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topsyturvy-turtely · 5 months

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looking for a beta-reader!

hello my lovely turtles!🐢

i am currently writing on my WIP Missing. it is a case-fic and kinda needs a lot of brain work. it also includes some medical stuff and tbh i know everything purely from my google research sittings....

sooo i guess if i would have a beta-reader i would feel much more confident in this fic. it feels giant to the tiny turtle i am and if i could have someone looking over it and approve of/improve it with me, that would mean a lot. i would prefer someone who is a native-speaker or has a lot of experience in the UK but i'm really not that picky. can you help me?

would you like to be my beta-reader? -> please DM me or tell me in the replies etc. <3

you don't think you could/want to be a beta-reader for me? -> please reblog to help me find one!

you are not sure yet? -> i am very open for a little chat with no commitment whatsoever, just DM me or reply to this post :)

thank you so much!

love,

turtely 🐢 (tagging my people under the cut!)

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#turtely #help turtely find a beta #please :)#love you all #thanks for reblogging!#*throws badly cut out paper hearts at you*#hope you have a wonderful day #<3

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andvenuscried · 1 month

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nerdy!anakin skywalker who’s secretly a freak

requested by poll!

description box; the nerd with the glasses that tutors you turns out to be not so innocent after all. and he looks even more delicious without his glasses.

warning; heavy nsfw warning, mentions of cheating and an affair, porn with a bit of plot, anakin is a total pervert and freakyyyy, smut under the cut!, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!

ANAKIN SKYWALKER IS A nerd, and it’s by default that he doesn’t associate with ‘your kind’.

the popular kind, the pretty kind.

the ones that run around with the football players, the kind of people that have this certain aura that just makes everyone look at them the second they walk into the room.

most of the popular people at your school were known to be arrogant douchebags, unintelligent jerks and vain bitches who thought they were above everyone else. but not you, though.

you were different. you were popular, really uniquely and breathtakingly beautiful, but your heart and soul were just as pretty as you. you also had a jerk of a boyfriend, and you really sucked at mathematics and physics. but luckily for you, your desk mate anakin skywalker, who also happens to sit next to you in physics classes, knows that. and also happens to be a very valued tutor.

“another D?”

anakin’s gaze is deplorable, his lips are pressed together in a pitiful way.

“yeah,” you wince as you examine the big, red D on your paper, “can’t say i didn’t expect it though. i thought the questions were really easy—maybe that should’ve given it away.”

anakin is hesitant, he doesn’t want to upset you—he knows you’ve been called stupid and dumb plenty of times by teachers, but really, he knows you’re not. really, you excel at subjects like history, english or music, you just… need a little tutoring. but he also knows you’re too prideful for that. you’ve never been bad enough at a subject to need tutoring, but you’ve been consistently getting D’s the whole year and there’s nothing anakin can do.

he would’ve let you copy his answers, but the teachers never look away during exams. he wouldn’t have done for just anyone—he would’ve only done it for you.

you’re the kindest person he’s ever met. you probably don’t remember but about four years ago, maybe a little more, he was getting bullied really bad. and not just by anyone, a guy named dylan. he was your boyfriend at the time. and still is. fucking asshole. anakin hated him passionately.

but you’d broken up with him after you’d caught him throwing punches into anakin’s stomach. you had yelled at him, even slapped him, you had taken anakin by the hand and went to the school nurse with him. and you were so kind to him. so sweet. so nice.

honestly, it shouldn’t have come as a surprise when he developed a huge crush on you. but he never confessed, he knew you were out of his league, and not his. especially after your (shitty asshole! anakin would treat you so much better) boyfriend dylan had apologised to him and you in a heartbreaking manner through a big gesture, and you had forgiven him.

ever since, dylan and anakin still give each other dirty glances and nasty glares, but he never laid hand on him again.

anakin would like to describe you and him as friends. you talked to each other in every class you had together, especially physics, because you sat next to each other, and you always greeted each other in the hallways.

but you guys have never hung out together and you’ve never been to his place, or he to yours.

“listen, maybe you… maybe i can study with you.” anakin muttered gently, carefully studying your face expressions as he made his suggestion.

your eyebrows formed into a frown, “you think that’ll help?”

anakin nodded, relieved you weren’t taking this as badly as he’d thought you would, “yeah, sure. i’m a tutor, you know? i can explain stuff pretty well.”

“oh, i wouldn’t want to impose—” you’re quick to deny, you hate bothering people.

fuck, you’re the sweetest person there is. truly an angel sent down from heaven. anakin made up his mind, right there. he would do anything to make you his.

“no, you’re not imposing. i want to. i want to do this for you.” he smiled, but seeing your hesitant face, he added, “besides, we’re friends. isn’t that what friends do for each other?”

a small smile tugged at your lips. “really? you… you’d do that for me? but i really don’t want to be a bother! you’re so smart and clever, you probably have so many tutees and you’re probably so busy—”

anakin would be replaying those words in his mind tonight. non-stop.

“listen, i really don’t mind. it’ll be like us hanging out. ‘kay? you don’t need to worry about it, i’m happy to be at your service.”

you hesitated for a second. and then you smiled, and anakin knew he’d won. “OK, then. it’ll be like a hangout.”

“it’s settled then,” he smirked at you, “my place? tomorrow afternoon?”

you laugh.

“your place, tomorrow afternoon.”

YOU HAD ABSOLUTELY NO idea how you ended up like this. in his bed. in this position. moaning and whimpering his name.

you were on all fours, legs trembling and quivering, your arms weak and the only thing that was holding you up was anakin’s toned arm, hooked under your waist, holding you up firmly as he thrusted into you.

you had never noticed it before, but his arm… looked so… delicious when it was flexed.

“that feel good, darling?” the smirk in his voice is all too evident, he got off on the way you were so fucking responsive to his every touch.

his hands went from caressing your thighs and kneading your ass to playing with your nipples and tugging back your hair.

“haven’t even begun properly fucking you and you’re already so soaked. does your boyfriend not fuck you, darling?”

your mind is nothing but chaos, and your stomach all fuzzy, and the only thing you can do is whine around his cock, writhing underneath him. you nod, you just nod because your boyfriend’s cock doesn’t kiss your cervix like this, your boyfriend’s cock doesn’t fit into your womb so fucking well, because your boyfriend doesn’t make you feel so, so, so good.

