#primarily bc there might be actual changes to the chapters content

[maybankiara]

I'll be coming back to this in a bit!! I need to edit the texting sections to swap them from text to actual "screenshots" and make it easier to read, but we're not far from the end, and I'm not giving up at 80k words. Pinky promise. It's taking its sweet time, but we'll get to it ♡

Drew Starkey Fanfiction | Real Life + Social Media

Rated T | Multi-chapter | In progress | Also on Wattpad

Addie Mallory is just your average political economy Master’s Degree student when she meets Drew Starkey at her local Target in Atlanta. This is where the story is supposed to end – a short meeting and a picture to go – except Drew accidentally leaves with the wrong phone, and the story begins, instead.

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[quokkaholic]

Playlist🖤 h.j

Hi all! This is my first time posting a fanfic, so if you read this please give me some grace :) I am definitely open to suggestions especially when it comes to the title

Warnings: Cussing, drinking (I’ll update the warning list as I go, please let me know if I missed anything or)

Synopsis: This is a Han Jisung fic. It will be about a fmc who is in graduate school for library science and is working at her local library. It will probably be y/n bc, let’s be real, we all self insert no matter what the character is named. That being said, I will be writing her as a 23-24 (haven’t decided a birthday but she was born in 2000) y/o , midsize, slightly alternative looking (short hair, piercings, tattoos), well traveled, woman who lives in the southern United States. She meets Han (idol) at a bar on her biennial solo vacation. They hit it off massively (of course) and primarily bond over their shared interest in each other’s culture and love for music. There will be mature/sexual content eventually. I do plan to add Lee know to the relationship later on so it’s kinda a throuple situation with very light mm. Also, side note, I’m aware that Han is not fluent in English. In a perfect world I’d be able to write a language barrier romance without it being offensive, but I am not confident in my ability to do that. So this is an au where Han is knows English fluently. I might incorporate him not knowing more obscure words that’s aren’t necessary for effective communication but idk.

Chapter 1

Busan Blonde

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The Busan sun is beating down on my sandy blanket making me especially grateful for the umbrella I begrudgingly decided to rent. I’m dedicated not to waste a single moment of my two weeks here is South Korea after saving up for it for the past two years, but, on vacation, lounging on the beach is no waste of time. Even after saving for the past two years, I still have to eat at convenient stores and stay at hostels more than id like; part-time work at the library doesn’t pay much, but I knew that and still decided to go back to school to study library science. Despite those skimpy funds, I have found a way to vacation out of the country every other year since I turned 18, and this year South Korea was my destination.

I’m somehow already on my fifth day here. The first day was just shopping, shoving my face with authentic food, and trying to adjust to the 15 hour time change. The last four days were a whirlwind in Busan, where I landed. It has been a constant speed run of temples, Culture villages, and museums. Luckily yesterday on my fourth evening in Busan, a friendly group of Spanish travelers came to the hostel and invited me to Haeundae beach with them for some actual relaxation. I have really enjoyed spending time with other travelers and hearing about their home countries and other vacations as well as sharing my own. They are a a few years younger than me, but I have experienced first hand that age shouldn’t come between friendships. I have met many the retiree traveling the world, and some I even still keep contact with today. That being said, the more time I spent with them the more apparent it becomes that while age shouldn’t be an issue, maturity can be. I debate on declining their offer retroactively, but fuck wouldn’t that just make it awkward as hell. The beach will be nice no matter what, beaches are always nice! We all meet up for a surprisingly docile breakfast, but as soon as we all arrive at the water my gut feelings prove to be correct. Unfortunately their niceness cannot overcome the maturity gap between us. As friendly as they are, the group has become a bit too… rowdy. Kicking sand, shooting water guns, I had to draw the line when a pair of them started crossing the boundary between second and third base just right there next to me. The lady sitting next to me who i learned last night is named Gloria gave me an apologetic look when i whispered to her that you were going to have to go ahead and move somewhere else, but i got her socials before finding a more peaceful spot out of earshot. While i was right about the group’s lack of tact, I was also right about beaches always being great. The rest of the afternoon was spent alternating between reading in the sand and wading in the waves, after a short nap I headed back to the hostel to wash up and grab my bag and head to the train station to head to Seoul.

