flowers alongside it, revealing the braids beneath and she throws it to the side, it clangs on the floor so loud that it shakes the passages and halls closest, their people freezing upon the sound.

"Take my crown," she steps forward, her gaze forming into a glare, with the stature of a Queen, The Queen of the Woodland Realm, "for I would rather lose it than hide in these halls like a pathetic goblin, or like you, Hîr vuin." She does not wait for an answer, instead choosing to step past her husband, heading to the door, which she makes no haste in pulling open.

His posture straightens, his head jostling back in shock, and he swerves on his heels "and what if you are with child?" These are the celebrations that the people spoke of, expecting heirs. 

She halts, her Westron unwavering, "than their mother will be a Warrior, rather than a Princess."  

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The servants were not surprised when asked to set up the Queen's chambers, for you would have had to be as deaf as a Dwarf to not hear at least some of their conversation, certainly, the Circlet hitting the stone flooring. The King did not agree with this, for her chambers would be at the other side of the Wing, but he was not going to show his discomfort, nor his disagreement.

That was not the end of the Queen's actions that riled him. Although the Queen had officially stopped being the head of the Guard, that did not mean they stopped seeing her as so and even the current captain referred to himself as a form of co-captaincy, so when she asked to train with them, even though she had not meant for it to, things quickly settled into how they were before. 

Thranduil watched every move she made, slinking in the shadows, from the balcony, and even in the training sessions himself, making sure that no one would harm a hair on his Lady's head.

To spite him, (Y/n) stopped wearing his gifts, settling back into her green tunic and brown trousers, stomping over to meals in such attire, always glaring at him from across the table, never uttering a word. Yet, she spoke to everyone else, wrote to everyone else also, but never uttering a slight sign of affection to her King. 

It was driving Thranduil mad. 

Of course, he did not attempt to talk to her either, only speaking when she crossed the line. 

"No."

She ignores him, not moving her bow from the dinner table. She would not have done it previously due to manners, but it no longer mattered. 

She slumps into her seat, hair wild with leaves sticking out from recent patrol, a darker shade for a tunic today, her leather chest plate still on, "I deserve a reward, do you not think," she thanks the servant that serves her some salad, before fixating her gaze back on her King's, "after all, I have been working so hard."

"By putting our child's life at risk."

The Servants serving each freeze, the air in the room turns cold, and the Queen shifts herself into a Kinglier posture. 

"How dare you." 

The servants step away from the table, slowly, to not catch the eye of either of them, and the guard’s glance at each other. 

The King does not look ashamed and leans back into his seat, plopping a grape into his mouth, "it is true."

"Tell me, my lord, have I engaged in hand-to-hand combat?"

He pauses, "no."

"Tell me, my lord, have I trained with swords with another."

He pauses again, "no."

"Correct," she raises her goblet of cranberry juice to her lips, taking a tantalisingly long sip before placing it back down, licking my lips, "I have only demonstrated the movements, but I have not engaged in-person versus person."

"Yes, but -"

"Then, tell me, my lord, have I been drinking alcohol or going on unnecessary journey's."

"No," he makes no haste in continuing, cutting his wife off, "but you are still putting them at risk."

She scoffs and suddenly stands, knocking the table slightly, and pushing her chair against the floor, creating large squeaking noises, making many winces around her. 

"My last cycle was three weeks ago, and we simply did it once before you decided to be insensitive and foolish, I believe it to be unlikely I am with child, you imbecile." 

She turns on her heels, beginning to walk away, ignoring how her husband immediately stands, taking a few steps so that the table is no longer in his way, but she pays no heed. 

"How dare you!"

"Mîbo orch!"

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As she suspected, she was yet to be with child, and the King was informed, having ordered a servant to inform him if blood ever stained her satin sheets.

This did not stop (Y/n), who quickly settled back into her life before marriage, going on dangerous patrols, scouting out possible threats on the land surrounding them and treating the King as a King, rather than her husband. 

Elves are incredibly patient, and this spat went on for several months, the only comfort being the gazes the pair secretly gave the other when they were not looking, for when they did converse, arguments always followed.

