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Toss a Coin to Your Writer, O Tumblr of Plenty
Ahem, since my tumblr anniversary coming up, I'm at a loss on how I wanna celebrate with yall đ€
Another fic celebration maybe đ€ not sure, but feel free to send me ideas.
I'm always curious, since I've been writing for a whole year on this joint, out of allllllll 65 fics I've written for yall, which is your favorite? đ€ which one yall still think about đ€ which line broke you đ€ which line do you still think about đ€
#megaminds musings#im actually really curious yall#id love to know#tumblr anniversary#coming up yall#1 year tumblrversary#toss a coin to your writer#o tumblr of plenty#pay me in compliments#im joking#sorta đ
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Just got a Tweet from Alex Hirsch rec'd to do with the writers strike and
#ive been using this as a tag for p@tre0n links and koffees and shit for EVER#i use#toss a coin to your writer#and#toss a coin to your artist#iconic behavior#WGAStrong#do the write thing
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*shakes tip jar*
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Don't worry I'll keep writing regardless and do not feel obligated to tip. Things are just getting kinda tough financially so I'm just putting it out here that I do have a Kofi tip jar. If you're enjoying the stories and you've got a little to spare, considering tipping your writer. đ„°
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I finally caught Covid...
While not the worst, it's been pretty miserable. It feels like having a mild case of the flu and a terrible head cold at the same time. My biggest takeaway: I should have worn a mask at this wedding.
Granted, I've not been masking as much in public. I've been lucky enough to go the last three and a half years without contracting the disease. I'll be getting my next booster as soon as I can, too.
I am out of work for about a week, though. I have pto to cover some of it, I do not have enough to cover everything.
I have games, zines and spicy short stories available on itch.io-
Everything is pay what you want. Tips are always appreciated. I'M A TRANS MAN was a collaborative effort, and has a price attached.
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TA-DA!
Look, I have a job and am doing school but if y'all want to leave a tip whenever I am able to update, I would be ever so grateful. I'm not setting up memberships or anything like that because I don't update frequently enough for that.
This is honestly more of a "please enjoy your chapter and if you so wish, leave a few quarters in the glass jar at the counter."
#ko fi page#ko fi link#ko fi tip#era's finances lol#toss a coin to your writer#or maybe a dollar#or maybe one dollar
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Masterlist
(Because even though no one asked for one...I wanted to do it to keep my brain entertained)
Avatar (Cameron Movies)
Oel Ngati Kameie (37k+ words) Series about Spider being adopted into the Sully. Post Way of Water.
To protect (2k words) Oneshot about Spider being injured on the SeaDragon.
Baby Mine (6.5k words) 5 times Spider called someone Mom or Dad and one time someone called him Son.
Eywa Provides (23k words) Multi chapter, complete - Feral Na'vi Spider living alone in the forest who is, surprise surprise, adopted by the Sullys.
Our Hearts Beat in the Womb of the World (115k words) Multi chapter, complete - Spider is adopted by Tonowari and Ronal. That's it. That's the fic.
For the Nights and Days of Life (387k words) Multi chapter, complete - All humans leave Pandora after the final battle leaving Spider behind. Oh, and heâs blessed by Eywa. Thatâs it. Thatâs the fic.
You Brought light, and new life (78k words) Multi chapter, complete - The comfort fic/sequel that everyone (surprisingly) wanted and I definitely needed.
What am I supposed to do, dance with it? (8k) Oneshot - Spider turns into a tiger. That's it. That's the fic.
Let the Wind Carry Us to the Clouds Multi chapter, ongoing - Aka the ikran racing!au I've snatched up and twisted into my own version, which features some Nocorro but centrics around our boy Spider!
Every Family has Someone Who Falls (160K+) Multi chapter, complete - the time loop au where Spider is thoroughly put through the wringer.
Avatar: The Last Airbender
When You Can't Look on the Brightside, I'll Sit with You in the Dark (63k words) Multi chapter - a Zukka Alice in Wonderland AU where Sokka is Alice and Ozai is the Red King.
If Music is the Food of Love, Play On (4k words) Oneshot - Zuko essentially pining after Sokka in a Modern AU
Final Fantasy XV
Stronger than the Tides (13k words) Oneshot - Mermaid AU for Reverse Big Bang 2023
Blessed be the Boys Time Can't Capture (6k words) Oneshot - heads of families in Eos are vessels for the Greek Gods.
FFXV Song ficlets Series of Oneshots based on songs by Lauv. Includes multiple ships and AUs.
New Dawn (74k words) Multi chapter, complete - Ignis x Male!OC
Star Wars Prequels
Rock You Like a Hurricane Multi chapter, second part abandoned -The Obikin Band AU with Obi-Wan on drums, Anakin with vocals, Rex on Bass and Ahsoka on Guitar
The Mandalorian
Chakaar (22k words) Oneshot - Din Djarin x Male!OC Where a curious thief gets too involved with a grumpy Mandalorian and gains a family in return.
Inheritance Cycle
The World Ahead Multi chapter, incomplete - The Eragon/LOTR crossover that no one seemed to need, but two people very much wanted.
The Witcher
Destiny Changed Series of Oneshots - Jaskier is a Witcher and falls in love for Geralt the Nobleman. That's it, that's the series.
Voltron Legendary Defender
Space Family to the Rescue (1k words) Oneshot - Sick Keith is cared for by his Space Family.
Love is Endless (6k words) Oneshot - Keith pines for Lance in a Modern AU.
(Techni)Colour Vision (60k words) Multi chapter, complete - Klance through many film AUs.
#avatar way of water#avatar the last airbender#final fantasy xv#star wars prequels#the mandalorian#inheritance cycle#toss a coin to your witcher#voltron legendary defender#lottie writes fanfic#writers on tumblr#masterlist
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ello everyone đŠ
I'm back from the depth of a long, forced rest and am looking forward to stream on the regular đ
and the absolute cinnamonroll named @kawaii-pigeon did such a great job with creating the image for a preview tableau đ„°đ„°đ„°
The menu above isn't complete yet, so bls help me out with the remaining two dates in March đ
gonna complete the menu once the results are in. Love you guys and hope you have great days ahead of you đđđđ
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Narvi continued to charge her orb, hoping she had enough energy to help out there. It wasn't odd to see her lost in thought, but for once⊠she was trying to go through a playbook in her head. How was this fight going to go? In her head, it didn't seem like it was going to go well at all.
"Friends don't let friends go at something this big alone!" Narvi wasn't going to run, no, this time she wasn't going to stand there and watch. No more friends die under her watch.
