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[terresdebrume]

6 & 17 for the writers ask please :)

[In reference to this ask game.]

6: What is your favorite title that you used?

I'm still proud of "Parents that were, parents that weren't, parents that might be." I think it's pretty accurate to the fic's content and also rings well :)

17: Your favorite character to write this year?

So I didn't write much, which means the pool is small, but I'd say Jamie Tartt! Roy was very fun because I like writing characters who swear a lot internally, but Jamie is also really interesting and challenging, and I hope I did him justice!

Thanks for the ask, Nonners :)

[thatbanditqueen]

the part in ch. 3 in the kitchen where he comes up behind her and she wiggles her butt into him and places kisses on his cheek - so domestic and married. beautiful norah, Just beautiful

this is basically what chapter 4 is going to be... one big swell of butts and elbows and tummies into one another.... making sure no guns go off in the process....

Thanks for writing this love note my anonymous nonnie nonner.... the feedback to that one short paragraph really has shaped how I think of this version of big daddy e.... i wrote it in a fever dream finishing chapter 3 and I love rereading it .... i love sweet moments of mundane domesticity when you can feel how comfortable and connected the lovers are....

[bemey]

[playdohmichelangelo]

metalocalypse x american dad crossover fic wip from a txt file i found on my desktop [1.2k words]

''Dad, why is there a giant, evil-looking truck in front of our house?''

Stan, sitting in the living room armchair, not looking up from the book he just started, which was titled ''How To Look Up From A Book.'', replied:

''Probably just some of my homeboys from the C.I.A dropping by. I wouldn't worry about it, Steve. O-Oh- and the C.I.A. isn't evil! We're the good guys.''

''It doesn't look like a C.I.A. vehicle, dad! It's like a slow-moving castle, out of heavy metal.'' Steve spoke while nervously fiddling with his fingers. ''It's like it's owned by metalheads!''

Stan looked up from his book, his attention caught. ''Metalheads? You mean those long-haired worshippers of the DEVIL? That's not right...''

''Yeah! Like Haile-''

Stan pushed him aside and looked out the window, eyes squinting. There it was- an ominous chunk of black and red, taking up both sides of the street. It looked like a whole building rather than a vehicle.

''Hmm, looks like a blockage.'' Roger commented while snacking on bacon Tuc crackers and getting crumbs everywhere on the floor.

''You might want to put something on, Roger, I think they're here to visit us!'' cried Steve.

''They are not going to invade my kingdom!'' panicked Stan. ''Not one filthy, booted step on my clean American property!''

He ran outside and Steve followed.

''What's going on?'' came from Hailey, who was behind.

''Hayley, do you know what this is about? Why aren't they leaving? You know, *them*?'' Stan gestured at the vehicle in front of them.

''Oh... Oh my God!'' Hailey gasped. ''We won the Dethklok-family sleepover raffle that I signed us up for!''

''You WHAT?''

''Dad, you know what this means? Dad! They're the biggest death metal band in the. Whole. WORLD!'' She squealed with glee.

''Death... Metal? Deathclock? Well, I can't allow this! They are NOT getting anywhere near us. I forbid it!''

''Dad, dad, it's okay- it's...'' She sighed. ''It's five white guys, dad.'' Hailey whispered to Steve. ''But none of them are straight.''

''...And they're famous?''

''Oooh, wait, I know them!'' Steve exclaimed. ''Hailey listens to some of their tracks sometimes when you're not home, like I Ejaculate Fire and-'' Hailey covered his mouth with both her hands. ''Haha, well, it's, um... It's awful that they're spreading so much steam into the athmosphere with the... Mordcar? Dethcycle! I hate them too, like you, dad! I swear. But they're only going to stay for ONE night! Daddy, please? It's a one-in-a-billion chance! We were picked!''

Stan sighed, deeply. ''Just one night. And then they'll leave. And you'll owe me, Hailey. But how are we going to house 5 people? 5 cavemen with long, filthy hair, at that, schreeching about the Devil and... Uhh... Iron..''

''I guess they assumed the fans who signed up would worry about that.'' Steve answered while eyeing the contrast in size between their house and the vehicle.

The Dethcar/Mordcycle entrance doors slid open with the speed of molasses dripping off a spoon, with thick fog creeping outside dramatically, of course, setting quite the scene. Stan stared in awe.

''Pickle, we amsn't suppossed to smoke weeds today!'' cast the whine of one of the silhouettes at the step.

''Sorry, Toki, I ferget we hed a theng today. Jus' ventilating for a moment.''

