#thanks for sharing the all the snippets but please for the love of god give us the source link

[justthinkingaboutlouis]

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[impyssadobsessions]

I don't have much time but I wanted to share this with you while I can! I can't draw but I can write and this is the only way I can share this imagery with you!

The world is passing by in a flurry of colors.

Which usually isn’t that unusual for Clark…usually though it’s because his flying of his own accord. Now…now it was because he was hurdling who knows how fast in piece of metal that was more of a mobile armory then an actual RV then it supposedly was.

There were no support handles to hold on to for just a bit of comfort, no, that was replaced by a handle that would pull down and release a fog horn sound.

So all he could do was pull his knees up to steady himself against the front console, using his size to squeeze himself into a cannonball form in hopes he didn’t get dislodged on a particular rough bump.

Then again if he did, maybe he could get propelled forward and through the front and take the engine out on his way.

Wishful thinking…at least he was doing better then Bruce.

Who was currently sprawled out on the floor of the RV looking like a disheveled cat hanging on to whatever and however he could. Maybe it would look more natural in his Batman outfit but at the moment both if them were in civilian wear and seeing the ‘Prince of Gotham’ doing an impression of a deranged starfish just added on more to today’s bizarreness.

Jack Fenton was giving him a large smile as he drove through another wall, “Don’t you guys worry! I’ll get us to our boys! No speed limit or any barrier can stop a Fenton!”

Clark could only let out a groan of despair as a response...

AMG THIS IS LOVELY LMAO!!! Bruce just imitating one of his sons to keep himself from being thrashed around.. or worse... throw up. ahhhh imagine they both slump out of the rv when they arrive, shaking and so grateful to touch the ground. Bruce is definitely calling for a private jet after this and Clark might agree to ride with him just to have a slower ride.

Danny gives them pity pats when he learns... Jon and Damian like how bad could it be. Damian thinking his father been in a space ship and Jon like we fly that fast every- Only for them to be overheard by Jack by their curiosity, so they all end up being drove back by him. Which bruce and clark like OH GOD please- which becomes a little relief when it turns out Jack drives safer with children.... still deranged but one they can handle. Damian still doesn't see what got their fathers so twisted up. Danny knows though and then asks dad how long it took them. "Regrettably 3 hours son. I was hoping it would be two." Damian frowned and done the math then asking if there was a flying feature in the... rv? "AHA! Nope, but I've been trying to convince Mads to let me install one. She said it would cost too much in gas though, and take up room for the ghost scanner." Damian does the math.. then realizes why his father and clark are shaking in the rv.. even by the tiniest of amounts. "That's my dad! :D" Danny grinning. "He's cool." Jon says innocently enough, not realizing the horror of that statement until it takes them over five hours to get home. Jack decided to play it safe and follow SOME speed limits and road signs. Jack is never allowed to drive again next time they hang out. Bruce or Clark always gets the keys =w= or has limo. ahh sorry got inspired. I LOVE this snippet ;w; !!!! <3 Thank you for writing this. <3<3<3

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[welcometololaland]

10 things - 2024/2025 edition

happy new year, everyone! 2024 has been a year of change for me in so many different ways, and i've posted very little fic this year, mostly due to writers' block and time constraints. so, instead of doing the writing round up i thought i'd list 10 things i'm grateful for in 2024 (fandom edition) and 10 things i want to do in 2025 (also, fandom edition). please feel free to make your own if you wish! consider this an open tag 🏷️

2024 - things i'm grateful for (in fandom, in no particular order)

1. my ride or die friends who deal with my self doubt and breakdowns and (being 100% real) paranoia about situations that simply don't exist - @rmd-writes @celeritas2997 , the popcorn squad and others. wouldn't be writing without your support!

2. the writers who have trusted me to beta for them - @heartstringsduet @basilsunrise @rmd-writes i think i'm forgetting some (so sorry if so). michelle, being with you through first aid was such an amazing experience, and i feel so lucky to have seen you develop as a writer!

3. the people who have read my fics and encouraged me including the wip wednesday and seven sentence sunday tags! - i literally would not be anywhere without you. you actually give me life.

4. the friendships i've made on discord with people who just wanna know me for me and share little snippets of their lives - @reyesstrand and @heartstringsduet the little squirrel photos y'all send me are soul soothers for real! @st-elle-ar and @clottedcreamfudge and @lightningboltreader and @birdclowns for the cat pics! @howtosingit for your commentary and spoiler services 💜

5. the grace given to me by @carlos-in-glasses and @actual-sleeping-beauty - you two are so kind and encouraging and tell me all about your knitting projects even when i go missing for weeks on end. thank you for being my friends <3 and i don't even think you guys know you are both my yarn obsessed friends but you ARE.

6. everyone who has trusted me enough to collab with them on projects - the legends on never the same twice, @rmd-writes @strandnreyes. i loved working with you and i hope you had a positive experience! looking forward to more collabs in 2025.

7. the document gremlins, betas and sensitivity readers i've collected this year - @rmd-writes @strandnreyes @lightningboltreader @celeritas2997 @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut ty ty ty ty some of those fics were in danger of being lost forever but we revived them!

8. @she-walked-away for making me laugh with your hilarious posts and olympia2997 who apparently doesn't exist on tumblr but leaves the most unhinged comments of all time on my fics.

9. everyone who has translated my fics or made art or gifs this year! inspired by you and in awe of you! @donghaian @whatsintheboxmh @heartstringsduet @guardian-angle22 i know there are more i'm so sorry if i've not listed you here!!!

10. everyone in the various fandoms i'm in who have created brilliant works in 2024! i am inspired by your work more than you know <3

2025 - things i want to do (in fandom, in no particular order)

1. read more, and read more broadly. expand my horizons a bit. read things that are a touch outside my go-to zones just to test the waters. read stuff by new authors!

2. spend time co-writing because that's actually my favourite thing to do. i have some things in the pipeline with a couple of people which i hope work out!

3. finish. the. damn. fic. (eurotrip). IT'S SO FREAKING CLOSE.

4. spend more time with my 2019-2021 beloveds - alex and henry. write more rwrb fic. engage in the fandom a bit more.

5. finish the ring-in 2.0 within 1 month of the LS finale (weep).

6. take one hand off the wheel with fandom relationships - my therapist tells me i need to stop trying to control how everyone feels about me and instead let people show me the kind of friendship they're interested in maintaining. scary because i think i may lose some people along the way but OH WELL WE BALL.

7. worry less about the engagement! god! i need to stop looking so much! *shakes fist at self*

8. write a little more regularly with less word count expectations.

9. learn how to be okay with smaller comments (from myself). sometimes i feel terrible if i don't write a damn essay but sometimes it stops me from reading which is horrible!

10. be a better fandom contributor than i was in 2024 - i think continuous growth is important and i'm always open to feedback (as long as it's constructive and genuine)! my mission is to always make a positive contribution and to make people feel good about themselves, and if i can even do that for one person in 2025, i think i will achieve this goal.

ty for the 2024 wrapped tags @hippolotamus @rmd-writes @reyesstrand @emsprovisions @nancys-braids @carlos-in-glasses @lemonlyman-dotcom @alrightbuckaroo @strandnreyes @thisbuildinghasfeelings @whatsintheboxmh @heartstringsduet @firenati0n @cha-melodius. you are real ones! consider this a tag back if you would like to do a 2024/2025 10 things edition.