"Running is not in my playbook unless I'm messing with someone." This time, she was serious. "We're fighting this guy together, even if it meansâŠ" She had to call on Nocturne, which she hated. It only happened once, and it might happen again. Narvi finished her sentence, "it's my last act, the finale." Her voice became less peppy and more serious.
they were all given a little orbs to charge up energy so they can all get up to the soul palace by all these energies combining together , she have no choice but to accept because no one knows any other way to get up that high .
and then she mentioned about going with all of them , sure that was dumb . but it wouldn't be wise if she bought no one but her , Meni , and Gigi with her . that man was powerful and strong like an elephant . she hated that she knew she's going to lost a life .. but then again she heard the man's asleep .
it was the only chance .
" do what you want .. don't want cha' to die so if it gets real dangerous run "
she said almost threatening but it was only for a slight warning .
" Wahhh Lil - chan is warning a soul reaperâ " " shut the fuck up Gigi "
they're friends .
#They'll survive! I just have to figure out how Narvi doesn't take a fatal hit. lol#V: The day has turned to night ; Can you save me from the light? Narvi Sasaki!Soul Reaper (Bleach)#V: We are all ; We are all ; We are all friends! Today we're all brothers ; Tonight we're all friends. (Allied or Neutral Ground)#agnessmadness#Toss a coin to your angst writers-#And here... we... go.
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Hiya Mera! I just got done reading the golden brother and OH MY TITAN ITS SO GOOD!!! Leave some talent for the rest of us! I mean this 100% genuinely when I say this: Your writing is a fing inspiration to my adhd writer brain.
Anyway, I donât like asking artists to make art without paying them, but could you make a sketch of Hunter and Vee wearing the heart sunglasses from my pfp? I want your art as my phone background but thereâs so much to choose from so I figured Iâd ask.
Thank you, byyyyyyyyyyye!
Well, in that case, here's my Ko-Fi if anyone feels like tossing a coin at me!
And thanks for reading! I'm glad you're enjoying it so far! :'D
Also, sure! Here ya go.
Phone format under read more.
#kofi#toh#the owl house#noceda siblings#toh hunter#toh vee#vee noceda#hunter noceda#hunter wittebane#hunter deamonne#the golden guard
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1. Part, Alex turner x actress!reader
summary: ugly break up and working together
warnings: smear campaigns, Twitter incels, award season, depression
word count: 4.8k+
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Relationships become a hurdle of choreographing well being when youâre going through a difficult period in life. The one person thatâs supposed to be wholly yours becomes another face to mask with. Empathy feels good for a week, two weeks, a month. As the days would stack up it would just feel like a customised emotion, a weight. Thatâs how y/n felt, her relationship with Alex had seen a lot of ups and downs over their year and a half together. A lot of fights, long distances, miscommunications but it never weighed them down nor their relationship. They always came back stronger after a set back as such. However such shaky career hurdles were only ever seen by Alex, writerâs block, studio pressure, album press, billboard charts, the critics it was a coin toss on fate and heâd often land on the difficult side. But he had a lot of years in the industry and a well composed mind to these things.
Maybe her issues were difficult, Hollywood is eitherways a harsher ground for women. Especially the acting industry, she was facing method acting allegations by one of her elderly costars of old fashion. Not that method acting was concept of bad light in modern day cinema but the characters of the show were very demanding maybe some bitterness towards y/n however she never paid any mind to those when it started. Even her costars all took it lightly, the method acting questions started coming up in almost all promotions, either that or her relationship. She handled that with grace too, all until the emmys. The Emmys where she won one, a shining star in the tapestry of her young career. Amidst her speech a stand up show host had a set organised. Seemingly she wasnât priorly informed about it being found dumbfounded on stage. In front of everyone, the same joke of being an alleged method actor made an imprint on her first ever Emmy. Everyone present just laughed like they would through a normal set, they laughed at her, she felt like the world ended. After that function she felt increasingly uncomfortable with herself, a laughingstock. Twitter was divided like it always is, she would just focus on those who added to the joke. Witty jabs. Variety articles behind y/l/nâs Emmy fiasco.
Alex tried. Alex tried really hard, he forced screens away from her. WiFi in their house only for certain hours and heâd supervise it, weekend getaways for her almost every weekend. She just seemed to not escape it, losing her appetite even. Alex was the cook between the two of them, meals would take hours and hours for her to get it down and he would sit with her without a complaint. He loved her truly unconditionally and he was aware it was genuinely hard for her. Such smear campaign was very hard to escape. When she started having sleep issues as well he forcibly suggested therapy. Y/n truly believed she wasnât meant for therapy, she wasnât âtherapy audienceâ and he consoled her very hard into joining it. Eventually she did and it just added to the shitshow. Apparently the therapist found her difficult to work through, it lasted barely 2 weeks and the therapist referred her to someone else. It became public and her therapistâs statement was âThe most difficult patient in all of my career.â Maybe it was the amateur hour for the therapist or maybe it wasnât meant in a better light but social media smear campaign treated it like a festival.
As weeks progressed everything else seemed increasingly difficult. Especially Alex. Seeing his life, his new normal which would start and end with her well being and nothing would change with her mental state either. Alex was giving out so much of himself yet she couldnât find it in herself to actually smile even. That guilt was worse than everything else. She let that guilt consume her for a while until she finally decided to do something about it.
That evening, after dinner she finally put a stone on her heart and decided to lay that conversation to him. Guiding him to sit across her on the sofa of their shared place she took his hands into hers âAlex, no one else has stood by me the way you have, these two whole months. Itâs the worst thing thatâs happened to me perhaps ever and youâve been with me through it. Just how the cliches say it-like my rock.â She said patiently âI feel like Iâm not making any progress but if it werenât for you I wouldâve been at a worse place andâ she took in a shaky breath before continuing a long pause following something Alex had no idea of.
âJust how youâve been around for me.â He said holding her hands in his right her âAnd what we are isnât for cliches or for saying y/n, I love you and despite of you being at your lowest as long as I have you, I have all I need. Weâve had rough patches before weâve been alright and we will be even-â
âJustâŠjust let me finish yeah?â Y/n interrupted him looking down their hands because looking into his eyes which carried soft love was so much harder. âYouâre giving away too much of yourself. You donât see it but I do, youâve made my well being some sort of a passion project of yours and I understand you want the best for me I really do. But I have to look out for you too, and, I feel like this isnât fair to you. Weâre not working outâŠwe wonât.â
A very long silence followed as Alex stared at her comprehending that, âwhat?â he huffed in denial âwhat do you mean?â He asked as if it would change what she meant.
âAlexâŠâ she brought his hands closer to her âyou need to do better in life, better than this. You have so much potential to give out, into yourself, into your career and youâve spent so much on me already. I canât keep you for me like thisâŠwe shouldâŠpart.â
âI am passionate about you what do you mean passion project? I am in love with you and I want to help you. Just how youâd help me donât you see it? So you don't get to decide that for me and my potential. Itâs mine.â Alex stated firmly.
