#i try to be open with my struggles bc I want a dialogue and for people to humanize addicts

[pyreshe]

this obvi isn’t about anyone i follow but like. some people were never taught to see addicts as people and it very clearly shows in how they write them / about them & discuss them 🙃

[biolumien]

friendly blows

soshiro hoshina x gn!reader smile and wave everyone. there may be the slightest bit of suggestive dialogue but that's bc hoshina's a fucker word count: 1091

“Do you take great pleasure in beating the shit out of me or something?” you pant from where you lay on the floor. As you attempt to sit up, you wince, holding your rib. “You kicked me in the fucking rib, Hoshina-”

“Ah, pshaw. Didn’t hit it hard enough to properly break it,” Hoshina says, waving his hand dismissively. “You’ll live. I know your limits better than you, I think. After all, I spend so much time staring at your vitals in HQ anyway… I know what’s fragile about you. And besides, I’m not trying to kill you. You’ll be fine.” He wipes sweat from his jaw, one of his crimson eyes opening as he smirks down at you, a wink. He extends his hand out to you. “Up on your feet, soldier. Got a bit more fight left in ya, I can tell.”

“You’re a bastard,” you grouse, reaching out your hand to grasp his as you begin to pull yourself up–

And then Hoshina retracts his hand, and you fall right back onto the ground.

“Fucker!” you grumble as Hoshina begins to chuckle.

“Ohh, I’m sorry, I’m sorry… had to, had to. If you still have the energy to mouth off I’m sure you have more than enough energy to fight me.” Hoshina teases, though his expression seemed a little more serious. “You’re the one who wanted to fight me, let’s not forget. I’m just giving you your money’s worth.”

You growl, pressing your hands against the training room’s mats as you push yourself up, still rubbing at where Hoshina had kicked you before. You ready yourself into a sparring position, and Hoshina simply just stares at you, a teasing smirk on his face.

Pure cockiness.

You’ve been fighting for close to thirty minutes–it’s felt like an eternity, in any case. He’s seen most of your moves, and the ones he hasn’t seen, he’s been able to predict with relative ease. 

Hoshina moves fast–almost too fast for your eyes to process, his foot swinging out to kick you in the side, and you manage to jump out of the way just in time for his swing to find no purchase. He laughs, winding up his arm to slam a punch towards your face. You hold up your hands fast enough to block the blow and grit your teeth as Hoshina bears down on you with the punch, forcing his whole weight onto you.

“Not bad,” Hoshina says. “You’re getting better at predicting my moves.”

Focusing’s taking too much of your time, so you simply huff.

“Ahh, there it goes,” Hoshina teases. “Can’t mouth off if you’re too busy trying to focus on not getting hit, right?”

A sudden punch to your stomach scatters your focus immediately as he swings his leg, his foot hooking your ankle and causing you to slam against the ground with a thud. 

You cough as the impact takes all the air out of your lungs, and Hoshina leans over you. 

“You alive?” he teases, baring his teeth. 

Fucker.  

“Oh, plenty alive,” you rasp, reaching up to grab him by the collar. 

As he yelps—it’s a cute sound, to hear him caught off guard—you hook your leg around the back of his knee and he collapses against you, barely avoiding smashing your heads together by bracing himself against the mat. After a bit of struggling, you flip your positions so that you’re pinning him against the mat with a hand pressed against his sternum, your legs bracketing his thighs to keep him from moving. 

Hoshina’s eyes are fully open, staring at you as his chest heaves. He pants, and you’re furtively grateful he’s not making some kind of smart remark.  

“What was that, you said? If you have the energy to mouth off… something like that? Where’s all your fight now?” you gasp out, pressing your hand down harder. 

Hoshina wheezes. 

“Oh, believe me, pretty thing, I’ve got more fight left in me than you could ever imagine,” Hoshina says, his eyes meeting yours as suddenly you feel yourself buckling. Hoshina pushes you back with a gentle hand, as if you’re barely any weight to him at all, shuffling your bodies–

“Hey–” you protest as he flips you onto your front, pinning you to the mat with a knee to the small of your back and holding your arms back with a hand. “I got you that time!”

“You did,” Hoshina amends. “You can get some praise for that, if you want. Ohh, you did so well,” his voice lilts as he leans forward, his lips brushing against your ear. “Keep it up, and maybe you can pin me down for longer…”

Your face flushes.

“Going red? How cute,” Hoshina says. “Well… hm. Let’s end training here for today.” He pulls back, letting you get up. 

“You bastard,” you say, your hands coming up to your face to assess how flushed your cheeks are. It might just be because of the training, but you feel like you’re on fire, somehow.

“Mm, I’ll take that as a compliment,” Hoshina says, holding up a water bottle to you. “Here. Good work today.” 

You unscrew the water bottle, drinking about half the bottle, crushing the plastic in your grip as you do. Hoshina watches with bemusement in his eyes.

“I just feel like I’m not getting better,” you say frustratedly. “When I fight you it just feels like I just forget about everything else I’ve learned.” “Aww, don’t let that get you down,” Hoshina teases. “You’re doing great against me. Most people can’t even land a hit on me, you know! And you kept me pinned down for… longer than anyone could say they had before.” He seemed almost embarrassed to admit it, pressing a hand to the back of his neck. 

“You’re making fun of me,” you say. “Aren’t you?”

“No,” Hoshina says after a moment, a smile approaching this side of genuine crossing his lips. “You’re doing great against me. I look forward to the day where you can beat me. Let me see your hand for a sec?”

You extend your hand for a second, wondering what he’ll do–

Hoshina simply kisses your bruised knuckles, holding your hand gently. You think you might be dead, hallucinating, or something, with the way your heart stops for a moment–and then the moment’s over, because Hoshina has parted from you, letting go of your hand.

“Text me if you ever want to spar again,” he says, turning away from you. 

“Hoshina–” you start, but he’s already gone.

Fucker.

[bellyasks]

Any "I'm-ready-to-burst" prompts for tummy enjoyers please? Like all the situations when a character can say or hear this (or similar) phrase

doing dialogue And scenarios bc Ready To Burst is my favorite thing for a character to be💖

"Oh my gosh, don't even try to fit that last piece in, your belly's about to burst."

"Oof, don't squeeze me so tight, my stomach's about to pop like a balloon."

"Can you at least try to burp up some of that air before you keep going so you don't explode?"

"Alright, I'll eat a little more if you really want me to, but if I explode it's on you."

"Go easy on the soda, you're making me nervous. Your tummy looks like it's about to pop."

"Ugh, no more, I'm gonna burst if I even look at another bite."

Your character is at their absolute limit, stomach straining to hold itself together, but they have one or two bites left on their plate. It'd be silly to not finish it up.

While your character is struggling to finish an enormous meal, their friend/partner gives them a hug around their bulging middle, teasing that they're holding them together so they don't explode.

Your character has just eaten the meal of a lifetime shortly before their appointment to get a new tattoo on their belly, and their friends joke that the needle will be the last straw for their nearly-bursting tummy.

After eating far too much on an exceptionally hot day, your character begs to get inside and out of the sun, joking that they're going to pop open like a piece of popcorn in the heat.

Your character has to take a pill after eating, but they've eaten so much that they're a little worried about whether their distended stomach can hold even a sip of water.

Gas is building up in your character's stomach after eating something that didn't agree with them, but as badly as they need to, they can't force up a burp. They're desperate to relieve the pressure, but it's only growing, and they're wondering how much more they can take.

[apollodarling-writes]

Can you write a dialogue between Yandere High lord Rhysand from ACOTAR and male reader about after reader escaped and ran away from his wedding/mating ceremony and Rhysand catches reader agian maybe you could add smut of Rhys forces reader to accept the mating bound and then Rhysand goes through a feranzy and Reader going through heat. If it to much you don’t have too and I couldn’t see if your requests are open or not 😊❤️❤️❤️❤️

yan! high lord rhysand with a male! reader who ran away from their mating ceremony

cws : yandere themes, dubcon elements if you squint, forced mating bond, reader in heat (i hope i did this well enough), rhysand in a frenzy, kidnapping, mind-break implied, mean! rhysand, dom! rhys + sub! reader, toxic! rhys, reader whimpers, throatfucking, magic used to aid in a penile and anal stimulation, darkness used for added stimulation, idk the extent of rhysand's powers but i imagine he can do wtv the hell he wants, uhhh dacryphilia, overstim, possessive! rhys, kinda degradation??, the term pretty is used but its in a degrading way, he calls you little mate, spanking, handjob, ball-fondling??????, literal marking, mate marking, a little bit of blood bc of biting,

mdni !!

author note : this is my first time writing for an amab reader. if its not any good, im so so sorry. i did try really hard. idk much about amab anatomy or what it feels like so pls forgive me. i hope this was good and i hope it was what you were looking for!!

it was safe to say that rhysand was livid. after all that he’s done for you, he only asked that you accepted the mate bond, but you couldn’t even do that. a snarl tears through his lips as he orders his inner circle to immediately begin searching for you. feyre was long gone— he’d made sure to ship her back off to tamlin after he’d made a deal to use the cauldron to create a mating bond with you.

rhysand was sure that you knew. it was no wonder that you’d try to run from him, but he thought you knew better. this was supposed to be a special night for the two of you. you were supposed to go through with your part of the mating ceremony, the two of you would fuck on every surface of the home he had built for this purpose specifically, then he would announce you as his husband— his mate. but of course, you just had to be a brat.

rhysand tugged on the bond, a spike of fear being sent through from your end. he was silently glad that he hadn’t taught you everything he did feyre— he could enter your mind whenever he pleased without worrying about you shutting him out.

