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lionhanie · 3 months

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boynextdoor playing minecraft! (ot6 hc)

what happens when boynextdoor starts a minecraft server?

word count: 1.2k i think

genre + warnings: crack LOL, cursing, written in lowercase, typos

a/n: this is so stupid LMAO. (i was playing mc earlier whos gonna match my freak)

reblogs ↺ + feedback always appreciated!

featuring… sungho as numberonecatdad! riwoo as LeeSanghyeok! (he didn’t know he was making his username when he made the account. literal full government name out there) jaehyun as myungj4e! taesan as GiantMountain! leehan as 212121_! woonhak as xxBlockBeastxx2006! (he made it in 4th grade. says he keeps the name for the nostalgia he doesnt know how to change it)

→ Join Server?

☆ sungho: the builder

i feel like sungho wouldn’t really be interested in playing mc “seriously” but BOYYYY get him into creative and he’s locking the hell in. ik he does NOT play when it comes to building The Ultimate Spruce Wood Base

he got sick of seeing jaehyun build dirt huts as shelter in their worlds so he took on the role of being the MAIN BUILDER… main vocal? yeah. main builder is his TRUE calling. but i genuinely think he’d be good at it LOL his attention to detail is insane

making entire mansions in survival except he doesn’t even collect the blocks himself. he just waits til people come home with them and he steals them for his builds

In the chat… numberonecatdad: who made this farm by my house 212121_: me and riwoo 212121_: y???? numberonecatdad: … LeeSanghyeok: wjats wrong with it :( numberonecatdad: it’s … so bad LeeSanghyeok: it took us 2 hrs to make btw 212121_: okay but it works numberonecatdad: HALF THE CROPS ARE TRAMPLED numberonecatdad: stay away. leave this to me

the next day its a full fledged farm. windmill in the background. beautiful fields of potatoes and wheat surrounded by a pretty fence. flowers adorning the whole thing. true masterpiece

☆ riwoo: the noob

i think he’s not really the type to play games like mc. like give him tiny tower or something and he’s at like 400 floors.. neko atsume? he got all the cats unlocked. but MINECRAFT? idk i feel like he’s just 🙂 when he plays bc he has no idea what’s going on

everyone will be off adventuring on their own.. minding their business.. and then there's a death message in the chat saying riwoo died to something so incredibly random. everyone is just like ??? bc wdym you died to a berry bush

the members think its so cute how he’s just… there for the ride! but they can’t help but mess around with riwoo because he is truly lost & blindly trusts everything they tell him bc he doesn’t know any better

In the chat… 212121_: riwoo stand right there LeeSanghyeok: why 212121_: ima show u a cool easter egg LeeSanghyeok: okie ^_^ LeeSanghyeok was squashed by a falling anvil. LeeSanghyeok: wat was the easter egg LeeSanghyeok: i dont get it xxBlockBeastxx2006: LKSJKJFHKJSnfd;sf GiantMountain: oh riwoo GiantMountain: if u left click u can pet the bees and they heal u LeeSanghyeok: rlly? thats cool i wanna try myungj4e: DONT DO IT LeeSanghyeok was stung to death. numberonecatdad: leave that poor boy ALONE

after that, riwoo learns to be cautious of the maknae line.... he just stays with sungho collecting flowers for his builds or lighting up the caves jaehyun explores and running from the mobs :,)

☆ jaehyun: the miner

jaehyun is definitely the type to go straight to mining when you start up a new world. the second everyone sees "myungj4e has just earned the achievement [Acquire Hardware]" they KNOW he's clocking into his full time job in the mines bye

it’s 30 mins in and he has half a set of diamond armor to his name and they’re like ?? bro we just started can you be fr rn… if any of the members ask for materials he won’t do it unless he’s getting something out of it (don’t tell anyone but he made riwoo a set of diamond tools when everyone is still using iron 😍 true romance i think)

lowkey everyone is convinced he has x-ray installed or something bc of how good he is at mining

In the chat… numberonecatdad: can i get three diamonds for a new pickaxe myungj4e: lmao NO myungj4e: wat do i get in return numberonecatdad: how do you live in a dirt shack and have diamond armor GiantMountain: embarrassing.... myungj4e: okay making fun of the less fortunate now??? numberonecatdad: ill build u a house if u give me diamonds myungj4e: k fine xxBlockBeastxx2006: OH BUT WHEN I ASK FOR DIAMONDS I DONT GET ANY

at the end of the day tho... he's lowkey a blessing bc if he's feeling nice enough he will hook u up with ANYTHING u need. the boys are spoiled w the way jae's chests are FULL of iron whenever they need it

☆ taesan: the fighter

unironically i think taesan would just be . oddly good at pvp. it’s like one of his random talents LOOOL "good at mc pvp" on his resume LOUD AND PROUD

like you load up into bedwars or something and he’s wiping out teams before you can even get yourself a proper set of armor. its lowkey attractive idk

in your survival world, he’s always instigating fights with the other members in hopes that they’ll want to fight. literally no one can kill him. he can probably 1v5 and still win

In the chat... myungj4e: WHO TOOK THE DIAMONDS FROM MY CHEST WHILE I WAS OFFLINE LeeSanghyeok: it was taesan GiantMountain: …what are u gonna do about it bro. huh. they’re mine now. myungj4e: bro that was like a full stack. it took me like 3 hours to get them. where the hell are you GiantMountain: why? you wanna fight for it? GiantMountain: whoever wins keeps the diamonds xxBlockBeastxx2006: oh ur cooked hyung myungj4e: OK DEAL myungj4e was slain by GiantMountain using Diamond Sword.

the way u can hear jaehyun RAGE through the dorm walls brings a smile to taesan's face bc he KNOWS he stays undefeated when it comes to pvp

☆ leehan: the troll

i think he’s similar to riwoo in the sense that he doesn’t rlly know whats going on but once they start their server you know DAMN well he’s looking up Top 15 BEST Ways To ANNOY Your FRIENDS in Minecraft! on youtube.,.. fucking loser (hearts in my eyes as i write this)

they’re usually harmless ones, like filling up jaehyun's chests with junk or renaming sungho's cat to something stupid like “Poopy Fart” or moving all of woonhak's cows from their pen

but ohh… if you piss him awf BADDD i think he would do some DIABOLICAL damage to the world. like imagine taesan is Also Trolling and he kills leehan before taking all of his stuff and running away into the distance. things would be quiet… too quiet…. until next thing u kno theres a whole trap waiting for taesan the second he walks into his house

In the chat… 212121_: taesan do u still have my fishing rod GiantMountain: ye lol 212121_: can i have it back GiantMountain: LMAO GiantMountain: no 212121_: i think theres a creeper in ur house GiantMountain: WHAT GiantMountain was killed by magic while trying to escape 212121_. numberonecatdad: LOOOOOOOOLLLLLLLLLLLLL GiantMountain: when the hell did you set that up 212121_: >:)

OKAY YES he spent 46 minutes following a tutorial on how to set up a death chamber full of the WORST potion effects ever ... but it worked so he's sitting at his monitor feelijng like an evil mastermind

☆ woonhak: the sweat

he is like the only one i imagined actually PLAYED minecraft growing up. he unironically enjoys watching minecraft streams too LMAO much like jaehyun, i think woonhak goes straight to mining in survival. except rather than /just/ mining, he’s literally trying to beat the game

he's usually off on his own doing something but ngl .. i bet he's a backseat gamer when he see's someone doing smth wrong. let's say he's out exploring w riwoo and he's falling SO FAR BEHIND he doesn't know how to sprint he will literally walk into his room to show him how to run

bro probably watched Ender Dragon Speedruns growing up idk i feel like he’s determined to beat the world record (he won’t, but he will definitely try)

In the chat... xxBlockBeastxx2006 has just earned the achievement [The End?] numberonecatdad: ? 212121_: ?? 212121_: is that what i think it is myungj4e: ../?//???? ? ??? LeeSanghyeok: wat is that LeeSanghyeok: whys the achievement purple GiantMountain: r u fr rn 212121z: LMAO tryhard alert... xxBlockBeastxx2006: yooo chill we can always respawn it dw myungj4e: HOW DARE U KILL THE ENDERDRAGON WITHOUT US myungj4e: UR FAKE AS HELL xxBlockBeastxx2006 has been banned from the server by myungj4e

woonhak doesn't talk to jaehyun for the rest of the night (he's unbanned the next day, but they force him to restart so he isn't absolutely STACKED)

taglist: @onedoornet @dongminz (ty saki for supporting me with my bonedo mc thoughts LMFAO) @gluion @icyminghao

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jamespottersdaisy · 1 year

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Gold Rush.

Remus Lupin x fem!reader

"You keep a manual on how to turn down a girl?"

"Do you really want to talk about other girls on our date? I mean, I am fine with it if that's what you want, but it's rather uncommon topic for dates."

based on a request.

warnings- literally nothing, this is just pure fluff.

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author's note- no use of y/n. i kinda like this but also don't? but i definitely enjoyed writing this. english is not my first language so beware <3

The weather was warm, and the Sun was hugging you under its heat. A light breeze would caress your hair occasionally, reminding you that you were still laying on the grass.

You should move under the tree’s shadow, but there was just something too peaceful about laying down on the green, so close to the lake that wouldn’t let you move an inch.

Your eyes were closed, sun lightening the pitch black under your eyelids. Your ears were focused only on the plashings from the lake. Your senses were relaxed, letting the serene sensation take over. You were blissfully oblivious to your surroundings.

