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hippolotamus · 4 months

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Sentence Sunday 🪩

Tagged by @daffi-990 @tizniz @theotherbuckley @diazsdimples @disasterbuckdiaz @monsterrae1 @indestructibleheart for some combination of Inspiration Saturday/Seven Sentence Sunday (tagging you back for SSS if you haven't already) Be sure to check out their moodboards and snippets. I am excited for all of your works! 😘

I wanted to put together a moodboard for the mirrorball fic, but it's not quite there yet. So, sans moodboard, have this bit of Buck talking with Ali and Chim. Prev snippet here.

“Looks like Romeo’s back,” Ali sing songs in Buck’s ear as she passes his station on the way to her own. “Oh, yeah?” He aims for nonchalant but knows he’s failed miserably by the smirk on her face. Ali sits in front of her mirror, picks up a wide-tooth comb, and runs it through her short, espresso strands. The color is a recent switch from her previous summery blond and he’ll admit it suits her. “God, Buck, I swear if you had a tail it would be wagging so hard right now.” To be fair, he’s been more than a little mopey for the last two weeks since his stranger high-tailed it out of the club and didn’t come back. It left Buck in a strange mood. He’s been out of sorts, like a teetering Jenga tower. One seemingly insignificant piece displaced and he’s scrambling for balance again. “Just to make sure,” Buck tries again to sound unaffected, though he’s not sure why. He already feels the eager, needy tone clinging to his words. “You’re not, uh, fucking with me… right? He’s really there?” She angles her body towards him, all traces of teasing replaced by an almost sisterly affection. “I know how much this has been eating you up. I promise he’s there, Buck.”

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Buck sticks to the hallways, circumventing the main club as he makes his way to the booth. Chim’s eyes widen as he takes in Buck swiftly approaching. “Buck,” he hisses. “What the hell are you doing here? You’re on in less than ten.” “I need to switch my music for tonight.” Buck ignores the face journey he knows Chim is currently going through. He’s seen it plenty of times, mostly because of his – as Chim calls it – ‘boneheaded piss poor planning’. It's not exactly wrong. “I swear to god, Buckley. One of these days-” “I’m gonna give you a heart attack,” Buck finishes for him. “You’re gonna do it though.” It’s not a question. Chim has never once failed him, no matter how much he obviously wanted to. Chim scrubs a hand down his face, breathing out a world weary sigh. “Tell me what to queue up before I change my mind.”

no pressure tagging (if you wanna) @thewolvesof1998 @loserdiaz @wildlife4life @buckaroosheart @eddiebabygirldiaz @spotsandsocks @wikiangela @fortheloveofbuddie @steadfastsaturnsrings @elvensorceress @honestlydarkprincess @spaceprincessem @shortsighted-owl @stereopticons @apothecarose @barbiediaz @buddierights @chaosandwolves @eowon @giddyupbuck @heartshapedvows @hoodie-buck @jesuisici33 @ladydorian05 @lemonzestywrites LOML @lizzie-bennetdarcy @rmd-writes @statueinthestone @singlethread @the-likesofus @theplaceyoustillrememberdreaming @vanillahigh00 @watchyourbuck @welcometololaland @your-catfish-friend and anyone else who wants to share 💖

#ali felt like a good friend for buck to have in this universe #and chim is precisely as exasperated by buck's shenanigans as you'd expect #bless that poor man #also #if chim's *there*... where's hen???#hold that thought #buddie wip #mirrorball fic #hippo writes #seven sentence sunday #except not really #fic: watch my shattered edges glisten

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autisticblueteam · 2 months

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Appears from the ether again, after months of only being present enough to fill my queue up, with some WIP snippets from the gen:LOCK re-write I mentioned before...

And also finally adressing these tags lmao, sorry @thesouppond I realise these are like 3 months old.

#FUCK IM JUST SEEING THIS NOW???#FUCK YEAH 2024 SEASON OF EVERYONE GETS TO REWRITE GENLOCK CAUSE FUCK S2#Ahem anyway hi genlock moot :)))#I love your writing btw! Ive read your existing GL fics theyre great!#at this point if someone can give me a GL fic i havent already met I will forever be indebted to you i am DYING for GL content

We're really out here trying our best to do better by GL than HBO did huh!! I've been loving Reloaded, it was so nice to see someone else pop up in the gL tag after it was comparatively dead for so long. I've been working on my re-write since just after s2 came out and it was lonely in there for a while there lmao.

So I'm glad you enjoyed the couple of fics I've already done! I'm re-using parts of one of them for the actual re-write since I'm going for the 'keep the basic bones of s2 but aim to fix the execution into something less shit/re-work the worst bits' and I didn't want to write that first nemesis fight over again from total scratch lmao...

I want to finish writing all of the re-write before I post it in full, but that does mean it's taking forever whoops.

I'm still not past the introduction of Sinclair as his portion is so involved and I keep getting distracted by other projects/hobbies, but I did finally get to a point where my take on Sinclair is actually fun to write! I'm keeping his boyfriend because I did at least like that Sinclair was made canonically queer and they're actually cute when I'm just doing my own thing.

So since I feel like posting some WIP bits, here's my favourite Chris/Sinclair stuff I've done so far.

“YEAH! Take that you fucked up tin can!” Sinclair winced. The shout was like an ice pick being driven into his skull, but it was also what finally drove him to lift his head. There ahead of him, wielding a large piece of debris in one hand, was a heavyset Asian man dressed in torn clothes and covered in grime. He reared back, and for a split second Sinclair thought that projectile was for him, until he heard an impact, and the last of the humming died. The man brushed off his hands, pride written on every feature, and in that moment he was the most beautiful thing Sinclair had ever seen. “Coast’s clear!” the stranger called behind him. There was movement, but Sinclair didn’t care to look, his attention caught by the man’s approach. “And we’ve got a live one.” Sinclair’s throat was so dry he broke down coughing twice, in the time it took the stranger to kneel in front of him. “I-I’m not Union. I-I know— with the uniform, and the—” Another violent burst of coughing cut him off. The stranger handed him a canteen and a crooked smile. “Yeah, no shit. You’ve got way too much emotion on your face to be even a defector,” he said, and if Sinclair wasn’t so busy chugging the offered water, he might have mustered a laugh. “That, plus, the lack of helmet, the collapsing, and the drone getting ready to turn you into a novelty cheese grater kinda gave it away.” “Christ, I could kiss you right now,” Sinclair blurted and then regretted in quick succession. Fuck. He’d been in near solitary too long, his filter had worn away to nothing and he was making a damn fool of himself in front of the first sane people he’d seen in weeks. Except the stranger just… laughed, good-naturedly. “Close, the name’s Chris, not Christ. And I’d say buy me dinner first, but it’s a bit hard out here.”

AND then a little later...

