#if you saw me accidentally post a draft of a different ask post... no you didn't. coming soon LMAO

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plssss more mrbig!patrick bradshaw!reader omdggggg

Accidentally wrote 2.5k words for this so here you go!!! (mdni, smut under the cut) anon I hope u like this bc tbh I’ve been working and reworking it in my drafts for so long idek if I like it anymore LOL <3 enjoy!

It was a chilly afternoon in New York City. Unfortunately for you, you were newly single. You and Patrick had called it quits —or, you had finally gotten some self respect— and you were finally coming out of the boo-hoo crying stage. You still missed him, of course, but at the advice of your girl friends, the best way to get over someone is to get under someone.

Luckily for you, you happened upon an eligible bachelor completely unintentionally. It was rather unlucky for your shoes, though. As you strolled the streets on Manhattan, finally out of your post-Patrick slump, your heel completely snapped. Oh, great. To your surprise, though, a handsome passerby caught you right as you lost your balance.

“Woah there, you okay?” You heard him before you saw him, stunned by the whole ordeal. You were in the well-tailored-suit-jacketed arms of a tall mystery man. When you finally looked up, you were met with a charming little side smirk on his handsome features.

Collecting yourself, and your broken heel from the ground, you distanced yourself from him (if only a little bit) and smiled. “Uh, yeah, yeah, I’m okay. Thank you, uh… this usually doesn’t happen to me,” you joked, holding up the remnants of the shoe.

“Well I’m glad I was here to catch you, Cinderella,” the man replied coolly, though an ever so subtle blush crossed his face as he looked you over. “I’m Art. Art Donaldson.”

You introduced yourself to him briefly before coming back to the reality of the situation, realizing you were still 4 blocks from your apartment and now down to one shoe. “Well, I guess I better go. I’ll want to get home as soon as possible before the other shoe breaks,” you attempt to joke. Despite your annoyance about your shoe, you smile, charmed by Art. “Thanks for catching me.” And with that, you start to walk away. But not before he calls out to you.

“Hey, wait up,” he says as he catches up with you. “I’m not just going to let you walk home with one shoe, what kind of guy would I be? Let me get you a cab,” he moves for the end of the street to hail a cab. What a gentleman…

“That’s really not necessary, I’m only four blocks away, I can manage.” But he shakes his head. He won’t hear it. As a bright yellow taxi pulls over, Art moves to open the door for you. Before stepping into the vehicle, you turn to him, the door the only thing separating you two. “Would you wanna come with me? I mean, just to make sure I get home safe, of course.” Clearly you had ulterior motives, but he didn’t seem to mind.

“Oh, good idea. I’ve got to be sure, otherwise I’ll be lying awake at night wondering if that woman with the broken shoe ever made it home…” he teases before following you into the cab.

The ride is quiet but tense. There’s an undeniable attraction between the two of you, that’s for sure. But you can’t help but wonder if you’re really over Patrick…

All thoughts of Patrick, though, go out the window when you make it to your apartment and ask if he’d want to come up for a drink. Normally, you wouldn’t ask a guy you’d just met to come up, but he was cute and you weren’t kind of desperate. To nobody’s surprise, no drinks are drank that night.

Being with Art was different than Patrick. You barely knew the guy, so it felt so loose and free. And he was much more tender than Patrick had ever been, which was surprising for what you assumed would end up a one night stand.

Once you two had stripped and made it to your bed, he started kissing your neck, moving down to your collar bones, and then your chest, taking time to focus on the sensitive skin of your breasts. After spending some time circling your nipple with his tongue and placing warm, wet kissing across your chest, he moved lower, looking up at you for confirmation. He wore a dopey sort of look on his face, completely entranced by you.

“Please,” he murmured muffled as he kissed your thighs. “Please, let me make you feel good. It’s the least I can do…” He seemed so needy, who would you be to deny him of what he needed. You entangled your fingers in his hair, bringing him closer into your heat. He began licking and sucking on your most sensitive spot, as if he was a man starved. “Mm, y’ taste good,” he mumbled. His big nose prodded at your entrance as he moved around, as if he were trying to map you out with his tongue.

Ensuring you were nice and wet, he slid a finger inside of you, then another, and then one more. As he pumped them in and out, he focused his mouth again on your most sensitive spot. You were a mess, moaning and tugging on his hair and white-knuckling the sheets. Very soon, it was too much to handle. “A- Art- oh- Art, I’m gonna… oh my god, yes,” your words tangled together, not making any real sense, but he knew what you meant. Your legs were practically shaking around him.

He pulled away for a quick moment to urge you on. “Cum for me, please, ‘wanna make you cum.” And just like that, you were coming undone, writhing as he continued lapping away at you, the feeling overwhelming. When he pulled his fingers out of you, he made sure you watched him lick them clean. Yeah, this was exactly what you needed.

And just as you suspected, it had only been a one time thing. Art was kind enough to get you off and ask nothing in return and you were kind enough to let him sleep over for the night, he said because he was tired but you suspected by the way he nuzzled into you because he wanted the sweetness of it all. It had been three days since then, now, and you were working away at yet another piece for your column when your phone rang.

When you answer, unsure of who it could be, you were surprised to hear Patrick’s voice. What was more surprising, though, was his angry tone of voice.

“Patrick,” you asked into the receiver.

“So you break up with me and now you’re sleeping with my buddies? What kind of game are you playing,” he huffs through the phone. You had no clue what he was talking about.

“Slow down, what do you think I did?” You were shocked, confused, and honestly a bit upset that he would even accuse you of purposely doing such a thing. You weren’t that crazy.

“I don’t think, I know. Art told me all about the amazing woman he slept with the other night. That’s a new low, y’know?” Oh.

“Wait, you know Art,” you question.

“Of course I know Art. We’ve only been friends my entire life.” He says this as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, and that drives you crazy.

“Well how was I supposed to know that? You don’t tell me anything. You never let me in. See, this is why I broke up with you.” At this point you’re pissed. How dare he call you accusing you of being some crazy ex when none of this would’ve happened if he was a better boyfriend in the first place. “And you also could’ve avoided this if you’d ever told your ‘closest friend in the world’ about the woman you were seeing for months,” you seethed back again.

“This is ridiculous, you clearly aren’t over me,” Patrick remarks nonchalantly.

“Not over you? I’m so over you I slept with someone else.”

“And was he as good as me?”

After that, you were quiet. You couldn’t deny that after Art had eaten you out, all you could think about was Patrick. You were thinking about how different it’d be with him and thinking about the witty little banter you two always exchanged as he held you —when he held you, that is. It may not have been perfect, but it was what you’d grown used to. And you missed it, even if you knew it was bad for you; knew he was bad for you.

At your lack of reply, you heard shuffling on the other end of the phone before Patrick’s rich voice came back again. “Come over in an hour if you want to see me.” And with that, he’d hung up. Well, now you had plans for the evening.

An hour later you were knocking on Patrick’s door, trying to ignore the thoughts of how your friends would chastise you later when you told them about this.

When the door opens, you’re surprised. He doesn’t look ‘rough’, he never could, always was much too put together, but he looked a lot more bothered than you had expected. “Get in here,” he urges as he pulls you inside. Before the door can even swing shut he’s all over you, grabbing at your ass while he kisses you messily. It’s almost like his own way of saying ‘I missed you.’

You’re pushed up against the wall, hands held above your head as he moves from your lips to your neck. You let out little gasps at the feeling of his hot kisses on your cool skin, making him chuckle darkly. He seemed so amused by how susceptible to him you were. Everything felt so confused for you; so wrong and yet so right. You could see through his tough guy act, see he was missing you and hurt that you had slept with Art, but you couldn’t bring yourself to talk to him about it, preferring his method of fucking it out. After all, whoever said make up sex was out of style?

So caught up in your swirling thoughts and lustful feelings, you were completely caught off guard when Patrick lifted you over his shoulder, carrying you to his bed. He wasn’t gentle, even giving your ass a light slap, but you didn’t mind. He tossed you down onto the bed, looking over you, face nearly unreadable. You couldn’t tell if in that moment he hated you or loved you, but what was certain was that he wanted you. “C’mon, strip for me,” he said with that same smug tone of his as he looked down at you. He was in a button up and his suit pants. And soon enough, you were completely exposed to him.

“Good girl,” he smirked. “Now, I think it’s only fair since you fucked my best friend, I remind you what you were missing while we were apart.” His big hand brushed your hair away from your face, tracing your jaw on the way down. You couldn’t help but notice his ‘while we were apart’… you were distracted now but were sure you’d dwell on it later, wondering if it implied you two were back together again.

You couldn’t think on it too much, though, because soon enough he was unbuckling his belt, the familiar clink of metal stirring something inside of you. God, something about him was just irresistible. He leaned over you, not breaking the harsh eye contact you two were sharing, as he teased his cock around your entrance. “Can I…” he trailed off, but he didn’t need to finish for you to know what he was asking.

Your eyebrows knit together, some sort of hopeless tone in your voice you whimpered out a “please” and just like that, he was pushing inside of you. It was like it had flipped a switch in him, though. Something about being with you again after weeks apart ignited something in him; something tender and honest, unlike this tough guy performance that he tried to hold together. He’d just halted once his full length was sheathed inside of you, looking at you, his gaze softening.

“Fuck, I missed you,” he whispers, as if it were a secret. You couldn’t even react to the surprisingly genuine sentiment because he then began to thrust into you at a steady pace, pulling nearly all the way out before sliding back in. You lost all concentration instantly. It was unlike any time with him before and it was even sexier than you’d ever imagined. He picked up the pace, one hand snaking down to rub your clit while he leaned in to place more kisses along your neck.

