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Ship edit | The Diviner and The Baptist | vol. 1 / vol. 2 / vol. 3 / vol. 4

"I desire you. I burn for you. I can’t sleep at night for wanting you. Even when I didn’t like you, I lusted for you. It’s the most maddening, beguiling, damnable thing, but there it is." - Julia Quinn

I have been envisioning an edit for John x Sabrina with that kind of pose for ages and yesteday I finally found the perfect reference image. Half a day, lots of editing and occasional prayers to the Photoshop Gods later, we have a finished product. Have to say, I just love how the graphic turned out. <3

Did i spent way too long looking for the perfect background (that i further edited too) to match the Seed ranch... totally. But it's so worth it.

and as tradition, a song to go with the edit

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Guys I loved writing the first short n sweet inspo fic so here’s more bc that ovulation album is too good <3

WHERE ART THOU ? WHY NOT UPONETH ME ?

౨ৎ Summary: your hosting a slumber party at Art’s mansion. But you can’t quite stay away from your pull to get the man in a room where there are no others. Inspo from Bed Chem by Sabrina Carpenter 🤍

+ 18 | very much smut !, unprotected sex, age gap, (reader early 20’s) dilf!Art, size kink, first daddy kink fic (omg) semi-public sex, oral (f) reviving, pet names, this made me feel a bit slutty just writing it, needy!reader, fatherly Art ;)

A/N: the fucking edits on tiktok of Mike to Bed Chem are making me go insane ! just when I thought there was no possible way for me to be crazier over this man omfg. So I had to give the girls a fic to go w it ofc <3

It was like fate. The day you met him.

Nothing could of been more perfect when the stars aligned to bring you to accompany your solid group of trust fund friends to one of his tournaments that evening. You were like most girls your age, makeup, pop music, nice ornaments for your wardrobe — you weren’t the kind of girl that could say she knew much about sports, and certainly little to nothing to be caught landing a seat at the us open... but eventually that grew to be a substantial part of what found him to be so drawn to you.

It was that day when you’d been in the bleachers watching the blonde play like it was his life’s greatest prophecy. For the first time in your still too little years of living, you’d never felt that aroused by a man you’d only saw from the mere view of him hitting a ball with a racket.

But he was unearthly.

Built like how men used to be. Face like it came straight from heaven. Serve like he knew a thing or two in bed.

You were drunk on want, need for him. You were damn lucky your friends were loaded enough to go to all the after parties with most of the star athletes. It was insane to you that you would follow the vip and your most sports driven friends (enthusiast if you will.) to where the elites spend their time. You wanted a nice hang out. Good food. Expensive drinks. But it was between you and the universe that you’d leave with so much more.

You were in a sheer dress and kitten heels when he spotted you. Just his star studded sly smile from across the event hall, when he saw you and your friends conversing in mostly a pretentious manner like most kids your age did when they could afford the lifestyle most people only dreamed of. But not you, you were entranced, pulled away. By his wide, blue eyes that you assumed filled with the same yearn you’d been struck with. And to your quick manifest, Art was gazing right back at you.

Only sharing a couple brief exchanges with the tall and stature, modest but kindly — beautiful and magnetic man around mutual friends, before you’d both been rushed to leave. Him with his team, and you with your entourage.

Like that you were tied to the tennis star in the blink of a moment. And Soon enough — being photographed with him around the heat of the city.

Games, athlete dinner parties, press events. Even photos of you two sharing more than a couple of words, maybe even kisses, behind menus at glamorous rooftop restaurants. Magazine outlets went crazy through the roof in just a few weeks time. Milking whatever they could out of Art Donaldson and his controversially younger girlfriend.

They didn’t have enough tabs on what you two had officially been to one another and that was perfect for the two of you. Because now that time has pushed you and the blonde closer and more into each other — you’d spend days and nights locked away with Art in his new found mansion post his former divorce. Home so beautifully articulated and big enough for you to be extra generous with your time with the dream boat of a man.

It would go down in history what the two of you had done in every room.

Now, a gorgeous weekend ahead of you after your week that was always filled with Art treating you to the finest cooked dinners, at home date nights filled with breezy smiles and full closeness to balance your dates out on the town. Going wherever you felt just to hold hands under umbrellas and traffic lights. With all the new adorned love in your life, and man with too much mystic taking up your time, it had been a good minute since you saw your girlfriends, caught up or shared a drink. You were just so wound up in Art and the way he treated you like a princess to, and in your own world.

So you’d asked Art if you could host a sweet little sleepover for you and your girls at the mansion — and of course he complied. It was anything for his perfect girl since the beginning.

“I could ask the chef to whip up some,” Art spoke into you as he held your hips in his vast hands running carefully over the hem of your satin bottoms as you stood in the middle of the spacious kitchen with him.

“That’s okay, I wanna do it.” You laughed softly, as you stared up at the man. “Nothing says fun girls night like making our own home made friandises”

Art had tilted his head in slight confusion with eyes in question to your tone when you’d practice what you’d been learning in your French courses on him. It was all the most adorable to you really. Your laugh echoed.

“Treats, baby.”

“I- - I knew that,” He scoffed and your giggles were infectious with delight to him.

“It’s gonna be fun. We’ll watch movies, paint our nails, share snacking tips. It’s been so long since I’ve seen the girls.”

Art grinned at the way you lit up with excitement, and his icy eyes looked down at your figure below him. He tried not to bite down on his lip at the way you were in the pajamas usually he only saw you in. Pink lace two piece jammies. Completely recognized because he got them for you. The transparency to them was way too easy on the eyes.

Arts tongue darted out to wet his lips before he questioned, “Is that what you’re wearing ? There aren’t gonna be any boys.. right ?”

“No, silly. That of course counts out you — if.. you wanna join us.” You looked up at him through your lightly mascara coated lashes, it felt as if the flirtatiousness through your gaze just hooked Art by the belt.

“No, no. I’ll give you and your friends your space, doll.” The blonde gave you a chary little smile, “I really doubt they’d want an old man around while you’re trying to have fun.”

“Quit it ! You’re not old. And they adore you.” You stood on the tips of your toes, Art met you so you could leave a sweet kiss on his cheek, with a blush to your own.

“Thank’s for letting me have this little party, baby.”

“Course, what else would be better use for all this space ? Other than for the amusement of twenty something girls.”

Art chuckled and you surely were in agreement, because when your girlfriends did arrive it was immediately shrieks of girlish camaraderie and chatter of awe as you brought them around the place of posh and eloquent nature. Your laugh could of been heard from the other side of the place where Art had eventually been stored away for the night while your hands were knee deep in cookie dough and rainbow sprinkles. Pj sets all from the brands you and your friends never stopped talking about. Having your night filled with reruns of classic movies to sipping champagne.. and the wine, red, (your pick) was certainly slipping through you as the moments went on.

You’d been with your best friend when you two had a moment alone to catch up in one of the halls of the buoyant abode. Whispers and giggles coming from between the two of you as a glass of wine hung from your palm.

“God, he was a such a cutie.” She coo’d as you two had found a very special wall of framed photos of Art from back in his prime tennis days. The blonde around your age who seemed filled with joyfully energetic faces and awards from across the globe. A smile woke upon your face as you folded your arm to admire the man you’d now call your own.

“Sometimes I wish I’d known him then,” you simpered. “But I’m beyond lucky now. Because he’s still cute, and sexier.”

You tittered fondly and your friend laughed with you as she playfully tugged on your shoulder. “You gotta lock that down, y’know… you’ll be like- - hella famous just from being a world class tennis superstars hot young wife.”

She announced as she sipped on something burgundy and you thought with a heightened grin. She couldn’t have been farther from right. And as the months go by you would fall farther and farther head over heels for Art every day. You’d be his wife in an instant. That was the dream after all, and you could certainly say you’d been living one.

“I guess I’ll just have to wait for him to put a ring on it..” You smiled with a dazed shrug as you embarked your wine glass to your lips again.

“He better.” Your friend chirped with a proud glint and you couldn’t help but stay stuck in your thought of your boyfriend who’s been just a few rooms away for the past couple of hours while you’d been enjoying all the perks of your girls making the most of their time with you. But you couldn’t help but want Art to be nearby now, and the red wine in your system maybe hit more than just your head — you couldn’t even try to fight it.

You missed your man.

So after you’d take in a few more drinks and a bit sensually themed games with your friends, you’d made your attempt escape off to find Art. Slipping away from the girls was easy when you’d have every necessity needed to execute a very graceful grown up girl sleepover provided for them.

You’d been walking down the hall heading to where his office and master bedroom would be at the end of the home, and as you passed by the lush kitchen area, to your surprise, there he was. Muscles looked enchantingly delicious in this light as they flexed to pull on the fridge handle and when he turned, his eye line met your glance staring back his way (of course you’d both arrive at the same time.) Arts lips began to curl in an amours grin when he saw your petite figure making it’s way over to him with the same like of smile across your face.

“Hi, baby. You having fun?�� He glanced down at you through his blonde lashes to meet your nod, only following up with a soft titter as you stepped closer to the man. He almost immediately picked up on the lust laced within your eye and the way you slightly leaned onto the fridge door with your aura basically gooing with sex at him now. The blonde had an eyebrow furrowed as he chuckled just a bit and he sized you up.

“Are you drunk, princess?”

“No. No… no,” you shook your head.

It had been true. You weren’t drunk. But a little wine tipsy and horny ? Definitely.

Art hummed and put the back of his hand to your forehead gently as he observed your state. “Did you eat?”

“Mhm, did you ?”

“No. That’s why I came down, not to stalk you. I promise.” The man laughed, to which you did as well and you only raised your arms so they could embrace your boyfriend’s shoulders with a soft hum.

“Y’know, if you’re hungry, you can eat me.” Your finger tips grace Arts neck unashamed as you smile into the crook, and he took in a breath, proceeding to hold you close.

“Oh- -” his chuckle matched your giggle as he noticed you’d changed again. His hands were gliding up the ruffle of the even more transparent sheer cover on you’d been dressed in. Lime tinted. The shorts were near pantie like.

“Mmm, I miss you, I want you.” You peppered kisses as close as you could to his earlobe from your height and Arts breath hitched as he was weak to your slow but enticing touch to him. Fogging up his knowledge that you’d been right in the middle of the open kitchen that was just a few ways down from the living area your friends had been in.

“Here, sweetness ? Your friends- -” Art murmurs down to your ear, but you just locked your arms just above his shoulders without a care.

“And- - ? What about them ? I need you,” you whined. “I want your touch.”

“Yeah? You want me to touch you?”

You nodded again with a naughty giggle and the blonde was smirking now, his hands roamed your body. Large and groping your curves. As much as he knew what was rightful, Art just couldn’t deny your cling to him in that damn near lingerie that had him going almost unbearably hard beneath his jeans since you walked in. Feral even. It was beginning to get miserable as you pressed your dainty chest against his, he felt your nipples grow hard and sensitive against the cloth. So into his aroma, presence, like you were a moth to a torch.

He’d fallen into your pecks merging with his now. Kissing you against where the cupboards stand like your lips were candy. Your small legs stumbling as the man towered over you “Fuck, you look amazing in that set.” Art pulled away from your plump lips to view your gorgeously perfect body. You batted your lashes once. And his attain just couldn’t be stopped. Art slid his hands across your soft ass cheeks, massaging and kneading it in his palms before leading up to laying a solid smack which made you hiss out an excited squeal-like giggle. Your fingertips slid down his ample biceps brushed with virile bristles of hair.

“If I had known you’d like this set so much, I would of worn it much sooner for you.”

Art leaned into you and he held a sly smirk, “this was your plan all along, yeah? Wearing that to get my attention so I would come out here and fuck you in the middle of your slumber party.. you’re such a naughty girl.”

You only giggled more into his skin with a slow exhale, your freshly painted french tips exploring him as he explored you. Art took his sweet time just feeling the way your ass jiggled in his palms and you felt like you’d been going weak in the knees before his tender contact turned rough when he turned you around without warning, making you gasp.

Art made sure you could feel how hard you’d gotten him as he pressed himself to your core. Facing the counter, you lost yourself in complete bliss just to the feeling of not knowing where he’d pleasure you next — Arts restrained bulge against your clothed cunt was just something else. The blonde pushed up your sheer top just a bit and pressed a kiss to your shoulder, you made a soft noise with it.

“Feel what you do to me, pretty girl.” Art nibbled on your earlobe and you sunk your teeth into your bottom lip to subtle your smile. His hands bracing your hips as he stared down at your lacy panties and your minx-like eyes followed Arts famished expression while he licked his bottom lip.

