#I’m forever grateful for fanfic writers

[silver-of-dragons]

ARE YOU OUT OF FIC IDEAS???

Pick up one of my many abandoned works! Please!

If you’re a part of the Marauders fandom or are willing to adapt a fic to fit your own, then my fics are yours for the taking! As long as you credit me with links to my account and og fic, I will gladly hand over my babies with any notes/extra scenes I have hidden in my archives.

take your pick!:

I’m also willing to give up abandoned drafts and/or prompts that never got posted and are collecting dust. I’m only a DM away.

#pls bc I love these so much but prob won’t be able to finish most #if someone can breathe life into my silly little stories #and give them the beautiful journey they deserve #I will be forever grateful #I’m not excpecting much reception but #just in case #ao3 #fanfic #fanfiction #marauders #jegulus #archive of our own #the marauders #fic #fics #fic writers #fanfiction writer #my fic writing #adopt-a-fic

[galvanizedfriend]

HIII if you don’t mind sharing, what are your fav klaroline fics? New and old, I’m in need of new reads 🙏

I'm probably not the best person to be doing new fic recs. 🥲 I have sadly not been reading that much Klaroline myself these days. When I do read fic, it's for other stuff. So my recs are either old or new-ish. 😂 But hopefully you can find something to your liking that haven't read yet here.

Buckle up because I took my sweet time with this list, nonnie.

. Inertia Overcome by @avari20

The first KC fanfic I remember reading the reason why I finally got pulled into the fandom after years of watching TVD as a reasonable spectator (so rly, if you guys can't stand to see me around anymore after all this time, it's this fic's fault for being so good). Honestly one of this fandom's statement works. If you haven't read it yet, please do.

. Timeless by @marvelouskatie

Same as the above. One of the most iconic KC fics of all time imho. The canon AU to end all canon AU. When I first decided to come out of the shadows and create a tumblr and actually start interacting with folks, this was the first fic that was recced to me. I was very grateful then, and now I'm here to pass this knowledge on.

. Picturesque by @supernutellastuff

Honestly of the sweetest, most heartwarming fics I've ever read! It's a human AU that's a How I Met Your Mother sort of adaptation, and honestly the first time I've ever enjoyed HIMYM. I love a good ensemble fic and this is just it! Supernutella is so talented.

. Quiet Light by @definedareasofuncertainty

This fic was WRITTEN FOR ME because of how much I pestered my friend Luiza about Carolijah and this will forever feel like a trophy to my heart. 🥰 It made me feel ALL THE FEELINGS. I hated Caroline, I loved Caroline, I loved my baby Elijah, I hated him, I also hated Klaus (he's such a fucking asshole omfg), but then the end was just DHAGHDDASAS!! You think you're in for a certain kind of story and it turns out to be so much more. It is, deep down, about the brothers, how selfish they are, how they can hurt each other more than anyone, but how they love one another above anything else, even when they want to kill each other (and fall in love with their brother's girl!!!). It's beautiful, like everything Luiza writes, and it genuinely made me cry.

. long limbs and frozen swim by @definedareasofuncertainty

I saw a discussion the other day about how whoever wrote this fic JUST GOT IT, and I have to say I completely agree with the person who made that comment. Luiza just NAILS Caroline's grief and loneliness after her mother's death, how isolating and gut-wrenching it is. Klaus being the person who finds her, who knows exactly what to say without her ever having to spell it out, the one who can truly see her, is so honest too. This fic is sensitive and absolutely beautiful. Luiza's writing is perfection and this is for sure one of my all-time favorites.

. Whisper to me, Help me remember by @lalainajanes

This story reimagines the plot with the "villains" of TO S3 in a way that proves my point that the premise of that season was good, but execution was absolute crap. All of the potential the De Martels had to be incredible antagonists was completely destroyed at the hands of the show writers - but explored to perfection by Laine's much more capable hands. Klaus is freed after 10 years in captivity to find that Caroline had been working with Tristan this whole time in order to take him down - except something is not quite right about that. While you're at it, please read all of Laine's fics! It's a delight.

. Into the Woods by @jinxedwood

I wept when I read this because it's the post-TO canon fic I didn't even know I needed. Caroline's search for a way to stop her twins' merger ends up leading her to someone who's been watching over her on the Other Side. 😭 I thought I'd always rather live in denial when it came to how TO ended, but this fic made my heart so full! Also, jinxedwood's use of fae mythology here was incredible.

. All I Need by @euvixen

This story is HOT. It taught me things about the werewolf AU universe I was not prepared to learn, but I am a much happier person after reading it. It's a canon mates AU that will leave you 🥵🥵🥵🥵 I speak as though the story was merely about the smut, but it's actually much more than that. A TVD S3 reimagine of sorts that is incredibly satisfying. That's my favorite season of TVD, but this is still even better.

. the birth and death of the day by @little-miss-sunny-daisy

Anyone who's known me for a some time knows how this fic was my entire personality for a while there. I'm obsessed with Kelly's writing, and I have this fic on a freaking pedestal. I first started reading it when it was on a six years hiatus, and I was *so* into it I didn't even bother me that it might never get updated because it was so good I was just happy I'd found it. But then my silly comments inspired Kelly to come back to it, finish it, and it has honestly been my greatest accomplishment as a part of this fandom because this is a masterpiece. It's a TVD/Supernatural crossover where Caroline is a step-sister to the Superbros. It's truly, truly epic, with beautiful writing. This could genuinely be a show. It's amazing, just read it.

. this is a harvest by @highgaarden

This, right here, is the perfect Klaroline-within-canon story. This is the story that put my revolt to rest and gave my spirit some much deserved peace where those two are concerned. This is exactly what canon should've been like. I'm not even joking, this is IT. If you'd asked me what I thought the perfect Klaroline development should be like I probably would've said something very vague because I couldn’t explain it, I’m not that great or creative a writer, but now I can just show you this story and let you bask in the amazingness of a fantastic read that will not only keep you thoroughly entertained, but will also be the answer to all the questions you didn't even know you had.

. Paradise Lost by Borzoi

When i grow up, I want to learn how to write like Borzoi. All of their fics are incredible novella-like reads. It's addictive. And this is probably my favorite (it varies though, sometimes I'm in a Parisian Deal era). What happens after Klaus and Caroline sleep together in 5x11, and how they eventually find their way back to each other. It's just one of those stories that you can't stop reading after you start. It's so rich, so deep, so perfectly IC. One of those fics to end all fics.

. The Stubborn Grace of Being Loved Regardless by @helpless-in-sleep One of the modern day classics, if you will. This fic is such a stunning, vivid and delicate picture of Caroline's mind as she was dealing with the consequences of the abuse she suffered at the hands of Damon. She's still human, but she's probably more IC than we've seen her ever on the show when it comes to this. The bond she forms with Klaus is truly incredible too, and speaks a lot of how the two of them really do have a lot in common (even with Caroline still as a human), but it's really the Caroline study part of the story that touches me. The writing is absolutely beautiful as well.

. it takes a while to settle down by theviolinist

This story is a punch to your stomach, but it is PERFECTION in 8k words. It's hot, it's bittersweet, it's SO in character and, in my head, I kinda like to pretend that this is what happened before Caroline married Stefan. lol

. Wanderlust by @bellemorte180 Anybody who was a part of fandom around the time this story was being published can tell you how much of an EVENT it was. There were discussion groups about the mystery. It was so entertaining. Erica's attention to detail and how she wove the little clues throughout the chapters made this a genuine thriller. I particularly some of the side-characters here. It's honestly another fandom staple I think everyone should read.

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In terms of newer fics that I can rec you, I have two that are on my TBR. One of them is a WIP that I've been slowly going through, and the other one I know was recently finished.

. make them bow by @stars-and-darkness

This was recced to me by two friends recently and I started reading it a while back and thought it was incredible! I have sadly been awful with keeping up with stuff, but just based on the raving reviews and the five chapters I read, I fully believe it to be just as awesome as it seems to be. The writing was so good, and I was just in love with Klaus' voice in this story. It was so reminescent of early-days TVD Klaus, which is by far my favorite Klaus of all. Sexy and dangerous and so smooth. I loved it! Need to get back to it.

. Wolf Club by @Radioactive79

Listen, if you like kid fics, this is absolutely for you. The whole story is narrated by an eight-year-old OC, the daughter of Ray Sutton, the first werewolf Klaus kills when he's trying to start his mass-production of hybrids. She's a little wolf herself, and a while little thing who was subjected to her fair share of child trauma. Klaus has no idea what to do with her, but ends up taking her with him as continues on his journey, and ends up forging a bond with the little girl. I cannot tell you how delicious this story is. It has Klaroline, yes, but for me the little girl is the absolute star of the company. I usually hate OCs, especially children, in fics, but this one is AMAZING. Seriously. The way this story is written is glorious. I can't recommend it enough.