The train ride was pleasant with stunning views as the sun set. It was only two hours and some change; I only brought two books with me to save valuable carry on space, so in order to have something to read on the flight home I decided to crochet and listen to music instead. I’ve already started working on your Korean memories playlist: a playlist of songs I have been listening to while here, songs I have heard here, and songs that just remind me of my time here for one reason or another. It’ll take a while until it’s fine tuned; i’ll be listening, adding, removing, and listening again for at least a few weeks.

Upon arriving in Seoul, I’m god damned starving. I stop at a small shop with a picture of rabboki in the window. That was enough to draw me in. There’s a few customers in here as well despite it being past ten at night. I embarrassingly stumble your way through ordering. Even though I am not anywhere near proficient in even the most basic Korean, i will always attempt to speak the native language of the countries I visit out of respect. The food was exactly what i needed warm, comforting, and the extra cheese I was recommended was definitely the right decision i thought at least until my almost inevitable tummy ache later.

Arriving at my hostel, i can’t help but be slightly disappointed in the quality. To be fair, I thought I had hit the jackpot with these accommodations, but unfortunately the pictures online don’t really line up with what I’m seeing. I find my bunk and quickly prepare for sleep in the shared bathroom then lay in bed. I tell myself it’s okay, this hostel is just a place to sleep and bathe. Just when im about to drift off to sleep, im yanked back to consciousness by the grating sound of my bunk mate snoring like a god damn chainsaw.

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A.n lol we’ll meet Han next chapter I promise 💕

-mo

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FtPvese is my KH fic that’s primarily about Repliku getting a second chance at life and learning how to be loved, but also about a lot of other things; traumatized teens learning how to heal, kh’s clone narative turned to the max, replicas, and a totally unique clone of Sora coping with wanting to be his own person. you know, normal kingdom hearts stuff.

you can read the whole promo post I made about it here

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logistics notes

- we’re doing a manual email list because it’s the best option for getting the actual prose in your email exactly like dracula daily did, rather than having to click on links

- this will probably take about 2 years to do, becuase 1million words is... a lot of words... I could only manage it in one year if I sent out an email Every Single Day, and I had enough people tell me that’s too frequent for them that I’m not gonna do it! we’re doing every other day instead, and maybe even take holidays off.

- 3000 words might be a more accurate average, but very rarely are there chapters over 5000 words, and most 3000 word emails are going to be because i combined two 1.5k chapters into one email (trying to get this done in 2 years, not 4!). chapters do get progressively longer over time.

- I’ll probably be sending out short little intro thoughts on each email (like, three sentences, max,) just for ~connection~ (and bc I like babbling) instead of me just. tossing you the prose uncommentated. author’s notes....

- because of this, I think I’ll probably be sending a copy of each email to ftpverse.dreamwidth.org as well for archival purposes.... so if you really really don’t want to give me your email, you can just subscribe to this journal. (I might not actually do this, but if I change my mind, i WILL tell you!)

- since ftpverse.dreamwidth.org is ALSO a community, it’s open to members joining and posting entries about current events as of [wherever we are in the ftpdaily posting] . like, AO3 comments are a perfectly valid place to have disccusions as well, but. fun bonus option.....

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ftpverse general content warnings

> ftpverse is a story about abuse / trauma recovery. physical and emotional abuse are both shown in flashback, and repliku is regularly put in situations that trigger him. (sexual abuse does not happen anywhere, so it is free of that.)

> three of the main characters are suicidal; they work through it and come out better at the end, but dead inside is a rough one until that point.

> there is an attempted suicide on screen; the character lives, but the details are spoilers. it and another spoilery content warning will be linked below.