[wildlife4life]

WIP Wednesday

Tagged by @spotsandsocks (who just posted the final chapter of her amazing werewolf fic!) @hippolotamus @tizniz (who has posted several new fics!) @devirnis @exhuastedpigeon @cal-daisies-and-briars @disasterbuckdiaz @wikiangela @theotherbuckley @aroeddiediaz and @diazsdimples (who has also posted a new fic!) Thank you all so much! Super excited for all the new works and the ones in progress!

Let's say it all together now... NFL BUCK! Shorter snippet today, but I'm trying to share less because I feel like I've shared almost the whole fic already (lol I haven't). Previous NFL Buck postings here. Enjoy!

"Okay I am so confused. Can you explain it all again?" Buck asks once Eddie finishes the whole bank robbery/framing debacle. Eddie chuckles and gently tugs at the blond curls beneath his hand, earning a pout from the younger man, "Baby I am not going through all of that again. If you really want to get a better understanding, just talk to Athena. I'm sure she would love to regale you with her side and the investigation." Buck tightens his arms around Eddie's waist, snuggles deeper into his chest, then peers up under his eye lashes, baby blues wide and pleading, "But she doesn't have your beautiful voice seeped with southern annoyance." He gives in immediately (has been since their first meeting) and brushes off the southern annoyance remark (no matter how true), "Fine, but just a basic run down okay? Any other questions get directed to Athena." His boyfriend hums in agreement, eyes sparkling with giddy, and his pout replaced with small, but pleased smile. Eddie quietly laughs, god he loves this man, and cranes his head down. Evan meets him halfway, lifting his own head from Eddie's chest and pressing their lips together in a soft kiss. Eventually, Buck pulls aways first and settles himself once again on Eddie's chest, his head resting on the three dashes and three words inscribed on fireman's pec. Eddie could feel the press of the quarterback's ear over his heart and his smiles broadens, knowing how Evan likes to hear not only Eddie's words, but the vibrations of his voice alongside the beat of his heart. Pressing one last kiss to the top of Buck's head, Eddie settles back against their plush head board, returns his fingers to Buck's curls, and begins the tale of the failed heist for a second time, "So we get this medical call out to a bank..."

Some domestic fluff at the end of the Ocean's 911 arc of this fic. Hope you all enjoyed!

Tagging (no pressure): @lemonzestywrites @malewifediaz @watchyourbuck @lover-of-mine @hoodie-buck @elvensorceress @rogerzsteven @gayedmundodiaz @daffi-990 @giddyupbuck @jesuisici33 @glorious-spoon @bekkachaos @buddierights @try-set-me-on-fire @jeeyuns @rainbow-nerdss @thewolvesof1998 @eddiescowboy @eddiebabygirldiaz @spaceprincessem @athenagranted @evanbegins @911onabc @911-on-abc @ladydorian05 @bigfootsmom @thekristen999 @spagheddiediaz @honestlydarkprincess @doublecheekeddiaz @buck-coded @prosperdemeter2 @transboybuckley @nmcggg @monsterrae1

[tswaney17]

Shadow Puppets

For the amazing @leiaamidala!! I'm your Secret Santa this year, and I hope you love cheesy, Elriel fluff! Thank you for being such an amazing person and a wonderful friend. I wish you a year full of happiness and cheer (and confirmation 😘)!! ❄🎄

This fic is based on the artwork linked here.

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My ao3 account: tswaney17

Please let me know what you think about this update. I love getting your feedback. Constructive criticism is always welcome. 💕

Trigger warnings: minor language. Mostly tooth-rotting fluff

Word Count: 1,136

This fic will be posted on AO3 only. Read here.

Azriel shadow-walked them to the front door of their home from the River Manor. Typically, he preferred to fly. But with Elain two months from giving birth to the twins, and their adopted Illyrian son, flying became too much of a challenge to do so safely. Especially since Kaden was still learning how to properly fly, having not been taught before he was left at the orphanage, nor during his time spent there.

It was something Azriel could relate to more so than anyone else. That fear of flying becomes ingrained into your mind without realizing it until you’re standing on the edge of a cliff with a looming drop before you.

Kaden had tremendously improved since they began their flying lessons, but he still struggled to maintain himself if caught in a wind draft and Azriel preferred not to have his pregnant wife in his arms should he need to save his son.

So, when it was the three of them—soon to be five, gods spare him—he preferred the easier method of transportation. He still couldn’t believe they were going to be a family of five soon. He didn’t know what he did to be blessed with such a beautiful wife and the most perfect children. Lord knows he had done atrocities for the sake of his court. But somehow, through all the darkness surrounding him, Elain saw the light he never knew was shining inside of him.

A soul to match hers.

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[volivolition]

If able, could we get an update on any of your writings? I loved hearing about them (Not forcing, ofc!)

YOU SURE CAN ANON!! again, as with all of these asks, thank you so much for being interested in my work??? i LOVE talking about my silly fics <333

here's a rough timeline of all my fics btw!! i thought it'd be fun to visualize hkgj i'll be talking a little about all the ones i haven't yet talked about!!

Preface, here's all my fic wips as explained before!! and all my writing can be found in my #inland drabbles tag! ask 1, ask 2!

Message to All Bitches: Please Survive - This funny title has been the name for a while, but I think if I had to choose a serious one, it'd be "Should the Stars Go Out" :3 This is my most ambitious project of all my skill wips, I think, due to the medium i intend on telling it in (it is. technically not a fic?? hkjg) this is also my most secretive project hkgj <33 word count(?) is 2908!!

Meet the Parts that Make You - Kim meeting the Skills fic, though it's mostly been abandoned by now hkgj well, not abandoned, i still really love the concept? but I need to get a bunch of these other fics done first (Let's Make It a Home for worldbuilding, Swept Up for character studies) so I can get everything correct, before introducing it all to Kim hkgjg <33 Nevertheless, word count is 5459!