“All yours, daddy.” Your sweet voice immediately made Art go nearly lightheaded and that was it. He melted.

The man tucked both his thumbs into the fabric and pulled your panties down clean with raucousness, followed up with him getting down on his knees before spreading you with his palms and your hands reached for the marble with a soft whimper.

“That’a girl, stay open for me.. Let me taste you.” Art huffed out before he pushed one of your legs up on the counter and you breathed out at the feeling of him making your body his toy for amusement. Art took his fingers and ran them up your folds, getting them wet with the slick of your pussy. Your cheeks started to heat up just at the wonderful pad of his index running against your core like that , making you let out a soft, “oh..” by the way he moved to rub around your clit. Arts lips kissed on your exposed inner thighs, and your jaw became unlocked extraordinarily far when his tongue finally rolled on the soft tissue.

He was splitting you clean open on the counter as tiny whimpers escaped your throat. You were lost in the draw you had to the man making you feel surpassing of even the way you played it all out in your head. “Mmm, yeah- - yes” you panted and the man flicked his digit over your bud at the same time he’d been making out with your cunt. Letting deep groans flow throughout your opening. You’d been on the tip of your toes for him. Letting him suck where you pulsed till you’d been overstimulated if he wanted.

Your head had been spinning from the friction of his perfectly sculpted nose rubbing against your sensitive area. Art was known to be gifted with his mouth so much so, you almost wondered if your friends would have heard if you just couldn’t keep your moans level — but with the way Art held your hips, fucked his tongue into your cunt like you’d been his last meal, your anxiousness washed away. All you could do was let the shake of your thighs and Arts dripping oral member lead you to a crisp pleasurable cry.

“Shit,” Art took a brief exhale as he pulled away from your entrance, dampened lips of your juices going wide with a grin and he ran his palms over your slick thighs again,

“you’re so fucking wet for me, princess. You gonna take my dick? Let me make you feel good?”

“Mmm, please. Fill me up, Art. I wanna feel you.”

“You gotta be quite for me, baby.” Art stood to his feet.

You didn’t care. All you could think about was dick. Arts phenomenal dick. You wanted him to toss you over and split you open till you were sobbing on his thick member, your wine drunk friends would understand. A girl has her needs.

The risk made your blood pressure rise as the moment went on, when Art reached over you to tug your panties dangling from your thighs all the way down — he kicked them off to the side. Taking note of his own belt buckle and undoing it quickly, which you only grew more greedy by the sound of him unzipping his fly. The blondes aquamarine orbs swam with the need to pump you fuller than you’d ever taken him.

“Bend over for me, sweet girl..” Art breathed out softly as his slightly calloused hands ran from your hip up your spine while you did so, bending over fully and displaying your sweet dripping cunt for the mans lidded eyes. He sucked in his breath and his now aroused dick twitched when it unveiled from his boxers — going barmy with just how tiny and soft you looked beyond him.

“So fucking tight and small- - your amazing with the way you take me when I barely fit in, sweets.”

You bit down on your finger as you watched Art run his hands over your ass. Take your hips and line his cock up with your hole. He hissed at the way your soaking cunt wet his tip, you almost croaked out a deep moan at his gestures to tease your pussy. Just nodding along as you’d gone cock drunk before he’d even been in you. Your nails run at the marble counter as Art slowly burrowed into your drooling core. Working you open as his cock disappeared into your body inch by inch — he pushed your thigh higher onto the ledge as you whined at the stretch.

“Ah.. mmm- - fuck, fuck, fuck,” you groaned as you adjusted to the size of his warmth finally filling you full. Art was big. And he’d never want to put you, his sweet doll in discomfort for long, never. So when he started to plunge into you, he watched as your face scrunched up from ache to pleasure in time. His name sputtering from your mouth as you clawed at the counter top and he watched your pussy lips that were just throbbing around his erection like it was begging to be so sporadically fucked by him.

“That’s it baby doll,” his own groans heightened as his hips knock into your cervix, chasing that spot of yours till you were moaning and whimpering like a slut around him. Hole so full with yours and his pre-cum and you sucked in your bottom lip, tussled hair going wild on your back. You just had to look over your shoulder to watch him — see Arts gorgeous face as he snapped against you all shimmering with light sweat as he focused on the way a ring of your wetness pooled around his base.

“You love this, hu? Getting me to fuck you while your friends carry on without you- - At your party. But you just had to come.. looking for daddy’s cock, yeah? You love being a dirty, dirty girl for me.” Art rasped as he clenched his jaw with the overwhelming feeling of your tight cunt clenching him. It made your skin feel like it had been sparked with fire, so exhilarated. He put his hands in your hair to fuck into you as your jaw dangled open.

“Oh! F-fuck! I needed that big fucking dick, daddy… w-want you to cum all over me, mmm- -” you were choking out whimpers and your pretty little hole dripped with Arts pre-seed slipping from you, making it drag out when he pulled out of your pussy to turn you around and pick you up in one swift motion. Your high pitched gasp echoed as you wrapped your legs around the mans abdomen and Art set you on the counter. His lips curl up into a smirk and his eyes met your wide doe set ones. Slipping back into you he watched you cry out his name. Rutting into your heavenly body at this angle, hands go squeezing your thighs, and Art kept them apart as he took you at a wild pace. Hitting that gooey spot till you didn’t remember your own name. “Good fucking girl. That’s it- - such a sweet thing for me, taking all of my cock. It was made for you, doll.”

You couldn’t even catch your self as you’d leaned back on the counter and let Art pound into you. Your tits bounced with each thrust and you were shuttering as your orgasm ripped through you without warning. “Yes ! Ooh- - shit, yes yes yes…” you were whining out as you came on Arts dick. He held your legs spread as he grunted and watched you soak him uncontrollably. You loved it. Feeling like his perfect little gift. Art licked over his lips at the sight of your beauty, throwing your head back in bliss, he pulled out of you and pushed up your dainty little baby doll top — making space as he pumped his throbbing dick over your stomach till he himself came hard. Ropes shooting out on your candescent skin and making sure some got on your pussy just for the fun of it, he grinned and trailed his thumb up your gentle inner calf that had been dangling by his side.

You were whimpering like you’d gotten your brains fucked out to the sweetest soundtrack you’d ever heard. Art was so cinematic in moments like these, he leaned up to kiss at the nape of your neck, cheek, and lips.

“Pretty, perfect girl.. I love you.” Your gentleman muttered against your mouth. You smiled and sunk your teeth into your bottom lip as Art brought your panties up to help you slip them back over your thighs and to your feet as steady as you could. Dressing himself as well, he glanced down at you through his hooded eyes to see your impressively only slightly disheveled state. You were just always glowing, it was hard to make that go away anyways.

“You sleeping down here tonight?” Art buckled his pants again as he questioned you with a soft raised brow. You started to smirk at the way he was heading. You shrug.

“Maybe, maybe not… I’ll sneak into your room when they’re sleep, if you want.” You offered the man, the glint in your eye saying you’d suck his cock and let him have you in as many different positions as he’d like in a couple hours till you were all tapped out. The blonde only scuffed and towered over your presence that was still taken by your hoyden attitude, just to turn you back towards the doorway.

“Go host your party.” he taunted almost fatherly, to then leave a light slap on your ass that made you giggle on the way out.

[ittybittyfanblog]

Error 404: (Self-Aware!AU, Sylus Edition) – Pt. 6

Summary: A LADS self-aware!AU featuring Sylus and a (!) player. That’s it, that’s the plot. Tags: player!reader x sylus, fem!reader x sylus, reader x lads, self-aware!au, strong language, you get your very own samantha from her (2013) lol, time skips as a plot device!, this has an arc i promise, if anybody here plays disco elysium you’ll find that i took concepts of “the pale” as inspo at some points in this chapter lmao A/N: Oof this one’s a little longer than any of the previous chapters. I hope you all enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it! <3 (and just a heads up, this might be the last chapter I post before I kick it off for the holidays. advance happy holidays! if you guys celebrate that sort of thing.) 

Pt. 1 - Pt. 2 - Pt. 3 - Pt. 4 - Pt. 5 - Pt 6 - Pt. 7 - Pt. 8

There’s a quiet stillness brought by the morning after that makes the problems of a heavier night seem like a fairly distant memory. 

For at least a few minutes past the moment you blink away the stubborn grit in your eyes—you don’t remember the last time you’ve been this well-rested in ages—you lie, listless, on the soft powder-blue bedding of your twin-size mattress, watching specks of dander and dust drift from the amber sunlight that filters through the cracked panes of the casement window. 

It floats aimlessly; unhurried. Much like you.

The echo of last night’s events return to you in sporadic flashes—fragmented and unsteady. The whispered exchanges, the playful banter between you and your unlikely conversation partner play back in your mind, like some half-finished supercut. 

And the more you recall, the more awake you feel, chipping away the last traces of daytime lethargy weighing you down. 

“So, what happens now?”

The sound of a car backfiring breaks through from the outside, like a starting pistol signalling the beginning of another day. A familiar, heavy weight presses against your side, and you thread your fingers through the scraggly fur of the purring feline who’s taken the empty space on your left, just above the covers. 

You breathe in deeply, closing your eyes. 

“I wish I had an answer—I’m still trying to figure that out myself.”

You realize how many questions still linger, a lot more left unanswered. Far more than what you were able to glean, at least. From what little you’ve learned, an entirely new moral dilemma emerges—one you never imagined you'd have to contend with. 

There’s a lot of things you’ve never expected to happen. Yet here you are. 

“Seems we’re at an impasse.” 

It’s an odd thing in itself. You keep waiting for the disbelief to catch up, for a shred of sanity to surface and make you reject the situation you’ve found yourself entangled in. You should be feeling the same, pesky feelings that pulled you sharply out of your flight of fancy last night; a sense of trepidation for what lies ahead in this tenuous game of two. 

But instead, you’re here. Now fully awake, and already looking forward to the day with wary acceptance. Looking forward to resuming where you’ve left off with that charming anomaly who’s upended your world, and left you suspended in an exhilarating limbo of uncertainty and excitement.

“...Indeed.”

You crave it—like the first stirrings of a neophyte druggie teetering on the edge of an irreversible habit. 

You need another hit. 

“Why the long face, little dove?”

Because if desire could manifest into being, it would’ve been Sylus. 

“We can figure this out together, can’t we?” 

You pick up your phone. 

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“You’re here? Make yourself at home.” 

You look at him, deadpan. He looks back at you serenely. 

Your voice takes on a dry monotone when you respond, “Keep talking like that, I’m about to cum.” 

There’s a shocked silence; then––

Sylus barks out a surprised laugh, immediately breaking character. 

You snort. “Good morning to you too, I guess.” 

He meets your gaze with a look of scandalized amusement, his smile wide enough to flash teeth. 

"Good morning, indeed."

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You two fall into a natural rhythm even before the day comes to a close. Perceptive as he is, Sylus hasn’t let you linger in the unease left over from last night any longer than necessary—which to say, should be left buried and forgotten, past its provenance. 

“So you could, like–hypothetically, top up my ascension materials… indefinitely?” There’s a manic shine to your eyes when you confront him back at the home screen, gleeful and triumphant after you boost almost all the 5-star cards you have of him up to max level. “Like an infinite glitch?” 

He’s content to just simply listen to your excited chatter from his languid perch on the seat, one palm resting against the side of his face as he watches you—half-lidded and relaxed. Utterly entertained by your antics.

The slight twitching of his mouth, the subtle tilt of his head… each minute shift in his expression makes a whole world of difference from the version you’ve known him longest—almost a lifetime ago. 

Now he acts so human, so alive, that it’s almost unreal. 

(It’s almost imperceptible, but you swear the air also feels different; like the pixelated space around him is bending, stretching, to accommodate this newer him.) 

“Sure,” he shrugs, lips quirking up into a half-smile as he notices the deep crease forming between your brows. 

He knows the question you’re about to ask—curious thing that you are.

“How, though? Like, what are ‘materials’ to you?” You make air quotes with your fingers, making you appear all the more endearing to him look at, in your process to make sense of a world that’s unfamiliar to you.

“Think of it as upgrades,” Sylus explains patiently. “You place the order to modify the equipment I use, in whichever situation calls for it.”

“And Memory Cards?”

“... A video reel, maybe. Or a restricted case file—locked until you’ve got enough to trade for the information you want.”

“And I suppose the dealer in question here is you?”

He arches an eyebrow. “Who else?”

“Huh,” you say, considering. “So, Deepspace Trials. That’s something you do on the daily? Because I… make you?”

“More or less.”

