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When writing fanfiction... there are two beasts that wage war within the writer. *sage nod*
#writing#ao3#writers on tumblr#writers#writers life#writers and poets#writing memes#ao3 writer#writing humor#fanfiction#memes#writing a totally canon Drarry fic but still having BECAUSE I SAID SO moments
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if we ignore the fact that this doesn't fit with canon at all, i like to imagine a scenario where eddie somehow doesn't know who steve āthe hairā harrington is and, through a series of mix-ups, accidentally makes everyone think he has a huge crush on keith from the video store
like imagine a scenario where eddie is still friends with the kids and he's also friends with robin, so he's heard plenty about their friend steve and he just happens to have never met him or even seen him ever. like he's heard the kids gush about steve (leaving out the killing monsters part because that's classified) and robin mentions like āyeah i know steve! i work with him at the video store, you've probably seen him when you've swung byā. but somehow eddie has only come by when keith is working and he thinks āyeah sure, that looks like a guy the kids would be hanging out withā and files that assumption away and doesn't question it.
and maybe they've even talked on the phone like eddie calls robin at the store or at home and she's like āyeah iām just here with steveā (as usual) and they chat about the kids and whatever and so eddie feels like he's got a pretty solid idea in his mind of this guy āsteveā that his friends seem to like so much, and he seems like a nice enough guy even if they don't really have anything in common.
and yeah maybe he does think some of the comments that robin or the kids make are a bit weird, like when he thinks about āsteveā (keith) he's a bit surprised that this guy apparently gets so much attention from the ladies, and eddie doesn't think his hair is anything particularly special. but eddie's not the most conventional looking guy either so who is he to judge! and he appreciates that robin offered to help set them up one time but āsteveā just isn't his type (and she knows his type well enough so he doesn't know why she's so surprised). but still, there's no reason for eddie to think that he might be picturing an entirely different guy.
and then one day he walks past the video store and steve is working and eddie's like, mouth open āhang on who is this??ā and steve makes eye contact with him through the window and smiles or even waves because that's eddie, he knows eddie, they're kind of friends almost. and eddie just panics and books it out of there.
and like a week later he's still not over it and he calls robin (and of course steve is also there) and it's like
eddie: āhey who's that other guy you work with at the video store??ā
robin and steve: āwho, keith? yeah he's the guy who hired us, he's alright, we're not that close thoughā
and eddie's scandalised like: āhow could you go on and on about steve (no offense steve) and somehow neglect to mention you work with maybe the most beautiful man in the world??ā
and steve and robin are like: ākeith????ā
#stranger things#steddie#steve harrington#eddie munson#family video#im no writer so that's about as far as i get#but the comedy potential is so good#like imagine steve being lowkey highkey offended#like wtf robin he thinks keith is hotter than me?? i thought you said i was his type!#if there's already fic out there with this premise please let me know because i want to read it#paxtxt
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obsessed with the new future trio fic that came out yesterday, The Sun Will Rise, by @greasedcowboy so of course i had to run to draw stuff for it. everyone go support it now it has peak characterization for all three sillies and incredibly good banter between them!!
Also made this bc it came to mind while i was reading (and rereading. and reread-)

#pmd2#my art#grovyle#dusknoir#pokemon mystery dungeon#future trio#celebi#futuretrioshipping#pmd eos#pmd fic#i might be a bit obssessed with these three and the polycule but oh well#also had to finish this bc pkghost-pkmn said they were excited for it and i live to serve <333#also the writer said they liked my art style in a comment. so thank you so much too <333
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Opened my copy of Another Note: The Los Angeles BB Murder Cases for the first time in a decade and man, I forgot this is a goldmine of info and Mello characterization. It lets us know what kind of person Mello is almost more than the source material. Every time he's on panel/screen he's always so intense, it's fascinating to see him write and kind of get this feeling of "oh, he is also a normal guy outside of those situations".
He says he had one extensive in-person meeting with L, which is backed up by this other post of mine where I point out that, in the anime at least, Mello references having spoken to L personally. If we take it as canon it means L and Mello met at some point between Kira emerging and L leaving England for Japan.
He expresses a strong sense he might die. I've seen people say that he's "narrating from beyond (heh) the grave" and it's nonsensical, but that's not what's happening here. He's just writing while anticipating his death and writing as if these notes may be discovered posthumously.
