#why aren’t my WIPs talking to me!!!!! pls!!!!!

[wanderingblindly]

why do I feel like im in a writing slump I posted twenty thousand words in january what is going on

[russilton]

Not sure if I like more rb au or the omega George au wow. Rb au is very veryyy promising, and not to give out more ideas, but the edgy competitiveness would also work well with an angst au merc fic where new driver George is excited to race next to his hero, only to be initially shunned by Lewis jealousy of his talent and him being equal in quali/race pace, just to realize later it was what he'd always needed in a teammate (and maybe a partner in life too). Also, more omega snippets pretty pls?

I am awful fond of both au’s for different reasons! I think RB au lets me explore a more tense relationship than I normally would, something that has to get past a lot of George’s personal issues to work as a relationship. I am, surprisingly, a massive fuckin wuss about writing relationship angst, platonic or otherwise! I hate arguments, and as an autistic man, my whole life has been not being able to read other people's emotions! Communication is sexy.

But because RB George has so much external angst, I can still give George that pain and anger without having to make Lewis be the one to cause it. Loop holes! However this is probably why (at least for now) I’d never manage to write Merc or Lewis hating or knowingly neglecting George while he’s on the team. I can’t do it, I’m so whipped for found family dynamics. Sorry anon!

George’s relationship with Merc in RB au won’t be perfect that’s for sure, but they also give him some grace because Lewis vouches for him, and George makes sure to return that trust. I’ve said to bad before, that they’d probably be collectively shitting themselves the first time they ask George to let Lewis by, so sure he’s going to refuse. But George doesn’t, cause he knows Lewis would do it for him, and it’s what the team needs. Shockingly when you know your team aren’t looking to replace you at every turn, it feels safer to focus on a group necessity over his own. His trust is still so fragile, but he also leans into Toto’s encouraging hugs, and feels listened to by shov and James A. Lewis is there the whole time, reminding him that it’s okay for George to talk to them.

Since I am too much of a pussy to write relationship angst, and you said please, here’s another 2k of 2021 a/b/o au below the cut to make up! Set just after the last snippet ended (Saudi Arabia 2020)

A reminder that this shit ain’t edited lmao, that’s the deal you make asking for wips.

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George’s scent clings to the car throughout the weekend like an invisible sheet, light but unmovable, and it’s still there when Lewis pulls the car into parc ferme and parks up behind third, drifting lazily into his nose alongside the far less pleasant brake dust and scorched rubber.

It did fade slightly, his own sweat washing away some of the more unsavoury tinges from Georges final laps, leaving Lewis with just the purest parts of the Williams drivers profile to contend with. Coffee, citrus, salad, and honeyish sweetness blended among them. As he’d struggled his way through practice, trying to redial the car into his baseline, it had washed over him in waves. At the start session it had left him feeling more out of focus than he’s ever felt before in a Mercedes’. He misses apexes he wouldn’t normally miss, breaks earlier, not trusting his own perception. Meanwhile his brain throbs dully and tries to convince him that is not an absolutely insane idea to pull the car over and explore every inch of it where scent may linger.

He tries discreet nose plugs for second practice, and though his times improve, his skin feels itchy and he can’t shake a lingering discomfort in his gut he can’t label, he ditches them again for the final practice, and he falls back to 6th again but the caffeine in his nose somehow beats away his exhaustion.

He doesn’t understand why his body is reacting this way. There’s no known history of Covid boosting scenting ability, in fact it had caused a somewhat hysterical panic among many for how to took away smell. Lewis hadnt been that alarmed, his nose had never been particularly strong anyway, even as an alpha he preferred to focus on body language over trying to read someone’s emotions through pheromones. It felt like cheating, scent giving away more than some intended to share. Going without it entirely wasn’t good either, but Lewis had been braced for that, expecting it. George’s scent however seeps through that wall of fog, becoming damn near the only thing he can smell.

After qualifying he even ends up pulling Valtteri and Bono aside to test his nose. Scenting Val doesn’t return much, even with Lewis pressed close to his neck. The alpha usually smells like a comforting blend of oats, espresso and gin, a mix Lewis has grown accustomed to. He and Lewis had always been fairly happy to scent each other for comfort, any ideas of dominance long thrown away. Now he can’t smell anything from him, and it’s more disconcerting than he wants to admit. Bono tilts his head for Lewis next, and if he really strains Lewis can just get a hint of black tea and paper, and the faintest strain from his mate James. But it’s all distant, like trying to smell someone in a shirt they haven’t worn for months. They don’t ask why he’d need to try, but he gets a sympathetic shoulder squeeze from both when he shakes his head and admits he can’t get anything.

The pack dynamic within Mercedes’ has always been complex, some bonds looser than others, a lot of the higher ups falling into a tighter, non hierarchical pack, and the mechanics and admin staff tending to group among themselves, with a general cross over when they’re all under the same roof. For Lewis it’s always been more about behaviour than scent, only the lighter scented betas are able to get away without suppressing patches anyway.

But cut off entirely now he realises how much he misses being able to smell Toto’s scotch and aftershave scent, the trace of Susie and Jack that came with him. He aches distantly for Angela’s almond notes and James faint spice blend. Most of them have been part of what Lewis would call his pack for years, but now they’re completely gone, and yet George’s scent persists.

It doesn’t make sense to him, but he tries not to think about it before the race, chalks it up to covid weirdness, or maybe George being close enough to a heat he was giving off extra scent. He feels tired enough from the lingering effects of sickness, he doesn’t need to add stress about his nose to that.

On Sunday he’d eyed his nose plugs, knowing that he’ll be able to focus better with them, but it means sacrificing the only clear scent he has left. In the end he’d left them in his driver room, unwilling to give up the comforting weight of orange and honey on his brain. It slows him down, but he finds the familiarity also catching his attention whenever exhaustion starts to tug at his sore chest, even through the thick layer of his helmet while moving 100kph. When his shoulders ache from the g-force of the car, he allows the smell of green salad leaves to distract him. Coffee keeps him pushing through to finish third, and all together they stop him from slumping over in his belts as he parks the car, levering himself out of the cockpit on exhausted arms to complete the well worn routine of podium celebrations.

When it’s all over, he wanders back to the Mercedes offices, trophy in hand. There’s not really a debrief to be had, considering it’s the last race of the season, but he’s not ready to lie alone in his hotel room, and it’s a good compromise to the instinct in him to go sit near the car again. He imagines the mechanics currently packing everything away won’t appreciate him being in their way.

He finds Bono and James sitting together on one of the common area couches. The mated couple only look over at him briefly before they’re back to talking about technical data on a shared tablet, Bono glancing back to give him a once over with a hint of concern. Lewis knows he probably looks like shit, his body is back to aching again, so he drops into the chair opposite them and lets their loving bickering wash over him. He can’t smell them, but just the cadence of their familiar voices is helping.

He ends up dozing a little, listening to the sounds of the team breaking down the building around them, already getting ready to pack up and return to Brackley. He hears distinct chatter, fond discussions among all levels of the team not quite close enough to make out. It’s not true pack time, but it’s as close as he’s going to get for now; and he soaks it up as the paddock slowly gets quieter, more and more people leaving to head back to their hotels (or to clubs. Lewis would have joined them once, but the idea of doing so in a pandemic makes him nauseous).

He’s not sure how long he’s drifted when he hears a door open and citrus hits his nose. It has his eyes snapping open, distantly registering that Mike, Valtteri, Riki and Shov have joined them, scattered across various other couches. His focus is all on the new faces entering the building. Toto is leading George over to them, both looking relaxed and jovial, Toto must be returning from a meeting at Williams, he is George’s manager after all, but that information doesn’t really matter when Lewis can barely look away from George.

He and George have crossed paths more than once, even talked a few times when George sought him out for driving advice. None of it is out of the ordinary, he’s their reserve after all, but something has changed in the lithe omega. He’s carrying himself taller, a new confidence that was missing before. Toto greets them all before telling George he’ll be back soon, something about collecting a phone, Lewis doesn’t really hear it, his eyes tracing George’s sharp jaw.

He manages to shake himself out of staring at the younger man eventually, hoping nobody saw his embarrassing lapse in mental function. He doesn’t get long to dwell on it when George turns his focus on him.

“Hey, Lewis, great drive out there today mate, I hope I left the car in good shape?” His voice is warm and genuine, and it takes Lewis a second to remember what George is talking about. George in his car, right, the catalyst to this whole weird weekend.

“Oh! She looked great, man, not a scratch on her, thank you. From what Bono told me you had a good time with it?” He doesn’t say a word for the hidden marks George left behind

“Good time doesn’t begin to cover it, that car is a rocket ship” George’s tone is laced with awe, he looks like he’s remembering the drive, and Lewis finds himself matching his grin.

“Sorry I couldn’t let you have another shot with her, I was itching to get back behind the wheel”

“No worries, I get it. Besides, I’m sure there will be more chances”

“We’ll see, George, you’ve got another year at Williams yet”

Lewis just about managed not to jump at Totos deep, amused voice cutting him off as the Austrian rejoins them. George doesn’t quite succeed in doing the same, jolting in shock before knocking Toto playfully in the side with his elbow when he claps a hand on the slim omegas shoulder.

“Better get him back to Williams before he ends up stowing away in one of the moving trucks” Bono calls out from his spot between James and Shov, making the whole group fall into easy laughter, even George.

“Good call Peter. As for the rest of you, go and get some sleep, you’ve all earned it '' Toto instructs, flipping them off when he hears a few teasing ‘yes Dads’ echoed back at him. With that they’re both heading for the door again, out into the balmy night air.

As George leaves, a distant, fuzzy memory from high school surfaces from Lewis’ subconscious.

Lewis had tried his best in school, but between financial stress from home life and what he now knows as untreated dyslexia, he’d not paid as much attention to the finer details of his science classes as he probably should have. What he does remember now though is his sharp faced year 10 biology teacher telling them about scent compatibility, stronger scents indicating compatible mates. It had all felt a bit cold and clinical to Lewis, and he chalked it up to one of those evolutionary things people didn’t really need anymore.

He gets it now, watching the glass door swing shut behind them, George’s scent staying as strong and potent in his nose as it had on Friday when he first got into his car. It’s not just about possession and power. It's addicting, the settling comfort the young omega brings just with his presence alone. The pain in Lewis ribs had eased just being near him, and now it’s already beginning to creep back with his exit. He wants to follow George, seek more. He can’t even pretend it’s just about dynamics. Bono is an omega, they’ve been friends for close to a decade and while he was comforting to be around, it’s not even close. Lewis still wants George.

When he dreamed of this moment as a child, he’d imagined something similar to what happened in the movies. Joy, excitement, a desire to reel George in and never let him go. But all he feels is a deep, throbbing ache. George is thirteen years younger than him. A junior for their team, a potential teammate, someone who looks up to him. For Lewis to make any advance on him at all… he wouldn’t ever be able to know if he was taking advantage of George.

Just as the door in his heart had opened, it slammed closed, the shock of it settling into an ache in his ribs. He shuts his eyes and leans back into the couch under him, lungs feeling heavier than ever.

He wishes he had a pack member's scent to ground him, but in a cruel sort of irony, even surrounded by them, all he has is George.

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Angst (it doesn’t count as relationship angst if it’s just Lewis having guilt, my fic my rules) ! Mild soulmatism! Get it all here!

[meowmark]

Thank You? | J.JH

Title: Thank You?

Pairing: Jaehyun x Reader

Genre: smut, a grain of angst

Word count: 0.6k of mouth-fucking oop

Warnings: language; smut in the form of: oral (m receiving), implied choking; brief mention of voyeurism (filming); infidelity (literally the whole plot so look away if this unsettles you)

Synopsis: Jaehyun helps you to give your boyfriend a blowjob.

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Your bestfriend Jaehyun offers to help you and lets you give him a blowjob just so you can try on techniques before you do it for your boyfriend Johnny. You ask him, "you think he'd love if I do this?" and then you proceed to suck and kiss the spot on the underside at the base of his cock. Jaehyun's eyes swirl into delirium as he beholds the sight of you in between his sturdy thighs; your eyes studying your own grip on his cock.

You haven't even done anything else more than stroking him up and down slowly and alternating between sucking and kissing him on his tip, yet he feels like coming undone beneath you. If he allows himself to go further than a tutorial mode, he'd rut himself up against your face and let his cock fill up your mouth entirely. How would your tight mouth take all of him in? Would you be able to handle him slide down your throat, choke on him, and spurt out strings of his come and your own spit at the corners of your mouth as you pull away? Or would you also let him hold onto your hair as he fucks your mouth on his own accord? Would you spit or swallow? He wonders all of those too much he forgets you're just learning from scratch.

"You think he'd love this?" You ask again. He doesn't answer and only lets out a guttural moan, incredibly pleased with your doings, and mostly at his reverie. You look up at him, realizing he's been reveling at this by himself more than how he intended to 'help' you. His head shots up from the layers of pillows and screeches in pain after you bit the skin on the inside of his thigh.