“i’ll find you, little mate. you can’t run from me forever.”

he makes sure to send a fraction of his rage through the bond before shutting it off completely. that’ll send you into a state of panic, make your movements sloppy, blah blah blah. it’ll be a piece of cake.

it doesn’t take long before azriel finds you. shit, azriel has been keeping his mate captive, so it’s no wonder he’d be so willing. rhysand is quick to winnow to your location — only a few miles from the border of the night court. you must've had help...

“hello, little mate.” rhysand purrs, fingers darting out to grip your collar. he watches with a sick pleasure as your eyes widen with fear, your hands desperately trying to claw his off of you; it was futile. rhysand winnows the two of you back to your home feeling his cock grow hard the more you struggle against his grip.

“if you want to be a brat, then i’ll fuck it out of you.” rhysand growls. “but first, you’ll make me something to eat.”

rhysand ushers you to the kitchen, his grip shifting to the back of your neck as he harshly pushes you forward. a cold chill runs down your spine as you make him something simple— you didn’t want to further incur his wrath. after plating it, rhysand quickly eats it, his gaze shifting to you.

even an idiot would realize that they’d fucked up royally. with the way rhysand’s gaze darkens, hungry and lustful in nature, your senses picking up on the pheromones he was subconsciously releasing. the scent of him was heavy-- citrus and sea numbing your mind as your body grows hot. your cock sits heavy in your pants, straining against the fabric as rhysand pounces on you, his wings encasing the two of you as he presses himself against you.

rhysand rocks his cock against yours once, twice, three times, before slipping his hand into your pants. his digits wrap around your length, smearing pearls of precum along your shaft as he strokes you. a whimper parts your lips and rhysand takes the opportunity to slot his lips against yours. his tongue is quick to claim the new territory, his free hand gripping your hip as he pulls away from you. with a wave of his hand, you stand bare before him, body glistening with a sheen of sweat.

"on your knees, little mate." an unseen force followed by a metallic twang forces you to kneel before him, jaw slackening as far as your bone structure would allow. rhysand's dark eyes are blown wide as his clothing dissipates, his hand reaching down to cup the base of his manhood. it was unbelievably large-- based on his wingspan, you knew it would be above average, but this? it was monstrous. you briefly wonder if it would tear you in half.

rhysand slides the tip of his cock along your tongue, the magic swirling around you flattening the muscle in your stead, and one hand cups the back of your head as he bottoms out. tears spring from your eyes, the rough pads of the high lord's fingers gingerly brushing them away as he coos at you. "you can take it."

a gurgled protest on your end elicits a throaty groan from the man above you, his cock throbbing as he slowly thrusts in and out of your throat, a rippling pleasure taking over his senses. rhysand's pace gradually increases, drool dripping down your chin as he wields the darkness around you to prep your ass and stroke your length. the pain and pleasure of both send you into a frenzy-- the pathetic whimpers you release only stimulate your mate further.

"fuck... doin' so good for me, baby."

it doesn't take much for you to cum; the cool touch of his magic combined with the stimulation on your g-spot became too much, your body quickly becoming overstimulated.

"baby, im gonna cum." rhysand announces, his eyes screwing shut as his thrusting becomes more aggressive and powerful. "fuck, fuck-- keep crying for me. y'look so pretty."

rhysand's hips still, thick ropes of cum spilling down your throat as he roars in pleasure. his lips curl into a sneer as he directs his attention to you, and with another wave of his hand, you're bent over the counter. "d'ya think you'd ever escape me? i'm the most powerful high lord there has ever been, and will ever be. you will never, ever fucking escape me."

rhysand brings a heavy hand down on your ass over and over, stinging your flesh and forcing a sob from your throat. "i-i'm sorr-"

"i know you are. you're always sorry." he snarls, his thick cock slotting between your walls and slowly filling you to the brim. the darkness curls around your manhood once more, stroking it agonizingly slow as he speaks. "have you ever thought about how your actions make me feel? hm?"

your mate chuckles mirthlessly as you shake your head. "i know you don't-- because i've been blessed with a pitifully selfish mate."

rhysand suddenly begins thrusting into you at a harsh pace, the sensation bringing tears to your eyes as your fumble to grip onto something. you whine as your mate orders the darkness surrounding him to bind your hands behind your back, wrapping an arm around your midsection to hold you upright. "feel good, pretty boy?"

you babble in response, too overstimulated and fucked dumb to form a proper sentence, causing rhys to smirk victoriously. "do you think any other man in this world could fuck you as wonderfully as i do?"

all you can do is sob in response, coming undone beneath your furious lover. your seed spills to the flooring, your cockhead flushed an angry red as the tendrils continue their onslaught.

"rhys!" you cry. "'ts too much!"

"fucking take it. i know you can," he pants. "tonight is about me; i'll be gentle the rest of this month, but you've really pissed me off, little mate."

you feel your mind begin to slip at his words, melting into a pretty mush as he fills you up-- his hips never once stopping despite the growls he releases and the way his fingers dig into your flesh.

"that's it, pretty boy. give into the pleasure." rhys purrs, pressing your back to his chest and stroking your cock himself. his magic teasingly cups your balls, gently kneading the soft flesh and bringing you closer and closer to your next release. "cum f'me, baby. i know you can do it."

your mate's lips trail along your shoulder, nipping an sucking as if he were searching for a spot in particular. his teeth sink into an area on your throat that has you screaming in pleasure, your body tensing and twitching in his grasp as you release into his hand. "there we go, baby. wasn't so hard, was it?"

rhysand's tongue darts out to soothe the area, lapping at the blood that dribbles from the wound and staining his teeth crimson. he reaches his hand up, licking your cum off of his fingers, then presses tender kisses to your shoulder.

"now you can't leave me."

[spiderlandry]

bunny — jake sully

Description: Jake always called you bunny. You were determined to get the meaning out of him.

Pairing: Jake Sully x GN!Reader

Warnings/Tags: heavy use of ‘bunny’ as a pet name, courting and talks of mating, jake being a little shit, just fluff, angst if you squint, unedited. also tsu’tey is alive bc i said so!

Word Count: 1.9k

Author’s Note: dont like this that much tbh. been feeling kinda insecure abt my writing lately so thats not helping lol

(Dialogue in italics is spoken in English, normal text is Na’vi)

You weren’t a stranger to the language barrier that existed between you and Jake. It was more prevalent during his training period, when you had taken over after Neytiri bargained with her parents in transferring the role to you. At first, it was a burden. Teaching a dreamwalker who had no place in the clan. But you also had a soft spot for Grace, who taught you what she could about their own culture.

Eventually, it became fun. There was a point where you realized you no longer saw him as responsibility, but rather as a companion.

Now, as the clan was making great progress after the war, Jake asked many eclipses ago if he could begin courting you. You were touched by his insistence on following tradition, though it was the least he could do. Still, he learned to weave (albeit badly at first), make accessories, and most importantly, speak your language. There were even times when Norm, whom you visited occasionally when Jake did, grumbled at how much better he’d gotten—referencing back to when the marine struggled getting it through his thick skull until you came along.

But there was just one thing that perplexed you. Even though Jake adopted the Na’vi language with an open heart, there was one word he refused to shake from his daily vocabulary: bunny.

When he first said it to you, you thought it might have been a slip-up. He was just learning how to make better landings with his ikran, and when you teased that he’d never be able to keep up with you, he said, “You don’t know what you’re in for, bunny.”

With ears flat against your head at the sound of a foreign word, you brushed him off and flew away, beckoning him to chase you once more.

Then, the war happened.

You didn’t hear it out of his mouth again until he began to court you, much more recently. The second time was when he greeted you outside your kelku with a serving of fruit wrapped in a leaf, one morning. This time, he said: “Rise and shine, bunny. I got something special for you.”

“Do you take me for a fool, Jakesully?” You replied.

His eyes widened upon hearing his entire name, likely fearful that he said something wrong. After all, he was still getting used to Na’vi customs.

