#It's been a million years since i've written a drabble

[xx-thedarklord-xx]

Malfoys' Darling

Drarry where Lucius and Narcissa have another child later in life, a little girl who absolutely adores Draco.

Harry didn't expect that his office straight out of Hogwarts would be next to Malfoy. An unfortunate circumstance that he was forced to get used to even if he hated it.

Until the laughter came.

It started out as baby babbling, little giggles that warmed even his jaded heart.

"Dddu!"

Harry laughed himself silly when he realized that was the baby's way of trying to say Malfoy's name.

Dddu turned into, "Drrr," and "Draaa."

"That's my sweet girl," Malfoy would say every time Narcissa brought her for a visit. "I'm your favorite, I know. Not everyone can be me."

Harry stopped dreading work, the highlight to each day was listening to little giggles and babbles that were slowly getting more coherent.

"Drayy," turned into "Co," sometimes, like she couldn't combine the words but could say them separately.

And when little feet ran into his office, a chubby hand covering a heart stopping smile, Harry knew that he'd never be the same.

"And just who might you be?" Harry asked as she stopped near the leg of his desk, needing the support as her tiny legs threatened to give out. He wondered how long ago she learned to walk.

Wide eyes that looked so much like her brothers stared back at him; mouth parted before she tugged on his pant leg.

"Up!"

Who was he deny such a demand from a little princess?

Harry settled her on his knee as he spun in his chair, grinning at the little shrieks of laughter as she clapped her hands together.

"You are adorable. I understand why Malfoy is besotted with you. Don't tell him I said this, but I used to think he was the prettiest person I'd ever seen. Even gangly and too much chin as a teenager I was fascinated. And definitely in denial.

"But," Harry continued, tickling her sides, lips stretching at her breathy giggle. "You are just as pretty. I think he has competition. And I know how he handles competition. Badly. What do you think he'd say about it, hmm?"

"I think he'd know a losing battle when he saw one."

The drawling tone caused two very different reactions. Harry startled, grasping his chest as his heart missed several beats. But the best reaction was a small happy shriek as a loud,

"Dwaco!!"

Malfoy's eyes softened; nose scrunched up as he smiled gently.

"Hello, Darling."

Wiggling limbs had Harry setting her gently on the ground, watching as she rushed to Malfoy who was already crouched, prepared to catch her as a small body launched forward.

"She wins hands down," Malfoy glanced at Harry, hand playing with her curls. "But I'll settle for top two as long as it comes with a date."

That was the day—a boring Monday—where Harry not only got himself a date but also had the pleasure of meeting Darling Malfoy. A sweet girl who filled his office with laughter and smiles.

#Drarry #Draco Malfoy #Harry Potter #Idk where this came from #It's been a million years since i've written a drabble #of any kind #Malfoys' Darling

[fluxweeed]

Twenty Questions for Fic Writers

i've had so much fun reading other answers to these questions over the last few weeks!! thank you @nv-md and @sweet-s0rr0w for mentioning me in your posts!! i fear my answers drifted much too far into self-indulgence, but what's new for this blog eh??

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

22, but one of them is 11 separate drabbles/microfics in a 2k-word jacket

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

293,865

3. What fandoms do you write for?

i'll only ever write hp on this username!

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

all drarry:

the four doors (legilimency healer draco + memory loss)

adventures in truth and texting (advent texting fic)

all i have to do (draco thinks harry is a magical fantasy but whoops he's real)

eight o'clock, tomorrow evening (four doors sequel)

two to lie and one to listen (8th year fake dating, sort of)

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

i respond to everything on the final chapter of a fic! sometimes very kind commenters will say something at the end of every single chapter, which is SUCH a joy to receive, but i haven't yet figured out a way of saying "thank you!" 26 times over without sounding insincere

(i also don't usually respond to comments on fics i've co-written bc i don't feel like i have? the right? feels like i'm taking credit for something i did not really do!)

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

also drarry: for lack of wanting, wherein harry thinks it's sexy when draco acts like an evil dick again, and draco is too in love with harry to tell him that makes him feel weird

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

man i think all the rest are pretty happy, all things considered? tho i guess two to lie and wrapped are the only ones that end with explicit i-love-yous?

8. Do you get hate on fics?

i've been quite lucky, actually! i've had the occasional demand to change an angsty ending, or comments that have been quite mean about a character who isn't supportive of drarry. oh and i've had a couple of people get suuuper mad when draco malfoy, death eater and snotty spoilt brat, makes mildly immoral decisions. i've found all of those quite funny tho, which i'm sure i wouldn't if they were legitimate hate, so i don't think they count!

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

yep! the vibe of two characters wanting to fuck but knowing they shouldn't for some reason (uneven dynamic, magic stuff, they simply haven't had a fucking conversation about it) is my absolute favourite. will read it every time, will write it pretty much every time too 😅

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

the closest i've come to writing a crossover is say no to this, a fic vaguely based off the storyline of the song from hamilton. it was the first drarry fic i'd written in about 10 years!

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

yep! not any under this username (that i know of), but someone re-uploaded an old drarry fic of mine to wattpad – and honestly, i don't mind at all. i don't think the fic is very good lmao, if someone else wants to take the blame for it, that's totally fine by me

(the wildest thing about it is the combined ff.net + wattpad views of that fic now top 2 million i think?! but despite that u have almost definitely not heard of it!! i've only seen it mentioned, like, maybe 3 times since i properly re-joined fandom spaces in 2020)

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

yes!!!! it's SUCH an honour!!! the four doors is in german, chinese, russian and spanish; thirst (drarry vampire fic) is in chinese; and all i have to do (the not-fantasy-harry fic) is in russian 🥰

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

yes!!! well, sort of – officially, i co-wrote per my last letter (i hope you choke on it) with @lastontheboat, but i really do think i was more like an alpha reader with knobs on. the workload split was at least 25/75, with j shouldering a great deal of the burden (and all of the brilliance)!

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

this is going to sound silly given that i'm definitely a drarry writer and only really hang out in the drarry sphere – but i don't have one! for hp, i gravitate towards ships with harry in them, but even that isn't a hard and fast rule for me

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

nothing that i've posted! but i have tons that are never going to see the light of day. three recent-ish hp ones i've written the most for:

a fic i call The Opus, which is a drarry auror partners fic – i have 16k words written; it was going to end up a solid 100k. i love the concept i have for this fic so, so dearly, but a 100k casefic is not happening.

a harry/ginny established relationship smutty oneshot that is really nothing more than ginny being fun and sexy and harry being horny but, like, self-deprecating about it.

a drarry little mermaid au that i wrote for nanowrimo in 2019. like i MIGHT come back to this one day? but it's unlikely. pros: i do have 50k of it written already and the first draft isn't too far off being complete. cons: i have almost exactly 50k words of it written bc i hit the nano goal and stopped in the middle of a sentence bc writing it was SO stressful (that november i had two jobs + one volunteering role, and also i was moving house, so. a lot going on.)