“And you never thought to question that?” 

“Mm, maybe I’ll start charging for my services this time around.”

You roll your eyes, already accepting his analogy for what it is. “Oh, please. With the amount of money I’ve spent on this game, consider yourself paid in full.” 

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You were right about your earlier prediction—this new Sylus in combat mode is something else. 

For starters, he’s a lot chattier.

“Ouch, kitten– don’t charge in like that.”

“Why are you using a sword? Don’t you like the guns I’ve given you specifically for this?” 

“What are you waiting for? Make her resonate with me now.” 

And, instead of sticking to his lines and responding to whatever the MC’s programmed to say during battle, he focuses on whatever you’re fussing over—no matter how… moronic it is.

“Ah, fuck! I hate that spinning thing!” 

“Move, then. Let me handle it.” 

“Block it, block it!”

“I would, if you weren’t halfway across the field. Stick closer to your partner next time, yeah?” 

He doesn’t say any of his usual lines. Nothing from his scripted prompts. When all Wanderers are defeated, there’s no post-battle banter between him and the MC. 

“Goddamn, you’re strong!” You whoop giddily, completely energized by straight winning almost twelve Orbit trials in a row. I guess that’s what a fully awakened Solar pair gets you, huh? 

Sylus lets out a chuckle, infected by your enthusiasm. He doesn’t sound the least bit winded, despite all the damned fighting you’ve put him through.

“We make a good team,” he allows. And because he likes the little nose scrunch you do when you’re annoyed— “Although your dodging really needs more practice, sweetie.” 

Before you could think of a comeback, the pop-up window for the next stage comes up. Ass.

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Come Monday morning and you’re once again swamped with work. 

You barely have enough time to scrounge something up for lunch—if it weren’t for the persistent reminders from Sylus, chiming in every five minutes once the digital clock on your phone had hit eleven-thirty, you’d probably skip eating altogether.

And make something else than just boiling a pot of instant ramen, sweetheart. You’re on track for an early grave at this rate. 

“I could… add an egg?” You suggest, unsure. “Maybe cut up some tofu, make it gourmet?”  

He doesn’t even dignify the egg suggestion with a response. Tofu’s a good start. Now, what else do you have in your pantry that has nutritional value? 

“I despise that,” you mutter, but start rifling through the cupboards anyway. 

After amassing enough ingredients—or what looks more like a sad pile—that might, with some effort, turn into something healthier than your usual go-to fix, you start Googling recipes online.

‘tofu easy lunch recipe’

‘10 mins tofu recipes’   

‘begginer recipe using tofu frozen dory mixed veg—’ Ping!

… Really, kitten? 

You don’t even have to see him to know he’s giving you that look, the one that’s practically dripping with judgment over your dubious life choices. 

(You know it all too well. Personally, in fact. You see it on some relatives' faces at the family get-togethers you’re always required to attend.) 

Great. Heat creeps up your face as you mumble defensively, “Stop. Not everyone’s a culinary genius, okay?”

After that, he lets you be – something you’re thankful for, really. He’s being too distracting anyway. 

Swallowing down the–stubborn and suffocating–embarrassment that's now stuck in your throat, you keep scrolling through Tasty dot co, praying you can whip up something edible with what (little) you have. You’re fully aware that you’re a grown-ass woman who can’t manage a basic life skill and that you’re probably about to burn down your kitchen—

Another notification pops up.

Pull up your tabs, sweetie. I think you’ll find something there that we could put together easily.

Confused, you do as he says. Sure enough, four tofu-related recipes are neatly grouped together in your Chrome browser, ready to be tried and tested.  

Your eyes widen. “Wait—you did this? How?”

He doesn’t answer your question. He does, however, offer: Want me to coach you through it? Cooking’s more fun done with a partner, I’d say. 

-

-

In the end, you manage to make something that tasted way better than you thought you could do by yourself. You have him to thank for that.

“You happy with it?” Sylus asks, grinning at the satisfied look on your face.

“Mhm!” you hum around a mouthful of food. “Fanks, Sy.”

“Anytime, darling.”

––––

“Do you really have to call me ‘kitten’? You sound like a Discord mod.” 

Sylus has no idea what a Discord mod is, but judging by the contempt in your voice, it’s clear that you’re not giving him a compliment.

"What do you prefer, then? Princess? Poppet? Sweet thing?" He pauses, tilting his head. "Baby?"

You blush and look away. "... Ugh, whatever. Kitten's fine."

––––

Your routine with Sylus settles into a seamless, effortless flow as the days go by; it’s almost second nature, talking to him. So much so that you’d think nothing could faze you anymore.

Well. Almost nothing. 

A message bubble from an unknown number appears on your lock screen: Hi, sweetheart. X

You almost ignore it—brushing it off as some dumb prank from a bored rando—when, not even five seconds later, another text pops up. 

+0063-XXXXXX: Its Sylus.

… Huh? 

“Is someone fucking with me right now, or…” 

+0063-XXXXXX: Nobodys ‘fucking with you,’ kitten. 

Then–

+0063-XXXXXX: Send a reply so I can see how it shows up on my end.

Your jaw drops. “Holy shit—you can text?? How are you doing that?” and, “Did you just cuss...?” 

+0063-XXXXXX: 👍

+0063-XXXXXX: And Ill let you know if you text me the question 🙄

So you do. You tack on a now spill?? at the end for good measure. 

You watch the “typing…” bubble appear, holding your breath.

+0063-XXXXXX: Its a complex mix of technical code and harnessing the energy from a dormant protofield Ive discovered, just south of Vagrants Land.  

+0063-XXXXXX: The energy I got from it felt different somehow from your normal protofield. I figured I could put it to good use. 

+0063-XXXXXX: Oddly enough, theres an… indescribable effect to oneself when youre nearing the centre of disturbance, shall we say. 

+0063-XXXXXX: I can only decrypt the waveforms by the rarefield border surrounding the AoR. Any further and Im afraid the adverse effects may do more harm than good.

+0063-XXXXXX: But if amplified, it seems responsive to the filament of what connects your signal from deep space to this planet.

+0063-XXXXXX: Who knew it could act as a transmitter to send you something as rudimentary as a telegraph? 

… Sometimes you forget how smart Sylus really is. 

You: that’s pretty amazing ?? wtf sylus  

+0063-XXXXXX: I get by OK. 

You could practically feel his smugness radiating from those four words. You scoff, shaking your head in a mix of awe and begrudging admiration.

He sends two more messages. 

+0063-XXXXXX: Im just glad we can communicate through other means, sweetie. 

Sy-Sy (??): Now save my number. Sy Sy will suffice 😉

––––

Since your latest discovery that Sylus can now text (!!), you’ve been talking to him outside the game non-stop. It’s like talking to a very active friend who never leaves you on read, and you couldn’t be more ecstatic. 

You: so no one else in ur universe knows anything abt ur situation?

You: no one else acting funny or sumn ? >.>

Sy-Sy (??): None that I know of, no. I prefer to keep it under wraps. 

Sy-Sy (??): Now that you mention it, Mephisto has been acting quite suspicious lately. 

You: ?? suspicious-suspicious or just reg suspicious??

Sy-Sy (??): Hes with his other crow friends now. They might be attempting a murder. 

You: ………. is that…. supposed 2 be a joke……….

Sy-Sy (??): Im running on 3 hours of sleep, give me a break.   

Sy-Sy (??): Also your textspeak is horrendous, sweetie. 

"Um, hello—?" 

Your gaze snaps back to the–very real, very present–person sitting across from you at the table, sporting box-dyed blue hair and a frown. You're at the Annex House; a sleek, new-age Japandi-style bar downtown, just an easy five stations away from your place. You both decided to try it for their infamous Rotten Apple cocktail and, of course, your weekly catch-up.

Khol, your friend of eight years since college, is currently giving you a mildly annoyed look.

Oops. 

They point at you accusingly while complaining, "Ugh, we don’t use our phones when we’re hanging out! That’s the rule!"

You smile at them, sheepish, pocketing your phone as discreetly as you could. “I know, I know. Sorry.” 

Then, puffing out your cheeks, you meekly ask, “You were talking about Anna...?”

They roll their eyes but go over the gossip a second time, much to your benefit. Phew.

Your phone vibrates. Twice. 

…

You sneak a quick, final peek.

Sy-Sy (??): Enjoy your night out, darling ❤️ 

Sy-Sy (??): You let me know when youre back home, OK? 

Biting back a grin, you send out one last text in reply. 

You: will do !:9 

Sy-Sy (??): Good girl. 

––––

"Um–so this is my cat, Maru," you say by way of introduction, holding the plump, orange tabby in front of your phone that’s propped up against a carton of Koko Krunch. There’s a slight struggle in lifting his left paw between your fingers to wave at the man on the other side of the screen. "Say hi, Maru."

“Hello, Maru,” Sylus greets amicably in return, watching the both of you with clear amusement in his eyes. “Care to tell me the origin of this proud beast?” 

You recount the story where you’ve first seen Maru five years ago, nothing more than a scraggly little runt at the time, hiding in the gap between a dumpster and the interstice of a cragged wall. You were walking home from a night out drinking with your uni buddies, when you heard the incessant meowing. 

It drew you in like a siren’s call. If the siren in question had the vocal prowess of a warbling whale on the brink of death.

Upon closer inspection, the grimy fluffball revealed a stubby, crooked tail and wide, beady eyes. In your alcohol-fueled haze, you briefly wondered if you were staring at a tiny ginger rat.

“Well, it’s definitely all cat,” your friend Bee declared by noon the following day, calmly retracting a scratched and bloodied hand from the disgruntled feline, which promptly hissed and darted right back under the bed.

You hummed in agreement, passing her a wad of tissue. 

"I couldn’t decide between Nospurratu and Catpin Meow," you say matter-of-factly, giving your capricious son a scritch under his chin. "Bee suggested I stick to something simpler, like Maru. Hence the name."

Your explanation is punctuated by an offended nip on your pointer finger. 

Sylus is covering his mouth, but nods solemnly. “I think Maru is a nice name.” 

There’s a moment where the two seem locked in a silent standoff, neither breaking eye contact nor making any sort of outward reaction. Just as you’re about to step in and interrupt the bizarre staring contest, Maru gives a slow, deliberate blink.

Sylus takes it as a sign of victory—or perhaps a ceremonial seal of approval.

 With a faint smirk on his lips, he offers the cat a small bow in respect.

––––

You’ve practically emptied the entire arcade of plushies—enough to put it out of business if it were actually, you know, real—and you’re bored to tears. 

“Another round of Kitty Cards, perhaps?” Sylus suggests, but a single glance at your face is enough to let him know that you’d rather gnaw off your own hand. Or his. He might just let you.

Sighing dramatically, you complain about the limited playability of the “mini-games” in-game.

“There’s literally nothing else to do. Same old shit, over and over again.” There’s a pout on your face that Sylus wants to nibble on, not that you’re aware of the forming thoughts in his head. “No new banners. I’m stuck between Kitty Cards and the claw machines... I’m bored, Syyyyy,” you whine, stretching the last syllable for effect.  

To be fair, he has tried to make it a bit more challenging for you. He stopped fucking around during Kitty Cards—no more extra two cards in exchange for one of yours, no longer placing different colored kitties deliberately in the wrong cups. 

After six straight losses, your frustration is palpable. The fun is gone.

He makes audible commentaries during each of your six tries at the claw machine. Every time you manage to snag a plushie, he praises you for a job well done (It flusters you—not that he needs to know that). When your luck runs out and you grab onto nothing but air, he wryly points it out through some slight ribbing, but nothing that’s actually hurtful (This flusters you too—again, not that he needs to know any of this).   

There’s nothing else to do. It’s like you’ve exhausted all you could in this small, curated window of his that you’re privy to. If only there’s a way to leave the mini-games behind, to do something new, perhaps outside of what the game has to offer…

Oh, wait. 

“Hey, Sy,” you call the man to attention. “Wanna try something out?” 

-

-

You beat him at Words with Friends by a small margin.

“Ha! That’s thirty-nine points, buddy.” You crow proudly, after putting down Devotees in a straight column.

He eviscerates you at Zynga Poker. 

“... How are you so good at this??” 

“Comes with the package, sweetie,” he says with faux-modesty after revealing (yet another!!) full house, winking like he hasn’t just wiped the floor with you.

By the end of it, both of you are in high spirits—except, maybe, for your bruised ego.

––––

“Say my name, say my name… If no one is around you, say baby I love you…”

“It’s nice to know that we have another thing in common, little dove.”

 

It takes you a moment to process what he’s implying. 

