#way more than five sentences haha

[takeyourcyanide]

imaginary fic game: crossstitch and 'starving'

It had been brewing between them since the moment they truly connected, since the very moment they had seen the depths of one another’s souls, each path and circumstance, each blood-soaked secret, and decided to love what they’d seen of their dissections of one another; something, for once, managing to be foreign to the both of them- even despite Spirit’s frequent escapades. Spirit desperately and frantically tried to ignore the gravity which seemed to keep them orbiting one another, endlessly drawing them in to each other- though recently, it had seemed much more like he was the one orbiting Stein, living in his world, aching when he couldn’t appease his every wish and absolve him of the agony he was born into. He’d leave all night to drink with and fuck anything that didn’t look even somewhat masculine, smirking arrogantly and obnoxiously at his fellow men, his constant glances at them reeking of a fervent and destructive desire for approval of any kind, trying not to even consider whether or not Stein felt neglected. It’s not as though they were in some sort of relationship, and was it even possible to neglect such a person? It was. He saw it in the resentful way he’d look at him, he observed it in the way he’d react to any small touch of his as though he’d been struck by lightning. ‘But he reacts to anyone trying to touch him that way!’ He’d bargain with himself. His bargaining would always fail, however, when he’d remember that he likely reacted that way due to touch being a foreign concept to him. Did he want to be touched in some way? Need it? Did he have a need for attention just like everyone else? Did he feel neglected and ignored? Did he feel unimportant in comparison to whatever hooker hoping to make a quick buck Spirit could get his hands on? Maybe he was fine with it. After all, that, which shall not be named that was growing, bubbling between the two of them was something Stein clearly had never experienced before, and perhaps wasn’t even used to receiving. Maybe it made him feel fearful to advance within those newfound emotions- maybe Spirit was doing him a favor! No, he wasn’t. Stein, someone who was not exactly used to comforting others or being comforted either, was forced every single early morning, often somewhere between the hours of one and eight, to hold his hair back as he hurled into their toilet for the umpteenth time that week. He always came home smelling of alcohol, of perfume. He never assisted Stein, did he? He kept him from getting himself in trouble out of sheer obligation, but that would probably feel like he was completely unaccepting and judgmental of him and his behavior, wouldn’t it? Would it even feel like he didn’t truly love him? Didn’t truly care? He wasn’t used to being comforted. He wasn’t used to being accepted. Did he feel neglected?

And why did he care so much? He was starving, too.

But then again, wasn’t he the one too preoccupied with his own fears to even explore the possibility of him and Stein being even more than what they already were?

[automaticllamacycle]

May Jesus forgive me for what I’m about to say.

Making matty jealous at an industry party until he spanks you and fucks you so hard afterwards

I am going to be combining this ask with this one that I got because they will fit will together hehe : literally matty just fucking you RELENTLESSLY like that man is not stopping until your actually crying like tears are flowing down your face

Disclaimers: reader is quite drunk during the sex, but I'm acting like this is in the dom/sub au I (kinda) have going on so they are in a very committed relationship and have discussed situations like this before! Anyways now onto the horny thoughts (even though im writing this more like a traditional fic)

this ended up being like 1.5k words. It is now 2am so it is NOT proof read, like not even a once over I am SLEEPY

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industry parties are the worst. You despise them. Its all the same every time. You would show up with Matty, have a few drinks of alcohol, and hang by Matty's side while he talked with people from the label. It got old really fast in all honesty.

Tonight you just wanted his attention more than anything, and you are determined to have it by the end of the night. You arrive to the party on his arm and the same old pattern begins as he's dragged away by Jamie to go talk to someone. Without Matty at your side, you excuse yourself to the open bar. One drink turns into two, which turns into three before you even realize it.

You planned this out beforehand. You thought to yourself, maybe if you got a bit drunk and needy, you could convince Matty to take you home early. After drink number three you walk over to Matty, and lean to whisper in his ear. "Baby, can we go home? I'm tired of this."

Matty can tell you're a bit tipsy from your mumbled speech. "Sweetheart, this stuff is important I can't just leave because you want to leave."

"But Matty-" you start, putting on pleading doe eyes. He cuts you off before you can finish your sentence.

"I said no. Now, go on, it shouldn't be too much longer, anyway. You can be patient."

So, you found yourself back at the bar, with another drink. You've had too much, but you don't really care. Too pissed at Matty to really give a shit.

After another hour passes you stumble back over to Matty. The liquid courage must be working because you don't even care about the fact he's talking to people. You nearly crash into his side when you reach him. "Matty! Can we go now?" He shoots you a glare instantly before turning back towards the two men he was speaking with.

"Sorry guys, this is my girlfriend Y/N. Please, continue on with what you were saying!" Matty's hand is around your waist in a bruising grip. His lips quickly come up to your ear to speak in a dark tone. "Behave."

You do behave... for a total of five minutes, then you get needy again. You start small, leaning into his side and placing your arm on his chest. The alcohol dulls your rational thinking enough that you have no shame in your next actions, reaching up to kiss him on the neck. Matty laughs off the kiss, not so much as turning his gaze to you, continuing to listen to the men speaking to him. His grip on your waist tightens. He's starting to get mad.

You don't stop. Your hand paws at his chest while you balance on your tip toes to whisper in his ear. "Please, sir. I need you-"

Matty steps away fast, not letting you connect your lips to his neck again. "Haha- sorry lads I think it's time I take her back home. Jamie is right over there and would be happy to answer any other questions you two might have." And with that Matty's hand firmly grips your wrist and pulls your behind him, out the door, and to his car.

Once your on the road, he finally speaks after giving you the silent treatment. "What the fuck was that? Were you trying to embarrass me? You know it's important that I talk to people like that at these things."

"I'm sorry- I just wanted your attention."

"And you thought the best way to do that was to beg me to fuck you in front of those guys?"

"I whispered it!"

"Whispered? You call that a whisper? I'm almost certain they heard you. How much have you had to drink tonight."

"Uhm... I lost count."

"No shit."

The rest of the car ride was filled with silence. When you arrive at his place, he doesn't even go around to open your car door, instead heading straight to the front door of his house. Once your both inside, he sits down on the couch. He's angry. Really fucking angry.

"Bend over my knee. Right now." You don't dare disobey him. That would only increase your punishment. You lean your body over his legs, giving him access to your ass. Matty flips up your dress to reveal your lace underwear that is already soaked through.

"I'm sorry sir- I- I promise I didn't mean to embarrass you. Just wanted you so bad." You flinch when his hand strikes your ass.

"Fucking slut. Just because you didn't mean to doesn't mean you avoid getting punished." You gasp as his hand comes down again, just as hard as the first strike. "Besides." His hand spanks you again. "You knew what you were doing when you decided to order all those drinks didn't you?" His hand hits you again, showing no mercy. "Needed some courage before you could be such a whore in public, huh?"

"Yes- yes sir- I knew what I was doing. I'm sorry." Matty's satisfied with your answer, but that doesn't stop the onslaught of his hands. You'll be bruised for at least a week. He wants you to remember this every time you sit down. He wants you to remember and learn from the punishment.

By the end of it, you're sobbing. The strikes were becoming too much, and you needed him to touch you. "Matty- p-please I- I need you, please."

"Have you learned your lesson?"