#klaroline #klaroline fanfic rec #klaroline fanfiction #yokan answers #it's been a minute since i wrote such a long rec list! #i know i have some followers that are new-ish in fandom so i hope this might introduce some old classics to them #honestly this is all better than anything i've ever written #i'm spoiling y'all #hope you still want to read my crappy fics after going through this list nonnie lol #long post

[2chopsticks2eyes]

Masterlist

CURRENT # OF REQUESTS: 10

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What You Deserve - Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3

The Feeling is Mutual

Pet names

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Well Shit

Don't Play Dumb

Anger Management

Numb - Part 1 (Concept photos)

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Naughty Minsung Roommate

Of Course You’ve Got to Help Him Out!

Oh Baby, How You Haunt Me So...

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[arabaka]

Thank you and Goodbye!

If you’re reading this, thank you.

I sincerely apologize to anyone I may have hurt with my earlier, somewhat hasty announcement. I have been struggling a lot in my personal life and creatively. In the last few months, I’ve experienced so much loss and have uncovered a lot of what I now realize was childhood trauma in an abusive household. Being an adult and realizing this is more painful than I can ever explain.

I may sound silly, writing all this to explain what ultimately is a decision I am happy with, but my trauma response is to overexplain because I don’t want to be misconstrued. Plus, this way I feel like we’re talking side-by-side like buddies. 

I understand if this “flip-flopping” has hurt you and I apologize for such a drastic announcement made from what I should have seen was an episode.

The reason I broke down is simply because I’ve had it. I wrote about how I felt useless and unappreciated but nothing I do will ever be to manipulate feelings or a situation. I broke down crying because of the love and work I put in not getting recognized and if you’re an artist in this social-media age of rapid consumption… You understand.

All that being said, I’ll continue producing for AO3 only and leaving Tumblr. The way fanfic is produced and consumed on this site isn’t ideal for me. With AO3, I feel like I can engage with people more and feel like I’m part of a community.

I beg of you, please support your favorite writers. Please. I understand why so many writers on here have left. It's really saddening but it is what it is.

My username on AO3 is the same here: arabaka (forever and always!)

This blog has been the source of some really great (and some really bad) times and regardless... I'm grateful. Grateful for every interaction and every friend.

Thank you! 

xoxo Jackie 

“arabaka”

#and i will be replying to people who reached out to me but i have to pick up 2 of my cats from the vet hospital

[gudfornuthin]

Hey✨

Can u write maybe a fanfic with Bernard the elf who fall in love with f!reader (Scott’s daughter)

Maybe mix fluff and smut together ♥️

Thanks 👉🏼👈🏼

Love Knows No Bounds

Bernard the Elf x reader

After a particularly bad breakup, you question whether love is destined for you. Perhaps a certain head elf will change your mind.

A/N: thank you so much for the request! Sorry it took so long, writers block has been a pain in the ass recently. This is mainly fluff as I’m not great with writing smut but I’ve tried to add a lil spice. Hope you enjoy❤️

Being the daughter of Santa Claus had it’s ups and downs. Having the chance to travel to the North Pole every Christmas to see where the magic happens is great. But since your dad took on the role as jolly old Saint Nick, you’ve seen him significantly less than you used to. He’d always been a busy man, but unsurprisingly having to provide toys for children around the world annually made it increasingly harder to find the time to spend with him.

However this year would be different. As you’d be spending the entire Christmas period at the North Pole, seeing your dad and the elves in action. It was all very exciting. Helping out in any way possible, waking up on Christmas morning, knowing that it would’ve snowed the night before. But there was one thing you were most excited for. Getting to see your favourite elf, Bernard.

The first time you met, he was anything but warm and welcoming. With the clear tension between him and your dad, the new appointed Santa Claus, there was no doubt going to be bad blood with you too. But overtime, you broke that wall he’d built around himself, and was soon introduced to the kind, loving Bernard. And it was perfect. You were happy to call him your friend.

After a long and tiresome ride up to your dad’s place of work, all you wanted to do was relax before the busy days ahead. You also needed time to get your mind off of the only thing you couldn’t stop dwelling on. Your ex. Almost 4 years into the relationship and he decides to shut it down this close to Christmas. Over text too. It made you question whether the whole notion of relationships and falling in love was worth it. Whether you were destined to be alone forever.

You make your way through to the workshop, hoping to find who you were looking for. Thankfully, he’s there, looking grumpy and stressed like he always does. Bernard glances over and does a double take, his expression changing once he sees you.

“Y/N!” He exclaims, getting strange looks from the other elves. He clears his throat in embarrassment and wonders quickly over to you, wishing he hadn’t shown how overjoyed he was. You smile, glad to know you’re the one who can positively change his mood.

“I’ve been so busy I forgot you were staying here for a while.” That was an absolute lie and Bernard knew that, but he didn’t want to show how long he’d been waiting for your arrival.

He didn’t realise when the feelings for you started. You’d only hung around each other a few times, and most of those were with your dad in the room. But there was something about you. He couldn’t get you out of his mind.

“How’ve you been?” He asks

You huff out a breath and smile tightly, not wanting to get into what you were going through at this moment. “I’m good, great really.”

The head elf immediately knows you’re not telling the truth. The short reply, and unconvincing smile, it wasn’t like you. He chooses not to push further, hoping to get a moment alone with you later. He nods and leads you over to the naughty and nice lists, excited to show you the work they’ve been doing.

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After a long and strenuous day of sorting out presents and baking cookies, you were grateful to be falling into the king sized bed for a much needed nap. However, that moment was quickly broken due to a knock at your door. You groan and sit up.

“Yeah it’s open!”

Bernard slowly peeks his head through, a crooked smile dons his face.

“Hope I’m not intruding, but I bought something you may like.”

He enters fully and you see him holding a tray. You smell the sweet aroma and realise it’s Trudy’s famous hot cocoa. You nod, a sign for Bernard to make his way over to you with the drinks, sitting down on the bed and handing you a mug. You breath deep and take a sip, the rich chocolate hitting you.

“Thank you.”

Bernard takes a sip himself. “No problem. Thought you might need it.”

You sit in silence for a moment, relinquishing the feeling of being at the North Pole, and what you left behind at home. The head elf looks over at you, your eyes closed and your breathing slow. He desperately wants to ask what’s bothering you, but waits. He doesn’t want to push. At last, you break.

“Have you ever been in love?” Your question hits Bernard like a truck, almost choking on the hot beverage. That wasn’t the question he expected. He coughs a few times and turns to face you.

“Uhh… not really. I don’t think so at least. Why, have you?”

You laugh, rolling your eyes and making him think he said something wrong.

“I don’t even know. I thought I was. Thought I found the one. Or maybe I was just so desperate for love that I chose to settle for something less than perfect. I was blinded by it. And I watched it all fall apart. Four years for nothing but a broken heart.”

If Bernard wasn’t speechless before, he most certainly was now. He had no idea who you were talking about, but the thought of someone breaking your heart killed him inside. You. The perfect, beautiful, kind, you. He wanted to comfort you, tell you that it would be alright and that it would pass over time. But I’m reality, he had no idea. Like he’d said, he’d never been in love. Well, his current feelings were uncertain. Love maybe not, but overtime he could see these emotions growing stronger for you. Sending another bout of silence brewing, he speaks up.

“I’m guessing this is about some guy from home that you were with?” Bernard queries and you raise your eyebrows as if agreeing with the obvious. “Well, this might not help, but I’ll be the first to say he’s an idiot.”

You stifle a laugh, a small smirk appearing on your face. He’s glad he can get that reaction from you. He continues talking.

“He’s an idiot for letting go of something so perfect. Someone who puts others before themselves. Someone who cares so deeply, they’re willing to get hurt to protect others.”

You look Bernard in the eyes, stunned by his words and unsure how to respond. His voice is wavering, but he carries on.

“And… it pains me to hear you think like that. To think you should settle for something, for someone, less than you deserve. And you, Y/N, you deserve everything. You deserve the world and more.”

Bernard is unsure if his words reach you, feeling as if he’s floating outside his body. He’s confused as to where this all came from, worried it’ll scare you away and you’ll never want to speak to him again. But then you move closer to him and speak up.

“Maybe I’ve been looking in the wrong places.”

“Maybe you have.”

Neither of you know who leans in first, but suddenly your lips are locked, your hands cupping his face and his holding your waist. You deepen the kiss, sliding your hand down to Bernard’s chest, moving his shirt aside slightly. He gasps and you take it as a chance to slip your tongue into his mouth. The room feels hot, Bernard’s cheeks rosier than usual, and your palms clammy.

You lean back, pulling him with you in the process, until his laying on top. Bernard moves his kisses to your neck, sucking a specific spot. That’ll definitely leave a mark tomorrow. You pull his hair, warning him about it, but he pays no mind, working further down to your cleavage. He’s passionate, wanting you to feel special and important, unlike your ex. It’s bliss. You pull him back up for another heated kiss, finding it hard not to smile wide. He notices and smiles back.

