#pulling me under fic

[sissytobitch10seconds]

[dukeofthomas]

why does every reconciliation fic go like this

[menlove]

i've got you under my skin (where the rain can't get in) - chapter two

The chemistry between them still just as electric as it had been that first night Paul had played for him. John’s knee would knock into his and he’d lean into his space, close enough that his breath would puff out against Paul’s cheek as he reached for another vinyl and Paul would think this was it, but he’d just lean back again like nothing had happened. While John launched into a spiel about the newest Queen album, one hand braced behind him and his pinkie finger brushing against Paul’s thigh, Paul wondered if he felt it too. rating: explicit chapters: 2/4 pairing: john lennon/paul mccartney

chapter two is UP sorry it's late i was a lil sick. this is so fucking long bc i can't ever stop yapping but i hope y'all enjoyyyy

[plzandspanku]

I accidentally started only the brave pray for me

[be-the-glenn-to-my-maggie]

At this point I've been prioritizing asks over my own ideas for so long that my post ideas list is starting to just be words that confuse me. What did I mean? What elaborate post was this going to be? I used to know.

[bumblesimagines]

bumble once WFMF2 is done and remembers the 3000 fics that were promised

no fr tho 😭

[sil-te-plait-tue-moi]

i really appreciate ur detailed response! however, "i never think there's anything to analyze about my writing'' is wild to me bc i think of every word u use... speaking of, thank you again. you and @madsmilfelsen gave me much food for thought. oh, and for the halloween parties, I recommend a classic—go as a witch. thrilled for the idler wheel pt 2!:)

i am going to kiss you on the mouth

kidding ahhahaha but seriously thank you so much, that means loads to someone in stem 😭😭😭 thank you lots and lots and LOTS for putting in that ask!!

and wahhh i was SO starstruck when i saw @madsmilfelsen with that reply i was like 😃😃😃😃😃 hey 😃😃😃😃

thank you for the halloween costume suggestion, im honestly going to take you up on that !!

[mossy-rainfuck]

no offense but in all of my smutfics i will in fact go out of my way to note that the characters involved have small to average sized dicks because i am SO TIRED of everything irl earnestly try to convince me that fuckin 8 inches is average

[justaz]

lance telling keith that the team should get matching tattoos just because and keith pointing out that shiro adores his grandmother who abhors tattoos and would never do smth to disappoint her. lance agreeing and bringing up that even tho pidge is always down for mayhem and rebellion, she would never do anything to disappoint her parents. team tattoos are out the window. lance jokes that they should just get matching tattoos. keith (whipped and impulsive) immediately agreeing and them bouncing ideas back and forth. they settle on swords and guns (samurai and sharpshooter. duh.)

lance’s is keith’s bayard sword and luxite sword crossing, representing both his human and galran sides, can be seen as violent/a fight since all keith has done is fight to get where he is and because that’s WHO he is. he’s a fighter.

keith’s is lance’s sniper rifle wrapped in flowers because while keith is the fighter, lance has always been the lover. he wears his heart on his sleeve and loves so strongly. he is a beautiful person, inside and out. a beautiful soul if you will.

[fadelbison]

just wanted to let you know that the toxic SandRay fic was better than you might be thinking. the two of them were mostly in character and the story progression was true to who they are. it's nice to see an edgy exploration of ray's headspace and sand's headspace--because like you mentioned and implied, they're left in a hopeful, but not fully resolved, place as a couple at the end of Only Friends. just because a good number of folks want escapism, doesn't mean there isn't space or value for a more painful/difficult story filled with angst. i hope you continue to write such challenging works, and perhaps become even bolder. kudos be damned.

First of all, I want to say how much I appreciate that you not only read my author notes but came here to encourage me over it. It means a lot and *is* exactly the kind of engagement that I feel I lack in pushing my 'edgier' stories as you say through. But I'll be using this as an opportunity to explain my struggles with writing for this fandom. The problem isn't necessarily that I don't know my stories are good. I've been writing for FK for years, was the first person to release a fic solely dedicated to FK RPF on AO3, first author to write AlanGaipa and also started writing Sandray before the show aired. Despite doing almost no promo and not being active on twitter, my fics get a very respectable amount of kudos and it would be very disingenuous of me to insinuate that I'm not a popular writer. I think for people to hear me call 'Can You Blow My Mind' a flop was very shocking because it's obviously not a flop! It got 35 kudos in one day and has over 70 comments and 165 kudos at the time of answering this ask. But people can only see the end product. What I'm referring to is the months of silence and neglect between chapter 1 and chapter 2 and that continued silence well after the release of chapter 2 when suddenly there was an outburst of interest. I had totally given up on the fic and suddenly there's 4 comments in my inbox desperate for an update. We went from 0 to 100 SO fast on that fic I had no idea what was going on or what people even wanted me to do about it hahaha.

Kind of similarly my alangaipa fic homecoming was abandoned because a popular blog promoted it on their twitter and suddenly there was an influx of people who have no idea who I am enamored with how wonderful and fluffy it is. And I just didn't have the heart to be like if I do it right, the continuation of this fic is going to be the most painful exploration of grief and loneliness this world has ever witnessed. I think no matter how popular my fics get or how many of them I release. I personally, seem to gain no discernible recognition with my readers and never get the trust in my process that is so integral to writing difficult fics. There are literally four readers who engage with me while I write these very dense and difficult fics and the months it takes me to write them is just very lonely. I would love to get bolder. I have been concocting a pirate sandray that will redefine the term toxicity lmao. But let's talk about what writing that fic might actually feel like?

