#once again THANK YOU for writing that fic sometimes it randomly pops into my head

[kittycomet]

decided to illustrate one of my favorite splatoon crackfics (by @glassesfreekjr !!!)

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[allmoshnobrain]

𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧

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dave mustaine x spoiled!reader | word count: 997

✦ summary: You always loved your boyfriend's beautiful hair, so he finally lets you braid it for the first time.

✦ on this fic: dave mustaine x reader, +18, romance, fluff, smut mentioned/implied, age gap (r is in their middle twenties, dave is around his 40s)

✦ a/n: This idea just popped randomly in my head and I just had to write about it. It's shorter than the fics I usually post here, but I intend to make this a series where you can read all of the fics together or read them as one shots as well, so prompts and suggestions for future parts are more than welcome! Hope you guys like it 🖤

You had always been crazy about your boyfriend's hair. Those long, silky, ginger locks of his were the first thing that caught your eye when you first met, and they'd been driving you wild ever since. No surprises how you loved playing with it in the morning, him hugging you with his face buried in your chest. Or how you loved giving his scalp a gentle rub while zoning out to TV together, his head chilling on your lap until he crashed (being a rockstar takes it out of you, right?). And, let's not forget about running your fingers through his hair, pulling him in for a slow, sweet kiss as he took his sweet time fucking you before bed. He would even let you wash it for him sometimes when you were both soaking in the tub, you sitting on his lap with your legs around his waist — and yeah, that also sometimes ended up with you two fucking, but who's complaining?

"Come on, babe? Just this once!" you pleaded, cozied up in your boyfriend's lap, perched on one of his legs. His sturdy hand gripped your waist, keeping you grounded. He arched an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips, and you threw in a pout for good measure. "I swear you'll look so damn good. Pretty please?"

You'd been on a mission to get Dave to let you braid his hair for the past couple of days. Ever since you both watched a movie about Vikings, you got hooked on those rugged, long-haired warriors and couldn't shake the idea of trying one of their styles on him. You even hit up the bookstore for a couple of hair styling mags to up your game, but Dave wasn't exactly jumping on the excitement train.

"Why don't you rock the braids on your own hair? It'd look pretty damn awesome," he suggested, genuine affection lacing his words, even though you could tell he was just trying to throw you off your mission.

"Not the same thing! My hair's not as cool as yours," you pouted, giving him those puppy eyes. "Plus, I'm curious how you'd rock it. Pretty, pretty please?"

Dave chuckled, catching your chin in his hand and planting a sweet kiss on your lips. In his eyes, you were downright adorable, even if you got a bit bratty when things didn't go your way. He figured he was to blame for spoiling you rotten. He looked into your eyes, seeing frustration and maybe a hint of tears welling up, and sighed. He knew he needed to have that chat with you again – the one about how you couldn’t always get everything you wanted from him. Yet, he also knew you'd forget about it sooner than later. Well, that could wait for another time. He didn't mind bending over backward to make you happy. It was what made him happiest, giving you whatever you wanted, however you wanted it, as far as he could swing it.

"Alright, dove. I'll give it a shot, but just this once. Deal?" he planted a soft kiss on your cheek, and you lit up like a Christmas tree. He grinned, a mischievous glint in his eyes, then leaned in closer to your ear and whispered, "But you owe me a reward later, with that pretty mouth of yours."

"Okay, okay, thank you!" you squealed, wrapping your arms around his neck and almost toppling over from his lap. You knew exactly what he meant by a reward, but you didn’t care — you, too, actually loved giving him whatever he wanted, however he wanted it.

You dashed off to your room, grabbing the magazines, combs, and hair products in a hurry. Dave patiently waited on the couch, and his eyes softened with the most tender smile when you returned, hands full of your tools and the biggest, happiest grin on your face.

You dumped the stuff on the couch, standing in front of him, humming with joy as you grabbed a strand of his hair, doing your best to follow the instructions in the magazine you'd left open on the seat. Dave rested his hands on your hips, his thumbs making soothing circles on your soft skin while a small smile played on his lips.

Braiding his hair turned out to be a breeze; it was really soft, and you had a blast doing it. You went for a simple braid, starting from above his left ear and trailing a bit towards the back of his head before cascading down to the ends of his hair.

"So? How's the new look?" he asked, a playful twinkle in his eyes. Excitedly, you snatched your small, round pink face mirror and handed it over. He studied himself, raising an eyebrow. You held your breath, waiting for his verdict. Was he into it? Did he think it suited him?

"Does it look that awful?" you inquired, a small, nervous chuckle slipping out when he stayed silent for a good minute. He lifted his eyes to you, a surprised expression on his face.

"Oh, no, babe, it looks awesome!" he reassured you, and you let out a sigh of relief.

"Really?"

"Absolutely. It's killer!" He checked himself out in the mirror again. "I look cooler than I thought, actually. Wanna do this again for my next gig?"

"Are you for real?" you giggled. He nodded, pulling you into a hug.

"Totally. I reckon I'd look pretty damn cool, don't you think?"

"Oh, you'd look so, so handsome!" you exclaimed, planting a kiss on his lips while genuine laughter bubbled up. "Thank you, babe, thank you, thank you, thank you!"

"You're welcome, my sweetest," he whispered, giving your mouth another peck before moving to your cheek and then to your neck. You sighed happily, feeling your skin warm when his smile brushed against it. He kissed you once more, drawing you even closer in his embrace before whispering, "Now… How about that reward we talked about?"

[qqueenofhades]

did you watch lucifer season six and what are your thoughts pls and ty

Ahaha. Yes. Yes I did watch it. Then I cried for a literal hour and attempted to compose myself, only to start crying again when I lay down and kept on thinking about it. Then I had more feelings. Then I slept like the dead due to emotional trauma. Then I reblogged gifsets and had More feelings. Then @buffaluff and @flynnanimal watched it and also required emotional support due to drowning in their own tears. So, uh... we're all fine here now. How are you?

My main takeaway from the final season was the sheer amount of love for the characters, story, and fans that you could feel shining through all the episodes, and which made SUCH a refreshing change. I had feelings in my tags the other day about how a show about the devil was constantly goofy, hopeful, loving, and uplifting, rather than all the grimdark nonsense they could have easily done with it. (As I said, just imagine it as written by the GOT idiots?? NO THANK YOU.) The writing really loved everyone and wanted to give them a proper ending and emotional journey, and it wanted to show the fans that they weren't stupid for having invested six seasons of effort and emotion into this, and just... that is so much rarer than it should be? Compare all the movies and TV shows that treat their fans like the enemy, that want to outsmart them at all costs even if it means changing major plot elements, that ferociously guard spoilers and think that "shock value" means good writing, by throwing hackneyed cliche upon cliche and making everything Depressing, and just... Lucifer had its hiccups and slow points and missteps, of course, but I am SO glad they didn't do that. The entire show consisted of Lucifer slowly but steadily progressing toward being a better man, despite mistakes and setbacks and sometimes a little too much will-they-won't-they. (Season 3 was the only one where I got bored and skipped over the filler episodes with Pierce/Lucifer/Chloe in order to get to the end).

That is an essentially simple premise, but they stuck to it, and they didn't try to create more drama by randomly wrecking what they had already established. I wrote a fic all the way back in mid-season 2 (In Nomine Patris) that ended up predicting quite a few of the future characters who had not yet appeared on the show at that time, including Eve, Michael, and Azrael, and several plot points, including the very major one of Lucifer returning to hell for the sake of his daughter with Chloe. And while this might mean that I am just that good at guessing TV shows (I would like to think this....) it also means that the writers set expectations, followed through on those expectations, and didn't suddenly derail everything or turn it totally on its head just for the sake of cheap shocks. As we can all attest, they certainly caused PLENTY of drama, anguish, pain, and suffering, but they did it in a way that remained faithful to the overall premises of the story and the characters, and wanted to see them become the best versions of themselves. I cried my eyes out at the end and then thought, "hey, I might want to watch the whole series again," which, if you ask me, is the mark of doing your job right. There have been so few TV endings recently where I didn't immediately swear off the whole thing or have to pretend that canon didn't exist, so yeah.

As I said, it was just refreshing to watch something that had that essential deep generosity at its core, where the message is that everyone is worthy of love if they make the hard and painful effort to change and become better, and that even if earthly things feel small next to all this messy celestial drama, they still matter, and that you are loved no matter what. I loved that Amenadiel became God and Lucifer returned to hell as a choice in order to help all the trapped souls be able to work through their guilt and go to heaven. There were obviously certain echoes of The Good Place in that ending; I don't know if it was something they had planned all along or if the success of TGP, another series asking deep questions about life, death, morality, and human nature within the framework of a goofy heaven-and-hell sitcom, influenced it, but either way, it worked so well. Even if it tore my heart out and stomped on it on the ground, it was fitting and oh so lovely to see Lucifer, once the most selfish being in the entire universe, following in Linda's footsteps and becoming selflessly dedicated to helping other people. Just. Chef's kiss.

And of course, Deckerstar. The Hades and Persephone vibes were IMMACULATE this season, and while it did take Lucifer and Chloe the best part of four seasons to get together, they never significantly backslid, never had third-party issues or cheap cheating storylines once they were officially a couple, and Tom Ellis and Lauren German REALLY killed it this season in particular. It was never easy for them and sometimes the drama went on a little too long over the course of said six seasons, but the love story was beautiful and incredibly meaningful and always true to the fact that the actors and characters and writers (not to mention the fans) all loved it so much. They were so much the emotional heart of this, and when they went to hell together in episode 6x03 (where they turned into cartoons because wHAT even IS this show), Joe Henderson said in an interview that this was to give the fans a view into Lucifer and Chloe's future (after) lives post-6x10, and to offer them a basis to write fanfiction. I mean... the showrunner saying to the fans "here, we love you, have something to write fic about!" is likewise pretty shockingly rare. It's again an example of how this show always audaciously poked fun at itself, never took itself TOO seriously, and was always welcoming its fans and the people who loved it to do so, rather than making them feel stupid or taking joy in wrecking beloved characters or plots.