> several characters struggle with depression / a lack of self worth. they get better, but dead inside is a rough one, because there isn’t a light at the end of the tunnel for most of those characters until all that remains.

> nothing’s fair is a terminal illness analogue; this is the other one that i have spoiler elaboration for

> becuase i thought i was cishet when i started writing it, it’s a little heteronormative at the start. it’ll get better.

> i started writing ftpverse in 2010, when i was 13, and finished it 8 years later. do with that information what you will, but mostly i’m saying the technical writing quality WILL improve, you just have to give it time.

> spoiler content warnings are here

[flowercrown-bucky]

I Put A Spell On You

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Modern!Loki x Reader, Modern!Thor x Reader, Loki x Wanda

Warnings: NSFW content - 18 plus ONLY (NSFW parts are in bold. If you do not wish to read this type of content, keep scrolling on past it.)

Summary: What do you do when you fall in love? Embark on a clandestine affair with their brother, of course.

Authors’ Note: Whoo! It’s the one we’ve all been waiting for. I didn’t think weld ever actually get here. My attention span isn’t good enough.

I’ve never written smut before so if you could, like, not be mean, that would be great. It was weird to write and re-reading it made me want to vomit cotton wool so it’s not fully proofread. Also, it’s sex from a female - Y/N’s - perspective bc as a woman I do not know how sex feels from a man’s perspective. If that’s what you were expecting, I do not know what to say. Sorry, I guess.

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Chapter Six - Concerning, primarily, the events taking place between forbidden lovers within Loki’s flat on a Thursday evening.

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London's West End, June 15th 2018.

Stepping into the bar on Old Compton Street was like stepping back in time. From the stone-laid floor to the warm red lighting, to the polished steel of the bar and the mirrored walls, from the second you set door in the bar you felt like you were in New Orleans in 1976, despite the fact you were not alive in 1976 nor had you ever in your life visited New Orleans.

Either way, you were on a sophisticated night out (Making a change from your normal crawl through Camden's finest), and sitting at the bar sipping a martini from a highball glass - as opposed to a can - you felt like pure class.

The tall blonde at the end of the bar had been watching you as you chatted with your friends all evening, and after five minutes of you glancing across at him, he'd approached you. Your friends had quickly disappeared in a cluster of giggles and overpriced cocktails, leaving you alone with the handsome stranger half a foot away from you.

You bit your lip, shyly looking away from his intense gaze.

He quietly introduced himself, his charm and easy smile drawing you in. You chatted for hours, yourself completely entranced by this handsome, beguiling man.

After many, many drinks, you found yourselves locking lips, messy and drunk and beautiful. Your teeth clashed and your tongues slid together, not caring who saw or what they thought.

"Something tells me." You murmured between kisses. "That I was meant to meet you tonight. Like the universe meant to bring us together for some reason."

He said nothing, opting instead to catch your lips in his once more.

Loki's Flat, Present Day.

You glanced up at Loki, your breaths heavy in your chest. His head bowed down to yours, his gaze intense in a way you'd never seen before, his own breath warm on the skin of your exposed neck. His grip tightened on you, his fingertips pressing into the flesh of you right waist. Words escaped you under his intense gaze, your breath hitched in your throat.

Your noses bumped gently as you leaned into each other, a gentle chuckle leaving his lips. Your heart hammered in your chest, blood rushing to your increasingly clammy hands. For a fleeting moment, you wondered if he'd notice how sweaty your hands had become through the thin material of his shirt.

You bit your lip awkwardly, watching his gaze slide down your face, stopping at your lips.

[I put a spell on you

Because you're mine]

You inhaled sharply as he leaned in, closing the gap between the two of you. His lips were surprisingly soft against yours, bringing his hand up to the back of your head, pulling you into his kiss with a harsh tug on a fistful of your hair. The taste of red wine lingered on his lips, along with something so uniquely him that you were convinced wyou'd never get enough of it.

