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inkushel29 · 1 year ago

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my opps (in order)

my art skills

dead ends on flash archiving

Pen Frens

Zeebarf

my 5:20 alarm clock every weekday morning

school

myself

femboys & traps (sorry some of y'all are weird)

twinks (except Orderly)

people who spam my messages with videos (except one mutual because I'm chill w/ them)

anatomy

getting started on a drawing

bara (male muscle proportions exceeded to inhuman and horrifying standards)

the NSFW art community

Canihavepromo aka Lottie (I hope she gets deplatformed fr)

any problematic interest artist/animator I really don't like

Stamper

people who perceive lesbians in THAT way (screw y'all)

BL Yaoi Manhwas

fujoshis

proshippers (or comshippers i have no fucking idea)

finding 0 fanart of shit I like (Ballads of Reemus & etc.)

Alphazekko getting cancelled for no reason

my right ear ringing for no reason

MHA fandom

my antisocial ass

my broken bed

scenecore aesthetic and its music

instagram reel comment sections

my autistic ass for making my weirdass posts

Sia

Zeebarf for being in the NFT community

NFTs & AI

down bad mfs in comment sections

tumblr p0rn bots

my goofy ass being scared of showers

Calobi Productions

TikTok

Alex Emery's Wizard Hunt part 3 not being made

Queers of War for disappointing and traumatizing me

procrastination

the anime community in general

animating

myself trying to animate on flash cs6 but failing

Spazkid for drawing underage sonic characters and not finishing Nightmare Cops

my chronically online ass

Ipad kids

skibidi toilet (I still meme it)

my forgetful ass

finding out a person I like is an absolute piece of shit

myself again

vent people (sorry)

cutecore aesthetic

Roblox (i still play it tho)

sketchers united/pop jam kids

shitty clickbait youtube thumbnails

youtube kids

rule 34 content on youtube

content farm videos on youtube

Youtube (i still watch it)

myself again for making this list too goddamn long when it didn't need to be

uhhhhhh

the Pokemon community

people using the Pixar Mom term in the wrong way (a lot)

Discord

having to sleep early because my parents tell me to

people who harass others for no reason

Miguel O'Hara stans

myself for forgetting to start/finish shit (not school related)

my fatass self

BookTok/White woman who are obsessed with dark romance books

bad Webtoons

those AI disney mockup posters

MCYT fandom

Countryhumans fandom

TikTok art community

Twitter art community

almost any art community that's shit

l0lic0ns & sh0tac0ns (PLEASE FUCK OFF.)

this list for being too long

Nitrile & his weirdass tr@p obsession (he collaborated with Shadman and drew Mandy from Billy & Mandy as a femboy in a very suggestive way. And sometimes drew femboys that looked like children. So yeah fuck him.)

Shadman (OBVIOUSLY)

Zone for ruining The Modifyers and any cartoon in general (they got away with sexualizing minors so idk how y'all looked past that)

Jaystation

my goofy ass for staying up too late

humanizations of non-human characters being skinny white cis young anime boys

my goofy ass for being unoriginal

my goofy ass for still writing on this dang list

Gross people on Spacehey who ruin everything

FNF fandom (kind of)

FNF creepypasta mods (Sonic.exe)

Twitter/X in general

my little brother when he has a tantrum

night terrors

Astrology girls

people who use their autism/disability for a defense mechanism/excuse for when they get called out for something bad they've done

Stamper again (how tf can you be racist and fetishize WOC at the same time nevertheless you're still racist fuck you)

A Small Favor not getting it's chapter 3/final chapter and the story getting reimagined instead of finished

family vlog channels

people who hurt animals for clout

captioning my youtube videos by myself

editing my videos bc its hard

people doing stupid shit for clout in general

MojoMontebon's character Trixie (I don't like her she scares me)

finding out an artist I like is an absolute piece of shit

people who hate selfship/ oc x canon artists (leave em alone theyre just doing what makes them happy)

Your Boyfriend Game

YBG Fandom

the creator of Your Boyfriend Game

redesign vids where the final redesign is actually shit

false allegations

Apphumans community

Deviantart

Fetish artists

ok I think that's it thanks for reading I added WAY too much on this list.

EDIT: some of these didn't age well lmao. For starters, I don't hate Stamper as much anymore. I kinda overreacted a bit. I kinda forgive him now soo uh yeah. Sorry for spreading misinfo :(

EDIT 2: NVM STAMPER IS MY OPP AGAIN. DO NOT ASK WHAT HAPPENED, ITS QUITE COMPLICATED. IMMA KEEP THE OLD EDIT THOUGH CAUSE IT FUNNY AF

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x-atlas-x · 2 years ago

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Writer Q&A: 1,3, 11 Also, just finished reading 'The Exchanger'. I don't have any way to properly comment on that fic that isn't in the language of keyboard smashing or screams. I'm still waiting for the ball to come out of the sky, and omgwtfasdgfs how can you leave it hanging like that?!?! Please, PLEASE tell me you have a follow-up in mind!!

Hello, my friend!! Thank you so much for the asks <3 This'll probably be a long one, so it's going to be under the cut~

1.) What led you to start writing fan fiction?

I'm not entirely sure. I've been basically writing for my whole life (ever since I was a wee lad) and my roots started in... Sonic fanfiction... Not my proudest moment, but we all have to start somewhere. I was my own worst nightmare when I was merely seven >:)

(I still have the god awful notebook with one of the first fics in it... No, I can't decipher it-)

3.) What experiences/influences have shaped your writing the most?

The last fandom I was in truly brought out my absolute need to be writing constantly and my love for AUs. Upon joining the Yugioh fandom, though, I started to learn how to shape my fanfics and build them up with more emotions (also, I learned how to write smut! which is such a huge accomplishment because I used to never get that far). It's always baffling to look back on my first posted Yugioh fic and my most recent one.

I suppose one experience that I can recall that has truly influenced me and my writing is when I was forced to join a literature contest once and I won first place. It wasn't anything spectacular, but that was the first time that I had officially won something. I forget about it a lot, but I know that gave me an ego/confidence boost of sorts at the time to pursue writing more seriously.

11.) What attracted you to the fandom(s)/media you write in?

Oh, yes, the story about how I accidentally fell into the world of Yugioh. Around the beginning of quarantine, I was still writing for my old fandom. There was an artist on Instagram that did fanart for that fandom, but also did art/talked a lot about Yugioh 5D's. One night, I got bored and I put it on my TV while I was falling asleep. I woke up the next morning, started paying attention, and... Well, here we are.

I replaced 5D's with DM and I actually didn't start properly watching that one until the middle of season 3. I know, I'm insane, but it's difficult for me to get into something from the very beginning. I spent most of quarantine writing fanfiction while binging all of the Yugioh shows (I stopped at VRAINS, but I've watched enough of that to have a vague idea of what happens). And yeah! That's how I got here :)

As for The Exchanger...

I'm so glad you enjoyed it! That ending was definitely something, wasn't it? >:) I do have a follow up floating around in my head, but I'm currently drowning in projects, so... Hopefully I'll be able to get there at some point amongst all of them (and maybe when I get an actual idea of where I'm going with things).

If anyone else would like to send an ask: Questions

#thanks again for the ask!#sorry for being so rambly #atlas answers

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jerzwriter · 2 years ago

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I posted 7,995 times in 2022

That's 5,514 more posts than 2021!

2,632 posts created (33%)

5,363 posts reblogged (67%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@jamespotterthefirst

@jerzwriter

@liaromancewriter

@potionsprefect

@coffeeheartaddict2

I tagged 6,180 of my posts in 2022

Only 23% of my posts had no tags

#tobias carrick - 1,245 posts

#ethan ramsey - 1,237 posts

#tobias x casey - 1,186 posts

#asks answered - 828 posts

#ethan x kaycee - 544 posts

#asks - 517 posts

#open heart - 507 posts

#ethan x casey - 458 posts

#choices fanfic - 295 posts

#ethan ramsey x mc - 286 posts

Longest Tag: 92 characters

#i hope my comments aren't accused of being self-promotion for my family's insane game nights

My Top Posts in 2022:

I am leaving work for the day. This is assault. A crime. 🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵 Should be illegal.

126 notes - Posted June 13, 2022

Tobias and his Lovely Ladies

I'm super excited to share my first-ever commissioned fanart! Made by the incredibly talented and sweet @/artbyainna on Instagram. I love how Tobias goes from being a lady's man in one way to a lady's man in quite another in my HC for the couple. And I love how much happier he is with the latter. I wrote a short fic to accompany this picture (it's only 865 words, for me, that's amazing!). It can be found below the break. I hope this gives some of you the same serotonin rush it gave me today!

Title: Tobias and his Lovely Ladies

Book: Open Heart (Post Series)

Pairing: Tobias Carrick x F!MC (Casey MacTavish)

Rating: Teen

Category: Fluffy Domestic Fluff

Summary: Tobias & Casey share a typical Saturday morning discussing what to get his mother for a birthday gift.

Warnings: None

Words: 865

A/N: I’m still gushing over how happy I am with this photo! I can’t recommend @/artbyainna (IG) enough! 😊

A/N 2: Participating in @choicesmonthlychallenge Day 6, Family / Also participating in this week's @wackydrabbles the prompt can be found below in bold. And because I’m feeling overambitious, this is also inspired by Stevie Wonder’s “Isn’t She Lovely”, which was submitted to @moodmusicmonday

THE CHARACTERS OF TOBIAS and CASEY BELONG TO PIXELBERRY STUDIOS

See the full post

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This is not meant to be received as an anonymous hate message. My deepest apologies if this hurts your feelings, but since your fellow Open Heart fandom friends won’t be honest with you, I felt I should help you out the way I would want someone to help me.

We see you, Jerz. I promise we know you exist. You’ve got our attention. You are so obnoxiously showy, how can we not? And no one seems to have the heart to tell you this.

Your desperation to be acknowledged and seen by others is worrisome. You post when you wake up; you post when you add a word to your work; you advertise for your series “Delaying the Inevitable” morning, noon, night. Jerz, it’s a bit much. No one walks around, talking about how great they are or how great their accomplishments are the way you do. That might not be your intention, but when you post things, like your most recent post about your Asks and how many requests you have, this is seen as gloating. I don’t know if you realize this, but when you post things like that, you might as well construct a giant neon sign that says, “Look at me! I am so popular!”

I’ve watched you for a few months now, and I know you and your friends are going to accuse me of jealousy. I’m not, but I understand why you would see me that way. But honestly, not many people would idolize someone who is tactless, brash, and selfish. This is how you come across to a lot of people. You might actually be a wonderful person. I would never know because you seem quite self-absorbed and a braggart. Are you familiar with the term “one-upper?”

I am going to give credit where credit is due: you have hustled your ass off and went straight for the jugular, making sure everyone knew your presence is valuable, including the more higher-rated writers. You can’t comment or reblog anything without marketing yourself and your own work. You clearly are your number 1 fan, and I think that’s great that you have so much confidence in yourself.

You’re probably thinking “What’s the point of this message?” Seriously congratulations to growing number of readers and your fans; congratulations on having such a high view of yourself; congratulations on networkinging with such confidence and zero Fs.

But this honest thirst to be the center of attention, I promise we see you, Jerz. We know you’re there. And how could we not? We know you are going to have the last word. We know that you are going to comment on any post related to Open Heart, especially if it’s about a thirst trap concerning Ethan or Tobias. You post every time you wake up, or when inspiration strikes, or when a certain food or song or movie reminds you of your couples.