16. What are your writing strengths?

god knows. dialogue and characters come easiest to me, ig? and i tend to cut a lot in editing, so i don't think my stuff is? overly wordy? so it doesn't require much brainpower to read? that could be a positive or a negative, depending on how you look at it!

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

i suck at caring about anything other than character dynamics, so my fics never have plot outside of something vague to put the main pairing in the same room

similarly, i'm not very good at describing locations – describing anything, really

bc i tend to focus on the "oh we want to but we shouldn't!" moment, i'm pretty bad at actually developing feelings in longer fics – that part always feels too rushed to me, but fuck if i know a way of fixing it that isn't just, like, write another 20k

i think my endings usually feel like a bit of an afterthought and often quite forced

the more i write, the more i realise i know, like, 5 ways of phrasing anything, and i just repeat the same things over and over

i'm trying to fix my lack of skills with plotting + pacing by planning extensively before i start drafting, but i think that takes a bit of the spark out of the final version? it becomes a bit predictable and samey?

em dashes every tenth word

i'm convinced ppl i respect are in group chats talking abt how annoying and bad at writing i am, and also lowkey (…highkey) i agree with them – so actually getting myself to write anything is super hard!!

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

yeah man! i mean, i personally am not sufficiently confident in my skills in any other language to do it without help (and i'm not sufficiently confident in my skills in asking for help to do that), but it's fun to read imo

19. First fandom you wrote for?

i've dabbled in a few over the years, but the first was hp – it was a marauders era snape/lily/james love triangle fic that i posted on a forum on a hp roleplaying site – this was before deathly hallows came out, so i was very smug when my pairing theory (that i undoubtedly stole from someone cleverer than me, because i was 13 years old) turned out to be true

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

god. @decaflondonfog recently told me that drabbles don't really count, so i? don't know? perhaps still the pine-woods scent the moon (guilty remus/harry) or taste of țuică (established drarry bringing ron in as a third) are the ones i like best, but i don't love either of them enough to be able to confidently declare them my favourite!

u know the drill: i got too sad and anxious and unfollowed everyone so i have no idea who to tag. if u made it this far please know i do love you very much, i want to kiss u on the cheek at LEAST, and would love to know any thoughts u have about the things u make ❤️

#as if i said 'a strength of mine is that i'm not too wordy' in this post #have u SEEN the length #fluxweed shut the fuck up challenge #my fic #tag game

[ragecndybars]

AO3 tag game :3

thanks so much for the tag @mvshortcut !!!!! much appreciated, this was a blast to fill out :D

How many works do you have on AO3?

86! Damn, that's more than I remember 🙀 I have been writing pretty fervently since I was pretty young, though, and I transferred all my old fics from fanfiction dot net to AO3, so it's a long stretch of time. All my old wattpad fics are still rotting somewhere though lmaooo I can't even access them anymore bc I forgot my password and I can't reset it bc I used a school email 😔

What's your total AO3 word count?

443,734! When I get to half a million I'm gonna have to throw myself a party. With boba and everything

How many fandoms have you written for, and what are they?

Oof, okay, here we go. A lot of the fandoms I have tagged on AO3 don't really "count" because they're just aggregate tags for the same fandom, so even though AO3 says the number is 48, I'm gonna count the TRUE number as 17. (It got cut down so much because of how many video game series have different games with different fandom tags on AO3, lmao)

Here's the breakdown of the list:

Persona (Mostly Persona 3)

Fire Emblem (Mostly Shadow Dragon and Blazing Sword)

Legend of Zelda

Pokemon

Professor Layton

RWBY

Kid Icarus: Uprising

Earthbound/MOTHER

Red vs. Blue

Voltron Legendary Defender

Naruto

Final Fantasy XV

Harvest Moon

The Mysterious Benedict Society

The Avengers

Animal Crossing

Care Bears (despite having never actually consumed any Care Bears media to my knowledge)

The worst part is that this stupid list would be much, much, MUCH longer if I finished even a quarter of my WIPs 😭 Hell, even just my "Video Games" subfolder in my "Fanfiction" subfolder has more than 17 subfolders in it...

Y'all don't understand how many random fics my ADHD spares you from ever seeing I have no focus

Top five fics by kudos:

Ash and Emotion (Zelda) - Not surprising, I knew this was my most popular fic. It was for a ZeLink zine full of beautiful work :)

Resemblance (Naruto) - bro I always forget people really liked this one. Literally an unedited drabble I did in an hour for a "pride month drabble challenge" which I immediately abandoned. Trans rights I guess

Always Wanna Play (But You Never Wanna Lose) (Persona 3) - This one isn't surprising either, and I'm very proud of this fic so I'm quite chuffed to see it get so much attention... thanks everyone :')

The Beat of Your Heart (Zelda) - Now this one surprised me a lot. This was just a little piece for ZeLink week... Another unedited one, I literally was writing it on the toilet in church so I could get it out in time 😭

Comfort (Zelda) - Another ZeLink week piece, but I knew this one was popular. Also unedited, lmao. I was writing it on the day of my AP Calc finals and I rushed through the exam so I could have more time to work on the fic 😭 I made some Choices that year

Do you respond to comments?

I try to! But I get very anxious about it and tend to work myself into a tizzy, so I often put it off for later and then forget, haha. Then I'll go and respond to all my comments from the last few months and feel even weirder about it... T_T

What's the fic with the angstiest ending you've ever written?

Oof. That's... a hard one, haha. I've written a couple of fics without happy endings, though I typically don't. At least three fics which end on a canonical character death, for instance. But I'd say the ending which made me the most emo writing was Butter, a Mother 3 fic. It ends with Lucas, who's like 9, recently lost his mother, then lost his twin brother (and thinks it's his fault), and is now being neglected by his father, crawling into bed and crying. So yeah, pretty bleak, lmao... but at least he doesn't die I guess?

Do you write crossovers?

I do, but I haven't posted many yet. I'm not always huge on writing them, but I do think about them a lot. I was working on this one Persona 3 x Fire Emblem Awakening crossover but I lost steam on it, and now there's a really lovely crossover on AO3 with a similar premise that I was SO delighted to come across!!! Hope y'all don't mind me taking a break from linking my own work to shill for this one, hehe

Have you ever gotten hate on a fic?

Unfortunately, yes, about six times, I'd say. Even more unfortunately, most of those times happened earlier on in my fanfic writing career, and I was pretty sensitive to hate back then, so I deleted many of the relevant fics, and some of them I don't even have access to myself anymore.

Not gonna talk about the ones that are still upsetting, but I will talk about the funny examples: on a (since deleted) RWBY fic, I said in the author's note that I "wrote them as platonic, but the fic can be read as WhiteRose", and then I got a glowing comment gushing about how good the story was which ended with "but then you had to ruin it by shitting all over WhiteRose, how about you [long suicide bait]". Third most baffling comment I've ever received.