Obviously, I loved Rory, the badass lesbian half-angel goth Deckerstar child straight out of My Immortal (seriously, she was SO edgy, it was amazing), because of the fact that Lucifer's entire arc was always about feeling abandoned by his father and that he was going to have to face it for himself. Dorky Devil Dad Lucifer trying his absolute HARDEST to bond with his daughter was simultaneously hilarious, adorable, and heart-wrenching, and yet again, the Growth. We all remember when he could barely tolerate Trixie touching him, and now we're here. Also, any variation whatsoever of "this is just a brief moment of time that we must be apart, love is eternal and stronger than death and we will never really leave each other" as a line is guaranteed to make me bawl my eyes out. So that was fun.

I got a big kick out of Ghost Dan running around and trying to get everyone to see him, and had feelings about seeing him in heaven with Charlotte and his beloved Pudding Pops at the end. I had feelings about how they handled Ella finding out the truth (or rather demanding to know why nobody had told her) and of course, I obviously loved Maze and Eve and their goth/femme wedding and the fact that they got a good three-season romantic arc (indeed, I wanted more of them). My god, Trixie is SO BIG, she used to be a tiny little nugget. I love that Linda was the moral and emotional rock all along, from the first episode to the very last, and that Amenadiel was Deeply Vindicated when Charlie's wings appeared at his first birthday party. I love how Lucifer in s6 is absolute thousands of light years from Lucifer in s1. And as ever, Chloe was Perfect. I am happy that I spent six seasons with these characters and saw them become better, and that I was never made to feel like an idiot for trusting the writers to end everything in a beautiful and emotional way. Because, well. They did. Sure, maybe I could go back and pick at a plotline here or a detail there, but I don't terribly feel the need to do so? It might not have been perfect, but it was perfect, and I am so grateful that it existed.

[yourmcu]

Mesmerized

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

Request:

@lostaurorax​ said:

hii!! i love ur writing i was wondering if u could write a natasha x reader fic were reader is part of the guardians of the galaxy and they come to the compound and natasha is just starstruck but reader plays kinda hard to get and then just a bunch of fluff !

Word count: 1,388

A/n: sorry it took a while! I really hope this turned out ok I’m so nervous lmfaosdkdk

Warnings: none

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

gif not mine! credits to the owner^^

Natasha’s outside the compound by the landing zone, taking light sips on her beer occasionally. The Avengers are having some sort of gathering or low-key party inside to celebrate their victory against Thanos a while back.

They never really had time to gather everybody just after the battle, but Tony contacted everybody for this special night. Natasha just wants to take a break from the games and conversations for a minute.

Speaking of conversations, she rolls her eyes at the thought about something Steve said. Because the tables have turned; if she was the one bugging Steve to date a few years back, he's now bombarding her with names of single people they knew, one of them being Bucky.

“He wouldn’t mind going out to dinner with you sometime.” Steve suggested. But Natasha knows the Winter Soldier and herself are better off as friends.

Natasha gets up when after the guardian’s ship lands smoothly against the grass meters away from her. She moves a few strands of her hair from her face to get a clear view of Thor striding out of the ship as soon as the door opens, along with the other guardians.

“Ah, Romanoff!” The god of thunder grins, patting her on the back. She’s never seen him this happy. Probably because it's all thanks to him the whole universe was free from mad titans – at least for now. “How’s life? Oh, yes, I’d like to introduce you to my friends here… of course you already know rabbit, and tree…”

Greetings and hand shaking fills the friendly atmosphere for a moment. Then you finally catch up with them, nudging Thor’s side and thrusting the large barrel of Asgardian ale into his arms.

“You must be the Black Widow,” you breathe out and offer a warm smile to the redhead, your hand outstretches. “Thor’s told me awesome stories about you guys. Y/N, by the way.”

Natasha nods, slightly breathless like you are but because of... well, you. She returns a smile and introduces herself as well.

“Everything’s pretty tech-y now, s’mazing.” You muse, entering the compound side by side with Natasha. The rest are walking in front of you, chatting among themselves. “I missed this planet.”

She glances sideways at you, “when’s your last visit?”

You chuckle. “I honestly don’t remember when but, it was a brief visit to my hometown and everything looked old fashioned, I think these huge compact disks were all the rage that time, vines- no, not vines-“

“Vinyl records?” Natasha raises an eyebrow, smiling. You laugh, which she finds adorable, and nod. “You and Quill are related, then?” She proceeds to ask since you look like a normal human, no antennas or any odd space stuff you could’ve inherited.

“Oh, no, we’re both half human though,” you shrug. “What about you? Tell me about yourself.”

She hesitates to tell a bit of her story at first but you seem nice and - accepting, like you’d never judge her. But she does leave out a few parts for another conversation.

Natasha retreats over to Steve who is behind the bar counter when you receive a big hug from Peter and Tony greets you with a “How’s it going, fireball?” and a pat on the back. She figures you want to meet the others, so she sits down across the super soldier to steal glances at you from afar. 

“Finally, I was starting to think he wasn’t gonna show - hey!” Steve raises his champagne at Thor and he does the same gesture before hurrying after Bruce. “Is it just me or did Groot get taller?”

You're still joking around with Tony, pretending to hit the still-bandaged wound on his chest, Rhodey laughs along, then Wanda offers you a cocktail and you accept it, thanking her.

Steve’s now going on about Wakanda, also sharing the stories from T’Challa. Natasha’s barely listening but occasionally hum and nod.

“Nat, if you don’t close your mouth you’re going to drool.” He laughs lightheartedly, averting his gaze from her to you. “I guess we have a winner, then?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Natasha gets up to grab another beer from the cooler. Steve continues to laugh, having a stupid grin on his face. “Oh c’mon, what’s her name?”

Even saying your name she feels out of breath. There's no point in pretending she isn’t into you now. “This isn’t normal. I just met her tonight and I shouldn’t be feeling this way.”

“You’re infatuated, it’s-”

“Hi,” you sit on a stool across from the two avengers, holding an open pack of marshmallows. Natasha lamely excuses herself to fetch a bottle opener. Steve straightens up and extends a hand which you take. “Nice to finally meet you, I’m-”

“Y/N.” Steve says. “Natasha’s been telling me about you.”

“I just thought you seemed nice,” she quickly recovers but her heart is still pounding.

You raise an eyebrow at her and giggle. “I’m flattered. You’re not so bad yourself, Natasha.” It’s true, you think she ‘seemed nice’ too. Sure she sounded so badass when Thor tells you stories but tonight she looks so cozy with her sweater and her hair braided to one side.

“Being surrounded with people like you guys is great but now I just feel like a party trick.” You take out a marshmallow while scanning the room (Steve is now playing pool with Sam, you notice, and you're alone with the redhead).

“What do you mean?”

You hold the marshmallow between your fingertips, igniting it out of nowhere for a second so it roasts just right, then pop it in your mouth. “Pretty useless, right?”

“Maybe if you only used it for something like that, but no,” Natasha smiles softly. “Fire conjuring, bit scary if you ask me. What if you randomly lit something up?”

“I was born with it. I remember having to wear gloves all the time as a child when I first set a houseplant to flames,” you both laugh. “I’m in full control of it now though.”

“S’that why Tony calls you ‘fireball’?”

You let out a laugh again. “Yeah. Or he might’ve forgot my actual name.”

“Y/N! I took the liberty of putting your stuff in the room you’ll be sleeping at.” Thor butts in, grinning from ear to ear, patting you on the head.

“Oh, right. Thanks buddy.”

“You’re welcome!”

Natasha turns to you, “you’re staying?” In her head she's coming up with ways on how to talk to you again once the party’s over and you return to space with the guardians. This just makes it a whole lot easier to get to know you even better.

“Yup, Thor is too. We both agreed on staying for a few weeks to catch up on stuff.” You reply. “I might actually turn in now, ‘think those cocktails are kicking in...”

“I’ll walk with you.” She says without giving it much thought but you nod and smile appreciatively.

“Perfect. It’s the guestroom beside your room.” Thor claps his hands together and walks away.

-----

“Can I ask you a question?”

You zip your bag and hum before looking up at her.

Natasha's leaning on your doorframe, hesitating. Is she going to fast? Is it too soon to ask? She fiddles with her hands, “do you have any plans tomorrow?”

This is fine. If you say yes or say no then decline her next question, she’ll just forget any of this happened.

“I don’t - well, I think Thor wanted to go out for breakfast but that’s it. Why?”

“Do you... maybe wanna go out?” Natasha asks silently, looking at anywhere but you. “To, you know, catch you up on some of the things you missed. Only if you want to, no pressure.”

But your eyes light up at her words. You kind of expected it, she was showing signs that she likes you all night. And you actually made the Black Widow nervous. “Natasha, I’d love to.”

“Oh,” she sighs in relief, feeling the beat of her heart return to a normal pace. “Well I’ll - I’ll see you tomorrow.”

You walk over to her and place a hand on her arm, then lean over to plant a kiss on her cheek. “Good night.”

[lostinfantasyworlds]

Hello dear! When you come up with an idea, what is your writing process like, from conception to publication? What comes easy for you with writing? What do you struggle with? I'm so excited for you to finish Under the Northern Lights--I'm so looking forward to the binge!

Hi @fawn-eyed-girl!!! Thank you SO much for this question!!! I've always wanted to explain my writing process a bit more, since I feel like I'm always making cryptic, weird references to it 😆. I'm so excited to finish UTNL too, and I'm so excited for you to read the rest!!! 🥰❤️

Answer under the cut because it is LONG...sorry hahaha

What is my writing process like, from conception to publication?

So...when I see those posts that circulate on tumblr about writers having tons and tons of WIPs, I can't relate 😆. Ideas for stories are actually kind of few and far between for me, and they seem to pop into my head randomly, often in response to some kind of visual or a song or something like that. Most commonly though, I get a lot of ideas while I'm in the shower, for whatever reason 😆. In fact, I think I had just gotten out of the shower (back in February) and was looking out my upstairs bathroom window down at my snow-covered backyard when the idea for UTNL suddenly popped into my head, and within minutes was a fully-formed story with all of the major plot points and everything!

Once the idea has been had, I need to write it down immediately because my memory is AWFUL and I will definitely forget otherwise. So as soon as I get an idea for either a story, or for a scene, dialogue, etc, I will jot it down in the notepad on my phone. Sometimes I'll write down an entire rough draft of a scene/story, sometimes it's just a couple bullet points. 

Then comes the planning, especially if it's a longfic like UTNL. I am a planner through and through, and don't think I will ever be able to publish a multi-chapter story without having a super clear outline of the major plot points and an idea of what needs to happen in each chapter. This is not to say that I think there’s anything wrong whatsoever with the pantser approach! We are all different, and I very much admire those who can figure out a story as they go along! It’s just that for me, I need to have it planned out as much as possible, otherwise I think I would have sooo much anxiety.

