#managed to write and almost finished a fic!! 🥳

[victorianightlight]

"I smell a bad egg, Ezra!"

AAGGHH, finally! I finally finished this art! I started making it back in August, but I kept putting it off, and now I’ve finally finished it! 🥳

I hope that you have seen or at least heard about the horror game At Dead of Night. I personally learned about this game thanks to the great Markiplier and damn, I just fell in love with this game. It was also reported that work is underway on a prequel-sequel: At Dead of Night: The Great Hugo and I will be looking forward to its release!

And of course, I couldn’t help but dream how cool it would be if Ezra were in the place of Maya (the main character of At Dead Of Night). Star Wars Rebels + Horror? So why not:))

Now as for the plot: Commander Sato sent Ezra along with several rebels to a certain planet (I honestly didn’t come up with a name for it, but it would be somewhat similar to Corellia) to find out about a certain imperial object (again a vague concept😅). Since the mission could take some days, the commander advised them to find temporary housing. After arriving on the planet, this accommodation became the Sea View Hotel. And although it seemed like an ordinary and cozy hotel, only its owner Jimmy Hall was a little strange, but Ezra sensed from the very beginning that something was wrong with this place. He felt that the Force in this place was clouded, which made him almost unable to feel it (which bothered him a lot). And later, while sleeping in his room, the young rebel was awakened by a scream from outside. Discovering not only that his blaster and lightsaber were missing (they were quietly taken by someone), but he also saw Jimmy Hall tie up one of the rebels and lock him in his own room.

Despite his initial shock, Ezra was able to avoid the same fate, but he fails to send a signal for help. However, the boy manages to find the Master Key 02, as well as an unusual device from which the screams of different people were heard:

"Get out of the hotel!"

"Get out while you can!"

"You have to find out what he did and tell everyone."

"Make him realise what he did!"

Hearing these calls, Ezra realized that his new mission was now not only to save his comrades, but also to unravel the dark past of this hotel, especially its owner, Jimmy Hall.

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Heh, and I can say that here is also the second version of the plot with Modern AU:) In this version, Ezra, like Maya, would be a student whose friends Jai Kell, Zare Leonis, his sister Dhara, Moreena Krai and Mart Mattin were kidnapped by the Sea View Hotel owner Jimmy Hall and now Ezra must unravel the hotel's dark secret and save his friends. But the boy should know that Jimmy won't let him just find out about all the skeletons in his closet.

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It was actually fun making this art and it was my first art where I drew our blueberry boy in his pajamas (he's just so cute in them 🥰). Maybe even one day I'll write a fic based on this crossover, but only time will tell, since I'm very busy at the university right now. Hope you enjoy this art too!:)

[consultingpacha]

Happy Fanfic Writers Appreciation Day! 🥳

Which of your fics was the wildest to write? How come?

Hi Sunny!! ☀️ Happy Fanfic Writers Appreciation Day to you too!!

Oh, I think it might be Through the mist! It was the first english fic I ever wrote that was that long, and that I had actually managed to finish in under a year, and with (almost) regular posting!

The wild part has more to do with how big of a project it was 😂 and not so much about the topic of it, tbh. I did a lot of previous research regarding traumatic injuries that could lead to memory loss and some of its side effects (Thorin’s hand shaking, for instance, came from said research), and the spicy scenes were a lot of fun to plot and write!

I’m still sad many of them didn’t make it into the final cut, but I might repurpose them as one shots episodes in the future! Who knows (But certainly not before I wrap up TVK, though… priorities) 😜

[abraxos-and-ataraxia]

Pretty Little Witch

Pairing: Feyre x Rhysand

Word Count: 3.4k

Warnings: dub con (mind control), hella smut

Summary: Feyre wants to know what creature her sister is summoning in the basement.  Little does she know, the Demon Prince is curious, as well.

This fic takes place after Smite My Enemies (but you don’t have to read that one for this to make sense)

HAPPY BIRTHDAY @the-lonelybarricade 🥳

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After a week of sleepless nights, Feyre had enough. Nesta was not nearly as discreet as she thought she was, sneaking down to the basement. At first, Feyre heard her and assumed it was something she should tastefully ignore. But one night, she heard a moan that was decidedly more masculine.

It didn’t take much investigation to figure out what her oldest sister was up to. Feyre wasn’t as experienced as Nesta, but she knew summoning marks when she saw them, particularly when the chalk hadn’t been cleaned properly.