"Fuck, what did you do that for?" He hisses, bringing his hand to soothe the bitten spot. "You aren't even listening to me!" You whine, pausing your hand from pumping his cock and laying it flat against his hip. He watches your face intently, noticing the gloss of slobber on your chin from whenever you try to lubricate his length with your mouth. Fucking hell, do you look so fuckable right now.

But he knows he can't truly fuck you. You have a boyfriend. Heck, he's even let you use him as your test dummy to give Johnny the best blowjob you could. However, Jaehyun couldn't help but bask in the thought of having fucked your mouth first before your boyfriend. It lofts him enough to feel less hurt about not being able to have you his. Because he liked you first. He likes you.

And just as fast as his conflicting mind goes, he abruptly gets up and sits on the edge of the bed, his back facing your startled self. He zips up his shorts and rolls down his shirt before facing you. "You've done amazing. I guarantee you'd give him an amazing head. I'll get going first." Jaehyun grabs his phone from the nightstand and leaves your bedroom.

"Jaehyun, wait!" You call out, only having to see him disappear behind the door. You grunt as you lay flat on your stomach, feeling the remnant heat of his body on the linen. He only tried to help you, but why do you feel there's something else behind his intention? Was it just the built up tension before climax or—

 Fuck, he didn't even get to come.

 And there goes Jaehyun, fumbling in his car, fucking his fist to at least come before driving. He was tidying himself up when he heard a ping from his phone. He looks up at the pop of your ID on his screen. Your message read, "you're welcome :)," and he kind of gets it but still confused. Are you talking about him having yet to thank you for the head? But his confusion is solved once he's seen the camera app along the tray of his opened apps.

 You've filmed both of you on the bed with his phone while you were giving him a head, and it may really be something Jaehyun has to thank you for.

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A/N: bruhhh do I love being spontaneous and writing this down just from being fueled by the recurring thoughts about that johnjae w korea photoshoot? mhm yes. This is the first smut fic I’ve published for nct, so I hope you like it! I currently have another smut fic in my wips so this has just been like a warm up lol also, you’re welcome :) (pls say thank you lmao sdsfsbnsk)

[ceo-of-daichi]

Hinata with a Shy S/O

Request ~ ‘Umm hii i'm the anon who requested kita!! I'm so sorry for my mistake,,, thank you for letting me re-request!! May i do that with hinata please? Thank you so much!!’ ~ Anon

A/N ~ Idk why i thought it was a good idea to delete the original request, but i wrote it in my WIP’s as him with a shy s/o, so hope this is what you were expecting!!! I added a small drabble to this because it was cute🥺 Also i’m so sorry this took so long!!!🥺💛

Tip-Jar☕️

He doesn’t mind that your shy, at the end of the day he’s got an abundance of energy that covers both of you

I see you two interacting at first like him and Yachi

Him appearing bright as sunshine and you not really sure what to do with the amount of energy he has brought to the studio

You tend to do a lot of jumping and blushing at first, until you get used to his sudden bursts of affection

He’s gonna throw A LOT of energetic compliments at you

But they are really random things, like he had to think of something super fast and that was the first thing he thought of!

Walking up to the entrance of the gym your feet dragging against the floor tiredly, you hadn’t got much sleep last night. Mainly because you had a lot of studying to do, but you hadn’t realised the time and by the time your head hit the pillows it was way past your usual bedtime. As you approached the doors you could hear the familiar squeak of volleyball shoes and the occasional loud yell from Daichi at the other boys. You felt a lot more nervous than usual to step through onto the wood flooring of the gym, usually to be able to keep up with the small energetic ball of sunshine known as Hinata, you needed at least a small speck of energy yourself. However because of the lack of sleep you didn’t have any, you took a sharp intake of air before stepping in. Hinata immediately in front of you, god that boy must have a radar for you. ‘HI [Y/N]!!’ He shouted enthusiastically as he ran up to you, almost getting hit by a stray ball in the process, causing you to let out a small giggle. ‘Hi, Hinata.’ You replied quietly as you walked over to the bench, putting your stuff down on it and turning to him a small smile adorning your lips. ‘Your eyes look really bright today!’ He smiled wide at you as he spoke, you were going to reply saying you were surprised due to your lack of sleep, but before you could speak he had started speaking again. ‘And your cheeks look a lot more soft than usual!!!’ He finished as you looked at him, slight confusion on your face. ‘Thank you?’ You chuckled unsure how much of a compliment that was as you felt your cheeks heat. However, Hinata still had something up his sleeve so he could keep that colour on your cheeks, before he ran off he reached his hand up and squeezed your cheek playfully. Suga and Daichi could swear they saw steam come out your ears as he ran off to practice.

It will take you a while before you don’t just combust on the spot from them, he tends to catch you completely off guard as well

As you start to get more used to his sudden bursts of energy, you start to talk to him more

He’s always pushing you to do what's best for you and conveniently appears when you are uncomfortable in a situation

Its like he has a radar for when you are about to panic

When he eventually asks you out officially, it shocks you at first

You figured the way he acted around you was the same as he did with everyone

But of course you said yes, and slowly as you guys started to spend more time together you started to open up more

He realised that you were much like him once people got to know you, energetic and adorable

But he knew that you wouldn’t be like that all the time, especially around lots of people, but he didn’t mind

Because you two are together now it's not unusual for him to come and put his arm around you when he senses you panicking in a social situation

He somehow helps you calm down, even if it's just a hand squeeze or if he's fully pulling you against his frame

Still manages to make your face heat like crazy constantly

Also when he plans dates they are always thoughtful, always just you and him and mostly in quiet cafes or picnics in the park

Never pushes you to do double dates or go to big parties, even if you aren’t keen on going out he will make you build a pillow fort with him to watch movies

He’s just a soft energetic boy pls

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[101flavoursofweird]

Fic Questionnaire

Thanks for @sixtyfourk for tagging me! I’m putting the questions under a cut because it’s quite long :’)

I’ll tag @northernscruffycat, @northelypark, @edward-elbowlick, @vermontwrites, @asa-liz, @yoshi-g-teh-first, @call-me-rucy, and @aquamarineglow but if there’s anyone else who wants to do this, please go ahead!

How many works do you have on AO3?

107… but a lot of these are just reposts or prompt-inspired fics that are 10 lines long!

What's your total AO3 word count?

378242 words

How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

Professor Layton, PLvsAA, Layton Brothers Mystery Room, Rhythm Thief, Voltron: Legendary Defender (I only watched the first two seasons, haha…), The Ancient Magus Bride (I was in it for the cute dragon mage— not for the main romance), Steven Universe, Ace Attorney (only as a part of PLvsAA), Kipo and the Age of Wonderbeasts, My Hero Academia

…10 fandoms altogether, but some like PLvsAA and LBMR fall under the PL category.

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Aizawa Doesn’t Give Hugs - MHA- 1111 kudos - (Why can’t I update my most popular fic?)

Fireflies - Steven Universe - 221 kudos - (Again, WHY DID I NEVER UPDATE THIS?)

Reset - PL - 134 kudos - (This is the one I feel the worst about because it’s an ongoing long fic for my main fandom and I’ve had so much support from readers but I just can’t find the strength to update it…)

Worth Fighting For - PL - 86 kudos - (My incomplete Whumptober fic!)

Mending - Voltron - 85 kudos - (I think this was one of the first fics I posted on AO3 and I was really happy about the response it got! And for a fandom I’d never written for before!)

Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

I usually respond to comments pretty quickly because I want to show my appreciation for people who take the time to comment :) If I’m ever slow to respond it’s probably just because I’m busy or I’m trying to formulate a long response. If a person leaves a longer comment, I try to make my response longer!

What's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending?

That’s probably ‘To Boldly Flee’. It’s a fic I originally posted on FF.net but it’s now part of an Aurora & Luke oneshot series called ‘Looking Foward’ on AO3. The fic stars Aurora and Luke in an AU set during Azran Legacy. It diverges from canon after Descole steals the Azran keystone in the Nest. Aurora doesn’t want to go to the Azran sanctuary and face her ‘duty’ as the Azran emissary— she also doesn’t want to get STABBED IN THE HEART— so she decides to run away with Luke.

Aurora receives even more angst in this AU than in canon. After Descole’s betrayal, she starts to doubt herself and her friends, aside from Luke.

With a bit of help from Rook and Bishop, the two of them fly to London and then to Misthallery when they hear Targent have taken over the town. During this time, Aurora has her identity crisis about being a golem and having the fate of the world resting on her shoulders. She eventually decides to help Luke save his hometown because Luke is worth the world to her.

This all culminates with Luke getting fatally(?) wounded and taken to the Golden Garden. Aurora is so distraught by this point that she almost ‘floods the whole world’ in a kind of failsafe doomsday device the Azran may have implanted in her. Luckily, Descole and Layton show up to assure her that Luke is alive— but just barely. Aurora returns to her normal self and they get Luke to hospital. Aurora waits by Luke’s bedside for him to wake up. Aurora mentions that Emmy’s fate is unknown, but they still mourn for her.

In the original FF.net ending, Luke wakes up.

In the AO3 ending, Aurora just keeps waiting for Luke. ‘She could not age, so she would wait until he awoke. Even if it took forever...’

If I ever did write more of this story, Aurora and Co would probably go to the other Azran sites (Ambrosia, the Infinite Vault of etc) to search for a cure for Luke. But at it is, the fic is left open-ended as to whether Luke ever recovers.

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Not really hate but there was one anon review that may have been ‘too brutal’ (their words). I can’t say it hasn’t affected the updates on that particular fic.

Do you write smut? If so what kind?

I wrote a couple of light smut fics back when I really shipped Layton/Emmy. I think I’d cringe if I went back to read those fics (but then again, I do that with a lot of my old writing). I can’t see myself writing smut now.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I can’t say I’ve had a fic stolen, but I was reading a fic a while ago and the wording was veeery familiar. I’m not sure why because the fic was already good up to that point? Why would they bother copying my writing? XD I can’t complain, though! We’re all technically stealing the original creator’s characters and concepts by writing fanfic.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes, for my Rhythm Thief AU, Déjà Vergier! In this AU, 16-year-old Raphael gets taken in by the Vergier family. A Deviantart user called BakApple kindly translated my writing into French. With the help of Google Trabslate, I started translating their French Rhythm Thief fic— ‘July the Fourteenth’— into English, but I didn’t get around to finishing it. My translating skills are nowhere near as good as BakApple’s!

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I wrote a PL fic with called ‘If You Only Had Time’ with an awesome writer called Glowbug. It’s an AU (of course) where Rachel Bronev survives and she runs away from Targent with eight-year-old Emmy. Glowbug doesn’t seem to be active online anymore, which is a shame, but I don’t mind! I’m just glad we were able to write 6 chapters.

I don’t think I’d co-write any more fics now… but more for the co-writer’s sake than mine! I’m notoriously bad at updating long fics and I struggle to write under pressure or within a time limit. There’s a reason why I don’t enter Big Bang events, as much as I’d like too :’)

Writing fics is a hobby first and foremost. If I don’t feel like writing something, I’ll leave it and come back later, hopefully with renewed inspiration.

But I’m always happy to discuss fic outlines/ideas/characters’ with other people!

What's your all time favorite ship?

Apparently the ship I’ve written the most fics for is Janice/Melina on AO3?

There seems to be more content for them recently and that makes me SO HAPPY.

Ranhengela might be a close second favourite… Sometimes I literally forget both of these ships aren’t canon.

My favourite characters tend to be those who are so selfless and would sacrifice their lives for the ones they love— e.g. Janice and Henry— even if their significant other is presumed to be dead. I want these characters to be happy but I also want them to through ANGST.

What's a WIP that you want to finish but don't think you ever will?

I don’t want to say Reset… but maybe Reset? I haven’t given up completely but I’ve lost a lot of confidence with this fic. What I wanted most out of this story was for Luke to bond with other characters aside from Layton— his parents, Arianna, Emmy, Flora etc.— and to give these characters a chance to shine. But I guess I realised I can do this without all the crazy plot twists and time travel mechanics… like in Ready Now, for example. Most of that fic is just Arianna bonding with Luke, Layton and the others, and it’s hopefully giving Flora her chance to shine too! I guess after giving Arianna her own chapter in Reset I just really wanted to write about her, haha.

What are your writing strengths?

Someone mentioned in a nice review that I often fuse canon with fanon? That’s usually just me poking fun at the series— like when Arianna’s mother asks about Flora’s age and her adoption status, Arianna and Tony just shrug at her comedically. Who knows, really? :’)

I’ll often just make two character sit in a room TALK about their feelings.

Dialogue is an easy one, but I like writing dialogue for characters and getting their voices down. (I will forever portray Dalston with his official Yorkshire accent— not the fake posh accent they gave him the the US version of Miracle Mask.)

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

I think it’s cool! …If it’s not used to mock another language— apart from English. Please make all the English jokes you want. I’ll probably agree with you and laugh at them.

