#I'm working on trying to write happier things 😅

[theambitiouswoman]

Hi! I'm not sure if you've done one before, and if you have, feel free to ignore this, I'll find the post, but do you have any tips on how to start your self love journey? I've been struggling from the beginning of the way and I've made some progress but I feel like it's not enough. And I'm not sure exactly where to go. I read so many posts on self care and self love but I don't know which to start with cause they all seem like something people who've been on that journey for a long time are doing. I guess I'm saying I'm lost and not sure where to start or continue 😅

How To Start Your Self Love Journey 🥰❤️‍🩹

1. Accept yourself and realize that you are worthy of self love: When you learn to love yourself, you won't feel scared of what others think about you, and you'll be able to embrace who you are. Figure out what you like and what you dislike. Create boundaries and learn your love language. This part of the self love journey is crucial. I recommend that everyone takes the time to figure out who they are and learn how to accept themselves.

2. Affirmations: Start using positive statements can help your brain think in a happier way. Even if you don't believe them at first, saying them repeatedly can make you start believing. Choose some positive statements and say them often. Write them on sticky notes and put them around your home.

3. Do Things You Love: No matter how busy you are, set aside time for activities you enjoy. Whether it's a short trip or reading a favorite author's book, prioritize things that make you happy.

The idea is to take charge and actively shape a life that brings you happiness, rather than settling for one that doesn't. Treat yourself kindly and give yourself the wonderful gift of a life filled with happiness.

4. Take Care of Your Body: A good 30 minutes of exercising can change your whole day and mood. Aside from exercising, you should change your diet to healthier options. The foods you eat affect your mood and energy. Don't forget to rest too.

5. Quit The Negative Self Talk: Self-talk is basically how we talk to ourselves. We tend to be really hard on ourselves. I wrote a post about it recently here. I suggest trying to find proof for your thoughts and questioning them. In short, focus on how you speak to yourself. Many of our thoughts are extreme or very black and white. Most of these thoughts aren't even original, our minds pick up so much throughout the day. Almost always, people project their own insecurities, values, fears, and opinions onto us. Treat yourself kindly.

6. Don’t Compare Yourself to Others: Comparison is the fastest way to bring yourself down. It doesn’t matter what other people are doing or how far they’ve come. Everyone works at his own pace. Everyone is unique, and no uniqueness is better than the other.

7. Don't Care What Others Think: This isn't just about rejecting criticism; it's also about not becoming too focused on compliments. Your value isn't determined by others' opinions. Don't rely on external sources to validate yourself. Your worth comes from within.

8. Forgive And Let Go: With emotional pain, we often extend our suffering by clutching onto negative emotions like guilt, shame, and resentment, sometimes indefinitely. Rather than releasing these emotions, we cling to them, replaying hurtful moments repeatedly, hoping the person who hurt us will feel the same pain. Yet, harboring resentment is akin to consuming poison and expecting our enemy to suffer. Clinging to bitterness doesn't alter anything; it merely confines us to our pain.

Forgiveness liberates us—it's about us, not the person we're forgiving. Prioritizing our well-being over being right, it takes responsibility for our happiness instead of placing it in someone else's hands. Happiness trumps being right. Freedom often hinges on picking happiness over being right. When someone makes a mistake, it can be more satisfying to let them believe they're right and move on, rather than stewing over it. Reflect on someone who irked you three years ago. Can you even recall them now? If so, does it still provoke irritation? If not, why invest energy in something you'll forget in a year or two? Once you genuinely forgive, release it entirely. Forgiveness involves moving beyond resentment, focusing on positive actions and intentions instead.

9. Start a Gratitude Journal: A grateful heart is a magnet for miracles. You attract more good things in your life by being grateful for what you already have. Understanding what gratitude is can help you on your self love journey because of how you appreciate what you already have. Especially when we are in a place where we are only focused on the negative things in our life.

10. Practice Small Acts of Kindness For Yourself: Treat yourself to outings and buy things that make you happy. Set aside money for little things you enjoy. Remember, even the small gestures towards ourselves matter.

I suggest forming the habit of creating habits that lead you toward your desired life. A book I recommend is "Atomic Habits" by James Clear. It shows how habits can be positive or negative, and how doing something small daily can lead to significant outcomes.

11. Surround Yourself With Positivity: Watch motivational videos, and follow accounts promoting self-love and body positivity on social media, and unfollow those who make you feel bad. In real life too. Keep a Pinterest board with uplifting quotes. Use positivity to counter negativity. Aim to be realistic with your thoughts instead of assuming the worst. Focus on positive outcomes, and if that's hard, start with neutral thoughts.

Don't go to extremes with forced positivity. Aim for practical positivity. For instance, you might not be the absolute best, but you're a hard worker and your best is valuable. You might not excel at something today, but you can improve over time through effort.

12. Do A Lot of Self Reflecting: Write in your journal. Spend time alone. This is how you really understand yourself. Challenge your insecurities and the things you imagine about others. Figure out if you're accepting less than you deserve or if you're moving towards improvement.

13. Get To Know Yourself: The journey to personal growth begins with recognizing and embracing your true self before you start building and improving.

You can learn more about yourself by pondering these questions:

Am I Content with My Current Activities?

What Do I Want to Do?

Can I Turn My Passion into Reality?

By understanding yourself, including your values, priorities, motivations, sources of satisfaction, and abilities, you can discover your true desires and drive personal growth.

14. Realize That Going on A Self Love Journey Is Not Easy: Embarking on a journey of self-love involves a lot of heartache and healing. You might come across various self-love activities and advice, but the key is understanding that it requires dedication and effort. It's not a simple task. There will be moments when you feel like you've wasted a lot of time, prompting you to reevaluate your approach. There will be times when you believe you're making progress, only to realize there's more to work on. It's essential to recognize that you're taking significant steps to unlearn old habits and make changes.

My suggestion is to genuinely take a moment to understand that self-love is a commitment. It's like building a muscle that needs regular exercise. Think of it as tending to a plant that requires consistent care. Recognize that self-love isn't always about positivity; there are challenges to overcome as well. It's a realistic journey that involves ups and downs, rather than just an easy path of happiness.

15. Discover Your Purpose: Discovering your purpose can bring more happiness and fulfillment to your life. Each of us possesses unique talents and gifts to contribute to the world. When you share what you're meant to give, you align with your best self. Follow what feels right to you. You don't have to have it all figured out.

16. Take Action: Instead of getting stuck in overthinking and planning every detail perfectly, take action. Even if you're unsure, take that first step. You don't need a complete roadmap; just follow the path that feels right and see where it leads you. Your initial step might not instantly lead you to your dream scenario, but it could serve as a foundation. Regardless of where you find yourself, value your current position. Understand that every action you take along your journey contributes to your ultimate destination.

17. Don't Start Everything Anew: You don't have to build your ideal life completely from scratch. Observe what others are doing that deeply resonates with you and brings you a sense of vitality. Is it their well-structured routine, their freedom from routines, or perhaps their ability to travel extensively? The more precisely you identify the elements that ignite your passion, the easier it becomes to visualize and shape your own desired life.

18. Act As If: Embrace the "fake it till you make it" approach. Hold the belief that whatever you desire is attainable, even if there's no current proof of its possibility. Behave as though it's already unfolding and remain receptive to opportunities that guide you toward your objective.

19. Surround Yourself with Like-Minded People: You tend to adopt the mindset of those you spend the most time with. Avoid people who bring negativity, and instead, connect with individuals who view the world as abundant. Invest more time with those whose thinking you aspire to emulate. If you're lacking inspiring connections, seek out new friendships.

20. Give: Giving is one of our greatest joys. When we have faith in the abundant nature of our universe and freely offer, we elevate our energy and create an opportunity to receive abundance in return. When we withhold because of distrust in abundance, we inadvertently attract the very scarcity we wish to avoid. The universe operates on a balance of action and reaction, like inhaling and exhaling, giving and receiving. Hence, the more you give, the more you open yourself to receiving, and vice versa.

21. Gratitude In Real Life: Gratitude goes beyond mere politeness of saying "thank you" when given something. True gratitude involves being aware of and profoundly valuing the numerous blessings in your life. Since gratitude generates positive emotions, it elevates your energy to a high frequency, attracting more positive feeling

22. Change Your Story: The stories we tell ourselves shape our lives greatly. Often, we hold onto untrue beliefs like "I lack money" or "I'm not capable," which blinds us to the many possibilities and chances around us. To reshape your life, begin by realizing that you are the author of your life. When you decide to draft a better script, your life becomes more meaningful. To let go of old narratives, first, be aware of them. If there's something you want to do but haven't, ask why. What's stopping you? Every story you tell serves a purpose, whether it's healthy or not. For instance, if you believe you're depressed, you might avoid exerting yourself and receive attention. We often prioritize the benefits of our stories over our actual desires. Comfort becomes more important than seizing control of our lives.

Once you identify old stories and their hidden gains, compose fresh, empowering narratives. To make these new stories your reality, focus on them. Embrace the happiness and excitement they bring. Use them as affirmations, repeating them until they replace the old tales entirely.

Self love can lead to you to big personal transformations.

You'll treat yourself with greater compassion and understanding. Your self-support and ability to forgive will bring a sense of calmness. Embracing self love enables you to truly live and embrace each moment. Through it, you'll have more love to give to others, improving your relationships. You become the architect of your own happiness.

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[linos-luna]

Idk if the requests are open 😅😅 but I'm so in love with your writing

Can you try a drabble with soft dom boyfriend taehyung and an inexperienced reader losing her virginity after a romantic date? Lots of fluff and praises and kisses too please 💕💕

thank you so much

Yes requests are still open! 💕

Oh thank you 🥺

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Pretty Girl ❣️☁️

Soft!Dom!Taehyung x Inexperienced!Reader

Warnings: smut, 18+, unprotected sex, lots of kissing, pet names, oral(fem receiving)

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Officially, you are a couple and you couldn’t be happier. You’ve had a few dates and finally he asked if it was official. You’ve never had a boyfriend. All your crushes in high school were met with rejection. You don’t socialize with many men in your adult life. You have no idea how this works. But now you have Taehyung to show you.

It was a great night. Taehyung had taken you on a little boba date and now you were relaxing, watching a movie while eating ice cream at his place.

You were just about done with your ice cream when a sex scene started. It looked intense and you couldn’t help rubbing your legs together.

Your boyfriend took notice and put his arm around you, having you lean into him.you blushed at the feeling of his simple touch.

“… y/n? Are you okay, darling?”

Taehyung’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts and you looked at him. “U-um… yeah I’m okay…”

“You’re blushing.” He chuckled. “Something got you worked up?”

“U-uhh…”

Taehyung thought you looked so cute when flustered and gave you a kiss on the forehead before rubbing your thighs, going higher and higher.

“Do you like this baby?” He whispered in your ear. “You like my touch?”

You nodded, not sure why your panties suddenly feel wet.

“I need words, darling.” He said while holding your jaw. “I need my pretty girl to speak to get what she wants…”

“I-I… um… Tae… can you…?” You stumbled over your words as he inched his way up your thigh to you center. “I want… I… help me… uhm…”

Taehyung couldn’t help but laugh at your stuttering. It was so cute.

“Do you not know what you want?”

“It’s just… I’ve never…”

His eyes widened when he realized what you meant. You’re a virgin.

“Aw baby… why didn’t you just say so…?

You blushed in embarrassment, trying to cover your face.

“Don’t hide yourself.” He said while kissing your cheek and gently rubbing your thigh. “You know… I can show you some things if you want…”

You nod and he tilts your chin up.