 "I assure you, my lord, I will fulfil my duties as a Queen," she calmly states, treating him as she did before courting. The two are currently in the main hall, in front of their thrones, hers which hadn't been occupied in quite some time. Today, she wears several braids joined together so that her hair is not half up-half down, but more a quarter up, and three quarters down: with silver tunic and brown trousers. He wears his crown and the usual attire of light robe and dark trousers. She had come to report on their patrols, the official captain having faked discomfort to get the two to forgive, for all the people could feel it, as the days got darker, the air harder to breathe and the constant air of sadness surrounded the lands, the trees were drooping, and the paths are becoming overgrown. 

"Then why have you not been in my chambers for so long."

"I beg your pardon?" She scoffs, the King providing her with the known gaze of his, which is void of all emotion.

"You bare me no glance, no-touch -"

"For you are unworthy of my attention, my lord, with all due respect," she speaks so calmly, and it is as if a knife goes through Thranduil, his gaze faltering, as well as his posture, but only for a millisecond. 

Still, she notices, and guilt grips at (Y/n's) heart as she goes to take a gentle step forward. He raises a hand in dismissal, halting her in her steps.

"If my presence is so unwanted then let me rid you of it."

"My lord -"

He does not listen, ignoring her as he makes his way out, deciding today would be a good day for a private patrol of the furthest ends of their land.

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"I was worried for you, Nin Meleth."

The King freezes, bow still in hand, not having noticed the presence before resuming his motions, gently placing his Bow on the rack. He wears a dark grey tunic, with brown trousers and a leather chest plate, which he soon takes off, his circlet not even crooked, "Now you know how I felt, My Queen," he switches to Sindarin, not turning to meet her.

"I did not act so foolish," she stands, and Thranduil listens as the footsteps come to behind him, not faltering in his movements as he removes all daggers, "patrol by yourself, my lord, is incredibly dangerous."

There is a pause, and he turns on his heels, "I am sorry, that I upset you. I did not mean to say that you were not beautiful before." She smiles sadly, seeing so he takes a step forward, shakily raising a hand to her shoulder. "Your station is not mere, I valued you as the head of my royal guard, I just wanted you to feel as if your position as my Queen was better so that you would not leave for the battle that will soon be upon us all."

She laughs slightly, "I must say I expected it to be sooner, rather than later."

"I am simply relieved that those in the fortress have gone quiet, and we can prepare," Thranduil states, moving his hand to gently cup her cheek.

There is a pause, as he gently smiles down to her, which she soon finds herself returning.

"You are forgiven," for the King rarely apologises, "and I am sorry for what I said, your comments made me feel unvalued, and I wanted you to feel the same." 

He leans forward, and the two of them shut their eyes as they lean their foreheads against each other, "I hate that I made you feel that way, I will never do so again and the comments I made were unfair, you will be a wonderful mother and I know you would never put our child at risk."

"Good," she jests, making his smile widen, "and you, a wonderful father."

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fanfic writer asks 🤡🛒🎶🌞🤲? (I realise this is a lot and you were trying to keep them short gdjkhf I am SO sorry. no pressure to answer all of them haha)

🤡 What’s a line, scene, or exchange you’ve written that made you laugh?

This did give me pause because I know I’ve laughed at certain lines as I was writing them before, but rn I can’t remember any that are actually funny in and of themselves? I don’t even mean that like ‘on second thought, I amuse myself and no one else’ - I just think I’m probably more of a dramatic irony type of person than a crafter of fabulous one-liners in either dialogue or narration. Plus Two & Jamie lend themselves to that so well, so perhaps what I laughed at was less my writing and more just a general sense of, “Oh, you two idiots who don’t know what I (and every single other person in this fandom) know.” Like maybe what happens in Itemized or Visitation Rights isn’t like, laughter funny but eye-roll funny? Or maybe I’m just having trouble remembering smaller/more immediately funny bits so all I can do right now is talk plots/themes. That is also a possibility.

🛒 What are some common things you incorporate in your fics? Themes, feels, scenes, imagery, etc.

Well, surely ��oh you idiots” is up there as either a theme or a feeling or something, but I believe that’s just a necessary symptom of being a Two/Jamie writer. As for me personally, hmm...

