#this was the hardest one to write. to really capture my idea

[wingedfuncomputer]

The outskirts of Town

Remmick x fem!reader

Summary: Living far from town with a father who treats you more like a maid instead of a daughter proves itself exhausting. Secluded like a bird in a cage, a boring cycle life becomes until a random man shows up one night striking up an innocent deal. In name of your chicken coop you accept letting him in. Though as time passes & whispers of violence roughing a sweet couple up around town has you rethinking this weird relationship you have created with the Irish stranger who seemed to come out of thin air.

Warnings: naive!reader, apart from that none really just your father lowkey being rude to Remmick cause he’s Irish 💔.

Authors note: This is just a slice of what I’ve been writing for Remmick. My actual word count for the story is 8.5k as of now, close to finishing but I wanted to see if it’s something you Remmick lovers would want to see (I know it’s pretty lengthy). My story is aimed at not just the romance but scare factor? If that’s what you can call it. no full fledged smut or healthy romance here just trying to ground myself in realistic outcomes. I don’t think that man could love normally lmao. Let me know what you think!

Word count: 1.4K Fic playlist Full Fic!

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From a far his eyes locked on her. Right as the sun set she was tending the little chickens, ushering them into the coop. Softly, she tried her hardest to close the door as if not wanting to scare them. A regular passer by wouldn't glance an eye she was a normal little thing, but not to him, not to Remmick.

It was primal how he always found himself being dragged back to her every time the sun decided to hide behind the horizon. Her sweat, her skin, her pulsing blood enticed him as if he'd known her before. She was too sweet to ravish like all those ol' people he had left a mess of before. He let himself get enveloped in the idea that his human mind,what little of it remained had.Affection. With that utterly disgusting revelation he decided to knock on her door to put an end to the feeling once and for all. Heavy, knuckles contacted the chipping paint of the wood.

You had been sweeping the floor when you heard a noise coming from the front door. A little startled your active swipe back and forth stopped confused by who would be visiting your father so late at night. Most people weren't out after sun down. "The floors ain't gon' sweep themselves keep at it girl". His gruffy voice made you grip the wooden stick tighter negating the fact it caused splinters to get stuck to your skin. It was old, long due to be  thrown away but your voice was nonexistent in this house. With a small creak a hesitant humble from a very male voice spoke, "good afternoon... sir".  You whipped your head around intrigued but found your father's body blocking the man who stood at the door. "State your business". He had never learnt kindness, it was a foreign thing to him. "I'm just a lowly traveler going on by, was wonderin' if you could offer some hospitality". A huff emitted from your father as the man continued. "My wife she's no longer with us.. I must find myself across the state but the sun is beating and unforgiving".  Your heart  ached for him, he sounded defeated. Your father surely would say mean ol' things to him n’ get violent. But suprisingly he laughed barking your name then proceeded orders at you, "fetch this man a cup of water". Only for a split second when he turned were you able to capture a glimpse, the man already looking directly at you. His features resembled my father's, except for his frame he looked thinner his face covered in what seemed to be a mix of dirt and sweat. You nod and quickly keep your eyes down. Whilst you grab a tin cup and fill it with water by the sink you hear the small hushing of their conversation asking where he was headed to and why. Your steps are weary making sure you don't spill the water.

"The Catholics did a number on my people kindness is hard to come by. Could you let me in don't want to bother the young lady much?" His first comment is what makes your father's demeanor change, you see it from a few feet away as his back tenses. He ignores the man's request to come inside, "Where you from boy?". Once only a few inches away you decide to lay down the cup by a piece of furniture near by. Eyes creeping behind your father's shoulders it was obvious to see the man was not a boy. He had good amount of muscle on his arms and lines on his face. There's a glint of a smirk in the strangers lips as he glances at you no lack of confidence, "Ireland". That's when your heart drops, with poison your father spits "get your filthy Irish ass off my f*cking property".

"I don't mean no disrespect, I'd still appreciate that water" he takes a step forward which makes your father push him you yelp afraid they'd have a full brawl and the innocent man would end up in his grave. "You won't get nothin' here ! Leave my property". Your hands go up to your father’s arms as you can see his anger exalt, his fist itching to make contact with the Irish man's face. "Father please..." his face full of anger is concentrated on you before shoving your hand away and instead drags you inside from your arm instead. "It's best if you learn to keep away from men like that ." He speaks as if the man wasn't there, you can't help but take a look once behind you once more offering a look of "I'm sorry" before the front door is slammed shut by your father.

That whole night you couldn't bring yourself to sleep tossing and turning, imagining what that poor man was going through. You didn't hear about him the following day or day after that until you found yourself reluctantly putting yet another dead bird into a sack. They were being  ripped to shreds, you made sure the coop was secured each night so what could be killing them? It was sundown, the night air hitting your skin in a way that made your hairs stick up. "coyote... or fox" your body jolts hearing someone break the silent spell in the air. Immediately letting the bag fall and taking steps back as you twist to see who the voice belonged to. "Apologies I didn't mean to scare ya". It was hard to see in the darkness but the moonlight along with your small lamp on the ground allowed you to see enough to say, "your the man from a few days ago". He was standing behind the fence that surrounded your chicken coop. "Guilty as charged" you couldn't help but laugh along with him. "I'm Remmick" he extends his hand towards you which you can only just stare at. It would've been appropriate to say your name and envelope his hand but you don't. Remmick you repeat in your head liking the ring it had to it. "My Irish hands too dirty" he murmurs to himself  which makes you start to ramble in apologies insuring his heritage had nothing to do with your lack of a response. " f’course not It's just that, no offense sir your a- your a...." Your stuttering makes heat flood your cheeks in embarrassment . "A stranger?" He says it so casually no anger laced in between his words just light heartedness. You both stare at each other in an awkward pause before you find the courage to nod. Guilt weighs in your soul after reflecting "I'm truly ashamed about what happened last time, my father...-that is no way to be treated". He just smiles, a little huff of air being exhaled as he leaned into the fence, "it happens more than you know darlin' nothin' personal". His deep voice grumbles nicely when he calls you by that little pet name making your stomach flutter. It must've been as clear as the night sky you weren't allowed around men often, let alone other people.

Remmick seems intrigued by you growing quiet tilting his head to the side as he quirks , "the way across the state ain't an easy one.. stayin’ around these parts is easier. would help if I had a place to rest... ". You would offer him your home in a heartbeat but you knew how your pops wasn't fond of him, let alone yourself. He could barely tolerate you so how would tolerate this stranger . His eyes are trained on your every twitch, your chest constricting and trembling hands playing with the loose fabric of your skirt. It was quite nice really it felt like you were a lil' rabbit troubled by your surroundings. Yet You were unaware that the greatest danger wasn't your father, no not your  father it was the devil himself looming over you in this instant.

He smacks his lips making you look back at him once more. His pointer finger is near his mouth faking thought, "well I might just got a deal that could work for both 'f us". Your eyebrows furrow in confusion but you still hear the poor man out. "I can help ya with the lil' chicken problem... in exchange I get a piece of shelter". His eyes nudge at the forgotten sack beneath you then trail up your frame to your face. Your teeth grind in contemplation. If he helped manage the death of these chickens father would probably lay off my back, let me go in town for food trips or what not for the farm.

"So what da ya, say? You gon' let me in?"

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[theliteraryarchitect]

Hi, this is a really specific situation, but I'm at a loss. I had an accident that left me with lasting brain issues, and my writing has taken a hit. I went from being able to churn out a 3k word chapter in a day to needing an hour to write 50 words. I have so many ideas but can't express them, and I hate writing as a result. I know practice and just pushing through are going to be the main pieces of advice, but do you have any other suggestions or resources for someone who is having to re-learn how to be a writer?

Hey there! First off, I’m so sorry this response took me so long. Your Ask really stuck with me, and I wanted to give it the thought and care it deserves.

I can’t imagine how frustrating and heartbreaking it must be to go through such a big shift in your writing process. Losing that ease and flow—especially when you have so many ideas—is a huge adjustment. It’s a testament to your creativity and drive that you’re still thinking about how to keep writing despite the challenges.

You’re absolutely right that practice and pushing through are often the go-to advice, but I think it’s equally important to give yourself permission to grieve what’s changed. Writing can feel like such a core part of who we are, and when it’s harder than it used to be, it’s natural to feel a sense of loss.

Here are a few suggestions that might help as you navigate this:

1. Try Different Mediums: If typing feels like slogging through mud, maybe experiment with dictation software or voice-to-text tools. Speaking your ideas aloud could help you capture more words without the same strain.

2. Focus on Smaller Goals: Instead of trying to write full chapters, set tiny, manageable goals—like jotting down a single image or one sentence that excites you. Those little wins can add up and feel more achievable.

3. Explore New Ways of Outlining: If you’re struggling to get the words out, focus on the ideas instead. Create bullet points, mind maps, or even doodles to capture the essence of your story without the pressure of fully fleshed-out prose.

4. Be Kind to Yourself: This is the hardest one, but it’s so important. Writing isn’t just about the final product; it’s about the joy of creating. Even if the words come slower, every step you take is progress.

And don't forget to give yourself a ton of credit! Re-learning how to write in a way that works for you now is an incredible act of resilience. You’re still a writer, and your stories are still worth telling, even if the path looks different.

Hope this helps!

Bucket

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[happypotato48]

Recent GMMTV BL Shows, Passion vs Commercialization 

Yee fucking Haw bitches I'm very bored and in need of something to write and as person who have complicated relationship with GMMTV and still can’t decide what to do with it, I'm gonna start talking mad shit and ramble for a bit of which recent shows feels like they have passion behind them and which recent show feels more like products to keep the BL engine rolling. this post gonna be unhinged, unkind and unbothered so if those are not you jam then.... Suck to be you!5555

Let start with a show that just finished airing, The Heart Killers. well well, Khun Phi Jojo kha i see what you were trying to do (mostly) despite this show lacks of good writing, or coherent plots and abysmally bad editing. i can tell that there are passions behind the screen of this mess of a show. most of the actors ate their roles and the casting are pitch perfecto. this show is in the middle on the Passion vs Commercialization line. there was effort and soul behind the wheels, but sadly the car was in a horrible shape and drive by a person who really seems to be running out of idea and is only here to churn out rushed products to be consume by ravenous hungry BL fans.

Next is Perfect 10 Liners a show by New Siwaj my soon to be senior and my trash fav?? director. as a We Are defender i have this weird and very fuck up relationship with this man cause omg this show is hot garbage 80% of the time. the first 8 EPs ForceBook arc was dumb, cliche and irritating to watch. then there PerthSanta next arc that was also kinda the same for the first half then somehow got kinda good at the end. and now with the current juniorMark with started off with a really interesting plot of the queer guy who is dealing with internalized homophobia finding a space in this BL bubble. this show feels like a souless cash grab BL made to fills the air time but somehow by the the virture of being so goddanm long some good ideas are leaking out of this stinky hole.

And now to the hardest one to talk about for me, Ossan's Love Thailand. I really want to love this show y'all, it's EarthMix in Oassan's Love ffs but so far, all i can think about this show is how much mid it is. the jokes are uneven some landed really well some were just straight up not funny. the biggest sin of this show is how much wasted potentially it is, it fails to capture the spirit of the original but it still inoffensive enough for me to not hate it. the passion and the love for the original are there but because of GMMTV unwillingness to commit, this show fallshort of being a great passion project and is kinda a modicare product of a show.

