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cozycryptidcorner · 3 years ago

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Fic Recommendations

hhey besties and ghoulies it’s me. I’ve been suffering from burnout conglomerate of being a college senior, existing during a global pandemic, one of the worse depressive episodes of my life, and just general life fuckery. I just wrote something for the first time in months, all because i took a step back and started to actively consume primo content again. I thought that since

I kind of have an audience

some of these are grossly under appreciated

really want to give these authors/artists some love

that i would list some of my absolute favs here for anyone to come across. Not all of these are exophilia, but they’re either kind of related or possessing tropes that are my favorites. I’m going to try to tag authors if they’re here on tumblr, but i’ll mostly just be checking to see if the Ao3 user is the same since that’s my primary foodsource <3 All trigger warnings will be shown in the actual links themselves because Ao3 is good like that.

anyways this is going to be pretty unhinged and in the order of my ao3 history page, I’m two shots into drinking and will not elaborate on how bad my adhd is acting up today.

everything’s under the cut

Gratitude by @icylangdon

Pairing: Michael Langdon/Reader from american horror story

Rating: Explicit

Synopsis: “michael langdon tries his best to be good, but sometimes he just needs to be disciplined.”

Fave Tropes Present: Femdom and pegging.

Notes: This author single-handedly started my deep and unsettling obsession with American Horror Story’s Michael Langdon. I’m on the floor. I’m crying. I personally appreciate on a level incomprehensible to other people. Putting powerful men in their place is. my. kink. To reiterate for those in the back: I. Am. OBSESSED.

Pleasing your Queen by catlesbian

Pairing: Hela/Reader from Marvel

Rating: Explicit

Synopsis:” You're a palace maid who's been summoned by your newly crowned Queen. You have no idea what to expect, but the events that play out will surprise you more than you could have imagined.“

Fave Tropes Present: is it still femdom if you’re both girls

Notes: there is a user on tumblr called catlesbian however upon first inspection, i don’t think they’re the same person? if so pls correct me. Anyways. while i am 100% down for putting men in their place, i am, weirdly, direct opposite with the ladies. pick me up and throw me into a wall. step on my neck. put my sassy ass into place PLEASE. this fic delivers, Hela is gentle but firm and that is everything i want in my eight foot tall asguardian dom mommy.

In My Heart And Punching by ryn

Pairing: Jude/Carden from Holly Black

Rating: Mature

Synopsis: “Hanahaki disease: A fictional disease where the victim of unrequited or one-sided love begins to vomit or cough up the petals and flowers of a flowering plant growing in their lungs, which will eventually grow large enough to render breathing impossible if left untreated. Surgery and treatment is possible, but the victim will no longer be in love.”

Fave Tropes Present: Hanahaki disease, supposed one sided love, enemies to dumbasses to lovers.

Notes: look. in the words of the author themself: “So you know those days when you want your heart ripped out of your chest by some good quality angst?” that’s all i have to say on the matter.

you felt shelter somewhere in me/i find great comfort in you by wherelovershavewings

Pairing: Bodyguard lady oc/sub prince oc

Rating: Explicit

Synopsis: “series of one-shots about a bratty prince-regent and his maid/bodyguard/amazonian... person? content warning: a lot of dumb-assery! I fact-check nothing. we die like men. i'm posting it here purely for formatting reasons; thank you for your understanding.“

Fave Tropes Present: dom lady bodyguard and sub brat prince do i even have to elaborate.

Notes: *deep breath* this was my first bookmark ever and it stands to reason that i love it to death. the sexual tension. the pining. the mutual dumbassery. i give a chef’s kiss to every single one of my fingers.

Dark Shore by @butterbabyflapjack

Pairing: Shark Merfolk/Reader

Rating: Explicit

Synopsis: Wandering barefoot on an unknown shore, without so much as a memory to guide you, you come to be in the clutches of a scaled and muscled fiend who dislikes you almost as much as you distrust him. Love is a silly and impractical thing.

Fave Tropes Present: ENEMIES TO LOVERS 5EVER, pining, and so much angry banter <3

Notes: First of all let me just admit that i’m biased because this was gifted to me, but I love it. it definitely has The Vibe that I’m obsessed with, that grotesque, dark, and mysterious atmosphere where the reader is desperately trying to unravel a mystery and also fend for herself with the horrifying unknown. love love love.

How to Catch a Goblin King by ViciouslyWitty

Pairing: Aged up Sarah Williams/Jareth from the Labyrinth

Rating: Explicit

Synopsis: “What happens when Sarah accidentally crashes a goblin royal wedding and inadvertently proposes to the groom? What happens when the groom accepts?They're bound of course. After all, what's said is said. You are cordially invited to an Underground wedding.”

Fave Tropes Present: Accidental marriage, enemies to lovers, SO MUCH SEXUAL TENSION

Notes: *heavy breathing* exactly what’s promised babes

Every Letter That You Write Me by othellia

Pairing: Buffy Summers/Spike (William Pratt) from Buffy the Vampire Slayer

Rating: Mature

Synopsis: In a world where soulmates have the ability to write on each other's skin, Spike finds himself shackled to a five-year-old Buffy, who (for once) listens to her mother's advice about not handing out personal information. With no way of tracking the annoyance down, Spike is forced to endure a decade of unavoidable communication. When Spike finally arrives in Sunnydale and discovers his soulmate is none other than the Slayer, he revels in the notion of a destined death match, but the Powers That Be have other plans...

Fave Tropes Present: enemies to lovers, soulmates

Notes: okay so one of my favorite things is where a fic recognizes and addresses the horror of actually having a soulmate! like tbh i’ve always thought of soulmates as this almost elditch-level of terror just based on how you don’t really get to be your own person in that regard. yes, buffy and spike are soulmates, but doesn’t that just suck because they’re on the opposite sides of the big bad conflict? or.... are they........

Don't Touch by MissCoppelia

Pairing: Rey/Ben from Star Wars

Rating: Explicit

Synopsis: “Why are there stairs in the forest?”

Fave Tropes Present: Creepy, leans into horror, “that’s not my boyfriend anymore”

Notes: yeah so this is based on those super creepy 411 urban legends which. i. LOVE. More of an ambiguous ending which is sick af, and I definitely appreciate the short but sweet nature of the oneshot.

That Williams Girl by @totallyottie99

Pairing: Aged up Sarah Williams/Jareth from the Labyrinth

Rating: Mature

Synopsis: “You already know the story of the Labyrinth, right? What if, instead of a sexy rock star, the Goblin king was something darker, more monster-like than you remember? What if the labyrinth was just a touch darker and twice as dangerous? What if the affections of a Mad Fae king were something long in the waiting for Sarah? (AU where Jareth is more monster-like in appearance and Sarah is a theatre kid college student.)”

Fave Tropes Present: ENEMIES TO LOVERS BABY

Notes: unfinished but i’m literally on the edge of my seat, frothing at the mouth with every update. Jareth in this fic is way more inhuman and way more of a fucking cunt, and i’m one hundred thousand percent for it. Sarah is done with his BS and is trying her best. This is way more twisted and dark than its source material, definitely leaning into grotesque and gothic fae lore and i’m here for it.

#fic recs #enemies to lovers #my beloved tropes #soulmates

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shadowdianne · 3 years ago

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Fic writer review [Or a fic writer tag game if you prefer]

I was tagged by @naralanis and I can already see her grin all the way from where I am xd Thank you, dear, for the tag, let’s see what are my answers, shall we.

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

*bursts out laughing* Adding both pseuds I have… 535 according to the account info but by counting them all I’m reaching 541 so I’m guessing it’s counting some drafts I need to re-find.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

I seriously hated you for this one xd I was going to do it by hand by I decided one-third there that I value my mental stability a little bit more xd according to the stats page back at a03 that number would be 1257884. It may be wrong. I think there should be a few more numbers up there but the majority of my works are one-shots so *shrugs* There’s also the fact that counting my ao3 things only is shaving off like half of it Xd Anyway, can we laugh at the fact that I’m a pain in the ass and that I’ve written a lot? More than I should have, that’s for sure

3. How many fandoms have you written for?

Trick question because I haven’t crossposted everything I wrote back in ffnet and I actually erased some fics from my account back there so the numbers are a little blurry there.

When I had the entirety of my work posted both in ffnet and a03 I had written for: Twilight (Bella/Alice) Glee (Faberry and there were a couple Pezberry and I don’t fucking remember the pairing name for Santana and Quinn), Harry Potter (Hermione/Ginny, Hermione/Narcissa, Hermione/Bellatrix) OUAT (SwanQueen and several oneshots focusing on the mad hatter and the blue fairy solely back at ffnet that were written in Spanish and never translated), I actually had a veeeery old au prompt of Frozen (Elsanna in where I wrote them as non sibilings), Rizzoli and Isles (Rizzles), Dishonored 2 (Emily Kaldwin/Alexi Mayhew), Lara Croft and Wonder Woman, Supergirl (SuperCorp/Supercat) I had a 100 one -or maybe two??- (Clexa), The Shannara Chronicles (Amberle/Eretreia [Or Princess Rover], Rwby [Blake Belladona/Yang], The Worst Witch (Hecate Hardbroom and Pippa Pentangle), The Half of it, Chilling Adventures of Sabrina (Madam Satan/Zelda Spellman) and… I think that’s it(?) I may be forgetting some but probably nothing important if I’m not remembering it lol.

4. Top 5 fics by kudos?

Ah, we are going to go there, uh? Xd My works are not the kudos and comment getting type Xd So I was quite surprised when I went to check this.

1: Cracked it I wrote this one back in 2017, it was a prompt done by an anon: Lena is nerding with one of her projects at home, mumbling mostly to herself because she’s stuck and Kara casually mentions how to solve the problem like it’s nothing. I really had some fun with this. It was back when some us, SQeeners were fully doing the jump between OUAT and SuperGirl (I mean, there had already been some crossover as for fandom is related but this when the girls were actually getting their conjoined voice within the fandom)

2: Dateless I honestly needed to check what this one was about but I think I can see why this one shot has the amount of kudos it has. It’s a short and sweet idea and responds to the Teachers Au that went SO well with SQ. Everyone thinks they hate each other and try to set them up with other people whilst they, in truth, are dating. I don’t remember if I wrote them as married rather than dating but despite being from 2017 as well is one cheeky enough to be cool Xd I probably would edit some lines now *shudders*

3: After you I truly didn’t expect this one to be top 3. Makes me think of a lot of things, if I’m being honest Xd. After you was a one shot written almost feverishly as an answer to the fabulous drawings that Sejic did of both Lara Croft and Wonder Woman back at 2018 or something. It’s just Lara and Diana being himbos but not at all with each other.

4: How about… How about is one I remember perfectly, it was my answer to the ending of the Half of it film. I had SOME thoughts about it, let’s just stop there Xd I really liked the film itself but I think and I thought at the time that my response to wishing for a final scene at the very end of the credits responds to me being in a different personal moment than the characters. I really wanted to explore my feelings about it and so I wrote about them finding each other again after some time passes. It was also something I wrote after quite the hiatus so I took it as something I could write about without focusing too much on the why.

5: Come to me

Ahh, SuperCorp Xd I remember this one actually. A friend of mine and I were talking about descriptions, and she mentioned quite off-handedly how she wanted a fic in where Kara’s back was described. I complied… more or less.

Fun tidbit, despite the big volume of my work is obviously set in ouat there’s only 1 SQ fic there as you can see, the others are either SuperCorp or the random one shots I created for Wonderwoman/Lara Croft and The half of it. *sighs in deep thought* I’m also not going to look too much into how almost all of the fics were posted and written back in 2017. Nope, not at all.

*Small voice screaming you peaked in 2017 and everything else is garbage jumps back and forth*

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

I tend to always respond, yup. I truly value comments. I might have gone for spells of time in where I didn’t have the mental capacity to check in old fics because I truly didn’t know what to answer but I treasure every single comment and you all who comment know that I can start to ramble in the answers xd -sorry about that- I really really REALLY love interaction.