You don’t have to share everything. This is not meant to be hateful, but I hope you become more aware of your actions so you can become a better person.

And I already know what you are going to say. I will unfollow. I truly enjoyed your stories.

I’ve sat on this. I wasn’t going to share because I want my blog to be a positive place. Plus, everyone has people who dislike them, so why give my haters porn? But, in the end, I need to say a few things (“getting the last word” Nonny?) and it’s important for people to know that such small and cowardly people lurk among us.

You admit you don’t know me, yet you sure act as if you do. I’m not quite sure how that works.

I am passionate. If I love something, I am enthusiastic to a fault and I give it my all, and I love our fandom. I love creating content, I love reading others’ works and building them up and, no, Nonny, when commenting or reblogging I don’t “always self-promote”. Sometimes I will discuss my work if it is relevant, usually with people I consider friends. I did find one reblog from the past week that some may have misconstrued. I deleted it and reached out to the author to apologize. I have not heard back from her, but I hope she understands there was no mal intent. I wouldn’t have batted an eyelash if she had done the same thing to me.

I am pretty self-aware. I know I can be annoying. I’m zealous and I overshare. There are personal reasons for that, but it’s who I am. Friends who do know me laughed at your assertations. They know I’m my own worst critic, I’m full of self-doubt, and I deal with crippling anxiety. They also know that being part of this “supportive” (for the most part) community has helped me. How kind of you to attempt to thwart that. What you know about me is nothing and your belief that you do speaks volumes to how highly you think of yourself. Isn’t that what you’re accusing me of?

Like every writer, I want people to read my work, and I love engaging with readers. But networking? Convincing “higher-rated writers” to like me? Girl, stop. This isn’t my job. I don’t get paid for this. This is fanfiction. It’s fun! Dear God, do you take it that seriously? Yes, I’ve become friends with people. People behind popular and small blogs, people who are readers. I assure you that building these friendships had nothing to do with networking. We got to know each other, like and care for each other, and we’ve been there to support each other when we need it most. It looks like some people find me likable, and I know how to be a friend. If you struggle with that, I suggest you look for the reason instead of attacking me.

You state you have “watched me for a few months now.” Yet my behavior is worrisome? It seems my post apologizing for having so many outstanding anons triggered you. You assumed I was trying to say “look at me I’m so popular”. I had to laugh. First off, popular? Look at my note count, it’s nothing to be jealous of. I posted it because the majority of requests sitting in my inbox are anons that I can’t reach out to personally or I would. My readers REALLY matter to me, and I don’t want anyone to think they’ve been forgotten. The fact that your mind goes to such a horrible place, about an admitted stranger, is pathetic. It speaks to who you are, not me.

Look, I’m not everyone’s cup of tea… and that’s OK. I’m sure you’re not either. That’s life. But you send this hate, and to be clear, it is hate, thinking you’re a better person? What have I done to hurt anyone in this fandom? Tell me. I’ll wait. I’ve never done anything as vile as you. Do you feel you can sit in judgment of me? That you have the moral superiority to tell me to be a better person when your actions already show what kind of person you are? The irony! If anyone needs reflection, it’s you.

I strongly suggest you think twice before doing something like this to anyone else in the future. I have been through enough in my life to let this roll off my back, but not everyone can. Some people could be terribly hurt, or harm themselves if they received something like this. Dear God, examine yourself.

128 notes - Posted April 16, 2022

Sir…

160 notes - Posted June 12, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

FACTS

286 notes - Posted November 27, 2022

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

I knew I posted a lot. 😂

Only one fic in my top 5, and that is probably because of Ainna! lol Given how small the fandom is, I kind of expected that.

But, goddamn, my seriously twisted anon hate (referred to as the "We Are Legion" hate) was #3. Shit man. I'm not sure how I feel about that.

This is always so much fun to see.

#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review

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whenihaveyouromione · 4 years ago

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When I Have You - Chapter 1

This can also be read on ffn.net and ao3

A/N: This story will follow the lives of Ron and Hermione from the end of DH, to the epilogue and then beyond. This places all of my head canon in one story, along with tidbits of canon provided by JKR throughout. I like to stick mostly to canon post war, so I've followed the books to a T, and mostly everything post war is canon or canon-compliant. There will be the odd change, most barely noticeable.

Also, standard message that this in no way follows the Cursed Child plot at all, and I ignore it completely. This includes Hermione becoming Minister for Magic (which I know is something people like to include), as it makes no sense in comparison to the other canon JKR has provided. Plus, I hate Cursed Child, so… yeah.

Also, prior to reading this, please be aware that this story is intended to be LONG, it is intended to be an extremely slow burn. The chapter length is currently unknown, but I am predicting well over 200 chapters by the end. This is also not action packed, nor is it filled with unpredictability. This is a story where I go into excruciating detail about their lives after the war, but the intention is to be no surprises. Everything you think will happen, WILL happen. Please be mindful of that before going into this. I don't want anyone to be left disappointed. The idea is to detail their lives, not to have you on the edge of your seat with anticipation! If that's what you're after, this story is not for you.

This story also will contain implied sex. Sex scenes resemble 90's sitcoms — you have the before, you have the after, but none of the in between. They also talk a bit (not a lot, because it's not my focus) about sex. I am writing about their relationship, so it's obviously going to exist, but it's not going to be detailed, just implied.

Also, last but not least, this story has an Instagram account. As it's so long and detailed, I've decided to add some hopefully additional entertainment to it. The handle is (with no spaces) 'whenihaveyou . romione' on IG. Please feel free to follow. If for some reason you can't see it on here, feel free to PM me for it. I'll be posting small sneak peaks, responses to questions, etc on there. I'm even throwing my hand up to attempt some fanart on my own story, but I promise that writing is more my thing lol.

And now, to the story (I swear the future a/n's won't be this long). I hope you enjoy, and as usual, your thoughts, comments, questions, are all appreciated!

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Chapter 1

Ron brushed a stray strand of hair away from Hermione's face, which lit up at his touch. A smile graced her lips, but her eyes remained closed for a few moments longer. It was their favourite way to spend their afternoons; lying on his Chudley Cannons spread, arms around each other, sometimes dozing or sometimes talking. After long days of preparing for the coming funerals and Flooing to Hogwarts to help with repairs, it was always nice to come back and not think about the devastation that had befallen the wizarding world. While everyone grieved, these few moments together were a welcomed solace.

When laying beside her, Ron allowed himself a few moments of happiness. Because that's what she made him feel: happy. When she'd thrown her arms around him and kissed him in the middle of the war, he thought he'd loved her then. Now, ten days later, he realised how mistaken he'd been. This was love. Spending almost every moment, day and night, with her; holding her, kissing her, had made him fall helplessly in love, and for the first time ever, he was almost certain that she felt the same way.

He kissed her lightly on the lips, running fingers through her thick hair. She smiled against him, her eyes finally opening.

"We should go down and help the others with dinner," he murmured. "Before Mum comes looking for us."

As was to be expected, Molly had been a mess since the end of the war. Fred's death had impacted all of them, but no one more than his mother. For the first few days, they'd not seen her as she kept herself locked away in her bedroom, Arthur bringing her every meal. On the third day, she'd ventured out for a few moments before taking one look at everyone and bursting into tears. She'd spent another two days locked away after that.

She was out and about now, but out of respect for her feelings, Ron felt it best to keep his sudden relationship with Hermione secret. He did not think his mother would take kindly to one of her sons finding happiness in such a dark time.

They'd intended to keep it secret from everyone apart from Harry and Ginny, but word had gradually gotten out amongst the rest of the Weasleys. Bill had stumbled upon Ron placing a kiss on her forehead one evening before going to bed. Charlie had caught them holding hands in the Burrow's garden another night. Percy seemed to just know, and Arthur had awkwardly found them in a passionate embrace one morning in a Hogwarts' corridor.

No one spoke of it after, though. Everyone seemed to know better than to mention anything in front of Molly, so meal times resulted in limiting their affection to smiles across the table. That made these moments alone even more special.

Hermione sat up, resting her back against the headboard and yawning. Today had been especially difficult; after days of being hounded by the press as they demanded answers and spat out ridiculous theories (at Hogwarts, of all places), Harry had Disapparated to who knew where and hadn't returned. If he had any sense, he would have gone somewhere no one would find him. Ron suspected he had gone to Grimmauld Place.

"You think Harry's alright?" Hermione asked, rubbing her eyes.

"No, not really," Ron said. "But I can't blame him. The media have been unforgiving. It's easier for us to brush them aside, because they don't care as much about us. Can't imagine what it's like for him."

"How long should we give him?" Hermione asked.

"A few days." Ron shrugged, feeling his mood darken. "Fred's funeral is in three days. Lupin and Tonks' the day after that. I can't imagine him missing them."

Hermione looked less convinced. She looked at Ron, clearly worried. Ron placed an arm around her shoulder and drew her to him so that her head was on his shoulder. "He'll be alright," he assured her. "He just needs some time."

There was a moment's silence, and then, "Ron?" Hermione's voice cracked as she spoke his name.

"Hm?"

Silence again. Ron squeezed her tighter as he felt hot tears against his shirt. It wasn't unusual for these moments to end in tears, for one reason or another. They'd both had their fair share of crying over the past week and a half. He'd lost count of the number of times she'd been there for him, especially after the first few days when the memories of Fred haunted him most clearly. They still did, but he'd managed to get them under control for the most part. Though, he was dreading the funeral.

"Hey."

Hermione lifted her head at the sudden voice appearing at Ron's bedroom door. It was Bill, looking at them both with defeat. "You two better come down soon, otherwise Mum'll send a search party. She wants to start dinner, and Dad is fighting her…"

"Mum wants to cook?" Ron asked.

Bill nodded. "She's insisting. Ginny is really giving it to her, but she's refusing to listen." He smiled slightly. "I guess it's good to see some of the old fight back, eh?"

Hermione pulled away, wiping the tears from her face. "We should go and help," she sniffed.

Ron nodded, and they both climbed off his bed. Hermione left ahead of them, walking past Bill as if slightly embarrassed that he'd seen her cry. Ron went to follow, but Bill stopped him by clasping a hand on his shoulder.

"You alright? Dad mentioned what happened with Harry today."

Ron nodded. "Yeah. I think a part of me knew it was coming. He's been one moment away from an explosion all week. We've just got to give him some time."

Bill nodded, squeezing his shoulder. "Let me know if you need anything."

"Thanks," Ron said.

Bill let Ron go past, following him down the stairs without speaking. Everyone was in the kitchen, Ginny arguing with Molly.

"We told you, Mum! You're not doing anything. The rest of us have got this. Look —" she threw a hand in Ron's direction, "— Ron's here now. An extra pair of hands, an extra wand! We'll have dinner ready in no time."

"Come on, Mum," Bill said, gently placing his hands on Molly's shaking shoulders. "Let's go and sit down." He slowly guided her from the kitchen and into the living room.

After she was gone, Ginny rounded on Ron. "Your appearance a little earlier might have been beneficial, you know." Her eyes flickered to Hermione, softening when they saw her tear-stained face. She looked away. "Sorry," she mumbled.

"It's alright," Ron said. "We're here now. Where do you want us to start?"