When she saw the summoning marks outside Nesta’s carved protection circle, though…Feyre’s curiosity knew no bounds. What was her sister summoning? Or who?

The noises were enough to confirm that Nesta was, in fact, enjoying herself. And if the experience was so pleasurable, then Feyre wanted a taste. It wasn’t fair for Nesta to keep all of the fun spells a secret.

So she spent the remainder of the week taking notes on the chalk remnants, writing down the symbols used. And when she had the house to herself, Feyre went to work recreating the spell.

She’d always been a little scared of the basement, so Feyre set up in the kitchen instead. It had better light, anyway. She sketched the summoning symbols in chalk on the tile floor, finishing it off with a thick circle of salt. It might not be perfect, but all of her spellbooks said that salt was highly effective. And it would be far easier to clean up, she mused.

Flipping through the pages of the grimoire, Feyre skimmed the summoning passages again. How many candles did she need? She lit a few votives, placing them around the circle at even intervals. Did she need anything else? Frowning at the densely written text, Feyre shrugged, sitting down in front of her summoning circle with a heavy thump. Everything looked good enough to her. Nesta would probably turn up her nose and say it wasn’t professional, but as long as it got the job done, Feyre was happy.

And besides, Feyre had long been praised for her sheer amount of raw power. More than any Archeron in generations, her mother used to say. So even if Feyre managed to miss a step in the summoning, her magic should make up the difference. She hoped.

Feyre read the incantations directly from the grimoire, scared to make any mistakes with the old tongue. They took forever, and she was dripping sweat by the end. Panting softly, Feyre watched her circle. Nothing. She frowned, scanning the book again, and again. Growling with frustration, Feyre glared at the chalk summoning marks. Maybe she’d gotten some of them wrong, she thought with dismay. “Fuck,” she cursed, slapping the floor out of sheer frustration.

After a good ten minutes, Feyre gave up. She must have made a mistake somewhere, because the summoning hadn’t worked at all. Muttering curses under her breath, she got to work erasing her chalk marks, scrubbing with a damp towel. She was so focused, she almost missed the soft sound of footsteps on the floor behind her.

“Don’t say a word,” she muttered, rubbing harder at a stubborn mark. “I know I was an idiot, Nesta.” But the dark chuckle behind her was definitely not her sister. Feyre whirled to face the intruder, still on her knees, and her jaw dropped at the sight before her.

There was a naked man in her kitchen. Her eyes locked onto the monstrous penis hanging between two thick thighs. She’d never seen anything that large on a human male. Feyre swallowed harshly, scrambling backwards until her back hit the cabinets. Her eyes widened further as two batlike wings unfurled. Dark horns crowned a head of inky black hair. A long tail trailed behind him, curling softly at the end.

Feyre froze, the blood draining from her face. He wasn’t a man—he was a demon.

Two impossibly violet eyes met hers. The demon towered over her, his horns nearly brushing the ceiling. “So you are the one who had been calling upon my General,” he said, his voice like smoke. Feyre shivered despite herself, her skin pebbling in response. “Tell me your name, little one, and I might let you live.”

Her stomach tightened, panic chilling her to the bone. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Feyre said. “I’ve never seen a demon before. You have the wrong person.”

The demon’s nostrils flared. “You speak the truth,” he said at last. “And I see that you are weak. You could not have summoned and subdued my General.”

The patronizing tone banished her fear in an instant. Suddenly, Feyre was on her feet, glaring up at the demon. “I am not weak,” she hissed. “I am the most powerful witch of the Archeron line, and you will show me respect.”

The demon’s full lips curled up into a smirk, revealing sharp fangs. “Respect?” he laughed, the sound sliding over her skin like silk. “I am a Demon Prince. If anyone should be kneeling, it is you.”

Panic tightened her throat, but Feyre kept her wits about her. If the demon was telling the truth, she needed some form of protection. Sooner rather than later, she thought, eyeing him warily. “I’ve never heard of a Demon Prince,” she asked, trying to keep the demon distracted while she searched for the salt. “How do I know that you’re telling the truth?”

Finally, Feyre spotted the salt, sitting on the counter a few feet away. She managed a single step before dark shadows spread from the demon, racing over the floor to wrap around her ankles. She nearly tripped as the misty tendrils solidified, immobilizing her. Feyre watched in horror as the shadows inched up her legs, twining around her calves and thighs.