“n-need you to go faster…”

he kisses his teeth with his one, making a quiet ‘tsk’ sound. “that’s not very polite, demanding others like that. what’s happened to your manners, angel?”

he’s fucking you agonisingly and painfully slowly from behind, the question papers he brought and physics notes he made for you, just for you, carelessly scattered in front of you. your hands are gripping them as you moan.

“f-fuck, ani—please just… won’t fuck me faster? can’t… can’t, ‘m not—hah—”

“all right, all right, doll,” he replies to you sweetly, bending over next to your ear, still thrusting into so painfully slowly, “only if you admit that you love me more than your boyfriend.”

your eyes widen. “b-but—”

“ah-ah. no buts. say it or i won’t let you cum.”

you loved your boyfriend. you did! but anakin just made you feel so, so good…

“love you more than my boyfriend,” you moan quietly, closing your eyes in shame.

“‘m sorry, what? i didn’t catch that.” he grinned teasingly.

“ani,” you whine, “don’t be like that.”

he laughs. “all right, all right. cum for me, doll.”

author’s note;

i have never written smut like this before. please have mercy on me 😭😭

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babyflorencee · 4 months

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P.s I love you

Peter Parker x fem!Reader

It was around midnight and I was sitting down at my desk, trying to complete my English paper that's due in the morning. I was finishing up the 3rd paragraph when I heard the sound of light tapping noises on my window. Knowing it was most likely my boyfriend Peter, I got up and walked over to the window, opening it for him.

When I pulled back the drapes, a light gasp escaped my mouth at the sight that was in-front of me. Peter was in his spiderman suit, which was littered with rips and stains. He had a black eye, a busted lip, and his entire body was stained with what I believe, and in the back of my mind, what I hoped, was his own blood.

I quickly unlocked the window, helping him in. "What the hell happened to you?" I whisper shouted.

He lifted his right leg over, stumbling into my room. I quickly grabbed onto his arm, trying to help him stabilize. I dragged him over to my bed, kneeling down in front of his legs, to examine his current state.

He had his head down, trying to not make eye contact with me. I let out a huff of annoyance as I got up from my kneeling position, "Wait here," I said, leaving my room so I could get some supplies.

Once I came back, he was sitting down on my bed, with the top of his suit off, revealing his toned abs. I walked over towards him, crouching down, giving him my best disappointed look. "Look—" He started, but I cut him off.

"I don't want to hear it."

Was that a little harsh? Yes, yes, it was.

But in my defense, he promised me that he'd take a break from fighting today, since he was already badly injured from a fight he had lost a few days ago. It hasn't even been 4 hours and he has already broken his promise.

Once I finished cleaning the blood off his face and chest, I left the room once again to dump out the blood-soaked water and to wash my hands. "Y/n, please don't be mad at me," Peter said, giving me his puppy dog eyes.

I ignored him, walking over to my dresser, pulling out a pair of basketball shorts and an oversized t-shirt, which originally belong to Peter. I tossed it at him, sitting down at my desk so I could finish my essay.

A couple minutes go by and I hear him shuffling around. I assume, so he could change out of his suit. "Y/n—" He whined, hugging me from behind, and sticking his head into my neck.

"What?" I replied, harshly.

He spun my chair around so I was facing him. "I'm sorry," he said, taking my face into his hands and pressing a light kiss to my lips.

"Please forgive me?"

"Fine, but you better not show up at my window tomorrow all bloody," I said, pointing my index finger at him and giving him a jokingly stern look.

"yes ma'am," he laughed, pressing another kiss to my lips.

"Can we cuddle now?" He opened his arms wide, giving me a goofy smile.

I laughed at his expression. "I got to finish this." I said, showing him my computer.

"I'll do it for you if we can cuddle right now." He offered, raising an eyebrow.

"Fine," I gave in, knowing that if he did my assignment, I would most likely get a higher grade on the paper than I would if I did it.

I stood up from my chair to be immediately thrown over his shoulder. He walked over towards my bed, throwing me harshly on it before he got in as well, laying down on top of me and burying his head into the crook of my neck, his hair tickling me a little. "Good night Petey," I said.

He took his head out of my neck, giving me a disgusted look, making me laugh once again at his face expression. "Night," He mumbled, falling asleep on me.

*** The next morning, I woke up to be greeted by an empty bed. I groaned, sitting up as I looked at the clock. A small gasp escaped my lips when I realized that I was about to be late for school. I got up, sloppily putting on my outfit, before walking over towards my desk, praying that Peter hadn't forgotten to do the assignment. I scrolled down, feeling my heart flutter at what he had written. Not only did he finish my paper, but he also wrote a brief note at the bottom.

'Sorry, I had to leave. I didn't want to deal with Aunt May. Meet me under the bleacher at lunch. PS. I love you.'

#peter parker #peter parker imagine #andrew garfield x reader #andrew garfield #andrew garfield imagine #andrew garfield smut #the amazing spiderman #Peter parker smut #peter parker imagines #peter parker fanfic #peter parker fanfiction #perter parker x reader #peter parker one shot #andrew garfield spiderman #andrew garfield oneshot #andrew garfield fanfiction #andrew garfield fanfic

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pouringmyheartoutforpaper · 1 year

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stevie patching up your cuts and babying you as you cry because “stevie it hurts! don’t touch it!” and he just kisses you and tells you to be brave :(

crying and throwing up and dying rn at this sweet anon

you fell down on your way to family video and youre too embarrassed to tell him so you just dont mention it because luckily your dress covers it.

until you give this poor man a fucking heart attack when you come in with a blood stain on your dress

you didnt even notice you were bleeding until his face face dropped and he was walking towards you.

“what happened? are you hurt? whats going on?” and hes holding you up because hes not sure how badly youre injured.

“i fell down” ☹️

“its okay baby, lemme see.”

and hes practically carrying you into the back room and robin is like 😧 and now shes freaking the fuck out worse than steve.

and its literally just the top few layers of skin on your knee were damaged from your fall.

eventually steve has to tell robin to get out cause shes making him worry more

“lemme get this cleaned up baby.my poor girl, does it hurt?”

and at this point it doesnt hurt as bad but steve babying you is telling you that maybe it hurts just as much as it was before.

