#you’re such a talented writer

[mysterystarz]

@salsakiyoomi

sukuna ryomen is somewhat of an infamous bachelor.

it’s not surprising to see him with a new beau every few months, if not weeks — almost trope-like in their frequency, his image bouncing between playboy and manwhore. he doesn’t take it personally, and he makes sure to let people know: he’s young and sexy and he has two oscars, for fuck’s sake, so he thinks the world can cut him some slack when he wants to mess around. and mess around he does.

between obvious paparazzi shots of panties tucked badly into his back pocket, and instagram posts with fellow actors and models pressed tightly against his chest, most are divided between thinking it’s either damn good pr, or a simple man living a life most would wish for. regardless, nobody is surprised when sukuna arrives alone at the mugler show for paris fashion week, and leaves with someone on his arm.

the only thing that came as a bolt from the blue was that it was you hanging from him.

the photos are undeniable, a story in parts; sukuna finding his seat in the front row, you on one side and kendall jenner on his other. his eyes drifting from the models to your face, as if taking a clandestine peek. you, meeting his underhanded gaze with a smile as sweet as spun sugar — and, gasp, sukuna returning it. the display is so out of character for him it feels almost voyeuristic to see it plastered all over twitter.

you, with your vintage, girl-next-door-esque image, big hair and big eyes and demure, calf-length hems, a voice that evokes the memory of helen forrest or ella fitzgerald. him, with his smudged eyeliner and tattoos and all-black attire, persistently typecasted as the panty-dropping bad-boy or devil-smiled brute. it shouldn’t work. for all intents and purposes, he should be spotted with a new supermodel the next week, leaving you in the dust of his philandering. most expect it, wait for the other boot to drop — expect an album of heartbreak from you, but—

a month passes. and another, and another. and suddenly sukuna ryomen, notorious rake, is photographed backstage at your shows. suddenly there’s an anklet hanging from your ankle, his initials in garnet. it’s early morning paparazzi pictures of you both in sweatpants and hoodies — yours, suspiciously oversized — one of his hands engulfing yours, the other holding a bag of takeout from a local breakfast spot, a lit cigarette in his mouth. hickies on your neck and a shit-eating grin on sukuna’s face. candid snaps taken at intimately sized parties, with his chin hooked over your shoulder and his large hands cupping your stomach. tiktoks of you both on the red carpet in the background of somebody else’s interview, sukuna leaning in close to brush an eyelash from your cheek.

neither of you confirm anything, but then — you don’t need to, do you?

[inklore]

i love people who write for underrated characters and fandoms. i love people who barely get 100 notes and keep posting. keep writing. keep doing what they love and not letting lack of interaction completely hinder their enjoyment on here. you’re strong. you’re valid. you’re literally the backbone of the writing community on here!!!!

[reinanova]

idk if y’all are aware of this (bcuz i wasn’t until recently) but there was a professional thief consultant for leverage named apollo and i found out today that apollo played himself the thief in the two live crew job??! i’m losing my mind over this, that just made me so happy to learn!!!

[ssreeder]

So, I know you probably get these comments/asks all the time but LIAB really is a masterful work of art! Fanfic or otherwise I don't think I've ever read a story (especially not one this long) that's kept me invested in each and every character through every twist and turn! I mean really even if I don't necessarily agree or like them I can sympathize with where everyone is coming from and it's just all so in character and flows so naturally & I know that can't be easy to do I could ramble on and on about this but wow thank you for sharing your writing! I look forward to every update it makes my day!

Even if I got comments like this every single day (which I don’t) it wouldn’t make receiving them any less special! i really strive to write characters that were unlikable but understandable, so I’m glad you appreciated the effort I put in! I enjoy writing the story so much even if the characters make it infuriating sometimes haha! (Looking at you zuko & iroh)

thanks for this kind ask I am hugging you so tightly SQUEEZING YOU EVEN AHHHH!! <333

[infinite-orangepeel]

if there’s one thing i’ve learned since i first started writing and posting fics it’s this:

don’t rush it. seriously, DON’T. there’s no need !! and your work will turn out ten times better if you give it some space to breathe. don’t be afraid to sit on your ideas for a while, let them ruminate and develop in your brain like you’re marinating a slab of tofu (i’m vegetarian so that works for me but if you’re not then pick your meat of choice). it’s so easy to get caught up in the idea of a self-imposed deadline or to feel like you have to constantly be posting new chapters/stories to prove yourself. all false !! let your scenes adapt and change as needed. read them, re-read them, get to know your characters and their motives/wants/dreams/fears. when i first started writing, i’d try to update my fics as fast as possible because i thought people would stop caring/forget about my story if i didn’t. turns out that’s not quite how it works. i update my current wip once every two-three weeks instead or every few days (as i was before) and guess what ? the interest, support, and love from my readers hasn’t disappeared into thin air. in fact it’s increased and better yet—i feel genuine pride in the work I’m producing. anyways i don’t know if anyone else needs to hear this, but it’s been a really important lesson for me as a writer so i thought i’d share <3