“I like words, baby.” He said in a teasing voice.

“Y-yes Taehyung.”

“Good girl.” He said with a satisfied smile, now gently kissing your lips.

Hearing him call you a good girl only made you blush more and you swear your underwear just got wetter.

“You know, I like a good girl…” he whispered while kissing down your neck. “A good girl who behaves… is that you darling? Are you going to behave for me…?”

“Yes Taehyung…” you gasp as you felt his hot breath on your neck.

“I’m going to touch you now? Is that okay?” He asked while moving his hand under your shirt.

“Y-yes Tae… touch me please…” you replied in an almost breathy tone.

Taehyung smirked and reached under your shirt to gaze the material of your bra, ever once in a while, touching your skin.

The feeling was new and you liked it.

“Baby, can you please take off your pants for me and lay down?” He asked softly.

“Okay…” you nodded and started pulling down your pants before laying down on the couch.

“Good girl.” Taehyung said, giving you a peck on the lips. “I’m going to make you feel good. You can tell me when to stop.”

Slowly he lowered your panties and you instinctively put your hands over it.

“It’s okay, baby.” Taehyung said, putting his hand over yours, moving it to the side. “Do you trust me, darling?”

“Y-yes… I trust you, Tae…”

Your boyfriend moved one of your legs over the top of the couch and the other on his shoulder, giving him full access to your wet cunt.

You felt so aroused by the feeling of him kissing your inner thighs and suddenly whimper out loud when he kissed your bare cunt.

He nodded and continued kissing your cunt, moving his finger in to prep you. You nearly screamed as he so and could help bucking your hips.

“Are you okay, y/n?”

“Y-yes Tae.”

Taehyung nodded and started lowering his pants and boxers. He rubbed his hard cock a bit before teasing your cunt with it.

Truthfully you never seen one in person and it scared you a bit. He could see that and rubbed your cheek.

“Are you ready baby?”

“Y-yes Tae.”

Taehyung gently kisses your lips as her enters you, it was a tight fit but he loved it. You moaned at the feeling and held on tight to his shirt, your hands shaking.

“You’re doing so good for me baby.” He said reassuringly. “You’re such a good girl.”

He was still, wanting you to get used to the feeling before moving. Even then he slowly thrusted. It was a tight fit anyways.

You were already whining and making little noises as he did so. He found it adorable actually.

He gave you some more kisses before thrusting faster.

“You like that baby?” He teased. “You like being full of my cock?”

“Tae-… agh Tae~” you could only moan in response as you were feeling for something to hold onto.

Taehyung held you hand as kept going, feeling your hip stuttering as you were definitely getting worked up. You only made little noises, unable to speak as he constantly hit your weak spot.

“T-Tae! T-Tae!” You cried a bit as you felt your high coming.

“It’s okay baby.” He said as he was going a little slower. “Cum for me like a good girl.”

“C-cum?”

“Let go darling.” He said while his hips stutter as well.

You had an intense orgasm and as you were trying to catch your breath but as he started pull out to cum as well you grabbed is arm.

“You… you can…” you were practically panting but he knew what you meant and groaned as he thrusted one more time and came. It was euphoric and he littered you face with kisses.

“Such a good girl…” he said in a breathy tone as he lay next to you. He held you and you leaned into his embrace. “I can’t wait to show you more things, pretty girl.”

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[audhd-author]

Wow! You're good writing smut, I just read the tony smut and wow!

Can you write a baby making with wife reader and hubby tony? I'd love to have all his babies 🤰🏻

Thanks Thanks!!!

Aww thank you, to be honest, its the only type of writing that comes easily to me... 🤭😅

It's a bit short but I hope you like it!

- Audhd Author

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Fill Me

A long day in the workshop with his beautiful wife gets Tony thinking it's time to expand the family.

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1758 word

NSFW (18+)

Breeding kink, conceiving, marking kink, cunnilingus, creampies, multiple positions, multiple orgasms, nipple play, teasing, praise kink, dirty talk, heavy smut.

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A groan escapes you as you turn the shower off, steam rising inside the glass walls. It'd been a long day, both Tony and you had been up since the crack of dawn, neither by choice. Not surprisingly, the two of you had ended up in his workshop, deciding to keep working on your projects. Looking in the mirror, inspecting for any remaining grease marks, you pull your dressing gown tight around you. Tying it up, you grab a second towel, half-assedly drying your hair with it as you walk into your bedroom.

Tony, holding a book in one hand, looks up as you walk into the room, smiling proudly as he watches you fling the towel down and crawl into bed. His arm reaches out to grab around the small of your back, pulling you close to him as one of your legs wraps over his lap. His lips place a gentle kiss to your forehead and you rest your head and hand on his bare chest. "Hi baby." You murmur, trying to catch a glimpse of the book he's reading. "Hi, my love." He replies, a soft smile on his lips as he kisses the top of your head.

Curling up into your husband is your favourite thing to do. In this position, you can hear every beat of his heart, so tranquil and welcoming. His hand begins to lightly draw delicate patterns on your lower back as you sigh contentedly. Tiredness overtaking your body, you let your eyes slide shut, not sleeping but enjoying the warmth of being in the arms of your man.

Sometime later, could've been minutes, could've been hours, you're never sure how long it's been when you're with Tony, he breaks the comfortable silence in the room. "Darling?"

"Mmm?" You hum, still not opening your eyes, you manage to give a slight nod to indicate your listening. He closes his book, setting it on the nightstand as his other hand continues its calming ministrations on your back. "I've been thinking…" He pauses, not sure how to continue.

"Well that's either a blessing or a curse." You reply, extracting a gentle chuckle from him as he places another kiss to your head. "Well I'm hoping it's the first." He says, pausing to take a breath before continuing. "The two of us in the workshop today, I couldn't be happier. I got to be with my beautiful wife, doing what we love and it got me thinking. I want a mini-us to teach everything to." The last sentence is said so fast that you aren't entirely sure if you heard him correctly. Your head lifts up to look at him.

"Baby, did you just say you're ready to start trying?" You ask, excitement creeping into your tone. Of course you and Tony had discussed kids and ideal family life before marrying but we weren't ready to start right away. "Only if you want to love, I can wait however long it takes for you to be ready." He replies, his fingers still dancing over your lower back. "I've gotta admit, lately the thought has been crossing my mind as well." You say as a smile begins to pull handsomely at his lips.

"Is that a yes?" He asks, still not entirely sure if you're on board with the idea. Reaching your hand from his chest to his jaw, you nod, a grin pulling on both of your faces. "Yes, I want to start trying." You laugh as he pulls your body flush against his, your lips crashing together as he rolls you over onto your back. Gasping for air as he breaks the kiss, he looks down at you before burying his head in the crook of your neck. "Fuck, I love you Mrs Stark." He growls against your skin, the deep vibrations travelling straight to your core. His teeth gently pull the skin of your neck between his lips as a soft moan escapes you. "I love you more Mr Stark." You grin as he brings his lips back to yours, his hands undoing the belt of your dressing gown.

A low growl emits from his throat as he sees your naked form underneath the gown. "No clothes underneath, darling?" He groans, kneading your breasts in his hands. A whimper falls off your lips as you reply. "Never for you." Tony inhales a deep growl at your words before kissing down your body. Sucking and nibbling, shades of purple and red blossom over your skin from your collarbone to your pelvis as he positions himself between your legs. Pulling your legs onto his shoulders, his arms reach up to play with your nipples as he licks a long stripe up your dripping core. A shudder runs down your spine as he does, a groan escaping his lips as he tastes your arousal.

"God you're so wet, darling. Does the idea of me filling you with a kid turn you on?" He purrs against your clit as a breathy moan emits from you. A crimson heat spreads across your cheeks as you nod, your reply coming out in a shuddered moan as he sucks your clit into his mouth. "So much." His hands move to your hips, holding you in place with a grip you hoped would leave bruises as he hears your response, a low groan emitting from his throat as he does. Your hands tangled in his hair as you pulled him impossibly closer to your throbbing heat, the vibrato in his voice making your thighs shake around his head. Tony licks each drop of arousal leaking from your entrance like a man dying of dehydration, fueled by a newfound desire. Each precise move of his tongue sends you one step closer to the edge, your abs tightening in pleasure as your body twitches. “Fuck, Tony.” You breathe, a hot flush spreading through your veins as your thighs tighten around his head. The movement fuels his desire, his grip tightening on your hips as he increases his ministrations on your sensitive bud.

Finally, the coil snaps. Tony’s name exits your mouth in a string of moans as your grip becomes white-knuckled, your head falling back on the pillows. As the wave of pleasure crashes over your body, your body spasming as your white-knuckled grip in Tony’s hair grows impossibly tighter as he continues to eat you out with an undying hunger. Your breathing laboured, a tingling sensation flows through your body as Tony places a final kiss to your clit. Trailing his lips up over your skin, your body shivers in response as a smirk pulls at his features. You can feel his arousal through the stretched material of his boxers as he positions his hips in between your thighs, his mouth attaching to your neck as he begins to grind down against your heat. A whimper escapes your lips as he sucks the skin of your neck between his teeth. “We aren’t stopping until every inch of your pretty pussy is filled with my cum.” He growls against your neck, his words only fueling the desire burning in your core. “Fill me up, please. I need all of you.” You plead as he chuckles in the crook of your neck.

“That’s my girl.” He smirks, sitting up to remove his boxers. Throwing them across the room, he crawls back over you, his arms sliding under your shoulders, pulling you tight as you feel his tip at your entrance. With a slow thrust of his hips, he slides inside you, a whimper falling off your lips as he groans into your skin. Slowly pulling out, he pushes his hips back in, setting a pace that sends shivers down your spine with each slow, precise thrust. The stretch of your walls around him is an indescribable feeling, his cock rubbing your sweet spot with each buck of his hips. “Oh fuck, Tony.” A moan falls off your lips, your nails scratching down his back as he shivers in pleasure. “Your pussy is fucking milking my cock, darling. So tight.” He groans as he rocks your body beneath him with each thrust. Pure bliss courses through your veins as he gently nibbles from your earlobe to the base of your neck, moans escaping you freely.

With each buck of his hips, he draws you closer to your high. His arms still wrapped underneath you, he rolls the both of you over, keeping himself inside you. His hands now on your hips, he guides your movements as you begin to ride his throbbing member. “Show me how much you want my cum.” He growls, your breasts bouncing with your ministrations. Placing your hands on his chest, you begin to grind more desperately for your release, his cock hitting the place you so desperately crave him. Tony’s eyes roll back into his head as you do, his grip tightening on his hips. “That’s my good girl.” He groans, bucking his hips deeper into you from underneath. Curses escape you in a breathy moan, your body twitching as the coil tightens in your stomach. Your walls pulsing around him, Tony begins to fuck up into you with a furious desire. Letting your head fall back, your breasts bounce with each precise thrust of his hips. “My god-.” You gasp, a hot pleasure coursing through your veins. “Tony please, I need your cum.”

A growl emits from his throat as he continues to thrust up into you at a brutal pace, both of you on the edge of bliss. His cock rubbing firmly against the sensitive flesh inside you sends an intense wave of pleasure crashing over your body. Collapsing on top of him, a breathless moan escapes you as your walls clench around him, sending his release flooding over him. A groan falls freely from his lips as he pulls your body tighter to him, hot strings of cum coating your walls. His hand grabs your jaw, pulling your lips to his as you begin to come down from your highs, your body twitching above him. Breaking the kiss, both of you gasp for air as you rest your forehead on his, thighs shaking on either side of him.