“mhm” you pout. making him melt.

he comes back with some rubbing alcohol and a paper towel

kneels down in front of you and is looking up at you

“its gonna hurt a little okay? but we have to clean it up.”

he tries to ignore your pout as he presses the towel to your knee, holding your hand in his, rubbing soothing circles into it.

“i know baby, i know, its okay”

“stevie it hurts” ☹️☹️

and hes leans up and gives you a kiss. soft and sweet.

“its okay, its almost done.”

he takes the towel away and dries it off. placing a bandage onto your knee and kissing it all better.

“see? that wasnt so hard huh?”

and youre just giggling because awweeee hes so cute

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve stranger things #stranger things #steve x reader #steve x you #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington fluff #dove and steve

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meraki24601 · 7 months

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Accidentally Triggered

Whumptober day 3! The quote: "Make it stop."

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Whumpee made a mistake.

They were trying to do some research on panic attacks for their book. Even though Whumpee had experienced many attacks before, they never really remembered them after they were over. How had they felt? What symptoms did they have? Caretaker, who was sitting with them in a secluded corner of their college’s student center, had answered some of their questions from an outsider’s view, but Caretaker had their own work to do. Whumpee wanted a thorough understanding of what they were trying to represent in their writing.

Research papers, first-hand stories, and even YouTube videos designed to imitate one person’s experience. Whumpee consumed them all with a hunger they didn’t know they had. Other people experienced the same things they do.

Their descriptions were vivid. Painful. One girl told of how her heart pounded in her chest, and Whumpee could feel their own pound with them. Their hands shook so badly that they could barely click to the next page of a boy’s description of tremors so bad he pulled a muscle. Each breath was forced as they watched a video of a person rasping, trying desperately to make it through a crowd of people before the black on the edges of the screen closed in. It was true that Whumpee forgot what panic attacks felt like, but their body didn’t.

A hand on Whumpee’s shoulder startled them so much that they almost fell out of their chair. Caretaker was kneeling beside them, “Whumpee? Can you hear me?”

Quiet. Caretaker’s voice was too quiet. They could hear, but they were so far away. The noise. Heartbeat pounding in their ears along with each grinding breath. A dull ringing that was getting sharper each second.

Caretaker didn’t try to speak again. Instead, they reached up to Whumpee. Reaching so slowly. Whumpee pulled back slightly, but ultimately didn’t have the strength to stop Caretaker from touching the sides of their head and pulling out their earbuds.

Their heart was still pounding, and their breathing was still ragged, but the ringing was gone, and everything was less intense. Whumpee’s head dropped into their hands, their laptop in their lap nearly falling between their knees. This was such a mistake. They had interrupted Caretaker’s studies and bothered them. How weak was it to have a panic attack just by reading about them? They couldn’t handle a few videos? Why can’t they breathe? They’re not listening to it anymore. Breathing should be easier now. Their heartbeat should be slowing down, not speeding up. Whumpee was going to throw up.

“Breathe, Whumpee. It’s alright. You’re okay.” Caretaker’s voice cut through the fog, “You triggered a panic attack. You’re safe. You’re in the student center.”

Whumpee knew they were in the student center. They could hear the voices all around them. Laughing, screaming, telling them to run. It wasn’t safe. Caretaker wasn’t safe. Their chest was on fire, and they tasted blood in their mouth. So loud. Too much.

So loud. Too much.

“Can I touch you, Whumpee?” Caretaker was still there. Caretaker would protect them.

“Make it stop. Please.” A tear carved a hot path down Whumpee’s cheek.

Whumpee was moving. An arm wrapped around their shoulders supported them when their legs couldn’t support their next step. Slowly, the world went quiet.

Caretaker threw two bags into a dark corner of a random building before they pulled Whumpee into their arms. Settling down on the floor against the wall, Caretaker pressed Whumpee’s head to their chest. Their heartbeat was grounding since the other noise of the student center was gone. Voice hushed and soothing, Caretaker whispered to Whumpee, taking deep, slow breaths.

Whumpee didn’t know how long they sat there with Caretaker’s arms wrapped tightly around them. They knew Caretaker’s methods wouldn’t have worked for everyone, but they did for them. As the memories of their attack faded with their panic, Whumpee was tempted to write it all down.

Before they could reach for their backpack and their laptop, Caretaker pulled them tighter against them. “Nope. It’s not worth it right now, Whumpee. You can ask me about it later. Just, please, don’t trigger yourself. I don’t want to see you in pain.”

Whumpee made a mistake. One that Caretaker wouldn’t let them make again.

#whumptober2023 #no.3 #make it stop #oc #writing #panic attack #panic attack tw #learning triggers #whumpee #caretaker #whump writing #whump

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multimilfs · 1 year

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Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader: Nothing Else

Summary: escapetodreamworld sent in... "I wasn't complete until i met you" Angie. Melissa. Lady D. Wanda. And maybe Colette and Eda clawthorne if you want

AO3

A/N: You gave me many options... and I nearly went with Alcina. The brainrot has been hitting lately. But I've been wanting to write a little more for Wanda. Thank you for all the options!!!

Happy Valentine's Day!!

Tag List: @multifandomfix @ghostsunderstoodmysoul @escapetodreamworld

Warning(s): None

Her familiar weight presses against your back. You take in the brief comfort her closeness offers, though you don’t dare allow your eyes to stray from the fray. In all of the meetings, in all the clipped comments and arguments, you never imagined a team would become so divided over a bunch of paper.

The Accords are more than that, you know, but now it’s left you all in a difficult position.

Against the advice of your friends, you couldn’t agree with the Accords, and you’d become a fugitive with Steve and the rest; as long as you were with Wanda, you didn’t mind it so much. It’s still not great though.

“I can feel your mind working.” Wanda’s voice cuts through it all, accent thick on her tongue, “Less thinking, more fighting.”

As if summoned, you’re both approached. Wanda fends off a strong attack from The Black Panther and you throw Spider-Man back with more force than you intend. It feels wrong to fight people you can’t see the faces of. You want to know who your enemy is.