“Sorry I was a shitty boyfriend,” he mumbles into your skin, stifling a grunt behind that. He hits you with an especially deep thrust after that. You’re caught off guard, pulled from the lusty daze you’re in when he says that, and then lulled right back in by his skill. You never thought you’d hear him apologizing for that. He had put you through hell, kept you guessing, but in this moment, you almost can’t remember why you’d broken up with him in the first place. Especially not when he hits that spot just right.

You reach for his hair, pulling him away from your neck so you can see him again. You’re still breathing heavily and moaning beneath him and he smiles down at you like you’re his guardian angel or something. His strokes quicken yet again and soon you’re gripping the sheets beneath you like a vice. “God, I didn’t even know how much I missed you,” he pants out. He chuckles then. “Shit, I could feel you squeeze me when I said that. ‘Ya ike that?” There’s that classic cockiness again.

Even in these tender moments he was still Patrick. But you were starting not to mind that —mind him— all over again. He’d missed you. He’d actually missed you. You couldn’t just let that go. “Pat-“ you moan, trying to let him know you’re close. It’s hard to be coherent when he’s fucking your brains out without even trying.

“I know baby,” he smirks that same sweet, sly little smirk. “Let’s finish together, ‘kay?” He leans in to kiss you passionately, savoring your kiss as if it’s the last one he’ll ever get. In those final moments, his pace on your clit speeds up and you can feel him twitch inside of you. You’re practically gasping for air beneath him, overwhelmed by pleasure and need and maybe even love. Through shuttered breath he grunts “oh fuck, I’m gonna cum.” His gaze doesn’t leave yours as you both finish together, a symphony of gasps and moans leaving the both of you.

Afterwards, he wraps up in his expensive sheets with you, you two still tangled together in a mess of limbs and skin on skin. He rubs your shoulder, kissing your forehead before speaking. “I love you, y’know.”

You gasp, looking up at him surprised to which he just smiles and nods. “I just made love to you…” he kisses you again, chuckling absentmindedly. But he couldn’t just let sleeping dogs lay. “I bet Art couldn’t do that,” he tacks on quietly with a shit eating grin. And just like that, the two of you were back together!

[iloveyousomuchxoxoxo]

Hey there! I saw ya post and uh wondered if I could request Tom smut.

A one shot where reader and Tom sorta hate eachother but always have this sexual tension, and one day when the group was bored and decided to host a "party" (it was js them watching movies and not really paying attention to it with junk food and soft drinks)

After Edd n Matt go to bed Reader and Tom are left Drunk outta their minds, so yknow they decided to start insulting each other but Tom accidentally lets his real feelings slip and called Reader Hot or smth and they start uh doin the thingy yknow. Sorry if this is long

Fem reader if that's alright! Also I'm sorry if this is too specific but can reader also be around Tom's height? Thanks!

| " Hate and lust are so similar "

AUGH I LOVE THIS??? Sorry it took me so long to see this-- been without a monitor for a little while. Hope you like this! NSFW ;; MDNI !! Tom x FEM!Reader ( P in v, switch!Tom + Switch!Reader, degrading + praise, hate sex(? Maybe?), hair pulling, drunk sex ) okay so this has been ROTTING IN MY DRAFTS FOREVER,,,, and i dont have the motivation to continue it so im posting it as is, if people like it i'll probably finish it

Tom, with his weird black eyes, ugly brown hair, and a smile that made you weak in the knees with.. disgust. You hated him, really. Hated him so much. Though you didn't know much about Tord (you had moved in after the mysterious Norge left), you could understand why he supposedly hated him.

And Tom hated you, too! So it was justified.

"..Ugh, fine." You groaned at Matt, who was stood in front of you, bright eyes sparkling as he had been begging you to get out of your room to hangout with everyone. Including Tom. But, he had promised free drinks.

"Great!" Matt exclaimed, grabbing your hand and dragging you excitedly to the living room. Whoa, Matt and Edd had gone all out, huh? The table was filled to the brim with an assortment of snacks, and beverages, both alcoholic, and regular.

When your eyes settled on the familiar brunette, you felt a pang of annoyance hit you. To be honest, you had forgotten Tom would be here too.

"Oh, great," Tom's voice drawled out, "the local douche is here. Y'not gonna ruin this for all of us, right?" A sigh emerged from Edd, and Matt rolled his eyes. You weren't as amused as Tom seemed to be.

"I should be asking you that, fuckass," you countered in a huff, walking to the very opposite side of the couch and plopping down.

Despite the few quarrels between Tom and yourself, the night had been going surprisingly well! You and Tom had even agreed on something; choice of drink. Smirnoff. It was obvious, you two were clearly drunk off your asses.

"Shouldn't you.. slow down?" Matt offered meekly, brows furrowing. You scoffed loudly, flinging your arms up. "At least drink some water, Y/N!" he demanded, thrusting a bottle of water at you.

With some argument you took the water and downed around half of it. Then chased it with another shot. Matt, clearly frustrated, stormed off. He tended to get pissy when he wasn't listened to, after all. Edd called out to Matt, before following, leaving Tom and you alone. What would usually be your worst nightmare.

But tonight it seemed.. different.

"Ain't Matt such a buzz kill?" you asked Tom, laughing. A chuckle escaped the brit and he nodded, "Always and forever." The two of you cracked up in laughter.

Then, Tom's face turned sour, as if he had tasted something foul. "Shu-- shut up! Yer' laugh is so annoying." You were taken aback, your expression turning less than happy as well. "Excuse me?"

"You heard me, Y/N! Your voice is annoying, every'hing about you s'annoying!" He threw his arms up, as if to somehow make his point more convincing. "So I'm annoying? At least I don't look like a freak!"

The two of you shot back and fourth insults at each other.

"Well-- well YOU sound stupid, stuttering all the time!" You hissed, scowling at Tom, lips curled in a sneer. Did Tom tend to stutter? Not exactly, but sometimes when it was just you too, he'd slip up over his words.

"It's not my fault you're so hot!" He countered, before stopping, going bright red.

You weren't sure if it was the drinks getting to you, or the fact your heart skipped a beat when he had said that-- but you felt an odd feeling collecting at your core. "..You think m'hot?" You asked as carefully as you could.

Shamefully, Tom nodded.

With rather quick movements, you found yourself on Tom's lap, peering down at him expectantly. "Holy fuck-!" He gasped, hands instinctively flying out to grab hold of your waist. "Did you really mean it? Or-- or was it the.. y'know," you nodded towards the empty cans lying around.

A small huff escaped Tom, and he leaned forward, pressing his lips against yours. Deciding that, 'what the hell, I've already come this far', you immediately kissed back, your hands resting themselves on Tom's face. You felt the brit's teeth nip at your lower lip- silently asking for permisson.

You hummed against his lips, not opening your mouth in the slightest. This seemed to annoy him, and his hand snaked around to your back, sliding down ever so slowly. He squeezed hard on the plush of your ass and it caused your breath to hitch, a small gasp escaping you as your back arched.

Tom took the opportunity and shoved his tongue into your mouth, his hands letting up their tight grip on you slightly. After a bit of tongue wrestling, you eventually began to feel something poke at you from underneath.

When you pulled away from Tom, a small string of saliva connected your lips, and the sight made the thing poking you become harder. A grin spread across your face, and you rolled your hips ever so slightly. "Y-- Y/N!" Tom gasped, his hips bucking up slightly, thrusting against you.

Feigning innocence, you cocked your head to the side and raised an eyebrow. "What?" Tom whined as you continued to roll your hips on him, his hips rutting up for any sort of friction on his aching member. He didn't care what stimulation or friction it was-- he just needed something. Anything.

"Quit teasing me, fuckin' whore.." he murmured, clenching onto your ass tightly. You chuckled, shaking your head. "I dunno, your pretty mean to me-- a lot."

Typically you assumed you'd be disgusted at the idea of doing anything like this with Tom of all people.. but the way he looked up at you, his boner rubbing up against you, expression glazed with need, and lust; it made you want him, badly. Feeling your resolve buckle, you swiftly made to unzipping Tom's pants- an action that clearly surprised the drunk.

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On Mahabharat and the Agency of Women in the epic

If you saw me post the actual reply to this, no, you didn't. I'm so sorry, anon. I accidentally posted the unfinished draft. I will correct my mistake here. I am prefacing all the following words with: That's Just My Opinion, You're Allowed To Have Your Own Opinions.

There's a short answer and a long answer to this ask.

The short answer is: in my opinion, women didn't have a lot of agency. But they were still significant, in the sense that they are so central to the plot that the epic would not exist without the roles they play. If you take any one of them away, the story would be changed inexorably.

The long answer depends on what you would consider as "agency" and what version specifically you are thinking of.

I can talk about Sanskrit text that we have access to and is generally considered as the Original and True version(I don't agree with this and can go on a great big rant about this. In a different post, maybe.)

To lay the groundwork for my explanation, you have to remember how the current Sanskrit text came into being. Originally, the Mahabharat was part of the oral stories told by suta bards(who used to accompany kings into battles as their charioteers and after the battles, would recount the battle and tell glorified and embellished stories about it). It was only written down MUCH later(multiple centuries later) by some brahmins roughly around the time the Yajur Veda were being composed. The oral versions were only one quarter of the length of the written version. So during the writing portion we can assume they added a lot more stuff (which tracks because when you read it, you can clearly see the difference between the story plot beats and the brahminical morality propaganda bits) This context is important. Please keep this in mind.