6. A fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending:

Ok, Nara, come on, this one is a catch for me. I’ve written angst in far too many fics to remember the angstiest one :P I have the most recent one, though, that is the easy one to think about: Goodbye.Written for @delirious-comfort. I’m just going to say “Kisses with their last dying breath” as an idea of what awaits inside but I’ve written about death and loss and angst quite a lot. There were some I wrote back to SQ with Regina needing to kill Emma during the Dark Swan arc that, to this day, I still love and some others in where Regina is the one that dies, again and again, trapped by magic while Emma watches. I have the loss in mental destruction form and… I REALLY like my angst y’know xd

7. Do you write crossovers?

Not counting Lara and Wonder Woman not really! I think it comes from the fact that I loooove worldbuilding as a whole and some pairings would require all my focus into making the world perfect which in turn would make me self conscious on the OOCness of it all.

8. Ever received hate on a fic?

*snorts* I’ve received hate due to the pairing I’ve written about, how I’ve written about it, the amount I’ve written, how slow or quick I can be, the usage of some tropes, the lack of usage of those same tropes… Let’s just go with: yuuuup.

9. Do you write smut?

I’ve written smut, yeah! But I can already see the pointed looks of some so let’s elaborate Xd I write smut when asked and sometimes when not asked but there’s a part of me I like to call a terrible tease that prefers writing the beginning of a scene, taunt it, focus on what happens before the sex scene per se as I find it more enjoyable to write. The process of escalation is always the best for me to see what can I do it by using both dialogue and descriptors tbh, so I tend to tease more than show.

9. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

A few weeks ago I’d have said: Maybe(?) But trying to follow the trail of some other fics that had been stolen from some friends -I think it was me trying to find more about the page that stole something from your Nara!- I found some pages in where my fics had been reposted. In some it was stated that the person posting the fic wasn’t the author but I had never been contacted in order to see if I’d say yes to such a thing and in some others the page was locked up but I could still see someone was pretending to be the author. I did the thing and got some of those down.

Pointed note: Ask me if you want to post or translate or anything. I will look into you and answer you if you seem honest about the thing. But despite every joke and self-deprecating comment those 500 and then some fics represent MY time so very kindly I say fuck off to those who wish to steal from me and if I catch you… you don’t really want to see me angry, trust me.

10. Ever had a fic translated?

I’ve given permission to some, yeah, but never heard it back from them so I’m guessing it didn’t stick.

12. Have you ever co-written a fic?

I’ve written series alongside other authors as @stregaomega for example. And some others that are unpublished -looking at you @carsonnieve - I’ve also done collabs… but fics co-written in the sense of two authors same chapters I don’t have anything posted I’m afraid :P

13. All-time favourite ship?

*snorts*, I guess the obvious answer is SQ uh? And I do think they were the ones that allowed me to read and write SO much. The one I feel more strongly about, however, is Bering and Wells from Warehouse 13.

14. WIP you want to finish, but don’t think you ever will?

All of them counts as a valid answer? But if I only could finish one that would be Arcadia. With A forgotten Promise second and the one I did as an Assassins Creed AU third. (I don’t remember the name so there’s no link, sorry xd)

15. Writing strengths?

Uhhhh, you REALLY want me to say that? I don’t fucking know!! To me everything I write is garbage. I always try to go for the feelings so I guess. Dunno xd I’ve been told I’m good at worldbuilding and to be honest is what I enjoy the most.

16. Writing weaknesses?

Everything Xd Pacing? What I hate the most sometimes is dialogue, I would count it as a weakness but I’m always far too focused on description rather than dialogue. I don’t think it’s a bad thing per se but it’s something that I don’t do as much.

17. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in a fic?

I’m conflicted. Always. Majorly because I think that having bilingual characters in fanfiction is portrayed and expected in a way that I don’t feel it’s honest with how bilingual people -us- talk. So if I go by what I know I do I think it’s not what readers hope to see when it comes to that and if I go for how canonically is hoped to be found I don’t think it’s logical. But that’s me and my overthinking Xd If I have the option I like to do it.

18. First fandom you ever wrote for?

Belice! Or Bella/Alice. Worst first fic ever but oh, well, I’m always saying that :P

19. What’s your fav fic you’ve written so far?

Uhh… Don’t make me do this XD Agh, I don’t know. I’ve always been very vocal about Metallic Ink because I let myself enjoy the process of creating a magic system almost out of zero and that was fun. Despite hating some of the writing process and that I’d do it differently now I think I’m going to stick with that answer. Or anything that had any steampunk-based undertone. To be honest I like more thinking of concepts, I had one in where Emma was a thief and it involved the robbery of a ring that was Regina’s one way ticket to freedom I then later repurposed that I adored thinking about so let’s go with…. Yeah, I love having the option of changing things up a little and focus on how characters would fit in different aesthetics for this one Xd

Annnd… these are four pages, gods. I’m just going to tag @waknatious @carsonnieve @stregaomega here and see what they do- Enjoy the questionnaire ladies :P

#taggie thingie #this was a monster

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hintsofhoney · 4 years ago

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Homework Help

Pairing(s): Dom!Dean Winchester x F!Sub!Reader

Summary: You're having trouble focusing on your homework and Dean has an idea about how to help you concentrate.

Tags: 18+, rough sex, oral (female receiving), fingering, use of a vibrator, dirty talk, all the good stuff

Word Count: 2.7k

A/N: I was doing homework the other day and got distracted and saw a post somewhere that said something along the lines of, “Imagine being fucked while you’re trying to do homework and then being told “If that’s not finished by the time I’m done, you won’t be cumming ‘til Thursday”, and it was in that moment that I stopped doing homework and started writing this. Link two part two is at the end of this post!

You can also read me on Ao3!

DEAN WINCHESTER MASTERLIST | SUPERNATURAL MASTERLIST | MAIN MASTERLIST

You jumped as you heard a knock at the door. You had been sitting at your desk, racking your brain over an essay that you had to write for one of your classes since you woke up… which was five hours ago. Judging by how startled you were from a gentle knock at the door, you must have zoned in completely to what you were doing, tuning out any outside noises. You let out a sigh and rubbed your eyes which were beginning to burn from the hours that you had been staring at your laptop.

“Come in,” you groaned, leaning back in your chair, thankful for the brief moment of distraction.

“You okay sweetheart? You’ve been in here for hours,” you heard your favorite person’s voice ask. You smiled softly and turned your body so you were now sitting sideways, your arm draped over the back of your chair. Your eyes got wide when you saw that your favorite person in the world was carrying a take-out bag from your favorite restaurant in the world.

“Dean Winchester, you are an angel,” you beamed as you made grabby hands at the bag that he was holding. He chuckled that deep chuckle of his and walked towards you, handing you the bag and bending over to give you a quick kiss on the lips.

“I figured you’d be forgetting to eat today. How’s it going?”

You placed the take-out next to your laptop and glanced at the word document open on the screen; only three out of eight pages written so far. “I swear I’ve just been zoning in an out of consciousness. I haven’t written anything in almost two hours, I’ve just been staring at the damn screen. Go back to school, they said. It’ll be fun, they said,” you sighed. You leaned your head against Dean’s stomach as he stood behind the chair and he ran his fingers through your hair.

“I hate seeing you so stressed,” he said gently, his free hand beginning to massage one of your shoulders.

“I hate being so stressed,” you groaned, letting yourself relax as Dean placed both of his hands on your shoulders and began massaging out the knots that had formed in them over the past few hours. He leaned over, his scruff scratching your cheek.

“How about you take a break, hm?” He whispered seductively, and you closed your eyes in attempt to maintain some form of self-control. No, Y/N, you need to finish this paper, you said to yourself.

“Babe, I gotta finish this,” you groaned.

“How about some motivation then?” Dean asked, and you turned your head to look at him suspiciously.

“Yeah? Like what? You’re going to fuck me while I write my paper and not let me cum until I finish it?” You asked sarcastically. You regretted saying this as soon as you saw the lightbulb go off in Dean’s head. You had given him an idea, and judging by how fast he stopped rubbing your shoulders and made his way over to the door so he could lock it, he was 100% committed to it. You gulped as he walked back over to you, a different look in his eyes than the gentleness that had been there only moments before. He was in a different headspace now, one where he was in control and he was going to let you know it. At this point, your brain was fried and you were happy to hand over any and all decision making to Dean if it meant that you got to finish your paper and feel a release all at the same time.

“Keep working,” Dean ordered, and you turned back around to your laptop, trying to think of what to type next. You felt Dean behind you, his hands on your shoulders again, massaging them gently. You relaxed under his touch and began to type as an idea came to you. His hands moved to your front, slipping under your shirt and beginning to massage your breasts. You weren’t wearing a bra; you were still in your pajamas from the morning. You moaned and leaned your head back against Dean’s abdomen as he ran a finger over your hardening nipple. “Uh-uh, focus,” Dean said, as he bent over so his head was near your neck, taking away the comfortable headrest that had been his stomach. You let out a shaky breath as you tried to re-focus on your paper while Dean continued to relentlessly tease you under your shirt. He started kissing your neck and you tried to ignore him as best as you could, a few more sentences coming to you as you did so. Some way, somehow, this was actually clearing up the fog in your brain that had been keeping you from thinking of anything at all. You paused typing for a moment and Dean took the opportunity to slide you and your chair away from the desk, crawling under it and pulling both you and the chair back towards him by its legs. You knew exactly where this was headed, and you weren’t too confident in yourself that you could stay focused on your paper. Dean ran his hands up your legs, stopping when he got to the hem of your shorts. He tugged on them, and you lifted your ass so he could slide them off, along with your underwear. You shivered as the cool air met the growing heat in between your legs. Concentrate, you remined yourself. You felt Dean spread your legs forcefully, running his hands along your thighs, his thumbs lightly massaging the inner parts. You cleared your throat in an attempt to make yourself focus on the words in front of you, typing out another sentence as you did so. You felt Dean’s hot breath near your core and you tried to pay no mind to the wetness that you could feel pooling between your legs. Dean began licking stripes up your folds, drawing a moan out of you. “It doesn’t sound like you’re very focused,” he said, flicking his tongue against your clit. You knew Dean meant this as a warning to you about making any more noise, so you began thinking about your paper as hard as you could. As Dean continued to eat you out, you continued to type paragraphs, the words just coming to you. You were caught off guard when you felt Dean’s fingers enter you, and it was only then that you stopped typing and let yourself feel him. His tongue moving masterfully between your folds, two of his fingers pumping in and out of you slowly, brushing up against your g-spot every time he pulled them almost all the way out, but not hitting it in a way that would send you over the edge. You glanced at how many pages you had written in the bottom left corner of your screen. Page 6 of 6. You only had two more to go and you knew that Dean wasn’t anywhere near done; you could afford yourself a moment to feel the pleasure that he was giving you. Or at least, you thought you could. “I don’t hear any typing,” Dean growled as he pulled his fingers out of you and pushed your chair back, standing up from under the desk. You whimpered at both the loss of him inside of you and the look on Dean’s face; you were in for it. “Stand up,” he commanded, and you quickly obeyed. “Bend over and keep typing,” he ordered as he stepped aside and motioned towards your desk. You quickly made your way over to your desk and bent over, your elbows resting on the hard surface as you wrote out another sentence. You heard the sound of a zipper behind you and your entrance clenched around nothing as it waited to be filled. Focus, Y/N. Keep typing, you reminded yourself. You felt Dean’s presence behind you and he grabbed your hip with one hand, the other hand beginning to move his cock between your folds. You tried your best to focus on your paper, to keep typing, but your breath hitched in your throat as Dean slid into you, and you let yourself feel him fill you for a moment, closing your eyes and letting out a moan. Dean leaned over you and gripped your throat, his stubble rough against your ear. “If that paper’s not finished by the time I cum, you won’t be cumming for a week,” he growled, as he began to thrust into you. You began typing frantically; you didn’t even care if it made sense at this point, you just wanted to see “Page 8 of 8” appear in the corner so you could give your full attention over to the way that Dean was making you feel. You tried your best to ignore Dean’s pants and grunts as he thrusted into you, the hold he had on your throat making it extremely hard for you to look at your keyboard. You knew he was doing that on purpose. You were rocking back and forth on your elbows, which also was making it hard to type, but you continued pumping out paragraphs to the best of your ability. You refused to let yourself focus on anything but this paper, and it was working. Finally, you saw “Page 8 of 8” at the bottom of your screen. You saved the document and closed your laptop, never wanting to look at a computer screen again. You could focus on Dean now, on his cock inside of you, on his grunting, his moaning, the way he was saying “fuck” under his breath. Dean leaned in close to your ear again. “Did you finish?” You nodded to the best of your ability; his hand was still wrapped around your throat as he continued to ram into you mercilessly. “Good girl,” he whispered, his thrusts getting faster and rougher, causing you to moan in pleasure. Dean released the grip he had on your throat and grabbed your hips with both hands, digging his fingers into you as he sped up his thrusting. You could tell he was close; his thrusts were becoming sloppy and he wasn’t holding any noises back as he chased his climax.

