#my writing ramblings

[total-serene560]

Last night I had a dream about a very AU byler fic idea in which Mike was a binary trans man and coming to terms with that in the late 80s/early 90s (none of the UD stuff happens, El is actually Hop's daughter, etc. etc. etc.) after seeing an interview with a trans man on TV, while at the same time Will has been incredibly confused for years because he's very much gay but likes his best friend (who he thinks is a girl) and decides he needs to come clean about his sexuality and general confusion after they start dating after senior prom. They both have parallel identity crises triggered by this relationship, (sorta) come out to each other, and then try to navigate this thing between them and who they are as individuals. And it's just beautiful and stressful and heartwarming but also heartbreaking and god fucking damn it I need to write this don't I?

[marvelmusing]

… fox fox the dæmon?

Yes!! I had this idea that in the Our Souls AU members of the Ravkan royal family don’t name their dæmons until they settle into their adult form (to encourage a ‘respectful’ detachment from their dæmon)

Naming his dæmon Reynard (since the name means fox) means that Nikolai fully embraces the fact that his soul has taken the form of a fox, and his behaviour will reflect that - he will be cunning and wily like a fox

[ghoulangerlee]

I started writing this thing with the ghoulettes last night and unfortunately it's developed a plot when it was largely supposed to be just smut whoops

[persepinas]

Sunday smutday ayyyyyy

[shadowriel]

New idea: instead of writing the fic, you come over to my house and I tell you the entire plot while I pace my tiny kitchen. There’s a cup of tea, warm in your hands. The words don’t stop and the affection never leaves your expression.

[adrianfridge]

Height gap romance except the shorter one is frequently depicted in situations where they are contextually taller. The taller one sitting while the shorter one looms over them. Both of them lying in bed with the taller one’s head pressed to the shorter one’s chest. The shorter one straddling the taller one’s lap and leaning down for a kiss. The taller one on their knees as the shorter one tilts their head up. Please, it makes me go feral

[starryvomit]

[herhurthoneyheart]

I will forever be the person who says "it’s okay, I understand.." even when my heart is breaking into pieces..

[greenteaandtattoos]

A traditional "knight saves the princess" story except at the end, the princess sighs and goes, "I suppose you want my hand in marriage as a reward" and the knight goes, "Oh, no, I'm just new in town and wanted to make friends but I've got really bad social anxiety" and the princess is like, "Rad, because I was never gonna fall in love with you" and they live happily ever after as besties (they're both aroace).

[luna-andra]

Nanami naturally puts on a little more weight in the winter months. For a man with his build, he has a bit of pudge when he's relaxed in front of you. But when he puts on that winter bulk, his abdominals are less defined unless he's flexing or sucking in. And you are constantly begging him to not hide any bit of it because God it's so fucking delicious. "Nooo, don't take your belly from me, Kento~" you whined as your arms snake around his waist to cop a feel. And when you have him naked and you get that rare chance of having him beneath you? You're damn right you're taking that golden opportunity to suck and leave love bites on all the places you can get away with. What a fucking blessing to have more of him, even if he feels internally insecure about it. But when you lavish him with that much affection, giving him physical and verbal reassurance, he can't help but fall harder in love with you.

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[bizarrelittlemew]

i can't wait to be 30+ and still in fandom and i can't wait to be 40+ and still in fandom and i can't wait to be 50+ and still in fandom and i can't wait to be 60+ and still in fandom and i can't wait to be 70+ and still in fandom and i can't wait to be 80+ and still in fandom and i can't wait to be 90+ and still in fandom and i can't wait to look back on my life and know that i loved things deeply and passionately and was inspired to create and was part of communities with incredible people from all over the world brought together by the stories that touched us

[total-serene560]

I wrote 3.7k words today and blasted my way through most of chapter 1.

[marvelmusing]

I just caught up with In Another Life and I’m curious but can Aleksander and reader have children??

I never really planned for the two of them to have children at any point (but if people want to imagine them having kids then go for it) I talked about this a little here

But I do have an idea that’s been lingering in the back of my head:

When Aleksander and the reader return to the Little Palace at the end of What the Future Holds, I planned for them to be called over the border into Shu Han, where an avalanche has revealed a rather harmless scrap of the Fold which has been trapped in the mountains.

When the reader and Aleksander journey there, they take down the last piece of the Fold successfully. But then they hear a baby crying.

When the Fold had been created the merzost had turned people into volcra, but at the edge of the Fold, where the merzost was spread thinly in the mountains, an abandoned Grisha baby was able to survive for centuries.