You gasped quietly, your lips parting slightly, allowing his tongue to slide into your mouth. Your mouth pressed insistently against his, your hands grabbing at the back of his neck, allowing yourself to feel all the feelings you'd harboured since your first meeting.

[You better stop the things you do

I tell ya, I ain't lyin']

You gasped as his suit-clad knee pressed between your legs, his hand falling from the backing from the the back of your head to the small of your back, pushing you backwards. You squealed as the sofa hit the back of your knees, knocking you off balance. You grabbed out at Loki in a desperate attempt to steady yourself, causing both of you to topple backwards and land on the sofa in a tangle of limbs. Steadying yourself, you bit your lip to stifle a laugh.

Loki's eyes met yours, the grin on his face making it impossible to suppress your giggles any longer. The two of you laughed nervously as you untangled your arms and legs from each other. He held your face between his thumb and two fingers, pressing a delicate kiss to your lips.

"You are everything." He whispered, the tip of his nose brushing against yours. You blushed, leaning back up to kiss him.

[You know I can't stand it

You're runnin' around]

His fingertips were cool on your waist, slowly, gently, bringing your shirt up as they rose up your abdomen. Your kiss deepened as you ran your tongue across his lip, your mouths moving together sloppily, teeth and tongues clashing. Yet, his hand stayed still, remaining on the bare skin just under your breasts. You rolled your eyes, propping yourself up slightly on your elbows, reaching to unbutton your own shirt.

[I can’t stand it

‘Cause you put me down]

"You were taking too long." You breathed, wriggling out of your shirtsleeves.

"God, do you ever shut up?" He grabbed your thighs and rolled you over, one leg resting either side of him. Your shirt fell open as he began unbuttoning his own, your eyes trailing across his bare chest. The feeling of your skin on his as you removed the rest of your clothes, his mouth trailing kissses down your neck, was becoming unbearable, need burning in the pit of your stomach.

[I put a spell on you

Because you’re mine]

"Are you sure about this?" He asked. "This is what you want?"

You nodded, leaning in to kiss him again but he caught your chin in his hand, stopping you just short of his mouth.

"I need to hear you say it." His voice was desperate, almost begging you.

"I want this." You voice was soft. "I want you, Loki."

[You know I love you

I love you

I love you]

Your words elicited a noise you'd never heard before from his mouth, a deep, primal noise, almost a snarl. He grabbed at you roughly, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your hips, pulling you to him.

He unbuttoned his slacks, freeing his erect cock and lining himself with where tyou hovered above him. Slowly, he guided himself into your soft, wet entrance, eliciting a deep, primal moan from him. A slight groan left your lips, a groan of frustration and of him finally giving into his urges, of finally feeling every ridge of him inside of you. You felt his blunt head nudge at your sweet spot, every movement adding to your growing frustration.

You rocked your hips slowly backwards and forwards, feeling a moan of pleasure rippling through your chest as you felt him reach places you previously didn't know existed. He reached down, catching your hip in one massive hand. He bit his lip as he grabbed st the soft flesh. It would bruise tomorrow, you thought.

[I don’t care if you don’t want me

I’m yours right now]

His thumb slid across your increasingly sweaty navel, gently running his fingers over your clit, before pressing more firmly. A grin spread over his face as your breath caught in your throat, his fingers catching a rhythm as they rubbed gentle circles.

Your hands fell to his chest as he moved you, feeling him rock up into you. You wanted to touch him, needed to touch him, needed to feel like he was yours.

Could you die with this man between your legs? Quite possibly.

[I put a spell on you

Because you’re mine]

You couldn't speak, couldn't think of anything but him, hitting that one spot over and over and over again until you could barely breathe. You felt your climax building inside you, coiling in the pit of your stomach.

A filthy moan escaped your mouth as you came, your body spasming with pleasure. Loki followed quickly, riding out his high with slow, lazy thrusts.