“Fuck, Dean!” Was all you could manage to get out as he pounded into you at his hardest a few more times before you felt his warm cum fill you.

“That’s right, baby. Take it,” he panted as he grabbed you by your biceps and pushed himself into you as far as he could go. You let out a shaky breath as your legs turned into jelly; it was taking most of your strength to keep yourself from collapsing onto the floor. You were tired, your brain was absolutely fried, and all you wanted was to feel a release. Dean pulled out of you slowly and helped you stand up, keeping you steady as he walked you over to the bed. “Get comfortable, sweetheart,” he said, his demeanor changing from dominant to caring as he gave you a quick kiss on your forehead and walked over to your dresser. He knew where you kept your toys. You laid back against a pile of pillows at the head of your bed and spread your shaky legs. You watched Dean rummage through your dresser between them, his perfect body on display for you. Why the hell can’t my ass look like that? You thought to yourself as you stared at your boyfriend’s ass. Why God decided to give men the things they didn’t need like long eyelashes and big butts was beyond you. You bit your lip as Dean turned around, a vibrator in one hand and a blindfold in the other. “You look so fucking hot with my cum spilling out of you,” he growled as he made his way over to the head of the bed, handing you the blindfold. “Put that on for me, I don’t want you focusing on anything but how good I’m about to make you feel.” You gave him a quick nod and slipped on the blindfold, falling into a darkness. Your other senses went into hyper-mode, trying to make up for the loss of one. You felt the mattress dip as Dean climbed onto the bed, making himself comfortable between your spread legs. You heard the vibrator turn on; the familiar buzzing like music to your ears. Your breath hitched in anticipation; you needed to be touched. Dean placed the vibrator on your inner thigh, slowly dragging it down your skin, stopping right before it reached where you needed it the most. He did the same with your other thigh, making you whine in frustration. “Patience, sweetheart.” Easy for you to say, you didn’t just spend a million hours writing a stupid paper! Patience is not in my vocabulary right now, was what you wanted to say, but you settled for a nod instead; that was the much safer option. Dean moved the vibrator to one of your erect nipples, causing you to arch your back. You felt his hand press down gently on your abdomen, forcing you back down to the bed. “Stay still,” he ordered, a newfound gentleness to his voice. You took a deep breath and clenched every muscle in your body trying to stay still, and finally, Dean rewarded you by placing the vibrator right where you had been wanting it the most.

“Fuuuck,” you moaned, letting yourself feel the vibrations all throughout your body. Dean slipped two fingers inside of you and began moving them in and almost out of you as he changed the vibrator’s pattern to three short vibrations followed by a long one. He began fingering you in an alternate rhythm, making sure that if your clit wasn’t being stimulated, then your pussy was, and vice-versa. You focused on how good it felt, on how all the stress that you had been feeling was slowly disappearing. You relaxed completely, letting the heat in between your legs build, moaning obscenities as Dean made you feel the best you had felt in a long time. The familiar knot in your abdomen began forming, and you started to arch your back as you felt yourself about to let go. The heat that had risen in your core shot through you in waves and you moaned so loudly at the euphoric feeling that was making its way to every part of your body, that it could have easily been mistaken for a scream. You arched your back as a second shockwave of pleasure ran through you, and you could have sworn that for a split second you saw stars. Dean let you ride out your orgasm, your pussy clenching around his fingers as the feeling slowly faded. He turned the vibrator off and pulled his fingers out of you, leaning over you to take the blindfold off. You squeezed your eyes shut as the brightness of the room hit your pupils, and blinked a few times so your eyes could adjust to the light. You didn’t want to move. You were absolutely spent, thanks to both Dean and your paper, but you knew that you needed to shower. You looked at Dean with a sleepy and pouty look on your face, and he knew exactly what it meant.

“Do you need me to carry you to the shower?” He chuckled, as he placed the vibrator and blindfold at the foot of your bed. All you could do was nod and put your arms out in front of you; you did not have the energy to act like a functioning adult at the moment. Dean leaned over the bed and let you wrap your arms around his neck, grabbing you by your ass and lifting you off the bed, your legs wrapping around his waist. Sam was off with Eileen on a hunt, so Dean was able to carry you from your room to the bunker’s bathroom without worrying about anyone seeing the two of you. You nuzzled your face into Dean’s neck and let out a happy sigh. “Do you feel a little less stressed now?” Dean asked, as he opened the bathroom door and let you down on your feet.

“I don’t feel any stress at all. Thank you,” you said sweetly, looking up at the perfect man in front of you and giving him a kiss. “I love you.”

“I love you, too. Please take care of yourself, Y/N. That much stress is not good for you.”

You laughed at the irony of Dean Winchester saying this to you. “Alright, Mr. Save-The-World. For you, I’ll try to space out my homework.”

PART TWO ↦

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Fiancés, Firebirds, Foxes and Fawns: 6

Author: @exquisitley-obsessed

Summary: A few weeks after Briallyn’s attempt at uniting with Koschei, Lucien opens the door of Lockhart Manor to find Elain, cold from the rain and holding a note from the High Lady of the Night Court demanding her to assist Lucien in building alliances with the human councils. Forced to work together by their exhausted High Lord and Lady, Elain is able to convince anyone to do anything, while Lucien has the acquaintances to go anywhere he likes. Together, they attempt to unite the fae and mortal lands and unravel the deal made between Koschei and Vassa, while Lucien remains haunted by his own promise to Elain’s father. ELUCIEN, POST-ACOSF

Pairings: Elain x Lucien, Elucien

Warnings: None.

A/N: I’ve added a tag list for those who wish to stay updated with this story! Just message me if you wish to be added <3

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Chapter Six: Moonlight Meetings

The contracts were beginning to make sense. Turns out, there weren’t nearly as many for Elain to sort through as she first expected. It seemed that the Band of Exiles had had a pretty stagnant first year whilst staying in the mortal lands, with their biggest success lying in the Declaration of Peace Between Fae and Mortal Realms achieved on the anniversary of the Hybern War.

Elain had gone through each contract and made a note of it in her own diary: the contract between the Spring Court and the human lands to organise trade routes in the future, the agreement of a ceasefire on trespassing fae in favour of imprisonment, etc. There had even been copies of contracts between other humans that had most likely occurred at these weekly meetings: such as the Nolan’s agreeing to 100 shipments of Ashwood Weaponry per month to the Darlingtons, and the reinforcement of internal borders.

Elain had sat with Nuala and a few pots of tea in the library, and by the time she stretched her legs to take a turn around the room, the sun was plummeting towards the horizon. She liked it. She liked the feeling of her hand aching from her meticulous note-taking, she liked that the pages of her new notebook (a gift from Rhysand) had slowly began to fill up, she liked that she now had detailed questions to ask Jurian, Vassa and maybe even Lucien.

If anything, she liked that tonight she would sleep, her eyes tired from reading by the candlelight and her brain fizzing with the numbers of stock, armies and debt.

The library was at the back of the house, with delicate yet large glass windows that looked out onto the Manor’s Garden. So far, Elain had avoided the grounds, mostly because one look of the greenery told her that there was nothing for her to do. Whoever tended to these gardens had a similar mind to hers, it was wild and restless. A garden belonging to a true cottage, her father would say.

“Lord Lucien is home,” Nuala’s velvet voice swam into the air as she spoke without looking up from her book. The shadow wraith’s always had been Elain’s closest friends, and she liked the side she got to see of them, the one she was sure no other had yet had the privilege.

“Oh…good,” Elain said non-committedly, forcing her eyes back to her notes which she’d already preened to perfection. Sighing, Elain looked over her and Nuala’s make-shift joint desk, and without thinking, she reached for a local map.

It was strange, to look over a map of lands which felt both so familiar and so foreign. With her finger, Elain could trace the path from her first childhood home, the Manor down by the lake, up and up to their runt of a cottage so close to the border, and then a little east to their other home. Elain’s hand recoiled from the paper. That home was cursed. That was the home from which she had been stolen from.

“Do you miss it, being human?” Nuala asked. Elain peered at her. She’d always found the term ‘lesser fae’ to be entirely unbefitting. Nuala was perhaps the most gorgeous person she’d ever seen; her skin was a deep grey and her hair a shifting black in which shadows seemed to fall in whisps as it moved. Her eyes were uncannily wide, and her irises were of purest black and filled her entire lids.

“I don’t think so,” Elain answered softly, her finger running back to that first home. The home in which her parents were alive and well. “But I avoided coming here for a long while because of that reason.”

“You wanted to go back?” Elain nodded, a small shift of her head.

“Becoming fae didn’t make sense to me for a long time. I didn’t understand how to be fae, despite the body. When I looked around all I could see were my sister’s, who fit in so well at the Night Court and I just…didn’t.” Elain looked at her friend. “I feel terrible about it. About how I tried to come back to Graysen. It was the first time in my life I’d made a stand and it was for something so, hollow.”

“You’re not a terrible person for feeling as though you don’t belong, and wishing that you did.” Nuala tilted her head, her pin straight hair falling with a trained precision across her bare shoulder.

“No, but I feel terrible because…I still feel that way, to some extent.” Elain sighed, tucking up her legs on the chair and leaning her head back.

“I got into a fight with Jurian today – I slapped him -” Elain peeked a look at Nuala and was pleased to see her mouth slightly ajar and her eyes bright with amusement. “I know. But what he said was true, and I can’t stop thinking about it. He saw me during the war and saw how I was so desperate to be human again, and he thinks I’m here for that reason-” Nuala opened her mouth to protest, “I know, it’s stupid, but…what if I am here for that reason, and I just don’t realise it yet? Because Nuala, if I am, I can’t – I can’t forgive myself for that, I can’t do that to-”

Elain cut herself off by biting her tongue. She’d only spent a day and a night in Lockhart Manor, but Elain was sure she could feel the bond. Often she didn’t, then every couple of months, something would happen, she would feel some emotion that wasn’t hers or have dreams of places she’d never been to, and she’d just know that it was him. But being here, actually being around him, she felt herself turning towards him the way flowers turn to the sun.

“I don’t think it’s strange, if you feel you do not belong in the Night Court, to want to belong somewhere else,” Nuala spoke carefully, slowly, as though every word carried weight, “But just because you feel you do not belong in the Night Court, does not mean your only other option is the human lands.”

“What? I might belong somewhere else in Prythian?” Nuala stretched and leaned back in her own chair.

“Prythian is a large place, and you have an eternity ahead of you. You do not need to rush in finding somewhere you can settle, travel around for a bit, see the world. There is not the same pressure for you to be a wife as you had when you were human, maybe you could try just being Elain for a while?” Nuala yawned after she spoke, a sign that she was well and truly relaxed. Elain just hummed, her mind whirring as she looked back at the map, her finger drifting back to that last home, the one she had been ripped from.

Just then Elain noticed how the sun and well and truly dipped behind the horizon, casting the world in shadow. The night sky looked unbearably dull compared to the thriving chaos of the Night Court’s evenings, but there was something familiar in the mundanity, something that allowed Elain to be the magical thing in the world, not the other way around.

“Vassa and Jurian are preparing to leave,” Nuala said without opening her eyes.

“Ugh, teach me your ways.” Elain joked, and a sly smile pulled at the shadow wraith’s lips.

“No, because then you won’t need me, and I won’t get to come with you to see the world.” Elain paused, and looked at her friend.

“You’d come with me?” It was now Nuala’s turn to peer at her.

“Of course, don’t tell the High Lord but, since being Under the Mountain, I’ve rather missed the world, and I’d very much like to see it.”