âExactly. Itâs yours! Youâre pouring it all out into meâyouâre draining yourself-â
âNone of that is for you to decide!â Alex stopped her sentence midway leaving her hands out of his to run his hands through his hair out of frustration.
âFineâŠâ y/n seemed bad with confrontation and she didnât want to paint herself out to be a bad lover in his history books years from now but she didnât know how else to not do that. He was hurting unknowingly. âBut this is for me to decide and I have. W-we need to..â she couldnât even find it in herself to finish that sentence. âBreak up.â
âNo.â Alex stated so casually like she just asked her a very simple question, as if it was a question. âNo we do not. We donât need to do any such thing.â
âAlexâŠâ she sighed looking away, his denial was breaking her heart. Tears formulated her eyes as she thought about how much this will hurt him.
âWhat Alex? No: Iâm refusing.â He shrugged, very nonchalantly shrugging. Declining her wish as he didnât even look at her.
âAlex pleaseâ she said as she gently cupped his face to look at her, âyou donât realise thisâŠyou have been putting yourself through so much for me. This-this is difficult I know, but youâll be better after this.â
âY/n, listen to meâ he shifted in his seat to face her. âYou donât get to decide this for me. You are going through a tough time and I will not leave you.â
âYou havenât written a piece in two months..you donât even go to the studio. You barely leave me alone to work with anything else!â She pointed out, all these bits of his habits were vanishing out and she had noticed it all. Being an early riser heâd go for a run around the block but nowadays heâd just time how many hours she had slept because of her issues. Time her vitamins and supplements. Plan things with her and only her as if he wasnât supposed to have a life of his own.
âI have a writerâs block!â He exclaimed growing increasingly hurt and frustrated that this is how she viewed him helping her. She sounded like a burden to herself but he had never considered one to himself and he hated that she felt that way.
âBecause youâre so occupied with me!â She exclaimed back with a sigh rubbing her eyes and looked away, uncrossing her legs on the couch.
âThatâs just your assumption y/n you donât know how my process works and you shouldnât come to conclusions about things you donât know.â Alex tried to reason with her even if she was right he couldnât care less. She was important to him and she needed his full attention.
âCould you please just listen to me AlexâŠI donât want to stay within this-â y/n replied trying to find the right words.
âWith me. You donât want to stay with me.â He rephrased her sentence giving it to her as raw as he fathomed.
âYes.â Taking in a deep breath she finally let it out because he wasnât listening to her without brutal honesty. âYes I donât.â
âThat just isnât true-thatâs not right youâre too tired today thatâs all.â Alex replied, he wanted to point it maybe she was also hungry but he kept that for more persuasion.
âAlex, please.â Y/n breathed taking her head in her hands because none of her reasonings got into her head.
He just shook his head in response as the silence weighed heavy between the two of them. Tears streamed down her face as they sat there, Alex was more fine with this tension than he was with being without her. âWe just canâtâŠy/n.â Alex said.
âIâm really sorryâ she said as she looked back up at him teary eyed. The tears seemingly made everything difficult for sure. âItâs going to be alrightâŠâ she wiped her tears and looked away again. His sad gaze was so gutting to look at and talk at the same time it felt like it would stick with her, hauntingly, even after she leaves.
âBut itâs alright alreadyâ He urged shifting closer to her and wrapping an arm around her trying to meet her eyes but she kept her gaze fixated at the coffee table.
âThatâs what you want to thinkâ she said softly with a heavy heart. âI donât want to do this either AlexâŠitâs for the best.â
If it were for the best he wouldnât be feeling his heart sink lower and his breath shortening. His vision becoming fuzzy already as tears brimmed in his eyes as well. But he wanted to handle this more delicately. âIt isnât, you know it isnât.â He sniffled. âThis isnât what I want and I know itâs not what you want either, why do you feel this way? This need to run?â
âIâm not running Alexâ Iâm setting you free, she didnât say out loud âIâve been thinking about this a lot andâŠand this is going to hurt. It will hurt for a while but youâll get over it.â
âGet over you? Y/n I donât plan on leaving youâ he said still drowning in denial. Stern denial and blind faith he could fix this mess, if he talked to her more. He could fix this mess, if he asked her sleep on it. He could fix this mess, if he held her closer. So he did. âY/n look at me, look at me.â He forced her to face him. âThis isnât a rational solution. You are going through so much and you are thinking too much but this is a mistake. What we have is bigger than our problems-â
âAlex.â She stopped him midway, staring into his teary eyes with hers the same âThis is my problem. You try to make to make it ours, helping me through it is one thing but this is taking up too much effort and energy in your life donât you get that?â
Alex had never felt this defeated all his life. No reasoning seemed to get to him. He couldnât digest that she let such thoughts mature for about a week and never once preferred to talk to him about it but just became sure about it. When the fact that she felt so distant from him to not even bring it up brought him to flowing tears. Taking his face into his hands he cried. Breaking down, y/n never saw him like this and she had seen him go through supposedly tougher situations. âYou canât do this to meâ he said, his voice parched and eyes red.
The thought of leaving the next day in the morning, sleeping in different bedrooms and hugging him a goodbye at breakfast was so done now. If she didnât leave now she wonât be able to leave ever. Just holding his face in her hands as her tears streamed down her face reciprocating his. She couldnât even muster the courage to mouth a sorry. She glanced away at her keys and wallet by the side table. It hit her like a truck when she realised there wonât be a goodbye tomorrow but today. This very moment. She slowly got her car keys and wallet and put them on her side. âItâs going to be okayâŠâ she said sighing. Cupping his face in her hands as he reciprocated the action holding her hands and staring into her eyes.
âNo itâs notâ he replied with heavy grief laced in his voice. Why wouldnât she do anything to change this? Why would she let it be this way? He felt helpless to how she firm she was about this. He placed his lips onto hers holding her closer by her waist as she cradled his face. It time were to stop heâd prefer death over letting her go. As they kissed he realised how temporary this moment will be and how this memory will bite him with sharp teeth of yearning. He couldnât stomach the thought that she would be a memory. Visit him in nostalgia and come up in conversations and that would be all?
Eventually she pulled away from their kiss, wiping his tears with her hands as her own surfaced her face too. His dreary eyes had such an effect upon she couldnât bare it and she softly kissed him again. His hands would still not let her go. As moments passed in holding each other and the kisses broke she realised it was time. âGoodbye, Alex.â She spoke with a voice barely above whisper because the sound of her voice breaking was louder.