The two most baffling were on different fics, but both were making the same weird accusation??? One was on a ZeLink fic (actually, on Comfort, my fifth most kudos'ed fic of all time now), and y'know I think I'm just gonna show you the comment in question:

The other one was on a long-since deleted fic which focused on both a romantic ship, as well as a fatherly relationship between one member of the ship and the other member's father. I guess having a fatherly relationship with your father-in-law makes your boyfriend actually your brother (and therefore you can't date him anymore). IDK man people are crazy. (tbf the commenter in question thought I was setting it up so that he'd get adopted by his boyfriend's parents, which would give them more of a case, but like... that didn't happen in the fic and wasn't going to. they just guessed at a future plot development and got angry about their guess)

Do you write smut?

I do, but I've never posted any. I've posted one fic that was very suggestive, I'd even call it "NSFW" in a sense, but never anything explicit. Maybe I will in the future? We'll see if I can ever finish anything smutty, lmao.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Yep, I had Ultimatum, my longest chapter-fic (and by far my most popular fic in the ff.n days) stolen and posted on another site by somebody. I reported it but never checked back up to see if it got taken down.

I also feel that I've had my work plagiarized pretty damn blatantly in another fandom (I was browsing a certain AU tag and read one which contained all the exact events and sometimes word-for-word dialogue from a fic of mine, just very very slightly rewritten) but the poster had no other works and their writing was definitely extremely juvenile, so... I figured they were a dumb kid and just decided not to raise a fuss. Checked back later and they deleted it, hopefully because they realized they shouldn't do that, so I figure there's no need to start shit over it. Honestly, if that person used that experience as a jumping-off point to write their own fics, then I'm glad it happened, imitation being the highest form of flattery and all.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

No, though I had someone reach out to me on fanfiction dot net a long time ago and ask permission to translate An Unheard Goodbye, which was super exciting! I agreed, but I don't believe they ever got around to it, or if they did, they never posted it. Still very flattering, and I think about that a lot, hehe.

What’s your all-time favorite ship?

HOW COULD I POSSIBLY ANSWER THIS. UM. UM UH. UHHH UM UH I. UM.

I'm.... gonna say Zelda/Link? I haven't written it in FOREVER but it was such a huge part of me coming into my own as a fanfic author, so I have to give it credit for that.

What’s a WIP that you want to finish, but don’t think you ever will?

.......all of them 😭 god I have so many of these damn things. But for the prime example, I'd point to Ultimatum, an old Pokemon fic that I started in middle school. I got all the way to the climax and I feel bad leaving my readers hanging, but... at this point, if I did continue it, I would honestly have to rewrite the whole fic first just to be in line with my current understanding of the characters.

What are your writing strengths?

Y'know, I think I get character voices down extremely well in a way which elevates my dialogue and narration. That's probably the thing I'm most proud of in my own writing, at least.

What are your writing weaknesses?

BREVITY. Or the utter, glaring lack of it. I have also been known to muddy up my writing with an overabundance of A) adverbs, B) unneeded clauses tacked onto perfectly good sentences, and C) em-dashes 😭

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fics?

I think it's dope as fuck, but I currently can't really accomplish it because I'm monolingual (NOT FOR LONG IF I HAVE ANYTHING TO SAY ABOUT IT, I'M COMING FOR YOU, JAPANESE FLUENCY!!!!). I will also say that I don't like when authors will write characters having a story-important conversation in another language, then put the translations in the end notes or something, requiring you to either read the chapter confused or else keep scrolling back down and back up.... I think even that's totally fine to do if what's being said isn't plot-relevant, though.

What was the first fandom you ever wrote for?

Naruto. I hadn't read or watched Naruto btw, I had only read other Naruto fanfics. I have spoken on this topic many times, but it remains hilarious to me. Also, so many of my old Naruto fics are lost to the Wattpad times, but I will take this opportunity to once again share a quote which I recently managed to unearth from my long-lost unsung magnum opus:

Never ever will I intentionally attain the level of comedy gold that I managed while writing completely dead serious Naruto fanfiction on Wattpad in 2012.

What’s your favorite fic you’ve written so far?

See above. How could I ever top that fic.

In all seriousness, this question always makes me sweat, but I think I'm gonna say Oil, a slightly older fic from my EliHec days which I absolutely obsessed over for months before finally managing to finish. And, unlike most of the fics that I obsess over, I think the obsession actually made it come out better rather than worse, haha.

thanks again for the tag!!!! as for me, I'll tag uhh, hm, @wizard-finix @dreamedge @misty-wisp @flyfish1999 and any other AO3 writers who see this!!! (idk how many of you use AO3 and most of the MBS authors I know have probably already been tagged hehe but anybody who wants to should absolutely feel free!!!!!!!)

#Lee Speaks #tag game #god this is long. i love ranting about my writing thank you again for the tag

[jennandblitz]

fic masterlist

i've been meaning to do this for ages, but here is a fic list of my darlings. Ones with a 🖤 are personal favourites of mine. Of course, please check the tags of any fic you'd like to read and if you want to leave a comment or kudos, my eternal thanks to you.

Marauder Ink 🖤 My baby. Tattoo artist Sirius Black is doing just fine, until Lily hires Remus Lupin, piercing expert, to work at Marauder Ink alongside Sirius and his brother James.

Marauder Ink 2: Black and Grey Sirius and Remus are together, but both their pasts haunt them as they try to work through the sticky business of falling in love.

Crazy Little Thing Called Love James and Lily have been together since high school and now they run Marauder Ink with their best friend Sirius. One day, James wakes up and decides he wants to get married.

Caught 🖤 Remus' POV during Marauder Ink, he is dealing with his own self-hatred and his burgeoning feelings for Sirius. ~~~

Rock N Pole 🖤 - co-written with @freedombooksflowers Genderfluid Sirius is a pole dancer. At a competition they meet asexual rock climber Remus and they slowly fall in love. Yes, this is over two million words and a huge, huge thing to read but we love it. Full to the brim with the struggles of gender and sexual identity, Remus and Sirius discover themselves and each other along the way, including a surprising D/s relationship that fulfils them both in ways they do not expect.

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Black Glitter A series where Sirius is a Drag Queen in Brighton and a local competition is judged by Remus Lupin, editor of the local queer mag, the Wolf Pack, and Sirius is immediately enamoured.

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Quidditch Through the Ages Inspired entirely by seeing my rugby team win, Sirius and Remus celebrate Quidditch wins through the ages by having lots of sex.

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Just a Jeepster for Your Love a place for my cross-posted Tumblr drabbles and adorable tiny fics.

