#writer confession

[romanceclub-confessionss]

Confession:

"I've played every VN app there is and so I wonder why worshipping an author is such a big thing in the RC fandom. I've seen admiration but never to this extent. An RC author could literally (and did) write the most ignorant and problematic scene/book and you can expect that their worshippers will come to defend them I don't think I need to drop these authors' names"

[i-am-trans-gwender]

Never mess with a writer because they will make the villain of there story a thinly veiled caricature of you.

[dark-side-blog3]

speaking of being babied by yanderes after surgery, I've got my second surgery coming up later this month. And while yes it's good for me in the long run, I am also very dramatic about getting shots. It's not even the surgery itself that bothers me, it's the damn constant shots.

Just thinking about yandere's dealing with me pre and post-op. Their dramatic little one being reduced to tears and nigh-inconsolable the days leading up, and how badly I'll rely on them after the surgery is done and all my physical therapy is back at square one. How I'll squirm and sniffle as they flush my iv sites, and administer anticoagulant shots. And yet, for the first time since kidnapping me, I won't be able to fight back. I won't be able to bite, hit, scream, throw things, or hide from them. I'll be completely at their mercy, and desperate for comfort.

And maybe they'll give it to me.

Or maybe they'll take the opportunity to tease me.

It depends on the yandere, after all-- and a little bit on what mood I'm in when fantasizing.

[doraminatook]

I've always been a romantic...

Please enjoy this journal entry from my thirteen-year-old self. (I used to journal feverishly in middle school and high school. Yes, I named all my journals; always pretty names, as if I was talking to a friend.)

"Ella, I'm writing a musical now. It's called 'Opposites Attract' & it's a romantic comedy. It's about this one really timid guy named Ben whose running away from the draft (it takes place durring WW2) who meet this big-mouth show girl name Lilly & falls in love. Ann and I are gonna star in it. I'm gonna find this person who can write music. We'll take 'OA' to New York & start to case it, but someone will discover me and say that I should play Lilly. The show will be a big hit & will win TONS of Tony's for it!"

I have no idea who "Ann" was...possibly someone I made up.

I think past me would be happy that I'm a playwright but very sad that I'm not married to Clay Aiken.

[fic-writer-confessions]

Not a Fic Writer, but I've written so many tragedies whenever I introduce a new OC my friends ask me "so how did you ruin this one's life?"

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[iwriteasfotini]

I haven't written in days due to a nasty cold which took down the whole family. But today I decided to plink out a few paragraphs and three pages later I'm pretty pleased. This is why my posting is so delayed. I can't handle the perceived pressure of people waiting on me to write what's next. I'm all scheduled out for about a year though with already written content. And if that isn't a generous buffer, IDK what is.

[uniwritesfiction]

A Little About Me

Hi everyone, my name is Uni and I’m a writer. I have been writing since around 2015. I have attended school and have experience writing in terms of fanfiction, short stories, novels, etc. I will generally be posting fanfiction here BUT from time to time, I will do original stuff. And I hope soon, you will be able to take home a physical copy of my work. :)

FOR WRITING WORK: QueenRen64 @Ao3

SkyStar54 @deviantart

For other social media platforms:

@unicomix (Tumblr art blog)

uni_comix @ Instagram UniComix @ Reddit (I will be posting stories there as well)

That's all for now! Can't wait to read some works here and check out my work below. :)

[justaleafinthewind]

If any one of my posts is to break containment, make it this one.

Before January 2025, download your favorite fics, especially those with smut or queer content.

If Project 2025 goes into effect (which it very likely will now that we have three red branches of government in the US), they may attempt to restrict the use/sharing of media on sites like ao3.

This particularly applies to fics with smut or any type of queer content, because the official Project 2025 document states, "Pornography, manifested today in the omnipresent propagation of transgender ideology and sexualization of children, for instance... has no claim to First Amendment protection... Pornography should be outlawed."

Now, I don't expect ao3 to disappear or go anywhere without a fight, but it's best to be on the safe side these days.

To download your favorite fics:

Go to archiveofourown.org and open the fic you want to download.

At the top right corner, to the right of the 'subscribe' button, is a button that says 'download'. Click it.