The Sunrise Momentum - Mostly abandoned, but i still froth at the fuckin mouth thinking about it RAUGHHH. HOLY VOWS. waking up, getting out of bed with depression, that part of you that wants you to live, caring about you so so so fucking much. this hypothetical fic hits very close to home <3 i promise i will keep you alive, as long as you're there to wake up every morning. willpower and devotion. volition is kind of everything to me did you know that? hkgjg current word count: 331 <3

Who Are You, If Not... - Esprit De Corps centered fic! i wrote a lot about it in this ask, but basically: hey, if Harry leaves the RCM, what the fuck happens to Esprit? i have some personal feelings about leaving a community that only used you for what you could give them. to keep going back, trying to check on them time and time again, even when they hurt you. it's cathartic to put it in the perspective of this fic, i think :] also i just think the psyche group is fun for discussions hgkjg esprit, my darling community skill!! current word count: 1497

When Two Skills Love Each Other Very Much - again, funny silly title hgkjg but i think its serious name would be, like, Summer Solace or something? brightest day of the year, sunrise parabellum. hypothetical child of volition and echem, she's hope, y'know? small and trying to grow. something to carefully tend to, to keep alive, and in turn she will keep you alive. this fuckin. symbolism raguguhh i love you baby solace you are MY ANGELLLLLLLLL!!!!!! <333

I THINK THIS FIC IS SO SWEET I LOVE THE SKILLS TRYING TO RAISE A KID HGKJG im so.. it's like how Let's Make It Home redux, the skills are kinda dysfunctional, but they've grown and they're getting better too and they're trying to work together towards a common goal, and together they can do it. i think they've gotten a lot better about working together!! and they all care for this kid a lot <333

Here's a snippet because oh my god i am fond of them (not in AO3 ready format though hkjg)

ELECTROCHEMISTRY presses a tentacle to his cheek to prop up the grin on his face - Hey, man, we've never raised a kid before. Give us *some* credit, at least. VOLITION holds Solace to his chest. She sleeps peacefully, starbright face pressed to his armor at his heart - I am. I think -- despite all the mishaps -- we've been covering all our bases surprisingly well. We wouldn't have been able to do this when we woke up in Martinaise, is all I'm saying here. VOLITION looks up and exchanges a fond glance with Electrochemistry - We've... all grown a lot, haven't we?

^ like hey. if you uh. compare that last volition line to the last volition line in the snippet i shared for unstoppable force? where now volition cannot only meet echem's eye, but LET HIMSELF FEEL AFFECTION FOR HIM?? oh my GOD the parallels, the character growth, i WILL PERISH.

i still do think this fic would be better as a comic hkgjg it feels like a good story to cap it off, and if i ever get the rest of these fics done, i'd want to end on it if i could hkjgg <33 LOOK AT THEIR CHARACTER ARCS. LOOK AT THEM FINDING JOY. GIVING THEM A HAPPY ENDING HKJG

that's about it, i think!! thank you for reading!! (and holy fuckin shit if you've read all of these i will. die for you now. i really appreciate anyone who takes the time to read my rambles, i love you hgkjg <33)

[creative-frequency]

WIPs from 2024

It feels like nothing has been normal since covid times, by which I mean its one thing after the other and there is never time to write anymore like I used to :(

The other day I was reading through all the stuff I've never posted anywhere. And boy there is a lot. So I'm doing a bit of inventory and thought I'd at least share some snippets.

Inquisitor!Cal Kestis (Star Wars) x Reader: Party Time

The 4th part of the Inquisitor Cal series. It's missing like two scenes and it haunts me every day.

“Just being with you is soothing… I guess that’s ‘cause you’re not trying to murder me.”

“What if I am?” you ask slyly but your voice wavers in rhythm with Cal’s advances.

He pauses briefly, but quickly continues dragging his lips across your neck.

“Then I’m already dead,” he murmurs right next to your ear and shivers course through you.

→ Part 1 here

Thanatos (Supergiant Games Hades) x Reader: Hades Modern AU

There was a wild period of "let's play Hades for 6hrs a day" last summer, so this modern AU started to form.

“Thank you…” you huff and look up.

Ice slithers down your back. (Probably actually rain water but the freezing effect is the same.)

It’s Thanatos. His eyes widen in evident surprise.

You don’t know which one of you is more shocked to see the other. You should have realised sooner he would also be living in the same building. That would have given you at least the edge of mental preparation for this particular instance.

Though, no amount of mental preparation could have prepared you for the sight of him in casual clothes. The god of death is wearing a short leather jacket on top of a grey turtleneck and jeans. Your mouth hangs open.

“Oh, hello, uh, Lord Th-Thanatos,” you fumble to form coherent words and struggle to keep the shopping bags from falling.

“Do you need a hand?” he forgoes the platitudes, though you see his brows furrow at the title.

“Please. My arms are killing me,” you say and grimace. May the god of death take you, indeed. If you could be less obvious, that would be great. “Figure of speech… sorry.”

Thanatos gives you a look of silent judgement and holds out a hand to help with your burdens. Grateful and biting your tongue to keep more frogs from hopping out, you offer him the bag filled with cleaning products and home textiles.

Poe Dameron (Star Wars) x Reader: Hotline Combo

I swear this has been sitting in the drafts for like 5 years. One day. Set around the Resistance animated series.

“Well, you won’t like it,” you say and let out a short laugh. Kaz shoots a dubious look at you. “I’m here to take you home.”

It’s almost cozy arguing with your younger brother again. It’s not a yelling competition you’re having but an endless circle of animated, pointless arguments and a lot of waving hands. It’s a family trait.

Just before the fourth round starts, the door to Yeager’s office suddenly opens. You don’t know the man who steps inside but your initial thought is damn you’d like to.

Kaz’s face lights up. “Poe?! What’re you doing here?” It’s difficult to say if he or the ball droid is happier to see the guy.

Diluc Ragnvindr (Genshin Impact) x Reader: Wine, Grapes and Fire

I'm ashamed to say that this is like 8.5k long and almost done with a clear plot etc. I just never had the inspiration to actually finish it. Maybe when Mihoyo gives Diluc some love..... Basically you take on a part-time job at Diluc's bar and accidents happen that lead you to discover his secret identity. Diluc is not happy.

Just when you’re ready to start pleading for help, Diluc walks in as if nothing happened and joins you behind the counter.

“How are we doing today?” he asks suspiciously casually. If you didn’t know better, you’d think he was behaving apologetic.

“Three Laughter and Cheers to the lady in blue dress and Barbato’s Boon to the gent in green hat,” you say curtly and move past Diluc to gather empty glasses from tables.

You’re almost impressed how quickly Diluc mixes the drinks for the waiting customers and the line by the counter disappears.

“Can we talk now?” he asks half-aloud as you get back.

“Sorry, that’s not on the menu,” you reply with your best customer-service-oriented tone.

He frowns and folds his arms over his chest. The usual black coat lies discarded at the back of the bar again and his biceps are super distracting.

Alhaitham (Genshin Impact) x Reader: How to Distinguish Dreams from Reality: A Study by the Acting Grand Sage

Sumeru lore is so interesting but such a pain. You're Tighnari's cousin and studied together with Alhaitham. When he takes on the job of the acting grand sage, he needs someone to assist him. He totally has no ulterior motives.

“According to this, all extra tasks and their conditions will be agreed to by word of mouth?” you ask. Talk about being lazy in drafting the paper. This sort of thing would not pass in Liyue.

“It’ll keep our options open.” Alhaitham shrugs. “It’s as much for your benefit as it is for mine.”

He is correct, of course, but you don't feel great about agreeing to something without knowing what the “extra” in the job actually entails. You chew your lip, thinking of adding clauses to curb some of the most… colourful work scenarios that could come to pass.

“And this is valid until you return to your work as the Scribe?” you ask slowly. A fixed-term employment and afterwards you will be able to return to your own research.

