#no tricks fanfic

[waternilly]

No Tricks (George Weasley X OC) - Part 5

Fandom: Harry Potter Ship: George Weasley x OC Word count: 1.9k Warnings: Alcohol, little cursing Ao3 link: here Summary: A tattoo shop opens across from Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes, immediately catching the eye of the youngest twin. The intriguing owner, though well-versed in the magical world, doesn’t quite belong to it herself. As they navigate their differences, their mutual curiosity blooms into something deeper. Harry Potter Masterlist

Once again facing the door of Olive Tree Art & Tattoos, George leaned against the wall as he knocked above the window. He had guessed Oli’s silhouette sitting by the desk downstairs, so there was no need to ring the bell. He was proven right when a dark haired figure stood from behind the table to welcome him inside.

She had a kind smile, eyes crinkling as he entered.

“How was your lunch?” she wondered, closing the door behind him.

George sighed but nodded nonetheless: “Good! Most of the family came, so we were pretty crammed, but it was fun.”

Oli motioned vaguely to the couch and lifted her shoulders.

“Can I offer you something?”

“If you have anything to accompany this,” George said as he showed off the wine but did not sit, “it would be lovely.”

Oli reached for the bottle to check its label. A french white. George had never heard the name of the domain before receiving this gift, but at least he knew what a chardonnay was.

“Perhaps some ice cream?” he suggested hesitantly.

Smirking, Oli looked up at him and let go of the bottle.

“I should have some.”

She led the way up the stairs and George followed suit. As they walked, he could not help but steal a glance at her hands, now that he knew what those markings were. He realized the illustrations were buildings, finely etched into her skin, and he longed to hold her hands in his to observe them better.

Taken aback by his own thoughts, George paused as he reached the top floor closely behind Oli. Surely his ears were turning red, weren’t they? He swore he could feel the heat rise up his neck.

Suddenly shy, George stayed by the stairs, uncomfortably looking around. He was in Oli’s bedroom, a double bed pushed against a wall with a nightstand next to it, and a cabinet filled with electronics in front of it. Across the room was a window that offered him a view of his own apartment above Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes, accompanied by a small table and a chair. Oli disappeared into a room on the left, which he guessed to be the kitchen, as he remembered seeing her there from across the street. There was another door to the right, behind him, that most likely led to a bathroom or closet.

“Aha!”

Oli emerged from the kitchen triumphantly, holding a tub of vanilla ice cream.

“I found some!”

She quickly glanced at the room, clothes piled on the bed.

“I’m sorry about the mess. Do you wanna go back downstairs?”

Yes.

“No, it’s fine.” Nodding to the small table by the window, George wondered: “Shall we?”

Oli smiled and approved of the suggestion.

“There’s an extra chair in the closet. Can you grab it while I get the glasses?” she asked, pointing to the door behind George.

As she disappeared back into the kitchen, George cursed under his breath. He swallowed and shuffled over to the table, putting the bottle down in a hurry.

The walls were white and largely undecorated, unlike downstairs. Only a few paintings and photographs were spread, representing nature or people. Undoubtedly landscapes and loved ones from back in Belgium.

Opening the closet door, he was grateful to find the chair easily, placed against the back wall behind half a dozen pairs of shoes and some coats.

Crossing the room again, he carefully moved the table and the already laid out chair further from the wall, so as to install the second one in front of it. Just as he sat down, Oli came back holding a small tray on which rested two bowls with spoons stuck in them, and two wine glasses. She carefully put the board down before pulling out a corkscrew from her back pocket.

“Will you do us the honor?” she asked, handing it over to George.

“I’ll try my best.”

As he busied himself with the newly appointed task, Oli emptied the contents of the tray onto the table and discarded it on the cabinet. Still standing, she asked while pointing to a record player: “Do you mind?”

He assured her that it was all the same to him, and she picked out a disc to play on the turntable. By the time she was done, the bottle was open and George filled the bottom of her cup.

As a quiet melody filled the room, Oli sat down to face George.

“Would you like to taste it?” he asked.

Briefly staring at the glass, she answered: “Quite frankly, I don’t know shit about wine.”

George chuckled.

“I don’t know much either,” he admitted, shrugging.

It was her turn to smile.

Picking up the glass, she twirled it under her nose before taking a sip. As she met George’s gaze again, she smacked her lips rapidly.

“Doesn’t taste like vinegar!”

With crinkles around his eyes, George poured her a more generous glass before serving himself. She pushed one of the bowls closer to him and took the other for herself.

A comfortable moment of silence settled between them, only filled by the melody of the record player. Furrowing his brows, George leaned into the sound.

“Something the matter?” Oli asked.

“I think I know that voice,” George explained.

“Oh yeah, you probably do!”

“How so?”

“That’s Pulp.”

“Who?”

Oli chuckled.

“The lead singer is called Jarvis Cocker.”

George’s gaze traveled back and forth between Oli and the turntable.

“Myron Wagtail from The Weird Sisters.”

“Oh!”

That voice was indeed familiar.

“Wait, what did you call him before?”

Oli snickered again.

“Jarvis Cocker.”

“Why would you call him that?”

“Because that’s his name.”

“But his name is Myron Wagtail.”

“Not for Muggles.”

George’s jaw dropped as realization dawned on him.

“Two persona’s?”

Oli nodded with a smile.

“How do you know about that?”

“Dad’s side of the family. I spent a lot of time with my aunt. She was a fan.”

Pointing to records on the cabinet, she added: “Those are hers.”