“I am fighting.” You defend.

“Badly.”

Her head turns for a fraction of a second and you catch the smile on her lips. You shake your own head. Despite the fighting, you’re content being near Wanda; the Sokovian witch filling a spot in your heart you hadn’t known you were missing.

“I have to say,” You start, cut off when the two of you have to flee across the tarmac, an explosion nearly searing your skin, “this isn’t how I had planned to spend your first Valentine’s day.”

She chuckles, “And I thought you planned this for me.”

There’s a bitter note in her voice. You know how she feels about the situation; that it’s all her fault. It clouds her eyes and her smile, stealing away what little happiness she manages to hold tight to. You ache to chase it away.

You had planned something before The Avengers imploded. Something cozy and sweet at the compound, just you, Wanda, and her favorite things.

Wanda speaks again before you can, “But I don’t need anything special.”

“That doesn’t mean you don’t deserve it.”

Her green eyes look at you. It’s like they’re searching. You’re focused ahead, weaving the two of you in and out of obstacles, and you wonder if her eyes will go red as she tries to decipher why you care so deeply. You won’t mind the familiar weight of her magic in your mind. You have nothing to hide, least of all when it comes to how you care about her.

“I wasn’t complete until I met you,” Wanda says eventually. It’s like her accent has gotten thicker, but you recognize it as emotion, “I need nothing else but you.”

“Well, that’s good. That’s all we might have for a while.” You offer a shaky smile.

Her hand takes yours. You’re still moving through the fighting, but it feels a little easier together.

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff #marvel #marvel x reader #wanda maximoff imagine #mcu #marvel imagine #marvel cinematic universe #scarlet witch #wlw #wlw imagine #feb2023 #multimilfswritings

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sonofthemoon2 · 1 year

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based on this post from @titforatat, I imagined something like this:

"Mike had his eyes fixed on the paper in Will's hands. His painting.

His ears were ringing, barely registering the muffled sound of his own voice. Will had his painting, the precious gift he had made for Mike.

It didn't matter if the idea to give him a drawing hadn't come from him, if it had just been a commission, if he was only painting for Mike because his sister had asked him to.

That wasn't important to Mike's record, it only mattered that it was something Will had done, something he had worked diligently on. His art.

He had given his art to Mike.

"Will... Will, please give it back to me. " he pleaded, his voice sounding high and brittle, very different. Strange. Even to him. "It's my painting, Will... please."

Mike didn't understand what was going on. He didn't understand how they'd gone from talking about Mike and El's expected breakup to this. To him being a distraught mess and Will being angry.

Disappointed.

What had Mike done? How had he managed to disappoint Will again? Hurt him again? What was wrong with him?

He didn't know. He didn't understand.

He just wanted his painting back.

"Your painting? Yours?!" he bristled, waving the paper in the air. Will looked more than furious. Hurt, tired and disappointed. For Mike. "Do you know how long it took me to do this, for you? Only for you to throw it all away... everything I said, everything I did to get you together, in the trash Mike. My efforts...in the rubbish."

Mike flinched.

He didn't like being yelled at. He especially didn't like being yelled at by Will.

He felt so devastated. They weren't like this before, what had happened to them?

How did they get to this point?

Will started pacing back and forth, ranting on and on about how insensitive and ungrateful he had been.

How had he managed to break his friendship with Will like this? Had he damaged their bond so badly?

When had their bond gone from a safety line to a noose around both their necks?

This was wrong, it shouldn't be like this. It shouldn't feel like this.

But that was something Mike was familiar with. There were a lot of feelings he shouldn't have.

They were wrong. They were out of place.

They made him act bad. Really bad.

"W-Will, please? " he pleaded, reaching out to him. His tears burned in his tear ducts and the lump in his throat pressed harder and harder. He couldn't breathe, couldn't even speak properly. "Please, I-"

"Shut up, Mike. And forget it. " he cut him off, pulling away even further. For a brief second, he looked at Mike's face, but then he looked back at the painting. And he smashed it. He broke it into as many pieces as he could.

Mike felt his own heart break. As if Will had pulled the vital organ out of his own chest and crushed it.

"You don't deserve to have this. You don't deserve my art, my effort, or me."

Mike knew that. He knew it all too well.

He'd never deserved to have a friend like Will, so understanding and kind. Sweet enough to put up with Mike.

But he knew that someday his time would be up, and Will would realize he could do so much better.

Mike was replaceable, and any day he could say that. Any day.

Will stormed out of Mike's room, leaving the pieces of paper scattered on the floor. What had once been a beautiful painting was now just pieces.

What had been his friendship with Will, that irreplaceable relationship was now shattered, cracked and broken because of Mike. Because Mike didn't know how to feel properly, how to explain himself clearly.

Mike had ruined everything.

And now he had lost Will, again. Again.

He dropped to the floor, tears spilling down his cheeks without restraint. It didn't matter if he cried.

He pressed his trembling fingers against his mouth, drowning out as much of the disturbing noises as possible. He didn't want to get his mother's attention, how could he? He didn't want to force her to try to untangle his brain, didn't want her eyes hooded with disappointment.

He had to manage on his own. To fend for himself, after all, what would be different? All his life he had been taught that the way was to be self-sufficient. That he had to take care of himself.

That was the only way.

And he couldn't be a burden. Not now. He didn't want his mother to be angry with him for not feeling bad properly, or for showing more than he should.

It was wrong. It was so wrong.

Mike was so wrong about everything."

and bam, in the end it's a pseudo illusion, like Will's disappearance in the first season, and Vecna takes Mike away for two whole years. ta-da.

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hanakihan · 9 months

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my biggest headaches in work life so far (NSFW in a sense of: gross stuff, kidnapping, murder, dismemberment, r*pe, scamming, you get the idea)

- 4 men from different country kidnapping other man from different country on territory of our country and keeping him hostage for 2 days and then pretending they’re victims here because he supposedly scammed them with false registration papers.

- two ex-prisoners meeting around new year for drinks, one calls other a ‘cock’ (aka really insulting thing for those who went to prison, means you’re at bottom (in every sense) of prison hierarchy), so he stabs him in heart and throws his body on balcony where it stays freezing for 2 weeks. Then he takes a saw and dismember him, was able to drag hands and legs on ground floor but was caught by police when dragged wrapped up torso.