“Fuck I can’t wait to see your gorgeous body carrying our child.” He murmurs, his lips brushing against yours as you grin. “I love you.” You whisper, your body barely managing to comprehend words, let alone speak. A chuckle escapes him as he places another kiss on your lips. “I love you more, my beautiful baby mama.”

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[somethingsteff]

Fic Tag Game

Thanks for the tags @fangeek-girl and @ineffable-snowman!

How many works do you have on Ao3?

I only have one work on ao3, but I do have a few on fanfiction.net from way back in the day. 😅

2. What's your Ao3 word count?

4,043! I'm actually pretty proud of that! I know it's really not much, but considering that's only one story I feel like it's a decent amount of writing.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

On ao3 I've only written for Star Wars (Obikin), but on ff.net I have one Harry Potter (Drarry) story and a couple Twilight ones. 😅

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

I've only got the one - Dad's Got a Date with a Vampire - that's published on ao3, but it has 135 kudos. Again, pretty proud of that!

5. Do you respond to comments?

Every one! I honestly couldn't believe anyone would read my story, let alone comment on it, so I was on cloud nine responding to all of them.

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Nope, no angst here. I avoid reading any angsty endings, so I am incapable of writing one. When I read, write, or even just dip into a headcanon I'm using it as a way to get out of reality for a bit and get into sme sort of happy story. Because of that I don't forsee myself ever writing something with an ending that could be considered even remotely angsty.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Well, since I've only got the one published I'd say that one. But I'm writing another one that might be considered a happier ending? It's hard to rate happy endings, now that I think of it, since (spoiler) they'll all involve the main pair (in this case Obi-Wan and Anakin) getting together. Lol.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

So far I haven't! I hope that streak continues.

9. Do you write smut? What kind?

I'm trying to. 😂 The one I've got published doesn't have any, but a one-shot I'm working on includes some lingerie, a Daddy kink, and some pillow princess Obi-Wan (not at ALL what I envisioned when I started the story, but here we are).

10. Do you write cross-overs?

I never have, and I tend to avoid cross-overs in the stories I read so I don't really see myself writing one.

11. Have you ever had a fic translated?

No, but that would be so cool!

12. Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

I haven't, and I don't know that I ever would. I'm the kind of person who is terrified of letting other group members down, so I would be so stressed about getting my parts done in what I consider a timely manner for myself (which others would probably consider an unrealistic expectation). It would have to be something really specific with someone I'm pretty comfortable with.

13. What WIP you would like to finish, but doubt you ever will?

Hmmmm. Other than the ones on my ff.net acount, I don't think I'll not finish something. It just might take forever and a day. But I know that about myself, so I've decieded that the multi-chapter fic I've got in the works won't get published until I'm done with it completely. I don't want to run the risk of getting out of my hyperfixation before finishing it and disappointing anyone.

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

I don't think I could come up with any one ultimate favorite ship! I'm currently in an Obikin fixation, but there's a plethora of others that are near and dear to my heart.

15. What are your writing strengths?

Oh god, I don't know. Honestly I would say that I don't really have any? I consider myself kind of mediocre. 😅

16. What are your writing weaknesses?

Actually writing. Lol. In actuality it's probably coming up with overarching plots. I come up with a shit ton of random details and stuff, but always blank on bigger picture stuff.

17. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

Love it, but I want them to have two things:

Be gramattically correct if it's a real language

Have a translation in parenthasis with it so I don't have to constantly be googling or have to skip down the page and lose my place (it also pulls me out of the story if I have to do those things)

18. First fandom you wrote for?

Probably a songfic for Twilight. Lol.

19. Favourite fic you've ever written?

Of the ones that are done, for sure Dad's Got a Date with a Vampire!

20. What fic would you want to rewrite one day?

My Drarry fic on ff.net, maybe. It wasn't much, but I remember liking it so I feel sentimental about it.

I don't know who to tag who hasn't been tagged yet, so if you're seeing this I'm (no pressure) tagging you! 💖

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[buckybleu]

no place like home

pairing: mafia!Bucky Barnes x dectective!reader

"When l'm just with you, love needs no explanation. It just is and we just are." - Michael Faudet

warnings: (18+ NSFW, Minors DNI) fingering, mentions of minor character death, smidge of angst

word count: 2.1k

A/N: I'm a day late on the deadline (sorry Linda, life got hectic 😅) but this for @wint3r-h3art 1.2k writing challenge! Congratulations again on your milestone, cheers to many more 🎉 It's been a minute since I've written something, so I'm rusty haha. I hope you enjoy reading this 💗

likes are appreciated, reblog/comments are wonderful! ❤️

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All the wealth and power of New York runs through the veins of Bucky Barnes. Legitimate businesses throughout the city are lucrative fronts for his statewide, underground operations. No one really knows what happens under the table. There are rumors of gambling rings, narcotic and drug trafficking, fraud, loan sharking, but nothing is concrete. But with this much speculation and murmurs, you’d think the police would be tipped off. 

No. No one dares to go to the police, in fear of Barnes's retaliation.

No one except you.

A smirk plays on Bucky’s face when the metal door opens, followed by the clicks of your heels. Bucky knows better than to speak to the police without Steve. Senators, judges, and the district attorney sit snug in Bucky’s back pocket. One phone call and all of this could go away. 

He’s not worried though and decides against it. It’s been too long since he last saw you.

Though they were in happier circumstances.

“Mr. Barnes,” you open the manilla folder and slide it in front of Bucky, “care to explain these photos to me?” In front of Bucky is an array of black and white photos, some taken from afar of him in his car and close ups of him and another figure.

“It’s a bit too hard to make out what these photos are, angel.” Bucky licks his lips, adoring the frustrated pout on your lips. Those lips are his vice, especially when they’re wrapped around his cock.

You walk around the table, hovering over his left shoulder. The next photo clearly shows Bucky and Rumlow at the harbor ports. “Two dozen cargo shipments were seized early this morning, all filled with crates of narcotics, among other things. Brock Rumlow has been arrested for narcotic and drug trafficking and possession with intent to distribute.”

“And what does that have to do with me?” asks Bucky, carefully eyeing the blinking red light in the corner. As much as he loves playing dumb with you, Bucky’s not stupid.

You glance down at the photos on the table, huffing with annoyance. There’s no way Bucky will give you the information you want, especially knowing how many hawks are listening and watching on the other side of the window. “Give us five, Maximoff. Cut the cameras and audio.” Wanda’s concerned eyes ask you the unwavering question. Are you sure boss? Only when you give her an assured nod, they leave the room.

The crimson light halts, indicating you’re both free to say and do whatever, without the eyes and ears of your colleagues. You carefully slide onto the table in front of Bucky and lean forward, grasping his chin between your fingers.

“You and I both know what happened at those ports, Bucky. I’m not asking you to fess’ up, give me something that I could work with here.” There’s no doubt in your mind that Bucky’s manufacturing and selling drugs to Rumlow. Hell, you even know where all the warehouses that store his large cargo shipments are.

Bucky chuckles, shaking his head. “Angel, you really want to talk about work right now? I haven’t seen you in months and this is how you treat me? No kiss hello?” His left calloused hand slides up your thigh until they’re under your skirt, fingers toying with the flimsy lace. “Are these my favorite? It’s like you were expecting me to touch you.”

The edge of the cold metal table sinks into your thighs as Bucky slowly rubs your clit, slick wetting your inner thighs. You try to pull Bucky’s hand away but your resolve breaks when two of his fingers sink into your warm pussy. 

“Months, angel. You don’t answer texts or calls, deprive me of my pussy, and now you try to get me in trouble?” Bucky hums in disappointment, knuckles deep inside you.

You had no choice. 

The department had done a crack down on everyone, news of a supposed rat within. Someone was handing off documents and signing off deals with Barnes. No matter how deep your loyalty ran, everyone was being watched. 

“Bucky, please stop. We don’t have-” Your moans claws its way up your throat as Bucky thrusts in and out of you, speed slowly increasing. Your warm, tight cunt swallows his fingers, begging for relief. “Oh fuck! 3 m-minutes Bucky.” This is so wrong, but so good. The band in your belly tenses, teasing you of your release. Ohfuckfuckfuck.

His blue eyes watch you intensely, your erotic figure ready to unravel on his fingers. Good girl. With his right hand, he cups your cheek and pulls you into a searing kiss. The cold metal of his rings soothe the heat radiating from your cheek. The air in your lungs is knocked out, only feeling the thrashing of his tongue on yours.

2 minutes. 

“Here's what’s going to happen Angel. You are going to come all over my fingers.” Your eyes snap back to him, whining for relief, “And then we’re going to pretend like nothing happened.” His thumb circles your aching clit, your pussy clenching down even more on his fingers. You vigorously shake your head, a breathy please escape your lips.

“Then Steve will open that door and get me out of here. Understand?” Yesyesyes. Your head rolls back in pleasure as his thumb adds more pressure onto your clit, your hips grinding harder on his fingers.

“Cum, now.” His deep voice sends shock waves through your body as your sweet nectar soaks his hand. You’re struggling to keep your cries quiet, your body giving up as you hold onto his broad shoulders. Your legs quiver as he slowly withdraws his hand, admiring your glistening slick on his hand. 

1 minute.

Bucky sucks every drop of you off his fingers, moaning in bliss of how sweet you taste. “Just as I remember, Angel.” You float back to reality, steadying your breath as you go to stand. Legs wobbly, you straighten out your skirt. Bucky leans back into his seat and studies you with pride. After all this time, your body still craves me, angel. You know where you belong. 

30 seconds.

You stare at him, unable to hide the smile on your face. “Fuck you, Barnes.”

Bucky snickers and stands up from his seat. Fuck him and his adonis figure. “You already have, doll.” 

And as on cue, the metal door slams open and there stands the mighty Steve Rogers. “We’re done here. Let’s go Bucky.”

You turn back to the table and grab the manilla folder. I’m so fucked. Stark didn’t want Rumlow at the stake, but Barnes. He’s been on your ass for the last three weeks, hounding you to get more information on Bucky and take him in. You have all the information, but were you willing to hand it over?

The knocking on the door snaps you out of your battling thoughts. Turning, you find Steve walking towards you. You expect him to scold you for keeping his client here with no access to his lawyer, but instead he pulls you into a tight hug.

“You’re playing a dangerous game, doll.” Steve whispers, pulling out of the embrace, “Stark is going to end your career and put you behind bars if you aren’t careful.”

“You think I don’t know that Rogers? He has deputies following my every move.”

Steve sighs in defeat, “Bucky and I both know you don’t belong here. You’ll thrive and do so much more with Bucky. Think about it” Steve presses a kiss into your hair and leaves you to ruminate.

Maybe it’s time to go.

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Once upon a time, your family was connected directly to the Barnes family. Your father was the consigliere to Bucky’s father, serving as a trusted friend, confidant, and mediator for the family. And by extension, you and your family were also heavily protected.

However, your father made a promise to your mother. Neither you or her would directly be a part of his work. Your mother stayed home and took care of you, while your father worked long hours with Mr. Barnes. Everything from school, extracurricular activities, grocery stores, shopping malls, and more, were away from mafia territory. 

You were 13 years old when you lost your father. “Wrong place, wrong time,” that was what Mr. Barnes had told your mother, and she was furious. No promise or amount of money would be enough to bring back your father or her beloved husband. 

When the day of the funeral came, Mr. Barnes, his family, and all trusted associates were in full attendance. Flowers and condolences were abundant, alongside security. It was here where you met Bucky; the mop of brunette hair with braces greeted you with a hug and a bouquet of tulips, promising you he’d be there for you if you needed anything.