“In the minimum, yes. There is a high possibility I'll still require an assistant for a time before all matters are settled.”

“I see.” You take refuge from Alhaitham’s stare by reading the contract again.

“Look, with Lesser Lord Kusanali back and several missing Sages, it’s impossible to know what the situation will be even next week in the Akademiya. I trust that we’ll be able to settle any issues that arise within the work matrix,” Alhaitham says confidently.

He sees you still hesitating and you notice an almost imperceptible half-smile on his face. “You won’t have to agree to anything I ask of you outside the regular Scribes tasks,” he says in an overly neutral tone.

“I know,” you reply quickly, biting your lip and still skimming through the short text on the contract. Your free hand automatically moves to pacify your tail from lashing back and forth. Alhaitham’s gaze follows the motion and he clears his throat.

“Ready to sign?” he asks.

Connor | RK800 (Detroit: Become Human) x Reader: Pillow Forts and Chicken Noodle Soup

Human Connor AU, from childhood friends to lovers. Circumstances force you to move in with him and that's good cause there is a lot of flu going around.

“I won,” you declare breathlessly.

Connor snorts. “You literally fell to the floor.”

“Well, I don’t wanna sleep in your bed. God knows what… you’ve…” No, don’t think about him like that. It’s just Connor.

He arches a brow in question, but you stop talking and clear your throat.

“I’m on the couch,” you repeat.

Connor draws in a sigh that doesn’t quite reach the intended exasperation.

“Fine, then. But we could always make a fort and sleep there,” he says in a tone that’s filled with amusement, but there is something else too. Maybe a hint of hopefulness?

As kids, you often used to build pillow forts. Damn, you used to stay nights at each other’s place every week. No wonder everyone asked you if you will marry him when you grow up. The memories warm your cheeks and you smile at Connor.

“Maybe not tonight, but I’ll hold you onto that.”

“You better,” he says and paces off to find sheets for you.

[medusapelagia]

WIP Wednesday

I was tagged by the lovely @katyawriteswhump! Thank you!

This is a snippet from my Stranger Things Big Bang fic!

Tw: omegaverse, violence

“He gave me no fucking money!” The Captain tries to deny it again, but a kick in his knees and a punch in his stomach makes him fall to his knees.

“Let’s try it one more time, ok? You know, I could easily kill you and find the money on my own, but it would take more time and you would be dead. So what’s your choice? Are you going to give me your money willingly or will I have to search for it and set your ship on fire with all your crew?” Billy asks.

“Don’t kill us! Please don’t kill us!” One of the sailors begs, falling onto his knees, “There is a little box in the Captain’s cabin with all his gold. He didn’t pay with money, he paid with jewels.” he yells and Billy and Eddie share a look.

“Thank you, I’m sure you won’t mind showing my friend Eddie exactly where the jewels are, right?”

The sailor shakes his head and Eddie releases Steve and grabs the other sailor, “Don’t try to fuck with me, sweetheart, or my face will be the last thing you’ll ever see.” Eddie threatens him while they get inside the Captain's cabin to search for the Captain's secret stash.

“So, jewels. That’s unusual. Did you steal them?” Billy asks, pinning with his blue eyes the boy with the fancy clothes.

“Why do you care? Are you going to call the authorities?” He mocks him and Billy sucks air between his teeth, amused.

“Well, if you robbed someone and gave all your jewels to the Captain to pay for your journey you’re either really stupid or you were thinking about killing him and getting your jewels back. And I must admit that I can’t really see you defeat a ship full of experienced seamen.” Billy smiles like a cat who is toying with a mouse “Or… you have more jewels on you. Jewels that you didn’t give to the Captain because you’re a smart boy, but that you’ll give to me for the very same reason.”

“No one said anything about me being smart.” Steve bickers back and Billy guffaws.

“I like your attitude. Someone waiting for you in London? A family? A lover?”

The boy scoffs, brushing his hair with his fingers “God, no. No fucking family or lover or anything at all.”

Billy lifts an eyebrow, staring at the boy, “Then why did you leave? You are in good health, you seem to have money and you didn’t get in trouble with some pretty omega, or so you say, so please, explain it to me: why are you on a ship trying to leave the continent?”

“Maybe I just wanted to live new adventures. Have you ever had the desire to leave your life? Or you were born a pirate? Huh?”

No pressure tags: @lingeringmirth, @lorifragolina, @kallisto-k, @mothellie

[roryonic]

DVD Commentary: Battleships and Love Boats

Another for the vault @shamelessdvdcommentary :)

Idk who requested me, but thank you a whole lot <3 it's nice to be thought of. Since I don't know which story anon would like to know about, I thought I'd pick the biggest and baddest hahah

Give us some stats - (when you wrote it, word count, how long it took to finish, is it a one-shot/multi-chapter, etc)

Published June 24th, 2023 (same day I finished In Another World). Wrote and posted one chapter (ish) every day. Finished it about 2 months later.

Chapters? 106

Word count? 238,315

What was the initial inspiration for your story?

Smut.

No, really.

I vaguely dabbled with smut in In Another World, so I wanted to truly try my hand at it in a story that was meant to have it. I also knew I wanted to write a story where they were a bit younger because I like all the angsty drama hahah

If the story is written from a character’s POV, why did you choose this character?

I almost always write in dual POV. To me, it makes sense because both Ian and Mickey have an equal say about their relationship. It's also such a nice break to be able to jump into one's head when I so please.

What was your favourite scene to write?

Chapter 51 - Boyfriend.

I loooove the casual (semi) PDA and the calm of them both when they're finally together. Details and absentminded touches are my cryptonite, so I adore how they act in that chapter as they're looking at cars. They're dialogue is also adorable (if I may say so myself lol)

How did you come up with the title?

Titles are the first thing I come up with when I'm writing a story and more or less build everything off of that vibe. I think I heard or read Battleships and Love Boats somewhere, but I can't remember where, and it just stuck.

Fitting, though, I think. Both love and calm, but also battles and uncertainty.

Was there anything you struggled to write? If so, how did you overcome this?

Smut hahah

It's time to face the facts that I will never be an excellent smut writer and I am fine with that. I cringe too much of myself to write too explicitly. Too innocent for this.

Favourite line in the story?

“Jesus Chr—fuck,” Ian spoke breathlessly and dropped his head back a bit too far, consequently banging it against the wall.

The one that started it all hahah

Did the storyline change in any way as you wrote the story?

Oh my god, if it did.

Let's just say that the story you start reading is not the story you end with. But, again, I don't map out my stories if I can help it.

What are you most proud about in the story? (plot, characterisation, dialogue, twist/cliffhanger, etc)

Dialogue.

I think I had their voices etched into my brain stem at that point. If I can't hear the characters say their lines, I don't write it.

Reading back the story now, is there anything you’d change or add?

I wish I had gotten Mickey his car. Sorry, Mick.

If you’ve chosen your most popular story, are you surprised by the popularity?

Very much surprised.

After I wrote In Another World, which became quite successful, I didn't think I could replicate anything like the warm reception that it got.

I was wrong.

Battleship, you exceeded all expectations.