I remember when I was re-reading Goblet of Fire and I cringed every time J. K. Rowling wrote about a character who wasn’t English.

I’ll occasionally throw French words or sayings into Rhythm Thief fics especially because that’s what they do in the game. It’s hilarious how Charlie has an English accent but then she’ll sprout a random French phrase.

What was the first fandom you ever wrote for?

Pokemon, but that short oneshot is long gone.

What's your favorite fic you've ever written?

I’m going to be boring and say Bonds Left Unbroken— an AU where Layton and Desmond both get adopted by the Laytons. I think I enjoyed the earlier chapters more, focussing on younger Desmond and Hershel, and especially their time in Stansbury. The later chapters don’t really branch out from canon that much, aside from the fact that Hershel and Desmond are on the same page during Azran Legacy.

I feel bad that I never got around to finishing the ‘bonus’ episodes, but it kind of just felt like the original series with Desmond phoned in :’) But I’m still proud of the original fic!

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hey i wanna talk about tentacles.

or vines... or whatever these things are that keep showing up yeahyeahyeah

tl;dr: so like, biomechanical Guardians, amirite? ... its Guardian flesh. please help.

flesh

flesh

flesh

flesh?

no...?

oh no :(

have you ever noticed on nekro, when you melee the vines, they bleed?

and i thought to myself huh... thats funny. i literally just killed a guardian during the takedown and a whole puddle of that came out

(the build is a WIP (test build pls ignore))

and then i decided to look at some guardian art and like

hmmmmm....

suspiciously similar...

even the watcher has these decorations and at first i thought they were like... blood vessels almost? that the armor was part of their bodies and needed blood bc idfk, aliens, but their blood is this blue/black puddle stuff. so it would be a deliberate choice to decorate their armor with these vine branching things so they MUST be important right?

and it is notable because usually eridian stuff has those swirly siren-like markings on them but not these weird root/branch designs, these are specifically only seen on guardians

for example, the watcher’s staff has eridian markings, not those branch/root/vine (im trying okay) designs

here’s a better example of the two designs side-by-side in different colors:

and i went and looked back at the bl1 guardians and

hmmmmmmmmmmmm

HMMMMMMMM

also if you sit in the vines and listen they have their own squelching noises, like theyre alive. its this bubbling, almost groaning kinda noise. You’ll know it when you hear it, it sounds almost as if something is, idk, growing?

i brought this up bc tannis was talking while i was killing (girl...) and she said she never thought to connect the vines to nekrotefeyo’s destroyed state and i thought. hm. that’s WEIRD why would they bring that up what do the vines have to do with- oh. oh no.

i still think my theory that the glowing innards of nekro was where the guardian ‘souls/minds’ are stored until they find another body to use and maybe, idk, MAYBE the way these biomechanical things are created (cause WOW there’s a lot of them aren’t there? almost like they keep getting made) are partially through these vine things or by using these vine things and that’s why minos got destroyed in the making of more guardians to stop the destroyer from escaping. bonus points to graveward for being made out of trees and roots and shit and fully supporting this theory as he is controlled by not one, not three, but two guardians

also a bit off topic but yeah i think they tried to sacrifice the people of minos prime to the machine to try and stop the destroyer from ‘slipping its chains’ since Tyreen let it loose, but because whoever is sacrificed to the machine isn’t really DEAD coughtheeridiansarestillalivecough, that is why tannis has a line saying it’s like ‘they just disappeared off the face of the universe’ when u beat the takedown, not that they died. but i think i made a post about that before and if i didnt we’ll just add it to my ‘the eridians are the evil masterminds behind all this and we ought to team up with the Guardians to find and fight them’ masterpost and call it a night.

alt theory for minos’s destruction is that in a temporary fit of rage at the multiple dimensions theory, the dimension the eridians are in and the dimension we are in merged together as a fuck you to humanity and that’s why a random eridian temple just appeared on minos, guardians vines and all, and tannis says it must have been teleported. that or it was moved from nekro. which makes me wonder. why. they couldn’t move elpis further away from pandora. but hey let’s not get my blood pressure up tonight im supposed to be sleeping lmao.

i was also thinking that the vines and those big bulb things are a power source for eridian tech, which keeps the guardians going. which is why a lot of eridian stuff in 3 is red instead of purple, since its actively being powered (maybe the power the vines generate is condensed into those red crystals we mainly use to power an elevator like once). potentially meaning that eridian symbols that are blue = no power? low power??, purple = medium/charging power (alternative power source with eridium/sirens?), and red = full power/actively being powered. also could explain why the guardians are still active after so long... if they’re made with the vines that make bulbs that power them, they just power themselves. it’d make sense if i knew anything about anything, probably.

SO LONG AND THANKS FOR ALL THE LORE GOOD NIGHT

[toast-the-unknowing]

For the WIP I’m really torn between “we’ll fix it in post” and “PORN PORN” lol. Either pls? Also is there a distinction between why some titles are all caps and others aren’t?

I put a short summary in all caps if I don’t have an idea for a title yet. I try to make it something that could never be mistaken for a title because I have a habit of getting used to placeholder names and then not being able to replace them. Although I am pretty fond of PORN PORN at this point.

we’ll fix it in post is a result of my firm conviction that Gansey is the kind of guy who would start a podcast.

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"Sorry, my Latin is rusty."

"It's still better than mine. Don't worry, I'll have my Latin guy go over it"

Adam stares mutely at Gansey. Silence makes for bad radio; whatever, they can edit that part out.

"...you have a Latin guy."

"Yes?"

"Like a guy who does your Latin translations for you?"

"Yes, of course."

Adam shakes his head. "Only in academia."

"Actually, he's not an academic, he's -- " Gansey stops. They're going to have to do a lot of editing on this one. "I've said to much."

"What?"

"He doesn't want me to talk about him on the podcast."

Adam rubs his eyes, which doesn't make for great radio, either, but he's pretty sure that his tone conveys the gesture pretty well. "You have a guy who does your Latin translations for you, on the condition of complete anonymity."

"Exactly!"

"You know the weirdest people, Gansey."

"I know you."

"You're not disproving my point," Adam mutters, into the mic, for the laugh that it gets from Gansey, from the laugh that it might get from their listener -- he refuses to believe that more than one person listens to these conversations. Why would they? Adam isn't weird, he isn't interesting; he's a social worker who reads history books for fun. Gansey, for all that he reads more history books than Adam does, is infinitely more interesting. He always has been, and he's always surrounded himself with people that fascinate him.

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Current WIP Requests!

Just showing y’all what’s to come!

And keeping myself organised so I don’t lose anything! Requests are still open! (And just so you know I accept more than just Remus and Sirius hahah)

Who I write for • Prompt List #1 • Prompt List #2 •

Remus x Reader requested by @emmaloo21 ~ REQUESTS ARE OPEN?!?!?! Oh my gosh, maybe a Remus Lupin x Reader, Marauders Era, where reader gets into a fight with a Slytherin or something gets severely injured due to a unfair attack? So he comes and visits her in the hospital wing?

Sirius x Reader requested by anon ~ Heyy could you please write a sirius x reader where Sirius lashes out and calls the reader unimportant and then the reader doesnt talk to him for a few weeks and sirius realises what he said and regrets it. Im sorry if this is too specific. I love your your work btw❤❤

Harry Potter

Harry x reader requested by @mischiefsemimanaged Hey, I’d love to be added to your tag list! Also have a request: a Harryxreader where y/n’s embarrassed about her surgery scars. I’m having another surgery Friday and I wish I had a Harry lol. No worries if you don’t have time, love your work! Thanks so much!!

Charlie x reader requested by @barry-blockman ~ can i request a Charlie Weasley x reader where they were best friends w mutual pining at hogwarts but did nothing about it but they reuinte at the quidditch world cup bc arthur invites the reader since they remain close w the weasleys?? and they get together after when the reader stays at the burrow or whatever you want really!!! thank you so much!!

Seveurs (golden era) x Order!reader requested by @purpledragonturtles ~ Could you write a adult! Severus x Order member!Reader one shot in which they argue with each other, both unaware that the other is flirting with them. I don't know why but I picture Snape as a teasing kind of flirter. Of course, please some fluff (and angst) at the end

Draco x reader (part 2) requested by @patton-fielder ~ Hey sweetie! Could I get a part 2 to that heart breaking Draco x Hufflepuff!Reader request I asked for? Using 2, 7, and 8 from the fluff section? (All of them said by Draco preferably as an apology) i love ya so much ♥ stay safe! - prompt list 1

James x Slytherin!reader requested by anon ~ Hey luv, just saw that your requests are open again YES! Maybe on with james where the reader is pureblood and Slytherin and they met at a gala or something, he invites her for a dance andddd i dont really know i trust your amazing talent eheh Sorry to bother thanks in advance xxx

Marauders x short!reader requested by @remibarnes22 ~ Hiya honey, can I request a short reader and marauders fic where they’re looking after her? Like against bullies and tall things. Good ol’ fluff ❤️❤️ thanks xxx

remus x reader requested by @screaming123 ~ Im a self indulgent slut so maybe a remus fic taking care of reader after a bad day? If requests are still open ofc Hope youre having a fantastic day/night/both! 💗

regulus x reader requested by anon ~ Fluff 6, misc 8 with regulus pls 👀 prompt list 1

draco x reader requested by @the--queen-of-hell ~ May I request 2 and 15 from the fluff prompts for draco x reader? Thanks in advance (if you need me to be more specific, I can send another ask!) 😊💖💕 prompt list 2

remus x reader requested by anon ~ remus x reader soulmate 4 (both emotional and physical with more emotional pain for reader)

weasley twin x reader requested by @dreamer821 ~ Soulmate 4 & 5 (or either really!) with one of the twins??? 🙈🧡 prompt list 2

charlie x reader requested by @barry-blockman ~ hey sweetie!! congrats on reaching your goal, its very well deserved!! can i please, if its not a problem, request fluff no. 7 w (you guessed it) charlie weasley?? thank you so much 🥰

fred x reader requested by anon ~ Can I request a Fred Weasley x reader where the reader is Angelina's twin sister and Fred and George flirt with them all the time? Thank you!

harry potter x reader requested by anon ~ Hello dear! Can I request a harry potter x reader where the reader is just like Lily Evans and everyone who knew her has a soft spot for her because she reminds them of Lily? Also the reader has been friends with Harry since first year and they are in love with each other and everyone low-key loves seeing them together because they remind them of James and Lily?this idea sounded cute in my mind. Have a good day/night 💕

james x reader requested by anon ~ Okay for the james one from prompt list 2 fluff 5 6 12 13 BEAUTIFUL CMON eheheh love you xx

george x reader requested by anon ~ can i request hufflepuff!reader secretly leaving a cookie/cupcake + a small note for the weasley twins and they love the gesture but fred/george especially adores it bc it reminds him of home then they try to find out who it is and date them 😉 thanks

sirius x reader requested by anon ~ Could you do a Sirius x Gryffindor girl. Mutual pining for years but both are too stubborn to admit it till their 6th year when James and Remus tease him into finally admitting it to her. He does something rlly big and public but soft to admit his feelings.

draco x hufflepuff!reader requested by @bforbroadway ~ Hey! Could I request a soulmate AU (the one where whatever you draw on yourself is in your soulmate) Draco x hufflepuff!reader, and Draco just constantly has little flowers and rainbows and cats and hearts, and just overall cuteness, all over his arms? Just really fluffy 💕 Only do it if you think it will be fun, and keep doing great!

neville x reader requested by anon ~ 2 things 1) ur epic 2) can i have a neville x reader where neville is the herbology professor and reader is the care of magical creatures professer? do what you would like, i just think that would be cool again, ur awseome Lena

Headcannon for remus x reader requested by anon ~ Hey girl 👋 can I ask for a headcanon ? Reader being in love with Remus Lupin but him falling in love with her twin (not identical ofcourse) and dating the twin . Thank you ! Sorry if you don’t like the ask, I’m a sucker for angst and hurt! fics

headcanon for marauders x reader requested by anon ~ heyy, are you taking hc requests? cause i think i'd be really nice a head canon of the marauders meeting reader's (who is a muggleborn) parents

headcanon for marauders x reader requested by anon ~ hey! can i get a headcanon of the marauders having a big fight w the reader (they are wrong, but they only realize later) and then apologizing, angst but fluff at the end?:))) thanks

Sherlock

moriarty x reader x mycroft requested by anon ~ Hiii!!! Can I please request a moriarty x reader x mycroft where reader is moriarty’s partner and she’s mad at moriarty for spending all of his time on his game with sherlock so she decides to play with mycroft to get moriarty’s attention?! Sorry if I couldn’t explain it properly english isn’t my first language! Thanksss!