“I can’t imagine what that must’ve been like,” Elain shivered. She’d never bene able to truly comprehend what had occurred in those 50 years. The idea of her friend being subject to such atrocities for a time longer than she had been alive, it was unfathomable.

“I remember your mate being there,” Nuala said, tentatively. Every muscle in Elain’s body went rigid. She’d assumed, somewhere along the line, that Lucien must’ve been there with Tamlin when they’d been taken, but Feyre had never confirmed, she’d been surprisingly elusive of the specifics of what had occurred. She couldn’t think about it. Because the instant she considered the torture Lucien must’ve faced, she began to feel herself lose control.

“Speaking of your mate,” Nuala murmured, and Elain didn’t miss the slightly pleased look in her friend’s eye at having gotten a reaction out of her.

Just then a knock came from the door casing Elain to turn in her chair sharply, by the time she turned back, Nuala had already disappeared into the shadows.

“No, but thanks for the offer,” Lucien ground out through his teeth. Waiting on the cartographer had taken all day and it turns out the maps he wanted hadn’t even been done correctly. It had been so much of a waste, that some part of Lucien was grateful he’d managed to send Elain home, he didn’t want her thinking that the extent of his life consisted of pathetically waiting on map-makers who can’t even make the right, damned map.

“Oh come on Luci, it’ll be fun,” Vassa goaded, looking a bit more like herself than she’d been the past few days. Her hair was iridescent, and her gown was of deepest emerald, with golden gemstones that matched the simple, modest tiara upon her head. Lucien snorted.

“Oh yeah…fun. Well you can have fun for me, but I’m not going.”

“You might as well go for the free whiskey. That’s the only reason I’m interested.” Jurian grinned, throwing a far too casual arm over the queen’s shoulders, who huffed a laugh and shook him off.

“No touching Jurian. This dress is worth more than your head.”

“Ooh – not sure about that love.” Jurian grinned back, and Lucien observed the way the two mental mortals bounced off each other.

“Ugh, I don’t know who I feel worse for, you or the Nolan’s.”

“Oh it’s not just the Nolan’s going,” Jurian grinned, “I have it on good authority that Delilah will be there too.”

“Oh, Delilah,” Vassa hummed, twirling her hair and batting her eyelashes.

“Shut up the both of you,” Lucien rolled his eyes.

“Well if it doesn’t work out with the mate, just know you have a small army of humans who wouldn’t mind a piece of you,” Jurian chortled.

“Men and women,” Vassa smiled at Jurian, “I heard that Lord Smith wouldn’t mind warming himself by the fireling.”

“Yeah, yeah, I trust you got her home safe then,” Lucien pointed at Jurian, hoping his easy smile covered the anxiety that had been growing over the day as he became convinced that something terrible had happened to Elain now that she’d been removed from sight.

“Oh, the Archeron is home safe alright,” Jurian said in a tone Lucien couldn’t quite read.

“Good…well then, you two bests be off,” Lucien turned back to the house. “Don’t stay out too late kids.”

“Alright dad,” Vassa scoffed.

“Oh and Luci,” Jurian was halfway down the garden path, “Don’t make us regret leaving you home alone with your mate!” He winked at him that time and then he and Vassa were two colourful blurs in the summer evening, their laughter making music with the chirping of cicadas.

Something cold ran the length of Lucien’s spine. He would be home, alone, with Elain, for an entire night.

Fuck.

***

“Come in?”

Elain already knew it was Lucien before his head of fiery hair, now unbound, peered at her from around the door.

“Good evening, Lady, um…may I come in?”

Elain looked at him over the papers she’d randomly grabbed and was now pretending to read. Nuala certainly could have given her a little more warning.

Lucien looked so shy, half standing behind the door, and Elain found all her anger at him having sent her home evaporating. He was just as confused as she was about this whole bond thing, it was something they’d have to figure out together.

Elain gave a small nod and Lucien seemed to let loose a long breath before he walked into the room, turning around to shut the door and then turning to face her. Lucien glowed in daylight, out there in the woods it looked at though the sun were always reaching for him, as though it, like so many others, adored him. But there was something so alluring about Lucien by candlelight. The shadows and the orange light that moved over him, he seemed darker somehow, more dangerous. More intoxicating.

Lucien cleared his throat, standing with his hands held behind his back, and Elain adverted her eyes.

“I’ve come to apologise, Lady.”

“Apologise?” Elain repeated numbly. She hadn’t been expecting this, to her knowledge, men didn’t apologise.

“For how I spoke to you, earlier today…” Lucien seemed to shift slightly, “It was entirely unreasonably for me to send you home when you wished the know the way. I got spooked with the trap and, and-”

“It’s fine. Thank you,” Elain smiled at him, setting the papers down and leaning forward in her chair. Lucien looked bemused.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes I, uh…it’s not your fault I got upset, not really. I’m just quite on edge recently,” Elain began to fiddle with the threads of her dress.

“Is something wrong?” Pure concern laced Lucien’s voice as he strode a little further into the room.

“No, just…I think it’s just being around you…” Elain trailed off and Lucien’s eyes widened. Never before had she brought up the mating bond. Not with him.

“Oh, yes, it’s...uh, quite annoying isn’t it.” He grinned easily, and Elain felt something inside her relax.

“Not annoying just…things get to me easier.”

“Yes,” Lucien nodded, “When we’re close to each other the mating bond will be more…demanding. You’ll probably be more aware of it, as I am.”

“You…you feel like this, all the time?” Elain blinked at him, and Lucien shifted awkwardly, he did not want her to pity him.

“You get used to it after a while,” He grinned at her again. Elain quickly became lost in thought and Lucien could practically see her mind working, her eyes becoming distant. He took this moment to look her over, just checking for injuries, of course.

She’d changed her dress; the other one no doubt having being stained with grass and mud. It was a pale yellow, one that he found suited her hair greatly. Layers of skirts and a corset bodice, and with her hair pinned up and away from her face she looked every bit of the goddess he thought her of being.

It was then that his eye caught on the dainty necklace around her throat, a single pearl hanging at its end and…

Mother, that was a low neckline.

A low neckline for Elain of course. But still. The dress allowed him to see the beginning curve of her breasts where that single pearl lay, nestled-

Lucien snapped his eyes away and dug his hands into his pockets, digging his nails into his thighs.

He was sure that by now, Elain could read scents, and he really, really, didn’t want to make this more awkward than it was. Mother, he’d just been talking about how he’d become accustomed to controlling himself. But perhaps the beast within hadn’t been tamed, maybe it was just resting.

As though they’d been called by his arousal, the base mate desires sang through his blood. Touch, smell, taste…The last one was strangely powerful today, but maybe it was because the more time he became familiar with her scent, the more he could imagine what she tasted of. Sweet but in the way fruits are sweet, like his own personal nectar-

“Are you alright?” Elain’s soft voice sung into the air and Lucien realised that he was digging so hard into his thigh that tears had sprung up into his eyes.

“Yes, sorry,” He sniffed before huffing a laugh, “I’m just tired is all.”

“Of…” Elain prompted softly, and for a moment their eyes met and something enigmatic passed between them. “I um,” Elain sprang from her chair and began to gesture, unable to meet his eye. “I was about to go to the kitchen and steal a pot of tea and sit if the garden if you wished to, if you wished to-”

“Yes,” Lucien blinked, and Elain nodded furiously before meeting his eye and giving him a shy smile.

“Lead the way,” Elain said softly, and Lucien felt his heart skip a beat, and from the way Elain’s smile grew, he knew she’d heard it too.

***

Since it was well into the night, Elain and Lucien had to make the tea themselves, Lucien trying not to puff his chest too much when Elain gasped at how he heated the kettle with his fingers.

“It’s about as useful as it gets I’m afraid,” he grinned at her as steam started to pour from the spout.

“Well, being a seer seems far more pointless.” God she looked good in the moonlight.

“I wouldn’t say that…” It seemed that that part of Lucien would always protest at Elain being insulted, even if it were her dishing out the affront. “You knew to find Vassa, your visions before the war were invaluable, we most likely would’ve lost without them.”

Elain poured the tea, her brows furrowed in thought. If they were truly mated, if the union had been accepted, Lucien realised that this was a moment where he’d be able to reach for that bond and feel what she was feeling. He could understand, in a millisecond, what was going on behind those honeyed eyes.

Elain moved to the kitchen’s backdoor, which looked out onto the path leading down to the road which led to town, arching through the gardens. To his surprise she settled in the doorway, tucking her skirts so that they spilled out onto the gravel path.

“What is it?” Lucien prodded, as he settled down next to her, making sure that he was leaning against the left doorframe and that no part of his body was touching hers.

“Compared to the likes of Feyre and Nesta,” Elain began in a dreamy voice, “My powers are pointless; you can’t deny it.”

Lucien didn’t know what to say to that. It was all kinds of wrong. As he thought about how to exactly tell Elain she was quite insane for thinking such a way, he looked out on the moonlit gardens. The sky here was duller than the Night Court, but there was something peaceful in these lands, something innocent. A warm breeze caressed his face, and just as he was about to speak, Elain beat him to it.

“I should’ve been there, tonight, Feyre and Nesta would’ve gone.” Lucien’s hand paused as it carried his tea to his lips. Fury jolted through him.

“I don’t know about that,” Lucien proceeded in sipping his tea, trying to cool the flames within.

“If Feyre could handle seeing Tamlin, then I could’ve handled tonight,” Elain said simply, as though it were the most obvious thing in the world. Lucien considered what she had said, trying to slow his heartbeat as he thought, especially now that he knew she could hear it.

“Are you so desperate to be like your sisters?” Elain cocked her head at the garden.

“Of course…they’re brave and I…I don’t know, how could I not?” Elain appeared as genuinely confused, and something inside Lucien’s chest ached.

“No offence,” he flashed her an easy grin, one that seemed to tell her that everything was going to be okay, “But I don’t think the world would recover from having another Feyre…and especially not another Nesta.”

“You know what I mean…” Elain huffed, bumping into his shoulder slightly as she flashed him a shy smile, one that made him feel like glowing. “They would’ve gone tonight. They would’ve marched into that manor and sat down in the Nolan’s chair and if Gray so much as looked at them wrong they would’ve burned the house to ashes.”

Lucien ignored Elain’s nickname for her ex-fiancé, and took a moment to cool the raging part of him that sought to seek out the boy and erase him from history. Elain was poking fun at her ex-lover, she was wrinkling her nose and shaking her head, it was obvious she wanted nothing to do with him. And yet that nickname stood like an island in the stormy ocean, a reminder that at that moment, some unevolved, bastard, human fae-hunter had a firmer place in her heart than he.

“What the hell is the Nolan’s chair?” Lucien asked after a moment, batting the vitriol from his mind.

“Oh,” Elain’s eyes lit up, “It’s some stupid, big Ashwood throne which they have in this weird trophy room, apparently it’s been passed down through generations of fae-hunters. I couldn’t touch it of course because I hadn’t been initiated into the family and that would be sacrilegious or something.” Lucien tipped his head back and huffed a laugh, and Elain felt something inside her sing to answer. She’d noticed Lucien’s beauty more this past day, but that moment right there, had been the loveliest he’d ever been. His eyes shut, his grin wide. He seemed happy. It was beautiful.

“Oh Gods, let me guess, they have it behind some sort of curtain and they do a grand reveal whenever guests come for tea?” Elain blinked at him with those brown saucers.

“Have you visited?!” Both of them titled back and let out genuine laughs, no one to interrupt them but a warm breeze making the plants rustle.

“You know, it’s funny,” Elain sighed, curling her arms around her knees and looking out on the moon-lit shrubbery, “When you stop loving someone, it’s almost like you see them for the first time.” Lucien shifted awkwardly, trying to ease the itching across his skin. He’d never talked so much about the boy before, and it was making his powers sing.

“And what do you see now?”

“I…I can’t say a bad word against him. I don’t know why. I think even if he were standing in front of me right now I would just politely ask him to leave.”

“I think that says more about your character than his.” How could the Cauldron have thought him worthy of this female? In the face of her abuser, she chose pacifism.

“It’s strange because now I guess I see him how everyone else has always seen him. But when I was human…” Elain’s speech faltered and she flashed her eyes to him, “I’m sorry you probably don’t want to hear about this.” Lucien took a deep breath before setting his cup down.