Remembering herself, Feyre flung out a hand, muttering a desperate spell. She was an Archeron, she thought desperately. Surely she was powerful enough to subdue a demon. But more shadows darted across the room, binding her wrists to her sides and rendering her defenseless. As a last ditch effort, Feyre whispered an incantation, but the demon merely waved a hand, cutting through the cloud of her magic as though it was nothing more than cobwebs.

Defeat hung heavy on her shoulders, and Feyre slumped against the shadowy bonds holding her in place. Her sisters were safe, Feyre told herself. They were out shopping until dinner. Hopefully, by the time they returned, the demon would be gone. He would kill her, but her sisters would be safe.

“Now that I’ve reminded you who is in charge here, little witch,” the demon said, a cruel smirk twisting his lips. “You will tell me your name.”

“Feyre,” she breathed. The shadows held her utterly still as he approached. Feyre struggled mightily to keep her eyes on his face, rather than the heavy appendage between his thighs.

The demon extended a hand, tracing one finger down the side of her face. “Feyre,” he murmured, caressing her name like something precious, instead of the name of his next victim. She shuddered, fighting back a swell of fear. “Pretty little witch.”

“Just kill me already,” Feyre snapped, squeezing her eyes shut.

“Kill you? How mundane,” the demon hissed a laugh. “Even if I wanted your death, it would hardly be quick, little witch.”

Feyre paused, considering. She cracked open her eyes to peer up at him, curious. “You don’t want to kill me?”

“The things I could do to you, Feyre darling.” The demon paced around her, violet gaze flashing brighter as he inspected every inch of her. “You could know pleasure beyond the limit of mortal imagination.”

Claws scraped lightly down her back, making her shiver. “Like what?” Feyre asked, breathless. When she glanced down, she saw that his member had hardened slightly, thickening until it was as large as her forearm. She swallowed harshly.

Without a word, the demon invaded her mind, slipping past her shields like they were made of mist. He flooded her with images, scents, and sensations. A slippery tail sliding along her ass, stretching her tight hole to the edge of pain. Velvet covered steel pounding into her pussy, sharp claws drawing blood at her hips while she fell apart on that monstrous length. A forked tongue on her breast. Plush lips wrapped around her clit, taking everything she had to offer.

Feyre gasped, resurfacing from the visions to see the demon mere inches away from her. He licked his lips. “Well? How should I take you first?” When Feyre failed to answer, he reached out, curling one large hand around her neck and squeezing lightly. “Shall I split you open on my cock? Shall I go fast or slow? Or should I taste you first? I have not eaten the pleasure of a mortal for nearly a century.”

“Why?”

“Because I want to. And you are too weak to do anything but submit,” he told her, sliding a claw under the edge of her neckline. With one swift movement, he split the fabric in half, letting it flutter to the kitchen floor. Feyre gasped, but quickly bit her lip to muffle the sound.

The demon did not appear to notice, his violet gaze unblinking as he took in the sight of her. He made quick work of the rest of her clothes, shredding them until she stood utterly defenseless before him. Goosebumps pebbled her arms and warmth pooled in her belly unbidden. Feyre found herself fixated on the bobbing length before her, unable to look away. Could she even take such a monstrous thing? Or would she break in the attempt?

The demon leaned in, running his nose down the side of her neck. “You will fall apart as many times as I wish,” he murmured into her skin. “And every time, you will scream my name—Rhysand.”

“What happens if I don’t?” Feyre asked, breathless. She clenched her thighs together against a sudden pulse of desire, interest pooling in her core. She should be terrified, but the visions from the demon played out in her mind, over and over until she ached.

His lips curled into a smirk against her shoulder. “Try it and find out,” Rhysand dared. Then his hands were at her hips, gripping her with bruising strength. Rhysand pulled her flush against him, his twitching length pressed against her belly, scalding her.

Despite the lingering fear in her veins, Feyre itched to reach out and touch him. But the tendrils of shadow curling around her arms and legs kept her immobile. “Release me,” she breathed.

The demon straightened to his full height, looming over her. His cock slid upwards, over her belly and between her bare breasts. “Prove that you are an obedient little witch,” Rhysand said, still smirking down at her. He rocked his hips, rubbing himself against her chest. “I’ll take my pleasure from you. If you are a good pet, you will be rewarded.”