You snickered at his reaction, “Why do you call me that?”

“Call you what?”

“Bunny. A human word.”

He smirked, that cocky little shit. “It’s just a term of endearment. Come on, eat. I brought you food.”

You took the item from his hand and invited him in.

A few more eclipses passed—he was busy in his role, training and working with Tsu’tey to make sure everything is in order, yet he found pockets of time during the day to be next to you while you did your part.

Jake was starting to spend more and more of his downtime in your kelku. It was common for you to wake up before dawn to see Jake already waiting outside, often with food and something he made.

Gifts were already piling up in your home. Around this time, it was customary for the other party to propose an official union to whom they were courting, but it seems Jake hadn’t gotten the courage just yet. Though, you never refused a gift; the poor man was trying his best to—in his words—be worthy of you. The sentiment and his reasoning made your heart swell, but there was one problem: he would not, for the love of Eywa, let up on calling you bunny.

Whenever you questioned him, his smirk only grew. You understood that Jake took pleasure in teasing you, hell, you teased him a lot more, but you no longer wanted to give him that satisfaction.

So, you devised a plan.

-

Jake, having been used to the growing intimacy that came along with courtship like the hugs and kisses, was taken aback when he was suddenly deprived of it.

He didn’t think much of it at first. When you no longer invited him into your home because you wanted to get started on your tasks early, he commanded you for your dedication and followed your example. But it kept happening, over and over again.

Then, you didn’t grin like you usually did when he kissed you on the forehead before leaving. Though he recognized the familiar purple hue on your cheeks, he began to worry that he was too overbearing or you’d lost interest. Or both.

He and Tsu’tey were sparring as an example for the younger warriors when his opponent noticed how easy it was to defeat him that day.

“Losing your touch, Jakesully?” Tsu’tey grinned, going for a hit against Jake’s side, the other one barely dodging it in time.

“No, man.” Jake stepped it up significantly, channeling his anger into the fake fight.

They kept going, quipping back and forth until Tsu’tey was able to hold him down and say, “Tap out, Jakesully.” His knee put pressure on Jake’s chest, “If you know what’s good for you.”

“Alright.”

They continued training throughout the day, but Tsu’tey ended it early.

“What is troubling you, brother?” He pulled Jake aside away from the crowd as they left training grounds.

Talking to him couldn’t hurt, Jake thought. “You know Y/N well, right?”

“We have been friends since we were babies, so yes.”

“They’ve been…distant, lately.”

Tsu’tey laughed, a glint in his eyes. “I’m sure you’ll be fine.” (In truth, you told Tsu’tey about your plan.)

After a beat, Jake stared at him with a bewildered expression. “What, that’s it? No advice?”

“You should have known better.”

Tsu’tey walked away, leaving Jake to stand there and wallow in his misery. (Misery may be a little farfetched. But it sure felt like that.)

Arriving home with a newfound determination after taking a deep breath, he trod lightly toward your kelku. He couldn’t hear you inside, but tapped on the door anyway.

“Look, bunny.” He sighed, not caring the stares others are shooting him. His dignity did not matter if it meant he could keep you. “I’m sorry for whatever I did. Can we talk? You—you know…I haven’t said it yet but I love you. I see you. Please let me in.”

One of your neighbours, seeing Jake grovelling outside your home, interrupted him.

“They are not home, Jakesully.”

He turned. “Do you know where they are?”

“They went out into the forest.”

“What? Why?”

“We don’t know.”

-

The sterile smell of the lab invaded your nostrils, your nose scrunching up on instinct and involuntarily giving one of the scientists angry eyes as they handed you a mask. You were familiar with the place, but you’d never been here without Jake.

“Where is Norm?” You tried not to run into their tiny workspaces, hissing when your foot hit the corner of a table. When the scientist didn’t answer, you took it upon yourself to wander around.

He appeared from around a corner. “Hey, what’s up?” He looked behind you. “Where’s Jake?”

“I did not bring him.”

“Alright, well.” Norm was speechless for a moment. “What do you need?”

“I need you to translate a word.”

“Um—sure, go right ahead.”

“Bunny.”

With Norm’s perplexed look, you waited patiently. Within a moment, he said, “Well…a bunny is an animal.”

“What does it mean to call someone that?”

“It depends on the context, but it’s likely a term of endearment. Why, is Jake calling you that?”

Growing impatient, “Show me this animal.” Before he can respond, “On your little touch pad.“

“Uhm. Sure. Of course.”

When he grabbed one and showed it to you, there were no words, you only stared at him for an explanation.

“Bunnies are—were—rare on Earth. They’re considered very cute because of their fur and small size.”

“But I do not have any fur. Nor am I small.”

He strained his head to make eye contact with you. “You’re right. But I think it’s just a cute nickname—“

A loud banging cut his sentence short, followed by a distressed sounding Jake saying, “Norm!”

You stayed back and watched as Norm excused himself to greet Jake at the door, disappearing into the corner. It was close enough you could hear their conversation.

“Hey, Jake, I was just—“

“I need your help.” He sounded out of breath. You snickered.

“Well let me get—“

“No time! I need to find Y/N—“

Deciding you had enough of hearing him so concerned, you strutted into his line of sight.

Jake‘s breath stuttered at the view of you. His hair was disheveled, tail swishing in all kinds fo directions. He closed the distance, then, suddenly remembering something, stayed frozen a few inches away. He scanned your figure, and satisfied, he began to breathe normally.

“I have been looking for you everywhere. Where have you been? I flew around with Bob and you were nowhere to be seen, they said you went into the forest and you—“

You placed a hand on his cheek, caressing it gently. “I am fine, beloved. I was here the whole time.”

“Here?” His voice cracked, more out of exhaustion. “But you never come here.”

“I needed to ask Norm a question.”

Jake glanced at the man mentioned for a second, who shrugged. “What for? You could have asked me.”

“That is the problem, I did ask you.”

At his furrowed brows, you explained. “I needed to know what you meant by bunny!”

“I told you it was a term of endearment.”

“But you never explained why,” you frowned.

“Look, I was coming to tell you something. Norm, can you leave?”

Relieved at no longer having to hear your lover’s quarrel, “For sure.”

Jake’s large hand snaked up to your neck, pulling you closer. “I’m sorry.”

“What for?”

“For whatever I did. I don’t know what I did, but you can tell me and I’ll try to make it up.”

“Jake—“

“Are you losing interest? Because if that’s it—mmph!”

You covered his mouth with your hand, holding back a smile.

“I should apologize. I was just playing with you.”

“Hm?” You felt his lips purse under your palm.

“You kept teasing me with bunny, and I didn’t want to give you the satisfaction of my frustration. It was not serious, love.”

Removing your hand, he silenced you this time by slotting his lips over yours, subsequently smiling at the prospect of you not actually being mad at him.

When he pulled away, both of you were beaming.

“I have something else to tell you,” he licked his lips, your eyes gravitating toward it. “I love you. I see you. Can we—um…” He seemed to lose confidence, losing his footing in the words.

“Say it.”

“I want to mate with you. I want to be your mate. Be with you forever, please?” His eyes softened, searching yours for any sign of rejection.

Yet, he found none. He found only what he has found in you countless times, and that’s a simple emotion: happiness. At least, it was simple when it came to you. You made it that way.

“So? What do you say, bunny?”

You playfully slapped his chest. “Of course. Forever.”

—

Additional A/N: the ‘bunny’ nickname was inspired by stargirlrchive’s fic here

[bonesandthebees]

Hi Bee!

I really admire your work and I'm currently attempting to write my own fic, and I'd love to have some advice on writing stuff.

1) Do you have any tips for writing the beginning of a fic? I cannot figure out how to start writing with a decent sentence. It all falls apart when my fingers go on the keyboard.

2) Do you have any tips for pacing/plot/outlining? I still have barely figured out what pacing is, because I cannot tell when authors are like "oh I don't like this because I rushed the pacing". I literally can't tell most of the time, unless there is not any space to breathe between things that happen.

3) Do you have tips for writing surroundings and the parts of the paragraph that aren't dialogue? Like. How do I naturally fit the description of the area into the fic? And how do I naturally fit extra commentary into a paragraph that has dialogue in it, especially when it isn't the pov character's dialogue?

Again, adore your writing. I feel kind of awkward since I've never done an ask before; idk if there's some kind of etiquette.

Hope you're doing well!

