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I can’t let motherfuckers know I got desires or they’ll think I suck

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ur such a sick perverted freak omg do tht again pls

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me writing: i am a god and reality bends to my whims

me proofreading: im too stupid to be alive

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If a scene feels flat and you can't figure it out, ask yourself:

• What can MC smell? Is there an ocean breeze, sweat, a cinnamon roll fresh out the oven?

• What can MC hear, besides the dialogue? Is a bird singing, river flowing, a car speeding, clock ticking?

• Can they taste something, even if they're not eating? Previously drunk alcohol or juice, aftertaste of a cigarette, smog, too instense perfume?

• Can they feel something on their skin? Rough clothes or delicate material, blowing wind, an allergy or a rash, grass that theyre laying on?

• What does the character see, besides other characters? Is the room dark or is sunlight coming in nicely? Are the colours vibrant or dull? Are there any plants?

• What's the weather? Is it snowing and the cold is making goosebumps appear on their arms? Is it hot and sweaty and clothes are clinging to their body?

• HOW DOES IT MAKE THEM FEEL? To any of the above.

Do they like the smell of cinnamon rolls or are they weirdos (I'm a weirdo, I don't fit in).

Does the clock ticking calm them down or annoy them?

Do they enjoy the aftertaste of a cig and like how dirty it makes them feel?

Are they sensitive to touch and how their clothing feels on their skin or are they indifferent?

Would they enjoy the scenery more if it was more sunny out, because they're afraid of the darkness?

Do they like it snowy or are they always cold and hate winter?

Come on, give them persoanlity, likes and dislikes, don't be scared to make them people and not only likeable characters.

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like a heathen clung to the homily

cowboy remus x vampire sirius

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[ Nightwear ]

They're not very happy about being woken up so early

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after spitballing a half-dozen anti-trope crack fics that turned into actual serious fic ideas i have the desperate insatiable urge to pull together a tropes and anti-tropes fest

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idk if ive ever mentioned this but -oh gosh here it goes- i love remus lupin

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It’s fine because I’m actually using a secret technique called writing it in my head and nowhere else.

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it’s my jegulus anniversary so I figured I’d drop the into to my jegulus epic that will never see the light of day

I love these soulmates so much it hurts, hope you enjoy this little piece of supernova ☀️💫

#girlie it WILL see the light of day #because when i come to your house i'm going to login and post it for you

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(A new chapter of Of Cats, Flowers, and Soulmates is up :) )

Mortified, Regulus drops his gaze to examine the loaned mug. It’s pale blue, with a rainbow handle and a picture of a unicorn. There’s a sign below the rim that says, ‘Believe in yourself.’ Regulus’ lips involuntarily tick up when he notices. How cute. Something scratches at the back of his brain—something related to unicorns. He joked about them recently, but before he can identify the memory, it dissolves, slipping through his fingers. To refocus, he takes a sip of coffee and revels in the warmth spreading through his body.

“Yes, my brother mentioned them,” he says once he trusts himself to speak again. “Never said anything about a James, and believe me, if Sirius had met you, you would’ve come up in a conversation.” 

Sweet stars and everything holy. Did he actually say that? He might as well write ‘Hi, I’m gay and incredibly attracted to you’ on his forehead. Thankfully, James is either used to people hitting on him, oblivious, uninterested, or too nice to tease him about his complete lack of game. Probably all four combined. 

“They took me on board when the workload got too much for them,” he says, taking a deep swallow of his drink. “So, you and your brother are both named after stars. Your parents sure are ambitious.”

A chuckle escapes Regulus. “You have no idea. But trust me, we’re both awful disappointments and not the credit to our names or the family legacy they expected. That’s a long and sordid history and more of a third-date kind of talk—not that this is a date. Um. Sorry. I’m a bit nervous, so my filter went offline for the night.” 

“That’s alright, Regulus.” James seems to relish curling his tongue around every single consonant in his name in a manner that causes goosebumps to erupt all over Regulus’ body. The way he rolls the ‘R’ should be handled with a warning label.

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I mean let’s be real we are all Regulus rn

#hehehehe #yes #jegulus

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MORE………………….

sorry all i'm not going to be able to be normal about this.

#ahhhhhhhhh

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sorry all i'm not going to be able to be normal about this.

#ttpd #expect about half a million fics inspired by this fyi #taylor swift

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Because i refuse to let the cowboy trend die

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Fanfic writers are like crows. If you give them treats (comments) they will bring you shiny things (fanfic)