“Elain I…I want to be your friend, and I want to know everything about you. If that includes your weasel of an ex, so be it.”

“Be nice,�� Elain half-told him off with a laugh as she reached out and shoved his shoulder. Lucien saw stars.

“When you were human…” Lucien found his voice after a second, and prompted Elain along. She curled her arm back around her knees and her eyes drifted off to some far off place.

“I…I just wanted to be loved, so badly. I wanted a fairy-tale romance and, I don’t know, someone who would want me, you know that kind of romance you only read about in novels where the guy walks into a room and only sees her.” Elain huffed a laugh and Lucien bit his tongue. “I just assumed that it would never happen, not with us falling into poverty, but then, we weren’t in poverty anymore, and Nesta and I were back looking for husbands. Graysen isn’t…special…I know. But I never wanted special, and for a girl who had grown up believing she’d have nothing, what he gave me seemed like the whole world. Things like sneaking out to meet him without a chaperone, or, or, sneaking away from family dinner’s to hide in the gardens. It…it felt like falling in love…”

“When you having nothing,” Lucien began tentatively, “And someone shows you an inch of kindness…well, that becomes invaluable.” Elain hummed softly in agreement.

“I didn’t want much – I’ve never wanted much - but that’s because it always seemed greedy. I just wanted my own garden, and then Graysen promised me 12 acres of land, and he did seem to care for me. Well…at one point he seemed to care.” Elain shivered, and that age-old anger flashed in his eye. He didn’t know what Graysen had said to Elain when she’d come to the Noland Manor during the war, but by the way the entire Inner Circle seemed one bad day away from cleaving the boy’s balls from his body, he got the idea.

“Now that I can see him clearly, and I can see all the terrible things he did and said, to me and…and about me…” Elain turned to look at Lucien and found him already looking at her, his expression soft, but something made of steel in his eyes, “It’s easy to not love someone when you don’t like them, but I am afraid.”

“Of…” Lucien said gently, his voice as soft as the wind in the leaves.

“How can I…” she was looking at him directly now, “How can I do it again,” she whispered in a voice that reminded him of a petal. “I was so blinded by love; how can I trust myself? You know, sometimes it feels like I’ve felt enough heartbreak to fill several lifetimes.”

Lucien surprised himself by huffing a soft laugh.

“I know how you feel. But that’s the thing about being immortal. They say time heals all wounds, and it does. But most of us, and I suppose particularly humans, don’t get the chance to wait out our pain. But being fae, well, you’re convinced you’ll never get over it until one day you wake up and, you just are.”

Elain had never heard him speak for so long before, and she realised she could’ve sat here and listened to him talk all night. There was an aged wisdom behind his words, like a promise that everything was going to be alright. A small silence settled on the two as they both looked up at the moon, glowing like an eye of the Mother, winking with contentment.

“Graysen is a bastard isn’t he.” Lucien laughed, loud and brashly, and even though it was nearly midnight, Elain was sure he’d momentarily lit up the world.

“No comment,” Lucien held his palms up to face her to show his pacifism.

“Oh come on, you must not like him if you’re sitting here with me rather out there at the Nolan’s sipping, oh, coffee liquors.” Lucien wrinkled his nose.

“Gods, they sound awful.”

“Oh. They are,” Elain moaned with a smile. Then she peered at him again, “You’ve really never been.” Lucien shifted slightly, sitting a little straighter.

“Yes I, uh, I hope that wasn’t an intrusion or-”

“No, no!” Elain rushed, before sighing heavily as she bit her lip in thought. Lucien’s eyes, one metal one fae, roved over her. Oh how he wished to know her thoughts.

Then, Elain was reaching out for him, putting her small hand on his shoulder and looking up at him with those dark, sultry eyes.

“Thank you…for having my back,” she practically whispered. But Lucien wasn’t quite sure he’d heard her given that his entire focus had been zeroed onto that single palm pressed against his shoulder, how he could feel the warmth of her skin through the thin linen of his shirt.

“I…no problem, Lady…It’s no problem at all.” Elain smiled at him softly, but her hand stayed where it was.

Lucien wondered if she felt it too. The electricity that was flowing through his blood. The bond that seemed to glow from between his ribs, buzzing with contentment at their contact. He wondered if she felt the squeeze in her chest – the possibility that this wasn’t just a bond at all.

Suddenly, voices from the hall erupted into life. Brash singing, and a cackling laugh that startled Elain enough for her hand to lift from his shoulder, before she slowly pulled it back in her lap. Lucien was dangerously close to running into the hall and carrying both his friends back out into the garden and dumping them in the flower beds.

He’d had two stolen moments with Elain today, and the secret seemed to lie in their solidarity from the rest of the world. Sighing Lucien leaned back on his hands.

“It seems that Jurian and Vassa have made it home.”

Tag List:

@ladyelain @chloepereyra @exiledelain @bow-dawn

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rainbow-paints-for-after-colony · 2 years ago

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HAPPY PRIDE!

Happy Pride month everyone!

If you used May to create things for the event, you may now post them! If you've waited until now to start the creative process, that's fine (I myself have nothing prepared at all, because what fun would that be? That adds to the challenge!), because you have the next thirty (30) days to create and post!

For a refresher...

What We Accept

Fanfiction and fanart

One shots, multichaptered/WIP pieces; individual pieces, comics, pieces that combined tell a story

both SFW and NSFW (up to M rating)

Written works must be a minimum of 100 words (drabble length).

We're restricted when it comes to ratings, allowing General Audiences (G) thru Mature (M). Explicit (18+) content is not allowed this time around. We're using AO3's rating system, which you can find here: https://archiveofourown.org/tos#IV.K.

If there's still some confusion on what any of those mean, think of the ESRB or the movies rating systems and the criteria for each of the respective ratings.

And if still in doubt, just ask and we can take a look.

Works must have a rating. (The Archive treats anything without a rating ["Unrated"] as if they were rated Explicit regardless of actual content.)

Anything that requires a warning must be warned for, which includes any applicable content and trigger warnings.

Tags to use!

For Tumblr: gw pride 2k22, let's paint after colony rainbow, gundam wing, and of course whatever other tags you need to add (pairings, warnings, etc.)

For AO3, use whatever tags you need/want to.

We also have a collection you can add your works to (either as you post, or you can add them at the end), found here: https://archiveofourown.org/collections/gw_pride_2k22

Have you chosen a theme yet? If not, please do! Here are the themes in case you forgot (or don't feel like navigating to the appropriate pages):

🤐 ERASURE & SILENCE 🤫

[we will not be erased or silenced]

This theme is all about visibility and being loud, out, and proud of who you are despite all of the challenges the world throws your way. It’s about fighting back. Do not go out like the night. Do not go out without a fight. Do not let anyone silence you. Do not let anyone erase you.

🗺 JOURNEYS & SELF DISCOVERY

[i’m not straight. now what? who am i?]

This theme is about a character’s queer journey. Maybe they’re just realising they love the same sex. Maybe they’ve discovered they’re trans. Whatever the character’s discovery, they’re sailing in waters they’ve never been in before, and they don’t have a map. They don’t know who to go to, what questions to ask, or if anyone can even relate. Whatever the journey, whatever the discovery, let us take dock the boat and uncover things with them.

❤🧡💛💚 LOVE & RELATIONSHIPS 💙💜🤎🖤

[love is without limits or boundaries.]

Self-explanatory. Celebrate the relationships, the friendships, the queerplatonic. What defines a deep emotional (and sometimes physical) bond with someone? Let’s dive into those waters–they’re endless and without a bottom.

You can choose one, two, or all three! It's up to you, really.

In the wise words of Bob Ross...happy painting, and god bless, my friends. Let's paint After Colony rainbow!

#gw pride 2k22 #gundam wing #let's paint after colony rainbow

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dotsayers · 3 years ago

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20 Questions: Writer’s Edition

tagged by the beloved @myrmidryad

this is a LONG one so here’s a cut to avoid do you love the colour of the sky syndrome

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

101 after a recent purge... no one may know about my Past

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

329004! used to be about 350k but again... purge

3. How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

on ao3 i’ve written for (chronologically) doctor who, skyfall, discworld, les mis, star trek, lord peter wimsey, marvel (various), in the flesh, red vs blue, roosterteeth rpf, check please, hockey rpf, star wars, daredevil, rivers of london, dishonored, emmerdale, dirk gently, holby city, hot fuzz, kj charles, guardian, the covert captain, taskmaster rpf, good omens, ghosts, roswell new mexico, leverage, schitt’s creek, the magicians, 9-1-1, it chapter two, the magnus archives, the old guard, the mandalorian, the ritual, the locked tomb

way back on the pit of voles i wrote for twilight, harry potter, hetalia and xmen first class. and on the newsround chatrooms i wrote exclusively harry potter fic about my oc neville and luna’s daughter

as you can tell i am not prone to staying in one fandom writing wise, i tend to end up with one complete fic and seven abandoned wips concealed deep in my google drive

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

finally see what it means to be living (captain marvel, carol/maria, i really hit the zeitgeist with this one i think i was something like the fifth fic in the ship tag)

do whatever you think (the magnus archives, this series is actually #2-7, then #8 #9 and #11 for me so i’m going to cheat a bit)

standing in a world of my own (daredevil, matt/foggy/karen, another zeitgeist hit! really miss writing for daredevil actually... it’s a perennial fave)

a winding road that stretches towards the truth (iron man, tony/rhodey, i STILL don’t know when this got so many kudos. i swear i looked away when it was at 100 and suddenly it ended up here)

where the long shadows grow (star trek aos, kirk prime/spock prime, thank god some people are checking the prime kirkspock tag is all i’m saying!)

5. What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

i don’t really Do angsty endings... possibly a blanket of stars just because i ended it on something of a cliffhanger and then completely zoned out of rnm for long enough that i forgot where i was going with it. there was definitely the intention of fixing things but then i just... did not do that. and now the show is on s3 and i’m over a season behind! life comes at you fast

6. What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

where the long shadows grow, because it reunited kirk prime and spock prime and they DESERVE TO BE HAPPYYYY. i’m a complete sucker for presumed dead/back from the dead stories, actually, so on a similar theme i have two (TWO) daredevil fics which follow the trope, one about ray coming back post-s2 (might never be normal again) and one about foggy and matt reuniting post-endgame (in the corner, taking up space). this is the only time i will ever acknowledge endgame ever again

7. Do you write crossovers? If so, what is the craziest one you’ve written?

i do write crossovers! in fact i am often roundly mocked by my friends for the increasingly esoteric nature of my crossovers. way back in secondary i wrote a twilight/labyrinth crossover where angela was sarah and jareth’s daughter because i had a massive crush on a girl who liked both twilight and labyrinth. however, since that has been comprehensively scrubbed from the internet, i think my craziest crossover is probably part three of ‘traced upon the skies’, already an esoteric crossover of rivers of london and hot fuzz, when i added in a crossover with the horror movie ‘the ritual’ just because i wanted rafe spall’s character to be happy

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

EXTREMELY rarely and only with extreme embarrassment. i will not be any more specific than that

9. Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

i used to really struggle with doing this, to the point that i had over 300 comments just. lingering in my inbox unanswered. so i decided to give those up and just commit to answering them from then on, which has been working fairly well for about a year and a half now. i love getting comments but i get overwhelmed really easily and struggle with replying in a way which feels meaningful without getting in my head about it!