- a man breaking other person’s skull open with a brick just because he wanted to see real brain. he saw, then vomited and lost consciousness.

- a drug addict who was caught on scene, had an insane drawback when we were arresting him in court, almost broke my arm and stabbed me with a pen.

- a man coming to court completely wasted and explaining himself by ‘you see your honor, I’m an artist, an artists are either drunkards or gays…’

- Santa Barbara in a form of a married couple having weird ass r*pe(???) because he did force her to some gross shit and she told about it her mom and her mom told to grandma who informed cops but now she asks not to sent him to prison because apparently it was consensual???

- son hitting his mother so bad she almost died so she went to police to write a report on him thinking he’ll be sent to serve 15 days by administrating law, but ended up serving 7 years for attempted murder. she broke down in tears and begged not to jail him.

- my neighborhood growing hallucinogenic mushrooms because he’s ‘an artist and needed a psychological stimulation’ and apparently he had twenty jars full of dried mushrooms and when asked why so many for himself he told ‘it’s winter investment’

- delusional woman blaming delusional man who said he wanted to have children with her. she’s 50, man is 23 and he was terrified of her.

- judge leaving court room for final verdict and defendant pulled out a razor from his mouth and threatened to cut his throat open. police and jailers weren’t able to calm him down, it was 9 at evening, I wanted to go home so I yelled at him to behave because it would’ve been a pain in ass to explain to boss why defendant suicided here. two floors heard me yelling. I had a bottle of champagne after that.

- two men arguing outside of our court room who fucked which wife until I came out and told them that police will fuck them both if they won’t shut the fuck up.

- convicted underage children rapist complimenting me and being disgustingly sweet simply because I look like I’m 16 even though I’m 23 when I enter his jail cell.

- a woman almost stabbing a man to death after he spotted her throwing his food out of fridge to street from window. it all started because of sausages and he himself almost became one.

- a woman being blamed for stabbing her roommate even if said roommate constantly beaten her so badly she resembled a fucking panda and she stabbed him out of stress. everyone was confused while hearing who was who.

- ex prisoner visiting us after he served his sentence, gifting is nice chocolate and a champagne (it’s still in my closet tho) and then smooching my cheek.

- me getting almost stabbed by romani’s mother (whom we jailed) but blocking it by crime law codex (jinchul was right book IS a weapon, both offensive and defensive). me then yelling at her that I’m 1/4 romani too for fucks sake.

- a drunk step father hitting boys’ drunk mother so hard she lost consciousness, he wanted to drag her to bed so he did it by dragging her by hair and having her head hit every corner, ended up giving up on his idea and went to buy more alcohol. returned home to find her cold dead body and two boys an orphans who we ended up to make testify.

- Genshin case. just Genshin case. Man took bank debt through his friend’s card, ended up rolling on Dehya banner to C6 her. Cringe levels were over9000.

#my daily suffering #welcome to my work space #I Hope you find it (un)comfortable #I’m living in Ace Attorney but it’s that one time it was rated M #feel free to ask me about this #*slaps myself* man I contain so much TRAUMA in me

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inevitably-johnlocked · 10 months

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HIIIII :DDD

i am sending an ask because i finished "some day" by david levithan a few days ago!

i liked it, but... i kinda think the ending was rushed? everything else was super interesting and insightful (it's MULTIPLE POVs! 😍) but idk i feel he wanted to be done lmao. idk it's still amazing! don't get me wrong but... yeah idk... *IF* i'll end up writing an au i will probably change that (well if i would write a first part and THEN A SECOND that is. wow so many "ifs"...) i'll also for sure let you know

(honestly i got way too many wips and fic ideas already... and never seem to finish them (okay i will finish them it just takes me ages... i must be the most annoying fic writer ever) so yeah we'll see. my hyperfixation on this book series will probably have passed by then and then what UGH 🥲 )

i am including so many brackets because i have too many thoughts at once, i hope you can keep track! because i can't lmao

anyways thanks for taking the time and effort into answering my last asks... (and all asks really!) and well this one (if you do end up answering it, no pressure)

btw i got a delivery for tony... stank? steph? i think it's a box of an infinite amount of hugs if i got it right ;)

*throws badly cut out paper hearts at you*

-turtely 🐢

(referencing this post and this post)

Hi Lovely!!!

AHHHHH it's always a pleasure to hear from you, and I'm so glad that you were able too finish your book! Sad that the ending fell short of expectations, but I hope you enjoyed it anyway regardless!

Ah, I hope you end up writing the AU, but please don't feel rushed or pressured to do so! You should write only if you want to! <3 I get "taking ages" on something. Happens to me too! <3

AND THANK YOU FOR ALL THE HUGS AND HEARTS!!! I love it all, and always need them <3

Cheers Lovely! <3 Hope you have a great weekend!! <3

#steph replies #chatting with lovelies #johnlock au #fandom love #fandom life

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wheeboo · 2 months

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4th grade omh. HAVE U ALWAYS BEEN TALENTED??? 😭 in 4th grade i was cutting off my barbies hair and dressisnf them up weird damn 😭😭 i started writing like 4 years ago ish so lretty recent but i aspiree to be a writer like u bro. the way ure so creative w ur descriptions has me just CRUMBLING. most of my fics aren't good bjt there's onee decent onedhsjsb hope u like it <33

CHEESE OMHH i love cheese with all my heart, ill def try jt fr 😭😭 shhd ive never seen anyone who adds the whole packet (the last time i tried i had to throw it away </3) U NEED TO START ONE, I KNWO FOR A FACTTT PPL WILL LISTENNN 🙏 omg horror ??? people who like horror are so brave goodbye i would be passing away 😭😭 the shows i usually watch are more rom-com themed or just pure sadness?? i loved 20th century girl omg. what's ur fav kdrama???

I WOULD RECCOMEND DOUGH AS A SNACKK BUT I feel like that would ruin people's stomach 😭 CAS IS EVERYTHINGGG.

rania this is so random but have u fainted before..