The pounding lust in her veins abated, Feyre’s disgust momentarily overcoming her unwanted arousal. “I am no pet,” she snarled. But before she could protest, the shadows tightened around her legs, forcing her knees to hit the tile. Feyre hissed at the shock of pain, but was soon distracted by the monstrous cock pointed at her lips.

The demon himself was larger than any mortal, and his member was no exception. The long, proud length of him bobbed gently under her wide-eyed stare. The tip was red, angry, and already beading arousal. And despite everything—the shadow bonds, the threat of death and dismemberment, the impossible size—Feyre found herself consumed by the desire to taste it.

“Are you in my mind?” Feyre asked. But to her horror, the words escaped on a low moan. Wetness pooled between her thighs. Her pussy pulsed, aching with the need for something to fill her. Feyre bit her lip until she tasted blood, but even that failed to cut through the haze of desire clouding her thoughts.

Rhysand grinned, teeth flashing white against his bronze skin. “Do you want me there, Feyre darling? I can take you in more ways that you can imagine,” he said, reaching down to cup her chin in one large hand. Claws pricked her skin, making her pant.

Then those same claws traced over her mind, scraping gently. The demon could end her with a mere swipe of those sharp mental talons. Instead, they teased her, phantom hands flicking over her traitorous thoughts until every last one throbbed with desire. Feyre shivered, mouth parting in a soft cry. But the sound choked off, smothered by the massive cock sliding across her tongue.

Feyre’s eyes shot open, looking up at the demon in desperate search of relief. But that violet stare glinted down at her, victory in every line of his expression. He fisted her hair, holding her still. “Take it all, little witch,” he crooned, forcing inch after inch into her mouth. Her lips stretched wide to accommodate him. Short, panicked breaths escaped her nose when Rhysand bumped the back of her throat and didn’t stop. Feyre choked, gagging helplessly on the impossible length. The demon was going to kill her, she thought, tears spilling down her cheeks.

Inky shadows tugged on her ankles. Feyre struggled, but she couldn’t stop her knees from sliding over the tile, her legs parting against her will. She glared up at the demon, her vision blurred. But even through the haze of tears, she could see his satisfied smile. He withdrew from her mouth slowly, strings of saliva following his retreat. Feyre gasped for air, but her relief was short-lived.

Something brushed against her lower back, curling down and around her hip. Feyre froze, alarm stiffening her spine. “The scent of your fear is delicious,” Rhysand said, practically purring. The crown of his cock nestled between her parted lips, but went no farther. “But your arousal is far sweeter.”

That foreign feeling slid over her bare skin, lower still. Warm and smooth, it caressed the globes of her ass before sliding between her cheeks. It pressed gently against the tight ring of muscles there. Feyre gasped and the demon’s hips moved in answer, sinking into the heat of her mouth. Rhysand was heavy on her tongue, but he stopped there, allowing her to breathe.

“You want this,” Rhysand said, caressing her cheek. “Don’t you, Feyre darling?”

Out of the corner of her eye, Feyre saw the demon’s tail move. The pressure at her asshole abated, the velvet touch sliding down to her pussy lips instead. Feyre sucked in a breath, inadvertently taking more of Rhysand’s cock into her mouth. His tail ran the length of her slit, teasing over the bundle of nerves at her apex, dragging a moan out of her. Above her, Rhysand groaned as well.

“Just like that,” he commanded, pulling out of her mouth only to make a slow plunge back in. And every time he slid past her lips, his tail flicked her clit. Soon, Feyre was rocking her hips, fighting for more friction. Her fear was forgotten in favor of the warmth building in her core. Every thought eddied out of her mind but one: she wanted more. “My needy little witch,” Rhysand said with a dark chuckle. His tail slowed to a stop before lifting away entirely. Her desperate whine was muffled, and she licked at the underside of his shaft in an attempt to convince the demon to continue. She would do anything for more.

“Good pet,” Rhysand grunted, speeding up slightly. His next thrust was harder, but Feyre was determined, hollowing her cheeks around him. Rhysand growled, fingers tightening in her hair. And then his tail reappeared at her asshole, the slick tip pressing in farther and farther. Feyre moaned, vibrating around his length as her muscles were forced open, stretching around the slippery intrusion.