That was what it felt like a lifetime ago. You’re both now grown adults, on total opposites of the career spectrums. Bucky took over his father’s empire; you continued a normal life as much as your mother could have you. But somewhere between working as a detective and sinking deeper in corruption, you find yourself closer to Bucky’s world.

“I don’t want you to have blood on your hands, honey. Not like your father, stay far away from Barnes. You’re only going to get yourself killed.”

Your mother’s words can be heard in the far distance every time you see Bucky. But that’s never stopped you from wanting more. 

You promised yourself it was a one time hookup, needing to relieve stress from a nasty breakup. But one time led to another. And another. To a point where you and Bucky met monthly at a hotel in another city.

Your keys jingle as you unlock your door, a breath of relief when you kick it close. Your bones ache and all you want is a large glass of wine. But the daydream of wine and a warm bath dissolve when lights from the kitchen illuminate the hallway.

You blindly rummage through your bag until your hand grips your handgun. Holding it out in front of you, you cautiously make your way down the hall, ready for whatever fight awaits you. So this what mother meant right? I’m going to die tonight, fuck.

“I can hear you from a mile away, angel. Your stealth skills aren’t the greatest.”

Bucky? 

You lower your weapon and tuck it inside the waistband of your skirt, “It would be better if you stayed away from me, Barnes. Stark’s watching me,” 

Bucky stays put, looking out the window. There are two unmarked, black sedans parked on your curb. You and Steve really weren't kidding, Tony’s got eyes everywhere on everyone. He curtly closes the blinds before striding over to you. 

Bucky cups your cheek as he runs this thumb over your bottom lip, “Please come home, with me.” His steel blues cut right into your heart; there wasn’t anything you’d do for this man. But right now, you needed him to do the one you didn’t want him to do. Leave.

“Bucky, I can’t-”

“There is no power in this world which can stop me from taking you away. All you have to do is say yes.” His hands now tightly grasp your waist, his eyes begging you. “Just say yes angel. And I’ll take care of everything else.”

There’s no doubt in your mind that Bucky can make this all go away. One phone call and all of it, Stark, the department, everything, would be gone in a blink of an eye. But the resounding disappointment of your mother’s voice haunts you. Her and your father did everything they could to keep out of harm's way of this dangerous underworld. Only for you to run straight for it.

“You don’t understand Bucky. Stark will know. He’s got two cars downstairs ready to break down this door. If they find you here with me or anywhere else later, my life is over.” You nuzzle your face into Bucky's neck, the first drops of tears staining his suit.

“Your life won’t be over. You’ll have a life with me,” he promises. Bucky cradles your head, pressing soft kisses to your hair. He lifts your face in his warm hands, forehead pressed against yours. The warm scent of leather and citrus intoxicate your thoughts. “Say yes, angel. Please.”

Bucky’s soft lips melts against yours, passion and love poured into every kiss, sealing the rest of your future together. 

Tears stream down your warm cheeks as you fight back the small bursts of laughter. Wiping your tear stained cheek with the sleeve of your shirt, you give Bucky a sweet smile. “We shouldn’t do this. This is a terrible idea.” 

“You’re right,” Bucky gently kisses your nose, eyes filled with adoration when he glances down at you. “But you’d say yes every time for me.”

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all mistakes & errors are mine!

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[lastlymatt]

You make very good points comparing book and tv Alex, thanks for replying to my ask! I clearly have not reread the books in a while so I should go do that :)

And you are very right about tv!Alex being naive. Yes, I felt he was more mature than book!Alex in the way he presents himself generally, and maybe this is partly due to his appearance on screen vs what I used to envision of book!Alex. But you are right that a lot of his actions and decisions are very naive.

Going to scorpia knowing it's a literal terrorist organization and not only not wanting to kill anyone but not even trying to pretend he's into it so that he could go in undercover? He's lucky Yassen had his back or he'd be so dead.

There were many moments in the show where I did go, 'Alex, come on,' when he was doing something stupid. But maybe I have rose tinted glasses on or expect little, because I love the show enough that I'm like, 'okay they have low budget, I get that they can't film everything, I can look past this plot point/plot armor/lazy writing because I know they don't have the time/budget for everything.' But hey, again, maybe I should have higher expectations anyway haha.

Like having Tom and Kyra somehow so easily show up on Malagosto and do surveillance without getting caught. The department leaving the flash drive in the computer for no reason. Alex getting into Mrs. Jones' apartment so easily, and conveniently having no earpiece so that Yassen couldn't hear what happened?

I spotted all of that and the rest, but let it go. I think I am just so glad we have this show that I'll take what we get 😅

It makes complete sense to assume that TV!Alex is more mature than book!Alex! TV!Alex isn't as sassy as his book counterpart and mostly comes across as calmer and more mature. This might also have something to do with the fact that we don't get to hear Alex's thoughts like we do in the books.

Yes, he is incredibly lucky Yassen had his back; otherwise, I'm not sure what TV!Nile would've done to him (Nile is another character who is very different from his book counterpart, but someone else I believe already talked about that)

Believe me, I utterly adore this show! It made so many improvements on the original material, which is also why I think it's important to point out the parts where it stumbled. Those are also often the bits that generate interesting discussions. But also, those faults can be explained very often with a little suspension of disbelief.

And yeah, I can absolutely see those things as faults, but it's also not very fun when Scorpia has all the cards and knows how to block their plans perfectly. Scorpia needs weaknesses that can be exploited! An all-powerful organisation that makes no mistakes is honestly boring and no fun.

Some of these things make sense if you consider that Scorpia, specifically Julia, feels complacent and overconfident. They managed to make the world believe that they were dead and gone while they continued to work in the shadows. Why would they worry so much about guarding one of their hard-to-reach training facilities against two untrained teenagers?

Also, it's nice to show off that Alex isn't the only one with skills since the TV series so heavily emphasises the importance of friends, family, and teamwork.

I fully agree with you about the flash drive issue. They tried to excuse it later but come on, you should be more paranoid than that!

Alex getting into Mrs Jones' apartment so easily is almost exactly like it went in the book (as far as I remember), so that is on Ahorz. And Alex can have a little competence as a treat before his breakdown 🙃

I honestly hadn't considered the idea of Yassen giving him an earpiece! I think it would've been caught by the metal detector, maybe? But this can also be chalked up to Yassen trusting his boy.

So yeah, it may have its issues, but I also genuinely believe it is one of the better adaptations I've seen in a very long time despite the many changes, and I couldn't be happier with what we got!

#alex rider #ask

[toxicanonymity]

A little😬 personal message/love letter💌

Tw: fluff and lots of praise💕

I’ve been meaning to write this for some time but your awesome milestone seems like a perfect opportunity to congratulate you and express my gratitude! Was hesitant to call it a love letter cuz it might sound creepy😅 but I remembered WHAT we enjoy in these parts and creepy is kinda the highest praise so I’ll stick to calling it a LOVE letter! Which it IS!💜

I’ve been reading your stories for some time now, but surprisingly not as long as I thought. 🤔They’re such a big part of my day/life/heart now that I could swear I’ve been enjoying your work for a long time. But no, just a few months or so. At first I’ve been lurking around, scared to comment on/reblog the depravity of it all😝, but your talented writing sucked me in real fast and I decided to let my depraved self free. Also there was an urge to shout at you about how amazing your stories are! So let me do just that.

I love you, your stories and everything you share with us! Your writing is incredible, the characters are so vivid in my mind that I feel I could touch them/ and hell I’d love to hehe😏 The other day I was about to comment that your NW-coded Ghostface was so true to NW character with his talk and all, but stopped and thought to myself ‘wait, of course she described him perfectly, it’s HER character!!’😅 So I guess in my mind your Joels are authentic Pedro boys like Javi p, Dieter etc.

The writing process that you shared amazes me! I respect it so much! You put your soul into it and dedicate so much thought, care and time to it! Thank you!🙏

And giiiirl the range on your writing!!👏Your stories can be scary, angsty, fluffy(YES I said it) and funny! And I wanna highlight this word FUNNY! Another thing that gripped me by the “balls” in your blog is your sense of humour. I value it in people greatly. I love your subtle jokes and often cackle reading your fics and answers to asks. And last but definitely not least your smut be smutting like no one else’s. 🥵👏🙌🙌🙌

Also you created a whole ass community for your readers, and I think not only your writing but also your amazing personality is the reason why we feel so welcomed and comfortable on your blog. Thank you for this too!💜

I love fanfiction and there’re so many wonderful writers on this hellsite but you’re definitely my favourite!🥹

If you ever need any help, advice or whatever from silly little me I’ll be there for you! Sending you a hug and two hundred white roses jttJoel style😁🫂💕💕💕 love you!

And sorry for the wordiness😬

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I've been writing Joel for less than three months and it rly does feel like so much longer that we've been interacting. Y'all are honestly a huge part of my day/life/heart, too.

It makes me so happy when people embrace themselves, depravity and all. When you embrace yourselves you embrace me and each other, too. I've never acknowledged a milestone before, but I realized it's not really about me, it's about "the community," like you said. And nothing makes me happier than people feeling welcomed and comfortable here. And what you said about the community, that's when I thermal printed this lol. 🖤

The fact that you imagine night walks as a distinct pedro boy is like the highest compliment I can imagine for a Joel. And thank you for saying that about my range 🥹 it's cool being notorious but I do enjoy variety 🖤 I def try not to take myself too seriously so I'm glad you enjoy those lighter moments and that they don't nullify the smut completely. 😅

I remember that time you were literally the only one who laughed at my silly joke, and I was like, I can always count on you, and it was a heartwarming moment lmaooo, Found it. It's true, I can count on you, and will not hesitate to take you up on it when I need advice. Thanks again for spraying the water bottle into my mouth when I was in the stepdad boxing ring with myself.

I let my SO read this and I think he "gets it" now -- that it isn't just posting depraved shit for internet strangers (he was supportive of that too, though lol). So thank you for putting it into all these beautiful words. 💖

Lots of love and an ipad and iphone to you from trouble!Joel.

🖤🖤🖤

#ask #🖤 #kate

[thepatchycat]

hellooo! 👋

i hope it as okay to tag you in the WIP game!!! 😅😅 you have so many cool projects underway!!

I would love to hear more about your Defiance series! Side stories and spin offs?! What a world you must be creating! 🤩

thanks and have a lovely day !!☀️

Certainly! :D I don't always respond to tag games, but I do always appreciate being tagged in them. This one especially makes for a nice excuse to ramble about projects, and I'm delighted to talk about Defiance~

I'm pretty sure Defiance (the main fic) is the second fanfiction I've ever worked on in earnest and also my first and only longfic (not counting some sort of journal thing for Pokemon X I think I started many years ago, as I quickly lost interest in that project; otherwise, I hadn't really tried my hand at writing fic until 2020, despite reading it for much longer). Back in early 2021, with far too much time on my hands and having recently finished binge-watching all of The Clone Wars TV show, I felt very strongly that Fives needed to live and everyone deserved a happier ending, so I started planning a fix-it (actually the idea may have begun cooking back even before I finished the show, but February 2021 is apparently when I created the first doc).

It, uh, spiraled a little.

The planning/notes document is currently sitting at 102 pages (~46k words) of loose outline, worldbuilding notes, character notes, media notes, etc. The fic document itself is at 127 pages (~49k words) of stuff ranging from rough outline to fully written chapters and outtakes. There is also a Sheets file with timelines so I can track who is where, and when. The Sidestories doc is for ideas that would probably take place during Defiance but not be part of the more central plot, like bonus side chapters, and the Spin-offs doc is for other fic ideas that would take place in the same universe—some of which have graduated to their own documents. Though I've not been making consistent progress in the actual writing and have a very long way to go, I am lost in this sauce.