“Maybe I should visit more often.”

“Maybe you should.”

#bernard the elf x reader #bernard x reader #bernard the elf #x reader #the santa clause #david krumholtz #the santa clauses

[a-sentimental-man]

fan artists are so appreciated and i'm forever grateful for it but... i can't help but notice that you don't appreciate fanfic writers enough? like we're all like, reblog and like their stuff when an artist posts but where's the same energy for writers? where's the kudos and comments? i’m tired of y’all taking us for granted when our work takes a lot of time and we’re doing it for free to boot

#and also #fan artists are KNOWN for their work #but with writers? #that’s only the case with like a VERY few #and even then that’s a subset of the most popular authors on ao3 #i’m just reallt fucking tired of it #i love fan artists and they deserve every bit of the love though #but i’m just saying #harry potter #catradora #drarry #wolfstar #artemis fowl #she ra #marvel #good omens #bnha #bakudeku

[edsbacktattoo]

hi lets show some love for our mutuals. tag your favorite mutuals and tell them why you love them

oooh bet u thought i forgot about u anon. i didn’t. i’ve been here. scheming and plotting. and i am soooo full of love to give. hold onto your hats

i’m putting the gushing under a cut because this post is getting too long haha whoopsie

@tisziny my darling beloved and dearly cherished friend. one of the first people to reach out to me and i am eternally grateful for their wonderful heart and friendship. my sweetest cheese! 🧀 an incredibly skilled writer and artist who i sincerely admire <3 not enough words to describe my love for them tbh

@skysofrey kaitlin my beautiful and cherished friend and wife. we were cut of the same cloth and then separated at birth but we defied to odds and joined forces anyway! so insightful and kind and sweet and hilarious and overall wonderful (and also sooooo pretty have u guys seen my wife she’s sooooo pretty wtf) 🖤💜❤️

@blackbeardskneebrace miles blackbeardskneebrace the absolute marvel that you are <3 so incredibly nice and extraordinarily talented! every time they post art it adds 100000 years to my lifespan and puts tears in my eyes. genuinely astounding

@blakbonnet despite the angst and antagonising me for Ed’s beard, i will always love Meow with my whole chest. and she can do it all!!! she writes, makes art, makes gifs! she’s even funny and smart and hot and NICE! save some for the rest of us babe come on <3

@gentlebeard ohhhh my sweet wonderful Ella (now with a new and improved url!) so incredibly kind and friendly! always willing for a hot makeout session in the bathroom and will gladly kill someone to defend your honour (i’ve seen her do it). makes edits that make you laugh and then WHABAM!! another that makes you feel like your lungs are being pulled out. love you ella <3

@snake-snack-stede we all know that olivia is the funniest mfer on this whole idiot website. it’s literally not even a contest. but did you guys know she’s also extraordinarily talented? she makes art and animates and makes edits that are gorgeous to look at. also i’m in love with her. she’s the sweetest candy apple at the fair and i’m a snot-nosed kid with an appetite.

@flightoftheconnie sex on legs. i become hot and flustered and feint when i think of her. makes me blush and giggle and kick my feet and she’s funny and smart and hot enough to be in a gallery but she’s here with us instead. give her kisses or die by my sword

@bizarrelittlemew we may not talk often but goodness gracious do i adore you 🥹 my god you’re hilarious and you make some of the most gorgeous gifs ive ever put my gay little eyes on. and yet another blessing to the world of ofmd fanfic <3

@saltpepperbeard JODI!!!!!! if jodi has a billion fans i’m one of them. if she has 100 fans i’m one of them. if Jodi has 0 fans then i’m dead. literally so sweet and kind and enthusiastic and an absolute treasure. and my GOODNESS can she write!! her work feels like a warm hug (just like her!)

@sherlockig literally too hot to be on the hellsite with us but we are so blessed to have her. an absolute TREASURE to this fandom and to anyone who knows her. the amount of lockscreens i’ve got that are just alexz screengrabs is absolutely insane. thank you for all your work i love you forever

@dickfuckk josh — a living breathing legend. any time you need a file? a link? an image? josh has got your back. one of the funniest people i’ve ever interacted with. also makes edits devastating enough to kill a man <3

@xoxoemynn Em my wonderful Cherub From Heaven!!! pure charm and grace, and one of the most enthusiastic and delightful people i’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing. such an accomplished and skilled writer as well!

@vampirebutterflies my #1 date to the observatory and my partner in crime <33 so effortlessly funny and kind and has the best taste in music ever. every single song they’ve sent me has been an absolute banger and has been put in the frequent rotation (huge shoutout to Vacations)

@bunnyandthejets my dear and darling friend Bunny who is so incredibly kind and sweet. has been so vocally supportive and enthusiastic since we met and i’m so grateful to have her friendship and support. she’s also made me cackle like an insane person on enough occasions to be criminal.

@wearfinethingsalltoowell don’t let the angst fool you, Joy is actually wonderful and a ray of sunshine <3 i’m convinced she just enjoys causing us pain for fun. she’s creative and wonderful and the World’s Number One Olu Enjoyer (and therefore objectively correct)

@sassygwaine is one of those unabashedly kind souls who simply oozes love into everything they do and create. so genuine and resilient and smart!!! writes like an absolute dream too

@chocolatepot a complete sweetheart who was one of my first friends in this fandom, and who has been consistently friendly and supportive ever since. unwaveringly kind and nice. also her writing. oh my god. 😭 a huge inspiration to silly little me

@jellybeanium124 nina is so effortlessly hilarious. she’s had me giggling and twirling my hair on numerous occasions. she’s also full to the brim with good and correct takes. (also a Button’s truther and the world needs more of those.)

@awkward-fallen-angel heather is just soooo lovely!! another one of the people that’s been here since the very early days and i’m always so grateful for her insight and enthusiasm and the sheer joy she puts into everything.

@stedebonnets i mean this so sincerely and with my whole heart: Ara is one of the nicest and most loving people I have ever had the pleasure of knowing. an absolute angel who drops in to consistently check on her friends and spread love and joy. we need more Ara’s in the world. also has one of the most beautiful ofmd tattoos i’ve ever seen <3

if you haven’t been included in this list, please know that i love you so so so dearly and that i genuinely am just a little bit stupid (on account of the short term memory issues lol). if you’re feeling left out, send me a message and i’ll say something sooo niceys about you 🥹 i love you all. thank you for being here. <3

#THIS IS LONG SORRY #ask #anon #💕✨

[rei64bit]

Heimdall x Reader ⎯⎯  From Dusk till Dawn [Chapter 2]

Night 2  (Heimdall X  F!Reader)

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✎  Summary: Fanfic of reader married to Heimdall due to Odin wanting a grankid.

✎ Word count: 2.9k

✎  Title:  From Dusk till Dawn

✎  Chapter: [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] ...more // trying to publish as much as possible.

✎  Note: Im not really a writer, its the first time I want to write something on a character I like alot.

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It’s been a few days, you noticed Heimdall always comes back around the time you almost fall asleep, never really have actually talk to you. All he does is just sit on the chair and read I think his diary for a while before going to sleep. Since you are married to him you can’t avoid talking to him, every time you tried to start a conversation to ease this awkward situation a bit, he will cut it short by answer you in a few words. “urm well..how was your day?” “Was fine.” “oh..I see. Urm..have you seen the fight in the black thunder today?”  “no” ”..uh how’s Gulltoppr today?” “Why you care.”

The conversation is so damn dry and boring even drinking with einherjar looks fun now. You should expected this when All-father announce that you going to marry the god of foresight, always see everything coming, uncapable to hold a simple conversation and a –

“How many times I have to tell you this, I can hear you even you don’t speak” Heimdall frown while still having the dairy on his hand and another rest on the chair ear with his legs crossed.

“I’m just trying to talk to you, it’s not like I like how thing turn out to be – ” You getting nervous but you just have to say it and try not to look at his glowing eyes.

“It’s not like I have a choice but to agree on this marriage.” Heimdall really likes to cut off you before you can finish thanks to his foresight.

“I too have no choice! This is All-father demand and its not like I can say no, or tell me what should I do? Perhaps we can just wait for a month, and we go our separate way and tell All-father that we can’t be together, and we hate each other?” Y/N nervously getting near the table to make sure he hear your proposal with both hand holding at the back.

“No way I’m going to say that, and nor that I will say this to the All-father. Drop this nonsense” Indeed Heimdall really want this marriage to end but his loyalty to Odin prevents him to do so, or perhaps his pride and ego, he can’t accept that he not capable of dealing with his wife and this is going to be a joke in Asgard for a long long time. Everyone will think he can’t satisfy his wife and make fun of him, what worse he will have to hear his brother talk about this all the time. Thinking how Thor and Baldur look like when they heard this makes his blood boil.