Unfortunately, you could only ignore everything till one point. You could ignore the blaring screams, but you couldn't ignore the brooms whooshing next to your ears.

Your eyes fluttered open, brows furrowing in discontent. You narrowed your eyes to adjust them to sunlight and propped up on your elbows.

"Do you ever stop, Potter?" you yelled at James, who was soaring high in the sky. You heard him laugh before disappearing mid-air.

"He doesn't," a distant but familiar voice said.

You turned at it, watching Remus walk to you. His frustratingly long stature towered over you, blocking the Sun.

You exhaled, readying yourself for another identical conversation with him that you both craved and despised.

"Lupin," you offered him a tiny smile.

"May I?" he asked, but before you could reply he laid next to you. Sunlight gleamed in his amber eyes. Your smile grew as a counter to the irritation building up in your core.

"You already did."

"Is that a problem?" he asked with a sheepish smile, narrowing his eyes from the Sun.

It wasn't a problem with you; you enjoyed having Remus close. The problem was something entirely else that you abhorred to even think about.

"I don't mind."

"What were you doing out here alone?"

You sat up and involuntarily stroked the grass, all while Remus watched you, laid down with one palm under his head. You were conscious of his gaze all of a sudden.

“I liked the weather today. So here I am,” you said, suppressing the urge to fix the skirt of your dress.

“You look nice,” he cleared his throat. You caught him glancing at your bare legs before averting his eyes to the lake.

You hated the red rose blossoming in your chest after his mere compliment. You reminded yourself that you are not the only girl that dressed nice today.

“Thanks,” you said, not letting yourself dwell in racing thoughts., “What were you guys doing?”

“Nothing of importance. Sirius and James wanted to play Quidditch.”

You looked around, finding James and Sirius easily. They were loudly laughing and screaming at something in the sky.

“Where’s Pete–”

“With his girlfriend, I wager,” Remus cut you off, “I don’t know where he is actually. I just came here when I saw you were alone.”

You cursed at the butterfly in your stomach. He only put several words next to each other and here you were, chasing after your heart that took off the moment his voice mingled in the air. Still, you didn’t let his words stammer yours.

“Did you need something?”

Remus stared into your eyes. You stared back.. His eyes were screaming the words your ears were refusing to listen.

“Yeah, no,” he chuckled dryly, “Just wanted to see you.”

‘Why?’ you wanted to ask.

Sometimes you thought maybe you knew why; maybe the echo in your heart was right. But then you would notice how many other boys and girls also looked at him the way you did and you would listen to the echo in your mind instead.

You hummed and attempted to change the topic.

“Why are you guys in the school today? No Hogsmeade?”

“James and Sirius have detention,” Remus said, watching you observe the lake as if it was the most magnificent thing you had ever laid your eyes on.

“For what?”

“For blowing up all Slytherin students’ potions that were brewing.”

“Why would they even do that?” you laughed. A frog jumped out of the water.

“I think I heard them say they were bored.”

“And now you’re stuck here because of them.”

Remus shrugged.

“It’s alright. I like it here more.”

You turned your head at him, noticing him gazing at your face.

You reminded yourself you shouldn’t let his intense gaze or implicit allusions confuse you.

He was Remus, “the Casanove of Gryffindor Tower”, Lupin.

Everybody wanted him. How could they not?

His soft, pink lips, perfect nose and messy brown hair were the first things that would alert the attention. His chestnut-coloured eyes with a fey glisten would emulate his whimsical smile, making it impossible to look away. The outworn jumpers would always compliment his hair, resulting in such a sight that a butterfly would slip right into your chest. Whenever he would chuckle, you would fight with the yen for smiling at the sound of his laugh.

And the scars.

Your friends would sometimes say they were Remus’s only flaws, which you would scoff at. You adored his scars. You loved the way they contrasted with his perfection, yet still unable to outshine it. You loved the way they dazzled under the Sun and darkened under the shadow.

He was beautiful, unblemished and gorgeous. And you wanted him.

You wanted him, but you were not the only one wanting him.

So many other girls would stare at him in the hallways; some even would confess their feelings for him. Remus would turn them down kindly but would flirt his way out if needed. Thus, you never gave your thoughts and ardour enough power to befog your mind with hopes.

You didn’t guess why he would smile at you, dressing his words with a charm that would turn your heart upside down. You didn’t guess why he would flirt with you but would refuse to talk to you explicitly. You didn’t ask. You never reacted to his flirtatious words and smiles, refusing to acknowledge them. You simply convinced yourself that he was doing the same thing with everyone. Who wouldn’t if they had his charm?

“I like it here, too. It’s peaceful.”

He hummed and stretched out his unoccupied hand. You watched him get up on his feet, his hand still offering something to you. You accepted it. A daisy caressed the skin of your palm.

“Do you care for a walk, dove?

“Why so formal?” you chuckled as you took his hand, letting him help you to stand. The daisy was between your two fingers, twirling around.

“It makes up for my charm.”

“Ah yes,” you rolled your eyes,”your famous charm.”

“Famous? I wouldn’t say–”

“Oh, please, Remus. We know you’re enjoying the attention.”

Remus’s smirk put a smile on your lips, welcoming the same butterflies you shunned a few moments ago.

“It does flatter me,” he said, “Why? Does it bother you?”

Oh, it did bother you.

It boiled your blood that you weren’t the only one whose skin was on fire from Remus’s touch. It annoyed you that you weren’t the only one infatuated with his smile. It irked you beyond comparison that you weren’t the only one getting flustered from his drawling but warm tone.

“Of course not,” you shook your head, straightening your back.

“That’s good. I wouldn’t want you to be bothered by me.”

“I am not,” you reassured, “except the times you’re reading your book loudly.”

You were not necessarily alone in this matter. Some days in the middle of your studies, you would get distracted by Remus’s voice, unable to comprehend any word on the pages.

“Library is for reading,” he shrugged, watching the twirling daisy between your fingers.

“Library is for reading silently.”

“I don’t scream, do I?”

He grinned at your scoff, stopping in his tracks.

“So, listen,” his smile ebbed a bit into something jittery. “I wanted to ask if you’d like to–”

“Remus!”

Your focus left Remus’s voice, changing direction to a feminine voice from a few steps away.

“Here you are!” she said, smiling as wide as her mouth went.

Lacey Green.

You’ve seen her multiple times next to Remus, smiling wide, stroking his arm or tilting her head as she was talking. She was an objectively attractive girl, successful in her studies and surely popular in her house, Hufflepuff.

But for some reason, you didn’t like her.

Maybe it was the way she would always beam, or maybe it was she would call Remus’s name.

“Hey, Lacey,” Remus greeted her, visually disappointed at getting interrupted.

“Oh, were you busy?” she asked innocently after throwing you a mere glance.

You suppressed the urge to roll your eyes. You were there, weren’t you? It shouldn’t have been that hard to take a guess.

“I–” Remus looked at you for a moment, turning back to Lacey. “We were just talking.”

“Would it be all right if I borrowed him?” she asked you, smiling as she linked arms with Remus, almost ready to leave.

You arched a brow at Remus, ignoring the annoyance luring under your skin. He looked at you, clearly weighing his options.

“It won’t be long,” he said.

Lacey let out a small chuckle, dragging Remus away.

Remus didn’t come back that day.

Professor Slughorn could be a total menace sometimes. As if the five pages long essay weren’t enough, you needed to brew a potion. Fortunately, you managed to complete everything, albeit you were now sleep-deprived.

Someone needed to tell this man that his subject was not the only subject being taught in Hogwarts.

“Don’t you look nice?” you heard your friend’s sarcastic tone as you sat beside him.

“How do you even look decent?” you asked Tom, looking at his combed hair and perfect attire in awe. “You and I both did that homework together.”

“No. Your dumbass was up until five in the morning. I was dreaming about flying cats in my bed at that hour.”

You grunted, rubbing your temples to soothe the ache. "I hate potions."

"That makes two of us," Tom announced, making you wince at his tone. “If I don’t get a nice twenty points from this, I will start strangling professors in their sleep.”

"You're a bit loud, Tom."

"Button it. Your man is here."

You looked where Tom was pointing, observing a group of four boys entering the classroom. Your eyes found Remus almost immediately.

He was walking up to his partner– Lacey– while joking with his friends. His brown eyes caught yours, offering you a wide smile.

You merely nodded and turned back to Tom, who had an extremely mocking expression on his face.

"What?”

“You’re acting like you’re not going to giggle and blush just because he smiled at you,” he smirked. “You can’t fool me. I know you too well.”

When you rolled your eyes instead of giving Tom a reply, he continued.

“He still hasn’t approached you?”

“No. I bet on my last galleon that he’s probably forgotten about it.”

Tom made a noise in his throat to let you know he wasn’t appreciating Remus’s behaviour, either.

You didn’t mind that much; you were used to it. You were used to being the centre of Remus’s attention for a moment and being totally forgotten the next day. It was simply how it had been working for quite some time now.

It would be a lie to say it never bothered you because it did.

You hated how Remus would occasionally let you soar in the sky with joy, only to crush your wings afterwards. You were sure he wasn’t even aware of what he was doing. For him, you were simply another girl that fancied him.

You stopped the train of thoughts in your mind before they dived deep, focusing on the starting class. Focusing on the class instead of Lacey’s impossible-to-ignore laugh.