"Yes, sir. I'll never do it again. I promise." you say through choked sobs. Without warning Matty carries you to the bedroom and throws you onto the bed before he starts taking off his clothes. He's hard through his boxers, which are soaked with precum. You follow suit and take off your dress, wincing as you take the lace of your underwear off of your ass.

Matty's on top of you the next second, his cock at the entrance of where you need him most. "You know, I shouldn't even give you my cock. Only good girls deserved to get fucked."

"No! no no no! Please. I need you, I need you so bad." Tears flow down your cheeks.

Matty enters you suddenly, filling you to the hilt. He gives you no time to adjust to his size as he begins pounding into you. "Fine. I'll give you my cock." He groans out. "But I'm going at my fucking pace and you're going to take it."

His hips move rapidly, thrusting into you hard. All you can do is wrap your legs around his waist and dig your nails into his back. The moans that leave your mouth are desperate. Your cries fill the room, along with the sounds of skin meeting skin. Matty's pace is near animalistic.

Matty flips your over so you're on your stomach. You don't have the strength to hold yourself up, completely pliant on the bed. "Poor thing can't hold herself up? Thought you wanted me to fuck you?" he groans, continuing his fierce pace. The new position allows him to go even deeper into your cunt. It's all becoming too much.

"Matty-" you cry. "It's too much- I can't"

"Take it. Be my good girl and take my cock. You were fucking made for me." One of his arms wraps around your waist, pulling your up so your back is up against his chest. He uses his other hand to hold onto the headboard of the bed, steadying himself so he can thrust into you even faster.

"Matty- shit I can feel you in my stomach- fuck-" At your words, his hand shifts lower on your waist, pressing over where his cock bulges in your stomach.

"Yeah? You feel that?" He presses down harder, making a whine leave your throat. "Only I can do this to you. Your cunt is made for my cock." You moan out in agreement, drawing closer and closer to orgasm, and Matty is getting close too. "You gonna come for me? Gonna milk my cock?"

"Yes- yes sir- please."

"Go on then come for me." When he speeds up the pace of his hips, you're a goner, falling into the waves of an orgasm. The pleasure overwhelms you, pulsing through your veins. You cry out his name over and over again as he fucks you though it.

Matty is not far behind. It only takes a few more thrusts before he cums inside of you, filling you up deep inside. As soon as he's finished, he practically collapses on top of you. He takes the time to trail kisses on the back of your neck as you catch your breath and come back down to earth.

"You did good for me, baby. Did you learn your lesson?"

"Yes, sir."

"That's my girl. Let me take care of you now."

[woozvc]

notice you

0.8

w.c - 3.1k ish

okay, this is it.

you walk into the interview room, immediately hit by the bright lights and flowers around. it takes your eyes a moment to adjust to the light, maybe not wearing your glasses today wasn't the best idea. you take your seat and look ahead to them. they look unreal.

it never dawns upon you how good seventeen look in real life. almost better than their pictures. u smile at them, small bows and introductions before the cameras begin rolling. you see him and can't help but smile wider, he really is unreal.

the pd yells action and as if a new person, you're immediately more confident, reciting the script like it was engraved in your mind. "hello everyone, welcome to dingo's new show forever idol!, you've waited a long time huh? well we won't waste much time and introduce our guests for the first ep, a group who has always been very close to dingo. everyone please welcome seventeen!" small cheering by the staff followed by hoshi's "say the name" intro.

it's hard to say what exactly it is, but seventeen's energy is so calming. you don't feel like you're interviewing top idols, it feels like they're old childhood friends. the interview goes extremely smoothly, it's as if this is something you've done before. you're glad seventeen were able to make the mood a bit more lively and cheerful, they really are just a group of best friends.

asking the questions makes you understand seventeen more. the way hoshi always is excited to answer and ends up cutting someone off mid-sentence, how dk is always joining hoshi in his acts making sure he's never alone, seungkwan is always making sure that you're okay with hosting and is asking questions to you too. mingyu keeps laughing at everything and everyone and chan joins in to give small comments. vernon is usually quite, he sits back and just enjoys his members answers. sometimes he answers, and he's always answering in such a thoughtful way, it's admirable.

you wrap up your ending and the cameras are cut. you get up and offer to shake all of their hands, which they take eagerly. you get to shake vernons hand and he gives u a small smile. u return it and hope that the faint red tint creeping up your neck to your cheeks isn't noticible by him.

the pd says you guys can take some rest so they can film a behind video, ones where they run around asking them random questions. you excuse yourself from the group to the snacks aisle in the other room.

maybe it's because you're nervous, or scared, that u almost drop ur phone at the mention of your name. u catch your phone before it drops and see seungkwan and vernon before you"we surprised you huh? haha sorry but y/n we have a very serious and important question." seungkwan starts, emphasising the "serious and important" part.

you say a small yes when seungkwan hands the mic to vernon and he continues "so y/n fried chicken or ramen" a very serious question indeed u think. after a few seconds of thought u say your answer "fried chicken, it's my comfort food" and vernon gives u a victory high five with a smile while seungkwan looks to the camera in a rant about how fried chicken makes bloating worse and what not. honestly you couldn't pay attention, not when vernon looked at u.

the rest of the interviews were fun to watch, you got to know hoshi and dk LOVE having the camera on them and that dino likes being called handsome more than cute. never a dull moment with seventeen.

it's about 6pm when everyone is wrapping up to leave and u see jiwoo come in the room. she talks to a few staff and comes towards you.

"ready to leave?"

"yeah just let me check if I forgot something" you say as u turn towards the green room area. as you're about to walk you see vernon outside seventeen's room on the phone with someone. now you have 2 options, face vernon while going to your room Or just hope that you've left nothing behind.

"yeah let's go I don't think I'll leave something"

synopsis - you get invited to your first MAMA awards after debuting as a soloist. a dream come true for u. your fans are ecstatic but they can't help but notice how this one idol keeps stealing glances at u......and you can't ignore it either.

pairing — vernon x gn!reader

genre/s — smau, idol au, fluff, minor angst

warnings — a lot of cursing

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note — giggling🤭 sorry for the late post I wanted to post the interview part on my birthday 😭😭 we grow older with simp hansol💯

also um english isn't my first language so forgive me if there's any mistakes just pretend I wrote this correctly. I'm going to try to keep this series mainly smaus but I feel like I needed to write this part out to express the interview moments a bit better 🫶

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@ddokye

@jeonghansshitester @cienlvrs @vernyangel

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[wikiangela]

seven(ish?) sentence sunday

tagged by @diazsdimples @daffi-990 💖💖

definitely not seven sentences but whatever haha remember how I said i'm all over the place with my wips? at all times I have at least five docs open and switching between them, just cannot focus on one thing istg so here's more of the cheating fic! 🤣🤣

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He just changes the subject, though, and everyone goes along. Normally they’d all tease him about Taylor, or about Eddie, but clearly they see that it’s too tense now. It’s not their business, though, they don’t need to know why. Buck needs to fix it himself. He can do it. He doesn’t know how, but he’ll try.

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He doesn’t fix it. If anything, he makes it worse. 

It happens about a week later at a bar. It was a tense week, Taylor having officially moved in, and he and Eddie- he and Eddie have been good. More or less. They’re talking, at least. Trying to act normal, but Buck knows they both know it’s not. They’re not back to being ‘Buck-and-Eddie’ just yet.