With the spoon hanging from his lips, George nodded in understanding. He stared out the window at his own apartment to keep himself from looking at her for too long.

“So what’s your story?” she asked.

Scooping another bit of ice cream into his mouth, George raised his eyebrows in question.

“You know… I’m from Ghent, my grandparents are Muggles, I’m a tattoo artist. What about you?”

Swallowing the ice cream, he started: “I’m from Devon, the fifth of seven children, I create pranks with my twin.”

Oli raised her eyebrows.

“And?”

“And I enjoy Muggle music, reading, and petting cats.”

She chuckled.

“That all sounds lovely.”

He scooped up some more ice cream as she sipped from her glass.

“I can’t offer you a cat to pet, but if you ever want to borrow any of those,” she pointed to the records, “you’re welcome to do so.”

He nodded and thanked her.

“I’d take you up on that, but I don’t have a turntable.”

She smiled apologetically.

“I guess you’ll just have to come back in that case.”

George felt his ears heat up.

“How come you know about Muggle music?” she wondered.

He suddenly noticed how soft her voice was, gentle and quiet. There was less showmanship involved than during the inauguration.

“My dad got me an old radio,” he explained as he scraped the bottom of his bowl. “I listen to it while cooking.”

“What channel?”

“Something called Virgin Chilled I believe?” he angled his head.

“I see.”

He hesitated.

“Is that not the right answer?”

Oli laughed as she grabbed her wine glass, bowl now empty and discarded.

“No, no, it’s fine. I don’t listen to the radio a whole lot to be honest.”

“Prefer records?” George asked, nodding towards the cabinet with a playful grin.

“Yes,” she said, “and Spotify for convenience.”

“What now?”

She looked amused.

“An app that allows you to play music on your phone.”

“Phones play music?”

“Smartphones definitely do.”

“What about dumb phones?”

She pondered the questions for a second, chin resting between her thumb and index, trying to hide her smile.

“They could too, but you had to download the music first.”

“You know, you can’t keep making up new words,” George joked.

He was not sure if it was him or the wine speaking, but he did not stop Oli when she refilled his cup and her own.

“What’s not clear?” she asked.

“Well for starters, what’s a download?”

Patiently, she explained the foreign concepts. A part of him could not wait to explain all of those things to his dad. He would be over the moon about all this new knowledge. But then again, perhaps his father should speak directly to Oli. She was doing a wonderful job, not sounding condescending but rather excited at the prospect of sharing these facts with him. He could already picture her and Arthur, deep in conversation over a handful of biscuits and tea, or at the end of the dinner table.

As he listened to her, he did not realize that a smile bloomed onto his face until he was almost beaming. 

Clearing his throat, he forced his gaze towards the street, looking down at the cobblestones. Heat rose up his neck again and he wondered if it was time for him to leave, or if he could blame the wine. He wanted to, but he knew deep down that the wine was not the sole responsible.

“A last one?” Oli asked, holding the almost empty bottle above his glass.

George stole a glance at his wristwatch. How had an entire hour passed? Sure, she had explained downloads, and apps, and smartphones, and maybe 10 other concepts, but still. An hour?

The small hand was reaching 6 and he figured it was time for him to go home to prepare dinner.

“Actually, I better leave.”

“Oh.”

“Yes, I should start cooking.”

“Okay.”

Oli offered him a small smile.

“You can keep the bottle.”

“Thank you.”

“Maybe you can use it for a sauce?” he suggested, trying to keep the conversation going for a little bit longer.

“I’m not that good of a cook.”

“Oh.”

George licked his lips.

“Perhaps I could show you some day?”

Oli smiled and looked down, bashful.

“That would be lovely.” Meeting his gaze, she added: “I’ll bring a bottle then.”

With crinkles around his eyes, George nodded: “Sounds like a plan.”

They sat in silence for a moment, grinning at each other. The record had reached its end many eons ago, but neither of them had bothered switching it out. 

Finally breaking eye contact, George cleared his throat and stood up, followed suit by Oli. He led the way back, as she followed right behind him. A tension formed as they walked down, suddenly unable to exchange a single word.

Standing by the door, their gazes met again at last. George swallowed hard before speaking.

“Thank you for the afternoon.”

“Well thank you for providing the wine.”

He licked his lips.

“Should we do this again?”

“Definitely.”

They exchanged shy smiles.

“Can I count on you for the ice cream?” Oli asked.

“My freezer will always be full.”

A final moment of silence stretched.

“Right…” George whispered as he left.

“Get home safely,” Oli called out from behind him.

Turning around, he continued walking backwards, and took a bow. Oli laughed and shut the door.

George walked into the empty store and quietly closed behind him. Resting his head against the wall, he activated the lock. A sigh escaped his lips and he caught himself beaming once more.

He was in so much trouble.

[thewatcher727]

Writing Description Notes:

Updated 9th September 2024 More writing tips, review tips & writing description notes

Facial Expressions

Masking Emotions

Smiles/Smirks/Grins

Eye Contact/Eye Movements

Blushing

Voice/Tone

Body Language/Idle Movement

Thoughts/Thinking/Focusing/Distracted

Silence

Memories

Happy/Content/Comforted

Love/Romance

Sadness/Crying/Hurt

Confidence/Determination/Hopeful

Surprised/Shocked

Guilt/Regret

Disgusted/Jealous

Uncertain/Doubtful/Worried

Anger/Rage

Laughter

Confused

Speechless/Tongue Tied

Fear/Terrified

Mental Pain

Physical Pain

Tired/Drowsy/Exhausted

Eating

Drinking

Warm/Hot

[coffeetank]

Ideas to Show Secret Pining

"Why don't you join me?"