Do you know that bit in Much Ado About Nothing where Benedick’s like, “There’s a double meaning in that!” and the joke is that no, really that means exactly what you think it does you himbo - but also, this is a Shakespeare play & you are actively being played by your friends so okay, technically, sure there’s a double meaning in all of this, but calm down alright it’s not like you discovered anything that wasn’t already painfully clear? That bit? I feel like I love any chance to write something like that - characters knowing one another well enough to talk about one thing while talking about another even though it’s kinda obvious and #notthatdeep. They/I do not get points for being clever or anything because everyone knows what they’re saying/alluding to even if they get some kick or whatever out of not stating it directly. But it’s still fun to write, especially when characters have a rapport that supports that kind of thing.

Or did you mean something more concrete? I feel like I pay a lot of attention to physicality - again, easy when you’re writing Two/Jamie & that’s so much of who they are - but I kinda need to be able to trace the positions & movements of everyone in a fic all the time, so I feel like gestures & touch come up a lot with me, even if they aren’t strictly necessary to the story? I also catch myself pointing out the quality of light in most scenes I write, not necessarily as a thing to focus on, but another one of those struggle-not-to-mention-it things. But hey, I have a url to live up to!

🎶 Do you listen to music while you write? What song have you been playing on loop lately?

I do - current length of my Two/Jamie playlist is over 18 hours (whoops! I realize that's not really a playlist at all it's just a big group of songs that can be made to make me think of them) and I’ve also totally made smaller breakout playlists to help with focus on individual fics before. I stop when I want to get serious about editing, and then when I’m proofreading I can put music back on only if I have one of those dedicated smaller playlists, otherwise I’ll risk getting some wires crossed on vibes.

But what have I been playing on loop lately? Well in the “linked (tightly) to a specific fic” category, Pink Floyd’s “Us & Them” has been required listening while reading/working on the heart of one wip. And more generally I’ve been listening to Skerryvore’s album Evo a lot lately, and that’s got a few songs on it that also feature on the Two/Jamie playlist for various reasons.

🌞 Do you have a preferred time of day to write?

Answered! Spoiler alert: it boils down to ‘literally whenever I can’ - not very fun ik

🤲 Would you please share a snippet of a wip?

No :)

I’m kidding. But you might wish I wasn’t after you see it.

I won’t forget you, you know.

Jamie’s cheeks burned with the embarrassment of his own naivety. Wounded, he wondered if the Time Lords had laughed at him then, knowing what was about to happen. He wondered if the Doctor knew, and only put on a brave face so Jamie could go on believing that for as long as he would remember wanting to. But it hadn’t worked, and he remembered now – but also, he remembered now.

Deeper than the embarrassment but stronger too, there was a spark, a tiny ember glowing inside him: he hadn’t forgotten. The Time Lords had done their best but it had only stopped him for a little while – a few months, a handful of weeks. All-powerful masters of the universe, and they couldn’t even keep him from remembering for longer than that. No, he hadn’t forgotten. He’d just been a little dazed - distracted, that was all. But neither his heart nor his mind had let go of the Doctor, and they wouldn’t now either. It was dangerous, hope, Jamie knew that – knew the things it could lead people to do, the risks they might take in its name. But he had beaten their memory block after all, and if that could happen, then maybe . . .

It might be foolish of him to hope, but as he turned his face towards the stars with bleary, tear-filled eyes, he found it hard not to.

Because if he could remember, what could the Doctor do?

[nautilusopus]

18, 19, 8 and 1 for the ask game!

1) Who is your favorite character to write for and is this the character you find easiest to write for?

I mean Cloud obviously. The "six different anxiety disorders in a trenchcoat" aspect of him means he bounces nicely off pretty much every character or situation.

8) Do you take inspiration from real life? If so how do you incorporate it into your fics?

I mean there's the usual, "Oh yeah I watch for weird anecdotes or details and use those in writing," but everyone does those. The most important takeaway is just knowing how people fucking talk. (It actually infuriates me how people manage to struggle with dialogue. YOU'RE a people. YOU know how to talk. Just have them do that. Do you think another human being would say these things in this way? Great, then don't have them do that. Please you're slowly killing me.)

Some people double back and stutter and clarify more than others. Some people like turn of phrase. Others don't. Almost no one talks in a clean, unbroken line, and the ones that do have either had a moment to think about it or have had a moment of clarity, and then that needs to be incorporated into the dialogue: the thought process, the rhythm of what they're saying, so on and so forth. Writing dialogue might not be second nature to you, the writer, but talking is second nature to everyone with sufficiently language skills, in one form or another, whether or not they're thinking about what to say as they say it, and if they are, whether that makes them suddenly pivot on subject matter halfway through.