His eyes widened as he realised she was leaving, now. He had barely come to terms with the fact that she was leaving. He held her hand back as she tried standing up. âYouâre leaving?â His voice broke as he asked that. Y/n didnât have it in herself to answer him what he already knew she just looked at him apologetically. Apology she knew she didnât deserve at this very moment. âYou canât just leave right now-think about this. Sleep on it, if you still want to go leave next week?â
His negotiations seemed to know no bounds and the bargain was to get him nowhere. It would probably make him worse if she stayed. If she stayed after this. âAlex-â
âYou canât even drive in this state y/n absolutely not-if you want a break from me we could just sleep in separate bedrooms I wonât bother you-â he tried to come up with all possible alternatives.
Her heart sank further realising how further he'd go just to make her stay. It solidified her decision of her leaving because he would always chose her above himself, even at the expense of himself hurting. She had to love him enough to let him go. âAlexâŠâ she breathed stopping him midway âI have to.â Shaking her head she stood up to leave but didnât see him stand up at the corner of her eyes. Somewhat relived it wouldnât be harder to walk out that door perhaps. As she clutched her keys and wallet she felt a tug at her leg.
Looking behind to see Alex on his knees for her, it was perhaps the worst sight ever her tears reciprocating his again before he even spoke. âY/n I beg of you please donât goâ he said as he wrapped his arms around her legs, on his knees weeping for her.
Trying to remain balanced on her footing against his grip, âdonât do thisâ she pleaded as her voice broke and she knelt to his level. âPlease donât make this harder.â She cried choking on her words and held his hands. Alex held her hands back very tightly.
âIt doesnât have to be hard at allâ he spoke through tears as she sat close to him he brought her closer naturally settling onto his lap. As she cried and wiped his tears more just streamed down his face, âWe can make it out of this y/n please, trust me please have some faith in usâ
The desperation in his voice, the tears and his words it was all so gutting. This would me one of those moments she would perhaps never recover from. If she ever finds happiness again she felt like it would be at the expense of this, it would be hard for him. Very hard, but he would do so much better if she left. It was evident how much he was willing to give even to the last moment, it was concerning. âYou canât love someone this hardâ y/n held his face in her hands and told him sternly âI am very miserable and Iâm bringing you the same pain-over and over. This is it Alex. You wonât hurt again at the hands of me and Iâm sorry it is this wayâŠâ she told him. He had no words but tears to shed. He sat absolutely defeated with her entangled in his arms. Neither he said anything nor did she.
Y/n held him back wrapping her arms around him giving him a hug or maybe hiding his teary face from herself and likewise. Rubbing his back as she hugged him sitting upon his lap. He buried his face by her neck holding her close. If the world were to end he wouldnât care because it already did for him. The thought that this was probably the last time she would be in his arms like this made his agony worsen.
They just held each other for almost a whole hour, her head resting by his chest as they sat intertwined. The silent and slow understanding of the end. Some picture frames on the coffee table and the wall ahead, somewhat blurry because of the tears, those memories came back so much clearer. There will be no more and these will just remain pictures. Alex let out a shudder of a breath at that thought. âWhere will you go?â He asked her in a tone just above a whisper.
âTo my dadâs.â She replied softly without looking back up at him nor attempting to shift away from his grip. Last of his warmth. Theirs.
âHe was just starting to like meâŠâ he spoke as a soft chuckle escaped him through the tears and y/nâs followed. He would often joke with her that her dad âhated himâ because he was rather stern to him and she would always tell him otherwise. In truth he may be but what did it all matter now? He looked down at her in his arms when she let out a little laugh too but then quivering, broke down in his arms. He kissed the top of her head with silent consoling and holding her with the last of his love sheâd let him give her.
The night wouldnât last forever just like them and she finally left. With much courage and a heavy heart out of his arms and then their shared place. Alex couldnât watch her leave and he did not. The last glimpse he caught of her face before he kissed the top of her head. He would think back to this for a long while and he wanted to remember her beautiful face and not her leaving him. She left and the door shut, on their house and their life together.
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A job is a job. However excruciating and beaten down, it finds you on your face but youâre bound to return. Y/n did as well. Over half a year, she started working again. Lived with her dad to make a comeback to the one place that would have ever even after everything. Her career made a turn eventually the Twitter smear campaigns wear themselves out. Talent comes through in Hollywood despite its vice like grip over its finest stars. Y/nâs project worked out, she avoided the award season despite being nominated but she did walk promotional red carpet for her new project. Time heals.
Time is subjected to heal everything even with some ignited hatred if that be to overcome the hurt. Alex, he grew to despise y/n. The first few months hurt so much, everywhere in the house heâd find his things even after she collected them. There were pieces of her everywhere. Their pictures were what hurt the least. Even after he moved out of the place whose sunrise constantly reminded of her absence of his arm. He kept finding her things everywhere. The longing could surround him for long until he turned all of that sadness into a harsher emotion. It was difficult to teach himself to decline her thoughts, hate her. But he did and thatâs when he wasnât as sad.
When the devil canât reach you it keeps you on Alex turnerâs bad side. Or perhaps send you to him. Just as now, y/n was doing her friend of years, Richard, a favour. Moreover Richard pleaded and begged her to do so. He was making a music video for the arctic monkeys and the studioâs PR team members wanted y/n specially or pull the cord of the entire project. Since her career was booming it would be perfect publicity for the upcoming single and her history with Alex. Y/n would rather not indulge in such at all, especially with Alex. Richard assured her that Alex wouldnât even be on the set for the music video and it was set in Irelandâs grasslands. Too far for Alex to attend anyways since he wasnât in the music video.
First day on set after she lands there y/n finds herself treated with warmth with the core team. The operator, the camera team, the crew most of them were faces sheâd previously known. Everyone âgladâ to see her working again was a comment she was irked with for a while ever since sheâd returned to working. They always said it in a comforting tone as if sheâd was coming back from jail or so, such patient like sympathy was difficult but not anymore. Very comfortably used to it. Superficial condolences in the best way perhaps.
âMissed you fuckface!â She laughed as she hugged Richard on the set and he joined along. Hugging her back, theyâd met after a long while.
âI did too, you jerk.â He laughed and ruffled her hair a bit, she nudged away in response and their inside jokes kept ongoing. Through the conversations it swayed back to being on set and Richard worked her through the video.
âThis place is so remote Iâm so glad you agreed because nobody else wouldâve come this far and Alex wanted just you.â Richard mentioned as he talked her through the cinematic of it.
âWait, Alex did?â Y/n asked furrowing her brows together. Richard had stated to her that Alex wouldnât be there at all so him wanting her for the video, âjust herâ was somewhat unbelievable.
âThe record didâŠitâs kind of the same thing.â Richard replied.
âItâs notâ she shrugged given she knew the context conversations between Alex and the record from when they were together. âIâm just so glad heâs not hereâ
âHeâs not a bad person you knowâ Richard accounted for him thinking the breakup was his fault given how rigid y/n was not wanting to sign up for an AM project.
âOh no of course notâ heâs an angel, she didnât say out loud. Alex kept whatever happened between them through the break up private. He didnât even paint her out like someone who wronged him to their mutual friends, when he couldâve done so.