That’s why they agreed to join their team on one of the evenings when they go out for drinks. It starts out like normal, everyone sitting around a table, talking and laughing, taking turns in buying drinks for the table. Buck and Eddie sit next to each other, like always, though one thing is different – no parts of their body touch, not a foot, not a knee, not a shoulder. Buck notices that changing as the night goes on, they lean further and further into each other the more they drink.

The part of him that loathes himself after that night knows he should either get away from Eddie or stop drinking, or it won’t end well, not with the way Eddie’s eyes shine, and his smile gets all gooey whenever he looks at Buck – which is a lot, it feel like he doesn’t take his eyes off of Buck, he can feel them even when he’s not looking back at Eddie. On the other hand, the other part of him, the reckless, idiotic, destructive part of him, wants nothing more than to lean in and kiss Eddie’s smile off of his face. 

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[diazsdimples]

Several Sunday Sentences

*stares wistfully at Single Dads AU* I'll be back for you I promise. I have started YET ANOTHER AU, inspired by the world of Frostpunk (the video game). Basically a Buddie survival in a frozen world fic where Buck saves Eddie and Chris from the cold and brings them back to the city (known as Sector 118), takes them under his wing and eventually helps Eddie go back for his sisters, despite there being a high chance of them dying from the cold. I'll do a better synopsis at some point but please enjoy a snippet below the cut (sorry, it's a bit long and still requires a bit of workshopping but I want y'all to like this HAHA)

Buck tucks his parka tighter around his body, shivering as another arctic blast of cold buffets him, throwing his body slightly off course. “Bobby!” he yells, his voice hoarse and rough from screaming into the ferocious winds. They’ve been on the go for 22 hours, surely they must be close to the distress beacon by now. “How far is the signal?” Bobby turns to him, squinting against the harsh light of the sun on snow, and hold out the small, electronic screen in his hand. There’s a red flashing dot, the beacon, surrounded by the five green dots that are Buck, Bobby, and the 3 other members of the scout team. “Can’t be more than maybe 50 feet. We should be able to see them from here! Okay, team, I want you fan out and search the area. If you find something, radio me immediately. Meet back here in 20 minutes regardless.” Buck nods resolutely and readjusts his goggles. Snow-blindness is the last thing he needs out here. Bobby sticks an axe in the ground as a landmark, and they fan out from there. It’s not actually snowing, just windy as fuck, so chances are it’ll still be visible in 20 minutes. Buck can’t have been searching for more than 5 minutes when he spots the small body in the snow. It’s the red of jacket that catches his eye, drawn around a tight face ringed with brown curls. The face looks so young. Instantly, with trembling hands, he fumbles for his radio and alerts Bobby. “Cap, I’ve found something! Looks like a kid, can’t tell if they’re alive or dead but I-I’ll investigate further.” Bobby’s voice crackles over the radio. “Okay, good catch, kid. I’ll make my way to ya.” Buck stumbles through the snow towards the tiny figure and is halfway there when he notices a second person, a man, his arms stretched out as if trying to grasp the fingers of the person in front of Buck. They look like a father and a child. A fucking kid. Buck runs the last few steps and drops to his knees in front of the child – a boy. He tears off his glove, wincing as the cold bites at his fingers, and presses the tip to the child’s neck. Very faintly he can feel the slightest flutter of a pulse and Buck’s body sags in relief. He runs his fingertips over the boy’s face, brushing the snow out of his eyes, and grabs a heating pack from his supply bag, pressing the nodule in the top corner of the pack and feels the heat spread down until the whole pack is warm. He quickly tucks it into the kid’s jacket, just over his heart. “There you go, bud, that’ll warm you up some until Bobby arrives. I’m just gonna check on your dad real quick, but I promise I’ll be back.” The man isn’t in much better shape than his son, his skin as cold as ice, but he starts making feeble attempts at movement the minute Buck puts his heated gloves against the man’s face, melting the ice from his eyelashes and rubbing against his cheeks until a little colour returns. The man grabs Buck’s wrist, his lips moving as he tries to speak, and Buck places a hand on his shoulder, stopping him from sitting up. “H-hey, I’ve got you, man, I’m gonna take good care of you. We’re gonna get you and your boy home.”

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[kitteneddiediaz]

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Hi Nolan!!! Sending you WAY more than seven sentences because writing the commentators has genuinely been one of the most fun writing I've done in AWHILE haha, here you are!!!!

“Welcome back to another match day here at MLS. LAFC back home after a long streak on the road. Currently coming off a 4-game win streak, most recently with a 6-2 lead against San Jose. Beautiful day here in Los Angeles as we get ready to start the first El Trafico match of the season. Diego, how are our two teams looking?”

“Great to be here Sebastian, let’s take a look at the past few weeks for both of these teams. As you mentioned, LAFC on a winning streak right now, clearly wanted to maintain the power that they exuded last season, ending in 3rd place over all. They’re currently 2nd in the Western Conference, only 2 goals behind our first place team - Salt Lake. LAGalaxy though with a surprising start to this season, only 3 places behind LAFC in the standings. They ended last season so poorly Seb, I think the team wanted lots of changes to be made during the off season. Clearly they’ve found their system and have been doing absolutely phenomenal lately, having just defeated the Seattle Sounders in a crushing 3-0 victory, bumping the Sounders back below the playoff line.”

“It’s really been a great season for both these teams so far, and the stadium is clearly very excited to see them go head to head again after all these months. Now, let’s talk about players. Obviously, we have to talk about Evan Buckley, the star striker from LAFC who scored four out of those six goals for LAFC last week.”

“Evan’s been doing great this season. I think having a new coach that he gets along with better has really helped. And man that game against San Jose, every time Buckley got the ball I was just waiting for him to send it into the net. What a phenomenal asset to the LAFC. Of course, we can’t just give Evan the credit, he’s got an amazing team behind him, McLoughlin in center field really finding a way past the defense of the opposing team to deliver the ball up front to Buckley, and you know, he’s doing so much better this season with staying onsides and playing off his team.”

“I couldn’t agree more, Diego. Now, let’s go to the other side of the field, and talk about the LAGalaxy, who have been absolutely flying this season. I haven’t seen them this alive in almost five years.”

“Yeah they’ve really gotten a finger on their play style this year, and I have to say, I am quite impressed with many of their new signings.”

“Absolutely, I think their new attacking midfielder - Sean Haley - is really doing well with getting the ball to the strikers, getting through the other team’s defense, and creating space for his team to play into.”

“You’re absolutely right Sebastian, but I can’t help but notice the teams glue in the form of their new center midfielder - Edmundo Diaz. I mean, this guy came out of nowhere and looks to be exactly what the Galaxy needed to clinch their last few wins against Seattle, Vancouver, and Houston.”

“Diaz has been doing great, and I’m very excited to see what he has in store for the Galaxy as we get through the season. Now, LAGalaxy is 3 spots behind LAFC in the standings. Any predictions for how tonight’s game is going to go?”

“You know, it could go either way. I think LAGalaxy is going to struggle, but I think they may give LAFC a bit of a challenge while they do it.”

[virusinfected-memes]

TUMBLR TEXT POST SENTENCE STARTERS, PT. 2 ;

75 starters. CW: blood mention, cussing, death. Starters come from various text posts floating around Tumblr. The only thing changed for this post was adding capitalization and punctuation. Feel free to change words and pronouns as needed! [PART 1]

“Academia is cool and sexy until I’m expected to work.”