“What about the refugee railroads?” Chris lowered his beer bottle and wiped his mouth. “Too far.” “Vanguard safe crossings?” “Too far.” “The— fucking Canadian border?” Chris laughed, “Too far. Further than either of the other things. Jesus, dude. You sure you haven’t got a concussion?” “Mostly,” Sinclair said, rubbing his face with his intact hand. “I just— you’re going to die if you stay here. A drone only has to get lucky once.” “And if we go deeper in, we’ll only die faster,” Chris said with a simple shrug. “We already have to pack up and move every few weeks when the line moves. And every time, the Polity border gets a little bit further away. Believe me, man, I want nothing more than to get outta here, but it’s just not happening.” “What if I helped?” The offer fell out before he’d consciously decided to make it, but Sinclair stood by it. Even when Chris looked at him dubiously. “No offence, dude, but you’re just one guy. And two days ago you could barely stand.” “And now I’m fine,” Sinclair insisted. “I’m a soldier. I was decorated for valour after I got my squad out of a run-in with the Union that should’ve killed us all. I was the only one who could even still hold a gun. I swear, I could get you somewhere safe. Are you really telling me you’d rather keep sitting around waiting to die than take a risk?” Chris’s brow furrowed, and he didn’t answer immediately, taking another swig from his scratched up bottle of beer. Sinclair sighed. “Look. I need to get to a Vanguard base one way or another. I don’t want to leave you guys behind if I don’t have to. I owe you my life. And maybe dinner.” Chris almost choked on his drink. “Wow,” he laughed, clearing his throat, “you sure pick your moments, huh?” Sinclair shrugged. “Figure if you’re not actually into it I’ll just blame the concussion.” “That you don’t have.” “Exactly.” Chris rolled his eyes, but he was smiling. “Smooth. Smooth operator. Alright, alright, fine, we’ll talk to the others in the morning. It might be a tougher sell when they’re not the ones getting dinner with a hot soldier out of it, but hey, guess we’ll see.” “Are you looking past the just-got-done-being-tortured chic, here, or is that part of the charm?” “Are you kidding? There’s a whole genre focused on how hot soldier guys look after they’ve been through hell.” “Not sure that’s the intended takeaway of action movies.” “Well,” Chris shrugged, starting to pick at a can of food, “it was definitely my takeaway.” Sinclair laughed. Honest-to-god laughed, in a way he was surprised he was even capable of after the last few weeks. The normality of the moment was like a balm on all the aching parts of him, mental and physical alike. For a moment he could almost forget that the reason he looked like shit was because he’d just escaped the worst experience of his life. For a moment it felt like the fight was over.

Now I just have to actually get through the remainder of my Sinclair set-up and then I'll be only one chapter away from finishing the first half of the fic... so close and yet so far lmao.

#blue is a writer #fic: the only me is me #gen:lock #each part is meant to be like a single season. so part 1 is like a new season 2 and part 2 is like a season 3 #and if i ever actually finish this. i might plan out a 'season 4'#the ending i have planned sets me up for it #i have grand ambitions and so little ability to sit down and just get it done LMAO

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bomberqueen17 · 2 years

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alive

i am alive, i promise, sorry it’s been all queue of late

i made 28 quarts of chicken stock today-- well, packaged it-- actually i made it too, we’d cut the chickens up yesterday and stuck the stock pot in the walk-in cooler overnight but today i put the water in and plonked it on the stove, an enormous stock pot, and simmered it all day while we cut up the rest of the chickens. (yesterday’s chickens we cut up were for sausage, today’s were for sale as parts.) tomorrow we’re ostensibly making the sausage, we’ll see how that goes.

since CSA is over, Farmsister was available to help us today-- but just like last time she helped us, mostly what we needed her to do was to take everything out of the upright freezer in the commercial kitchen and find other places for it to go, which was a heroic undertaking and took her like two hours. it was a lot. she had to restock the farm store just to make room. so it was good, things are beautifully restocked, everything is organized and beautiful, but like, good lord, at what cost.

anyway i just stuck 28 quarts of chicken stock in there so tomorrow we’re gonna have to ask her to do it again, but i believe in her.

i have done like. zero writing this week. lots of 10+ hour days of work, so. oh the insulation in my cabin has been great though. i know it’s november now so i should expect it to be chilly but it’s been like-- warmish during the days mostly, and then in the evening it’s fine and i have actually woken up too hot and sweating twice in the last few days because i was still wearing pajamas and dressing my bed like i expected it to be in the mid-40s in the room where i’m sleeping and... well it’s not.

there’s a mouse making so much fucking noise though, and i haven’t been sleeping well because the fucker like, pitter-patters around the room while i’m trying to sleep. he’s louder because he has to rustle in through the insulation. the roof edging isn’t on properly yet so i cant’ exclude him. so a side project is that i’ve had cayenne steeping in water most of the week, and today i set it up with coffee filters and rubber bands over the mouths of jars, and filtered it into a spray bottle, and i’ve just sprayed cayenne water all along the bottom of the insulation where he’s been coming in. (I know because i can hear him and also see him.) so we’ll see how much noise he makes tonight. i don’t know that cayenne will actually deter him.

anyway i’m gonna have my queue post this tomorrow morning so idk, i’ll hopefully know by then. but i’m so tired, using the queue gives me a minute to proofread and then if i wake up in the middle of the night like “i used that word wrong” i have time to look again when i wake up.

i have so many writing projects underway and no time to work on them. i spent a bunch of time today while i was packaging cold dead raw meat thinking about various projects. it was a nice escape.

here is a surprise snippet from a background bit i’m working on, going slightly back in time to before Ciri re-established the Upper Aedirn Free State, featuring a new OC i’m going to make room for-- a very elderly elf named Faerveren who has aged out of the concept of gender, to give us some unexpected backstory.

Faerveren leaned in the doorway, giving the dh’oine who had so rudely knocked a once-over. He was tall, handsome, self-assured, though he looked a little tired and travel-worn, and the haughty arrogance of his expression was covering a bit of uncertainty.

“I’m looking for Caerulia Fitzhugh,” he said.

“I bet you are,” Faerveren said. “Since she lives here.” Faerveren xerself hadn’t lived here terribly long. The Fitzhughs had kindly offered xer a place to stay after xe had come to them injured and ill after the battle for the city. Many elves had needed treatment, but only Faerveren had merited the permanent invitation. Perhaps because the Fitzhughs could appreciate xer age. It was restful, being among others with a similar perspective on the passage of time.

Faerveren watched the dh’oine’s expression go through disbelief into indignance, and relented slightly. “Are you here on behalf of someone who is sick?”

“No,” he said, frowning, “I need her help.” His frown deepened. “I believe it is not a matter that your kind could understand, elder brother.” He used an Aen Seidhe term, showing that he wasn’t entirely ignorant.

“Ah,” Faerveren said, “I’m no one’s brother. But I see, you are not the dh’oine you look.” Neither were the Fitzhughs. This was vampire business, then. Another of the reasons Faerveren had been invited to stay was likely the complete lack of reaction xe’d had to the revelation that both Fitzhughs were bruxae. But Faerveren’s people had lived in peace with higher vampires, never their prey and never their antagonists, so it hadn’t been alarming to figure it out. It wasn’t as though they were particularly secretive about it. They tended not to shift or fly where anyone could see them, but Caerulia had a habit of gliding around without touching the ground because of an old foot injury, and nobody seemed to notice. The dwarves of Vergen were singularly unconcerned about vampires as well.