"I'll give you a ride, don't worry."

*does something they don't like* "What? I like it."

*immense staring at every chance they get*

*thinking of their crush while listening to songs*

"You said you liked it so I brought it for you."

*finds ways to spend more time with them*

*friendly bullying intensifies*

"I'm looking forward to seeing you there."

"Are you gonna be there?"

"How about we sneak off, just you and me?"

"Why don't I cook for them? What's their favourite dish again?"

*aggressive google searches about how to propose to your crush*

"I'll join those dance lessons, maybe then she'll notice me."

*hopeless around them*

*failed flirting attempts*

*increased compliments*

"My problem is that I like them a little too much for my sanity."

*gets jealous* "So, are you seeing them or something?"

"Are you okay?" // "Completely okay!" (definitely not okay)

*tries to sabotage their crush's date*

*gets into trouble so they can be scolded by their crush*

"I want you to come with me, please?"

-ashlee

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[luvelydelilah]

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[alistairsprayerwarrior]

Showing versus Telling

I struggle a lot with "showing and not telling." Here's some exercises and techniques I've tried to practice this from researching different methods that I just conjured up together (please take with a grain of salt, everyone is different, lol.):

Object Observation: Choose an object in your immediate vicinity and describe it without naming what it is. Include details about its texture, color, size, shape, and any other distinctive features. Basically: have someone else to identify it based on your description.

Character Emotions: Write a list of emotions and for each one, write a short scene that shows a character experiencing that emotion without directly stating what the emotion is. i.e., Instead of saying, "Alistair was angry", you could say... "Alistair's fists clenched, his jaw tightened; his face turned red as he stared at the broken amulet on the floor."

Active Verbs: Challenge yourself to rewrite sentences using more active, specific verbs. i.e., "She walked into the room" (telling) could become, "She strutted into the room, her boot heels clicking against the marble floor" (showing).

Sensory Details: Choose a setting, real or fictional, and describe it using all five senses. What can a character see, smell, hear, taste, and touch in this environment, or moment?

Dialogue: Use dialogue to reveal information about your characters and the plot. Instead of telling the reader that a character is upset, show it through what the character says and how they say it.

In-Depth Character Description: Take a character from your story and describe them in detail. Show their personality through their actions, speech, and appearance, rather than direct statements.

Rewrite Telling Sentences: Take a piece of your own writing or a passage from a book and identify the "telling" sentences. Rewrite them in a way that "shows" instead.

Hope this helps! ✍(◔◡◔)

[maesonc-artistic-adventures]

Based on Chapt 13 of @cutebutalsostabby ‘s fanfic “Big Oof 2022, aka Whumptober”

“‘You,’ Hyrule declared furiously, ‘are an absolute, complete dumbass.’

Lying prone on the ground with a deeply pissed-off mage looming above his head, it was rather difficult for Warriors to argue the point. He gave a weak thumbs up and croaked back, ‘Yep.’

Hyrule shook his head disbelievingly and announced, ‘You and Legend give me shit for this all the time, but you’re both equally as bad.’

Warriors nodded. ‘Very true,’ he rasped peaceably. ‘Be sure to learn from our bad examples.’”

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Hyrule and Warrior’s dynamic is so excellent and few do it as well as this fic!

[oleafia-art]

some golden guards + caleb

i wanted to take a break and do some character design of a few golden guards based off of some of the ones seen briefly in canon. i also drew hunter and caleb as references for faces and stuff. i tried to make them as similar as possible, but also looking very individual to one another. since belos claimed that hunter looks the most like caleb, i tried to stay true to that while keeping the other three looking similar but not quite as identical. anyways i love them <3 they’re like the most mentally ill family ever to me

these weren’t supposed to be real ocs or anything but then i ended up giving them names and backstories and so i wrote a little about them aaaand now im obsessed. i will try to make a full body ref for them, especially alistair and/or constance, if i have time

i apologize for my godawful handwriting 💔

[justaz]

when merlin asks arthur for things, the king is usually inclined to give him what he wants but it is not always guaranteed such as when his emotions cloud his judgement. but merlin’s surefire way of getting arthur to give in? he steps into his space, lays a gentle hand on his arm, and says “arthur, please” and he folds like a house of cards.

[waternilly]

No Tricks (George Weasley x OC) - Part 7

Fandom: Harry Potter Ship: George Weasley x OC Word count: 1.3k Warnings: None Ao3 link: here Summary: A tattoo shop opens across from Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes, immediately catching the eye of the youngest twin. The intriguing owner, though well-versed in the magical world, doesn’t quite belong to it herself. As they navigate their differences, their mutual curiosity blooms into something deeper. Harry Potter Masterlist

“Georgie!”

He looked up from the accounting book on the desk before him, eyes travelling to the door that led to the shop. That was his brother’s voice.

“Georgie!” he heard again, spurring him to stand up and hurry to the front of the store.

“What’s wrong?” George asked in a hurry, brows furrowed.

Fred did not bother turning his head, still leaning on his hand over the desk. Instead he only nodded across the street.

“Your girl seems a bit down.”

“First of all, she’s not my girl, thank you very much,” he said, walking closer to his brother, “and second, what makes you say that?”

“She hasn’t had a lot of clients since she opened. Looks like she’s turned to traditional portraits as a result.”

