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Let's have something about Solitude (Malcolm Reed/OC)!
Yes! Absolutely!! I've been planning this story for like three years and started about four times all over again because I wasn't quite satisfied with how it's going.
In contrast to all the other stuff I wrote or write it's actually a story and not Oneshots/ Multishots.
Since I started several times all over again, I didn't really get far. I've finished the first draft of the prologue and the first 47 chapters are planned in keypoints but definetely not written, so I'm just gonna give some general information:
I think what describes this tsory best is the tagg "strangers-to-friends-to-lovers-to-strangers-to-coworkers". A lot of people are not a fan of second chance stories which I totally understand, I usually don't really like it either, but in this case, I just thought it would be fun to write. And I mean, it's my story so I can do what I want.
The protagonist of this story is Eloise 'Lou' Leroy. She is a french woman in her mid-thirties that spend her entire life studying medicine. At first she managed to learn on Vulcan but after an argument with her "guest family" (it's not the correct word, but I can't think of a better one off the spot) she goes to earth to Starfleet Academy. After graduation she participates in several exchanges to broaden her knowledge on Vulcan and Denobula, where she meets Phlox.
After returning to earth she starts working in a research facility to be near her family, however gets recommended to Archer by Phlox and dragged along to the voyage among the stars which would be a lot easier without having to constantly work with her grumpy ex that is responsible for the security of the ship.
And as if wasn't bad enough already, she got constantly some problems with some petty Vulcans, quite aggressive Andorians that are nicer to her than half of Vulcan ever had despite being their hostage twice and her best friend that is working with the Vulcan ambassador and this close to absolutely quitting everything.
It's quite OC-heavy and quite tied to the series however I might change a few things and smaller details. I try to loosen it up so I don't just repeat the episodes and I think it's working okay, but yeah.
That's the basic idea for it. It's nothing grand or new or exciting but I spend so much time thinking about it, it's basically my baby.
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I think this got quite good actually.
Also, in case someone is interested, a snippet from the prologue:
"Stupid arsehole." Lou sipped from her teacup before setting it down on the saucer provided. "You should consider yourself lucky Liv. Do you know how many people would fight to be allowed to work as the Vulcan ambassador's right-hand man?" "Right hand up the arse," Liv growled sullenly and reached for one of the biscuits on her plate. " More like arse on duty. I feel more like his secretary or domestic help. The other day I had to fetch him his tea and I dared to make it one degree too cold, for which he spent ten minutes telling me off in the most emotionless manner!" She sighed. "I was just hoping... I don't know. I kind of imagined Vulcans to be cooler, though."
Lou smiled into her tea and put a hand on her friend's shoulder. "Vulcans aren't so bad, they can even be incredibly kind, even if you don't believe me." "You're right, I don‘t." "However," Lou continued, "you have to get to know them first, really well. And that can take a long time and cost you a lot of nerves, but as someone who has spent a lot of time with them, I can tell you 'it's worth it'."
Liv scowled into her teacup, her brows furrowing with uncertainty. "I don't know if I can do this," she confessed, her voice heavy with doubt. " You'll be fine," Lou encouraged her and leaned back. "You've only been working with Soval for a week and before that you were mostly surrounded by humans, denobulans or other species that show emotions. You have to get used to what it's like when your counterparts are brutally honest and operate solely on logic." Liv seemed about to object, but at that moment Lou's console in the next room beeped, causing her to sigh. "Excuse me for a moment, Liv. Duty is calling.“ Liv grimaced in understanding and redirected her attention to the plate of biscuits in front of her. Meanwhile, in the adjacent room, Lou settled into her chair, ensuring she looked presentable before answering the call from San Francisco. A rather handsome man with a light complexion, neatly groomed brown hair, and a warm smile appeared on her screen. "Are you Doctor Eloise Leroy?" Lou smirked at the pronunciation of her name. It was clear that the man was not familiar with the French language. "That's me. With whom do I have the honour?" He smiled sheepishly and Lou felt the need to smile back. "My name is Captain Jonathan Archer and I'd like to make you an offer."