“But why?” You now getting slightly louder and closer, hand now pressing on the table as you don’t understand why Heimdall just won’t agree since both of you really want to be alone. This should be simple, compare to living like this forever.

“Won’t you just shut up already, its late and im very- very tired wife, so would you kindly just sleep already and try not disturb me” Heimdall changing his posture to not facing you. He is getting on your nerves really quick, for the past few days you have been trying to be nice and get know of him. All you get is nothing but coldness, harsh words toward you. Him calling you wife every time just make you shiver in a bad way because you know he don’t see you as his wife really, its more about someone that he forced to be with and legally as his spouse and nothing more.

“You as someone that are adequate compared to me, the watchman of the Aesir, you should be grateful that I’m not torturing you” Heimdall speak as he turns another page and changing to cross another leg. His eye never left his diary, he didn’t look at you the whole time.

That’s it, even he is a god of foresight, herald of the Ragnarök but you don’t take no shit from anyone. Especially someone like him.

“Oh yes I should be grateful of married to a piece of shit! He is such a know it all that he see everything coming but no he don’t even know how to try get along with other especially his wife. I really think my life will be much better if I married to Thor or even just be his other women” And now you get his full attention, his cold glowing purple eyes instantly jump to your face and piercing at you, furrowed brow and tense jaw, if his eyes can kill people you sure dead by now multiple times. Dropping his diary on table his fist clenched and he reach for his sword Hofuo. You can see his face twitch; you can hear him sharply inhale as he walks closer to you slowly. You are angry too but also getting tense up, you never see him in such rage before it’s kinda scary now. The world is suddenly so quiet, the only thing you can hear is his breathing and heavy footsteps toward your way.

Congratulations, you poked the bear and you succeeded to anger him, just pray he will give you quick and painless death.

His movement suddenly speeds up that within one second his sword is on your throat now pointing at your throat not hard enough to make you bleed but enough to make you stop your thought and breathing. “Watch. Your. Tongue.” Heimdall hissed, squinting his eyes further.

“I think I didn’t make myself clear the first time I come back.”

“You are nothing but just a tool in this marriage, a kid is what the All-father wanted and once it’s done you are just a used piece of garbage. You better hope by the time you will be dead or I will make sure you –” Heimdall didn’t finish his sentence as he noticed a tiny red color start trickle down his sword and start to dripping to the floor. He didn’t press it that hard he know, it was you who pressed your throat toward the sharp edge without any fear on your face, letting the point of the sword sink in just enough to bleed a little but not enough to cause harm to yourself.

“Do it.” Heimdall confused, turn his attention back from your face, there is no hesitation in your eye. He tries to read you to find any trace of falsehood that you might pretend to be brave. It’s just a strong sense of rage, sorrow, impatience, all boiling up and mixing together. It look like a breathless dark hole he will fall into if he is not careful enough, a drop of such emotion and feeling can burn his skin.

“I said fucking do it!!!” You shouted, now you sound like a mad dog with no leash. There must be something Heimdall said flipped your switch so hard you are talking back to the god of foresight without thinking of the consequences. You never someone who will raise your voice to anybody, you treat people equally with respect. You just had enough of him, these past few days you been holding back and now you had enough of his child-like tantrum behavior.

Slowly you can start to hear the noise from outside again but there is only silent in this room now, both of you just eye piercing at each other, no word. Heimdall clenched his fist further and groaned. Just when you think he is going to end your life here now. You stop feeling the pain from his sword that sinks into your skin. “It would be less fun if you die now, there are thing I can do to you to torture you slowly till you went mad. Im gonna take my time on that, perhaps you can at least entertain me enough after all these year” Heimdall didn’t move his eye away from you, maintaining eye contact is very important of maintain the dominance he have on you. He is not going to lose it, he is All-father’s left hand, ain’t no way he is going to lose to someone like you.

Heimdall wipes your blood from his sword with his bare hand. He looked in his hand, your blood red as the belladonna flower at the Ida fields which he seen quite some time when he guard on the top of the wall. Without any hesitation Heimdall licked his hand, he tastes your blood with eyes on you.

You flinched a little on what Heimdall just did. Still angry at him you walked away toward the door, hand on the door handle you look back at him which he still looking at you which his sword still holding in hand now pointing at the ground. “You can have your whole room back husband, the air in this room will be much more better when one of us is not around.” Before Heimdall can say anything, you close the door as hard as you can. Probably the whole lodge can hear it but you don’t care. Walking through the hallway you saw Magni and Modi who eating their meal.

“Are you two going to divorce not even a month now lady Y/N? You can always consider me as another option” Modi grinned and said in sarcastic way, he is still a piece of shit that wouldn’t stop putting his nose in other private matters. Running his mouth like he is better than anyone here, but the truth is exactly the opposite.

“Shut your damn mouth and eat now, you don’t want our father come to lecture you again.” Magni is ruthless sometime, but he is much better than Modi, less prick toward other as long as their father have no grudge toward them. You didn’t say anything back and walked out the hall, now standing at front of great lodge, rubbing your eye tiredly looking at your surroundings. Black thunder, training fields and the stupid giant wall your husband always guarding on top. “This is going to be a long night before I start to feel tired enough to sleep.” Sighed you make your move toward the black thunder.

You can hear the shouting and cheering inside, open the heavy door you start to smell all sort of things.. strong mead, burning herbs, and cooking smell of braised meat. Raising both your hands toward the einherjar who guards the entrance signaling that no weapon on you. The guard nods his head and you start walking again to get your drink. You don’t really drink, and you are quite bad at it, one tankard is enough to put you out. Holding your drink, you try to find a table where no one sit but failed. There are so many einherjar here you started to feel suffocated, but hel this is better than spending time in that prick’s room.

Sigh again you sit on the empty chair close to you and start drinking. “That piece of shit..” Staring at your mead you muttered to yourself with hand clenching your tankard. “Know it all’s old virgin that never get a bitch--”

“Let me guess, my brother not able to satisfy his wife and now his wife decide to spend his night getting drunk with bunch of men in Black Thunder?” The sudden voice makes you jumped and choke on your mead, coughing to get the mead out from your nose. “Shit! --” You look up, the god of thunder just sitting right next to you the whole time you don’t even notice. How can you missed it? He is huge. No wonder this seat is empty.

“cough- oh hi urm cough- brother in law cough- Urm Thor” You faked a smile but you knew you failed miserably. “Relax y/n, he is a spiteful prick I know, just take it slow perhaps thing might turn out better next time” Thor taking a big gulp again and go for another mug. How long has he been here drinking? You can smell the strong mead from him. Probably from the start of the day you guessed. You have never actually spoken to Thor before, not personally. There are only a few times you on a mission with him to help All-father to retrieve something from other realms. He always seems calm, at least you think he is.

“…” You didn’t say anything more but keep drink. There is nothing to say, you are here to just pass the time till you feel sleepy. The god of thunder knew what you doing and he just drink without saying a word. It’s like he is drinking and accompanying you or you both just doing the same thing, drink till you fall. “He is difficult I know, that’s how we raised to be an Aesir… We get our work done and that’s it.. Heimdall is always tense and no fun, all he know is just guarding the wall, the realm but that’s his job given by the All-father... He is a prick I know but still he is my brother.”

“…” Thor answered like he knows you going to ask why he said all this. He is right, but that doesn’t mean he can be shit to everyone. No one deserve this kind of awful treatment, especially form their spouse. Looking at Thor, you wonder how him and Sif get along? Did they actually fight each other like Heimdall? You want to ask but you drop the idea as you don’t want to cross the line, you are not ready for the god of thunder chasing you and strike you with thunder.

Appreciate the god of thunder trying to ease things up for you, look at him you smile warmly. “Thanks..I will see what can I do” “That’s the spirit, girl” Thor smirk at you with his finger pointing at you and continue drinking his mead.

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The night is long, but you are half drunk and feeling dizzy. Holding on the pillar outside the Black thunder with your whole strength trying not to fall into the muddy puddles. “Woah-! This is a new low look how you walk y/n haha” You beeline walk outside and trying to get back to great lodge. The moment your hand reach for the door, you hesitated to grab the handle. “That piece of shit still in there and hell no im not going to see his face ever again, you short-sighted with no bitches” Your head moving back and forth as you find it hard to stand still, all you can think is that prick who is still inside the room and how his presence is enough to make you throw up. Refusing to go back, you turned your back again and looking around you, perhaps you can just go back to Black Thunder and spent the whole night there, but the air is full of smell of strong mead, don’t think you can find peace to sleep there either. Finally, your eye land on top of the wall. “Ah shit, guess that’s where im going” Slowly you walk toward the platform and cursing on your husband.