''It's okej. But look, we's here!''

''Oh sheet, lemme just discard dat real quick-''

The man with the hair that looked like a red octupus dropped his blunt onto the grass, roughly massaged it with his sneaker, and kicked it under the Dethcar. He looked at Stan and grinned mildly apologetically.

As the guy next to him with the catfish whiskers gently facepalmed, more people came out of the car.

''This is it? SO tame. Talk about *regular* jackoffs. Ugh. We could've gotten the apartment of a crackhead, at least that'd be interesting'' scoffed the man whose face could've had murder written on it. He stepped forward and headed towards the front door, pushing Stan out of the way.

''Hey! Don't you touch me with those.. Eugh, those ogre sausages!'' Stan asserted. ''How are you so ugly?'' he added, with genuine confusion.

''Gee, thanks, you suit. Don't you know who I am?''

''I really don't.''

The man with the Murderface seemed disheartened, just for a moment. ''Duh, I'm William Murderface, songwriter and lead of the second most famous band in the world, aka Dethklok, and also the mastermind behind THE most famous band in the world, Planet P-''

''No, he's not.'' came from the living personification of ''death metal''. He stepped right in front of Stan. They were pretty much of the same height and physique, but something about the stranger made him more intimidating than the plain-faced suburban man we know as Stan.

''I guess we'll be staying here tonight. I'm Nathan Explosion. I don't know why I said that, you already knew. Whatever.'' He shrugged, sighed, and stepped inside like the faces of awe of the winning family meant nothing to him.

Another man, who looked like an elf and also a birch tree, just followed, silently. But he did stop for a moment and seemingly checked out Hailey, squinting his eyes and touching his chin like he was comparing products at a food library. He went inside as well like it was nothing. He and Nathan sat on the couch and watched the TV.

''Hold on...'' spoke Nathan. ''This TV doesn't have The Dethklok Minute. The fuck?''

''Dat's ams strange.'' came from the other man, now even more obviously European. ''Oh wells. I don't haves my guitars with mes. Just puts on whatever.''

Nathan, handling the remote, asked ''You cool with... Damn, they have every season of Grey's Anatomy. Wanna see that?''

The other man shrugged. He casually pulled out some sort of toy and started fidgeting with it to busy his hands. Probably plays a lot of guitar...

Stan was appalled, these people, waltzing in... At least the elf took off his shoes. And there's more... The duo from before, they approached them as well.

''They're getting comfortable like it's a party! Wouldn't expect anything less offensive from lost men such as these.'' Stan pouted. ''You there, young man!'' He pointed at the catfish man, who was in the middle of taking off his shoes after realising the kitchen floor might be slippery. ''Huh? Mes?''

''You seem polite.''

''Thank yous! I'ms Toki, Dethklok's... Supporting guitarist!''

He handed out his hand in the shape of one half of a handshake. Stan hesitated, but he accepted it. The man's grip was a lot firmer than Stan expected. ''So, ums... What rooms ams I sleepings in?'' ''There's a spot under Steve's bed.'' Stan suggested, coldly. ''You thought I'd be nice to you, huh? Well, you thought wrong! You're still an enemy!'' ''Enemies? Buts I just gots here-'' ''No protests, son. Now go to your room.'' ''???'' ''...Steve will lead you there. Steve?''

Steve's head perked up. ''Yes?'' ''I need to deal with this one man with long hair hiding a lot of sin at a time. Toki's sleeping under your bed tonight.'' Toki frowned. ''You're parternings me ups with a kid because you thinks of me as a kid?'' Stan crossed his arms. ''Yes.'' Toki cursed under his breath. ''Fines! Let's goes, Steve.'' As he and Steve stepped up, he asked: ''Do yous haves any video gayms?''

''Now, where was I... Wait, where's triangle-hair guy?

[didn’t write past this lol]

[leaveharmony]

Hey in my defence of the use of the word bystander im not a native english speaker i just thought "good enough i guess" and wrote it lol

It was an A+ guess nonners, congrats on achieving the level of shitposting I would have immediately credited to a native speaker lol

[momomomma2]

If Scott and Harry go somewhere private would they 'somehow' end up in Alec's quarters. Like oops sorry Alec, Can't let you in now. Doctor patient confidentiality and all that.

“Open this damn door!”

Harry caught Scott’s chin in his fingers, dragging those glazed over blue eyes back to him with a smile.

“Don’t you worry about him, sweetheart. Doctor’s override locks even the Pathfinder out. Let’s just worry about taking care of you.”