[lesbiancolumbo]

i really don’t know what it is about greta or why she specifically has become like the film circle punching bag but lol god forbid women do anything

[drunkonimagination]

do you have any favourite thomastair fics? id prefer ones that fit w the book canon, but anything is ok!

hii anon! first off, forgive the delay but studying is taking me more time than expected and lately being active on here has become more challenging than i thought 🫠 anyway! yep, absolutely! i’m gonna recommend you my all-time favourites and they’re all canon compliant! (despite the first one follows the events of the first two books only):

- don’t say you love me by @all-this-panic-still-no-disco

- breathe by @vwritesaus

- what's in a kiss? (by any other touch would feel just as sweet) by @vwritesaus

and i commented properly on each fic (and recommended others as well) on my insta highlights if you’re interested! here have the link!

p.s. i must admit that i’ve missed a lot of post-chot fics and i have some on my to-read list (which will be absolutely acknowledged once time and energy allow me to), so keep your eyes peeled for future recommendations! ✨

[gremlin-pattie]

hiiii!!! just wanted you to know, i saw your post about housewife denise and it absolutely gripped me. your brain is HUGE. anyway i wrote somethin small about it and i hope i did your idea justice <333 xoxoxoxo alex :)

i think i’m in love with you <3

everyone click that link and read alex’s fic NOW!!it’s about genderbent macdennis and it’s beautiful

[leonsliga]

Thank you for leaving such nice tags on my work, it really means a lot! I screenshotted them and put them in my happy folder 🩷

Aww…you’re very welcome! But really, I think I should be the one thanking you for that masterpiece of a fic 💜

[loderlied]

me before bg3/the gortash incident: i’m not a writer haha just occasionally put out some snippets that would take way too long to draw

me now: hharfgahaggghh hitting the keyboard like a mad ape in hyperfixation madness i pass out and then boom 60k words what the hell

[mossytrashcan]

I hate seeing artists get sad because they think AI art is better than their’s!!! AI art is objectively hollow and devoid of all meaning!!!

We can draw black people correctly!!! AI artists can’t!! We can portray complex feelings and emotions!!! AI artists can’t!! We can get that rush of positive emotions after we master a new skill or correctly apply a hard technique to our pieces!! AI artists can’t!!

We can add texture and motion!! We can immortalize unique moments of time!! We can work for years and years developing the nuances of our style until it’s as unique as our fingerprints!!

Idk I’m just kind of losing it over how all my art friends are feeling inferior right now, because they’re objectively not. We’re so cool guys, we’re a fucking testament to the beauty of humanity, and capitalism will never ever change that

(Also yes I just drank a very strong cup of coffee. Caffeine brings out my inner poet lol)

[arithmonym]

lol i'm so sorry, i have been spiraling rereading gtn for an unrelated project and as a result you've been getting the run away camilla angst my brain supplies as i fight a losing battle with my dysfunctional sleep schedule

haha, no worries!!! i LOVE camilla angst. :-)

[tojiscrack]

i love how your redesigning your blog to make it look prettier but your stories are completely different . idk if i’m making sense here but your stories are written so that they make us laugh and stuff but its completely different to the way your blog is designed?? i feel like i’m not making sense i’m sorry (⊙.⊙(◉̃_᷅◉᷅)⊙.⊙)

i didn’t get it at first, but when i went to look at my blog and then analysed what you meant by my stories being different, i understood immediately 😭

ikkk, i mean, i kinda wanted it to have that effect. like you click on my profile and find this pretty aesthetic, you search through my masterlist and find a piece of my writing you might be interested in, only to find that while the story has plot, it’s also complete crack 😧

if you couldn’t tell already, i really enjoy comedic plot 😮‍💨

[thefreakandthehair]

happy first official day of lex’s winter spicy six fic challenge! I’ll be posting fics throughout the day as they’re posted and updating them into a masterlist here on tumblr at some point.

I have read three already, it’s snowing, and I am going to crumble to ASH by the end of this in the best possible way. hope everyone enjoys reading these wonderful works over the next couple of weeks as much as I already am! 💕

[not-so-secret-wonderland]

*old timey ancouner voice*

Hear ye, Hear ye!

The Apprentice (ur local fanfic author) has been sent to war (is struggling with writer’s block)!

From the battlefield (home), they report a vast and fathomless foe (current wip) that eludes our forces (too many possibilities)!

But thou shan’t loose hope easily, yes? They will return with good tidings! And we shall celebrate their victory together!!!