Before Feyre could do more than blink, Rhysand pulled himself from between her lips with a wet pop. His snarl echoed in the empty kitchen, claws pricking her sides as he gripped her arms and lifted her into the air. His eyes practically glowed, fangs bared. The sight should have had her trembling in fear, but the tail slowly plunging into her ass occupied all of her thoughts. She eyed his sharp teeth, wondering what they would feel like scraping over her sensitive flesh.

“Remember to scream my name,” Rhysand said, his voice a low rasp. Feyre shivered in anticipation, but she didn’t have to wait long. The demon’s hands tightened, his shadows forcing her legs to wrap around his muscled waist. Rhysand impaled her on his cock without warning, sliding her down his length until he was grinding against her clit. Feyre cried out, every nerve ending set aflame.

Fullness consumed her. The demon’s tail ceased its exploration, seemingly allowing Feyre time to adjust to the demon filling both of her holes. His member stretched her walls to the edge of pain, her channel throbbing from the rough intrusion. “Please let me go,” Feyre begged, her voice hoarse.

The demon snarled, fingers tightening even further on her hips. “What is my name?”

Feyre’s eyes rolled back when he shifted his hips, her channel clenching around him like a fist. Pleasure flickered to life in her core. “Rhysand,” she said, breathless. The demon’s tail twitched against her tight ring of muscles, plunging a little deeper, and she loosed a moan. Feyre shook her head, fighting against the sensations that threatened to drown her. This wasn’t real, she told herself. The demon was in her mind, controlling her thoughts. She wasn’t truly enjoying this.

“Feyre darling,” the demon drawled. “I’m not forcing your cunt to drip all over me. That is all your doing.”

She shook her head again, refusing to believe it. Rhysand retreated from her tight channel, and despite her objections, Feyre found her hips arching, chasing after him.

Rhysand’s grin turned feral. “You want this,” he hissed, driving forward with a sharp thrust. Her breasts bounced from the force of it, and the demon’s eyes dropped to watch her chest as he repeated the motion.

Feyre groaned, head tilting back as his cock dragged over her sensitive walls. “No, I don’t,” she panted, fighting to keep her eyes open.

The demon’s chest vibrated against hers as he growled. “Admit it and I’ll let you come,” Rhysand said. The tail in her ass prodded at her inner muscles, abruptly reminding Feyre of its presence. But before she could wiggle away from it, Rhysand pulled her down onto his cock again, seating himself firmly. “Tell me, Feyre.” She pressed her lips into a tight line, refusing to give him the satisfaction. Rhysand’s violet gaze glinted, claws digging into the soft flesh at her hips. “So be it,” he snarled.

The demon’s shadows held her still in the air, keeping her in place as he pounded into her. Rhysand’s pace was demanding, his hips slamming into hers with bruising force. Feyre wailed, every muscle in her body tightening like a rubber band ready to snap. She lost herself in the delicious stretch of her pussy, the wet slaps that accompanied every hard thrust. And just when Feyre thought her body could take no more, Rhysand slid a hand between their bodies. His thumb pressed down on her nub, and Feyre’s back arched, a hoarse cry ripped from her throat.

“Say it,” Rhysand snarled, fangs bared. “Scream it.”

“Rhysand,” Feyre moaned, her walls fluttering around him. “I want you.” Her body tightened, pleasure racing down her spine like lightning. And when she reached the peak, Rhysand pressed harder, rubbing over her clit in silent demand. She screamed his name, shattering around him.

Rhysand’s roar rattled the windows. He slammed in to the hilt, hips jerking against her. Wet warmth filled her, the demon’s cock twitching against her walls with every harsh spurt. His tail twisted, plunging deeper into her ass before retreating. Feyre’s body twitched with aftershocks, her pulse pounding in her ears. She felt utterly limp, and was suddenly glad for the shadows holding her up.

“Good pet,” Rhysand purred, his cock still hard as steel inside her.

“Please,” Feyre said, still breathing hard. She writhed against him, seeking more. “Please,” she repeated.

“Not today, little witch,” Rhysand said. He gripped her hips, slowly lifting her off of him. Feyre gasped when he finally slipped out, allowing their combined arousal to drip out of her wrecked pussy. “I don’t like to break my toys.”