With UTNL, I had all of the major plot points planned way back in February, as well as rough versions of a lot of the pivotal scenes, written down in my phone. Then, I made a Google Doc with an outline each chapter, making bullet points for all of the major plot points to be covered.

After that, I created the doc for the actual fic, and just started pasting in the scenes I had already written down in my phone into their respective parts of the story, and started writing the rough versions of the early chapters. In my rough first drafts, I just kind of "word vomit" and try to get the general idea of the chapter down on paper without any regard to sentence structure, flow, etc. I might leave certain details or even entire scenes to be filled in later.

I then would have Jane ( @goshinote) read/comment on the rough draft to get general feedback/just to share the story with her as it was created because it’s dedicated to her and she has been such a huge fan/support! 

At some point after that (sometimes months later, depending where I was at with publishing) I start finalizing the chapter to get it ready to post. I used to refer to this process as “editing”, but it's pretty much the opposite of that lol so I stopped saying that. This is where I fully flesh out the chapter (often doubling or even tripling/quadrupling the word count of the rough draft), do any research that needs to be done to fill in details, add in all the transitions etc that I might've left out before, and start paying attention to actual writing style. At some point around this stage, or during the next one, is when I have Jane read through the more finalized version again to help catch grammar errors etc!

AND THEN, FINALLY, the part that really takes me the longest is the final pass-throughs, when I really get into the nitty gritty of every single sentence and start overthinking all kinds of little nitpicky writing things like word choice, syntax, flow, not repeating words too often, etc etc etc. Those things are kind of new to me, so it takes me forever and a half for me to figure out the best way to convey what I'm trying to say and keep within my writing style, etc. Also, at this stage I'll really put myself in the shoes of the characters and try to mentally act out each line and think 'Would they actually say that? How would they say it? What would they be doing?' etc.

That still doesn’t even fully cover my level of neuroticism and the insane amounts of time I spend combing through every line of every chapter even after it’s already been published, but this answer is already so long and I haven’t even answered the rest of your questions! 🤦🏻‍♀️Sorry 😆

What comes easy with writing?

I guess that initial stage, where I’m just kind of letting the ideas flow directly from my head to the page and not worrying about all the extra stuff. Most of the time it’s just a scene that I’m seeing play out like a movie in my head, so I try to just plop it down as plainly as possible to describe what I’m seeing. 

Also...at this point, I think I’m known for writing really emotional stuff. I think that comes really easily to me too, and it’s what I love exploring most when writing. My main goal is make whoever might be reading feel something.

What do I struggle with when writing?

Pretty much all of that nitty gritty, technical writing stuff that comes in the later stages of my process. I’ve learned a lot over the past year and I think I’ve improved quite a bit, but obviously still have a long way to go. I think one of the biggest things for me has been grasping the concept of ‘show, don’t tell.’ I have a tendency to want to dive into the characters heads and write long descriptions of their thoughts and feelings, so I’ve tried to get better at reeling that back a little bit in favor of dialogue and/or actions. And in the beginning of UTNL, I definitely wrote wayyy too much backstory that I could have just shown/revealed later on (and still did, so it ended up being repetitive).

Oh, and I also dragged through the location research I had to do for UTNL omg. I hated it so much at certain points 😆. Some of it was fun, but with them traveling all over a state I had never been to before, I had to do SO SO SO much research about all kinds of little details, and at one point I was like please make it stop 😭😂hahaha. WRITING IS FREAKING HARD.

If anyone has actually read all of this, BLESS YOU ❤️

Thank you so much again for the questions, Fawn!!! This was a lot of fun to answer!! ❤️ ❤️ ❤️

[unfortunatelycake]

Fic writer meme

Tagged by @anonymousedward! Thanks Ed! 

1) How many works do you have on AO3?  131

2) What’s your total AO3 word count? 2,430,852

3) How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?  MANY! OPM, Binan Koukou Chikyuu Boueibu LOVE!/Happy Kiss!, Tokyo Ghoul, BtVS, LOTR, Kuroshitsuji, OHSHC, Gravitation, Lost Souls, YOI!!!, Good Omens, M DZS, Seikaisuru KADO, Gundam Wing, Double Decker!, FFXV

4) What are your top 5 fics by kudos? 

Anon (OPM, Genos x Saitama)

100 First Kisses (OPM, Genos x Saitama)

Found in Silence, These Things Unheard (OPM, Genos x Saitama)

Begin Again (Tokyo Ghoul, Hide x Sasaki, plus others)

Counterfeit Boyfriend (OPM, Garou x Mumen Rider)

5) Do you respond to comments, why or why not?  Usually! I appreciate when someone has taken a moment to comment, whether it’s a paragraph or keymashing or a simple ‘ahhh!’ type of comment! 

6) What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?  Probably Last Call (Tokyo Ghoul, Hide x Kaneki). 

7) What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending? Most of them have happy endings! 

I’ll say Love is Glimpsed in a Magic Mirror (Boueibu LOVE!, Akoya x Arima, Fairytale AU) Because it’s a fairytale AU, and so far nobody has noticed the absence of something significant across the entire fic (which sort of becomes a plot device in the sequel).

8) Do you write crossovers? If so what is the craziest one you’ve written?  Sometimes! Craziest is probably A Tweed Slipper (Good Omens/Lost Souls; Aziraphale x Crowley & Steve x Ghost). Though it’s not the crackiest. 

9) Have you ever received hate on a fic? Someone once waited an entire five chapters of a fic to tell me they like the ship but the fic was too OOC? Don’t think I’d call that hate though, just an opinion.

10) Do you write smut? If so what kind?  Sometimes. Either as gift fics for smut-loving friends, offshots of things implied on @vote-sensei, or when it suits the plot of a bigger fic/series. Not overall a smut fan and don’t feel I’m that great at writing it, but big respect to the people who can write it endlessly and always manage to make it fresh and new!

11) Have you ever had a fic stolen?  Not as far as I know!

12) Have you ever had a fic translated?  Not as far as I know!

13) Have you ever co-written a fic before?  Yes

14) What’s your all time favorite ship?  Hnnn no this one is too difficult.

15) What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?  There are too many! 

16) What are your writing strengths?  I have lots of ideas and will work my ass off until the fic is finished

17) What are your writing weaknesses? More ideas pop up when I’m writing and what starts off as a sweet and unassuming one-shot in my head becomes an eldritch horror of a multichapter with side-plots and side-ships I never dreamed of, all because I have no self-control. 

18) What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?  Sometimes reasonable (e.g. character having no clue what other characters are saying) and sometimes unnecessary (e.g. all the characters speak that language but they’re speaking in a different language to the one they normally use to communicate)

I know there’s classic novels where a character will randomly come out with something french/latin/greek and honestly it drives me up the wall because all too often there is no translation. 

So I guess I’m mostly against it, though I’m probably guilty of doing it in old LOTR fics ^^;

19) What was the first fandom you wrote for? Buffy the Vampire Slayer. 

20) What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?  There’s a few that I’m particularly pleased with! Restricting myself to only one per fandom and avoiding repeating ones that were already mentioned...

Nightmare for all Seasons (Lost Souls, Steve x Ghost) 

A Place of Healing (OPM, Genos x Saitama, Garou x Mumen Rider, War AU)

Love is Sung in a Minor Key (Boueibu LOVE!, Io x Ryuu & Akoya x Arima, post-canon/ Bandman AU) 

My fics: https://archiveofourown.org/users/kakera/work

Tagging: @rayadraws​ @mostlikelytofangirl​ if you please, plus anyone who wants to do it!

[rayslittlekitten]

💡🕶

(I skimmed the ones you’ve answered already and tried to ask a couple that hadn’t been asked yet lol 😅)

Lol thanks for checking!

💡what inspires your fic ideas?

First and foremost, my fantasies do. That’s what got me started writing again. I couldn’t find the fics I wanted to read so I started writing my own, particularly with Ray and the BDSM spectrum, particularly the daddy dom stuff. Ray was my muse for exploring some kinks I found myself attracted to.

For the other stuff, sometimes ideas just randomly pop in my head. Many times ideas come to me based off my mood. Like if I’m feeling a little angsty or emotional, I'll just write something along those lines. In fact once I for some reason had a need to cry and wrote Safe Word Is Useless where Ray broke up with reader and I legit cried the entire time I wrote it. Sometimes I want to feel fluffy so I write fluff. Others, again, they’re just random ideas that come to me, like Husband Duties and Excess Baggage. Just had trouble sleeping and my wandering mind came up with those ideas.

I have some fics that are for Writer’s Wednesdays (@autumnleaves1991-blog) and FanFic Fridays (@rebelwrites) so their prompts are the inspiration.

🕶canonverse or au?

Both. Some of my favorite fics are AU (Ray as a therapist and Will as a teacher).

Jax I haven’t done quite an AU. Well, nothing that drastic. You Got This is probably the closest to a Jax AU where reader is Opie’s sister, but I like exploring Jax as he is. I like him as a savage lover, but I also really like exploring soft/angsty Jax but within the confines of canonverse.

[babygirlwolverine]

Recently I have been getting around to writing fanfiction, trying at least. Ideas come easily time me, I am constantly thinking "wouldn't it be cool if this happened?" But when th time comes to write, it is the hardest thing for me. What advice would you offer to someone who is writing fanfic? How do you stay so motivated or inspired to continue writing? How do you avoid writer's block? Do you get anxiety about what people will think about your work? If so, how do you get out of it?

Congratulations on getting around to writing fanficiton! Trying is actually the hardest part, so I commend you on pushing yourself to try! Coming u with ideas is actually one of the other hard parts, especially when you sit down to write and your brain goes blank, so I’m really proud of you for being able to come up with ideas so easily! 

I’m actually so massively honored you’re asking me for advice. I never thought I’d get to the point where people wanted my advice on writing, so i just want to say thank you from the bottom of my heart for asking! <3

It’s actually funny, because the idea for the Daily Destiel Delights was actually born out of a phase of writers block. From April to the middle of June, I was writing and posting one fic a week for the SPNStayAtHome event. And then once that ended, I lost the motivation to write and hit this massive span of writers block where I couldn’t come up with any ideas or get myself to write. I really wanted to get back to writing, but just didn’t have the drive. And then I wrote a couple incorrect quotes because they were fun, light, and easy. I posted them two days in a row, and then my friend told me she loved them and said “omg plz keep making those I’m dead” and out of nowhere this idea came to mind of like why don’t I create this Daily tag and force myself to write and post every day. I’m one of those people who works well under pressure, and I can’t really get myself to write unless there’s a fire under my ass hahah.