10. Have you ever received hate on a fic?

yes lmao it was for a harry potter fic on ff.net where harry got sorted into hufflepuff instead of gryffindor. it wasn’t a very good fic but i think the fact it was clearly written by an 11 year old should have scared off at least some of the less flattering comments.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

i don’t... think so? i don’t know how i’d find out to be honest, my vanity googling is rarely very effective

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

yes! as bronze may be much beautified (skyfall, mallory/bond) got translated into chinese, i was extremely pleased. i think it’s mandarin but the ao3 page for the translation doesn’t say and my mandarin is.................. extremely poor

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

also yes! me and jess little-smartass have written a lot together, although only our star trek/les mis series has been published, more’s the pity. we spent a lot of les mis fandom time workshopping aus and we were always extremely correct about all of it, imo

14. What’s your all time favourite ship to write for?

oh god. i think probably kirk/spock, although there’s some recency bias to that since i reread space manhattans recently and was reminded of my love for them. i really like writing jon/martin but i’ve mostly done that from outsider pov which is a bit different to writing shipfic, i think. joe/nicky from tog was also something i really liked writing but i struggle with plotting longer fic with them

15. What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

i recently went through my abandoned fic folder so i actually have a few options for this. the obvious choice would be ‘any of the hockey ones’ but i did delete most of those just for my sanity. more recently i started writing a vaguely smutty pre-the thing mac/fuchs fic for alex @milkdrinker5000 which i really WANT to finish but am struggling with. most obscure answer (even beyond the thing) and most likely to remain unfinished is the insanely in depth post-tog booker/copley fic i had planned out back in about october. i wrote a good 6-7k of that one and then i realised it was going to be, like, difficult, and decided if i was going to put that much work into something it may as well be the novel im meant to be writing

16. What are your writing strengths?

once a friend told me i had an excellent facility for dialogue and ive thought about it every time i write ever since. i love writing dialogue and i think i’m good at knowing what sounds ic and what is right out.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

one of the things i struggled with for a really long time, and honestly still have trouble with, is depicting action in words. once i wrote a hockey fic which featured multiple hockey games and i spent probably four times as much effort editing those to make sense and be interesting that i’ve ever done on a talkier scene.

18. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

i’ve done it but only when i knew more or less what i was talking about - i did italian at school so i felt confident using it for nicky in something particular and real. i try not to italicise when i drop in words from other languages, which is what i usually do when i’m using a language i haven’t studied in depth (for example, joe’s use of arabic in some of my fic), and to only use words which i’ve heard used by native speakers in that context. i think if you don’t feel confident using another language, generally speaking, you shouldn’t do it. and for god’s sake don’t use google translate for a full sentence

19. What was the first fandom you wrote for?

harry potter on the newsround chatboards. ariana lovegood-longbottom my sweet child

20. What’s your favourite fic you’ve written?

this used to be an easy question because hands down the fic i was proudest of on posting it was i’ll be seeing you. i spent a year and a half on research and writing! but these days i do cringe a little at my hockey fic, and i think i’m prouder of some of my shorter works. let’s do a curveball and say layer on layer, down on down, which is my favourite of my rnm fics and the one i like most from a narrative voice perspective. getting michael right was stressful and i’m still proud i got it down for a TIME LOOP FIC, my absolute favourite trope

tagging @little-smartass and @leescoresbies just in case they want to try this

#gin i can't BELIEVE you wrote for xiaolin showdown. iconic #text post tag #tagged in #writing tag

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superalphabatman · 4 years ago

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The ‘I’m 100 pages into the Superbat tag on AO3′ Rec List Pt1

for @robin-jasontodd

A Game of Misunderstandings - JustGettingby

Things were going well for Bruce until some hot-shot reporter learns his identity. Now, he'll have to do what he can to keep his secret quiet. Even if that means joining the game of blackmail that Clark Kent started.

A Name He’ll Earn - dippkip

When the gods of Krypton uncover a plot to lay waste to humanity, a champion is chosen to rally the people and defend the mortal realm. However, the solution sits ill with Kal-El, who feels it would be more helpful to offer direct aid. Disguising himself as a mortal, he descends from Krypton to fight alongside this champion, but finds he must contend with more amorous distractions than he anticipated. This king of Gotham is a legend in the making, indeed.

As We Grow - butterflyslinky

Clark Kent is a farmer deep in debt to Lex Luthor.

Bruce Wayne is a billionaire with seven children and no luck in love.

But their families have a scheme to get them together and hopefully make life a little bit better.

Causality - whiteroses77

A tragedy befalls the Earth, and Superman decides he needs to do something about it, but he needs Batman to fulfil that wish. But how will their efforts affect Clark and Bruce’s lives?

Conviction - whiteroses77

Batman volunteers for a mission to find something that has been lost. It will take him to an unfamiliar and formidable place. Will it be worth it when he finds something that makes him question himself?

Everyone Knew Eventually - SoraHoshi

It took a little indirect help from a couple of embarrassing incidents, his ex, and his best friend’s son.

failsafe - lesbianchrispine (Sher_locked_up)

They’re each other’s kill switch; but, like, in a totally romantic way.

fallin’ for him was like fallin’ from grace - Resacon1990

“But Bruce isn’t gay?” Clark points out, and there’s an awkward moment of everyone clearing their throats and avoiding Clark’s eyes until he turns to stare at Bruce. “Are you?”

Bruce blinks for a moment before offering a sheepish smile. “I’m not... not?” he offers, and Clark feels his brain just about short-circuit at the news.

Or, five times Clark finds himself falling for Bruce, and the one time he does something about it

Forfeit - whiteroses77

Superman and Batman have to deal with the consequences when they have a really bad day after the JLA have a showdown. But will Clark and Bruce manage to salvage some happiness from someone else’s mistake.

grasp his heart (once and for all) - liodain

Bruce Wayne doesn’t believe in fate.

Helpless - sofia_gigante

When a near-death experience brings Superman’s desire for Batman out into the open, a dark and surreal relationship grows between the two heroes. However, when Clark’s obsession with Batman’s identity collides with Bruce’s trust issues, their games come to a bitter end. Months later, Clark is distracted from his heartbreak by the assignment of a lifetime—an interview with billionaire philanthropist Bruce Wayne. Unaware of their shared past—or secret identities—Clark and Bruce's mutual attraction grows into a fledgling relationship. Faced with the potential for something real, they both must decide if they can still live double lives—or if the cost of secrecy will be too high to pay.

In every sense of the word - bobafiend

Superman could not find it in himself to get along with Batman. Every conversation between the two was an argument, and not even Wonder Woman could force the two to make peace.

At least everything was going well at work. Bruce Wayne had recently bought the Daily Planet, and Clark was finding himself rather taken with the man.

Alternatively titled "Why Wonder Woman is on the verge of losing her fucking mind."

Incurable - susiecarter

Clark comes back a little bit wrong—or maybe more than a little bit. He poses a danger to anybody close to him, in more than one way. There's only one person he can think of who's learned enough about Kryptonian biology to help him and isn't currently in prison; and Wayne owes him, anyway. At least he won't have to feel guilty about lashing out anymore, if he's doing it at the guy who tried to kill him.

Except "lashing out" doesn't really cover it, after a while—and maybe Wayne's in over his head just as far as Clark is.

Infection - rebooting

Rather than being killed by Doomsday, Clark is badly wounded, and infected with kryptonite that has been corrupted via Doomsday's blood. In the aftermath of the fight, with nobody realising the extent of the damage, Clark and Bruce attempt to build something like a working friendship, with Bruce shrugging off the alterations in Clark's behaviour as post- traumatic reaction from having been nearly killed, until Clark, who has been giving in to urges to take what he really wants regardless of the cost to other people, decides to take something he's been wanting since the fight: Batman.

Like a Steel Trap - missigma

A young Bruce Wayne travels to Metropolis to try to gather more information about a mysterious new hero, Superman. After his first attempt—questioning reporter Clark Kent in his hotel room—proves fruitless, he returns to his original plan to meet the man himself. Long aware of a kidnapping plot, Bruce allows himself to be taken captive in hopes that Superman will rescue him. While Superman does make an appearance, nothing else goes according to plan.

Like Hand and Glove - megamindful

Bruce Wayne doesn’t have a soulmate. He’s been bare-wristed all his life. Chosen by fate to be alone... but fate never planned on Clark Kent.

Loss of Time - Lopithecus

"Let's listen to Flash, you said. I'm sure it'll be fine, you said." Batman's teeth are starting to clench. "Flash knows what he's talking about, it'll be easy and done with before you know it, you said." He's glaring and clenching his jaw so hard that Clark is almost afraid he's going to break his teeth. "Does this seem easy to you Superman, because it certainly doesn't to me?"

After a mission gone wrong, Bruce is left in a state that Clark really has no idea what to do with. Clark struggles to take care of his friend while battling his feelings for him along with trying to keep him safe from people who want to hurt him.

#superbat #superbat rec list #my rec list #wf #the fact that tumblr crashed #and didnt post this the first time #to erika #this just gonna be all the fics ive seen you these past months #the covid reading list lmao

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nvrhere · 2 months ago

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my favorite sterek fics are the ones where Derek becomes a deputy and works with Stiles’ dad and they become this mini family unit of crime fighters. like sheriff stilinski just wants to support his son and be in his life and that means adopting his grumpy wolfy boyfriend and if looking out for his new family means Derek joins the local police department

,,, well ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ we get steamy gun scenes and breakfast with organic pancakes fluff

#sterek #sterek fanfiction #teen wolf #stiles stilinski #derek hale #i’m like 100 pages deep into this tag on ao3

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thegirlwholied · 3 years ago

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fic writer interview game

(though I go such long spans between updates 'fic writer' is a generous description... look, I may not have glorious purpose but I have glorious excuses)

& thanks @aurorawest for the tag 💕

name: Cara

(...not sure how many of you out there know this actually- except those of you who know me IRL! - as while I love my name I rarely reference it here & do enjoy that a certain corner of the internet knows me as lyin)

fandoms: I am a dabbler, a renaissance fan, a reader-of-all-trades (master of none!)- I'm all over the place; if I like something I check the Tumblr tag; if I reblog it I have probably at least stalked the AO3 page to see what folks are up to (I am in my own little fandom corner- but kitty-corner to many avenues!).

two-shots: the closest I've come to a two-shot I wound up putting up as a one-shot instead (or we could count my one fic that only has 2 chapters, but in my head it has more)

most popular multi-chapter fic: I had to check but my guess was right, it is Glass of Water, & you know, imho the one thing ol' fan fic dot net still has going for it over AO3 is its cool statistics - I don't know who you are, 50-100 people from all over the world reading till the last chapter every month on FF Dot Net even now, but much love!

actual worst part of writing: making myself sit down & get going. When I really get going - I forget to stop, I forget to eat, I don't hear people talking or music (when I toured the Louisa May Alcott house they described her writing like this and I related so much), I go for hours upon hours without meaning to and then I stop and - tend to stay stopped too long. I'm not good at the 'write everyday' process; I'm best at it when traveling, when I'd settle in at a coffee shop or location (or on a plane!), write some, & have to move on, but, uh, global pandemic put a cramp in that. I know it has to be on the page to count but I really, really do a lot of my writing in my head first. Most of my fics, if you've read one, are first drafts, straight up. They just got rewritten in my head & half-started notes & beginning scenes until I finally sat down and the whole thing came out at once feeling right. Or half comes out in one burst and the rest in another burst however much later. Typically I'd adjust a few typos & post. This is by no means writing advice! It'd be bad writing advice! But just how I operate. I've tried other ways but I've learned over years that my work's better when I accomodate/work around my natural creative process rather than trying to change it. (Also deadlines. I'm so good at delivering on hard deadlines; I am weak with soft deadlines.)

how you choose your titles: as this is a fic specific 'interview', how I title fics is very different than my og fiction. Most commonly: song lyric (...actually I did title my og fiction grad school thesis after a song lyric too; i may not hear/play much music while I write but I sure think about writing while listening to it), canon reference that is typically One Dramatic Word, poem/quote references with a heavy lean on Yeats.

do you outine?: not for fan fics, but I have a general shape in my head of 'this chapter where this happens' - if I have an unfinished fic with expected number of chapters, those are pretty accurately predictions; I have at least a big picture of what happens in each chapter. & probably some of the conversations, sometimes even already jotted-down dialogue. A written outline? Not so much (my original novel did have a list of chapters with notes to keep it straight but they looked like "Chapter Thirty-Seven: epilogueeeeeeee denoumenttttttttt job" - direct quote down to the # of t's, there)

Ideas you probably won't get around to, but wouldn't it be nice?: I still convince myself I will finish All the Things! but uh some have gone wayside yeah. One I really thought would be cool & know is blowing in the wind was this Buffy fic (yes, A Fic Not Appearing On My Actual Fic Profiles) which was a *whole* Big Concept thing even though I thought I could do it in 5 chapters. ...And then I didn't.

spicy tangential opinion: not that spicy but the fanon/canon gulf is often wide & deep for certain characters in particular &🎶I'm frightened by those who don't see it🎶. really, a character’s fanon version at times may be more fun (though more often it softens character's edges amd I like edges) but... with *certain characters in particular* it feels like that distinction’s been weirdly lost. Also, random, but probably because,my formative years were fan fic dot net, not livejournal, I always feel odd when my AO3 replies to comments (instead of reviews) are a) public and b) add to the comment count. AND I tend to wind up in a loop of 'wouldn't this person rather I spent this time working on an update' where I just... never reply which seems counter to the expected AO3-cultural norm these days, so I feel guilty? Despite the guilt I just reply to so many emails for a living (3 inboxes just for work, plus then my personal email & texts!)... so for the record my default approach is 'I appreciate all comments SO SO MUCH & do read them all but please message me on Tumblr instead if you want a response".