“No,” the man said. “Can you tell her, Dettlaff is here? She knows me, though it has been years since we spoke.”

Faerveren sighed. “Perhaps you should come in and sit down,” xe said.

#snippet post #my writing #about the author #farm life

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bellarke-events · 1 year

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Is this event for fanfic/gifs/etc. only?

Absolutely not! Our lists of fanworks include: fanfic, fanart, fanvids, gifs, graphics, moodboards. Basically, as long as its an original creation (meaning you made it!), it’s pretty much accepted!

When are we expected to post?

Valentine’s Day, February 14th!

What if we’re in different timezones? When should we post if we’re ahead of US time?

Whenever works best for you! If you’re in Australia and you’re gifting someone in the US (or whatever other combination of places) you can post on your time, or you can wait a little for a better time you think would be good for you both. Remember queueing/scheduling posts is a thing, that’s always an option!

I’m running behind, can I get an extension to post my gift?

You can get an extension, on a few conditions.

Firstly, you of course have to let us know you need an extension. We understand that things happen, but we want to make sure everyone gets their gift!

Secondly, extensions will last until the weekend following the 14th (18th-19th) to make sure we can come up with a backup gift in case something happens. We’d love to give everyone free rein, but we don’t want anyone to feel like they were forgotten, you know?

Thirdly, if you do need an extension for your finished piece, remember you can post a sneak peek beforehand! Writing a fic? Post a paragraph or two. Got a fanvid? You could post a small snippet. Got fanart? Post a close-up or maybe some of your process. We do recommend a sneak peek post if you need to request an extension if that’s possible, I’m sure everyone would love it!

Can I participate outside of Tumblr?

Technically yes. While all of the official event info will remain here, you can participate without a Tumblr username (though you will need to sign up with some username, whether it’s Twitter, AO3, etc.). If you do sign up without a Tumblr user, please contact both your assigned user and us (Anon asks are open!) with your gift!

Will you post the gifts on the blog?

We will! We will reblog all posts in the #bellarkevalentines and #bellarkevalentines23 tags and will create a post with a direct link to any creations posted outside Tumblr. If you don’t see your gift on our blog and it’s been a day or two since it was posted, shoot us an im or an ask and we’ll get to it ASAP!

What happens if someone pulls out? Will I still get a gift?

Yes!!! We will do everything we can to make sure everyone gets a gift. Your friendly neighborhood admin will be handling backup gifts in case anything comes up with your assigned gifter. We will also try to keep you as up to date about gift extensions and gift backups as possible. If you have any problems with your gift please let us know!

Posting day is over and I haven’t seen my gift or gotten an extension notification, what now?

Please contact us directly as soon as you can! We’ll make sure if your gift has been posted, we’ll send you a link to it if you missed it somehow. If it hasn’t been posted, we will contact your gifter and begin working on a backup gift if we haven’t heard back from them in a day.

#faq

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bottomhaztoplou · 1 year

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Tabby's Writing Game!

Hey, friends and friends-to-be! I'm Tabby, but you might know me better as DaddyAlphaLouisBabyOmegaHarry.

I've hardly ever done any writing games, mostly because I'm super forgetful, but I brainstormed a bit and came up with a whole month's worth of daily writing games.

Some of them you might know already, such as Snippet Sunday, Teaser Tuesday or Last Line, but most of them I've come up with myself (at least to my knowledge). If you feel like joining me, please do! I'd love to see your works, too! That said, don't feel pressured to participate every day.

Here's a schedule for you, if you'd like to participate by queueing things up in advance :)

Monday, May 1st: Melancholy Monday (share an angsty snippet!) Tuesday, May 2nd: Teaser Tuesday (share something from an upcoming chapter in your WIP or a snippet of a work you'll post soon!) Wednesday, May 3rd: Whatever-You-Want Wednesday (self-explanatory!) Thursday, May 4th: Three-Line Thursday (share three lines of any one work, consecutive or not!) Friday, May 5th: Freaky Friday (share a smutty snippet!) Saturday, May 6th: Snuggly Saturday (fluffy snippet time! bonus points for actual snuggles!)

Sunday, May 7th: Snippet Sunday (share a bit of your current WIP!) Monday, May 8th: Misfit Monday (share a snippet involving a misfit character!) Tuesday, May 9th: Title-Drop Tuesday (you finally figured out what to title that fic! share it with us!) Wednesday, May 10th: Whump Wednesday (share some character-based angst!) Thursday, May 11th: Talk-Less Thursday (share a snippet with no dialogue!) Friday, May 12th: Finale Friday (share a snippet of the final scene or chapter of a work!) Saturday, May 13th: Sexy Saturday (share some sexy content, but NOT smut!)

Sunday, May 14th: Scary Sunday (from full-on horror to a simple jumpscare, post a character getting startled!) Monday, May 15th: Masturbation/Mutual Masturbation Monday (post a character giving themselves some love, or two or more characters enjoying their bodies together!) Tuesday, May 16th: Tummy Appreciation Tuesday (we love a tummy 'round here!) Wednesday, May 17th: WIP Wednesday (share something from your newest WIP!) Thursday, May 18th: Travel Thursday (share a snippet involving travelling!) Friday, May 19th: Fluff Friday (self-explanatory :D) Saturday, May 20th: Silly Saturday (post some characters being silly or them being caught in a silly situation!)

Sunday, May 21st: Sickfic Sunday (is your character sick? this is a perfect opportunity to share some hurt/comfort! Monday, May 22nd: Mixtape Monday (share a fic playlist you've made!) Tuesday, May 23rd: Trolley Tuesday (what would your characters in a fic, WIP or not, have in their shopping cart at the grocery store) Wednesday, May 24th: Word Goal Wednesday (what's your word count goal for a fic you're working on right now?) Thursday, May 25th: Time Warp Thursday (share a snippet of a fic set in the past or the future!) Friday, May 26th: Fic Fest Friday (share a bit of an upcoming fic for a fest!) Saturday, May 27th: Super Saturday (superheroes? supernatural creatures? super-adorable characters? you decide!)

Sunday, May 28th: Soft Sunday (post something extra soft and sweet!) Monday, May 29th: Last Line (what's the last line you wrote?) Tuesday: May 30th: 777 (start on the seventh line of the seventh page of one of your WIPs and post the next seven consecutive lines with no context) Wednesday, May 31st: WIP Title Exposure (post all the titles of your current WIPs without context, no matter how vague!)

I hope you'll join me! :D

I'm not going to tag anyone, because I don't want to bother all my friends, but if you see this, consider yourself tagged!

#tabby's writing game #writing tag #writing game #snippet game

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kitnita · 10 months

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Asks: 5, 6, 8, 19, 29.