Ok i'm saving best for last, it's ThamePo Heart That Skips a Beat time! omg this show is so swoony and i can feel the passion for romance from behind the screen 50 kilos aways. this show has a better cinematography than most usually GMMTV shows and because of that the quietness and the atmosphere made room for the characters and the story to breath. the writings are great and the performances are good all around. i still have some doubt of whether or not the show would land in it themes of idol culture but even if it doesn't i still think this show passion for romance should be greatly appreciated. also, Jun is the best bitch boy third wheel and no matter what other people said i liked that we had a semi love triangle (i'm a trash rebel baby.)

[silverofthunder]

☆ there's something inside me ☆

Copia (Frater Imperator) x Reader + Papa V Perpetua x Reader || 🔞

summary: ”I have no idea how this will work but we can at least try to figure this out, right?”

content: 3k words, hurt/comfort, romance, cheating (kind of), NSFW-ish, polyamory, lot of emotions

i don't even know what brain fart i got that made me write this but at least i had fun while writing! more about Papa V this time as i have wanted to write about him. still trying to figure out his character, though. and my beloved Copia is there, too. ♡ hope you enjoy!

The look on Copia’s face was full of sadness and jealousy and your heart sunk in your chest. You were leaving on tour with Perpetua and the crew the next day and while a part of you were excited, the another was devastated.

Copia stepped closer to you, opening his arms and you surged right into his embrace, burying your face into the crook of his neck, breathing in his scent. It usually brought you comfort but this time it felt the opposite.

There was a robe knotted around your heart, slowly tightening while tears prickled in your eyes. You pulled slightly back, capturing Copia’s lips in a kiss and Copia’s leather covered fingers dug into your lower back hard.

The kiss tasted bittersweet but you had to promise that you would come back to him eventually. To show that you were still there and that you had time for one night together.

**

Leaving the bed in the morning was at the easiest yet the hardest at the same time. Copia was reluctant to let you go but in the end he knew that he couldn’t hold you back. You went quickly to bathroom to make yourself presentable and when you got out, Copia had gotten himself up from the bed but he hadn’t dressed up.

You knew he wasn’t going to come out to say his goodbyes. It would be too hard for him.

You walked to him, studying his face, heart heavy in your chest. Then you leaned in to kiss his cheek and turned to leave, grabbing your suitcase and handbag on the way.

The sound of the door closing after you echoed in your ears during the walk to outside. Perpetua was still standing close to his bus, giving you a rather sharp look when you walked past him.

You knew you were a bit late but you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

**

The first shows went by fast and you were kept busy enough that you had no time to get lost in your own head. You could even say that you enjoyed your job and having all the people around helped to keep you sharp.

Perpetua, however, was a bit of a mystery to you. He didn’t talk much, just observed mostly, his gaze sometimes so piercing that it felt like something was drilling a hole through you. It was weird but not really unsettling – at least your gut hadn’t told you to run, yet.

If there was something you trusted fully, it was the gut feeling. So far it had never let you down.

**

After getting the permission to enter the room, you were still hesitating when you slowly pushed the door open.

Your eyes found Perpetua immediately, and he stood up in all his glory, turning to face you. You pushed the door closed and walked to set the things you had been assigned to bring on the nearest table. You could feel Perpetua’s gaze on you the whole time and when you finally met it, the intensity of it was quite fascinating.

Then a small smile made its way to his lips and he stepped closer to you while you were blinking, standing frozen in place. He stopped close by, tilting his head, and you hold your breath, waiting for his next move. The situation felt strange – this was the first time you had had a moment like this with him.

”Everything alright? You seem a bit… tense.”

The last word sounded… hoarse and you swallowed, your throat feeling suddenly dry.

”Yeah, yeah, I’m good,” you managed to answer and before you even realized, your feet were carrying you to the door and out of the room.

**

You were hurrying to your bus, ready to crash into the bed but to your luck Perpetua was waiting for you there, by the bus. You tried to ignore him, stepping inside the bus but he came between the door just as you were about to shut it.

”Can I come in?”

You let out a long sigh before moving away and letting him in, knowing it might not be the best idea. But now that he was in, it was too late to back away, so you just shut the door and returned your attention to him.

The next part you weren’t prepared for. Perpetua was surprisingly fast on his moves and you were soon trapped between the kitchen counter and him. Your heart was hammering in your chest as you stared at him with wide eyes.

There wasn’t that much space between your bodies and you could feel his warmth all over you. Or maybe it was your own body just reacting to the sudden closeness, you weren’t sure.

Perpetua lifted his hand, slowly bringing it under your chin, flashing a smirk at you before leaning close to your ear.

”You belong to my brother when you’re at the Ministry but when you’re here, you’re mine.”

That voice, god dammit. You might have as well found yourself as a puddle on the floor. You drew in a deep, shaky breath and Perpetua pulled back, his gaze meeting yours. White together with green, just like his brother had, but so different – sharp, laced with slight creepiness.

And as much as you hated to admit it, it was somehow thrilling.

**

That moment at the bus started something between you and Perpetua. A game of sorts, where you shared moments alone, talking a bit, touching each other here and there, building the tension but it never went further.

Deep down you knew you shouldn’t be doing it yet you did nothing to stop it.

Because somewhere, even deeper, you craved for it. The thrill, the dubiousness. It started to become addicting and you wanted more, eventually deliberately arranging situations when you two would have a moment for yourselves.

And of course Perpetua noticed it, teasing you about it. You enjoyed every second of the game and as it went on, the lines started to blur even more, the tension growing into new dimentions. It felt like a different world where you were living in now.

**

It was only a matter of time when it all came to the point where you couldn’t just stand the tension anymore.

The tour was a bit over half-way through already, and after one night’s show, you found yourself on Perpetua’s room, waiting for him to arrive. When he finally came in, you stood up from the couch, and it only took one glance between you to know.

Everything happened so fast it felt like blur. In one moment you were kissing, the next you were on the couch on all fours, naked, completely under the mercy of Perpetua. Sweaty bodies gliding against one another, hands gripping hips tight, the stale air around hanging heavy as you finally let out all the build up tension.

Both driven by inexplicable lust, chasing the high like there was no tomorrow. Because somewhere, in the back of your hazy mind, you knew that tomorrow would be different.

**

The game had changed, now decorated by a nagging guilt at least on your part. If you weren’t honest to Copia, it would kill you. So the first chance you got, you called to him and told him what had happened, the words just slipping past your lips.

After that there was just silence and you stared at your phone screen, trying to read Copia’s face but it was hard due to tears blurring your vision. You wanted to apologize, say anything, something to ease the feeling within you, but nothing came out.

You had gotten yourself into this mess and there was no right way out. Nothing would fix the damage you had done.

It felt like forever before Copia spoke again.

”I always had the feeling that you and your heart needs more than just me.”

**

”Why do we keep doing this?”

Perpetua let out a long sigh, moving so that he could look at you. The couch was a bit narrow for you to find completely comfortable position and sweaty skins caused some unpleasant friction when one of them moved but you just ignored those facts.

The look in Perpetua’s eyes was now softer, the tiredness probably already weighing on him.

”Because we want to,” he answered, placing his hand on your chest, right where your heart was beating, steadily, content.

”Oh, not so possessive anymore, then?” you had to shoot back and in the next moment Perpetua’s hand was wrapped around your neck, his lips curving into a smug grin.

”I know you know who you belong to. And so does my brother.”

”So you’re willing to share me with him?”

Perpetua leaned close to you, his lips almost touching yours.

”Perhaps.”

**

The tour was nearing the end and on the other hand, you were feeling a bit sad. In the end you had grown to love being on road but you were also glad you could soon return to Ministry, to Copia. You had talked to him more lately, trying to figure out the situation you were now in, and Copia had been surprisingly chill, listening to you without interruptions.

You were more than grateful for that but a part of you was going mad as you weren’t really getting any negative reactions from him. You had expected him to be furious and sad, even say that it would be over between you and him for good but there had been none of that. Slight disappointment was all you had gotten, otherwise he had been like there hadn’t happened anything out of ordinary.

It was strange and made you question if Copia truly loved you.

When you one night brought it up on the phone, the look on Copia’s face made you regret it immediately. He looked hurt, so hurt, and seeing it made your heart sting, uncomfortable feeling settling into your stomach.

”I’m so sorry,” you whispered, tears running down your cheeks.

”Don’t be, love,” Copia said, sighing deeply. ”We’ll talk when you come back, okay?”

You nodded, trying to get the air properly into your lungs.

”Good night.”

And with that, he ended the call.

**

Perpetua was sucking on your neck while your hands were roaming over his naked form, wanting to feel as much as possible. He nibbled at your skin, the sensitivity once again catching you and making you gasp, your nails dragging along his back as your body was screaming for more.

These moments had become a weird kind of comfort for you during the tour and you hoped they wouldn’t have to stop when you returned home. But you still didn’t know what would await there. Everything could become crashing down when you would settle your foot back into Ministry.

You would hate to lose this – whatever this was between you and Perpetua. Lust, infatuation, you didn’t care, really – you just didn’t want to lose it. But you also missed Copia, his touch, everything about your life together, so much.

You were brought back to present by the sharp sting in your neck, a curse slipping past your lips.

”Bastard,” you breathed out and Perpetua just laughed huskily, starting then to lead you to the back of the bus where the bed was located.

**

When the last show was over and you all were heading back home, the dread started to creep into you. It settled deep, making you feel a bit nauseous. You had hard time staying put and you were checking your phone million times during the trip.

There were no new messages, just the latest Copia had sent you when you had announced that you were on your way home.

Can’t wait to see you, love.

You stared at the words like they could fade away at any moment. But no matter how many times you blinked or didn’t, they didn’t disappear. Obviously, they were just words on the message app, but they brought at least a bit of comfort to you. Silence would have been the worst.

Everything felt a big mess, the more you thought about it but slowly you had also started to understand that some things were now making more sense. It was scary to discover new things about yourself but at the same time it felt more… liberating.

The tour had opened your eyes or rather Perpetua had done it – or at least he had helped you a little with his own way.

**

The bus stopped and you gathered all your courage to step out of it. When your feet met the gravel securely, you lifted up your gaze, seeing Copia already making his way to you. Your heart flipped in your chest and you dropped all your luggages as Copia wrapped his arms around you with a force you hadn’t expexted.

Your hands were shaking as you slid them around Copia, the tears flowing free as the familiar scent of him hit your nose.

Oh Lucifer, how much you had missed him.

You broke into proper sobbing show, all the emotions crashing over you at once and Copia just held you, whispering something your brain couldn’t register at that moment. You were just happy to be there, in his arms.

It gave you hope that maybe it all would be okay.

**

The next few days went by in quite a blur as you slept quite much, the tour fatigue having hit you like a truck. A good rest was indeed needed and when you finally started to regain your energy levels, it felt amazing.

Copia had barely left your side, made sure that you had everything you needed, and you couldn��t have been more grateful. But now that your mind was starting to finally be clear enough, you couldn’t help but think that the inevitable was still ahead.

You smiled when Copia brought you tea to the bed. He sat down close to your feet, watching as you took a sip from the tea. The taste was just perfect, the warmth nursing your stomach, and you took a few more sips before setting the mug aside and moving closer to Copia, taking his hand in yours.