(basically, sorry folks, but uhhhh no chapter this week ❤️💔❤️)

[whatever-lmaoo]

#“you’re still that summer rose that claimed the young heart of the crown prince of SAMCRO” that’s actually so cute🥹

#“The way the light in him had died when you left town.” I’m sorry jaxie pooh😕

#“Where you had first fallen in love lost in the rosy throes of youth.” Excuse me🙉 too good🤌🏾

#“Some part of you had tasted every tear he shed and felt the rhythm of his breathing. The deepest part of you had always known no matter how far you had flown from Charming. Living only for the memory of what you left behind when you had run away from here that haunted morning.” What’s your secret??? bc I just started and your writing already has my heart🙉🥹🌸

#“Climb the stairs and every rise feels like a mile. Coming home is fucking hard. Your home has always been his heart, even more so in all the years you spent apart. “ with the utmost affection, JAIL TIME🙉 I feel like it should be illegal to come up with so many amazing lines and comparisons 😭💗

#“Spun of sun-gold, from his hair down to his soul.” If you’ve been here long enough, you already know why this is here🥹✨

#“The break of heaven in those baby blues, each time he looked at you.” GIRL😮 I’m ashamed to have not come across your fics sooner🙇🏾‍♀️❤️‍🔥

#“Read the truth all across his face. Changed in a thousand ways... but this is just the same.” Born to be a poet I swear🙉

#“He doesn’t need to; in the hollow of his heart your name is carved into the walls. Into the dark the only thing he ever calls.” I swear more than half of this reblog is just gonna be me being astonished at how amazing your writing is🤩(that probably didn’t make sense but you get my point🥹)

#“Eleven years since love was made upon this roof, first whispered in the bloom of youth. The silence still carries the same unchanging truth.  I love you.” Omg stop😭 this is gonna be so redundant but I have no thoughts because it’s just so good😭🌸

#“Here today. Nothing to say. His ring-clad fingers on your cheek. The love he doesn’t need to speak. The love so strong it makes you weak. Sooner see all the fire burn out of the Redwood sun above you, than see this love run its course. He kisses you with fragile force.” OMG I KNEW IT!!! LITERAL POET!!!!

#“He tastes of everything he did before. He tastes of so much fucking more.” My heart actually can’t handle this🥹🤧

#“And broken everything I’ve touched since you’ve been gone.” Don’t make me cry😭

Wait because i can’t just copy and paste this whole fic😭(I totally would tho🙌🏾🙌🏾🙌🏾) so let’s talk about🥂 I don’t think I’ve ever read anything like this before🙉 the way you mix descriptive writing with poetry is something i didn’t know I needed🙉 if this were a book i promise almost every line would be highlighted!!! I love the passion and hurt that Jax put into their intimate moment and how so much was said through their bodies and overall connection that still exists between them even with the 11 years of no contact🥹🥺💖 literary genius I swear!!!!

Kutte to Black

A/N: So here’s an angsty fluffy smutty fic about you being the love of Jax Teller’s life (reimagined in the place of Tara) – you two were high school sweethearts and reunite years later. This fic is a sequel to Kutte and Gown but can also be read as a standalone! ✨

Pairing: Jax Teller x F!Reader Warnings: smut, swearing, angsty angst

Word Count: ~2.3k

The Sons of Anarchy just froze.

They look as though they’ve seen a ghost. You haven’t set foot in this room, or in this godforsaken town you once called home, since you ran off eleven years ago. Haven’t returned since that door closed. By now you thought they all forgot—but clearly not—you’re still that summer rose that claimed the young heart of the crown prince of SAMCRO. No love since yours ever came close. And everybody knows.

You don’t, though.

You don’t know shit. How much damage the lost hope of your love went off and did. The way the light in him had died when you left town.

“H-hey, is Jax around?”

You can just barely bring yourself to ask the club. They’re all shook up. Their badass biker hearts have stopped. So you of course assume the worst; reckon your presence here is unwelcome and cursed. One of them gestures toward the rooftop.

God. The roof. Where you had first fallen in love lost in the rosy throes of youth. Of course that’s where he is right now. Some part of you had known somehow.

Some part of you knows everything. Some part of you had tasted every tear he shed and felt the rhythm of his breathing. The deepest part of you had always known no matter how far you had flown from Charming. Living only for the memory of what you left behind when you had run away from here that haunted morning.

Thank the Sons with a stunted smile. Climb the stairs and every rise feels like a mile. Coming home is fucking hard. Your home has always been his heart, even more so in all the years you spent apart. Tried to deny it for a while. Truth cuts deeper in denial.

You remember him the way he was back then. Remember every inch of Jackson. Spun of sun-gold, from his hair down to his soul. The smell of worn leather and smoke, that made you feel at home and whole. The truth in every word he spoke. The inky black of his tattoos. The break of heaven in those baby blues, each time he looked at you.

You wonder how much he has changed in all this time. How deep he’s fallen in this life of sin and crime. Can’t help but feel that on some level you’re to blame.

Wonder until you reach the roof and meet his gaze. Read the truth all across his face. Changed in a thousand ways… but this is just the same.

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