âThen why do you have such a problem with him being here?â Richard asked with voice laced of confusion and curiosity.
âI donât have a problem just too much-â drama? Bad memories? Good memories? Regret? All too much perhaps.
âWell thatâs great then because he might be here.â Richard spoke hurriedly despite his promise he was just making the video he couldnât dictate who could and could not be on set. Especially not the lead singer.
âWhat? What do you mean?â She asked with a dejected scoff, she believed him when heâd promised that Alex wonât be on set. âWhat do you mean here Richard you told me-â
âI mean here as in he may be around but heâs here for now-â Richard fumbled with his words mentally preparing for the telling off y/n would inflict on him soon enough.
âHere as in?â She asked raising sharp brow at him crossing her arms.
âAs in IrelandâŠâ Richard trailed off and took a cue to hastily add the next information as she took in a sharp breath âCould also be on setâ
âOn set?!â She exclaimed âright now?â
âIâm not sure okay I donât know-the video script had some changes and he was needed for some pretext or something. Also, y/n. Heâs written this song, itâs his bandâI canât just say no to him if he wants to be on set.â Richard explained. The bickering went on back and forth for a while until a voice from behind broke them.
âRichard!â Alex exclaimed as he paced up to the man, all colour drained and also made her flustered when the air shifted with Alexâs hasty walk to Richard who she stood right beside. Alex greeted Richard with a hug. âThis is a beautiful location, fantastic work yeah?â
âAh thanks mate.â Richard said with a smile as they made a small talk about the set and think pieces. He tried to include y/n in the conversation too but Alex didnât once look to the side as if she wasnât even present there. Richard talked about some of the crew to Alex and then, wanting to relay it slowly. âAnd y/n, you know her of courseâ
âRight yeahâ Alex scoffed and made a somewhat bothered expression, irritated in an instant. He did so as if she truly wasnât present there. Intimidatingly he stood with his hands on his waist, leather jacket, the classic Alex. Soon enough without casting her as much as a glance he took his leave from the conversation.
She wasnât ready for this conversation, not that it was a conversation at all. Y/nâs little âhi thereâ was blatantly ignored by him too but it was all expected. She had planned to not cross paths with him but hypothetically after all that went down she had anticipated him being cold like this. She wasnât mentally prepared for it, not today. However she didnât hold it against him by all means he had the right to act this way. Even if she wanted to be somewhat offended by his harshness his pleading face, desperate tone, begging her not to leave on his knees all of it just came flooding back to sink her in regret. If the roles were reversed she would want to be far away from Alex and thatâs what she would grant him. Keep her distance.
âSoâŠâ Richard trailed off pulling her out of her train of thoughts to talk about the unsolicited harshness. To an outsider, the breakup had been almost 6 months ago and neither of them made any big grievances about it so it was all very odd.
âDonât.â Y/n shook her head not willing to go into this discourse.
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Iâll do a few parts to this series let me know if you want to be tagged ;)
Comments and thoughts will be so so so very appreciated please please please let me know
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Pairing: Big Stunna x Baby Girl!Black!Fem!/ Plus Size reader
Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, You are in charge of your own reading experience. Intentional use of AAVE. SMUT. FILTH. PWP, cursing, PIV, oral (female receiving) teasing/mocking, size kink, dirty talk, praise kink, all consensual. Soft Black reader.
Summary: Stunna is dealing with a lot in regards to the business. He sends you off to have a relaxing day shopping and pampering yourself. But when you get home, Stunna can't resist you.
Word Count: 2,856k
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A/N: WHEW. I've been FERAAAAALLLL. So I needed to bang this out. This is as close as I get to a drabble. Toss a coin to your writer by leaving a comment or reblog!
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You could not wait to get home. You stared down at your freshly painted pink nails. The soft, pale color went well with your beautiful brown skin and looking at them only made you feel prettier. Doubly so because your man chose the color for you today.
Typically, your man didnât like you driving yourself around but he had a lot of business to take care of. He handed you a stack of cash and told you to pamper yourself today. And you nearly spent every last bit of it.Â
First, you stopped by your favorite beauty store and grabbed your favorite bubble bath, some candles, and some lotion. Then, you made it to the makeup store, grabbing things you did not need but absolutely wanted. Lip shine, mascara, whatever your little heart came across just because you could. Lastly, you went to the spa and got one of the best massages of your life.
You had nearly fallen asleep on the table as the masseuse worked out lingering kinks and knots into your plump skin. You had gotten the works. A facial, foot rub, nails and feet done, and some quiet time in the sauna. You were mighty relaxed and now, all you wanted to do was see your baby.
You pulled onto your quiet street, the houses as nondescript as possible. Stunna didnât want to flaunt his wealth that much. He preferred to flaunt it in other ways. Helping out in the neighborhood, taking care of those in his employ, or simply treating you. You loved that he wasnât a braggart. Or thought the world owed him something just because.Â
When you pulled into the driveway, you frowned a bit. He was usually at the door for you, pulling it open before you even had a chance to stop the car. You got out and locked the door, leaving your bags in the back because you knew Stunna will carry it inside for you.
Once inside, the sweet aroma of fresh apples wafted through the air. It was just an air freshener, but this was one of the best things you loved about coming home. That it felt like a home, small as your family may be. It was just you and Stunna for now and you wouldnât have it any other way.
But where was he? With all the nonsense going on in his little feud with Malcolm, you had to contend with Stunnaâs diverted attention. You hated it. You didnât want to impose, but enough was fucking enough.Â
âBaby?â You called out. Your heels clicked on the runner in the foyer as you walked down the hallway in search of your husband. He wasnât in the kitchen where he usually was or on the couch watching his games.Â
You took out your phone. There were no missed calls from him. There was just the text from him telling you to drive safely when you told him that you were on your way home. This just wasnât like him.Â
You sighed. So much for being excited. You had wanted to show off your nails and gush about your day. You wanted to show off your sinfully short black skirt and white button up shirt. The sleeves billowed slightly and gave you a slightly artsy look. Paired with your heels, it was a little dressy, a little cutesy, and you loved it.Â
You went upstairs, a little miffed that your outfit went to waste. The bedroom door was closed so you opened it, ready to call Stunnaâs phone and see where the hell he ran off to. As the door fully opened, you were grabbed from behind with a loud yell.
You screamed, arms stretching out wide to hang onto the doorframe and prevent your attacker from pushing you inside. Raucous laughter filled the doorframe as your husband, Stunna, kissed your cheek.Â
Your heart was beating so fast, it took you two tries to yell out, âYou scared the shit out of me!âÂ
âIâm sorry, baby,â he said. âYou didnât see me on the couch and I wondered what youâd do.âÂ
You tried to twist out of his grasp, lowering your hands to his so that you could forcibly remove him. He didnât budge. He held you tighter about the waist, planting soft kisses along your neck and cheek.