My biggest advice would be just do it! And I know that sounds dumb like “Sophie what do you mean just do it?”, but I’m serious. Force yourself to sit down, put your hands on the keys, and tell yourself you’re not getting up until you’ve written 100 words, 200 words, 500 words. Set a goal, and push to it. Even if you go back and re-read it and it’s awful and you decide to delete it and start over, it’s progress. Progress is everything. I’m one of those people who gets in my head and I start doubting and questioning myself, and it makes writing hard. I struggle coming up with ideas sometimes, and it’s literally like one random word pops into my head and that’s all it takes to spark something.

Sometimes, when I’m really struggling to write, I listen to music at the same time. That can spark ideas, too. You have to find inspiration in the smallest things. Sometimes we get so overwhelmed with all these ideas that nothing can come out. So just sit at your laptop, or tablet, or phone, or even your notebook if you’re a handwritten type of person, tune everything out, and hone in on one idea. And run with it. 

As for what helps me to stay motivated and inspired, it’s gonna sound corny as hell, but it’s all of y’all. It’s the readers, the fans, my friends. The people who show any love of any kind to my writing. I see notes coming in- people liking or reblogging or commenting- and it’s this wave of euphoria that makes me want to keep writing. Seeing even one person like my content is inspiring, because it’s like, wow, that thing I slaved over for two hours, someone likes it, wow.  I’m not without my faults though. I struggle a lot. Sometimes I spend all night trying to come up with an idea and I strike out and I tell myself, we’ll try again tomorrow. Sometimes you just need time to reset and ideas will flow. To avoid writers block, I just try and write something dumb and silly and short. If I’m stuck, I change gears and write 50 words of something random. Wallowing in writers block for a few days is okay and normal, but you’ll never break out of it if you don’t try, if that makes sense? If something is giving me trouble, I try working on something else until I’m ready to come back to that thing I was struggling with.

Oh God, yes, I get SO MUCH anxiety about what people will think of my writing.  Especially lately with tumblr randomly removing my fics from the tags, I literally have so much anxiety when I post my writing that I’m shaking and sweating and I can hear my heart rate going through the roof. And then I anxiously sit and wait to see if anyone likes it or comments or reblogs. And that’s horrible and a habit I’m trying to break. The best way I deal with my anxiety is my friends. I ask them what they think, and I trust they’re there to boost me up and ease my anxiety. And I try to remind myself of the most important thing- I’m really happy with my work, I’m proud of myself and really like what I just posted, and that’s all that matters. Does that cure all the anxiety? No. But does it help a little bit? Yeah. It’s a fine line to balance between wanting other people’s validation, and wanting our own validation. Write what makes you happy, write something to make yourself proud, and others will see that and enjoy seeing your honesty. The anxiety of other people’s opinions never really goes away, but if you have a support system (I’ll happily support you and boost your works) then, in my opinion, that’s the best way to cope with it.

tl;dr: Just do it. Find the small things that inspire you and run with it. Sit down, set a goal, and don’t get up until you’ve made even the smallest amount of progress, even if it’s 50 words. And most of all, fanfiction is meant to be fun, so enjoy it and be proud of your work!

[rosedavid]

hi! can you please write a fic where tj tries to teach cyrus to play basketball but he gets a little hurt, so tj patches him up? thanks!

i liked writing this prompt, so thank you so much! :) it ended up kind of angsty, but also sweet and fluffy. I hope you enjoy!!

Basketball Daze

“I want to learn how to play basketball,” Cyrus declares all the sudden.

TJ lifts himself up from his previous position against Cyrus’s chest with a grumble of objection. As he props his elbow underneath him to get a better look at Cyrus, his blonde hair flops across his forehead. His face is red and textured from laying against Cyrus’s shirt. In other words, to Cyrus, he’s never looked cuter.

TJ frowns, “Basketball? What brought that on? I thought you hated any sort of physical activity.”

Cyrus sighs, swinging his legs off the bed to go and splay the curtains away from the window. Sunlight bursts throughout the room. The intensity causes TJ to squint and flop back down onto the bed with a tired groan.

“We could just stay here and cuddle more,” TJ whines, burying his head into Cyrus’s pillow.

“We’re wasting this beautiful, sunny day!” Cyrus responds. “Also, we live in Shadyside, so who knows how long it will last.” 

When TJ makes no effort to move, Cyrus comes over to tug his wrist insistently. “Come on, Teej, you’ve been wanting to teach me how to play forever, right?”

“Yeah,” TJ agrees, finally sitting upright with Cyrus’s help. “I guess I’m just confused as to why today of all days you’re so persistent.”

Cyrus shrugs, “Why not? I’m feeling peppy today, and my legs were getting restless laying there.”

TJ struggles to stand up, tripping over his own feet a few times. “Wait, you weren’t sleeping? Were you just watching me sleep?!”

“Maybe…” he trails off, cheeks reddening as he goes to defend himself. “You just look so soft and peaceful when you sleep!”

TJ tosses a pair of sneakers to him in response, but Cyrus can see the obvious blush he attempts to hide. He grins, still not over the fact that he makes TJ Kippen blush like that. It’s just another amazing privilege that comes with being his boyfriend. Honestly, sometimes it just all feels too good to be true. After they confessed to each other on the bench at Andi’s party, Cyrus walked home in a daze. When he woke up the next morning, he remembers frantically texting TJ to make sure it wasn’t all just a crazy fever dream.

Now, the two of them have fallen into a nice rhythm. After the few weeks of awkwardness that comes with any new relationship, they quickly began to figure things out. Both of them know each other’s schedules by heart at this point, so much so that they’ll meet each other outside of their classroom doors. Cyrus always comes to TJ’s practices when he can, and TJ makes sure to help Cyrus find inspiration for his creative writing course. Then, after school, they’ll either hang out by themselves or with their friends if they can. Weekends, though, are Cyrus’s favorite. Not only is there no school, but him and TJ always try to plan a date night during the weekend. Usually it’s nothing fancy, but it’s always just the two of them. They soon become the highlight of Cyrus’s week.

“Come on Romeo,” TJ comments, “Let’s get going! I always keep a spare basketball in my backpack.”

Cyrus starts laughing, but stops when he sees the serious expression on TJ’s face.

“Wait, seriously?!”

A confused expression pops up on TJ’s face. “Yes seriously!”

Unable to hold back, Cyrus starts snickering again, “TJ…”

“Don’t ‘TJ’ me! Not when you keep winter gloves and hats in your bag constantly.”

“You never know when you could need them!”

“Cy…it’s May.”

“My point still stands. Did you know once it snowed during a week in August, which is typically the hottest time of the year in Shadyside?”

TJ smiles, stepping forward and pressing a kiss to the top of Cyrus’s head.

“You’re so smart,” he says, “and adorable.”

Once more, a blush heats up Cyrus’s face, this time spreading to the tips of his ears. Before he can get even more red, he grabs his bag and pulls TJ out the door with him.

They decide to walk to the park since Cyrus’s house has no sort of basketball hoop (of course), and TJ’s house is further away. Sure enough, the sunlight spreads across them. The sky is so blue it looks like a swatch of blue paint you find at a home improvement store. The air smells like cotton and blossoming flowers. Although the telltale signs of spring linger everywhere, the tops of the mountains remain capped with snow.

When they arrive at the outdoor basketball courts, there’s hardly anyone else there. Cyrus sighs in relief, grateful that no one will see him utterly fail at basketball, but he has to at least try. Honestly, Cyrus thought he’d just be able to ignore the comments. There aren’t many, nor are they usually stated cruel or outright, but Cyrus knows what they mean.

“Oh, this is your boyfriend! He doesn’t look like a sports guy.”

“Cyrus, good to see you again. We’d invite you to come, but we know you can’t do this kind of stuff.”

“You should really learn some more about sports since TJ is so interested in them.”

“Us basketball guys love to talk sports with each other all the time when we hang out. What do you two do?”

Cyrus knows that he isn’t the type of guy a person like TJ would normally go for. In fact, Cyrus has been doubting himself a lot more recently. Maybe it’s because of the comments, but what if the comments are right? What if it’s a good thing that he heard them? After all, TJ seems to try and urge him to do more sporty things a lot more now than he used to. What if TJ wants someone who can talk and play sports with him?

So today, when Cyrus’s was awake with his thoughts, hand running through TJ’s hair, he made up his mind. He needs to learn to play basketball because he can’t lose this. He can’t lose one of the best things to ever happen to him.

“Okay, I’m going to teach you how to shoot today,” TJ begins, pulling out a fully inflated basketball from his bag just like he said.

TJ bounces the ball a few times. Meanwhile, Cyrus watches in awe as he dribbles without thinking. Making sure Cyrus is watching, TJ shoots the ball from where he stands. Not only is it a far distance, but it goes in without even hitting the rim. A perfect shot, as Buffy once told him.

“How are you so good?” Cyrus asks genuinely.

“I’m really not that good,” TJ answers, rubbing the back of his neck. “Besides, anyone can get good with enough practice!”

“I’m not so sure about that.”

TJ smiles softly, picking up the ball from the spot it rolled to. He comes up to Cyrus, handing him the ball. Cyrus stares at it, trying to mimic TJ’s position. Of course, he has absolutely no clue what he’s doing. TJ reaches behind him to adjust his hand position and stance. At this spot on the court, the basket is pretty close, but Cyrus still doesn’t know if he has enough strength to make it.

“Use this arm to shoot. The other arm is just for support,” TJ explains.

Once TJ gets him in the correct position, he steps back so Cyrus can try shooting. Cyrus has never felt so uncomfortable in his life. He never realized just how complex shooting a single basket could be, yet all of these players can do it in seconds. Shakily, Cyrus shoots with all his strength, not really thinking about aim. He stumbles back after he throws it.

The basketball soars straight past the net. At least it was high enough. Cyrus looks over his shoulder worriedly at TJ, gnawing his lip. Luckily, TJ doesn’t look upset, he simply jogs after the stray ball and picks it up from the grass.