5. What’s a fic idea you’ve had that you will never write?

ohhh i don't like to close the door on anything forever BUT the first thing i ever wanted to write for robotter came about during worlds in 2021. i outlined the whole tournament while it was going down & while i started storyboarding certain scenes during that time, i don't think that first iteration will see the light of day. like for one thing i have since super changed how i write robo, who was the pov character in that. i will never give up shouting out latvia in my fic & i'm sure at some point i will write a latvia worlds timestamp, but that first fic idea is doa.

6. Are there any fics from others you reread all the time?

i reread everything!! i am a serial re-reader!!! i am also so sad that ao3 is down so i can't do my usual excessively cited sources. eta after going through my downloaded fics on the books app & getting titles and authors names, if not links: þæt wæs god hláford by chevalric, michigan's in the rearview by aliquis, later's better than never by canary, odour by coffeehound91 (more recent, but super good!!), quarters halves and wholes by ladyeggplant.

8. What project(s) are you currently working on?

i just sent in my small fic for @inrareformfest late late last night, and i'm currently wrapping up my second Big Project for @notacowfest. i'm also looking over my outline & worldbuilding notes for my hbb fic so i can get that going as soon as my starsfest fic is done!! other than that: i'm slowly working on a tydel/otter fic that'll probably serve as a backdoor pilot to some eventual dellyotterkennedi throuple fic, + working on my outlines for a robotter bachelor au & an outline for a robotter fic that i expected to do for the starsfest & then realized i had too much to say to be able to get it in under the deadline w my other fills. my baseball au & timeloop fic + a robotter romcom longfic idea are the Big Outlines i've been workshopping for a couple months now, and i'm sure one of those will come up in the queue after my hbb fic w some <10k fic coming in throughout the rest of those ideas.

19. Give us a small teaser from one of your WIPs.

[frantically looking for a recent snippet from something that isn't for an imminent fest] OKAY ...... woe .......... trevorjamie supernatural perpetual wip be upon ye

29. Share a bit from a fic you’ll never post OR from a scene that was cut from an already posted fic. (If you don’t have either, just share a random fic idea you have that you don’t plan on getting to.)

Otter huffed out a little laugh over the line, but he still sounded more annoyed than amused. The part of Jason that was, despite himself, governed a little bit by alpha instincts ached for him. Jason tried to remind himself not to ache, but that didn't do anything. Otter wasn't here in the hotel with Jason anyway. What he couldn't scent couldn't hurt them. “I haven’t thought about kids, period, this much before. It sucks.” Jason rolled his head on his pillow to look over at his phone, where he could hear Otter sigh over speaker. It was a good reminder, he guessed. Jason might’ve been annoyed that what was happening to Otter was rushing the pace of their relationship — even if they’d both seemed to agree to pretend they couldn’t read between the lines of what they meant to each other. But Otter had space to be a lot more annoyed at this rushing; it was his body turning on him, making all these too-soon conversations crop up when they weren't even close enough to let their scents do all the talking. Jason dropped the attempted levity. , “I haven't either," he said, then added, maybe a little too honestly, "But, uh — I'm here to talk to you whenever you are thinking about them." "Oh yeah?" He could hear a shift in Otter's tone. All wry and breathless, like he was somewhere between touched and aroused. It hit Jason in the part of him that wasn't governed by alpha instincts but was, despite itself, governed a little by Otter. "Yeah, man," he said. "I always want you to come to me when you're feeling big stuff. That's … that's what we're here for, to each other."

a snippet i ended up cutting from if i could sink my teeth into you!

#replies #rpf talk

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lost-girl-2021 · 1 year

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🤗 What advice would you give to new fanfic writers that are just getting started?

💞 Who's your comfort character?

🧠 Pick a character, and I'll tell you my favorite headcanon for them.

🤩 Who is your favorite character to write?

🤲 Would you please share a snippet of a wip?

I act answered the first one last night, it's just in the queue for rn, so you'll see that before you see this probably, lol.

My comfort characters change a lot, but my all time is probably either Tim Drake or Jason Todd from DC Comics (Batman).

I'm gonna pick my favorite character, which is probably Spider atm. I'd say my favorite headcanon for Spider is that he has ADHD. I really like when I read something and they give him ADHD characteristics/habits(?), probably because I have ADHD.

My favorite character to write is probably Spider. He's been the easiest to write so far and I have a lot of ideas about Avatar in general that I like to write about.

This is a snippet for Days Into Decades, but it won't happen for a few more chapters.

Mrs. Sully sighed. “I know that you remember the stories I told all of you as children. Does Eywa make mistakes?”

Spider flushed. He remembered the legends of the Nav’i, Mrs. Sully’s people. He’d practically had them all memorized. It was the only way they’d all shut up as kids, when baby Tuk needed to nap and the four of them were playing warrior in the backyard. He remembered all of it.

“Spider?” she prompted.

“No. Eywa doesn’t make mistakes."

BONUS, here's a snippet from a original story I'm working on called Wings (for now):

Kayce would never get used to sleeping on her stomach. It was the only way she could really lay down without losing feathers or irritating her back, but she hated the way her boobs pressed into the mattress and made her stomach curve forward in comparison. And one of her arms usually went numb from where she tucked them under her pillow, tingly and heavy by the time she woke up. She’d always been a deep sleeper, thankfully, so with the help of sleeping pills and an exhausting work life, it wasn’t totally unbearable anymore.

When she was a kid, it’d been a pain. She’d gotten her wings at thirteen, seven years ago. They were heavy and hurt her spine after long days of work or training. Sometimes, she woke up with her backside inflamed around the spot where her wings met her skin. She didn’t like them, most of the time. They were big, too big to move through doorways without pulling them behind her. And they were black, pitch black like a raven’s. The same shade as her hair, gleaming and intimidating and annoying. And after a slow shift the day before, she hadn’t been tired enough to ignore them like she usually was able to.

#avatar #spider avatar #jason todd #tim drake #writing #reviews

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autumnalwalker · 1 year

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Last Line/Heads Up Seven Up Tag

As I was tagged near-simultaneously by both @talesofsorrowandofruin and @ceph-the-writing-spook I'll respond to both in one post and leave this as an open tag.

Of course, seeing as I've been tagged twice, only right to post two snippets. I'll pull them both from Empty Names this time. The first is from the next chapter, the second is from a side story that's been stuck in my head and distracting me from progress on the main story.

Snippet 1: In which Sullivan welcomes the newly assembled party into his home:

As if on queue the group reaches the edge of the treeline, bringing a three-storied, multi-winged Victorian mansion into unobstructed view. What look like cat-sized spiders skitter about, trimming hedges and washing windows. As Bridgwood leads the party down the gravel pathway to the front door the gazes of the marble statues they pass by follow them in a way that Lacuna can’t bring herself to believe is mere optical illusion. As Bridgewood steps onto the front porch the double doors begin to swing inward, but not quickly enough to keep him from pushing them the rest of the way open by hand upon reaching the threshold.