A drop-down menu will give you the option to choose the format of your download. Choose your preferred format (.epub and .pdf are my personal favorites -- .epub lets you open a fic in the apple books app and .pdf is compatible with like every device and program out there).

When you click the button for your preferred format, a pop-up window appears confirming your choices. The title of the document will default to the title of the fic, so be aware of that and consider changing conspicuous titles to something ignorable, especially if you share the computer.

You're done! Now do this with all your favorite fics!

Stay safe out there, your favorite characters are rooting for you <3

[nyxiswrites1200]

Thinking of John Price being married to the prettiest wife. He invites Soap, Ghost, and Gaz over to his house where his pretty girl is sitting in the pool in the smallest bikini.

Getting all flustered because of the other guys but Price kisses her and says it's fine.

Ghost especially can't help but stare. He's never seen something so pretty in his life. Price knows you like him, you like the masked brooding L.T.

You sweetly ask for permission and of course Price grants it. You get to flirt with Ghost and hold on to his muscular arm while you try to convince him to get in the pool. However you just end up beneath him on a pool chair as he touches you.

"You take good care of your husband, love?"

"Mhm, I do. Let daddy fill me up all the time"

"You got room for one more?"

Letting him fuck you as Soap and Gaz try not to stare but they sit on the edge of the pool with their cocks hard. Price watching as he shamelessly strokes his cock, asking you how you like Ghost's dick in your tummy because it's so big.

Ghost fucking you in the backyard of your husband's house as the rest of em watch, trying not to be pervs. But you're just a sweet pretty little thing :( they can't help it.

Ghost is pounding you, making you moan so loudly. Good thing there's a tall fence surrounding the yard. He's got you pinned under his large frame, not even undressed.

Soap and Gaz cum in their swim trunks and Price's shoots over his happy trail on his stomach as Ghost pumps you full, leaving you dripping with his cum. You already know Price is going to want to fuck it back into you tonight along with his own.

Ghost was sweet though. Sent you flowers when he was away because he didn't want you to feel used even if you did want his cock anyway...

An: I don't know what came over me guys <3

[eleanore-delphinium]

Small Confession.

This scene, Raven was supposed to be lying. The plan was she really didn't know if they'd remember. And Damian was supposed to know that she didn't even know.

Them being bound by the spell is legit though.

The whole her lying and him knowing could still be canon on this timeline.

Damian: Will I remember you?

Raven: Yes, unknowingly. Like the word at the tip of your tongue, like a memory, you couldn’t completely recall, like a kiss from a butterfly… A feeling you cannot shake. You and I have become soul mates. You are bound to me as I am bound to you. No matter when or where this will be true. Even if we do not know.

- from Familiarity AU, Damirae Week 2020 Soulmates.

Happy Cannon Anniversary!

I'm also thinking of reviving this timeline for the coming Damirae week, but we shall see if I really push through.

[romanceclub-confessionss]

Confession:

"the fact that RC gave Jack another book after the Elite Tag flop is quite questionable."

[chipsy]

"This is my confession. As dark as I am, I will always find enough light to adore you to pieces, with all of my pieces."

— Johnny Nguyen

[dark-side-blog3]

I need to form a codependent relationship right now or I’m going to die

I just want someone to obsess over and who’ll be equally possessive of me. I want to change my hobbies, my style, my accent, and even lie about my childhood to bond with someone, who orchestrates financial crisis and health problems to happen to me so they can be my sole source of comfort, as everyone else I talk to slowly pulls away.

I want to bug their phone and check their messages to ascertain their desires so I can be a good, caring partner who anticipates their every whim and gives them everything they could ever desire, at the low cost of needing their constant attention and admiration. I need them to feel empty without me.

I want them to fuck with my paranoia and anxiety until I’m afraid to leave the house without them.

I want us to be so toxic we literally destroy the other persons ability to function in society, AND be so obsessed with each other that we can’t be bothered to care about the manipulation and poisoning we know the other is doing so long as neither of us is cheating.

[doraminatook]

"Grand Theft Angel" is done. And it's my longest fic to date.

As someone who never thought they'd write multi-chapter fics, this is a milestone for me. Now onto "Ghosts of Wakanda".