[gingerbreadmonsters]

Ginger I know you posted it ages ago but I only just managed to finish up reading it… you have no idea how much I needed that

Listen suggestive things comfort me

It’s bc of the endorphins

And the way you write Gavin is food for the soul

The ending bit was pure salve for my sleep-deprived, feels-like-I-may-throw-up self

And the cameos/references— THE CAMEOS/REFERENCES 😭 😍

(mar is talking about this fic here!)

oh lovie, i hope you're feeling alright! being sick sucks, but please do try and get some sleep - gavin will be here when you wake up 🥰😘

and :DDD i'm SO pleased that you like this one - i think this is almost double the length of my previous longest work, ivory tower, so it's very encouraging to hear that it's paying off! writing gavin is always a hell of a time, mostly bc he literally writes himself? like, his dialogue just makes a lot of sense to me in the way he speaks and reacts to stuff, so he really does just roll off the tongue (ha) in a very satisfying way 🤩🤩 i love writing him sm, so it makes me very happy that you like the way i make him 😭🥳😘

HAHAHAHA THE CAMEOS 😇😇 and there were a lot in this one! honey, aaron, geordi, the clan, the pack.... i fuckin love trying to figure out how everyone knows each other, and tipping my hat to various audios (i think here it was specifically aaron's 2nd BA and geordi's HBS '22) is always a laugh. what can i say, i love a connected (linked?? 👀👀) universe...... ✌️✌️ luckily, miles did a lot of the heavy lifting for me in Howling at the Moon, and it would have been thoroughly remiss of me not to mention it - hence our lovely prof popping up as a professor at DAMN 🥰🥰

[fvckyouimaprophet]

Fanfic asks! 😂🎶😭🏅☀️💡🤔

Assssh, thank you for sending me these. 🖤🖤🖤 Sorry it took a while! I'm putting it under a read more because it's long.

😂: What’s the funniest comment someone has left on a fic of yours?

Okay, so I don't remember the exact phrasing, but someone commented on an old Drarry fic VERY upset by who topped and who bottomed—something like "I was really enjoying this fic until you chose to do this. But now it's ruined!?!?" What made it funnier was that it was years after I'd finished it (like at least 5 but maybe even up to 10), so it felt so irrelevant. But also, who cares if that's not your preference? It was also fanfic.net, so tagging doesn't exist there. Lawless times.

🎶: What music do you listen to when you write?

I can almost never concentrate if I'm listening to lyrics and writing. The only exception is if I make a short playlist and play it enough that it becomes white noise in the background. Very specifically, I listen to my dreamy instrumental playlist.

😭: Have you ever made yourself cry writing a fic?

Uhh, maybe. It's been a long time if so! But I used to write almost exclusively angst, including character death, etc. I also used my dreams to inspire fanfics a lot when I was young, and I'd sometimes cry from the dreams, so does that count?

🏅: What is the fic you’re most proud of?

Ooh, this changes a lot. I also will go through waves of being like 🥳 this is pretty decent! 🥳 and then rereading it and deciding it's terrible. But for right now, I'm gonna go with three that all make me proud for different reasons, even if they're flawed.

1) some other town (your prompt!) took a lot of research, but it was so fun to write, and I was thrilled with how the dialogue came out. That took so much time and energy, and it's always cool when it feels like that pays off.

2) nobody loves me (like you do) was a labor of love. I feel like I really worked hard on capturing emotionality and unspoken tension, and I had fun subverting a trope in the process.

3) Colorblind was mostly written ages ago, and there are writing and plotting choices I wouldn't make now, but multichaps are SO hard for me, and I managed to finish that, even though it took me years. It's the only one I wrote in recent memory, so that's pretty fun.

☀️: Has anyone ever left you a comment that made your day? What did it say?

@krethes left a review on hold me until the rapture that I've gone back to read when I'm feeling down. It's such a long comment, it practically felt like its own standalone writing. 😂 But more than that, it's just a very kind, lovely thing to say.

💡: What’s the weirdest thing you’ve been inspired by?

In high school, I had a lot of dreams from the POV of a fictional character. There were at least two fics that were basically a direct copy-paste of my dream. But that's not too unusual, I feel. I know there are funky ones, but I've been so strapped for inspiration lately that it feels like everything I can remember recently has been taken from more traditional methods.

🤔: What’s one genre you’ve never written that you’d like to try?