Turning the handler, the platform starts rising to the top. You close your eyes and breathe in, the air is getting cold and nice here. You can see the ground is slowly getting farther and smaller, everything seems so insignificant. You sigh again, the day after All-father told you about your marriage, you started to sigh a lot almost every hours. Is your life not hard enough? You as an Aesir who also has duty but not like Thor, Baldur or your husband. You never really went to war and fight; your work is more inside the wall. Look at your both hand you felt confused of the new ability you have, you didn’t even notice it, it was All-father who found out when you trying to get away from the chores Sif going to assign to you when she saw you sitting at the hall having your breakfast. It seems like you did something that changed Sif mind and how the task was passed to the Asgardian. After a few rounds of experiment All-father did with you, you are told you have such ability.

Before you could continue your thought, the platform reached the top of the wall. Sigh again you stepped outside the platform, its much windier here and the cold air is a comfort in time like this when you trying to calm down and rest. You sneezed and held both your hands close to your body. “Rather be cold to dead than going back to get my blanket..” You found a good spot behind a rock that was large enough to hide your whole body. Sitting with both your legs curled up close to your body, in front of you is the view of plains of Ida. The moonlight shining on the grass and the wind makes the grass move in a rhythm make it so peaceful. Time by time you still can hear the cheering sound from black thunder, perhaps the god of thunder is having a drinking competition with others.

“pff-” You start to giggle on the joke Thor told you while you drinking in black thunder. It was nice talking to Thor. Laying your head on the rock beside you, you smile and enjoy the view. Not sure when your eyelid started to feel heavier, and you fell asleep. Before you fell asleep you sure it is safe here, but you failed to notice there is a figure standing at the platform looking at the place you sit. It’s like this person can know someone is there without seeing it physically.

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#heimdall x reader #heimdall #gow heimdall #heimdall fanfiction

[cypanache]

Hi! I recently read Patchwork Heart (like twice in two days) and I now have brainrot from that fic. (Which is to say that I loved it.) And I’m sad that it’s incomplete but I’m grateful that you wrote it, and all your other Parks and Rec fics. I remember reading a comment from you (from like 11 years ago lol) where you said you’d been writing for 14 years and you encouraged someone who was feeling bad about their own writing. Which gave me the motivation to keep writing, and made me think, how awesome must it be to be a fanfic writer for so long? This is a rambly comment to say that I’m glad you’re still writing (even if it’s not for Parks heh) and you’re a great inspiration!

(Also I’m aware this isn’t a question but I don’t really know how Tumblr works)

Well this ask officially made my year. (P.S. - Asks don't have to be questions. Especially when they're as lovely as this)

You know every once in a while I think, am I being totally ridiculous just leaving my live journal out there like that? Really, who's going out and reading stuff from over 11 years ago, except ... yeah I've totally done that myself. And I'm forever grateful for the authors who let their stuff just float along and exist. So I'm gratified to know that I did that for you today. And extremely gratified to know that I was able to give you a little motivation to keep writing. I have been doing this for over twenty years with varying levels of success and intensity as my life evolves, but I keep coming back to it, because really at the end of the day, fanfic is one of those hobbies that more than anything make me feel like me. When you find that, you owe it to yourself to hold onto it. Even if you can't do it perfectly or quickly.

I am not going to lie, I'm very sad Patchwork Heart is incomplete as well. That was an unfortunate product of life circumstances overwhelming me and by the time I paddled my way to the surface my emotional relationship with Parks had changed. But I am forever in love with the complete human disaster that was teenage Ben Wyatt in that fic.

Sooooo this isn't much, but this ask made me go back through my google docs. Here have part of a camping trip:

Griggs-Knope-Wyatt (Whatever) Family Vacation  

Hell – 375-369 days to go

Yeah, it’s official, Ben does not get camping.

At all.

Look he gave it a fair try.  But he just-  he doesn’t get it all right.  He doesn’t get what’s so fun about sleeping on the floor (”Ground,” Marlene informs him, “It’s called a ground when it’s outside, dear.") or getting so many mosquito bites, or having to make sure your food is put up in a certain way so raccoons won’t get to it.  And you know what he really doesn’t get?

Ghost stories.

He does not get ghost stories.  They’re not scary.  They’re particularly not scary if your dad is telling them.  And when your step-mom takes over and does manage to tell a scary one, well then you’re outside, in the dark . . . scared.

Oh and his tent collapses on him in the middle of the night.

Yup, okay.  Not.  Having.  Fun.

Ben just wishes he could convince himself that’s actually because of the camping.

Leslie’s been withdrawn and subdued for the past two days.  Not angry, just quiet.  He tried to talk to her yesterday morning like a dozen times, but the one time he got anywhere the fact he was trying to take the whole thing seriously only seemed to make it all worse.

He doesn’t know what to do for her.  Has the sneaking suspicion there’s actually nothing he can do.  Or at least nothing he’s willing to do.

So yeah, maybe he’s going to just lie here under the wreckage of what used to be his tent for a little while.

Except he can’t even seem to manage that, because the next thing he knows there’s the sound of footsteps and a flashlight is being shined into his eyes like an interrogation lamp.

“Benjamin?”

Ben holds up a hand to shield his eyes and squints up at the outline of his step-mother standing over him.  “Umm, hi?”

“Benjamin dear.  Your tent’s on the ground,” she informs him as though she’s not entirely sure he’s aware of this fact.  Sometimes he’s pretty sure his step-mother thinks he’s an idiot.      

“Yeah, so umm, funny story about that.  You know what it was, it-  it fell.”

The fact he always winds up saying stuff like that around her probably doesn’t help.

Marlene doesn’t respond for long moment, and even though he can’t see her face he can pretty much picture it.  It’s a face he’s pretty familiar with.  The one that says ‘I worry about your ability to dress yourself in the mornings’.

“I don’t-  I’ve never really camped,” he continues, unable to help himself.  Marlene’s silences are just about the most effective interrogation technique he’s ever encountered.  No wonder Leslie’s usually so talkative.

“I never would have guessed,” she shoots back, before adding, “Well, should I just leave the two of you alone or would you like some help putting it back up?”

“No- no, help would be good.”

There’s a long pause, then:  “Ben, dear.”

“Yeah?”

“You need to get out of the tent.”

“Oh.  Right.”

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So in a surprising turn of events (at least in his opinion), Marlene actually turns out to be a pretty good teacher.  Like okay she isn’t the most patient person in the world, but she’s incredibly precise in her explanations of how to do things like tie a hitch-knot, and Ben’s always been more comfortable with precision over intuition, so it doesn’t take him too terribly long to catch on, and when she pats him lightly on the knee in approval, it feels like getting an A in your most demanding class from the teacher who scares the shit out of you.

All in all, Ben’s feeling kind of good about things by the time they get the tent back up, so when Marlene points out that it’s only an hour or so until sunrise and asks whether he wants to help her make coffee for breakfast, he says yes, thinking maybe things are looking up.  

Yeah, no, that was obviously just designed to lull him into a false sense of security.

“So,” Marlene opens without warning or preamble, “Leslie tells me I’m returning the Purdue sweatshirt.”

He barely manages not to tip over his cup of coffee. “Yeah, um, sorry about that.”

“Ben didn’t we talk about that? Um-”

“Is the sound in dumb.  Yeah I know.”

The look she gives him could level small countries.  Ben keeps his head down and tries not to have an aneurysm.

How does he get himself into these situations?  Really why is it sarcastic, smart-aleck things always come out of his mouth at exactly the wrong time.  It’s not like he’s trying to be a wise-ass.  He’s not really trying to be anything really.  (Except maybe invisible.  Invisible would be nice right now.)  But for some reason it happens anyway, and he can’t seem to stop it.  It’s like this leak, this crack in his personality.  Ninety-five percent of the time he manages to be exactly the kind of guy he should be, the kind he thinks Virginia Wyatt would have wanted him to be.  The kind of son his perpetually fragile father seems to need.  Quiet and polite and respectful.  But every once in awhile the pressure of keeping everything else in just gets to be too much and these little drops of acid seep through, landing where they’re not wanted and scarring once they’re there.

Except Marlene Griggs-Knope doesn’t scar that easily.

“Oh, sit up straight.  Really, Ben if you keep going through life acting like a spineless jellyfish, it won’t just be Leslie who treats you like one.”

“I don’t.” he mutters under his breath.

Only he says it to the picnic table so that probably undermines his whole protest.  He forces himself to sit up and look Marlene in the eye (Okay, it’s more like her forehead, but come on, cut him a little slack here.  Do you want to look Marlene in the eye?  Yeah, that’s what he thought.  Shut up.</i>)

“Leslie doesn’t-”

But he can’t make himself complete the thought, because . . . yeah, sometimes she kind of does.  And, shit, it’s Leslie’s mom, and Marlene’s giving him this look that clearly says ‘don’t bullshit me about my own daughter.’  Still, Leslie treats everyone like that, at least everyone important to her.  Ann gets, like, twenty-three instructions a day.  And, well, he likes it.  It’s been a really long time since anyone paid that much attention to anything he did.  It’s how he knows he’s important, that she cares.  If she ever stopped trying to micromanage his life, well then he’d just be another ordinary person on the outside, wouldn’t he?