”I’m so sorry. I never–” you were cut off by Copia’s lips. The kiss was chaste, lingering, and you melted into it straight away.

When Copia eventually pulled back, the look in his eyes was soft.

”No, don’t even start–”

”For fuck’s sake, we need to talk about it!”

Copia was looking at you bewildered, eyes wide, mouth hanging open. He clearly hadn’t expected you to react so strongly but your patience had worn off. This needed to be addressed now.

”Do you regret it?” Copia asked, voice quiet but not wavering.

You blinked confused and when you finally realized what he had asked, the answer was there, within you, clear as a day.

”No.”

”Just like I’ve said on the phone a few times, I’ve known that I haven’t been enough for you for a while now. I just didn’t know what it was exactly you needed. Now I think I know,” Copia explained, his hands cupping your face gently, and tears prickled in your eyes. ”I want you to be happy and if my brother can give you something I can’t…”

Tears fell down your cheeks and Copia gently wiped them away as you just stared at him, trying to process his words.

”Are you saying that you would okay with me being with both of you?” You had to make sure that you hadn’t misunderstood Copia.

Copia nodded.

”If that’s what you want and need.”

**

The silence was kind of awkward as all three of you were standing in Copia’s office. Copia was playing with a pen, you were leaning againt one of the shelves and Perpetua was standing on the opposite of Copia, Copia’s desk between them.

You were eyeing the brothers as if waiting for them to start a some kind of a fight. Obviously it wouldn’t solve anything but at least it would be better than this silence. You let out a heavy sigh, getting the brothers’ attention.

”Fuck,” you mumbled, swiping your hand over your face. ”Say something, anything.”

Copia and Perpetua shared a look, maybe a mutual understanding passing between them.

”Well, I guess we both have made our sides clear, so it’s up to you, love,” Copia said.

Another sigh left from you and you moved closer to Copia, placing your hand on his arm, giving a gentle squeeze to it. He offered you a small, encouraging smile and then you moved away, walking to Perpetua.

His piercing gaze captured you, a smile passing his lips as he placed his hand under your chin. The gesture reminded you of the moments you spent in the throes of passion and you could feel the heat coloring your cheeks.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Perpetua smirked, brushing his thumb over your lips, knowing well what he was doing to you. You drew in a sharp breath, slowly releasing it, and then you glanced at Copia who was looking at the scene you and Perpetua made.

They were both waiting for you to speak. The pressure was hanging there upon you but it didn’t feel too heavy – deep down you knew that you only had one option. The one that would make you happy, that let you be fully yourself.

”I need you both,” you finally admitted. ”I have no idea how this will work but we can at least try to figure this out, right?”

The brothers nodded and your heart started to feel lighter, the weight that had been there for weeks now slowly disappearing. You motioned Copia to come closer and for a moment he seemed to hesitate but eventually approached you and Perpetua and as he was close enough, you took a hold of his hand.

Perpetua dropped his hand onto your arm and your gaze moved between the brothers. It was kind of hard to believe that you were really going to do this relationship thing with both but you wanted to believe that you could make it work somehow.

And if it wouldn’t work in the end…

Well, that was something you could worry about later. Right now you wanted to the see positive side and just let yourself enjoy the ride.

[partycatty]

I can't get enough of young Johnny MK11! I love him, god!🥵 How do you like this topic for fanfic? Fem!reader put his jacket and glasses on his naked body, and took sexy selfies.😎❤️‍🔥 Johnny saw this aaand here I’m already giving way to your fantasy hehe~

Thank you in advance! I like the way you write! Well done💕

i'm not sure if i read it right ?? lmk, but i went with my interpretation

johnny cage > call me

johnny's out late working, as usual. you've had enough of waiting and decide to bait him into coming home early

warnings: PHONE SEX TEEHEE

notes: do you guys also like genuinely tweak out wishing he was real? he's so perfect? peak malewife? wishing u were [REDACTED] his [REDACTED] rn?

masterlist

• you were often left to your own devices when it came to living with johnny. he, after all, was a star constantly running around on new projects. any studio would be at his knees for just one contract. he was hollywood's richest man, and you were lucky to call him your boyfriend.

• sure, it had it's moments. the paps stealing upskirt shots from you wasn't ideal, neither was the bush stalking. but you could see past that. what was hardest was when johnny would be gone all through the night, dressed in that stupid ninja mime getup that you learned to loathe since it pulled him away more than his other works. does the world really need a ninja mime trilogy? yes, apparently.

• boredom overtook you, since browsing on your phone for eight hours was now becoming a horrible habit on your neck - and mental stability. you took to mopping the floors, tidying the countertops, dusting his awards. finally, you settled on your walk-in closet.

• it was spacious, big enough for you to each get a side. your side was always decently organized to your liking, but johnny's was... atrocious. jackets hung on one sleeve, some on the floor. the only thing that was neatly organized on his side was the giant rack of sunglasses. he always had a pair to match the outfit and occasion. he probably had about three pairs on him at work.

• as you tried to rearrange his clothing, his distinct, classy scent filled your nose, sticking to the inside of your nose and you couldn't help but feel heated. you missed him, him and his dick. you took a deep whiff of his iconic blue and purple jacket, the one he left at home knowing he'd have to get in costume anyway.

• you threw it over yourself, embracing your torso and spinning in the mirror. it fit him perfectly, but on you it was like a blanket. the sleeves sagged off of your arms and your midsection was swimming. his size was impressive, his form shaped like a greek god.

• you couldn't help yourself, the memories of him and scent turned you on. blame pheromones, dammit! but, you realized you could take advantage of this.

• throwing your shirt off, you donned the jacket again, wearing it like he does - chest exposed. a purple pair of sunglasses practically screamed your name from the rack and you put them on. you looked just like him...! no, not really.

• touching yourself in his clothes was not a new idea, but there certainly was a new idea blossoming in your head. you pulled your phone out and snapped a mirror selfie, trying to flex like he does but your muscles were muffled from the loose fabric.

• how's this for the next cagecon? you text johnny, attaching the photo. you didn't expect him to reply right away, considering he was at work. but before you could lock your phone for the moment, his name popped up within milliseconds.

• don't take me away from work, baby! johnny replies with a winking emoji.

• what if i want to? it's so lonely in your mansion, you reply with an angel emoji, sitting on the edge of your shared bed as you fight a grin. you angle the phone downward, capturing your bare chest. your nipples brush against the jacket, making them stick out through the front. johnny takes a moment to reply, but you feel your phone vibrate once, then twice, then three times.

• fuck, you're so hot in my clothes.

• i'm taking my break early. can't work with a boner.

• the third message was a short video of him palming himself through that stupid costume. the only thing you can thank that outfit for is how prominent it makes his bulge.

• phone sex through texts was also nothing new to you two, considering the distance. as your fingers sink under your panties, assuming that's where things will go before you get a fourth message.

• call me. please.

• you sit up straight, biting your lip. his desperation always got you going. you kicked your pants and panties aside.

• you send one last photo, your body spread out on the bed in his clothes. your hand conceals your dripping pussy playfully.

• why should i? you shoot the message out, giggling at your own words.

• johnny doesn't even reply, he opens your message and calls you. you eagerly accept his call. his voice is echoey and rough. you realize he's hiding in the bathroom. his breathing is heavy.

• "are you proud of yourself?" he asks in a low rumble, trying to stay quiet but his flustered huffing makes his voice whiny. "look at what you did."

• he sends a photo. his cock is eager and out, and you see a teardrop of precum on his tip. you happily exchange that photo for another one, a short video of you gingerly touching yourself. he lets out a breath he didn't know he was holding.

• "i couldn't wait til i'd get home," he admits, and you hear the slick sounds of him jerking off. "i want to, i want to come home and fuck you like that, but i'm here for another two hours."

• "you couldn't have waited?" you ask in disbelief, circling small loops on your aching clit.

• "no." johnny's reply sounded so sure of himself, so convinced in his words. he was as firm as he would've been if you asked him if he killed someone. he knew this to be a fact, he could not wait. "i can't help it, sweetheart. you're just so... god."

• his breaths get heavier and needier, you can sense he's speeding up on himself. you try to match what you assume is his pace, one that he confirms through another video. he held the phone below his dick, giving you a delicious view of his abs and bobbing adam's apple as he swallowed hungrily.

• his arms were painted white, but his hands were his usual flesh tone since he wore gloves for the costume. even still, his veins were incredibly prominent and really helping you reach your climax.

• "we gotta make this quick, baby," he grumbles into the phone, muffling his moans through bitten lips. you're a little louder due to your privacy, much to his delight. "people'll start looking for me."

• "johnny," you whimper out, back arching up off of the bed. "i'm already close." through your haze, you get a video of you masturbating wildly, the jacket now sliding down to your sides and fully revealing your tits as you fuck yourself. "i-i need you, i need you so bad-"

• "i know, baby," he breathlessly replies, straining himself to avoid moaning out your name and attracting attention. "let me hear how badly you need me."

• you could only spew out utter nonsense at this point as your orgasm is dangerously close. he seems to get the memo, though, and gives you permission to cum with him. your needy cries and his muffled grunts make a perfect chorus that you only wish were in person.

• when your breathing slows, as does his, you hear him chuckle to himself. a new message appears in your chat.

• his weeping dick was cradled in his palm, as was a entire handful of semen dripping down his fingers. he wanted to show you just how hard you made him cum from phone sex alone.

• "round one was now," he mumbles as you hear him tear a piece of toilet paper to wipe his hand. "round two is when i get home. you gonna be ready for it, princess?"

• the phone rests on your bare, damp chest as you fixate on the ceiling. you take the sunglasses off and wipe your face with a smile.

• "i'm always ready," you reply with a giggle.

• "that's my girl. see you in two hours. i love you." and with that, he hangs up, leaving you a naked, sweaty mess that's only concealed in his jacket.

[i-got-the-feels]

Art I Made in 2024

January

Most Popular

Kinn, Porsche and parental angst is popular and even my favorite? No one is surprised

Favourite

Other favorites - Pat and Ming | Pran and Dissaya

Again, parental angst, please pretend to be surprised. I remember struggling to find the right coloring to capture the emotions but I'm glad with the final result

February

Most Popular

Was very big brained of me to make killer paradox x Crime and Punishment quote edits and honestly did an amazing job at it - proud of it

Favourite

The show made me cry. I wanted to honor every life yi jae lived and I think I did that

March

Most Popular

Sapphic pining and yearning with galaxy metaphors? You got it, boss

Favourite

This is a 3 parter

My name x The Glory - my favourite badass woman consumed by hurt, anger, guilt and revenge. Know that I was always love you. This edit will always be special to me because it was my first multiple characters across show edit. Glad I participated in the @userdramas event

Queen of tears - using the stripes and gaps in her memory was very big brained of me

Doctor slump - honestly in love with the coloring

April

Most Popular

I love women. I worship well-written woman. I am in awe of woman who can act out these well-written layered characters. Shogun gave me all of this and more

Favourite

The scene in QoT that hurt a lot. When she refused to marry him - though it's clear they both still love each other. She sees herself as a burden because she is sick and doesn't want to be with him but he finally sees the woman he loves now that the loss is imminent - the hurt and resentment didn't matter as long as he had a chance to build and live a life with her. I think the quote perfectly captures it and the coloring captures the melancholy and clarity they both have and it's my second favorite QoT set of mine.