You stop singing, affronted. “Wh—how dare you.” 

––––

“Are you having fun?” Sylus asks, his tone droll as he stands there, hands on his hips and a small scowl on his face. You’re too busy spinning him around, thoroughly entertained by the number of outfits and accessories you’ve forced upon your slightly reluctant model in the photoshoot that's currently taking place.

It’s more amusing, knowing that he’s fully-aware of what’s happening. And that you know he’s aware of what’s happening. 

He’s like your personal, sentient Ken doll—if Ken had ashy grey hair, red eyes, and a mercurial attitude.

“I am, actually,” you shoot back, grinning as you plop a tomato stuffie on top of his head. “Look, you two match!” 

He exhales a long-suffering sigh, shaking his head in mock exasperation.

Not that it stops you. Fluffy bunny ears, a fish headband, an uncharacteristic halo—you’re relentless. “Hey, can you try a different pose?”

“That depends on the pose… and how nicely you ask.”

“Dear Sylus,” you sing, jutting your bottom lip forward and fluttering your eyelashes exaggeratedly, “could you please, pretty please, flip the camera off?”

He snorts but obliges, raising his hand to deliver the most effortlessly cool middle finger you’ve ever seen. “Happy?”

Woah. That’s… hot. “Oh! Uh. Yeah. Yeah, that’s—”

He raises an eyebrow, clearly intrigued by your reaction. You giggle nervously. “You look… hot.”

“Mm?” His smirk grows, teasing and predatory. “What was that?”

“Nothing!” you blurt out, but the pinking of your cheeks betrays you. He’s definitely enjoying this now.

“I could be convinced to do another one,” he murmurs, voice pitching a little lower.

You bite the inside of your cheek, fighting the urge to say the first thing that comes to mind. Stop, you whore. 

Your nerves get the best of you. Without thinking, you switch to putting the MC back on screen. 

Sylus blinks, red eyes narrowing as he looks at you, perplexed. 

“Uh,” you shift your gaze between her frozen stance and his idle figure. The sudden silence hangs a little heavy in the air. “Would–would you like to do poses? With her?”

He opens his mouth, an automatic response—but he stops, expression flickering into something unreadable. Confusion? Hesitation? 

His brows knit together, and for a short while, he just studies you, the space between you thick with unspoken questions. 

“Do you want me to?” he asks finally, his voice quieter, almost careful.

No–I don’t want you to— To pose with someone who looks so-–

perfectperfectperfect by your side—I only want to see you—

I want to see you––

Why do I care–?

I don’t care––I care, I care so much–– 

“Why not?” you choke out, the forced cheer in your voice grating even to your own ears. You shrug, nonchalant in all the ways you’re not. “I’ll dress her up real nice, and then—” You slap a pink bow onto his head. “You can try to keep up.” 

He doesn’t move, not paying the offending accessory any attention. His gaze is solely locked onto yours. 

I don’t care. I don’t. 

You take the first shot. 

____

“What’s the song you’re playing?”

You pause mid-mop, cocking your head to the side in slight surprise. 

“Uhh—Pedestal,” you answer unsurely. “By Portishead. You like it?” 

He hums, eyes glinting with interest. “I do. Play the rest.” 

And just like that, you’re introducing Sylus to modern twenty-first century music—and to Spotify.

____

From that point on, Sylus begins using your Spotify account to discover a whole new world of music—quite literally, in his case. Sometimes he steals the control from you, overriding what you’re currently listening to, just to hear the most random track play from your speakers.

In the middle of a mundane afternoon while you're completely locked in at work—hyperpop synths blaring in your ears—you’re suddenly jolted by the sound of heavy mandolins as an honest-to-god Russian military march blasts through your headphones, shattering your focus like a damn rhino in a china shop. 

And so with the level of patience that could put the Virgin Mary to shame, you painstakingly explain to your friend the courtesy of not stealing the proverbial AUX cord from the “driver,” especially when it’s their turn on the radio. 

The two of you reach a compromise, and thus the birth of your “shared” playlist. Sylus reluctantly agrees to explore on his own time—when you’re not using the app. Like when you’re busy with other things. Or when you're asleep. 

-

-

-

You wake up to the first strings of a Muse song. One of your favorites, in fact. 

Sy-Sy (??): Good morning, sweetie. 

Sy-Sy (??): Last night was enlightening. I have you to thank for that.

Sy-Sy (??): Oh, and I hope you could indulge me. I added some songs to our playlist. I think youll like them. We both seem to have a thing for alt-rock.

Sy-Sy (??): Give me time and Im sure Ill acquire a taste for electronic music too. Be patient. 

You huff out a laugh, lazily rolling over as you check your shared playlist. Sure enough, there’s twelve new songs on it.   

You: awe that’s great sy :)) and these songz r rly good !! u got sum of my faves here

You: based on what u like maybe u can try looking up sum david bowie, probz massive attack idk 

You: i’ll add stuff later for u to listen 2!!! <2

You: <3* 

Sy-Sy (??): Alright, sweetheart. Im looking forward to it. 

Sy-Sy (??): ♥️

____

From the outside, the studio is just another unit among endless rows of dull grey—small and unassuming. Tucked away on the sixth floor of a nondescript building, it’s built as unremarkable as the rest.

Through a window stained with a mix of corrosive ochre and burnt sienna, there’s a quiet hum—the presence of something that wasn’t there a week ago. Life has shifted, ever so subtly, from an oppressive achroma to a much warmer vibrancy.  

There’s a faint hint of movement. Inside, the young woman wears an almost-permanent smile, her phone an extension of her hand as she taps away with no semblance of rhyme nor rhythm—only in a continuous staccato. Her eyes are locked on the screen, as if drawn by an invisible force.

It’s elusive; this connection—something beyond. Supranatural. It weaves through the room like whispered secrets shared in the dead of the night, beneath a city blanketed in deep ultramarine. Soft, like a wind brushing through a still everglade. 

The apartment, once steeped in a self-inflicted solitude—one that went by unnoticed for a long period of time—comes alive as an intangible presence fills its nooks and crannies with the steady warmth of companionship. There’s a gentle heat to the space now, like the glow of an invisible hearth. 

The flickering of the string lights, the muted laughter shared with a voice through the tinny speakers of a handheld device, a slight signal interference… all feel like the genesis of an impossible story.

Outside, the evening sky is fading into twilight.

And as one looks out onto the street below from the sixth floor window, it’s almost as if the world outside doesn’t quite matter anymore. 

Inside, the air is full of life, in ways it has never been. 

____

“Come to me, just in a dream

Come on and rescue me

Yes, I know I can be wrong

And maybe you’re too headstrong

Our love is––”

Tagging: @xxfaithlynxx @beewilko @browneyedgirl22 @yournextdoorhousewitch @sunsethw4 @stxrrielle @mangooes @hrts4hanniehae @buggs-1 @michiluvddr @ssetsuka @i2sannie @imm0rtalbutterfly @the-golden-jhope @slyfoxtsu @beomluvrr @milkandstarlight @bookfreakk @ally-the-artistic-turtle @tinyweebsstuff @sapphic-daze @sarahthemage @cchiiwinkle @madam8 @slownoise @raendarkfaerie @sylusdarling @luminaaaz @greeenbeean

(if..... for some damn reason..... the tags still don't work i rly don't know what i'm doing wrong T_T i'm posting this from a macbook is that it, is the ghost of steve jobs fucking with me rn)

[bucktommyweek]

Getting to Know You: A BuckTommyWeek Event

Hey everyone! We're back with another event (and a new lewk), but it's a little bit different this time.

3 days, 1 week apart, 1 prompt per week, all about Buck and Tommy getting to know each other.

Here are your prompts for #btgtky

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Wednesday, September 25, 2024 - Favourite things. We know Tommy loves monster trucks, flying, Love Actually and craft brews. We know Buck loves research, his friends and family, not basketball and adventure. But how do they share these things with each other?

Wednesday, October 2, 2024 - A good morning. What does a good morning look like for Buck and Tommy as they learn about themselves as a couple and each other as individuals?

Wednesday, October 9, 2024 - A bad night. It's time to bring the angst, folx. What makes a night bad? What makes a bad night better? How do these two comfort each other, or don't they?

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Accepted Submissions: Anything as long as it follows the rules. We're talking headcanons, fics, essays, graphics, edits, whatever you want. Just tag @bucktommyweek to be reblogged and use #btgtky

Important Information Before Participating

Rules

Rating System

FAQ

Racism and Prejudice

Ao3 Collection

Optional Post Format

Resources for Writing

If you have any questions either hit up our askbox or my own personal askbox or message @alilypea

Haters need not engage.

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Thank you for @brasscacti for the favourite things inspo! 💛

[butchdiaz]

tagged by @iinryer to do a 2024 fic roundup but i'm adding my videos in too because. uh. its fun to look back! and i want to!

MARCH

american teenager (36s)

my first ever commission! for my best friend bia! to this day i hear do what you want (do more!) everytime i listen to this song.

APRIL

arms (1:02)

this was for seti. and it hurt.

good luck babe! (1:11)

literally never felt euphoria the same since the week of bi buck when i made this. changed the timeline. (although i was so euphoric and excited to post that i cropped in a rush and left a little white line in one of the shots and it pisses me off massively to this day. yes im a virgo thanks for asking)

to open up my arms and give it all to you (2.5k)

my little buck coming out to chris fic with hints of buddie <3 bi buck got me writing again after months of literal Nothing. god bless

one of your girls (3:09)

kirby's vision went OFF. so proud of this one like. its gotta be one of my favs and i feel like it became a bit of a butchdiaz classic which makes me so happy :D

MAY

kill her freak out (1:33)

this video is my little baby. ohhh samia. ouaagh eddie.

scared of my guitar (2:23)

shoutout to the way the dialogue syncs up in this one. rly satisfying to me hehehe. honestly didn't think i'd like this one as much as i do but she hits hard

promise (1:15)

love when people commission me to edit songs im already currently obsessing over yay!!!!!

JUNE

happy to be here (2:16)

julien baker. eddie diaz. aka abby had a mental breakdown making this one.

closed hands, full of friends (45s)

this was my first time editing a song i had Never heard beforehand! 3 cheers for finding new music!!

JULY

l'amour de ma vie (3:26)

ok not to toot my own horn but. this one is good. i feel like i really told a story u know. and about now is when i started to play around with fun/more intricate text ooh ooooh

a burning hill (1:01)

this prompt was designed in a lab to kill me specifically. i wanted to do the whole song originally but i like. could not go on.

my ego dies at the end (2:49)

i reallyyyy like this one. long edits my beloved! i love to build to something. i rewatch this one often tbh. jensen mcrae is everythinggg

AUGUST

north star (2:16)

again, had never heard this song b4 i got this prompt and it got me obsessed with this searows album. this edit makes me feel all soft. rly loved incorporating fleabag into it bc like. fleabag for life. shoutout summerofbuddie for the inspo

feels like (58s)

this song has been on my buddie playlist(s) forever so i was So excited to get this prompt. it was so fun to make something. not depressing and just like. fluffy. fun fact i hand drew all the hearts for this in ps and they were such a pain to work with but i really love how it turned out cause i'd never done anything like that before :')

pink balloon (2:29)

finally made a proper buck amv. after so many eddie ones it was actually nice to switch it up. felt re-inspired! also always so inspired by samia ugh. i am an eddiegirl literally to my bones tho so this was both v hard and v fun to make.