“That was good for your first try!” TJ says, handing the ball back to him. “Let me show you how to aim better, though.”

They spend the next half hour trying to get Cyrus to shoot a basket. Cyrus feels like a lost cause at one point. Although TJ is patient with him, Cyrus thinks he can even see TJ wearing thin with Cyrus missing shot after shot. Every time Cyrus fails, he feels more frustrated with himself. Soon, he’s just shooting randomly with all his strength, hoping that he can get it in the basket by pure chance.

“Maybe we should try again tomorrow,” TJ suggests.

Sweat beads across Cyrus’s brow. He reaches to wipe it off with the back of his hand. The anger that’s been building in him courses through his bloodstream. He shakes his head, snatching the ball out of TJ’s grasp.

“No, I have to do this,” Cyrus argues, getting in position once more to shoot the ball.

TJ sighs, stepping forward, “Cy, you’re exhausted, and it’s hot out. It’s alright, you’ll be better with a fresh head tomorrow.”

He reaches for the ball, but Cyrus jerks away.

“I need to do this today!” Cyrus shouts. “I have to get this right.”

“Please, Cyrus—”

So fueled by his anger, Cyrus rips the ball away from TJ again and throws it at the basket as hard as he can. In doing so, though, he ends up tripping over his own feet from the force. TJ tries to catch him but can’t grab him in time. Cyrus falls hard onto the court, elbows and knees skidding across the pavement and chin bumping the ground.

Stinging pain erupts after he falls. His tongue tastes like blood. He must have bitten it. His chin throbs, and his elbows and knees burn angrily.

“Oh my god!” TJ gasps, kneeling by his side. “Are you okay?”

With all of his emotions and now the pain, Cyrus becomes overwhelmed. Before he can help it, tears start dripping down his cheeks and landing on the court below.

“Come here,” TJ whispers comfortingly, tugging Cyrus up into a sitting position.

He wraps his arms around the crying boy and tucks him into his chest, careful to mind Cyrus’s injuries. Cyrus bunches his fists in the fabric of TJ’s shirt and cries softly. Meanwhile, TJ just holds him close and rocks him gently, one hand running up and down his back to help soothe him. On the pavement below them, he sees splotches of Cyrus’s blood.

“Hey, hey,” TJ shushes. “What’s wrong?”

Cyrus pulls back with a sniffle. “It’s stupid, I’m sorry. I’m stupid.”

“You’re not stupid! Please, just tell me. I know it’s not just your scrapes.”

Cyrus nods, going to stand up, but he winces and his knee buckles. TJ makes sure to catch him this time before he clips the pavement again. Shakily, Cyrus regains his balance. He glances down at his arms and legs. Both his knees and elbows are torn apart, blood slowly trickling from the wounds. His touches his chin; it isn’t bleeding, but he has a feeling there will be a mark.

“Let’s talk about this after we get you patched up, okay?” TJ confirms.

Although his wounds sting, Cyrus can walk to his house with not many issues. TJ hovers close behind just in case. When they finally make it back, TJ immediately pushes Cyrus down on the sofa while he goes to scavenge Cyrus’s house for a first aid kit. Of course, since it’s Cyrus, the first aid kit isn’t difficult to find. He rushes back downstairs with it and sits beside him.

“I need to clean them,” TJ says, taking Cyrus’s leg and putting it in his lap.

Then, he gingerly begins wiping at his scrapes with antibacterial wash. Cyrus jerks at the burning sensation.

“I’m sorry, but we have to make sure it doesn’t get infected,” TJ apologizes.

“It’s ok.”

After the worst part is over, TJ begins applying Neosporin and bandaging his wounds up. While he’s doing this, Cyrus stares vacantly at the wall.

“What’s going on?” TJ wonders. “I’m worried about you.”

Cyrus sighs. “I just…a few people at school have said some things, and it made me realize that I’m not sporty in the least bit. Like, you love basketball and other sports, but I can’t even understand what’s going on. Any type of physical activity I can’t even do, really. And I don’t know, it just made me feel guilty because you deserve to date someone who you can do that kind of stuff with since you like it.”

TJ frowns, scooting in closer to Cyrus’s side. He meets Cyrus’s eyes and reaches over to cup his face with one hand.

“Cyrus, I may like sports, but I also like you. I have plenty of people to talk sports stuff with. So many, in fact, that it can get annoying. Plus, I love doing other stuff with you, no matter what it is. We could just sit in complete silence and do our homework, and I’d like it because you’d be there. You don’t need to try and impress me by trying to be a pro basketball player. That’s not who you are, and that’s okay, because I like Cyrus Goodman for who he is.”

“Really?” Cyrus asks shyly, tilting his face downward.

TJ puts a finger under his chin to tilt it back up. “Really.”

Then, TJ brings him into a gentle kiss, lips brushing. Cyrus melts into the kiss, moving his arm to wrap around TJ’s back.

Maybe basketball isn’t meant for Cyrus, but TJ certainly is.

[alwaysupatnight]

1, 8, 11, 13, 20, 30, 44, 49, and 53! :p 💜

So this got really long. :P Thanks so much for asking!! :D

20. Post a snippet of a WIP you’re working on. This is from chapter 3 of culebra Seth. I don’t think this will change too much before I eventually post it, but you never know. Also, CULEBRA VISION, Y’ALL. :P

Jesus Christ. Did he really wake up this morning with fangs? Richard, his mind supplies. Because of course, there could only be one explanation for all of this, and this had Richard’s handiwork written all over it. Richie might have gotten all the brains in the family, but that never once stopped him from running his mouth and getting them both into trouble, and last night had been no exception. He had to hand it to Richie though. His brother never did cease to surprise. Something primal rises up in Seth, promising vengeance of the homicidal variety, and from one blink to the next, his vision flashes and the world around him explodes into psychedelic colors, reminding him of the first time he’d tripped acid except without the weird hallucinations. Seth’s eyes rove around the room in every direction. Everything has morphed into neon blues and purples. And then he spots it—movement in the next room. He can see through the wall. The object shines, the light coming off of it glowing brighter than anything he’s ever seen. Like a blinding sunburst of warm colors that compels him to want to grab hold and sink his teeth into it, take all that warmth into himself like he’s sucking down the juices of a ripened peach. Almost in the same moment he imagines it, fangs erupt out of his upper gums, and it’s like he’s back in middle school popping a stiffy in front of all his classmates. He touches the tip of one sharpened tooth curiously, first with his tongue and then with the pad of his thumb. The sudden heat that rips through him shoots straight to his groin and makes him want to squirm. Yup, definitely like a boner. His mouth waters. The fluorescent shape glows all the colors of a sunset, and he tracks it with his eyes, mesmerized. And when Kate’s voice drifts out of it, the shock of it is so loud it sets a drumming of blood in his ears that swallows all the sound. Kate. It’s Kate, the evolved part of his brain shouts at him. His whole body gives a jerk, the fangs retreating back into hiding, and Seth stares in horror as Kate’s luminescent shape makes her way to the back of the house, trailing behind the dimmer silhouette of his brother.

Ask me questions about writing!

1. Favorite place to write. I do most of my writing on my desktop computer. But sometimes when I’ve turned it off for the night I’ll type up ideas and dialogue in the notes on my phone. I’ve just discovered the google docs app which has made transferring those notes into my word docs a hell of a lot easier.

8. Favorite trope to write. idk anymore. I feel like every story and fandom I’ve written for has its own things going on so I don’t have many tropes I can think of that I write consistently. I do always try to have the ladies making their own decisions though. They’re the ones usually calling the shots in my fics. :P

11. Describe your writing process from scratch to finish. haha okay let’s see. I usually come up with dialogue randomly, or a full scene will pop into my head. It rarely comes with a plot, so I’ll spend the next several days excited about my new idea and trying to type up all the notes I can think of and getting down as many ideas as possible so I can build a story around it. And then I’ll drop it once the initial excitement wears off, but it’ll always be at the back of my mind. And every now and then I’ll return to it and get excited about it again and add more ideas to my notes. Over the next few months if I’ve thought up enough scenes and have a specific ending in mind, I’ll attempt to write the first chapter. Then I’ll spend the next several weeks to months stressing myself out over writing that chapter while second guessing myself every moment. I’m a slow writer and I edit while I write so I almost never get any actual writing done and end up discouraging myself to the point where I want to give up. I might “give up” several times before I get so frustrated with it that I stop giving a fuck whether it’s actually any good. I’ll FINISH the chapter. Post it. And then I’ll spend the next 3-10 months complaining about the NEXT chapter. And so on until the fic is done. Are you surprised that I’ve only finished one multi-chapter fic btw? lmfao This has been my process so far. I’m so sorry I haven’t updated culebra seth, y’all. I know it’s been eight months. I PROMISE I AM TRYING.

13. How do you deal with writers block? I complain for months about being stuck and then decide to quit writing forever. And then I read a book and decide to come back to it.

30. Favorite line you’ve ever written. So one of my favorite lines I’ve written was this one from the trashy one night stand fic:

The gold cross at her neck catches the light and winks up at him like the punch line to a joke he doesn’t find at all funny.

Also this isn’t just one line, but I was really proud of myself for the ending I wrote for that fic too :P

He opens his mouth like he’s got something to say. She thinks she knows what, but the words freeze in his throat. “Kate,” he says instead, his voice cracking. It’s not an I love you. But when he looks at her like that, whiskey brown eyes free of poison and so clear she thinks she can see the future in them… …it’s only a matter of when. “Go,” she says, unable to resist a smile. “I’ll be waiting.”

44. Best piece of feedback you’ve ever gotten. Hmm... I almost never receive any so...? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ BUT IF ANY OF Y’ALL HAVE FEEDBACK FOR ME I WOULD LOVE TO HEAR IT. PLEASE. I AM BEGGING.

49. What do you find the hardest to write in a story, the beginning, the middle or the end? THE TITLE OMFG. ALSO THE MIDDLE. WTF. If I have an ending in mind, I can write anything once I get the beginning out of the way. Beginnings can be really frustrating for me too, but the middle is 100% what kills me. It’s so hard to hold onto that motivation to keep writing. Especially when you feel like no one gives a crap about what you write.

53. What does writing mean to you? I mean, I mostly do it for fun. When’s it gonna be fun? lmfao No, I really do want to improve my skills at crafting stories. It’s literally all I want to do and all I ever think about.