âForgive me?â He mumbled in between kisses.Â
âI ainât hear no apology,â you said and sucked your teeth. Meanie. You crossed your arms because you already knew that he wasnât going to let you go until he got what he wanted.Â
âI am so, very, completely, passionately sorry,â he said in between kissing your neck, cheek, and jaw. âI wonât do anything like that again.â
You sighed. You could feel the pout in his words. âFine, I guess I forgive you,â you said, losing the bulk of your anger. You were more scared than anything else and now that your heartbeat resembled something close to normal, there wasnât anything left to be mad about.Â
âHm, let me see,â he said. He finally released you and you turned in his arms to look up into his gorgeous face. It felt like it had been longer than just a few hours since youâve seen him. Like every second expanded into hours the longer you were away from him.Â
You looked him over. He wore a black T-shirt and matching black sweats on his long frame. A gold chain lay around his neck and he smiled, showing off a set of gold canines. He perused you in much the same manner, taking the moment to appreciate each other and the moment.Â
He smiled, so you smiled in response. He took both of your hands in his and looked at your nails. âHm, lookinâ so pretty,â he said. He kissed the backs of both hands and then took in the rest of your outfit.Â
âThis what you wore outside?â He asked.
You nodded. You stepped away and did a little spin for him. âYou like?â You asked.
âI love,â he said, his voice getting deeper. Lower. Your eyes flicked to his and saw the raw hunger in his eyes. He looked from your heels, to your thick thighs, all the way up to the top of your head.Â
âMatter of fact, you look good enough to eat,â he said. âGet yo ass on that bed.âÂ
The back of your thighs tingled instantly from the sheer power of his voice. Dangerous, dangerous man. Your mouth opened into a pretty little âOâ as you gaped at him. âCan I freshen up first?âÂ
âYou heard me. Bed,â he said. He stood stock still, still framed by the doorway that his head nearly brushed the top of. He rubbed his small beard, looking at you as if he wanted to rip your clothes off.Â
You began to walk backwards towards the bed, keeping your eye on him with a small smile. His mouth quirked to the side, watching your shenanigans. Yes, you were complying, but in your own way, dammit. A small bit of payback for scaring you.Â
When you got to the bed, you sat down, tossing your phone onto the nightstand. The bed was a Grand Turk Plush mattress, so soft and plush that you sank down onto it. It wasnât the greatest for the wild lovemaking you two did, but it was heaven on both of your backs so youâd take it.Â
Stunna finally moved from the doorway, stalking towards you. When he got in front of you, you had to lean back just to continue looking in his eyes. He was that damn tall.Â
You gently rubbed your thighs together, already needing a bit of friction. Nothing escaped Stunna. He smirked at you. âOpen,â he said.Â
Slowly, you shifted on the bed to open your legs and accommodate him in between. He sank to his knees, shoulders pressing your legs out further. Then, he reached under your skirt for your panties, drawing them down your legs.Â
Your breathing turned heavy. Everything about this man just ramped up your horniness. And it wasnât always his sex appeal. It was just him. Kind, loving, and an absolute gangster out in the streets. Youâve seen him get medieval nasty when it came to his business and the good Lord help you, but you loved it.Â
Free of your panties, Stunna pushed your skirt up and around your hips. He sucked in an appreciative gasp, eyes getting bigger.Â
âPlease, donât tease me right now,â you said. You couldnât stand it. You needed him feral. Softness right now would absolutely crush you.
ââHow you need me, then, baby?â He asked.Â
âMore. I need more. Break me in half,â you said.Â
Stunna chuckled. âAs my lady commands,â he said. His hands jerked out fast, grabbing the back of your knees and pulling you forward on the bed. You squealed at the unexpected roughhousing.Â
Wasting no time, his lips latched onto your clit and began sucking like his life depended on it. With his gold canines and the dim room, you almost felt like you were getting devoured by a vampire. It only turned you on.Â
You throbbed in his mouth and he moaned, pushing your legs on top of his shoulders. You were pretty sure your heels were digging into his back but he made no indication that it bothered him.Â
âOh, oh fuck,â you moaned. âYes, yes, yes!â Your nails flew to his head, lighting scratching at his scalp and holding him closer. Fuck, you felt so good. You grinded on his tongue. Each swipe of his tongue pushed you closer and closer to the edge.Â
If you could pay this man to eat you out for hours on end, you absolutely would. After a few years of marriage, you found that there were still things to try with him. Still new positions or a bit of role playing to introduce. Things to ask for. That would have to be one of them. See how long you could give oral before the person climaxed.
Stunna removed his mouth and you whined. His mouth was quickly replaced with his fingers. You were so slippery and wet, that it almost didnât feel different to not have his mouth there. You continued to twist and writhe on the bed, body tensing as you got closer.
âI been dealing with shit all day, but Iâve been dreaming about tasting you,â he said.
You huffed a laugh. âYou ate me out this morning,â you said.Â
âFuck that mean?â He asked. To emphasize his point, he dipped two fingers inside of you. Once his fingers were coated in your essence, he pumped them faster and harder, shaking his palm against your clit. Your toes curled in your heels. Your thighs strained around his shoulders.Â
Your breathing turned ragged. Your hand flailed, looking for a place to grab on to. But he was too far out of reach. Stunna only watched you struggle and squirm, not giving you the anchor you were seeking.Â
âEven at my angriest today, I just pictured this. You absolutely undone on my fingers,â he said. His voice grew quieter as if allowing room for your climax to get louder. Your whimpers and whines turned to keening cries as your back bowed and you finally came. You gushed onto his fingers.
Stunna continued to finger fuck you, encouraging the sounds you were making. âMusic,â he said.
âSo, so mean,â you panted as you shivered from such an intense orgasm.Â
âYou wanna see me get really mean?â He asked.
He didnât wait for you to respond. He stood up abruptly, dropping your legs to the edge of the bed. He stood up to his full height and then grabbed your legs once more, pulling you until your ass half hung off of the bed.
âIâm gonna fall!â You screamed.
âI ainât never gonâ let something happen to you,â he promised. He hooked your legs around his waist and then he pushed his sweats down low enough to free his thick, fat dick.Â
You may have moaned. You may have drooled. Whatever it is that you did, made Stunna chuckle as he tapped his dick against your wet pussy. It made delicious wet smacking sounds and you moaned from the impact and from the filthiness of it.Â
He swirled his tip through your folds, coating his dick in your essence. He looked at you, right in the eye. âI just want you to know that I love you,â he said.