He opens his mouth to try again, but Marlene waves his efforts away with a dismissive hand.  Oh good, apparently he’s now already used up whatever small amount patience she had allotted for him today, and it’s only, what?  Five-thirty in the morning?  This is probably some kind of new record for him.

Yaaaay . . .

At that moment from across the campsite, Leslie unzips her tent and steps out into the new dawn, only to freeze, eyes going wide, at the obviously unexpected sight of Ben sitting at the picnic table with her mother.

He tries to remember enough Morse code to blink her a S.O.S.

And any other morning it wouldn’t matter that he’s pretty sure he just looks like he’s having an epileptic fit, Leslie would have already come over and rescued him. 

Instead she just turns back around, grabs her towel and a bar soap out of the tent and trudges off to the shower facilities, leaving him alone with Marlene to fend for himself.

Okay, Leslie is officially really upset.

“She will get over it.”

At Marlene’s observation, Ben whips his head back around only to find himself pinned by his step-mother’s sharp assessing gaze.

It feels like all the oxygen just got sucked out of the . . . well, earth.

He opens his mouth to stammer out a disclaimer but only manages a strangled kind of gurgle, which Marlene, thankfully, ignores.

“Leslie is no stranger to disappointment.  She’s a very resilient girl.  Always has been.” She says it matter-of-factly and maybe even a little proudly, then immediately counterbalances it with a sigh of exasperation. “Realism, however, is unfortunately not your step-sister’s strong suit.  Particularly when it comes to people.”

Ben just presses his lips together and fiddles a little with his coffee cup, drumming his fingernails against the metal.  He’s not really sure why Marlene’s telling him all this.  Not that any of it is exactly revelation.  To know anything about Leslie is to know she puts too much faith in life in general and people in particular.

So no it’s not like he doesn’t realize Leslie’s been disappointed by people before—her father, Lindsay . . . And then suddenly it clicks with him, the why behind all of this.

People leave.

In Leslie’s world, people leave her.

For some reason he’s never thought about it before, about her history and the painful lessons life’s given her.  After all, he’s the one with the dead mother, the great tragedy that defined his entire fucking existence before he met her; that he wears like a poorly healed scar on his personality.  Leslie always seemed so untouched by comparison.

But she’s not.  He can see that now.

Because yeah, maybe his mother was ripped out his life.

But people walk out of hers.

By their own choice.

Of their own free will.

Ben drops his head to stare down at the film that’s started to form on his rapidly cooling coffee in shame as he realizes he’s been making plans to join them, to go off to college and then conscientiously extricate himself from her life, little by little, bit by bit, until he’s down to a subsistence diet.  To the bare-essentials of what he needs to survive.  Never once thinking about Leslie’s needs.

God, he is such an ass.

Marlene who has been silent for a little while, gets up to pour herself another cup of coffee, before coming over to sit back down and drop another bombshell on him.  “You know, sometimes I wonder if your father and I should have waited until after the two of you went to college to get married.”

Oh god. He feels a cold finger of dread crawl its way down his spine at her words, and suddenly all he can think is:  She knows.  She knows how he feels about her daughter, and he’s going to die.  Up here in all this outdoors, Marlene probably knows a dozen ways to kill him and make it look like an accident.  Maybe that’s why they’re camping in the first place.  Maybe this was her plan all along . . .

It’s about this time that the rest of what Marlene’s saying starts to sink in.  “—it’s not that we’re not happy you two get along so well.  After all, that’s the whole reason we decided to get married when we did.  Give all of us the chance to try to be a family.  But--” she purses her lips, and narrows her eyes, “Maybe we were a little too successful?”

And the terror’s back.  “Too successful?”

“Up until two days ago, all Leslie ever talked about was going to IU and being close to home.  She’s already learned the fight song.”  That makes him almost smile despite himself, because of course she has.  He bites the inside of his mouth just in time to stop it.  Marlene continues.  “And your father tells me you’ve been collecting brochures for out of state schools ever since the two of you moved to Indiana.  But suddenly here I am buying sweatshirts for Purdue.”

“I didn’t ask-”

Marlen waves his protest away.  “Of course you didn’t.”  Then in a seeming nonsequitor:  “Did you know Ann Perkins did Model UN all last year?”

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When I get a little more time I'll try to bullet point out for you where I was going.

#cy writes things #parks and rec #ben wyatt #leslie knope #leslie x ben #step-sibling au

[wayward-dreamer]

Happy New Year Everyone!!!

I hope you all had a great Christmas or holiday season, and brought in 2024 in your preferred ways. I should’ve said all of this before the end of 2023, but there was a lot going on in those few days, as there usually is during the holidays 😆

I just wanted to thank you for another great year of support and love of my writing, and I’m so grateful for all of you. If you’ve stuck around this long and through all my little breaks between writing, you’re all amazing and I’m very happy that you’re still here. I hope that 2024 will be a better writing year for me, not just in fanfic but in my journey as a screenwriter as well, as we know that 2023 was overtaken by industry woes due to the studios refusing writers and actors what they’re worth. I actually have a lot of plans for my writing, but I can only tell you about the fanfiction for now 😉

So what’s in store for the future?

Well, I’m very close to finishing up The Hardest Lessons, the sequel series in the Life’s Lessons Saga. I've been really quiet about the progress of this because I didn’t want to jinx anything, and I want to have it all done before I send it off to my beta. As soon as I’m done with it I’ll send it to them and I can start posting once they’ve gotten a good amount of chapters read. I honestly hate how long it’s taking me to finish it, but I also have enjoyed the extra time with it because I’m still not ready for it to end. I’m so sorry to those that have been waiting for it, but I promise it’s not going to be too much longer.

I also have another series that I’ve been planning and hoping I’ll start writing soon, which I predict I’ll start posting after THL is finished posting. It’s something I’ve had in my WIPS forever and I’m so excited to finally get to it. I also think that this series will start on Patreon first, as I plan to go back to posting there too. I wanted to give myself a break over the last year, but I hope to get back to it and that whoever is still there will be happy with that decision ☺️

I also have a mini-series I want to write, a lot of one shots and drabbles across all my fandoms, and I’m hoping that I’ll be able to keep up with all of this lol I’m going to hold myself to it more this year!!

So I hope that you’ll continue to stick around, because I really am looking forward to bringing you more things to read and I can’t wait to hear all your thoughts and feelings about it all!

Here’s to 2024 and hopefully another great writing year!

Much love,

Rosh ♥️

#writing update #writing plans

[ev1llesb1an]

Documentation of my comphet throughout the years 🧍‍♀️

Okay so I thought it’d be funny to talk abt my most intense male fixation eras as a lesbian (idk i’m just shitposting into the void again) judge me all u want (it is probably needed) but i need ppl to understand the real me 🙏

IT CROPPED HALF HIS FACE OUT but i just realised if you aren’t british ur gonna have no idea who he is anyone (he’s lachlan white from emmerdale) omg this was an ERA everyone around me thought i was going insane (i was) but like they just didn’t get it he slayed so hard at a level that will never be reached (literally) also tom atkinson on sex education was like a full circle moment for me omg but anyways i was like 11-12 here these were literally my formative years this changed me FOREVER don’t judge he slayed omg

THIS okay so u can’t even blame me for this one it’s just correct. yes he’s like walking masculinity stereotype BUT he also had depth and was interesting 😌 the fanfics were SO GOOD this is when i really got into fanfiction and accidentally read smut where someone get pregnant in the hunger games 🧍‍♀️i read this one fic that was like x reader AND THEY STRAIGHT UP BOTH DIED but anyways. i read fanfics abt literally everyone thg character (read abt women and convinced myself i was still straight lmfao) but he was the stand out for me. i recently revisited this era and the fics ppl write on ao3 r INSANE omg like what is wrong with u ppl ( i say this lovingly but also wtf )