Mycroft x reader requested by anon ~ What about Mycroft x reader misc. 13? prompt list 1

Marvel

Steve x Avenger!reader requested by ~ @kitkatkl ~ Oooh, are your requests back open? If so, I'd like to request a Steve x avenger!reader where they like each other and the team orchestrates a game like truth or dare to make the reader admit it in some way (because I doubt steve would be down for t/d id he cant even get drunk. If you do do it, you can decide what's the truth/dare that makes them admit their feelings. 💙💙❤💙💙❤

loki x reader requested by anon ~ “Don’t go” as well as “We aren’t meant to be” and “It’s for your own good” with Loki? Maybe ending in fluff somehow? ~ prompt list 1

loki x reader requested by @mojofun ~ So can I ask a soulmate prompt for Loki? (The prompt about the mark)

Undecided Character

Good afternoon darling, May I request fluff 2, 5 and soulmates 1? I hope that's not too much 😅 For the character: your pick 😊 Thank you so much 💕💓 💗 (thehumanistsdiary)

What if, hear me out, “Why can’t I stop crying?” from the first prompt list, and “I let you hurt me because I thought you would hurt less” from the second? For either Draco or Severus? (anon)

requested by @thehumanistsdiary ~ Good afternoon darling, May I request fluff 2, 5 and soulmates 1? I hope that's not too much 😅 For the character: your pick 😊 Thank you so much 💕💓 💗 ~ prompt list 2

[vanzhuo]

do you have any tips on how to start a writeblr, specifically how to meet more people and make some cool mutuals? :D i wanna start a writeblr but i don’t know anyone from the community and i feel like it’s not as fun without friends :(

ok so hey, first of all, i’m not good at articulating my thoughts well but here it goes -- there isn’t any one way to start a writeblr. when i’d started mine, i lounged around idly for a couple of months reblogging things from other writeblrs. when i finally mustered up wits to post an intro, some writeblrs reblogged and boosted it so that’s how many people found my blog. but like, at the beginning, i was clueless enough (don’t you dare laugh) to ask @semblanche what a taglist was because i was confused about why everyone was asking to be on it. so yeah. i’m gonna jot down a couple of things you should do if you want to like join the community under the cut since this is getting too long and you should all be saved from making the same mistakes i made at the start. and of course, some tips on networking around the community and finding new mutuals!

1. make an intro post. so the one thing i’ve learnt after changing blogs twice is, make an intro post you are satisfied with. it can be simple one, a text post where you use the header option to announce your writeblr (ex. if i were to make an intro, i’d say kalki’s writeblr) and then i’d put in my name, the kind of stuff i like to read, the kind of stuff i like to write and the wips i am writing. point is, it should be something you like, something that tells something about you. like the first time i did this, my intro said: this girl doesn’t know what she’s doing. the second time: she’s being too pretentious, move on people. so on and so forth. some people prefer using fancy images (i am some people) to introduce their blogs with an image post instead, but you’re fine with or without. one thing you should keep in mind is to like tag a few of your favorite blogs. i didn’t do this the first time round because i wasn’t sure what exactly i was doing but you should all know that if you tag your favorite blogs, then those blogs will (mostly, sometimes mentions mess up like it does with me and tumblr doesn’t notify you about being tagged) definitely reblog and boost it. that way, a lot of people will, if not engage with you, then at least know of your existence. here’s my intro post for this blog, if you want. it’s not very, um, formal because i was sleepy and thought it was funny. 

2. don’t be discouraged by the amount of notes on your intro. listen, i know we’d all feel bad if we had like 7 likes and 2 reblogs alright but don’t be discouraged. i mean now that i go back, my intro post has only about 36 notes. it really just depends on the timing. however, when you start posting content, those 10 people who’ve interacted with your post will like it and will reblog it for everyone to see and when people start seeing your content, they get interested and slowly, you’ll have more people to interact with and more people will discover your content and i think what i’m trying to say is that, the note count does matter but don’t be discouraged if it isn’t enough. it’ll take time but you’ll find a solid footing really soon, writeblr’s a really warm engaging place minus the anon hate people get sometimes. (see: @inheriting. all queen elle did was breathe, guys.) 

3. interact with other people and their content. so yes. it’s not a one side deal. if you want people to find your blog, you’ll have to start looking for more content too. when you see something good, reblog it or comment on it or even send an ask telling them it’s god tier content. that stuff makes up half the amount of serotonin in our brains. seriously. there’s nothing writers like more than people reblogging their posts with incoherent screaming or coming into their asks to tell them something they think is funny. you could even post something like: hey, i’m a new writeblr and i’m looking for content like (enter the genres or tropes you prefer) and if you have wips similar to this, then pls reblog this with their tags. i wanna start engaging more. something like that. yeah.

4. message other writeblrs? ok so this is a thing that i would not recommend doing ONLY because sometimes everything gets lost in my notifs and i don’t see messages for days and i know other writeblrs probably face this too. tumblr automatically reads them and doesn’t lmk and stuff like that. and secondly, most of us don’t really, like, answer dms all the time. sometimes i got something important to say so i’ll go to minnie @medusaswrites or to chel @starshots and scream about it and then when the topic of conversation closes, and it gets awkward (i do this so many times you don’t even know) we go back to ghosting private messages and instead blasting each other’s ask boxes with love. that’s just how this stuff works. but there are plenty of writeblrs who aren’t awkward with private messaging and they will LOVE to talk to you so there’s also that. honestly, i don’t know where i’m going with this so i’ll stop now. 

5. graphics and other things. ok so the main part, and the most important part, about a writeblr blog is the writing. so you’re a good writer, you’re a great writer. that’s not all though. sometimes you need to organize your blog. you use coded tags like tags for a particular character (say, my character tag for katya is oc: katya) and tags for a particular wip and inspo tags, resources tags, aesthetic tags, etc. this helps you organize your blog better. and finally, look, i know most people can’t do photoshop, either because it’s too expensive or too complicated and i get it. photoshop isn’t required honestly, there are tons of other things you can use. what mostly attracts attention is how attractive a blog can be. the layout for your blog for one. the picspam for your wip intro. that sort of thing. they are a couple of apps on phone that are free to use like picsart and canva (it’s on web too and honestly, the one thing you should use. it’s not like photoshop but it does the job and it does the job really well. if you want to ask someone about canva, you should go to raye @vigilantscar. she isn’t a writeblr but she’s good in that department.) also, if you’ve got something to ask about layouts or simple intro post demos and arrangement or the kind of pictures you should choose for them then slide into my dms, i’ll be happy to help.

i think that’s all? like true, writeblr isn’t fun without friends but this community is so nice and open that anyone can join anytime and you’d feel welcome. i also feel like i’ve not been able to get a few points across without sounding ignorant/awkward? or like i might have forgotten a few things? but honestly, i just woke up. also, i’m gonna tag a few blogs here that you should check out for good content in no particular order: @starshots @medusaswrites @carumens @vandorens @liarede @aelenko @inesnenci @kiesinger @medeaes @noloumna @emdrabbles and @inheriting. there are tons of other writeblrs with good content that i’m pretty sure i, with the memory of a goldfish, forgot to mention but. yeah. if you ever get round to posting an intro, tag me! i’ll be happy to interact! 

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everything divisible by 3

3. What do you think makes your writing stand out from other works?

hmmm i’m not sure what stands out most for other people but when i read my own fic, the thing i find most genuinely funny is when i slip and throw in some vocab or sentence construction that’s obviously from ~my day job. my absolute favorite example of this is from a sex scene:

(a million years ago, in college, i took a lit class that was like, literature for STEM majors or w/e, looking at books from a more scientific perspective, and we read dr jekyll and mr. hyde and did a whole thing about how Robert Louis Stevenson had studied engineering so a lot of his work has elements of like -- the conservation of matter & the forces required to do something, etc, etc. so i’ve always been a little charmed by the idea that as a ~writer~ certain other aspects of my background show up sometimes, entirely by accident.)

6. What element of writing do you find comes easily?

Coming up with plots that i then never write.

But yeah in general I’m good at like, plotting out an AU (or even an in-world) fic that could be interesting, and posting about it vaguely, and then doing absolutely nothing with it.

When it comes to things I actually DO write -- idk nothing comes easily but sex scenes are actually much easier (if more embarrassing) for me to actually get on paper (as it were) than almost anything else.

9. Which character(s) do you find most difficult to write?

i have trouble writing characters i just don’t like very much but feel like i have to include for some reason -- like rey is never my favorite character in a star wars fic but as i talked about recently, she’s so important to finn that it feels OOC to write finn and not have her around in some capacity. but i have a hard time getting a read on her/her voice so i uh. sometimes cheat and just have her off stage for most of the fic. 

12. Tell us about a WIP you’re excited about.

I’m excited to have the massive oft-abandoned finnpoe AU done with! I call it the The West Wing/Bunheads mashup that -- literally no one would ever think of, why does it exist? who knows. But it features some political snarking and some explorations of race and sexuality and rose is really fun in it (imo) and there’s some good leia & poe vibes that aren’t them being like, replacement family for each other (since they still have actual families of their own). and i’m still working through it but there’s also an element of dealing with an issue that i’m still not over, i.e., the fact that leia is so relentlessly and obviously pushing poe into a leadership position when it really doesn’t seem to be what poe wants. 

I’m also vaguely excited for some random johnchas stuff that I keep planning to write based on chastantine anons i’ve gotten -- I really hope those folks are still around and haven’t been scared off by how -- slow I am at writing anything.

15. What’s the weirdest fandom you’ve ever written for?

Les Mis lmfao. Like Les Mis fandom is so fucking wild on every front -- so, so wanky -- and i felt like a total outsider the whole time i was in it. there’s some good valvert stuff but for the most part, man, i’m glad to be out of it.

18. Wildest fic you’ve ever written?

Oooh tie between the John Constantine/Jake Peralta things (WHY) and the John/Chas/Trenchcoat fic, bc also, WHY.

21. Favorite pairing to write for? (platonic or romantic!)

Shamefully, it’s still John & Chas. Like I can’t even really say why -- the show is so long ago, none of the new stuff John is in really deals with it, but I just -- i’m love them, your honor!!!

they just idk hit the exact right vibe that i like, to wit: 

1) Friends to lovers

2) Foundational angst

3) Inability to speak of Feelings on both sides (so I don’t have to do the exhausting “Pls talk to me!!!”/”No I SHAN’T” fights)

4) Size difference

5) Unabashed physicality (which ties into...

6) The fact that they don’t talk but have a lot of FEELINGS and at least one of them is really into sex means they theoretically would eff a lot but not talk about it and idk i just enjoy that

24. One-shots or multi-chaptered works?

One shots. I find chaptered works so stressful -- I try to NEVER post anything multichapter without having completed the whole thing (every single time I’ve tried to post something that’s still a WIP, with the assumption that ‘well i know where this is going it’ll be easy enough to get the next chapter up within the week’ i have NEVER succeeded in finishing).

But since I don’t start posting till i’m done, it’s hard to get the motivation to finish, bc I’m not getting the necessary praise and attention that I really bank on to have the motivation to keep going. 

And even when I DO finish, the new stress becomes -- how often should i post chapters? how often should i read & respond to comments? if the comments seem to suggest readers believe something is going on that’s NOT what’s going on, should I tell them? Or should I change the fic according to those comments? Or should I not read ANY comments till it’s done?

Or -- and this is usually how exhausted i am with the whole process -- should I just post the whole 60,000 word fic at once, and leave it at that?

One shots are the best. NONE of those stressors. A nice, solid, 10k word one shot that has some smut and some plot and some angst and some fluff is -- the ideal.

27. What’s the nicest comment you’ve ever received?

Someone once said that john/chas shippers were lucky to have me in the fandom and i just about cried. 

also:

In general I just get such lovely comments -- someone once said one of my john/chas fics felt like “something that would’ve happened on the show” (god bless them, bc it did not, but isn’t it pretty to think so), and one time someone was surprised at how few kudos a finnpoe fic of mine had bc they’d liked it so much. that sort of thing always makes my day.

30. Tooth-rotting fluff or merciless angst?

i’m all about the (un)happy medium -- a bittersweet moment of fluff that acknowledges the inherent/unavoidable angst of existence. but i don’t like to write characters actively suffering in very -- in your face ways. i like inner turmoil that is repressed/ignored and is always just about to be unleashed (but usually isn’t).

33. Is there anything you wish your audience knew about your writing or writing process?

i mean i feel bad for always complaining about how hard writing is for me -- like, the privilege of being able to write at all is very real, so for me to bitch that it requires effort seems a bit douchey. but writing is genuinely very rough going for me, partly because i’m always kind of embarrassed about it, partly bc given how hard i am on other people’s writing, i’m in some ways EVEN HARDER on my own. but for all that whining i do -- get genuine joy out of completing a fic, and having it be enjoyed by others. i really am so glad to bring -- any kind of moment of happiness (or, if the fic calls for it, sadness or melancholy) to others. 

[carnistcervine]

Sokka and Katara / Zuko and Azula swaps

Okay, I kinda gotta get this off my chest. I really don’t see the whole Sokka and Katara swap with Zuko and Azula in Fire Nation-Water Tribe swap AUs.