The mahabharat is a historical document but not in the sense some people would have you believe. It's a document of SOCIAL history at the time it was composed.  It reflects the norms, laws and morality of the culture that they were composed and codified in.

As such, you have a story that is conflicted about how it feels about certain topics. Polyandry being one of them. It was probably a more common occurrence back in the ye old oral storytelling years. We see a lot of instances of women having multiple partners. And these instances are so intrinsically linked to the essence of the story that it's hard to get rid of them. Now we move forward to the time when it was being written down, where polyandry is frowned upon, if not outright forbidden, but you have the issue of Draupadi having five husbands being integral to the story. Hence, you have MULTIPLE attempts to reason it away. The incarnation reason, the five blessings reasons, the regenerating "virginity" etc. Those guys(the aforementioned Brahmin writers) were struggling to present her as a unique situation and make sure that we know that polyandry is NOT acceptable but in this one case, because of Special Divine Reasons, we have to let it slide.

Now we come to the "agency" part. That's a little more difficult because everyone has different mileage of what they consider to be as an active character.

What I can tell you is that we barely get any internality from the female characters in the Sanskrit text. There are a few scenes thrown in sporadically but they have an extreme case of "the writer doesn't view women as actual people". There's also the Stree Parva which, on paper, is all about the women and their grief after the war but even that sort of focuses all the attention on the men, both dead and alive(including their unborn male fetuses).

What matters when it comes to women, according to the epic, are their bodies. Both in the sexual and reproductive contexts. Women are always described by their external appearance(mostly their hips and thighs) and by extensions, their sexuality. (I've lost count of how many times a mysterious wind will strip a woman completely naked so that a bunch of men can stare at her or worse, EJACULATE upon seeing her. They even did that shit to Ganga and she's GANGA. Divine river goddesses are not immune to this shit trope.) Women will often be abducted for marriage and it's just considered as a kshatriya norm of the time. There are multiple instances of being compared to empty containers(bags or fields) for a man's seed(semen). And ironically, they consider the children as copies of the father alone and that there is nothing of the mother in the said children. (This obviously reflects how society at the time was obsessed with the patrilineal lines of succession to maintain patriarchy and control over land and wealth.)

Most of the rare instances of women having some power and agency in the epic come from these two contexts, i.e. having some control over the sexual access of men over their bodies OR having control over their children.

Women didn't typically have rights to succession to the land, wealth and property of their family. In fact, in Chitrangada's case, who does succeed the kingdom after her father this is considered a rare and unique case worthy of note.

This is not to say that the female characters of the Mahabharat aren't interesting or strong. I'm merely telling you how the Sanskrit text narrative treats these characters because of the writers' own biases and viewpoints.

Beyond the Sanskrit text, you have many other versions who will often expand upon the roles of the women. Some regional Mahabharats delete or add scenes according to their own norma. A lot of folk stories breathe life and dimensionality to these women by giving them more to say. Multiple famous plays over the year have given a more gentle and kind touch to the female characters of the cast of this epic.

In the modern contemporary context, everyone is obsessed with writing a feminist retelling(the success of just how feminist said retellings are is a different matter entirely).

If you do find any fault in how active the characters are, the blame often lies at the hand of the storyteller rather than the character themselves.

(P.S. Before anyone gets furious and starts typing an angry anon about how women were "considered goddesses and therefore it means that they had a lot of power", I want to remind everyone that deification often reduces the figure into an inhuman entity and isn't as far from objectification as you would like to think.)

-Mod S

[lovelykil]

I need a moment where thereader accidentally calls Kyle their girlfriend like, offhandedly and he's like "huh-" bcs it would be so cute and super funny, PLZ I LOVE MY GIRLFRIEND ‼️🗣️

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「 Girlfriend !!! 」

kyle x reader older ver.

cw; none

note; I'm posting my drafts 😭😭😭..

"Wendy why don't you just break up with him already? If he's being such a dra–"

"Noo, I love him you know that Y/n I just think he needs to talk more you know? Like to me.." Wendy leaned against her locker with a sigh, I closed mine shaking my head from having a different viewpoint on her situation.

"This is like the 5th time he's done this, you better figure out what's up, or else it's gonna keep dragging you along."

"Yeah I know, maybe I'll talk with him later today. This just kinda sucks." She leaned away from the locker and look at me. I put a hand on her shoulder, rubbing it with care.

"It's not your fault wends, guys are just stupid." I reassured, snickering after when she began to laugh with me.

"They so are, but aren't you with Kyle? Does he–"

"Okay now Kyle is different." I pulled my hand away to stuff them in my pockets. Wendy raised her eyebrow then crossed her arms.

"Didn't you just say guys suck?" She questioned, to which I shrugged lightly with goofy smile.

"I did but Kyle isn't like that he's not even my boyfriend."

"Girl what?" Wendy's arms unfolded but her confused expression remained on her face.

I was about to explain what I meant but saw my ginger walk side by side with Kenny, chuckling together as they made their way down the hallway about to pass me and Wendy.

"Ohh Kyle!" I raised my hand up for him to see, beaming a smile. He was a tall guy so wasn't hard for him to spot me, his head perked up from being called, he looked around confused until he saw me waving he immediately walked through the herd of students towards me, leaving Kenny behind though the blonde actually followed along.

"Oh hey Y/n" Kyle grabbed ahold of my hand then leaned in for a hug, smiling, I hugged him back leaning away just to kiss his cheek.

Wendy waited awkwardly by her locker really deciding if she should just ditch or not as me and him interacted with each other 'lovey dovey' like.

"Hii babyy" I held on to his arm, kissing his cheek once more before resting myself down to the floor.

"You know what I think I should.."

"Oh shit Wendy– I forgot." I turned my attention to Wendy, being thrown off.

"Sorry, anyway.."

"It's okay.. uhm what were you saying?" Wendy adjusted her backpack uncomfortably, her eyes landing back on me. Kyle looked at Wendy then at me.

"What were you guys talking about?"

"Like I said Kyle isn't my boyfriend.."

"I'm not?" He paused, and looked down at me obviously a little confused I tugged on his arm to make him lean down towards me.

"He's my girlfriend, like my pretty girl. He never does wrong. Isn't that right Kyle?" I put my hand on his cheek to make him look at me with a grin.

I've never seen him so confused.

"I'm so confused right now"

"Huh?"

"I don't know I've been calling him that for awhile, it just kinda rolls off the tongue you know? He's pretty and doesn't do anything wrong." I let go of his face to look back at Wendy.

"Ohh yeah okayy.. I'm gonna pretend that makes sense and go now." The girl in the hat awkwardly stepped back and left the scene, just leaving me, Kyle and.. oh yeah and Kenny.

"That doesn't make sense babe."

"Trust me it does, now head to class." I let go of his arm putting my hands back in my pockets. Kyle thought for a second, touching his cheek.

"Okay I guess, kiss goodbye though?" He asked, not questioning the conversation. I signaled him to come over to me and latched my hands to his face once more.

He put his hands on mine kissing me back with his cute smile before ending the kiss short when he heard the bell.

"Ohh shit the bell– okay I gotta go. See you later!" Kyle shouted, waving me a goodbye then went to quickly get to his class. I admired him from a distance sighing with a lovesick smile.

"He's so cute Kenny."

"Are you gay" I heard Kenny walk up from behind me. I turned around, giving him a look.

"What? No." We stared at each other for a second before I started to walk away for class, him tagging along beside me.

"Well.."

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✧ Honeymoon

sub! Janis ‘Imi’ike x dom! fem reader

Warnings: MDNI, smut. oral, fingering, toy use, slight degradation, spanking, orgasm denial, multiple orgasms(Janis receiving)

In which reader decides to have a little fun with Janis on their wedding night

Requested? Yes / No

Had to delete the og draft bc I accidentally posted it after barely starting it- again. Lmao, I’m sorry. Thank you for requesting babes <33

"y/n, what are you doing in there, baby?" Janis called out while she laid down in bed.

"Just a minute, babe." You respond. She shrugged, looking out the window of your ocean view hotel room. She loved the view, and she loved that she got the chance to get married at the place where she called home- Hawaii, where she’d spent the first five years of her life before her family relocated due to her Dad getting a job in Evanston. Finally getting to see her hometown and meet her family, you were just as thrilled. Well, with it being wedding night, you had a surprise for her.

Many people made assumptions about Janis based on what she was like in the public- protective, violent and definitely the top. No. When it came to that matter, she was completely under your control. She was so different, but then again…this side of her was all for you and you only. Janis was a big softie with you and totally a sub. When she saw you walk out of the bathroom with the strap on, you could swear that her eyes were about to fall out of their sockets. “Surprise.” You grinned excitedly. As you walked closer to her, she practically jumped onto you and hung on with her legs bracketing your sides.

“So clingy.” You kissed her back, holding her up by her thighs as you continued the short distance back to the bed. You plopped her down, and she was eagerly anticipating your next move. You swiftly removed everything she was wearing, leaving her fully naked and a little cold. You stood at the side of the mattress, hovering over her, watching her needy eyes. “What does my pretty girl want me to do tonight?” You ask, pressing a kiss to her lips and tracing her bare torso. Her eyes followed your finger once you broke away from the kiss.

“You don’t know, baby?” You ask, pushing a leg of hers up to get a clear view of her cunt. “Your body seems to be very clear though- you’re wet, babe. And I haven’t even done anything yet other than kiss you.” You laugh, hoisting her up in your arms and made your way to the bathroom. You sat her down on the countertop and began to attack her mouth, “What do you say we try something in the shower tonight?”