OMGOMGOMG BEST ERA OF MY LIFE u actually don’t understand u just had to be there. a solid percentage of my brain even to this day is made up of this man. this is like the stupidest thing ever but when i was like 14 i would just mirror his personality (and tone down the arsehole part obvs) so that i could get more talkative AND IT ACTUALLY WORKED nobody in the whole world will ever understand how much he means to me (i don’t rly understand it myself tbh) and ik ppl literally fuckinf despise him but i will not tolerate the dandy mott slander bc he is literally part of my core identity atp i revisit him every few months just to fully reconnect with my inner being. did anyone read Companion? that shit was crazy also i wrote a fic abt him on wattpad and people actually READ IT so anyways best era of my life it truly never got better i rly hit me peak (i had 0 friends) the few friends i had literally told me i talked abt him too much and it made them like me less 💀

this was arguably my most chill era like yea i was pretty obsessive but with marvel it’s so normalised to be so intense abt everything i kinda just fit right in. there’s too much professor fanfiction r u ppl okay 🧍‍♀️ also more actor fanfiction than i have ever seen for any other man in my LIFE but the capitalism went hard during this era the fluff was so good. arguably my most comforting era? idk i can’t rly explain that one

okay so these two r kinda completely different but also (for obvious reasons) the exact same. gotham was my most openly gay era and for that i will forever be grateful HOWEVER the kristen kringle haters were doing WAY TOO MUCH like she’s already dead why u doing her like that constantly (u will see this sentiment echoed later abt someone else hmmm i wonder who) but yea and then YES i was a paul dano lesbian (literally wasn’t out as lesbian at this point lmao) honestly this is probably the era my friends hated the most they would either awkwardly pretend to agree/care abt the shit i was saying or straight up tell me i was delusional 💀 my friends even now still call it my worst era but i LOVED IT kinda solidified my position at the bottom of the hellish secondary school hierarchy but i still had a good time. the paul dani riddler fanfics r next level tho the way ppl would just post STALKER fics constantly with like zero warnings and it was never labelled as yandere 🧍‍♀️i also got in an argument with a writer on wattpad bc they made the riddler and the oc have like a 6 year age gap and they met when she was 10 and he was like 16 💀 other than that good vibes all round

tbh this era was pretty brief i can’t fully explain what happened here like the vibes were immaculate but also insane WHY IS THERE SM YANDERE FANFIC peter parker is so nice but then in fanfics it’s like 👹 but i rly like spider-man HOWEVER this then led me to my final destination on the comphet journey…

omg were finally at the final stop the peak of comphet ( i came out as lesbian within this era ) arguably not my finest hour bc i swore i would never watch criminal minds bc the number of seasons is WAY TOO MUCH but here we are i watched it bc i read too much fanfic abt this man. i have lots of criticism for the fandom but he in himself is acc a rly good character. this was supposed to be like my ethical era but he’s acc killed like a bunch of ppl and thomas gibson is MESSY (don’t cancel me pls i say that lovingly 🫶) the haley hotchner misogyny nearly killed me off i don’t think i’ve ever been so miserable in a fandom and the fanfics kinda take feminism back a few hundred years but pretty good besides that

anyways there is my brainrot i hope the two (at most) ppl who will read this enjoyed 🫶 LETS GO LESBIANS LETS GO im gonna say i posted this in honour of international lesbian day even tho that was several days ago

#criminal minds #aaron hotchner #dandy mott #american horror story #marvel #loki laufeyson #loki #spider man #the hunger games #emmerdale #the batman #dc #paul dano #the riddler

[gulliblelemon]

Good morning darling!

How about any/all of 4, 14, 20, 36, 37, 42 and 43 for the yr fic asks?

Wish you a splendiferous Sunday!

Thanks for the ask! Oooh lots to answer. I'm definitely going to answer them all 😉

 4. The fanfic you would recommend to somebody not in the fandom 

That is a really good question. I wonder if that means someone that’s not watched the show or just someone that’s not in quite as deep? Hmm… for someone that’s not watch the show, maybe something where you don’t need to know canon to understand what’s going on? So an AU. But the characters are still similar to the ones we see in canon? Maybe something like play my song by @ishotforthestars or I love the way you lie by @iwouldnevergetintofanfic

In fact, I'm going to say those for someone who's watched the show but just isn't as obsessed as some of us 🫣

14. Your choice of fanfic for each season

Season as in weather or as in of the show? I'm going weather because I know what I'll answer for that one 😂

I’m going to cheat on this one and say Right Back Home To You by @thewaterloovases, it shows a snapshot of their lives through the years, one for each season. And it’s beautiful. It’s a sequel though, to You’re Still The One. But you should definitely read them both.

But I’m also going to add an extra winter fic in here, just because. Season’s Greetings by @piebingo.

Actually: here's a summer one too. summer feelin' by @willesworld

20. Your not Wilmon favourite ship couple

I don’t think I can give a straight (ha!) answer to this. Because watching the show: none of them. Buuuuuut in fanfic, if someone writes them a certain way, I would love any. So I’ve loved fics with Maddie/Rosh and Henry/Walter. But I think I’d say Maddie/Rosh wins out slightly, mostly because they haven’t met in canon so I don’t have that clouding my judgment. I think they’d hit it off and be really cute together.

36. Your favourite trope

I DON’T KNOW! I don’t think I can choose. I always assumed I’d be above tropes. I AM NOT. 

Fake dating probably. But I love them all. Give me all the tropes.

37. The trope you didn’t expect to like

There was only one bed. I assumed I’d find it awkward and contrived every time. And I can’t think of a single time I’ve not loved it. I love proving myself wrong.

42. Do you like to comment on the fic you read 

Yes!! It took me a while to pluck up the courage, and I now feel bad for all the wonderful fics I read before I did. But then I read your lovely comments and was inspired to do my own. And as a writer too, I know how much author's value them.

43. Does reading fanfic make you want to write

Yes! I had never written anything in my life until I discovered fanfic. I will be forever grateful that it exists. We have such wonderful authors in this fandom, and people with some many different writing styles, and who write such different stories with the wealth of content we have in canon. I'll read a fanfic and think 'I never thought to do that', and it makes me realise just how many stories we can tell.

I'm still happy to answer these if anyone still wants to ask!

#yr fanfic ask game #ask game #young royals #yr fanfic #yr fic rec

[iluliluu]

Spread love to fanfic writers! Answer these questions about your fanfics then send this to 5 other fanfic writers Name a fic you loved writing the most. Name a fic that others loved but you didn’t care for as much. Name a fic you had the most fun writing. Name a fic that you are the most proud of. Name a fic that you wish had gotten more recognition. Name your happiest/saddest/most comedic fics!

-Annestie

thank you for the ask sweetie!

fic i loved writing the most: probably ‘not your golden boy’, because it was my first fic and it was so exciting to read every comment and experience things from a writers perspective after reading for so long.

fic that others loved but i didn’t care for as much: ‘lover or fighter; why not both?’ don’t get me wrong, i love this fic but i feel like i have other fics that are better written but don’t have as much attention, still loved writing this one tho!

fic i had the most fun writing: probably ‘the paths we walk’, that monstrosity just flew out of me one day and i think the idea is fun if a little cliche (but i love a cliche, sue me). this is also a fic i wish had more recognition.

fic i’m the most proud of: i know it’s unfinished and i’m taking forever to update (SORRY) but i’m really proud of the premise of ‘pray for us sinners’ and i’m really happy with the plotline (which will be revealed i promise). i love the opportunity to go beyond the gender binary and i’m really proud of the tutén idea.

fic i wish had gotten more recognition: perhaps ‘what’s in a name’, thought that fic was fun n cute and i like the concept behind it.

saddest fic: definitely ‘remaining’, i was gonna put this on fic i’m most proud of/wish got more recognition but i think it fits here too. im really happy with the way it turned out but dang is it sad.

most comedic fic: def ‘conversations’ but most of my lighter fics/oneshots have comedic tones (i think)

in the end i love writing and i’m so shocked and grateful that people read and interact with my fics. a year ago i never would have imagined myself in this position and it’s really been so fun and an honour. i know i’m in a bit of a lull rn due to life circumstances but once things calm down and i’m back to my regular routine i can’t wait to get back to writing and have lots of exciting things planned/in the works 💕

#ao3 writer #aonunete #avatar the way of water #neteyam x aonung #asks #mooties ♡

[cordeliawrites]

Hi,

I want to start out this message by saying that I came here straight after finishing For Love is Always with You because I had to let you know how I’m currently feeling. Which is not an easy task when I am trying to type this through mounting tears, nevertheless she persisted.

You are an exceptional writer. As someone who is well versed in the world of literature I am confident in that statement. Absolutely exceptional. You are also the person who I wished created Harry Potter and its world. J.K Rowling may have formed the outline but you filled it with vibrant colors. The care you showed while writing these beloved characters was deeply touching. You made a story that surpasses the original. The ending with Voldemort and the time travel was exquisite. Nothing felt too out of character and the pacing was perfect.

Thank you for giving Draco and Blaise and Snape as well as other Slytherins the room to be real and have hearts and souls instead of caricatures of cartoon villains. Thank you THANK YOU for saving Sirius and giving him a future and path to healing. Thank you for turning the boy who lived into the girl who loved. Harry Potter could learn much from Harri Potter. Thank you from the bottom of my Tom loving heart for saving Tom. For writing him with such honesty. I have always felt like in the end Voldemort should have been saved instead of vanquished. That he had so much pain that he became pain itself. As you wrote he didn’t know of love and deserved to experience it.

Speaking of that, I loved all of the thoughtful quotes you used to emphasize moments in your story. I saved quite a few of them. I love the symbolism and the imagery. I devoured this story in mere hours. What a privilege it was to read it all in its entirety and not have to wait for updates.

