#maybe this is writing so wrting tags

[mrperfectlydamaged]

I grew up in Delhi since I was 5 and we used to have a lot of power cuts back then and for long hours.. i remember hearing kids outside play, while I would just play with the flame of the candle in the hallway, and can't help but think of all the ghosts that lurked behind the darkness that was galloped by the candlestick luminous. The dark back then was uncertain, uncomfortable, and maybe even unsettling to walk into.

But now sometimes lights blind me so much that my phone is on zero brightness with extra dim on. I like sitting in the dark, it's comforting, a feeling of knowing, and provided me with free space. Yes I can see shadows but can they see me? I can see through them now but can they? So now do they smell my fear or is it just the wax burning now?

[chevvy-yates]

Can you please tag "#ai art" for those who do not want to support it?

Ah, krosis!

Noted.

But it's not going to happen again as I'm not usually into reblogging ai-art either. I tagged that one reblog I did prior with the OP's tag "ai horror" - you should put this on your list as well then in case you come across it again. And in case followers fear now I'm going to reblog (more) ai-art: I do not!

This was an exceptional reblog I did actually like, ok? So once again for the dashboard void and before people start unfollowing me because I dared to reblog just one ai-art post:

I AM NOT GOING TO REBLOG ANY AI ART AGAIN.

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And I would like to add as well:

If you, anon, are a mutual/friend of mine and we've talked before: it would have been better you DMed me in private with your name because there is a huge difference in how I feel and will react when I get an anon message or when it comes from a mutual/friend.

I'm honest here: I asked myself how I feel about this message for 10 minutes. And I concluded I do feel offended from receiving this and yes I did read the "please". I know you did it not in a mean way – but my brain tells me 'there's someone unknown who wants to tell you how to tag your shit, because they think you do not tag appropriately' and 'bunch of people are thinking you support ai-art and reblog it, like daily?' If you really know me, I usually do not reblog ai-art at and did reblog the posts instead that are informing about how uncool anything AI is especially for fanart and fanfiction.

Now my evening is practically gone because I had to fight writing this here in a way it sounds approppriate enough so I do hopefully not harm anyone with my words. I do not write my answers down in 15 minutes like others might. I sit here reread it 10-20x, rethink, rewrite – so I set at least 1:30h into the wind now after reading this message, when I had planned something entirely different to do. And this also makes me mad at myself because I failed to ignore it. I cannot lay it aside as it will circle the rest of the night in my mind if I ignore this message so I have to answer this to put an end to it. If you had told me this with your name/face this would not be the case at all as I would have been able to pin it down better without having several questions on my mind. But now I'm here asking, thinkng what else did I do wrong, maybe I should rethink my tag system and what not and I fall from one thing into another not making it any better. It's a fucking chain reaction I try to ignore but can do nothing about. I already see myself wrting stuff now that is totally off the topic as I'm struggling fucking hard with answering or writing down any of my thoughts. See what you did with sending it anon? Face to face talk would have ben entirely different. So to anyone reading this and that does not like something I post and want sth tagged, please tell me in person and not in anon (I'm also going to turn this off now for my own nerves). I'm not mad at you for this in any way. Hope you do understand me, too.

[hqrbinger]

lets play a game! tag and associate your mutuals/friends with colors + a song and why! and name one thing you love about their work! have fun! (o^▽^o)

ooooohhh now this is interesting !!! thank you for the game anon, i had a lot of fun :> (someone asked me this twice HAHA they rlly wanted me to do it ig-) i did these blogs bc they're the ones i interact with the most!!

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@alonelysimp ⁺◟ a burning hill- mitski // a forest of maples in the middle of october

idk what it is abt the warm colors... maybe they remind me if the color of ur hair 6 months after u dyed it red, or maybe fall feels homey and warm and that's how it feels in our dms and when i talk to u <3 mitski just has ur vibes idk what to tell u LMAOAOOAA its funny bc u mostly listen to hyperpop n shit n this is the opposite of that but the lyrics and everything just remind me of u HELP IDK I CANT DICTATE THE VIBES UR WORK ALWAYS MAKES ME SMILE SM AND UR SOOOO TALENTED LIKE WAHT????? THANK U FOR ALWAYS FEEDING ME W BRAINROT ILY