SEPTEMBER

"i want a divorce" / "it was a date" (2:19)

the buckshannon parallels ouuugughhh. this was one of those ones that haunted me so persistently i literally was forced to make it. saw hanna's post and then blacked out and i was posting this.

had a feeling i could be someone (3k)

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leave tonight or live and die this way (1.1k)

dyke buddie!!!!!!!! these fics are sooooo near and dear to my heart. i love to make everyone wlw! i love to project my butchness onto my fav characters! wrote these so fast (for me) like writing has Never flown out of me like that. i was possessed by the spirit of lesbianism. and. GOD. the response to these fics also makes me want to cry daily. the beautiful art that was created?????? for me and my little fic?????????? i actually can't believe it i love you guys so much. lesbians forever and ever and ever.

did it to myself (1:11)

another one of my favs. i think it slaps so hard tbh. i tried a lot of new stuff and it was so FUN. orla's music is so much fun to edit to i need to do another one of her songs asap.

afraid of heights (2:46)

boygenius wrote this for my friend buck buckley. got entirely consumed by this one. thank u han for being my buckafraidofheights warrior for life <3

headlock (2:23)

i love buck but i remember coming back to making an eddie amv and breathing a sigh of relief. i just Get him. its so easy. this one's underrated i think oop it kinda slaps

OCTOBER

savior complex (3:16)

this one was a rly good challenge and idek why. super happy with how it turned out though i like watching it back

NOVEMBER

funeral bell (2:54)

the buck thesis statement. to me. and such a crazy unique process. loved working w kaitlin on this one and sending her 10 million drafts (she rly got a behind the scenes tour yall and it was not pretty). this was an absolute BEAST to make despite it not even being that complicated. i think i just cared so much about making it perfect for my dear friend who trusted me with her visions and inspiration and that made it all the more special!

you get your dreams for free (14.8k)

drunk cuddling!!!!!!!! my longest fic i've posted to date and i fully thought i was never gonna finish it. i abandoned this last YEAR but im SO glad i came back to it and most of the reason for that is because of the absolutely lovely responses to my earlier fics this year <3 literally hilarious to me that i originally wanted to post this on halloween 2023. abby. abby no.

surrender my heart! (1:30)

post-confessions euphoria + a carly rae jepsen prompt? i was literally in heaven. SURRENDER UR HEART EDDIEEEEEEEEE

DECEMBER

every place leads back to your place (2.1k)

music inspires me soooo much (looks up at this post. no way right.) so i absolutely loved writing based off a song! and a chappell song nonetheless!! so fun to twist a breakup song around to fit Them. i particularly love the kiss in this one <3

oldie's station (3:17)

phew we're almost there! this one is recent but lowkey it feels like another classic to me already. i really really like it. making it felt like cooking a three course meal and watching it kinda feels like eating one :D (thank god) (i spent so many hours in that kitchen)

letter to god (1974) (2:27)

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letter to god (1983) (1:52)

putting these together bc they are sister songs and sister videos. first time in my life i've worked on two videos at once. it was fun because they kind of grew together and influenced each other very directly. not fun because i ran out of space and my laptop crashed. several times. these felt rly indulgent and raw. kind of shocking to me how perfect both songs feel for both of them. had a lot of fun messing with the voice/video filters to try and place these in their respective eras bc im obsessed with that aspect of the songs. halsey's artistry is crazy yall if u havent listened to her newest album GO. NOW.

the rush of slumber party kissing (3.2k)

posted this literally yesterday lol. also my first time writing smut. somehow. scary! but i did giggle all the way through writing this tbh. when buddie reveal their true nature as silly teenage girls >>>>>>>>>>

SPECIAL SHOUTOUT

fleabag au wip, who saw the light of day again this year. she could be finished in six months or six more years, but she Will be finished. im determined!

<3

ok if u read all that uh. wow congrats fhdhhdh im gonna get sappy for JUST A SEC now cause uh. im actually blown away by the support and love and appreciation this fandom has shown me this past year. you guys have given me so much confidence in my skills as both an editor and a writer and you also quite literally helped me pay my rent. by making videos about gay firefighters. its actually kind of mind blowing to me how lucky i am and i never want to take that for granted <3

to anyone who has commissioned me, or sent me a prompt, or left a comment on a fic, or a tag on a video, or sent me a kind ask, or subscribed to me, or followed me, or reblogged anything of mine this year: thank you.

im so grateful for this little community and all the friends and connections i have made through our collective insanity over a procedural drama on abc (neé fox). yall rock so hard.

<3

tagging @userbuddie @chronicowboy @confessionseddie @try-set-me-on-fire @userautumn @lovelettered @exhuastedpigeon @sibylsleaves @saryasy @team-118 @lemmeaskthedevil @eddiebabygirldiaz if u wanna do any sort of yearly roundup!

[stillgotme]

Been pretty quiet the past month and I don't know if there's really anyone that's still stuck around to see what I do next, but I'm still here! And the reason I haven't been posting as much is because I've been planning and I’m here to make some quick announcements for how 2024’s gonna go on this blog moving forward.

First things first....Karaoke Secrets is going on hiatus and this was what I was embarrassed to say because this story has barely taken off yet I’ve already had two big gaps in between posts and we still haven’t gotten anywhere. Oof. 

I admit, I kinda went overboard with adding a third story when I haven’t even finished the other two. Not to mention, because this one was more driven by fun and me needing a break from my usual stuff, I’ve faced the realization that this story isn’t as developed. It’s why I unfortunately hit a creative wall with it and along with the struggle of trying to do 3 stories at once, my inspo just isn’t with it at the moment. 

Don’t get me wrong, though, I still very much love this story! But I gotta really sit down and figure out an outline for it. I do prefer some sort of structure and I don’t have the full structure yet, so it’s best to put this thing to halt and see what I really want to do with it. Maybe one day when I’ve gotten the inspiration again and I’ve tightened some rough spots, then I can come back to it. For now, it’s on a break. And don’t worry, you will still see Risa and Akira every once in a while when I do some edits. I hope you understand.

BUT NOW THE GOOD NEWS:

AFTER FOUR LONG YEARS, REDEMPTION IS FINALLY MAKING A RETURN. Now, despite my lack of storytelling since the pandemic, I’m letting you all know that in the background I never actually stopped writing. I was still going over scenes for this story, writing dialogue, even going back to old scenes and writing in depth prose for them to get more in touch with my characters. 

This story is so dear to me and the inspiration has called me for the past few months. And thanks to the lovely people in the writing discord I’ve joined, that storytelling spark has finally come back. What held me back was the worry over Karaoke Secrets, but I needed to stop forcing myself to treat this like a job and follow my inspo. 

So we’re picking up where we left off. To new and old readers, I will do a summary post that tells you the story so far. I understand not everyone has the time to sit down and read and you are in no way obligated to do that so you’ll have the option to get a recap. That way we’re all on the same page by the time the story returns. And if you do wanna read from the beginning, be my guest!

Thank you to everyone that’s taken the time to read this and stick around. I understand I’ve been so messy with storytelling lately because of real life, but it really feels different now. I’m genuinely excited to get back to telling this story that’s been in my head since 2018 and hope you’ll join me in this crazy journey (again). And shoutout to the writing group for giving me the motivation. It may not have seemed like much, but your support has led me to fully get my storytelling back out there. 

I love you all 💖

[inkluvs]

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ivy’s 200 cafe ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-

hiii in honor of hitting 200 on my new blog + the fact that i’m finally done w academia (until september) i offer you guys this celebration thingie <3 send in as many as you'd like <3 if anything has ++ in front of it, it is an add on !! you do not have to send events in with an add on but feel free to . reuploads for blurbs / fics will still be posted every mon / wed / fri !!

edit: shit i forgot to say that this has no set end date !! it’ll probably go on for a week or so <3

nav // masterlist

・❥・ hot chocolate — moodboards (aesthetics, colors, etc.) !!

++ marshmallows — (4 moots) send me this and i’ll make you a moodboard based on how i see you

++ cinnamon stick — send me an au + a character and i’ll make a moodboard

++ candy cane — send me a character + a situation and i’ll make a moodboard

・❥・smoothie — (4 moots) i’ll write u a little note <3

・❥・ tea — send me a blurb request / headcannon (inspo here and here)

・❥・coffee — send me an idea / concept and i’ll make you a playlist (dresses in fields in fields of flowers, light academia, etc)

++ caramel — (4 moots) i’ll make you a playlist based on how i see you

++ creamer — send me a character + a situation and i’ll make you a playlist

・❥・croissant — games !! (cym, would u rather, this or that)

@amoraffairs @arakhnee @bcyhoods @berryfairy444 @bimbobaggins69 @bpdtistic @bruisedboys @cauliflowertree @deermessrs @doyouknowwhoyouare13 @emmyshortcake @faeriieblush @fxllfaiiry @forevermoreharrington @ghostlyfleur @headkiss @heartfairy @illicitfixations @imabee-oralizard @juneberrie @just-another-lovesong @katsu28 @letterstotheflre @lofaewrites @loverliner @livingintheupsidedown @luveline @maddipoof @maximoffwxnda @meredarling @my-my-only-angel @oncasette @on-my-contrarian-sh1t @queerpumpkinnn @rosemaremembrance @sanguineterrain @schoopsahoy @sexybabystevie @shefollowedthestars @skullrock @softcoremaybank @solarluvs @spaceagebachelormann @spideystevie @sp1rit-realm @stardustmunson @starstruckwillows @stevesbabysittingservice @stvharrngton @sweet-villain

[theprisonerandthebeast]

hello, i'm very new on tumblr and i don't know how to do anything but here goes; i will be forever in your debt if you could please feed the starving m!readers with x any marauder in any pairing. i don't want to impose on your creative process but if you need the inspo i'd love to read a slytherin m!reader x sirius that's enemies with benefits !! thank you so so much have a wonderful day

DISCLAIMER: THIS IS PART ONE OF THIS STORY. It got long and I will be posting the rest later. As usual, I will make minor edits to this story later tonight. If I don't post the rest in a few days, anon, remind me. I am but a dear old 23-year-old and my birthday is coming up. Love you and kisses, anon.

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Quidditch was always your favorite time of the year. Not just because you loved to hear the crowd cheer your name when you caught the snitch but because you also loved playing with the Gryffindors.

As a Slytherin, most of the team hated playing Gryffindor. You never minded, though.

Sometimes you wonder why. You blew it off as you liked the challenge. The Gryffindors were a good team, a great team, even, but you were better. Slytherin won nearly all games with Gryffindor since you've been on the team, which was 2 years now. There was one game left in the season and out of the games played with Gryffindor, Slytherin house won 3 to 0.

Sometimes in the dead of night, though, you thought of one particular Gryffindor chaser. You forget his first name but played with his brother, Black. Regulus was cold and distant. His brother seemed so different.

When the long-haired Gryffindor won a point, he’d fly to his friends and celebrate. At the end of the game, he’d jump and dance and sing in the green grass. The Black brother seemed so funny, so care-free. It made you want to enjoy the game even more.

The boy had a tattoo, something you couldn't even imagine Regulus getting. You sometimes saw the dark ink on his tan skin when his shirt lifted up while playing.

Part of you liked seeing someone so happy. You have to remind yourself he’s your opponent, a lot, though.

He wouldn’t care if you were happy.

Speaking of Quidditch, you turned to the calendar beside your desk. A date was circled- Feburary 24th; Your last game with Gryffindor. You never circled the dates for any other house games, only the ones versus Gryffindor. You didn't notice you do this and , so, you didn't care.

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You awake a week and a half later on February 24th, the last game of the year. Your fellow Slytherins weren’t taking this game so seriously. You’d all already won every game with Gryffindor this season, what was to worry about?

You could taste the Quidditch Cup already- The only game you lost this year was with Hufflepuff.

On the field, ready to start the game, you tighten your grip on your broom. You see the Black brothers eyeing each other with dirty looks. The long haired brother that you don’t know looks… handsome. You’ve never seen him look so mad… so determined.

Before you know it, you hear the whistle, signifying the start. You take the image of him out of your mind and fly upward as high as you can, looking for the snitch.

A few minutes into the game, you spot it, glistening in the little sunlight February has to offer.

Before you know it- the Gryffindor seeker sees it, too. You fly towards it- fast.

You feel the wind whip your face as you zoom through the clouds, through the air, through the… snow?

It’s snowing, coming down fast and out of nowhere. The flakes are hard, almost hail-like. They pelt you on your broom and you feel your stomach jump.

You’re coming close, though- You’re going to beat her to it.

Just a little closer.

But, suddenly she zipped past you, catching the snitch.

Your heart skipped a beat.

You’ve lost the game.

Your broom automatically took you down, down, down, until you're startled by the ground hitting your feet.

You felt like you might puke.

Beside you, the Gryffindor boy zips down, tumbling to the Earth. He somersaults, excitedly.

The weather clears up, immediately.

“James! We fucking won!” He says to the bespectacled boy next to him.

They jump, excitedly, patting each others backs, roughly.

You smile a sad smile and turn to the locker room, directly.

The only thing you want to do right now is take a shower and climb in bed.

Nobody stops you or speaks to you; your teammates simply give you pitiful and hateful looks as you drag your broom behind you, across the field, and into the locker room.

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After a long, hot shower, you leave the locker room started to Slytherin common room. However, you decide you’d like to walk around the lake before you head inside.

Whilst you walk, you hear a voice. And then another. It’s two boys.

You attempt to finish your walk around the lake but are taken aback when you see the source, laying in the grass near the lake.

As you approach, you see it’s the handsome Gryffindor chaser, Black, and the boy he called “James” at the game. They are still in their uniforms and there was a tall, glass bottle sitting near them.

You try to tiptoe quietly as not to disturb them but they hear you rustling the tall, brown grass.