The entrance foyer is dominated by a grand staircase leading to the upper levels whose balconies wrap back around to look down on the visitors. Above the landing where the staircase splits and turns halfway to the next floor hangs a portrait of a woman in a blue dress of a style as antique as the house’s. Her smile at the viewer is playful. Playful in the same way that a cat is playful with a mouse. Several closed doors line the walls on either side between the entrance and the staircase, although those seem a background detail compared to the small pile of black crates and out of place chairs in the center of the hall.

As Lacuna files in last in line she glances back over her shoulder at the sound of the doors creaking closed behind her. They get about halfway shut on their own before getting stuck, causing a pair of those spider-like creatures - metal or maybe polished stone orbs with legs, she can see now that she’s up close - to scurry in from the shadows and push the doors closed the rest of the way. Bridgewood’s voice pulls her attention back to the center of the room before she can watch where the constructs retreat to once their task is done.

“Welcome to my home. Take a seat, because I don’t like any of you enough yet to give you the tour and we’ve got a job to get to.” He drops sideways into a seat with his legs hanging over the armrest and gestures to Road. “My friend, you take it from here. I might be hosting, but this is your show.”

Snippet 2: In which Eris volunteers at a werewolf park several years before the main story:

“Where are we anyway?” she asks as she catches up with Eris.

“Dakota.”

“Which one?”

“At the moment, I’m in North and you’re in South. The bridge you came in through’s right on the border. Same for the visitor center. The liminality here made it easier to set up shop, mostly for the bridge, but a few other things too. And for extra oomph Montanna’s like half a mile that way. The Park extends into all three. Sorry, the Sanctuary,” Eris corrects herself as the door slides open. “We rebranded back at the start of the year. ‘There are no dogs here, only people,’” she says, holding up a finger and adjusting her voice for a startlingly accurate impression of the elderly woman Sarah had spoken to on the phone the other day, “‘so there’s no reason to call it the Dog Park.’” She shrugs and returns to her normal voice. “That’s what Gita says anyway.”

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aceofthegreenajah · 10 months

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fic ask #7!

The things that sneak out of my queue! had to go and scroll my own page to find what that is 🤣 But thanks for the question I love talking about my writing!

7: What is your favorite scene you’ve written so far?

The thing I've been writing today is three next chapters of the universe took its time on you. Simultanously cos they're very interconnected.

If talking about the entire fic, my favourite bit might be the Liujiu bickering sequence mid-chapter 1, which was the entire reason I started the whole thing.

But I'm choosing to answer for the stuff I've not posted yet. The last of the three unfinished chapters is an interlude/flashback from Qi Qingqi's perspective and I LIKE IT. The entire back half the chapter would fit as an aswer.

Most of it sadly requires a lot of context. But here is a little snippet that doesn't:

"Yue Qingyuan is back on the mountain", Han Qingyi said.

She frowned. "Has something gone wrong? The conference isn't over for a week."

"Word is he brought a new disciple. Someone important enough they needed to dispatch a succeeding disciple to fetch him. My bet is on an imperial relation."

Her mood soured instantly. It was probably another strutting nobleman who would look at her like a stain on his shoes. If they were lucky it was a princess who had lost her virginity and they were sending her off to avoid scandal, but that was unlikely. The usual course of action in that case was to just marry them off before the scandal got out.

"Do you want to go look?" Han Qingyi asked innocently. She was from a family of similar status to hers, but had been lucky enough to be sent to the sect young and thus had never seen the cesspit that was the nobility's marriage market.

"Let's", Qi Qingqi sighed anyway. It would be polite to tell Yue Qingyuan of the meeting before they had it, now that he was in the sect.

"He's gone on Qing Jing."

They redirected to that direction and could indeed see Yue Qingyuan and another young man in new Qing Jing robes. He'd probably just had his tea ceremony. Why was Yue Qingyuan still showing him around? Were all Qing Jing students out somehow? Or were none of them important enough?

He was older than Cang Qiong usually admitted, and was ignoring Yue Qingyuan's speech with entitled frostiness. Both of those spoke of the rumours being true.

She waited until Yue Qingyuan saw them and stopped whatever speech he'd been giving. Then she bowed to him politely. "Shixiong." Han Qingyi mirrored her. "We were about to have a meeting of the present succeeding disciples. Would shixiong like to attend, now that he is in the sect?"

She heard Yue Qingyuan start to decline as she'd expected, but the new disciple spoke up over it.

"I see Yue-shixiong has duties waiting", he said coldly. "This shidi will find his way just fine from here."

Yue Qingyuan deflated visibly. "Oh. All right." Then he rallied a bit. "Let me introduce you. These are Xian Shu succeeding disciple Qi Qingqi and Zui Xian succeeding disciple Han Qingyi. Shimeis, this is Shen-shidi. He has joined Qing Jing."

Shen Jiu didn't look them in the eye. Like they were barely worth his time. "This Shen Jiu greets Qi-shimei, Han-shimei."

Shen Jiu, huh. Probably a pseudonym. Something about him rubbed her the wrong way. She could tell he was bad news.

They greeted him back before Shen Jiu immediately excused himself, marching off with barely a farewell. Yue Qingyuan stared after him before putting on an obviously fake smile and leading his way to the meeting.

Yue Qingyuan's obsequence bothered her. This Shen Jiu really had to be something, for their future sect leader to suck up to him like that. Perhaps a lesser imperial prince wasn't too out there. And the way he seemed to be looking down on Yue Qingyuan, even if he'd managed a passably polite greeting to them both -

Bad news indeed.

END

If I have a few more writing days as good as today this week I might post all three chapters on the weekend. But I had today off and I'm going back to work for the rest of the week so can't promise anything :('m still missing like five-six scenes minimum.

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wipbigbang · 3 years

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softthotanon-writings · 3 years

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Kissing Bruises

Published: 14.08.2021

Pairing: Clone X medic!Reader

Words: 550

Warnings: none

Author’s note: writings are getting longer 🙌

Prompts used/ inspired by: Nr. 3, 27, 32 and 35 from the touching prompt list by @creativepromptsforwriting 😁 I was also inspired by this post writen by @hikime making me catch major feelings 💜

For a couple of months now since you’ve been working on one of the Star Destroyers. Being a medic made it easy for you to get to know the clone troopers, and they quickly considered you a friend. You did put a lot of effort into gaining their trust and friendship, after all. It has been somewhat of a running joke for the clones to pester you with strange remarks, altho everyone knows it’s all in good humor. Example? “Make sure to scan ALL of him.” “Shut it Trooper. Your checkup is next.”

The battalion you work with had been deployed for another battle planetside. Your small medical team remains safely on the ship, treating clones who are brought back. Days seem to blend. It’s hard keeping up with what is going on. All you can do is focus on taking care of the troopers. Your mind keeps going back to one individual in particular. Sometimes the clones brought in would tell you about the battle, or another would give you snippets while chatting during your breaks. It is during one of these on-break chats you find out the battle seems to be coming to an end. Thank the maker. It also means that said individual would be coming to see you soon.