@hushyouu ⁺◟ここにいる- aiobahn // the soft blush pink of a cherry blossom

U GIVE SUCH SOFT VIBES VEN !!! my IMMEDIATE thought was this color and this song bc they just,,, IDK HOW TO ELABORATE HELP ITS JUST HOW IT IS- ur always so nice and wonderful to talk to... and i think that pastel-y pink just captures that energy rlly well SDFKLJHSDFS also if u were a season u would b spring 100% this song is also the personification of this color i don't make the rules :> i LOVE LOVE LOVEEEE UR ARTWORK AND ICON EDITS, UR SO TALENTED AND I HOPE U CONTINUE TO POST <333 LOVE U

@starglitterz ⁺◟wings- so!yoon, phum viphurit // the colors of the sky during a breathtaking sunset

okay so this one MIGHT SOUND A LOT LIKE DANGOS BUT LISTEN sunsets arent just the gold and reds of the horizon, but also the dark blues and purples, and the possible greens of the darkening sky above and all of these colors together just scream QUILL!! u have such a fun and energetic personality and ugh yes these colors just remind me of u iDK HELP THIS SONG IS VERY CUTE JUST LIKE YOU don't even get me started on ur work.... MY GOD ???? THE TALENT U HAVE ??? U ARE SO GOOD WITH IMAGERY AND FEELING, I COULD READ EVERYTHING U WRITE A MILLION TIMES OVER ILY

@teyvattales ⁺◟my jinji- sunset rollercoaster // a golden yellow sunflower against a dazzling blue sky

REBBYYY u just give off pure, loving, warm energy.... ur always SO NICE and remind me of a pleasant summer day <3 everytime we interact it feels like ive known u forever idk LMAOOAA this song is just so comfortable and gives off very similar energy to u AHHH UR FLUFF WRTING IS SOOOOO GOOD !!! u are extremely talented and i cant wait to see what u put out next <33 much love !!

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all of u are free to do this yourselves with your own moots/friends as well !! love u all lots and lots

[queen-of-the-avengers]

I’m Going to be Okay

Characters: Bucky Barnes x Reader, minor characters

Word Count: 1,780

Warnings: angst, panic attack, being able to read others’ thoughts and becoming overwhelmed about it

Request: Do you think you could write a Bucky x Reader where she has psychic powers and she loses control of them during a fight and Bucky is the only one who can calm her down? Like maybe she starts off hearing people's thoughts and it just kinda spirals from there? I know this idea has been done before, but I really like your writing style and would love to read your take on it. Thanks in advance! 

Summary: The ability to hear others’ thoughts can be a bit overwhelming, but Bucky is there to help you thought it all no matter what.

Squared Filled: Free Space // Wrting Style: First Person // Panic Attack

Author’s Note: This is for @star-spangled-bingo and @buckybarnesbingo and @badthingshappenbingo respectively. If you have any requests, please send them in! This is unbeta’d and any and all mistakes are all on me.

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Why can’t I remember what I did last night?

Is this my bra or Jenn’s? Who cares, I’m keeping it.

I really hope that bitch is out before my wife comes home or else I’m dead.

Medicine. Food. Clothes. Kids. Easy to remember.

I wonder if Madison would like that new underground restaurant that just opened for elites. I am putting my entire savings into this.

The chick with the red shirt is smoking, but her eyes are crazy? Do I try and make a move? Ah, fuck it.

“Excuse me?” a man asked as he tapped on my shoulder while Bucky was off getting us something to drink in a nearby store.

“Shut up!” I hissed to the voices inside my head before whipping around. The man smiled nervously before making an excuse to get out of there quickly.

Never mind. That bitch is just straight-up crazy.

“Please shut up!” I whimpered as I tried to cover my ears as if that would stop the voices from speaking. If anything, it only made things louder for me. The voices weren't my voices in my head, they were everyone else’s. My special power was able to hear people’s thoughts among other things. Only recently was I rescued from my own super hero trafficking ring where mad scientists experiment on people that bad men captured before selling them off to the highest bidder. Experiments that would create powers in people that only others could dream of.

Before my kidnapping, I was a normal girl: I got straight As, went to a good college, had a tight circle of really good friends, and even had a long-term boyfriend that I saw marrying one day. Everything was going according to plan, and I was really excited for what the future could hold for me. But then the kidnapping happened, and my life hasn’t been the same since.

“Hmm,” I muttered as I approached my apartment door.

“What is it?” my friend, Tamara asked over the other end of the line. We had just broken off from an intense day of studying for one of the biggest finals of our college experience. This final would make or break our careers so I really wanted to ace it.

“My apartment door is opened slightly. I thought I closed it before I left,” I sighed.