“An anime with more than a hundred episodes is a bigger commitment than marriage.”

“Anyone who believes all water tastes the same is no acquaintance of mine.”

“Anyway, that’s every reported eyewitness account of Mothman through ‘68, and that’s just in West Virginia! Haha, but enough about me. Let’s hear about your top five cryptids!”

“Aside from being the worst person alive, I am literally perfect.”

“At the end of the day, I’m just a girl who loves her bed.”

“Being equally obsessed with each other sounds hot to me.”

“Being good doesn’t get you anything.”

“Be the worst you can be.”

“But do aliens believe in me?”

“Don’t let anyone dehumanize you. Dehumanize yourself. Be the creeping eldritch horror you’ve always longed to be. Rain furious vengeance down upon those who would unmake you.”

“Do something today that would’ve gotten you burnt at the stake four hundred years ago.”

“Do you ever just want someone to come over and sit on the floor with you for a few hours?”

“Do you ever wanna listen to music, but every song is just not the right song?

“Feeling safe around someone’s energy is a different kind of intimacy.”

“Flirting is childish. We’re grown. Just tell the person you like that you see God in their eyes.”

“Friendly reminder that the age of technology is coming to an end and a new age of blood magic and dark rituals will take its place.”

“Friendship is temporary. Blood pacts are forever.”

“Girls don’t want boys. Girls want to live in a Victorian estate and be the most feared widow in the village.”

“Half of me is a hopeless romantic and the other half of me is, well, an asshole.”

“Having a body causes me so much agony. I wish I was just a floating entity with no physical form.”

“How do I overthink so much and still make the wrong decision?”

““I can fix him!” You can’t even fix your sleep schedule, bestie.”

“I don’t care if your body is a temple. Call me when it’s been closed down and taken over by Spirit Halloween.”

“I don’t know about soulmates, but those people who eat parts of the food or candy that you don’t like and you do the same for them... We’ve lived a hundred lifetimes together, probably.”

“I don’t think we can romanticize our way out of this one, boys.”

“If you see me in the streets, just know that my mind is in the void. I’m physically alive, but mentally checked out.”

“I guess we all learned a valuable lesson. Except for me. I wasn’t paying attention and was asleep for most of the time.”

“I hate when people ask what I would do in their situation because nine times out of ten, I would literally never be in that situation in the first place.”

“I hope manners is the next cool trend.”

“I just love sleep so much. Like, you just close your eyes and you’re gone, bitch. Brain logged the fuck off. Powerful.”

“I just realized there’s, like, a hundred new Pokémon coming this year, give or take, and I have to decide what personal memories and details about friends to forget in order to make room for them all.”

“I like my women like I like my woods. Haunted and could kill me at any moment.”

“I like to fuck around and waste time at least six to ten hours a day, and let me tell you, that puts some pressure on your schedule. You have no idea how busy I am.”

“I love to learn. Unfortunately, my brain doesn’t like to remember.”

“I love when I ‘make a mental note’ of something. It’s gone within twenty seconds.”

“I’m not a religious person, but I do sometimes think God made you for me.”

“I’m not playing hard to get. I genuinely don’t know how to talk.”

“I’m wearing dark glasses today because I’m seeing the future, and the future is looking very bright.”

“I think it’s so neat that everyone develops their own unique handwriting even though we’re all taught to write our letters the same way. Really, it’s so cute.”

“I think making sense is optional. Sometimes I just be talking.”

“I think the meaning of life is eating good food in the company of people you love.”

“It’s because I’m pretty, that’s why I have problems.”

“It’s crazy how I’m just some person.”

"It seems you are in love with your computer.”

“It’s not rude to interrupt someone to point out a dog. It’s actually more polite because then they don’t miss out on the dog.”

“I will never elaborate because I have no idea what I just said.”

“Live, laugh, love? Nah. Languish, lament, lay down.”

“Michael Myers taught me a valuable life lesson. Don’t worry about how fast everyone around you is moving. If you’re determined, just move at your own pace and you’ll kill shit every time. Thanks, Mike.”

“Moving to the forest to eat leaves and lie in the dirt. Insurance companies can’t deny me this.”

“Okay, bored of being alone now. Ready to get married.”

“Okay, hear me out... What if—now bear with me—we held hands? Maybe even kiss a little? Hugs would be nice—”

“People keep posting ‘what’s REALLY in your food’ articles like I’m gonna stop eating whatever it’s about. Listen, death is coming. Death is coming. Pass me a hot dog.”

“People who fall asleep right away freak me out. Don’t you bitches have thoughts?”

“Really starting to understand old people these days. I love letters. Love packages. Terrified of my email inbox.”

“Someone take me out. Either in the assassination way or in the date way.”

“Sorry for being so sexy and having the best taste in literature. As if I asked for it.”

“Sorry I called you a fucking idiot. I was trying to flirt.”

“So what if I love you? Shut up.”

“The fact that I have to be in the ‘right headspace’ to do even the simplest tasks is absolutely humiliating.”

“The only difference between me and a medieval peasant is that I can make a Spotify playlist to express my feelings.”

“The only reason I haven’t gone insane is because I romanticize everything.”

“There should be a dating app where you talk to people who borrowed the same books from the library.”

“There’s something inherently holy about kitchens.”

“Tired of being a person. Would much rather be an unidentifiable and nebulous entity that lives in the woods and may or may not be an omen of misfortune to come.”

“Wanna haunt the neighborhood with me tonight?”

“Well, I used to be attracted to people, but now I’m exclusively attracted to abstract art and the concept of death.”

“What is the logic behind naps leaving you with a weird taste in your mouth? I wasn’t eating, I was sleeping. It’s the spiders, isn’t it?”

“Winnie the Pooh didn’t rock crop tops our whole childhood to watch us become unconfident about our bodies.”

“Yes, I’m dramatic! What did you expect? I read classic literature for fun.”

“You’d look prettier under six feet of dirt.”

“You don’t always need to talk. Like, it’s good to shut the fuck up sometimes. I love not talking.”

“You gotta walk into rooms like God sent you.”

“You’re beautiful, but you’re empty. No one could die for you.”

“You wanna know what’s annoying me right now? It’s me. I am annoying the goddamn shit out of myself.”

[kieran-granola]

20 questions for fic writers

I was tagged by @ladytauria! Thank you, bb ❤️

How many works do you have on AO3?

46 total, with 1 of them being @generatorcat way more than mine!

What’s your total A03 word count?

276,196.

What fandoms do you write for?

DC only on this account! I keep my obsessions separate haha

What are your top five fics by kudos?

Pretty (3,335 kudos) -> My beloved first long child that I'm hoping to post the next chapter of some time in January! Aka dysmorphic JayTim mutual pining feat accidental bonding

Whiskers and Wonder Boys (2,993 kudos) -> Adorable baby boyfriends! Or the story of Robin Jason saving Selkie Tim from starvation

The Best Taste in Omegas (2,713 kudos) -> The one in which omega hormones are catnip for children, and Jason keeps finding stray kids in his nests.

The House Always Wins (2,622 kudos) -> Top Dom Tim Wrecks Jason's Ass After Winning a Bet: The Story.

Mother Knows Best  (2,107 kudos) -> The reason why I will never beat the mommy kink allegations, aka Jason overcoming his kink shame with Dom Tim's help.