George’s gaze travelled in the same direction and noticed Oli sitting alone in front of a tall canvas, brush in one hand and paint pots spread on a small table next to her. His brows furrowed.

“That’s strange,” he admitted.

Still not averting his eyes, Fred leaned towards his twin and stage whispered: “You should go talk to her.”

Yes. He should. He was going to before his brother suggested so. But now, he did not want to satisfy Fred’s ego and matchmaker mannerisms.

Cocking an eyebrow, George turned to him: “And why’s that?”

Finally looking away from the window, Fred furrowed his brows.

“Are you being daft right now?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean Oli clearly likes you! Even if you insist that she’s not ‘your girl’, she’s at least your friend, yes?”

Repressing a smile, George sighed and admitted: “I suppose.”

Of course they were friends. They had dinner together five times over the two weeks since she moved in. And no matter how hard he was trying to repress certain other feelings, he knew he cared about her a whole deal. But it was too soon to openly show that to people. Yes, Fred was his twin, but ever since they moved out and he married Angelina, they had grown slightly apart. Nevertheless, he would be the first to know. In fact, George was sure he already knew.

“So?” Fred pulled him out of his thoughts.

Turning towards the window, George nodded.

“I’ll go talk to her later.”

“Why later?”

Motioning his arms as to show off the store, George deadpanned: “Because we’re working.”

“You know damn well I can man the shop alone.”

“Just because you can doesn’t mean you should.”

Fred pursed his lips.

“Besides, I’m busy with our accounting.”

Cursing under his breath, Fred stood tall. Sighing, he placed a hand on his twin’s shoulder.

“Stop making excuses for yourself, love.”

George opened his mouth to protest, but Fred did not give him a chance to. Leading him towards the door, he added: “It’s clear you wanna go talk to her. So just go do it. Now.”

Opening the door, he gently nudged his twin out.

“And don’t bother coming back until you’re done.”

Staring at the door, George blinked slowly then chuckled as realisation dawned on him. Fred definitely knew something.

Shaking his head and a smile plastered on his face, he crossed the street, trying to suppress the bounce in his walk. Having reached the familiar door, he knocked above the window panel in a reflex and waited with a hand in his pocket until Oli opened.

“Hello there,” she greeted, immediately walking back into her shop once she saw who it was, letting him close behind himself.

“You know you can just enter, right? This is still a store,” she pointed out with a smile.

“Of course, but it’s much nicer when you welcome me inside,” he replied, trying to be charming.

“Can I get you something?” she offered, already climbing back on the stool facing the canvas.

“No thanks,” George turned down politely. “I just came to chat.”

“As opposed to when you don’t?” Oli joked.

Stepping closer, George looked over her shoulder at the painting.

“New piece?”

“An order,” Oli nodded.

It was a landscape, most likely of the English countryside, George guessed. In the distance, a large white mansion was nestled between bright green trees.

“Some rich wizard’s country house?”

“More or less,” she sighed. “Got the oil paints out for this one.”

“Why not the watercolours?”

“Because that’s not what my client asked.”

George remained quiet, admiring the large canvas. The house and its neighbouring trees were bright, a warm yellow light bouncing off them on small, individual leaves and roof tiles. Below them, what looked like a lake was still only an indistinct mass, not yet reflecting the environment. Above, Oli was applying a cool shade of grey to white puffs against a light blue sky.

“Will this one be a moving painting?” George wondered, squinting at the trees, through which he could already imagine the wind blowing.

“Unlikely.”

“Why is that?”

“Because I never learned.”

Furrowing his brows, George turned his gaze to the back of Oli’s head.

“What do you mean?”

She put down her brush on the small table, next to reference images of the mansion and countryside.

“I’ve never been taught how to make moving paintings,” she explained, shrugging and turning the stool to finally face George. “Besides, this is for a Muggle client.”

“Is that why all your watercolours are still?”

“What do you think?”

Oli had a smile tugging at the corner of her lips, but George also noticed how she swallowed with difficulty.

“Would you like me to teach you?” he offered without thinking.

Smiling with brows furrowed, Oli asked back: “What?”

“If you’d like of course!” he added in a hurry. “I’m no expert but it’s nothing too complicated from what I’ve seen.”

“Uhhh…” she looked away, opened and closed her mouth a few times. “I- I don’t know, really.”

“Oh.”

“Like I said, this is a painting for a Muggle client anyway so could you imagine him opening the delivery box and seeing a tiny version of himself waving at him through the painting, he’d probably have a heart attack or at least faint, perhaps he’d think I’d pulled his leg and sent him a screen with a video playing or something instead of a painting haha!”

Oli turned silent, swallowing and licking her lips.

“Besides,” she said, meeting George’s gaze again, “I quite like the look of still paintings.”

George smiled gently at her, sitting low on the stool, shoulders turned inwards, making her appear smaller than usual. Then, slowly, he nodded, afraid any brusk movement would scare her off.

“So do I.”

Hesitant at first, Oli allowed a bright smile to cross her face. Suddenly blushing, she looked down and closed her eyes, laughing at the spectacle she had made of herself.

George chuckled quietly, trying to not make her feel worse about the situation, but unable to help himself. He never turned his gaze from her, finding her embarrassed reaction endearing.

Without thinking, he lifted his arms and wrapped them around Oli’s shoulders. Still looking down and laughing nervously, she leaned into his touch, resting her head against his chest. 