He thinks that, in the event he dies, Near is the one who will discover his writings. This is interesting to me because it suggests Mello either knows Near knows his whereabouts, or would figure it out and recover his belongings. I actually think this is outright supported by canon - we see Near eating Mello's chocolate in the manga's epilogue. I don't think he instructed his staff to go out and buy that same chocolate, I think that's straight up Mello's stash.
At some point he started identifying less with the "Mello" alias and calling himself Mihael.
He's so sentimental... ending the prologue simply with "Good memories and nightmares". Bro.
"Imagine you were going to kill someone. What do you think would be the most difficult part? .... The correct answer: killing someone." Damn, I love you Mello lol. Also fascinating when you remember that he achieved his status in the mafia by beheading someone. Yes, he would know how hard it is to kill a person.
Mello states that he and Near belong to the "fourth generation" of Wammy's House kids.
He expresses open sympathy for Beyond and his state, twice... based on his own narration and how he portrays B in the course of the story, he definitely relates to B's emotions.
"Perhaps these gods actually wanted a blood soaked world of betrayal and false accusation. Perhaps the entire episode exists as a lesson to teach us the difference between the Almighty and the shinigami." I can't entirely make sense of this, and I don't want to get ahead of myself, but is "Almighty" capitalized here to definitely refer to the divine? Like, the Christian God but in a bit of a sidestepped, roundabout way? Wish I could see the original Japanese text for this line. If anyone has essays/posts about it, please show me.
And on a meta-textual level, the ambiguity of our role/perspective as the reader of these notes is also interesting. We're probably just an omniscient, unmoored observer being told about this set of notes Mello wrote and his line to the effect of "if it happens to turn into [a book]" is tongue-in-cheek. I know there's a slight, hanging implication that Near did in fact publish his notes, but I think that's unlikely since they contain so much sensitive/classified information.
#death note#mello#mihael keehl#i tried to write in his voice/style ten years ago and that fic is still up but that fic is a failure imo#i could probably do it better now but i don't have a specific story idea worth pursuing#we need more books written by mello's hand since he said he had more stories he wanted to write#get on it O&O hire a writer to make another one go go go chop chop#meta
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Bucktommy local coffee shop AU with a slight twist.
Maddie stops by a small drive through coffee shop every morning while taking Jee to school. She has to drive past Bucks place to get to the school so she always leaves early so they can have coffee together. While sheās driving she calls Buck using her carās Bluetooth and they chat.
This of course means that Tommy, the barista who is there pretty much every morning, becomes very familiar with both Maddie and the disembodied voice of her brother. He gets to hear Buck info dump on his latest research binge. He even pipes up with an opinion on something Buck says every now and then. They know each other by name and have spoke through Maddies car, yet have never actually met.
Until one morning when Maddie and Jee are home sick so Buck decides to bring her coffee. Then he meets Tommy and is like āohā and Tommy is like āohā and there may be a phone number written on Bucks coffee cup with a heart next to it.
#911#bucktommy#fic fodder#this is inspired by my sister calling me while in line at her local drive through coffee shop to get us coffee#I havenāt actually spoken directly to the baristas but I did have one agree with me on something I said soooo#not sure if I want to write it but if a talented fic writer sees this and feels inspired tag me
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saw my fic included in a slideshow on tiktok and got all hype like awh yay my fic !!! and then got all :((( when i saw a comment saying it'd be such a good fic if it was written by (insert person who is not me)
like oh :( okay :( thank you :( well then it wouldn't... be the same fic :(((((((( do you hate me :(((((
#ā¹ļø#ostog i am holding you closely in my palms#but also ā¹ļø#someone asked why and they said a more practiced writer could pull it off#like ā¹ļøā¹ļøā¹ļø he's my first fic ā¹ļøā¹ļøā¹ļø like a pancake ā¹ļøā¹ļøā¹ļø he's gonna be a lil wonky ā¹ļøā¹ļøā¹ļø#how doth one practise if meant to be great already ā¹ļøā¹ļøā¹ļø#<- guy who will get over it in approximately 5 minutes anyway
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*Wade staring at himself in the mirror*
Wade: I'm so pretty.. *obviously doesn't believe it and is trying to convince himself*
*Wade frowns and reaches for his mask*
*Logan walks up behind him and gently grabs the arm reaching for his mask and Wade jumps around three feet in the air*
Wade: Marvel jesus peanut warn a gu-
*Logan reaches around his head with his other hand and puts his hand over Wade's mouth*
*Logan leans his head on Wade's shoulder looking in the mirror too*
Logan: *smiles* You're so pretty, bub.