Okay, I kind of do. On the surface, it’s perfect! They’re siblings, the same ages(or at least close, Sokka is 15, Zuko is 16/17), Sokka/Zuko is the overlooked older brother, Katara/Azula is the prodigy younger sister. Sokka/Zuko are the weapons masters, Katara/Azula are the master benders. And in a way, they are foils of one another. I get it.

But, every time I see it, the characters have to completely swap personalities. And what’s the point of calling him Sokka if he’s just Zuko in Sokka’s body? What’s the point of calling her Azula if she’s just Katara in Azula’s body? If your just going to completely switch the main characters personalities, why not just have a body-swap fic, or just change their nationalities? Why label them as characters they’re not? And ultimately, the characters do kind of have to drastically change personalities to work like this. (Read my whole thing, I swear I have a good reason to feel like this-)

Let’s take a look at Sokka. He’s intelligent, can think on his feet, a great strategist, a prodigy with weapons, extremely pragmatic, humble, fairly wise in some aspects, and great with plans. Of course, he’s also a very closed book, he’s insecure, he doesn’t like to talk about his feelings. He’s deeply empathetic, but also very slow to open up to others. He’s scared of his own vulnerability and has a strong desire to protect those he cares about. He’s also a clear voice of reason, who occasionally does dumb stuff for comedic effect.(They had to nerf him before he became too powerful)

Now let’s look at Zuko. He’s passionate, an excellent firebender, but not a prodigy, a natural with the sword, VERY dramatic, an open book, opens up to others fairly quickly, but not always. Headstrong, stubborn af. He’s kind of entitled, and rather prideful. He’s compassionate, even if he tries to deny it. He’s also deeply angry and hurt due to abuse and trauma. Deep down he is a good person, even if his attempts at being good or helpful are awkward or poorly thought out. Yeah, Zuko don’t plan shit. He leap befo he look.

While Sokka and Zuko do share parallels, they aren’t very alike. Now, I know that this could be interesting in a swap, but for this kind of swap, they aren’t similar enough to fulfill the other’s role in the story. Not without completely reworking their character.

On the fem side of the coin, let’s take a look at Katara. She’s very passionate, kind, compassionate, highly empathetic, dramatic af(lets be real). The Mom Friend(TM). She’s also self-righteous, headstrong and stubborn as an earthbender. She also has a vicious anger that seethes and boils, dark and troubling like an undertow. But ultimately she’s a very loving and open person. If a bit awkward at times.

Now let’s look at Azula. She’s cold. Not even a closed book, but a freakin’ locked one! She’s highly manipulative, saying whatever it takes or feigning what ever emotions necessary to achieve her ends. Her mask blends into her face, so it makes you wonder if she ever wore one in the first place. She’s highly pragmatic and a great strategist who can think on her feet. Her biggest problem is that she relies too heavily on fear keeping others in line, and her own luck. Also, yeah, she’s super intelligent. Gotta give her a lot of credit there. And finally, she’s very deeply afraid of her own vulnerability. She’s obsessed with perfection, and perceived superiority. She’s too haughty for her own good.

Katara and Azula share even fewer parallels to be honest. While Katara is very warm and open with a hidden venom for only those that genuinely cross the line, Azula doesn’t feel much for anyone. It’s possible that there are people she genuinely loves or cares about, but she never allows herself to be genuine long enough to show it. And no, I’m not saying that Azula couldn’t fufill Katara’s role because she EVILLL!!!1 I feel like good!Azula would be more like a character like Raava or maybe Yang Chen. Where she preforms her duty in a rather detached way. She does things for the greater good of the world, regardless the cost, while not particularly caring about who gets hurt or who’s toes she steps on. Meanwhile, evil!Katara wouldn’t be cold and detached or even care about perfectionism in the slightest. She’d be a calm, but dark simmering anger like an undertow that sucks you down and drowns you. She is not cold or detached, she’s very passionate and angry.

Really, Sokka’s cool nature and reluctance to open up makes him a better parallel for Azula, and Zuko’s hot, passionate, EVERYTHING makes him a better parallel for Katara.

Also, another thing we cannot forget- Azula is one of Zuko’s abusers. Katara. Would. Never. Hurt. Sokka. (And vice versa!!)

So, considering the characters personalities, their roles and themes within the story, I do actually have a swap idea that I think would work better.

Katara swaps with Zuko.

Sokka swaps with-

(drumroll pls)

....

Iroh!

Wait, hear me out! :’D

Azula and Zuko’s dynamic reads very heavily as extremely antagonistic. Azula almost never helps Zuko and spends the majority of the story either actively hunting him down or actively antagonizing him in some way. Even when she’s on his side, she’s antagonistic and rather mean towards him and may or may not be using him a blackmail/a buffer to avoid being in Ozai’s direct line of fire.

After all, it’s easier to be the golden child when the scapegoat is around.

Meanwhile, Sokka and Katara’s dynamic reads as very genuinely familial and platonically affectionate. We get a good sense that these two have a deep love for one another, Katara may be hotheaded and stubborn, and even irrational at times, but Sokka loves her and would do anything to keep her safe. He loves her unconditionally.

Sound familiar? :D Zuko and Iroh function in a fairly similar way, Iroh cares very deeply for Zuko and loves him unconditionally. He ultimately acts as a voice of reason and a pillar of support for his spit-fire nephew.

Now, it’s not a perfect mix. Iroh is way older than Sokka, and Sokka(the level headed one) sees Katara(the hotheaded one) as a parental figure. But over all, I feel like it works better without having to completely change their personalities.

Now, don’t get me wrong, if you are looking to actually swap/change character dynamics, Azula with Katara, and Zuko with Sokka works fine. I just don’t feel like Azula-Katara and Zuko-Sokka work very well as direct role/character swaps(which are the kind I usually see). I simply don’t feel the characters are similar enough to fit in the other’s roles. *shrug*

Wait I’m gonna have to write this huh?

I TAKE IT BACK.

THE SWAP IS FINE.

NO.

BRAIN NO.

fejnfnekjrngjk

*adds to WIP pile while grumbling about fandom being a Sisyphean task*

[dokidokey]

iridescent

summary: it’s denki’s birthday and you take your favorite boy out on a picnic date to celebrate.

pairings: kaminari denki x reader

crossed off: head in their lap

genre: fluff

warnings: denki swears one time

word count: 1,577

notes: happy late birthday to my number one thunder boy! i’ve been neck deep in my kami feels lately (i have 4 wips just for my boy that aren’t entries for the event so pls help me) here’s a birthday special and my first entry for @bnhabookclub​’s bingo event!

“You look like an extension of this picnic blanket, you know?” Kaminari Denki comments offhandedly, mouth full with the sandwich you made last minute before dragging him here.

You frown at your boyfriend, looking down at your black gingham dress and the red gingham pattern of the picnic blanket you carefully laid out earlier. You flick his forehead and he cries out, pouting at you.

“That’s not nice.”

You cross your arms, glaring at him. “Saying I look like a picnic blanket isn’t nice either, Denki.”

He giggles, setting his half-eaten sandwich on the lid of the basket resting near your foot. When he nuzzles against your neck as a form of apology, whispering a delicate “I love you,” you feel red.

Bright, bright, blinding red － enough to color yourself from head to toe. You love this side of Denki. No matter what situation you’re in, Kami always finds a way to make you feel loved, makes sure you are aware that all the love he holds and all the love he can give is all for you.

You reach up to caress his head, fingers gliding up the back of his neck, raising goosebumps on your way. If Denki was a cat, you’re sure he’d be purring right now, his content sigh hovering over the skin of your jugular.

He stays there for a few seconds before slowly sliding his face down your chest, and soon he’s lying face down on your thighs. “Denki!” Your laugh rings on the open space of the grassy field. He groans against the fabric of your dress before turning around, readjusting himself to comfortably lay his head on your lap. He smiles at you once he’s settled.

Denki’s smiles makes and breaks you. You know your boyfriend isn’t the smartest tool in the shed, he’s not that strong either in terms of his combat skills, at least not yet. But your boy has been through so much. You were there during the times he was holed up in his room, absent in movie nights and missing late night board games with the gang. You were there when he looked at you, the usual light and twinkle in his eyes nowhere to be seen, unshed tears brimming at his eyes in place.

Denki is strong and there’s no denying that. In every footstep he leaves behind him and in front of you is an orange hue, a symbol for his strength and determination, his enthusiasm and success. There’s no denying the smile you always wear when looking at Kaminari, overflowing with pride. The rest of your class and Aizawa were witnesses of that.

“Dork,” you chide and you swear his smile brightens.

“You love me though.”

You shake your head, a smile mirroring his own. “That I do,” you sigh. “Unfortunately.”

“Hey!”

“What?” You laugh, bringing one hand to sift through his hair and the other one to rest on his chest, his own hand immediately laying over yours and intertwining.

He huffs. “Are you implying you’re disappointed that you love me?”

You look up as if you’re thinking just to tease him more. “Hm,” you tilt your head, “what do you think?”

Kaminari raises his free hand to flick you this time, aiming for your forehead. You laugh again, soft and airy, focusing on running your hands through his hair. Denki closes his eyes as you do, breathing out heavily before relaxing on your thighs.

This kind of serenity you only have with Denki? This is everything for you. You’ve never felt as happy as you do with him around. Kaminari Denki with his yellow hair and yellow eyes, the same color as his energy. It’s the same feeling you felt when you greeted him this morning in the dorms, too early for anybody else to be awake, sneaking in his room and silently joining him on his bed to kiss him happy birthday. When he smiled, it was like sunlight poured over you.

Though there were times when Denki was all lightning and thunders, blood boiling green, the same shade as the hair color of the boy he’d been jealous of. You’ve been paired up with Midoriya for a project due four days after it was given, along with a million other things and your hectic trainings. The interactions you had with Denki then were tired greetings and mumbled replies from how tired you were. You never imagined your boyfriend would ever think of it as a way of you slowly trying to break up with him.

“What? You like Midoriya now?” He seethed, stinging eyes hidden by the shadows casted by his thick curtains. “If you want to break up with me, Y/N, say it to my face. Don’t－ don’t leave me hanging.”

You tried to hug him as a way of comfort but when your hands came in contact with his arms, he pushed you away with a scoff, hard eyes trained on the floor.

“Denki,” you whispered his name so softly, almost like a prayer that it shook his soul. “I love you. Okay? You. There’s no Midoriya here or anybody else. It’s you and me.”

He looked at you, eyes hard. “Why have you been avoiding me then?”

You sighed, trying to reach for him once more. When he didn’t protest, you slinked your arms around him. “We’ve been finishing the project and papers due tomorrow, Denki,” you mumbled against his hair. Upon the mention of papers, he went stiff.

“What?”

“The proje－”

He pushed you away from him, diving to get ahold of his laptop. “We have papers due tomorrow!? Why didn’t anybody tell me, fuck, I haven’t started anything!”

And just like that, you got your Denki back. You helped him with the seven-page assignment for Present Mic’s class. It’s a little past midnight when you two finished and, cuddling on his bed, it was like Denki glowed blue when he tightened his hold on you as he apologized.

“Y/N.”

You hummed as a reply, eyes closed and basking in the warmth from his body.

“I’m－” You never heard the rest of it, only inaudible mumblings.

You turned in his arms to face him, eyebrows furrowed. “What? I didn’t get that.”

“I’m sorry, you know, for. . . thinking of you like that,” he whispered. Reaching up to caress his cheeks, you kissed him softly. “It’s all cool, babe,” you assured, tapping his cheeks lightly. “I’m sorry, too. I was so focused on getting school works done I kinda forgot I have a boyfriend.”

Denki’s hands that were resting on your back moved up to pinch your arms and you yelped, quickly followed by a laugh. “Hey!”

He nuzzled closer to you, nose sliding up against yours. “I love you,” he whispered.

“Hey.”

Denki’s voice brings you back to the present, his hand waving in front of your face as you came into focus once again. “Huh?”

He readjusts himself on your lap again, the sunlight reflecting on his hair, winking at you. “Penny for your thoughts?”

You hum, tightening your hold on his hand resting on his chest. “Nothing. Just love you is all.”

Denki breaks into another blinding smile, chest lightly vibrating under your hand. “God, you’re so whipped for me, man. Who would have thought?”

You gasp incredulously at his statement, shaking his hand off yours but he holds on tightly. His laughter intensifies at your action. “You aren’t denying it!”

Who are you to deny, though? You don’t even know how you came to love him this much, but you do. Something like the color violet; warm, safe and. . . full of love － the kind that you only know blooms for Kaminari Denki. There is something magical in it that you can’t explain. Like maybe the color of unicorn dust, if it even exists; the same shade as the sky when you greeted Denki happy birthday for the eighth time this morning; as soft as the color of the handful lavenders he got you on your first date and as eye-catching as the barrette he gave you just for the hell of it.