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A Beginner's Guide - co-written with @wewereinfinitelywolfstar Hiatus. Sirius and Remus have been together for several years when they want to get into kink. This fic follows them discovering the BDSM lifestyle and provides a literal beginners's guide.

A Boost Over Heaven's Gate Sirius and James have been together since school, even after James and Lily start seeing each other and Remus and Sirius start dating. Remus and Lily know, though, and Remus decides to take Sirius and James under his wing into a D/s relationship.

A Million Dreams, A Million Scars Sirius comforts Remus after the full moon, full of fluff and kisses.

Always In This Twilight My fix-it soul bond AU, following Sirius and Remus from the first year of Hogwarts all the way through to Halloween 1981.

As Though Nothing Could Fall 🖤 Sirius and Remus are on an Order mission when Sirius gets caught in a magical trap. Bleeding out fast, he and Remus frantically search for a way to get out alive with some confessions on the way.

Distractions a silly little fic where the narrator gets frustrated with our boys and the dirty tangents they go on.

Endings and Beginnings my Very First Fic. It's sentimental and a broad look at Wolfstar's lives.

Going Back for Love 🖤 After the Shack Incident in 1975, Sirius is expelled and finishes his education at Beauxbatons. It's 1982 and Remus has to deal with the return of the one person he never thought he'd see again.

Happy Birthday, Moons the fluffiest of fics for @purplechimera8's birthday.

I Am Not Afraid to Keep On Living The zombie apocalypse happens slowly and two survivors find themselves in an abandoned shopping mall, drawn to each other.

In The Throes of You 🖤 Sirius, Remus, James and Lily frequent The Tower, a BDSM club where they can explore their deepest desires. One of the most electric Tops in the place, Sirius always bottoms for the worst people and Remus is there to pick him back up after.

Moonlight Mile After the War is over, Sirius and Remus run a lycanthropy support group; they work to undo harmful legislation and provide a safe space for sufferers and their family. One Flower Moon, though, everything is upended

my heart feels the weight of all I don't know Sirius goes undercover at Narcissa's wedding, with Remus as his date.

My Own Secret Ceremonials 🖤 the super new moon has Remus crawling out of his skin and Sirius knows just what will help.

Never Have I Ever... my second-most popular fic. Sirius, Remus and James play a popular Muggle drinking game and things get a little... steamy.

On a Hot Summer Night On a beach holiday, Sirius and Remus take advantage of no one else being around.

Out of Stock Remus helps out a Hard of Hearing boy and his Godfather who is struggling with his BSL vocabulary.

Parlez-vous Francais? The cutest of meets, Sirius and Remus run into each other on the Paris Metro.

Put Your Head on My Shoulder It's 1953 and The Marauders bike gang roll into the small town of Godric's Hollow. Remus knows the leader of the gang is bad news but he can't deny there's an attraction there.

Robbers Sirius and Marlene make a bad decision one day when they're bored. Inspired by The 1975's Robbers music video.

Satellites 🖤 Sirius is the guitarist for Starsign, a band on a meteoric rise to fame. In Glasgow one day he meets gig photographer Remus Lupin and it's all over from there.

Tag, You're It A Bring Black Back, post-Veil reunion with a fair helping of angst.

Television Romance - co-written with @brokentoasterrr Small-time criminals, big-time lovers Remus and Sirius plan a heist to pull the wool over the eyes of gang leader Dumbledore.

The Black Dog and the Wolf A Witcher-books AU where Witcher Sirius finds a werewolf on the edge of town.

The Morning Doesn't Reach Us 🖤 a modern-magical AU where Hogwarts doesn't exist, Purebloods are educated at home and, well, Sirius doesn't know about the Mudbloods. But one night he stumbles upon a Wizarding nightclub and no matter what, he keeps coming back.

The Music Room - co-written with @freedombooksflowers Victorian Scion Sirius Black needs a new piano teacher and Remus Lupin fills that position, and the space in Sirius' heart.

The Secret "Oral" History - co-written with @stonecoldhedwig We affectionately call this fic 'coke fic'. Sirius and Remus are at university in the 1980s and a note passed in a lecture sets everything in motion.

The Treasuries of Firenze 🖤 An Assassin's Creed AU where Assassin Sirius finds an artist in a market in Florence and is immediately in love, but the universe has other ideas for him.

Wildflower About You Marlene runs a cafe/florist with her best friends Sirius and Remus. Flower supplier Dorcas Meadowes is sweeter than any of her blooms.

You've Got the Universe Reclining in Your Hair At a Christmas party at the Potter house, Sirius and Marlene are dancing around each other and finally fall into step.

20th January 2019 After the wars, Sirius and Remus spend the moons in quieter places nowadays.

#wolfstar #my fics #remus x sirius #sirius x remus #r/s #sirius black #remus lupin #hp fanfic #hp fanfiction #marauders fanfiction #hp marauders

[aces-drew]

Hi! I just wanted to drop in and say that I adore your two Nace fics so much to the point that I have probably reread them about 20 millions and if you ever want to write for them again I would be more than WILLING (and to tell my soul) to supply you with a slew of ideas because I have plenty <3 your writing is absolutely BEAUTIFUL!!!

hi anon, you have no idea how often i think of your ask and how much i've come back to it since you've written to me. i hope you're still around and still somewhat part of the nd fandom, and that the series finale was something you could enjoy and be satisfied w! truth be told i fell out of the fandom at the end of the third season, it was for a lot of reasons - personal and just the time passing, and with it also came half-baked word docs of nace fics i started but never really got around to finishing. and i never wanted to answer your high compliments with the answer of never considering to write for them again, and in all honesty i forgot my written drabbles in a folder on my laptop for the better part of the last two years. but i went through it on a whim today and actually found something i think is worth sharing, and since your message has stayed with me, i'm going to post it for you and you only, as both a thank you and im sorry i couldnt really give you more. writing for nace was one of my greatest joys in a truthfully very difficult time in my life, and im so glad it was as special for you as it was for me! so here's almost 5k of nace being in their pre-relationship, best friends in tension phase dated to the 21st of dec 2021 - it's certainly not my best work and may seem a bit half-baked, but there is so much love in it, and its happy and sad and hopeful all at once, and reading it again with fresher eyes, it would've been a shame for it to rot in my gdrive with no audience, so yeah thank you for reading this my dear anon. i hope you like it, take care!!

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Ace let out a soft mumble of a curse under his breath.

‘Florence, this is not the time girl.’

The exasperation in his tone was refreshing to Nancy. Rarely was Ace ever off-centre; he was always the one who held down the fort, who grounded everyone, and especially her, to whatever it was they were working through at any given time. So the fact that car trouble was what got Ace ticking made her chuckle.

And among other things, she had to admit how adorable it was – his brows creased in annoyance, hands resting on his steering wheel, fingers drumming on the small surface in agitation. (Nancy tried to force herself to look away when her mind started to focus on how long and sturdy his fingers were in comparison to the lining of the steering wheel, ignoring the unnatural hike in her pulse).