You tilted your head at him, wondering what he meant by that. Then, he slammed home in one hard thrust. It was so quick, you were feeling so full, that your mouth dropped open but no sound came out.Â
Stunna didnât care. He began to pound away inside you like a man possessed. As if your pussy held the fountain of youth. Or was the lost city of Atlantis. You could hardly breathe as he rammed his fat dick inside of you, over and over. He found a steady, punishing pace that made you see stars.
You could only look up at the popcorn ceiling as he rammed inside. âBreathe baby,â Stunna grunted. âBreathe or Iâll stop.âÂ
You nodded, still not trusting your lungs. But you also didnât want him to stop. So you forced air into your lungs, taking heaping big breaths to get your mind acting right again. âOh fuckfuckfuckfuck,â you cried. Tears gathered in your eyes.Â
Only him. Only your husband. Only this man made all others pale in comparison. The world could go to hell at the moment and youâd still only have eyes and love for this man.Â
Your hands clawed at his shirt as he drooped forward, planting a wet kiss on your forehead. His necklace swung powerfully with his thrusts. His gold canines flashed as he tilted his head up a bit to give you a quick glance over.Â
He moaned low and deep in his chest. Never breaking stride, he lifted off of you and then began to unbutton your shirt with one hand. The other pressed into the mattress against your side to keep his balance.
âPut them hands on me,â he commanded. You obliged by wrapping your hand around the arm beside you and the other on his shoulder. He groaned as your hands found his skin.Â
âFuck, feeling so good. Baby. Fuck, fuck,â you moaned. You were so close again. So soon. It was too much. Your head flopped from side to side. Trying to stay in the game but knowing that your ass needed to tap out.Â
The hand on his shoulder tried to push him, to ease him up, to slow him down. But he persisted. âJust remember, I love you,â he said again. He smirked as you groaned, your eyes rolling into the back of your head.
He freed enough of your buttons to push the shirt apart and show him your white bra. He hooked a finger down the center and pulled far enough to free your titties from the cups. Pushed under your titties, the bra made your titties stand out.Â
He grinned as if heâd found the prize at the bottom of a cereal box. He leaned forward again, bringing his lips to your sensitive nipples.
Once he latched on, your body began to jerk and twitch out of your control. Fuck, that felt amazing. Pleasure rippled through your body like waves, as you screamed and cried his name.Â
âYes, baby, let them neighbors know my name,â he grunted. He pumped a few more times, tongue laving at your chest as he finally moaned one last time and spilled inside of you.
His cum was scalding and shot out in spurts, bathing your insides. You cried as he continued moving as if his body was no longer his to control.Â
You both panted as he half collapsed on top of you. He looked up at you and you couldnât help giggling with him.
âWhat the hell got into you?â You asked when you finally trusted your voice.Â
âEverything about you, my love. Everything,â he said.Â
He climbed further onto the bed, not leaving from inside of you as he dropped the full weight of himself on top of you. You laughed under the weight of him.Â
âYou get on my nerves!â You giggled, struggling for breath underneath him.Â
Stunna chuckled and then finally rolled over. He brought you with him until you were the one laying on top of him. His hands gripped your waist, pushing your skirt further up so that it could flutter naturally around his waist.Â
âI wanna feel you bounce on this dick. I got some more loads for you,â he said. He thrusted his hips, making you bounce on him as if he were an unruly pony. You laughed and laughed, sides starting to hurt.
âMore loads for me, huh?â You asked.Â
âHell yeah. I need to fill you up so I can watch it slide out,â he said with a saucy wink.
You rolled your eyes but nothing was stopping you from getting what he promised.
The end.
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Heyy btw this isn't like Urgent or anything but I just got my last payment for my English teacher job (and it was just two weeks' worth of pay bc my contract ended on December 15th).
My contract doesn't get renewed until the start of February, which means I won't get paid again until the END of February because I get paid the last workday of every month, so I won't have a stable source of income for the next two months.
Both my husband @uxrabbit and I are doing commissions and other odd jobs here and there but we have nothing really stable so far so in case y'all wanna help me out here's some ways you can toss a few coins into my hat if you want.
And here's my husband's art commish info:
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HI AGAIN. Ever since I found your blog and also sent a totally normal ramble abt cannibalism I've been just. Gently tossing your guys back and forth in my head. You're a wonderful writer and I'm always excited to see you on my dash!!
Gonna throw my hat in as asking an actual question- How would your guys fare if their obsession had a particularly weird or morbid interest? I get the vibes that some of them would most certainly encourage it but I also feel like Vinnel would hit me with a hammer if I panic infodumped about ebola-
[Hellow, glad to see you again! Also, I know you probably just forgot, but "your guys" encompasses way too many characters to talk about at once, so I'll assume you were going for TCE staff.]
Morell especially likes hearing about your cannibalism infodumps. They're actually useful to him, since he's going to be living with you, and he needs to know what he can and can't feed you, as well as a possible child between you. It's actually interesting stuff, he'd like it if you talked about it to his family too, you're a smart piggy. Any other topics are usually met with less enthusiasm (unless kitchen/food related), and he'll ask you to quit it if you start talking too much about mushrooms. Overall, it's nice background noise to work to.
Patches is all about infodumping. In fact, you're subjected to it often too, even if he doesn't always stop to explain basic concepts you'd need to understand his rambling. He'll give you a recorder he has, so he can keep the sound of that boundless enthusiasm in your voice forever. He's much more participative than the others, asking various questions and tossing random scenarios at you that'll prompt you to learn even more. There's a potential he'll get distracted and stop working to just research this with you the whole day.
Gallon loves a weirdo -No offense- Feel free to dump all that morbidity on him, he soaks it up like a sponge (so does Martin, be careful). Although he prefers to let you speak unhindered, only egging you on when it seems you're getting passionately angry about things, there's a chance Gallon may begin his own little tidbit sharing regarding a variety of poisons and toxins. He's selective with what he lets slip, but figures it could interest you.
Santi likes listening to you. Doesn't matter what it's about. There's only one thing he doesn't want you to morbidly talk to him about, anything featuring kids. Other than that, you think a rant about the intricacies of cannibalism's effects will kill his mood? Hah, nice try. He usually doesn't have anything smart to say, but may actually pitch in with some first hand details if you mention something sexual and morbid.
Let's face it, this is going in one of Grimbly's eardrums and out the other. Unless, you can talk like you're in a true crime podcast, then he's all ears. Grimbly typically responds to these interests by bragging to others about how his Mommy's "so smart" and "cultured" and he learns so much with you! You should start a YouTube channel!
Nebul likes to hear what you think is morbid. He'll let you ramble when you've been good enough to earn his attention, or if it allows you to keep obeying him. He has his own morbidities to share with you, as a wraith who has seen the darkest parts of many a mind. Surely, you of all people would be fascinated to know how the brain reacts to very invasive types of trauma only some monsters can inflict...