Anyway, the general plot of Defiance is as follows: unbeknownst to Palpatine and the general public, a timely intervention saves Fives' life. This allows him to actually explain himself to the Jedi, who along with the clones investigate the chips further and work behind the scenes to prevent Order 66 from happening while trying to figure out how to take down who's behind it. Critically, despite their suspicions they do not have hard evidence of Palpatine's involvement, so most events parallel canon up through ROTS with the investigation/preparation taking place discreetly, until the train hops off the rails to avoid sailing off the cliff.

If you'd like a sneak peak snippet, here's the first page or so of the main fic below the cut!

Something is wrong. The Force is muddled with a constant and indistinct unease, as it has been for years now—moreso on Coruscant than anywhere else, to Shaak Ti's perceptions. Its warnings are difficult to discern with any specificity. Even so, it murmurs them now. And Shaak possesses her own instincts, enhanced by the Force but extant outside her connection to it; these, too, whisper to her that something is wrong, as she watches Knight Skywalker leave the Jedi Temple conference room to find Captain Rex and investigate the situation with Fives. They are the best fit to track him down and the most likely to confront the rogue clone without further violence. Shaak warned Skywalker that Fives has been acting differently without his chip, that he may not be the man they knew—though she herself is reluctant to believe it—and the Knight and Captain are plenty capable of handling themselves. They will be all right. Still, something is wrong in a way she cannot yet define, and so Shaak Ti decides to join the hunt. Since the Jedi have not been asked to search for Fives, she does not contact the Coruscant Guard when she leaves the Temple. Instead she steps out of the building, pulls up the hood of her cloak, and makes for one of the speeder bikes kept at the Temple for general use. It whirs to life under her hands, and she rides to the nearest transportation portal leading down into the undercity. As she descends, passing speeders of all makes and sizes, Shaak Ti considers what she knows. She is well aware of her own struggles in becoming emotionally attached to the clones; her role on Kamino requires her to balance her care for them as people with the need to defend the galaxy. But many of them, such as Domino Squad, inevitably leave an impression. She watched Echo and Fives grow from bickering cadets to determined protectors, some of the best of their brothers. Her belief in their character during their final tests had not been misplaced. And yet, over these past few days Fives repeatedly defied the Kaminoan doctors, removed his chip, claimed something about a conspiracy, then attacked the Chancellor and fled. Shaak cannot deny these facts, and she must not allow personal feelings to cloud the truth. Then there are the Kaminoans. Shaak clashes frequently with their attitudes toward the clones, the way they view them as products rather than sentients. Nala Se’s arguments for terminating Tup and assurance that the chips are not a problem fall in line with her position as a manufacturer. And Shaak is well aware that the Kaminoans have not shared all of their secrets with her, as she is not owed them. But the medical scientist's resistance had been… spirited. None of this paints a clear picture. As they concluded in the meeting back at the Temple, the Jedi need more information. The familiar sound of a military engine hums past, and Shaak turns her head to watch a pair of gunships heading down the portal through one of the military lanes. She swerves out of the civilian traffic and dives after them, further and further below the surface of the city.

#Thanks for asking! :D #I'm really excited about this 'verse even though it's quite far from getting published #I want to finish at least the first draft of the whole thing before starting to post but that's gonna take quite some time #It'll probably be somewhere between 35 and 50 chapters #Out of which I have...maybe 10-ish written (and around 20 more vaguely outlined). So. Long way to go. #But by golly we're gonna get there! #Patchy Babbles #Patchy Writes #Tag Games

[becauseicantthinkwritings]

Hi

So I came across your Shrine of Your Lies masterlist in the forest god!billy tag but every part I click on doesn't load. It just spins and spins. I read the drabble that started it and I was excited to find a masterlist of a whole series of it, but nothing loads. I'm new to Tumblr so maybe I'm doing something wrong? I don't know. Just thought I'd ask. Thanks in advance.

Hiiii!

Um, so unfortunately, I took down my SOYL series, I thought I took down the masterlist too but I guess not 😅

I felt like I was putting a lot of work into the writing and plot and description, trying to make it really good and I wasn’t getting the return I'd hoped for, paired with some job complications and I realized it wasn't sustainable as a work of fanfiction.

It's one of my favourite pieces though, I'm sorry you never got to see it ❤

Perhaps a snippet?

You're distracted by the shifting of light, a willow tree, hanging over the water, perched near the water's edge, throwing long lines of shadows over the boat and him. You look up, captivated by the sunlight for what always feels like the first time.

The feather-veined leaves touch your shoulder as the boat moves through the long hanging branches. A soft hush as the leaves scrape the side of the boat, and then you're inside its protective curtain.

It's darker here, and your eyes work on overtime trying to readjust to the drop in light intensity.

And then you see it.

A small square of red blanket in the distance, on the small jutting of land beside the roots of the willow tree. A wicker basket, a bouquet of flowers, an array of pillows. A picnic.

Designed by him, is your first thought, that brings heat to your face and delight to your heart.

You turn back to look at him, smiling, not willing to hide the absolute pleasure you feel because of him. You want him to know- that he's made you happier beyond reason.

The boat comes to a stop beside the land. The boat rocks as Will gets out, and extends a hand out to you. You stand shakily, one hand reaching for him, and the other on your bag. He pulls you up easily, and moves to the blanket. You toe your shoes off, watching as he settles himself on the blanket, his cloak parting down the middle to give you a glimpse of his bare abdomen, and the trail of hair that dips into his pants.

You kneel beside him, the blanket is so soft that you feel no hardness of the ground below.

You settle beside him, the basket between you, and watch as he removes his mask. You simmer with heat looking at him. The breathtaking planes of his face, the wild order of his hair, as if he used his fingers to push it back fairly recently.

"I brought wines, and different things to try with them."

He opens the wicker basket, and begins to methodically unpack things. All manner of fruits and cheeses, some cuts of meat that smell delicious and various dried fruits and nuts.

Left behind, are an array of small glass bottles you can only assume are the wines.

Will presents a wine glass to you, keeping the other in his hand, and you blink in shock.

The glass is hand painted with tiny roses and swirling green leaves.

"This is beautiful." You murmur, examining the glass carefully. "Did you make these?"

"No, I had them made a long time ago, but they have never been used until today."

What a shame, you think, saddened at the thought of two beautiful glasses, gathering dust in a cupboard somewhere.

He tugs a small bottle out of the basket, and pops it open, pouring a bit into your glass and then his.

"I wonder if you can tell which fruit I've used, just by the flavour?" He asks.

You shrug, giving the ruby coloured wine a sniff before taking a sip. It's sweet and tangy, and you love the flavour, but you can't give him an answer.

"I have no idea." You say with a smile, and he returns it, with subtle curve of his mouth. He raises his glass, taking a slow sip.

"Pomegranate." He finally says, and you look down at your glass.

"How very Hades and Persephone of you." You tease, "Un-less you're not familiar with that myth?"

"Myth?" William asks, leaning back onto one elbow, biting into a small block of cheese, before draining his glass, "I knew Persephone. Intimately. Before she met Hades."

Your mouth drops open.

"What?" You gasp in disbelief.

His eyes dart to yours.

It's the first time he manages to look shy about a topic.

"I mean, yes? We were.... occasional lovers."

"Is she beautiful?" You ask, curiously, trying not to be jealous of his time with a beautiful goddess lifetimes ago.

"Quite." He answers simply, "And Hades isn't too bad himself, they make each other better."

"That's amazing." You respond, lost in thought, looking at your little reflection in the wine.

"Here," he says leaning forward, lifting a strawberry to your mouth. You take a bite, sipping the rest of your wine, appreciating the flavours.

You hum in delight.

"Oh! I almost forgot!" You say, midway into your third glass of wine. Cherry wine this time, a beautiful pink colour, swirling in your glass. You turn and reach for your bag, tugging the pretty book of architecture out.

"I was- ah- wondering about what types of styles you liked. Just curious."

You move in close to him, until your shoulders touch, placing the book on your lap and opening it up. He peers interestingly into the glossy pages.

There's images from every era, and he runs his fingers adoringly over some of the pictures, telling you small tidbits of what he liked and didn't fancy too much.

"They're all lovely in their own way," he says, when you point out that he hasn't said he dislikes any. He even appreciates the modern architecture with its minimalistic designs.

"Considering that you like every season, I don't know what I was expecting." You tease, dropping your head onto his shoulder.

He lets out an amused laugh.

"Alright, Alright, I think one of my favourites has to be this." He says, pointing to Japanese styled architecture, images with curles roofs and sliding doors and beautiful gardens. You take in what he says and murmurs your appreciation for his choice.

"I like this," you say, showing him images, of rustic architecture, with a rough, aged, natural design, topped with cozy fireplaces.

"Of course you would, it's like you were born to live in a forest."

You blink up at him, in something of surprise and self-realization.

"Is it the forest?" You murmur out loud, saying it more to yourself than to him.

"Or is it just....away."

His eyes are warm and filled with understanding.

"Maybe both?" He whispers.

And then you can't take it anymore. Pushing your body higher, to press your mouth to his. You sigh in bliss as you meet his mouth, before drawing back to allow him a choice. A chance to say no to the desperate mortal aching for the taste of a god.

You make a sound of satisfaction when his lips chase yours, his body melding seamlessly against you. His arm wraps around your waist, and he curls into you, so that you're pressed securely to him, as if he can't bear the thought of being separated from you for another moment- or so you hope. His other hand cups your cheek, and you can't resist sinking your fingers into his hair. He moans into your mouth, and you swallow the sound gratefully, taking the opportunity to gently caress his tongue with yours.

It's the very first taste of him, and your reaction is pure instinct. You tug him closer, until he's leaning over you, captivated by the taste of his tongue. It's the sweetest ambrosia, filling your mind with the very essence of him. Each taste you get reminds you of something different, warm chocolate, delectable peaches, sweet wine, until you're pleasure drunk on the very taste of his tongue. You suck his plump bottom lip into your mouth, tugging at it gently with your teeth until he's hissing, his large hand palming at your thigh over your jeans, and you wish you'd had the forethought to wear a dress today. His hand drifts higher, to cup your rear, his tongue exploring your mouth just as eagerly, just as fervently as you explore his.

Kiss after kiss- you know what he can taste- the cherry wine, and of all the things he's offered you today, you think his mouth pairs the best with wine.

The kisses slow after you've had the feverish need sated for each other, and what's left behind is no less sizzling. The pace may have slowed down, but the passion only increases with time.

The wind blows in your ear, the water makes its gentle swishing sound, but it's William that steals your senses.

He pushes you back, and you go willingly, until you lie against the soft blankets with his body on top of yours. You tug at his cloak, unlacing it and half pushing it off his back so that you can catch the feeling of his smooth skin. You run your nails gently over his shoulders and into his hair, loving the way he groans in response to your wandering hands.

He lifts his head for a second, his warm eyes ignite a fierce fire within you, and you ache to have his mouth back on yours. When you tilt your chin up in quiet pleading, he smiles and dips his head, but does not oblige you. Instead, his mouth meets your cheek, and then your jaw.  His beard tickles your skin when he moves a little lower, his mouth hot on your neck. You tilt your head, both presenting the space to him, and silently pleading for him not to stop. You feel like an offering, something to be devoured, a fruit upon his lips that he will enjoy- lick his lips when he's done with you so that he may savour the taste for a bit longer...