It had become the norm for all the children to prepare the meals each night, with some help from Arthur occasionally. It was the least they could do to make things easier, but since their mother had decided to venture from her room, insisting that they could handle it had become increasingly harder. Ron suspected she wished to busy herself by cooking for her large, yet broken family.

Tonight's preparation was sullen. Even the occasional laughter that had occurred other nights was gone. Ginny's mood was dark, her hurt at Harry's disappearance obvious. Like Ron and Hermione, she'd chosen not to share her relationship with Harry to her mother. If that was what it even was. Harry had pushed most of them away, including Ginny, and had snapped at all of them more than once in the last few days.

Dinner was even quieter, with no one speaking apart from asking someone else to pass a bowl over. Ginny, who had been the most cheerful of the bunch, said nothing at all and barely touched her food. Molly watched her with concern, but said nothing, perhaps understanding why her daughter was so upset. There was an emptiness around the table, one that could only be filled by Harry's reappearance — and, Ron thought, George's. Both were as much part of the family as the other, but neither wished to see anyone.

Hermione helped Bill and Charlie clear the dishes and do the washing up, while everyone else moved into the living room. Ron sat on a conjured two-seater couch that really needed a good clean, saving the second spot for Hermione when she returned.

A small chatter started around the fireplace, with Percy talking of how the Ministry was looking to get things back to normal in the coming weeks.

"Something needs to be done," he said to Ron. "In this time, people need leadership and we currently have none." He then lowered his voice so that only Ron would hear the next part. "Between you and me, the talk is that Kingsley Shacklebolt will be appointed the next Minister for Magic."

This surprised Ron, and yet, it didn't at the same time. He looked at his brother. Percy had become somewhat more enjoyable to be around since the end of the war. Ron didn't think they'd be best friends any time soon, but at least he didn't get the urge to roll his eyes everytime Percy opened his mouth any more. He was Ron's brother, after all, and finally, Ron was able to see him as such.

"That's a good choice, don't you think?" he said.

Percy gave a curt nod. "Yes, I think so."

Hermione, Bill, and Charlie came in after that, and Ron shuffled over so that Hermione could sit next to him. Instinctively, he reached for her hand, but she jolted it away and nodded her head in his mother's direction.

He flushed, his face turning even redder when he saw that his mother was watching the two of them, her eyes narrowed.

"Great," Ron muttered to Hermione, "now she probably thinks you're rejecting my advances, or something."

"Wouldn't that please her?" Hermione asked.

"I don't think either way would please her."

Slowly but surely, people began drifting off to bed. Bill left via Floo for his home — as he did every night — while Charlie and Percy headed upstairs to their respective bedrooms.

When Ginny announced she was going to bed fifteen minutes later, Molly's eyes flashed to Hermione. "I suppose you'll be wanting to go to bed too, dear, so as not to wake Ginny?"

Hermione jumped, her cheeks reddening from the brashness of Molly's voice.

"It's fine, Mum," Ginny said. "I'll be fine."

"But, you don't want to wake her, do you Hermione, dear?"

Hermione had not spent a single night in Ginny's room since being there, just like Harry hadn't spent any in Ron's — an arrangement all four had been happy with. Ron had a sneaking suspicion that something had finally clicked with his mum, because she was now watching Ron as if waiting for him to react.

"Right," Hermione said. "I-I'll go, too. Goodnight, Mr and Mrs Weasley. Ron."

"Er, night, Hermione," Ron said. "See you in the morning."

After Hermione and Ginny had disappeared, a silence fell over the living room. Ron could only stand it for a few moments before he jumped to his feet and said goodnight, too.

Taking the stairs two at a time, he was disappointed to find Hermione not waiting for him in his room. He knew it had only been ten days, but the thought of falling asleep without her suddenly made him feel lonely. He'd become accustomed to her presence, her smell, sleeping with his arms around her, and waking to find her cuddled up against him in the mornings. It was a feeling he had hoped would last longer; forever, if he dared think it.

Unable to help but feel angry with his mother, he changed into his pyjamas and climbed under the covers. It was cold, and he had far too much space in his magically extended bed.

He tossed and turned for what felt like hours, and just as he was finally drifting off to sleep, he was woken by soft, warm lips against his cheek.

"Hermione?" he mumbled, making out her figure in the dark.

"Who else would it be?" Hermione asked, pulling back the covers and falling in beside him. "Ginny figured your mum would come and check to make sure I really was there — I think she suspects I've not been sleeping in the spare bed — so we had to wait."

"Did she?" Ron asked, rolling over and wrapping her in his arms. Instant warmth washed over him, and he buried his face into her hair.

"Yes."

"I'm glad you're here now." He kissed her shoulder and held her even tighter.

"Ron?"

"Mm?"

"What I wanted to say before, when I… couldn't…"

Ron loosened his hold on her, and she rolled over so she was facing him. He reached for his wand and lit it. He'd not realised she'd wanted to say anything before. "What is it?" he asked.

Under the wandlight, he saw her smile. "I wanted to say that I… love you."

The wand slipped from Ron's hand. He scrambled to find it from within the tangle of covers and relit it. "You… do?" In the mess that was the aftermath of war, it only occurred to Ron now that despite his intense feelings and love for her, he'd not actually said those words out loud. He'd thought them — every moment of every day — but he supposed his brain had been so convinced that she knew how he felt, that he had just assumed it was something they'd said to one another.

"Yes," Hermione said, her face practically glowing in the dim light.

"Oh, geez, I didn't even realise —"

"It's okay, Ron. I don't mean to rush you. I just wanted to tell you." She sounded so calm, so pleased with herself.

"What? Rush me? Oh, God, Hermione, I love you a ridiculous amount it's not even funny. I thought I told you that? Why have I never told you that?"

"Preoccupied?" Hermione suggested heartfully. "With a war, with losing our friends…"

Ron kissed her hard on the mouth, to which she responded enthusiastically. He felt her heart beating furiously against his chest, she was that close to him. The kiss deepened — by her, not him — and Ron became suddenly aware of every part of her. Her hands, in particular, had become rather adventurous, running along his arms, his chest, trailing further down... (Merlin, she was enthusiastic)... and then it hit him. He understood. And his bloody nerves got the better of him.

He pulled away, staring at her, the wand still in his hand. She stared back, her cheeks flushed, her breathing heavy, clearly determined to not feel embarrassed by her advancement.

Ron, however, didn't know what to do. Like forgetting to actually tell Hermione how he felt, anything other than holding her at night had not been a priority for him. He loved her deeply, he sought her comfort, but the grief still lingered and he'd not even contemplated taking their relationship further. Well, it had crossed his mind, but not as a serious thought. Not until after the funerals…

But now that it had been presented to him, even if she hadn't said the words directly, it seemed highly appealing.

"Have you, er, been thinking about this?" he asked, pulling completely away from her and sitting up in the bed.

"It's not something that spontaneously popped into my mind, if that's what you mean," Hermione said. For the first time, her voice sounded flat. "Sorry if I scared you. I just thought… I should probably have asked. Do you want to?"

"Yes!" Ron said, a little too quickly. He blushed, but then noticing the smile on her face he added, "Merlin, yes. I love you. I want to. You just caught me completely by surprise. That's all."

"Sorry." Hermione also sat up, facing him. "Perhaps I was a little too forward."

"No, no," Ron said. "I liked that." He grinned, albeit awkwardly. It didn't stop his body from tingling all over, though. A seed had firmly been planted in his mind now, and it was a good seed. A fantastic one.

"Just not tonight?" Hermione guessed.

Truthfully, as much as the idea thrilled him, it terrified him just the same. He was more than happy to kiss her, to hold her hand, but the concept of sex was something different. The insecurities he felt about being so intimate washed over him, just like they had done when Lavender had asked the same of him all those months ago.

The only difference this time was that he genuinely liked Hermione a whole lot more...

Taking his silence for hesitation, Hermione said, "I'm sorry, Ron. I didn't mean to —"

"Don't be," Ron said, reaching out and running a hand along her exposed arm. "You just made me start thinking."

"About?"

He watched her, his heart beating rapidly as he did. She was just incredible. Amazing. She was perfect, and there she was, scarred as much as him from the war, but wanting him. Ron. She loved him.

"Not tonight," he said, shaking his head. "But tomorrow? As nice as it was, you throwing yourself at me isn't exactly how I imagined it to go… not for the first time."

She smiled and nodded. "Okay," she said, and she crawled slightly forward on the bed and kissed him. He wrapped his arms around her, now realising how much he wanted her back, how much he wanted to be with her. Now, he had to exercise a whole lot of control because her touch set his skin on fire.

"Hm," he chuckled, pushing her away.

"What?" Hermione asked.

"Maybe we should… take a break," he said, uncomfortably.

"Why? Oh," Hermione flushed, seeing Ron's own red cheeks. She climbed off him. "Right. Sorry." She laid back down on the bed with Ron beside her, though he dared not touch her again just yet.

As he drifted off to sleep, his mind trailed to tomorrow night, and despite his heart pounding in his chest, and his sudden sweaty palms, it couldn't come quick enough.

His last thought before falling asleep was of Hermione, and how he simply could not control just how much he loved her.

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And there is the first chapter of who knows how many! I hope you enjoyed, and remember, if you'd like some extra content, or just to interact, please follow the Insta (no spaces) 'whenihaveyou . romione'

This will also be published on ao3 (under FireTheCanon) and Tumblr (handle is 'whenihaveyouromione').

A MAJOR, HUGE, MASSIVE thank you to Autumn (insertcleverandwittytitlehere) who has graciously offered to beta this for me. Your feedback and help has already been AMAZING, along with your encouragement. THANK YOU.

#ronandhermione #romione #romionefanfiction #romionefanfic #ronxhermione #hermionexron #ronandhermionefanfiction #harrypotterfanfiction #harrypotter #ronweasley #hermionegranger #hermioneandron #hermioneandronfanfiction

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eileen-crys · 4 years ago

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Ok I know this post is long and going to trigger some people, I hate dramas as almost everyone in this fandom but I'm honestly exhausted of finding a**holes around and I can't keep pretending nothing happens. I'm a polite person and I don't like to make names and point my finger at people, so let's keep this a general discourse.

So this happened between yesterday evening and this morning, I've posted this photo on my instagram stories this morning.

As I've already mentioned before, there's a bunch of people who hate Veronica Deacon (mind: this is not a simple "dislike her" for personal reasons/vibes, here's literally a movement of hate and canceling) and are adamant in spreading their hate towards her, intoxicating posts where she's mentioned or John's family role is mentioned, canceling her whenever there's a confirmed pic of her ("that's not her! That's *imaginary person never heard about*") mocking people for even liking her, let alone who enjoy John and Veronica together (I've been personally harassed on Facebook by some of these people) behaving very childishly despite their older age (also using the "I'm old so I know better" card to prove their points) and believing in absurd made-up "theories" on Wattpad that twist interviews, real facts and actually try to warp reality mostly with the function of "making Deac*ry real in real life". (Censoring the ships name just to not disturb sane shippers as I had already said once) For them every reliable source, included words by the direct interested, are lies to cover up these relationships. They use songs to "prove facts" when nothing is confirmed, pretending to be woke or smth I don't know really. Some time ago some idiot even told around that Veronica isn't the mother of John's kids, she used to abuse him and other stuff coming out of nowhere, but honestly that's an old discourse that thank the gods has been closed (because honestly even the dumbest people could sniff that it was all made up). ((They also hate Jim Hutton because of the same reasons, if you were asking.)) ((I feel so bad for responsible shippers that have these idiots on their boat, guys get rid of em plss))

This leads me back to this fanfic I found and that line that has been added in a petty way after deleting that comment.