😭😭😭 PLS UR SO SWEET :(( its def the more u write n the more u see how other ppl write, u develop ur own writing style n get better !! just keep doing what ur doing <33 AND NO CUZ THE BARBIES IS A MOOD i used to have that mermaid barbie that can change into like a surfer and poor thing i ruined it so badly sjdksd. when i started writing tho i used to like hide a piece of paper under my desk n just like write down my feelings LMAOO which ig is how it all started <3 and ahh i'll be sure to read ur fic !!!

if u do try it lmk 🫡 NO I SWEAR its a universal experience the first time u eat buldak ramen that u add the entire sauce packet and u like DIE. AHHHH I'LL THINK ABT IT 🤭 dsfjdf i love horror idk i just like getting scared LDKJFKS. omg the rom com and pure sadness is soo real tho cuz same 😭😭 I BAWLED MY EYES OUT WHEN I WATCHED 20TH CENTURY GIRL UGH. again i have tons of my faves pls ,,, so i'll list a few: extraordinary attorney woo, move to heaven (I LOVE THIS DRAMA SM ITS SO SAD), crash landing on you, the uncanny counter, vincenzo, daily dose of sunshine, alchemy of souls, the king's affection sorry i'm listing so many i just love a lot 😭 LMK UR FAVES TOO !!!

omg umm yeah i've fainted before like a few times 😭 there was one time when i was getting water in the kitchen and then i fainted and busted open my lip on the counter 💀🧍‍♀️my dad had to pick me up from the floor dsjlkfjdsk have u fainted before ?? 😭😭

#mimi!#rozisisme #friends ༊#answered

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a-bucket-of-trash · 1 year

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The Garden of Horrors- Kelvin x Female Reader – Part 14/?

Part 13

It had already been a day since Alan's yacht had gone to island four with Fisheye and part of your brain was wondering if tomorrow at noon you would manage to receive good news or not. It was strange for you to survive as always, with your mind thinking that you would leave at any moment, but without being sure of that. You had to prepare as if you were going to last another month there, because there was a chance that it would.

And having so many things on your mind played against you. Even close to the bunker, even with the crows flying scared, your brain was too busy thinking about what you would do after being rescued to be aware of your surroundings. You almost didn't see the little cannibal that had jumped from a tree next to you, and seeing him so close scared you so much that you almost couldn't react other than to kick him aside, stumbling, landing on your butt to the ground and dropping your axe. It would have ended badly, but, unlike you, Kelvin did stay tuned.

You saw the hunched-over monkey-like cannibal crawling towards you and Kelvin ran, grabbing him from behind, lifting him up into the air and throwing him to the ground, hard, like a karate fighter, slamming him violently to the ground. His military training and the natural strength he had hidden became apparent when he slammed him to the ground again, his arm caught in the cannibal's throat, knocking him unconscious.

Your heart was still racing when you saw him look around, look at you on the ground and his eyes widen. He grabbed the ax you dropped and took several steps, almost leaping over you like a horse. You hadn't noticed the other one, that huge red and white cannibal who had a long, curved weapon made of sharp bone and who seemed more focused on you than on Kelvin.

But the soldier did not stay still, he attacked him with the ax, almost at the same time that the cannibal attacked him. You screamed, seeing the bone weapon plunge into his chest, terrifying you. Kelvin kicked him hard, sending the primitive weapon flying away, and he used his ax to plunge it into his torso, nearly splitting it vertically in two. Without even pausing, he turned to approach the one still on the ground, decapitating it, and standing there, panting, looking around like a police dog looking for danger.

You reacted, standing up, approaching him, terrified, checking where the weapon had stuck. You didn't give a shit about the rest, you had to treat his wound, you had to know how serious it was, right away, so you took his arm, took him to the bunker, sat him down on the bed and desperately took off his kevlar vest and jacket military, seeing that his wound was barely a slight cut. The vest had parried much of the attack, and if he was alive, that was probably because that.

He looked at you, seeing you still hyperventilating, cleaning and bandaging his cut, seeing your hands shake on his bare chest. He was miraculously alive, and you knew it. You knew it was your fault, you were the one with functional ears, you should have listened to them, be attentive, not have your mind in the clouds.

Your hands kept shaking and you barely touched his chest before you started crying. He had almost died, because of you.

Kelvin softened his gaze, searching your eyes a bit, holding your hands tenderly. He moved a little closer, affectionately resting his head against yours, saying a soft “shhh…” to try to calm you down.

Sobbing, you wrote to him that you were sorry, that it was your fault, that you hated yourself for it. You were going to continue writing, but he just took the notepad out of your hands, tenderly denying it.

“It wasn't your fault” He wrote “I didn't see them either. In any case, let me gloat about saving you, that boosted my ego a bit. Also, I love you."

You laughed giving a shy laugh through tears, nodding softly. You put the paper aside to hug his neck tightly, sobbing a little, trying to calm down. You felt him hug you, giving a soft satisfying moan and burying his face in your warm neck. And for a while you stood still, holding him as tightly as you could, one of your hands in his hair, trying to retrieve the soul that had nearly escaped you.

The soldier knew you'd been scared, though he wasn't sure if it was more from the attack you'd almost received, or the thought of him being badly injured, but he didn't care so much. You were scared, that was what mattered. He gently rocked, from one side to the other, as if he were cradling you, his fingers comfortingly caressing your back, seeking to ease the stress you carried.

For a while you stayed with your eyes closed, letting him soothe you with his warm good-natured energy, your brain remembering what you felt for him. You barely moved, filling his cheek with kisses, over and over again. You heard him laugh tenderly as you covered his entire cheek, cheekbone, and forehead with kisses, as if you were thanking him for what he had done.

Kelvin growled happily as you cupped his cheeks and continued to kiss his entire face, including his lips. He loved it, and you could tell that by his calmly happy face and his closed eyes, so you kept kissing his face, your fingers caressing ethereally over his jaw and neck.

Eventually you stopped traveling across his face, to only kiss his lips, tenderly, with delicate pecks in his lips, while he kissed you back, purring, caressing your back more.

You stopped caring about the doubt about what you would do in the future, and you stuck alone in reality. You loved him, you loved him more and more, if that was possible. You cared little where you were, or if he couldn't speak anymore. If he was safe, with you, the rest didn't matter to you.