“But--” Scott arched, shuddering as Harry rolled his hips in another lazy thrust, the slide eased by the slick leaking down Scott’s thighs. “He’s gonna--”

“Get over it.” Harry finished for him, nuzzling at one bright red cheek before relenting to the grabby hands and letting Scott pull him into a desperate kiss.

Alec would be 10 ways to pissed when he finally confronted him later. But that was later and right now, Harry had one shivering and mewling Omega underneath him that needed his attention far more. 

[seanfalco]

if you literally wrote ‘lol this is klaus’ shopping list; jojo siwa merch’ i would eat it up. no cap

eifjdjdjajsnvsjanc 😂😂😂 bless you nonners

[iliveonmylaptop]

I’ve been stalking your blog and ao3 for while now lmao. Anyways Fic Writer Asks 11, 13, 17 and 20? ( also sending loads of love your way ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ take care! <3)

Hiyah nonner, welcome in!

I feel like I should make an “ARE YOU NOT ENTERTAINED” joke here

11. Do you prefer to be cold or hot when you write?

I swear to absolute fuck I hate the heat with PASSION. Cold, chilly, because then I can cuddle up in my chair with too many blankets and tea. I do that in the summer anyways out of spite anyways lol.

13. How do you come up with your titles?

A lot of them are based off of puns or references honestly. Other times I let it sit in my brain for a while and then when something vibes with me I go with it.

17. What is the most supportive comment you have gotten?

HOKAY so Moondrako on AO3 wins the award for making me cry MULTIPLE TIMES. They leave such thoughtful and in depth comments and that really makes it feel worth it writing, ya know?

We also stan cowboytime and their lovely offer even though I am a ball of short term memory loss and anxiety and never took them up on it because I panicked and then promptly forgot ;~;

Ah I guess this wasn’t so much of a “most supportive comment” and more of a “most supportive commenter” oops - but I see y’all! I notice when the same comment names come up and I try so hard to respond to as many as I can so if I didn’t get to you one chapter I still see you! And I love you

20. What story that you have written makes you the happiest to re-read?

Ok this one is a little silly tbh

I used to write on ff.net before swapping over to ao3 like I’ve mentioned, and there’s an old Hetalia and Percy Jackson crossover I wrote way back on my very first laptop. I remember working so hard on it and being so nervous about posting it- but to this day I still get the odd notification of people favoriting it and it makes me smile every time. And so I go back and reread.

Thanks for coming in, nonner!

[ficsandcatsandficsandcats]

#5 and #13 with Reginald Barclay (Star Trek TNG)? Thanks a million!!! I absolutely LOVE your writing!!!

Fandom: Star Trek TNGPairing: Reginald Barclay x ReaderWord Count: 840Rating: Ga/n: Ok full disclosure nonners, I haven’t watched TNG in a long time and I could not remember Barclay for the life of me. But I watched some clips and I hope I still wrote a thing that works for you!

You gently folded the uniform you’d worn for five years, packing it carefully though you wouldn’t need it where you were going. Deciding to leave the Enterprise had been one of the hardest decisions you’d ever made, but you knew it was time. You wanted to try something new and if you were honest with yourself you’d known that for awhile now. You’d only stayed behind because of Reginald, but it was time to face the truth that this game you played of almost-flirting, almost-caring, almost-trying to do something about the tension between you would remain at a stalemate forever.

You heard the door slide open behind you, likely Geordi who had offered to help you with your things once you’d landed.

“I’ll be really in just a moment,” you said.

“Why do you hate me?”

You spun around to find not Geordi, but the man you’d been thinking about. Reginald’s brown eyes sought yours and the pain in them was hard to bear.

“Reg?” you breathed. “What do you mean?”

“I’ve been trying to reason out why you’re leaving,” he said, crossing the room towards you and then pausing, uncertain what to do or where to go.

“Reg…”

“It could be that you received a better job offer, but the Enterprise has been your dream job since you were a child. You told me that time we were stuck in the engine room together,” he said, ticking off his reasons on his fingers as he spoke.

“It could be that something has happened back home and you must return to them, but I believe you would have told me. You told me when your cousin contracted that Valerian Flu last year so it stands to reason that you would mention something life threatening.”

The way he remembered all of these moments, rattling off even more anecdotes to support his theory, made your heart ache and swell all at once.

“Which leads me to my conclusion that you must be going because of me. But I can’t figure out why,” he said, looking at you helplessly. You sighed deeply and shook your head.