These opinions are 'pumpkin spice' levels of spice, not exactly cayenne here, but hey I think I achieved tangential

callouts @ me: I always think I will get there faster than I do - this is true when I am driving places too! My friends expect me to be late even though I don't expect me to be late!- so I have been known to, let's say, overpromise on update speed. (I meant to do my work today, goes a favorite poem that always applies @ me) (Time between 2011 and 2021 feels especially timey-wimey and oh no 🎶well, I guess this is growing up 🎶).

(also @ me: overly fond of parenthesis.)

& definitely some people-pleasing tendencies that spill over into, not so much my writing itself, but how I feel about it.

best writing traits: detail, dialogue, ...deaths? Lol but really. My favorite thing as a reader is when writing make you laugh & cry so those are my favorite compliments as a writer. Humor/angst: always my fic genre. Even my closest-to-fix-it fics are labeled 'somebody lives' not 'everybody lives'. ...and I need to update them (dammit)

tagging: ...this is way too long to tag, aka inflict directly upon, anyone else, except @aurorawest who asked for it 😂

#about me #tag games

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gusu-emilu · 3 years ago

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thanks @curiosity-killed for the tag for this fic writer meme!

tagging @lady-of-the-lotus @eldritch-elrics @qi-ling if y'all are interested

How many works do you have on AO3?

18!

What’s your total AO3 word count?

162,313 - This is basically all from 2021. I'm very proud of myself! I don't think even my entire original fic wordcount could add up to this. Look what MDZS did to me...

How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

3: basically just MDZS/CQL, but I have one Sleuth of Ming Dynasty fic and one MDZS/TGCF crossover

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

sometimes I forget (200) - This fic is very special to me (first completed multichap, Chengning) so I'm happy to see it as the first. I think my writing abilities have grown since then, but I'm still very satisfied with the story.

seven nights to turn (195) - My other Chengning multichap, close behind! This is my personal favorite so I'm thrilled by the reception it got. I loved digging deep into JC and WN's emotions in this fic.

thermal scheming (192) - Fluffy Sangcheng oneshot, one of my older fics. I'm honestly shocked it did this well!

follow your arrow (115)

To Sit Outside Your Door (99)

I did not realize that 4/5 of these would be Chengning but I guess I should've expected it lol

Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

Every single one! I love getting author replies when I comment on fics, so I do the same for comments I receive. I'm really grateful for readers and want to tell them that.

A lot of times I don't know what to say besides "thank you" and a keysmash and some emojis...but if I see an opportunity to slip in a short ramble about my fic I'll take it :D

What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

Hm...I do write some angst but never really end with angst. Maybe Writing Out Days (sad Burial Mounds Wen siblings) but that fic is less than 1k so it's not like much happened to be wrapped up with an "ending", per se. The ending of sometimes I forget is kinda angsty, but then the little bonus chapter after it is pure fluff...idk man...

Do you write crossovers? If so, what is the craziest one you’ve written?

I would say no, because I'm not interested in writing or reading crossovers, and yet I impulse-wrote a MDZS/TGCF fic where Sandu's sword spirit meets Hua Cheng 🤷

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

I got visited by the Xiyao troll once! It was a magical experience. The best part is that LXC and JGY had said hello, once, and the comment wasn't even on that chapter. I hadn't even gotten to the background Xiyao yet (and never will bc that fic is 100% abandoned)

Do you write smut? if so what kind?

Kind of! I'll occasionally include non-explicit sex. Little ace me can only handle so much 😅 I only have one fic with actual smut (seven nights to turn) and even then it's...idk. Not that detailed? My beta had to tell me several times to describe JC's body. If I do write smut, I inevitably focus on the emotions much more.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I don't think so! Somebody please tell me if it happens lol

Have you ever had a fic translated?

No, but I did attempt to translate one of my short oneshots into Mandarin for fun. I think I made it halfway through?

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Nope!

What’s your all time favorite ship?

Chengning! Specifically post-canon. They have so much history to work with! I like the ship for the parallels, the way they have to confront both each other and themselves, the hurt/comfort, the fact that it's my two favorite characters...

What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

1) Wen Ning's POV during WWX's second life - what the Ghost General does when no one's looking. Basically a character study with some side adventures and introspection.

2) A post-canon case fic thing involving Nightless City mostly focusing on JC's relationships with WWX and JL. Maybe WN too. But it would be so much work and despite the idea sitting in my head for a few months and a few pages written, I still don't have the plot straightened out.

What are your writing strengths?

Well. Um?? Going based on comments I've gotten, I can sometimes effectively evoke emotion! And some people enjoy my sense of humor.

What are your writing weaknesses?

I sometimes struggle to make my vision clear, especially when explaining what characters are thinking/feeling or if I have some unnecessary meta that I'm determined to put into the fic. I'm also not the best at planning lengthy plots (or committing to them).

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

I basically only read fic for Chinese novels/dramas, and I enjoy seeing original-language terms used (titles, genre-specific words, foods, etc.). Not sure how I'd feel about other fandoms because I haven't encountered that in a fic yet.

AO3 has a cool feature that lets you hover over a block of text on desktop (tap on mobile) and it reveals the translation. I've used it before. I feel like this is a good option unless the fandom would be familiar with the dialogue in another language.

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

MDZS/CQL!

We are not counting the "original story" I wrote in middle school that was basically The Outsiders with different names

What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

seven nights to turn!

#emilu talks #ask game #long post

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vix-x-x · 4 years ago

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Klaroline Fic Rec - Day Eight: Quick-Fire Questions

1. Who are your favorite KC writers? I’m rushing as I head out to work, but when I come back I’ll edit and add my favourite work from them all. I’m 100% sure I’ve missed someone I love (so sorry!!!) but here are some of them - @cupcakemolotov - sooooo much incred content, like 200+ works and they’re all gold. @itsnotacrimetoloveyou - I could spend all day rereading their AO3 page, just a ton of amazing pieces. @candycolamorgan - so goooooood, especially the oneshots! I LOVE the smutty ones, and a few are unlisted to make sure to check their main AO3 page. @lalainajanes - you neeeeed to read through their KC works, they are expertly written, well planned and excecuted marvellously. I’ve reread so many, they are really amazing. @bellemorte180 - does an AU like no one else. Seriously magical. @galvanizedfriend - long or short form, one of the best KC writers of all time. @supremeuppityone - everything they write is awesome, and I’ve spent days going through the 130+ oneshots. There is literally something for everyone in there. @klarolineagainnaturally - I’m slowly but surely working my way through their AO3 page and I’ve yet to be disappointed. Every work is a killer, long or short, completed or WIP. @honestgrins - one of the best drabble writers in the fandom imo, but their long stuff is AMAZING too. So much wonderful content, and their ability to imagine scenarios is unparalleled.

2. Who’s your favorite KC smut writer? @eliliyah - you get me on a visceral level. You write the smut I wish I had the brain to write. Next level.

3. A fic that you have read more than once. Sacred New Beginnings by @itsnotacrimetoloveyou - it’s a Harry Potter arranged marriage AU. It’s sweet and fluffy.

4. A feel-good fic that never fails to make you smile.  The Sound of Settling by @galvanizedfriend - it’s a coffee shop AU, and usually I wouldn’t read that kind of thing but this is soooooo good. The plot is masterful.

5. A fic that has made you cry. Everything Everything by @anyaparadox - oh my god, this is so raw and I loved everything. It has a happy ending, so don’t be put off reading it! Caroline and Klaus wake up in an alternative universe where they’re both married, human and trying to conceive.

6. A fix-it fic that has made you feel vindicated.

N/A

7. A fic that has made your romantic heart scream. Bored of Games by @klarolineagainnaturally - it’s a short smutty piece where everyone thinks Caroline and Klaus hate each other, but they’re hooking up in secret. I love ittttttttt.

8. Your favorite drabble writer? @honestgrins writes the most wonderful little shorts - the kind that make you go oh my god this can’t be the end.

9. What was the story that made you fall in love KC fanfiction? Cut to the Bone by Angelikah - if they have Tumblr, please feel free to tag ‘em! So this might not have been the first one which did, but it certainly reinforced the love. Klaus in this is so conniving and dark, I stan.

10. A fic you love and wish more people would read. Worst Things Have Happened by @galvanizedfriend please see yesterday’s review for more detail on this, but READ THIS FIC.

11. A fic that isn’t your regular cup of tea for whatever reason but that you love anyway. Her New Skin by @klarolineagainnaturally - look, I don’t do angst, but I’m hooked on this rival family AU and it’s only two chapters deep! It’s wonderful!

12. A multichapter you wish would be updated NOW! Dragon Dust by @cupcakemolotov - I’m not big on dragons either, but this is so great. It’s only one chapter right now, but definitely worth a read. Caroline is a thief and in order to safe her friend, she has to steal from a dragon. She doesn’t have time to work out why her skin shimmers when they touch... It’s so awesome and intriguing. This Fic Rec event was SO FUN. I found a ton of awesome new works to read and hope you’ll check out some of the above authors - they’re awesome. Thanks again to @klaroline-events for organising.

#KCFicRecEvent #kcfanfiction

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writingwell · 5 years ago

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Writing Tag Game

Tagged by @bamboo72498

AO3 name: I’ve never posted on AO3. I lurk. FF.net is chezchuckles; X-Files Gossamer was RocketMan

Fandoms: The X-Files (1994-2001); Castle (since I wrote a tumblr thing just this year, I guess that’s still current)

Tropes: My favorite thing to do with a trope is twist it up and make it work in a way you don’t see coming. So I wrote a bunch of stuff to see if I could do it: character has amnesia, first date interrupted by a murder, classic bad guys return, stuck in an elevator, etc.

Number of fics: jeez, Idk, let me go find out. 300 as RocketMan, 273 as chez on ffnet

Fic I spent the most time on: uh... I can’t think of... I guess the Spy Castle series? Because that has morphed into a thousand different kinds of things.

Fic I spent the least time on: three words prompts on tumblr usually took about three to five minutes (and shoutout to @castleficpromoter for collecting those in one place)

Longest Fic: ung let me check. it says Dash It All at 268,088 words.

Shortest Fic: the Next Moment at 490 words. (But these tumblr prompts would be shorter).

Most hits/kudos/comment threads/bookmarks: 100 Days of Summer, cowritten with Sandiane Carter. :D

Total word count: yeah ain’t no way i’m getting out my calculator

Favorite fic I wrote: I think Advent is my favorite, though it’s tied with Dash. Those two created whole worlds not just for me but for the people who replied to me about them. Advent was a chapter a day during the Christmas season, back before that was a thing, and it had an associated playlist. The challenge of writing/posting every day was fun for me. With Dash, that was my first attempt to write 100 chapters in one story, just to see if it could be done. And then I did it three more times in that series.

Fic you want to rewrite/expand on: Yeah no. None of them. I can’t go back. I did rewrite Dash, the first 100 chapter one, in an attempt to create an original work, which I put up on Amazon. That was a BEAST and I will never do that again. So hard. Lol.

Share a bit of a WIP or a story idea you’re planning on:

from Spy Army Trauma document 7, page 148 of 200

Castle stared up at the trees that bordered the back yard, the high, thin limbs tossing in a wind that didn’t even touch the earth.

“I feel the spin of the earth,” she whispered.

“Yeah,” he answered. Let the breath fill his lungs again and release, giving space for her next answer, space for her to be.

He never waited. He always filled the silence, like it was necessary to have words, sounds, noise. He never seemed able to wait.