I want to write a fable! I kind of tried to do that in a recent play I wrote (queer Baba Yaga retelling!), but fables are so specific, and that was more of a vague adaptation.

[dontthrowsticksatme]

I finished posting my fic Draco From The Wireless Show 🥳

It's a 34k fic about auror Harry working in a small town and accidentally catching wireless host Draco thirsting over him on live radio (which he turns out to do all the time).

It was inspired by the Carlos-storyline of Welcome to Nightvale.

Here's a random taste:

While Draco smoked his joint, Harry took a sip of his Firewhisky and read the question again slowly.

‘What do I think of Draco Malfoy? Well, it depends. Do you mean Hogwarts-Malfoy, Draco-from-the-wireless-show or Stoner-Draco?’

Draco looked down on him with a perfectly arched eyebrow. ‘Are you saying I have a split personality, Potter?’

Harry ignored him, telling the microphone, ‘I almost killed Hogwarts-Malfoy, so that should tell you –’

‘Almost killed?’ sneered Draco loudly. ‘When would that have been?’

With mock-patience, Harry reminded him. ‘I slashed you to a bloody mess, remember? In the boys’ bathroom.’

Draco scratched his collarbone. ‘Huh? Do you mean that thing in fifth year?’

‘Sixth.’

‘Sixth?’ He frowned at the view outside. The sun had set and Draco shook his head. ‘Can’t remember.’

‘Don’t be ridiculous,’ grumbled Harry, ‘you literally have the scars.’ He gestured impatiently at Draco’s chest.

Draco pulled up his shirt to look at the long scar crossing his chest. ‘This old thing?’ He laughed a cheerful laugh. ‘Oh Potter, that wasn’t you, silly goose. This was from the time I stumbled on the steps to Rustling Leaves – two for the price of three all romance novels, this weekend,’ he slurred into the mic. ‘They used to have this really old, rusty, old, spiked, fence. Purely decorative. It was, like, ten inches high, and I – pfff – I honestly don’t know how I even managed it but, well, there I was, splayed out on the curb for all to see, my blood colouring the tiles. But it was just an unlucky stumble, Potter…’ He laughed. ‘You might want to write that down for my obituary, Potter: “It was all an unlucky stumble. May he fare better in the hereafter.”’

‘Malfoy, be serious.’

‘I am! Ask Helena from the local Healer Department, she fixed me up. Or Heidi from the local Parks Department, she took down the fence afterwards. Why did you think Mayor Trewlove drew up article sixteen: “All fences in Brookley are to be non-spiky and over five feet six”? Everyone had a big fright. Well, everyone apart from me. I was laughing all through it. Because I had a bit too much of my medicine. Hence the stumble in the first place.’

Harry was gaping at his ex-arch nemesis, who was drowsily blinking back down at him with a peaceful smile. His pupils were huge.

‘Merlin,’ mumbled Harry. ‘You are a mess.’

Draco ducked his head to leer at him. ‘Is that your final answer?’

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wait hold on so your follower count has increased by a hundred since I got here? 🥺 this is awesome, Chris, congrats! 🥳 and I think everything can be a milestone if it's one for you 🤗 and if u want to do something special to celebrate, go for it! :D as long as you do it for yourself and not because you feel like you have to, do you hear me? <.< about "Something Special"...it's just 🥺 really something special lmao funfact, when DK started singing "ice cream, you scream" and so on, I was immediately reminded on "Ice Cream" by TXT as the lyrics go "i scream, you scream, we all scream for ice cream". Idk if you know them but they had their comeback on monday and this is one of the b-side tracks. I actually had to check if the lyrics are the same but I think you published the fic on the same day they released the album so that would be almost impossible anyway 😅 now, the banner for "the zest of life" is sooooooooo cute 🥺 and everything you post about it just makes me more and more excited skajdjlkwjeadswa literally can't wait until you post it <3 also HAPPY JUNE TO YOU TOO <333 I'm also highkey excited for your other wips, especially your series and the sequels :D the gif of the dog looking out the window is soooooo relatable why are you so cute 🥺 you're right, I discovered your blog through class president and I couldn't be happier about it 🥰 ngl, enemies to lovers (+ fake dating) is one of my favourite genres and then there's friends to lovers and I'm all soft and cuddly 🥺 nooooo, don't make yourself cry D; tho I definitely get your pain 💔 being a perfectionist doesn't make your life easy but it leads to great results when it comes to your fics :D and I'm very happy to hear that you're slowly getting over it and feel better about your writing <3 definitely gonna note that website down since I'm currently trying to write myself lmao failing greatly at it because I never manage to actually finish a wip. which brings me to the fanfic writer ask game :D 🍄 how do you get yourself in the mood to write? I'm really curious about this because sometimes I just can't get myself to write though I actually would love to 🙁 ahhh the good old times in middle school everyone regrets when they get older :'D when I'm on a holiday with my family or literally just anywhere outside I'm taking photos with my phone of everything that crosses my way and looks in the slightest way worth capturing my storage space is hysterically laughing in the distance :') would love to see some photos taken by you some day ngl well, I haven't continued watching Vincenzo yet, I keep watching Friends atm though thanks for the heads up <3 and I love Chayoung, she's iconic but after I learned who she works for I was lowkey disappointed :( trying not to spoiler anything rn for anyone else akjdnwaölkejd srsly, I don't think any of my friends has a healthy sleep schedule though we all have to get up early but I hope you slept well last night and have a great day <3 wait, I wanted to ask you in which time zone you live? Because it was 7pm here when you said it's 11am for you, so I was wondering 😅 sending love and good vibes ❤️✨