#deadpool 3#deadpool and wolverine#deadpool#wolverine#poolverine#logan#logan howlett#wade#wade wilson#deadclaws#wolverine x deadpool#deadpool x wolverine#logan howlett x wade wilson#wade wilson x logan howlett#also happy one month plus three days to me making my account all poolverine prompts#ive gained a folloeing in that time and i love you all thank you#and i have a few asks i need to answer my inbox is just so full of spam bots i occasionally forget#working on fics ; the brain worms said ; i see your writers struggle and raise you ; start a new fic rn half way thru another one
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Calm before the storm [Wavering Lies!AU]
After having faced the first half of his sentence, Shadow Milk Cookie reflects on what transpired days prior. Alone with only himself, his confinements, and his thoughts.
This, unfortunately for the beast, is not bound to last for long.
clankā¦clankā¦clank
Absentmindedly, the captive beast would play around with his restraints, letting the chains keeping his wrists close to one another clash together repeatedly.
It had been a few days after his capture, he still recalled everything. The fight, the unfair odds against him, the sheer luck those crumbs had been blessed withā¦and his embarassing defeat.
What happened after? A good chunk of it, he didn't recall. He was down for who knows how long before waking back up in a cell similiar to the one he was currently held in.
The past week? Went by quickly, in all honesty. He remembered his multiple attempts to break out during those council meetings, back when he still had all of his powerā¦
ā¦back when that MAT hadn't convinced everyone to forcefully snatch it away from him.
Now? He had been sentenced to a seal. No, not like that rotten old tree..but somehow just as, if not WORSE that it. Thanks to it, he couldn't accest his power, he couldn't shapeshift NOR summor anything. He couldn't access his other-realm anymoreā¦he just
couldn't
do
ANYTHING.
He HATED it.
The beast would look at his hands, then at his wrists..before violently yanking his whole body forward in frustration.
His magic was like a part of him, something he had since his baking. It felt just as important as lifepowder to a beast, it was part of him. A component now crudely ripped out of his dough.
Without it he felt severely impaired. Soā¦weak. Frail. Defenseless..
He never wanted this, it was the worst kind of dreadfulā¦.
HE HATED IT
He'd yerk forward once more, at full forceā¦but to no avail. To ensure his stay, those rotten pests had put him in chains. CHAINS! Around his legs, his neck, his wristsā¦the last he dreaded he most, considering those restraints served two functions.
That of keeping him here AND prohibiting his access to magic.
He felt like he was some sort of cakehound.
However, before he could thrash a third time in frustration, the beast would be alerted by some chattering outside of his cell door. At this hour? How strangeā¦
The noise seemingly came from two or three cookies conversatingā¦one voice was freakishly familiar.
it was HIM..
"Oh no no, I'd rather be alone this time. Thank you for the offer."
Soon, he'd hear two of the figures leave, signaled by faint footsteps growing farther and farther..
..next, someone would turn the key to his cell door, which would would creak open, bringing with it that dreaded confirmation.
He stiffened, narrowing his eyes at the figure.
That THIEF.
..___________________..
"..Shadow Milk Cookie."
The beast would look up, stiffing his posture at the one before him.
"What do you want?"
He'd bark out, irritated. Pure Vanilla knew the reason why.
"I just wanted to pay you a visit."
The ancient carefully closed the door behind him, snuffing out the noise coming from the outside all over again.
"How are you faring?"
No response.
"..hm, I see."
He'd walk closer, before searching for something inside his cape. Pure Vanilla would then find what he had been looking for after a small struggle, and would pull out something from a small pouch.
The sweet, easily recognizable smell would manage to catch his predecessor's attention. That frown remainedā¦yet his eyes quickly locked on the unexpected "gift".
A small victory for the healer.
"I've brought some jellies with me, would you like any?"
Holding one of his hands out, he'd offer a few to the cookie of deceitā¦He might have been hungry, he figured.
He only recieved a glare.
"ā¦I suppose not."
The healer would retreat his hand, putting back those few jellies in that pouch.
Tension was only rising the more they stayed inside, just the two of them.
Usually, Shadow Milk was notorious for his chatter. It was an aspect Pure Vanilla's been told about many, many times during the week he'd spent imprisoned in the republic. Outside of council meetings the jester's behaviour would have been reported many, many times as well. Mostly by guards venting out their frustrations with him.