May

Most Popular

Did QoT have it's problems? Yes. But we're those 2-3 months of watching the joy filled with joy and purpose? Also yes. So of course I made a good bye edit when the show ended

Favourite

23.5 was heartwarming and adorable. This edit was my first time doing social media template and honestly did quite a decent job for first time

June

Even when I don't make edit of shows, I make edit of ✨women✨

July

Most Popular

Shin Ha Kyun playing cunty morally grey diva who began to be morally ambiguous after meeting gorgeous young diva who is unhinged is always magical. Thanks to this show for introducing me to Kim Young kwang.

Honestly love the quotes, it's a combination of few quotes and my writing and dare I say I did a badass job

Favourite

Thank you, a bloody lucky day for giving me yoo yeon seok as bloody murderous psychopath, looking forward to more such roles. This edit's idea began because I saw him all bloody, then I saw Jung eun's character die and was like oh this is happening. The quote for her character was hardest to find but I found a good done Finally

August

Most Popular

I've said it earlier, I'll say it again. I watched the show thanks to @guzhufuren and am glad because hua ein and xiao bao have become my favorite grumpy x sunshine couple

Favourite

It is a two parter

The king of pigs

I was NOT prepared for the ending. They only said the bullying was graphic. No one told me I'd cry even after the episode. Jung min shouldn't have been pushed to do what he did. Kyung min shouldn't have had to live with the guilt of witnessing what he did. The anger, the hurt and the sadness at the injustice of what they experience made this edit

Shadow Detective

The first part of the show was GREAT. The second part was mid. You know what was consistent though? Lee sung min's acting and that's what made this edit - the awe and respect I felt for him and how he acted in this scene at the beach.

September

Most Popular

Knowing that she developed feelings for him drove me insane and bought this edit

Favourite

I am a very huge nerd for Episode titles so really love this set and especially gyeongseong creatures being congruent with theme of boundaries - between morality, power and empowerment was chefs kiss.

October

Most Popular

If a show talks about revolution as beautiful as gyeongseong creature does and I don't make an edit, know I'm depressed (like legit, netting the clinical ICD-10 criteria) or dead.

Favourite

This show was beautiful and I'm happy I could pay it a proper tribute. Murder in a small village, where everyone is guilty to some extent, you will always be my favorite

November

Most Popular - Straight

Yoo yeon seok as rich powerful chaebol tsundere is what my dreams are made of. Honestly this edit was born after THE EPISODE 2 SCENE.

Most Popular - Gay

You know the shows trailer was good. When you are sad by it days after watching and it and it reminds you of the music you listened to in your adolescent years, which then you of course continue listening for weeks to come. P'Aof, gemini and fourth, looking forward to my ruining.

Favourite

The Heart Killers Episode 1 and Episode 2 captured really well the desire - be it lust, to belong, yearning and pining

Kant x Bison - the same kant who doesn't bother exchanging names with his hook ups being disappointed bison left!!! the red and oranges-ish hue to show desire and passion and I'm afraid I ate and left no crumbs with quotes

Fadel x Style - fadel's anger and guilt for having a desire and yearning to be loved and to belong but the anger and guilt not being enough to stop making him feel? Delicious. Also once again the coloring and quotes? Perfect. I devoured. The quote took me HOURS to find.

December

Most Popular

Glad I wasn't alone in loosing my mind over style kissing fadel's scar with absolute gentleness and devotion

Favourite

It's a 3 parter

Kant and Style and Guilt - honestly no one likes what Kant is doing, including kant but hating him for it just shows you don't understand him. Honestly, can't remember doing such a word heavy edit but @ropebunnykant liz's trust in me is something I am forever grateful so for thanks a lot love, this - including my writing, happened because of your tags

Fadel x Style x 10 Things I Hate About You - I have never denied being a basic bitch

Kant x Bison x Stories scene - honestly slapped with the coloring and the quote

Thank you @fujunfuren @ryoun @natahjikio @shenzhiheng @spicyvampire for the tag - I love doing at the end of every year. Nice to see the shows I watched, recollect how they made feel and how they played into the editing

I tag @riggerbison @thisautistic @puppy-phum @sparklyeyedhimbo @fadelsburger @bisonsclothespin @pharawee and anyone who wants to do this

[spikesbunny]

your writing is awesome! maybe one with spike spiegel being a bit handsy?

+ an: hi nonnie!! thank you soo much for the compliment, mwah mwah! also, wrote this in mind with a gn reader <3

minors DNI!!

spike really tried his hardest to hide his affection for you. really. the two of you had agreed that hiding your relationship from the others was better, just to avoid any scolding or messes that may arise.

and he really was trying his best to keep his hands to himself. but it was so hard when you looked like you did. you were beautiful, the true definition of a deity in his eyes. spike would willingly sacrifice himself for you any day, pray on his hands and knees at an altar built for you.

what could he say? he was devoted.

it showed in bed too. spike's hands were always all over your body, whether it was just simply sneaking into his room to cuddle at night, or during long sex marathons where he just can't keep his hands off. he knew your body like the back of his own hand, knew every spot that made you tick, where you were most sensitive.

he had you mapped out in his mind in vivid details.

unfortunately, spike likes drinking. and when he drinks, he looses that cool demeanor he tries to keep. his hands end up clinging to you, massaging at your hips or rubbing the underside of your chest.

the crew had taken note, but they all had different ideas. jet assumed it was just you trying to pacify spike so he didn't so something stupid. faye figured there was something going on between you two that jet refused to see. honestly? it was a mix of both. but in moments like this, with him, you couldn't care.

his hands were like a balm to any wrongs the world had done to you, soothing scars and wounds from previous battles - both physical and mental. spike knew the comfort his touch brought you, yet also knew that the same touch could spark a ceaseless fire in you.

currently, his hands rested on your hips, thumbs rubbing soft circles into the skin. you were seated on his lap, clinging to him. he'd kill for moments like this, kill to have you against him literally every second of the day.

spike's hands move further up, rubbing at your torso now. one sneaks down, pressing against your stomach, relishing in the warmth of your body. he was growing sticky from sweat, the alcohol coursing through his veins. but he wouldn't kick you off.

up, up, up, his hands move, now grabbing at your chest. you turn back, giving him a scolding look. he really should stop, try to keep it between you and him. but he can't.

"let's just let em know, discreetly. they can take it however they want." he whispers, although it's more of a plead. spike can't keep his hands to himself, not anymore. he's tired of hiding his emotions for you behind locked doors. he just wants to shower you with affection every second he could.

in this moment, you couldn't deny him. not when he looked like this, head pressing against your shoulder to place soft kisses on the column of your neck. "fine" you reply to him.

spike almost dies of happiness in that moment, his lips sloppy against your skin, hands groping and roaming your body with new determination.

he was getting you riled up, every touch and kiss like coal to a burning fire. you turn your head, letting his lips capture yours. spike moans into the kiss, his hands growing greedier. instead of their usual route on your upper body, they snake down, holding open your thighs. he was getting needier, wanting to claim your body like he always did.

he'd control himself though. opting to instead grind his growing erection against your ass. damn it all, faye and jet would be fine.

you liked this desperate side of him, enjoyed how he made his infatuation with you apparent. his hands grip your thighs, thumbs tracing random shapes into the skin.

"behave, spike" you hiss in his ear, earning a muffled whimper.

you intended to break him tonight, for his little touchy display here.

©2025 spikesbunny- please do not repost/translate my works on other media sites ♡

[writingsfrombeyondthegrave]

This blog has officially reached 100 (+) Followers!!

You have no idea how much this means to me. I cherish each and every one of you. When I started writing a few short months ago I never expected to receive any attention at all really.

As a result of 20+ people following me just based on Dc Titans, I am happy to announce that they have officially been added to my list for requests!

For the near future I will be coming out with the following fics (in no particular order):

-Dwayne x Half-Vampire!Reader (The Lost Boys)- A casual night with Dwayne after being turned.

Fluff, Comfort, very high chance of the other boys being annoying but that's a given REQUESTED

-Dick Grayson X Vigilante/Titans!Reader (DC Titans)- Reader doesn't believe Dick when he reveals his feelings for them due to his past relationship history. He goes out of his way to try and prove that he's a better person than he was.

Frenemies to Lovers type vibes, Reader acts like an asshole throughout but its lowkey warranted. Fluff with probably just a splash of Angst.

-Astrid Deetz x Gn!Reader (Beetlejuice Beetlejuice)- The final part of An Accidental Haunting, which features little shenanigans that the couple now goes through, now that the reader is alive again.

Just pure teeth rotting Fluff. Reader being a dumbass, as per usual. Flirty reader and also Reader who forgets they're alive now and almost gets themselves k*lled. REQUESTED

-Poly!The Lost Boys x Ghost!Reader (The Lost Boys)- This fic is still stumping me but I'm trying my damn hardest to make this decent enough to post. Poly relationships have always made me a little uncomfortable for personal reasons. (No hate to anyone who is in a Poly relationship, reads about them, prefers them etc.) I don't want to let down the people who are looking forward to it though, so I appreciate the patience.

-Dennis Rafkin X Ghost!Reader (13 Ghosts 2001)- Part 2 of my self-indulgent fic that I am extremely excited to write.

Angst, Hurt and Comfort, Enemies to Lovers (Kind of)

-Tom Riddle X Fem!Reader (Harry Potter)- Chapter 2 where I will be getting more into the story aspect and less of the background information. I'm very sorry that it's taken a while for me to write it, but I promise it is on my to-do list. I am currently doing some research to make the story somewhat more accurate.

-Ryan Kuhn ("The Jackal" from 13 Ghosts 2001)- 13 Ghosts backstory fic loosely based off of the snippet of information that was provided by the 2001 movie. I desperately feel like there was a missed opportunity for a spin off based on the ghost's past lives and their capture by Cyrus. I'm going to do it myself through fanfiction, because I can.

This one will also have many warnings beforehand and I will sat it now, as well as when I write the story. I DO NOT support the character's behavior, nor do I condone any of his actions. Again, this is a character and not a real person, but the point remains.

I will not blame my inactivity when it comes to writing based solely on my depression, but it is a big factor at the end of the day. This milestone does give me a huge boost of confidence to continue writing and that is exactly what I plan on doing. Thank you all very, VERY much.

-Ghost <3

Also: TO THE PEOPLE TAGGED BELOW-

Please COMMENT on which tag list you would like to be a part of. (or if you just didn't see my tag list post and wish to be added) Otherwise, I will just put you in the general tag list. If you do not want to be in any of the tag lists and I tagged you in this, just tell me and I will take your name off the list completely.

If you need a reminder as to the upcoming tag lists, you can find it here.

@yukina23 @aviradasa @lucky-lem0ns @000-colby @humbuginmybones

Credit:

Green ghost divider by: @sister-lucifer

[linskywords]

From this post!

How many fics have you worked on since January? 12, not counting snippets I've started and not finished. (I posted 299,668 words, which is so painfully close to 300K. Should've been less concise somewhere...)

What’s something new that you tried in a fic this year? I had never written a wandering heart story before, and I'd never posted two stories with overlapping timelines in conjunction with each other. I'd never written an ace romance. I'd never written a four-person polycule. I'd also never turned anyone into a worm.