As their laughter died down, her arms snaked around his middle. She relaxed into his embrace and George looked over her wild hair tenderly, brushing it back into place. In the silence of the shop, they remained like this, peacefully, but not escaping the watchful eye of the other Weasley twin across the street.

“How about dinner tonight?” George offered.

Still pressed against his chest, Oli’s voice came out muffled: “I don’t think I’ll have the strength for another class.”

“Not to worry,” he whispered, motioning to peck her scalp but ultimately holding back. “I’ll cook for you.”

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[thewatcher727]

Writing Description Notes: Physical Pain

Updated 6th June 2024 More description notes

It was as if his bones were made of glass, shattering into a million pieces with every movement and sending waves of sharp, shooting pain coursing through his limbs.

His muscles screamed in protest with every step, each movement sending jolts of electric pain shooting through his body.

The ache settled deep into his bones, a dull, persistent throb that seemed to resonate with every heartbeat.

Every inch of his body felt tenderized, as if he had been used as a punching bag in a brutal workout session.

The sensation of blood trickling down his skin was a grim reminder of the violence he had endured.

His ribs screamed in protest with every breath, each inhalation a sharp reminder of the blows he had taken.

The world seemed to spin around him in a dizzying blur, his vision clouded by the stars of pain that danced across his field of vision with every movement.

A sharp, stabbing sensation shot through his lower back, making him wince.

Her temples throbbed with a relentless, pounding headache.

He clutched his side, pain radiating from the bruise with every breath.

Her muscles screamed in protest, the soreness a reminder of yesterday’s workout.

A burning ache spread through his chest, each heartbeat intensifying the agony.

She bit her lip, trying to stifle the groan as pain flared in her twisted ankle.

His knuckles were raw and throbbing, evidence of the fight.

She pressed a hand to her forehead, a dull ache settling behind her eyes.

A searing pain lanced through his knee, nearly buckling his leg.

She gripped the edge of the table, knuckles white as pain shot through her arm.

Her trembling hands betrayed the unyielding agony in her joints, a relentless companion.

Doubled over, he fought against the relentless cramps that seized his stomach.

A sudden, searing pain in her wrist forced her to relinquish her grip, the cup clattering to the ground.

Every step reverberated through her aching feet, a reflection to the miles she had traversed.

Rubbing his shoulder provided little respite from the persistent agony that gnawed at the joint.

A sharp sting on her finger brought fresh irritation, the paper cut a small but sharp reminder of vulnerability.

His tooth throbbed incessantly, a deep, pulsating ache that clouded his thoughts.

Each movement of her stiff and sore neck elicited a fresh wave of discomfort, a constant reminder of strain.

A stabbing pain in his chest made each breath a struggle, a reminder of mortality's grasp.

The throbbing in his hand, where the door had slammed shut, served as a relentless reminder of his own clumsiness.

A dull ache settled deep within her lower back, rendering even sitting a feat of endurance.

His leaden legs protested with every step, each movement a symphony of agony.

His head spun, the pain behind his eyes making it hard to focus.

Sharp pangs in her side served as a reminder of the physical toll of her exertion, a stitch from pushing too hard.

His throbbing ankle, swollen and tender, made each step a test of willpower.

Gritting her teeth against the shooting pain, she cursed the strain from overuse that tormented her wrist.

Pressing a hand to his chest, he felt the pain radiate outward in relentless waves, a reminder of vulnerability.

Her burning shoulder protested each movement, the pain a constant reminder of her injury.

He winced as sharp pains flared in his elbow, each movement a reminder of his body's fragility.

A deep ache throbbed in her hip, a persistent discomfort that refused to be ignored.

His fingers tingled with pain, a result of gripping the tool too tightly for too long.

[coffeetank]

Dialogues to Kick-start your Chapter/Writer's Block

"Excuse me?"

"Why?"

"Where?"

"How?"

"When?"

"What?"

"No."

"Yes."

"Hell no."

"Hell yes!"

"Fuck off!"

"Fuck me!"

"In what world!"

"Which time?"

"Are you sure?"

"I don't think so."

"Not really,"

"Maybe, if you think about it—"

"What the fuck."

"Okay, catch this (insert ridiculous proposition)"

"So, I'll meet you at 6?"

"For the millionth fucking time—"

"Ya think?"

"This is it, then?"

"Come to my place. Now."

"She's called you. Right now."

"Oh, we're so screwed!"

"Hey."

"Don't do that."

"You've lost it. Completely lost it."

"What were you thinking?"

"I am confident that you belong in an asylum."

"I think you should get some help."

"Shove it up your ass!"

"Piss on it."

"I have a list and you're the top 5."

"I'd never do that."

"I'd definitely do that."

"It does sound like something I'll say, but I didn't say it. I swear!"

"Do you have any idea how hard it is?"

(as a response to the above dialogue ^) "Not harder than me for sure." / "It's not hard. Or else you wouldn't be doing it at all."

"Maybe I just need a little alcohol."

"Smells like jealousy to me."

"Lord, please."

- ashlee

[theyluvlyss]

age gap😃? NOTHING CRAZY, CHILL, but yk, like,,, just a little young thing in her 20s or sumn being scooped up by one (or two🤭) of these older, more mature, aged like fine wine, and experienced men,,, that's all🥰.