You know I'm the last person who would say "stop writing fanfics about real people", we're a fandom that deals with real people and real or fanmade relationships, that's not remotely the issue here. It's not even the plot that as much basic it is it's quite common and I've read every kind of version of it with basically any ship in this fandom (tho Veronica is the most common one to fall in this trope, followed maybe by Chrissie) and that's kinda okay, I'm not here to judge anyone for that, write what u want, there are lots of well written fics with the same plot.

The issue here is the existence of that statement, "Veronica is a real cold hearted manipulative person". It implies that the author actually believes what they wrote is real. And what they wrote is a Veronica that's and absolute bastard with no reason to be it, she's just evil because yes, gets pregnant on purpose to stay with John, sends him away from Fred and enjoys seeing John being absolutely crushed after he had to leave fred like idk some kind of Scar who enjoys watching Simba running away after Mufasa's death. Because she's evil ok? That should be even ok (not really but you got the point???) if the author wrote that just as a dramatic angsty story with a boring villain, but the addition of that line is the issue here, the author feels like that woman is seriously like that. I honestly struggle to believe anyone could be so serious about this but yes there are people who are and try to spread their hate like this, towards a person they don't even know and has done nothing against them to "deserve" to be hated.

When I posted that pic in my stories today I had numerous people writing me that they couldn't believe someone would seriously hate Veronica to the point of doing this, that's why I'm making this post. There are lots of ppl who have no idea of this issue of the fandom that's more serious than it seems, it has to be put under the sunlight.

You don't have to love Queen's real relationships if you prefer fanmade ones, but please at least respect them. Respect Queen's wives and husband, they are real people. Respect Queen's real lives even if they made questionable things and mistakes. You can't fix them anyway and you're not entitled to change what happened in the past. Please be aware of the sources you get informations from, use reliable sources and believe them, keep songs as they are: poetry, be aware that what you find/create in fanfictions (and some fanarts) is not real. Respect creators that draw/write ships that aren't your faves.

And please ignore these idiots who claim to ""know the truth"" about Queen's private lives. They feel empowered by their age and by the doubts and misteries around some aspects of Queen's lives and they won't change their minds if you present them facts. Shut them off with an "ok" and ignore them. Thanks for reading until now, I hope this has been somehow helpful.

#save the queen fandom

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skrltwtch · 4 years ago

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Muse

Prompt 1: Just like some people sleep-walk, you tend to paint or draw while in your transformed state because it calms you down. And apparently, people really like your art.

Prompt 2: A is a popular artist, and B messages them without thinking one day. They didn’t expect to become friends, and they definitely didn’t expect to become more. Person B just felt that connection between the two of them.

Prompt 3: A/Werewolf has a tendency to curl like a dog in front of the fireplace a lot (usually in their werewolf form, but it’s not uncommon for them to do it as a human). (Sources in master list)

Word count: 3,721 words

Genre: Fluff, romance, supernatural

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I put up with the long commute to and fro between home and work for two reasons, and two reasons alone: the decent rent for a place with a picturesque view and that catered to my monthly needs, and the glut of time to catch up on my reading. And by ‘reading’, I meant ‘scrolling through the handful of social media feeds that survived my latest cull of shit that was taking up my time and storage space unnecessarily, and occasionally attempting (and failing) to pay attention to my Kindle’. Hey, at least I was aware I had a problem …?

Instagram was my first hit of the day. I flicked past images of makeup, friends in situations I wouldn’t be finding myself in anytime soon, and cute animals. The occasional meme and comic draw out an exhalation of air from my nostrils. I marvelled at artwork and photography, half wishing I were half as good as the people I followed and admired, half chiding myself for not practising either enough and losing interest quicker than I’d dropped money on new equipment in the name of my new endeavours. You could say one of my hobbies, the ones I’d been consistent about, was amassing gadgets obtained to indulge my whims and fancies.

My heart skipped a beat — or was it the pothole the bus went over? — when I came across a new post by George. I didn’t know him personally to refer to him by his first name like that, but hadn’t social media broken down boundaries between people, making them seem closer to each other than they really were? He was an illustrator whose work I chanced upon on Reddit a while back. His portfolio was a patchwork of subjects, often portraits, rendered mostly in traditional media like watercolour and oil paint. He sometimes shook things up with abstract, contemplative pieces. He had something for almost everyone. For me, it was his attractive, angular yet distinctive faces and statuesque figures, use of watercolour, and versatility: one piece could be superhero fanart, followed by a collection of moody, atmospheric paintings of the English landscape with some fantastical additions.

It also helped that he seemed to be a nice, chill person, and a handsome one at that, too, based on the smattering of pictures he had of himself on his feed. Please, let me imagine a world in which someone as ideal as him — or what I knew about him — wasn’t beholden to anyone for a moment.

His latest post was a drippy bust of a snarling wolf with full moons for eyes. The caption simply read: ‘Mood.’ I smirked as I hit the like button. Did I mention that he drew wolves a lot as well? Sometimes his wolves were feral; sometimes they were humanoid, but still wild. The latter featured heavily in his conceptual works, albeit as hazy, indistinct forms, like blurry photographs. In any case, I liked that he had a fondness for wolves and werewolves, as the constant presence of the full moon in art of the latter would suggest. Anyone who liked wolves was a-okay in my book. Anyone who liked werewolves was even more so. Because.

An interrupted connection between my brain and my reflexes led me to visit his profile. Instead of returning to my feed, my thumb gravitated toward the message button at the top of the screen. Not a single cell in my body resisted this turn of events despite the restored connection. Oh, what the hell. Why not? Like, what were the chances he’d read my message? He had tens of thousands of followers, a likely considerable chunk of them being bots aside. He must receive DMs every other minute. I’d be another sycophant in his sea of fans. Or he’d see my homely mug and locked profile, and he’d think I was driven to add to his never-ending count of unread messages simply out of misguided thirst.

The beauty of the Internet was that it made ‘out of sight, out of mind’ fairly easy to put into practice.

I got the following out of my system and into his inbox: ’Hi! Hope you’re doing well. I’ve been following your Instagram for a while, and your latest post just made me want to say your art is amazing. (I can totally identify with the sentiment behind it.) I especially love your more abstract pieces. There’s something so … raw about them. And I like that you seem to like wolves a lot, too. They’re beautiful animals, and your art really captures that about them. Anyway, keep up the great work! Take care.’

I exited Instagram, not caring about the rest of my feed anymore and not wanting to feel like I was stalking my notifications for something that’d never come. My phone buzzed with several notifications as I went down my Reddit homepage. I swiped away the banners with green icons that pelted the top of my screen. Those could wait. What couldn’t were the banners stating that I had a new message and a new follower request from —

‘Oh, my God!’ I said, loudly enough for me to hear my own voice above my music (the chorus of Walk the Moon’s ‘Shut Up and Dance’ at half of maximum volume, so … loud). Not one soul on this lightly populated bus acknowledged my exclamation — not even the woman sitting next to me. (Come on, lady, the front was mostly empty.) Thank God for technology making hermits of us all. Or my sudden outburst paled in comparison to the shit that could happen and had happened on public transport. When you took long journeys as I did every day, you’d see some real shit in due time, too.

I launched Instagram for the second time this morning (stop judging, Screen Time) and the first time ever with trembling hands. The notifications were real. I approved his request first. My mind raced to recollect anything on my profile that might make him regret his decision to let my piddling photos of food, myself, my cat, and random junk take up precious space on his feed. Nope, couldn’t think about that now, because I was now staring at an actual, honest-to-God message from George:

’Hey! Thanks for reaching out, and thank you for your kind comments. They mean a lot to me, especially what you said about my experimental stuff and wolves. They are stunning creatures, aren’t they? And yeah, I drew that last picture after a particularly rough night. You could call it a self-portrait of sorts, I suppose.’

I snorted. Change the fur colour and make the eyes normal, and it was a portrait of myself every full moon. Okay, not something I could tell someone I just met, let alone a popular artist on the Internet …

Before I could recover from the shock that my inbox held an actual, honest-to-God message from George Holden (that was his last name — the oxygen made it to my brain for me to remember that he had his last name on his profile), he sent another one: ’Anyway, how are you? I took a look at your profile, and it looks like we have quite a number of things in common.’

What, really? No way. Was it the lashings of sweet treats I subjected my stomach to every weekend? The horror and science fiction titles, celebrity memoirs, and comics, sometimes paired with an iced coffee at either a café I put down roots for the afternoon or the one-bedroom house in Waltham Forest I called home, I showcased to put forth some form of air of intellectualism? The cross-stitch projects featuring memes and popular culture icons? His profile was quite barren of anything that could provide insight into what else he enjoyed doing besides his art. Which, hey, was perfectly fine: no one was obligated to share their personal life online.

I replied, ’I’m fine, thank you. I’m on my way to work. Favourite part of my day, really. And really? Like what?’

Most of my notifications that day were from him.

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I was a bustling hub of activity in my seat: A sip of my drink. A shake of my knee. A lift of my phone. A turn of my neck. A shift of my weight from one butt cheek to the other. I was certain I was generating enough electricity to power a lightbulb in five-second intervals. I couldn’t help it. I was so, so excited — and so, so nervous. This was my and George’s first time meeting each other in person. There’d be no screen between us. Actually, what difference would that make? We’d been talking to each other for months, either through text or video calls, the latter more common in the weeks leading up to today. We’d seen each other even on our ‘I’ll put on a clean shirt, brush my hair, and hope for the best’ days. What could either one of us do in person that would irrevocably alter our friendship for the worse? Well …

The sound of someone entering the café stopped me from starting on a list of things that I could do to fuck things up. I looked up, probably the seventh time I did so in the last ten minutes. This was on me. I grossly overestimated the amount of time it’d take me to get somewhere as usual; a natural by-product of living far from the city. Seventh — probably — time was the charm: it was George — and right on the dot, too. His punctuality added to his attractiveness, which had already gone through the roof and was heading straight into the stratosphere. I bit my lip to suppress any unfortunate exclamations. He was a friend, Evelyn … just a friend, and I had no illusions otherwise.

I called out to him. He waved at me and joined me at the table I picked out for us. And the second our eyes met, devoid of any barrier between us, everything about him — and everything about us — clicked.

He was just like me.

And I was just like him.

And he was as astonished about it as I was, going by the long silence that passed between us, a first since we got to know each other.

‘Hi! Oh, my God, it’s so good to finally meet you!’ I said with a grin to break the tension. He broke out into a smile, his posture relaxing. Success. Should I go in for a handshake? No, that’d be too stuffy for a months-old friendship. A hug? No, that’d be too intimate for a months-old friendship, and an online one, too, no less. Was it obvious this was my first time meeting someone I met online?

‘It’s good to meet you, too,’ he said, his expression of cheer unabating. ‘I’m going to get myself a drink first, and then we can shoot the shit.’ His smile turned into a grin. ‘Do you want anything? My treat,’ he added as he spotted me reaching for my wallet.

‘I was thinking a red velvet muffin, please.’ I didn’t know why I didn’t get one earlier. ‘Thank you.’