Vinnel will use this to his advantage during shows. You're placed in dangerous games where the whole goal is for you to explain said morbid concepts to the audience while Vinnel or Jingles try to destabilize you so you'll fall into painful contraptions or get cut/bruised/undressed. Sometimes Vinnel pays attention to your infodumps, other times he openly doesn't, it's a coin toss.
Belo sincerely discourages you from seeking such dark information in your brain. A lesser's mind is like a canvas, and it shouldn't be furnished with such desolate knowledge... If your morbid interests somehow can shine a glimmer of positivity or utility, the angel will be a little more inclined to letting you keep pursuing these topics. Otherwise, Belo actively attempts to distract you.
Sybastian doesn't understand about 80% of what you're about to tell him, but he has all the time in the world to sit and listen to his favorite person spit words. He's not verbally communicative during these episodes, but he may clap depending on how impressive the information is, and he remembers things you say enough to sometimes present you with paraphernalia vaguely related to the topics of your morbid interests.
Fank-e is a good bet because he can add onto your information in real time, or correct small detail you may get them wrong. He's generally happy to give you links to more information sources and try to match your level of knowledge, uncaring of how dark the subject theme may be.
If there's one thing you can infodump to Krulu about, it would be diseases. Plagues and ailments of several types are his specialty, the chances of him imparting bits of knowledge you absolutely should not possess on this matter are high. Another thing you may infodump to him about is corvids. It gets him in very favorable moods, surprisingly.
#Morell oc#Gallon oc#Belo oc#Patches oc#Nebul oc#Sybastian oc#Vinnel oc#Santi oc#Grimbly oc#Fank-e oc#Krulu oc#hi-im-lugh
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I figured I should interrupt everyone's dash for some notes on current real life things.
This is a hefty one, so I'm tucking everything below:
A little good news. As of this writing, Iâve sold 74 copies of The Vampyres, in eBook and paperback! Thatâs 74 more than I thought I would ever sell! Thank you to everyone who picked up a copy or asked your library to grab some. Especially when I know I havenât been the most stellar self-marketer. I canât remember the last time I opened the septic tank formerly known as Twitter, so itâs all been down to this little corner here and a skinny appearance in Goodreads. Which means I owe any attention this short and sinister tale has received to you all and plain old word-of-mouth.
That said, thank you x100000 to you and any new readers yet to take a look. (And doubly so for those of you who go out of their way to leave comments and reviews around for me to reread ad infinitum.)
For those not in the know, all the info on The Vampyres can be found here, and all my author odds and ends can be found on my website here.
On a less heartening noteâŠ
As Iâd already expected, the market for career writers isâŠrough. Copywritingâand writing in generalâis technically a big open field (full of caveat descriptions about having to work with/teach AI programs to eventually swallow your job)! Tons of open positions! Most of which either pay you in pocket change while youâre working full time or expect you to singlehandedly run the entire marketing of a business for slightly more pocket change. Everything else is bloated with contract and/or freelance work*.
*Read: Gig economy schlock trying to pass for an actual job position with payment being a coin toss. Iâve also seen one too many listings on the job boards that are volunteer positions. Plenty of exposure to rake in though, right? Ha. Ha ha.
Iâve still been applying like clockwork, same as the rest of my fellow creators trying to get by in a field that seems to actively punish trying to be a professional in said field, and still no bites further than an interview. I have years of experience and a degree, but everyoneâs chasing the same crumbs, so. Yeah. Iâve got to start padding things out.
Reminder that I do have a (barely peddled) Ko-Fi. Itâs there for art commissions and chucking a few spare bucks at. Which is an increasingly big ask these days, I know. You canât scroll two posts down without hitting someone elseâs Ko-Fi, Patreon, GoFundMe, Kickstarter, et cetera. Weâre drowning in arting starvists here. And although I have been asked before whether I would consider going full Freelance Storywriter on top of selling art, Iâm still a little hesitant on it. I do occasionally send out story submissions and have even gotten published a few times, but I get nauseous thinking about:
1) Putting up a paywall on the scribbles that assail me like a baseball bat wielded by an unmerciful Muse. 2) Putting up a âStories for Sale!â sign only to wind up disappointing prospective buyers because I didnât do their blorbos justice even after researching X background for the piece. 3) Getting duped into being a nonconsenting ghostwriter and discovering someone else has published my work under their own name.
So, still a bit iffy on that. Iâll chew on it. But what else is left?
Before you click the button!
Stop!
NOT YET!
Before you click, please know that I am being serious about this as something to potentially make 1) something of good quality and 2) earn more money than it loses. Looking around at the merch-making/selling options, there are fees involved with making an account just about anywhere in the online store game, give or take the price tweaking needed for shipping and manufacturing blah blah blah.
With that in mind, please do not automatically hit âyesâ because you want to be nice. I appreciate it, but this isnât the same thing as the Ko-Fi where thereâs no real loss in just leaving it up and drawing something once every few months. This will take new designs, another subscription to pay for, more logistics to untangle for quality and pricing and all the rest of the mess. Only hit âyesâ if you, personally, genuinely, would like to purchase some nefarious See Arcane wares beyond a book or a digital drawing.
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There's a piece of writing advice I heard ages ago-- if two characters need to kiss or say the words "I love you" for the audience to know that they're in love, then you've written it wrong.
(My own addendum: if the reality of them being in love feels like it comes out of the blue, it had better be a deliberate choice on the writer's part for those feelings to be completely hidden from the audience and characters. The above writing advice is aimed specifically at those awful obligatory comp-het romance subplots shoehorned into so many mainstream stories.)
What's funny is that right now I'm in the middle of writing something and I'm continually undecided about whether to write it as romantic or queerplatonic, and a good deal of it comes down to this.
There are no tearful love confessions, no passionate kisses in the rain. But there's the constant fondness and prioritizing the other person and thinking about them and being there for them. They are each other's Most Important Person. They love each other, your honor. The only actual question is whether or not they're making out or fucking nasty or whatever right off screen, and even that could be a coin toss, honestly.
(I should add here that I'm gray-ace. Am I on the aro spectrum? Fuck if I know.)
But it also makes me think of the way fans-- and particularly queer fans-- spot romances between characters that are ostensibly written to be Just Friends. Because we look at the Designated Romance and so often see two people who don't have anything in common and don't even like each other, and then we look at the characters' best friend and/or antagonist, and it's Love. It's obviously Love. The only thing missing from it being Love is that they aren't actively making out on-screen or tearfully confessing their feelings to each other.
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fanfic writers are really out here bringing your fantasies to life and making your panties wet for free. đđđ i've read so many fics here and on ao3 that outshine what booktok defines as edgy and raunchy. maaaaaaaaannnnnnn, toss a coin to your favorite writer. they deserve it.
#and that's on mary had a little lamb#just read a fic that made my ears tingle#been thinking about it for days
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