[cosmophoriia]

"i made it so obvious" : angry love confessions. 𝜗𝜚

ღ request from: @inlovewithpandora. Prompt request for angry love confession where character b is oblivious and doesn’t realize that character a has a crush on them and character a gets fed up with character b acting clueless so while character b is talking to them about their love life character a blurts out their feelings

"how can you not know, i made it so obvious!" "clearly, you didn't make it that clear!"

“i’ve had feelings for you for so long.”

“it’s a bit frustrating to how oblivious you are.”

“how did you not notice, i always flirted with you.”

“you deserve someone who would treat you right.” “who might that be?” “… how about me?”

“i’m right in front of you.”

character b going on and on about how they never find someone and character a is just looking at them ready to snap.

“you just got to be fucking kidding me, right?”

“are you messing with me?” “no, why would you think that?” “because i gave you all the signs to me liking you and you haven’t notice one bit.”

“why are you so clueless?”

“did you ever stop and think that maybe just maybe the person you’re looking for is me?”

character a choosing to ignore character b for a while after b goes out on a tinder date and b is so confused on why a been avoiding them.

^ “did i do something wrong?”

“what do i have to do or say for you to notice that i’m in love with you?”

“everyone knew but you!”

character a having to hear character b talk about the sweet gifts that character c claimed they sent reader.

^ "they didn't send you those gifts, i did!"

"wait... you're in love with me?"

"why do you care!" "because i’m in love with you!"

"you claim to know everything about me but you never noticed that i’ve feelings for you, not even once?”

[eddiestightywhities]

also on ao3 HERE

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“So, I overheard this guy in the line at the coffee shop this morning talking about name meanings—”

“Of course you did,” Eddie interjects, not unkindly.

Buck turned up with beers about a half hour ago, and has had his head in his phone for the last, what, twenty minutes? Something like that.

This is the first thing he's said since Eddie let him in and he sat his ass down on the couch in silence, looking like he needed Eddie to just allow him to.

Eddie did.

“—and I thought I'd look up ours.”

He's chewing on his bottom lip like it tastes good.

Eddie surprises himself by wondering if it does.

“I'm guessing you already know what Christopher means.”

Thinking back to when Shannon asked if he liked the name, Eddie smiles.

“Means 'Bearer of Christ', or something, right? We chose it because was Shannon's grandfather's name, though. He was Greek, and she adored him.”

Searching fingers instinctively find his pendant. It's positioned to the left, sitting right over his heart.

He misses his son like he'd miss a lung.

Buck looks up at him and smiles back, and Eddie feels glad the release he'd found dancing 'round his living room earlier isn't going to suddenly disappear down the bathroom sinkhole, along with his moustache.

“So, tell me, what does Edmundo mean, oh scholarly one?”

Buck's eyebrows try to meet his hairline.

“You don't know?”

Eddie tips his head back against the couch and scrunches his mouth up into nose.

“I have sisters, man, of course I know what it means. But that doesn't mean I don't want you to tell me.”

Buck seems somewhat happy with that.

“Well, it's a derivative of the Old English name Edmund, which is a combination of the words ēad and mund. The first part means prosperity, or riches, which is a bit of a bust, sorry man,” and he tries for a grin. It almost hits.

“But the the mund part means protector—which is pretty spot on, I reckon.”

Buck's eyelashes are kind of blonde, and kind of pretty. Eddie's thought it before, but there's just something about them in this light, in Eddie's house, on Eddie's couch.

“It's actually a real pretty name, Edmundo. Don't know if I've ever told you I think that.”

“Don't think I've ever told you your eyelashes are kind of pretty, so that makes us even, I guess.”

Eddie smiles at Buck, big and genuine, and somehow it's so easy.

Buck smiles back. Looks a little confused, or pleased, or both. Eddie's not sure, but either is okay with him.

“Um, thanks?”

Eddie bites his tongue between his teeth in a poor effort to stop his grin turning positively goofy.

Buck takes it for what it is, and bats his eyelashes at Eddie, silly, and laughs.

His whole demeanor then changes as he finally settles properly into the couch and gifts his lungs with what might be the first proper breath he's taken since he arrived.