-Royal :)

hi sorry it's taken me a bit to answer this one! I'm more than happy to give some advice!

okay so first off, writing the first line of a fic is borderline torture sometimes. it's so fucking hard. to me though it's kind of like jumping into a cold pool. you can stare at the water thinking about how cold it's going to be and how unsure you are, but then at some point you have to bend your legs and jump before you can overthink it or else you'll never do it. you have to just put something down for the first line.

one method I like employing when I'm really struggling is starting with a line of dialogue. it instantly throws the reader into the scene as they have to try and find out who is talking, what they are talking about, and where everyone is. an example where I used this is in the stars and their children, which opens with a line from tommy "Hey Wil, can you hand me the epli?" this tells us multiple things right off the bat. it establishes a character present in the scene (Wil) and that there's something different about this world from ours (epli—it makes the reader want to know what it is and why it's being handed to the character speaking)

other times I try to either start with a line that describes the setting ("The streets were crowded at this time of day." - everything else has gone wrong), or start with a line that describes the emotions of the pov character ("Lessons were the most unbearable in the afternoon." - under the hanging rose). basically, you're trying to find a way to throw the reader into the scene in one line. it's difficult, but try any of those angles and hopefully you'll think of something that fits. but again, it's jumping into a cold pool. you just have to put something down so you can start. you can always go back and change it later

okay putting the other two under a read more bc it got long

2. okay now pacing. that's a bit more difficult to help with because a lot of pacing is just getting a feel for it. one way is to just think about it logically. say you have two characters that start as strangers and you want to get them to be best friends. you can show them meeting for the first time, but then you often have to show them bonding before they can reach best friend status. there's pacing here both in the literal world of the story, but also in the text itself. you don't want to write them hanging out for a few hours and suddenly decide they're best friends (although ofc there are exceptions to this like if they're little kids bc, well, that is a thing little kids do where they'll declare a kid they just met their best friend), nor do you want to write them meeting for the first time, write a line saying "they hung out every day for the next three weeks until they were best friends" and then just act as though they're besties (again, there are exceptions to this in specific cases). it just feels weird yknow? It doesn't get the reader invested in this relationship because it doesn't feel like it's been earned. it's a similar thing with plot beats. you have to make it feel natural both in the world of the story itself, but also the timing with which you tell the story. like I said though, pacing is really something you just get the hang of naturally with practice. reading published novels will help as well because it'll help you get a sense of what good pacing feels like.

3. ohhhh you've hit a specific issue I had a lot when I was younger. when you have a dialogue scene going on there's a lot of ways you can balance the text outside the dialogue. ofc if the dialogue is going by at rapid speed, you can straight up just do the dialogue lines and you don't even have to specify who's talking if it's clear within the text

Ex:

"You can't come to my nuclear reactor, Tommy," Tubbo sighed.

Tommy scowled. "What the fuck? Why not?"

"Knowing you you'd find a way to cause a nuclear meltdown."

"Would not."

"Would to."

"Would not."

"Would to!"

"So what, you're a bitch who can't handle a little radiation?"

"Oh for fuck's sake-"

see how after the first two lines of dialogue where I established who is talking in which order, I stop using the tags all together? it's still clear who is talking because the dialogue is ping ponging back and forth. it's a fast-paced conversation, so cutting out the tags helps that effect.

but of course this is only the case in a few instances. most of the time, you do need lines outside dialogue not only to establish who is talking, but also to keep the characters present in the scene itself.

you have several options for what to include outside your dialogue. one of my go to's is always character actions.

"Don't you have one of those swimming pools you keep the nuclear shit in?" Tommy asked, leaning against the wall.

Tubbo pinched the bridge of his nose. "Yes but before you ask, no, you can't go swimming in it."

there we include the action of tommy leaning against a wall after he asks the question, which is followed by tubbo pinching the bridge of his nose. this lets the reader see exactly what each character is doing, which can also establish the emotions each character is feeling without saying them outright. tommy is comfortable enough with tubbo to annoy him with his questions, which we see by him casually leaning against the wall. tubbo, meanwhile, is annoyed just like tommy wants, which we see by him pinching the bridge of his nose.

characters sitting down, standing up, wringing their hands in front of them, folding their arms over their chest, shrugging, curling their hands into fists, etc. are all examples of character actions you can include to give the reader the ability to picture the scene more accurately

then of course you have thought process and scenery description you can include as well. thought process is just including what your pov character is thinking as the conversation progresses.

"Yes but before you ask, no, you can't go swimming in it."

Tommy huffed and folded his arms over his chest. Tubbo was so fucking boring these days with his 'safety rules'. He'd nearly been nuked before and was fine! A little radiation wasn't going to hurt him.

that right there is a glimpse into what's going on in tommy's head at that moment. he's frustrated with his friend because he thinks he'd be fine swimming in the nuclear pool. it gives us more insight into the pov character and how they're reacting to the conversation at hand.

then for scenery description:

Silence fell over them as Tommy glared at Tubbo. Tubbo glared back, refusing to budge. Around them, the snow coating the ground glittered in the afternoon sunlight. Clouds of breath puffed in front of Tommy's face. An icy breeze wound between the buildings, making goosebumps rise along his arms. He tugged his sleeves down, still not breaking eye contact with his friend.

the conversation falls silent for a moment, so we take a moment to step back from the two characters. we look at the setting around us, which emphasizes the pause in dialogue and makes it feel quiet even to us as the readers. you don't have to restrict your scenery description to moments where a conversation takes a pause, but taking a step back gives a sense of a 'silence' to the reader even if it's brief. another example of this could be,

"Don't bullshit me, Tubbo. Why won't you let me see it?" Tommy asked after several long beats.

Clenching his jaw, Tubbo's eyes flickered to the ground. The snow beneath their boots was muddied. Tommy spotted a dead worm frozen against the hard earth.

Then, Tommy understood.

"You don't trust me anymore."

now let's see this a different way

"Don't bullshit me, Tubbo. Why won't you let me see it?" Tommy asked after several long beats. "You don't trust me anymore."

see how without all that extra description the pause feels much shorter? and with that shorter pause the weight of Tommy's next sentence loses it's emotional impact?

if you want to add scenery description to a dialogue exchange, imagine it like it's a movie. you have two characters that are talking, and suddenly the camera pans away from them to look at the setting around them. why does it do that? what effect does it have on the scene playing out? your words are the camera zooming in and out on the characters. there are a lot of ways you can use this 'camera' to change the rhythm/flow of a scene. you just have to play around with it to figure out how to use it

I hope that's helpful!

[aspd-culture]

What's a good way to maintain a relationship with someone who isn't readily manipulated by me? I like other traits and would prefer to not give up at this time but when I want her to do something and she won't do it, I either feel angry or lose interest in her. She isn't actually being disrespectful or anything, but it feels like she is as she just seems to kind of see through me and typically sticks to boundaries instead of doing what I want. Driving me crazy.

I'll note that, as much as I am trying to be neutral here, this question was somewhat triggering (nothing bad to you anon! just something I've dealt with multiple times personally). Therefore I may come off harsh despite that not being my intention. I have nothing against anon, as this type of thing is common for pwASPD to struggle with. However, this is one of the symptoms that does need to be worked on to be able to engage in healthy ways with other people.

Any advice I can give here is going to fall in one of two categories: respect her boundaries, or separate from her. I understand that sounds harsh, but it is just what it is if you take out the tips. I'm trying to get ahead of that so you're aware of it and don't feel tricked by the post. Now I have more details for that on how to make it easier on a person with ASPD, but that is what these are going to boil down to. I am not willing to encourage someone to break boundaries, nor to stop someone from setting boundaries. Intentionally trying to manipulate someone to get around their boundaries is abuse regardless of the nature of your relationship - familial, platonic, romantic, etc. - and I've been the victim of this too many times to allow for that to be condoned here. I know it's hard to unlearn that type of thing but it's just something that you have to do. One way or another, she deserves to have boundaries respected and to have autonomy. When we say "manipulation is not always bad" here, I am very distinctly referring to ways that are not harmful and not directly fighting the will of the person being manipulated. Getting someone to throw something out for me bc they like that I flirt with them in high school is not a harmful type of manipulation - until and unless they directly set a boundary around that behavior. At that point, continuing is not acceptable and while it took me time to learn that, I recognize now that that was a very important part of the journey to being a safe person to be around.

So, that said -

If you want to remain in her life, you'll need to learn to be comfortable with her boundaries. I'd recommend having some sort of communication where you are aware of the full list of boundaries that she has at the moment. That kind of an open dialogue is a tad awkward, but is a very reasonable accommodation to ask for. The reason I say this is that one big part of pwASPD's struggles with others' boundaries is more heat of the moment, or at least is worsened by the heat of the moment. Being told "I can't accept you doing this/I'm not willing to do this" outside of the context of a situation where it's actually happening can make it easier to avoid the frustration when you're actually in the situation where you want what the boundary does not allow. If you know in advance, for example, that your partner doesn't like to go to parties then it may be easier and less upsetting when you hear about a party you'd like to take them to and are aware that they will say no. In essence, this lets us say no to ourselves vs having someone else say no to us and that tends to give enough control in the situation back into our hands that we feel safe and our symptoms aren't triggered - or at least are less so. This is also a good time for you to hear all the boundaries and truly get a grasp on how you feel about continuing to be in her life considering them. Walking away from any type of relationship on the basis that your boundaries aren't compatible is a good and healthy choice, even if the person tries to convince you you're being sh*tty by not accepting all of them. At the end of the day, removing yourself from a situation with boundaries you cannot accept is, in itself, respecting those boundaries.