I am thirsting so hard for remy after watching the movie… with this I can just imagine a young yet powerful mutant coming to the void and she never got the experience in sex in her timeline. So remy takes it upon himself to teach her the ways of the bedroom… first time may have involved a mistake with her powers when she cums for the first time but he’s so understandable and says like “you need to practice your control mon cherie” so he just dives back in for more (he makes her cum like 5-7 times from head alone cause he makes his woman feel amazing I bet) this is so long sorry hope you like this 😅🩷

𝐇𝐅𝐉𝐒𝐊𝐂𝐈𝐉𝐆𝐊𝐆𝐏𝐋𝐆𝐈𝐄𝐊𝐆𝐎𝐄𝐈𝐈𝐅𝐊𝐖𝐋𝐄𝐉𝐆 !!!!!

first of all,,, never apologize for length, especially to me who makes everything way longer than need be, we (I, it's just me, idk who "we" is lol) love and appreciate that shit over here. ppl who love absurdly long fics, requests, and other media unite✊🏽 !!!

second of all,,, *ugly sobbing* I'm always the writer and never (how does one actually say this properly🤔?) the writee, so for someone to have actually dropped this for me in my inbox is SO flattering and sweet and ughghfhf, you guys, I HIGHLY encourage more of this, I love it, I truly do.

third of all,,, THIS IS SO GOOD omg literally giggling and kicking my feet (I do that a lot on this app) !!! I am the same way, I saw gambit and just... idk what happened to me, something in my organic chemistry just altered forever and while I'm not and will probably never be a channing tatum girly, he did his goddamn JOB in that role, ATE IT TF UP👏🏽 (and I knew he would, it's about damn time like c'mon, he'd been promised the role for idk a decade or so like, again I say, about damn time) so while I might not be all over tatum, I am all over his portrayal of remy lebeau and I need more fics/content NEOOOWW😾 (plz😽) from y'all's little writer brains of yours.

anyways, onto what you've sent in specifically lmao, you said "young yet powerful mutant" and "mistake with her powers" and "...practice your control..." and for whatever reason, my brain conjured up a mutant reader with wings or just a power that involves maybe floating/telekinesis...😃✋🏽hear me out...

so, remy's getting busy, right, and he's making reader feel so good and, like you mentioned, she ain't got much control over her powers yet cuz she's younger than him, so she cvms and boom, her wings (whether they be feathered or fairy) just pop out without her realizing😻. or with telekinesis, the better she's feeling/closer she's getting, the more stuff/higher she's causing things around them to float because again, little and/or loss of control because he's making her feel that good (we all know he's got the tongue work of a god, I mean, just listen to the man speak for fuck's sake lmao🥴).

I think it'd definitely be a cute touch and fs something she'd get teased about from remy lmao.

[luvelydelilah]

Struggling with emotional scenes? Here are some tips for writing emotion!

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1. While you’re writing, try to build an explanation for their feelings. What triggered their emotion? Is their reaction rational or are they overreacting? Do they fight, flight, fawn or freeze when provoked? Do they feel threatened? 

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2. Show, don’t tell. Describe what is happening instead of plainly stating the situation. Try not to use words like sad, happy, devastated, in pain, angry, nervous, scared, or worried. They cut back on the emotional integrity of the scene and make it hard for readers to connect with your characters. Here are some different behaviors for different emotions.

-Eager-

Bouncing up and down

Unable to sit still

Breathing deeply

Fidgeting

Pretending to do something

Trying to stay busy

Constantly looking at the clock

-Nervous-

Red and hot face

Sweaty palms

Voice cracks

Shaky hands

Biting nails

Biting lips/inside of cheek

Wide eyes

Shallow breathing

Heart racing

-Excited-

Wide smile

Squeal/scream

Bouncing up and down

Fidgeting

Playing with hands

Tapping foot

Talking fast

Tapping pencil

Pacing back and forth

-Scared-

Curling up/bringing knees to head

Closing eyes

Covering ears

Stop breathing or breathing quickly

Biting nails

Shaking

Gritting teeth

Hugging/squeezing something tight

-Frustrated-

Stomping

Grunting/mumbling/yelling

Deep breaths

Red and hot face

Hitting/kicking something

Pointing

Straining/veins become more visible

-Sobbing-

Eyes filling up with tears

Eyes burn/turn red

Red cheeks

Face becomes puffy

Pursed lips

Holding head down

Hyperventilating

Fast blinking

Trying not to blink/holding back tears

-Happy-

Smiling wide

Laughing loudly

Cheeks hurting

Talking loudly

Higher pitched voice

Animated/expressive

-Upset-

Walking slowly/shuffling feet

Head down/avoiding eye contact

Biting inside of cheek

Dissociation

Keeping quiet

Fidgeting

-Bored-

Pacing back and forth

Sighing loudly

Complaining

Fidgeting

Blank face

Looking for something to do

Making up stories

Talking about random topics

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3. Try and bring some trauma into your character’s emotions. For example, something might happen that reminds them of a suppressed/traumatic memory. This is an easy way to hook your reader and have them really feel like your character is a real person with real emotions. They might have some internal conflict they need to work through and a certain situation reminds them of that. They might become irritable at the thought of their traumatic experience and they might snap at whoever is nearby. 

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4. Most characters won’t dump their entire backstory or feelings in a conversation. Try and reserve your character’s emotions to make more interesting scenes later on. For example, your character may be triggered and someone may ask them what’s wrong. Will they give in, soften up and share? Or will they cut themself off and say they’re fine? Also take into account that your character might not know the other character very well and won’t be comfortable sharing personal information with them, like details regarding their trauma.