“Girl, your apartment has all kinds of problems. The offer still stands, you know.”

“You’re too kind. I feel like I would be intruding on yours and Mark’s life. I’ll be okay. It’s just a few more months until I can move to California to start my new job,” I said excitedly as I entered my apartment. The light switch doesn’t seem to be doing anything, and I figured a fuse was blown. What else could go wrong? “I gotta go. I’ll call you later.”

“Okay. Get some sleep. We can meet around the same time at the cafe across the street from the school.”

“Okay, bye,” I said as I hung up. With the lights not working, I felt kind of unsafe, but decided to check the fuse box in the morning since I was pretty tired. Making my way to my bedroom, I got the uneasy feeling that someone was watching me, but I forced myself to let it go. Before I could take my jacket off, someone appeared behind me before grabbing me and knocking me out.

The last thing anyone has ever heard me say was “okay, bye” because I never saw my friends after that. They may as well think I was dead, and in a way, I kind of was. A lot of experiments were done on me to gain the abilities that I had. Apart from hearing other people’s thoughts, I was psychic as in telekinetic. I was able to move things with my mind which happened often. After receiving my abilities, I was bought off by some rich man, but before I could actually meet him, Tony Stark came in with his team to save the women who were kidnapped.

The men started shooting up the place, and I was the only one that survived. Tony brought me in to help me gain control of my powers, but it was proving to be difficult. The only person who didn't look at me like I was crazy was Bucky Barnes. Tony assigned him to me since he was the only one that could actually connect with me on some level. Whenever he was in the room, I found myself being calmed merely by his presence. There was a certain level of comfort he radiated, and I felt safe with him around. When he established a safe zone with me, that is when the training began.

It took many months until he deemed me okay to be out in public. However, he never anticipated just how much stress other people would be on my mind and body. I never had a choice if and when I heard other people's thoughts, so they all raced at me at full speed. The words pounded in my head, giving me a constant headache that never seemed to go away. I tried to tune them out with music, but the voices won every single time.

“Why don’t we go into a library where it’s quiet,” Bucky whispered to me as he steered me into the nearest one. He was taking me out on a date, and I was trying to have some fun but was failing miserably. Walking inside the library, I noticed everyone’s mouth closed as they silently did their things, but all I could hear was their thoughts as they screamed at me.

"Mr. and Mrs. Dursley of number four, Privet Drive, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much.”

“In my younger and more vulnerable years my father gave me some advice that I've been turning over in my mind ever since. Whenever you feel like criticizing anyone, he told me, just remember that all the people in this world haven't had the advantages that you've had.”

“It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife.”

“When he was nearly thirteen, my brother Jem got his arm badly broken at the elbow."

“Shut up!” I yelled, startling everyone in the library. They all looked at me like I was crazy which then changed the thoughts I heard. Crazy. Bitch. Psycho. Those were just some of the words I was hearing when my heart started to race. One of the things that was guaranteed with these powers was panic attacks, and one of them was coming on. When my blood pressure was high and I started panicking, that is when my telekinesis took on full effect.

Books started flying off the shelves with some of them hitting people in the head while others slammed to the ground. Chairs flew from their places near tables to across the room. The lights started flickering, and the only thing I could hear was screaming both inside my head and out.

“Shut up!” I yelled as I covered my ears. Bucky rushed to me and grabbed my shoulders to at least start the process of calming me down. Everyone was scared of what I could do, and I knew that going out in the world was a bad idea since I clearly wasn’t ready.

“Y/N, you need to calm down. Listen to the sound of my voice and only my voice,” he said.

“I can’t, it’s too loud in here!” I whimpered as tears leaked from my eyes. Everyone around us watched with wide eyes filled with fear which only got me more anxious. I never wanted to be the reason that fear was in someone. I never wanted to be the person that people dreaded going near.

“Y/N look at me. You can do it. Just look into my eyes,” he urged. My eyes flitted all around the room before settling on his. I tried to look away, but his eyes were too captivating to leave.

“Please help me,” I whimpered.

“Just breathe with me. The voices seem loud, but the volume will go down if you’re relaxed and calm. You can do it, I believe in you,” he said as he took deep breaths with me. “Take a deep breath and hold it.” Thinking he was onto something good, I took a shaky breath in and held it for a few seconds before letting it out. “You’re doing so well. Keep going. Try holding it for longer.” Taking another steady breath in, I was able to hold this one for a few more seconds longer. The books stopped flying, the chairs stopped moving, and the lights stopped flickering. Everyone could see that whatever Bucky was doing seemed to be working as they let him do his thing as they waited.