You were just finishing a check-up when a colleague approaches you. “They punched a droid.” Queue the silence. “What?” Without any comment, your colleague shakes their head disapprovingly and hands you a datapad, leaving you to deal with it. The colleague was quick to put two and two together, having figured out your affection for the clone. You dismiss your patient currently in your care. After reading the file on the datapad, you can’t help but groan. Yep, t’s exactly who you expected it to be. After that revelation, you head off to see your next patient. You know they are waiting in your small office instead of the med bay.

There they sit in one of your chairs. Elbows on knees and tight furrowed brows. Something is obviously still bothering them. You quietly close and lock the doors behind you and make your way over to them. They still have yet to acknowledge you. You go to stand between their legs, startling them out of their thoughts, and take their bruised hands into yours. Carefully you place kisses on their bruised knuckles. “Always so strong, looking out for your brothers, always doing the best you can. Let me take care of you now.” Your words do something to them. Their expression shifts from vulnerable to one of adoration. A small smile makes its way onto their face. They stand up and take your face into their hands, looking at you intensely. The change suddenly makes you feel flustered. You dare not say more. They pull you in - arms wrapped around you tightly, their head falls onto your shoulder. You return the hug, drawing slow and soothing circles on their back. Some time passes by without anyone saying a word. The tension in their body starts to fade. They sigh and let go of you, the expression from before having been replaced with a relaxed one. “About your hands...” “One of the commando droids ‘roger roger’ed for the last time.” You snort. “Oh, I’m sure it did.”

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forgottenword · 4 years

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Nobody asked for this and I literally have other WIPs and I haven’t gotten around to posting ANYTHING. So here’s this.Also this is written not greatly. It’s my first time trying to write out a story, or even a snippet of one, in years. So bear with me, this is going to be a long journey of finding my style and enjoying writing again.ALSO be warned I did not proof read this (and i will mostly likely never be proof reading this) so um please ignore any typos.

WC: 1818

Hotch x Female Reader (Can be seen as platonic or romantic)

It’d been a hard case. But then again, when did you and the team come back and think “Oh, that one was easy.”? It was only around ten in the morning on a Friday when you all got back to Quantico, and while Hotch sent everyone home to rest for the weekend, you watched as he went straight into his office, closing his door behind him. You mentally rolled your eyes at him and instead of following his orders, you turned to follow the boss man.

“Where you going, pretty lady?” Derek called after you when you weren’t joining the team in the elevator. You stood hesitating, holding open the glass door separating the elevator from the bullpen. You didn’t need to say anything, and instead looked back at him and then back to the door of your chief.

“If anyone will get through to him it’s you, my beauty!” Penelope got out right before the slick metallic elevator doors sandwiched together. You took a deep breath, readying yourself for the stubbornness of a Hotchner.

You take a deep breath before you finally step into the bullpen, your go bag slung over your shoulder, letting the glass door swing gently shut behind you. You let your bag drop as you walk by your desk, already feeling ten times lighter, you make your way to Hotch’s office. After climbing the few steps to his office, you brace yourself for the conversation to come.

It’s true, what Penelope said, you’re the only one that’ll be able to pry Hotch from his work. You joined the team not long after Rossi, the two of you immediately bonding after he got over his lone wolf thing. It didn’t take long for you to bond with the rest of the team either, all of them soon taking you under their wing as a new profiler. However, it didn’t go the same with Hotch. Whether that was for the worse or the better, nobody knew. The two of you bickered constantly. He dropped his cold exterior when you were around and he became just a bit more human. The team didn’t know which they liked better, pre-you Hotch or the Hotch he became when you were around. You fought like siblings most of the time. The team used to tease that it was like the two of you were an old married couple, each other’s work spouse’s, but not anymore out of respect for Haley. Everyone noticed the way he’d smirk just slightly after a squabble between you two, before dropping back into unit chief mode.

But ever since that fateful day a few months back.... even you hadn’t been able to get Hotch to smile. He was working himself into the floor most days and was here earlier than he was before. Nobody dared mentioned his change in attitude, and nobody especially mentioned how the rest of the team all knew you had it in you to put the broken pieces of a man back together to get something at least close to the old Hotch back.

You shook your head of all these thoughts, you bring your knuckles to the smooth exterior of the door, and knocked. You stood for a moment, waiting for his signal to come in, but it never came. Your eyebrows creased on your forehead, your worry lines coming through. You knock again, and once again, no answer. You sigh, and take a step to the side, peaking through his office window. You weren’t surprised to find the man slumped over his work, his eyebrows knitted closed together on his face as he quickly fills out form after form on his desk.

“Fuck it,” You mumble to yourself. God, I really need sleep I’m talking to myself now. You crack the door open enough to slip your head in, you clear your throat, hoping to catch the attention of your superior. Luckily, for you, he looked up at the sudden noise that broke the silence of his office.

“Y/l/n, what are you still doing here? I thought I told everyone to take the day.” He looked up at you for what seemed like a millisecond before his eyes drifted back down to his work. You took this as a your queue to take a small step into the room.

“You did sir, but you said everyone, yet you’re still here.” You kept your tone more formal, you haven’t been your usual self since..

He sighed. “Y/l/n, I really don’t have time for your games right now. Now go home and get some rest, that’s an order.” This time he looked up at you, meeting your eye.

“With all due respect sir, I can’t do that until you agree to leave too.” His eyes hardened as you didn’t take his order, you did your best to not let your eye contact waiver. You prepared yourself for this battle with him before coming in, you weren’t going down with a fight. He dropped his pen and straightened up now. “Y/n, I won’t ask again.”

“Then I won’t be refusing again.” Your crossed your arms over your chest, a determined look taking residence on your face. “Y/n, I don’t have time for this.”

“Then I think it’s time we both head out then. Come on you’ve got Jack waiting up on you and here you are-“ Your pestering sentence was interrupted but a much sharper, harsher one. “Don’t you tell me how and when to parent my son y/l/n.”

“Hotch, god no, I didn’t mean to sir. I’m sorry.” You turned to leave, feeling that you’ve overstayed your welcome and that you wouldn’t be getting through to him this time. “I’ll see you Monday, sir.” You were halfway out the door when his voice stopped you, this time much softer.

“Y/n wait.” His voice was apologetic as he leaned back in his chair, fully looking at you. “I’m sorry for snapping at you. These last few months have just been..” He ran a hand over his face, not being able to finish the sentence.

“Oh, Aaron, believe me, I know. I don’t need you to spell it out for me.” You stared at him, locking eyes and an intense feeling filled the air. After what seemed like hours, you cleared your throat. “I didn’t mean to overstep just then, I just want you to take care of yourself too, sir.”

You watched as he seems to crumble under your words. His tough, put-together facade falling. “You’re here for all of us when we need to take a moment to get ourselves together You allow us to confide in you and let us know you’ll stay strong for us when we can’t. You’re allowed to do that same, Aaron.” His eyes were now trained on the desk, his jaw tight as he clenched his teeth. You knew if he let himself relax he might break, and Aaron Hotchner did not let others see him with his walls down.

“Y/n..” If you were surprised by his use of your first name, you didn’t show it. “I don’t know how to be a good father and a good unit chief. I..” His took a shuddering breath. “I’m afraid.”