What piece of media inspired you the most? (This can be the fandom you wrote the most for, the one that spawned the most ideas, the one you thought about the most, etc.) I would have to say anonymous tumblr asks.

How many fandoms did you write for this year? Just the one!

What ships captured your heart? I wrote a lot of Jack/Nico this year and a lot of McDrai, and a lot of assorted others. I'm really enjoying the overlapping recent eras of USNTDP players and siblings.

What characters captured your heart? I just want Connor McDavid to be happy 😭

Did you write for any new fandoms or ships this year? So many new ships! Roope/Wyatt, Jamie Benn/Joe Pavelski, Jack/Quinn, the Edmonton polycule, Macklin Celebrini/Will Smith.

What fic meant the most to you to write? Oh man, tough call. Maybe the one where Connor turns into a worm.

What fic made you feel the happiest to work on? Probably the Where You Lead 'verse fics. Writing sub perspective is just the best.

What fic was the most satisfying to finish writing? Probably Help Me Hold Onto You, the Trevor/Jamie WYL story. I had had so much of it in my head for months by the time I started writing it, and the fic itself was such a long journey.

What fic was the most difficult to write? Like a Handprint on My Heart, the Jamie Benn wandering heart story. I made Jamie waaaay too depressed in the first draft and had to tear it all out and start again.

What fic was the easiest to write? The Great Leon Draisaitl Lookalike competition. Practically that entire story came to me in the shower, and then I wrote it in a single morning.

What were your shortest and longest fics posted this year? The Great Leon Draisaitl Lookalike Competition was the shortest at 2,092 words. Help Me Hold Onto You was the longest at 75,926 (though the Quinn wolfverse story will almost definitely be longer than that when it's all posted).

What were your go-to writing songs? I don't usually listen to music while writing, but I did get into Gracie Abrams and Maisie Peters and Olivia Rodrigo this year.

What was the hardest fic to title? Titling is the WORST. I either have a great title from the start, or it's a nigh-on impossible quest. The Hughescest story and the 1988 wolfverse timestamp were both posted around the same time and I had titles for neither of them, and then the titles I found were annoyingly similar to each other (What a Fire Feels Like and And His Heart Is Burning). Kinda Wanna Kiss Your Boyfriend (If You Don't Mind) was hard to find and required a lot of discord brainstorming. And I spent a while agonizing over various possibilities for the Jack wolfverse story, Like Juliet or Guinevere or Eloise, because I wanted to use a Marianne quote from the Sense and Sensibility movie but I also didn't want people to think Jack was going to die. ��

What's your favorite title of the year? I'm really fond of But the Punchline Goes, from the Roope/Wyatt soulmate story, because I think it fits the story on its own and it also has the delightful (to me) easter egg of being the lyric from All Too Well right before Taylor snaps back at her ex about their age difference ("I'll get older but your lovers stay my age"), which was very relevant to the fic. I also really like Proof Enough of a Broken Heart, because Quinn is SUCH an Elinor Dashwood.

Share your favorite opening line: I tend to use opening lines as sort of...preliminary thesis statements? Things to be disproven? Something like that. So most of them contain a big chunk of the story premise but aren't necessarily all that punchy on their own. My favorite is probably from the Will/Mack story: "Mack finds out he’s pregnant in the usual way: from a blue stripe at the bottom of the toilet bowl." Totally confusing and a piece of worldbuilding I continue to be delighted with.

Share your favorite ending line: How dare you make me look at the last lines from all my stories. Last lines are the worst.

Share your favorite piece of dialogue: Don't know if it's my favorite, but what's coming to mind is Mitch and Dylan at the end of The Great Leon Draisaitl Lookalike competition, after Dylan has successfully set Connor up with this guy who is totally not just actual Leon Draisaitl, nope. Dylan is congratulating himself on finding such a good lookalike, and Mitch is like, “You used to play in the pacific division, right?” “Yeah, why?” says Dylan. “No reason,” says Mitch.

Share your funniest line: Woof. No, that's way too hard.

What's something that surprised you while you were working on a fic? Did it change the story? I was super surprised by how intensely piney the ace!Quinn/Brady fic got. I thought my ability to write pining was powered to a large extent by sexual tension, and it turns out that was not true.

What writing programs did you use? Did you write by hand? Scrivener, baby! Hahaha I would not be able to write this much by hand.

If you had to choose one, what was THE most satisfying writing moment of your year? Moment? Sheesh. I don't know, writing is a pretty satisfying activity in general.

Did you do anything special to celebrate finishing a fic? Posting feels like enough of a celebration for me.

How did you recharge between fics? I don't, really. By the time I finish posting a long thing, I've spent so much time editing that getting to start drafting again is refreshing in itself, and short things don't really require a recharge.

Did you create fanworks other than fic? Not unless you count responding to tumblr asks.

How many events did you take part in? (bangs, exchanges, ship weeks, zines, prompt memes, they all count!) Lol, I think just the HRPF CestFest. Though a lot of my stories were prompted, directly or not, by people on tumblr.

If this were an awards show, who would you thank? My wee hrpf discord. makeit-takeit. My irl bff who gets to hear all my story ideas in great detail despite not being into hrpf. My husband who thinks it's great and not ridiculous that I spend all this time writing.

What's left on your to-do list for 2024? Not much, fortunately, since it's over.

What would you like to write next year? Ah, the most important question! I of course want to finish the Quinn and Jack wolfverse stories, which is more about editing at this point. I have 2-10K written on no fewer than four different Where You Lead 'verse stories, and I'd really like to finish at least some of them (::cough:: Connor ::cough::). I'd also maybe like to start wolfverse stories for Trevor and Cole; I have somewhat specific plans for Trevor, and some vague notions for Cole. Aside from that, who knows? Maybe more WillMack, maybe some Nate/someone (Jo???). There are a lot of other couples I've been meaning to add to the wolfverse (gotta add TK/Patty to at least ONE of my 'verses). I've had a psychic wolf companions McDrai story bouncing around in my head for a while. Would still love to write a Persuasion AU (maybe that's the Nate/Jo). A Cyrano de Bergerac AU would also be fun, maybe via tindr. So many possibilities!!

[lincolndjarin]

The BKS Screen Adaptation ˖⁺‧₊˚✦

(aka the really fucking dorky thing i've wanted to do for ages.)

if you like Best Kept Secret and you've wanted to know what i imagine in my mind when i write this is the post for you. i put way too much time into this if i'm being honest, but it was so much fun i hope others enjoy it!!

includes fun things like hypothetical casting and soundtrack !!

SPOILERS FOR BEST KEPT SECRET CHAPTERS 1-25

ever since i started writing Best Kept Secret it's helped me tremendously to imagine it in more of a cinematic sense. i love movies. i love all of it, the cinematography, the soundtracks, the casting, all of it has always greatly interested me. so that's how i've always pictured bks in my head, as a movie, or more appropriately a single season of television lmao. anyhow, i've been feeling real fucking fried lately and i just started a proper schedule with my meds so i'm exhausted and i wanted to take a short break from writing to put this together, (more writing) this is long and self indulgent but i had a lot of fun with it so who cares i guess.

The Media Source :

in all honesty i think bks probably wouldn't work as a movie? this might just be the entitled author in me speaking but there is just like, so much stuff? i feel like it wouldn't be properly represented in the 90-150 minute format because there's just too much shit happening. ALSO i write my chapters the way i write my DND sessions, meaning they typically have a prominent ending point that i think translates best in a show format so i'll be presenting this as more of an Max original type beat, 13 episodes ranging from like 50 minutes to 90 in length. (pretty hefty but this is my hypothetical world where i get whatever i want lmao)

The Casting :

bks has a fair amount of original characters that all exist in my brain and in said brain i visually know what they look like and in y'alls brains you have an idea what they look like. like lowkey if i'm being real in my brain space bks is sort of animated? like in the style of arcane sort of lmao, so i don't really have physical manifestations of them but i have always had actors in mind of who i imagine would play them so here's that.

Leodall :

i mean if this is my dream hypothetical and i can do whatever i want i think it would be hilarious but also relevant to cast someone sort of silly as leo.

i think that it's important that leo is a little rat bitch by the end but also like he should be just sort of a clumsy disarming guy to start. i get a couple different vibes but like lowkey hear me out.

Jack Quaid??

like he's sort of just a lanky silly guy but also is capable of doing terrible things, i think he'd be a great leo and would also he'd be able to be disarming and likable at the start. just sort of harmless and nervous (until he isn't)

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Lysa :

honestly the hardest person to cast. i love her dearly because in my brain she's done way more than she's done in bks lmao and it's hard for me to seperate that sometimes but i thought about it for a while and i settled on someone who i think would capture Lysa as i imagine her in my mind.

Stephanie Beatriz :

she's visually how i imagine Lysa but also i love her so i think she'd be great.

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Elaine :

this one has always been a no brainer to me. i'd want an actress who is instantly likable and capable of bringing a character that i've grown very fond of to life. there has only ever been one person that comes to mind when i picture someone playing Elaine.

the mother herself : T'Nia Miller

Elaine & Lysa have been sort of wishy washy in description for two reasons, one being that as the story has progressed and they've developed they've become clearer in my mind, two being that there is so much bks and posting something this big chapter by chapter means sometimes i forget what i've previously said (nobodies perfect lmao) but personally T'Nia Miller is one of my favorite actresses and i think she would 100% do Elaine justice.

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Kodo :

this has always been a tough one for me. this is kind of wild but when i started bks i never intended to kodo to be downright evil (idk if i've ever said that before but it's true lmao) i originally intended for him to be more of a harmless idiot? the plot was going to revolve more so around how princess had a lot of internal battles about cheating on a husband who was neglectful at the worst of times but still absolutely harmless.

i realized pretty quickly how much of a fucking bummer that was LMAO. it's hard to write a hot sex scene when the main characters internal monologue is full of guilt, so i VERY quickly made the switch, and it was definitely the right choice, the story needed a villain and i needed to give Kodo some sort of depth so it fell into place pretty quickly. i was also rewatching game of thrones around this time so, surprise surprise, i bet you can guess who i was inspired by. that being said, i don't think Jack Gleeson is the right choice for this role, first off bc that guy should never play a villain again lmao, get him a fucking romcom or something, but also because if i could pick anyone in this hypothetical situation i would pick an actor that is relatively beloved.

kodo is supposed to be really fucking hot (unfortunately) princess isn't interested in him because he's an ass but he's supposed to be pretty attractive, but also at the end of the say he's a prince. like we know he sucks but i would want to cast someone that lowers an audiences expectations and makes them think that he's gonna be chill at first. if you've seen the movie Promising Young Woman (if you haven't drop everything and watch it rn) they do something that i fucking adore, which is casting men that are liked, Bo Burnham, Christopher Mintz-Plasse, Max Greenfield, etc. to lower the audiences guards. that movie is jarring for several reasons but i myself fell prey to the casting, i was comforted by actors who i loved and felt a personal pang of betrayal. (great fucking movie, cannot stress this enough)

two actors come to mind for this role, one more than the other but i'm still fond of both.

one choice being : Nicholas Hoult

the only thing that i don't love about this is that it would be a bit repetitive, we've already seen him in the terrible husband role lmao, but it would be fun to see him be far less redeemable than his character in The Great lol. but also he's fucking phenomenal, there's no doubt in my mind that he would be able to capture the character.

my second choice is gonna be a huge hear me out. like some of y'all are about to be real mad at me but fucking- just give me a second to explain i swear there's a vision here.

my second and preferred choice would be : Josh Hutcherson

listen listen listen. i adore him. actually my pookie bear ^^

which is exactly why he's fucking perfect??

people who don't know the source material are lulled into a false sense of safety bc he's just a little guy, he's just a silly little guy. and if you do know the source material you're like is that fucking peeta?? did they make kodo cool as hell?? no they did not. they just wrapped him up in a pretty package.

i'm saying lets get this man back to blonde and let him let his acting chops loose, i think he's perfectly capable of playing the nightmare that is kodo harand and i think he's the best choice like let him be evil.

pretty boys can be evil as a treat.