Now, the atmosphere was much much different. Both had fallen silent for a good while until the ancient decided to resume their one sided "discussion"
is there an--"
"Shut up."
Though it seemed Shadow Milk wanted to hear none of it.
"ā¦just answer my question, and scram. I don't want to be interrogated by the likes of you."
The beast bared his teeth, his words oozing pure hatred and venom from each and every letter.
With his magic gone, Pure Vanilla figured anyone wold be upset. But this had to be done to ensure everyone was safe. He didn't want to risk the lives of many by letting a beast loose.
He'd sigh, turning to the ground.
"Wellā¦.I was wondering if you'd reconsider my proposal."
No response.
He'd turn to Shadow Milk's face, returning his stare.
"Do you still want to keep this incessant fightingā¦or would you rather settle this once and for all?"
The beast looked at him, then at his souljam, and then back to the ancient. His eyes widening as he'd repeat his words.
"ā¦.once and for all..
youā¦
ā¦YOU!!!--"
After a beat of silence, Shadow Milk sent him glare. And thightly clenched his fists. Shaking in sheer fury, he'd start stomping his feet to the ground, immediately rejecting his successor's offerā¦just like he'd done many times prior.
"HOW DARE YOU!!"
He'd spat, violently yanking the chains holding him in place.
"DO YOU REALLY THINK I'D ACCEPT YOUR PATHETIC TRICKS? YOUā¦YOU TOOK MY EVERYTHING! My other-realm, MY SOULJAM!"
Pure Vanilla frowned, retreating his hand..but not faltering in front of the beast.
Deep down, he doubted Shadow Milk really regretted any of his actions. That was certain. The way he boasted and congratulated himself for his victories, how prideful it made him..deception never really left this cookie, but meaning surely did. This scene before him wasā¦sad, dare he say even pitiful.
However, it wasn't his turn to talk just yet.
That cookie of deceit, depowered and weak, had only paused to catch his breath. In fact, he still had the energy for more crude, unfiltered jabs at his successor.
He grit his teeth, glaring at the ancient in fury.
"And still..you weren't done tormenting me, oh no no no.. You still stole the last bit of freedom I had left! All that was ME ..my POWER, MY STRENGHT!! YOU.. YOU FRAUD!!!"
The sound of his furious yelling and clattering bindings would echo around the room, yet still failed to convey the full extent of the ex-virtue's thrashing. With all of his might, he'd push himself forward twice, as if trying to yank his body right in Pure Vanilla's direction. If he wasn't binded, he'd probably lunge at him.
Pure Vanilla didn't waver, and waited as the beast tried again and again to free himself. To somehow break those chains and get back his seized freedom.
The healer observed as he gradually started to tire out, his wild yanks growing weaker and weakerā¦until he nearly fell over, fatigued. With his head hanging low, that cookie would tremble and pant in exhaustion. The concept of not having that revoked power, the power to break free with little to no difficulty still appeared alien to the beast. Even from an outsider perspective.
"Once I get it backā¦.you'll wish to have crumbled in my spire."
Despite everything, Shadow Milk still kept stubborn. He forced his head up, to look back at the ancient.
"Mark.
My.
WORDS."
Right after that one final threat, he'd collapse to his knees. In silence, he only kept trembling and breathing heavily. Clearly impaired by the lack of remaining energy to yell at his successor.
The ancient's gaze would soften.
"Stop overexerting yourself, Shadow Milk. You're tired. You'll risk hurting yourself that way."
Without hesitance, Pure Vanilla would step towards the restrained beast. The space between the two of them growing smaller.
He'd glance at him, with a glimpse of sympathy in his eyes..before shaking his head to finally speak the truth. His truth.
"I'm not trying to force you into a friendship, Shadow Milk. We still have ourā¦differences. For the time being, I believe it wouldn't work out. We both, for our own reasons, are not yet readyā¦. but-"
He'd look away, facing the entrance to that cell. It felt much, much more distant than when he first enteredā¦but he wouldn't care. He was here for a reason, and that reason was to try and talk. To fully understand what caused Shadow Milk's fall. To fully understand why he was soā¦lost compared to when he'd last seen him.
Just what transpired after he left?
"-- if we could stop thisā¦constant back and forth, even just for a short while then.."
He'd take another step, closing the large gap between them just a little more.