“I’m down.” She nodded, hand going to the back of your head to keep you from moving away. You reciprocated, tongue now invading her mouth expertly to explore each little crevice of her sweet little mouth, swallowing each and every one of her whimpers in the midst. Your free hand cups her ass, giving them a good squeeze every now and then. And every time you did, she whines, wanting more. Kiss after kiss came without a break- she barely had any time to tell you what she wanted. But even when you did let her speak, nothing came out from her mouth anyway- expect for tiny noises that indicated her desire and frustration. Janis’ legs then wrapped around you the more you kissed her, you lifted her up again to head into the shower, turning the warm water on. The shower head was aimed at an angle where the water directly hit her nipples, building up her arousal easily. You could see them hardening.

A sharp smack resounded through the small space when you spanked her on the ass and she moaned, so you kept doing it again and again until you could see the red marks before you soothed them with a massage. You slid your finger into her entrance from behind and she yelped in shock “Is that what you want, baby?” You ask, “Is that what you want? Does this feel good?”

That was that. Then came the shower, which Janis was absolutely miserable being so close yet so far from you.

After the two of you were done showering, you slipped a finger in again. “You like that?” You chuckle into her ear knowing that she would squirm. She nodded hurriedly, head thrown back already and resting on your shoulder. Fuck, she was already soaked. Spreading her lower lips just to tease her, you tilted her head so you were able to kiss her again. Reaching for the shower head, you took it off the holder on the wall and gave it to her after setting it to pulse. You didn’t tell her what to do with it, but she seemed to have figured it out quickly, “That’s right, baby. Keep that there so that it hits you in the clit.” You grinned, positioning yourself at her entrance. She had a hand against the wall for support right as you pushed the shaft into her. She whimpers. Damn it, that noise drives you crazy.

“Let me hear how loud you are, Janis. Let me hear how good I’m making you feel, yeah? Shouldn’t be too hard since you’ve been waiting for this all day…”

You grabbed her hips and pulled her onto the rest of the length and bloody hell, that low groan she let out was heavenly. As you bucked your hips to fuck her, she still wasn’t letting go and making the noises you wanted her to make. She was stopping herself, and you didn’t want that. “I said let me hear you, am I right?” You reminded her, your pace slowing down. Janis whined- very loudly, much to your delight. So you rammed into her to force the noises to emerge, “That’s it, baby girl. Keep letting me hear you moan for me.”

She obeyed, moan after moan as you pounded into her unendingly. You reached forward to turn the water off, and she damn near cried if it weren’t for you forcefully hitting her g-spot to shut her up. Now with both hands on the wall in front of her for support, you continued your task…savouring every single little bit of sound she was making because of you.

When you knew she was close, you pulled out, kneeling down to replace the silicone with your own mouth. She yells, cursing and swearing as you assaulted her cunt. Janis couldn’t keep still, her hips bucking against your face to get more for herself. You roughly grabbed her ass cheeks to keep her from moving, your tongue dipping into her tight hole.

“Oh, fuck me.” She panted, “Yes, yes, keep going y/n. Oh, shit. That feels so fucking good.” You responded with a particularly hard suck on her clit and she lets you hear the most obscene noise of the night so far. It sends a chill down your spine and a rush of heat between your legs. Each flick of your tongue became harsher and harsher the more she begged you, showing her no mercy until you feel her slick fill up your mouth. Even then you kept going, practically sucking her dry every time you felt the wetness. Still, it never stops flowing, like the sweetest all-you-can-eat dessert buffet you’ve ever tasted in your whole life. You drew out a second climax from her, and she started trembling. You didn’t stop, gripping onto her ass even tighter to push her over the edge for the third time. This time around, the strap goes back in- impaling her like there was no tomorrow. “Can you give me another one, baby? Can you come for me again, princess?” You intentionally slowed down while you asked, just to draw her peak out a teensy bit further.

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Her whimpers were almost pitiful as she tried to keep herself steady, “Y-yes, yes I can, mommy.” Smirking, you continued. “Tell me when you’re close, baby…” You ordered, then you saw her nod. You moved her over to the large mirror they had by the sink, bending her over. “Look at yourself, baby. Look how gorgeous you are all fucked out.” You tucked the wet hair behind her ear, pointing to the mirror, “Can you take any more of me, my love? What a needy little slut you’ve been.”

You knew those eyes…she wasn’t thinking of anything right now but the rising pleasure. Her mind was blank- almost programmable in a way. She listened to your orders: looking at herself on the mirror, moaning for you, whining for you. Anything. Anything to get to feel you make her feel good. The silicone shaft returns to its spot inside her with no resistance- you stayed there for awhile, not moving. Janis’ eyes screwed shut for a moment, feeling that ache throbbing in her clit. Her cunt clenched around the strap and she screamed, “I’m so close- y/n, I’m so close. I need to come, please, please, mommy. Please.” You heard her, but didn’t move yet. Wanting to enjoy that begging for a minute. Tears were glossing her big brown eyes, you sulked, “Don’t cry, beautiful. You’ve been such a good girl, you know that?” You hand caresses her ass as you spoke to her, bending forward to kiss her in the crook of her neck then bit down to mark her- she whines desperately. You licked the spot to soothe it, repeating the action several times until she begs again. You detached your lips from her neck and started to buck your hips steadily. Just enough to stimulate, but not enough to make her come. “Did you hear me, Janis?” You asked, fingers tracing ass and she squirms, moving herself so she could feel more. You grabbed her hips to stop her before you slapped her ass. “Answer me.” You demanded.

“I know, y/n. I hear you.” She finally manages to form that response.

“You wanna come?” You slowly increased your speed, “Use your words, love. Tell me you want to come, then you can.”

Janis’ mouth hung open as you suddenly rammed into her, she groans lowly, “I want to come. I want to come.” Your hand pulls her head up by her hair so she could see herself in the reflection while you made her unravel. “There we go…look at you, wasn’t too hard was it? Just had to use your words.” With her hands clasped together, she was holding herself up by resting her arms like that on the countertop, but her body was convulsing by the way you’d handled her.

“Oh, my fucking god.” She snivelled, then groaned, “Ugh. Shit.”

“Aw, poor thing. Did I already tire you out on our first night?” You bent down, brushed her hair away and kissed her cheek. She gave you no reaction, still busy catching her breath. You stayed with her of course, not wanting her to fall. Eventually, she stood back up after a couple of minutes. “Okay, do you want me to-” She gestures at you, “You know, return the favour? You kind did everything and I think it’s only fair if I-”

You disagree, “You rest tonight and I’ll take care of myself, but tomorrow…I’m all yours, sweet girl.”

[enid-rhees]

this was a request by @wh0reishslxtsstuff 🫶🏻🩷! i accidentally posted it instead of saving the draft, but worry not i remember what i wrote 😭 hope u enjoy bff 🩷 apologies for how short it is.

summary: you wake Enid up with oral (consensually)

warnings: smut, eating out. MINORS DNI.

a/n: hope you all enjoy! requests are back OPEN! if you’d like to request, read pinned for rules!

usually, you and Enid wake up at the same time every morning. after years of sleeping in the same bed with each, you’ve adapted to her schedule. but this morning was different.

the sky was barely lit, so you assumed it was still pretty early in the morning. so you turned back around to face Enid and closed your eyes again, hoping to go back to sleep.

but after tossing and turning for almost five minutes, you gave up on trying to sleep. you threw the blanket off if you, but it also uncovered part of Enid.

Enid wasn’t wearing shorts, or underwear for that matter. the sight brought you back to last night, and how Enid practically fucked you into the mattress.

you smirked at the memory. you were about to get up for a glass of water, but her words came back to you as well.

“you know, if you wake me up with your head between my thighs, i definitely wouldn’t complain.”

you thought about it for a moment, debating on wether it was too early to do it or not. but that thought was quickly subsided when she moved in her sleep, and she was now on full display for you. your mouth practically watered at the sight.

you took the blanket off her legs softly and spread them wide open. her folds spread open, showcasing her wet hole for you.

getting on your stomach, your face was now directly in front of her. you gently lapped at her wetness, testing the waters. Enid flinched, but didn’t wake.

you gently took hold of her thighs, pushing your tongue deeper into her. your tongue skillfully moved in and out of her. Enid flinched once more, and then quiet moans filled your ears.

you looked up, and saw that Enid was finally awake. she blinked slowly, not quite processing the situation yet.

“good morning, pretty girl.” you whispered. she turned to you, a weak smile making its way to your her lips, “good morning, baby. what are you doing?”

“waking you up with my head in between your thighs, like you mentioned last night.” you said, and went back into her, she gasped, hands gripping the bedsheets.

you attached your lips to her clit, reveling in her quiet whines and moans. “mhm, keep going.” Enid begged, grinding her hips up into your mouths. you licked a long stripe up, smirking into her at the way she moaned loudly.

“y/n, oh, y/n- i’m close,” she moaned, and the way she moaned your name went straight into your core. you thrusted your tongue into her again, bringing her closer to the edge.

you brought a finger up, now messily rubbing at her clit. her legs shook as her orgasm crashed onto her, a loud scream spilling from her lips.

she caught her breath as you placed light kisses in her inner thighs, sucking small marks into them. only for you to see.

“how was that, baby?” you asked softly, moving to lay beside her. there was still lust in her eyes as she looked over at you. “absolutely amazing. fuck.”

you chuckled, “i couldn’t fall back asleep. and i remembered what you told me last night… about waking you up like that.”

she laughed breathlessly, “i think that was the best thing i’ve ever said.” you laughed along, pressing a kiss to her head. “so, would you like that to be a regular occurrence?”