Hope you're satisfied with this answer, at least a little bit :)
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#dungeon meshi#farcille#falin touden#senshi of izganda#chilchuck tims#izutsumi#laios touden#marcille donato#dungeon meshi spoilers#doodles#mine#do NOT let me take credit for the colours. it was adventure time no. 69's variant cover that found me in the depths of despair#kissed me tenderly and lifted me up. everybody say thank you riibrego#the story behind this is that when i was like 14 browsing pixiv i found fanart of vocaloid dressed as celestial bodies doing a kiss relay#and i never forgot it for one second. so let's all blow a kiss to the sands of time for that as well
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the woman who holds the moon
prints available here. my cover for this month's issue of baffling magazine.
#i can finally share this piece!#this cover was based on a short story called “moon bearer” by celia daniels that features on this issue of the magazine#the character designs are mine#also there's a sale on inprnt again so my prints are cheaper than usual!#illustration#artists on tumblr#illo#lesbian#wlw#sapphic#lesbian art#wlw art#sapphic art#queer art#baffling magazine#blue#moon#night sky#queer fantasy
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The Barbie movie reminded me about how when I was little my parents were upset that I kept making my Barbie dolls kiss, so they bought me a Ken doll. The next day they found me having a funeral for poor Ken in the garden, he had died of tuberculosis. All the Barbies were in attendance and I buried him under our rose bush. The Barbies were too poor to afford a headstone (it was 1875) so I didn’t mark where the grave was and I never could find him again. He’s probably still there.
#barbie movie#barbie#feminism#ken#ken doll#i’m just ken#my writing#true story#ryan gosling#barbie dolls#greta gerwig#margot robbie#oppenheimer#barbenheimer#if you ever find a Ken doll wrapped in toilet paper that’s mine sorry
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Everytime I see posts like this I get filled with such profound sadness
Cause you know who has the same brainrot as you? The same unhinged feelings as you after you've read the fic? The person who always wants to scream about the fic with you?
THE PERSON WHO WROTE IT
I never used to leave comments but since I got into the habit of commenting on everything i enjoy it's been incredible. Especially when the author gets back to me about it and we get to have a discussion of what other ideas they had. One writer replied to my comment with a 5 paragraph essay detailing the Floorplan of the building the characters lived in and it was incredible
Anyways this is all to say that if you find a fic that just makes you want to scream from the rooftops, leave a comment saying that to the author and maybe they will join you and you can scream incoherently together
#i really think people have reached the point where they forget theres a person just like them who wrote the story#and it makes me sad its wonderful talking to authors#also this screenshot isnt mine i found it on twitter skkskfksk#fanfiction#fanfic#ao3#archive of our own
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Reading fetish erotica with absolutely pristine and morally upright consent and neat and tidy safer sex practices is like watching a Fast and Furious movie where they stop at every stop sign and signal for every lane change and always obey the speed limit.
#I do those things in real life#I want to read a story about some fucked up shit going down#Thx mate#post o' mine#writing
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#mine#doctor who#dwedit#david tennant#catherine tate#yasmin finney#karl collins#jacqueline king#bonnie langford#dw spoilers#i would like to just live in this scene forever :'))))#so this means we can MOST DEFINITELY have big finish stories with fourteen and donna now yes?????#i love that mel is part of this too#and please let donna work for unit on camera PLEASE!!!!!#10k
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Nicholas Alexander Chavez & Cooper Koch "Spree" — Monsters: The Lyle and Erik Menendez Story (1.02)
#nicholas alexander chavez#cooper koch#tvedit#menedit#men#guys#netflixedit#monster#monsters: the lyle and erik menendez story#the lyle and erik menendez story#holesrus#homoinitiative#userpedro#gif#mine#*#before i get any comments about the subject matter#i just think the actors are hot lol
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"STANLEY WITH BABY FORD ON THE OTHER HAND" (from tags)
Noodles? What are you planning to do to us? Should I get a dust pan to sweep my heart off the floor now?
It’s goING GOOD NO PROBLEMS HERE NOTHING CAN GO WRONG!!!