‘No problem. I’ll be right back.’

As he left, my nerves turned into happiness that I met another werewolf. It was rare to meet other werewolves just about anywhere. What were the odds that two werewolves, one of whom was Internet-famous, would become friends because the other one had a brain fart one morning to send a message to the Internet-famous one? You couldn’t make this shit up. In all the years I’d been a werewolf, George was the first one I knew. I didn’t even know the one that turned me. I got bitten one night, and that was my life changed forever. I figured everything out on my own — I had to. And my puny social network of werewolves made sense: this wasn’t exactly the kind of thing anyone would advertise about themselves.

Once George settled down and courtesies were out of the way, the first thing out of his mouth was ‘I never thought I’d meet another one like me’.

I moved my chair closer to him so that we could speak at length about what we were without the fear of being overheard. ‘Me neither.’ Then it hit me, and I quickly said, ‘It’s fine if you don’t want to talk about it, though.’ Personally, I was okay with what I was. No existential dread here, contrary to what one might expect of a werewolf. It happened. I learnt to manage it in a way that made it not have any kind of significant impact on my life. I refused to let it define me. And honestly, I lived for particularly bad days that coincided with full moons.

‘Are you kidding me?’ His face lit up with boyish glee. ‘I’ve been waiting for this day for so long! As in, us meeting up in person for the first time and me getting to know another werewolf. Two birds, one stone: the only kind of killing I endorse. And I’m so fucking chuffed it’s you. I always felt like I could talk to you about anything, and now that really, really means anything.’ It was his turn to be able to power a light bulb, but in twenty-second intervals this time.

‘Same. How were you turned?’

‘I was bitten during a camping trip with friends a couple of years back. You?’

‘Secondary school. I was walking home from the library.’

‘Shit, that was some time ago, huh?’

‘Almost half my life a werewolf.’

‘Do you know the werewolf that did it?’

‘Nope. How about you?’

He shook his head. ‘Nah. Kind of sucks, doesn’t it, that you’ll never get to know the person who’s changed your life so … deeply? They won’t remember either that they turned someone. If only having kids was like that, yeah? Absolutely no sense of responsibility whatsoever.’ He gave his teaspoon a lazy twirl, causing a faint plume of milk to rise and sink into the dark, bittersweet depths from whence it came. ‘I struggled with what I’d become the first couple of months. The transformations were one thing.’ Oh, yeah. ‘I felt … grotesque. God, the amount of self-pity, like, why was I the only one who had to go through this every month when there were four other guys ripe for the picking? So, I decided to start incorporating wolves in my art to get to know and reclaim that part of me. I didn’t want to see it as something ugly. I mean, you get to experience a kind of rebirth every month. That’s extraordinary if you think about it. And I told myself that like myself, the wolf didn’t ask to be born. Ha, ha. Millennial humour. Anyway. Then the most miraculous thing happened one full moon: I woke up next to a coherent painting that wasn’t there the night before.’

‘Oh, my God.’

‘Right? My more artsy stuff? The ones I hate coming up with captions for? Almost all done while I was transformed. I’d started some of my art — bet you can’t guess which one — on full moons, too, and I finished them after I changed back. It’s as if the wolf knew we were now cool with each other.’ He took a big chunk out of his apple crumble and jammed it into his mouth. ‘Sorry if that sounded like spiritual woo-woo. I’ve been wanting to tell someone about this forever.’ Crumbs fell out of his mouth as he spoke. ‘Shit, I’m such an’ — he shot me an impish look as he swallowed — ‘animal, aren’t I? Fuck, I can make stupid references like that now, and someone would get it!’

I laughed. He was such a dork. ‘It’s not “spiritual woo-woo”. It’s amazing. How is that even possible?’

‘I have no idea.’ He held out his hands in front of him. ‘So thankful we get to keep our hands and not have them turn into paws.’ He waggled his thumbs. ‘Fuck, yeah, opposable thumbs. And I want to say it’s like when artists get high and make stuff. I do know artists who do that, and hey, no judgment. To them, I do the same thing, too.’

‘And here I am, feeling accomplished whenever I make it through another full moon without waking up in a trashed place. Seriously, that’s amazing.’

‘I think that’s what’s keeping me from losing it while transformed. I was surprised people liked those pieces when I started posting them, considering they’re such far departures from what I usually post.’

‘That explains why they’re so … visceral.’

‘Yeah? I figure you’d appreciate them even more now.’ He smirked. ‘And you know, no one really talks about my wolf art, and especially my werewolf pieces. Maybe if I didn’t make them blurry and made them more explicit …’ Oh, he’d get a different breed of followers altogether. ‘But that’s fine. I don’t want my lycanthropy to define me and my work. It’s just a part of who I am.’

‘My turn to say something possibly corny: I like your wolf art because … they make me feel seen, because they’re drawn by you.’

He put a hand on his chest. ‘That’s not corny. I’m happy my art makes you feel that way. You know I don’t care about the likes or comments. It just so happens I like drawing things that make me get likes and comments.’ He pushed his plate toward me and motioned at me with his fork to try some of his apple crumble. I obliged him. ‘Did you ever suspect anything? Not that, you know, I purposely drew wolves and werewolves as a kind of signal for other werewolves to pick up on. That’d be giving me way too much credit.’

‘No, I just thought you like wolves a lot.’

‘Same here. What you said about wolves being beautiful creatures when you messaged me the first time … that made me feel something, too.’

‘Then I’m very glad we got to be friends,’ I said. Born from the same blip in brain activity that set us on this path, my hand found itself on top of his. His touch had a pleasant, almost familiar heat to it.

‘Me too.’ He turned his hand over and clasped mine.

‘I have an idea,’ I said, mostly to distract myself from how right this felt. ‘Do you want to meet on the next full moon?’

‘Sure. I can’t wait to see what kind of inspiration will strike with another werewolf around.’

‘Your place, then?’

He nodded. ‘Unless you’re cool with me possibly trashing your place with paint and stuff. That hasn’t happened before, but who knows? What if wolf-me doesn’t like change?’

I stared at him in disbelief.

‘I can’t help it. You have no idea what kind of beast this has unleashed. Oops.’

We sat and talked in the café the entire afternoon; we took turns treating each other to food and drinks to justify our occupancy. Our conversation moved on to other topics besides the one special, biggest thing we had in common. Just like we didn’t want it to define who we were as people, we made a promise to each other, and we did so over a strawberry custard tart, that we wouldn’t let it become the foundation of our friendship from this point on. It’d be unfair to the moments we shared before this. We were friends because we cared about each other, we brought out the best in each other, we could truly be ourselves around each other, and, honestly, I didn’t think anyone else would have the patience for his goofy in-jokes.

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I lay in front of the fireplace, rejoicing in the warmth it offered on this cool night, while George was working on his newest painting. Since getting to know each other in these forms, we’d been able to exercise better control. For me, that meant greater peace of mind; for him, that meant a more refined grasp of his artistic sensibilities. As with much about our condition, we didn’t question this. What could possibly be a drawback of us spending more time in each other’s company? I now understood why animals curled up by a fire was a common sight in media and real life, too. Wait, what if this, and not George’s presence, was what I’d been missing all my life?

My tail wagging like a fiend when I felt his breath on my skin begged to differ. I licked his face. He gently parted my lips and slid his tongue onto mine. Our tongues engaged each other in a playful scuffle; the fire crackling in the background could only dream of coming close to causing the rise in temperature in the pit of my stomach. The tussle between our tongues didn’t get to turn into something more: he’d had a long night. I nuzzled him to convey reassurance. He lay down beside me and wrapped his arms around me, his hold firm yet tender. We fell asleep like this, keeping each other warm long even after the fire had died out.

We wished each other a good morning with a kiss — no, two kisses, and we got ourselves ready for the day. As we were having breakfast, George piped up, ‘Do you want to see what I painted last night, love? I’m really proud of it, and I think you’d love it, too.’

I nodded excitedly, my mouth too full of scrambled egg to speak.

He returned as quickly as he’d left the table. His hands held on to a painting … of me curled up by the fire last night. The figure was the clearest, most detailed he’d ever done; the lighting was phenomenal. ‘It’s beautiful,’ I said, tearing up a little, frankly. ‘I love it. It’s going to look so good in our new place’, along with the recent paintings he’d made of a similar nature. He’d come so far from the gauzy forms that once populated his attempts at capturing his — our — condition on canvas.

‘Of course, when I have the most stunning model.’ He gave me a peck on the cheek. ‘I love you, my muse, my mate.’

#exophilia #terato #werewolf #monster love #monster romance #mine #fun fact #I wrote this story in early october last year #and it's kind of truth in television for me now

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sometimesrosy · 4 years ago

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what’s your ao3?

oh hey, I was just over there this morning because someone left a comment on one of my stories. I haven’t really written and fanfic since I started ghostwriting. I think it’s taking up the same need to write fluff and romance and happy endings but I’m getting paid for it, and then there’s no energy left to write the unpaid stuff (this is actually a problem for me.) also i kind of got fed up with fandom and couldn’t stop remembering that some of the authors and readers over there are the same people who have attacked me and harassed me and called me names here and on twitter. and youtube. i’m not even on youtube. so it made it “unfun.”

but I still have one novel (Into Eden, the one that got the comment,) a half dozen novellas (The Air Is Fine Up Here, Cold Weather, Coming Home, The Valley [unfinished,] Academic, Proof, Got You, The Carriage House and The Arkadias/Just Having Fun (c/b pov companion novellas,) and almost fifty other short stories, one shots, novelettes and yes it’s true some are unfinished, but that’s the name of the game.

I would like to transfer some of them and make them original works to self publish, mostly the romances rather than the scifi ones, which are too close to the source material to count as original, but that’s a lot of work. I did actually turn “Moonshine” an unfinished project where I did a crossover between The 100 and one of my own unpublished original science fiction novels, into an original novel (I got it down to 130k finally!) and am querying it now with agents.

Maybe it will be easier to work on those projects when The 100 isn’t on air anymore, and I can feel free to speculate and go crazy without issue of fandom drama and krus and canon and shipping. idk.

wow, that’s a lot all to just say I’m rosymamacita on AO3

rosymamacita is also my handle on nanowrimo if you’re wondering. I was rosymamacita before I came to fandom but the url became problematic in a problematic fandom so I changed it. it’s easier being sometimes rosy instead of everybody’s mama (mother issues included.) I suppose this was an ao3 update. i haven’t quite given up on it, i’ve just moved on to other projects that provide more money and less anxiety. ao3 is supposed to be fun.

you can also find my writing/art blog @rosy-writes i’m not so much posting original content there as I am writing about writing and collecting info, art, inspiration and advice. oh while we’re at it,

instagram, (a creative life in the country,)

twitter (mostly writing/creativity/current events, i try to stay away from fandom,)

pinterest (be aware it’s HUGE, i have not just lifestyle but cooking, fashion, LOTS of art, homeschooling, decorating, gardening and a lot of boards on writing which mostly all start with “to write” and are sometimes writing advice and sometimes inspiration boards for my projects.)

redbubble and society6 where i have actually posted my work and you can buy my paintings or stickers of them or, like tshirts. or you can just browse and look at my portfolio. there isn’t any fanart, i’ve never really done fanart. i didn’t know that was a thing when i started (i was 5).