It's pirate!Sand kidnapping prince!Ray for ransom. Ray who is trans will spend the entire time trying to baby trap Sand but create a terrible situation where Sand believing that Ray loves him will rape him. So what of a story that will be strife with already difficult topics like transphobia and childhood trauma with the added burdens of Ray falling in love with his rapist? Do I know if it will have a happy ending? Do I know if Ray will ever genuinely get past it? Will Sand? How can I write this story? All I know is that my willpower alone is not enough to see it through. Fanfic authors are different from regular authors and/or otherwise social med influencers in one key way - our readers ARE our writing community. They're not end users or clients or patrons, I can't manage reader expectations and write for hits because I am the one in need of management hahaha. So in many ways fuck kudos but only if there's a reader as dedicated as @kattyangel was to seeing whispered secrets finished 😂

[pwippy]

if you subbed yjh to ivan and kdj to till and threw them in a blender of in a study of geometric shapes i think it would kind of work

[theflyingfeeling]

I'm on a relatively bright mood and got a good hair day to top it all so I'm making y'all look at my nice hair and my pastel colour aesthetic 💖

[makesitprecious]

✒️ ɪᴛ's ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs sᴜᴍᴍᴇʀ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ sᴇᴀ ✒️

[ 116 AC ] ↴

Only a handful of years had passed since Rhaenyra had met her, but Larissa appeared a lifetime older. Not aged in a wrinkled or stooped sense, but rather enlightened with hard earned wisdom. She stood straighter (although her posture had always been excellent) and reported to Ser Tywin as Amias' equal, commanding no lack of respect. It was a sense of worth, Rhaenyra realized as she gazed across the room, that shaped the new fashion in which Larissa carried herself.

Rhaenyra couldn't as easily spot a shift in Amias' countenance. She hadn't known him very well before the young couple departed the Keep to fight in the War for the Stepstones. Before the Trinity formed to wreak havoc, Amias had taken a hiatus from captaining in the Valeryn fleet to pick up a second trade. Without interest in politics or knighthoods like his younger brothers, he decided to improve the weapons he and his fellow navy men fought with. Word soon spread through King's Landing of a blacksmith surpassing his apprenticeship faster than any other. Who better to fashion swords than someone who known them his whole life ?

Meanwhile, Larissa was evolving through travel and the experiences court life in the Red Keep imparted. The grieving teenager whom Rhaenyra met in the library years ago was an adult now, molded through battles, adventures and love. The queen-to-be was envious of such evolution; her travels were only for peacekeeping and meeting suitors.

Technically, Larissa and Amias fulfilled their duties as children of noble houses -- marrying in equal rank, creating a new pact between their overruling houses BARATHEON & TULLY.

Curious, Rhaenyra thought, canting her head slightly as she studied the couple. They stood side by side, but their shoulders pressed together. Come to think of it, they were always touching in some way. Fingers entwined while they walked or scuffed boot tips touching as they stood in the courtyard surveying the latest installment of architecture. Were they even aware ? Or was it as thoughtless as breathing to the dearly devoted ?

Rhaenyra pursed her lips to the side and hoped she come to love someone that deeply someday. Sharing her bed for a night or stolen kisses weren't the same as honest love. Only one person held her hand as often as Larissa and Amias. Just one name came to mind as she stacked up the memories of arms linked or knees touching as they shared a blanket spread over grass while reading. But that wasn't love . . . if it was it wouldn't hurt this much. Rhaenyra stood and shook her head to clear Alicent's face from her thoughts as Larissa finally turned to her with a smile and began walking over.

a big shout out and thank you to some outstanding creators for inspiring me to follow my OC heart!! ♡ @samwilsonns, @kingsroad, @zoyazenik, @prosemoireia, @fleetwoodmcs, @stachedocs, @toilandtroubled, @richitozier, @fragilestorm, @elmunson

[moonilit]

Yeah The retconing did it for me, i wanted the ugly emotions with the raging confrontations but Hoyo just keep softening them up, and I can’t with it anymore

[liminalmemories21]

[leomonae]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Baldur's Gate (Video Games) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Relationships: Astarion & Shadowheart (Baldur's Gate), Astarion/Tav (Baldur's Gate), Minthara/Tav (Baldur's Gate) Characters: Minthara (Baldur's Gate) Additional Tags: Featuring Shadowhearts latent alcoholism, co-staring astarion, whumptober day 1, Whumptober 2023, siding with the goblins, well well if it isnt the consequences of (tavs) actions, Alcoholism, oh also lae'zel i guess, she's sure there, Shadowheart POV, he/him tav, Semi-Canon Compliant, Abuse, Cognitive Dissonance, Hurt No Comfort, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, background halsin, background lae'zel Summary:

The shrieking, squealing cacophony of the party drums against her ears as she looks solely at the bottom of her bottle. Twice emptied.

A goblin gave it to her some hours ago, smiling politely with blood on its teeth and rattling a pilfered key-ring, newly christened with knuckle bones and braids of ginger hair.

Maybe if she drinks enough she'll stop hearing it. Stop seeing it.

The smell of the roast reaches her nose, tieflings go good with rum they said.