As much as you wanted to prevent Lacey and Remus’s dynamic partner relationship from getting into your head, under your skin and leaving a bitter taste in your mouth, your ears wouldn’t stop hearing.

Apparently, Remus had good humour. He must be given the noises arising from his desk.

And he had finished his potion yesterday, too. Lacey made sure the whole class knew that.

You were messing up with your potion; you knew that. And you did feel guilty that Tom was clearing up the mess you’ve been making, but you were tired. People needed to cut you some slack.

You were half into the lesson when you felt shivers next to your ear.

“Psst.”

Remus’s warm breath hovered over your jawline as you refused to acknowledge him. How did he even get here?

“I have to ask you something.”

“Mr Lupin, what are you doing there?” Slughorn’s tone almost put a smile on your lips. Almost.

“I’m just borrowing some ingredients from this sweet lady.”

“Stop flirting and be quick then.”

You heard Remus’s ‘Yes, sir,’ and felt him nod before feeling his breath again.

“I don’t have any ingredients.”

“Didn’t ask, dove. I came here for something else.”

“You lied to a professor.”

“Will you come to Hogsmeade with me this weekend?”

Your heart dropped to the ground or maybe skipped a beat; you weren’t capable of telling the difference. Your mind let the words sink in before raising questions behind your eyes.

“What?” you turned to Remus, stepping away from him, from an almost nonexistent distance.

“Will you come to Hogsmeade with me this weekend?” Remus raised his voice, thinking that you didn’t hear him well. His change in tone attracted a few heads to the conversation.

“Why?”

Remus parted his lips, readying an answer for you. You watched him falter for a moment.

“Because I’d love you to?”

You winced at his explanation. “That’s not an answer.”

If it was some other time, you would smile at his confusion and ineptness.

“I think it’s a good answer.”

“No, it’s not.”

“Yes, it is.”

“No, it is not!”

“Yes, it is, I want you to let me take you out on a date.”

“A date?!” you blurted out, eyes widening.

You knew Remus could be awkward sometimes, but you didn’t guess he sucked at proper communication.

You couldn’t even comprehend that your heart fastened or that your pupils dilated, or that your fingertips went cold. Your mind was rounding around the word ‘date’ out of Remus’s lips.

“Mr Lupin! Please take your flirtatious nature and get back to your desk!”

Remus nodded at the professor but didn’t budge, still waiting for your answer. You, on the other hand, were extremely conscious of the looks fixated on you by the students.

“Mr Lupin, I will not repeat myself!”

Remus sighed, raising his eyebrows at you before returning to his desk. You shrugged at Tom’s questioning expression before focusing on the liquid before you.

Your head was throbbing at the end of the lesson, sleeplessness mingling with irritation somewhere in your temple, letting you know that the ache was not leaving anytime soon.

“Damn, you’ve been so helpful today,” you heard Tom from your left.

“Cut me some slack, come on.”

“Yeah, my apologies. I forgot that you were running on pure caffeine.”

“I love you, Tom, I really do,” you turned to him,”but please shut up.”

“It’s official, you’ve gone crazy,” he said, packing up his things. “I’ll let Mr Lupin handle your headache today.”

Without letting you a moment to ask what was going on, Tom nodded to you and someone behind you before leaving the class. You turned away to call after him, but Remus’s towering frame stopped you.

You watched him sit next to you with indifferent eyes.

“I heard you had a headache.”

Hearing his voice tingled your inside, but you stayed stone-cold on the outside.

“It was a disturbingly loud class today.”

He let out a chuckle. You liked when he did that, but it was neither the time nor the place to think about that.

“I didn’t notice. I guess constantly being with Sirius and James had made me immune to their hullabaloo.”

“Oh, it wasn’t James and Sirius, don’t worry.”

“No?”

“No.”

“Then I must be very caught up in my work.”

You scoffed, trying to sound free from sarcasm. “I doubt that. You and your partner were the loudest ones.”

“Ha, sorry about that,” he said, and you marvelled at his bad social skills one more time. “I asked you a question earlier.”

“What question?”

Your heart may be having a race inside of your ribcage, but you weren’t going to let Remus see it.

“Will you go to Hogsmeade with me?”

“Yeah, sure. I love visiting Hogsmeade with my friends.”

You enjoyed the sight before you; Remus bouncing his leg up and down, averting his eyes around with your every word.

“No. I mean as a date.”

Here was that word, again, placing itself in your mind, mocking every thought you had ever had. It didn’t feel right. It didn’t feel right that Remus was asking you out on a date.

“Why?” you asked, without intending to.

“Why?”

You adored Remus’s wrinkled brows and confused face.

“Yeah, why?”

“I’d like to spend time with you?”

“We are spending time.”

“I don’t want to spend time with you as friends. That’s the whole point of a date.”

In the next two seconds, you lost control of your lips, voice and tongue. That could be the only explanation for your reply.

“So you want to spend time not as friends?”

“See, now you’re getting it,” he said with a gentle smile. The wrinkles around his lips captured all your attention, leaving you no choice but to give in.

“Alright. I’ll go on a date with you.”

You didn’t know how the week came by, you had lost all your sense of time. You were sure you got ten points from Potions; you remembered Tom’s complaints about the points not being enough. You were also sure another girl confessed to Remus her feelings, but he refused kindly; you had heard her weep in the bathroom.

It was finally Saturday, and you were dressed up for your…date.

It felt surreal like you were being delusional, which you were sure was not the case. It wasn’t like you didn’t see yourself worthy of a date with Remus, it was that you had convinced your mind and heart that he didn’t see you; that his flirtatious comments and smiles were nothing.

You were standing in the yard, your arms swinging around your waist as you waited for Remus. Several students were also hanging out near the train for Hogsmeade, while others were seated inside. You saw him make his way to you, offering you a genuine smile.

“Did I keep you waiting?”

“Oh, no, I just got here,” you said, shaking your head reassuringly. Your eyes roamed his attire, but the only thing they lingered on was his smile, or lips?

“Moony never keeps anyone waiting!”

You frowned in confusion, watching James get on the train. Sirius and Peter followed him, Sirius saluting you. You turned to Remus, your eyebrows raising.

Was this what he had in mind when he said date? If it was, this was a whole new level of social awkwardness.

Remus chuckled at your expression, his eyes narrowing in amusement. “They are not going to be with us, no need to worry.”

Relief washed over you as you couldn't stop your smile, happy that he wasn’t that awkward.

“I don’t know. You four are like a package deal.”

“Not on dates,” he said, “But I had to get them out of my hair when I told them I was going on a date with you.”

Remus offered you his hand as you got on the train as well, walking ahead to find an available roomette.

“Why? Did they mock?” you asked, curiosity tickling your stomach.

“Of course not. What is there to mock?” oh, so did this mean he wasn’t going on a date for a prank? “They simply teased me for it. You know I don’t do this often.” but on another thought, Remus was too good to take out someone for a prank.

“Ah, yes. Why don’t you, though?”

You two finally found a place to sit, Remus closing the door. He sat before you as you chose to place yourself next to the window. You watched Remus lean in and put his elbows to his knees.

“Why don’t I go on dates?”

“Uh-huh”

“Why should I?”

“Because…” you frowned for a moment, not sure what to say. “I don’t know. I asked the question.”

Remus shrugged, his eyes moving to your lips for a moment. “There’s no one to go with.”

You let out a scoff, followed by a genuine laugh. “Are you kidding? A girl was crying in the bathroom because you refused her this week..”

Remus’s eyes widened, his mouth opening a bit. “She was crying? I thought I turned her down kindly. I even made sure to touch her shoulder and give her a smile.”

You make an amused face at him.

“You keep a manual on how to turn down a girl?”

“Do you really want to talk about other girls on our date? I mean, I am fine with it if that’s what you want, but it's a rather uncommon topic for dates.”

Your heart warmed at his words, but you shrugged, hiding the stars behind your eyes.

“I simply asked a question.”

“No, I usually come up with something at the moment. Why? Do you keep a manual on how to turn down boys?”

“I don’t get love confessions as often as you do.”

“That’s unreasonable.”

“Why?”

“You’re beautiful.”

You didn’t let the pounding in your chest get in the way of your words or your wit. Remus smiled as you started speaking.

“Beauty isn’t everything.”

“That still doesn’t change the fact that you are beautiful.”

“Stop using your irritatingly charming words on me to impress me. It won’t work.”

“That was extremely rude, but I'm glad that you find me charming.”

You arched a brow at his cheeky smile. “I said words, not you.”

“My words represent me.”

You glared at his entertained beam, knowing that you had just let your lips offer the biggest lie you’ve ever said. His words did impress you. They impressed you to the point that your cheeks were on fire, and your palms were sweating. He and his words got you all flustered.

After only a few seconds, you felt the muscles around your mouth create a smile, turning into a burst of laughter after Remus’s consistent beam blazing through you.

“I almost thought you were incapable of laughing,”

“That was just your incompetence at making me laugh.”

The few hours went like seconds as you two enjoyed every corner of Hogsmeade. Remus took you to Madam Puddifoot’s tea shop at first, but you eventually got bored. You wandered around in Honeydukes and almost got kicked out of Zonko’s Joke Shop.

Who would want to buy frog spawn soap when you can get nose-biting cups?

“They are easy to get rid of!” Remus defended his choice, his hands moving around with his every change in tone. “Frogs, on the other hand, are a nightmare! Trust me, I know.”

“Of course you do. You had experience with every item in the shop, it was scary,” you said, moving his hand before your face as you two were walking in the Hogsmeade streets. Who knew Remus Lupin was a gesticulating person?