You lean down to kiss his forehead quickly, not missing the way he hummed contentedly when you did. “And what if I am whipped?” You whisper, face still inches away from his. Your hair casts a shadow over both of your faces, casting out the outside world and creating your own inside the cascade of your tresses. “You’re one to talk for someone who bought me a barrette just because it reminded me of you.”

Denki rolls his eyes at you. “And what if I am whipped,” he mocks you, shaking his head side to side on your lap. “Whatever. Come kiss me.”

And you do. You kiss him like you did the first time, full of all the things you were too scared to tell. You kiss him like you did when he cried to you that one night, full of love and pride and faith. You kiss him like you did when he thought you don’t love him anymore, brimming with all the assurances he would ever need.

Loving Denki is floating on iridescent clouds; an array of colors spread out before you. You can’t pick what color you want nor you can decide when you want it. It’s always there and will always be a part of your relationship and it’s all good because you wouldn’t love him any other way.

[fredheads]

WIP WEDNESDAY (special birthday edition)

i flopped hard and did not write a thing for @fredsythes birthday not a special fic and not even a chapter of my own debauchery that i was gonna pass off as a present real quick so in order to make it up here is an extra long wip wednesday for clown au ft. some real gay ass shit ❤️ 🧡 💛 💙 💜 💚🥰pls enjoy

Harry Clayton came jogging up to them then, no longer wearing the blue uniform of the Church School band. He had replaced his trombone in the Neibolt School music room, and had changed into blue jeans and a cream-coloured shirt. A canvas bag flapped against his shoulder. FP noted, almost unthinkingly, how pronounced the muscles in his legs and arms were. Harry was built more solidly than any of them, even Hal and Fred, who were the biggest and tallest, respectively. 

“Hey,” said Harry abruptly, his eyes sliding over Hiram and FP before landing on Fred. “I saw him,” Harry confided, lowering his voice. “The clown. As we were going up Main Street Hill I saw him passing out balloons to kids. 

“It was the same one you talked about. He had a silver suit with orange buttons. And orange hair. And he was smiling, but… there was something wrong about him. He was facing away when I saw him, but as soon as I recognized him he looked at me. And something about him… it scared me. And the paint on his mouth was dripping. It looked like blood.” 

“I told you!” Hiram suddenly shrieked. He threw his ice cream on the ground and covered his face with his hands. “I told you! It’s here!” 

‘Let’s go,” said Fred quickly. His mouth had hardened into a thin line, and his jaw was taut. He touched FP’s shoulder abruptly, and a warmth flared from the place where his fingers pressed. Fred steered them towards the road. “We should f-find the others. Have you g-got the s-s-slides, Harry?” 

“Yeah.” Harry patted his bag. “My dad’s got a lot of stuff about Riverdale. It goes back a long time.” 

“Why’s your dad care so much?” FP asked. His own ice cream had melted down to a stump of cone, and he threw it on the ground as they walked. 

“He thinks it’s interesting. He told me once it was because he wasn’t born here. It’s like he came in in the middle of a movie and-” 

“He w-wants to see the s-start,” Fred said, and Harry smiled at him. 

“Exactly.” 

They found Hal, Mary, and Alice together at the fence bordering the tilt-a-whirl. Mary had been marching with the Boy Scouts, and was wearing her neckerchief and neatly pressed uniform. Alice was eating a stick of spun pink cotton candy and laughing at something one of the others had said. FP gauged by the exhilarated and terrified look on Hal’s face that they might have spent the morning together. The bigger boy was blushing so badly that FP expected smoke to start spiraling out of his ears. 

“W-We’re g-going to my h-house,” Fred explained. “H-Harry’s going to s-show us the puh-pictures.” 

The smiles disappeared from their faces, replaced by the serious looks of small adults. They walked in a solemn pack through the crowded streets and away from the festival, pushing their bikes by the handlebars. Fred’s house stood vacant and quiet, though music and fanfare from downtown floated very faintly over the tops of the neighbourhood trees. A tattered row of pinwheels turned doggedly in his neighbour’s garden. Fred pulled up the garage door and began setting up the projector while the others pulled up boxes and stools to use as chairs. 

FP stared at a photo tacked above Artie Andrews’ workbench. It was a ragged snapshot of the Andrews family on vacation. Oscar was there, sandwiched between his mother and father with a hand in each of theirs. And Fred was standing at his father’s shoulder, his head leaning against Artie’s arm, beaming at the camera. He looked very young and very happy. 

FP had a fantasy sometimes of telling Mr. and Mrs. Andrews off for the way they treated Fred. In this fantasy he was usually over at the Andrews house, maybe eating dinner or sitting with Fred at the kitchen island. The air was thick and painful, and Fred was trying to talk to his parents, and they were ignoring him. FP could see the tears welling up in Fred’s eyes, and his jaw was clenched like he was trying his hardest to be brave, but he was hurting. FP saw him hurting and it made him lose his cool a bit. 

In this daydream he jumped up and laid into both of them, really blew up and gave them the business. Fred looked embarrassed, a little, but grateful too. He looked at FP with stars in his eyes, like no one had ever done something like that for him before. FP indulged himself in this vision the way he did his dreams of becoming a rock star or a stand up comic in his adult life - it had the same mythical, incandescent quality as those daydreams, though this particular one recurred with frightening severity. 

“You’d better start treating your son right,” he told Mr. and Mrs. Andrews. In this fantasy he also had a strong, gravelly tough-guy voice, like he smoked a pack of cigarettes a day. He was suave. He meant business. “Do you hear me? Oscar’s gone, but Fred’s not. Fred’s still here. And your son is the smartest, strongest person I’ve ever met, and you don’t even know it.” 

His arm would go around Fred, then, wrapping around his broad back and holding him tight. Fred’s parents looked shamed, but FP wasn’t done. No, they’d know when he was done. He was just getting started. “This whole time you’ve been ignoring him he’s been braver than you’ve ever been in your life,” FP told them, and his voice rang out across the dining room clear as a bell. 

Sometimes Artie started to give him some trouble, but FP stopped him cold every time. 

“Don’t make me hurt you,” he would say to Artie Andrews, cracking his knuckles. “I don’t wanna hurt you, but I swear to God, I will. If you make him cry again, I swear to God you’ll regret it.” (He savoured these particular words like spun sugar in his mouth, reciting them sometimes in the veil between dreaming and waking like an actor rehearsing for his opening scene.) 

Fred would pull on his sleeve, but FP wouldn’t be calmed. He was a loose cannon. “I’m not crying,” Fred would say sometimes, wiping his eyes and trying to be brave, and that would make FP hold him tighter. 

Artie always apologized. They both did. “Don’t say sorry to me, you say sorry to him,” FP would order, and Fred would turn to him with those wide, adoring eyes in which FP could see reflected all the stars in the universe, and a tear would tremble on the rim of his lower lashes. 

“You didn’t have to do that,” Fred would say when they were alone. He wouldn’t stutter either - FP would have fixed that one up too. 

“Sure I did, kid,” FP said. “You’re my best friend, aren’t you?” 

And Fred would smile at him, a smile that was brave and hopeful and then he would 

(NO! NO NO NO!) 

(yes yes he would KISS-)

kiss FP on the cheek, only here the dream would be so bright and wonderful that FP would come to in a start, would throw it off blushing with his tongue drier than sawdust and his stomach cramping madly, the dream and reality overlapping in lovely translucent strips so that flashes of it were still visible - Fred’s hand on his wrist, Fred’s hot dry lips on his cheek, and then he would leave it entirely with superhuman effort and go back to the start like rewinding a tape, sitting at the kitchen table, telling Fred’s parents that they’d better wise up. 

He got as far as telling Artie off the second time around when he looked up suddenly and realized he was the only one still standing in the middle of the garage. Mary was sitting on a folding chair to his right, asking him what the hell he was doing. FP dropped quickly onto a nearby crate and shook the dream out of his head. 

“Just thinking me thinks,” he said glibly, crossing one ankle on top of his knee and bouncing it, and Mary shook her head slightly and turned away. 

Fred pulled down the garage door, sealing out the light. In the moment before FP’s eyes adjusted to the pitch black, he had a horrible thought. Suppose something reached out of the dark and grabbed his neck, or a set of teeth fastened in his leg? Suppose the clown was behind them all now? Then the projector flashed on, illuminating a square of flat garage wall, and the breath came back to his body. 

“Some of these pictures go back hundreds of years, my dad said,” Harry explained. He was feeding slides into Artie Andrews’ projector, his broad shoulders silhouetted very handsomely in the blue light. “When you all were talking about the clown, I realized I’d seen something like it before. And after I saw it today, I’m sure I recognized him.” 

“You recognized him?” Alice asked, sounding horrified. 

“Look.” 

The slide clicked into place, throwing an outline of a photo on the garage wall. The projection was a scan of a black-and-white ink sketch, showing a clown entertaining a group of children. The children were smiling, but the clown was not. Its mouth drooped down in a sorrowful frown, its eyes gloomy black pits. There was an awful aura about the antique photo, as though the black and white lines radiated malice. 

PENNYWISE THE CLOWN read old-timey writing across the bottom. 

“What’s the date on this?” Hal asked. 

“My dad says this one is from the early seventeen hundreds. Back when Riverdale was just a beaver trapping camp.” 

This phenomenal news rocketed FP into action. “Still is! Am I right, boys?” FP shoved Hiram hard with his elbow and threw a hand up for a high five. Hiram looked at him blankly. Fred frowned. Mary shook her head at him until FP put his hand back down.

[softspiderling]

of broken promises and heartbreak - part one | t.h.

Summary: It’s been six years since you and Tom broke up, six years since you’ve last seen each other. A lot has happened, Tom got insanely famous, making countless billion dollar movies, attending one red-carpet event after the other. But now he was attending one event, he wasn’t sure he was ready for. Your wedding. And he wasn’t attending as your groom.

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Song I listened to while writing: Rescue Me by OneRepublic

Author’s Note: I have two other WIPs I have to finish writing and of course I started writing a new piece. #sorrynotsorry I am planning to do a second part, if you’re interested, pls let me know.

Warnings: some swearing, angst

Word Count: 3,4k

Masterlist

PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE | PART FOUR

Tom straightens his shirt as he stares in the mirror, a frown etched on his face. He can hear hushed conversations in the room next door and he knows that his brothers are waiting for him to come out of the room. Tom can’t believe that he is getting ready for rehearsal dinner of his ex-girlfriend. He figures it could be a bit odd for bystanders to know that you would invite your ex and his family to your wedding, but you’ve always been close with his family. It was something Tom always cherished, seeing you getting along with his parents and brothers so well while you were dating.

After the break-up on the other hand, it bothered him that you still had contact with his mum. It was selfish, he knew that now, but he always wanted his mum to be on his side, he was her son after all. He was pretty stupid. He always thought of you being the one that got away, even though he was the one who let you go.

The two of you were sitting on your couch; tears were pooling in your eyes while Tom’s were directed at anything but at you.

“I- where is this coming from?” you asked, fingers pulling on the threads of the ratty t shirt you were wearing. “I thought we were happy… I am happy, aren’t you?” your voice broke as you looked at the side of his head, while he was staring at the wall in front of him.

Framed photos were decorating the walls of your living room, pictures of your friends and family. Pictures of you and Tom smiling, hugging, kissing, being happy. Unlike now.

“I am not as happy as I used to be,” Tom said quietly and he exhaled softly. “I don’t think that I can give you what you need, Y/N.” He kept his eyes on the wall, until he caught sight of a picture from the two of your from your last vacation together; cheek to cheek, smiling brightly at the camera. He dropped his gaze to the floor, knowing he wouldn’t be able to stomach looking at you.

He used to promise to you to always be there, whether it be good or bad times. But recently it had been more bad than good times, and he wasn’t sure if it was still what he wanted. You were so young and when the two of you started dating, you were even younger, bright eyed, naïve that what you had could last for a life time.

He felt like no matter no much he tried, there was still something missing and there came the times when he’d rather spend a night out with Harrison and Jacob instead of watching a movie with you. A fear settled in his stomach, spreading throughout his body as time passed. The fear of missing out.

His friends had told him how lucky he was, to have found someone so perfect for him in his young years, while the rest of his friends were still looking for the one, alternating between different girls. Tom sometimes envied them of their freedom. Not that you were caging him in, but he always felt certain restraints when he went clubbing with his friends, nursing on his drink at the bar while the rest of the boys were grinding with different girls on the dance floor.

He was happy with you. Going furniture shopping for your apartment, picking out flowers for your friend’s birthday, he loved spending time with you. But the domesticity scared him.

“I only need you!” you assured him, wiping your cheeks with the back of your hand. “That’s the problem!” Tom exclaimed, his voice rising. “I don’t want to be the lifeline you cling to, I need my space. We always do everything together. We’re still so young and I feel like were an old married couple already.”

“What?” you said confusedly, a hiccup escaping your lips. That was the one thing you and Tom always loved about your relationship, at least that was what you always thought.

The harmless bickering, the comfort you felt around each other as if you’ve been together forever.