#ask #forest god! Billy russo #soyl #shrine of your lies #billy russo

[purlturtle]

20 questions for fic writers

Thank you @ussjellyfish for the tag! I also think I've done this sometime before, but hey, some of these answers might have changed, who knows, so I'll do it again :)

Okay, let's do this:

1. How many works do you have on ao3?

78 now! :) Not as many as others, but hey, I'm proud of all of them, and proud of my accomplishments as a writer.

2. What’s your total ao3 word count?

1,739,321 - I didn't know I was *that* much over a million! I remember crossing the one million threshold with And Now You, and being so amazed and happy!

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Almost all Bering and Wells these days. I've also written for a couple of Star Trek shows (Voyager, TNG, DS9) and a sprinkling of Discworld. Oh, and a Doctor Who crossover!

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

All of these are Bering and Wells/Warehouse 13!

In the Warmth of Friends - two artifacts work together to bring Christina back. How does that work out, for Helena, for Christina, for Myka?

What Goes Around Comes Around (That Halloween Story) - at Halloween, the veils between the worlds are thin - so thin that a person might stumble from Victorian London to modern day Brooklyn. AU with infant!Christina, and Helena trying not to be found out, and realizing being found out isn't so bad after all.

And Now You - my magnum opus; 264K words of a high school AU. It's not a slow burn; they kiss in ch4 - but then what? How do two teenaged girls navigate a relationship and their own two personal lives, with all that that entails? (plus a big plot twist that happens halfway through the story and changes everything yet again)

Mind Over Matter (Hearts Over Minds) - my foray into A/B/O dynamics for Bering and Wells! It was fun to think about how a society might work when you have alphas and omegas and people who are neither. In my story, Helena is an omega, and was bronzed partially for that; Myka is an alpha, and also a trans woman (which comes with its own complications!)

Iron Woman - an AU in which Helena is a genius inventor and CEO, and Myka applies to be her personal assistant - and then discovers that her boss has not just one big secret! Comes with a part 2!

I'll put the rest of the questions under a readmore; this is getting long! 😅

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I do! I love connecting over my story, be it a one-time reader with a username I've never before encountered, or someone who often or always comments on my stories, or a fandom friend. At the very least I want to show my appreciation for getting a comment! Also, this thing about "replying to comments artificially inflates your comment count" - I'm sorry, WHAT. Just, no. Thankfully I've never been in a fandom (or fandom corners) where that was something people told authors. If you take the time to leave me a comment, I will answer you.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

In part 1 of my Doctor Who crossover, they all die. Although there IS a part 2 which kinda subverts that, so it might not count 😅 I am a sucker for happy endings, and so mine are rarely angsty.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

All of them? 😂 I mean, what defines a happy ending is the story stakes, right? I did write one, for example, in which the world learned that H.G. Wells was actually a woman. But that only made sense in THAT story, not in any other - but that doesn't make that ending happier than the endings of my other stories!

8. Do you get hate on fic?

I've gotten one (1) hateful comment, which was HILARIOUS in its "dude, just click the back button" entitledness. On the A/B/O fic, by the way, which I suppose is understandable since that is, in and of itself, a pretty contested trope and also one that's not frequent in the Bering and Wells fandom. I didn't recognize the commenter's name from other B&W fics, so I'm thinking they got to my fic via the A/B/O tag and not the B&W tag. Anyway, it was so clearly not about my story or myself and all about that person's takeaway that I could laugh it off.

9. Do you write smut?

Happily, and currently almost exclusively 😅 My muse has a very dirty mind these days, and I am happy to oblige.

10. Do you write crossovers?

Yes! From the very beginning, although that was "just" two Star Trek shows, so the characters already existed in the same universe. The other actual crossovers I've written were with characters from Doctor Who (one with the Doctor, and one with Jack Harkness). And sometimes I write little cameos, such as Sophie Deveraux appearing in one of my stories, near the end. Oh, and a Wonder Woman crossover!

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Again, not to my knowledge. But I had one of my fics turned into a podfic!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

In a way, yes: Submerged Submission is a fic made from roleplay I'm doing with a friend. There is also another I'm working on, but that is nowhere near done yet!

14. What’s your all-time favourite ship?

Hmmmm... *rubs chin* I don't know... What could it be... 😂 (Bering and Wells. It's Bering and Wells. They are my One True Pairing, in the strictest sense of the phrase. I don't ship anyone else the way I do them.)

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but probably won’t?

I have put a few fics up on AO3 with a disclaimer that I don't have an idea of where they're going and thus will no longer write them. What was there was good and so I published them, but I'm certain my muse has turned away from them for good. I'd be happy if someone else took them up, honestly!

16. What are your writing strengths?

Emotions! Both thinking my way through emotional ramifications of plot events, and describing them. I feel emotions very deeply, myself, and I'm glad that writing gives me the opportunity to parse them and make sense of them and inflict them on my readers :D :D

I'm also good at What Ifs, I think. I love writing AUs that answer What If questions. What if A/B/O was actually a thing; how would society look? What if Helena did have Christina back; what would that mean for her? I love to really think my way through that.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Not a writer of case fics, usually. Any "action plot" is usually only there as scaffolding for the emotional developments 😅 Also, sticking with one WIP until it's done, but I'm learning to be okay with that. It's like snacks: sometimes you're in the mood for chips, sometimes chocolate chip cookies. Sometimes I'm in the mood to work on a smut fic, sometimes a pirate AU (yes, I haven't given up on that one!)

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

Na klar! :D I'm multilingual; fluent in English and German, and conversant in French. Plus smatterings of a few other languages too. I do provide translations when I do, but typically in the notes rather than the text itself - but I do try to write it in such a way that the reader can glean what happened even if they don't speak that language and haven't scrolled to the end notes yet. Writing Kathryn Janeway confronted with an old Italian Nonna without a universal translator was a HOOT!

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Voyager!

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

Oh, gosh. That is such a hard question. I'm super proud of And Now You, my high school AU. It's my longest continuous work (I have a series that is longer), it brought me over the million-words-mark, it's a really good story about two teenagers in love. I'm also still very happy with that series I just mentioned, which is the first thing I ever wrote - granted, I was in my early 30s, so no teenage attempt, but still. Hit the ground running! Fell in love with Kathryn Janeway, and wrote myself onto the good ship Voyager. Had a lot of fun with that, and like I said, still like the result.

All right, these are the questions, and my answers to them! Now I'm supposed to tag writer friends, to see if they want to answer them too. Here goes:

@anandabrat @madronash @kloperslegend @kla1991 @elsiebrayisgay @galactic-pirates @tryingthisfangirlthing @lilolilyr - no obligation, of course! And also if you wanna do this and I haven't tagged you, just go ahead!

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The questions!

1. How many works do you have on ao3?

2. What’s your total ao3 word count?

3. What fandoms do you write for?

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

8. Do you get hate on fic?

9. Do you write smut?

10. Do you write crossovers?

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

14. What’s your all-time favourite ship?

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but probably won’t?

16. What are your writing strengths?

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

19. First fandom you wrote for?

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

#writer's asks #ask meme #tag game

[i-love-you-all]

Oh requests! Would you write boomerbot, maybe something about KAY/O and Brim having a memory they share/having similar things happened in their lives that they get to talk about? Maybe something fun/lighthearted? Feel free to ignore if its not up your alley :)

Ok, so, I really did try to pivot and make a second version that was a little happier. What I did in the end, was just give it a nice conclusion lol. I think from the beginning of my writing, it just wasn't going to be lighthearted, so sorry about that 😅

That being said, I hope you still like the little one shot :)) (If you want it on AO3, here it is)

~2.5k, boomerbot, a hint of tremorbolt, No actual warnings (as far as I'm concerned)

When the world was on the edge of a knife, moments like these were rare. Especially for a force whose main purpose was to protect said world. Brimstone was tucked into a small booth with KAY/O across from him, and a passed out Sova to his right. Probably not from the alcohol. The man had done the recon work for this mission solo before being a part of the actual entry team. He deserved to sleep without ridicule. Still, KAY/O insisted on calling someone so that they would come get Sova and bring him to his room.

“There’s no way that Breach is coming all the way from his stupid suite to the lobby just to pick Sova up.”

“Ten bucks.”

Brimstone looked from Sova to KAY/O. He had to be missing something. An AI did not simply make these assumptions without some probability calculation going on. And KAY/O was more than just some AI born only from some lines of code. He was sure that KAY/O had talked to Breach about this. Maybe secretly exchanging text messages while they were sitting here and drinking, though he couldn’t detect any signs of that, and he was sure there was a typing symbol on that screen when he was messaging Breach the first time.

“It’s Breach. There’s no way.”

“Money where your mouth is.” KAY/O even held his hand out and open. Brimstone thought for a second longer, then took out a bill and placed it in his hands.

“You don’t know yet if he’ll come down,” Brimstone reminded him.

“If he doesn’t, you’ll get your money,” Kayo responded.

They sat there for a little longer in silence. Brimstone was now wracked with anxiety that maybe he missed something, and that KAY/O knew more than he was letting on. But Sova didn’t like Breach. Every time he was put on a group mission, Sova would ask about the roster, and he’d make a face – even if he thought he wasn’t making a face – whenever Breach’s name was mentioned.

“You promised to tell Sova a memory.” KAY/O’s voice jerked him out of his thoughts, and Brimstone nodded. He did indeed tell Sova that he would. “Would you tell me one instead?”

He nodded. “Of course. What do you want to hear about?”

“Something happy. Something that made you irrevocably feel human.”

Human. Humanity was something people just felt, and again he was reminded that no matter how familiar all KAY/O’s mannerisms were, he was just an AI. Humanity was something to be studied and understood rather than an intrinsic concept.

He leaned back in his chair to go through his memories. Something human. His first thoughts were to loss and to grief. Those were undeniably human, right? But then he remembered that KAY/O had lost people too. He heard the AI voice say to the agents, “Not this time. It’ll go differently.” And all the variations of those sayings – especially when it came to Brimstone. It was hard to determine if KAY/O actually felt grief – if he felt the pain of losing someone close to him. He certainly worked himself to the limits to keep the team safe, going down on multiple occasions to make sure that they were safe. Or, as he put it, “getting the most out of their money.” But nothing, not even robot AIs were that eager to die. Desperate to keep people alive on the premise that a robot could, in theory, be built back. And for now, he has been. But there could be a day where they could not afford to lug a heavy metal frame across an active zone to get to exfil.

Either way, KAY/O asked for something happy.

“There was this one time. I went to Thailand with a couple friends of mine. One of them I’ve known since we were maybe four. The others, we met at the Fire Department.”

He remembered the trip. The smiles on their faces. The consensus that they were invincible in that moment. That nothing in the world or in life could touch them. That, for a few seconds, they were immortal. That same feeling wasn’t there when one of them went into a coma after responding to a fire. Another retired early after a bad car accident. Then Tariq…

“We were off the coast on this motorboat we rented for the day. Just the four of us, big pack of beers and some snacks. And get this, we’re an hour out from any shore, engine’s cut, we’re just drifting right?” He looked at KAY/O and for what felt like such a tame story now, it looked like Brimstone had an enraptured audience.

“Then out of nowhere, this whale and her calf come up and the little guy starts bumping against our boat!”

“Was it aggressive?”

“No, not at all. It’s a toddler still, remember? Big toddler that could’ve overturned us I guess, but it didn’t hurt us. So, we all slip into the water and go swimming with a whale. The most unbelievable moment of our lives.” Brimstone closed his eyes, remembering the smell of the ocean waves, the sounds of laughter, and the rumble of the boat as they travelled back. “Later, after the whale leaves, and as we got close to the shore, we start slowing down again, just soaking in the last rays of the sun. From below, Tariq—”

 “Something jump out at you?” He froze.