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Din Djarin :

i mean, come on, we all know who's being put in this role.

Pedrito :

he's din djarin don't tell me otherwise. this era pedro ^^ is bks din like i didn't make starwars but i did make bks and this is canon bks din lmao.

but also like whatever they put in his pedro juice when he was doing plays? i'd get him some of that for this.

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Princess :

this is all in my self indulgent fantasy right? then yeah i suppose i'll play the princess, pull a lin manuel miranda and step up, i was in into the woods in highschool so i've got plenty of experience.

in all seriousness i would cast someone who sort of reminds me of myself, i would be lying if i didn't write her as a vague reflection of myself. i haven't really written a reader like that other than her, she's special to me so in a screen adaptation i would want to be sure that she's done justice.

the obvious choice to me is Stephanie Hsu :

she's a princess, idc. absolutely fucking phenomenal actress (robbed of her oscar btw) and i think that she would be perfect also cause like please cast asian women in things where their entire character isn't built around the fact that they're asian, let them have a character unrelated to that fact PLEASE. she's gorgeous, talented, and charming like she's my bks princess, always has been, anytime i've fancasted bks in my head she's my leading lady.

but also there is a second option that comes to mind which would be the lovely : Simone Ashley

i haven't been shy about how bridgerton inspired bks. she's the love of my life, another actress where i see her and i'm just like yeah she's a princess, it's a no brainer like that could very well be bks princess.

The Plot ( things i'd add, keep, or remove ) :

i'd keep most things the same, obviously i'd cut certain things to properly fill the available time

i would go full hbo max privilege, i want steamy fucking sex scenes, the sex is important to the story like let's be real. some of dins growth is shown through sex, the way he goes from being completely in control of things to being more willing to be vulnerable?? that shits important.

i would def add a lysa and elaine plot, they would have a side plot

there isn't really much i'd cut, if anything i'd cut the blowjob in chapter seven lmaoo, just bc that's the only thing i've ever considered changing in the story just bc it's always felt unnatural to me.

The Episodes :

this section is gonna cover how i would present each episode and also what chapters would be featured in each episode.

also just as a general creative choice i think princess would lowkey be fleabag lmao. like she def talks to the audience cause she's a little silly but also bc her internal monologue is written to be a little funny

Episode One :

chapter one

chapter two

i think this episode would follow the source material well. i actually really like the first couple of chapters of bks, i think they were a good hook for the story so i would keep things similar to how they're written.

Episode Two :

chapter three

chapter four

same as episode one ^

Episode Three :

chapter five

this would be the din episode, instead of princess talking to the audience i like to think just for this episode he would instead. also i have sort of a specific vision for this.

it's canon that bks din is relatively hard of hearing so i would want this episode to open on him getting ready in his cabin before doing all the flashbacks of his point of view of everything. he's not wearing his helmet for the first few minutes while a song plays and he cuts his own hair, his face is never visible in the shot.

everything else stays the same

this is where i get dorky.

dins internal monologue will convey something that i'm not sure i've properly gotten across in bks LMAO but i've always written a din who feels naked in front of princess and not in a sexy way but in an emotional way. he always feels as if she can see through his helmet and it makes him real fucking nervous around her lmao.

so like lowkey hypothetical ending shot is from out in the hall, princess inviting him in and from behind he isn't wearing his helmet bc metaphors.

Episode Four :

chapter six

chapter seven

chapter eight

i think the focus here would be six and eight tbh, if i'm being honest the rules were supposed to be way more important than they ended up being lmaooo, i just went in a different direction with it so i would maybe change that to something else. the book is still important for chapter 25 so maybe like a contract or something that they both sign.

Episode Five :

chapter nine

chapter ten

chapter eleven

yeah i mean this is me being unoriginal but like if it aint broke don't fix it so like i'd keep a lot of stuff relatively the same

Episode Six :

chapter twelve

chapter thirteen

chapter fourteen

^^ same here

Episode Seven :

chapter fifteen

chapter sixteen

i think that the ending spot would be different here than in the source material, the chapter ends with din asking her to come to the cabin but i think instead i would just end with the kiss and open the next one with the cabin convo

Episode Eight :

chapter seventeen

chapter eighteen

chapter nineteen

this is like the anti angst episode, these chapters should be all relationship building up until the chapter nineteen sex scene which i would want rather tastefully done but still filthy. that's sort of the tagline of this hypothetical show, tasteful and filthy

Episode Nine :

chapter twenty

chapter twenty one

another anti angst chapter except this one has a big bad ending so yknow, big dramatic ending, i honestly think there is no need for 'tasteful' violence. like this should be extremely jarring, like din has been protective to a fault but this is like straight up mandalorian possessive rage like fr get his ass yknow? lets see that blood

Episode Ten :

chapter twenty two

chapter twenty three

chapter twenty four

this would probably be the longest ep in my opinion. twenty two is real fucking hefty but also the lunar markets is gonna be the big surprise set piece i want that shit to be gorgeous like i imagine it being so fucking twinkly and delightful

Episode Eleven :

chapter twenty five

lets keep this one straight from the source material, like just use the chapter as a script yknow?

Episode Twelve :

chapter twenty six

chapter twenty seven

i can't say anything about this because it's not technically written yet lmao

Episode Thirteen :

chapter twenty eight

chapter twenty nine

same here ^

The Soundtrack :

music is important. we wouldn't have bks at all without music because it was music that inspired me to write in the first place and it's helped the story along since then, every time i get stuck on something plot wise i play music until something clicks. it's always been the secret ingredient for my writing so it would be extremely important to a screen adaptation.

i think it would be fun to have each episode end with a smash cut to the credits with music, i've always been a big fan of that so this section contains music that i'd use for specific scenes but also what song i would want playing at the end.

Episode One :

end this ep with :

I Can See You (Taylor's Version)

i mean it's a little on the nose but this is lowkey bks anthem so i think it's a solid choice for the ep one ending also it's always fun to end on a pop song yknow?

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Episode Two :

end this ep with :

Honeymoon - Lana Del Rey

another bks anthem, like listen to the lyrics it's crazy, and i think based on the ending of chapter four this would be an appropriate ending song

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Episode Three :

Losing My Religion - R.E.M.

this would be the opening of the episode. din never facing the camera and he would get ready for his day while this plays

end this ep with :

Not Strong Enough - boygenius

this is def his ending song like bks din would cry if he heard this song.

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Episode Four :

end this ep with :

See You Again (feat. Kali Uchis) - Tyler, The Creator

this is one of those ones where i'm just sort of like hell yeah. in my minds eye this works, there is a visual here like trust.

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Episode Five :

end this ep with :

I'm Your Man - Mitski

mitski is another artist that bks!din would listen to in his cabin while he cries like this is def how he's feeling at the end of chapter eleven

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Episode Six :

end this ep with :

Saturn - Sleeping At Last

with where this one ends i think that something sort of soft is important, a solid instrumental works well here

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Episode Seven :

end this ep with :

Starboy - Vitamin String Quartet

i wanted something a little more upbeat but also sort of on theme and i think this is extremely accurate.

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Episode Eight :

Religion - Lana Del Rey

this is the sex song.

like this is and always has been the song that plays when they have sex without his helmet one for the first time, i consider that to be the first time he's really din with her during sex and this song is straight heat so of course this is what plays during that scene.

end this ep with :

Electric Love - BØRNS

i mean it's a little cheesy but i think it's fun and this episode ends in a happy place so it's neat to have a happy song refecting that yknow?

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Episode Nine :

Like Real People Do - Hozier

i mean, this is the song that inspired the chapters featured in this episode, it's an important song because a lot of bks later on revolves around the need for normalcy, these two just want to love each other like real people

end this ep with :

I Fought the Law - The Clash

i mean like, this is a bit silly but also like i love when a show ends in a dark spot and a hilarious upbeat song plays, like, i eat it up every time and i think this is just so fun lmao like he fr fought the law (im hilarious)

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Episode Ten :

end this ep with :

Lover - Taylor Swift

sort of a calm before the storm song, relaxing ass song before all hell breaks lose in the next episode yknow?

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Episode Eleven :

The Secret History - Kerry Muzzey, The Chamber Orchestra of London

this is our searching for din song. long ass sequence, def longer than it is in the chapter lmao

end this ep with :

Borderline - Tame Impala

god i fucking love this song

but also i feel as though this song has a sense of dread to it that i think is perfect for the way chapter twenty five ends

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Episode Twelve :

this is a hard one to pick definitive music to, there's a lot of music that is relevant to the chapters featured in this episode so here's just like, a cluster of music that i think would be relevant

Skyfall - Adele

The Night We Met - Lord Huron

Eleanor Rigby - Cody Fry

Fourth of July - Sufjan Stevens

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Episode Thirteen :

My Love Mine All Mine - Mitski

i obviously can't say what this would be in reference to but the last technical scene of bks would end with this song. i think the epilouge would have different music

Flightless Bird, American Mouth - Iron & Wine

i kinda sorta think that the epilogue could be crammed into a montage that could just be a post credit scene to this song.

that's all, if anyone actually read all of this i will kiss you fr like you're crazy for that and i love you.

if you write fic this was so fun?? like i really do recommend doing this or like a less extreme version of this lol i've been trying to force myself to take a little break from writing but i couldn't think of anything else to do so i did this haha

[tj-dragonblade]

Fic Talk

Tagged by @seiya-starsniper @dsudis and @valeriianz - thanks! This is a fun new set of questions I haven't seen circulating before!

How many wips do you have currently? …Uhhhhh. Ahaha. Let me go calculate just a minute. Okay. There are 13 wips that are proper individual files with varying probabilities of actually getting finished. There are three additional individual files that are not proper wips, just notes/synopsis of ideas I've had and would like to write. Then there is the original 'Scribs' file that I originally started jotting notes in with ten more 'wips' that may or may not ever be finished, plus three more of the notes/synopsis-level ideas, and a handful of one-line or song-title ideas.

Which one are you finding the hardest to finish? Why do you think that is? Any of the older ones, honestly, entirely for lack of focus. I am hoping to force myself into giving at least one of them the attention it needs for a bingo square. Because when I make myself focus on one, make myself buckle down and work on it, I can usually make it happen. I can do it for Fluffbruary; therefore I can do it elsewhere too. But there is always some new idea coming along that is very distracting and then there's the problem of Which Do I Want to Work On? and getting a burst of idea for this one and then a few lines of inspiration for that one and I wind up with far too much time spent re-reading all of them and, if I'm lucky, adding a line or two to a handful of them.