Nancy observes his leg start to bounce restlessly in its place, his growing frustration rivalling Nancy’s ease. He looks at her through the rear-view mirror, sparkly blue eyes that seem to brace for her remark knowingly, ‘You’re not allowed to say I told you so.’

Nancy playfully clicks her tongue, ‘I told you so.’

He groans in response, but there’s only levity in his tone. When she looks at him amidst her unhelpful giggle, for the briefest of seconds, she sees a ghost of a smile on his lips.

‘Okay I’ve got Earnie on speed-dial, he should be here in like 45 minutes.’

He looks at her readily, waiting for her to take a jab at the fact that he’s on a first-name basis with the Horseshoe Bay’s finest mechanic and tower of cars, but she chooses not to indulge him.

With a small smile, she pulls out a pack of skittles and crinkles it open, offering him a hand-full of carelessly assorted yellow skittles in ceasefire. He looks at her in mocking question, ‘You think giving me my favourite colour of skittles is going to convince me into giving you a pass on the next 45 minutes where you tease me about this incessantly?’

Nancy smiles the brightest smile she can manage, teeth barred like a girl scout selling her cookies door to door, ‘Yep.’

He concedes, nonchalantly shaking his head and turning over the skittles from her hand to his, ‘You know me too well.’

(Nancy ignores the way he touches the pulse point on her wrist when he transfers the candy onto his own hand, how his fingers ever-so gently wrap around her entire wrist, electrifying the skin under his touch).

They sit there chewing in comfortable silence - on the candy as well as their thoughts; it had been a long day. They were heading back from another dead-end lead on de-tangling George’s soul from Odette’s, and though it had been a long shot, the sting of failure extinguishing the little hope that had slipped through to everyone in the group at the beginning of the day was subtly unrelenting. Nancy tried to keep the fear at bay, closing her eyes to refocus away from the painful pulses lightly throbbing at her temple. She couldn’t even think about reliving George’s death again, but the image of her bloodied body on the floor of the Claw re-emerges without permission, and along with it comes bile up Nancy’s throat.

In an attempt for comfort, she reminds herself of what George had to said to them when they regrouped at their cars to drive back to Horseshoe Bay, ‘I’m a fighter guys, and I live every day with intention, I’m happy and in love and I have no regrets. We’ll figure this out.’

She recalls George’s soft smile at Nick, her smirk at Bess when Addy asks for the two of them to carpool back alone together, her hugs for Nancy and Ace – she reminds herself how good it feels to relish in the warmth of her best friend. Taking a few deep breaths, Nancy wills for it to make her feel a bit better.

A gentle tap on her shoulder gets her to open her eyes again, and before she can turn to face Ace in question, she finds herself enamoured by the starry night sky looking down on her through the upper windshield. She wonders how she hadn’t yet noticed the glimmering specks of silver tattered against a canvas of cloudless navy blue, both beautifully and terrifyingly spanning the expanse of her entire eyeline, nestled between tall, dark oaks and pine trees on either side of the road they were currently grounded to.

‘You have to stop worrying about her, we’ll solve this too, we always do.’

That snaps her focus right back onto Ace, and she realises that despite the fairly long drive in darkness, the reason her attention had been obscured from the remarkable night sky was because it had been elsewhere, particularly on a concerning distraction that had been sat next to her this whole time.

She studies him, not rushing her response. She registers the way his lips have come into a fine line in resolve, starkly different to the smile lines that had lifted the plane of his cheeks just a few minutes ago, how the flecks of grey within his clear, sky-blue eyes zap like lightning, reflecting the twinkle of the stars above him – confident, persevering, determined. Her chest expands at how his expression still emanates warmth, a still of comfort when her mind is too convoluted to function, to find the gravity below her. Looking at him, she doesn’t necessarily blame herself for not noticing the night sky.

‘I hate that you can read me.’

She finds the grin in his eyes before his lips, ‘You have to stop being so predictable.’

She mock-scoffs at him, ‘Says the guy who knew his car was going to break down but was too stubborn to back down from subjecting it to a long road trip anyways.’

He takes his turn feigning hurt, ‘Touché.’ He chuckles, ‘Nancy – 1, Ace – 0.’

She sobers up at his still subtly insistent stare, he doesn’t want her to drop the subject just yet but he doesn’t ask again; his delicate push gets her primed enough to voice her thoughts, ‘I can’t watch her die again.’

She hates how her voice fails her, vulnerability and fear lulling her to a whisper, as if she’s afraid the universe will hear her. Ace responds with a shaky breath, returning to her gaze with the truths she’s been trying to convince herself with, ‘We’re trying our best. We’ll get there, and we’ll find what she needs.’

His eyes don’t waver from hers, ‘We can’t live in how her death is something we can’t avoid just yet, you heard what she said Nance, she’s living her best life day after day, and we owe it to her to do the same.’

He says his words with such conviction that Nancy lets out a breath she didn’t even know she was holding, (she tries not to melt at how his nickname for her drapes itself so softly on his tongue). ‘None of us will ever give up on her, on any of us.’

She lets out a small smile in understanding, a tear escaping to her cheek before she’s able to get a hold of her glossy eyes. For a spilt-second Nancy sees his fingers reach out for her, possibly to wipe the tear away, but he stops himself, and Nancy tries to ignore the way her stomach hollows out at his reluctance. Instead, he gives a genuine smile in return. 

Before the slight awkwardness can stew between the two of them, Ace speaks up softly, clearing his throat, ‘Alright, come on.’

He gestures to the trunk of the car as he gets out of the driver’s seat, and open’s the passenger door for her to follow him; she wordlessly steps out despite her confusion. The cold wind hits her skin immediately, passing through the soft sleeves of her sweater as if they weren’t even there. She hugs herself, tracing her hands up and down her upper arms to create some insulation.

Ace opens up the trunk and unzips a large duffel bag, pulling out three blankets and two cushion pillows. Taking the especially woolly chocolate and cream checkered throw, he swings it over Nancy’s back and gently swaddles her, ‘Better?’

‘Better.’ She responds, warmth immediately encapsulating her. Before she can ask why they’re outside his car in uncomfortably cold weather, he explains, ‘The stars are out tonight,’ he says looking up, ‘I thought we could kill some time while we wait for Earnie, and a distraction wouldn’t hurt the both of us. Two birds, one stone.’

Nancy follows his eye-line and stares at the sky, ‘Definitely.’

Within five minutes, he lays out the largest blanket he has onto the hood of Florence and sets down the two pillows for them. Forgetting the added weight of the throw, she grabs his hand to get onto the surface, and predictably, loses balance almost immediately, tripping to fall face first right onto Ace’s chest.

Before Nancy settles into how mortifying it is, Ace’s arms instinctually wrap around her waist and secure them in place, his chest reverberating the chuckle he adds to the night air.