#it’s gonna break Fords tiny little baby heart if he finds out#it’ll break mine too oh goodness#I’m procrastinating thinking about that#I think Stan tells Ford made up stories about their adventures and success#my art#ask#twins in time au#Stanford pines#Stanley pines#stan pines#Ford pines#gravity falls
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#it seems like this is a milestone that gets a lot of pressure put on it unnecessarily#but I know mine was weird#and I’ve heard a lot of stories of people crying afterwards#so now I’m curious#tumblr polls#polls#romance#kissing#romance polls#cottagecore-raccoon
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"So essentially what Star Wars to me was, a boy who is stuck at home and dreams of joining a war. And so it's like, let's tell a story of a girl who is stuck in a war and dreams of going home. It was like a mirror." - Gareth Edwards, 2023
#star wars#rogue one#a new hope#jyn erso#luke skywalker#gareth edwards#rogue one: a star wars story#star wars: a new hope#star wars gif#mine
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I really do think that it’s good for the soul to be unironically pretentious about something. Not in a gatekeeping kind of way but in a “yes, it really is that deep and I would love to enthusiastically and passionately explain why” kind of way.
#mine is shakespeare#hamlet#specifically#although i will defend#romeo and juliet#to the ends of the earth#also#the iliad#the odyssey#literature#writing#classics#although it can be so much more than just books#i also think that I would defend the story of kingdom hearts like this as well#probably homestuck too#completely unironically#birdy chirps
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pride and prejudice enjoyers when the main characters make choices based on both their pride and their prejudice
#me when mr. darcy (a very prideful character) complicates the story by acting on his prejudice: HOLY FUCKING SHIT THIS IS WHAT I CAME FOR#mine#pride and prejudice#jane austen#classic literature#literature#books#reading
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58 / 2.2k / shapeshifter familiars 141 tormenting witch reader for Halloween c:
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You hum a song to yourself as you pull herbs from your garden and pile them into the crook of your arm. The sun sets rosy this evening; the sky is clear and the moon will be new.
You turn to go in, brushing off your black skirts with your free hand. But a familiar face darken your doorway. Nobody was there a moment ago. Your serene face falls into a sour frown.
"Soap."
Soap gives you a cocky grin. He hasn't lost that insufferable arrogance. "Evenin', witch."
You approach him with your herbs in tow. "What sad state of affairs brings you to my doorstep?"
"Aw, no warm welcome for your favorite scoundrel?"
"I favor you more as a crow."
"Handsome in all my forms, then."
You stop in front of him. It's clear you're going to have to wait for him to move or else squeeze past him. You plant your feet and wait, squaring your sight with his. "Where are the other two?"
Soap plucks one of the flowering herbs with his fingers to inspect it, then twirls it between his fingers. "About somewhere, likely causing the usual mayhem. They'll be right on my heels."
Your frown deepens. This is the fourth impossible quest you've sent them on. And they keep coming back. "Did you fetch what I asked?"
Soap raises an eyebrow as he moves closer to you, his eyes fixed on yours. He raises the plucked flower to his lips. There's an edge of challenge in his voice as he answers. "We did indeed." He gently sets the flower back on top of the pile. The he pulls out a small vial and dangles it in front of you. "And a little extra somethin' for you."
You reach for the vial only for him to pull it back.
Soap's smirk widens. "Pay up first."
Cold irritation spikes through you. You know just how he'd prefer to be paid. You shoulder past him and into your cottage with a scowl.
Soap, of course, follows you in, saunters through your front door, and kicks it shut behind him. He's not the least bit deterred by your annoyance. In fact, he quite likes it. He runs his fingers along the various bottles and implements on the shelves with idle interest. "Oh, come now. You ought to be glad we're back."
You cast your herbs into a basket near the sink. Then you stand at your scrying table, flensing knife in hand, and carve a niche into your palm. The pain is nothing. Not even when you squeeze your hand into a fist to force more blood out. It drips into the wooden bowl underneath.
Payment is payment.
Soap's breath hitches. He's watching you with keen interest. He likes watching you work, your precise, calculated movements and your confident touch with the knife.
The sight of your fresh blood only makes his smirk wider. He takes a step closer behind you to get a better view. "There are easier ways to pay your dues," he says. His hands come around to rest on the countertop on either side of you. "More pleasurable ways. Other, ah, fluids with which to slake thirst."
"Keep your distance, shapeshifter," you tell him. "Or you get nothing."
Soap rests his chin on your shoulder. The touch is far too familiar. His fingers twitch with anticipation, as if the blood on your hand tempts him forward. He's always been a touch perverse, anyway, about you wounding yourself to feed him. This is all your fault isn't it? Sending them quest after impossible quest. They only demand payment because you insist upon such extremes, naively thinking it will kill them.
"You think you have enough blood for all of us? There's an easier way. Just think," Soap murmurs in your ear. "My lips on your neck. My fingers inside you."