[I put a spell on you

Because you’re mine]

"I love you." He breathed, cradling you to his bare chest. You opened your mouth to reply, but found yourself stopped by his finger.

"It's ok." His lips curled into a crooked smile that you thought your heart might die for. "You don't have to say it if it's hard to. I don't want you to ever feel like you have to be anything but you with me."

You smiled gratefully, your eyes suddenly heavy with the emotional drain of the day. As you drifted off to sleep, you were vaguely aware of him speaking, his voice low and soothing as he muttered in your hair, but you could not muster enough consciousness to focus on the words.

"I wish you were mine."

Loki woke with a groan.

Why was his body so heavy?

Where was the light coming from?

And what the fuck was that godawful noise?

He blinked, shifting his hand to rub his face.

What the fuck had he just touched?

It almost felt, like hair.

It was hair.

Your hair.

His whole body bolted into an upright position, his hands holding you carefully so as not to jolt you, reaching out for his phone. Eventually, his hand settled on it, and he flicked it on to check the time.

10:28 AM. Fuck.

43 missed calls. Double fuck.

He threw his head back, screwing his entire face up as he remembered exactly what had happened.

He’d bailed on Wanda, and ended up shagging his brother’s fiancé on his sofa, when he really should’ve been fucking his own girlfriend.

Oh, and now he was two and a half hours late for work.

Nice fucking work, knobhead.

His eyes flitted down to where you lay in his arms, and everything felt okay for a moment.

You looked so peaceful, so vulnerable, so authentically yourself, your hair splayed across his chest, the morning sun illuminating your features.

“Hey,” He rah one hand through your hair, gently shaking you. “Hey, little one, you need to wake up.”

You peered up at him with one eye.

Your heart hammered in your chest. You’d rung your manager, explained that you’d overslept, and you were pretty sure you’d just about gotten away with your job in tact.

You’d rung your sister, Sophie, explained that you really needed an alibi for last night in case your husband-to-be wanted to investigate your reason as to why you had randomly left and not come home or been contactable all night (You attributed this to a “family emergency”). She’d been suspicious, incredibly so when you wouldn’t tell her where you’d actually been - something you knew you would have to come clean to her about or come up with a really good excuse - but you were fairly certain she’d back you on this one.

Oh, and you sort of accidentally fucked Loki in the shower.

You weren’t even entirely sure how it happened. One minute you’d been rinsing soap suds off your arms, the next your back was against the wall, his lips on your neck, your hands tugging at his wet hair.

You didn’t know what had come over you. Come to think of it, you didn’t know what had come over you last night either. The connection between you, it was magnetic. You felt it the first time you’d met, and you were fairly certain it would only get worse now you’d been intimate with each other.

In all honesty, you didn’t feel as bad as you thought you would.

Not that you didn’t feel guilty. You had cheated on a man who loved you. Twice. You knew you’d done a terrible thing.

You felt guilty, for sure, yet you were slightly more concerned with the possibility of your little tryst being discovered. Was that guilt? You weren’t sure it was.

You were dreading seeing Thor, dreading getting yourself out of this one. How could you continue your life as normal, choosing cakes and dresses? You’d committed the rest of your life to this man. Could you live out the rest of your days living a lie?

“Hey,” Loki’s voice was soft, his hand cupping your face. “I really need to go to work, seeing as I’d quite like to keep my job.”

“Yeah.” You echoed. Me too.”

“I’ll call you later.” A gentle smile spread over his face as he stared at you. “It’s all going to be okay, little one.”

You wished you had as much faith as he did.

He kissed you gently, nothing more than a brush of lips on lips, shutting the door to his flat behind you. You felt slightly dazed as you ran down the steps, all the way into the parking lot where you’d abandoned your car.

The ticket tucked under the wipers was not what you needed to see.

You banged your head against the steering wheel as you settled in your seat. You could not shake the feeling that you were already neck-deep in hot water and the sand was still slipping from under your feet.

Oh, fuck.