[justice-for-shayla]

House Parties Are Proof the World Runs to Chaos

A/N: Just wanted to read a fic like this but I had to write it myself. 

Word Count: 1600

Warnings: Sexual Assault mention, alcohol mention, drug mention

You were drunk. So drunk that you were a little ways past the point of it being fun, and into the “Oh shit where are my friends where is my phone I should go home now” kind of drunk. Your friends appeared to have left, or at least there were nowhere in sight in the sweaty apartment they’d brought you to hours ago.

It was too much, nauseatingly so, your brain swirled all the people and all those colors together, leaving you dizzy and near tears. Fighting past all those bodies, which must have contained people but to you they were only obstacles, you made your way to a bathroom that was miraculously unlocked.  

It was dark in there, lit only by sketchy orange streetlights outside. Deep in your mind, buried under layers of drunk, you thought this was when the movie’s music got dark and creepy because something bad was about to happen.

“I didn’t realize it was my lucky night.”

You jumped, crashing back into the door you’d shut behind you and whirled to look towards the voice. It took too long for your eyes to adjust to the spinning world after all that movement, and the man had stepped closer before his face had even come into focus.

Not my type, You thought randomly as you looked at him. A bit too… something. The word wouldn’t form in your mind so you let it drop.

“Sorry,” You slurred, “Didn’t know anyone was in here.”

He smiled. “It’s alright. I was just thinking I wanted company.”

You snorted. “Not here to be company, I just needed a break from that mess. I’m just going to--” You turned back to the door and started to fumble with the knob. Your hands felt like they belonged to someone else and they failed you completely. Before you could get the door open, the man crossed the room and put his hand on the door, blocking your exit and pinning you with your face pressed into the door and his body against your back.

“Get off!” You tried to escape, sure that somewhere along the way this had come up in a self-defense class you’d taken, but you couldn’t remember the move that would have freed you.

He used your faint, clumsy struggles to get a better grip. “Don’t be like that. We’ll have some fun, alright?”

“This isn’t fun,” You insisted, still trying to get away from him, though with the exit blocked “away” wasn’t going to help you all that much.

If he heard or understood your protests, he ignored them, lifting your shirt and running sweaty hands over your skin. “I like this,” He whispered.

You fought again, the cloud of alcohol rescinding slightly as the reality of your situation began to fully dawn on you. If you didn’t do something soon, you wouldn’t be able to stop what was about to happen.

He adjusted his position to press an all too noticeable erection against your ass and you seized the opportunity while he was shifting his weight. Hauling every ounce of weight you had back towards him, you threw him off balance just enough to pull the door open and slide through.

It was a narrow escape, and you heard him fumbling with the door just like you had earlier, trying to come after you.

You were still too drunk, too confused as you plunged into the crowd, stupidly going into a hallway further into the apartment rather than towards the only exit you knew of.

Tossing a glance over your shoulder, you tried to see if he’d managed to follow you and you ran smack into another person.

At first, the foolish, terrifying thought that he’d magically teleported in front of you popped into your brain, but you could already tell that this man was smaller and thinner than your pursuer. You gripped his arm, trying to steady yourself, feeling like you might pass out any second.

Wordlessly, the wide-eyed stranger steered you into another room, this time a bedroom, closing the door behind himself. “Are you okay?” He asked, his voice low and a little rough but nice. Honest, somehow.

The combination of adrenaline and alcohol was reaking havoc in your brain. You staggered a couple steps towards the bed and fell towards it, but missed by an inch and fell to your knees right in front of it. “Everything’s moving so much,” You moaned.

“Did you take something?” He asked. You looked up at him and saw that he was wearing black. Black was nice, easy to focus on. An anchor in the mess of colors that was this tiny, revolving room.

“No,” You said slowly, trying to shake your head but abandoning the effort when it tripled the room’s spinning. “Just drunk and a little freaked out. There was this guy….”

Thankfully, the stranger didn’t ask you to explain what happened.

“Should you call someone?” You liked his simple questions. Answering them was easy and made you feel like you were doing something to help yourself, rather than relying on the fact that this man would help you, which you probably shouldn’t have been doing.

You pull your phone out of your pocket and find the screen blank. “Dead. I didn’t bring a charger.”

There was a long pause while he seemed to weigh his options before he pulled out his phone. “You can use mine.”

Tears abruptly filled your eyes. “I don’t know anyone’s number. I just want to go home--”

“Hey, don’t cry,” He said and though his words were comforting his tone was panicked. “It’s fine, I can call you a cab.”

You nodded and sniffled, trying to pull yourself together. “Sorry,” You whispered, feeling stupid and drunk and embarrassed even though you didn’t know this guy.

“It’s okay.”

You looked him over again, trying to find some sobriety. “What are you doing here?” The closer he looked, the less he appeared to belong at the shitty party you’d been trying to enjoy for the last three hours.

He froze, staring at you. Too much time went by. “I’m…. buying drugs?”

It was a strange answer in every way. The way he’d said it made it sound like a lie, but why would someone lie about doing something illegal? You couldn’t puzzle it out so you just let it drop. “Okay. I was here with some friends but they left. This party sucks ass.”

He almost smiled. “It really does.”

You slowly pulled yourself to your feet. “I think I’ll take that cab now.”

He nodded. “I’ll walk you out.”

All your senses went on high alert as the two of you squeezed through the crowd, searching for the man who’d caught you earlier. He wasn’t around, but you didn’t relax until you were on the street, breathing the smooth night air.

“Um, what’s your name?” You asked once the silence got a little too long. Your companion clearly wasn’t chatty.

“Elliot.”

“Thank you, Elliot. I… I’m lucky you found me.”

He looked away, possibly embarrassed. “Right, yeah. I mean, you’re welcome.”

You shivered a little, stamping your feet as you scanned the street for your cab. Elliot unzipped the sweatshirt he was wearing and offered it to you with the barest hint of hesitation.

You took it gratefully, feeling a bit bad, but it was so warm you couldn’t make yourself reject the offer. A door slammed down the street and you jumped, leaning closer to him. “Jesus.”

“You okay?” He looked down at you, his eyes concerned.

Nodding, you tried to shrug off the panic you’d felt. You couldn’t shake the feeling that the guy was right behind you, waiting to jump out and attack you as soon as you were alone.

“This is a lot to ask,” You said, watching a cab that was hopefully yours pull around the corner, “But would you mind coming home with me? I know I probably sound like a crazy person, I just… I keep thinking he’ll follow me somehow and--”

“Sure.”

“Are you sure, I know it’s probably out of your way and I don’t want to inconvenience--”

“It’s fine.” The cab pulled up and he helped you slide inside while he took a seat next to you. You told the driver your address, strangely unbothered that this total stranger now also knew it. “I’m Y/N, by the way, I don’t think I told you.”

“Nice to meet you.”

You rode the rest of the way in silence that wasn’t exactly awkward, but you did wish you could come up with some kind of conversation.

When you arrived, you paid for the cab and Elliot walked you to your door. “Thanks again,” You said, taking his jacket off and handing it back to him. “I… I really am grateful.”

Without thinking, you stretched up and kissed him on the cheek. He was startled, but he didn’t totally pull away and his cheeks darkened. “Right… um…”

“Okay, well, thanks again,” You repeated. “I’m going to sleep it off. Um, enjoy your drugs, I guess.”

He nodded. “Yeah.”

You turned and opened the door. The night had been a bit of a failure and you were desperate for a shower and some food before you passed out, but your drunk brain seemed to need to do one last impulsive thing. “Elliot?”

He turned back to you, some emotion you couldn’t name caught in his almost eerily reflective eyes. “Yeah?”

“Would you want to grab coffee sometime? I’d like to thank you, you know, properly.”

The almost smile returned and he nodded. “Yeah. I’d like that.”  

[storyteller-shealie]

Happy Storyteller Saturday! How long have you been working on your current WIP? How far has it come? How far would you like to see it go? What's something about it you've loved from the start?

Thank you so much for your questions and sorry for the late reply! ❤️️

Soooo, here's the epic saga of me vs The Flame & the Moth. I'll try my best to keep it brief. Spoiler: I won’t succeed.

I have always entertained the thought of writing a novel. I've even made some attempts back when I was in middle/high school, but nothing ever went far. I've written a lot of short stories and flash fiction, though (mostly flash fiction). 

In late 2017/early 2018 I started randomly writing flash fic about these two characters who didn't even have names for some time. A superhero and a supervillain, except the heroic organization the superhero worked for was actually ruled by Very Bad Guys while the supervillain was more of a vigilante, except the superhero was really heroic and the supervillain was really villainous, except both of them were actually both, except... well. There was no black and white. There was also no plot and little setting. Just a lot of disjointed vignettes. The characters kept showing up, having chats in my head and popping off, leaving me to write their latest conversation down and try to make sense of it.

That went on for a little more than a year. By mid-spring 2019 I looked at the huge pile of flash fic and notes, realized that there’s actually at least some semblance of plot connecting them, looked at all of the side characters that have manifested by that time and sat down to write a novel. It didn’t get very far; after about 20K, I realized I picked the wrong approach, chose the wrong starting point and had to start over again.

I started over in June and got to about 36-37K by late September. The plot was becoming clearer and clearer, but something was still very off. Then, I had a weird, vivid dream about this story. In that dream, I basically saw scenes I’ve already written or planned, but they didn’t take place in the generic “10 minutes into the future / present time with some high tech and superpowers” metropolis I’d been writing about. In that dream, Hyperion City (my main setting) was very 1920s, very steampunk, very mad science, with some weird Lovecraft and Night Vale vibes. 

I thought about it for a few days, then I drew a deep breath and accepted that I have to re-start the novel again. I kept the overall plot, but I still had to change plenty of things because when you change a setting so drastically, you have to change a lot of plot points, too. If you had a scene hinging on the fact that the character uses a smartphone or gets an e-mail and you’re now in a place where neither of those exists, you have to rethink the entire scene and all of its consequences. And that’s just one example.

I confess that I started that latest rewrite with the thought, “I’ll probably never get it finished. This WIP is going to be with me forever. It will always be a work in progress. I will never write anything that isn’t about Flame and Moth and Bat and Madison and Starlight and Greta and the rest of the Hyperion gang.” BUT. I was incredibly wrong. Despite how complex (by my standards) the new setting is, it developed in a matter of weeks pretty solidly. I’m saying “it developed” instead of “I developed it,” because it felt like everything coming together entirely on its own. Everything that was previously muddy about the plot started making sense. The characters started cooperating, sharing everything about their backstories and personalities and conflicts the moment I started thinking about everything. 