Did you have a beta or a friend who helped you as you wrote?

Alexa! Play "All by myself" - Celine Dion!

Ask your followers to pick a snippet (no more than 500 words) and share your thoughts about it.

[lightningboltreader]

WIP Today

I have more to share in the only one bed but two pining exes fic, please forgive my tardiness. @taralaurel made me a cute header and everything! 💕

TK frowns and looks around again. The scratchy pillow case against his cheek smells like bleach and the faux wood shelf at eye level is definitely not his. He rolls onto his back, elbow brushing the soft skin of someone else. “What the -” he starts, before it all comes flooding back. Fuck.

“It wasn’t a nightmare, we’re sleeping together.” The voice is quiet but clear, matter of fact even. Has he even slept?

“Carlos,” TK groans uncharitably. He is so not in the mood for this again. “I don’t know what you want me to do, I offered to–”

“And I told you no, Ty. That’s enough.”

TK holds his breath as his blood rushes south at the nickname and that tone from that voice. He squeezes his eyes shut and rolls back over onto his side, away from his ex.

Except Carlos had the same idea.

And the hotel bed isn’t big enough for two grown men to readjust simultaneously.

He yelps as Carlos’ asscheeks rub over his, two thin pairs of boxers the only barrier between them. Before he can do something stupid, TK grips the edge of the mattress and drags himself to the very edge.

“God TK, I’m sorry,” Carlos says to the opposite wall. “Did I hurt you?”

“Of course not. I’m not a damn flower.”

“Ok. Well, goodnight TK.”

His hips jiggle slightly as Carlos settles and he wills his body to stop reacting to this man. Do not cry, do not cry. Don’t you dare cry. It’s ridiculous. TK doesn’t need anyone to wish him goodnight anymore. It shouldn’t matter that no one does.

He gives into the exhaustion that comes with pent up intense emotions and succumbs to sleep.

When his alarm goes off four hours later, he knows Carlos isn’t there.

(tags below the cut)

Thank you endlessly @paperstorm @heartstringsduet @carlos-in-glasses @strandnreyes @catanisspicy @bonheur-cafe @taralaurel @sanjuwrites @welcometololaland and @mikibwrites for the tags. yesterday. I LOVED reading your snippets, I am so jazzed by this fandom of talented writers and I’ll cry if I think about how lovely all of you are to think of me.

Lastly, I add a happy shout to @lemonlyman-dotcom with whom I also had a gay old time discussing the perils of American vs British English in a professional capacity until the bottom fell out.

edit: @rmd-writes, that was unfairly misleading, please accept my apology and edit post-haste.

[dreaming-marchling]

🐌 & 💥!

What is one of your smallest writing goals?

While I would absolutely love to finish Hybrid II this year, I am realistic. I'm trying to manifest it, lol, but it's long and I'm generally slow. So I suppose my smallest goal is just to get to the next roadblock. I'm wiggling myself out of one right now and if I can get to a place where it flows easily for awhile before I get hit with a block again then I'll feel I've actually gotten something done on it

Is there a chapter, scene, or WIP you’re most excited to write? Share a snippet or tell us about it!

I'm working on a big rescue story for 911 and I'm finally at all the hurt/comfort glory and my brain stalled out (too excited perhaps, lol). I want to really be into it so I paused for a bit but when the mood is right I want to attack that scene so hard.

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So him barking at them to shut up was a surprise.

“Shut up!”

Even Preston looked a little taken aback. Chim sent a wide-eyed look to Bobby.

Instantly Bardhi was shooting back a challenge, “Say that again, Kinard?”

“Someone is keying their radio.”

Bobby hadn’t even been paying attention. He hadn’t heard a thing. The wind had the radios staticky and Tommy had left his on for so long while he was rescuing Eddie…

Everyone, even Bardhi, instantly went silent. They waited

Nothing happened.

Bobby wasn’t giving up though. “Buck? Buck, if you can hear us please hit your radio again.”

His wife’s hand went around his arm, squeezing tight while they waited to hear whatever Tommy had heard again.

Dear God, please…

Bobby had sent up so many prayers today.

“Come on, kid, please try. We’re waiting on you.” He tried again.

The radio crackled to life, even worse static filling the small tent.

“Hurts…”

Thank you!!

[wildlife4life]

Fuck-It Friday

Tagged by @fortheloveofbuddie @exhuastedpigeon @rogerzsteven @disasterbuckdiaz @tizniz @daffi-990 @diazsdimples @lemonzestywrites @wikiangela @evanbegins @buck-coded @devirnis @glorious-spoon @thekristen999 and @theotherbuckley Thank you all so much! Excited for all your upcoming works!

Seeing a lot of Fuck's in fuck-it Fridays today, so I'm joining. Here is a somewhat spicy snippet from NFL Buck, which is a continuation from this post I shared a long while back. Hope you all enjoy! (Everything NFL Buck)

Eddie tosses his phone away, uncaring of where it lands and more concerned with Buck's hand stripping his cock. Apparently his conversation with Chimney had him flagging a bit and Buck saw the need to remedy that real quick. Thank god the surprise phone call did not have the same affect on Evan. His cock had stayed pressed deep in Eddie's ass and is still hard as rock. The edging pleasure begins to build once again with each stroke of Buck's hand and the rocking of his hips making his cock brush Eddie's prostate periodically. "Still need an answer Eds." Buck murmurs in his ear, mouthing the delicate skin before leaning away. Eddie whines and pants, squirming in Buck's lap. He had the perfect answer earlier, one that would very much please his torturous boyfriend and allow Eddie to finally tip over into the throws of orgasmic ecstasy. He is going to murder Chimney next shift. That lost edge is in reach and Eddie does his damndest to lift his hips to try and fuck himself on Buck's cock at a pace and physicality he so desperately needed. He doesn't even get an inch upwards. The hand jerking Eddie off disappears and joins the free hand that had been resting his thigh, to clutch Eddie's waist and hold his ass tight to Buck's pelvis. Eddie cries out at the loss of not only the grip on his dick, but also the orgasm that was just at his finger tips. All of Evan's movements come to a stop and Eddie can't hold back his frustrated shout, "Buck please!" "Two high safeties. Five man rush. What should I call?" Buck growls deepening his grasp. Somehow, in recess of Eddie's pleasure soaked mind, an answer springs forwards. "Four verticals out of 2 by 2!" He sobs. The hand on his right hip releases, and Eddie barely hears the scratch of Buck writing the play note in his binder. "Perfect. You're so damn smart baby." Buck purrs and Eddie can't help the shiver of warmth at the praise. He loves knowing when he's been helpful for his boyfriend. Buck turns off the film before giving his full attention the trembling mess that is Eddie. "So... my hand or my cock as your reward?"

Hehehehe. A stressed Buck can be a bit... teasing.