You kept caressing his cheeks, jaw and neck, kissing him longer, feeling his soft warm lips against yours. One of your hands was buried in his hair and you heard him growl a little more, barely noticing the timid wetness of his tongue. You knew you were going to take him as yours. There and now.

Part 15

#kelvin #sons of the forest kelvin #sotf kelvin #kelvin x reader #sons of the forest

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topsyturvy-turtely · 1 year

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When Sherlock came home from his trip through the city, he found an envelope. He had been out alone, because John has had daddy-duties with Rosie at home. Now the envelope immediately caught his eye. John had written his name on it. His husband had obviously tried his best to write it in a nice manner. Long, precise letters. No flourish – that wouldn’t be John.

‘Happy Birthday, Sherlock’,

it simply said.

Too intrigued to walk over to the hook, he threw his belstaff over a stool and took the envelope in his hands. Sherlock carefully bent it. Not a card – which would make sense, since John always insisted on getting him a present for his birthday; No, it was paper. Did John print something out? He brought it to his nose. It smelled clean, almost sanitary, a hint of John and… was that Mycroft’s smell? Sherlock frowned – why would birthday wishes from his husband smell like his brother? It was obvious, this envelope had to be important – John even had made the effort to put a paperweight on it, far away from Rosie’s stool, so she couldn’t get food on it.

Too curious what was inside, Sherlock finally did open the envelope – with the laid out ready paperknife. (So much preparation for a simple Happy Birthday letter? No, this was something else entirely, but what?)

Not in the mood for more deductions, Sherlock pulled the papers out of the envelope. And stared. For a long time. When he remembered to blink again, he did so exactly seven times, rapidly and consecutively. His hands started shaking. Sherlock almost couldn’t believe it, but his eyes actually filled with tears.

Suddenly he felt arms wrap around his waist from behind. "Happy Birthday, Love.", John whispered into his back.

“John I-“

John hummed.

“I-” Sherlock fought for words through that knot of emotion in his throat. Before him, in his hands, he held adoption papers for Rosamund Watson-Holmes.

John squeezed him tighter. “Are you okay?”

Sherlock nodded, trying to hold back the treacherous sentiment. Then it won him over and he sobbed. The great detective turned in John’s arms and wrapped his husband in the tightest embrace, he had ever given.

“I- I am Watson’s father?”, Sherlock needed to hear it from John’s mouth. He wasn’t sure why the documents in his hands were not enough, but he needed to hear it from John.

“Officially, as of today. Congratulations, Sherlock.”, John’s voice was so soft and full of love and Sherlock knew: He would protect his Watsons with his life and more.

“I don’t know what to say, John. Thank you. I love you.”

“That’s all I need to hear, Sherlock. I love you too. How about you go upstairs and say goodnight to your daughter?”, John loosened the hug and looked up at Sherlock. His eyes the softest color of blue. Sherlock saw so much love, trust, and pride in them, his own teared up again.

"Come with me?”, Sherlock asked softly, grabbing John’s hand.

“I’ll always be with you, Love.”

They shared a soft, emotional kiss. Then the proud fathers finally walked up to their daughter’s room.

a fluffly little parentlock ficlet in celebration of the birthday of the one and only William Sherlock Scott Holmes *bows dramatically, pointing at the him*

page dividers kindly provided by @musingsofmyown - thank you lovely turtle 💚

i hope you enjoyed!!! tag list! (tell me if you wanna be added or removed💚) @justanobsessedpan @helloliriels @fluffbyday-smutbynight @inevitably-johnlocked @hisfavouritejumper @rhasima @forfucksakejohn @ohlooktheresabee @turbulenttrouble @7arantellgrrl @ssmeowl123 @so-youre-unattached-like-me @totallysilvergirl @peanitbear @train-mossman @loki-lock @smulderscobie @timberva @grace-in-the-wilderness @chinike @pansherlock @the-smol-bean-libby-blog @jawnn-watson @whatnext2020 @escapingthereality @missdeliadili @kettykika78 @musingsofmyown @7-percent @speedymoviesbyscience @astudyin221b @francj15 @almosttinycowboy @ladylindaaa @we-r-loonies @mxster-jocale @sherlockcorner @noahspector @our-stars-graveside @jobooksncoffee @baker-street-blog and also @safedistancefrombeingsmart (lol adding you to my tag list no idea if you actually want that but i am sure you will have no qualms telling me if you don't want it so yeah xD)

#turtely writes #happy about reblogs 🥰#johnlock #johnlock ficlet #happy birthday sherlock #happy birthday sherlock holmes #johnlock fic #parentlock #parentlock ficlet #bbc sherlock #sherlock #sherlock holmes #john watson #rosie watson #rosie watson-holmes #sherlock x john #*throws badly cut out paper hearts at you*#i actually got a gif from @justanobsessedpan of a turtle throwing paper hearts it is THE cutest thing! please check it out!!!!

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onedayimgonnasnap · 1 year

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The Perfect Gift

Sherry Invidia X GN Reader

I made this fanfiction because after doing a couple of stuff in Tino’s route she caught my heart badly and I don’t know if I wanna be friends with her or be with her- (This Can be read platonically or romantically)

3rd POV:

“What are they doing there, getting themselves dirty like a rat?” Whispered a student clearly disgusted at the sight.

“Maybe they’re looking for food, man I feel bad, maybe we should leave them coins right here” Another student laughed as they didn’t even leave a coin and ran off.

You were currently in the academy’s garbage can. Getting weird looks at by other students while they gossiped at you and were making fun of you…

‘ Why, are you in the garbage?’ you may ask? It’s simply because you wanted to cheer Sherry up with the perfect gift and you were to broke to afford the Royal gift standard. So you settled on a simple Troom Troom/ 5 minute Craft DIY.

Yes I know, pathetic. You were making fun of them a year ago and here you are now using their advice to please the Princess-

.

“What are you doing in the garbage?!”

Yelled a grossed out Lance.

You looked up at him clearly pissed off; “MIND YOUR BUSINESS, JESUS CHRIST. NOWONDER ME AND DIA ARE YOUR ONLY FRIEND- WAIT SCRATCH THAT IM YOURE ONLY FRIEND-!” You shouted back at him about to throw a raccoon you found in the garbage at him.