“I’m not a problem you can work out,” you said. His brow furrowed.

“I don’t think you’re the problem, I think that I am but I don’t understand why,” he explained, taking another step forward.

“Reg, how long have we been shipmates?” you asked.

“Five years,” he answered immediately.

“And in all of that time, how many times have you ever been fully honest with me about your feelings?” you asked. You watched warring emotions in his soft, brown eyes, a blend of longing and sadness that pulled at your heartstrings.

“It’s not that simple,” he said.

“It could be,” you argued, “If you wanted it to be. My god Reg you’re the most brilliant man on the whole damn ship but you can’t just… be honest with me. Or maybe you’re just having trouble being honest with yourself. Whatever it is, I can’t put my life on hold anymore waiting for you to run the numbers enough times that you decide to be brave.”

You turned your back on him in anger, and to hide the tears that sprang to your eyes.

“I’ve never been good at this,” he confessed, “People have always been so hard. So much harder for me than it was for other people. I’m so jealous of the casual confidence Riker shows, the charm that Geordi exhibits. Hell even Data can communicate better than I can. But, Y/N, know that it’s not from lack of caring. If I… cared less, I may be able to speak of it more.”

You recognized the line he nearly quoted, a classic piece of literature he’d found you reading the first time you met which launched the conversation and nearly launched so much more. You blinked back the tears and snapped the suitcase shut, summoning your courage as you turned to face him.

“Take care, Reg,” you said, forcing a smile on your face. You walked past him, heading to the door when you were stopped short, a hand taking yours.

“Don’t leave me,” he said, the pain in his voice leaving you breathless. His hand clasped yours tightly and you wanted to believe if you stayed and gave him the chance he would find the words. You turned to face him, not hiding the tears in your eyes. “I don’t want to lose you.”

“You can’t lose something you never had,” you said, pulling your grasp from his. You continued towards the door but faltered as you reached the threshold, peering over your shoulder to throw one last chance his way.

“Picard knows where I’ll be stationed next. If you want me, not the convenience of someone on the ship but me, you’ll know where to find me.”

With that you forced yourself through the door without another look back though a part of you knew you’d be looking over your shoulder hoping to find Reginald Barclay standing there for the rest of your life.

[vveissesfleisch]

OMG AN EXTRA CHAPTER U MADE MY WEEK!!!!!!! fic writers r truly heroes it got me through this and continues to so thank u 🥺

Ahhh! I continue to delight in your enjoyment of my fic, dear nonners— I just wrote so damn much of it that it only makes sense to make it 6 chapters instead of 5! Thank you so so so much for the love, and I look forward to hearing your thoughts on the Progression of Things! 🖤🖤🖤

[bijoharvelle]

Hey, I saw your post abt ppl copying your tags and I have copied your tags in the past and then followed them up with 'from the person I rbed from' and I was wondering if that was okay? I'm incredibly sorry if not and I wont do it again (and if it is okay would you prefer me to say credit to sweatercas instead?) Again I'm sorry if I've been part of the problem, I hope you have a lovely day

THAT’S TOTALLY CHILL!!! thank you for reaching out, pal, you’re a gem. that totally makes sense & is absolutely all i’m asking for. it just bums me out because my tags are so thoroughly in my own voice and snapshot of my own thought process or whatever so when people copy them over with no indication that someone else wrote those tags? BIG BUMMER.

but no, totally, even just like “not my tags” is chill. fret not, nonners <3

[scrawlingskribbles]

@ the Anon in my inbox this morning: 

(sorry, I know that’s not a good way to respond to a compliment but this quote was my brain’s immediate response to reading what you wrote but I couldn’t remember what the quote was actually from so I had to go on a hunt to find it & then gif it poorly so 😂 pardon me pls, I Do appreciate the sentiment you were going for, Nonners, ty~)

[northernxmuses]

Lessons from RPGs

There are a number of blogs I follow because I enjoy reading them, even if most of them do not roleplay. I have noticed that they have been getting a fair amount of hate lately and from reading the tags, it appears to be fairly typical.

Unfortunately, if you play in enough smut based roleplay games, you see waves of the hate roll in every year or so when someone gets a bee in their bonnet about some moral absolutism nonsense about what people should be permitted to write (apparently all rpgs should be fluff and lightness with no villains who have never done anything actually bad ever and as a girl who enjoys writing a wicked, wicked villain - I did get some hate over the years).

Anyway, over the years I have learned a few things about dealing with these types of anons. I thought I would share them just in case someone might find them remotely useful.