“I am only 20, Y/N. I am supposed to be out there, living my life. Hell, I am flying out to New York next week to film Spider-Man.”

“And you know I am so happy for you, Tom. Why are you acting like I am holding you back? I am so confused, we’ve been dating for two years and suddenly you feel like you’re missing out on life?” you asked him, tucking your hair back. He was treating you like a child hanging onto him like he was your mother.

Tom clenched his jaw and raked his fingers through his hair as your words sunk in. Suddenly he felt stupid and exposed. He knew he was being unfair to you, projecting his insecurities onto you. But at that time, he felt like this was the right thing to do.

“I am sorry, Y/N. It’s over.” He said quietly as he got up, turning his back to you. You scoffed as new tears spilled over your cheek, but you stared at the ceiling.

“You know, you are going to regret this, right? I am not going to fight you on this, because I know you think you’re doing the right thing for both of us. You’ve had it all, Tom.”

His feet stilled, hand on the door knob. It wasn’t too late, he could still turn around and tell you that it was a mistake and that he would make it up to you, but he was too weak. Deep inside him, he knew that you were right about everything, but Tom somehow couldn’t find the strength to turn around.

“I am sorry.” He whispered once more before he opened the door and left.

It’s been six years since Tom has seen you, and in the six years, he realized two things. One: Breaking up with you was the dumbest thing he has ever done. Two: the happier you got, the more miserable he became. And now he’s getting ready for your rehearsal dinner, a day before your wedding. He really fucked up.

A knock on the door brings Tom back to reality.

“Hey mate, you ready?”

Harrison leans against the door frame of Tom’s hotel room, out of the three boys waiting in the common room next door, he was the one volunteering to talk to the fidgeting boy (man, really).

“This is really stupid,” Tom mumbles, fingering the end of his dark red tie.

“Are you sure it’s a good idea for me to come?”

Harrison sighs and pushes himself off the door frame.

“Tom, Y/N invited you.”

“She invited my family,” Tom points out. “I didn’t get a personal invitation like you did.”

“That’s because my family wasn’t invited. Tom, you two dated and she was really close with your family, why would you get a separate invitation from your family? The Holland family was invited, Not ‘Holland family minus Tom’,” Harrison states and the brown haired man sighs, rubbing his face with his hand.

“I am being dumb, right?” he asks his best friend and Harrison nods, slinging an arm around the shorter one. “Yeah, but no dumber than usual.”

“Piss off,” Tom snorts and shoves Harrison off of him, fixing his dress shirt.

“And Y/N told me she’s really excited to see you,” Harrison mentions off handedly and Tom’s heart almost jumps out of his chest.

“She told you what?” he presses out, his voice several octaves higher than five seconds ago.

Harrison rubs the back of his neck, wincing at the tone.

He was the one who introduced the two of you and after the break up, Harrison was caught in between two people, never wanting to pick a side, not wanting to hurt his best friend or you.

Though there was no contact between you and Tom, Harrison often functioned as the neutral middle man.

It happened all too often, that when Tom was hanging out with Harrison, that the latter would dick around on Instagram and stumble upon a story you posted, your voice booming out of the speakers of the phone before he could exit the app. The silence that followed wasn’t the most comfortable, to say the least.

“You know I talk to her, Tom,” Harrison says carefully and Tom stares at the blonde, his mouth agape before snapping it shut, bristling.

“Of course you are,” he mutters, his head full of questions. Why would you be excited to see him? How much have you changed? Did you still have any feelings for him? Tom clenches his fist and clears his head, before punching the wall next to the mirror, leaving it dented, the wallpaper ripped.

Harrison watches his friend quietly, placing his hand on his shoulder.

“Mate, maybe you should stay here,” he suggests and Tom shakes his head quickly. “NO! No, I- I should be happy for her. It’s my fault, this is just…”

“Hard, I know. But I am here for you,” Harrison promises. “Boys, the car is here,” Harry calls from the other room.

“Alright, let’s get this over with,” Tom mumbles to himself and grabs his jacket, before leaving the hotel room with the twins in tow, heading downstairs to the car that would take them to the venue of the rehearsal dinner.

oOo

“You ready babe? Guests are already coming through the door,” Levi says as you check your reflection in the mirror one last time.

“Yeah, just checking my make up again,” you hum, touching up on your lipstick, your lips widening in a smile when your fiancé wraps his arms around your waist.

“You look perfect,” he tells you and you giggle, closing the cap of your lipstick. “No need for charming, I already said yes,” you tease and Levi kisses you on the cheek before pulling away.

“Yeah yeah, one day when we’re old and grey, you’ll miss me charming you,” he sings, before lacing his hand with yours, tugging you out of the room to greet your guests.

“I’ll see you later, yeah,” Levi whispers and parts after giving you a soft kiss, leaving to greet his college friends. You watch him leave before you head over to your bridesmaids.

“Rehearsal dinners are so American,” Tina says, while Hannah hands you a glass of champagne. “Since when do you complain about an event that involves food?” you laugh, nipping on the champagne.

“I am not complaining, just pointing out,” Tina snorts and eyes the guests trickling in. “So, anyone interesting coming tonight?” Vica asks, stirring her martini.

“All of my guests are interesting, Vic,” you hum with a grin, swallowing the champagne, as the beverage burns your throat. You’ve never liked champagne, but you were pretty sure you aren’t going to survive the night without any drinks.

Hannah watches you suspiciously, her finger nails tapping against her glass. “Is Tom coming?”

Vica chokes on her martini, coughing. “Holy shit, you invited your ex?!”

You roll your eyes at her and empty the rest of the champagne into your mouth, before placing the glass on a tray. Considering that Vica was your best friend and maid of honor, she really had a knack for missing important details.

“Yeah, I told you that when I sent out the invites,” you sigh and shake out your fingers. “I still think it was a bad idea, I mean, your break up wasn’t exactly amicable,” Tina says and Hannah hums with a shrug of her shoulders. “So what? That was six years ago, they’re both adults.”

“Plus, now you can say that a famous movie star is attending your wedding, how cool is that?” Vica waggles with her eyebrows, making the other girls snort.

“You guys are the worst,” you declare, squeezing their hands. “I gotta go though, my god-aunt is here. I’ll see you guys around, yeah? Stay out of trouble,” you warn your girlfriends, heading over to the entrance of the venue.

oOo

Tom wipes his sweaty hands on his pants as he trails behind Harrison and his brothers into the venue, glancing around the halls.

During the ride to the venue, he had managed to keep his nerves at bay, but now that he was seconds away from seeing you again, he was also seconds away from combusting. He looks at the people standing by the entrance of venue, not recognizing any of the guests, exhaling slowly. He sees a dark haired guy in suit talking animatedly to a group of men and he wonders if that is the man you are going to marry tomorrow, before letting his eyes wander.

The moment Tom sees and recognizes you, he is pretty sure his heart skipped a beat. You haven’t seen him yet, so he let himself stare at you a bit. He admires the way your hair looks with the sun shining on it, your eyes sparkling with happiness, your lips painted with a delicate red, the color similar to the color of your dress.

Tom has always liked red on you, just as much as you liked red on him, which was probably the main reason why he had picked out the red colored tie.

Suddenly, your eyes find his and a flush creeps on his cheeks when he realizes that he’s been caught staring, while you look surprised, before your face melts into a happy one, though he can detect an unreadable tone. He used to be able to read you so easily, but after all this time, Tom can’t tell if you were happy to see him.

“- you know our garden, we’ve really struggled with finding a spot for the mango-.” “Would you excuse me, Tamara, I have to greet my other guests,” you say to your god-aunt with a smile, before walking over to Tom, exhaling softly. This is the first time meeting him since your break up.

Even though you’ve been trying to avoid his face as much as you could, it was kind of impossible considering he was a famous movie star. You even watched all of the marvel movies, despite the tugs on your heartstrings every time you saw his face on the screen, but you’ve always been a fan of his acting.

You bet he’s really thankful for his acting skills now, you figure it’s not easy attending the wedding of your ex-girlfriend.

“Y/N!” Harry calls out and a smile breaks out on your face as you hug Harry first and then Sam, sighing into the hugs.

“Hey guys, I am so glad you could make it,” you tell them and beam at Harrison, who wraps you in a tight hug.

“You look beautiful, Y/N,” Harrison says, before his voice drops into a whisper.

“He’s really nervous, love. Don’t let him fool you.”

You frown, giving Harrison a look as you pull away, before smiling awkwardly at Tom, tucking your hair behind your ear.

How were you supposed to greet your ex? A handshake? Hug?

Tom cleared his throat, before dazzling you with a wide smile, a smile, you’ve seen on too many red carpet photos.

“Y/N, hi. It’s really good to see you,” he says, hugging you before kissing your cheek, making you still in his arms.

“Uh, Tom, hi,” you say perplexed, your chest tightening. The greeting seemed so cold, even if he kissed your cheek.

“Thanks for inviting me, I hadn’t expected an invitation, to be honest,” Tom tells you and you laugh nervously. “Yeah, no, of course. I am surprised that you could attend, I am sure you’re missing out on some important event.”

“It’s your wedding, darlin’, I wouldn’t miss this for anything,” he assures you and you furrow your brows. That was such a weird thing to say.

“Right… Where are Paddy and your parents? I am pretty sure they RSVP’ed that the whole family was attending,” you mention.

“They’re flying in right now, but they will be at the wedding tomorrow. Don’t you worry, they’ve been looking forward to this,” Sam says and you smile at him, thankful for the interruption. The conversation with Tom was so uncomfortable, it never used to be like this with the two of you. You wondered if he had changed with all the fame.

“Oh, okay, I am glad. I haven’t seen them in ages,” you reply, jumping slightly when an arm snakes around your waist. You look up to see Levi smiling at the four boys and out of the corner of your eye, you could see Tom clenching his jaw.

“Hey babe.”

“Levi, this is Harry, Sam, Harrison and-“

“Tom, I presume?” Levi interrupts you and you frown, before schooling your face into a smile.

“Yeah, mate, nice to meet you,” Tom says, shaking Levi’s hand; their eyes never leaving the other’s.

You watched them, noticing the tension between them. The other three boys exchange looks before Harrison speaks up.

“So, what’s a guy gotta do to get a drink?” he asks and you exhale, gesturing to the bar.

“You can get drinks over there, I made sure they serve some proper English beer for you guys,” you laugh and Harrison claps his hands.

“Excellent.”

“Come on, babe, I want to introduce you to my friends,” Levi says and squeezes your side and you nod, smiling at the four English boys. “Have fun guys,” you tell them and with one last look at Tom, you and Levi leave to talk to other guests.

As soon as you leave, Harrison punches Tom in the shoulder.

“Ow! What the hell was that for!” Tom exclaims, rubbing his shoulders.

“’Darlin’, I wouldn’t miss this wedding for anything’?” Harrison mocks him, while Harry and Sam nod in agreement. “That was the most uncomfortable conversation I was ever a part of, bro. I thought you were nervous,” Harry asks and Tom scoffs.

“I am nervous, what are you talking about?”

“You acted like a dickhead,” Sam tells him and Tom’s face drops. “I didn’t do anything, I just greeted her like I would greet someone on the red carpet, you know, professional,” he argues and Harrison facepalmed, groaning.

“Mate, forget professional. There was a time that you wanted to be the one next to Y/N at a rehearsal dinner, this is not the time and place to act professional,” he says. “She was already so uncomfortable and adding that pissing contest with her fiancé? Mate, you gotta cool down.”

Tom scowls and turns his head to the bar.

“There was no contest, I already lost,” he says quietly. Harrison clasps Tom on the back, making eye contact with the twins. “Cheer up. Let’s get some of the beers Y/N mentioned and I promise it’ll be fine.”

oOo

Levi clinks a spoon against the champagne glass he’s been holding, calling for the attention of his guests.

“Everyone, I welcome you to Y/N and my rehearsal dinner. In a couple of minutes, the first course will be brought out and I hope you all enjoy yourselves, because I certainly do,” he grins and presses a kiss to your cheek.

The guests all cheer and clap, though you can see Tom nursing a beer at the table in the back.

His behavior really irritated you, even with Harrison’s warning. He didn’t act like the Tom you knew, the Tom you loved and cherished.

It was like he put up an act and you’ve never felt so estranged him like right now, even though this is the closest you’ve been to him since six years.

As the first course is brought out by the staff, you excuse yourself from your guests, pushing your chair back.

‘You okay?’ Vica mouths at you and you nod, giving her a small smile. You head out to the side entrance, to catch some fresh air, feeling overwhelmed and so hot.

You lean against the wall of the building, exhaling softly, closing your eyes. Even though it has been six years since the breakup, seeing Tom again really brought all sorts of feelings back, and you’ve never been able to deal with stressful situations, it’s needless to say that this is more than stressful for you.

“Y/N?” someone asks tentatively and you look up just to see the cause of the situation you’re currently in.

“Hey Tom,” you say softly, blinking in surprise as he steps closer to you.