yes omg you’ve been here basically since the beginning 😭 i know i say this a lot, but your support means the world to me and i’m thankful you’re here with me on this journey💕 i might just wait until i hit 200 to do a celebration! i want to try to get through these reqs from the first milestone and then we shall see how i’m feeling. but eternally grateful for all the support and growth anyways :’)

hehe ‘something special’ is part of a whole long series i’ve been writing for my friend and i (for our eyes only) but it’s one of my favorite scenes and him dropping the ice cream just felt very on brand 😭 he’s so silly and i love him and his bright energy. also funny story abt txt, i literally decided to stan them for reals w this comeback! so i know exactly what you’re talking abt!!! and actually i just did a smol uke cover of anti-romantic heh it’s been on repeat for the last few days and i love the whole album. every song is so good, esp 0X1=lovesong and dear sputnik, in addition to anti-romantic and ice cream ofc! well actually they’re all good sjdfkjadlf but yeah i think i’m officially a moa now :D

ahhhh thank you i love the banner!! i was soooo excited for it bc i finally figured out how to edit gifs on photoshop which is a GAME CHANGER (had to stop myself from making gifs for all my fics bc my computer actually can’t handle the processing so now i need to update the hardware skdjaldks but that’s another story) anyways ahhh i’m happy to hear that you’re excited for it! i hope it meets your expectations <3

man, my wips, i wish i could i just crank them all out bc i wanna know what happens askdlal i’ve been saying this a lot lately, but i’m like, WHAT HAPPENS and i have to respond to myself like IDK U TELL ME and my internal monologue is just that back and forth 💀 but i think that’s a great lead in to your ask game question:

🍄how do you get yourself in the mood to write? honestly, it usually just kind of hits me at random times. some days, i have so many ideas and so i’ll plot everything out but i won’t actually write, so i’ll leave it for a while and then maybe come back to it when i get too impatient with myself. other days, if i feel stuck, what i’ll do is just kind of word vomit my thoughts and go back and edit everything later, or feel out the vibes. but i feel you, writing is honestly very hard, especially if the motivation just isn’t there :’( but i think my best advice is to just get ideas out of your head and onto theoretical paper!! then just start typing even if it’s just your thoughts like “uh idk what to write but maybe if kdjflsfjlkas”

omg no i feel that, before i upgraded my phone, my camera roll was just full of photos (and also pics of sf9 and svt LOL). but i just made a thread on my twt abt my fave photos and i’d be happy to share them :)) (see below)

mmm i won’t say anything abt vincenzo until you start it back up again ;) but friends!! that reminds me, i need to watch the reunion ep!!??! not ready to cry tho :’)

i hAD a sleep schedule at some point in my life, but now... it’s messed up again LOL but i’m in the mountain time zone in the states ! so 1 hour ahead of PST if that’s any help kdljasf but i hope you’re getting rest and sleep!! i’m a big advocate for sleep and rest so !!!!!!!!!!

anyways, sending my love as always <3

EDIT: JUST REALIZED I NEVER POSTED THE PHOTOS HOLD ON DKJLASKLADS

EDIT 2: okay here we go