Turning around, Pure Vanilla placed one hand on the bottom of his souljam's brooch. His gaze directed towards the item for a momentā¦before going back to the chained beast.
"ā¦I could show you a better way. I want to show you a better way. A way that doesn't give short-term glee and satisfaction, or a short-lived escapeā¦but true, long-term fulfillment."
He opened his eyes.
"This is why, back in that spire, I've offered you my friendship."
He'd take another step. Determined.
"We don't have to fight forever, we don't have to clash against eachother. War, revengeā¦it doesn't bring true happyness."
The beast didn't respond. He didn't, in fact, even try to look at him. And only kept facing the ground troughout his entire speech. His expression? Unreadable..
..until he'd crack a smile..
"ā¦heā¦ha haā¦. hahahaha.. "
Before Pure Vanilla was able to question him, he'd be interrupted by a burst of laughter.
".. HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!! YOU HYPOCRITE!"
Shadow Milk would lift his head back up, still on his knees, and now with the word amusement plastered on his face. He'd keep giggling uncontrollably, driven to the point of tears by the sheer hilarity of what he'd just heard.
As he'd recollect himself, the jester would manage to wipe a tear with one of his restrained hands. A newfound grin plastered on his face.
"Do you really think anyone would believe you? If revenge brings "nothing but emptiness" ā¦then I wouldn't even BE here! In fact, I wasn't even doing anything wrong!"
Pure Vanilla would narrow his eyes and shake his head. No, he didn't share the same sentiment.
"You've still harmed cookies, and that brings consequences. Even with understanding, those actions aren't justified."
The ancient spoke from his heart..yet the beast didn't seem to care, as per usual.
His smile dropped a little, and he'd glare at the healer.
If anything, all he seemed interested in doing was wearing down his will. And so, he'd make another attempt to do just that.
"Deep down, I know what you are. I can tell how much fear my mere presence instills in you, it is glaringly obvious! I bet you even have.. GASP n-n-n-n-nightmares? Oh you poor, poor thing. Otherwise, why would you sentence me to this?..Justice? Safety? HA! How utterly HILARIOUS."
He'd only keep going, just as his target kept not giving him the reaction he wanted.
"This idea of friendship you have is merely a ploy to get what you want, selfishness masked as selflessnessā¦easy-peasy! Out of everyone, do you really expect me to fall for that? pfft.. HA HA HA HA HA!!
ā¦You truthly are pathetic."
Afterwards, the room would fall in complete and utter silence once more. Both parties stared at eachother, undoubtedly, with no victory or loss. If anything, they'd reached not a conclusion..but rather a stalemate.
Pure Vanilla took the next move.
"ā¦very well then."
Shadow Milk would jerk back, confused.
"what?"
He'd move backwards a bit, giving the weakened beast some space before taking on a more formal demeanor.
"I'm here to tell you something else. Other cookies refused to comeā¦so I've volunteered to do so instead."
He'd move a hand on his mouth, clearing his throat before continuing.
"Tomorrow, you will be allowed outsideā¦that is, without magic and under supervision, to ensure no one is hurt. These are the terms decided by the council."
Having informed that cookie, his duty was done, and Pure Vanilla would turn to start walking back towards the cell door. He'd gently open it, a soft creaking echoing trough the room.
Before leaving, he looked back at Shadow Milk for one last time.
"..if you want to change your mind one day, my offer still stands."
He recieved only a scoff...and a possible warning in response.
"Tch, you're just being delusional."
Of course, he'd expect the beast to still refuse his proposal. It was, arguably, predictableā¦but he woudn't give up just yet.
He gave him one small smile before closing the door behind him.
"..goodnight."
#aaand there we have it! the fic is here!!#cookie run kingdom#pure vanilla cookie#shadow milk cookie#crk au#beetle's art#<- art tag since I suppuse writing would count under there???? eh#it's still a form of art so I'll let that slide#crk fanfic#oneshot#writing#I don't know how to tag this bsbgbebg#I'm not really a fic writer#I barely write these hehgsjjf#and I don't got Ao3 or anything like that#WaveringLies!AU#anyhow tag struggles aside#this is a āprologueā piece#if I could call it that hdhgdhgn#enjoy 11k words folks. I dunno if I'll ever post more stuff like this#I do doodles not writing that's once every 1948284828472774 eons/silly#oh by the by this aint shadowvanilla#the common shared element between all my AUs is that SM and PV usually don't get along well with eachother (Except for two exceptions)#(Said two exceptions are either A: they've got a lighthearted ārivalryā and B: they're colleagues and respect eachother)#still no shadowvanilla in any instance)
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person of interest s1e20 matsya nyaya
that about sums it up
first time watch liveblogging via gifs part 22 of ?