It's important to note, though, that these boundaries likely will not be the only boundaries this person has for the rest of however long you two are in each other's lives/for the rest of your lives. This does *not* mean you should stick around expecting boundaries to disappear or loosen, because that's not how that works. You should, however, prepare yourself and be aware of the fact that a new boundary may be set at any time, or that those boundaries may change to fit new situations you weren't expecting them to. No one is bound to only stick to the list of boundaries they've told you about as they originally defined them, so a part of this conversation may be you expressing that you need direct communication to inform you about changes in boundaries in the future.

If you can't respect her boundaries for any reason, then unfortunately all I can say is that you need to remove yourself because that's really the only healthy decision that can be made in that circumstance. Depending on the nature of your relationship, there may be ways to do this that don't involve losing her entirely (for example, if you two are dating and the boundaries you're struggling with her upholding aren't applicable in the nature of a friendship, then if she wants you guys could continue to stay friends), or it may be a matter where that's not possible or isn't what one or both of you want. That'll be something to discuss amongst the two of you.

Plain text below the cut:

I'll note that, as much as I am trying to be neutral here, this question was somewhat triggering (nothing bad to you anon! just something I've dealt with multiple times personally). Therefore I may come off harsh despite that not being my intention. I have nothing against anon, as this type of thing is common for pwASPD to struggle with. However, this is one of the symptoms that does need to be worked on to be able to engage in healthy ways with other people.

Any advice I can give here is going to fall in one of two categories: respect her boundaries, or separate from her. I understand that sounds harsh, but it is just what it is if you take out the tips. I'm trying to get ahead of that so you're aware of it and don't feel tricked by the post. Now I have more details for that on how to make it easier on a person with ASPD, but that is what these are going to boil down to. I am not willing to encourage someone to break boundaries, nor to stop someone from setting boundaries. Intentionally trying to manipulate someone to get around their boundaries is abuse regardless of the nature of your relationship - familial, platonic, romantic, etc. - and I've been the victim of this too many times to allow for that to be condoned here. I know it's hard to unlearn that type of thing but it's just something that you have to do. One way or another, she deserves to have boundaries respected and to have autonomy. When we say "manipulation is not always bad" here, I am very distinctly referring to ways that are not harmful and not directly fighting the will of the person being manipulated. Getting someone to throw something out for me bc they like that I flirt with them in high school is not a harmful type of manipulation - until and unless they directly set a boundary around that behavior. At that point, continuing is not acceptable and while it took me time to learn that, I recognize now that that was a very important part of the journey to being a safe person to be around.

So, that said -

If you want to remain in her life, you'll need to learn to be comfortable with her boundaries. I'd recommend having some sort of communication where you are aware of the full list of boundaries that she has at the moment. That kind of an open dialogue is a tad awkward, but is a very reasonable accommodation to ask for. The reason I say this is that one big part of pwASPD's struggles with others' boundaries is more heat of the moment, or at least is worsened by the heat of the moment. Being told "I can't accept you doing this/I'm not willing to do this" outside of the context of a situation where it's actually happening can make it easier to avoid the frustration when you're actually in the situation where you want what the boundary does not allow. If you know in advance, for example, that your partner doesn't like to go to parties then it may be easier and less upsetting when you hear about a party you'd like to take them to and are aware that they will say no. In essence, this lets us say no to ourselves vs having someone else say no to us and that tends to give enough control in the situation back into our hands that we feel safe and our symptoms aren't triggered - or at least are less so. This is also a good time for you to hear all the boundaries and truly get a grasp on how you feel about continuing to be in her life considering them. Walking away from any type of relationship on the basis that your boundaries aren't compatible is a good and healthy choice, even if the person tries to convince you you're being sh*tty by not accepting all of them. At the end of the day, removing yourself from a situation with boundaries you cannot accept is, in itself, respecting those boundaries.

It's important to note, though, that these boundaries likely will not be the only boundaries this person has for the rest of however long you two are in each other's lives/for the rest of your lives. This does *not* mean you should stick around expecting boundaries to disappear or loosen, because that's not how that works. You should, however, prepare yourself and be aware of the fact that a new boundary may be set at any time, or that those boundaries may change to fit new situations you weren't expecting them to. No one is bound to only stick to the list of boundaries they've told you about as they originally defined them, so a part of this conversation may be you expressing that you need direct communication to inform you about changes in boundaries in the future.

If you can't respect her boundaries for any reason, then unfortunately all I can say is that you need to remove yourself because that's really the only healthy decision that can be made in that circumstance. Depending on the nature of your relationship, there may be ways to do this that don't involve losing her entirely (for example, if you two are dating and the boundaries you're struggling with her upholding aren't applicable in the nature of a friendship, then if she wants you guys could continue to stay friends), or it may be a matter where that's not possible or isn't what one or both of you want. That'll be something to discuss amongst the two of you.

[bitbybitwrites]

10 Questions for Fic Writers

Thanks to @littlemisskittentoes for the tag! 💖

How many works do you have on AO3?

Currently about 33

What's your total AO3 word count?

242,488

What fandoms do you write for?

Presently Klaine/Glee and FirstPrince/Red White and Royal Blue

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I try to - though I'm horribly behind in doing so. I read every one and appreciate all of them. It does take me a while to get back to everyone.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge - if anyone finds out, let me know!

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Not at the moment.

What's your all-time favourite ship?

That's a loaded question - to ask to pick one. So I'll cheat and say both Klaine and FirstPrince are pretty dear to my heart.

What are your writing strengths?

Dialogue, I think. Definitely angst if I go by some of my commenters!

What are your writing weaknesses?

Sticking to deadlines. Working on getting the smut better - that's always a struggle. Getting a good balance between dialogue and action.

First fandom you wrote for?

Like write and shared with the general reading public? - Klaine Though growing up I had OCs, dialogue and scenes I crafted in my head for some of my favorite shows ( animated and live action) - wish I wrote them all down! I guess I was in a way writing fan fic in my head way back then too! 😂

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[prettyboykatsuki]

hiii fang i was wondering if u have any notes on megumi’s characterization, the kind of stuff u keep in mind while writing him? i love him dearly but he’s so hard for me to write accurately and i do not know why! thanku

i think it is important to rmb that megumis parallel is not getou but gojo in terms of who he mirrors in the story

im not that confident in my characterization of him!! in general, outwardly - megumi struggles with being emotionally open. contrarily he is very upright in his beliefs to the point of being stubborn. when writing him in dialogue and action, megumi is not very dishonest but he will refuse to answer or dodge questions he doesn't want to. he never lies but he will skirt around it

megumi is someone who is silently bearing a burden that i think frequently goes overlooked also!! he is the only one of his friends who is truly familiar with the grimness of the jjk world and that causes him to instinctively be guarded. nobara and yuuji manage 2 get past that bc they are so innocent and extroverted but this is part of why he is so distant with gojo despite caring about him as much as he does.

megumi also has a lot of distrust for authority lol and i think its relevant to mention. he is VERY obstinate and does not like being told what to do.

megumis main thing is trying to remedy the things he has seen so often in sorcery with his own beliefs. he doesn't see sorcerer as something the noble do and is able to recognize it for what it is and do his best in relation 2 that.

he cares for the people in his life Very Deeply but that care and that emotion tend to be the main source of his troubles and worries dfgldk

he is just like. fiercely loyal and very very protective while also covering up his mushy feelings with a -_- face. but he cares a lot and he tends to be more honest than not. sometimes to the point of bluntness. he is a bit complicated and i usually just write him based on vibes jdksfsldk

[melissacove]

BEN drowned headcanons

hey so the pull said yes so imma give you My BEN drowned headcanons

Warning - one of these mentions s3lf h4rm but not like, in detail. It’s mainly talking about his emotions in that one.

BEN has long hair, like not very long, like about three - to - five inches beyond his shoulders. He puts it in small ponytails sometimes:)

he does smoke weed, but he’s not a chainsmoker/stoner. He only does it like, once a week when he’s particularly stressed.

he paints his nails sometimes, usually black.