Tagging (no pressure): @hippolotamus @spotsandsocks @cal-daisies-and-briars @aroeddiediaz @malewifediaz @watchyourbuck @lover-of-mine @hoodie-buck @elvensorceress @gayedmundodiaz @giddyupbuck @jesuisici33 @jeeyuns @bekkachaos @buddierights @try-set-me-on-fire @rainbow-nerdss @thewolvesof1998 @eddiescowboy @eddiebabygirldiaz @spaceprincessem @athenagranted @911onabc @911-on-abc @ladydorian05 @bigfootsmom @spagheddiediaz @honestlydarkprincess @doublecheekeddiaz @prosperdemeter2 @transboybuckley @nmcggg @monsterrae1

[musicrunsthroughmysoul]

(A wild unfinished snippet appeared!)

Joan stood up briefly to grab a slim, black leather wallet out of her left back pocket. Sitting back down, she folded open the wallet and flipped through several attached plastic sleeves, then slipped a photo out of one of the sleeves and handed it to West, smiling down at it as she offered it to him to look at. West took it wordlessly and looked at it thoughtfully.

The small, wallet-sized photo was of two women standing, angled slightly toward each other. Joan stood on the left, her black hair straightened to dust her shoulders, wearing a silver, shimmery suit. To her right stood a white woman with shoulder-length auburn hair that was straight except for the turned-out curl to her long bangs, wearing a white suit jacket and black trousers. They smiled at the camera despite their body language expressing their desire to look at each other instead; from beyond the photo, West felt as though moments after the picture was taken, they probably did finally smile at each other, looking equally as happy with each other.

“That’s Maggie. The day of our ‘wedding’ - as though you couldn’t tell,” Joan explained somewhat shyly.

West smiled. “She’s lovely.” He began to hand it back to Joan, his gaze still fixed to it as he added, “You both look beautiful.”

“Oooh. You’re sweet. Thank you,” Joan replied bashfully as she accepted the photo back, though she was obviously pleased.

-💌-

As they were about to leave the studio, West stopped Joan, hesitating heavily. From out of the depths of his bravery, he said, “I know you’re corresponding with Eric separately, and I know this will probably be a boundary I’m crossing with him and I will take responsibility for it, but for right now, I want to be brave and share this with you because you shared yours with me.”

Then, he grabbed his brown leather wallet out of his right back pocket. Unfolding it, from one of the pockets within, he withdrew a wallet-sized photo that was soft at the edges and slowly handed it, between his index and middle finger, to Joan. She looked at him somewhat in surprise at first, then took it gently and held it securely between her hands.

Immediately, she let out a soft “Oh!” as her eyes fixed on the Black man standing beside West. “Oh! Oh…”

She smiled wide as her gaze roamed over the photo, lingering on Eric. She made a pleased, almost emotional scoffing noise. “Such a precious photo.”

West smiled bashfully, his gaze turning to the floor.

“I can tell that the people in this are...two beautiful souls.”

West slowly looked up to make eye contact with her, speechless. Joan smiled a gently coy smile, then handed it back to him.

“Eh, thank you,” West said as he took it back and returned the beloved photo to his wallet. “That’s so kind of you.”

“No…” Joan replied humbly. “I’m just stating what I see in the photograph, is all. Thank you for sharing it with me.”

West smiled a smile that, with his gaze tilted down modestly, crinkled the skin around his eyes. Finally, he felt good ‘coming out’ to a fellow musician who wasn’t his best mate or one of his bandmates.

-💌-

Once he boarded the train and found a quiet-looking compartment, he sat down with a heavy sigh and took out his phone from his front right pocket. Unlocking it, he opened his text messaging app, chose his conversation with Eric, and began to scroll through the deluge of his partner’s excited questions.

Eric: Did you ask about her partner?!?!

Eric: Or did she mention her partner?

Eric: I guess asking would be pretty rude, but god, I’d do it.

This question, one of the first that Eric sent a couple of hours ago, caught his eye, and he chose to respond to that first.

West: She showed me a picture of them on their wedding day.

Eric’s reply came in less than a minute later.

Eric: OMG!

Eric: TELL ME EVERYTHING

Eric: PLEASE

Eric: IS SHE WHITE?

West chuckled.

West: Give me a mo

He searched through his app store for a simple drawing app, found a free one, and downloaded it. It took a few minutes to download, but once he opened it, he chose the pen function and black ink, and began to draw.

He may have been a musician, but that didn't mean that his talents extended to traditional art. He was a pretty shoddy artist, in fact.

After about 20 minutes, he saved the drawing file, and, giving it one last appraisal before giggling quietly to himself over how terrible it looked (let alone how badly it matched the photo in his mind), he sent it to Eric.

West: You know I’m no artist, but that’s about what she looked like.

Eric: 🤣

Eric: LMAO

West laughed, but he couldn't help but feel the sting of dismissal; the lack of reassurance that his drawing wasn't as horrible as it looked would have been nice, and he would have preferred it. But Eric didn't like wasting his time on pleasantries, and West knew this very well about him by this time.

Eric: You didn't even fucking add color, you wanker!

Eric: Is she white?!?!

West sighed.

West: I’ll tell you when I get home. I will tell you one thing, though: she’s pretty, in an old-fashioned sort of way.

Eric replied a couple of minutes later.

Eric: Old fashioned? Honey, I’ve no idea what you mean by that. Please elaborate.

When West didn't reply, Eric texted back a few minutes later.

Eric: Like Victorian era pretty?! Bubonic plague pretty? Tudor period pretty? I’m serious, what in the hell does that mean

West chuckled at ‘bubonic plague pretty,’ but had already resolved to only answer Eric’s questions once he got home – then, of course, he would try to answer them all the best he could.

[miraakulous-cloud-district]

Snippets someday

Thank you for the tags @dirty-bosmer (you had an amazing idea with this tag game!), @mareenavee, @blossom-adventures, you guys are the best <3 <3 This tag game is amazing, and while it was hard to pick favourites, I had so much fun, and looking back on my first chapters, I love to see the similarities, but also the differences. ‘Wherever you go, there you are’ is such a fulfilling and fun journey for me! Starting to write and post fanfic was the best decision ever, because not only did it boost my confidence and made me develop my own writing style, but it also lead me to meet some amazing people along the way. Just know that I appreciate every single one of you who reads my work/leaves kudos and comments/tags me in tag games/or interacts with my posts! I love this little community to pieces! But enough sappy ramblings, let’s get to the rules!

Rules:

Revisit an old fic (or earlier chapters of your current WIP) and share a snip from: 

 * Your first chapter 

 * Your favorite chapter 

* Your most challenging chapter 

 Alternatively, if you don't write longfic, feel free to share your one-shots. Provide as much or as little commentary as you want.

The snippets under the cut are from my longfic, WYGTYA

*Snippet from my first chapter! These are from chapter two, because chapter one is just a prologue to put readers into context with where the story starts :)

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“I think I’d make a good bartender.” Inigo says, finally turning to them from the treasure chest, wearing a cravat and a monocle. Making exaggerated gestures with a golden goblet, decorated with small emeralds and putting on his most fancy accent, “May I take your order, my lord?”

“Ah, yes. Give me some of your most exquisite wine. I am, after all, a mer with expensive taste.” Rumarin responds in the same fashion while Ravonna and Lucien are laughing so hard the boat’s shaking.