“Stop using your weird language and I don’t need friends.” He tsked obviously pissed off and walked away.

….

A couple of hours later you’re at you dorm worn out from dumpster diving and stealing a random kid’s school supplies-

You currently had a couple of pieces of cardboard, some paper, scissors and glue. You didn’t even know those things exist in this world but here you are.. amazed.

Then you got to work on your DIY-

….

“Um… I don’t wanna be mean-“ “YES I GET IT- IT LOOKS DEFORMED- IT LOOKS LIKE BOTH OF ITS PARENTS ARE BROTHER AND SISTER. MY PARENTS RAISED A FAILURE!” You cut off Robin crying dramatically.

Robin just looked at you with a blank face as you got into the floor and cried dramatically.

.

You then hear a knock on the door. You’re heart soon raced knowing it was the one and only Sherry since you asked Robin earlier to invite her.

Soon freaked out, of the abomination behind you..

“QUICK ROBIN HIDE IT-“ “YOU HIDE IT” “NO YOU HIDE IT MOTHER FUCK-“ “Hello MC I came to see you”

Sherry stepped in elegantly as ever but you noticed she was sad but trying to hide it because she wanted to hang out.

“Hey Sherry how are you?” You said quickly hiding the monstrosity behind your back.

This doesn’t seem to go unnoticed by Sherry in front of you as she seemed curious what you were hiding.

Sherry soon smiled deviously as soon as she was curious and wanted to know what was behind you.

Stepping towards you slowly while smiling evilly, you started panicking. Both you and Robin looked back and forth at eachother and Sherry. ‘S H I T’ You thought.

You then put it behind your back holding it with one arm going around in circles with Sherry as she starts giggling trying to swipe what’s behind you.

.

Soon as this game lasted about 5 minutes till, Sherry fell over and tripped on her heel on accident.

“Are you ok?!” you yelled while frowning and subconsciously putting down the present.

You rushed towards her dramatically checking if she was ok, because you care about her (And because if she got seriously injured the king would hang you like Jesus was hanged)

“I’m fine MC” She giggled swiping the ugly present so fast.

You starred at her in horror soundlessly and she held it in her hands without saying anything.

“You know what Master? I think I should be going” Robin said as he ran off through the window not wanting to see the awkwardness that would soon ensue.

‘DONT LEAVE ME YOU TRAITOR-‘ You thought as you watched Robin leave with dramatic tears in your eyes.

Looking down at Sherry as you saw her giggle at the gift.

“MC, why are you trying to hide this from me it’s really cute. I admire it deeply it’s amazing it’s better than anything I can do” She said while smiling and admiring it

Soon a big grin spread onto your face as you felt happy seeing her reaction gratefully.

#court of darkness x reader #court of darkness #sherry invidia #Sherry Invidia x reader

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justanobsessedpan · 1 year

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HAPPY PAN-sexual/-romantic PRIDE DAY!!!💖💛💙

i'm soooo happy we are (internet) friends!!! you are a an enrichment!

*throws badly cut out paper hearts in the pan pride colors at you*

love you, bestie *~*

OH NO I MISSED THIS 😭😭😭

Thank you so much my loveliest! I'm very happy about that as well and you are a beauty <3

*OH MAN, COLLECTS THE HEARTS TO MY COLLECTIOOONNN*

All the love to you and happy (late) Pan pride to everyone else! Be well my dearie <33

#<3 #plumplum #join my rambles

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helloliriels · 1 year

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ayyyy for the ✨writers wrapped✨ ( i am SO in love with this idea!)

2, 3, 13, 30! (do any, all or none whatever vibes with you *~*)

i hope you are well and also know that you are so loved and appreciated *throws badly cut out paper hearts at you*

🤗🍪🎄💝

Isn't this fun?! Thank you for the asks!

#2 -🤗 How many works did you publish this year?

Not as much as I thought I would get to: 30 written works (mostly ficlets) but started some I'm really invested in, like 'What If I'm Not?' and some that aren't even posted yet; 💕and then there were the 125+ I did for the Fake Fic Titles ask game, which kinda count? So 156 or so written works; 25 photoshop edits (between crack fic campaign posters and rock out album covers); with only 5 or 6 art works this year. *whew* (had to update the spreadsheet)

I guess when I say it out loud ... it's a lot??

Still want the rest? haha

#3 -🍪Work I'm most proud of this year?

Hmmm ... I would have to say 'What If I'm Not?' which I am currently co-writing with @fluffbyday-smutbynight. It's been a lot of firsts for me. Stepping out of my comfort zone to share a few headcanons that may not be popular. Writing what isn't easy to say ... and getting to collab with someone I am so lucky to have met! The fic wouldn't have gone past chapter one without her.

#13 -🎄(stop me anytime) What is your longest work this year?

Bahaha! I think '(Not So) Fake Fic Titles' has to take the crown here. It's longer than anything I've written, combined: 35,551 words. Jeez!

But for srs, the longest work that I self-wrote this year, would be Spin the Bottle at 8,120 words, which is not yet done (imo). There will be a mature chapter as soon as I get the wording right! 💕

#30 - 💝Biggest surprise while writing this year?

I'm tempted to take this as 'the twist or idea I did not see coming' ... But I think what it's asking is: did I have a revelation about my writing this year? and yes ...

I realised that I like to write EMOTIONS. Not actions.

I'm horribly bad with having to describe what anyone is actually DOING. Hence, it is difficult to bring myself to write the 4th-5th act of any fic. (Ending? Wut are those?)

😂😅 So yeah ... maybe I haven't found the right vehicle yet? or perspective. But this is what I will be working on for 2023.

Thanks for the asks!!! xoxo - Liri

AO3 WRAPPED (Writer Asks)

#writer asks #writers wrapped #2022 #liri answers #inbox OPEN

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dinner--starving · 2 years

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ong i love your bloooooogggggggg

*throws badly cut out paper hearts at youuuuuu* i am so in love it seriously xD

Awww you are too kind my dear!!!

Only one image came to my mind when you said that

*throws back honey bee plushies at youuuu*

#ask #the love I get here #makes my heart so full #topsyturvy-turtely

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