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5. Last but not least, you don’t need to have a major event happen to connect emotionally with your audience. You don’t have to kill off a character every time you need to spice up your story, even simple interactions can just help your readers understand your character better. Show how they react to certain topics or situations. Describe their feelings, their surroundings, their body language. Their defense mechanisms will help the audience to better understand what kind of person they are.

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[alastor-simp]

Treat🍬 - Alastor x Female Reader (18+ Halloween Special)

❥Summary: You pick "Treat." What treat does Alastor have in store for you?

❥Tags: Halloween, Trick Or Treat, Treat Chapter, Candy Kiss, R-18, MDNI, Smutty, Spicy, Kissing, Doggy Style, P in V Sex

❥Notes: Here is the Treat Chapter that all of you have been waiting for. This was meant to be fluffy, but I decided to make it a bit spicy. Hope you all enjoy!

❥Warnings: This story is not for minors (18+) Do not interact if you are underage)

❥Credit: Banner by @roseschoices

❥Chapter: First Chapter -> X

“Treat." You gave your answer, as you gazed softly at Alastor, his hand still holding your chin up. He tilts his head, crimson eyes studying you. "Ah! So the little darling wants a treat?" His gaze softened, as his other hand played with your hair strands, spinning it softly between his fingers. He leans in closer, his warm breath hitting you, making you shiver, "Then it is a treat you shall receive." He pulled away from you, making you a bit sad as you missed how close he was to you. Alastor stood in his regular position, yet his hand was fishing something out of his pocket, making you question what it was.

Soon he pulled it out, a little wrapped candy. He must have taken it from one of the candy bowls in the lobby during the party. His claws slowly unwrapped it, a large colored sphere hidden under the wrapping. Moving your hand closer, you intended to grab it, but Alastor grabbed it and shoved it in his mouth whole, lips drawn in his signature smile. "H-hey! That was mi-" Within a second, Alastor closed the distance again, this time his hands grabbing your cheeks, lips smashing against yours, living you stunned. Back hitting the door, Alastor continued to kiss you, tongue urging you to join in. There was a hint of sweetness in the kiss, making you hum, till you realized Al was pushing the candy into your mouth with his own. Tongues clashing together, made the little candy in both of your mouths dance, slowly melting away, sticky sweetness coating all over the kiss. He deepened it further, hands moving to hold your face up higher, causing your knees to buckle. How could a kiss be so sweet yet so intense at the same time? Melting into the kiss, your hands wrapped against his back, urging him closer.

You could hear and feel all of him, the warmth of his hands, the little moans he whispered out, and the heavy beating of his chest hitting against yours. Intoxicating. Everything about him was driving you insane, as the both of you continued to make out, the little candy disappearing without a trace . Something pushed your legs apart, making you look down, seeing his knee coming closer, spreading them more, as he pulled you closer into the kiss. The brunt part of his knee glided back and forth on you, rubbing your covered slick heat.

Gasping, you broke the kiss, only to be pulled right back in by his hands. With a growl, Alastor continued to ravage your mouth, not wanting to stop. His hands slid over to your back, tracing it as he felt the zipper of your costume, pulling it down, slowly unraveling, revealing your bra, allowing him to flick at the hook for it to come undone. "Ah Al", You tried to speak, but his lips refused to let yours go, pulling you back into a mind-numbing state. His hands grasped at your hips with bruising force, holding you steady as he continued to rub you with his knee, becoming wet from how much you were leaking.

Pleasure shot up through your spine, making it harder and harder for you to stand up. Finally, Alastor pulled away, leaving behind a saliva strand between his and your mouth and a damp patch on his pant leg. Legs giving out, your body slid against the floor, eyes glazed from the sensations. Breathing heavily, you focused your attention on Al, who was observing you from above. The intensity of his gaze was intimidating, he hungered for you, but not the hunger he felt during his broadcasts, it was a different kind of hunger, one he has never felt before in his entire existence. He chuckled, "Did you enjoy that treat, darling?" Licking his lips, he savored the taste from the kiss as he watched you, finding you adorable, panting as your whole body shook from pleasure.

Heart racing, you tried to control your breathing, as lustful red eyes pierced down at you. "C-could I have some more?" You whispered, voice so soft you doubt that Alastor could pick it up. His ears twitched, signifying he did hear you, lips drawing into a playful smirk. "My my, you certainly have a sweet tooth," His fingers raised up, snapping them, as another candy appeared in his hand. "N-No that's not what I meant." Shaking your head, you voiced your disapproval, making Alastor pause. "Then what is it that you desire, darling? The sweet treat in my hand or something else?" Kneeling, Alastor grasped your chin again, waiting for your answer.

"You....I want you." You confessed, cheeks aflamed from voicing your true desires. Glowing eyes illuminated your face, as he slowly came closer, giving you a quick kiss, as his hands motioned to grab you, lifting you up bridal style, snapping his fingers to have your loosen costume top and bra disappear. Shocked, your hands wrapped around his neck, as he headed to your bed. Plopping you down, your arms lifted yourself up a bit against the mattress, glancing at Al at the end of the bed. His claws unbuttoned his top, the black and white stripped costume coat slowly unraveling, revealing his toned chest that was covered with some tufts of red fur. The desire never left his eyes, as the coat dropped to the floor.