I suppose my official blog is where I’d give you updates on where you can find my published writing (which I swear I’m working on getting published but keeps getting pushed back to, you know, make a living and homeschool and be chronically ill and raise kids and all. so I’ll put it here and eventually you will get real updates and I’ll get it all set up.)

tl:dr rosymamacita on ao3

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raccoonfootproductions · 6 years ago

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An important comment from a Glitch Techs board artist!

Left on a Vailskibum94 video about the show’s production being halted:

Hey guys! Phil here. I'm actually a board artist on the show (I'm the dingus in the bottom right corner of that crew photo.), and I wanted to chime in here for a sec and give you guys the lowdown. For starters, thank you all SO much for the support in the comments. We've been working on this show since.. man.. 2016? It's been a long ride. My fellow crew members and I have really put everything we had into it, and it's hopefully going to blow you all away. The last two days have been super weird. We were just as surprised as you all are now. Most of the story team actually got up and went on a hike this morning because, hey, why not right? But it's been a long two and a half years on GT. Eric and Dan are amazing showrunners. Trust me when I say this one is something special. Which brings me to the second bit- and this is something I really want to clarify- Glitch Techs is NOT cancelled. It is still going to air! I know Vailskibum talked about this in the video and definitely did mention it, but I wanted to reiterate. If you're already interested in the show, please, please tune in and watch! That being said, I don't have an air date to give to you all. I'm 100% sure Eric will put it on his instagram as soon as he's able, but for now, stay posted. I'd leave my IG handle here but that seems too self-serving and most of my content is just dogs and post-it doodles so... maybe not. Go follow Jules at wolfsteak on IG. He was the guy in that interview in the video, and he's one of my best friends. He's also talked about this whole thing a fair bit on his twitter. But legit, look up any of the board artists that work on glitch, and I guarantee you'll see us shouting the airdate from the mountaintops as soon as we find out.

Now, realtalk. First off, thanks to Vailskibum for making this video. Having you guys on our side is a good feeling. Again, we've put blood sweat and tears into this show, and to see you all so excited for original content is heartwarming. I keep searching the internet for leaks every day, hoping you guys have found more art or made more fanart, etc. SO many awesome sketches of Miko that I've seen, and a few of [redacted]. Actually, have y'all found out his name yet? I know 4chan leaked some stuff. Anyways, there's one bit that I want to talk about here, and that's a line around the middle of the vid that discusses why Nick halted season 2. I'm going to be blunt- straight up, I have no idea. But it isn't for lack of enthusiasm. The network, the show runners, all of us- literally everyone at Nick is SO hyped for this show. I'm telling you, Ian Graham, our SP, worked on Avatar, Korra, Zim, etc- and I can't quote him directly, but every time there's a lock animatic screening all he tells me about is how hyped the execs are for this. And he's seen some amazing work come through this network. To Vailskibum's credit, his guess makes sense. I'm not trying to undercut anybody here or jump in at the last second with a "well actually" comment. I just want to have a dialogue with you guys- the people we're making this show for. The viewers that seek out this content and want it, and support it before it's ever even seen the light of day. I'm not going to lie and say that there are some things I can't talk about. But I want you all to hopefully know and believe me when I say that Nickelodeon, and specifically the Glitch Techs show-runners, are flat out amazing. It's easy to think of a big network like this as a machine sometimes, and I certainly wont defend every decision that has been made in the past (mostly because I've only been there for 5 years), but I also don't want you to walk away from this video thinking that they're some evil corporate monster that set out to shut us down. I think Nick is on its way somewhere great. Glitch Techs is a huge stepping stone towards that path.

I've said a lot, so bare with me. Ultimately, I'd ask that you guys check the show out when it comes out. It's going to freaking rock. I know that sounds like a no-brainer statement from someone that worked on it, but trust me on this one. I can fully admit when my art is bad. I'll be the first person to tell you- but this ain't that. Everyone on this crew has a passion for storytelling, games, movies- you name it. We want to entertain you guys. I live for those "hell yeah" moments in movies. Han Solo taking out those tie fighters in A New Hope still gives me chills. And I don't claim to know what the future is for Glitch Techs, but I'll say this- if you want to see more, watch more. Let the network know! Nickelodeon has a social media team that actively DOES listen to you guys. I know Narbeh pretty well, and he WANTS to hear from you all. Like, if you've made a video about Nick in the past, I guarantee you that we've all probably watched it. We love seeing you guys get hyped for things. We read these comments, and so does the network. We live in an age where social media is so omnipresent, and fan influence has the ability to do amazing things. Be respectful of course, but if you're a fan of the show when it airs and you want more, voice it! I know I'm beating the proverbial horse here, but I love this show. It's true, season 2 is on pause. It happens, and that's just life sometimes. There's no denying that. But YOUR reaction shapes this. We do this all for you. Without you there is no Nickelodeon.

I'm going to cut this off before it gets too cheesy. It's already like half the length of Dune. Thanks for reading this far, and for listening to us and, furthermore, for supporting us. I cannot express how thankful I am. You're all Techs in my book.

TL;DR: Glitch Techs is NOT cancelled, Nickelodeon is actually enthusiastic about it, and it needs our support when it airs.

#glitch techs #nickelodeon #nickelodeon animation studio #nicktoons #animation news #animation

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officialthiamlibrary · 7 years ago

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Welcome to another profile on Behind the Screens, giving you personal insight on who your favorite creators are and what they do when they aren’t wowing you with their creative ability.

This week, I’m excited to bring to you our first artist, Dalyane, or Da-Smiley99. Although, in her case, a more appropriate title would be jack-of-all-trades. As our resident fic writer, song-inspired pic spam creator, and incorrect quote aficionado, she shares her inspiration behind incorrect quotes, her writing persona, her meta-author plans to dictate Thiam’s relationship, and much more! Take a look :)

So, Dalyane, let’s ease our way into things. Tell us about yourself. The catch: the word count should be equal to or less than the number of letters in your two favorite Teen Wolf characters’ name.

Stiles Stilinski + Theodore Raeken = 25 : My name’s Dalyane, I’m a ray of sunshine in human form. What I want the most is to make people happy with what I do.

And, how did you find the Thiam pack? What about Theo x Liam drew you in?

To be honest, I don’t have the slightest idea. It just came smoothly to me. When I saw Theo and Liam interacting, I was just drawn into it. I was drawn by the silent conversations in their eyes, every word that came out of their mouths that sometimes meant something else or something they haven’t said, their mutual violence towards each other. (I absolutely hate violence, but I don’t know why I’m deeply hypnotized by their banter and their complicated Like/Hate relationship).

I’m like the most oblivious person ever, I wouldn’t even know if somebody is hitting on me, but there’s something romance-worthy (Is that even a word?) about their complicated relationship that drew me in the Thiam fandom.

Not mentioning Theo’s past, Liam eventually learned to trust him at some point even if he was still a little hostile towards Theo. A little part of himself learned to forgive him, so he could fight alongside him. In the entire sixth season, I felt like they developed a whole new relationship based on building trust. Apart, Liam and Theo are quite strong alone, but together they cooperate, fight and act like they were a “whole”. Liam may not trust Theo yet, but I felt like his body, his own being told the opposite. I was extremely glad to see their relationship grow with their characters. So long story short, I just basically just dived into it. And it’s without a damn shame that I can say that I don’t even regret liking them together. And it’s also not because of the amazing, beautiful and breathtaking gifsets on Tumblr...Not at all.

Yes!! That sums up their relationship perfectly and worded so well. Let’s keep that going for a moment. Say this was a ‘Stranger Than Fiction’ situation and you could alter their relationship, their lives with your writing. How would they live through the following scenarios:

a. Their First Date:

Oh, they would know for sure they’re on a date, even if it’s not a date. Theo and Liam would hear my annoying voice every five minutes. Like Liam would ask Theo to hang out at his place, it’s just two dudes hanging out, nothing extraordinary really. But I would still break the nice atmosphere by saying random things that comes from their heads. Like -Wow, Theo’s ass looks great in those Jeans, Liam thought- or -Had Liam’s lips always been that pink?- and God, they would be as red as tomatoes. Awkward much.

b. Their child’s first boyfriend/girlfriend

Theo would absolutely refuse to admit or say out loud that he doesn’t like his child’s significant other. It would hurt his pride, but he doesn’t want to hurt his small bean and his husband, Liam. Of course it’s my job! Theo would be outraged, but it would be so worth it.

c. Their first conflict as an official couple

Because of me, their fight would last for 5 minutes maximum. They would be in a situation where Theo would get jealous because he thought some random guy was flirting with Liam, when in fact he was just being super friendly. So Theo was being an asshole out of jealousy. Liam would start getting angry at him, asking what was his problem but Theo wouldn’t respond. I would just whisper in the air: “Hey, he was jealous you dummy.“ Then they would apologize to each other, followed quickly by a make out session. Yeah, you’re welcome Thiam.

Haha, honestly, they’d be lucky to have you running the show! Piggy-backing off the craziness you’d put them through, sometimes, characters find themselves in situations they aren’t sure they can get out of. In your life, is there a time you found yourself in a situation like that and what did you do?

Oh god. Almost nothing happened to me in my life. But I will share this particularly embarrassing moment of me. So one day I was going to my high school, I was inside the school bus. But suddenly the bus stopped at my old middle school, then our chauffeur turned to us saying our high school was closed because of the snow.

So we went inside the middle school to call our parents so they can pick us up. But that day my mom was working, so she wasn’t available. My grandma didn’t pick up the phone either. So I was like “I can’t stay here anyway, what should I do?” Then my stupid old self just got out of the school, walking all the way to my home. Yeah, I was pretty stupid back then.

I was freezing and couldn’t see a damn thing in front of me because I was in the middle of a snowstorm. A random guy slowed his car close to me and asked me if I want to get in. Then I remembered what my mom said about getting in a car with a stranger, Oh hell no. I lied saying I was close to home, so he would leave me alone. It worked.

30 minutes later I think, another car stopped close to me and a woman speaks to me, “Get in, I won’t let you freeze on the road.” I hesitated, obviously. Until I saw my friend in the passenger seat. Finally, I got home safely! I was incredibly embarrassed and horrified; I felt like an idiot. I never thought that I would get home. Holy molly, that was terrifying. When my mom asked why I was home early, I lied to her saying that the chauffeur brought all the students home in the morning. Well, I’ll never ever do that again.

Oh my goodness! Girl, I’m glad you got home ok and didn’t freeze to death! Before we jump into your work, who would be on your ultimate paintball/laser tag team. Any five characters from Teen Wolf. Also, Why?

I would have Stiles on my team, because he’s extremely smart and no doubt he would make up an excellent strategy on the field. I would have Theo, he’s also smart, but he’s a bit reckless and surely takes risks a lot so it can come in handy. I would have Malia, she’s a badass and would dominate the field with some girl power! (You go girl!) I would have Corey, he’s very subtle, doesn’t make a sound and he definitely would blend in the background and that is definitely handy for sure. What a great sneaky sniper.

For the last member of my team, I would take Mason, he will probably use his charm and his charisma to lure the opposite team’s members. Or just make jokes and references to his favorite Tv shows. That kinda does the job too.

Perfect! And now your work! *Rubbing my hands together in anticipation*

You do a little bit of it all when it comes to creating for Thiam: fanfiction, fanart, edits, incorrect quotes. Which would you say is your favorite art form? And how do you balance creating them all?