“mhm,” she nodded. “but i can’t leave you untouched like this, it’s unfair.” she hummed, making her way on top of you and tugging down your shorts.

[tarttygoodness]

20 Questions with a Fanfic Author

Saw this. Loved this. Let's do this!

1. How many works on AO3?

28 with 2 drafts ready for publishing and a further 5 well underway.

2. Total AO3 Word Count?

266,413 words

3. Top 5 Fics by Kudos

Pretty, Pretty Boy (WIP) Kudos: 590

Post S3. It's off-season and Roy has finally had his long-awaited knee surgery and Jamie has agreed to support him through his recovery and rehab. Roy has an interesting reaction to the strong painkillers he needs to take following his operation.

2. The (Painfully Slow) Education of Roy Kent (WIP) Kudos: 363

When Roy is asked to go and meet with Phoebe's new teacher over some concerns about her behaviour, he is sure this new guy is to blame. He heads to the school, determined to sort it out and get to the bottom of the problem. However, he realizes very quickly that he might like "the bottom" of this problem more than he should. As well as the rest of him.

3. Being a Good Fucking Football Coach by Roy Kent Kudos: 323

Jamie stumbles on Roy’s open laptop and realises Roy has started writing what appears to be a coaching manual. He starts reading it and realises many of his tips are pretty Tartt-related. He also learns a few other things too.

4. The Cruel Summer (WIP) Kudos: 315

Roy starts having sex dreams about Jamie and this begins to cause issues at work. This started out as an idea for a 12-ish chapter fic but it has gradually evolved into my very personal, very wordy love letter to Ted Lasso as a show, and two crazy idiot boys who really do belong together, even if the show hedged about making it canon. 

5. The World Was On Fire (WIP) Kudos: 257

When Ted Lasso gets in Roy's ear about putting aside his differences and making peace with Jamie for the good of the team, he probably meant for the boys to have a chat. But nothing is remotely normal between these two boys, and they end up a little side-tracked after Roy accidentally gets a glimpse of Jamie's underwear.

4. What fandoms do you write for?

Been writing on and off for decades. Only published on A03 in Ted Lasso, but I LOVE my AUs and I've done Ted Lasso crossovers with the Princess Diaries (current WIP) and done a Ted Lasso homage to A Christmas Carol. Got an AU crossover planned with Lucifer.

I also have published art in Buffy, Brokeback Mountain and Interview With A Vampire. I have also published original works - mainly from my university writing days.

5. Do you respond to comments?

I honestly do try but I'm ADHD and at times, I really struggle. But my god, do I love reading comments. So makes my day.

6. Angstiest Ending?

I'm mainly found swimming in the fluff and softness pool although I can't resist some good old-fashioned angst on the way to spice things up. However I do have a legitimate angsty ending planning for this WIP: The Sound of His Name

7. Fic with the Happiest Ending?

Is it bad to say that I have finished very few of my WIPs?? But I tend to aim for a happy ending regardless so these are happy:

Flame In My Heart (gift fic for Valentines Day)

The Reading Nook (collab with JigsawSaturday)

Tuesdays with Leslie

8. Do you get hate?

Thankfully no. My comments have all been from lovely folks.

9. Do you write smut?

Hell. Yes. It's rare that I don't write smut...lol. Not sure if I'm any good at it but I do love it all the same.

10. Do you write crossovers?

Yes, a Princess Diaries AU. And a crossover with Lucifer planned.

11. Ever had a fic stolen?

I'd say not.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

No

13. Have you ever cowritten a fic?

Collab, yes. Co-written, no.

14. All-time favorite ship?

I am a RoyJamie truther. But I have SUCH a soft spot for Jamie Tartt with Paddy O'Gara.

15. WIPs you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

No - I'm planning to finish them all.

16. Writing strengths?

Not sure? I think strengths are best described by others. I have a passion for writing and I think this is what sustains me on the days its hard to get words down.

17. Writing Weaknesses?

I can't be concise for shit. I babble like a fucking baby.

18. Thoughts on mixed language dialogue?

No opinions ?? I haven't encountered any so I don't know enough to comment.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

I was mad about horses when I was younger and I have a memory of writing a fiction story about The Man from Snowy River.

20. Favorite fic you’ve ever written?

I am so proud of a few that I've written that get almost no love at all on A03... lol. But I write for the love of the characters and a love of story-telling so it matters not. These are my 3 faves and I wouldn't change a word of them:

Tuesdays with Leslie

A (Richmond) Christmas Carol

The Ballad of Roy and Jamie - this one is the retelling of Ted Lasso as a Man from Snowy River-style ballad.

[phoenixyfriend]

141 Prompts (and a reference list of other prompt lists)

A mix of normal/standard AUs and a few Funky Ones. Send one or more characters and a prompt, and maybe you'll get a drabble!

I needed to break them up due to post limitations, but any one of these can theoretically be used for (almost) any other dynamic. The numbers do reset, though, so if you send one to a person, be sure to include either the section or the prompt!

Reminder: You send prompts to people in the ask box, not through replies.

ROMANTIC

Met at the Gym

Niche Academic Field AU

Food-based Small Business Owner and their New Regular

Author and Editor

Mystery Author and Serial Killer

Cosplayer and Creator of the series they're cosplaying from (author, actor, whatever)

Made out while in costume at a Halloween Party

Renaissance Playwright/Artist/Artisan/Creator and their Wealthy Patron

One Night Stand but the next morning you learn it's your CEO's kid

Bodyguard AU

Whoops I accidentally became a Sugar Baby

Whoops I accidentally fell in love with the sex worker I've been involved with (OnlyFans, exotic dancer, full-service, whatever)

Rich person pretends to be poor, secures a date with actual working-class person

Celebrity Romance

Con Artist and the person who saw through their grift

We each don't speak the other's language, but we both speak Klingon or Ancient Greek or Latin or something so we're making do

Sexy Repairman

Hot Single Parent and babysitter/nanny

Pilot and Flight Attendant

Model and Designer

Accidental Pregnancy

Fake Dating

Fake Married

Marriage of Convenience

Green Card Marriage

Arranged Marriage

Age Difference Marriage

Mistaken for Cheating

Casanova in Love

Only One Bed

The Perfect Student/Citizen and the one with a motorcycle and tattoos and piercings (and a heart of gold)

"My parents are out of town, you up?"

Just saw an ex at an event, started making out with the hottest person in arm's reach and now we're dating?

There's a ghost here and I'm going to date it

Assassins after the same target

Regency Romance

Late Victorian Dueling Detectives

Silent film stars

Alien and astronaut

Magical/Mundane

Reincarnation AU

Soulmate AU: Matching Marks

Soulmate AU: First Words

Soulmate AU: Timers

Vampire and Hunter

Demon and Angel

Eldritch Being and the person they are being SO normal about

Omegaverse, but it's not Alpha Male/Omega Male

Hallmark Film AU

Disney Princess Film AU

FAMILIAL

Accidental Baby Acquisition

Take your kid to work day

Promoted to Parent

Child coming out to the parents

Parent coming out to the kids

Overprotective older sibling

Overprotective parent

Overprotective kid/younger sibling

My ex had a kid without telling me, now they're dead and the kid I didn't know about came to me (AKA The Game Plan AU)

Just received custody of my nibling(s), because their parent/my sibling is dead/in jail/just got drafted/is otherwise busy

Adopted the Antichrist

Changeling Custody Battle

Death of a distant/estranged relative resulted in a Big Inheritance

Secret/Lost/Delayed Heir (Princess Diaries AU)

Military Brat

Bonding with the stepparent

Evil stepparent

Family Small Business (restaurant, dry cleaners, bookstore, library, etc)

Mom died and now dad's lost his mind and turned into a supervillain

Mom died and now we need to bring her back to life hashtag necromancy

A parent died and now the kids are following an Inherited Map From Generations Past to find some old treasure hidden behind a stupid number of riddles

That one kid at the reunion that greets everyone with flying tackles

Backyard gardening

Building flat pack furniture with The Kids

Taking a grandparent out from the nursing home to hang out for the day

Heirlooms for the wedding

PLATONIC/GENERIC

Accidentally texted the wrong number

Roommates accidentally adopt a cat

A friend needs to sleep on the couch

Trying to be polite about the terrible meal a loved one cooked

Planning a Baby Shower

Planning a Bachelor/ette Party

Wedding planner and client

(Consoling someone who was) Left at the Altar

(Consoling someone who was) Cheated on

Just won the lottery

Ascended to godhood

Emergency Room Meeting

Maid/Janitor/Cleaner who witnessed something illegal

Amnesia

Private Investigator

Vigilante and rescued victim

Need some help hiding the body

"I would kill for you. Please ask me to kill for you."

One bets the other to do some parkour

One begs the other to not do some parkour

Wingman

Lab Partners

Heist Team

Snowed in together/Hurricane Party/Other Weather Isolation

Custom Couturier

My best friend just got turned into a baby

My best friend just got turned into a pet

Just hit a stranger with my car oh my god please be okay why the FUCK do people have their brights on

Seeing your best friend's ex at an event and making a Scene about it

Just saw an ex at an event and started having a panic attack, and you pulled me aside to calm me down, are we best friends now?