“What was that…?” You hear James ask his friend. They look around wildly and spot you.

“Hey, look who it is! You’ve finally lost a game, haven't you? How’s it feel?” The nameless boy says to you. He smiled like it’s a joke but there is a bitter undertone lingering in the air.

“Feels shitty, you’d know, though, right? Haven't you lost every game against us this season?” you say.

“Man, Fuck you. Ever heard of a joke?” He says back.

“I can’t make one back?” you ask him.

The long-haired boy smirks, “yeah, make your joke…” he comes closer to you, “just know that even if you win the Quidditch Cup you’re no better a player than me.”

He’s facing you now, and, although you do admit he’s handsome, you’ve just realized what a dick he is. You see the angry lines in his face as he approaches you even closer.

“Don’t have anything to say to that?” He questions, smugly.

You’ve never been one to pick a fight. You could argue all day who’s a better player. But it’d really be no use. The boy will believe what he wants.

So, you say, “not really” with a shrug.

This seems to make him even more mad.

“We don’t need to argue, I know you know the truth already.” He says with a toothy smile. Very infuriating, very sexy. You imagine him on his knees, looking up at you smiling like that. You’d wipe that smug expression of his face, fast.

Your cock twitches at the thought of him between your thighs.

“Whats your name, anyway?” You ask.

“Sirius Black. I know your name, already, you’re Y/N”

Your cock jumps again at the smooth way he says your name. He says it so cold-like.

There’s a silence for a moment.

“If you’re done, I’ll be leaving now. Good night and enjoy your win.” You say, spitefully.

Sirius and James looked at you as you walked into the darkness and into the Hogwarts entrance.

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When I wrote this I didn't realize Reg is actually the seeker for Slytherin team at this time. Sorry for the inaccuracy

[sugarpsalms]

ao3 wrapped (writer's edition)

wheeee thanks for the tag @dytabytes , this was super interesting! Putting this under a cut since it's kind of long, though I'll go ahead and tag uhhhhhh @flamboyant-vampire, @allmightskitten, and whoever else sees this and feels like doing it!

How many words have you written this year?

39,593! More fanfic than I thought I'd written, for sure.

2. How many works did you publish this year?

12! Wow! Again, more than I realized. Getting into OP really got me excited about fanfic again

3. What work are you most proud of (regardless of kudos/hits)?

I think that has to be Kind Friend & Companion. Specifically, chap 2: On The Decryption and Translation of Cipher 3478b. I'm a huge fan of world building, and had a wonderful time playing around with cryptography, codebreaking, and general Marine bureaucracy in this. Also, it was exciting to think of how Doffy would construct a conlang. While I knew this wouldn't be a huge hit with the No Loyalty general audience, I had a blast and that's what matters most :)

4. What work of yours has the most hits?

Quarter, oh Quarter! gets this prize. It's a shuggy roleplaying fic ft. new kink exploration, so not a surprising front runner

5. What work of yours got more feedback than you expected?

Unity's Seed, for sure. I wasn't expecting my barely-dodging-the-incest-allegations DQ Bro's AU series opener to be even half as well received 😅

6.Favorite title you used?

The Thief Who Came to Dinner, which is my (not abandoned, but certainly back burner relegated) post-Enies Lobby Paulie/Lucci fic. I'll be returning to it at some point, as I love the premise and really want to finish it, but y'all know how inspo is, haha. It comes and goes

7. If you use song lyrics, which artist’s songs did you pull from the most?

I do pull titles from songs, but I can't name a specific artist because I generally reference sea shanties/ other types of work songs or often-covered folk tunes

8. Pairing you wrote the most for this year?

Hm. Tricky question. Technically none, as almost all of my fics from this year are Gen. However, if we're counting heavy-handed incest subtext, then the answer is dofcora, hands down

9. Favorite pairing you wrote for this year?

To avoid giving the same answer two questions in a row, let me go with another fic that's currently on the back burner but NOT abandoned. Won't You Come Out Tonight? is a particular brand of joy for me, and I think about it all the time even when I'm not picking at it, so I guess that means my favorite pairing of the year is bartoluffy (despite all evidence to the contrary)

10. What work was the quickest to write?

The first chap of Like a Vine Climbs to Sunlight! If I recall correctly, it was written in just a couple of days.

11. What work took you the longest to write?

The first chap (so, all of the fic that's up currently) of Feed the Living, Bury the Dead took…3? 4 months? Something like that. The next part is promising to take just as long, if not longer. Apologies to everyone who follows my WIPs, lmao

12. How many WIP’s do you have in your docs for next year?

Lord above, I'd say between 20 and 30. With any luck, I'll get half of them done 😅

13. What’s your longest work of the year?

Quarter, oh Quarter! tops the list again with a WC of 8,003.

14. What’s your shortest work of the year?

'Til All These Things Be Done, My Dear, which sits at a humble but respectable WC of 1,109.

15. What WIP(s) are you taking into next year with you?

No Loyalty (series)

In The Woods Somewhere (series)

For Whom the Skee Ball Rolls (series)

To Azazel, With Love

untitled coralaw caregiving

untitled coralaw period sex

untitled chopperlaw

16. What’s your most common “Additional Tags” tag?

AU - Canon Divergence

17. Your favorite character to write this year?

I think Rosi! I've written him a lot, and I've gotten very comfy with slipping into his POV.

18. The character that gave you the most trouble writing this year?

Probably Law. I struggle to get into the right headspace for him, even though I love him dearly. Hoping that a few of my WIPs will strengthen those muscles for me

19. What’s one pairing you want to explore next year?

Chopperlaw. A friend got me into it recently, and I'm working on something for them to test it out!

20. Which work of yours have you reread the most?

I couldn't say for sure, but probably some part of the No Loyalty series. I've written a lot for that the last six months, and definitely revisited

21. How many kudos in total did you get this year?

1,093

22. Which work has the most comments?

Quarter, oh Quarter! comes through with an award again

23. Did you do any collaborative works this year?

Not technically, though a lot of WIPs have been inspired by friend's DMs and convos, which I count as collaboration.

24. Did you write any gifts this year?

Yes! Only one will make it to the posting stage before the year is out, but that just means 2025 will start off strong!!

25. Did you receive any gifts this year?

Not this year! Maybe next one :)

26. What’s your most common category?

Gen! No Loyalty tipped the scales in this category's favor.

27. What do you listen to while writing?

Instrumentals, if anything. Most of my playlists are for the pre-writing stage, like when I'm on the way to my writing spot or working on brainstorming. I love making playlists and finding listening to them very inspiring, but get distracted if I listen to them when actually writing.

28. Favorite work you wrote this year?

Oh, hard to say! I love them all uniquely, but what was the most exciting for being a change of pace and setting was probably the titular fic of my drider!law series, In the Woods Somewhere.

29. Favorite line/passage you wrote this year?

Hm, probably this lovey little pining moment from Won't You Come Out Tonight?

The galley cleared out except for Zoro, who got roped into helping with dishes. Everyone else followed Luffy up to the deck. Most of them fell behind and strolled as they talked, but Barto tripped along right behind Luffy, catching his toes on his heels, feeling dreamy and a little unreal again. He slipped the hold Luffy had on his waist when they stood up from the table, but whatever had gotten into him, Luffy wasn’t over it yet. His hand was clamped around Barto’s wrist, fingers threaded all through his coat’s cuff feathers. They were sunk down to the knuckle, worked in deep, and moving. As Luffy petted them—petted him—Barto felt like he was bleeding. “Got a thing for birds, boss?” he tried to joke, but it came out shaky. “Huh?” “My coat. What, you wanna pluck it?” Luffy laughed low in his throat. “That wouldn’t be very nice.” He flexed his hand, grip going incredibly tight. “Hm, can I borrow it, though? Just while we’re on the deck. I wanna… hey, you’re staying, right? For cocoa?” He glanced back, showing Barto a grin. “Sanji makes it the best. See, he grinds the spices up, toasts ‘em, lets the milk steep. And you’d think it’d be cold, right, after an hour, but it’s actually…” And just like that, he was spinning out again, getting further and further away from the question that he hadn’t even given Barto a chance to answer. But Barto knew what he would’ve said, what he would say when Luffy got back around to it. He could borrow it, yeah, sure, please, for as long as he wanted.

30. Biggest surprise while writing this year?

Probably how much (lead up to, at this point) incest I wrote, haha. It's one of my favorite things to find in something I'm reading, but I've never actually written this much of it before.

[forcebookish]

ao3 wrapped [writers edition]

i think this is meant to be an ask meme but i thought i'd just answer them instead. (my ao3 is lapmonster.)

How many words have you written this year? 21,882 (posted)

How many works did you publish this year? five

What work are you most proud of (regardless of kudos/hits)? the weight in her heart. it's the most fun and intensive to write, and i have a lot in store for it.

What work of yours has the most hits? thirty minutes at 1,428, which is impressive because it's the latest and i didn't post it on twitter!

What work of yours got more feedback than you expected? uh, it's complicated.

Favorite title you used make my heart tremble. from the moment the line was said on the show, i thought it'd make a cute title.

If you use song lyrics, which artist’s songs did you pull from the most? "yellow is the color of her eyes" by Soccer Mommy. that's where the chapter titles and title inspo for the weight in her heart comes from.

Pairing you wrote the most for this year? topmew (3/5)

Favorite pairing you wrote for this year? ichiruki. it was really nice to get back to them.

What work was the quickest to write? a compelling argument. it almost wrote itself.

What work took you the longest to write? the weight in her heart. i started writing it at least two years ago, and this is the third draft. the third chapter has been months in the making and still has a ways to go.

How many WIPs do you have in your docs for next year? oh god, in terms of fics that have a good chance of actually getting posted in 2025? i'd say roughly eight, not including twihh.

What’s your longest work of the year? the weight in her heart at 10,507 words. i originally thought the whole thing would be 25k, but chapter three is going to be at least 10k so, uh, we'll see.

What’s your shortest work of the year? False Alarm at 1,145 words.

What WIP are you taking into next year with you? the weight in her heart. i was really hoping to get chapter 3 up before the end of the year, but i added so many new scenes lol

What’s your most common “Additional Tags” tag? Missing Scene (3)

Your favorite character to write this year? my son, top tanin.

The character that gave you the most trouble writing this year? ishida uryuu. he's got a weird energy to him.

What’s one pairing you want to explore next year? coffy, unfortunately, and arcarm.

Which work of yours have you reread the most? a compelling argument, i think.

How many kudos in total did you get this year? 412

Which work has the most comments? the weight in her heart at 20.

Did you do any collaborative works this year? nope! i don't like to lol i used to write a lot of fic exchange fics but i think those kind of burned me out, ya know?

Did you write any gifts this year? no. i kind of miss doing those, but the deadline guilt is killer.

Did you receive any gifts this year? no, but there were a lot of fics that felt like gifts 🥰

What’s your most common category? M/M (4)

What do you listen to while writing? sometimes i'll have a specific playlist for the ship or fic, my music on shuffle, or nothing at all. if i'm really desperate, i'll have the tv on in the background.

Favorite work you wrote this year? i already answered this, but make my heart tremble for the end result and the satisfaction of getting to imagine it as a canon scene, and the weight in her heart as a source of pride and continuing joy.

Favorite line/passage you wrote this year? it's really the whole of rukia's death scene in twihh, but i'm pretty attached to this part:

Whatever that thing was didn’t seem to be interested in her twisted, bleeding body on the ground. It wanted her. Rukia scrambled back, but the Chain went taut and jerked her forward. In an act of desperation, she grabbed it and pulled as hard as she could. Her body followed, albeit slowly. The weight felt like it was crushing her. It wasn’t enough. The monster was advancing. She kept tugging, her body flipping, dragging; she winced with every impact, every pull.  “Please move. Move, move, move, please,” she begged herself. “Get up. Get up!”

30. Biggest surprise while writing this year? how fucking long chapter three of the weight in her heart got!!! fics in general seemed to get longer and longer this year. rekindled my verbosity, i guess.

[whataweirdfeeling]

HELLO welcome back to another WAWF interview EXCLUSIVE

As we settle into a warm and toasty WAWFswinter we of course have some new artists to present

With this also being our first official collab Fraud Issue shot by photographer @wavechrist and edited by our original curator @vyngak WAWF has some gifts It must be WAWFchrist-mas

Read below for an exclusive interview and some behind the scenes moments with new artists of WAWF

Find out about all the big plans they have in store

Who are we here with?

Floaty-man, Floaty… pretty flacko jr.. shoutout to ASAP

So you would say ASAP is one of your main influences then?