Placing his hands on the mattress, he crawled slowly towards you, making your breath hitch the closer he got. Body hovering above you, Alastor smiled down at you, hand coming to trace your cheek, admiring the redness of them. "Well, you have me now. What would you like me to do?" Hands traced your thigh, heat spreading everywhere he touched. Back arching, you moaned, goosebumps forming all over your body. "I..I.." Words failed you, palms feeling sweaty from how heated and passionate the atmosphere was. "Cat got your tongue, my dear?" His husky voice whispered in your ear, tongue coming out to lick the shell of it. "Ah...Do it with me Al. Please...I..want..you to do it."

The smile on Al's face elongated, showing all of his teeth, "Quite a temptress aren't you." He coos, before silencing you with his lips again, kiss tasting like pure sugar from the candy earlier. His hips rolled against you, allowing you to feel the bulge that was risen in his pants. The gasp you let out was muffled, heat pooling between your legs as you felt your panties become damp again. Growling into the kiss, his claws ripped away at your pants, letting your wet panties to be seen. Hooking his fingers inside, he traced them against your lower lips, inserting them bit by bit, making your back arch again. Hands grasped his head, running them through his soft locks, rutting your body closer and closer to his hands, inflicting more pleasure.

Alastor pulls back to meet your gaze, crimson eyes burning into yours, lips swollen from the intense kiss, as his fingers continued to flick at your clit, observing your reactions. Throwing your head back, the strokes of his fingers sent shock waves through your whole body. "Al....ah!" Moaning his name, hands grasping the sheets below you, nearly tearing them. The static in the air intensified, combing with the sounds of your moans and Alastor's growls. His patience was wearing thin as he wanted nothing more than to pounce on you, having you be an entire mess under him, but he was a gentleman, preferring to satisfy your needs first then his own. Two more fingers entered you, making you see stars. Covering your mouth with your hand, you needed to quiet down unless you wanted the other residents to hear you.

"Ah, ah, ah~. Don't hide away your adorable voice." Alastor whispered, his other hand grabbing yours, placing it on the bed, to hold it in place, as he sped up his ministrations. Arching your back, you felt something build up inside you, ready to explode. "Cum for me, darling." His raspy voice was the last straw for you as you orgasmed, soaking the sheet below you and Al's fingers. Removing his fingers, his tongue elongated, savoring your taste. "Mmm I often have a preference for blood, but this is quite delectable as well." Smirking at your blissed expression, his fingers motioned to his belt, unhooking it, allowing his boxers to appear, with an enlarged mass poking out of them.

Pulling the waistband of them down, it allowed his member to be revealed, tip dripping with pre-cum, decorated with red and black fur near the base of his sack. He noticed you staring and huffed with a laugh, "My eyes are up here, ma chérie." Snapping out of it, you turned your head to the side, muttering a soft sorry. Grasping your chin, turning it to face him again, he gave you a small kiss, pulling back to admire you. "Can you turn and get on all fours, my dear?" Lacking his usual static, he asked you with sultry eyes, making you gulp. Hesitating, you turned around, with your back facing him, hands lifting you up a bit from the bed. "Good girl." He whispered, positioning himself behind you, allowing you to feel his member poking your lower lips.

One hand grasped your own, pinning it to the bed, while the other held your waist, keeping you steady. Lining his cock, he slowly pushed in, entering your inner walls. Biting your lip, withholding the little cry of pain as you felt him fill you up entirely. "Are you alright?" Nuzzling his head next to yours, he stayed still, waiting for your response. With a soft nod given back, he repeated his movements, thrusting his hips in and out. Stinging pain morphed into pleasure as your whines turn to moans, as he continued to thrust into you. The monster that he was trying to contain wanted to break loose, his antlers elongating to thick branches and his eyes switching back and forth between crimson to neon green. With an inhumane growl, his teeth latched onto your shoulder, fangs digging deep into your skin. the pain made you cry, in both ecstasy and pain, forcing your face into the pillow, covering your sounds.

He quickly released his jaws, using his tongue to help alleviate some of the pain, as his movements sped up, hitting your cervix straight on. If this is what heaven was, you'd never want to leave. His passionate touches and the feeling of him inside you, left you gasping, eyes rolling to the back of your head. His grunts filled your ears, as his mouth remained latched onto the bite mark, licking at the wound. His warm chest was pushed right against your back, feeling the rapid thumping of his heart. "Al....Al....ahh….nghh..." Whimpering, you removed your head from the pillow, your pussy squeezing him tightly. Sensing you were about to cum, Al sped up to inhuman speed, moving both hands to grab at your breasts, massaging them while flicking your nipples with his nails, making you clench. Throwing your head back, you cried out, as you had cum again for the second time. "Nngh! Darling~" He threw most of his weight onto your back, morphing his body closer to yours. His head remained near your neck, as he plowed a few more thrusts into you, before coming to a halt, a wave of white cum filling your insides.

All of your strength was sapped away, unable to keep your body in the position anymore. Face hitting the mattress, you panted as the full weight of Alastor was still on your back, as he as well lost all of his strength. His arms moved to wrap around you, pulling you even closer, head still remaining in your neck. Soft kisses were placed against your neck and shoulder, moaning at the sweet affection. "That was positively mind-blowing." He groaned in your ear, giving it a soft lick. Turning your head slightly, you were able to peek at his face, admiring how disheveled he looked, nuzzling your head against his. He reciprocated, before moving to have his body lay against the bed, pulling you closer, allowing him to spoon you. His actions were warm and heartfelt, scooting closer to him, hooking your legs with his. "Thanks for the treat, Al. I really enjoyed it." A soft chuckle came from him, as his arms tightened around you. "Glad you enjoyed it, my dear."

-END-

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