Genderswap AU

Trans AU

Role Swap AU

Can't wear my glasses (lost, damaged, at a bath house where they'd fog up, whatever) and you need to lead me around

Karaoke Party

Someone on a horrible date needs an extraction

One just walked in on the other with an arm stuck in the vending machine that ate their money

SETTING

Social Media AU

Frat/Sorority Party

Met Gala

Library AU

Museum AU

Teachers AU

Reality Competition Show AU

Dance AU

Newspaper/Journalism AU

Winter Holiday

Summer Holiday

Road Trip AU

1950s Diner

Film Noir AU

Dropped Into the Real World

Historical War AU [Asker can specify]

Wingfic AU

Daemon AU

Robot/Android AU

Pirate AU

Everyone is some kind of monster

Zombie Apocalypse

Mermaid AU

Vampires and werewolves AU

Fairy Tale AU

Magical School AU

Time Travel

Time Loop

And here they are as individual sections if you'd rather have a shorter post to reblog:

50 Romance Prompts

26 Family Prompts

37 Platonic/Gen Prompts

28 Setting Prompts

If this list doesn't work for you... try one of these! I've got a lot of AUs in my tags, and a lot of the above was cherry-picked from existing lists.

(That said, a lot of the lists do riff off of each other; I'm not exactly going to cite every instance of a soulmate AU.)

It's broken up vaguely thematically, but mostly due to post limits wrt character count, link quantity, etc.

Big List of AUs

Fanfiction Trope MASH-UP

Fanfic Trope Meme - not actually a prompt meme, but could be used as one

GUESS WHO LOVES AUS - biggest list of AUs holy shit guys

Nearly 200 writing prompts

390 Prompts!!!!

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50 A Softer World Prompts

One Hundred Ways to Say ‘I Love You’

A (horribly cliched) au + a pairing

Arranged Marriage Prompts

Arranged Marriage Starters

Soulmate au prompts

Soulmate AU Masterlist (yes, a different one)

Just two besties who like to fool around with each other

Imagine your OTP- Things I’ve said to my SO

Fluff Meme: Cuddles Edition

Meet ugly

Have some AUs as if there aren’t enough on your dash already

Romance Tropes

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Dialogue Prompts

A SHIP AND A NUMBER

A ship and one of these

A pairing and a number

A pairing and a line of dialogue

"I love you" Dialogue Prompt List

A number and a pairing - Kisses

A pairing and a line of dialogue - Fluffy

A pairing and a line of dialogue - Angsty

Valentine's Day Starters

I Hate Valentine’s Day Starters

Dangerous Loyalty RP Starters

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Hurt/Comfort Prompts

Angst/Fluff Prompt List

Angsty otp AUs

Smut Sentence Starters (18+)

Nonsexual acts of Intimacy

Sharing A Bed Starters

Character(s) and a letter

Characters and a prompt

Two characters or more and a prompt

Mini prompt list

Writing Prompts

Writing Prompts (longer)

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Weird Words Prompt List

Friendship starter sentences!

Platonic/Friendship Sentence Starters

Protective Big Brother / Friend Starters

Ridiculous Sentence Prompts

sentence starters inspired by bdylanhollis on tiktok

bad idea starters

SILLY/CRACK STARTER SENTENCES

Dialogue Prompts

WRITING PROMPTS - Dialogue prompts

Drabble Challenge! - Dialogue prompts

Prompt List - Dialogue prompts

Four Word Prompts

Five word prompts

DRABBLE PROMPTS

Deep-Ass Starters

Offensive Sentence Starters

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Angst/Fluff Prompt List MVPs

Angst/Fluff Prompt List Part 4

Angst/Fluff Prompt List #7

Angst/Fluff Prompt List #9

Hurt/Comfort Dialogue Prompts

“Secretly we all love angst” Sentence Starters

Angsty Sentence Starters

Super Angsty Starters

Potential angst starters

Angst lines prompt

Unrequited love starters

Bittersweet reunion rp starters

Illness-Based rp Starters

Whump Dialogue Prompts Pt. 1

Whump Dialogue Prompts Pt. 2

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‘Mulan’ quote starters

'Buffy’ quote starters

'Inuyasha' quote starters

Deadpool (2016) Sentence Starters

Death of a Bachelor Starters

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Halloween prompts

Mermaid au sentence starters

Weird Humans Writing Prompts

Assassin AUs

Ninja/Assassin Sentence Starters

Villain or Hero Edition

Interaction Meme (more for art than writing)

30 DAY OCTP CHALLENGE

[ohchosen]

AUTHOR PORTRAIT ... get to know the author behind the blog! repost, don't reblog !

BASICS

NAME:        val AGE:         24 PRONOUNS:         she / they YEARS OF WRITING:          ok how specific are we talking. because i can say like circa 2010 i was on facebook writing bad twilight fanfiction + rp ( which then progressed into bad thg fanfiction ) or i can say elementary school and my little short stories i was always ad - libbing. regardless, it's definitely something i've had a knack for my whole life and it was literally just a matter of time before i found out about rp. and yes before you ask it was my personal facebook. when i was 11. that had all of my relatives added. yes they saw it. years writing on tumblr is different and i think i jumped ship and found out about tumblr rp around 2012 / 2013 and with that came my first formative decision which was to watch supernatural. you know where this is going. yes it was bad. no i'm not showing anyone.

REFLECTION

WHY DID YOU PICK UP WRITING?           i needed a hobby and had unrestricted internet access. i kind of answered this in the question before so jokes on me blah blah blah but without getting too personal i had a very difficult time in school with mental health and tumblr, known weird kid haven, was my little safe space where i could freely pursue what i enjoyed and was really my first venture into fandom spaces. i started in the supernatural rpc [ horror music ] and slowly meandered my way through book fandoms, to animanga, and finally settled on the video game community where i've been good and SAT for like six years now.

DO YOU HAVE ANY WRITING ROUTINES?          not necessarily. it's a miracle if i'm able to sit down long enough to open up my drafts and get going, but if i can lock in i'm all set. i find it hard to listen to music while writing because my brain cannot separate the two and i will accidentally start writing down the lyrics but i've never actually considered tuning into instrumentals so ,, thank you vos. writing that down............

WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE PART ABOUT WRITING?         stealing from vos in stealing answer solidarity but the rp community aspect. it can be awful and exhausting as some of us know good and well but it can also be incredible depending on who you surround yourself with. it's so validating finding people who share your little niche interest or even niche - er pairing ( hi vos ) and then to just completely devolve into sending memes and posts and screaming until 2 am in dms. i've met so many of my closest friends through rp, and stealing vos' answer again, but the characters i write who turn out the most developed are those who have been shared with friends. noctis would be nowhere near as fleshed out as he is if not for the people i met in the ff fandom all those years ago.

THREE THINGS YOU LIKE ABOUT YOUR WRITING.         oughhghh, um. i'm bad at taking compliments and even worse at complimenting myself so bare with me.

i've definitely grown a lot in terms of style and prose, and i'm actually pretty happy with what i'm able to spit out in terms of aesthetic styling as compared to even a few years ago. one of my biggest insecurities ( that still pops up here and again mind you ) was never being able to match length, and i was in the worst writers' block for a few years that i finally managed to escape out of around 2020 and now i can confidently say i'm writing more regularly than i ever have. so to answer the question: it has been my personal growth in my writing and it turning into something i can be confident in and proud of.

i really do enjoy the mundanity of editing my replies. i love to see the progress i make edit by edit and how cohesive and put together a piece of writing becomes the longer i work on it. i fully 100% devote myself to one reply at a time, which is a nightmare for quantity but sooooooo rewarding if it means i can put something out to the best of my ability and not stress myself out worrying about whatever else i owe. i am a self appointed slowpoke, and i've learned over the years to not let myself feel guilty about that because as long as it can become something i devote time on and put effort into, then it really shouldn't bother me how long it takes.

three things is too much to ask for lets all just walk away slowly.

A QUESTION FOR THE NEXT PERSON

HAVE  YOU  MADE  ANY  STRONG  CONNECTIONS  /  FRIENDS DURING YOUR TIME WRITING?          i'm pretty sure this question was intended for vos only but its way too late now and i've already written your accolades so you have to deal with it. this post is just going to be exceptionally long now.

vos @stagehunt my right hand man who has been with me for every gacha related poor financial decision. everything you said i'm literally sending right back to you. i knew no one in that fandom and was in way out of my depth before stumbling across you and your blog. i am so thankful we crossed paths and shoved our little barbie dolls together and said kiss because developing, and i mean really developing tomo would not have happened without your input. at this point you definitely deserve writing credits on him too because the way he turned out would be nowhere near the same if not for your influence. i've had a blast experiencing genshin's story with you and knowing without fail you'll be thinking the exact same thing whenever hyv fumbles the bag again, and yes. one day i GUESS i'll play more than 7 hours of hsr. luv u xoxo.

plum, @sherez, my love, my heart. it's crazy how fast the years have flown by and now all of a sudden i've known you since 2018??? i still remember seeing you from afar on ez and always being blown away by how much love and devotion you put into your characters. we are quite literally bonded for life after surviving the [ redacted ] rpc and i can't think of anyone better to come out beside than you. you can't get rid of me bitch!!!!!!!!! the amount of effort and care i've seen you throw into v, and how far she's come in terms of development blows me away. she is easily one of the best written characters i've ever had the pleasure of reading and i am so excited to keep following her growth. besides how freakishly talented you are, it's astonishing how much we have in common. bc who tf else would i be talking to about forgotten mcr lore in the year of our lord 2024. if no one got me, i know plum got me. booket....... booket for my sweety.......