I guess my favorite form of art is writing. I had a talent for writing since I was a kid. I could express myself better on paper than with my voice. Many people had a hard time to believe that everything I wrote came from my mind, because I can’t express myself properly when I talk. For me, writing is an art and fanfics are masterpieces. Writing has been a way for me to escape the real world, my problems and my worries. Writing is a way for me to talk indirectly to readers and expressing my feelings to them through my writing.

It’s kinda hard to balance my creativity in my posts, because I always do something different. If I see something I like on Tumblr, Instagram or Twitter, I tried to include it in them. I always try to get better. I’m trying to find my own style and keep it. I’m saying it again, I want to make people happy with what I do and when I get positive comments on my works, that makes me want to get better. A part of me does all of this for my followers, to put a smile on their faces or make them laugh. Seeing them happy makes me happy too.

And, if your process was a person, describe them. What do they do? Wear? Listen to?

Well, she’s pretty thoughtful. She always paces back and forth in her room, trying to find a title to her work. She bases her work mostly on the title, that is most of the time based on a song. She’s always in PJ’s and some good old crocs. She just sit on her bed, listening to her favorite songs, TV shows, movies or her favorite YouTubers. She’s a little lazy girl, I guess. I can’t really blame her, it’s how she is. :)

What would you say is both your (and her) Writing Kryptonite, haha? How do you fight it?

It’s really strange, but I can’t write anything if I don’t listen to some music. Music always has been the source of my imagination, I just didn’t realize it until a few months ago. If I don’t have my phone and headphones on me, I can’t do anything. I need music to write. Depending to the meaning, the lyrics and the beat of the songs I listen to, my works change. If I write something sad, I listen to songs about heartbreak, death, breakups, etc. If I write something fluffy and happy, I will listen to songs about happy endings, falling in love, weddings,etc.

When I know exactly what to write (theme, feeling expressed in it and other minimal things), I know instantly what song to listen to. Every time there’s music in my ears, I get in my own writing world and my hands just start tapping on my keyboard on their own. This is pretty unique, huh? Music gets me really emotional and I can’t do anything about it. It’s very strange. Since Music is the source of my creativity and imagination, it’s very rare that I have writer’s block.

To get rid of my writer’s block, I simply sit back on my couch and close my eyes, listening to some soft music. I take a break, because I can’t write something for a whole day, I would get a huge migraine. I would just relax and let everything come to me.

Your love for writing with music. Is that what inspires your song edits, like this one? What makes a song shout Thiam to you? How do you choose images that embody both the song, their relationship, and your writing for it?

I always choose a song that reflects their complicated relationship and what they’ve been through. I choose songs that are very specific for them, that express their banter, their problems and their backstories. Depending on the songs I choose for my edits, the colors, the pictures and themes are different with each one. For example, for a sad song, the colors and pictures of my edits will be darker, the theme of the edit will likely be sadness, sorrow, breakups,etc. For a more happy-go-lucky song, the colors and pictures will be clearer and brighter, and the theme of the edit will be happiness, calmness, comfort, etc.

Everything I do in my edits will change with the song I choose. I chose pictures very carefully, they have to call to me (my creative style, I mean). When I find something perfect for my edits, I just know it. It’s hard to explain it, but I can feel it in my gut when I got something good. I’m a weird phenomenon.

And, incorrect quotes. How do those come to you too? Are they inspired by things you see of hear in everyday life?

Most of them are inspired by my favorite YouTubers: Game Grumps. It’s a gaming channel, where two grown men play some video games while sassing each other, telling semi-bad jokes, swearing 95% of the time and saying perfect incorrect quotes material. Most of them came from the mouth of these awesome guys. Is it the time when I say you should check their channel out? Yeah, go check it, please. :)

Oh wow, one of my roommates watches their channel religiously!! I’ll have to join her sometimes, when I hear them blaring from her room haha. You’ve recently started a new multi-chapter fic, Catch & Release. Can you give us a quick summary, for anyone unfamiliar.

The story happens one year after the events of season 6. A mysterious girl come knocking on Liam and Theo’s door, seeking their help. Her name is Skye Andrews.She’s a true Alpha who’s fighting against an hostile pack that plans to take Canada. When they saw that she wasn’t a threat and saying the truth, Liam and Theo accepted to help her, also accepting coming to Canada.

And did something inspire the concept?

I don’t even know. It just weirdly came to me just like that, while I was listening to the song “Catch & Release” by Matt Simons.The story made itself when I listened to the lyrics of the song. Now you know where the title came from.

Finally, you know I have to ask. Are there any spoilers you can slip us?

Eventually you’ll get to know all of my original characters I included in the story. I can’t give any spoilers, because I still don’t know where this story is going. But here’s something I know for sure: Nolan/Alec and Thiam will be canon at some point in the story, I just don’t know when exactly. But if you want some precise informations, my ask box is always open.

Hahaha, fair enough. I guess we’ll have to read along and see. Ooh--perfect question segway. Bonus Question-if you could read only one author/fanfic writer for a whole year, who would you read? And what story of theirs would you horde?

Without hesitation, I say Captainmintyfresh (@Thiamfresh on Tumblr). I just adore her writing so much. It calls to me and her writing style absolutely hypnotized me. She’s incredibly talented and I just can’t stop reading her works. “Airplanes” is by far her best work. I think everyone should read it; it’s a piece of art, a masterpiece. I’m not even exaggerating. Her writing is truly amazing; it gives me the chills. I really wish I could write like that. She can capture the personality and the dynamic of the characters in the Teen Wolf universe. The way she writes their interactions is truly a treat. Seriously, If I could read her works forever, I would. She’s incredibly talented.

I share that sentiment, wholeheartedly. You’re not alone! Before we wrap, I want to ask about advice because I think it’s amazing when we’re given the opportunity to learn from one another. What’s the best writing/drawing/edit-creating advice you’ve ever gotten? Is there any wisdom you could gift us?

I didn’t get any advice in writing, but I would like to give some. If you are struggling with your writing, just take a breath and lean back to look at your work. If nothing comes out, it’s useless to work endlessly and working your brains out. Just take a break and work on it later. There’s no need to be rushed, take the time you need. Writing can be hard and demands a lot of concentration and creativity. Just take the time you need, take breaks and write everything you like. You are the creator of your story.

What’s next for you? Both in life and the creation world?

Well, I’m taking a year off of college. It was becoming too much for my brain to handle so much anxiety every day. In this year, I will eventually think about where I want to go and what I want to do. Maybe it will shorten my time for writing, but I want to do the most I can. I guess there’s nothing next in the creating segment, I’m just going to continue writing and drawing. But there’s nothing huge specifically.

Any creating is always a perfect amount, so I’m sending you all the luck and inspiration juice in the world! Anything else you’d like to share, in general. The floor is all yours! :)

This concerns anybody reading this. I’m saying this for the third time now, but I’m writing fanfictions, doing edits, drawing fanarts and writing some incorrect quotes for you (all of you). I’m doing this to bring a smile on your faces, make you laugh and make you feel so many different emotions with my work. Seeing you guys happy, makes me incredibly happy. On everything that I do, don’t be shy and comment on my works. If you like my writing style, if you like how I make aesthetics, if you like my incorrect quotes or just quotes in general and if you like my fanarts, go ahead and tell me about those things. I probably won’t respond, because I have a social life outside of Tumblr and I’m actually pretty busy.I want to get better not just for myself, but for all of you. I don’t want to let anybody down and I don’t want to disappoint anybody. I really hope that I meet your expectations. I love each one of you (I’m definitely not crying right now).

Awww! And so with that, BTS presents Dalyane, Da-Smiley99! As always, you can keep the conversation going; respond to any of her thoughts, ask more questions, send a prompt, or simply swing by for a chat with Dalyane anytime. To quote her, she would be “absolutely thrilled” to receive your thoughts! If you’d like to dive into her works, check out both her AO3 and Tumblr.

Tumblr: Da-smiley99

AO3: Dasmiley99

Ask Box: Da-Smiley ask

A huge thank you to her for being so excited about our chat and sharing us piece of her life with us!

Have a Thiam Creator you fan over, from any platform (AO3, Tumblr, Wattpad, Instagram, FFN, etc). Definitely drop us their names. Bonus points if you include any questions you’re dying to ask them.

Likewise, if you as the creator, would like to be a part of the Behind the Screens series, give us a shout too! We’d love to get to know you, as well.

Mic drop!

#thiam #behind the screens #teen wolf #da-smiley99 #officialthiamlibrary

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mymistakewriting · 7 years ago

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YouTuber AU part 2 - Isabel, Farlan, and Levi headcanons

So I decided it was a great idea to a) do more headcanons for this particular AU, and b) actually write a damn story for it. So this makes yet another large project I'm taking on for one of my fandoms based off of headcanon ideas. I have plans to post it here as well as on my AO3 account, though I haven't decided if it'll be a long multi-chapter or just a series of one- or two-shot stories. I might do both, actually. That being said, I hope that these headcanons are as enjoyed as the ones for this AU that I posted before.

Levi:

Levi is less put-together in his live streams - his clothes aren't as carefully picked (they still look neat but they're more relaxed) than in his videos

His only complaint about their Day In The Life video was that the fans saw him in his just-woke-up state - unusually messy hair, a pair of loose sweats and a tank top.

His very first live stream was one of the three he's done on his own. He spent about two hours on YouNow talking with the fans about everything and nothing and drinking tea. It was the first time that he had a conversation with the fans without throwing a million insults and he found that he rather enjoyed it but he spent a good portion of it feeling a bit awkward because he didn't know what to talk about next.

Fans have given him things before at an organized meet-up that Isabel, Farlan and him decided to do - a lot of the fans either made him artwork or mix CDs of music he's either talked about enjoying or things that they've suggested that he said he'd be interested in giving a fair try, and he's had a few give him different kinds of teas. He's always really grateful for the gifts, but he says he'd prefer they not waste their time on doing something like this for him. (He spends a good hour or so when he gets home going through and taking pictures of everything, posting it on social media with a long message and actually mentioning the fan who had gifted him the object if they left their usertag. Lots of love being shared here, guys)

Once it got out that Levi's birthday was on Christmas, the fans immediately took to wishing him a happy birthday and a happy holiday season on social media. He's extremely flustered the first time it happens and goes a bit tsundere, but he expresses his gratitude for all the well wishes once he calms down. (As a bit of revenge for Isabel letting it slip and Farlan not stopping her, Levi lets the fans know their birthdays too so they can get attacked with well wishes come the days.)

He's had noise complaints before from their neighbors - keep in mind that their house is separated from their neighbors by a pretty good amount of space. Farlan has actually stuck his head in during a video (the scene was left in because it was easily the most amusing thing that had happened to Levi in a long time and he wanted to share it with their fans) to tell him that the cops were at the door with a noise complaint, that he might want to tune it down a few hundred notches to avoid further problems.

Has seen some of the fanfiction that the fans write about the three of them - has also made sure to leave comments behind on some of the works he actually reads, and has actively been reading one during a livestream with the other two. (The person who wrote it had been watching and sort of exploded in the chat when Levi read part of it out in an amused tone for Isabel and Farlan to hear. He has no shame in admitting that he reads the works that the fans make.)