#person of interest#poi#poiedit#poi 1x20#lbpoi#john reese#harold finch#rinch#poi gifs#mygifs#or not! both! whatever! my ridiculous dreams of a polycule!#that said as soon as they got this whole earpiece setup and they were yappin on it constantly it made me think#this must be the perfect setup for fic for one of them to overhear their partner getting off lol#i have not read any fic for them but i expect that there's a bounty of this setup! don't let me down fic writers of the world#i have a bunch of clips i took from ep 19 and 20 but not sure i have the energy to get many of them gif'd. we'll see
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I realize I have to tread carefully here, like, considering
but people who say, wholesale, that every popular fic is generic and tropey and written to the lowest common denominator and people who have loyal readers get them because they spend more time advertising (??) their fic than writing it
you just sound bitter and jealous as hell
#I've seen this sentiment expressed DOZENS of times this isn't just some weird outlier#I've said it before and i'll say it again: quantity isn't quality but it's nice being liked#but also dude. sometimes things are popular because they're good?#and sometimes popular things are bad like there are lots of very popular fics thst i think are garbage#but making grand sweeping statements like that just makes you look bitter I'm sorry#I've also obviously read some very good fic that wasn't popular unfortunately#the two things just arent that highly coordinated#also WHO the fuck is advertising fic#how does one even do that what does that entail#like their are writers in fandoms who's stats are waaaaayyy higher than me and some are masterpieces and some i think are trash#but taking that personally would be crazy#this is your grandma talking
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Just saw this reblogged so I figured Iād update it! (Four more fics after the cut)
Make Me Fret or Make Me Frown by ABubblingCandle (Gen, 2.8K)
Summary: Itās a given in any sport that star players will be targeted within the bend of the rules and Roy had enough sense to know that their formation fell apart without Jamie Tartt. However, he never thought he would see the gentlemanās agreement of decency between players broken in this way. He never thought he would see Jamie Tartt crumple like a puppet with itās strings cut in the middle of the field.
Foreshadow by izzyspussy (calicoy) (Roy/Jamie, 1K)
Summary: Cartrick is too intimidated to tell Rupert no.
in the morning iām bulletproof by walnutmistmate (Gen, 39.6K)
Summary: Jamie is attacked before the final match of the season.
i donāt want to look at anything else now that i saw you by walnutmistmate (Roy/Jamie, 6.3K)
Summary: Jamie is injured during the decoy play.
did anyone ever write the fic where Rupert's scheme to get Cartrick/West Ham to decapacitate Jamie/injury him out of the game is successful? If so please drop me the fic links/recs my hands are wide open šš
#fanfics#ted lasso#jamie tartt#what if rupert mannion had a point#said fic writers#yes three of these are mine#I have a type#whump#George cartrick
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āDoes it hurt?ā
āIām not fucking fragile.ā
āDoesnāt mean I should be rough with you.ā
im losing my mind and its @sunlitlemonade ās fault. this fic is everything to me, ive reread it like three times alskxifjgjfjjtngdgg

#i love themmm i love this fic#iāve said it so many times bro but you are my number one fic writer#not ship#they are brothers#fic: hold me before it gets too cold#dick grayson fanart#jason todd fanart#jason todd#dick grayson#nightwing#red hood#dc#batfam#my artwork#disastertwins9000art
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Your art is like writer catnip lol. Every time I look at your blog you've reblogged someone writing a fic lol
And I happily jump around every single time
#ask ask ask#few things make me happier thatn people getting inspired by my comics#and WRITING fics about it#wow#i reread those all the time#i've said it before and i'll say it again#me posting comics is just me going pspspsps at writers
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How dare you making me a fan of Burningcheese with your beautifuly written fanfics? Now it's the only thing I can think about. What have you done to me?