What does it usually look like when inspiration strikes for you? Obsessively typing away at my phone, frequently (and unfortunately) when I'm meant to be working. Trying to capture as much of the momentum as possible while it's there.

Do you curate playlists for each fic or is your process different? No. I have a couple different playlists of 'Dreamling Vibes' that I will sometimes put on, but nothing really fic specific. But chances are if a song is part of the springboard for the fic, I have put it on repeat at least half the time I was writing. 'Bus Stop' broke into my top 25 most played songs while writing its fic, for the record.

Do you go balls to the wall and write as you go or are you more organised? There is very little about my process that can be called organized. I write whatever's coming to me and make notes about things I wanted to do that I didn't get written out yet so I don't forget the next time I come back to it. It's frequently non-linear. I'm easily distracted by shiny new ideas. I count it a feat worth celebrating when I actually get something finished and posted.

Tagging, no obligation, tag me into your already-existing posts etc: @chaosheadspace @staroftheendless @teejaystumbles @the-apocrypha @kydrogendragon

[katmajik]

Just saw your chapter titles on instagram. LOVE. Which was the easiest to name? Which was the most difficult? Do you have a favorite? Does it coincide with your favorite chapter?

thank god someone finally asked me about the chapter titles, i’m erecting the Church of Our Lady She Gets It in your honor as soon as i’m done talking A Lot about this

easiest:

(8) “anatomy of a porn title” came to me before i even had the concept of this book. milo’s experiences working at the store are almost 100% my own, and one of my most memorable days was when i had to process 200+ dvds (this involved a lot of scanning, stickers, and organization). so i’d had this one in my back pocket for a while.

when i finally had a grasp on the story i wanted to tell around my personal sex shop chronicles, (1) “a crisis of sexual identity” was the easy-breeziest chapter title, because it captured the Point i wanted to make.

writing a demisexual romance, even being demi myself, is… not super easy? especially because i wanted to play with the idea of love at first sight, which is so often conflated with lust, and that just doesn’t work the same when you’re on the asexual spectrum.

so much of this book is about being queer and how our labels, however liberating, can also be suffocating, because—particularly in the age of social media expectations—we become so preoccupied with being queer The Right Way. and there is no goddamn Right Way, but we’re pressured into these kinds of performances, and then before you know it your priority is appeasing some dickweed on the internet who says m/f relationships can’t be queer, instead of your own happiness.

so, we start with milo’s crisis and we follow him through the journey of realizing that, hey, actually, this ain’t so bad.

hardest:

(4) “sick of dating apps, just gonna pygmalion myself a boyfriend” and (9) “the epic highs and lows of grocery store music” both went through several iterations, none of which i can remember now because mostly they were Fine, but they just didn’t pop.

when i landed on (4)’s, honestly i was a little miffed at myself for taking so long because that’s a phrase i made up and use a lot, so i should’ve had the chapter title from the get-go.

stevie’s story starts off with agitation with her dating app experience, which she worries is coloring her first impression of milo because he was nice to her and easy to talk to in ways that app matches aren’t—and then, BAM, he shows up to the bar where she’s sitting there thinking about him and proves her first impression right, as if she manifested him into existence.

now if only i could do the same thing for myself… that’s the dream, babyyyy.

favorite title vs favorite chapter:

i think both have to be (5) “how many degrees of separation are there between kevin bacon and your love life?”

there are several sociological concepts that have stuck with me since college (probably because the head of the department, who was the best dude but also the most notoriously ruthless grader, wanted me to major in soc, and i’m a sucker for a compliment). “six degrees of separation”—the idea that every person is connected to every person through no more than six other people—has a celebrity counterpart, “six degrees of kevin bacon,” which posits that you can trace every actor to kevin bacon.

i am a little bit obsessed with this, because the separation/kevin bacon rhyme alone is so deliciously SERENDIPITOUS, it blows my mind.

for milo and stevie, (5) is the moment where they realize the friends they’ve had in common for ~2 years, and it’s really only been timing that’s kept them from meeting until now (and the timing was a little tricky for me to sort out, too, but i’m happy with how i got there).

sometimes you just keep missing people until it’s Meant for you to run into each other, and i think there’s something deeply romantic about those prior missed connections. there’s a sense of “i could have been loving you longer, but maybe, this way, i get to love you better.”

and, even though milo doesn’t Love stevie yet at this point in the story, his pov in this chapter is circling this conclusion.

thank you SO MUCH for this ask, may love and light bless you for all time, forever and ever and etc. amen 💞✨

(if you’ve happened across this little ditty and want to know more about what’s your vibe?, here’s a link!)

[createandconstruct]

Writers ask -- 1, 6, 13, 14, 25, 32, 37, 40, 53, 60, and 71!!!

- dogwaterdish :D

But of course!!! (Skipped a few that already got answered)

6. Do you have your work beta’d? How important is this to your process?

I usually do… usually………@polandspringz 👀 but when my beta reader is too busy working a full time job (the audacity) I rely on myself or a close friend. I’d say betaing is pretty important to me but recently I haven’t had anyone who can do it so I’ve been doing the heavy lifting of reading my own work once I finish.

13. what’s a common writing tip that you almost always follow?

Do NOT edit while writing the first draft. Don’t. Just DON’T DO IT. KEEP GOING DON’T REREAD DON’T LOOK BACK JUST WRITE.

Also…*sighs* proofread. When you’re all done. Even if you have a beta reader, doing a read through is so important. I’ve done so much tightening up on fics from rereading it fully through. One thing that’s helped me when I’m really struggling with focus is I’ll have my document read to me. I have such a hard time starting the task of proofreading and one thing that’s made it easier is a text to speech add on to my browser. Lifesaver. It can’t help with everything but it does so much heavy lifting. Also I think knowing how your work would read for someone who is using text to speech is SUCH a huge thing. I’ve been using it so much more because of that too.

25. What fic do you wish you got more of a response on?

Definitely “to rise and return. again and again.” my post Heroes: Rising fic. I sometimes go back and forth on changing the summary thinking that maybe that’s why it didn’t get traction. But I think maybe it’s because part of the fic is writing a scene and dialogue from the movie? Not sure. I’m thankful for the love it has received! It was actually the very first mha wip I ever started so I’m proud that it’s finished. The response while smaller is still full of such love that I can’t be sad about it. I think there’s just always that part of you as a writer that wonders what went wrong with that one specific work that made it less appealing or liked than others.

32. Name three of your favorite fanfic writers.

Oh man to pick three. These are the three that come immediately because literally no matter what they write I will read: 

achievingelysium @queenangst, @spiritusrex, and @aconstantstateofbladerunner

achievingelsium I’m just in awe of them. They write so much. They’re power is unmatched. How do they think of so many ideas. Like I want to capture that inspiration. SpiritusRex is quality every single time and I love them for that. I think they were put on this earth to have my exact tastes. aconstantstateofbladerunner. What can I even say I would kill and destroy to be as good a writer as them.

37. How do you choose where to end a chapter?

This is still a skill I’m working at. I’ll admit I enjoy a good little cliffhanger! But if there’s no cliff to hang from I suppose I go with what feels natural for the progression of the story. Ending it at a point that feels just right so that the next chapter begins strongly as well is important to me. There’s been many times where I’ve been just ripping my hair out over where to end a chapter and even the line to end it one. That’s always the hardest for me. So often I want it to feel perfect.

53. How do you spend your time when it comes to fanfiction? Are you primarily a fic reader, writer, or a perfect 50/50 split of both?

I’d say I read more than I write. During the work week I’m often so brain dead once I get home that I have no strength to sit and write so I just lie in bed and read. Now that I’ve gotten a better footing with work though (first two years were ROUGH) I actually have time to do writing. This past October was the most I’ve written consequently since like 2017! In my heart I want to be a perfect 50/50 split because I love reading as much as I love writing. And there’s so many things I want to finish. But... life keeps happening... I wanted to write something over the winter holiday...and then I got punched with norovirus on Christmas Eve (actually still recovering from it) so all I’ve been capable of doing is reading fanfiction. This ask game is honestly a really nice ease back into thinking about writing which helps me quite a bit : )

71. When it comes to more complicated narratives, how do you keep track of outlines, characters, development, timeline, ect.?

A separate doc is my best friend. For long narratives I NEED an outline and breakdown of each event. Especially when time is involved in the story. All my multi chapter fics have their own separate document. “Satiate” has one and is like 11 pages long with lots of me yelling at myself, keeping track of the quirk effects, making sure events make sense, and ensuring I’ve accounted for the little details.  

(also I accidentally read 72 instead of 71 so here’s an extra answer)

72. What order do you write in? front of book to back? chronological? favorite scenes first? something else?

There’s been quite a few fics that I’ve done my favorite scenes (“thicker than blood” and “safe on all sides”) but I also tend to do front to back. I may write a scene just to get it out when it comes to me (especially when I think of specific phrasing) but oftentimes I try to write mostly front to back in reading order. It just makes more sense for my brain. I’m very visual as I plan and super detail-oriented. I need to see the order of how things play out or I’ll get super hung up on it. So going in reading order is the way to go.

(Sorry that took forever!! Thank you so much for the ask!!!)

[Get to know your fic writer! ask game]

[zaph-kiel]

The request:

Failed escape

This request was given to me by my brother. That's all.

FUCK THIS IS SO HARD TO WRITE 😭

Ignore how ooc this is lmao

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This was the nth time they had escaped from his men. This new escape artist was driving him crazy!

There was a new criminal. They had only really started causing problems about a year ago, so still fairly new to their job, and yet the silvermane could never catch them. They had this... way about them. They would always almost let themself get captured and then slip away last minute. It didn't matter what the silvermane or Gepard had planned, it seemed this criminal was always one step ahead.

Y/n chuckled to themself as they watched from afar at the guards who looked around in a panic, blaming eachother for the loss of prisoner. "They never learn, do they?" Y/n played with the handcuffs that had been around their wrists but a minute ago. "Thanks for the trophy~" they said to nobody really, then vanished.

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"Servaaal!" Y/n whined out as they flopped on her counter "it broke.." They muttered, letting go of the item they were holding.

"It's your fault for having it so complicated!" The Rockstar said, grabbing the sickle and pressed a button, splitting the sickle down the middle and unfolding it, turning it into a bow. "Where did you even get this idea?... no matter, did you get to see my brother?" She teased. Serval knew of the rivalry between Y/n and Gepard. She also knew that Y/n (though they denied it) had a crush on the silvermane captain.

"Nope, he didn't show up." The escapist sighed with a pout. "I feel like he's ignoring me... Serval, tell him to pay more attention to me!" They whined. They loved bullying Gepard. Mainly by constantly playing this cat and mouse game and making him think that he's won, only for them to escape from right under his nose. And for those times where they wouldn't even let themself get caught, the worst they stole was a knife or food. It was like they never intended to keep the valuable things they stole, but they only stole said things for the heck of it.

"Then maybe steal something more valuable this time? Maybe break into the Supreme guardian's room." Serval suggested.

"Bronya's room? But she's so sweet! A cinnamon roll! I know shes strong and all, but hush! She's baby!" Y/n whined again.

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"Why did I agree to this.." Y/n wondered as they sat on a rooftop, looking up at the massive building. While Y/n hadn't met her personally, they never felt any hatred to the current Supreme Guardian.