Hell yeah ASAP is one of my biggest influences. I never really was the one to be like ‘I’m inspired by people’, but I was heavily influenced by like certain people..and they help me be my best self. So now.. my goal is to be better than them cause I’m pretty sure that’s what they would

So would ASAP be a bigger influence to you in fashion or music?

Definitely the music too, ASAP gave me more of the fashion tip. Like the ok to add my swag to my music instead of just trying to push my message I can also add my personality and I can also add how I dress myself and just how I live my life daily.. Regardless of what it look like I can still be on some fly sh*t

Rap name?

Floaty

Where does that name come from?

I always used to get in trouble a lot so when I used to get in trouble I used to stare.. it was the only thing you could do like.. couldn’t play the game or nothing so I would like go outside and literally look at clouds or something.. or when I was in class too I would go to ISD. ISD you get in trouble, you’d be in school but not in school you know what I’m sayin

What can we expect from Floaty in the future?

Expect a lot of shit.. I would say this cause I’m a renaissance man of art. Expect for me to get into short films. But music real heavy, fashion real heavy you know, events real heavy. But short films is what we adding to the list as well

How did you find out about WAWF?

It’s just all organic, it’s really shoutout to Wave. Shoutout to wavechrist cause you know that was the fine point it was just all divine you know. He was just telling me this is who you need to connect with and it was a wrap from there

Who are we here with?

Hello good people of the planet earth and all the other space-lings out there in the world.. I go by the name of ShowwwTimee. That’s with 3 W’s and 2 E’s

Why 3 W’s and 2 E’s

Its always about individuality and how you can express yourself a little bit differently. Plus we not tryna get sued by the actual Showtime tv network you know.. But if they ever wanna collab and put ShowwwTimee on Showtime we could do that

And on a personal note if we wanna get on numerology type time the real name is Shomari and so every name in my full name has 7 letters.. and you know what that means

Tell us about your art

The first art form is definitely film, that’s where all of the inspiration comes from. And then.. I picked up sewing over the pandemic.. It’s been a couple years now since we been doing that. At first I was making the clothes to go with the films, but now the films gotta support the clothes at this point cause I just hit some sort of momentum with the designing and I just can’t stop really. So now I gotta make my films around the pieces, make storylines off these characters that you see i’m making

Describe your fit

We got rainbow boots with tool kinda material for the laces.. shoutout Walmart on that. Thrifted sweatpants.. yellow sweatpants, primary.. We got the yellow blazer, primary and then all the other colors of the rainbow secondary. We got a pac-man tee that got chopped up and turned into a hat up top.. Pieced it together with a raincoat, a yellow raincoat that I found so it’s like a combination in there

Where would you say your style inspo comes from?

Honestly intuition, i’d say intuition leads me and then the colors.. the colors just speak and I combine the two. I find ways to combine the color combinations and different ways to piece it together

What can we expect next from you?

Next we’re gonna have to make a film for the pieces to live in and immortalize them cause yeah you can enjoy them on a day to day basis, on the social networks, but I’m really tryna get all my people off of the social networks and out of the matrix. So I gotta make my own films and put them in a place where all my people can come and congregate together you know.. something like this, shoutout to them boys down in RVA. I’ve never experienced a conglomerate of a community like this so for yall to open yall doors.. shoutout Hugh, shoutout Gavyn, shoutout Floaty, shoutout WAWF

How’d you find out about WAWF?

Honestly they found me. Likeminded individuals always find each other. That’s like soul tribe right there

Along with promoting/supporting growing artists like these WAWF magazine pushes art fashion culture and much more

Stay tuned for all of the exciting things WAWF has planned

[the-ellia-west]

New Wip Snapshots because I HAVE ALL THE INSPO RN TO WRITE ALL 3 WIPs AT ONCE

But I can't edit TCOT unless I have a computer, and I'm waiting to write a J&R scene until the poll is over.

So HERE YA GO

Some small progression in Alkain and Mennel's relationship.

These are three completely separate small unedited scenes form different parts in the timeline, though they are in chronological order

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Alkain shoved Mennel back, sending him sprawling against the sand with a grunt of pain. “Come on softie! Are you even trying? Don't just wait to die! Aena's eye, get up! You're softer than a sheep that's been beaten to death!”

Mennel gritted his teeth, bracing a hand against the bruise on his ribs where Alkain had slammed the pommel of a sword into him. They'd been at this for hours, and Mennel was getting no better. He knew by the fact that Alkain hadn't stopped yelling at him for even a second.

With every shouted word and hit down, Mennel's temper grew shorter. And at that last insult, he was done. He leaped to his feet. “What is with you?!” He launched himself forward. “I've had enough of this! You pushing me around, thinking I know nothing and you know everything!” He hammered the training weapon down on his mentor with relentless blows, and for once, Alkain remained silent, though Mennal didn't notice. “I'm meant to be some naturally amazing swordsman but I'm not and you keep rubbing it in! I don't know what I'm doing and you're not helping me! I'm getting no better!” 

But then he froze just as Alkain grabbed his sword arm, and pointed his own weapon straight at Mennel's neck. The young swordsman braced for an insult, but instead, a real, genuine, proud smile cracked Alkain's face. “Good.”

“Wh-what?” Mennel froze at the singular word.

But instead of responding, Alkain just tossed his weapon to the side and let go of Mennel, walking away, and then the young swordsman realized. That was the first time he'd watched Alkain leave while standing on his own two feet.

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“You said I was doing good! But you didn't change! You're still rude, and disrespectful, and you still just beat me into the ground! You didn't even tell me what I did good that time! You're an awful teacher! You hate me and I know it! You just want me to fail so you can return to your own damn comfortable lifestyle and let me die at the hands of that freak! All I want is to do what I'm supposed to do and get this damn prophecy off my shoulders! You don't care about anyone here! You just care about yourself! It's worthless trying to reason with you because none of this even reaches you since you don't care about me or what I have to say! You don't care about me, You don't care about Euania, or Oirwyn either! Because they helped me, they're going to die with me because I'm untrained and you'll just be happy when it happens!” 

But suddenly, Mennel stopped, his training weapon a single inch from Alkain's neck. The old soldier had just caught it before it hit him. He glanced at it, a little bit of surprise in his expression, but no emotion was more prominent than regret. “Alright. Kid, you think you've learned nothing? Then how come you beat me right here? Your sword is to my neck. You've won. And I'm an awful teacher. Sure, I'll admit that. But you still beat me because of my training. Sure, you can insult me right back, call me rude, or selfish, and that's all true. But don't you even dare say I don't care about them. Euania and Oirwyn are my life. They're the only reason I'm alive, and they're the only reason you're alive. And yes Mennel, contrary to what you believe, insults do hurt me.” And with that, he forced Mennel's weapon away from his neck and left.

Mennel hesitated for a second and then looked down at his hands. Had he really improved?

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Mennel leaned against the wall as he heard voices from within, not wanting to interrupt. But instead, he overheard Euania speaking with Alkain.

“How's training going?”

“Not exactly well. He doesn't like me, but that was to be expected. He's not a very good swordsman, and he needs a lot of work…” he trailed off.

“I can hear a but in that sentence Kain. What is it?”

“He needs a lot of work, but kid's got grit, I'll give ‘im that. He can deal with me yelling at him every day, not many can do that.”

Euania laughed. “So is he improving?”

“Yes. Slowly. But the thing is, I can only really get his true skill to show when I make him angry. That's been my tactic because both times he's blown up at me he's improved greatly. The first time his speed was too overwhelming, but he had no real defense, and when I targeted his defense with insults, he’s improved there so much that he beat me. Every time I insult him, he takes it to heart, but because of that, he changes. If it takes him hating me to keep that feisty little kid alive, I can take it, even if he does have a right nasty tongue.”

“Ha! Does he now? Sounds a bit like you!”

And this time, Mennel heard the smile in Alkain's voice. “Huh. I suppose it does.”

[nepalsaysrawr]

Meiker April Fools Recap (Y2K24 edition)

April 12, 2024

Alright, it's final. This year's limited-time April Fools special is now officially BENCHED, as just what tradition dictates! Ladies and gentlemen, may I present to you... THE TRAGIC TALE OF APRIL FOOLS PRANK #3, "THE PAYWALL"!

Last year, I had this idea for a paywall-themed prank, but I ditched it for a solitaire-themed prank, so this year, I decided to bring back this idea and give it a go. I created the "game" a few weeks before April Fools, where I had plans to upload it on March 31, but due to a birthday vacation, I wouldn't upload it until the time I went home on late April Fools day. I let it stay for almost 2 weeks, due to another sojourn (AGAIN!) before killing it off for good. Addio, my dear prank, we hardly knew ye.

Some screenshots of the darn thing (most of which were taken on the day it went live on the day after April Fools' Day)

This is how it appeared in the New Games section, aside from my pizza game, which thankfully is still up till this day.

It even landed a sunny spot on the Trending section and at some point made it to the first place. No wonder why everyone got themselves fooled in the first place. Sweet. Kekeke.

This, on the other hand was a pic of the description and tags. Yes, they were indeed the real-a deal.

Once hitting up that Play button, you'd be greeted with this thing. So if you were wondering why you'd need to pay a thousand dollars to play this thing and gain all those privileges, it was all nothing more than a weird ruse I concocted. In fact, this game even admitted it! Don't worry, I won't put future games under paywalls. My games are free and will always be free. On the other hand, you'll get to see the fuller version of the message down below, without watermarks this time:

As you can see here, I took some inspo from old infomercials to create this message, but with my own twists. I originally was going for a standard blue backdrop or a Frutiger Aero style, but went on with a galaxy-inspired look.

And now for the abosolute truth behind all this. All the items in the game were clones of the icon below which on the other hand were snuck behind the message with categories placed under the [fixed] tag.

But wait! How 'bout the icon for the game itself?

Yes, this was also the real deal just like the description, I'm not kidding. I only used a simple gradient I made, added in some text, and a doodle of Mei (the Meiker mascot for starters) as a police officer. Sometimes simplicity is the best policy.

And that's a wrap for this year's April Fools prank recap. Tune in next year for another exciting April Fools deal! Or hopefully!

[sharkpupsblog]

😈 Brand New Person ‼️ PART (5/6) Run for your life.

A Dark Riders and Dark Rider! Aideen! GN! Reader fanfic!

WOOO another silly part!!! I worked on this really late at night and edited it today and had such a fun time with it 😭 I had written so much incomprehensible stuff I couldn’t stop laughing at it 😭😭😭 I need to stop writing late at night so i won’t have any mistakes but that’s sadly when the inspo hits me 😔😔😔 I think the next part might be the last . I want to say it will be . But I’ve said that like 3 times now so 💀 also I put that reader is Aideen but it doesn’t really matter 🤭 I put it there bcs of the plot and bcs it would make sense for the Dark Riders to want u as an ally and do the whole plan thing . Other than the plot it really . Doesn’t matter. Sorry 😭💔 Anyways ty all for ur patience and enjoy!!! :D

Summary: After Katja tells you the truth you must run to survive.

Warnings: bl33ding wounds, talks of wounds, loss of bl00d and talks of it, horse in dangerous situation and dr0wning.