(English it's not my first language, so i'm very sorry for any grammar mistakes, also I just made my first account of Tumblr, so, yeah)
Everyone is always blaming me for everything smh. I am performing my sacred duty (spreading the BurningCheese gospel), that's all. Is that really so wrong? What crime have I committed? I always have people coming after me, telling me I ruined their lives by making them ship BurningCheese... Bitch I made your life BETTER!!! Stop crying!!! Embrace the ship as God and Devsisters intended!!! Hoes always mad at me for no reason :/
(seriously though, I'm glad you enjoy my fics so much! And I'm happy to introduce another member to the BurningCheese cult haha. Enjoy your stay, because you can't leave! š)
#also your English is lovely! i wouldn't have know it wasn't your first language had you not said anything! you should be proud#believe it or not. English isn't my first language either haha. we're not so different#more fics will be delivered soon. i just need time and to get over my writer's block#... and the impostor syndrome/inferiority complex that's been kicking my ass lately. lol#idk I've been feeling really bad abt my writing lately. i was never my own biggest fan but it's gotten so much worse#i keep comparing myself to others and thinking I'll never measure up to them so I shouldn't even bother at all#I'll find a way around that feeling somehow. nobody worry about it. i have to write that BurningCheese wedding cake fic after all haha#burningcheese#goldenspice#merchant asks
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Whenever I get comments on my fics Iām just like āoh you like my writing? You enjoyed this enough to tell me? How do you feel about a fall wedding? Or spring or summer or winter Iām not picky, whenever you want. I will literally take a bullet for youā
#never mind those people who have referred to me as their favourite creator for a certain genre#like please#what is your dream wedding?#someone once said they get super excited every time they see iāve posted#and now i put like 50% more effort into posting faster#i am making myself write for at least a little bit every day#developed healthy work habits iāve neglected for years because it was too much work#reading more fic so i can get inspiration#etc etc etc#JUST so i can post for this person#because i feel so damn good about the fact that this complete stranger#says they get excited when i post#if you ever wonder how much your comments mean to me or any other fic writers#just know that i will propose if you say nice things about my fics#marauders era#harry potter marauders#maraudersera#the marauders era#the marauders#the marauders fandom#marauders harry potter#marauders fanfiction#the marauders fanfiction#fanfiction#harry potter fanfiction
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Food for thought. Maybe off topic, but I was military. Youāre known by title and last name so often in an environment like that, and I feel that might be similar in a collegiate environment? I find Emmrichās insistence on being called by his first name when joining the Veilguard so endearing.
Like yes, heās Professor Volkarin there at work, at his job. But here comes Rook and the Veilguard and from the start he wants to engage as equals. Not be some outside aide or expert theyāre calling on from the Mourn Watch. Heās a part of this, and desperate for connections outside what heās known as. Heās trapped by the dressings of esteemed professor in his home. Maybe thatās a reason he never found that true love.
Think of the prestige of his position, the rarity of corpse whispering, his distaste for nobles. Itās likely some Nevarrans have tried to use him and his desire for intimacy and romance to advance their own interests. No wonder heās deep in the Shrouded Halls doing work alone. My exceedingly rich uncle would bemoan that he never knew if someone was really his friend, if they really liked him, or if they just wanted his resources and wealth and material he had to offer. He was ruined by desperate loneliness.
Apply that to everything Emmrich has to offer Nevarrans and the Mourn Watch, heās a necromancer on the path to something as rare as lichdom. Are his peers real friends? Can they be real love? Has he had any real connection or was he the gifted orphaned that was taken advantage of young and detached as the reality of his situation settled?
Maybe I need to go over the dialogue more. But youāll note Hezenkoss even calls him Volkarin (and youāll note he calls her Johanna, heās reaching out), and that makes sense, my old military friends still default to my last name. Itās familiar and dropping the title was comfy enough. But when youāre only known by that title and last name? When you never hear your name like itās love?
Sure he joined the Veilguard because of what he has to offer, but on this team everyone is bringing unique and vital skills to the table, heās not alone. And he wants to be just Emmrich. What a breath of fresh air it mustāve been to be truly seen and eventually known. No wonder he can fall so hard so fast for Rook. He finally gets to be Emmrich. Not the Professor.
#emmrich volkarin#dragon age the veilguard#emmrook#dragon age#datv spoilers#veilguard spoilers#datv#emmrich x rook#likely been said before but Iāll say it again because I love this character#kudos to the Veilguard writers for having him stress that at the start#think it reveals plenty on his current situation#ramble ramble ramble this lonely man deserves therapy and love#I aināt giving it lol bring on lichdom#young Volkarin fic where heās trying desperately to navigate the noble world in search of true love#they just want a corpse whisperer#again and again and again until he detaches and makes a skeleton son
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