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

As much as I'm able to! I love to receive comments so I try my best to answer, but sometimes time just runs from me and it's either answering comments or writing.

What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Little Do You Know! This is a dark gaslighting fic, feat Bruce bitching Robin Jason without his knowledge or consent.

What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Probably Thicker than Water? JayTim end up happily married with children, both of them immortal vampires.

Do you get hate on your fic?

Not really? I've gotten some "I wish you'd write this", or some misguided comments but not hate.

Do you write smut?

Yeah.

Do you write crossovers?

Nope. I am Not A Fan.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes! Several times! Podfics too. It never stops blowing me away 💕💕

Have you ever co-written a fic?

Yep! Speaking of, I really need to get to editing Trust Fall again. Sorry @themandylion

What‘s your all-time favorite ship?

I have SO MANY ships across too many fandoms, but if I have to pick a ship in DC... It would actually be BruJay. Sorry JayTim nation, I'm a sham 😂

What’s the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I genuinely want to finish Dead to Rights, but I paused it indefinitely when I got pregnant, and I won't pick it back up until the topic of difficult pregnancies/risk of miscarriage stops squicking me out. I love it a lot, and there's a lot I want to say there, but the Creature will need to grow a bit bigger before I'm comfy writing it again.

What’s your writing strengths?

Uh. No idea, actually. I feel like I struggle with everything haha. Possibly writing banter? Not sure...

What’s your writing weaknesses?

EVERYTHING, if you ask me. Though the thing I struggle with the most is endings. It is SO HARD to find a good stopping point that doesn't ring hollow.

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

Not a full dialogue. A couple of sentences at most. I mean, I'm a native French speaker, so I could do a full conversation, but honestly I find it so unpleasant to read I wouldn't put it in my works.

First fandom you wrote for?

The Untamed 😊

Favorite fic you’ve ever written?

Oh God, that's such a hard question. I love all of my babies for different reasons. But I guess it's a toss up between Pretty and... Well. The unposted steampunk t4t JayTim WIP.

I am tagging anyone who wants to do this, as well as (no pressure) @bi-bats, @skalidra, @thenaphorism, and @beemotionpicture

[lavender-lotion]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

How many works do you have on ao3?

868, which is bonkers???

What's your total ao3 word count?

2,445,126 words! I'm aiming for 5mil within the next decade haha

What fandoms do you write for?

CURRENTLY I am (only) writing teen wolf fic! it's so strange to be back where I started, but it's also been really nice coming back to all these familiar characters

Top five fics by kudos:

1. (baby) maybe that matters more - Steter, 40k

2. The Perceptions of You and I - Seter, 5k

3. With You, I Belong - Stalion, 59k

4. Mates and Marriage Proposals - Steter, 15k

5. Breathing You In - Steter, 29k

... should I just call myself a steter writer at this point?

Do you respond to comments?

yes!! all the time. literally nothing brings me as much joy as comments do

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I reaaaaally don't write a lot of angst, but one of the unhappiest fics I've ever written is probably this one?

And Now? - Stetopher, 300 words

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

there actually isn't one fic I would say that fits this? I primarily write schmoop, so a lot of my fic would count as having very happy endings! p

Do you get hate on fics?

oooooooh yeah babes. I've gotten some mean comments lol

Do you write smut?

yes! not a favourite thing of mine, but I do write it here and there. I recently wrote a fic w/ smut that I really really liked it!

keep me warm in the cradle of your skin - Sterekira, 7k

Craziest crossover:

ooooh this is actually SUCH an easy answer for me! it's 100% this one teen wolf/x-men cross over (possibly my only one?) where Logan (wolverine) knew the sheriff from the way when they'd been lovers and he goes to find him, and stiles is a lil jean grey esque character. I think about this thing allllll the time, too. I freaking love it.

what-ifs (don’t fuckin’ matter to no one) - Logan (X-Men)/Sheriff Stilinski, 2k

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I have actually! I only know of one for sure, and it was a stackson fic that someone had reposted to ao3? im so glad I found it (I think someone sent it to me?) and I was able to report it and get it taken down!

Have you ever had a fic translated?

yes! I love it, it's such a crazy labour of love. if you wanna translate my work, just send me a link so I can see it!

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

me & @flightinflame co-wrote an almando series where we wrote the same fic from different pov's which was a suuuuuper super fun experience! I've started a few other co-writes, but unfortunately they've never taken off and gone anywhere :(

there's nothing i wouldn't do to make you feel my love - Almando, 27k

All time favourite ship?

nope. nope nope nope I don't knowwwwwww

What's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

oh!! this is marked completed on ao3 now because honestly, I'm never going to finish it, but I love love love the premise of this one and I always wished I had finished it

Love Thy Family - Stilinskicest, 12k

What are your writing strengths?

this is soooo tricky lol I hate talking about myself. I would say probably dialogue! I also really like how I write romance, specifically getting together works, and I think I do a good job at nailing down the feelings that go along with them!

What are your writing weaknesses?

settings. actions. plot. I hate plot!

Thoughts on dialogue in another language?

I used to use a looooot more than I do now, and I would use google translate. it's never GREAT, so I mostly avoid it now. I'll translate like, a single sentence every now and again, but I don't do a lot with it anymore.

as for how I feel about it as a reader - as long as I can figure out what's going on from context clues, I really don't mind it!

First fandom you wrote in?

Percy Jackson & the Olympians!

To Long For Lust - Percico, 3k

Favorite fic you've written?

this is sooooo hard and so unfair and so difficultimpossiblehorrible to answer. if I had to pick one, gun to my head, it would currently be poly fic. it's the longest, plotiest, most developed thing I've ever written, and if nothing else, it's shown me that I can write things I've never imagined being able to write! once im done act 4, I wanna print it out lol

lift our faces, together, towards the glistening - Stisaackson, 159k

@lucky-bishop @mirrorthoughts @thotpuppy @like-lazarus @rosieposiepuddingnpie @kordyceps @whimsicalmeerkat

[squarebracket-trickster]

Hey I’m new to tumblr and want to start posting some of my writing for people to read and comment one. Do you have any tips on WIPs, drafts and how to get attention on it? Very new to this space so I don’t really know how things are done.

Hi! First of all, welcome to Tumblr (and Writeblr)!!

The first thing I recommend you do is make a Writeblr intro post and tag it #writeblr intro. Introduce yourself, what genres you like to write, who some of your inspirations are, what your WIP(s) is/are about. You can scroll through the tag to see what others have posted if you need ideas.

You can also make WIP specific intro posts and tag them #WIP intro. These tend to include images that match the vibe of your WIP and will also contain a blurb of what your story is about and a snippet or two of your writing.

For any writing you post - snippets, full chapters, WIP intros, OC intros, single sentences from your WIP - you can also make use of tags like #writing, #writeblr, #writers on tumblr, #fiction writing, #creative writing, #original writing, and genre specific tags like #fantasy writing. Put the five highest trending tags first to guarantee your post shows up in them.

Another great way to grow your blog (and help your writing find an audience) is to interact with other writeblrs. Follow the people who reblog your intro post, send them asks (and ask games like Story-Telling Saturday (STS) or Worldbuilding Wednesday (WBW)), reblog their WIPs, jump in on open tag games. My post for how tag games work can be found here. The more people get to know you the more people will send you asks back, tag you in games, and most importantly reblog your WIP posts so they can reach a wider audience.