Things to keep in mind

Usually the sender is:

a minor (usually somewhere between 14 - 18);

tragically under-educated or with a very narrow concept of the world, usually due to being very young or growing up in a rural/remote area;

has difficulty with basic concepts of story and writing such as the separation of character and actor, liking a character even if they are a villain, and that enjoying/writing a plot doesn’t always mean you would approve of such events if they happened in the real world (I had a friend who wrote a crazy cannibal character and this anon kept messaging her about it and that it must be her secret wish - meanwhile my friend was in fact a vegan and still is to this day but she was writing an evil character and not her actual life); 

is not yet a fully realized person in terms of sexual identity or has a poor concept of sex (I have some hysterical examples of this if anyone is interested in a few tales - just slid into my DMs); and

has extraordinary poor social skills.

Basically these are people who legit think whatever boyband they love should never date, grow up, marry etc because they should be waiting for the little nonner to grow up or some such nonsense. Stalker thinking in its infancy. It can be terrifying but I mostly just feel sorry for them.

In addition, this anon often aspires to write but has no idea how to write anything but a Mary Sue or a Gary Stu. They essentially don’t know how to write anything other than themselves and their thoughts or some idealized version thereof. Therefore they assume everyone writes like that. 

A reminder that if they are a minor they should not be reading your blog is often worth posting. It is also an effective dig in the event they aren’t actually a minor.

By acknowledging the above, you can then approach each anon with a tinge of sadness about their youth, ignorance and general lack of ability.

Many lovely adults were uninformed and, in some cases, downright stupid youth and need the opportunity to just grow up. Remember they are often parroting the nonsense they have learned at home and do not have a good broader understanding of, well, anything. 

But that doesn’t mean you should tolerate their idiocy but much like hitting a badly behaved child doesn’t teach them anything but fear of the adult and that the strong get to hit the weak, screaming back at them and dishing insults rarely works. It just riles them up and causes them to send more and more anons to provoke a reaction. They feel justified and perversely satisfied they managed it. The satisfaction of the trolls is never worth your temporarily satiating hate post in my historical experience. 

This has led to my number one rule - Never Feed a Troll.

Strategies that have helped me over the years:

delete

turn off anon for a window of time until the little fools wander away

if you must answer, answer as if educating a particularly under-informed person or youth who does not comprehend well. Use small words, explain concepts with examples, direct them to source material (this has worked well for me in my D/s rpgs historically as I direct them to links about how real D/s works and not the nonsense in 50 shades of grey). This has two impacts - one - it makes it pointless for anyone else to message you because it is clear you are not ruffled by their silly nonsense, and - two - by claiming the higher ground, you leave them nothing but the low road. 

laughter (this really pissed off one anon who was livid with one of my characters and then they slipped up and forgot to make sure the question was on anon).

Of course, I note that I am not a person of colour and I can only fathom how extraordinarily awful it would be to receive racist remarks in your safe space - which tumblr should be for everyone - so I will leave you to deal with such remarks as you see fit. 

The above is more about people who message in insults about your writing, characters, stories and so forth. If an attack is personal, I usually just go with the delete option and try to think pitying thoughts in the same way I send a little kind thought every time I see an ambulance go by with its lights flashing. 

Keep writing lovely humans and do not let another’s narrow, sad life take away your pleasure in something you enjoy or stop you from improving your skills. 

All the best always... your Ames

[playdohmichelangelo]

2am poem

acne on my back

i claw at it

like my digit blunts are a grate

and my body is a block of cheese

[leaveharmony]

Sorry. It's his Twitter profile pic. Just wanted to make sure that I said that or not.

(part two of ‘Have you seen Tana's new Twitter profile pic yet? It's nice.’)

It is nonners!  I think I posted the whole version yesterday...night?  Idk time has no meaning, but it’s a pic they took to promote the new book he wrote and yes it’s lovely, and it bears repeating lol:

[momomomma2]

An old follower before the purge that is looking for the both Joseph and John our omega’s and they basically kidnap and black mall Rook into pregnancy to protect his friends. Having a real hard time finding my old favourites on your blog

Well everything I’ve written for Far Cry can be found in the masterlist HERE or by searching for masterlist on my blog!

As far as what you’re looking for...I’m not sure I wrote it? I know I’ve written a/b/o for all 3 brothers (which are marked on the masterlist). But I don’t recall writing one that had Joseph and John in particular? Do you remember anything else nonners? Or maybe one of my followers knows who did write this if it wasn’t me?