If he waited long enough, she would answer.

Her fingers twitched in his. “I feel your heart beating.”

He pressed his thumb to her wrist’s pulse point, reinforcing the thump.

She was doing the breathing; he could feel her chest rise and fall in the deep breaths he’d taught her.

Maybe she was right; maybe this wasn’t much more than the meditation training Dr King kept trying to get her to do. Maybe the things he’d been taught were akin to therapy, but twisted, as his father had twisted everything.

“I feel… like crying,” she whispered.

I tag @daphnebeauty

#writer tag game #fanfiction writer #fan fiction writer #more stuff than I knew #castle fanfiction

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orangeflavoryawp · 5 years ago

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Tagged by @amymel86, @fedonciadale and @mycrazyfangirl21 Oh my gosh, the love is real. <3

Tagging @sonderlust45, @ladyalice101, @riptidemonzarc, @frominfinitieswithin, @tacitwhisky, @a-time-for-wolvess, @sailorshadzter, @foofyschmoofer, @yourlocalpriestess, @goddesstiera,and anyone else who wants to have a go!

Ao3 name: orangeflavor

Fandoms: Alright, I’m going to stick just with the ones I’ve written for, though there are many I haven’t dabbled in yet but actively consider writing for. So currently, Game of Thrones, Mass, Effect, Dragon Age, Naruto, X-Men, Harry Potter, Record of Lodoss War, Sailor Moon, Star Trek- Deep Space Nine.

Number of fics: On Ao3? 82. But I have more elsewhere. Somewhere, lol.

Fic you spent the most time on: Oh, definitely ‘Secret Burdens’, my Storm/Wolverine X-Men fic from years ago. That baby was my first disastrous attempt at longfic, and it took me almost seven years to finish.

Fic you spent the least time on: I mean, this is a boring answer, but any one of my many 100 word drabbles probably? I’m not sure, the majority of my work is one-shots, so it’s anyone’s guess on that, considering I tend to finish one-scene one-shots in a single sitting.

Longest fic: ‘Sheparding Men’ at 92.391 words in the Mass Effect fandom, though unfinished. And it looks like ‘From Instep to Heel’ will be overtaking that by the time it’s done.

Shortest fic: Aside from my 100 word drabbles and other drabble collections, my shortest stand-alone published fic is ‘Take Root’ at 743 words, from the Mass Effect fandom. One of the faves actually, even still.

Most hits: ‘From Instep to Heel’ at 16.614

Most kudos: ‘From Instep to Heel’ at 945 (what the heck, I’m still reeling)

Most comment threads: ‘From Instep to Heel’ at 337 (y’all, I’m crying)

Fave fic you wrote: Oh god, we’re going there? Damn, okay, um, I’m gonna list two then. One that always comes to mind is ‘Reckoned from One Midnight to the Next’, a two-part poetic prose piece exploring grief and healing. Mass Effect fandom. Shepard/Kaidan. Some of my favorite passages/language that I’ve used, especially since I write original poetry. It was a way to meld my two loves, and honestly, this piece sticks with me even years later.

The second one would have to be ‘A Violence Done Most Kindly’. Game of Thrones fandom. Jon/Sansa. It was my first successful longfic (and when I say ‘successful’ I don’t mean by reader reception, I mean I actually finished it and followed a semi-coherent plot, lol). I was super proud of all the plotlines and thematic pieces I was able to tie together, all the meaning I was able to give to narratives that never got fully explored or finished in the show. And it was a take I hadn’t seen done before, so I was proud of that. The story holds a lot of meaning for me, and it was also a way for me to explore the Jonsa community even deeper, which was hugely impactful, and another reason why this story is considered my fave.

Fic you want to rewrite/expand on: There’s three actually - all unfinished WIPs that I still have lots of ideas for, but have since wondered from the fandoms and thus, the mindset, to be able to finish them properly. The first being a Harry Potter fic from years ago, called ‘This Isn’t Me’. Hermione/Draco, post-war, PTSD exploration. I still think about it a lot.

The second one is ‘Sheparding Men’. Mass Effect fandom, with Shepard/Kaidan, Shepard/Thane, and Shepard/Garrus all explored to differing degrees. But that one takes a lot out of me, since that Shepard is so dark and emotionally damaged, and it spans the length of all three games. I love her to pieces, but man is it emotionally exhaustive to wade through her shit and get it to the page.

The third one is my baby ‘Rocks and Shoals’. Also Mass Effect fandom. Kolyat/Oriana. One of my dearest pieces. I have so much in mind for them, and I want to finish their story so bad, but this is another one that takes it out of me emotionally. Why do I always get myself into these post-war, PTSD-riddled, haunting, survival-themed type of stories? It’s my niche, I guess, I don’t know. But yeah, Kolyat and Ori are my babies, my little shitheads. I think of them often.

Share a bit of your WIP or share a story idea that you’re planning:

From the upcoming chapter of ‘From Instep to Heel’:

She sighs again, this time sharper, a tug at her lungs, eyes roving over the city. “Jon is...” She bites her lip, keeps her gaze resolutely from her brother.

Robb runs his free hand through his hair, brow drown down in concern. “Not the prince you imagined?”

She glances to him, watches the way the blaring sun glints like fire off his hair. That blood-red hair. “Is any of this like we imagined?” she asks softly.

Robb purses his lips, looking ahead as they walk.

Sansa thrums her fingers along his arm in thought, gaze returning to the city beneath them. “He is, perhaps, inelegant at times, but I feel he has – " She stops, tries to find the words, huffs over their inadequacy. “I think he is a man of deep feeling.”

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Okay, that was kind of interesting to go through all those questions. Thanks so much for the tags, guys! The Jonsa fam has truly shown me love. I am unworthy, lol.

Keep writing, fam! Much love. <3

#writing meme #about me #writing #my writing #fanfiction

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cockbiteproductions · 4 years ago

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all prime numbers in the Misc section and all multiples of 10 in the other sections

we shall go backwards as the question list was posted backwards...... (and also why i rbed it.... why is it backwards? i dont know but i love it. edit: now that ive seen question 1 it looks to me like one of those forum profile copy pastes where you fill out the entire thing and put it in your profile.)

200: My crush’s name is: hmm...... well. i would rather not say!!!! they could see this post!!!!!!! and we do not want that happening.......

190: My 1st job was: lifeguard in the summer after 9th or 10th grade i think? it was decently fun. i grew up swimming competitively so the swimming part was a breeze. the remembering what to do if someone is drowning part? a bit harder. memory bad. what to do if someone has a potential broken spine/head injury when they’re in deep water? i don’t know bud. but it involves 3 whole people to get them out. 2 in the water, one person at all times holding their head in line with the rest of their body, the other one strapping them to the board (these two people in the water switch off, too) and then one person standing on the side of the pool looking very concerned. also don’t tell anyone but sometimes if i had like a 6 am shift i would get really groggy and almost fall asleep on the stand.

180: Marriage is: whatever people make of it but unfortunately bogged down with like a lot of societal expectations. to me it just sounds like hanging with your “best” friend until you die but a lot of other people interpret it differently.

170: What did you do yesterday? LOL wouldn’t it be nice if i remembered. wait no i do remember. i woke up “early” and watched a dnd livestream and struggled through buffering from my shit wifi. then i took a nap. then i had a chipotle burrito that was way too spicy. and i played a lot of minecraft. and i wrote a bit. and i also did like another 2-3 pages of the codecademy html intro course im working on.

160: Soul mates: nope. [taylor mason voice] i don’t believe in the concept of a soul. you are compatible with some people more than others and that’s based on your values and interests and personality. nothing Soul about it. it’s fun in fanfic and fiction though, but that’s because it’s fiction.

150: Blondes or Brunettes: brunettes..... i like brown hair! but blonde is nice too.

140: Mac or PC: clown face emoji. mac. It’s A Unix System. more convenient for me. my current mac is a giant piece of shit though. though i think that’s my own fault for keeping all my old files from my old mac. shoulda started over. i think i might try to get this one factory reset or something.

130: Wal-Mart or Target: idk walmart. i go there a lot during college. walmart just has a larger selection. i used to go to target a lot as a kid though because my mom liked it more. i think it’s like slightly more bougie?

120: Gay Marriage: fuckin go for it pals. sad that it took as long as it did to become legal.

110: My Neighbors: they are nice i think. the ones to the right are teachers or something. the ones to the left are.... idk. their kids were like maybe 5 years older than me and my brother when we were growing up though and sometimes they would indulge in us tiny annoying kids and hang with us

100: Cried in front of someone: when the finale of the clone wars came out a few months ago and i was sobbing and i ran into the living room to tell my roommate and friend that i was sobbing. i was sobbing. i also recorded myself watching the entire eps and i Sure Was Sobbing.

90: Texted: actual sms text, yesterday in response to a friend who texted me a tik tok. instant messaging like 20 minutes ago to milo. i havent responded yet because im answering this and i cant multitask for shit.

89: Who makes you laugh the most: me obviously. i think i’m fucking hilarious. me aside, @redvsblue is the funniest person on this planet. also my friend holly irl who shares my incredibly dumb sense of humor. also you!

83: The most difficult thing to do is: hmm........ in general or for me personally? idk..... a lot? i am not a very courageous person. so i guess being brave.

79: First time you had a crush: >:( not appreciating this line of questioning that lines up with the prime numbers/mult of 10. i will not be saying as they ALSO follow me on tumblr. though they don’t use it often. shout out to middle school.......

73: Tomorrow: hopefully wake up around 1 pm at the latest. make a plum smoothie. play some more minecraft and get more netherite (new update slaps). do more coding tutorials. get some writing done. the same ol same ol.

71: Next Summer: hopefully i will have a job lined up for the fall and the pandemic is Over. i would like to just [do nothing] for the last summer Ever before job starts. if i don’t have a job then it’s Job Hunting Time.

67: The person that makes me cry the most is: what the fuck...... like in a bad way? good way? cry of laughter? sadness? me, probably. my own damn brain be like “well it’s time to think about Yourself and be sad!” i know. very narcissistic of me. also dave filoni (director, producer, writer on clone wars).

61: My Car: not really mine. i just use it. beige 201? toyota camery. my brother tried to convince my dad he needed it more than i did last school year. my brother, who lived on campus in boston and flies to school from nc when he goes there, needs the car more than me, who lived off campus and drove to and from school to get back to nc, thinks he needed the car more than me. what a guy.

59: The movie I cried at was: last movie huh......... when was the last time i saw a movie? idk probably the rise of skywalker when leia died. i don’t know. i sure as hell didn’t cry at cats.

53: How do you like your steak cooked: i am vegetarian.

47: Who’s your best friend: @worthyghouls i guess. but also concept of “best friend” is so weird. No Best Friends. just lots of people i am good friends with. feels weird to all my other friends to pick One of them and be like “well i like you more than everyone else” :)

43: Do you have a 5 year plan: only in the vaguest vaguest vaguest sense. i would like to graduate with my bs degree. i would like to live in a city (doesn’t have to be a super big one. where im at rn is fine). i would like to have my first or second job i feel comfortable doing related to the degree i am getting. i would like to live in my own apartment (with roommates)/not with my parents. i would like to not be rent burdened. i would like my roommate to know how to take care of a cat or be okay with helping me learn how to take care of one. i would like to have a cat with said roommate. and that’s about it tbh. not very ambitious, i know. i just want a simple life......

41: Have you pre-named your children: bold of you to assume i will have children. no. if i ended up with child it would be like that tag on ao3 called “accidental baby acquisition” and i would name it on the spot.

30: Actress: hmm..... lauren marcus. lauren lopez. does fiona nova count if she’s going to be in rvb zero? also lindsay jones. aubrey plaza. idk. not many actresses i follow from project to project. it’s more i will see them in something and appreciate them in that role immensely.

20: Holiday: halloween is pretty chill. just getting candy from strangers? dope. scary aesthetic? amazing. i also like christmas just for the sole fact that i get time off from [life].

10: Restaurant: a favorite restaurant??? who has one of those???? i sure don’t. and i’m not gonna say something cringey like olive garden or mcdonalds. i simply do not have one.

#not rt #teresa answers stuff #tyty for sending in #soph with the primes as always...#nothingunrealistic1

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