Her shoulders loosen, and Ace looks down at her with a smirk, a glint of mischief within those blue eyes Nancy adores, ‘Comfortable?’

‘Shut up.’ Nancy groans, and Ace readily manoeuvres her waist to help her rest next to him, the two of them fully laughing now. (She ignores the way his fingers come into contact with some bare skin on her hips when it happens, a result of her sweater hiking and the blanket falling on top of the both of them when she fell; she tries not to focus on the imperceptible movement of his thumbs against her exposed skin).

As they recover from their laughing fit and Nancy settles more comfortably onto her cushion, shoulder to shoulder with Ace, they both find themselves looking up at the incredible vastness above them. Away from the other’s gaze, and suddenly incredibly aware of how small they were in this expanse of time and space, Nancy feels almost blindingly comfortable with Ace, willing to tell him anything if he asked.

Ace seems to get the same idea, ‘Okay, game time. I give you a story and you give me one in return, could be prompted by a question if either of us have something specific to ask, but otherwise it’s free rein.’

Nancy considers the proposition – she supposes it is dangerous territory, and that she would be tiptoeing between everything she wants to disclose and keep hidden, especially because she was already so comfortable leaving her heart at her sleeve with Ace, but ultimately the urge to get to know Ace better wins her over.

‘Okay,’ she agrees, slightly hesitant, ‘But you start, since you clearly have something in mind.’

She sees him nod in her periphery.

‘My mom used to take me star-gazing to help with my anxiety,’ Ace says, his eyes focused on the sky. ‘I couldn’t sleep after what happened with my dad, and there were a good few weeks where he was comatose in the hospital, and I couldn’t get that image of him out of my head every time I closed my eyes.’

‘I stayed up for like four days straight after the accident, hopped up on energy drinks and just gaming or coding night after night, getting by on twenty minute naps that would just happen because my body was so exhausted,’ he sighs, seemingly disappointed in his younger self, ‘It wasn’t long before my mom noticed the bags under my eyes and asked me to explain myself - I just broke down, told her how his limp body was all I could see if I let my mind rest for even a second. That’s when she invested in Florence, a seemingly temporary rental at the time,’ he chuckles fondly, ‘and every night my dad stayed in the hospital after that, she took me up to the bluffs so that we could see the stars as clear as they were in Maine.’

She imagines a young Ace, so scared of his father not coming home that he wills himself to become his own problem, shielding himself the only way he knows how, and finding himself unwilling to depend on anyone, even as a child. Even though the irony of how similar they are is not lost on her, it hollows out Nancy’s chest.

She can’t also help but find small comfort in the karmic coincidence that the bluffs were somehow similarly significant in both their lives – a place rooted in contentment equally as much as trauma. Nancy wonders why fate sometimes writes in intricately entwining strings so cruel when it comes to her.

‘She pointed out all the constellations, and eventually I learnt them too, and her explaining everything would send me to sleep. It was a lot easier to close my eyes to the stars instead of a dark ceiling, and she always said ‘It’s okay to be afraid, but when you are, just look up, and you’ll be reminded of how vast and complicated this universe is. And if you can believe in that, you can believe that things will work out for the best’. And that hope? That hope has weirdly never really left me, no matter what’s happened since then.’ He finishes.

Nancy can tell that his voice is thicker, and she doesn’t push to ask him why he thought she should know something so intrinsic about him. She breathes it in nevertheless, savouring a piece of his past that has been delicately placed in her hands, an olive branch for her to know him better.

She decides to take him up on it and share something that’s been kept in the dustiest shelves of her own heart, ‘That day the Aglaeca came to claim us, I actually fell off the bluffs.’

Nancy feels him turn his face to her in surprise, the only thing she’d told them was that she’d almost tripped over - she’d never considered talking about the truth till now; she pushes on, talking at the stars, ‘I kept screaming for help, but obviously nobody came. I was meant to die there, just like my mother, and for a second, before my survival instinct kicked in, I almost let go… almost wanted to let go,’ she feels her voice wobble, unable to carry the weight of her words, ‘I felt my own weight on my fingers, felt them give, and I was so tired, so I almost let go… instead of choosing to try and climb up.’

She had never admitted that to anybody, least of all herself, but it felt liberating to do so, to be overwhelmed in how enormous all her trauma seemed at the time, ‘I think it’s because I’d felt helpless for a long time, I didn’t know how to be somebody that other people couldn’t depend on, and I couldn’t get the conversation, or fight, we all had out of my head,’ she adds quickly, with a hollow, humourless chuckle, ‘but I did, I did climb up, and when I looked over at the sea, sitting there, all alone, I wasn’t necessarily glad that I had. I still felt empty, even when I knew we survived.’

Verbalising the last admission felt like a tonne of bricks on her shoulders, but it all came out in a few short breaths – like domino after domino falling in a way she couldn’t really stop once it started. She’d felt so small in the face of everything she’d been through, and even though she knew that life is always the right choice, and she’s convicted of that that definitively now more than any other time in her life, it wasn’t something that came intuitively to her that day. Her introspection is cut short when she realises that Ace has fully turned to face her now, and she struggles finding the courage to look at him.

When she does, the pain in his glassy eyes knocks the wind out of her, ‘Nance, I-I-, shit. I’m so fucking sorry Nancy.’

His voice breaks, faltering as he sits upright with his apology. She follows, sitting up cross-legged next to him, ‘Hey, hey,’ she insists, resting her arm on his bicep, willing him to look at her, ‘I wasn’t done… You know what helped me through that? What made me realise that it had obviously been the right choice?’

Ace’s stormy blue eyes look back at her, and he seems to recognise her desperation for levity, ‘Therapy?’

They both chuckle, cutting through a little bit of the tension, ‘Yes, of course therapy,’ she agrees, ‘but unlike therapy, this isn’t something I’ve had since I was eight.’

She takes a deep breath, hoping her persistent eye contact conveys the principle she that she grounds herself to, ‘It was all of you. Seeing you that day when I walked into the Claw that night? With Bess, and Nick and George? With your relieved smiles, and hugs that were insistent on making sure I knew how glad you all were that I was alive? That’s what rushed all that relief into my body. For a spilt second, the Aglaeca highlighted all of my trauma so that I couldn’t see through to the love I was given, and yes, it didn’t help that we were our worst selves that day, fuelled by fear and regret, but when I’d gotten back into my car and drove back to the Claw, I knew. I-’ she drew another breath, trying to gain coherence; there was so much she had to say about that night, so much she’d packed away into a tiny little box in her mind, ‘when I walked in that night, I knew that I’d made the right call, that from then on, whatever near-death experience I was going to get catapulted into, I would always choose to stick around.’