You can also specify in your bio if you are ask/tag game friendly. You are more likely to get tags/asks if other writeblrs are certain they won't be annoying you haha.

In general, posts containing links to original writing hosted on other platforms (google docs, wordpress etc.) tend not to do as well as posts that contain the writing itself. I've also heard that posts with images and interesting titles tend to do better. Same with formatted paragraphs and dialogue as opposed to a single, huge text block.

Another thing you can do to help readers find your work is make a master-post for all your WIPs and pin it to the top of your blog. List each WIP, then add hyperlinks below (in reading order) to each post containing snippets/excepts from it. [To make a hyperlink: click on the three dots on the top of the post you want to link to, select "copy link", then go to the post you want to link from, select the text you want to link, then ctrl+v. This will be your end result.]

In settings, you can also feature up to 10 tags that you use for all content on your blog related to specific WIPs. This will help make it easier for readers to search for and find your content too.

My last bit of advice is to talk about writing on your blog (and use the tags). Make little jokes and memes, those "oof relatable" kind of posts, and make and reblog writing advice from time to time. It is the hard truth of WriteBlr that these posts get a lot more interaction than original writing does but they do serve to get your blog seen by more people because they are short, relatable, have wide appeal, and/or low-effort to read. Strangely, they seem to prompt people to check out your blog. I tend to get a small wave of new followers every time one of my posts reaches 100 notes or more. I can only speculate as to why this is.

I hope something in here helps and good luck!

If anyone else has any tips feel free to add on!

[fruchtfleisch-art]

If micro-fics are still withstanding, why not something about Shinobu’s parents! Perhaps contrasted with how Kosaku’s were, or maybe even Kira’s?

Idk, im just fascinated with in-laws and families !!!

I love thinking about families too, this was a really fun prompt! I wish I'd had some space to write about Kira's parents as well, but this already is a tadge too long... I guess emotional neglect is the thread connecting their families, albeit on completely opposite ends of the spectrum. Neglect is so fun and versatile like that!

Big HUGE thanks to @toytle for reading this over for me, you caught so many word repetitions and overstuffed sentences I glossed right over in my first edit, haha. This fic is much better now thanks to you!

It’s unfortunate, but Kosaku can’t stay in the kitchen forever. He eases the flow of the faucet from a torrent to a trickle, sets his bowl in the sink, and listens, his heart in his throat, to the heavy, solid silence emanating from the dining room.

Shinobu hasn’t said a word for almost five minutes, her father twice that, but Kosaku doesn’t want to go back. He would give anything to be somewhere else, away from this cramped little house where everything is dingy and shabby and a little off-kilter, even the yellowed lines of grout lining the checkered tile counter. There’s no towel to dry his hands with, so he wipes them on his pants, feeling the square lump of his lighter in his pocket.

A quick glance towards the dining room confirms a total lack of movement since he went to rinse his dish out.

In five steps, with a brief pause to jam his feet into his shoes, he’s out on the engawa, the door lurching stiffly shut behind him. It’s freezing, the crisp air crackly in his lungs, but the view of the road below is clear. A few stars have emerged in the darkness settling over the sky like a thin slick of oil, following in the rosy wake of the pale sun. Kosaku puts his glasses on, smooths his hair back, and lights a cigarette.

He's not going to be out here for long, just until he figures out what he wants to say. He can’t think around Shinobu’s father, crumbles under his hard stare and his gravel-voiced accusations.

‘What do you want, money?” he’d asked in lieu of a greeting.

“This is a fine mess,” he’d said, after weathering their feeble attempts to talk around the issue at hand. “You’ll be expecting me to feed you, I suppose.”

Then, as they sat down to eat, to Shinobu: “Why are you doing this? Haven’t you caused me enough trouble?”

It’s all the worse for the apathy behind such cutting words, for his complete disinterest in anything said in response. Her father isn’t a big man, but he drains all the energy out of the room, with only cold contempt to replace it.

Shinobu adores romance movies, and there’s always a scene where the male lead swoops in with a heartfelt confession, the admission of which becomes shield and sword against anything standing in the way of his lover’s happiness. But life isn’t a movie, and when Kosaku tried to say something-anything- the words dried up and died on his tongue, and he found himself staring down into his lap, wishing he could wake up and find the last few weeks to be nothing more than a terrible dream.

Shinobu’s voice catches his ear, low and furious and only slightly muffled by the wall between them. The dining room window is cracked open a few centimeters; Kosaku can hear her as clearly as if he had his ear pressed to the door in the kitchen.

“Why can’t you just be happy for me? I don’t know why I even bothered.”

Her father, dull and scratchy: “You don’t call, you don’t visit, but now when you need something-“

“That’s not fair-“

“Life’s not fair. I don’t know why you can’t seem to get that through your head-“

Kosaku feels a sudden rush of gratitude towards his parents, who, although not the least bit pleased with him, at least waited for Shinobu to leave before saying so. He sits down, trying not to shiver as the cold seeps into his legs, then his core, like a stripe of ice creeping up his spine.

He sits and doesn’t think of much at all, letting the argument wash over him as pure noise, as meaningless as the rattle and hush of the wind in the bare branches of the trees. It’s full dark, the glowing tip of his cigarette the only point of brightness on a street cloaked in shadow, as remote and lifeless as the surface of the moon.

There’s the distant glare of yellow halogen headlights further down the road, the remote sound of the motor like a windup toy. Kosaku watches as it pulls up to the house, tires crunching to a stop on the gravel drive.

The man who slides out of the car is thin and shabby, lank hair hanging in his eyes. His shirtsleeves are rolled back to the elbows, and his canvas pants are ragged and splotched with old stains. He looks like a manual laborer, or some kind of repairman, but it’s far too late for somebody like that to come here.

Kosaku doesn’t see the resemblance to Shinobu’s father until he’s at the foot of the engawa, but it’s unmistakable up close. The man glances at Kosaku as he walks up to the front door, then cocks his head, listening to the argument like a spaniel hearing the clumsy wingbeats of a particularly fat duck. A smile worms its way across his face.

“Cigarette?” the man asks, holding his hand out to Kosaku.

“Huh?”

The outstretched hand closes, jabs a finger towards his face. “You’re the runt who knocked my sister up. Give me a goddamn cigarette.”

Kosaku lights it for him, too.

Shinobu’s brother sucks his first draught in hard and blows a dense cloud of smoke, settling down next to Kosaku with a satisfied sigh.

“So,“ Kosaku says, swallowing hard. He wets his lips. Shinobu never said anything about a brother.

“Why aren’t you in there?” the brother asks. His hands are red and chapped, speckled with tiny iridescent dots: fish scales. He must be a dock worker. Maybe she’s embarrassed.

“Sounds like they’re talking about you,” he continues. “You don’t have anything to say for yourself?”

Kosaku doesn’t know what he would say, though. Everything is happening so fast. A few months ago he had a girlfriend. Now he has a fiancé, soon to be a wife. And the baby, of course. Their child. Milestones that were once distant possibilities are suddenly only a hair’s breadth from the present.

“You’re not gonna run off, are you?” the brother asks.

“No!” Kosaku says, startled. “Never. I love her.”

“Alright. If you say so.”

His cigarette is starting to taste bad, thick and ashy on his tongue. Would it be rude to leave, or would the brother follow him inside? Would Shinobu be happy to see either of them?