So Aleksander and the reader take the baby back to the Little Palace, and they raise him together.

The little boy adores Aleksander, always staring curiously up at him with wide dark eyes. Once he can walk he’s tottering behind Aleksander, clinging onto his trousers to stabilise his wobbly legs.

He loves the sound of the reader’s voice as they read to him - usually a mixture of Ravkan folktales and stories from their own world.

The three of them become a close-knit trio rather quickly, and remain close, even as he grows up into an immortal man that they both consider as their son.

I might write a little fic about this, if people like the idea.

[foldingfittedsheets]

In one misfortunate year I ended up getting into several car accidents. It cemented my general fear and anxiety in cars, because in each case I was either in the car but not driving or driving safely when suddenly something hit me.

One was my ex driving in an unfamiliar city and cutting someone off on accident that resulted in a sideswipe. Another was getting rear ended when I came to a required stop.

The last was when I had a green arrow at an intersection. I turned and was smashed into by someone running a red light, T-boning my little car.

Dazed and in shock I tottered out of the car to behold a crusty older man eating a donut step out of the offending vehicle. A fire truck arrived to block us off from traffic since my car could no longer move under its own power.

“Were you on your way home from work?” The firemen asked me.

I shook my head, struggling to focus on them, “No,” I said vaguely, “I was on my way home from volunteering at the animal shelter.”

In an instant they were closing ranks around me, glaring at the ambivalent donut man who would dare to hit a tiny frail angel who volunteered at the animal shelter. They asked if I needed to get anything out of my car. I did.

“It’s… uh. It’s a little weird though.”

They gestured for me to proceed. I grabbed a bag with snacks and books and filled it with things I couldn’t just leave in my car. Last out I pulled my cutlass.

“Is that a sword?!”

It was. They were instantly like giant puppy dogs, excited and delighted but trying to mind their manners. The bravest said, “Can we…?” I held out the sword. They whooped with delight, unsheathing and marveling at it.

“Why do you have that in your car?”

“I honestly don’t remember, it’s just a fun thing to have at a party now.”

“Is your wrist okay?”

My shock was wearing off and I realized I was cradling my wrist to my chest. “Oh.” I rummaged into my bag and pulled out a wrist brace.

“Wh….why do you already have that?” I was starting to confuse the firemen. I volunteered with cats, had a sword offhand, and kept a wrist brace in my car bag.

“Sometimes I try to hold books in a way that sprains my wrist? So I have this in my car just in case.”

They stared at me. Maybe, like my wife, they assumed it was for masturbation induced injuries. They handed my sword back as the tow truck arrived and thanked me for letting them play with it. They gave donut man one last glare and drove their big truck away.

[persepinas]

I was going to write this thing in a fic I had in mind but it didn’t work out for me. It’s still funny as hell to me though.

Louis, reading from a random magazine: Did you know you should spray perfume at spots upon your body you want to be kissed at?

Lestat, flashes to bedroom, returns and dumps a bottle of perfume onto his crotch, then looks at Louis, grinning like a dumbass.

Louis,

[misteria247]

I'm realizing that Stan is actually incredibly smart. Like in a Ford kind of way to some extent.

Like yes Stan's street smart and life smart but he's also got the smarts that Ford's praised for. Because he had rebuilt the portal and figured out his brother's notes and equations.

Like do you know how hard math is on Ford and Fiddleford's level of expertise??? How complicated and delicate it is????? Especially the kind that brings portals to life???? And Stan figured it out. Had taught himself to read and comprehend these difficult things. Difficult things that requires college degrees in science and mathematics.

And Stan did this on an incomplete high school grade level of academics.

That's fucking nuts. Sure it took 30 years but he learned it. By himself, can you imagine how frustrated he got, teaching himself Ford's educational level??? Using his mechanical skills of fixing his car to be up to par to Fiddleford's impressive craftsmanship????

And I can just see how Ford and Fiddleford react post apocalypse. Ford doing equations and science stuff and talking while Fiddleford listens and gives his input when Stan pipes up unintentionally and puts his hat into the ring. And it's mathematically sound?? And these two men are just blown away cuz what the actual hell?? Ford's immediately questioning Stan, wanting to hear his thoughts while Fiddleford watches impressed and Stan's mortified and a bit overwhelmed. Or Fiddleford working on something and Ford's watching him when Stan points out a better way to make a part work and Fidds is like omg thank you Stanley??? And Ford's looking at his little brother dumbfounded and itching to bomb him with questions and whatnot.

Stan never knows peace afterwards.