“Exactly. I am more experienced, So the soap was the better choice.”

“But nose biting hurts more!” you turned to him, your voice getting high-pitched.

“Sweet, innocent girl…” Remus shook his head, stopping in his tracks, “If you want the target person to suffer, you have to hurt them emotionally, not physically. It is torture to try to get rid of all the frogs without hurting them.”

You groaned in annoyance but let Remus put his arm around your shoulder as he chuckled.

“You’ll learn, don’t fret. I am a great teacher.”

By the time it was dark, you had learned that Remus didn’t like fish, and he didn’t have a favourite colour. You also discovered that no matter how much he wanted to seem brave, he didn’t like spiders. You now knew that his hands were soft and gentle, albeit they had small scars on them. You knew it because he was now holding your hand as you two were slowly returning back to the train. You also knew purebloods had a laughable notion of the muggle world.

“Barbies?”

“James thinks only perverts would want to have a small version of a woman in their hands.”

You laughed loudly, closing your eyes. You didn’t see Remus’s long glance at your laugh.

“What about lava lamps?”

“They would probably ask if they can drink it.”

“It does look delicious.”

“It looks like lava.”

“There are people who want to taste lava.”

Remus scoffed, making a face at you. “No, there isn’t.”

When your expression didn’t budge, he nodded firmly. “There is.”

“Yes, there is. What about...can opener? They’ve never used it before, no?”

“Only once. We were trying to open a can of worms, and Sirius pitied the muggles that they had to come up with things like this to open a can.”

“A can of worms? Worms?” you crunched up your face in disgust. “What would you even need it for?”

“For fishing! What else?” Remus was smirking, despite his words. You were smart enough to know the meaning behind the smirk, so you glared at him. He shrugged, “Barty Crouch’s birthday was coming, and the Marauders are kind boys.”

“Aha, you sure are,” You chuckled, nodding several times in sarcasm. “What about eyelash curlers?”

Remus stayed silent for a few seconds. “It curls eyelashes?”

“You don’t know what that is either, don't you?”

“I have no idea.”

You giggled, greeting another boy with your head as you were close to the train. You turned to Remus, opening your eyes wide.

“Look at my lashes,” you pointed at them with your finger, stepping a bit close so Remus could see clearly. “I made them with an eyelash curler.”

Remus narrowed his eyes, leaning in. “They’re just lashes.”

You sighed in disapprovement and pulled back. “For you, maybe. I spend quite some time on their happiness, though.”

“I never do.”

“And yet you have more gorgeous lashes than I do. It’s not fair.

You felt a hand on your chin.

Your heart jumped in your chest when Remus’s fingers turned your head to him, pushing your chin up. You felt anticipation and confusion run in your veins, messing with your heart and mind. Something burst into flames when he leaned in, breathing against your lips.

“What are you–”

“Admiring your lashes,” Remus said, so casual that you almost thought you were delirious for getting jittery and impassioned. “Yours are way more beautiful.”

“Thank you,” you said, grateful that you managed to voice the words. You felt intoxicated by the lack of distance, golden sparkles rushing around your soul.

Your heart took a pace when Remus’s eyes lowered to your lips.

“You’re not looking at my lashes, Remus,” you whispered, offering him a way out. A way out if he decided that he made a mistake, if he thought that he didn’t actually want this.

“I know, I’m admiring your lips now,” he drawled.

His tone erased everything around you from your mind. The people, the street signs, the footsteps and casual laughter among friend groups. You were lost in his voice and taking shelter in that one warm breath that hit your lips.

“Let me kiss you,” he whispered.

The four words poured cold water over your body, lit a fire in your heart, and starved your lips.

You closed your eyes and parted your lips slightly.

“Kiss me.”

You felt Remus’s thumb graze your lower lip, his other hand caressing your hand, intertwining them. You tightened your hold on his hand, pulling yourself closer to him.

He leaned in, his nose on your skin, his lips ready to crash into yours.

“Remus!”

You pushed yourself away, the heat of your cheeks visible under the street lights. Remus frowned, averting his head to the voice. He didn’t let go of your hand, holding it tightly as if he was going to lose you if he did.

You steadied your breathing and heart as the voice walked up to you.

Anger sent white and red flames down in your core, your heart screaming in annoyance when you saw Lacey’s bright smile getting closer and closer. As usual, she wasn’t even looking at you and wasn't acknowledging your feelings.

“Lacey?” Remus asked. You could pick up the complaining tone in his voice.

“What a nice surprise. I thought you weren’t gonna be in Hogsmeade today.”

“I said I was going to be with someone else,” Remus said, his voice kind but firm.

Only then, Lacey glanced at you, her smile growing even more.

“What are you two doing here?”

You didn't reply, knowing that if you did, there was no way you could be kind. Thankfully, Remus did.

“Just hanging out.”

At that moment, you wished that you replied to her. Just hanging out? Like friends? Like mates? The way James hung out with Sirius? The way you hung out with Tom?

You felt annoyance itching your skin, your throat aching from the rude words building up in it. You pushed your hand back from Remus. Of course, Lacey noticed it. Her eyes peeked at your hand for a quick moment; it would be impossible to catch it if you weren’t already glaring at her eyes.

“I hope I didn’t interrupt something…?”

That was the last drop that your patience could hold.

“Is there something you need?” you asked, your manner being the exact opposite of Remus’s.

“Oh…no, actually. I simply wanted to say hi.”

“Well, Hi. Goodbye.”

You were now contemplating if you would be sent to Azkaban were you to strangle the girl.

She smiled, turning back to Remus.

“Your friend must be tired, Remus. You accompany her to the train, I’ll see you later,” she beamed, turning on her heels back to her friend group after earning a nod from Remus.

You started walking, an uncomfortable silence lurking in between your hands. You’re irritated, not only with Lacey but also with Remus. Thus, when he attempted to hold your hand again, you didn’t let him.

You didn’t acknowledge any of his attempts to get you to talk or react until you were sitting face-to-face in a roomette on the train.

“I thought this was a date,” you broke the silence at last, alerting Remus’s focus in a second.

“It is, dove–”

“Then, why didn’t you say that to her?”

“To whom? Lacey?” Remus asked, his eyes confused and his voice surprised.

“Who else?”

“Because it is…none of her business?”

“What?” your brows drew together in annoyance. “Remus, are you blind?”

“No?”

“She likes you!”

Remus scoffed, shaking his head several times. He leaned back to his heat, a mocking smile greeting you on his lips.

“She doesn’t. I would know if she did.”

“Remus, she can’t be any more obvious.”

“No, dove. She’s just a partner.”

“She just interrupted us when we were in the middle of something!” you threw hands, trying your best to make him understand.

“Yes, but-” Remus started but shut his lips for a moment to think. He exhaled. “I would know if she did.”

“And how do you know it exactly?”

“When I get a confession?”

You groaned in your seat, turning to observe the road from the window instead. You marvelled at his communication skill. It made your blood boil, all while confusing you about what kind of words you should choose to speak to him.

“Are you angry with me?”

“Why did you ask me out on a date?” you blurted out, determined to get what you wanted from him this time. This time you weren’t going to let his social ineptness and bad charm with words prevent you from him. “You said you didn't go on dates often, so why did you go with me?”

Remus’s forehead wrinkled, his mouth readying to talk. When he did, his tone was like he was speaking the most obvious truth, the most casual conversation. You, on the other hand, felt like he was opening the locked door to your mind, welcoming the warmth in your heart.

“Because I fancy you.”

You let his words’ affection embrace you, relieving your every troubled thought, reviving your every buried hope.

“You fancy me?”

“Wasn’t that obvious? I was always smiling at you, trying to talk to you, flirting with you, hopping in every opportunity where I could have you close.”

You smiled at him, butterflies invading your stomach. “You didn’t confess, though.”

“Yes, I know–” Remus stopped himself, his words coming to a halt. Something lit up in his eyes, his expression changing into realisation. “Oh, I see.”

You chuckled to yourself, waiting for him to get everything together.

“Maybe she wasn’t just a partner, after all,” he whispered, still taking something in.

“For someone who holds all of Gryffindor's hearts, you sure are a bit of an idiot.”

Remus’s eyes changed, his brown darkening, his voice lowering. “You’re wrong.”

“What?”

“I don’t want all of Gryffindor’s hearts,“ He leaned in closer, holding your hands. “I want yours.”

The walls of your heart crumbled down, opening their gates to his smile, voice, touch. His affection sneaked into the darkest parts of your mind, soothed the strongest fires in your soul. You let all the voices disappear, trusting your heart to only Remus’s words.

“Remus…” you smiled, your eyes lowering at your linked hands. “But you already have it.”

Before you could grasp the emptiness in your hands, you felt Remus’s hands on your face. They pulled you in, letting Remus put his lips on yours.

Your lips burned up at the feeling of his lips, your breath taken away from your lungs. His touch both killed you and revived you, both burning you up and drowning you down.

A few seconds were enough for you to return the kiss, devouring his soft and warm lips. You felt his hands go down from your face to your arms, tracing all the way back to your fingers. Goosebumps rose from your body, contrasting your cold fingers with your on-fire chest.

All your jealousy, anxiety, insecurity left your mind, body, soul as Remus smiled against your lips, breaking the kiss only to put his forehead on yours.

“I’m sorry I didn’t ask for you to let me kiss you this time.”