“It’s kind of funny, isn’t it? This whole thing?”

“No, it’s not,” Kosaku says quietly.

“What, you don’t think so? She was an oops baby, too. Did she ever tell you that?” He leans in, his voice low and dangerous, close enough for Kosaku to see the stubble on his lip and the shallow pits of old acne scars on his cheek. “Hey, here’s some brotherly advice, from me to you: don’t wait twelve years after your first child is born to start fucking your neighbor’s wife. But if you do, if you really can’t help it, don’t forget to wear a condom, alright?”

Kosaku doesn’t understand what kind of reaction he’s trying to get out of him. He didn’t want to know that. Shinobu’s brother grins, his eyes bright and pitiless under the shaggy fringe of his bangs.

“Well. Best of luck.” He stands, flicking his cigarette off into the bushes, and stretches. “Take care of her, I guess. When’s the wedding?”

Kosaku doesn’t want to tell him. Shinobu has good reason not to talk about her brother. What was it like, growing up with a sibling over ten years distant from you, old enough to understand why his family is coming apart, but young enough to blame you for it?

The front door bangs open and Shinobu storms out, face set in a hard look of resignation. Kosaku scrambles to his feet as she passes him on her way to his car, ready for… something. He’s not sure what to expect: shouting, cursing, thrown shoes?

There’s none of that, just a deep, awful silence that seems to ooze from the gap between door and jamb, the frame swollen from cold, or damp, or both. The quiet shrouds them like a dark, dirty blanket, and Kosaku feels his breath catch, burning, in his chest.

“Be seeing you,” Shinobu’s brother says, but Kosaku doesn’t know which one of them he’s addressing. He pulls the door open, a thin strip of orange light spilling out onto the three of them, and then it groans shut, leaving Kosaku and Shinobu in darkness.

She shifts closer to him, arms wrapped around herself. Kosaku drops his cigarette and grinds it out with a gritty crunch.

“Let’s-“

“Can we-“

“Let’s just go,” he says. It’s not a romantic statement by any stretch of the imagination, but it’s decisive. “We can go to my parents’ place, or your dorm- anywhere you want.”

Shinobu sniffles. She looks cold, her nose red and her face pale and waxy, eyes ringed in dark circles. He wonders how well she’s been sleeping. “It’s a long drive back.”

“I can do it.” Kosaku takes her hand and it’s like a block of ice. He doesn’t start the car until he feels some warmth seeping in, until she clenches back, until he feels the bones in his fingers shift and ache.

[mias-back-from-the-dead]

caught up to wwdits season five and oh my GOD

The turn to Everything Is Genuine with Guillermo's story clicking into place is fucking chefs kiss mua mua

(writing under the cut is mostly me spoilerly-gushing rather than any actual deep analysis)

Cuz like. there's the show-long trend of Nandor constantly pushing Guillermo away from vampirism has been treated as joke, framed as a joke the entire time, exacerbated with a wild amount of emphasis on how Nandor is characterized as a bit of a dummy in social interactions. Every time Guillermo gets closer to either a) Nandor and the other housemates or b) Belonging in Vampirism/being taken seriously as a threat he gets knocked back in one vicious way or another.

And so a lot of the energy in the fandom for the last few seasons has been "lol what if this is like that old romance drama trope where one party's actively putting distance and being cruel because it's what they think will be kinder in the long run for the other party, wouldn't that be so juicy? very regency drama! its way too sappy to be canon, Nandor's not playing the long game, they're OBVIOUSLY gonna play it off as a goof forever but let's play in this space :)"

but no

no that's ACTUALLY what's been fucking going on, at least for the last few years or so in-show!!!!! Nandor CAN'T keep pushing and insisting that he doesn't belong in the dynamic of the house anymore, especially in season 4 with all the bonding done co-parenting with Laszlo and weird family night stuff with Nadja. The group can cut off Guillermo mid-conversation all they want (probably out of rote habit) but literally everyone (except maybe colin? if he never gets his child-season memories back that is) would fucking take a stake for the guy. In Nandor's case literally.

Guillermo's gotten too close to them all so Nandor CAN'T keep running excuses for not turning Guillermo (forced diner comedy voice: haha wouldn't it be sooooo funny if you were a vampire? :)) other than the ACTUAL reason, which is that he's considered vampirism to be a curse for some time now, and KNOWS Guillermo would be miserable with it.

and he was right

Too much time elapsed between his late season 3 descent into "brutal vampire-hunter ready to murder Nandor if needs must" and the time of his turning. He gained and lost a boyfriend, he reconnected with his family, was at Nandor's side for an incredibly human journey of desperately trying to seek happiness via marriage.

The shampoo scene is SUCH a good depiction of it, overhearing all that just confirms Nandor's suspicions of what Guillermo needs. Sure, he knows that Guillermo likes the ceremony and pathos of his little made-up induction, but he knows he NEEDS a real choice to make. One that he's been hoping for (please do not bear the same curse as me, I know you would hate killing innocents) and dreading (does it make me a worse monster if I wanted you to revel in the blood in order to stay by my side), but under all his posturing he knows Guillermo's choice as easily as he would his own.

No more dismissiveness, no more pretending to forget serious things about Guillermo to push him away. He remembers the words spoken from Guillermo over a decade ago, the place where they first met, where he grew up and who his family is.

He knows Guillermo's choice.

I'm just. I'm just frothing at the fucking mouth about this because no amount of cutting Guillermo off mid-sentence is going to put that rabbit back in the fucking hat for season 6. There was still a decent bet on Nandor not turning Guillermo for bullshit and/or comedy reasons if their weird season 3 elopement thing went off without a hitch. For him to mayyybe seem he might not care, or not want to turn him due to purely selfish reasons (like when CEOs sabotage secretaries to keep them by his side).

There's NO way they're gonna sell that he doesn't care anymore and I'm SO FUCKING CURIOUS to see how that shakes out now.

[phdmama]

For the five sentence fic game: buddie, and your randomly generated word is "escape" 🩶

I just said this - I think I am in trouble because I'm so bad at brevity haha!!

Eddie kisses Buck on an ordinary Tuesday afternoon, hidden behind the ladder truck in the garage bay of the firehouse. He kisses Buck and kisses him and kisses him, and Buck is helpless to do anything but slump back against the solid mass of the truck and let Eddie wash over him like a wave. A good wave though, Buck thinks vaguely, a wave made of sunlight and heat and sexy gasps and a firm thigh pressed between his legs. Not, like, a scary tsunami that rips away the person you love more than almost anyone in the world , only to be returned to you by way of a miracle, hours later. No, this is a good wave -- the best wave -- a wave that Buck would prefer never to escape.

Send me a ship/character(s) and a one word prompt and I will write a 5 sentence fic about it.

[coraphoenix]

Omg can do you an angsty drabble it can be about anything!! Love your fics btw!

Hey sweet anon! Here's a little Bob & Phoenix because I love their friendship and loved it even more after I saw an interview with Lewis and Monica talking about their dynamic on and off screen. Anyway, enough of me rambling haha! Enjoy💘

Bob is quiet. He’s been like that for a long time. With five other siblings, it’s hard to carve a place for your voice, to have it be heard and acknowledged. He has plenty a memory of family dinners where he starts a sentence, a thought, and has it cut halfway through like he was never talking in the first place. So eventually he stops. 