“Afraid of what?” You asked as softly as you could.

“Afraid of failing both Jack and the team.” His voice broke at his son’s name. He seemed to be one word away from allowing his mind to take him.

You’d never heard our chief, my boss, sound so broken and lost. The man whose face is made of stone, unchanging and firm, the man who could weather any storm, the man who beat a man into the floorboards our of anger, grief, and to protect his son, looked like a child, his wall down and his vulnerability shining through. He was like a great oak tree, roots running deep, roots that would keep him grounded no matter what might come at him, but right now he looked as if he might allow the current storm take him. You couldn’t allow that.

“Let’s go home Aaron.” You said ever so softly, taking the smallest of steps towards his desk, as if you were approaching a frightened animal. His eyes snapped to yours at the mention of home, don’t read into that, and he took one last, defeated, sigh.

He just sat there, a little blankly, as you cleaned up his desk. After papers into his briefcase, grabbing old coffee cups to be dropped off in the kitchenette, and turning off his lamp, you turned to him expectantly. He was so lost in thought he wasn’t pulled out of his head until you had his chaired turned towards you and your hand was holding his, pulling gently. You gave him a gentle smile, one that just barely pulled at the corners of your mouth, and squeezed his hand. I’m here.

He allowed you to take him to your car and to drive him to his house where Jess was with a young Jack. You walked him to the door and before knocking you turned towards him. He stared ahead, his eyes fogged over by the heavy thoughts in his head.

“Aaron, go he a dad for the weekend, okay? We’ll manage without you if we get a case.” Your words startled him out of his thoughts, and the ending caused him to have a look you couldn’t decipher on his face, sadness perhaps. “It’s only a few days and Reid can probably give you a statistic on how likely it is we’d actually get called in on our weekend off. Any longer without you and all hell’d break loose.”

Your reassurance made his worry lines lessen slightly before he knocked on the door and was welcomed in by his family. You didn’t miss the way Jess looked from you and Aaron, an unreadable look on her face.

Later that night you stopped by with takeout for the three of them from one of Hotch’s favorite local business, and a batch of your famous chocolate chip cookies. You didn’t leave without giving him another warning to not come in.

*******

You weren’t surprised the next morning to see Hotch coming in, albeit an hour or so later than usual. In lieu, he was surprised to see not only you, but the entire team working at their desks on their Saturday off. He didn’t need to ask why they were there or who was behind it. Instead he just took a moment to stare at the back of your head as you spoke animatedly to Derek and Reid. He got the message loud and clear this time, especially considering you hand wrote “We’re here” largely on a piece of paper and stuck it to his desk.

He smiled to himself. Maybe he wasn’t as alone in this dark world as he thought he was. Maybe he’d found his light.

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wonderlandleighleigh · 4 years

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On fan engagement!

I keep seeing people get upset about their fics not being reblogged.

Let me see if i can break this down in like...a marketing way. Having spent some time doing some marketing junk.

Likes are likes. They are pretty standard. We equate them to Kudos on AO3, thumbs up on Facebook, hearts on Twitter...and just...they’re likes. they’re great! They show you that there is interest in what you’re doing. Someone read it, or saw it, and said “that’s great!” And they smashed that like button.

Reblogs...are a little more like buys, because there’s more of a commitment in reblogging: putting it in the queue, tagging, commenting...If a user reblogs a post, that means that it really meant something to them. It is special. It fits into what their own blog is about; their internet lifestyle. They want to see that on their own blog and they want their followers to see it, too.

If we’re equating reblogs to buys, you can assume that 5% of people who liked your post, will reblog. Because generally, if we’re talking media, you can expect 5% of the people who gave your advertising post a like to buy it.

So! If I have 39 notes on one of my posts, then about 2 people might reblog that post. More than that? Cool. That post with 39 notes got 6 reblogs, which is 15%. Woohoo! I have a post with 144 notes, and 13 of those are reblogs. That’s a little over 9%. I’ll take it!

I have some posts with a thousand or two thousand notes. I have some that only have 3. I posted a big, long snippet from my big West Wing/DC Comics/Marvel Comics/Chuck crossover last week? It only got 10 notes. It got 1 reblog. And I know i’m lucky to get that much engagement on that post, because it’s niche. I know that if I write Star Wars, I’ll likely get more engagement. If I write Batman I’ll likely get less than Star Wars, but I’ll probably get a good amount. If I post SPN fic...well...*hears the crickets because she doesn’t write Dean/Cas* You get my drift.

After...what? 11 years on Tumblr? You learn your trends.

Look, while it’s always ALWAYS appreciated when someone gives me a reblog, likes are also super great! It doesn’t bother me that so many people like instead of reblog. That doesn’t mean they didn’t like my work. That doesn’t mean they don’t like me.

It just doesn’t fit with their internet lifestyle. Maybe they’re an ATLA blog that reads Star Wars or Batman fic, but doesn’t want to put other fandoms on their blog. Maybe they only have an art blog, and want to keep it specifically for their art.

Maybe they just don’t want to.

It’s not personal. It’s not meant to hurt a writer or artist, and it’s wild to me to see many creators shame and guilt users for merely liking their posts. I think I even saw someone tell users that they should make a secondary blog for reblogs.

Some of us don’t have the emotional or mental bandwidth to keep up with two blogs. Some people don’t want to.

Tumblr will probably not make you famous. Tumblr generally won’t bring you outside world success. This is supposed to be fun. If you’re not having any fun, I think maybe reevaluating why you do what you do might be a good call.

In the meantime, thank you to everyone who takes time out of their hellish lives in this horrific dystopian year to read my fic. I appreciate you, likes, reblogs, weird anon notes, and all. <3

#Leigh Thinks about stuff #fan engagement marketing your work and the politics of notes

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cirrus-lily · 4 years

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mocha frappuccino - m. armstrong

author : @cirrus-lily

pairing : marcus armstrong x fem!reader

other character(s) : none

genre : fluff ; one-shot ; barista!marcus

fandom : formula two - motorsport

warning(s) : none

word count : 1.1k

summary : maybe having the constant of a mocha frappuccino would lead to new beginnings.

a/n : i actually loved this au so much it gave me so many ideas geez stop me

today was your first day of university, and to say you were afraid was an understatement. you had moved to christchurch, new zealand to pursue your studies - and now you were 5 million miles away from everything you had ever known (okay, maybe 5 million miles was an exaggeration, but it was still far).

why did you even decide to come here all on your own? sometimes you seriously questioned your life decisions.

while walking around the city last week, you noticed that there was a starbucks present along the route to the university, feeling some comfort in the fact that your daily coffee would remain a constant.

walking into starbucks, you approached the counter, where a guy around your age stood.

"can i have a mocha frappuccino with no whipped cream to go please?" you ask, and he takes down your order.

"your name?"

"y/n."

"pretty name for a pretty girl like you," he says, scribbling down your name on the cup, a smirk forming on his features, a pink tint colouring yours.

maybe studying here wasn't the worst decision you'd made.