“There is no explanation you can give that will convince me,” James shook his head, taking a bite from a sandwich he had stolen from the kitchen. “There is no way a normal person enjoys having a small body in their hand.”

“Little children play with it, Potter,” you said, smiling at the sound of Remus’s laugh above your ears. You, your boyfriend and his friends were scattered across the Gryffindor common room, conversing about Barbie dolls.

Remus had you under his arm, your head placed on his chest. You could feel his occasional kisses on your hair or the way he would lean his cheek on your head. You weren’t complaining, you enjoyed having him close.

“They even play with them?!”

“I will get you a Barbie doll on your birthday, Prongs,” Sirius said.

“You can’t even find your way in Trafalgar Square.”

“That’s only because there are a lot of muggles there, Wormtail.”

You smiled at your situation, listening to the boys banter about something that you didn’t remember anymore.

You were happy. Remus had made sure that you were happy for the last week since your kiss. You smiled at the memory of him bringing you food, helping you with your homework, and staying late with you because you didn’t feel like sleeping. He had put a distance between himself and Lacey. You loved her face when Remus stepped back so she wouldn’t hug her.

“What’re you thinking about?” Remus whispered in your ear, making you smile with affection at him. You raised your head to him, watching his messy brown locks hug his forehead.

“You look nice today.”

He grinned, bringing his hand from your stomach to your chin. He put a sweet but longing kiss on your lips before making use of his voice. “You look nice every day.”

I have no idea if this is ooc Remus, but I don't think it is. Let me know if it is.

Thank you for reading! Please share your thoughts so I know if I did a good or not.

Anyways. Stay safe, love you guys <3

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heeliopheelia · 1 year

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"everything reminds me of you and it's driving me insane" (jay x fem! reader)

genre: smut word count: 0.7k requested by @forjongseong ♡

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!

a/n: the last fic for the event!! i had so much fun guys, will definitely do it again once we hit another milestone!! nana babe i'm sorry it took me so long 🤍

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The floor is already drenched when Jay pulls out his thick fingers out of you. Letting go of his firm grip on your hips, he pulls away slightly to smirk at your trembling thighs as you struggle to keep yourself up on your feet.

"Fuck!" You gasp breathlessly, fingers clutching on the edge of the marble kitchen counter for your dear life.

If somebody told you that this is how the party would end – with your ex boyfriend fingering you stupid in the apartment that the two of you used to share together, you doubt you'd ever believe them... Or maybe you would?

With the way your heart increased three times on its pace when you first saw Jay after almost half a year of being deprived from his ridiculously handsome face – it's actually quite obvious you'd bend to every will of the man you're still shamefully in love with.

Even though you were the one who initiated the break up in the first place.

"Couldn't wait to get my hands on you, sweetheart," Jay mutters, closing the distance between the two of you again and grabbing you by your waist to pull you flush to his clothed bulge.

"Oh, really?" You scoff quietly, fingers brushing the sweaty hair away from your forehead as you turn your head to him over your shoulder. "Could've fooled me with this bitch hanging on your neck the entire night."

"No need to be so jealous. She could never be you," he chuckles underneath his breath and before you know his pants and underwear are dropped to the floor and he rubs his hard cock over your swollen folds. You moan simultaneously when he finally slides it inside of you, bottoming out slowly. Jay's knees feel as if made of cotton when he feels you clenching around him and now he's damn sure that you were literally molded just for him. "Missed this pussy so much," he breathes out, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

He's got you caged in between his arms and the counter as his deep thrusts rock your body into the cold surface. You're already dizzy from the two previous orgasms you've had couple minutes before, and now as you listen to his ragged breaths into your neck, all of your senses are completely blocked out in the favor of him.

The way he fucks you is so messy, so needy and it's thrilling and it's so Jay that you can't help but let your tongue run loose and spill your guts to him right then and there.

"There hasn't been a day that I didn't think about you. Everything reminds me of you and it's driving me insane. Even that stupid orchid I've seen on my way back home in a flower shop today," you confess breathlessly, voice stuttering with every thrust of his. Jay immediately catches the reference to your second date when he bought you the pink flower you desired so much. "We were so good together, weren't we, Jay?"

He groans, grabbing your hips a little firmer. "Shit, that we were, sweetheart."

Your abused hole squelches and drips after each time he bottoms out and you let out a whimper, body draping over the counter as you grip the wooden cupboard with your shaky hand. The sound only spurs him on to fuck you even harder, better, his eyes clenching tightly as he relishes in your small whines of his name. His fingers dig into the plush of your hips as he draws his body into you from behind, panting loudly and pushing you even further into the counter.

When your walls tighten nearly painfully around him, that's when he knows your third orgasm begins to build up. He snaps his hips faster and with you calling his name over and over again, you eventually let go and feel the hot pleasure swallow your tired body again.

It's impossible for him to last any longer with you falling apart before him, your doughy cunt throbbing around him mercilessly, and Jay cums hard, body slouching on top of yours as he holds you tightly with face pressed to your neck.

And maybe, just maybe you're not the only one who's been having a hard time moving on from your irrational decision all these months ago.

And you're sure of that when you feel his arms turning your body around, eyes looking softly into yours before he pulls on your chin and plants a hungry kiss on your wet lips.

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spicyyy-muffin · 2 years

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Scare kink, size kink, this is literally pure smut please be warned. 18+

“catch me if you can”

i pressed my walkie on its specific channel to ghost.

“you’re an idiot y/l/n” he spoke through the Bluetooth device in my ear

“get outta my ear McTavish”

I climbed over old couches and rusted warehouse equipment. I needed to find a good place to hide that wasn't blown to pieces or see through.

turning off my walkie and even going as far as lowering the volume in the bluetooth device in my ear.

I would never live it down if he found me.

“he's got tha name ghost fora reason, you daft dimbo.”

“don’t you think i’m aware?”

I crouched and squeezed in between a small space under an abandoned desk.

trying to make myself as small as possible, i curled up bringing any residue around me as a cover.

“He's gonna get you little one.”

The quiet groan of the door forced me to shut the device off completely.

his footsteps i couldn’t hear, aside for the slightest crunch in gravel beneath his combat boots growing increasingly closer to me.

looking through the cracks in the metal, no guns were drawn except for a knife in his right hand.

my heart sank, i trusted him with my life. but spooking a member of 141 was a death wish. and catching them at the wrong time would be a one way ticket to wherever my six feet deep hole waited for me.

he slithered through the door, continuing to the next room while I waited for complete silence.

I opted for the door he came through, thinking he would be in an entirely different side of the building than me.

I kept my hands free of any weapon, preparing for the slightest sign I might have to run or crawl my way out.

I stood at the top of a flight of stairs. no sound, no lights, no gravel, I could have been alone.

a breath shot down my neck.

in seconds I was against a wall with a burly man pushing against me. his cool blade against the soft of my neck.

his eyes glowed into mine, heavy breaths breaking the silence.

"I thought you were the shit?"

I shuffled my arms underneath him trying to find a leeway. His eyes brightened in amusement.

The fabric on his face lifted revealing his mouth seconds before he dropped it to my neck.

The knife was digging into the left side of my neck, drawing blood in his wake. Hurting more the harder his kisses became.

“Ghost, Mctavish is- he’s right-”

He brought his head up to look into my eyes, “at the bar two blocks from here. You underestimated my intentions for hide and seek sweetheart.”

Pocketing the knife, his hands rustled with my clothing until they landed on the button of my jeans.

On his knees he looked up to me. Even though he was supposed to be feeling vulnerable we both knew that I was the only submissive one here.

“I wanna taste.”

My fingers traced his plump lips first, short stumble scratching me.

I smiled looking down at him, trying to memoriize the outline of his beautiful face.

“I want a kiss.”

In seconds his large hands covering my cheeks, lips ravishing mine as if we were running out of time. Time seemed to slow down when his tongue traced my bottom lip, pulling away to take a breath and pushing into me deeper. His hands were everywhere, m,y hair, taking a minute to wrap around my throat, he reached both of them down under my butt and lifted me on his waist.

A few inches above him again he pulled away to look up to me.

“Don know how long I can do this sweetheart.”

He panted onto my mouth.

“I wanna taste you so bad but another part of me is saying I should jus fill you to the brim.”

A hot bolt of arousal shot down my stomach into my clit.

I laughed against his lips kissing them one more time. “Maybe you should just hurt me.”

He groaned pressing his forehead onto mine.

“There you go saying some dumb shit again.”

My back pressed against the cold concrete floor, combat pants somewhere across the room his head was in between my legs and he wasted no time.

Switching between tongue fucking me and wrapping his lips around my clit and sucking so hard I knew I wasn’t going to last long.

I threaded my fingers through his hair trying to mask my sounds.

He pulled away his hand gripping my throat, “Unless the bar Soap’s in can hear you, you’re not loud enough. N what does tha mean angel?”

My breath was shaky, “I don- I don’t get to cum.”

“Mmmm good girl.”

His mouth resumed and this time I let my noises be whatever they wanted. My orgasm consumed me. My lower back lifted from the ground as I pleaded with him to stop before he flipped me around and did exactly what he said he was gonna.

He filled me to the brim. Hot pants on the back of my neck I tried to grip onto anything I could to distract me from the pleasure I was feeling from his cock hitting my cervix.

“Sososo- so good, please don’t.”

“Fuck baby, I’m not gonna.” Seconds, minutes im not sure how long until I could hear the slight sound of a phone buzzing.