She could feel her throat closing up a little, her voice thickening, ‘The love that I’ve gotten from all of you, and now even Ryan, has changed my life, and it has forever changed the trajectory of who I am, and I whoever I’ll be, and that’s something I’m only grateful for. I know I don’t tell you all that enough, but seriously, I am so, so grateful.’

The tears fall down Ace’s cheeks freely now, and in the vortex of them under a beautiful night sky with their hearts strung out in the open and them alone in between the woods, his reservations seem to lower just enough. His other hand comes over the hand of hers that’s still resting on his bicep, and he intertwines his fingers with hers, a soft whisper following, ‘Still, I’m sorry, what we said was really fucked up, there really isn’t an excuse for it. We all made the decisions that got us to being prophesied to die that night, and it wasn’t you. Nance, you didn’t bring us to our deaths like lambs to slaughter, it was on us, we chose to be there.’

It’s his turn to pierce right through to her heart through his gaze, conviction steady in his words, ‘You are not a cause, and you are not an omen. You are anything but that. And honestly Nancy, I don’t even fucking know what I’d do with myself if we lost you that night.’

Nancy feels relieved in a weird way, the vindication is anything but hollow and ingenuine, it feels good. She laughs lightly, trying to mask a little bit of the subtle discomfort she feels; she knows the sentiment would be undeniably the same the other way around (except Nancy knows that’s partly also because she can’t really comprehend the enormity of what Ace means to her, how he was somehow so much more than a friend), the heaviness in his tone makes the implications of the statement much more intimate that she’s ready to decrypt. ‘Well at least George wouldn’t have died.’

And there it comes, that exasperated ‘Nancy, using humour to cope with your trauma is not funny’ face comfortably settling on Ace’s expression before she’s even done with her sentence. She chooses to laugh it off again (and pretends not to notice how Ace’s fingers tighten around hers perceptibly more).

Neither of them lets go of the other’s hand, and Nancy eventually lays back down on her cushion, with Ace following suite, ‘Okay on a lighter note,’ she refreshes, ‘where do you see yourself in 10 years?’

He hums in thought, ‘Uh, I don’t really know, haven’t thought much about it really.’

There’s an awkward hitch to his voice, and Nancy knows he’s picked up on her picking up on it, and he concedes into a slightly more nuanced response, ‘I’d like to have the standard stuff y’know?’

She looks at him pointedly, ‘The standard stuff?’

He avoids her gaze, ‘Yeah, the standard stuff. I’d like to be in love, and if I’m lucky, possibly even married. And yeah, eventually something like two kids, a white picket fence, y’know, the whole thing.’

The response surprises Nancy for some reason; it’s such an open admission of domesticity, and she unintentionally pictures herself with him in his ideal.

‘You think it’s dumb.’

She’s frayed from her thoughts, and registers that she’d been quietly daydreaming for embarrassingly longer than acceptable, and that Ace perceived it as the opposite of what she was currently thinking.

‘What?’ Nancy tries to steady her heart beating frantically in her chest, the enormity of mapping her entire future with Ace now settling swiftly on her shoulders.

‘Oh my god, you totally think it’s dumb.’

Nancy tries to think through what feels like her brain is melting, ‘I do not think it’s stupid Ace, come on. It’s endearing!’

He looks at her unconvinced. She tries to centre herself, refocusing from the image of two toddlers with his wonderful hair and her fiery eyes, she looks up and away from him again, ‘I’ve always wanted at least two kids too, I never had any siblings, and I’ve always thought that companionship is really important when you’re young. A boy and a girl��� would be nice to have someday.’

When she meets his gaze, there’s something indecipherable about them. She tries to not to let how intensely he’s looking at her waver her in staring back at him (but it’s hard, she feels her stomach jump to her throat).  

The finally, he speaks, ‘At least two huh? Never pegged Nancy Drew for the big house, big family type.’

There’s a hint of an endearing tease that laces his tone, and she knows it’s meant to annoy her; she chooses instead to be honest, ‘Yeah, actually.’

A small smile of satisfaction finds her lips as Ace’s eyes widen for just a second, ‘You’re not the only one who wants the standard stuff y’know,’ she says, imitating the tone he’d used, ‘I would also really like to be in love, married even, and settle down. Maybe here, maybe somewhere else. Either way, I definitely do want a legacy. And what better legacy to leave than to love the people you love, maybe even slip into a life with that one special person I love and work to be with, and hopefully they’re a best friend and someone I completely depend on, and I’ll get to create a family with them someday.’

She places intentionality in her last sentence, letting Ace know that maybe this person she hopes to have all that with isn’t some far away concept, but the wonderful friend and companion she’s been able to completely trust and depend on these last few months. His eyes seem to darken as he processes her words, blue pushed to the edges of his irises; she gets the feeling that he might’ve picked up on the implication.

There was no doubt that they’d been recently tip-toeing around what their friendship was evolving into; between Nancy recovering from the Wraith, Ace getting kicked out and Amanda breaking up with him, they’d both changed into such different people in just a few weeks.  They’d both seemed to realise that though their entire worlds had shifted axes, the two of them were the same – they were Nancy and Ace, detective and hacker, a mind racing a hundred miles per hour paired with a rational, calm decision maker, a comet free orbiting in space and the sun’s gravity that grounded it, two best friends. They were comfortable here, safe in the boundaries of their friendship that was a little more than friendship, in confessions through glances and grazes, where the fear of having to figure out how they fit with each other, who they were and what they wanted was too scary for them to consider. For now, the implication was enough.

‘Yeah,’ Ace seemed to agree, his voice a little dreamy, ‘someday.’

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[onlyswan]

Hello! It's been a while since the last ask that I have sent here but I just want to drop by and join your annual survey because this is my favorite place on the internet and I want to wish everybody especially you, art, a warm and fulfilling holidays and eat your favorite foods! Hehehe So for the first question, as to what is your favorite/s from the drabbles i've put out this year (second in which collection)?

here are my top 5 in no particular order:

in which you make jungkook’s world spin and you tend to… make him a little too dizzy

I love this one because of how you perfectly crafted situations where in playfulness and mischief is something being celebrated, it is a lighthearted read and such a breathe of fresh air and made me so sentimental that after reading it, I just pictured in my mind that I was looking at both of them fondly and their rough years flashed through my mind and it's just, really, thank god they have each other.

in which jungkook can’t sleep, and he can’t stop kissing you either

This one is kind of understood because seeing a hopeless romantic jungkook be inlove and affectionate and not holding back and just being himself is like a blessing. I also feel giddy with the way he teases oc and be like "I look hot like this, take a picture" hahaha gosh! I miss him so much.

n which jungkook is one of your greatest fears and you’re his achilles’ heel

I love this. I REALLY LOVE THIS. I am not really the type to like suffering through literature but knowing oc and jungkook's lore - I think I have said this before - it is the kind of pain that makes the love and happiness and the time after the drought more worth it. Like, I remember your words saying something along the lines of that kind of pain exists in a place full of love - or is it vice versa but you get what I mean, right? Like you fill my heart with so much love that it grew larger than what ribcage can accomodate but it's okay, that is what it is for.