I got back that feeling I used to have in the earliest days, when I was just writing some weird flash fic with no thoughts of turning it into anything bigger. And, well, right now as I’m answering this ask, I’m more than 70K into the novel and more than halfway done. 😱

My main hope for TF&tM is finishing this Actual First Draft (tm) sometime in the first half of 2020. I’ll probably put it aside for a little bit at that point, maybe work on something new (I have a couple of ideas), but then I’ll start editing and revising it, and... well, no idea what I’m going to do with it once it’s actually finished. I really want to get it out there for other people to read, because this story and these characters are just INCREDIBLY important for me, and I want to share them with the world so much. But I don’t know if I want to pursue traditional publishing, or self-publishing, or just put the story somewhere like Wattpad. That’s a decision for another day.

As for what I’ve loved about this WIP from the start... I guess it’s two things: 1) the entire “every hero is somebody’s villain” theme, and 2) the relationship between Flame and Moth, the dynamic they have where on one hand, they often have to trust each other to survive, and on the other hand, they’re on the opposite sides of a huge conflict they don’t fully understand and none of them is willing to cross a certain line between them for a long while.

Whew. That was long. Sorry? 👀😄

[365daysofsasuhina]

[ 365 Days of SasuHina || Day Two Hundred Eleven: Random Laughter ] [ Uchiha Sasuke, Hyūga Hinata ] [ SasuHina ] [ Verse: A Light Amongst Shadows ] [ AO3 Link ]

It...really confused him at first. They could be doing just about anything, and she would just...laugh. Typically it came out of nowhere - a complete and utter silence...interrupted by a giggle.

For a time, he thought maybe he was doing something that just...made her laugh. But then there was once where he was literally just sitting and reading, Hinata working on some random knitting project...and it happened! She suddenly brought a hand to her mouth and just...giggled. The house was silent. He wasn’t moving.

...what was so funny about knitting, he had to wonder.

She could be doing anything. Watering her flowers, doing dishes, folding laundry. And then bam, she’d break into a chuckle!

It drove him nuts for a while. What the heck was so funny?!

“Hinata…”

“W-what?” Wiping a tear, she turns to him, trying to catch her breath from another random burst of merriment.

“What the hell is so funny?”

“Oh, well...it’s sort of a long story…”

“I’ve got nothing else to do.”

“I was just...thinking of this mission Kiba-kun and Shino-kun went on with me once...and Kiba, he -” A pause as giggles escape. “He w-woke up...in his sleeping bag...and a caterpillar had started crawling up his n-n-nose!” With that, she’s gone again, dissolving into a howl of laughter.

...what?

Sasuke just stares at her incredulously as she tries to rein in her amusement. “...uh...okay. What made you think of that?”

“Oh, I don’t know...it just came to me.”

“It just...came to you. You didn’t see a caterpillar in the backyard, or...hear from Kiba lately?”

“No...stuff like that just...pops into my head sometimes! You don’t...you don’t do that?”

“Uh...no.” Maybe because he doesn’t have all together too many funny memories to pull from…

“Aww...well, that’s just...a thing I do, I guess.” Another few giggles.

“I was...so confused for so long about that…”

“Really?”

“Yeah. I thought maybe you were laughing at something I’d done.”

“Oh, n-no! Well…” A short snort. “...I guess I might remember funny things about you sometimes.”

“...when am I ever funny?”

“To be fair...I don’t think you usually mean to be,” Hinata admits, smiling sheepishly.

“...all right, give me an example.”

A moment to think. “There was this one time...you were trying to cut some kind of...vegetable? I can’t remember. And when you went to cut it, it...it just…!” A hand tries to stifle her laugh. “It went f-flying! All the way across the kitchen! And you just...you stared at it. And your face...it was like it had insulted your ancestors! I’d never seen you make that face before, and it cracked me up!”

Sasuke thinks for a moment as Hinata struggles to keep calm in the background. That...doesn’t ring any bells, but then again...he doesn’t have much reason to commit that to memory. “Why do you remember that kind of stuff?”

“I don’t know...I just do. I laughed so hard at you trying to cut that thing, I got lightheaded! I guess I just...hang onto things that make me laugh.”

“You’ve never done that during a mission, have you?” Seems like a good way to blow one’s cover...

She considers that a moment. “...not that I can remember? But I’m in a different mindset when I’m working. But if my mind can start wandering when it’s quiet, and I’m just sort of...spacing out, it just...goes to things like that sometimes. I can’t tell you why.”

A dark brow perks. “...well, all right then.”

“I still can’t believe you don’t d-do that…”

“I don’t think I’ve heard of anyone doing that. Random memories, sure...but enough to bring you back to laughing out of the blue?”

Hinata’s expression turns sheepish again. “...is it weird?”

Not bothering to stop a snort, he draws her to his side with an arm. “Yes, it’s weird.” Ignoring her pouting wriggling to get free, he gives the crown of her head a kiss. “But I like your weird, remember?”

That gets her to still. “...I guess that’s true.”

“You guess?”

She doesn’t reply verbally, instead just sticking her tongue out at him.

Giving a mock deadpan look, he pinches her nose between his knuckles and watches her eep in surprise. “Don’t be rude.”

“Sasuke, that hurts!” she whines, tone muffled as though with a cold and hands slapping at him lightly in reprimand.

“I’m barely even touching you…”

From then on, he occasionally asks what it is that makes her laugh whenever it happens. Most of her answers are from her younger years...before the pair of them really ever knew each other. Stories with her teammates, or Sakura and Ino...a few about Naruto. Every so often there’s some from family, even the stoic Neji.

...in a way...he’s a little envious. So much of his life was spent in so dark a place, with such a serious focus on his goals, things like this never happened. Or if they did...he wasn’t paying attention. He couldn’t pay attention.

It makes him realize just how much he missed.

And yet, in another, it’s a view into Hinata’s past he’d never get, otherwise. Each little snippet tells him something new about her, or her friends, or her family. He can almost picture most of them, Hinata telling each tale with sprinkles of giggles in between her words. They almost become a bit cathartic for him. Little peeks into her life before it became so intertwined with his.

And then...Sasuke gets one of his own.

They’re working on dinner one evening, the pair of them splitting the work, like always. Hinata’s had a craving for ramen, so they’re trying to make some from scratch. As Sasuke works on the noodles, Hinata begins peeling the hard boiled eggs in the sink, giving them a gentle squeeze to crack the shell and remove it.

She’s marked the ones she cooked earlier in the carton with little marker marks on the tops of the shell. And as she gets into a rhythm...she doesn’t notice that she’s actually grabbed a blank egg. The first squeeze, to her disappointment, doesn’t crack it. So, she tries harder. And...a little harder. Until, lips pursed with annoyance, she decides to give it a slap on the counter.

...raw egg splatters everywhere.

Turning at her gasp of surprise, Sasuke looks Hinata up and down. Her jaw is dropped in shock, eyes wide, her front speckled with egg. It’s all over the counter, dripping down the cupboard doors and pooling on the floor.

They both just...stare at it for a moment.

...and then Sasuke bursts into a deep belly laugh.

Looking at him, Hinata watches as Sasuke leans back against a clear part of the counter, noodles temporarily abandoned as he drowns in mirth.

“Did...did you really just…?” he tries to ask, wiping at his eyes.

Puffing up indignantly, she stutters, “I-I just…! I thought it was -?”

He cuts her off with another laugh, a hand coming up to rest over his face. Gods, when was the last time he laughed this hard? “...oh man...you’re a mess.”

“N-no joke!”

“Here...you go, uh...clean yourself up. I’ll handle this.”

“But -?”

“Go. It’s fine, really. I can handle it until you get back.”

Turning a bit sheepish, she does as asked, mumbling about investing in an apron.

Wiping up the aftermath, Sasuke gives one last chuckle to himself. This might just be the first of his new stockpile to laugh at later.

                                                            .oOo.

     More random fluff, which honestly? Is one of my favorite things to write x3 Even if making this as long as I like to try to keep this was a little hard, haha~ I try to keep an average of about 1200 words...and overall I'm actually at about 1450, woo!      Though, on that note, just a heads up for the upcoming SasuHina month (which, yes, I'll be doing and posting to these accounts on both AO3 and Tumblr): those entries will likely be a LOT shorter. I'm going to TRY to do both my dailies, and those...and I'd rather focus on keeping my average word count for this project. So if the SHM entries are short, apologies...it's just gonna be a lot to juggle during my free time in addition to the RP I like to do, and other fic projects I've got going on another account / blog!      Buuut yeah, now that that's out of the way: a slightly early entry, woo! And yeah, some simple fluff. I've always HC'd Hinata as a major daydreamer, so...having her thoughts wander and make her randomly laugh is EXACTLY what I picture her doing, haha - so I knew just what to write. Poor Sasuke doesn't have as many happy memories to draw from...but with Hinata, he's going to finally make some n_n      Anyway, since I'm a lil early, off to another project I go for the night! Thanks for reading~

[talkthattae]

Rainy Days with BTS

Request(s)- “Do you mind doing what rainy days with BTS members would be like? Thank you🤗 “ 

“hi there! hopefully no one else suggested this but can you do a bts reaction of spending a rainy day together please! BTW I really love your fics!!”

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Seokjin

“Ugh” you complained as you stood up from the couch after you had paused the netflix show you and Jin were binging.

The sound of pitter patters could be heard against the windows. It was cold and rainy outside and the only thing you and Jin could think to do was to naturally, watch netflix.

“Wait! Y/N! You can’t just pause it at that part! I need to know what happens! Hello!” Jin protested.

“Can you wait like two seconds? I need more popcorn!” you replied back.

Jin sank into the couch and pouted like a three year old. You laughed to yourself as you watched your boyfriend’s behavior unfold.Once you had popped your popcorn and crawled your way back to the couch, Jin immediately pulled you back into his lap, also taking the popcorn out of your grasp.

“Come on! Press play!” he yelled as he started to stuff his face with the freshly popped popcorn.

After you got comfortable and situated in Jin’s cuddles, you pressed play. All that could be heard was the sound from your show, and the relaxing sound of rain.