“I’m scared,” I whispered.

“I know. I know the voices are loud, but just listen to the sound of my voice. Focus on me and tune everyone else out. Just hear the waves coming from my mouth and block everyone else’s,” he instructed as he continued to coach me through this. As time ticked on, the voices in my head reduced in size until his thoughts was the only one I could focus on.

I love you.

“You love me?” I gasped.

“Is that what you heard?”

“That’s the only thing I hear. I can’t hear anyone else’s. It’s like my body is focusing only on yours and shutting everyone else out. I can do this? I can control who I listen to and when?” I asked emotionally. This was a major development in my case and I was excited by the results.

“It’s been there all along. Your anxiety refuses to let you single someone out until I forced you to focus on mine only. You think coming out here was a bad idea? No, it got to you to realize that you can live with this ability and still have a normal life. I’m right here, and I’m not going anywhere.”

“I can do this?” I struggled to get out. This was all very emotional to me since I’ve always felt so submissive to this power.

“You can do this,” Bucky smiled widely as he turned to the crowd that was watching. He began to calm them down and assure them that everything was going to be alright, but the only thing I could hear and focus on was I love you coming from his head over and over again.

I was going to be okay after all.

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[kimnjss]

Got us his and her milk shakes as a joke....

But bro I don't think it's a joke anymore😅😅😅😅😅

I really really really wanna be added to your tag list.....

Could you maybe do that????? (@fangurl-ontgeside)

Your writing is so nice and the edits are so fun and I just really love your flow in the works you have and just I .....🥺🥺🥺🥺

You give me so many happy emotions I can't put it into words😅😅😍😍🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

LMAO literally ., he knew what he was doing when he stood in that line and ordered those drinks . of course i'll add you to the taglist !! i'm so glad you're enjoying this story so far ., i've been having so much fun wrting ittt ! can't wait for you to see what's next .

[onibugis]

Tagged by @dreaminglee♥ thank you so much aahh you’re so sweet... Also you love corgis... I LOVE corgis too... 

Nicknames: Nei

Gender: Female

Star Sign: Geminis

Sexuality: Bi?? Not even sure myself lol

Height: 1′65m

Hogwarts House: Hufflepuff

Favorite Animal: Tiebtan fox... long long story (not really it just remains me of Kim Yongguk fsdfsdf)

Average Hours Spent Sleeping: 7-8

Dogs or Cats: Both!! But a lil more dogs...

Number of blankets i sleep with: Two, three if it gets really cold

Dream Trip: South Korea & Thailand~

Dream Job: Anything related with wrting or translating really

When I made the account: I made this side blog like.. 2 month ago or so?? Maybe 3??

Why I made this account: Tbh... solely to post the Nu’est as knights AU... but now I want to write more fasdfsf also to express my undying love for Baekho and Nu’est in general

Number of Followers: Almost 100!! I’m so happy thank you y’all for following me♥ 

Not tagging bcs I don’t really know anyone and i’m really shy ;; but if you see it and want to do it go on~

[writtenwordsoffic]

The Inquisitve Snake - Part 3 - Jughead x Reader

Part 1

Part 2

Masterlist

@idle-lanes @sgarrett49 @murderyoursoul @moonlight53

Music while writing: Red Hot Chili Peppers “Give It Away”, ELO “Don’t Bring Me Down”, Talking Heads “Take Me to the River”

Anonymous said: hi i love the inquisitive snake please write more ps: i’m demi so thx for wrting somthing i dont have to transform while reading

Thank you all for the response of this series so far. I hope you all keep reading. I really appreciate it. 

It had been a few days since I had last talked to Y/N - some gentle waves in the hallway occurred but that was about it.

I did however give Ricky some pictures of the gang and me. Veronica was fine for covering for her, Archie and Kevin. Even if there was a discount. And while a club in Midvale wasn’t exactly up my alley, I knew a night out with my friends was needed. That didn’t however stop my curiosity and thoughts of Y/N.

I decided to once again ditch class - I had an idea where she’d be at least. I lead my feet to the art room that was once again mostly empty - and then I knocked on the door. She looked to the window opening and unlocked the door. Her music, albeit a little quieter than last time, once again playing. 

“Hey Jughead”, she went back to her stool, going back to her painting. I dragged a stool and brought it closer to her. 

“New painting?”, I stared at the canvas in front of me. 