—

as the weeks pass, he memorises your order, not even needing to ask before he takes a cup and writes your name down.

you couldn't lie to yourself - you were kinda crushing on him. he was cute, and the assured manner with which he flirted with you every morning sent your stomach into flutters.

today, even before you reach the counter, he picks up a cup, scribbling down your name and passing it to his co-worker.

as you take out your credit card to pay, he begins to speak.

"you're not from around here, are you?" he questions, eyebrow raised as he scans your card and does what is required. it seemed your accent had given you away again.

"yea, i'm from ||hometown||, but i moved here to attend university," you reply honestly, seeing no reason to lie to him.

a smirk spreads over his features - a look you were used to, yet it made your heart flutter just a little.

"so, you're not just a pretty face - i like that," he replied, and you could hear the sincerity in his voice beyond his flirtatious nature, making you smile - yet the colour rushes to your face, and you can't look him straight in the eye.

suddenly, a small burst of courage surges through you, causing a question to unintentionally fall off your lips.

"i don't think it's fair that you know my name and i don't know yours, is it?"

he smiles as he hands your credit card back to you, your fingertips brushing his for longer than they should.

"marcus, marcus armstrong - your local starbucks barista," his smile turns into a smirk, before he calls for the next customer and you have to leave the queue.

as you pick up your mocha frappuccino that day, there's a heart signed next to your name, that is on every single cup from that day on.

—

today was the final day of the first semester, and you were glad half the year was over. you'd enjoyed studying her - new zealand truly was an amazing place.

it also marked half a year crushing on your local starbucks barista.

even through short snippets of conversation at the counter, he made you fall for his relaxed nature, his smile, his signature smirk.

you had begun to keep some of the cups he'd give you each morning, some with little notes when you came in with piles of notes in hand ('good luck for your test' was written on those days), some with absolutely stupid things (one said 'are you sure you want a mocha frappuccino every bloody morning?'), and some with sweet little compliments ('you have pretty eyes' showed up on your cup one morning).

the little notes on the cups often gave you something to discuss while paying for your drink the next day, keeping the conversation going, and it seemed to do just that.

until today.

this morning, he'd already prepared your cup before you entered the shop - he knew what time you walked into the store at this point.

it was the usual - you began talking about yesterday's cup note - it was some pun that wasn't even funny, which you had to point out - while paying at the counter, and him wishing you a good day before calling the next customer over.

however, when picking up the cup for the day, you were shocked.

below your name - with it's accompanying heart - was a phone number, along with the words 'call me maybe?' written in marcus' messy scrawl.

firstly, you were kinda shocked that it took him a whole semester, but above all else, you were shocked that he'd passed his number on to you.

but since the message said to call him, that's exactly what you chose to do.

"hello? this is marcus, who is this?"

you giggle over the phone when you realise he had no idea it was you.

"it's me, y/n, the starbucks girl, remember? your number was on the cup this morning, so i took you up on the offer to call you."

he laughs, and you smile. his laugh was something you could get used to hearing.

"glad you took my offer up. left my number for ya because i wanted to take you out for a day, maybe make you my girlfriend by the end of it?"

you felt as if you could hear his smirk through the call, and decide for the first time, maybe it was time for you to keep your ego from inflating further.

"making me your girlfriend after the first date?" you question, and yet you know his smirk does not faulter.

"i need just one date to make you fall for me, love," he responds, making your heart flutter at the nickname, but you won't let it go so easily.

"you think you can woo me with just one date?" you shoot back, but at this point both of you were just messing with the other, the smile on your face widening.

"absolutely," he replies, confidence oozing from his voice.

not wanting him to get the satisfaction just yet, you teased, "we'll see about that."

he laughs on the other end, and you swear your smile becomes brighter than it has ever been.

"we'll settle the details over text, yea?" he asks, and you nod, forgetting he cannot see you, before replying.

"yea, we'll do that. see you tomorrow morning?"

"see you tomorrow, darlin'," he replies back, before hanging up.

and oh, was he right about you falling after just one date.

#marcus armstrong #f2 #fanfiction #i'm very proud of this okay #also marcus is So Smooth #also from my oneshots book lmao #w: mocha frappuccino

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metanoiamorii · 3 years

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Last Line tag

Since I was tagged by both @writingamongthecoloredroses & @hazard-writes, I'll give you the full little scene I wrote yesterday:

Context for those interested: this is set in the WAY past before chaos becomes a problem in my shit. This is... Honestly, essentially what starts all the chaos being a problem. You'll meet Dami later today. In here, think of him as the equivalent of thirteen/sixteen, in that range.

I have to work on Isfétte, but I'm likely to queue them next since they're amazing.

I'll go ahead and put it under a cut and tag: @harehearts, @unholieds, @northernrosewritings, @little-boats-on-a-lake, and anyone else that would like to do this!

"Tell me, Princeling." Isfétte brushes back the hair from their face, behind their ears and to tumble down their shoulders. "What shall you do with your existence?" The question all of them have to answer... eventually. They had settled to serve the Tyrant, he allowed them their chaos and paid little heed to them... But they had grown bored. It's why they were here now.

At the question, Dámianus shrugs. "Assist my father? What else am I to do?" For the longest time now, he had assisted his father, done his dirty work and ensured their family held their crown.

Isfétte tsks hard. The answer wasn't one they had wished to hear. "Come now... That cannot possibly be what you truly desire to do with your existence."

Dámianus shrugs once more. It's not something he has thought about before, nor something he would think of. "I am quite content."

"No. You aren't." Isfétte presses. The words are a sharp hiss as their eyes draw into a tight scowl.

Dámianus returns the look in kind. "I. Am."

"Do not dare lie to me, Princeling!" Once more, Isfétte hisses. Their eyebrow twitches to betray their annoyance. "You are destined for so much more, I refuse to allow you to settle!"

Again, someone was telling him that. Destined for more. He didn't see it. His eyes roll, in annoyance his tail flicks behind him.

Having enough, Isfétte rose to their feet. Their hand grabbed the boy by the scruff of his neck and pulled him to his feet. "If you will not believe me, then we will pay a trip to the Dreamer!"

Immediately, Dámianus protested and began his squirming, to get out of the grasp. "The what—?!"

Isfétte tightened their grip and dragged the boy behind him. "The Dreamer! He cannot lie! You will believe him— us!"

And I'll go ahead and tag my general list to enjoy the snippet:

@endlesshourglass, @makeitmonstrous, @writerray, @poore-choice-of-words, @unholieds, @little-boats-on-a-lake, @cecilsstorycorner, @notugalan, @hazard-writes, @hekat-ie, @violetwrites

If you'd like to be added or removed, please let me know 💕

#Tag game #Last line game #Last line tag #My writing #Writeblr #Oc: Dami #Oc: Isfétte #I love their friendship so much y'all #I have another snippet from when they both meet #And ugh #Their friendship is just goals alright?#Dami is a little hellion and Isfétte just encourages it #Everyone needs an Isfétte in their life #Isfétte is just... Amazing #Alright?#I can't praise them enough

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