“Very well, My lord. Coming right up!” and, to everyone’s surprise, he actually finds a bottle of Gods-know-what and opens it.

“Wait, did you get that out of the chest?” Ravonna asks with a mixture of amazement and concern.

“Yes, my lady. Do not worry. It is very exquisite indeed!”

“We’ll see about that. I’m a wine expert, after all.”

“Rumarin, are you sure that’s drinkable? It’s been there for hundreds of years at least!”

“You know, Lucien, I have a philosophy in life. A few, actually. One, wine would never hurt me. Two, always try to drink something that resembles wine, but you have to smell it first. And three… cheers, mate!” and he quickly downs the so-called wine, much to Lucien’s horror.

“Did he just do that? Did you just do that?”

“I did.” He grins.

“Well how is it?” Ravonna asks.

“It’s… exquisite.”

“I wanna try that!”

“Me too!” Inigo says, already looking for more fancy goblets.

“Guys I don’t think we should – ”

“Luci, the dremora pirate says everything’s fine to use. I guess this includes the wine. Now give me that bottle!” Ravonna grabs the bottle taking a careful sip. “By the Gods!”

“Well I’m not going to drink it, just in case y’all get poisoned and need someone to save the day.”

“Uuh, guys?”

“It’s fine, really. I know a thing or two about brewing. The older the wine, the better, and the more expensive, I tell you. My father had this wine back at the tavern, almost two hundred years old! I used to sneak in and take a few sips.” Ravonna laughs.

“Guys?”

“You know what? You’re right. And it’s definitely wine. I know wine when I tase it, or smell it, believe me. And I’ve got another philosophy for you, Lucien.”

“Guys?!?”

“What?” they all turn to Inigo, in unison.

“Please tell me I’m not the only one seeing masked people all dressed the same waiting for us at shore.”

“Shit, you’re right.”

Fun fact, this first chapter is one of m absolute favourites. I still remember the sheer amounts of excitement I felt while writing it! 

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*For the favourite chapter, I chose chapter 9, because the Skaal Village party, as well as all the metaphor of rebirth and the bonding that took place between the characters is so near and dear to my heart <3. Chapter 10 was a very close second, though! 

“I’m sorry.” She barely says between giggles. “It’s just so funny to me how life works.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, some nights ago, we were killing each other, and now we’re almost fighting over who is supposed to be apologizing. How did we get here?!”

He laughs along with her, feeling lightheaded from the alcohol. “I have no idea. I'd call it a pleasant surprise.”

“Well then, let’s make most of it! I need another one of those magical shots, and they are a lot more fun to drink with somebody.” She says, getting up and offering her hand.

“There’s magic involved?” He says, taking her hand and trying to get up, but she lets go of his hand, falling on the snow. She was laughing again and she almost dragged him with her.

“Oh, Gods!” she gets up and shakes the dirt and snow off her robes. “I thought a man as well-read as you would be able to spot a figure of speech. I didn’t mean actual magic!”

“Oh, give me a break, vahdin (woman)! It’s been a long night and I haven’t had a drink in five millennia!”

“Whatever. Your fancy dragon words don’t make up for it!” She looks directly in his eyes. They’re close to each other. Just like in Apocrypha when she got up and in his face. The pose so similar, yet so different. Like looking in a mirror and seeing the complete opposite.

“Hi los ful brit. (You are so beautiful)”

“Shut up, s’wit.” She says, not understanding a word from his dovahzul, but her face doesn’t indicate any trace of anger.

“I know what that means.”

“You know everything, don’t you.”

He thinks for a moment. “Not everything, no. I’ve read books, yes, but I don’t know much about you.”

“Okay, alright. Here’s a fun fact about me: I really want to go take that shot.”

“Fiiiiiiine.” He lets himself get dragged to the main area of the party.

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*For the most challenging, I chose chapter 11, because it legit took me two months to write this thing! The battle with Vahlok was someting that I kept putting off because it’s very action and angst filled and that can be tricky for me to write. Also, the Dovahzul language is killing me hahaha!

“Tiid fah hi wa kos nahlot ahrk dir (loosely: time for you to shut up and die)” Vahlok screeched, and shoved Ravonna into a wall as hard as he could with his telekinetic powers. This awakened something in Fenrik. Something he hasn’t felt since he killed his first dragon.

“Fin gein ahraan dii fahdonne (no one hurts my friends)!” Fenrik shouts, breaking free from his grip.

“Fahdonne?(Friends?)” Vahlok tilts his head in bewilderment. “Un fron lost nid fahdonne, sonaak! (Our kind has no friends, dragon priest!)” He says in a mocking tone.

“Tol los ni wo zu'u los! Ni alun aan ziist tiid! (Loosely: That is not who I am! Not anymore and not ever again!)” and with that, he strikes him with a sparks spell and all hell breaks loose.

I’m going to tag @bougainvillea-and-saltwater @kiir-do-faal-rahhe @thelavenderelf @sheirukitriesfandom with no pressure, of course! And tagging anyone else who would like to share! Consider yourself tagged! 

[dewdropreader]

WIP Folder Tag Game

The lovely @insert-witty-user-name-here has tagged me because she knows the absolutely unhinged amount of WIPs in various stages that I have lol. But I also love sharing them out of context and talking about them because that often motivates me so here we go! And thank you!

Rules: reveal the titles of the documents in your WIP folder and tag as many people as there are documents (or as many people as you want). Let others ask questions about the ones that interest them and post snippets or explain the contents as you see fit!'

I went in rough order from most recently created/worked on to older ones so you can see how at some point I just stopped counting my found family and general “Time Crew” based ideas because I lost track lmao.

Sleeping around untrustworthy people 5+1

Gator Pres Reconciliation

Cat chapter 8

Prayer TC

Collapse TC

God of Outcasts Returning

Found Family- Frost Giants

Hugsssss 5+1

Big Sister Sylvie

Do you have a better plan—(the original Drabble is done and posted but there is a part two WIP in the same doc!)

TC- Ghosts

Found family- Guilt

Freeze- TC

Protective- TC

Birthdays- TC

Love Letters- TC

TC- Restored

TC- Playground

Time Crew Fic 9- Void Road Trip

Touch Starved TC

TC Reassuring

TC Unfairness

A few I have mentioned before ina few tag games like this because some have festered in WIP hell for that long 😅 though I’m not including every single much older one, just a few of my favorites and/or ones that actually have something there to work on! But for any new people/people who didn’t see these!!

Sylvie and Peggy Vs the End of the World

Sylkius Christmas

Loki Found Family 5- Boastful

Found Family 8- Kid and Genderfluidity

TC- Kitchen Sink

And a few I haven’t made documents for but I have little notes made about them in one larger document called “All Loki Ideas” where I compile them and highlight different colors based on if they’re done or in progress or new/untouched ideas and organized by category or ship so if I have a particular person/ship I want to write but no solid idea I can go hunting lol. Some descriptions are all I have and others I just put in the first sentence and there is more!