“Yeah. Not sure where I’m going with it exactly but this part was in my head for a bit…did you want to draw again?”, she turned giving a slight smile. 

“Sure”. I took my jacket off and set it by my bag. She got out my paper and such, setting the bottles back up according to my drawing. 

She gave a smile. “I’m going to keep going on my painting but feel free to talk or whatever. I don’t mind”. She handed me some pencils and I leaned into the table - drawing what was in front of me. “So I saw you gave Ricky some pictures…”, it seemed for once she was questioning me. 

“Yeah. I figured Betty would want a night out of Riverdale and my friends want to tag along”. 

“Well they should be done tomorrow hopefully…”, I could tell her focus was first on the painting, her words second. 

“How do you do get that done by the way?”, my curiosity once again getting the better of me. 

She gave a small chuckle. “Well I transferred here at the start of freshmen year. And I surpassed ‘Southside Highs expectations’ of the typical student. So I just need to take some basic history class and math every year. I can technically graduate early but I honestly have nowhere to go after this. Anyway…”, she could tell she was getting off track. “Two of my periods are spent here but I’m also the office aid for the school. And well, I have certain accessibility to things to make Id’s. I have a template for the state and I just make them here. I never know when I can get in there alone though”. 

“Wow. So you’re like a genius huh?”. 

She laughed. “Maybe just for this school but I wouldn’t go THAT far”. 

I gave a small cackle. After that, a small amount of pause lasted over the room. She was focused on her painting while I maintained my eyes to the drawing and bottles in front of me. Although, I wouldn’t care to admit that my focus wasn’t solely on my drawing. 

After a little while, I decided to finally focus on a thought that had brought me to the room initially. “You should come”. My voice was trying to remain steady.

“Hmm? Come to what?”, she peered out of the side of her canvas as it had been evident that she didn’t have any thoughts on me. 

“To Midvale. We’re going to a club”. Honestly, I wasn’t all that excited about going to a club. 

“Um…I wouldn’t want to impose. That and going to a club isn’t really my thing. Drinking is fine and all, I’m just not big on dancing”. 

I chuckled. “You think it’s my thing?” She gave a soft giggle - and genuinely I was getting enamored by her laugh. 

“Hey now. I’ve been told not to judge a Serpent by his jacket. For all I know, you are quite the dancing queen”. She gave a smirk to me, knowing I was turning back to face her. 

I laughed to follow the jest. “Not a dancer. But in all sincerity you should come, new friends and all that”. 

She gave a soft sigh. “I don’t exactly make friends easily…”. A nervous tone came from her voice. 

“You’d be helping me not being dragged out to the dance floor as much”, I was guilting her now. 

She gave a small huff, “okay okay, I’ll come”. 

“Will you need a ride?”, I looked back behind me and noticed that she was approaching the sink - once again washing out a brush. 

She set her brush down, now wiping her hands with a towel. “I can take care of myself Jughead”. She gave thought. “You may not want to wear that in Midvale”, she pointed to my jacket. “Might give too much hint that you’re from out of town”. 

I pondered for a moment. “Thanks for the tip. So…Saturday?” 

She smiled. A face I was noticing lit up a little more each time I encountered her. “Yeah okay, you’ve convinced me. I really should get out more anyway”. 

I set my pencil down and handed her my phone. She arched an eyebrow - “to tell you where and when we’ll be there”. She took the phone and put her number in, coming closer to hand it back. 

She walked up behind me and looked at my progress. “This is getting to be great. I like how you fragmented the glass. Fairly surreal”. 

I arched my head back and gave a smile. “Thanks. I think I like drawing”. 

“Here. Hold on”. She went to a cabinet and rifled through some shelves. Then she went to a bookshelf and grabbed something. She handed me both a book and a small blank sketchbook. “You can keep the pencils. I have a ton anyway. When you see something you like, draw it the way you see it. And this is a book on surrealist artists. I think you’ll like it - give you some inspiration”. She gave a smile. 

“Thanks”, I felt as if I was surely smiling too hard but she really was genuine in her words. 

Something was too different about her to not find alluring. Just as last time - we both began to put everything in their rightful place and began to leave the room. She once again gave a soft wave as she walked to her next class. A sense of guilt once again washed over me - as I felt that I was to excited for Saturday night. 

*roaring music* 

“What?!?!?”. 