He likes video games… …ok, I lied. He LOVES games. He’s also kinda good at them - ok I lied again, he’s is GOD at video games. Well, Nintendo that is. Which leads me into the next headcanon-

he once played Minecraft with Herobrine. He legit couldn’t figure out how to mine wood😭 he can’t play EA, Sega, Mojang, et cetera. It’s hilarious watching him try… he can beat any Nintendo game, he’s perfect at Nintendo and has every Nintendo game, console, comic, anime, YouTube video, etc. on his shelf. Oh, also the merch. Yet, he still cannot do any other company. He just knows the way Nintendo writes their games. (Talking to every NCP, big worlds, no-skip dialogue/loooong no- skip cutscenes, etc.) any other way a game could be written feels foreign to him, I guess. Like Minecraft, he was so confused when the villagers and zombies didn’t have dialogue lol.

The reason he ended up latching on so hard to Majora's Mask is because of the stress of being born into a cult, his cult (the Moon Children) are known for blood letting and their gore-involving rituals. He became slightly skeptical and that’s why he was killed (or ‘sacrificed’) by the Father when he was. His only escape from this madness was his friends (pre-death Lost, Glitchy Red and Strangled Red and Herobrine. They were the gaming clique, although his friends weren’t in his cult.)

he’s a crossdresser, you can’t change my mind.

he has a really cool Princess Peach cosplay but doesn’t wear it out bc he’s trying to protect his ‘bad boy tough guy’ reputation. Only Lost has seen the cosplay, since BEN only really opens up to Lost.

Lost Silver x Ben there’s no telling me otherwise.

BEN drowned is asexual and gay. Lost is asexual and biromantic.

BEN struggles with s3lf h4rm. Herobrine (the game pastas consider him like a father, G. Red even calls him Dad sometimes) is the only one who knows about this and tries his best to help. BENs issue stems from the blood letting in the moon children having given him a twisted perspective on how to cope with trauma. He’s trying his best.

BEN is fine with showers, but he’s afraid of pools, baths, oceans, rivers and bridges that go over water. (He was dumped off a bridge and that’s how they sacrificed him.)

He has severe trauma from Majoras Mask, but it helped him through the hardest time in his life back when he was alive… he has mixed feelings on it. N64 is still his favorite console though, so he plays the old N64 Mario Kart tracks on his switch. He considers them friends from a simpler time.

ik this was proven not canon but I love the dynamic so in my au headcanon thing Sally Williams is BEN’s half sister. (Hence the different last names.)

his mother and father divorced when he was eight when his Mom found out his Dad has been raising their son in a cult.

his Mom took Sally, who was three at the time, and moved. BEN had always been a daddy’s boy though, so he decided to stay with his dad. (Plus his mom didn’t let him play Majoras Mask on his 3ds when they went out but his dad did, so theres also that.)

there lemme know if you want more of this bc I had way too much fun writing this lol

[albatmobile]

Hiii I love the unconventional approach you’re taking with their relationship in Cardinal sins! I reread ARS recently and read Cardinal after and it really flows together 👏🥰 I can’t wait for them to kiss and makeup though 😙

Are we aloud to ask about your writing process or behind the scenes info? I’d love to hear your favorite parts about writing ((or least favorite)) and maybe a behind the scenes of Cardinal sins so far!

ANON MY HEARRTTT sorry for sitting on this ask for a literal month- just wanted to make sure i answered everything! I was super self-conscious about posting CS in the first place bc of the conflict i wanted to portray between them. I really didn't want it to be like 'we all love each other and have no issues anymore bc we're together finally' because that's just not realistic with 3 very different personalities like they have! the kissing and forgiveness will come throughout the next few chapters as bigger threats present themselves :p

yes! definitely willing to talk about my writing process. dialogue always comes really easily to me (except in some scenes of parent teacher conferences and scenes with Lian for some reason) as hard as it is to believe (or maybe not!!) smut is very hard for me to write tbh like it either comes easy in a chapter or it doesn't but more often than not, it's the last thing i need to write in chapters that include it (aka rn with parent teacher conferences opps)

behind the scenes / CS spoilers

as i mentioned above, i wanted their relationship to be tumultuous to an extent as that's how it'd been in ARS but in CS you can tell they're trying to change for the better (think coping mechanisms, opening up to each other... etc) while they learn how best to support each other as lovers in a poly relationship

throughout, there is romance, but it honestly becomes a subplot which I kinda liked!

originally, reader actually was going to be pregnant but i decided against it bc i really wanted to show cardinal in the field and as her own person. i felt like it would've done her a disservice to have her be introduced into the field and taken out of it before she even had a chance to kick ass as cardinal

roy- i didn't want his challenges w substance abuse just to happen in ars and then never mentioned again. it's really core to how much he's grown and a shifting point in his character in ars and i wanted to continue to show that journey as he grows older but still deals with the some of the same struggles + the different approaches he takes bc of his growth. also, how to make him not an accessory to cardinal and hood / comic relief as i tried to do in ARS :D

jason- no one butts heads (lol butt head) like Jason and reader!! i love how crazy their realtionship can get bc they see themselves as so different, when honestly they're more similar than not. Jason plays a big role in CS as he represents the opposite views of Bruce and, coincidentally, the opposite views of reader on Joker (how they coexist / can those opposite views coexist and for how long?) + his views on the Bat Family and how Bruce treats them vs reader's idolized version of Bruce as a dad. redemption vs unredeemable is a huge theme Jason helps push forward in the sequel :p (also repentance and sins!)

cardinal- consistently has dealt with 'what is family/ who is family to her' and that continues in CS. Bruce is someone she looks up to and has said she considers a father. she still holds bruce on this pedestal and and how it contrasts with the warnings Jason's given her about Bruce- I really wanted to work with this angle throughout the rest of the fic. alsooo reader as a mom to Lian and her not wanting to fuck up like her parents did

i can go on more! lmk anything you'd like to know about ARS/ CS or if you have any questions about the above! asks like this make me so happy bc it gives me a chance to talk literary elements like a nerd lol

[rockitmans]

fic writer 20 questions - ask game

I was tagged by @bitbybitwrites, @special-bc-ur-part-of-it and @shame-is-a-wasted-emotion . Thank you my darlings 💖

tagging... probably a bunch of people that have already answered. @cerriddwenluna @heartsmadeofbooks @kurtsascot @backslashdelta

1. how many works do you have on ao3?

8

2. whats your ao3 word count?

134,215

3. what fandoms do you write for?

Only Glee/Klaine at the moment but I teeter enternally on the edge of writing for Red, White and Royal Blue

4. top 5 fics by kudos

Spinning Out (306) Blaine Anderson vs. Valentine's Day (221) Smart With Math, Stupid With Love (215) No Take Backs (166) Witch Wanted (161)

5. do you respond to comments? why or why not?

Yes, although if I get distracted for even a second it will inevitably not happen. If things are out of sight they are out of mind 😅

I do like to reply because comments absolutely make my day so I wanna acknowledge that. Even if I'm just like "fanks 🤓", inside I'm screaming.

6. what is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Witch Wanted has an ambiguous ending which can be read as angsty depending on how the reader interprets it. Personally I take the happy ending but either way the purpose of it is more about choosing to love each other through any challenge, however it ends up.

7. whats the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

All the rest haha. I think Blaine Anderson vs Valentine's Day is the most straightforwardly light hearted fic. Smart With Math has the best progression. And No Take Backs is the most cathartic and hopeful.

8. do you get hate on fics?

No. I've had people disagree with some stuff like writing Kurt Hummel as a Slut in Spinning Out (he deserved a slut phase ok). Personally I always think the point of fiction is exploring other avenues for the characters but I don't mind if people disagree with that.

9. do you write smut? if so, what kind?

Yes and as to what kind... The kind where sex happens?? Not sure haha. I guess I tend to write bottom Blaine with slightly subby undertones but y'know I've also written possessive top!Blaine and wall sex and soft sex with a lot of ~feelings~ so I'll try anything really as long as it doesn't squick me.

I also tend towards writing sex in a way that I think fits the fanfic mold rather than how I feel it strictly exists in reality. I don't think there's anything wrong with that though. The mold is good.

10. do you write crossovers? whats the craziest one youve ever written?

Nah. I'm writing a Red, White, Royal Blue AU currently but it's not a crossover in the sense that characters from the book will appear. I don't currently have any plans to write one but maybe.

11. have you ever had a fic stolen?

Don't think so

12. have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope

13. have you ever cowritten a fic before?

No. I'm open to it but terrible at writing to a schedule so it would have to be a patient soul to put up with me. I've written to prompts and for art though which is a different kind of collaboration that I really enjoy.

14. fave all time ship?

Klaine but I had a pretty hefty Merthur era in my youth and they still have a special place in my heart.

15. wip you want to finish but doubt you will?

I kind of intend to finish all of them even if that's entirely unrealistic. Nothing is formally abandoned that I've written more than a few thousand words for because... sunk cost fallacy.

It's possible the fic I was writing for Back to School may fall by the way side. It was competing choir directors with a lot of dumb rivalry and banter which I do really enjoy but I'm struggling to structure the story.