Everyone KNOWS these things, even if they don't know they know them, and in fact everyone does them every day if you are ever around another human being. Just do that.

18) What's the most obscure thing you've researched for a fic?

All the different ways you can apply for a doctorate in certain regions of France before realising I didn't give a shit. I should've never tried to do anything fun with Cissnei, she's caused me nothing but pain.

I don't even know if that's a good answer. Google thinks I actually for sure have crippling erectile dysfunction even more than Google usually assumes that. Does a set of all sets actually contain itself? Are any of my friends familiar enough with fluid dynamics to be able to calculate how long it would take something to float up a specific distance through water, as in several miles, and how buoyant is a human body anyway? What all is even in a blood test if we ignore the usual rules about sample viability? (Not a lot as it turns out which is why I had to lock myself into that stupid chromosome setup/payoff thing.)

I have done a frankly disgusting amount of number fiddling for the sake of TNI and I look forward to never doing it again.

19) What is some random info you happen to have that you used in a fic?

I'm decently-ish familiar with how engines work because I had a stupid gearhead phase in high school and therefore have decided that Fenrir's engine is a rotary that Cloud designed himself, and I shove this headcanon into every fic I can because I'M RIGHT.

I think it's apt, metaphorically speaking, and also given what Fenrir's canonical top speed is (a whopping 250 miles per hour -- would need to be packing some serious power under the hood without it weighing too much).

[the-al-chemist]

Second try :D

🤡 🛒 🛠 (I know that, but more specifically, what do you use when and why) and ✅

I love it when the asks don’t go to plan 😅 thanks for your persistence in sending them!

🤡 What's a line, scene, or exchange you've written that made you laugh?

I love writing comedy, and I include it wherever I can. Any time Tonks is in a scene, I rub my hands together with glee. However, my funniest scenes/lines that I’ve written so far have been:

Charlie and Artemis’ drinking game in When Stars Ignite (“I don’t think your hand counts as a girlfriend.”)

The arrival of the flying car in Portrait of the Vault (“This is not a Christmas miracle, Artemis, this is a crime.”)

The entirety of Much Ado About Bluffing.

Ethel and Selene’s Nativity play in The Beginning of a Symphony (“Mary - Mother, Madonna, Regina - did birth the Baby Jesus from out of her…”)

🛒 What are some common things you incorporate in your fics? Themes, feels, scenes, imagery, etc.

Themes: growing up, changing/learning, belonging, finding/creating your own path, friendship, families, freedom, love in all its forms.

Feels: nostalgia, happiness, sadness, anger, fear, hope.

Scenes: conversations between characters resulting in realisations/connections, depictions of female friendship, slice of life, and universal experiences.

Imagery: sunsets/sunrises, light/dark, nature.

🛠What tools/programs/apps do you use to write?

My laptop is a relic from 2010, and only gets used if I’m desperate to do something that I can’t do on a tablet/my phone. I use Google docs for short stories/anything I want beta-reading because it’s easier to share documents with others. I use an app called Evernote for longer stories, as I find it easier to group and organise multiple chapters in there. Google drive isn’t good on my tablet or phone for some reason. In the moment stories usually get written on my phone, planned out stories on the tablet. It has a Bluetooth keyboard that makes me feel like I’m using a real computer when I remember to charge it up.

I don’t use any grammar tools other than what is built into software already, because I am a technophobe and don’t trust the software. I’m a grammar pedant to the point that I took a 30 hour online English grammar course for fun whilst furloughed, so I like to think that I probably have a better than average grounding in grammar. If I have a query about a grammar structure or rule, I can always refer back to my notes or to google. I also write a lot of dialogue in colloquial/informal speech, which isn’t necessarily grammatically correct because none of us speak with perfect grammar, so I sacrifice my pedantry for realism. I’d just get frustrated with a program picking up things I disagree with. Google docs telling me to take the letter u out of ‘favourite’ and ‘colour’ is bad enough.

✅ What's something that appears in your fics over and over and over again, even if you don't mean to?

Characters maturing and learning how to be better people/finding themselves over time. I often end up with more comedy than I intend and more mild angst/hurt-comfort. Also, Artemis likes to butt in if she gets half an opportunity. I often write with a mental stick to beat her back with if she gets too obnoxious.