lu @tactition its crazy how in the short little time we've spent together how much i've bonded with u. if i got down on one knee and pulled out a ring would u say yes.... my yaoi soulmate........ its INSANE how well our character Types (tm) mesh together, and i know karma is coming with its kiss for me when i finally download nier and have to atone for what i put u thru when i made you play final fantasy. please be gentle with me im delicate........... real talk tho.. you have so quickly become such an important person in my daily life and i literally feel myself go !!!! whenever i see a new dm from you because i know its always gonna be good. your character takes blow me away and even for myself who's nearly 7 years deep into the final fantasy scene, it amazes me how you still manage to shed light and new perspective on characters i've known for years. let’s kiss freaky style.

i've very much condensed my little bubble into people i actually want to surround myself with atp, and there's always a handful of mutuals on every blog that i don't necessarily talk to but who have been with me for years now so. sorry you can't leave or i'll become a danger to myself and others. kisses :*

WHERE DO YOU DRAW THE MOST INSPIRATION FROM? this is definitely a muse - specific question since it varies from character to character. with noctis specifically, it's mostly music. i have a few different playlists for him after writing him for so long, and while i can't listen while i write they all offer different types of mood setting for him. other times, its media involving fantasy tropes or characters that have similar struggles to him, off the top of my head ( and something i connected early on ) is the character u.enoyama r.itsuka from given. there's a lot i could say here regarding which aspects i took inspiration from but the majority was the similar personality he has to noctis, the internal thought process he offered when i read the manga, and the way he struggled with his sexuality that struck the loudest chord. don't quote me on any of that since i haven't been caught up with given for like 5 years now but !!!!! yeah the end.

NEW QUESTION: how do you relate to your character personally? are there any overt similarities to the two of you?

tagged by @stagehunt my lover..... tagging - @lunabrae @tactition @sherez

[lunadensmidnightprowl]

saw you were trying to do the ask game!

✒️you are hired to write/draw a new bttf comic, and it can be about whatever you want. what in the bttf universe would you want to expand on?

👀share a random headcanon you have about your favorite character!

💫if you have any bttf related wips, here's the oppurtunity to ramble about them!

YAAAAAAA THANK YOU!!

🖋️ - ultimately I’d want to make one about Marty adjusting to his “improved” family while George and Lorraine somehow discover he was Calvin Klein with the aftermath from that. Fixing the current IDW comics to stay more true to the characters we love in the movies or another adventure to a different time period would be a close second!

👀 - Marty and Jennifer are both tied for my favorite character so have a headcanon for each of them! Marty gets very into history post-time travel and he becomes a middle school US history teacher before his music rep blows up and hits rockstar status, he always scares his students with these niche tidbits he drops mid lecture: “in the old west, you can’t just walk into a saloon and ask for water” “back then the greatest source of energy possible were the 1.21 jigowatts of a lightning bolt” Jen is the queen of life hacks and at home fixes, you’d be amazed at her wizardry with a hair tie and some cooking oil, which is helpful since Marty’s pretty clumsy and she loves her dork. Later she becomes an attorney and also finds a passion in motivational speaking.

💫 - There’s 3 sitting in my drafts right now! The first one is my first attempt at a bttf fic called Atlas: A Tail of Time and is basically me rehashing the trilogy but giving Marty a dog sidekick lol. The second one was started not long after A:ATT (so over 3 years ago) and the only one that I actually went as far as posting the first chapter to AO3. It’s called See You Some Other Time and two more chapters of old writing sit on my bttf sideblog that have yet to end up on AO3. There is a known fact where I can’t get into a fandom without inserting a new or preexisting OC into it, the story follows Marty getting a time traveling partner in crime near the end of part 2 so I could expand on more adventures post trilogy and have an excuse to save the Delorean from being smashed. The last one is the only fic without an obvious OC and it’s called I’ve Lost My Mind, it’s completely inspired by a post I saw about Doc accidentally switching Marty and Einstein’s minds. Set after Doc has relocated his family to the 80s during the summertime, the plot is a week’s worth of shenanigans with Marty in a dog’s body and Einstein as a 5’4” ex-chicken along with Jennifer being awesome and the Brown family. Nothing for it is currently posted but there is a tag list for when I finally do release the first chapter!

Send me asks!

[halfmoth-halfman]

tumblr did not eat my ask thank you for replying to it! 🫣 tumblr has been eating my asks to other creators so i had to ask sorry mother!!!

i could ramble for ages about the representations of PTSD in other media. and i could ramble about your representation of it as well (IN A GOOD WAY!!!) for hours. if there was a sport to ramble about it??? i’d win gold

i’m not a psych student at university but i do a lot of research into mental health and trauma, partly because it’s that part of education i’m hoping to go into but because i think it’s so important that we get a better understanding, representation and perspective on it and also partly because i’ve been through the works with my own mental health and want to make it better for others.

Because of this I read a lot about representations of different things and all my praise for YOUR own rep of Canary’s trauma and ptsd comes from two places;; sentimental, as in, i see myself in canary. in her mannerisms post makarov torture, in her attitude, in her thoughts, in pretty much all of her ptsd i see so much of her in me when i was at the height of my own ptsd symptoms. where everything came to the surface because i couldn’t cope. but the other part of it comes from a factual point of view??? i read so much about different ways people present ptsd and not many people get it accurately as you have. maybe that’s because you’ve dealt with your own symptoms and seen ptsd like you said!! but it is truly really really breathtaking to see it so accurately.

and you are right about finding comfort in canary as she’s going through this!! because i do too 🥹 it’s healing. very healing.

my partner, he saw the aftermath of my peak of ptsd and he acted sort of how the 141 acted (without the guilt aksnsksm) and it helped ten times over. to see it presented in such a resonated way it’s so lovely mother mothie and i hope you know how emotional and amazing it is to see 🩷💐

NOW THAT LADIES AND GENTLEMAN WAS A RAMBLE

I TOLD YOU I COULD WIN GOLD

have a good weekend mother!!! cannot wait to read the finale!! i WILL be crying!! 💐

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tumblr may not have eaten your ask, but i def accidentally saved the reply to my drafts instead of posting it my bad 😭

i'd be happy to award you a gold medal in rambling about PTSD rep, it's honestly something i'm very interested in. and i think that's actually a really cool field of study to choose and to research and i think that's a very admirable goal of wanting a better understanding of mental health and trauma!!

tbh her trauma was always something that worried because i know trauma responses can be so different from person to person and she's supposed to be a reader character. a lot of it was based off of my own feelings/experiences so i was surprised (but glad) to see people were able to relate to her and that she didn't feel too flip-floppy if that makes sense??

the one thing i knew going in was that i wanted canary to absolutely have a happy ending no matter what. she was going to go through some shit, but she was going to heal from it and she was going to live her best life!! and it was very healing for me to be able to write that, to have a character that gets the help they need and works on healing with people who support them and i'm happy people were able to find that same sense with her!!

i feel like a lot of stories in media can end up brushing over the healing part of trauma, and in like movies esp (which i get can be because of time constraints) it can end up feeling like one kiss between the main couple or just one conversation is enough to get over so much trauma, and i wanted to make sure we at least saw canary go through her process and that her healing felt more real for me. like everything isn't instantly fixed and sometimes it's a struggle, but she gets there, y'know?

I LOVE AND APPRECIATE YOUR RAMBLE SO MUCH, YOU'RE WELCOME TO IT ANYTIME!!!!!!!!

[the-obnoxious-sibling]

10, 17 and 24 :)

thanks!! (the full list)

10. what is the longest amount of time you’ve let a draft rest before you finished it?

i am hopeful that the answer to this question will change someday (when i finally finish the nart fic i’ve been trying to write since might duy’s first appearance), but currently that prize goes to my clairestiel ficlet series, which i’ve been working on off and on since 2010. the series started out as “lol, small girl doing castiel things, he doesn’t realize it looks weird now bc why would he” but as the years went on i became more contemplative about Gender and also about claire’s position in all this; that said, the first draft for the most recent fic was basically done in 2013, when i finished the fic set immediately prior, so… seven and a half years, i guess is the answer.

17. talk about your writing and editing process

recently it’s been [think about the idea] [think about the idea] [think about the idea] from the day i receive the prompt to the week before the deadline, at which point i write the idea out in one sitting, leave it alone for two days, revisit and revise spag/turns of phrase, then ask someone to confirm it doesn’t suck. a little slapdash, but it gets the job done.

the reason i so rarely write longfic is because if i lose the momentum of that single burst of writing it’s hard to come back to a story, scene, etc. and keep the energy the way i imagined it. to work around this, for longer fics i’ll roughly outline the overall arc, identify the necessary scenes to make that happen, and try and tackle one scene at a time.

long fics need more editing too, to make sure i’m not repeating myself accidentally or undermining the intended overarching story. there’s nothing i find more frustrating as a reader then when the latest part of a wip has a Dramatic Reveal that i saw the same characters talk about casually two chapters prior. it really reveals a lack of care for your story. (if it’s been a long time between updates i sympathize, but you should refamiliarize yourself with the posted work before adding new material!)

24. how do you recharge when you’re not feeling creative?

bold of you to assume i recharge. there’s been a lot of dead air lately wrt fic talk on this blog for good reason.

seriously, though. there are two posts i see go around a lot that resonate with me.

the first: have multiple creative projects/hobbies, ones that ping your brain in different ways (for me this is writing vs cooking vs “art journaling”), so when one isn’t sparking joy you can hop over to the other. this doesn’t help recharge the writing energies, necessarily, but it’s good for preventing me from getting too frustrated with a project to return to it when i want to write again.

the second: when you have writer’s block, go read something new. i am not great about this, i like to go to my comfort reads when i’m feeling down and that’s highly comorbid with writer’s block for me, but if i want inspiration instead of comfort i need to put a new person’s words in my head. you gotta remind yourself why you like writing in the first place. get so jealous of a stranger’s turn of phrase that you burn with the need to make a stranger jealous of your writing!