His phone.

He flipped me around again, putting my legs around his neck he found new spots that drew me crazier to the edge.

One palm covered my mouth as he leaned down to my ear, “Be a good girl and stay quiet for me.”

My brows scrunched up before he reached his other hand down to grab his cellphone and he answered the call. I could hear our captains voice over his balls slapping against me.

“Ghost, you copy?”

“Yes Sir.”

“Clear?”

“Yes Sir.”

“I have one more important thing to discuss with you, when-” The Captain continued as Ghost screwed his eyes shut in pure irritation.

“Yes Sir.”

“Good.”

The call ended and he abandoned his phone near my head and removed his other from my mouth.

“Fuckin prick.”

He smirked down at me.

“It turned you on, could feel you squeezing me harder.”

“AsshoLE-” He pounded into me harder.

“We can try that another time.” My vision turned murky as stars exploded behind my eyes.

“Fuckin hell, I don't think I’ll ever get tired of that.”

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rgbstatic · 2 years

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i think in both regards to story, and in terms of meta/real life

doomsday and the destruction of l’manberg killed the server.

whether people were for or against or apart of l’manberg or not, it was a gathering point that brought people together to talk. it was a place people would hang out. it was a place with lots of chests to steal food and supplies from. in new l’manberg so so many people spent their time their even if they were completely unaffiliated or lived somewhere else.

storywise when it was destroyed, the story just lost a central characteristic for conflict, and a very important thing. l’manberg wasn’t just a place. it was ideals it was imagery, it was a goal, it was safety it was so many things, and with it gone with no hopes of returning, no matter how many new places people built they were all empty and never the same.

and with it gone everyone literally had to go their own ways. everyone who gathered there went far far away to make their own homes.

on a meta standpoint, people like talk about how much they miss old dream smp streams and that’s because of the non serious lore streams. where walking down a path and bumping into someone could lead to goofing off or serious talks.

where tommy could build a pathway from manberg to pogtopia for prime and for the upcoming rebellion, and get caught by a vice president who decided it was his day off and he was going to roleplay as a mcdonald’s worker.

it’s how you have tommy and tubbo goofing off on the server not doing lore, only for schlatt to see and they go lore mode and have to make up a pregnancy excuse.

it’s how you got silly serious moments. it’s also just straight up how you had people interact. if everyone lived hundreds of blocks away, it’s harder to just randomly run into each other while building or running to do something, meaning you’re less likely to talk, and less likely for anything to happen.

when l’manberg acted as a central hang out spot, people built their homes in close proximity, they would stick around the area and things naturally happened.

destroying l’manberg was, in my opinion, the worst thing they could have done. doomsday did very very little narratively to the story. the community house gathering did more to the story than doomsday did. and it was awful because tommy rallied people behind him to fight in doomsday not for him, but because if they could do this to l’manberg what would stop them from doing it to every other group.

and everyone fought, and despite an entire server fighting it was pointless.

the only thing doomsday did was force people to hide. and you can make claims for ranboo who went to live with phil and techno- but ranboo’s character arcs could’ve had a very similar outcome by staying with almost anyone else.

no l’manberg ultimately just drove everyone away, and there was never any serious or successful move to make anything on that server take its place, to fill the hole, so there was nothing to actively pull things together. no driving force or motivation, nothing to supply passive roleplay, nothing to bring people together.

everyone lost on doomsday. that loss of l’manberg meant no one could ever win again. just think about it. after doomsday, it was loss after loss.

the final disc confrontation? tommy and tubbo lost. they were rescued, but they lost their fight, and it was a trap anyway.

dream in prison? well he has punz on the outside, doesn’t matter, and he can control ranboo, and he still got to kill tommy AND ghostbur. it was a loss. and he escaped.

every single fight after. quackity lost, wilbur lost, tommy and tubbo lost again, and again. the server for everyone ended in a loss.

there was not ever a win again. usually in stories, after losses, you want something good to happen to make those hardships worth it. just like when good things happen you want bad things to happen to make it worth it, you need a balance.

think of the revolution. the up and down rollercoaster. the freedom into war into loss and death into hope into loss into compromise into win.

the election was a nail biting race where depending on who you voted for, was lose and a win. for tommy and wilbur it was a loss, but they quickly gathered things up, they had hope, and they had energy, and a plan, and techno joined and they were confident. there were ups and downs up until doomsday, afterword no character seemed to get an up. any positive was immediately trivialized. for example tommy’s decided to try and heal and make a hotel which was immediately turned into a problem where people tried to fight him over it and then he died. or he got a pet that made him happen and everyone tried to set it free or kill it. he finally starts to feel safe no relax and dream breaks loose, and he is endlessly stalked the entire time, and he dies alone with his abuser and his abuser’s accomplice.

there is never an up after doomsday, and killing l’manberg that day killed the dream smp.

#tommyinnit #l’manberg #doomsday #rgb talking #dsmp analysis #long post #wbrst #2020-2024

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bitter-sweet-coffee · 18 days

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Sounds so much clearer when you put it like that. It's not overly sappy,but it's also not a problematic ship! Good to know

hi anon thank you but please never ever use the word “problematic” again. please. i am not being aggressive or condescending, and i don’t just mean this just in terms of my posts. rant incoming, don’t take it personally i promise i’m not mad at you.

please, everyone reading this, STOP using “problematic” to unironically describe pieces art. there are better words.

if a ship is abusive, as in, depicts an actual form of abuse that you can match to the real legal and psychological definitions of abuse, call it an ABUSIVE ship. not problematic.

if a ship is something that a lot of people write poorly, in a way that glorifies abusive behaviour, call it a POORLY WRITTEN abusive ship.

if a ship contains something like an imbalanced power dynamic or significant age gap that is intended to be negative, call it a PREDATORY ship.

ultimately, when people use the word “problematic” they are reducing an entire conversation about form, content, and immersion, to an inappropriate bastardization of what it means to engage with art. you are LITERALLY fucking with the integral structure of the art-artist-audience relationship which transcends all mediums.

if a ship at its core is flawed, then say that.

if a ship is portrayed in an intentionally unhealthy way, as this is part of the message an artist wants to convey, then SAY THAT AND DON’T EQUATE THE ARTIST TO THE CONTENTS OF THEIR WORK! rather, engage in a discussion about how this can develop characters or tie into larger themes. alternatively, you can discuss the approach the artist used, how you view their methods, and state your opinion on how effective you find the outcome to be.

and most importantly, if a ship is written poorly because the author unintentionally glorifies morally grey or even immoral behaviour… this is still not problematic. it is inevitable, because everything that exists is capable of being misinterpreted or misrepresented. do not attack a person for what they do not know, instead, use this as an opportunity for an educative dialogue. or just block them idgaf

the moral of this response: please, if you find yourself using the word problematic, stop. think about what you actually mean to say. do not generalize, because that’s how you get art which depicts and endorses immorality equated to “someone’s au that i saw on twitter made sonic an alcoholic which promotes underage drinking, and i want them to leave the internet before they poison the innocent minds of children and trigger a bunch of recovering addicts” when these are not NEARLY the same thing.

shadow and infinite are morally flawed, as everyone is. you can write them being abusive. you can write them being so abusive that it borders on snuff. you can also woobify them and ruin their characters in the process. or, you can do what i do and throw in a bit of everything with a splash of insane lore and references to other media. BECAUSE THIS IS HOW FICTION WORKS!

fiction is a sandbox. you can build a castle, draw a dick in it, flood it with water, eat the sand, craft it into glass, shit on it, or leave without contributing anything. but regardless of what you do, it is a sandbox. don’t reduce it to just what one person did with it.

#bsc anons #sonic the hedgehog #the dog and the hog #shadow the hedgehog #infinite the jackal #infinadow #shadfinite

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are you aware of the hit vegeta image song ‘love is like a ballad’ from the fusion reborn soundtrack where it’s essentially a kakavege love song 😭😭

https://www.animelyrics.com/anime/dbz/ainobaraado.htm

and i’m 99.9% sure it’s about goku too because it uses the word ‘yatsu’ which is only used by men to refer to other men in a derogatory way… it drives me so insane

OH YOU ALREADY KNOWWWW IM WELL AWARE OF THIS LMFAO thank u for giving me the chance to talk about it HAHA

under here cuz its kind of a lot:

lets break down the lyrics shall we ..

right off the fucking bat. starting off STRONG. for vegeta to even have the thought “on this small earth life must be protected to the end” is such a good line but pairing it with “but whenever i look at you i feel like a fool” CRAAZYYYYY. insane. protecting the earth is a huge part of all the earthlings’ characters, and without goku, vegeta wouldnt have those feelings. to talk about protecting earth in one line and then immediately talk about goku next is wildddd. “i want to protect the earth, you taught me the importance of that, and yet when i look at you im reminded that it’s because of YOU that i hold these feelings about this planet.” like okAAAY alright okay!!

“why do i treat you so harshly? why do i hurt you that way? yet still fight against great evils” GRAAAHHHH this is insane right LMAO

vegeta displaying confusion as to why he treats goku the way he does when they share the same goal.. when they fight the same battles.. this self aware-ness is literally what early-stage kakavege IS dude. vegeta feeling conflicted about his actions vs his emotions is the first step to realizing he’s in love with goku.. haha. lol

“for the sake of love […] i would even throw away my rank” VEGETAAA. WHAT ARE WE TALKING ABOUTTTTT LMFAO….

vegeta suggesting he would disown his own ranking, his pride, something very near and dear to him.. this is also early kakavege core LMAO i mean come on. thats just an insane fucking thing for him to say. unreal.