“I said I’m going to sit at the bar!”. I shouted to Archie. He gave a slight nod as he, Veronica and Kevin made their way to the dance floor. Betty accompanied me to a stool. “You really do look great”, I gave a kiss to Betty’s neck while she gave a smile in appreciation. She was wearing something a little out of place for her - Veronica’s clothing if I had ever had to guess. A tight black dress with a shoulder detail and an opened back. I held her close. “You want to go dance with them?” 

She gave a gentle nod. “You good here? I know this isn’t your thing…”. She bit her lip slightly. I definitely could never handle how gorgeous the beautiful blonde was. 

“Don’t worry about me”. I gave a small smile and she gave a peck to my cheek. She was off to find the rest of our friends. I sat there for a little bit, playing with my rum and coke. I still wasn’t a big drinker but something was better than nothing to partake in. 

“Come here often?”, I heard a familiar laugh and turned. There stood Y/N. Wearing some tight black jeans and a rather loose fitting top. Nothing all too different than the typical t-shirt and jeans I would usually see her in. 

She took the seat next to me at the bar. “White Russian please”. She caught the attention of the bartender quite quickly, flashing her ID. She looked at me gently, “didn’t take you for a button up type of guy”. 

 I laughed and took a sip. “It’s my friends Archie’s”. 

She nodded. “They all on the dance floor?” She somewhat peered up as if she was looking for Betty herself. 

“Yep. Told you I wasn’t a dancer”. The bartender set her drink in front of her. “So what is that?”. 

“Not a cocktail drinker eh? It’s vodka, Kahlua and cream. Sweet tasting but still packs a punch”. She reached over the bar and grabbed another small straw. She handed it to me as well as her drink. 

I took a sip. “Huh. I actually kind of like that”. 

“Stick around and I’ll share my knowledge”. She took the drink back - our fingers slightly touching and I couldn’t help but feel a soft tingle during the touch. She took the glass and began to take a drink. 

“I went through all of that art book you gave me”. A shy smile upon my face. 

“Oh yeah?”, her voice went up a little as the newest song was louder than the last. “What did you think?” 

“Honestly you were right. I very much like the whole surrealist movement. There’s something a little broken about it - a different view on everyday things”.

“Exactly! It’s how the artist sees something and surrealism really displays the unconsciousness with a dream like mold between ‘typical and abnormal’. She lit up - this was definitely a subject that she held dear. 

“So what’s the next movement you’d introduce me too?”, my question came out more coy than part of me intended. Another part of me just felt it as a natural response. 

She laughed. “Well while I would love to introduce you to Dadism - I don’t know if you’re ready for that just yet”. I gave a smile - one that was soon interrupted.

“Juggie! You should get out there man!”, Archie quickly put his arm over my shoulder and then looked at me oddly when he realized I was talking to a girl. I felt a little embarrassed. “Who’s your friend?”, Archie’s focus went to Y/N. 

“Y/N. I know Jughead from school”, without any fear, Y/N pushed her hand forward to Archie. “I’m how you got in here”, her voice came out quieter. 

“Ah. You a serpent?” 

She shook her head. “I just have business with them”, she set her drink down and once again caught the attention of the bartender. 

“Ronnie sent me to get drinks, go dance with Betty!”. I looked to Y/N and gave a reluctant smile. “I’ll be back”. 

She nodded with a new drink in hand, “tell her I say hi”. 

Y/N’s POV 

I felt Archie’s eyes look at me with a little bit of a glare. As if he was protecting Jughead. 

He hadn’t even told his friends that he had invited me. Maybe he was embarrassed by who I was as a person. 

I sat there drink in hand thinking how to start a conversation with the red haired ginger in front of me. I had a feeling in the pit of my stomach that this night wasn’t what I thought it was going to be.

[jobanana7]

How I write meme

I was tagged by the amazing @mega-aulover (😀💓💓) and I thought it was so cool and I related so v much with one of her answers so…

Is there a snack you like to eat while writing? Mm mm … Not really , water, maybe?