Yoongi

You woke up to the sound of rain and thunder outside. You groaned to yourself. You had plans today. Plans that kinda depended on the weather being nice.

“What’s wrong?” Yoongi asked in a deep voice as he stirred awake and rubbed his eyes.

“It’s raining” you replied as you snuggled back into Yoongi’s chest.

Yoongi wrapped his arms around you. He rubbed his hand up and down your arm giving you goosebumps.

“I was supposed to go to the studio today but if you have to cancel your plans, I’ll stay home with you.” he suggested.

“I’m gonna cancel but you should still do to the studio. I don’t wanna stop you from working” you said.

“No, I wanna stay home with you more than I want to work. And plus, I still have equipment I can use to record here.” Yoongi replied back to you.

Suddenly Yoongi’s eyes went big and a smile spread across his face. He jumped out of bed before you could even ask what he was doing. He came back into the bedroom with his laptop and a mic.

“Will you sing for me?” Yoongi asked.

“Right now?” you asked, “Won’t you be able to hear the rain in the recording?”

“Yeah but, it might sound cool.” he replied back as he was setting up his little at home studio.

You two spent the rest of the day recording and singing together with the sound of the rain behind you.

Hoseok

“Please just this once?” Hobi pleaded.

You gave him a glare as you thought about giving into his begging. Did you really want to ruin the comfort you had found on the couch under a bunch of blankets with your boyfriend? No, but the puppy dog eyes he was giving you and that adorable pout that disrupted the smile on his face was more than enough to make you give in.

“Fine Hobi.” you said as you stood up from the couch and started walking to your front door.

“But once we come back in you have to make me hot chocolate” you negotiated.

Hobi jumped up from the couch and ran to the front door. He got to the door before you did.

“Anything for the love of my life” he said with a cheeky smile as he opened the door for you

You rolled your eyes as you walked out the door. Cold drops of rain meeting your once warm skin. Your clothes and hair were immediately sopping wet. Hobi walked up beside you and grabbed your hand, pulling you into the grass. He snaked his arms around your waist and your hands naturally wrapped around his neck. He started to lead a slow dance. You were mad that he made you come outside when the weather was so dreadful but somehow a smile formed upon your face as you saw how happy Hoseok was to be dancing with you in the rain. Hobi smiled back and pulled your body closer to his, and gave you a sweet, warming kiss.

Namjoon

“Wanna hear what I’ve been working on?” Namjoon asked you.

“Of course babe!” you replied back.

You and Namjoon had spent the day basically doing nothing but just enjoying eachothers company. Namjoon had been reading some books and writing songs lyrics. You had been scrolling through your phone and occasionally reading some of the lyrics Namjoon had written. He jumped up from the couch to go grab his phone. When he came back he started to play a song titled “forever rain”. You listened to the song closely and tears started to form in your eyes.

“Joonie, thi-this is amazing.” you said as the song came to a finish.

The mixture of the rain outside and the emotion he had put into this song was enough to just make you feel some type of way.

“I’m so proud of you.” you said was you caressed his face.

He wiped your tears away and gave you a kiss on the cheek.

“I haven’t let anyone listen to it but you.” he confessed.

“I can’t wait to hear the rest of it” you said as you smiled at him.

Jimin

“Let’s go for a walk” Jimin said randomly.

“Why would you want to do that when it’s raining cats and dogs outside?” you asked.

“We have umbrellas you know.”

“You’re insane Park Jimin” you said as you stood up, “but so am i, let’s go”

Jimin grabbed your hand and an umbrella and was out the door. You two found yourself in a city park. The umbrella barely did it’s job of protecting you two from the rain as you both were soaked. Jimin looked at you sympathetically. He started to look around from some shelter. The rain seemed to be pouring harder and harder every second. Finally he spotted a coffee shop. He pulled you in the direction of the coffee shop and you both started running. Once you were inside the warmth and smell of coffee grounds surrounded your body. You both sat down in the same booth. Jimin pulled your body close to his in hopes it would help warm you up but he was just as cold as you were. A worker came up to your table and took your orders. Once your drinks arrived and you felt the warmth fall down your throat, you were a little relieved.

“Park Jimin, if i get a cold because of you, you better take care of me” you said jokingly.

Jimin smiled and kissed the tip of your nose before he placed a kiss on your lips.

“Thanks for going on a walk with me even if you were miserable.” he said.

You couldn’t help but smile at how adorable he was.

Taehyung

You and Taehyung had been waiting so long for a rainy day. You both planned to drop everything the second it started to rain and go take pictures. You were both obsessed with how the water reflected things and thought it would be so fun to see what photos you could take. You walked hand and hand down a busy street trying to find something to take pictures of. It was dark out so all the lights were on. The water in the street reflected all different colors. You couldn’t wait to see how the pictures would turn out. Taehyung took hundreds of pictures of you dancing in the streets when no cars were coming. After you both had taken enough pictures, you both ended up just playing in the rain. You were running away from Tae as he chased you through a park. He eventually caught you and tackled you to the ground.

“Tae, mud” you said in a sad voice.

He just laughed at your cute tone of voice and pressed his lips to yours. While he kissed you, you grabbed a handful of mud and threw it onto his back. He flew up from pinning you to the ground.

“Hey! Not funny!” he yelled as you quickly got up off the ground and ran away from him again.

He laughed to himself before he stood up and ran towards you again.

Jungkook

“Baaabbe” jungkook cried.

“What?” you asked as you were scrolling through your phone.

“I’m bored” he said with a pout.

When you didn’t give him a reply he moved his body behind yours in the bed and snaked his hand around you and moved his warm hands under your shirt and rested them on your stomach. He nestled his head into the crook of your neck so he could see what you were doing on your phone.

“Can we watch youtube?” he asked.

You turned your head so you were face to face with him.

“You are worse than a child sometimes i swear” you said as you raised your head to meet your lips with his.

He smiled shyly. You rested your body back into its previous position against Jungkooks body. You clicked your youtube app and scrolled through your subscriptions until you found one that you knew both yourself and Jungkook would enjoy.

“I love you” Jungkook said softly into your ear.

“I love you more Kookie” you replied as you both started to focus on the youtube video playing on your phone.

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#5

7 notes • Posted 2021-01-19 05:51:17 GMT

#4

hello!! are you perhaps the author of that AMAZING Kiaz fic, Greek tragedy, on ao3? (if not please pretend this never happened—)

anyway, I just wanted to thank you for writing that masterpiece. I've grown to love Kiaz so much, but their fandom is still pretty small, so whenever new content about them pops up I feel the need to comment on it. and God, that fic is SO well written. the pacing, the flow of consciousness, the wording, the way you wrote the characters' personalities, everything is just so good. ALSO MIGUEL TALKING IN SPANISH TO ROBBY, I LOVED THAT SOSOSO MUCH, AH! you're definitely one of my favourite writers now and I'm so glad to have found one of your incredible works!

uh yeah, that's about it; sorry for sliding here randomly. thank you and keep at it ❕❕cheering and rooting for you always 😔

oh my goodness!!! this is so so so sweet! i’m used to the spiderman fandom being so active so when there wasn’t as much response to my work i was kind of bummed even though i know the fandom is suuuper small. this message really made my day 🥰🥰🥰 i actually have like 5k of a kiaz a/b/o fic in one of my drafts that i should maybe put up, if you want it 🖤🖤🖤🖤 -venom

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Fanfiction Year in Review 2020

Really excited to fill this out because I just started writing again this year, and I’m really proud of my accomplishments. 

How many stories did you publish?

A whopping total of 29 fics on ao3

Total word count for 2020?

228,371

What fandoms did you write for this year?

All Spider-Man fandom, but an even split between Parkner and Starker

Did you write more, less, or roughly the same you expected you would?

Way, way, WAY, more than I was expecting, considering I wasn’t really expecting to write at all. 

What story you wrote in 2020 are you most proud of?

Definitely, something in the way. I think it’s one of my favorite fics I’ve ever written. 

Did you take any writing risk this year?

I participated in my first bingo, and kink exchange, so that was exciting! A lot of my fics started as personal writing challenges that I wanted to tackle. I’m known for playing with dynamics. 

Do you have any fanfiction goals for 2021?

I hope to write just as much - if not more than this year, and to be as proud of it as I am of the work I put out in 2020. 

What is your most under appreciated story?

Gosh. Idk. Any interaction I get on any fic is great. Maybe jesus loves you (this i know) which is my Parkner fic I have a huge soft spot for that didn’t get as much interaction/comments. Might write a sequel to it sometime this year.

Most unintentionally telling story?

Oof. Probably in bloom, cause that’s just my soft baby fic. 

Most popular story of the year?

Wet, omg. That fic got so much traction, of which I wasn’t expecting, because it was just a little one shot based off of an idea I couldn’t get out of my head. It’s currently at 555 kudos on ao3. 

Ao3 stats?

Wet is my most popular this year, with 555 kudos 77 bookmarks 15 comments and 7,541 hits. BUT! in bloom is fighting for popularity and will most certainly take the title once it’s finished. Right now in bloom is at 447 kudos 82 bookmarks 91 comments and 9,800 hits

Most fun story to write?

Honestly, probably something in the way, just because I wrote it all in one night and haven’t been able to reenact that brain wave since. 

Biggest fanfiction related disappointment of 2020?

Can’t really think of any disappointments. Everything about my experience was so overwhelmingly positive. 

Biggest fanfiction related surprise of 2020?

The fact that I wrote 200k at all! Omg! I went from having barely anything on my ao3 to suddenly being a writing fiend. I hope I can write just as much, if not more, in 2021.

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“Falling for Peter had kind of been like staring at the sun. When Harley focused on him for too long his retinas singed, but he couldn’t look away. Peter was kind, and smart, and funny, and so much all the time that Harley had to pinch himself whenever Peter trained all of his brightness onto him. He was beautiful. He was a nuclear fusion of hydrogen; a swirl of helium that took up so much more than every star Harley could ever make out in the sky. As far as Harley was concerned, Peter was the milky way, and he was sitting on the grass tracing constellations.”

- ‘tis the season by venomondenim

27 notes • Posted 2021-01-23 07:50:33 GMT

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Harley:

Peter:

Harley:

Peter: Running this game for 5 years, guess that’s why my feet hurt.

Harley:

Peter:

Harley: If you quote Nicki ONE MORE TIME

57 notes • Posted 2021-02-08 18:39:35 GMT

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