His words sends heat unbidden into your core. Unnaturally so. Immediately, your eyes flash, and an unseen force pushes him away from you.
Soap stumbles backwards from you, his body slamming into the nearby shelf. His shoulders heave, and he breathes heavier. Still smirking, but also looking a little more interested.
You see it in his eyes, what he doesn't say or acknowledge: he likes when you push back. He craves it. He likes to see you assert yourself.
"No need to be so inhospitable." That insufferable grin, cocky and smug again. "Just thought you might want to save your bleeding for more important things."
You ignore this. He takes a seat in your chair, and you resume your work. Another cut. Something brushes at your ankles--something purring and black.
"Gaz."
He purrs, deceptively soft and sweet as he twines around your feet. More blood from your palm hits the bowl. Gaz's nose twitches. He turns his intense cat-gaze upward to watch you from the ground. You ignore it.
Gaz is a more patient man than Soap. He knows exactly what effect Soap's words had on you. He can smell your response on the air, and it entices him. But he knows not to press.
Still, after a stretch of silence watching your blood pool, Gaz grates out a low meow as a bid for your attention. Then he jumps up onto the counter and pushes his kitty face into the blood bowl.
Soap clicks his tongue. "Jealous."
You push Gaz away just as his whiskers start to tremble. "Stop that."
Gaz gives a dissatisfied meow. He sits back on his haunches. With a glare, he licks one of his paws in distaste for your scolding.
You deposit him on the floor. Then you get back to work. Quickly, as you hear the distant call of a screech owl. Gaz saunters away with a languid stretch of his back legs.
The owl's cry echoes again. Louder now. And in reply, a dog outside your window howls.
Your heart thumps. Faster, you bid yourself. You dig your fingertips into the gash in your palm just to draw out thicker clots. Faster. No, there's no time. Casting the flensing knife aside with a clatter, you take the bowl in your uninjured hand and turn, hurrying to stand in the doorway. Two of them inside is enough. You don't want any more in your home. No more. It's all you can do to protect your home from what you brought upon yourself.
The dog howls again. Right outside. Then there's the sound of animal shifting to man, and an enormous shadow darkens your doorway before you can reach it. Ghost. He fills the door frame, towering over you and blocking your path. He's so tall and broad that, deliberate or not, every move feels like a challenge to your authority over him. He's on your side, you remind yourself. His size makes him a formidable ally. And a devastating foe, when he wants to be. He's looking at you like he's contemplating being just that.
He doesn't need to announce why he's here, and he doesn't need to say anything else. He's come for payment just as Soap and Gaz have. He'll take it from you one way or another.
Ghost's expression remains inscrutable. But he burns with an emotion you sense and he carefully hides.
"What's the hurry?" The words are low and gravelly.
You stare up at him as you force your nerves to steady. "Must you transgress into my home?"
Ghost's broad shoulders bunch beneath his tattered cloak. His dark eyes take in the scene before him, the way Gaz and Soap make themselves too comfortable in your home. Then they flicker down to the blood. He doesn't have much patience for these games of push and pull. "You expect us to drink from a bowl? Like swine at a trough?"
You cock your head. "Shall I fetch you all soup spoons?"
Ghost's scowl deepens. "Smartass witch. Be grateful we've been lenient with you."
"Have you?"
It's either amusement or contempt that flashes across Ghost's face. You're not sure which. "Do you need me to demonstrate what it means to not be lenient?" He shifts his weight, his shadow stretching and darkening the room around him. "With your insults and feeble scraps?"
"Payment is payment. Whether or not the blood comes in a bowl shouldn't matter. The source is the same."
He doesn't appreciate mind games. And he definitely doesn't appreciate when you, his witch, are the one playing them. You shouldn't play with him when he's already on edge. "Spoken like a woman who's never known how to starve." He strides closer. The sound of the floor shifts under his weight. He only stops when he's close enough to make you feel like the walls are closing in on you. He reaches forward, and with his forefinger, wipes one of the droplets from the rim of the bowl. He brings it to his lips and licks it off his finger. "The blood doesn't matter."
"The blood doesn't matter?" you echo, doubtful. "That doesn’t seem to be the case."
Ghost's eyes flicker with something. Hunger. "No," he murmurs. "You could fill the bowl with anyone's blood. It's you that makes the difference. You spill it. You offer it. That vulnerability is… personal. Better than blood. Fresh. Warm. A piece of you."