“Can we talk?”

next >

[pinkykitten]

I was tagged by @writing-with-melon I hope my answers aren’t complete waste or if time and if so I’m sorry and I love you

Rules: Answer ten 10 questions, ask 10, and tag 10 people

1. What song automatically plays in your head when you look out the window on a long drive? 

i dont really have an answer for this. i think i just automatically think about any song ive been listening to recently or any song that has been stuck in my head. 

2.  Do you have some snacks nearby when you write?

well i live in a two story house so the kitchen is downstairs and im usually lazy busy so since i have a mini fridge upstairs i just usually get water to drink while im writing. its kinda hard to eat and write cuz i loose focus really easily so when i am writing i am writing! i am in the zone! but if i am a little hungry ill usually snack on candy like chocolate kinder joys i love them but they r so expensive or snack on chips but i get like salt on my fingers or i like cheetos so cheetos dust and that just gets everywhere and later my hands and keyboard kinda smell like fart. 3. What do you do to combat creative burnout?

so burnout happens to me a lot so to get inspiration i either read other stories or fanfics which gets my head gears turning or i admire a piece of art or photography or a song. whats so unique and satisfying with writing you can explore and go anywhere with it, hehehe erotic if you know what i mean lol jk there are no barriers with writing just your imagination. there is inspiration any where you go and id advise to never stop writing. even if its a few short sentences or paragraphs about anything even bird poop its still progression and your mind is working and your searching for words like its all good for you bby.  4. Do you use (or like to use) prompts? 

i do ill put the link here. im thinking of changing it though to do something different. 

5. What is your favorite place to write?

lol boring, i know but my room. my room is really bright in the mornings and comfortable and chill and i have a candle of the pandora ride in disney that smells like the ride so its all good and relaxing and super peaceful plus i have a picture of myself the age of like 9 on my desk idk why but it encourages me and makes me focus to make sure i never get that cringy again. 

6. What is a hobby or yous that you usually don’t talk about?

well i like working out HAHAHAHAHA jk that was a joke...get it...cuz i much rather be eatingokillstop. but i really like to draw which i have a art page you can see it if you click here pls look at my failed attempts to be hip and cool with the cool kids and being artsy fartsy. another hobby is i really like to do makeup and nail art, nail art is really tough guys no joke if you do it like you got wizard powers are something. maybe its bc my nails are shorter than pete davidson and ariana grande’s relationship, alright im trying to stop i swear!

7. Do you play an instrument? Which one?

no i wish though. i always wanted to learn to either play the piano or electric guitar cuz H.E.R looks so cool doing it. 

8. How do you feel about your handwriting?

it sucks dont even try me. my sister can barely read it like no wonder nobody wants to steal my signature heck they can’t even read it!

9. Can you tell us of a story that marked your development as a person? As a writer?

ok sit back guys, sniff a nice amount of crack and get ready for the most cringy moment of my life but also a time when i knew i was meant to be *inhale* a fanfic writer. 

so it was elementary school, i think 3rd grade and for my writing assignment we were given a prompt of idk what the heck tbh i think it was like be outside the box and im like ok imma nail this cuz im a weird child and yeah so i got my papers and pencil and i went TO TOWN on this paper. so i wrote two stories. one short story with a picture to go with it and one long story that yeah i buried years ago. so my first story was about a farmer was about that farming life. he had chickens and dairy. so i cant remember if the cheese was spoiled but doesnt matter. anywho these cheese and a chicken were alive like they could talk in the story and i gave them faces, yikes. but the whole story was the farmer was a b*tch and he was trying to eat the chicken and cheese so they hatched a plan to get away from the farmer. they did it successfully and they ran away. yay happy ending my teacher actually liked that one me too and my school mates were thinking what they heck is this girl on i made a story about how me and justin bieber made cookies for Christmas you know. so then my other story i was more proud of this one cuz it was a tone of paper, sorry trees, and this story was about how a female hippo (girl i was all about plus size and thicker girls and no body shaming) and an male ostrich were kidnapped from their own habitats and taken to become circus animals. failed version of Madagascar hey mine was before the circus movie OK THEY STOLE IT FROM MEEEEE. so they get taken and are treated to harsh punishment and the animals can talk and i think its in the point of view of the male ostrich guy thing. they are in the circus and they start to have this relationship happening. love starts blossoming its all good. im happy with this cuz i believed in love at age of 8. they find a way thru a kick butt scene of the animals escaping and the hippo and ostrich are so in love that they run away together and they have half hippo half ostrich babies and i think i named the species  hipstrich or like ostppo idk but i was so proud of this story and when my teacher read it she was worried about me lol i think she thought i might like mate these two animals like secretly idk but she was like it was ok and i was like what this is frickin William Shakespeare writing or like F. Scott Fitzgerald writing. nevertheless it taught me a lesson that nobody else needs to like what im writing the main point and only thing that matters is if your proud of it and you like it and i really did. i will remember that story forever and thats what made me want to be a writer. lol sorry that was a lot. 

10. @emdop I’m going to use this great question: Explain one of your WIPs in the most ridiculous way possible. 

wellllll im working on my peaky blinders oc story its a lot of drugs money killing weapons jewelry rich profanities like its the show but written from my stubby hands so my oc and whatever its great and so excited to show it to you guys. 

MY QUESTIONS:

1. WHAT MADE YOU WANT TO START TUMBLR?

2. IF YOU COULD CHANGE ANYTHING OF THIS WORLD, WHAT WOULD IT BE?

3. WHAT QUALITY IS IMPORTANT TO YOU?

4. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE OUTFIT?

5. WHAT MAKES YOU SMILE?

6. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SONG IN THE WHOLE WORLD?

7. IF YOU COULD VISIT A PLACE, WHERE WOULD IT BE?

8. WHAT SHOW OR MOVIE UNIVERSE WOULD YOU WANT TO BE IN?

9. WHAT IS THE SCARIEST MOMENT OF YOUR LIFE?

10. WHAT DO YOU WANT MORE IN THIS WORLD THAN ANYTHING ELSE?

im tagging: @thatlittlered, @ardentmuse, @acciosnapes, @lotsoffandomimagines, @collecting-stories, @blog-of-a-multitude-of-fandoms, @naughtyneganjdm, @lenahellgizibe and two random followers @spiritsent, @sucker-for-my-fandoms

i was tagged by @writing-with-melon again ty btw, ps i felt so much pressure lol jk 😊

Rules: Answer 5 questions, Ask 5 questions, Tag 5 people.

1. What is your favorite book?

fifty shades of grey hahaha naw my favorite book is obv you all know this is series of unfortunate events but i never usually cry period and i never cry for books ever so when i read mrs. tom thumb by melanie benjamin, its the part when her sister minnie dies i cried so hard idk it was just emotional the wording the way she described her pain it was so beautiful written yet so sad and that was just amazing to me cuz im like this book made me feel things and im like wow i would love to write a book one day and make someone feel something whether it be sadness anger happiness annoyance anything they are having an emotion and that is super powerful to do that with just words. pls go check out that book its a good read. also im a fan of the greatest showman so i really enjoyed it. there are many other books tho that i thoroughly enjoy so much. 

2. What piece that you’ve written are you most proud of?

oh my god ive always wanted to be asked this question hands down i am always proud of my platonic gender neutral tony stark fic called in·con·sol·a·ble window to me i wrote it so sad and i was feeling like depressed lol when i saw peter die in infinity war like i didnt know what to do with my life tbh but im so glad that @impetrichorny requested it tysm i just like how its not based on romance or fluff or happiness it is based on when you lose someone the nightmares and sadness you go through and that there is nothing nobody can do about it except just be there for that person so i really like writing angst and something that was out of the box. ive been thinking tho of doing a part two since the fate of all the characters has changed after endgame. who knows tho. 

3. What is the last song that inspired you? 

well for art it would have to good news by mac miller when i did that kobe bryant memorial on my art page. i dont want to give it away though but ill just say some very powerful womens music inspired my oc writing and making. 

4. How do you feel about letting people read what you write?

at first i was scared cuz i thought i wrote like trash which that feeling kinda doesnt go away like some days i feel that way others i feel confident or it depends on the request it just depends but anyways i was always insecure about my writing so when i started writing it was more like lets see how this goes if not ill delete the whole page. im glad to say it went great but in the begging it was hard cuz i kept putting myself down but i learned to accept or just understand that you keep learning with writing you always learn knew things with writing how you can explain something better or you words get more intricate and people see the improvement and you do too thats why i applaud those who dont speak english that english isnt their first language. you are doing a tremendous job and keep practicing cuz you’re gonna make it to the top. ive also learned that some days are not my days and you can take time off when youre not feeling it when you have writers block. just recollect your juices sip some tea go to the beach relax your mind a little and take as long as you need to come back and give it your all. also comments and reblogs and likes a follows those meant so much to me and encouraged me. thats why i cant express it enough how much all those mean to writers, artist, photographers, anybody who is truly trying their hard in this area of social media. its makes a person happy smile and confident in their writing but first train your mind into loving what you make not what others thing. you have to be happy with the outcome that is what truly matters and what makes your writing the best. look at me getting philosophical. 

5. Do you get distracted easily? If yes with what?

yes and with porn haha i get distracted easily like very easily homeschooling was really tough for me. music distracts me, netflix, the urge to watch david dobrik or unus annus or buzzfeed unsolved on youtube, heck my farts distract me. i gotta be like troy bolton i gotta get my HEAD IN THE GAME!

MY QUESTIONS:

1. IF YOU COULD BE NAMED SOMETHING ELSE, WHAT WOULD YOU BE NAMED?

2. WHAT PERSON INSPIRES YOU THE MOST?

3. IF YOU KNEW THE WORLD WAS ENDING TOMORROW WHAT WOULD YOU DO TODAY?

4. WHAT DO YOU OFTEN THINK ABOUT IN THE SHOWER?

5. WHATS YOUR WEIRD COMBINATION FOOD?

im tagging: @thatlittlered​, @ardentmuse​, @acciosnapes​, @lotsoffandomimagines​, @collecting-stories​ AND WHOEVER WANTS TO DO THIS IF YOU FOLLOW ME OR LIKE MY STORIES TAG ME ILL READ YOUR ANSWERS. HOPE I DID THIS RIGHT SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG YOU GUYS ARE AMAZING MWUAH 

[cee-grice]

new writeblr intro!

Heya! So I’ve been stalking the writeblr community for awhile and finally decided to make an actual blog for that, late as it is. I guess this is where I introduce myself somewhat...

You can call me Tea (I promise it’s not just because I like tea)! I’m from Lithuania, but right now am studying Psychology in the Netherlands. I’ve been having a difficult time finding any writers around here, so, naturally, I decided to go search on the Internet!:D 

I’ve been writing fiction for around six years now, though I started doing original stuff in English only a little while back, since before that fanfiction ruled my life. And as many writers, I’m dying for some validation and interaction with my fellow cave crawlers or sunshines or whatever you might be. So I had the ingenious thought of “hey, what if I actually... post stuff and like... talk to people”. Madness, really, but hey, new life, new me(ss), so here I am! 

I also sometimes draw digitally, so you might see some of my OCs or fanart in the future (whenever I deem them adequate enough for the eyes of others).

Now, the most important part - my WIPs.

...They don’t have names yet, but shhhHHH I’m fine with referring to them as “The Purgatory One” and “The Siren One”, so until I say otherwise, that’s what they’re called. I’ll do proper introductions for them later, but for now, the short version!

Primary WIP - The Purgatory One: it’s a dark fantasy about a world in which you end up when you, basically, “abandon your life” by going away with only one purpose - to leave. The realm to which your soul then gets taken is similar to your world but also completely different, since your and everyone else’s subconsciousness there reigns over the construct of time or physics or anything bound by laws that we’re familiar with. It probably sounds complicated, but, well, it’s supposed to be a mind fricc, so :’)) Don’t get fooled by how I refer to it in my head, though, it’s a sort of joke, and jokes aren’t meant to be explained, so! Bear with me pls

Secondary WIP - The Siren One: now, how I call this one is way more straightforward. It’s about sirens, how shocking. Why not mermaids, you might ask? Because sirens are just way cooler and deserve more attention  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯  Now, we all heard about beautiful women with their beautiful voices and beautiful songs, but what about... a boy siren that thinks “hey, I can also hunt with singing, watch me”, and fails spectacularly. Let’s leave it at that for now.

As you might have realized by now, I’m not great with putting my thoughts into words, but that’s only when I’m writing as I’m speaking! With my actual works the situation is definitely better (or so I’d like to tHiNK), so I hope I don’t scare you away! To wrap this up, I really hope I’ll get to meet a lot of you! I’ll try to hit up people as I go along, but please don’t hesitate to reach out to me as well!! I’d love to freak out over whatever you want me to freak out about, for example, ur own stuff ;))))

Also, I have no idea how blogging actually works and what do I actually have to do, so, again, please bear with me as I figure it out!! Drop down a note if you’re also a writeblr or are just interested, would be great to find some friendos!