What time of day do you usually write? At night (I’m a night owl)

Where do you write? In my comfortable bed!!!! Lol

How often do you write a new Thing? Well like I’ve never been super confident in my writing so I’ve only been writing for like a month lol plus I’m concious about the fact that English is not my mother language so …. But I will say I’m working on like 2 things right now

Do you listen to music while you write? Nope I can’t is like distracting for me

Paper or laptop? Laptop all the way

Do you have a pre-writing ritual? Remember when I said I couldn’t write while listening to music? It is true but I still love music so what I’ll do is listen to the song I’m taking as inspiration (if any) and I’ll listen to it twise and I’ll have some water and get comfortable in bed maybe watch a few vids on the tube and then I’ll start writing

what do you do to get into the writing?For me this process stars in the morning while I’m taking a shower I’ll think about the whole thing and I’ll read it in the afternoon while my nephew (who I babysit for) is taking a nap and then after dinner I’ll rewrite whatever it is i fell needs to be changed.

do you have a reward for word count? Mm mm… Not really, like for me the satisfaction that I got 500 words in like 45 min is enough lol

is there anything about your wrting process your readers don’t know about? Yup the reason why is so satisfying to get that few words and why I can’t listen to music while actually writing is because I have ADD so is very hard for me not to get distracted by something else but I fell like I’m doing fine so…

now…. Tagging @chele20035 @chizuu @josh-hutch and @jlalafics

[aubzylynn]

All The Creative Things

Do This: List all the things you’re currently working on in as much or little detail as you’d like, then tag some friends to see what they’re working on. This can be writing, art, vids, gifsets, whatever.

I was tagged by the beautiful @eileenlikesyou-maybe, thank you sweetheart! Okay, so none of these have titles. That’s like, literally the very last thing I do apparently. 

1940′s Series

Bucky x Reader This is literally gonna be everything I’ve ever wanted in a ‘40′s fic. It started out as 3 parts, but it’s grown exponentially. I have no idea when I’ll post it because I keep doing WAY too much research. But, it follows your life in the 1930′s and 1940′s with Steve and Buck - from when the pair meet each other to the end of World War 2 (This is also kinda au-ish, so there’s a happy ending). This is gonna be the slowest burn and the slowest enemies-to-lovers trope you’ve ever seen. Yall are gonna hate me.

Baking Fic

Bucky x Reader Okay, so I combined 4 requests for this one. I had 2 requests asking to take Bucky to the supermarket with cuteness and confusion, one for Bucky overhearing you tell someone that you like him (and he takes it upon himself to teas you/ask you about it until you finally tell him how you feel), and the last is a request for when you’re not on missions, you bake for your teammates. This has also gotten out of hand because I watched The Great British Baking Show to draw inspiration. now I’m obesessed with the show, and i have a lot of ideas about baking with Buck.

Drabble with Tony

Nobody requested this... I just needed it. I’ve been having a really hard few months, and this came to mind a few weeks ago. I just recently started wrting it. It’s basically just Tony cheering you up after you fucked up. (I need dad/older brother Tony, okay?)

Dad!Bucky

Bucky x Reader Nobody asked for this, this is something my brain works on when I’m on my period because I want a family hardcore when Aunt Flo comes, and Bucky with kids makes my heart so happy.

Hogwarts AU

Bucky x Reader lol here’s another series I’m working on with @wiintershero. It’s gonna be great! It’s set within the canon storyline, between Goblet of Fire and Deathly Hallows, but it follows our Avenger squad and the shenanigans they all get into. I’m really proud of us for this because we’ve integrated MCU storylines into the Hogwarts AU seamlessly (I say “we,” it was actually all Taylor. I was just there to scream about it all).

1k Celebration

Everybody x Reader Yes, i’m still planning on continuing these. These drabbles will probably get done first with my time restraints. 

1989 Series

Dean Winchester x Reader I was working on this before I joined the MCU fandom. It’s also set within the canon storyline between seasons 1-10. It follows your relationship with Dean, inspired by Taylor Swift’s album 1989.

There’s also a handful of requested fics that have been sitting in the back of my mind, including but not limited to: Siren!Reader x Sailor!Bucky, Avengers at ComicCon, Nat x Reader adorableness, lots of cute Steve x Reader requests from @dont-forget-youre-beautiful, quite a few songifcs, and a lot more that I can’t remember off the top of my head.

I tag @sarahwroteathing @whatsbetterthanfantasy @avasparks and anyone else that wants to participate

Buy me a coffee? (Idk if this counts as a creative thing, but I’m about $400 away from my goal. It’d mean so much to me if you guys could donate!)

[bey0nd-the-peruvian-lama]

Fanfics ask

I’ve been tagged by @a-study-in-shakespeare​. Jesus you won’t stop even if I tell you so right ?

Why/how did you get into fanfiction?

I first started to read fanfictions when I discovered the Hetalia fandom, and it was with @a-study-in-shakespeare​‘s fictions. And... Yeah, I just got inspired during one French class and went with the flow to write my first fanfiction about this manga.

Why did you get into writing?