Your chest rose and fell rapidly as you struggled to breathe. Your breathing was quick and panicked your lungs couldn’t hold onto air for long making you feel lightheaded. Your footsteps echoed as you ran down the big halls of the oil rig. Your fear made the halls seem longer and darker. You almost tripped on air, but you managed to keep yourself on your feet thanks to your brain quickly reacting. You brain was ready for any obstacle that came your way. Adrenaline kept you alert, so you could survive. Blood dripped from your cuts and onto the floors of the rig leaving a trail behind. Thanks to the Adrenaline you weren’t feeling any pain. While it was keeping you alive it was also hiding a big secret. As you ran you felt like a wounded deer being chased by a wolf. Thanks to the trail you were leaving behind and the sounds of your panic the wolf was able to keep finding you. “You’re a fool! We gave you everything!” A spike of ice rose in front of you headed straight for your head. You let out a scream as the spike cut your earlobe when you dodged out of the way. “You were respected! Cared for! Loved! And you threw it all away!” Katja’s voice was everywhere you didn’t know where she was coming from. Her voice echoed in the halls of the rig it was impossible to know where she was. You couldn’t see her, but you knew she could see you. Due to the accuracy of the spikes she was sending your way you assumed she was nearby. Your heart made it harder for you to try and listen to where she was coming from. It beat loudly and it kicked at your ribcage. You felt like your body was going to give out soon. It was giving you its all in hope for survival. “Do you really think the Soul Riders will forgive you?!” Katja laughed, and her laugh echoed throughout the hall. “As soon as you arrive Anne will kill you! If I don’t kill you she surely will!” the woman summoned another spike. The spike was headed for your stomach you dodged it letting out a sigh of relief as you managed to dodge it just in time. You could see a light at the end of the hall. The light was coming from the stables you were almost there! You closed your eyes shutting them tight then you quickly opened them. You ran faster using all the strength left in your body to push yourself to go further. You were able to make it to the light quickly pushing the stable door open. Your horse neighed as you ran into the stables. Mortifa, Khaan and Arcebus neighed along with your horse everyone was startled by your sudden entrance. You calmed them all as quick as possible, so Katja wouldn’t hear them and find you. The corrupted starbreeds watched you as you rushed to your horse. “Listen to me” you panted “we need to get out of here now!” You opened the door to your horse’s stall walking into it, quickly leading your soul steed out. There was no time for tack you would have to ride bareback. “Where are you?!” You could hear Katja yell from outside of the stable. There was little time left she would figure out where you where soon by the trail of blood you left behind. You looked down to your wounds going wide eyed as some of the adrenaline wore off, and you started to feel pain. Your surprise didn’t end there. The floor was covered in your blood you were losing a lot of it. You hadn’t realized just how much you had been bleeding. You needed to get out and find a way to heal yourself quickly. You led your horse to the other doors in the stable. The doors led to the outside of the oil rig you clumsily undid the lock pushing the doors open. Your horse’s ears perked up as they heard you groan. You pushed past the pain, so you could get on their back. Your mount neighed looking to you seeing all your bleeding wounds. You held onto their mane letting out a huff as you started to feel lightheaded. “Run” you told your horse “run as fast as you can” you leaned against their neck. “Please” you begged them, and they neighed, lightly rearing to make you sit up before taking off into a sprint. You sat on your horse holding on as they ran through the oil rig.

The rig looked like a maze to you as you were starting to pass out. Your vision was blurry, and everything was spinning. Your hands managed to stay on your horse’s mane, but the rest of your body was slipping. Your horse neighed as they felt you slowly slip off. They bucked, and you slid back to where you were originally seated. Your smart mount wasn’t going to let you die today or ever. “Get them!” You could hear Katja yelling, but she sounded so distant like if she were miles away from you. The woman sent the workers of the rig after you. The clones scrambled to catch your horse, or to try and catch any of your limbs to be able to slip you off the steed. The workers didn’t have any luck and their stupidity angered Katja. The woman let out an angry scream raising her hand to create a giant wall of ice. Your horse neighed loudly, and they sped up. They wanted to try to jump the wall, but it was rising too quickly. Once your horse realized jumping wasn’t an option they came to a hard stop. The stop made you slide forwards causing you to hit yourself on their neck. The pain and the surprise of the hit woke you up giving you enough consciousness to realize what was happening. You were trapped Katja trapped you this was the end. You were going to die. If Katja didn’t kill you the blood loss sure would. You looked at the wall and then behind you seeing the rig workers approach you. Behind the workers stood Katja glaring daggers into you. She couldn’t wait to kill you and you knew she wouldn’t make it quick. You shivered in fear closing your eyes. Your eyelids felt heavy you couldn’t keep them open for long. Your horse turned around facing their back to the wall they snorted at the workers. You heard them bray at the clones their ears going back they weren’t going down without a fight. You let out a sob “it’s over” you let go of their mane slumping forwards “she caught us.” You gave up, but your horse wasn’t going to quit until you were both safe. You felt them tense, and you opened your eyes to see why. You saw your horse looking over the edge of the railing. The water below the rig formed huge waves. They crashed against the legs of the rig. The waves were headed to land. They were quick and strong enough to carry. Your horse whinnied throwing their head back, and you could see the plan formulating in their head. You had no other choice but to sit up and hug their neck as they slowly started to back up to the other railing. Katja knew what was happening right away, but before she could yell out orders your horse sprinted forwards. You closed your eyes hugging your horse tighter as they jumped over the railing. Workers reached out for your horse or for you, but none of them caught you. Your horse neighed, and you screamed as you both began falling down to the water. The fall wasn’t bad you had hope you would survive, but if you didn’t then death by gravity or drowning was definitely much better than whatever Katja had planned for you. The witch leaned over the railing watching as you and your horse dove into the water. She straightened up no longer leaning against the railing when you disappeared into the waves. The woman didn’t walk away though she continued watching. Katja saw the current take you and your horse deep underwater. The waves quickly swept you both away from the rig. The witch laughed there was no way you would both survive. She would have liked to kill you herself but whatever it didn’t matter. All that mattered now was that you were dying anyways.

When you and your horse were in the water you opened your eyes. You looked around seeing that the water was dyed red by your blood. You held your breath not wanting to drown, and you tried not to panic. Your arms went limp you could feel and see yourself slipping away from your horse. You watched as your horse swam upwards. You tried to follow them, but you were too weak. You couldn’t swim you couldn’t even try your body was too tired. It gave you its all on the oil rig it had nothing to give to you now. You panicked as you realized you were going to drown. You had tried to stay calm, but you couldn’t hold fear back any longer. Your panic caused you to try to breathe which made the situation worse. You held your throat as water went into your mouth and nose. You felt cold as liquid started to fill your lungs. You kicked weakly trying to swim but you couldn’t. You blinked, and when you opened your eyes your fear grew. Your vision was getting worse. With each blink you took everything around you got darker and blurrier. The last thing you saw was your horse swimming above you. When you blinked for the last time your body went limp it was starting to shut down. You were unable to open your eyes again. Your eyelids were too heavy your body denied you any movement, and your lungs got colder and colder as water filled them. This was the end.

TY FOR READING! :D

[a-case-of-the-ace]

Fic writer interview :D

Thank you @eoinmcgonigal for the tag!!

Welp let's see how this goes. I've been doing the writing thing for a little over two years, I think? Time has flown and I have done... little.

How many works do you have on AO3? 21.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count? 57,611. None of which have reached over the 12,000 mark.

3. What are your top 5 fics by kudos? Something, Old, New, Broken and Blue at number 1, followed by Something Precious, a Bold Beginning, My Soul Says Ouch and Match Made in Vain. The top 3 are for Stranger Things, and the 4th and 5th are for Mafia: Definitive Edition. I reckon the top ones are at the top mainly because they're a bigger fandom.

4. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? I do, I'm always so happy when I get them, but I worry I sound like a broken record. there's only so many ways to thank someone for reading and commenting, even though I'm overjoyed every time it happens.

5. What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending? Possibly Ready for Table for Doctor Who's The Two Doctors, since that doesn't end in a good spot for the main character, but the canon story has a good ending, so you know it's going to be ok. Probably Bon Appetit, for Mafia: DE, since it's a dark yandere cannabilism fic.

6. What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending? That's a tough one, most of mine have happy endings. Possibly My Soul Says Ouch, since the characters spend so long pining over each other before getting together? Also my only polyam fic, (or at least where it's not just implied) so 50% extra love?

7. Do you write crossovers? I haven't, none have really occurred to me. I don't usually read them either, but if it's done well, I'll read it.

8. Have you ever received hate on a fic? Not hate per se, but I did have one commenter who didn't like some things, and told me I could change things, and didn't need to stick to the canon. I quite liked my choices, though, and so did other kinder commenters. I do the fic for me, first and foremost.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Not in anything I've posted, but I'm currently writing a Galavant fic that has some, for angst reasons. I did have a tad in A Bold Beginning, but I danced around the subject so much that I don't think it counts. I'm ace, which I don't think helps much, I'm basing most of it off of what I've read.

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not that I'm aware of.

11. Have you ever had a fic translated? Nope. Wouldn't mind if someone did though.

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

13. What’s your all-time favourite ship? Mega tough one. Good Omens got me into it, but I haven't read much of them. Stobotnik, since I only watched the films for them? Two/Jamie? I read a lot of Johnlock, but that was ages ago. Geraskier? I think I just binge a ship and return to it if I really liked it. Depends if the ship's small or big, I guess.

14. What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will? I had a mermaid!Tommy au I tried to get going for a long while, but kept getting stuck on logistics. An omegaverse mafia fic, an angsty guilt fic, and even a fic for Forever (TV show from 2014). Plus a bunch of ideas that hit while I was writing something else, and I'd lost the fixation by the time I finished. There's still a few sticky notes with ideas in my phone, from inspo at work. I think I get a lot more ideas than I manage to write :(

15. What are your writing strengths? Beginnings. I love nothing more than going "Bang! Here's what's happening." Otherwise, I dunno what my strengths might be. Writing in full sentences for the first draft?

16. What are your writing weaknesses? Hanging on to the motivation to finish a fic. Not using a variation of the phrase "All they could do was hope." Nearly put that in thrice in three chapters by mistake, I'm sure it's getting old. Motivation for sure though, I miss the days when I was writing tropey one-shots, at least they were one and done.

17. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic? I haven't really had a need to do it, and would worry about formatting if I did. Closest I've had to this was a heavily accented character, but I didn't really know how to write an accent and so I didn't write it in. Not sure if I'd do it that way again, but it made it easier.

18. What was the first fandom you wrote for? Mafia: Definitive Edition. Wrote my first fic in one of my last year 12 math classes. Also the fandom that made me switch from looking at tumblr on Pinterest to actually being on tumblr. There wasn't enough content, so I had to go searching, and then make my own.

19. What’s a fandom/ship you haven’t written for yet but want to? Really want to throw my hat into the ring on Wez/The Golden Youth, from Mad Max 2, but the only ideas I have for them are really long. Other ones I've considered writing include Forever, Red Dwarf, Sportarobbie from Lazytown, Johnny/Reg from SAS Rogue Heroes and Jude/Cardan from The Cruel Prince.

20. What’s your favourite fic you’ve written? I'm really liking the Galavant fic I'm writing at the moment, mainly because it's shamelessly self-indulgent. Probably one of my Mafia fics, Chosen by the Life, Choking on my Love or Bring Me Home. It's been a while since I've read my own stuff, this has been a real trip down memory lane.

Desperately trying to remember people who write so I can tag them... I'm so bad at names, if I miss you I'm sorry. And I may not know you at all well so I apologise if you find this weird.

@feline-ranger @iiep-wop @lilies-in-a-vase @somethingaboutamagpie @ihni

[yyunari]

hi! i really love your works and i think you’re immensely talented so i wanted to ask if you have any tips for new writers like me? tysm have a good day / afternoon / night <33 ^_^

omg hi !! thank u for reading my works i rly appreciate this ! <3 ​in general writing its a lot of figuring things out as u go and everyone’s always learning more, but here r some tips i have ^_^

- there’s a book called ‘put the cat in the oven before you describe the kitchen’ and that title within itself is good advice. if u want to do smt to keep readers invested, write an action that will make them curious and want to know more (sort of like a hook from english class)

- u don’t need to use adjectives for everything ! this is something i still need to practice as well, but usually it’s better if u only describe things unusual or important to the story, because if u do too much it can come off as confusing and overwhelming

- as ur writing/editing make sure to think abt it from a reader’s pov ! of course as the writers we know what’s going on and it’s easy to answer any questions that pop up, but sometimes those answers aren’t clear to the audience. when i proofread im usually overly skeptical to make sure everything makes sense, and it also helps to have peers proofread as well ! im always here if any1 needs someone to proofread a fic :)))

- and of course also think abt how u feel abt what ur writing. if u don’t like the story ur telling and feel compelled to write something else, don’t feel guilty abt not finishing immediately! telling the story u want to tell ensures that the end product is something u will be proud of, and if u gain inspiration for that old story again u can always go back to it!

- make sure to write in whatever style feels natural and right to u, and try not to force a certain writing style !! it gets easy to compare urself to others but the more u try to force ur works to be or sound a certain way, the easier it is to lose motivation for writing. of course u will learn a lot of new techniques and strategies the more u read and write more, but those come naturally !

- following that, reading is very helpful for developing ur writing. it can help u find out what works for u and what doesn’t, and what u enjoy writing. bc if u enjoy reading smt chances are ur going to enjoy writing it as well!

- and my biggest piece of advice is to just write when u feel inspo hit, let urself write what feels right and once u come up with something ur proud of (and u should always be proud of what u write bc writing is extremely hard ! remember, each work u post is an accomplishment) post it. even if u look back on it in a couple years and feel embarrassed, it was a learning experience and it made u the writer u are .

sry this is kind of a lot and also most of it doesn’t rly make sense but i hope this helps ! and if anyone else has any writing tips they want to share reply with some <33