Brimstone didn’t respond right away. “Kind of.” It could’ve been just some wild guess, but it came too well timed, too—

He let out a breath. Now that was just the alcohol speculating. There was no reason to believe that KAY/O had any guess as to what happened next, he was just throwing out what made sense. KAY/O, no matter how familiar he felt, was not someone he knew back then. No. He didn’t know what was behind the programming but it definitely wasn’t anything familiar.

“We see a few shapes come up, and boom, just like that, five or six manta rays are swimming with us to shore. Even reached out to touch a couple.”

KAY/O nodded. “That’s your happiest memory?”

“One of them. You said something about humanity. That’s maybe the closest I got.”

He sipped his drink again while KAY/O seemed to think. Was it even possible to read the body language of a robot? It was hard to know because KAY/O was so human… in every interaction. And more than just human, familiar. Familiar in a way that made Brimstone’s heart beat a million miles a second.

“I guess I was just curious. I never got to ask Brimstone that… from my world. He…”

Died. Yes. Brimstone knew. KAY/O had finally explained it to him one night as they went over mission strategy together and next steps. It had been a week or so after KAY/O had arrived. In that time, he had been nothing but unpredictable. This world that KAY/O had been sent to was facing a different threat than the one back wherever he came from. Then, Brimstone received the memory chip. KAY/O seemed reluctant at first when giving it over, and why shouldn’t he be? Brimstone apparently was trusting the one agent who destroyed the other world in the Radiant War.

“Did I ever tell you about my first time waking up?”

Brimstone tilted his head. KAY/O had shared his thoughts and memories before, but never anything personal, not that Brimstone would ask that of him.

“No. Are you just trying to distract me so that I forget about the bet?”

“There’s still time. It’s a big building.”

Brimstone chuckled but then nodded for KAY/O to continue. “I remember there were a few tests, so I had already seen the world before I even… Woke up. I knew your faces. I knew my creators face, and yet… There’s something different from seeing all these things on a screen and being able to move around that space and interact.”

“Like being a kid?”

KAY/O tilted his head slightly side to side before shrugging. “Maybe. I wouldn’t know.”

“Right.”

Something else Brimstone realized was that KAY/O was human in how he spoke, but even more, he was human in his mannerisms. Familiar. That word kept popping up in his head.

He watched as KAY/O tilted his head for a second before continuing, “I remember. I couldn’t adjust to actually moving. Motion and interaction only made sense in numbers, so my Creator, Wolf, he wanted to shut me down. Tweak me a little more before turning me on again.”

“Did you want that?”

“A little. Like how you guys get painkillers, I get a nap.” Brimstone chuckled. “But no. You… well, I guess the Brimstone in that world told him not to. You told him to let me be.”

“Stubborn, I guess?”

“One way to put it… But it turned out to be the right call. No matter what the Professor changed, I still would’ve been shell-shocked when I woke up. There’s just too much in this world.”

Just like a baby, Brimstone chuckled to himself. “Hopefully he took it easy on you at least. Don’t tell me I was enough of a hard-ass enough to force you into training.”

KAY/O looked over at him, which made him wonder for a second if he did do that. “No. You showed me around the place. Answered everything. You were a good captain.”

“You mean the other Brimstone.” Brimstone offered an awkward smile. “I’m still here, don’t use past tense to describe me yet.”

“Yeah. Right…”

Did this professor, whoever he truly was, know what he was doing? Brimstone was quite sure he understood why he didn’t let KAY/O get reset. There was something about KAY/O that was familiar. And he was getting real tired of that word. Because familiar meant not quite. It meant that no matter how much he wished it so, there was nothing left of the original. The person he was comparing KAY/O to. Did the professor mean to torture him like this? Did he know what doing?

“What kind of old man, sad shit, pathetic pity party did I walk into?” Breach asked.

The harsh, loud voice shook Brimstone out of his thoughts, just in time to see a dollar sign flash briefly on KAY/O’s display. And… What? What was Breach doing here?

“I’m just here for your little pet, I’ll be out of your way soon enough.”

Maybe he was giving Breach a dirty look or something because the man turned to him and just scoffed.

“Trust me, if I wanted him dead, I would’ve brought a gun. Worst I can do now is just toss him into a pool.”

“I didn’t realize you were close.”

“We’re not close,” Breach rolled his eyes as he practically threw Sova over his shoulder like you would do to a heavy sack. “Did you really think Sova would break your no fraternization rule?”

“He might if you come get him like this every night.”

“By all means I can let you and your old joints take him away. I don’t know why you called me.”

“I didn’t call you, It was KAY/O.”

“And I guessed right, didn’t I?” KAY/O gladly took the money from Brimstone’s hand. “Knocked it out of the park.”

“More like knocked two birds with one stone,” Brimstone muttered. KAY/O made some dismissive hand wave which got him to chuckle.

“Aww look at you two bantering. Careful now, Captain, or people are going to accuse you of getting too familiar.” He also added something under his breath that Brimstone didn’t quite catch because of that word Breach used.

Again. Familiar. He was stunned, not because Breach had used his concussing abilities on him, but because Breach had somehow pointed out Brimstone’s one major issue with KAY/O. If issue was even the right word. KAY/O was a robot with advanced AI from another dimension and timeline. There should’ve been no reason why Brimstone thought about familiarity around the newest agent.

But Breach finally walked away, leaving KAY/O and Brimstone alone again. What he said though, that stayed behind with him even after he lost sight of the red hair.

“Hey, KAY/O,” Brimstone started, “Did uh… Do you know if your personality was based on anyone in particular?”

That got the robot to tilt his head.

“You don’t have to answer if it makes your uncomfortable. I was just wondering since…” Since you’re familiar.

“I would be happy to tell you…” Oh? “If I know that myself.”

Oh…

“Sometimes, I feel like there are memories or feelings that are locked away from me. But it’s in my mainframe.” As he spoke, he looked off to the side. Even with no face, the action, the emotion, and the posture, it was something Brimstone had seen someone else do a hundred times. “I guess you can say it’s like a leaky bathroom. I know the memories are dripping out from somewhere. I just can’t find where.”

“From Tariq…” Brimstone murmured. Barely a whisper. Still, KAY/O looked back at him as though he heard his name being called. But that was probably just his imagination and a little confirmation bias.

“I know I remind you of someone. But you do the same to me sometimes.”

It was Brimstone’s turn to look confused. “What do you mean?”

“I always think I remember you. I remember Desert Storm. I remember Ghost Pines. I remember the time when Killjoy miscommunicated, and you stepped out and ran right into your own molly. I even remember this one time you broke a coffee pot and instead of admitting it was you, you somehow got all the agents to argue and accuse each other. I remember. But I don’t remember you.”

He didn’t know how to respond.

“I mean, I feel it sometimes with the other agents, but they don’t seem as bothered by it. I’m also not as bothered by them. You’re the only one that makes me confused.”

Brimstone sat up and leaned in towards the table, getting just a few inches closer to the robot, and yet, it felt like miles of distance to get where he was now. The question was right on the tip of his tongue. He was unwilling to say it though because if the answer wasn’t the one that he wanted, it would crush him even more – to have this imitation of something he wished he had, and then for it to reject him.

But that hesitation was what lost him the chance the first time around. “So… do you have a preference? Between me and the other Brimstone?”

Maybe he shouldn’t have asked. They were both silent, neither daring to move, let alone say a word.

Just as he was about to pull his question back, KAY/O answered, “I…I think I prefer you. From this world.”

And he had never felt as light as he did in that moment when KAY/O said that. KAY/O had leaned in too, and as a result, their hands, one robotic and one flesh, were mere millimetres from brushing each other’s.

“I… I think I’m a lot closer with you than the other Brimstone. He was always… I don’t know. Wrong time, wrong place for what I wanted I guess.”

“Then I hope you find better timing here.”

KAY/O reached out for his hand. “I do too.”

#valorant #valorant fanfiction #valorant brimstone #brimstone #valorant kay/o #kay/o #boomerbot #brimstone/kay/o #my writing #requested #answered asks

[punkpandapatrixk]

🌱DEVELOPMENTS🪴

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For the longest time, I've been talking about wanting to publish stories on Wattpad. It's been difficult to divide my ATTENTION between passionate creative writing and what’s generally a doozie writing😴On the Full Buck Moon though, I’ve decided to strictly invest my precious energy on just my passionate work. I couldn’t deal with the boredom and energy drainage caused by my muggle job anymore😅🤪

Voila, at once I’m able to post weekly again, with less resistance🫦Writing for things that actually matter makes me happier and in time, I’m sure publishing my stories will just come along naturally effortlessly—I just know it📚

Secondly, I have a plan for a new mini segment called Punk Panda Affirmations. Oh well… If only I knew how or had the technology to create subliminal tracks I certainly would go that way instead😃But because I don’t, I will do this in the meantime. If you’re a sub maker, you’re absolutely free to take Punk Panda Affirmations and incorporate them into your own work🪄

The reason I want to do this is because I want to infuse a more advanced understanding of affirmations and subliminals into the collective🤡I’ll definitely expand on that later! I plan on working with specific concepts that hopefully would be interesting to you. Please look forward to how it will all turn out💗😍

Lastly, I have been invited to a PAC collab that's currently in the preparation stage🍜I've never done a collab before!🍣I'm quite excited and hoping something pretty can come from me🐣The reader who's invited me totally offers a very pretty, calming, and healing aesthetic on her blog🍃Please look forward to this collab as well~ Kyah!🙊

Phew, if this isn’t the longest blog update I’ve done so far💛That’s all I’ve got for now. Much Love and please remember how much I am grateful for your reading this!💋Have a great summer!🌻

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[amethyst-noir]

Hey, I'm not sure if you have explained this somewhere or its something you don't wish to discuss (I apologise in advance for starting this conversation in that case). I actually have been obsessing over your works about Drpepperony on Ao3 for a while now (its amazing! Not just the ideas cause they are on point but even your writing is so beautiful, thank you soooo much for uploading them btw. It always brings me joy to read them and on sad days I find myself gravitating towards your written work.) I've realised you don't really post drpepperony anymore and I can't find anything similar on your tumblr either. Have you lost interest in the theme? I did read a post you had tagged about your account being gone and I'm so sorry for all the hurt and terror that must have caused. But yeah sorry I'm not too well versed in the tumblr Ao3 world from a creator viewpoint and I just got curious if you will ever go back to drpepperony and just to ask how you have been doing. Thats all I suppose :)

Hi!

So, first of all sorry that it took me a couple of days to get to this lovely ask of yours. Second, thank you so much! 💜 I'm so happy you like my drpepperony stories! They are such an cute OT3 but I'm sorry to say that I have lost interest, along with the whole of the MCU. I haven't kept track of any of it for a while now. (Black Widow and the first two episodes of Moon Knight were the last two things I saw of it.)

I've been writing in other fandoms until recently. Things are going on and writing is not really happening anymore. I hope it will return one day, for whatever fandom. I'd like to finish at least the 3 The Untamed WIPs I have lying around; I see no chance for the MCU WIPs that are sleeping on my computer.

While I was still holding on for a while after Endgame my love for it was starting to fade after that movie. I still have one unposted Ironstrange (not drpepperony, sorry!) story lying around, actually.

