#my. writings

[oswaldsleftbicep]

halloo, could I request a drabble with our dearest grumpy angel lord Mikael :] ? with an s/o who used to be a professional in the beauty industry back on earth, maybe a chill cuddly evening where they take care of his hair and style it ? Gender neutral pls :3

brad mondo, who?

pairing: mikael x gn!reader || word count: 1,219

genre: fluff

cw: none

steam filled the air around you as you stepped out of the bath to towel off. you go slow, taking the time to pat your skin dry, and as you do so, you look over at your boyfriend, watching as he struggles to squeeze all the water from his long hair. you laugh under your breath, admiring just how beautiful he is, and, in particular, how gorgeous his hair is.

he sees you staring at him, and raises an eyebrow at you, "can i help you with something?" he asks, defensive about the vulnerability of the situation.

you smile and shake your head, "you really should be using conditioner, you know," you say instead, trying to shift the focus away from yourself.

"what are you trying to say?"

"i'm saying," you start teasingly, walking over to him, "that if you take so much pride in your hair, you could at least take care of it properly."

he scoffs, rolling his eyes as you pick up a strand of his hair to examine it. "and you're some kind of hair expert?"

"yeah, actually," you begin with a cocky grin, "back on earth i was quite the stylist. in fact my salon called me the brad mondo of our town."

"brad who?"

"not important," you say quickly, "what is important is that i can save you from dead ends and brittle hair. i don't know what's in the shampoo here, but i can tell it's not quite working for you, babe."

mikael stares at you, an offended look on his face as he searches for a comeback to what you just said. but he can't seem to stop thinking about what you said about brittle hair and dead ends. he does take a lot of pride in his hair, that's why he puts up with its length all the time. if what you're saying is true about you being the greatest hair stylist... then maybe it'd be okay for you to help him out.

"fine," he begins, "but if you even think about cutting my hair, you're never touching it again."

you laugh at his defensiveness, "i know, i know, not after what noel did. now let's go to the room and get set up."

the two of you finish drying off, put on your robes and house slippers, and walk back to your bedroom. you gesture to the vanity, and mikael sits down on the chair, watching in the mirror as you rush around grabbing bottles and brushes and lord knows what else.

"alright, my love," you begin as you make your way to stand behind him, "i'm gonna brush your hair out; let me know if i pull to hard, m'kay?"

at his hesitant nod of approval, you hum excitedly, place a quick kiss on his temple, and begin brushing his hair. he's tense at first, bracing himself for the pulling of knots, but he quickly realizes that you're being very careful and gentle, and he relaxes, letting himself be lulled by the soothing touches on his scalp.

you're smiling and humming to yourself as you work, occasionally glancing up at the mirror to check on your new client. your smile widens when you see the relaxed look on his face, him barely able to keep his eyes open.

once you're done brushing his hair, you gently squeeze and pat it dry with a spare cloth, and move onto the products.

"what do those do?" mikael asks, seeing the bottles in your hands.

"they're gels and stuff you can put in your hair to make it smoother and shinier and stronger and all that good stuff."

"which are you going to put on me?"

"hmm... i'm thinking these here," you respond holding up two bottles before placing one down on the table in front of him, squeezing some of the other into your hand. "we'll start with this one."

you rub the product between your palms and then slowly massage it into his hair and scalp as you talk about what it is and why you're using it. usually mikael would prefer silence when having his hair done, but between how good your hands feel and the sweet sound of your voice, he finds that he doesn't seem to mind.

he sits at the vanity in a loving trance for the next half hour, listening to what you have to say and relishing in the spa treatment you're providing him.

eventually you finish, all too soon in his opinion, and you add your finishing touches. he looks at himself in the mirror and raises his eyebrows in shock at how his hair is practically glowing; it's never looked so soft or so shiny in as long as he can remember. it's so neat, and he notices for the first time that he's even got a slight waviness to his hair.

he reaches a hand up to feel a strand of his hair, and turns to look up at you in amazement. "you're incredible. how did you learn how to do this?"

you chuckle at his expression, "well, back on earth, i went to a cosmetology school to learn how to do hair and makeup, and i became a licensed beautician and did people's hair and stuff until i ended up here."

he's silent for a second, thinking about what you just said. "do you miss it?"

you're taken aback at his question, not expecting him to look guilty at your little story. "a little bit, yeah. i mean i miss my salon and the people i worked with and my regulars," you move to kneel down next to his seat, looking up at him, "but now i have a new regular i can work with."

mikael smiles a bit at that and turns to glance back at himself in the mirror once again. you stand up, and get behind him one last time, brushing your fingers through his hair and separating it into sections to braid. he stares at you the entire time, admiring how skilled you are and how quick you work while still being so careful and attentive. before he knows it, he has a gorgeous, long braid in and once again he's taken aback at how pretty his hair looks.

you watch his expression carefully, taking in the emotions in his eyes, and once you determine that he's pleased with your work, you bend down to place a loving kiss on his cheek, take his hand, and lead him over to the sofa.

"let's have noel get us some tea," you suggest as the two of you sit down, "and we can spend the rest of the night telling stories. how's that sound, my love?"

he hums, pleased at your suggestion, "that sounds wonderful."

a while later, your tea arrives and the two of you are snuggled up on the sofa, sipping on your tea and talking quietly to one another.

"thank you, darling," mikael says out of nowhere.

"hm? for what?" you ask.