That’s one dumb question duh. Like, man I don’t know. Just, I already loved writing as a child so It just went by naturally.

How long have you been writing? 2 years of fanfictions for now.

Do you think you’re a good writer? Well... Just as @a-study-in-shakespeare​ said, ask my readers. (even if I don’t have much... *sob*) I can’t answer this question because firstly I’m an eternal insatisfied person about EVERY SINGLE THING I’m doing in my life, and secondly because I’m not in the right place to be criticising what I write and wrote.

Do you think you’ve improved?

Compared to my first fanfiction, yes. But as I said I really am critical about what I write so I won’t be able to say anything good about it.

Name one thing that helps you write Music.

Have you ever gotten hate related to fics? If it’s the case, I have never received any threatening messages though.

Fanfiction or books?

Both.

Do you want to professionally write? If not, what would you like to do/what do you do? Honestly? I don’t think so. I repeat myself, but I am too critical toward myself to write something I personnaly created, a story that would not be based on an other fictional universe. I‘m currently studying History at University, so I’m not really meant to end as a writer. But maybe one day you’ll see vulgarization books about History for kids wrote by me.

Have you ever been published professionally? Nope.

What is your favorite story/ies you’ve written?

Sweet Dreams, mon Cher and Bella Ciao. I think I’m more and more messing up things with Der Fall von Deutschland and that’s a shame because I really do loved this story.

Why is it/are they your favorite(s)? I really thought and wrote Sweet Dreams, mon Cher as if it was a film. And it did work just as I wanted it to! I mean, I took a very long time to write it, did many research, worked a lot on the flow, the articulation of the different parts and narratives, etc etc. It gave me a hard time, but It was worth it and I’m quite proud of it.

And Bella Ciao... Well it’s not finished yet (and it barely began actually) but I really do like the plot I chose for it. British intelligences and World War II context... What else could I dream for?

What is your least favorite story/ies you’ve written? Meh. I already said I’m the self-critical type. So merely EVERYTHING I wrote is garbage for me.

Why is/are they your least favorite(s)? /

What is something you expect from a fanfiction? Emotions. I’m really a sensitive reader, who likes to be drawned in the fanfiction’s context/universe. If after a few words I’m not totally submerged in the story I just stop reading. || Consistency or Realism. I mean, I really don’t like stories which couldn’t be “occurate”, or which distorde the characters’personality too much.

How do you feel about troll fics? I remember reading once troll fics in the Hetalia fandom about Sweden and an Ikea shelf, and about Lithuania and a potato. That was reaaaally funny, but... It depends on what those troll fics are about.

What is your favorite writing style? I don’t really have any favourite writing style... I think though.

Do you write things for the sake of popularity? No. I just write what I want and like to write.

Do you think fanfiction is a good way to get into writing? “Yes. If you’re too shy or not at ease with creating your own characters, it can help. I see it as a full and complex in itself though, not an inferior type pf wrting for failed writers as people often see it.” <<<<< Exactly the same, Sweetheart.

What is something you like about the fanfiction world? I don’t know... I’ve encountered one precious friend thanks to fanfictions, and... No really I don’t know, I’m not good with these kind of questions :,(

What is something you dislike about the fanfiction world? Fandom wars. You have the right to dislike, or even hate a pairing I ship, and vice versa. But don’t you DARE try to impose your likes to me and I won’t do the same to you. (Like, man. I am the only one in my friends group who hate RusAme from Hetalia. I don’t even count anymore the times when they just pissed me off about this with “why don’t you ship them? They are so cute together!” NO. I don’t like it, please respect this and shut your mouth. I’d be really grateful.)

What is a pairing you’re currently shipping? You know, there will ALWAYS be 4 pairings I will never be able to forget or not to ship anymore: Hetalia’s FrUk and Spamano; and Haikyuu!!’s IwaOi (the old married couple <3) and BokuAka (my sweet owlets~).

What is something canon you’ll never ship? *spoiler alert* John/Mary. JOHN IS SHERLOCK’S PROPERTY F * C K  U MARY I DID NOT EVEN CRY FOR YOUR DEATH.

What is something fanon you’ll never ship? Incest.

In conclusion: Any writing advice? “Enjoy yourself first, write what you feel like writing, not what people expect/want you to write, and make your own choices. Your writing style is personal and it should stay that way: determined by your own choices (nothing upsets me more than having a teacher checking and changing my writing style. Grr). “ - Quoting Ve again because I totally agree with it.

AND I TAG NOBODY.