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[This chapter is a slightly different format. You may or may not have noticed, but every chapter is a named after and inspired by a song - this chapter directly contains lyrics.

One for the eagle eyed among you - whilst writing this I made a small amendment to Chapter Four. There’s a tiny detail that appears twice, once in Chapter Four and again in Chapter Five. Has anyone noticed what it is?

Also, shout out to anyone else out there who struggles to express emotions verbally. I feel like loki would understand that.

And to my sister, who gets her cameo in here.]

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[lowkeysebastianstan]

Hello, I understand you're upset over Endgame, but maybe you should wait a bit until things are calmer, and reflect on what happened in the movie? My favorite character is Bucky too, and I do believe Steve's relationship with Bucky was more important than with Peggy (after he woke up in the future), but I also believe the end of Steve's arc is fitting for him. I'm legit just trying to make you see that, perhaps, things aren't as bad as you might think they are?

hi! sorry, i had to let it settle for a day, my first instinct was to be salty af, it just be like that these days, but i realise that you’re coming from a good place, and wish a better experience for me. for which i’m grateful, i am, i get it, as i think i’ve mentioned, i wish we all came away from this movie happy and content, but alas. 

as i sat there watching it i was strangely detached throughout, it was a bit like when i was watching infinity war, but back then i was very doubtful they’d be able to pull it off. but pull it off they did, with a few glaring mistakes, sure, but as a whole infinity war was above and beyond what anyone expected. 

so i think i was lulled into a false sense of security, i let myself believe they’d do it again, but this time better, bc how could they not, this was going to be the last hurrah for several of these characters, the only question was how.

and even if i did enjoy parts of it immensely during the viewing, as i said, i just felt this strange detachment, and idek, it evolved into a panicked disbelief as i realised that no. i’d been had, they failed, omfg did they fail. and this was way before the end, already i had so many issues, so so many. 

my son asked me yesterday, after someone irl actually asked me what i thought, poor sod, and i primarily went on about steve, if there were other things i didn’t like. as a challenge, bc he thought that steve’s ending was the only issue i had, having focused mostly on that, and he, like you, wants me to like it more. and i want that too, especially for him, i feel quilty af that i can’t even pretend, (although at this point they really shouldn’t start in on it, i mean), but then i realised that i’ve spent years waiting for this, giffing, writing, meta-ing, discussing, imagining, just- and he hasn’t obviously. i know i should, as a mum, just shake it off, but i’m also human, and i fuck up way worse than this as a mum on the daily so i figure it could be worse. anyways, he asked me if i could tell him other things i didn’t like. and i answered him, i told him about the tonal problems, the end for nat, the inconsistencies with the time travelling, steve’s lack of grief throughout, (apart from for a woman he’s moved on from with her niece, that had lead a fulfilling and rich life, that had told him to move on, and he’d accepted, idek) the ensuing constant chekov’s compass, (seriously, seeding guys. discreetly. look it up), reducing thor to a comic relief (yes, hemsworth showed his comedic muscles in ragnarok, but come on), the hydra!cap callback, (yikes, really, they felt the need to rip that wound open), the “openly gay” representation, (he had what 3 mins screentime in tws? wow, really going above and beyond the bare minimum) the apparent previous engagement every dustee had to meet back in wakanda at reassembly and a few other things i’m too tired to remember now. 

then he asked if there were anything i liked at all. i remembered two things, although now i actually remember three, so yay! and by liked, i mean still. i loved “worthy”, (even if, in retrospect, is he though), i loved carol’s arrival and i loved the a-force surrounding peter. see? bright side. oh, and bucky looked goooood, (although a bit on the skinny side, maybe not all the dust came back?) but yeah. the scales were kinda skewed. he actually seemed fine with it, but i will stop talking about it in front of him. i think it’s mostly out of my system, and i’m actually considering rewatching it, only to try to find more positives, i will admit that it is overwhelming and things slip through the cracks. 