IT JUST KEEPS GETTING BETTER….!!!

“IN TRUTH, THIS POWER IS NOTHING. ALL I KNOW IS YOU.” VEGETA……..!!!!!!!!

ALL I KNOW IS YOU? ALL I KNOW IS YOU???

“although i pretend to be a steel wall […] all i know is you” is just. i mean. EXPLICITLY kakavege. this is kakavege poetry. this is vegeta’s struggle perfectly put into lyric form. i cant believe this fucking song exists lmfao

NOW. NOW..

“the smile you give me is always warm” is wild when thinking about how the entire fusion reborn movie consists of 45 minutes of goku smiling lovingly at vegeta LMAO DONT EVEN THINK VEGETA DIDNT NOTICE. !!

“here i am, offering myself completely if we can be together”

AINT THAT JUST THE ICING ON THE CAKE FOLKS. DONT THAT JUST BEAT ALL LMFAO. ANYONE ELSE FEEL SUPER NORMAL RN?

offering myself completely. giving my all to you. devoting myself to you. THIS IS ONE OF THE FUCKING BUILDING BLOCKS OF KAKAVEGE DUDE. THIS IS ONE OF THE RUNNING THEMES, A KAKAVEGE LEITMOTIF. THIS IS SO VEGETA. I WANNA DIE LMFAO

“if we can be together” …. i mean. what even is there to say about that. how much more explicit can he be here. this is the most straightforward thing vegeta will ever say in terms of kakavege lmao this is it folks. this is IT !!!

its just unreal right. that a song like this even exists.. i mean its so obviously about goku, talking about training together and vegeta being mean to him and protecting earth together and throwing away his rank….. if you think even for one second that this is about bulma you are BLIND. like lets all be serious a moment lmao

and i love that this is related to fusion reborn of all things. that movie is the fucking kakavege bible dude i SWEAR. this whole song makes so much sense if you see fusion reborn as a love story, it all fits so perfectly with how vegeta would theoretically be feeling during the (vaguely referenced) place in the timeline that this movie takes place. this is buu arc shit baby its the point of no return for vegeta its the beginning of the end.. he is realizing his feelings for goku.. i live for this shit man seriously this is what i thrive on

also the goddamn song is called “love is like a ballad” i mean what else can even be said lmfao ..!

#sorry dude this is on u.. u shouldve known when u sent this ask that i’d be incapable of shutting the fuck up #blame urself. i am but a messenger for the truth #kakavege #dbz #answered

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lets-try-some-writing · 9 months

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⭐️ You got anything cool you wanna share? 👀

Of course!

Pretender AU Ramble:

The Pretender AU is currently my favorite Tumblr AU and let me tell you, I am slow writing for it because the plot THICKENS. The idea came into being when I saw an image of some creepy looking Megatron & Optimus artwork. Then as I sat down with my writing buddy to discuss the AU and go over some of the asks I have gotten for it to create a coherent plot, things got deeper than they originally were.

Literally no one is the good guy in the Pretender AU, despite how it may look. Megatron may seem like the hero, but he is still on his crazy train (which will be showcased later). Optimus may seem like a monster (which he is), but if you look at it, he is simply a being who was born of the wrong host. If ANYONE else had been his host, he would have been fine and the Pretenders could have integrated without issue most likely. Orion Pax would have learned of them, and possibly even gone so far as to create an alliance with these beings considering they operate a great deal like an ant colony and their abilities cannot be overlooked.

Why do I bring this up? Because Megatron is a hypocrite. He wishes to free all sentient beings. Well guess what? The Pretenders are very much sentient. He can't see that, or rather he refuses to due to the trauma of witnessing Orion Pax's slow death. He also does not see many others as sentient in light of his fear of the Pretenders. The Insecticons are on the chopping block just because they share traits with the Pretenders. Beastformers have never been looked on fondly, and in light of the Pretenders, they are also not taken to kindly. By seeing them this way, they have turned to the Pretenders (which will be shown in later writing I have planned).

By refusing to see the Pretenders are sentient beings, many other minor factions are also being thrown under the bus. This has unintentionally given the Pretenders the tools they need to endure. The Pretenders were made for a purpose, and they are really fragging good at doing their job. But Megatron refusing to let go of his personal vendetta was pretty much the only thing dragging out the war. And by doing so, he forced the Pretenders to become less emotive, more calculating, and hyperactive. It is a self destructive cycle and no one is the good guy here. Both factions make things worse for each other and they make the other group more and more fanatical just by existing. There is no victory here.

Well.

That is except for Smokescreen.

He plays the LONG game.

Extra:

Fun fact about the LTSW writing process:

Almost ALL of my fics and AU's are run past my dear friend @spreadwardiard. I come up with the concept and the base for the plot, and then they help me build the idea until we settle on an amazing story. Occasionally I work on something entirely alone, but at this point pretty everything except surprise gifts/small writing projects unworthy of serious note are given to them to think about prior to the actual written work being completed.

My work would not be nearly as interesting without their input. Having a friend to polish up an idea with really is a lifesaver.

You can tell which AU's I didn't run past them because I either don't touch them anymore, the plot/timeline is rather disjointed, or its a goofy thought rather than anything super serious. That's how much I lean on the commentary of others to really get the ball rolling for my work.

#lets try some writing mumbles #author's notes #pretender au #transformers #maccadam #transformers prime #optimus prime #megatron #alternate universe

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walkingzero1 · 3 months

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So last night I read The Jaunt by Stephen King, and I went into ìt thinking...."ok...this probably aint gonna be that bad" Like..yeah its supposedly fucked up, but like...I be reading fucked up shit all the time ya kno? This'll probably be mid at best.

So I read it, and first & foremost, the way King builds tension is insane. How the Jaunt workers were getting closer and closer as you progress through the story...?*chefs kiss* Immaculate. (My shoulders were literally next to my ears by the time I finished) They don't call him the master of horror for nothin right? But anyway....when i finished, i was just kinda like "ehh...ok. That's a wild and awful concept, but it's fine. I fly on planes and be anxious AF the entire time so probably would still Jaunt just like everybody else. It ain't that bad. "

But yall...when i tell you this story has stuck with me since last night....And the more i think about it, the more scared i get 😭. I can't even imagine being stuck in the Jaunt for what feels like a billion lifetimes. Like...wtf would your brain even do at that point?? At first you'd just be thinking about how you fucked up and landed yourself in this situation...then your brain starts thinking of every thought/scenario it could possiblely create....but eventually its gonna run out of shit to think....You cant have an infinite amount of thoughts with no new stimuli right? (And that wouldn't even take that long..maybe like a couple years?) So... what does the brain do after??? Just start slamming you with endless hallucinations? Nightmares delusions? Flashes of light? Feelings and emotions that you dont even understand anymore? No coherent thoughts..Grasp of whatever language you spoke long gone...Mind just...gone. Empty. And then you still have A BILLION LIFETIMES OF THIS TO GO?? Bruh....absolutely not.

Then imagine.....you finally get to the other side after millenia of nothingness, your brain mush.....Just to be BOMBARDED with lights..noise...people...touch...smells. Overstimulation on MAX. No fuckin wonder they all died after. Whose heart could take that?!?!

Yall would NEVER catch me Jaunting. Period. Yall wouldnt even see me within 5 blocks of a Jaunt entrance/exit cause i would be tàking NO chances. If i ever even saw a Jaunt station id probaby go straight into a panic attack cause wtf. I literally wouldn't wish the Jaunt on my worst enemy fr. I went into the story thinking nothing could top I Have no Mouth and I Must Scream, but this......this is definitely up there. And I guess...sometimes you gotta let shit marinate before you realize how terrifying it actually is hahah

#the jaunt stephen king #the jaunt #stephen king #i have no mouth and i must scream #harlan ellison #i have no mouth and i must scream harlan ellison #me text

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grison-in-space · 11 months

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"that ability to just modify your perspective and step into the context someone else is wrestling with and listen, that's such an upsettingly rare skill for knowledge workers and healthcare workers... if you ask people why they're struggling, you can fix it and build a better process!"

You might be interested to know that when I was in pharmacy school, those patient interviewing skills mentioned by you and clockworkcrow in that reblog chain about provider burnout were taught to us as a set of techniques known as "motivational interviewing." It's not really in the scope of the personal vs systemic interventions that that reblog chain is about, but one of the revelational takeaways that I got from learning them was the idea that the healthcare provider cannot assume that their goals for care line up with the patient's; sometimes, the patient really doesn't care about the treatment or its outcomes because they have different goals of care in mind, and eliciting those goals during interviewing (because a lot of the time people are not at all articulate about what they want out of life) is a kind of ongoing step one.

I'm also curious if you or the MDs in this discussion have ever encountered ambulatory care pharmacists practicing the approaches that clockworkcrow talks about? I ask because listening to patients, identifying patient-specific blocks to care, and addressing them was something we were taught to do in pharmacy school (because our program pushed us toward ambulatory care). But since I didn't go into ambcare after graduating, I'm unsure both how much of an impact it has/how widespread such practices actually are, and whether ambcare practitioners actually, on the whole, put their money where the educators' mouths are. Can ambcare clinics actually make a systemic difference?