16. what are your writing strengths?

Dialogue, humour and smut. At least comfort in writing those things - it's hard to judge the quality of your own work objectively.

17. what are your writing weaknesses?

Exposition, capturing any emotion other than pure stupidity, and getting the guy from one place to another.

18. thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in a fic?

Wouldn't do it personally, I would probably indicate a character was speaking another language within the prose rather than writing it out. But to be fair the only other language I speak is BSL which does not translate well to text 😝

I don't mind reading it as long as there's translation somewhere because your boy is lazy and doesn't wanna look stuff up

19. first fandom you wrote for?

If we're talking unpublished, it was a Jack/Ianto Torchwood fic. I think Jack was the first canonical queer man I encountered in media but I could be forgetting someone.

20. fave fic youve written?

Spinning Out is my baby and I the urge to write a sequel grows daily. I love the boys' dynamic in that fic.

But from a pure reread perspective it's probably Blaine Anderson Vs Valentine's Day. It's just light hearted silly fun and still makes me smile.

[waywardblazer]

Something to Rely On

Paring: Mikaelson Siblings x f!Reader

Warning(s): Heavy angst at the start, implied thoughts of suic!de, fluff, comfort alert!!

Word count: 2.4k

Summary/Prompt: You are struggling to fall asleep but your beloved fictional character(s) come into your room to be with you, reminding you that you are not alone.

A/N: I’ve been struggling with my mental health lately. I realised it’s been a while since I wrote a fanfic so forgive me if it’s not the best! I just decided that I would channel my current feelings into writing something fluffy. This is also for anyone out there who needs comfort from the Mikaelsons — I am very much in my TVD and Original era right now. I really enjoyed trying to make the dialogue sound as much like their characters as possible. I stuck with just the siblings bc otherwise there was too many characters for me to process so late at night.

[ Any form of interaction is appreciated, but feedback is highly recommended so I can improve and to feel an ounce of serotonin. ]

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[- gif found on tenor -]

With every passing moment, time slipped away as you lay silently in your bed. Your doona was pulled up so far that only your head popped out. You had spent the past few hours trying to fall asleep. It had mainly involved staring up at the ceiling, listening to music, mediating or scrolling through your phone for distractions. The room was even lit by red lights that were strung up across the top of the built-in wardrobe.

It was supposed to add to the serenity of the atmosphere that you had tried to create in hopes of making you sleepy. Regardless of that, nothing seemed to dull the aching pain in your body or ease the incessant little voices whispering in the back of your mind.

Everything you’ve been fighting for? It’s all worthless.

Just outside, along with tranquil silence that usually came with the night, was the sound of rain as it fell against the roof and trickled through the pipes. You could hear the wind as it softly howled in the nearby trees and through the tiny opening in your window. But still the voices whispered like ghosts just beyond the veil.

There are others who have it worse than you.

Your pain is invalid.

Stop complaining, you’re just overreacting.

No one really cares anyway.

You tried to listen to the soft music that you had been playing on your phone and focused on the feeling of the comfort that being burritoed in your blankets brought. Nevertheless, your mind seemed hellbent on breaking through that peace that you were trying to create for yourself.

You can’t rest. You’re falling behind. You’re failing.

A quiet sob left you as you curled in on yourself protectively. The feeling that you won’t make it was almost crushing, like a boulder that you couldn’t carry.

You’re responsible. It’s all your fault.

You deserve to suffer.

Your friends and family always tried to remind you that they were there for you, and that they loved you. But you always second guessed and doubted their word. It didn’t help when they evidently let you down.

No one could see. You never let them see the worst of you. That darkness inside of you, the darkness that constantly threatened to pull you under. To drown you. The darkness that meant hope was continuously ripped from your grasp.

You’re a burden to those around you and there is nowhere in the world where you belong.

You choked on another sob, the tears that ran down your cheeks now stained your pillow. At this point the world around you seemed to no longer exist. You hated this feeling. Despite trying to tell yourself that it was temporary and that tomorrow would be better. You wanted it to end. But really who could blame you? With all this pain. You felt as though there was no escape. You were tired of it and didn’t want to hurt anymore.

You are and always will be alone.

An unexpected but gentle knock at the door pulled you out of your thoughts for the first time that night. You roughly wiped the tears from your eyes, forcing yourself to quickly try and suppress your crying. After all, you didn’t want anyone to see that pain. You peeked your head out from under the doona, watching as the door opened. You expected one of your parents but a tall man with a red henley and black jacket appeared, poking his head into your room.

“Hello love.”

“K-Klaus?” You whimpered, unable to hide the initial confusion.

He gave you a gentle smile as he hovered in the doorway, not wanting to come in without your permission. “Are you alright?” You could hear the concern through his thick British accent as he spoke.

You hesitated. The part of you that didn’t want to allow anyone to see the pain you were in threatened to deny the Hybrid’s help and push him away. However, that teeny tiny voice inside of you that wanted to be found spoke up. Help me. You shook your head as you hugged the soft toy you were holding closer to your chest. It was taking every ounce of strength you had not to break down in front of him.

Klaus finally let himself into your room and wandered over to sit down on the edge of your bed. He could basically sense the anguish you felt. You know he could. You could see it. In his dark blue-green eyes was a look that was buried deep within the centuries of emotions, in a place hidden from the world, a look that told you he truly understood the pain you were in.

“I just…want it to stop.” You whispered, unable to meet his gaze as you fought to hold back the tears.

“I know you do love, I know.” He acknowledged, leaning down and placing a gentle kiss on the top of your head. He brushed a strand of your hair behind your ear and whispered, “take a breath and close your eyes.”

Without question, you did as you were told. Allowing your eyes to close and at the same time, take a deep breath. You exhaled slowly, feeling your heart rate as it steadied. The original hybrid’s presence was surprisingly comforting.

“Now I want you to listen to me very carefully, love.” Klaus whispered soothingly. “I know you fear that the pain and darkness will consume you. Throughout my time I have discovered that our minds have a way of torturing us in an attempt to push us over the edge so that we are forced to succumb to our demons. Making us monsters. I let that darkness control me. But you mustn’t. You must continue to hold on, for me. Because in the face of such despair, your strength will prevail. I’ve seen it. You are so much stronger than you believe yourself to be.”

Klaus inhaled as if he was about to continue but a noise caused you to open your eyes. You both turned to see who now stood in the doorway.

“Forgive me for the intrusion.”

You couldn’t help but smile. “Elijah,” you said.

Needless to say you knew exactly who he was. Just by the way he held himself. So composed. With his calm demeanour yet somehow managed a commanding presence. The way he spoke so poetically and of course the unmistakable trademark outfit, his suit.

“Y/N.” Elijah began, lifting his hand to lean against the doorframe. It was obvious that he had been listening in with his vamp-hearing. “I implore you not to give up on this fight.”

“Thank you Elijah! You just ruined a perfectly good speech.” Klaus huffed sarcastically.

It made you chuckle.

Elijah sighed and stepped into the room. “Niklaus, I kindly ask you to be quiet.” He demanded politely as he fiddled with the cuff of his sleeve. He then turned back to look at you. “Y/N, your life may be a mere blip compared to our immortal lives. But, if I am not mistaken that is simply a reason worth fighting for. Let me tell you that in the numerous centuries I’ve been alive, I have always found there to be profound moments that outweigh the unpleasant and quite often tedious affairs of one’s existence. Living can be euphoric. I give you my word. But you cannot begin to experience those moments if you have given up on your hope.” He paused, acknowledging his sister’s presence without looking. “Isn’t that right Rebekah?”

“You’re always right Elijah. Who am I to argue with that?” You glanced over to where the young blonde haired Original Vampire walked in with a cocky smile. “Want a little piece of advice Y/N? Don’t listen to Nik, and never doubt Elijah’s wisdom.”

Klaus rolled his eyes at his little sister’s words.

You sat up, then manoeuvred yourself so you were leaning against him. The hybrid shrouded you in a warm hug andlooked down at you with a gentle smile. You returned it with your own grateful smile. His words had been exactly what you’d needed to hear and you didn’t want him to think otherwise.

“Oh come on, surely we are allowed to doubt the almighty wisdom of our noble brother.” Kol jested as he came in and flopped down on the floor, leaning against the side of your bed, looking up at you with his adorably mischievous grin.

Elijah slowly motioned his hands outwards with a look of slight offence. “Please, by all means, enlighten me brother.”

Kol just raised his hands in mocked surrender.

Rebekah stroked your hair fondly and scoffed at her brother’s bickering. “Ignore them, my lovely, you are allowed to feel the way you do. You don’t always have to be strong. It’s okay to cry and be vulnerable. The pain you are going through is always worth hearing about if it’s hurting you.” She motioned to her brothers. “None of us wish to see you tormented. Allow us to be something you rely on.”