The theif stood up and got to work, easily slipping by the guards. Y/n had heard from Serval multiple times about how Gepard was both confused and concerned about the fact that they hadn't been active as of late. It's because Y/n had been planning possibly the best heist of their life.

"Fuck... okay, let's just do this." They muttered to themself and climbed down.

It was stupid, all they were going to steal was a fucking snow globe. Of course, they had to be careful so it wouldn't break. It's not like they were stealing it to keep it. It would be returned to Bronya safe and sound. They just wanted Gepard's attention.

Fuck it felt good admitting that.

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The beginning was easy, sneaking in and actually getting to the snow globe. They snagged themself a few snacks aswell.

But it was the getting out part that was difficult. Hell they almost got caught atleast 4 times.

And once they thought they were actually out, Gepard was there. Ready. And they let themself get caught by him. But only for the time.

Gepard returned the snow globe as planned, however this time, it was almost impossible for them to escape from the silvermane. Goddamn it was difficult.

But Y/n managed.

And soon, they found themself hiding in Serval's shop. A groan left them and the slumped over, "that was the hardest fucking heist of my life." Then a smile crept up on their face. "But, atleast Gepard was there to capture me this time!"

Their words caused the woman to laugh, "You're really down bad for my brother." Her response almost earned her a random small item chucked at her head, which made her laugh even more. "Nice shot, dumbass!"

With a tilt of her head and a pat on the stool, Y/n understood that she wanted them to sit over there, "c'mon, let me patch you up."

Y/n sighed and got up, walking over and slumped onto the barstool like chair, resting against the workbench behind them as Serval started to take care of the wounds all over their body. "You're not usually this roughed up. C'mon, off with your shirt."

Y/n did as they were told, taking off their shirt as they explained. "Ugh, some guards on the inside saw me while I was on my way out. I had to be careful so the globe wouldn't brea-!" The door to the workshop slammed open.

"Sist- YOU!" Gepard yelled out as he locked eyes with Y/n. They just stared back at him with shock.

"I'm out." Serval said and quick retreated back further into the building. "Try not to destroy anything!" She yelled out before finally disappearing behind a door.

"Traitor.." Y/n muttered out after Serval left, turning their attention back to Gepard. "Hi.." They said, then bolted for the same door his sister walked through.

Except Y/n didn't move an inch.

Gepard had an iron grip on their arm.

"Why were you shirtless with my sister?!" He asked, authority ringing though his voice while his eyes held possessiveness. Clearly he had gotten the wrong idea.

"Whu- wait! She was just patching me up after that fight!" Y/n explained in a hurry. "I have no feelings for your sister! I swear!"

Gepard tightened his grip. He was an amazing guard but also a protective brother. "What makes you think I believe that?! I'm sure all you try to steal is for her!"

"It's for you!" They blurted out. "I steal because i- I like you." Y/n clarified, "I don't know how else to make you notice me. You take such pride in your job. So having you chase me means I'm someone you see as worthy!"

That.. was kind of twisted, but coming from someone of their background, it also made sense.

"You.. steal because you want me to.. chase you?" Gepard asked, just wanting to make sure he understood it correctly.

And with a fast nod, he understood.

"Is that also why you let yourself get caught? Because you don't actually want the objects you steal?"

Another nod.

Gepard hummed. "Well, I can't just let you go. After all, you still stole those items. And especially with today's little.. heist. I'm going to need to put you under arrest." He stated coldly, yet he let go of their arm. "However, once you get let out.. well, maybe we can continue this conversation." He blushed.

And that sealed it.

[terkaterr]

6 , 10 , 14 , 15 , 17 , 18 , 22 , 28 , 29 !!!!!!!!

I am biting you. with tongue.

6. What characters captured your heart?

well you know me I've loved the polygun quartet since day one (circa february 2023).... this year I wrote fics about some other trigun characters as well, but there's been what, 4 entire fics in Milly's pov???? your honor i LOVE her dearly!!!! but at the same time, vash is still just like me fr fr (derogatory) and I think I understand him even better neow not that I tortured him some more :}

10. What fic was the most satisfying to finish writing? (already answered, copying here)

oh If We Live for sure!! it's only 7 chapters but it took sooooooo long to finish.... and it's only an interlude to a grand post-canon ww lives idea I have that I hope to write..... some day.............. I'm not a fast writer alright but I'm really glad I finally finished that one and thus was freed. for now.................

14. What were your go-to writing songs?

TECHDOG by Patricia Taxxon. yes, all 12,6 hours of it. there's a good match for a wide range of emotion so I just listen to whatever part is fitting at the moment!!! not a song, but another great band for writing trimax trigun specifically is Disparition. can't explain it, they just Get It

15. What was the hardest fic to title?

honestly, none??? idk titles just come to me cause im their most special little fishe

17. Share your favorite opening line

How much can you fit under your skin? takes the 1st place with:

The bullet has made a home beside Wolfwood’s lower rib. Nice and snug in the meat of his side. Deep. Clearly, on the way to the exit it decided it felt just right as is. Bitch better be cozy, Wolfwood thinks maliciously.

18. Share your favorite ending line

this one was much harder to pick as i'm a sucker for a good ending line.... but I chose this one from Schrödinger's Lazarus as it carries so much punch:

It feels like more of a reminder to self, but he listens, even pulls my flesh hand closer to his chest in such a sentimental gesture it makes my heart ache. It strikes me that fate cheated me into seeing two things I wasn’t supposed to today: my death and his reaction. I bite the inside of my cheek and hold my lips tight so that no promises I can’t keep may slip through.

22. What writing programs did you use? Did you write by hand?

I use Scrivener mostly! find it really handy both for outlining my big fic ideas and for writing oneshots. also I occasionaly use gdocs if i want to go the text by some friend before posting. i don't write by hand cause it just doesn't hit the same spot... also it's much slower and I'll need to transfer all that to typed text anyway so liek. doesn't work for me

28. If this were an awards show, who would you thank?

all the beautiful beautiful people who comment on my fics I LOVE YOU FOREVER AND EVER <3!!!!! !!<3!1!!!1<3!!<3!!!! also special shoutout to my bestie @hudshem who's been and continues to be my personal yes-man

29. What's left on your to-do list for 2024?

I wanted to write and post a oneshot about ww and livio rebuilding the orphanage that would link If We Live with that au's later parts..... but unforch i barely started it....... here's to hoping I can finish it before spring

thank you frand!!!!!!! this was very fun

[og ask game link]

[pauls1967moustache]

if it's not too much to ask then 3 4 5 & 11 for a great threat, I thought I knew you, wouldn't it be nice? and aninut

(sidenote but I hope you had a fun time watching the match because if it's the one im thinking then I had a ball before remembering *my* team is playing tonight lol)

under the cut for dashboard brevity:

a great threat

3: What’s your favorite line of narration?

Yoko feels several things at once: a cold flush of disgust; an immediate fearful impulse to defend herself, prove herself, put distance between herself and limp, pathetic Cyn; and a strange indignation—the sense of being condescended to, manipulated, clumsily, like he thinks she’s too naïve to see it.

this is kind of a rogue choice bc there's so many lines in this fic that i adore, but i came up with this moment really early on and i just really, really like what it does in terms of like framing john's treatment of the women in his life. yoko thinks cyn is pathetic because she stole john from her so easily, but when put up against paul, he treats yoko with the same gaslighting he treated cyn (and largely got away with). and yoko still has that knee-jerk impulse to defend herself and be like "well i'm not like other girls, i'm cool" despite being aware that john is trying to manipulate her into doing just that. it's the only time john's treatment of women really affects her enough that she's upset by it on a personal level, and can't really delude herself into believing that she can escape cyn's or paul's fate.

i think all women have experience this kind of misogyny where a man just assumes you're more stupid than you are, which is something i was trying to capture here, but i also wanted to contrast that with yoko's ideas of cyn from the beginning, and create this sense of awareness that like - cyn was probably aware of it too, and probably played along with john's lies under the assumption that it would keep him (as yoko is about to do), and also that it did nothing to stop john running off and doing whatever he wanted with paul anyway (as yoko fears john will do), and also no woman in john's life can really be free of the experience of Being A Woman With John (which is what keeps paul from ever fully comitting to him).

4: What’s your favorite line of dialogue?

“She is half your mind,” she tells John, with his cock stiff in her hand. “‘s just songwriting,” John says, his chin tilted up, his eyes closed serenely.

oh my godddddd, john!!!! as if songwriting isn't everything!!! also love all the dialogue from paul and yoko pretending to have a supportive women chat but actually just being straight up misogynistic to each other. evil women who suck <3

5: What part was hardest to write?

the sex scene changed vibes while i was in the middle of writing it, so i had to rework it to fit the mood i needed, so that.

11: What do you like best about this fic?

i don't even know. i love it so much, i think i did so many things really well here. i guess just girl paul. i love that she's messy and terrible. bad lesbian, bad feminist, fantastic beatle. my girl <3

i thought i knew you, what did i know

3: What’s your favorite line of narration?

He smiles, as he reaches them. Jane can’t tell if it’s for her or for John. She supposes the distinction hardly matters. It doesn’t to Paul.

oh, paul.

4: What’s your favorite line of dialogue?

“Has it occurred to you, Mrs McCartney, that you might be the other woman?”

a whopper line. also: oh, john.

5: What part was hardest to write?

this one was a while ago so i can't remember if i struggled with anything. maybe the sex scene, because i had to keep the balance of the sweetness between john and paul, and jane's shock and hurt.

11: What do you like best about this fic?

i just really managed to write exactly what i wanted it to be. i think every element of the triangle (john/paul, jane/paul, john/jane) is so well served by each other their respective scenes. also my first of many forays into '68 angst :)

wouldn't it be nice?

3 & 11 answered here

5 answered here

4: What’s your favorite line of dialogue?

"You forgot Dot existed the entire time she was up the duff," John says. "No, I didn't," Paul protests, feeling the old shame of it. Feeling annoyed at John invoking Dot again, as if that's a thing they've ever used against each other; as if Paul would ever say a word about John and Cyn. "Yes, you did," George says, at the same time as John says, "Yes, you fucking did."

i love this scene. i don't write the four of them together often enough, but i should because it's really fun! get his ass!

aninut

3: What’s your favorite line of narration? + 4: What’s your favorite line of dialogue?

combination of dialogue and narration in this moment, because i just love it so much. Paul and Brian 4eva <333333

"You used to be terribly intimidating," Brian told him, when they were out for dinner once, just the two of them. Paul had felt oddly proud of that because Brian was older, and Brian was the one who told them where to be and what to say, and no one ever saw Paul as intimidating. "How?" Brian said, "Oh, it's terrifying upsetting you." "You've never upset me, Eppy," Paul said, because he could hardly think of an instance of it. It made Brian burst out laughing with surprise—those breathless giggles he did when he really got going, his cheeks rosy like a cherub.

5: What part was hardest to write?

this was the second beatles fic i posted but probably the first fic i came up with (#onbrand #paul/brianday1). i kind of knew all the parts i wanted to write for it, but i was quite insecure about getting things wrong because i wasn't so steeped in the lore yet. i went vaguer on some things than i probably would now.

11: What do you like best about this fic

despite my not being fully steeped in the lore, i think i captured paul's psyche really well. also i just think it flows really nicely both on a structural level but also emotionally. it's a sad one, as many of mine are, but it doesn't bog you down in the angst, as some of mine sometimes do.