He runs his finger along the edge of the bowl and leaves a wet streak along the rim. He's watching you watch him. "You and your foolish demands. Your workarounds. Blood in a bowl isn't real vulnerability."
He takes a step closer and towers over you. "You think we don't notice how you go out of your way to make it as impersonal as possible? You're meant to give us something we want for our services. You'd be better off bleeding someone else dry and offering that up." He leans in closer and runs his gaze over you with a subtle tilt of his head. "But you would never try that, would you?"
"I told you I won't hurt other people for you. The contract is with me and me only."
Foolish promises. "That doesn't mean you get to cheat us."
You offer the bowl with more force. "Drink."
His annoyance flares. Your stubbornness, your arrogance--qualities that both make you a desirable object of focus and chip away at the shapeshifters' patience.
But they’ll be able to teach you a lesson for it sooner or later.
Ghost reaches forward, grabs your wrist, and raises the bowl to his lips. He looks you dead in the eye as he drinks.
Soap is at his side instantly. His pale eyes fix on the bowl.
You hear Gaz shift from feline to human behind you. He draws up until you feel his body heat.
"Now isn't that much nicer?" Gaz says, his voice just as cocky and insufferable as ever. "Nothing wrong with making it personal once in a while. No need to be so stingy."
You watch Ghost, eyes still locked on you, as he swipes his sleeve across his mouth and hands Soap the bowl without looking.
Soap gulps down two mouthfuls with an orgasmic growl.
Gaz chuckles as he brings it to his lips, drinking until it's empty. Then he lets the wooden bowl clatter to the floor. His mouth twitches up into a lazy smirk.
You pull your wrist free from Ghost’s grasp. "You got what you needed. Give me what you brought me and get out."
"Oh, don't be like that," Soap purrs as he prowls towards you. "You enjoy our company."
"Such poor manners," Gaz says mildly. "Seems we've still got to teach you what your responsibilities are. Price won't like hearing that."
You slow, lowering the bloodied bowl into your washbasin. "Price won't come. It's not time yet."
Ghost scoffs. "Price will do whatever he damn well pleases." He prowls closer as well, the predatory sound in his voice more obvious now, like a beast preparing to sink his teeth in. "And he won't like hearing how his second-favorite witch is a lousy hostess."
"He's not coming," you snap. A tinge of fear crawls up your spine.
"Price comes when he wants," Ghost snarls. "You should remember that before you act so foolish."
You hear the screech owl again. Closer this time. The bowl clangs against the bottom of the basin and dread churns deep in your gut.
"Do you hear that?" Gaz asks softly.
"You drank all the blood," you mutter. "You didn't leave any for him. This is your fault."
Soap smiles, but he’s not meeting your eyes. "We left him plenty."
You're helpless to do anything but watch as the sound of beating wings turns to boots falling on the undergrowth outside your open door.
He stands tall, his form blocking the moonlight and shadowing the already dim room. His dark eyes land on you, and he takes in your blood-stained hand and bloodied bowl with a hard frown. What a mess you've made.
"Witch."
He crosses the room to you and takes your jaw in his rough hand. His gaze drives ice into the blood still roaring hot through your veins.
"We're going to have a chat."
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more Soap / more Gaz / more Ghost / more Price / masterlist
#mine#story#cod x reader#call of duty x reader#tf 141 x reader#simon ghost riley#ghost x reader#simon riley x reader#fem reader#x reader#simon riley#kinktober#johnny soap mactavish#john soap mactavish#monster lover#monster fucker#soap x reader#john price#captain john price#price x reader#halloween#reader insert#monsterfucker#kyle gaz garrick#poly!141#poly 141#gaz#gaz x reader#terato#teratophillia
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Costume appreciation series: Ever After: A Cinderella Story (1998) dir Andy Tennant
Costume Design by Jenny Beavan
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#ever after#ever after a cinderella story#filmedit#perioddramaedit#costumeedit#filmgifs#moviegifs#fyeahmovies#dailyflicks#costumegifs#perioddramasource#userrobin#usersugar#ivashkovadrian#nessa007#userhayf#*#mine: cas#90s#drew barrymore#anjelica huston#literally not enough decent shots for me to choose from#but i had to make it#and i had to include that bonus gif too
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