[serialfirstdater]

2023 #2-5 Round-Up

Yes, MORE round-ups. Because these dudes don’t really deserve their own posts. And I got no time, duh. Literally remembered to finish this draft up because of you cuz haha. Hope you enjoy. 

#2: The Grandpa Accounting Partner

SO, he’s not actually a grandpa. But I swiped a 34-year-old guy who is a partner at an accounting firm. I knew he was losing hair, but I didn’t realize HOW BAD it was until I met him.

He had his back turned to me when I came into the restaurant and when he turned around, it was literally WISPS of hair trying to hang onto dear life on his head. I think he also wore a hat earlier and when he took it off, whatever hair strands were left were pointing in all different directions. 

On top of that, he had really crooked teeth plus a bit of a Chinese accent. So when talking to him, every time I looked at his face, it reminded me of my late grandfather. As in, I could see how this guy looks like IN HIS 80s.

Thank god he never asked me out again after.

However, I accidentally liked his Facebook photo when I was trying to show my friend at work how he looked like...Twice. He probably saw, and I died in the moment. But, it was too late. And it happened on Valentine’s Day OF ALL DAYS.

#3:The Engineer Who’s into Aviation

I can’t remember what sort of engineer this guy. I think maybe mechanical or aerospace? Maybe aerospace. But whatever, let’s keep moving.

This guy was actually pleasant. He was tall, knew how to converse, normal looking and had a good job. He was someone I saw that I could grew attracted more overtime as I get to know him. He got his pilot license and apparently flew every month at least once in order to keep it.

I thought the date went well and had some interest. I was open to seeing him again and he asked for my number at the very end of the date. However after we exchanged maybe two texts the following day, he never followed up. I was not bothered by it but wondered why in the world he even asked for my number if he wasn’t going to ask me out again.

#4: Mac Culkin

I hit my diversity quota by going out with Mac Culkin. At 39, the man still looked young. Which was RARE for white men. Most of the time, if they are in their late 30s, they be looking like they are pushing 50.

Mac Culkin and I got along really well. He gave me a choice to meet between chill or fancy vibes place, so I obviously went for the fancy vibes. Which was a nice hotel bar in Yorkville. He geeked out on photography and reminded me of my Actor Ex (who by the way, is now ENGAGED).

I was looking forward to seeing him again and we had a second date set up a little later on (about two weeks from the first date). However, he messaged me later to tell me he was going off to Japan for work for about a month and that he was going to do the nomad lifestyle for a bit. I wasn’t too bothered, but he was someone that I looked forward to after the Australian Optometrist.

#5: The Stocks Uncle

Maybe this guy was in stocks, I can’t full remember because the date was back in March or early April.

When I originally matched him, there weren’t any closeup photos of him. Bestie said he looked fine and potentially cute. I was uncertain but committed to the date anyway.

The Stocks Uncle didn’t look as old as the Grandpa Accounting Partner, despite being older. Unfortunately though, he had a Chinese accent and just looked old enough where I felt like he could be my uncle (maybe a slightly younger uncle). 

I knew I wasn’t interested the moment I saw him, the physical attraction was not there whatsoever. He was also starting to bald. The conversation during the date was fine, but he tried to ask for my number in the strangest way!

“Did you text me your number?” He asked. I said no, I didn’t. Primarily I don’t like to give my number when I can avoid it sometimes, just in case I am not interested in the guy. I didn’t say that to him though.

“Well why don’t you give me your number and I can message you the next time my friends plan a trip.”

I basically went, “Huh??”

“Oh like they are planning a trip to Iceland soon. So I can let you know if you would like to join us.”

This got to be the WORST way to try to get a date’s number! 

“Um, I’m not very comfortable with that,” I said, thinking wtf the entire time. “I don’t really travel with strangers.”

“Oh like, we do plan a trip to Blue Mountain and such as well for skiing in the winter.” He tried to add.

If my eyes didn’t widen in person, it definitely did internally. I reiterated again that I wasn’t comfortable going on trips with people I didn’t know but appreciated the invite. I think that was when it finally clicked with him that I wasn’t interested. But even if I was interested, WHY WOULD YOU ASK A DATE THAT UPON FIRST MEET? Who in the world would agree to join your friends on a trip that they have never met?? Maybe someone super adventurous and although I would say I am, it’s something I’d consider at least after a few months of dating someone.

When we left the restaurant, we had to leave in the same direction. So, I naturally walked super fast cause I just wanted to get the heck out of there. The man got the hint so we gave each other a quick hug goodbye when we finally parted.

[cheswirls]

no more tags but everythings under a cut bc i do not wish to be acknowledged

another cool idea was the spe au where gold and silver swap lives. no notes nancy means i have no idea where tf i was going w it but i remember being super into it at the time!! gold being a runaway rocket prince (i think????? or a runaway masked child) and silver living in a house full of pkmn with a doting mother. same teams different circumstances. a spe!gsc arc rewrite god i wish i had more to go off of

i have all of those pmshi oneshots from the fk verse compiled in a single doc which makes me remember i was supposed to do a 10-20yr follow-up coinciding w the giratina event. where i think red tells silver giovanni is outta jail on immunity or some bs and tells him without saying it flat that silver's gotta be the one to take care of him. as in. put him in the dirt. so thats what he and gold go to do while their small children are stuck in the distortion world trying to appease giratina. would still love to give that a shot someday. i remember doing most of those ficlets for writing warmups in english class. in. i was 16. maybe i did some for a creative writing elective too bc i remember doing fk stuff for that that never saw the light of day (in the classroom among my peers i mean)

the amnesia au is STILL a draft somewhere among my 106 drafts on here. i started that shit my second semester of uni and vividly remember spending most of the night dming someone on here abt details bc they asked and i couldnt stop myself even tho i was pulling an all-nighter to complete an art project due that next morning. ye so def when i didnt have my priorities straight goooooood thats so painful to think abt

the pmshi soulmate au was around that time too. admittedly i should've let it set more before posting to ao3 (one of the first things on my ao3 asaaaaaaaaaa kill me) but even tho my interest was killed for that i still would like to go back to it someday. when i am out of uni nd school in general and it becomes comfortable to write using my own experiences to some extent. truly that is the reason i ever stopped - school started to suck and i didn't wanna think abt it when writing smth and i still feel the same way now. maybe will revive it after graduation (and grad school prolly) since its still interesting but i am def rewriting that shit lmao

wygtm (sumo rewrite) i am still planning to come back to. still love it. still love the post-game epilogue i drafted while in a summer course in 2019. still love the sequel idea that incorporates usum elements while also being set in the future (so mizuki+lillie are adults and have established jobs in alola and some of the brunt of the usum plot is shoved onto an unsuspecting kid to mirror how those 2 handled sumo events (ailey i think????? was the name of usum!mizuki in the demo, so i ran with it. they were 2 separate ppl) buuuuuuut ik a holdup w that will be that ill have to rewrite everything and actually decide on a personality for mizuki and also. idk i still like the name faaora i think it was french polynesian??? or smth for "hero" which was fitting. this was before the selene/elio name reveal and before i liked moon. if i redid this now i'd jus call her mizuki and have her nn be moon like i did in komadori

oh i JUST checked n the perfectworld fic was last modified (digitally) august 2019. that literally could've been accidentally pressing a key and deleting it tho im not sure. i think my first rewrite was in a notebook so maybe this is the most current version n its digital. i opened it in 2022 which im almost positive was when i did those sketches for korrina and gurkinn's granddaughters from johto. dont you just love when you make ocs for a fic in your teens and still love them years down the line.

i think the last one of note is the ranger au set in sinnoh that p much is abandoned at this point bc i've admitted to hell n back that i didnt write plot details down anywhere n its been so long ive forgotten everything. the only thing i can repurpose is all the background info i had for the sinnoh quintet and how each of them has a difficult relationship with their family and why they're out as "wandering" trainers. i've thought abt this so much bc i still love the designs i gave those 5 and all the lore i established. was gonna do a riley/roark fic last summer using my tron notes for him so maybe this summer i will. doing smth for each of them in detail would be fun since i love them sooooooo. (also i can absolutely still stuff marley/candice into her fic and actually write polartwilight for the first time ever bc i looove them)

looking @ old fic i started when i was 14/15 is so funny bc im realizing once again why i never mark fics as abandoned even if its been literal years since i've touched them. specifically i was checking docs for stuff i started and either did or didn't post to ffn.

and its like. nothing is bad??? like i can see where my outside-the-box ideal of fic writing comes from. not just fics but writing in general, i'm p sure. even if it's a total cliche plot setup, there are details on each that rly make it stand out like oh yeahhhhhh i did have this great idea once upon a time.

funny too bc was it executed well in prose??? no absolutely not i wrote like shit when i was 15. would i revive an idea one day and revise it to be less cliche or cringy while still keeping the stand-out elements??? yea maybe. i might. everything i'm currently working on that i started from 2021 up to now still holds my supreme interest, but like i'm not gonna say never.

esp since i write fic first and foremost for my own need and specifically what i like to read, it makes it impossible to consider an idea i've thought extensively about "not worth writing anymore". anyway not making this too long i jus found everything interesting to consider