“Anyway, Evan is the worst of the three. It means yew, like the tree? Which is—it symbolises, like, spirituality, and rebirth and shit like that. 'S not really, uh, me, you know?”

“You mean like Evan isn't really you?”

Buck bites at his red, red lip again.

Eddie decides it'd taste like cherry Chupa Chups.

“Yeah. But it's—my name.”

“Except it isn't though, it's it?” Eddie reminds him. “You're name is Buck, Buck. You decided that.”

“I don't know why he always insisted on calling me Evan. Or why I just—let him. It was kind of weird.”

Tommy.

"Called? Past tense?” Eddie flips his tongue in his mouth. Breathes a little more deliberately.

Buck looks at his phone again before he's slowly placing it down on the couch between them.

His fingers are touching the outside of Eddie's thigh, and Eddie's suddenly acutely aware that he still isn't wearing any pants.

Buck leaves his hand where it is.

“He, uh, he dumped me. Because I—”

Buck sucks in oxygen, a lot of it, and holds it in his lungs before puffing out his cheeks as he makes a show of blowing it back out again.

“I asked him to move in with me.”

Eddie was not expecting either of those statements.

"Ouch.”

Buck's fingers twitch against Eddie's skin, and Eddie feels it travel right down his leg and into his toes, which curl involuntarily into the carpet.

“You wanna talk about it?” he offers, kind of knowing Buck doesn't. He will when he's ready.

“Not really.”

Eddie licks at his lips. They taste like beer, and a little like confidence.

“How about Buck?”

Buck looks at him, perplexed.

Eddie's leg is starting to cramp a bit.

He doesn't move it.

“A Buck is another name for a stag, right?” he continues. “And the stag symbolises strength and purity—

“Don't forget fertility” Buck is looking at Eddie, and it feels like something.

Eddie snorts. “'Course, don't wanna forget fertility.”

Buck smiles the first proper Buck smile of the evening, and Eddie's feels it in his chest.

“Hey, hang on, how come you know so much about stags, Edmundo?”

“You did that project with Chris about the forest.”

Buck blinks at him.

“Dude that was, like, years ago. And, as you said, I was the one learning all about the woodland creatures and different types berries and toadstools, so how do you—”

“Because you told me,” Eddie shrugs a shoulder.

Buck blinks some more.

“And you—remembered that?” he asks.

In this moment, Eddie couldn't blink, nor look away from Buck, even if somebody were to pay him.

“I remember everything you tell me.”

It's weird but it's like the air itself is crackling as they sit here, just staring at each other.

They look at each other for what feels like a long time. Or maybe it's just a single heartbeat, Eddie can't really be sure.

He watches as Buck swallows, his Adam's apple a calling card.

Eddie isn't entirely sure of why he thinks of that.

Until he is.

When Buck moves his hand, it's to slide it fully onto Eddie's thigh to just sit there, right at home.

Eddie's suddenly blinking so much he's a little worried he might be stroking.

He doesn't mean to say, “Can you smell toast?” but finds himself saying it anyway.

Buck smile is both crooked and adorable.

“You worried you're having a stroke, old man?”

“We'd have been at the same school at the same time, Buck. I'm not that much older than you.”

“You are old and I am young and everyone and the universe knows this,” Buck claims, cocky and sure of himself once more.

Eddie licks at his lips again.

“I, uh, I think I finally believe you.”

Buck now mirrors him, licking his own lips.

Cherry Chupa Chups.

“You mean about the universe?” he's asking, like he doesn't almost always knew what Eddie means.

“Yeah,” Eddie breathes.

Buck waits.

Just as Eddie is thinking he really should go put some on some sweats or something, Buck must get impatient because he replies, “I think it always wanted you to believe.”

Eddie doesn't have a clue what time it is, or whether he had dinner or not, or how he got so damn lucky.

“I'm gonna choose to believe, because you believe—and I believe in you, Buck” he says, somehow both sure and unsure of absolutely everything that is to come.

At long last, he finds he is totally okay with that.

“Anyways, I can hear it now,” he tells Buck, “and I'm listening.”

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unedited; pls be kind!

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edited version now found HERE on ao3 if you'd like to pop across and leave me a comment xp