the ending sealed it for me, obviously. i teared up a little for tony, i’m not a total monster, but then i started crying for real when i realised how badly they were going to handle steve. the first thing i raged over was actually “buddy”. like????? especially since they had called back the sentence previous. i mean. i was still holding back straight after, i actually tried to do what you’ve suggested now, let it settle, maybe it wasn’t as bad as i thought. and it wasn’t. it was way, way way worse. so no. i appreciate the sentiment, but no. the way i feel about this will never change. 

anyhow, i’ve never been this deep into a fandom, and this will be the last time i will be so. sw ends at christmas, this ended now, by this i mean the cap chapter is over in this incarnation, and i doubt i’ll go along to the next phase. oh, i’ll probably watch the movies, but fandom? caring? no. that’s done. and it hurts quite a bit. i had actually hoped this would bring me back not kick me so hard in the c*nt i’ll never recover. so yeah. this is it for me. 

oh, i won’t delete or anything like that. not yet. i won’t even delete @but-i-loved-you-first, and i actually have a few wip gif sets that i might finish (if i ever stop giffing my current subject). i learned my lesson after i deleted my biggest blog after the last jedi trailer dropped, i kinda wish i had that now. and who knows, some other of sebastian’s projects might tickle my interest, one never knows. sadly, right now, that’s not the bucky/sam team up. damn.

right. i think i’ve given more than enough of an answer, again it’s painfully apparent i don’t get many asks, so thank you. i probably needed to vent a bit. 

i hope you’re having a kick-ass day, and that you continue to enjoy fandom and every positive it entails.

ps: for anyone wondering, i’ve not given up on finishing hc, i still want to, if for nothing else to manage to complete my own challenge, but i’ve been, er, distracted since i came back.

pps: i remembered two more things i liked, i liked how they reintegrated gamora without retconning the stupid soul stone caveat, and i thought rocket was maybe the best character in the movie. :)

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1) What was the first fandom and/or pairing that you wrote fic for? I believe it was The Mummy. Primarily an Ardeth/OC fic.

4) Do you outline before you start writing? If so, how far do you stray from that outline? I try to, but I usually end up failing because the fic kinda gets a mind of its own. I've mentioned before New Divide started off outlined but it was a very, very different, way darker fic and I am so, so glad I had that scene in the store where John and the Deputy are making angry hand gestures at each other to communicate silently happened or it would've stayed that way and I probably would've ended up hating the fic.

9) Do you prefer to write AUs, canon divergence, or canon-compliant fic? It's usually an even split between the three of them. Whether I'm reading or writing, give me them ALL. Or even like... the midway point between canon-compliant and divergent where it's just sort of barely changed. For example, OC content kinda goes along with divergence, but I do like my couple of headcanons where Raza's just kind of existing "offscreen" in Chapter 9 in the Mandalorian, she's just getting dragged off by the bartender before she starts a fight for the Boys almost getting into a shootout in the bar / the stupid little idea that Cobb's scarf is actually Raza's and he stole it out of spite because she steals his stuff all the time.

10. Do you enjoy writing dialogue, exposition, or plot the most? Dialogue. I'm pretty damn good with dialogue if I say so myself, and I've heard from readers that my banter is top notch, but I always feel like I'm not wordy enough at all with plot/exposition. Since I'm doing all the examples- in New Divide, during my last couple of rereads I've realized there is like... next to no plot from Chapter 1 to That Thing That Happens in Chapter 6. The two clowns sass each other and there's development that way, but no major events happen and I sort of hate it.

14. If you were stuck on a desert island with only two characters, which would you pick? Riley Poole from National Treasure because I would need the laughs and we've both kind of got the same... work ethic I guess, where we'd know when to try and accomplish something or sit down and take a rest. Also Two from Dark Matter bc she'd get us the Hell off the island and give me a bi crisis and outfit envy/motivation to go change up my wardrobe once we got back to civilization. She might kill Riley though, so who knows.