You couldn’t help but smile as her words pulled on your heart strings in a way that made you feel heard. It was a really nice thing to hear coming from Rebekah. To know that it was okay to feel not okay. And your pain was valid.

“Yeah as if we are the best examples of sharing our vulnerability.” Freya chimed in half jokingly as she joined them, earning a grin from the youngest Original.

“I don’t know what you’re all talking about, I’m great at being vulnerable.” Kol declared, crossing his arms over his chest and repositioning himself to be more comfortable.

“Are you to call yourself emotional?” Rebekah asked with a smirk.

Kol scoffed and threw one of your stuffed toys at her. “Of course not!”

Freya stifled a laugh and the younger Mikaelson picked up a book from your shelf, launching it at her. The witch yelped and raised her hands to protect herself. Luckily Elijah single-handedly caught the book mid air without so much as a hint of vampire speed.

“Children please, Kol enough.” He scolded calmly with a sigh, placing the book down on the nearby desk. He looked as though he was considering taking a dagger and driving it into Kol’s heart himself.

To be fair it was way too late for the usual family squabble but you were thankfully well entertained by the Mikaelson’s shenanigans.

Fortunately for Elijah, Kol made no effort to continue an argument and instead crossed his arms again with a huff as though he was sulking in response to being berated by his brother. Klaus grinned. At least he wasn’t the one being told off this time.

Finn poked his head in, having probably noticed and heard his siblings gathering in one room. You caught his watchful eye and offered him a smile. His presence alone was enough.

Elijah took the moment of silence to turn his attention back to you, with his mesmerising green eyes. “All things considered, we simply wish for you to know that your best is all you should ask of yourself.”

Freya scooted closer. “That’s right, you should be proud of how far you’ve come. We sure as hell are proud of you, sweetheart.” She told you in her gentle, almost motherly way.

“You’re on the right path, darling, trust me.” Kol claimed, grinning as he reached up and poked your side playfully causing you giggle.

Elijah smiled and then gestured for his youngest brother to move, taking his spot at your bedside. He took your hands in his. “I need you to give me your word that you’ll always keep fighting.”

You knew he wasn’t testing you. The way he held your gaze unwaveringly and despite the calm composure, there was that air of importance in the way that he spoke his words.

“You have my word Elijah.”

This appeared to satisfy him because he nodded and stepped away after that.

Once he did, you noticed how the crushing emotional pain that had been affecting your sleep earlier had now been lifted and you were left with a feeling of calmness. A wave of exhaustion washed over you. Klaus must've noticed the shift in weight against him because he shared a knowing look with Elijah before he carefully picked you up and set you back in your bed, tucking you in properly so you were comfortable. Sort of like a father would a child.

“You are not alone Y/N.” Finn finally spoke up, having caught onto the point of this gathering.

You softly smiled, mouthing a quiet thank you before your focus returned to the original hybrid.

Niklaus then leant down so he could whisper to you once again. “Tonight you’ll sleep. You’ll remember that you are safe, needed and loved. You’ll be comforted by the notion that wherever you are, we are with you.”

You smiled sleepily as you looked over at the Mikaelsons. Your heart once again filled with hope. Each one of them had changed your life in ways they would never understand. A yawn escaped you. Elijah took that as a cue to silently usher his siblings out of the room, leaving you alone with Klaus.

Your eyes grew heavy and your efforts to keep them open were short lived as they eventually closed. As you slowly drifted off to sleep you heard Klaus speak his final words to you.

“Never forget that you are a Mikaelson, my little wolf. I love you, always and forever.”

[hircines-hunter]

🌟 Is there a particular exchange or something you researched up in your writing that nobody has ever commented on, but you’re really proud of and bursting to talk about? I’d love to hear about that! 🙏🏼💜✨

For fanfic, I always have UESP up for my TES fics so…. But that’s a broad research. Getting names right. Dialogue right/close enough. I can tell you that I have 5 tabs open on UESP lol.

I did research on field dressing for a werewolf oc/Hircine fic. I wanted it to be over the top. I may have been too descriptive imo but I’m proud I was able to write that scene! And now i theoretically know how to field dress a rabbit. But I probably never will. (This fic is currently defunct and being reworked into a novel bc I need more Druid pagan like werewolf novels.)

(I know this is fic, but for one of my novels, I just have a bunch of links to rituals and customs for Nepal and Mongal nomads. The Protagonist (and her family) is heavy inspired by them. And I want it to feel familiar enough to readers who may be a part of those cultures but also not offensive. I think I’m doing an okay job. I’ll def talk more about one day. But basically , she’s ’princess’ to her nomadic clan, she has magic (which is cursed and evil in her clan). She’s sent of to another country to marry the queen. She struggles with learning the culture there, while trying to bring her culture over more. She has to do a bunch of rituals and tests to get approval from the council, even though the queen’s already approved bc she’s down bad.

Magic. WLW. POC. Disabled protag (one sided blindness, PTSD). I have A LOT to research but, I will def focus on on getting the story written first! Lol.

[swordsandholly]

Twenty Questions for Fic Writers!

Thank you for the tag @gemmahale 🫶

1. How many works do you have on Ao3?

Four

2. What’s your total Ao3 word count?

32,200

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Just COD at the moment

4. Top five fics by kudos

1. Fancy

2. Across the Way

3. Double Date, Double Down

4. On the Mend

5. Do you respond to comments?

I try to! I have a very small social battery and an awkward tho unfortunately

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Fancy will probably be the most angsty but I’m a happy ending girlie

7. What’s the fix you wrote with the happiest ending?

Across the Way will probably be the fluffiest

8. Do you get hate on fics?

None yet! Hopefully it stays that way

9. Do you write smut?

Hell yeah, brother!🫡

10. Craziest crossover:

Haven’t done one but sometimes I think about COD x Criminal Minds

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Nope and hopefully never!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

No but I’m totally open to it

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

No and I don’t think I would just bc my process of writing is chaotic (spotty at best)

14. All time favorite ship?

Probably Ghost x Soap atm

15. What’s a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I have an unpublished Soap x Reader College AU that I love but I don’t know if I’ll ever get to finish it.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I think I’m pretty good at world building/characterization without too much exposition

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I struggle with dialogue sometimes and some characters voices aren’t as strong in my mind

18. Thoughts on dialogue in other languages?

Depends on the fic - I generally like using methods like Early’s strike through or italics etc

19. First fandom you wrote in?

Classified - I’d rather die than admit it lol

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

Across the Way is so very special to me. I neglect it a bit bc I really want to do it justice and I feel like my writing isn’t good enough for it sometimes.

[itsjaywalkers]

hi love! i need writing advice and i figured who better than to ask than little miss insane writing incredible prose world shattering dialogue?? anyways: everything ive ever written is character based. the plot is the characters and the relationships they have with each other, with any events designed to catalyze these relationships, trigger character development, serve as background noise or pretty environments, or to generally disguise that it is all about the characters. i am CURRENTLY writing an actual plot. like a grade a, "seven basic plots - the quest" plot. meaning the story is more important than the characters, which is first. how on EARTH do i do that??

HI MOKI BABY <333 sorry it took me so long to get back to u, i wanted to give ur ask a proper response and work has been actively trying to kill me (more than usual)

anyways, i feel so incredibly flattered u came to me for writing advice but i'm . so not very qualified . i should be the one making this questions to YOU because your writing is absolutely mindblowing and i admire u so much it's actually a bit concerning

to be honest, i also struggle a lot with stories that have complicated plots and heavily rely on it bc i'm also a character-driven writer. in fact, one of my wips, the fucked up road trip fic, is just like this and i'm actually terrified of actually starting it bc of this reason. i feel like i'm gonna mess up so badly bc it's so hard for me to focus more on . the story than the characters and their relationships

my approach to this is to . first outline the whole plot without giving too much thought to the characters. like yes, they need to be there and you're gonna have to mention them while outlining BUT try to keep it to a minimum, it's enough if u know where they are and what they're doing during each arc. the point is to have your whole story written down so u know what u wanna do and where u wanna take it. after that, it's just a matter of . figuring out how the events affect each character, and how these experiences shape them. you used to come up with stuff just so they could grow in the direction u wanted them to, but now the plot is More Important, and it has to happen a certain way regardless of what the characters want or need. which is also fun in its own way!! they still matter and they're still there and they're still gonna change and evolve. but this time, they're the ones supporting the narrative, and not the other way around yk?? idk if i'm making any sense, i don't tend to write plot heavy stories bc it absolutely drives me up the wall

but well, i hope this helped, even if just a little, and if u have more questions or u just wanna . complain about the whole writing process, my inbox + dms are always open for you sweetheart <3 we're both in this together and sharing the suffering always makes it more bearable imo

kissing u a hundred times MWAH <333