When fans ask him why he reads their stuff, he responds with 'because it's interesting and I like knowing that the people who watch our videos are creative and not a bunch of idiots who can't string two words together'. (Note that he keeps far away from anything smut related, because he doesn't want to know what they fantasize about involving the three of them, it isn't worth the trauma.)

He's bad about posting small videos on his side channel periodically and leaving everyone confused - why is there a thirty-two second video of a closed box? Does this mean something?

He has actively made mix CDs for the fans at a meet-up before, because he wanted to give them something back for their support other than more videos and live streams, but didn't want to do a giveaway.

If you think he isn't protective of his fans, you are wrong. He will slaughter anyone who tries to harm them, just the same as he would if someone tried to harm Farlan or Isabel.

He's had a fan come up to him and hand him an envelope at a meet up before. He'd shared a look with Isabel and Farlan before he sighed and opened it to read the letter that was enclosed - the whole thing was literally just a huge, long thank you for giving them the push to save themselves from self-destruction. Levi stared at the words on the page for a long while as if they'd answer how he'd helped before he just gave a small smile and wrapped the kid in a hug and murmured 'life's tough, but you're a lot tougher, brat. Remember that or I'll kick your ass'.

He does not care one bit to let fans think that he's dating one or both of his friends - it's amusing, and honestly, what they think isn't important to him so long as he's happy with himself.

Farlan:

His room is covered in fanart and letters. They're everywhere - tacked to the walls, pinned to the cork-board he keeps for organizing things, laying on his bedside table and dresser. It's why he almost never films in his room.

His live streams are super cozy - he keeps a candle or incense burning, and they discuss anything and everything and they usually wind up talking about spirituality and meditation and stuff.

When the fans wished him a happy birthday, he sort of narrowed his eyes at Levi before he huffed and smiled and responded to the messages with his thanks. (he mentioned Levi in a tweet and Instagram post later on and called him out for being childish and involving him in something he had no part of)

He's set off their fire alarm a couple times by accident, but he's never actually set fire to anything. It's mostly because he overcooked something and the smoke set it off.

He was the one in control of the camera through most of the Day In The Life video, so the fans got to see their usual day-to-day that morning - Farlan is always the first one up, and he puts on tea before moving to wake Isabel and Levi up (which was unusual, but they had plans and needed to get a move on). The fans loved the fact that the three were so open with them about how they were in the mornings - they found Levi's grumpiness and disheaveled state adorable, and adored Isabel's tired giggles at some of what people were tweeting at her and Farlan's own tired smiles and soft comments about the state of the house being unusually messy.

He's always the one who deals with the noise complaints from Levi's work - he explains it away as they have work that requires that level of noise, he's sorry, they'll try to keep it down. But it happens at least once every two weeks. The cops have stopped caring enough to come out.

Has read a couple of the stories the fans have written, but isn't as into it as Levi is. He appreciates the work they put in and has left comments behind on some of the works he really enjoyed.

Whenever they have a meet up, he makes a bunch of sweets for the fans and has hand written notes to put in the bags with the treats.

The fans have given him artwork and letters and cute little things for his videos and stuff at meet ups, and he's always super grateful and spends a long time talking about it (he always makes a video the following day thanking everyone and sharing what he'd been given, plus he uses the things he's gifted for his baking in his videos until it breaks or gets lost).

He's posted little videos as jokes on his side channel - usually immediately following him reading a particularly cute fanfiction - of him and one or both of the others. He's very affectionate with the two of them as it is, but he likes to tease the fans for their writing by being overly affectionate.

He's also very protective of his fans, and he's gone to great lengths to make sure they're safe - he's walked a girl home before because she walked up to him and discussed his videos and seemed nervous because some guy had been following her for the past hour.

Any time a fan thanks him for saving them, he turns the gratefulness back to them with 'I didn't save you, you saved yourself. I'm just glad that I was able to give you the strength to do it'.

Isabel:

She has a lot of fanart hanging up in her room too, but any letters or gifts that she's given by fans are organized carefully - the letters are in folders and set on her dresser and desk, and the gifts are scattered randomly. The fans love seeing her film in her room, because they can see how much care she's put into taking care of the gifts she's been given.

Her live streams are pretty random - they cover everything and are usually filled with a lot of jokes and laughter and stories that she isn't going to tell in a video. She usually has hot chocolate or an energy drink with her during these, and more often than not, she spills said drink.

When the fans wished her a happy birthday, she responded cheerfully and tagged Levi in a post on Twitter with 'you cheeky bastard' and got 'turnabout is fair play' in response.

Everyone has lost count of the amount of times she's broken something in one of her videos - usually a mug or a picture frame. She always replaces it immediately

During the Day In The Life video, she was a bit surprised by people calling her morning attitude cute, but she was rather happy with that. She spent a lot of the video with her usual amount of energy plus some.

She doesn't really help with the noise complains - she's gotten a few of her own.

Doesn't really read the fanfiction, but Farlan and Levi have both forwarded her a link to a few that she really enjoyed. She doesn't comment, but she does remark on them in her live streams and acknowledges their skill. She finds it cute that they're so fond of them that they'd write fanfiction of them.

When it comes to meet ups, she is prepared. Comes ready to give a million hugs, and has Farlan help her make little crafts for the fans and writes cute little notes for them.

The fans like to give her small plushies of animals - she has an army of them, and she keeps all of them on display - as well as fanart and letters.

She doesn't tend to post short videos on her side channel - she's the one who uses hers the least - but when she does, it's always just little clips of animals she's run across outside.

She can be super protective, but she isn't as good at paying close attention to detail like Farlan and Levi, so she mostly just tells the fans to message her if they need her help with something and she will answer and help them if she can.

If a fan thanks her for saving them, she kind of just responds with stunned silence for a while before she tells them that she didn't do anything to save them, they did it themselves and she couldn't be prouder of them for doing so. She's glad that they think so highly of her, though.

#youtuber au #attack on titan #levi ackerman #isabel magnolia #farlan church #modern au #I'm sort of obsessed with this idea #I have a lot more ideas for this au #hope you enjoy!#askbox is open!

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vidderinserts · 7 years ago

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Fandom on Fire || Jack x Friend!reader

All it took was one word, one little tag and you watched your dash explode. You squinted your eyes at your neighbor, who grinned over his coffee cup and slurped loudly. "You're a sadist." You commented calmly, thanking Signe when she offered you a muffin. "I'm a genius." The three of you sat on your porch early in the morning, a regular thing you did every Saturday since befriending them. You hadn't known much about 'Jacksepticeye' other than the fact that he was apparently loud, which he had off handedly earned and apologized for in advance when you met. Signe and you got on like a house on fire, and you occasionally took impromptu photo shoots together for instagram when Jack was recording. Most of the photos were deleted or never saw the internet but it was great for your photo album. She was the one who mentioned his community online, and how she'd seen so many other talented artists because of fanart of the two of them. Curious, you had decided to type his name into the search on tumblr. Which led to now; you glaring at him as he chuckled, and Signe rolled her eyes. "He's quite proud of himself," she noted. Jack nodded happily, faded green fringe bouncing. "Who even is this Anti person?" "He's a glitchy lil guy!" The gamer exclaimed, tossing his head about. "Are you seizing, love?" You questioned, concern quelled when the Dane beside you just laughed. "He's being the 'glitchy lil guy.' He's like a weird.... frozen screen but not frozen?" Despite her fumbled words, you nodded. It made enough sense that you supposed you could see it in his randomized head flinching. "You look ridiculous, Sean." "You're just jealous," the Irish man pouted, hiding his face behind his mug once more. "You're actually setting your fandom on fire." Signe laughed at that, pushing a curled lock behind her ear. "If it makes him happy." "It does... meanies." - Hey my darlings! So just a heads up, not EVERYTHING I post here is gonna be shippy... obviously. This blog is here for me to express myself and make others and myself happy and sometimes friendship is what we need. And I think Sean and Signe would make the best friends to have coffee with on a Saturday morning

#platonic relationships #jse x reader #wiishu x reader #just some fluffy friendship

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miaka02 · 6 years ago

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Im writing here because I know no one will read it...because I know no one will care...and because I need to write it somewhere...

I feel really down tonight...i feel really down for months but tonight is pretty hard... i feel like no more hope...i want it all to end so badly...

Months ago, when it all started, I decided to cut all my links so that today I am all alone, on my own, no more friends and a family that I avoid as much as I can. My secret dream? To die. It is my only wish...the only think I ask for every day and night. I know I might sound cruel because lots of ill people; poor people; people living in war and danger everyday might kill to live my life...and Im sorry...sorry to feel this way...sorry to be like this...

The truth is Im ill too...not physically... but still. Do you remember that video where Jonghyun speaks about how comforting people..? He touched me right in the heart...I am one of those people...sick of everything. And like he says the truth is I know I should move, do something, but I just can't...everything is so hard...everyday is a new fight...every morning starts with tears like "why didn't you call me back? Why an other day?" Im not into suicide...Im not strong enough at the moment...but how I wish I was! How simple it would be to just...decide it and goodbye...

Like I said I am on my own. I am jobless so I spend all my days and nights alone...

The past view days...I had a small passion...more like an escape door...a way to forget everything for a while. Fanfics. And it worked...JongKey fanfics took me away...made me forget...made me dream. And for that I would like to thank all those writers for sharing their stories...all the "shinee false quotes" artists who always imagine amazing dialogues and situations...also all the artists for their fanart...all the people who made me smile...at least for one second...

I also would like to thank 5 amazing artists for their magic spell on me. Last year, those men rushed into my life and even if I tried to fight against it (i was a "forever jpop" person)...today they are my only light...Onew is the sun I needed. One of his smile and I melt..his laugh...his way to act...his voice. Everything about him is so precious. Minho's voice has a special power on me. When he comes to rap in a song, my body moves on its own...and his laugh is so contagious...his competitive spirit so funny. Then Taemin...the one who got me into SHINee (because さよならひとりwas in Japanese and it was the first I heard) the most amazing dancer... an amazing worker that deserves respect ... and at the same time so funny and clumsy sometimes. Then...Jonghyun...the one I feel the closest for several reasons...his amazing and unique voice so sweet...pure...and strong...powerful at the same time...his deep eyes full of messages...his warm true smiles (not the broken ones...not the fakes one...those are painful to see..even more now) .. he became my confident...the one I call when I cry ... the one I speak to when I feel lonely ... the one I ask for help ... he is linkef to the moon for me too even if some people think its stupid...it makes it easier to bear...and I get out only to see him...to great him....to tell him how beautiful he is. And then...last but no least...Key. I am so grateful I was able to know such an incredible person. He is true...never bother to hide his feelings...he is just him. He wants to wear something he will do it no matter what people will say...same for his hair. His voice can be recognize amongst thousands...his way to move is just...omg! And I just love his personality...the way he always updates his instagram to keep a link...the way he is so adorable with his little freaks...I never was able to write to him even to comment on his post...after all...im nobody and...I don't want to bother him...Im already a burden for too many people but did you see he allowed us to send him private messages too? Most of the famous people would block that pm thing...but not him...he is that kind of person...a great person...a beautiful soul.

I love them all...and thank them for everything...if they could know how their songs are important for me...but despite of them...

tonight is really hard...I wish "they" could hear me tonight and finally allow me not to wake up tomorrow...but I know I will...I always do...in tears...fighting to be able to stand and then...praying for some sleep to escape...to be like dead at least for a while...

How I wish it could just stop...right now...😢

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