Oh! I had no idea they taught y'all those skills, but then I don't actually think I've ever had a conversation with a pharmacist about meds beyond a perfunctory question about whether I know what side effects there are. In general I am not used to pharmacists, doctors, or other medical professionals like psychiatrists taking a lot of time to really listen to me. Some of that is probably that all my main health complaints are things that feel normal to me and some is probably that I am a chronic minimizer--like I said in that discussion, it's a coping method.

I have never heard the term "ambulatory care" -- oh, it's outpatient care. Yeah, okay, let's use a specific physical issue: I can't run for more than about two to three without finding myself unable to breathe. This has been a thing for essentially my entire life, and in middle school we did running with heart monitors, so even apart from the physical experience of not being able to breathe and having to stop and take great heaving breaths of air, I was aware that objectively my heart rate was going up very fast no matter how hard I tried.

(We are talking "run until you start getting black spots in your vision, then walk until you can just barely breathe again, and then run, rinse and repeat. Literally the only kid slower than me was excused entirely from running because one leg was an inch shorter than the other.) No one around me seemed to think there was anything unusual about this or that I was anything besides just physically lazy, so I kind of wrote it off until my mid twenties. I mean, I'd been visibly struggling with extended physical exercise my whole life, and no one had called it remarkable yet, but friends were telling me it wasn't normal to experience those kinds of breathing issues, so...

I presented myself with this complaint to a nurse practitioner who basically told me I was just fat and needed to exercise more. I pushed past this and was grudgingly scheduled for an ecg (normal) and a peak flow test (astoundingly poor). There was no explanation presented for the peak flow except that I was out of shape and needed (guess what?) more exercise. Tried a pulmonologist, who confirmed it was not exercise induced asthma (which I had been sort of hoping, because there are fixes for that) and told me I was basically fine.

I more or less gave up until a dentist idly mentioned that my airway was very, very small and told me that micrognathia was something I should look into: my airways might be occluded. So I went to an ENT, who also immediately tried to tell me I was basically fine but did grudgingly agree to scope my airways... and discovered major blockages from my tongue (insufficient room in my jaw, so it gets shoved backwards over the airway), my nasal turbinates (swollen almost completely shut), and I forget what else. It was incredibly exciting to have a reason.

Okay, I say, what do I do with this? Exercise more? But I want to do that, I just can't breathe. I was aware that there is a surgery to artificially extend the jaw; it involves breaking the jaw and encouraging it to heal while maintaining space between the halves. So I brought this up. He was very dubious about this. I asked for a referral anyway and was referred to a plastic surgeon. The surgeon was perplexed by what I wanted to talk about and had clearly expected me to have come in for a cosmetic procedure like a nose job. Eventually I got too exhausted to follow up further; I've been meaning to resume this thing for like six years now.

Generally, my experience of doctors is that they have been trained to be suspicious of patient accounts that don't fit a very specific narrative, and that they are impatient to get on to the next thing unless you are very proactive about your own care. If you don't have a condition in mind that you can point them at without making them decide you're med seeking, they are quick to tell you that you are just making things up in your head. There are a few exceptions but I cannot underscore enough how rare I have found them to be.

And they will all tell you to exercise and lose weight as a first line of response. Not that I'm bitter.

Now, actually working in healthcare, @scientia-rex or @clockworkcrow might have more relevant commentaries than I do. But my experience in this field has not been, to put it mildly, great. Let's not even talk about my history of psychiatric care.

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m1ckeyb3rry · 4 months

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tips and tricks on writing fanfic if u have any i beg <3<3

i have wrote so much throughout my life but it never feels like it flows right yk? i just want to write my silly characters being devastating with eachother

and you are infact my fav fic writer ever so pretty please <3

(its fine if not lol just may as well ask)

hihi!! sorry this took me a sec to respond to lol but yes ofc i can do my best to help!! and apologies in advance if any of this isn’t helpful/applicable 😓 i’ll put it all under the cut just because i can sense myself rambling in advance why did it end up being an entire thesis

okayyy so the most important thing for me when writing is having my plot and characters be in constant conversation with one another. typically i will come up with a very vague idea for a plot, which will then tell me exactly what kind of main characters i need to write, and from there, i build my cast!! it’s why i’m always afraid of writing characters ooc — typically i take aspects of the pre-existing character from canon and then expand on them so that they fit the plot i want, and sometimes i get worried that that means i’ve changed them too much LMAO.

once i understand what i want from my characters, i start to write. i usually have to rewrite my first chapter a few times as i get a feel for the characters and their perspectives, especially my pov character (we’ll call them mc for the sake of simplicity moving forward). it’s only after i feel like the mc’s voice and personality have been established that i can continue. i like to understand a character well enough that i can intuitively know how they would respond to any given situation. it makes it much easier in the future!! because once you’ve established a character, you can’t change them. i’ll use glass princess as an example because ik you’ve read it — if i wanted to write a slight different story, i could’ve written the mc to be a ruthless killer who has a short temper and resents her brother. however, i then would’ve had to work within the constraints of that character’s outlook instead of the constraints of current mc’s character!!

that’s why i typically only have loose ideas for plots. after i begin writing, i let my characters tell me what they want to do. they usually know what they want better than i do!! a lot of my “best” scenes have been entirely unplanned and based on me just following the characters’ actions to their natural conclusion. i guess you could say i go into each chapter having an idea of what the “inciting event” for the chapter will be — for example, mc runs to the tea shop the day after meeting the blue spirit, but the results of that inciting event are based more on my knowledge of my characters than any preconceived outlining or plotting. along the same lines, EVERY time i’ve had writer’s block with a fic (that was unrelated to me losing interest in the fandom/character/storyline) it’s been because i’ve forced my characters into a situation that they would not naturally end up in. my best example of this is a story i started writing with a very cold main character; she meets an injured enemy soldier who has lost his memories, and the plot was meant to revolve around her nursing him back to health and falling in love with him. however, given her character and the backstory i knew she had, i genuinely couldn’t come up with a single reason for why she would heal him instead of just killing him or turning him in, so i literally abandoned the story 😭 essentially i would recommend solid understanding of characters over a solid understanding of your plot 100% of the time. imo strong, well-rounded characters can carry even the shittiest of plots, but the opposite is rarely if ever true.

that was a lot of theory stuff!! as for where i get my ideas (not exactly what you asked but tangentially related so i’ll add it in here in case anyone else is reading and wants to know), it depends on the kind of fic i’m writing. my favorite fics are canon-verse, and for those fics i try to look for niches in the source material that aren’t already filled and make a character for it. the best example of this that i can think of off of the bat is two of my aot fics — in one, the mc is a member of the military police and the first interior squad, and in the other, the mc is a warrior candidate during the events of the show. both of these roles aren’t really filled by canon characters, so creating these characters allows me to look at plot events in a new light, which lets me expand the fic into something beyond just a rehashing of canon. in terms of au’s…to be honest listening to music is huge for me!! i’ll scroll through tik tok and hear an audio that inspires me, and once i have a vibe for what i want to write, i’ll search for similar songs that help me picture the general aesthetic of the au. the idea for my one bllk fic peregrine was conceived when i heard a snippet of the song welcome and goodbye by dream, ivory, on tik tok!! overall i don’t really like writing straight au’s that much though. idk why but in my experience every time i’ve tried to write an au fic i’ve gotten bored of it much much quicker than i would’ve with a more canon-based story. that’s just me personally though!!! i do loveeee worldbuilding though HAHA the amount of fantasy worlds i’ve created but never written for is horrific.

when it comes to things like grammar, sentence structure, and word choice, the only two things you can do to improve are reading and writing a LOT. at first, you should read more than you write, and when i say reading, it can be literally anything. find what you do and don’t like from all of the authors you encounter, and try to incorporate the pros into your writings while noticing the cons in your own work. it’s not plagiarism! you won’t be able to copy any author’s style completely, and if you engage in enough kinds of works, you’ll become a blend of so many different styles that it won’t sound copied or anything. then, once you’re comfortable mixing and matching depending on what scene you’re writing (maybe for a serious scene, you take references from a classical novel, whereas for a more lighthearted moment, you look at a social media au to see what kind of jokes might land with a broader audience), you can start to develop your own style!! it’ll come naturally as you go. the more you write, the more you will be certain of yourself and the way YOU would write something. the mixing and matching will smooth into one style that flows more naturally and does what you need, when you need it.

my final advice is that you shouldn’t compare yourself to others!! just because your writing doesn’t sound like your favorite author’s doesn’t mean it’s any worse. i’ve read amazing stories that are nothing like my own — it doesn’t mean that mine are worse than those stories, just different. there is a place in this world for every single story!! and it’s inevitable that you will look back on your old writing and cringe. i do!! i cannot read anything i wrote more than a year ago because i’ve improved so much that the old stuff is embarrassing to me. if you don’t push through the fear of cringe, though, you’ll never get anywhere. i’m not sure if you’re planning on posting anything ever, but i can say with certainty that if you do, there will be someone who reads and loves it. there’s people who still comment on and read and love my stories from 2021 that i absolutely despise now (it’s the only reason they haven’t been deleted yet). oftentimes we are our own worst critics, and also, knowing the plot ahead of time doesn’t help (writing suspenseful scenes is SO HARD when you know what’s coming 😭). your readers will love what you write, probably even more than you do!!

i hope that that was helpful and i’m so sorry for writing a literal essay OMG. like this is such a long post 😓 if you have any questions about what i wrote or about a specific aspect of the fic writing process, then lmk!! i’m always happy to help 🫶🏻

#answered asks #m’s writing advice

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