"for doing my hair," he begins, "and treating me so carefully. i am full of nothing but love for you."

you smile softly at him, leaning in for a kiss before resuming your position leaning up against him. "of course, anytime you need a spa treatment, you know where to find me."

[write-on-world]

[faeriekit]

"This fic was ai generated—" Cool, so lemme block you real quick

[roboticnebula]

Pros of re-reading your own fic

a good time;

Has exactly the tropes you like and the characterization you want to read;

Gratification: yes you did finish a thing and yes you did do good;

just a very fun time all around.

Cons of re-reading your own fic:

Is that another TYpO

[inkskinned]

please i love you i'm begging you bring back suspension of disbelief bring back trusting the audience like. i cannot handle any more dialogue that sounds like a legal document. "hello, i am here to talk to you about the incident from a few minutes ago, because i feel you might be unwell, and i am invested in your personal wellbeing." "thank you, i am unwell because the incident was hurtful to me due to my childhood, which was bad." I CANT!!!!

do you know how many people are mad that authors use "growled" as a word for "said"? it's just poetics! they do not literally mean "growled," it's just a common replacement for "said with force but in a low tone." it's normal! do you hear me!! help me i love you please let me out of here!!!

[thesefallenembers]

the problem with reading and writing leading to a strong vocabulary is that you tend to know the vibe of words instead of their meanings.

if I used this word in a sentence, would it make sense? absolutely. if you asked me what it meant, could I tell you? absolutely not.

[meluiloth]

Since the whole thing with NaNoWriMo has gone down, I've noticed that one of their former sponsors, Ellipsus, has cut contact with NaNoWriMo because they do not support their stance on AI; I didn't know what Ellipsus was, but upon further research I've found that they are a writing platform that works a lot like Google Docs and Microsoft Word, only with a heavier leaning on the story-writing aspect and connecting with other writers - and they also completely denounce any use of AI, both in the writing process itself and in the use of their platform. I really appreciate that.

Since this is the case (and since I've noticed Google has begun implementing more AI into their software), I've decided to give Ellipsus a try to see if it's a good alternative to Google Docs (my main writing platform). It's completely free and so far, I've found it simple to use (although it is pretty minimal in its features), and I really like the look of it.

I figured I'd spread the word about this platform in case any of you writers would want to give it a try, and if you do, let me know how you like it!

[alivingtypo]

you can pry starting sentences with 'and' or 'but' out of my cold, dead hands

[arson-jellyfish69]

AI disturbance overlays for those who don't have Ibis paint premium. found them on tiktok

[balrogballs]

i'm a writer irl (can't say who because my agent would rightfully put me into a blender and press the button if i go and out myself as "balrogballs") and honestly the funniest and most humiliating incident of my life was the time my finished manuscript triggered a plagiarism flag with the publisher for two lines of prose in my literary fiction novel...

.... which was word for word similar to a paragraph in a certain explicit work on FFN starring elrond and his batsman from the hobbit films, aka that one elf that looked like he ate panic attacks for breakfast (i forget his name but it's Figwit II) where the lord of imladris bends said twink over his writing desk and gives him the battering ram treatment.

and if you think i had to sit in front of one if the biggest publishing companies in the world and admit that it was, in fact, me who wrote the fic where the lord of imladris bends said twink over his writing desk and gives him the battering ram treatment in order to avoid being wrongly flagged for plagiarism, you would be absolutely correct.

(yes they published the book)

[almondpiglet]

ppl were drawing mikus from all over so heres habesha miku and her lil twin sibs rin and len!!

[cheeseanonioncrisps]

An adaptation of Sherlock Holmes set in a world in which the fictional character/literary juggernaut Sherlock Holmes, and all the subsequent adaptations thereof, still exist.

Sherlock Holmes (pronounced Holl-mess, as he is constantly reminding people) just had the misfortune of having parents who really liked the books, and his attitude towards his fictional counterpart is pretty much the same as that of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.

Sherlock runs a Youtube Theory channel called Mysteries Unwrapped with Sherlock Holmes. He has received no less than seven cease and desist letters from the Conan Doyle estate, all of which he has so faded managed to rebuff by pointing out that that's literally his name.

(No he won't change his name. He's Sherlock Holmes the real live human person. Let Sherlock Holmes the non existent fictional character change his name.)

John is Sherlock's flatmate. Sherlock almost refused to live with him once he realised that it would mean staying with a medical student named John, and only gave in once John pointed out that: a) he's a biomedical student, which is completely different from an md, and b) his surname isn't Watson.

It's now been three years, which is long enough for them to have developed a genuine friendship, and for John to have a) started working towards his PhD in biotechnology, and b) for him to start dating somebody with the surname Watson.

Sherlock can feel the narrative closing in.

His Youtube channel is meant to be focused on lost media, fan theories and stuff like that, but he keeps accidentally stumbling upon and then solving genuine crimes.

His brother Mycroft may or may not have chosen that name after he transitions specifically to annoy him.

He doesn't even live in London, but somehow the only flat they could afford was on a street named fucking Baker Street.

Sherlock Holmes and the Unescapable Power of the Narrative.

[smallestflowtree]

PSA for fanfic writers

[who-canceled-roger-rabbit]

Some spins on the "mostly male team with a token woman" trope:

The woman is trans and stayed in her old circle of bros even after transition

The woman is the only one in her circle of "girls" who didn't turn out to be a trans man

[soul-from-another-era]

Unconditional love isn't a free pass to hurt me.