He listens instead. And becomes so good at it that everyone forgets he was ever trying to speak. So when he sits in the Hard Deck, invisible as Coyote and Hangman—he overhears their callsigns—play darts then invisible again as more people filter in, he’s not surprised. He’s only surprised he isn’t invisible to someone. 

Phoenix. Hangman calls out her callsign for all to hear, baiting her within a second of spotting her, and yet she stands her ground, cool and collected as she disguises an insult as a compliment. And Bob watches as Payback and Fanboy stand behind her, not trying to wrestle their way to the front. 

He's so sure she wouldn’t notice him when no one else has, but she does. She turns her dark brown eyes to him, and he can admit her firm gaze is a little unnerving. He feels like a ball of yarn being unspooled beneath a cat’s claws, except the scratch never comes. Phoenix regards him with cool calculation as she extends her pool cue, and when he accepts, calculation turns to acceptance.

Just like that. Immediate. Unwavering. 

That extends to their jet. He’s flown with men who liked taking jabs at him even in the air, women who accidentally bruised him while trying to keep up with the others. So he keeps quiet. No point in getting knocked down on the first day. He likes to observe first, watch and listen to mannerisms. Except Phoenix doesn’t want him to just listen. 

“Talk to me, Bob,” she says, voice as firm as her gaze was yesterday, one person talking to her equal. 

And he does. He talks, and Phoenix listens until she’s talking and he’s listening. From thereon, she’s his pilot, and he’s her backseater against all the odds, against all the jabs that people take at her and him…two people who have more in common than they thought they did at first.

[in-my-loki-feels]

10, 34, 63, 64, 67, and 74

10. Cltr+f "blinks/blinked" on your WIP & copy paste the first sentence/paragraph that comes up.

As Don was checking the straps one last time, Loki walked over. Don turned, then blinked in surprise when Loki reached out to wipe up the smear with his thumb. He transferred it to Don’s cheek, rubbing until it disappeared.

34. Five years from now, where do you see yourself as a writer? Damn. I guess if my general despair about the state of the publishing industry hasn't swallowed me, I'd like to have at least one published book. Traditionally published would check off a dream of mine but I'd be happy with self-publishing. Either way, I'd like to have found "my people", however many that may be. (And I'd also still be writing fanfic, if I'm honest. I really love connecting to a community through fic.)

63. Something you hate to see in smut. I'm trying to think of something that wouldn't yuck someone's yum because everyone's tastes are different. I guess continuity errors? I hate being thrown out of a really good scene because someone has a third hand, or the characters seemingly teleport between two sentences.

64. Something you love to see in smut. Kink negotiation! I find communication in all forms sexy AF so I love to see the whole range of it in smut, whether it's an explicit discussion beforehand, or checking in during. Not every scene needs it, but I do love to see it.

67. Do you prefer prompts and challenges, or completely independent ideas? I think I like both. I wrote a lot for LJ kink memes back in the day and I find it really satisfying to "meet the brief", so to speak. I also really enjoy writing from art prompts, like in a reverse big bang, but in those scenarios I had a choice. I could write for what spoke to me. If someone gave me a prompt that didn't click, I'd have trouble writing it. That's why I've hesitated to participate in Fandom Trumps Hate. I'm worried that if someone bid on me and requested something that didn't inspire me, I'd be in a tough spot.

I also enjoy writing for my own ideas, of course, of which I have many.

74. You’ve posted a fic anonymously. How would someone be able to guess that you’d written it? (Is President Loki involved? lol) I don't know how to describe it, but I think my writing has a tone that would give me away. It's very "genre fiction". I also think I might use certain phrases or descriptions in more than one fic, but I don't want to list them and have anyone notice if they didn't before. (please don't tell if you have noticed, haha)

Plus, I tend to write a lot of tropes/themes that would probably give me away: found family, reunions, communication (especially after angst).

Thank you for the ask! <3 (From this game.)

[satureja13]

From oldest to youngest.

Giga is the oldest and Jack the youngest. Jeb is the tallest and Ji Ho the shortest :3

Jeb is taller than his Giigs but younger ;) Kiyoshi is taller and older than Jack, same for Vlad and Ji Ho. As they are in the same year at school, their Zodiac Signs reach from summer to summer. Giga/ Leo is August and Jack/Cancer is July in the following year. So Giga is almost a year older than Jack.

I’ve been doing this for a while in my head and it makes me laugh a lot. Age hierachy is more common in korean or japanese culture. The oldest of the group is responsible for the younger ones and you can clearly see that in Giga’s behaviour. And it is so very obvious that Jack is the youngest!

Under the cut: The Zodiac

Outtakes ;)

Giga/Leo: ‘They're delighted to embrace their royal status: Vivacious, theatrical, and passionate, Leos love to bask in the spotlight and celebrate themselves. These lions are natural leaders and they enjoy cultivating friendships and romances that are artistically and creatively inspired.’ (This fits very well to Giga, as he is the leader and passionate about fashion and his online store ‘Stawberry Cake Fashion’.)

Kiyoshi/Virgo: ‘Virgos are logical, practical, and systematic in their approach to life. This earth sign is a perfectionist at heart and isn't afraid to improve skills through diligent and consistent practice.‘ (Ou this is so Kiyoshi and it will reveal in Kiyoshi’s story! - coming soon -)

Vlad/Sagittarius: They have zero filters, which makes them spontaneous, rude, honest, hilarious and challenging. They’ll have said things to you which ~scorched~, but five minutes later, all is well again. Sagittarians are lively, passionate, smart and more philosophical than their clown-y energy may hint at. They love to feel free and resist rules, regulations, constraints and schedules. They just like doing what they do, when they wanna do it. They're born travellers, adventurers, explorers and free spirits. (Yes, Vlad can be quite rude. Philosophical matches with his writing passion. Haha challenging - the duel! And he’s honest. Hilarious is maybe a bit hidden because they have so much troubles these days.)

Jeb/Aquarius Aquarians are very upfront people, and they don’t do shenanigans or shady business. They’ll tell you how it is and feel no two ways about it if you don’t like it. Some people find them aloof or cold, but they just keep their emotions more buttoned down than most. Aquarians are very upfront people, and they don’t do shenanigans or shady business. They’ll tell you how it is and feel no two ways about it if you don’t like it. Some people find them aloof or cold, but they just keep their emotions more buttoned down than most. This sign is the like the "eccentric professor" of the zodiac. Thinking outside of the box? What box? They are innovative and unique, they can dream up schemes and ideas the rest of us simply cannot. They also often wear really out there clothes or have bizarre hair dos. In our society, this typically marks them out as the eccentric of the group. (There’s not much to add, that’s Jeb for me. Eccentric -> he used to wear a bag on his head...)

Ji Ho /Gemini Geminis are flexible, extroverted, and clever, and there's never a boring moment while they're around. Their flaws include indecisiveness, impulsivity, unreliability, and nosiness, therefore don't disclose a Gemini your innermost deepest fears. (Ji Ho in two sentences, amazing)

Jack/ Cancer Typical sun in Cancer traits include being nurturing, sensitive, compassionate, self-protective, security-seeking and offering, loving, and displaying a goofy, ingratiating sense of humor. These characteristics reflect themes covered by the Fourth House of Home Life, which Cancer rules. (Later in the Story Jack will develop more into this, as I already mentioned. He is a bit different from his adult character, because he is still so young).