Yes, I managed to nuke my account twice in a row while trying to answer an ask a couple of years ago. That was a weird bug and I'm glad I got it back - yes, it was rather stressfull at the time and I would have been heartbroken if I had lost this blog. While my actual stories are backed up a couple of times many of the headcannony stuff is only here. I should probably change that but that requires more time, energy and brainpower than I currently have. Let's hope this site doesn't implode anytime soon.

Which brings me to your question of there being drpepperony on my blog. There actually is! I don't know if you did a bit of tag crawling here or not but I have snippets and headcanon style written things for them here. They can be found under #drpepperony and #amy imagines but you have to scroll through the Ironstrange and Tony/Stephen/Wong stuff as well. Sorry. My tagging system has never been the best. 😅

Again, your ask has made me so happy and made me smile every time I thought about it! 🥰 I'm sorry I can't give a "better" (happier) answer.

Drpepperony will always have a place in my heart but it's a fond memory by now, alongside the other pairings I have loved and written for in the past.

#inbox #kvjjjjjj #seriously this made not only my day but my week #i got one not very nice comment on a drpepperony fic a long while ago and i'm still thinking about it from time to time #or i should rather say a wtf comment #it was nice to get such a love letter to them 💌

[masterjedilenawrites]

I will throw 10$ (No joke) at you on Ko-fi if do a kiss and Make-Up for that Break Up post 🥺

P.S regardless if you do it I’ll give you 10$ cause honestly gotta support writers! XD

Ahh... I see reading those headcanons hurt as much as it did to write them...  Well how about that lol 🙃 Thanks though, anon, for requesting a more positive spin on the subject. I much prefer happier endings to sad ones.

(Also for the record, I'm writing this for free because it's fan-fiction and I don't own any of these characters... but if you want to give me money for other/unrelated reasons I won't complain 😅 hehe. I appreciate your support!)

First, some set-up: His ex comes to him after just a short time away, sobbing and regretful. They hadn't been in a good headspace when they left. They'd been dealing with their own issues and for some reason felt it was best to break up with their clone boyfriend in the process. It hadn't taken them long to realize what a huge mistake that was. How much they still loved him and needed him in their life. They pour their heart out, maybe even have it in a letter for him to read and come to terms with in his own time. But they are asking for another chance. They want to try again....

Kix, Hunter, and Echo are hesitant and definitely need some time to think about it. They were seriously hurt over the breakup and aren't sure they could handle something like that again. They want to be absolutely sure this relationship will last if it's re-started. Once they talk things through and come to the decision to get back together, they will take things slow and ensure stronger communication between them in order to build something that lasts this time. Their makeup kisses are cute and clumsy, like it's their first all over again.

Cody, Rex, and Tup are confused, but willing to reconsider. They'll hear their S/O out, maybe ask for a little bit of time, but they don't drag out the decision either. Of course they'll take their S/O back. They are understanding and empathetic. But they are also cautious going forward. Things won't be exactly as they were. They'll need time to rebuild trust but are willing to put in the effort if their S/O is, too. Their makeup kisses are quick and soft, like they don't want to break the peace.

Fives, Hardcase, and Wrecker are elated. Maybe they should be more cautious and thoughtful about this, but they can't help it. They had been struggling with getting over the breakup, dreaming and praying that it was all some horrible nightmare they'd soon wake up from. And now they pretty much are. They dive right back in as if it hadn't ended, though there may be a few heart-to-hearts about how the situation really took a toll on them. Their makeup kisses are eager and sloppy, like they've been starved for too long.

Jesse, Dogma, and Crosshair are irritated at first. Why did they have to endure a broken heart only to find out it was a mistake? But deep down they're also relieved. They hated being alone, hated having to get over the one person they were able to be vulnerable with. Their return to the relationship seems reluctant, and they won't actually want to discuss anything for a while. But once they do, it's very freeing, allowing them to truly start over. Their makeup kisses are heated and desperate, like they're afraid this isn't real.

Wolffe, Fox, and Tech initially turn them down. Why would they just get back together when there'd been a reason to end it? Those reasons didn't just go away. And all that work they'd put in to heal and move on? No. But as the days go by, their S/O's words really start to sink in and they wonder if maybe they could try again. They make them promise to never leave like that again, and then they're all-in. Their makeup kisses are tender and lingering, like they're making a statement.

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[heartbeatan]

Hi! Just finished the last chapter and epi of AOR and let me just say, I in no way think I have a vocabulary extensive enough to express my emotions, imma try anyway though 😅

I started the last chapter with a true sense of dread about where it was going, I was honest to God hoping oc would just stay and never leave him even when I solidly knew there were important things to address and finalize and that perhaps that 'break' in the routine they had crafted was needed for a final shift to take place. But as I read further, you wrote their interactions and conversations in such a way that I was instantly reassured that she would go back to him or that he would eventually go to her, just because they could no longer seem to be apart for long, and I quite liked it.

The way you plotted that feeling of no longer belonging somewhere that was once literally home and everything that made you happy, without outright saying those words deserves a round of applause and I got so into this story that I think I got a little teary when she was packing up her old life and realizing all the things she had wanted and worked so hard for didn't seem to matter anymore, that they were a burden now more than a joy, don't know if I read too much into it, but it felt that way 😅

And that conversation with Stephanie, I truly didn't expect it even though I was hoping a confrontation would happen. I'm really very happy oc got to say her mind and realise the true nature of who she thought was a friend though, even until the very end she didnt change and I liked that you kept it real between them, the way that face to face was written made me think of the fact that there are some people truly like that, that even at the very end, everyone has reasons for doing the things they do, skewed and misguided and twisted as they are, it all boils down to wanting to belong.

Now onto the happier parts, please know that there was the stupidest, cheesiest, dopiest grin on my face when she got into that car and started driving. Having read these at almost midnight I had to squeal into pillows because I was so happy. I love the little moment our couple shared on that porch, it was exactly perfect for them and I appreciate the vulnerability you allowed Jungkook to show, both when she was leaving and when she came back, I don't think I realised how much I wanted his side of things until I got it. It makes me curious of his thoughts when he received that first phone call.

The epilogue was a most pleasant surprise, I didn't quite expect the marriage part given that oc is such a 'structure and planning' girl, but then I wasn't surprised at all about the way in which it happened given Jungkook was involved. I will say I liked the 'my wife' thing a little too much 😅🙈 The ending paragraph made my heart full for them both in the best way possible, then I read the last sentence and thought 'yup! There it is, there's their dynamic' 😅

Finally, I just want to say a truly, heartfelt thank you to you for sharing this story with us, at the beginning of it you were transparent in your intentions of this being a story rife with smut and admittedly it is, I was expecting it to be one of those pieces with intimate happenings everywhere and anywhere and that was it (nothing wrong with those sometimes we need our brain to just melt and short-circuit😅) but you truly surprised me with the lovely plot, even if it didn't start out that way, I honestly did love the small town vibe, and the bond that went beyond between the couple, and my favorite thing is that oc got a life she is happy to live, that she still has the structure, but that she's free and willing to sway in the wind.

Please know that I will be re-reading this story multiple times and that I cannot wait to see what you come up with next, I've read your others works but never reached out until this one. I just couldn't not tell you how much I loved this one.

Hope you are well, happy and proud and as always,

Happy writing ✨️

Thank-you! I'm really enjoying with how much of a response this story is getting. I'll try to respond to what I can, haha!

Yes, the plotting around how she felt about her things and her home was intentional, so you were reading right into it lol. I try to be a touch clever with metaphors and symbolism 😅 even the tattoo healing was suppose to be a subtle metaphor but idk if it landed. I just felt like... OC needed to face her home in order to realize she didn't belong there anymore? Even if it was only for a day, I felt it would suffice as enough of a reason to be like... "why am I even trying here when I got something good elsewhere?" Cuz technically she hadn't seen her home since the infidelity happened, so seeing it in person was gonna give her closure.

And yeah, in terms of Stephanie - and I talked about this with a couple commenters cuz they didn't have a confrontation at JKs house, and hoenstly I wasn't really planning on there being one, because on one hand... who cares what someone like that has to say. But, it felt kinda right in the moment to later have that, and I thought it would be kinda nice to just... show that even though you maybe don't get to hear or say everything you wanna say, but you can still have closure...? And, yeah, there are def people like that out there. They don't even necessarily step out into the world thinking they're doing anything bad that day, or they justify what they do by thinking they're just looking out for themselves, but, yeah there are absolutely people out there who will never take accountability for themselves and have no concept of what's going on outside of themselves.

I am happy to make you swoon - sometimes i swoon when i read stuff back too haha the "my _ _ wife" line made me giggle every time I listened back (I used a text to speech app when I edit, hence why I say "listening.")

And yeah the marriage I just thought suited lol. A rockstar wedding in a Vegas-type setting lol cuz why the hell not. I thought the impulsiveness parts of their relationship were hot haha

And yes, you called me out lol this was supposed to actually be a one-shot of horny keyboard smashing but definitely grew. I'm finding lately that I can't just write a quick and dirty story anymore. The best example of this was The Cross in the Toys series. I started that series years ago with a plan to to seven stories, and the initial stories were all fairly short (The wand was less than 2k words) and straight forward smut with little dialogue or plot. After the Ice Cubes, the series sat unfinished for a long time while I did other stuff, but when I said "you gotta finish this" and sat down in April to write The Cross and The Ring, I figured i'd be able to pump out each in a day (I wrote i think Starboard and Couchsurfer and The Wand each in a day). But it took me like... maybe a week and a half to two weeks to write the Cross and end up being like 22k words. In short, I just don't think I have it in me to write dirty one-shots anymore haha! Once I get going things start happening and then I gotta shell out a whole story.

Anyway, thank-you so much for deciding to reach out! Getting feedback from readers is like... so much much more valuable than I first realized when I started writing.

Thank-you for everything!

[not-poignant]

So I was writing a fanfic and realized.. it feels so heavily influenced by the ship dynamics I've been reading in your work (bc I'm obsessed w your words) that despite being different characters in a different fandom, I feel like I'm plagiarizing you! despite not outright trying to copy anything or using any of your words! :( So I'm embarrassed now and don't know what to do. Read more widely I guess? 😅 Has this ever happened, where you've come across something so similar to your own stuff that you were like "wait a minute" or is that just..a thing that just happens accidentally sometimes you think?

Hi hi anon!

Here's what you do:

Keep writing the story. Enjoy writing it!

If it's inspired by a fic, you can actually put that in the fic when you publish it! At least on AO3 there is a checkbox where you can click: "This work is a remix, a translation, a podfic, or was inspired by another work" and then you just put a link to the work! Alternatively, you can link to the work that inspired you in the author's notes (on any website). This is very normal, and done all the time on AO3!

SO PLEASE KEEP WRITING THE FIC

I've definitely had fics written in styles similar to mine in the past. Most of the time, I'm just...thanked in the author's notes or someone includes a link to the fic that inspired them. Honestly it's extremely humbling and gratifying, and nothing makes me happier than like, inspiring other authors and writers?

And it's really not the end of the world. This definitely happens. I'm sure some people do it by accident too! That's really normal in the world of writing. If you're able to identify your influences, and there's a really big one and they happen to also be in the fic world, you just do a quick 'inspired by this author/this work' and that's it, that's all you need to do.

If you do it through AO3's system officially, I get a notification, and that means I can bump your fic (i.e. just let folks know about it) or bookmark it so others can see it, which is what I do with Fae Tales fanfiction. Anyway, tl;dr, please keep writing, you're fine, AO3 already knows how to deal with this, and it's definitely something that happens in the world of fic, and I 100% am pumped that you're inspired by my writing in the first place dsklajfsa

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