Lastly, I will say that the only fault I found was that it ended. When I was scrolling the final chapter I watched as the pages shrunk knowing that I was almost done and feeling desperate for it to continue. If you ever choose to write one shots or snapshots of that world post battle or pre battle I would be forever grateful. If not, then I can reassure myself with the knowledge that I saved your story onto my phone so that I may revisit it.

I leave you with this, you have reinforced my deep love of stories. You have proven yet again that fan fiction has spectacular writers. And you have provided me a place in which I can escape into when the world is untenable. This quote sums up the remainder of my review.

“I choose words, more words, to cure the tameness, not the wildness”

-Alice Notley

Sincerely and with the highest of regard,

Taylor

HIIII!!! I’m truly at a loss for words. I’ve had an emotional month and reading this has brought me an incredible amount of joy. THANK YOU so much! I appreciate this so so much. “You are an exceptional writer. As someone who is well versed in the world of literature I am confident in that statement.” I wish I could explain how much this means to me. It humbles me beyond anything. And that you enjoyed the things I added in the story more than the original is mindblowing!! 🥹🥹 “The care you showed while writing these beloved characters was deeply touching” this makes me emotional (in an amazing way) and I cannot tell you enough that it means everything for you to say this. The me who spent years writing this story is grateful and speechless. Thank for reading and loving the quotes and added symbolism because it was one of the best things about writing. I am HONORED, honored, that fliawy has reinforced your love of stories. And also that fanfiction writers are amazing (I couldn’t live without fanfics and I am also thankful to my favorite fic writers who remind me of this!)

❤️❤️❤️❤️Thank YOU again, I will be coming back and re-reading your message on a rainy day. ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

[k8jax83]

It’s 3 years today since I first posted on AO3. This story (linked below) was my first attempt at writing fanfic and I remember being so scared to actually share it as I doubted it was any good or if anyone would actually like it. However I’m forever grateful to the people who were kind enough to read and leave a comment which encouraged me to keep going with it.

3 years later I’m still writing and posting and still doubting myself every time I do. Somethings will never change and I think I’ll always find it hard to put myself and my work out there. But I do enjoy writing and even if one other person likes what I do then it means the world to me. So thank you to anyone who has been kind enough to read, comment, leave kudos or reach out here to be kind on anything I’ve written.

I’d also encourage anyone who is considering writing to give it a go. As a reader I get so much joy from fics and appreciate everyone who puts effort to write and put themselves out there. I know many others do to and you never know something you write might just brighten someone’s day or help them escape reality for a while. So I also want to thank all the amazing writers who’ve done that for me. You’re all awesome 👏🏻💖

#fanfic appreciation #writing tag #thank you to anyone who reads fic #thank you to anyone who writes fic #ballum #ben x callum #callum highway #ben mitchell #ballum fic #ballum fanfic #my writing #rwrb fanfiction #rwrb fic

[nerdferatum]

Ooh what about "kissing their bruises and scars" or "washing the other’s body" for Inés and Ava 👀

I'm so embarrassed and so sorry for how long this took akjskjabd I blame writers' block (and also the multi chaptered fanfic I accidentally wrote trying to get rid of it). But anyway, since I can feel the hyperfixation returning...

35. Kissing their bruises and scars.

Inés was about to fall asleep in the car. The dull pain of her wounds was a faint memory as the quiet drive lulled her to sleep. She was so tired that she could even ignore the tense silence between her and Ava. She didn’t need to open her eyes to imagine the soft crease between the vampire’s eyebrows. 

Inés had hoped for a peaceful resolution to the conflict with the Trapper and she was pretty sure she would have managed to do so if she wasn’t so tired. The chaos her presence brought to Wayhaven was starting to take its toll on her. She wasn’t the only one who had noticed, though. Inés could see it every time she found Ava staring her way. A part of her felt guilty at the thought of causing any worry, but the rest of her wouldn’t be able to live with herself if she didn’t do everything in her power to protect those under her care. 

The sudden silence of Ava turning off the engine startled Inés. By the time she fully opened her eyes, Ava was already opening her door and offering her her hand. Inés gladly took it.

“I’ll get you to your apartment,” she whispered softly, as if she was still asleep.

Inés was grateful that it was late at night and none of her neighbours was particularly nosy. There was nothing but silence. The dim street lights covered them as Inés slowly limped all the way to the door. Both of them knew that it would be quicker if Ava carried her in her arms, but Inés wouldn’t allow it. Instead, she stood by her side in silence, supporting her weight as she climbed up the stairs, hissing in pain. 

“Sorry,” Inés said eventually, “I need a break.”

Ava nodded, still frowning slightly. Inés wouldn’t be able to see it if she didn’t know Ava so well by then. Their relationship might be new, but they had spent enough time together for Inés to recognise every twitch of emotion on her partner’s face. 

“The people back at the Agency did a good job. I just need a night of rest. I feel like I haven’t had one of those in forever.”

Ava did smile when she heard her chuckle. 

“I might even take a shower. Imagine that,” she joked, trying to get Ava to say something.

“I’ll do everything in my power to ensure you get such luxuries,” said Ava. Inés was quite sure she could see her dimple and couldn’t help but to reach to cup her face.

“I’m so lucky.” She had hoped to continue the light conversation, but Ava’s expression turned sombre as she gazed over Inés’ face. 

Inés had avoided looking in a mirror. She knew what she would have seen and she wasn’t quite ready for that. She could still feel the scratches and cuts all over her face, even the ghosts of the branches that had hit her as she had stumbled to the ground.

“I’m fine, Ava. I promise.”

“You always are,” sighed Ava. There was no reproach in her words, at least not towards Inés.

“I never was the athletic type. You know better than anyone else that I’m best at verbal confrontation.”

Ava let out a hollow laugh, but a laugh nevertheless. Inés counted it like a victory.

“I still need help to get up the stairs, though.”

She hadn’t finished speaking when Ava put her arm around her waist. Slowly, they made their way to Inés' apartment. She didn’t spend too much time there those days. Her room in the warehouse was exactly like her apartment, maybe even bigger, and Ava made a point a long time before about how much safer than her place it was. Inés knew back then it was an excuse to have her close, so she didn’t complain. It was comfortable, warm and she wasn’t alone. That night, however, she had asked Ava to drive her there. She did need a break, and it might have shown, because not even Farah had made a comment about it. 

Ava helped her to her shower and unzipped her dress, hesitant to leave her side. She did step away once Inés managed to get in the shower alone. The warm water was both torture and a balm for her tired body. She stood there, trying to not let out any sound that would alert Ava, as the dirt and dried blood from the woods finally washed off her body. When Inés looked down and saw the bruises starting to form, she had to make an effort to not go back to the moment the Trappers had separated her from the rest of Unit Bravo. She felt stupid for thinking she could get through them. Why would they refuse the high pay of getting rid of an Agent? She shook her head, regretting it that instant as small sparkles appeared behind her eyelids. 

Inés managed to get a long t-shirt over her head and got out of the bathroom with a sigh. Her bed had never been as tempting. Ava watched her, standing quietly next to the window, but didn’t move until Inés sat down over her duvet. 

“Will you stay?” asked Inés. Ava took her hand and caressed her scraped knuckles with her thumb, before barely grazing her lips over them. 

“As long as you want me to.” 

It didn’t matter for how long they had known each other. Every time, Ava left her breathless with her blunt, tender honesty. Inés didn’t trust herself enough to answer her, though, not that night, so she simply gestured for Ava to sit on the bed with her. Both of them knew she wouldn’t sleep that night. 

Ava rested against the headboard as Inés laid down, hiding her face against her body. She soon felt the ghost touch of Ava’s fingers as they hovered over her cheek, probably waiting for Inés to flinch in pain. What Inés couldn’t tell her then was that even that promise of a caress did much more for her that any medicine could. Ava’s fingers traced first the curve of her cheek, just as gentle as a summer breeze, then down her jaw until she reached her neck. 

The events with Murphy were barely the whisper of a memory for Inés, but she had to wonder how the sharp eyes of a caring vampire would see the old scar of Murphy’s bite. She often caught Ava staring at her with an unreadable expression, but those penetrating looks have become more sparse with time. She couldn’t care about it that night, when Ava moved past the scar to her shoulder and up again to gently brush the strand of hair curling by her ear. Inés had let it grow for the first time in years when she noticed Ava playing with that particular curl every time Inés rested her head on her shoulder. 

“I will do better next time.”

She knew that she wasn’t supposed to hear Ava’s words, that it wasn’t really a promise to her. Nothing Inés could say would alleviate Ava’s worries, at least in that moment. They had been avoiding the topic of Inés’ fragility for months; it could wait until morning. Although her limbs were growing heavier with exhaustion by the second, she moved to grasp Ava’s free hand in hers. Inés thought she heard a low chuckle.

And with Ava’s loving touch, Inés sighed, knowing full well that she would sleep soundly the whole night.

#sara writes #twc a #my characters #ines artola