Loki waking up with a nightmare/panic about Mobius not knowing him, and Mobius helping him calm down and reassuring him that he knows and loves him

Exploring the deep empathy and attempts at understanding Mobius felt when having to go through Loki’s life

Lokius inspired by songs/lyrics (there are lyric snippets and/or actual ideas for most of these if anyone is curious! Also yes there is a lot of Taylor Swift, sue me 😅)

Superman-Taylor Swift

Cardigan-Taylor Swift

Happy endings are stories that haven’t ended yet- mayday parade

London boy- Taylor swift

The man who can’t be moved-the script

When the day met the night- panic at the disco

The joker and the queen- ed sheeran

New Year’s Day- Taylor Swift

Delicate- Taylor swift

I’m yours- the script

Haunted- Taylor swift

Loki having a nightmare about Sylvie (and Mobius?) dying, and having to contend with it

Lokius reunion (this was noted before s2 even came out but hey guess it circled back to being relevant 😭)

Mobius and Loki (and Sylvie?) moving into a home together and having small domestic moments like having a “picnic” on the floor

Drunk Sylkius- Sylvie and Loki drunk and arguing about who’s more hedonistic

Drunk Sylkius- Folksy Dope fan club with sylvie and loki goofing off and praising and gushing over Mobius

B-15 and Sylvie spending time together, sorting out feelings

C-20 and Sylvie growing closer after she is rescued

If any of these are interesting to you, and you want to know more/see a snippet (if one exists!) please let me know, I love rambling about all of these ideas and sometimes talking about them gives more inspiration! 💕

Certainly will double tag some people (and am going to tag the originator in her own game lol bc I also want to see her stuff!) but that’s expected from me!

@insert-witty-user-name-here @starport-seven-five @mirilyawrites @lgwilt @dreamycloud @cha-melodius @blackbirdofasgard @loki-is-my-kink-awakening @nostalgia-tblr @bushs-world @queen-of-meows

And anyone else who would like to share!!

[mthollowell-writes]

Writer Q&A Tag Game

Thanks again to @digital-chance for the tag! You can find their original post here!

1)What motivates you to write?

My own ego (I kid...sorta).

I love creating worlds and giving life to the various voices inside my head. I love teasing out ideas and constructing (too) intricate plots and scenarios. Writing is my escape from the daily grind (for good and bad) and my main outlet for expression. I honestly wouldn't be me without my writing.

2) A line/short snippet of your writing that you are most proud/happy of. If not maybe share a line of someone else's work you love (just please credit them)

I'll share something from a short story currently on ice until I get around to editing it. It's tentatively called "Cosmic Self-Serve"

Unfathomable eldritch horrors weren’t on my Tuesday night bingo card but it takes all types to keep a gas station in the black. I took another pack of gum from the rack and popped a stick in my mouth, praying for brain freeze. Cool mint took over my senses and I felt like a person again. Gary won’t be happy with my lack of respect for “stock integrity” but that’s why our corporate gods gave us shrink. Also Gary’s an asshole so screw Gary.

3) Which OC makes you smile every time you think/talk about them and what are they like?

I'm going to have to give this to September from my Festival Project WIP. He's such a mess of a character despite his best efforts to keep it together. He has a pretty lengthy backstory for "reasons that drift a smidge into spoiler territory." On the surface, he's calm and collected and can weather any storm with clear head, but that comes from a long history of battling demons (both real and internal). He currently puts these talents towards being the Editor in Chief at his newspaper office.

4) What process of writing do you enjoy the most?

The initial brainstorming and outlining stage. I love plotting out stories free from the expectation of making the words sound pretty. I do still enjoy making the words pretty but sometimes I stall getting too caught up in that.

5) What part of writing do you think you are the best at? (Yes stroke your own ego it's okay)

The dialogue, though I will be the first to admit that I can get carried away with it. I also credit myself as a very meticulous plotter, in the actual plot and with character backstories. I've been told that my shorter stories tend to subvert expectation and go in unexpected places (but this too has its pitfalls as my earlier writing has been labelled as confusing by certain peers in writing workshops).

Even when I'm trying to stroke my ego, I keep offering caveats.

6) What is something in the writeblr community is most enjoyable?

Honestly, how supportive everyone is! We're always trying to build each other up and the discussions I see on my feed where people excitedly talk about their stories and OCs remind me why writing is so much fun. And the games, of course. My god, these games! I love them!

7) A writing tool/device you use that helps you with writing? (It could be speech to text, a writing program etc)

I recently took the plunge and bought Scrivener and I'm liking it so far. It's a bit of a learning curve with all the features you can play with, but I love how you can organize stories and bookmark things within each text section for referencing. Best of all, (and as far as I'm aware) you only have to pay once for it (unlike some other subscription based programs). With that being said, I do love Microsoft Word for smaller projects and its backup feature.

I also use a timer on my computer (I have Windows so there's a clock app that you can adjust). On days that I'm really struggling to motivate myself, dividing my time into smaller increments can get me through the slog.

8) A piece of worldbuilding that you like in your own story? (It could be the magic system, a particular place in the story, a law etc)

Egad, what a broad question! I have to think about that for a second...

There's a unique Protestant-inspired church branch within Hollow Grove that's known as the Edelhaus Coalition Church. It's also uniquely American, whose foundation is the old Puritan work ethic that emphasizes hard work as a core tenet that guarantees a path to heaven.

Where it diverges is its belief in The Founder and the concept of The Faithful. The Faithful are the true believers that have gained immense favor with God through their hard work and aptitude. As evidence of his favor, he gives The Faithful powers over nature. The Founder (who many believe was the original historical founder of the town, Goodwin Hollow) was the first Faithful and every Festival of Shadows, the evidence of his will is seen in the resurrection of the recently deceased every festival year. This holiday is celebrated by all in the Edelhaus Coalition church for this reason. It's also why many acolytes within the church opt for natural burial for a chance to walk the earth again.

There's more to it but in the spirit of brevity, that's all I'll say for now.

9) What piece of advice would you say to encourage others to write if they are having a rough patch?

I'll say it again, write what you love. There's no point in writing something you don't.

I also want to emphasize the importance of breaks. Sometimes if the words aren't flowing (or there's just so much going in your life), never feel ashamed of putting the pen down and coming back to a story later. The time away can offer fresh perspective. It can divert your attention to something else that you're equally passionate about. I sometimes like to procrastinate on one story with another. If I can't write at all, sometimes reading or watching something can inspire you.

10) Tag some people whose works you love/have been your biggest supporters

I'm truly inspired by reading the snippets of stories from @digital-chance (that's two mentions now!) @rmgrey-author @palebdot @tabswrites @writingbyricochet and @fatexweaver. I appreciate the support and interactions I've had with @vintagecivet @macabremoons @friendlyshaped @aestatismors @leisoree @words-after-midnight @axl-ul @nai-nty-8 and @nonsenseramble. Seriously, you all rock and I appreciate all of you!

I'm going to go ahead and gently tag all these beautiful folks listed above as well as some newer mutuals who I hope to get to know more @girlfromthecrypt @elhuei @isherwoodj @poemsbymo @robin-writes-a-lot and anyone who would like to participate!