in which jungkook loves to see you smile and you are the god of mischief

This one feels like a core memory for some reason. Like a funny inside joke or memory that would always be fun to relive and retell every time. I know that this one is kind of like a silly little moment they have but I just can't help but interpret their words and action into some kind of having a deep meaning or something. Oh gosh, they just make me feel so sappy and sentimental all the time. ALso this one is memorable because I remember wanting to read this again before and I couldn't find it anywhere. Hahaha!

in which jungkook can sleep without you, but he’d rather not to

Last on the list is of course, the one where we see one of the most vulnerable moment of jungkook. I love how you use his cute antics and translating in a metaphorical way. It is such a very Artemis way kind of writing but you just never fail to excite me on your million ways of using your words and weaving it into something that feels like it should be written in flower themed scented paper and to be sent to the love of your life. It is crazy how vulnerability doesn't seem so scary when it is with the right person, no? This drabble made me want to be in jungkook's shoes, being brave enough to ask for love because you know you will never be shamed for it.

Second is for the question themes, lines, paragraphs, or scenes that stood out to you?

you guess nothing much has changed. you’re still afraid of jungkook and his power to take away the sun, just as he did before, and you deeply despise being afraid. you don’t like it when the walls are closing in on you, poisoning your mind into believing that you’re small when the heart inside your chest burns with a fire brighter than that of the damn sun.

This paragraph broke in many ways possible. I love the degrees of pain describe with every sentences and how the pain just double down with every stop of words and then it starts again. You have me audibly gasping for air because your choice of words are painting a clear picture in my mind.

for the jungkook of today, control is an abandoned form of self-destruction and he can tell you in confidence that ‘here i am in all my glory. there are unfixable, fractured parts of me and i am laying them out on the floor for you to see- you can take me or leave me, but i know you’ll always choose the former’ and ‘i am stubborn and i do not give up’ and ‘i want to buy a house in the countryside with you’ and most of all ‘i need your love.’

This is what I'm talking about from the previous question. But the reason why I adore this part so much is because I could identify that this paragraph was written by you but at the same time I also know that these thoughts are very much jungkook-like. It is you are transcripting jungkook's every hearbeat. I love love love this! * I have so many favorites that I want to talk about but this is the only free time that I have and I still have so much to say.

For the next question about who is your favorite character, oc or jungkook?

I would love to say both of them but in a perspective of the way it was written, I would say that you should be applauded and talked about on how you created such a complex character as oc. That is such an exceptional character, unique, and well thought out that many of us can see oc in different forms and shapes such as songs, things, people, and ideas. I know how oc is a reader insert but as for me, it feels as though as a reader, I am playing an established character with their own personality and characteristics. It feels like in a movie? It is like you know when an album is so good and resonates with a lot of people but they make it their own?

I would just answer the last two questions in one! hehehe

For the year? I'm really but with numbers so I would just say that I would love to see the beginning of their relationship? I want to see yearning, the adjustments, the unsure glances and nervousness around each other, all the giddy stuffs but also I want to see and understand how it must've been hard for them especially on jungkook deciding on whether to continue whatever they have or just you know end it because of the kind of life he is living. Like I really really want to see how it wrecked him everytime to the point that he impulsively decided to fuck it, I have to save the love of life from me. *Ok, I take back what I said, I think I really am a sucker for angst. I am just indenial. Hahahaha!

Also, I really love and adore seeing oc's choice of clothes and their style because I love fashion and I love how a character's style explains so much of their character. That is one thing I love the most about visual media!!!! And I can say that whenever I picture oc in my mind, I could really understand how their wardrobe choices explains their personality. So I would say that I would choose spring and/ or autumn! Because oc should be able to wear skirts without freezing to death!! ok?! hahahaha kidding!

This is so fun! Thank you for the fun ride this year, Art! I am so looking forward for the next year together as a little school of angel fishes! Hahahaha! Again, happy holidays!

Love, ˚˖𓍢ִ໋🦢˚˚⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧⋆ ˚｡⋆

swan anonie! oh my gosh thank you for answering lil survey with so much kindness and enthusiasm 😭💞 i don’t even know what to say AAAAAAA i’ve just been smiling the whole time that i read your words :")

It is such a very Artemis way kind of writing but you just never fail to excite me on your million ways of using your words and weaving it into something that feels like it should be written in flower themed scented paper and to be sent to the love of your life.

oh i’m about to burst into tears??? my writing being described in such a pretty way makes me sooooo freaking happy 😭

It is you are transcripting jungkook's every hearbeat.

you know when physical books have one liner reviews on the back cover? if the in which series was a book i’d want this line to be there 🥺

I would say that you should be applauded and talked about on how you created such a complex character as oc. That is such an exceptional character, unique, and well thought out that many of us can see oc in different forms and shapes such as songs, things, people, and ideas.

i guess i’ve never really comprehended it that way T_T i got so surprised and overwhelmed when i began receiving so many asks talking about oc and how this and that reminded them of oc. i love you guys!! to think that i’ve created a character that is memorable in such a way 🥺 waaaaa

It feels like in a movie? It is like you know when an album is so good and resonates with a lot of people but they make it their own?

that is such a cool way to describe it :") THANK YOU

Because oc should be able to wear skirts without freezing to death!! ok?!

HELP 😭😭😭😭😭😭 #saveocfromwinter

something i also didn’t expect is for oc’s fashion to get attention bUT i’m so geeked about it because i love fashion LOL thank you so much for hyping oc (and jungkook) up and making me excited to write more for you guys 🥹💗

I am so looking forward for the next year together as a little school of angel fishes!

my angel fishes <333 i love you and i can’t wait for next year’s survey too hehehe. i hope you enjoy the rest of the holidays! stay safe and be happy always 🫂🎆

#…and angst you shall receive 🤧 #🦢 anon #art’s post office ☁️ #onlyswan year-end survey

[thevoidscreamer]

Happy WBW! ♥️ What's the section of worldbuilding that's your favorite? Feel free to gush about it or share something you've created!

Ooof sorry I missed this!

I am enamored with worldbuilding. The whole process is delicious and as a child I would compile binders full of histories, treaties, timelines, armor designs, common and royal fashion styles, maps, religions, and more, all based around a single scene idea in my mind that I will eventually build a whole story around. Nowadays, I have digitized almost everything and use Google docs for my current process, but I still have my very first completed 3-inch binder full of things for a story I came up with in 2006 (6th grade).

As a kid, I fully believed that the worlds i was building housed genuinely real people and I wished that someone could come in and tell every single possible life story held by the millions (in some cases, trillions) who lived there. I'm a little more logical/practical now, but I still feel that way, to a degree. Like, every person's story is important, even the fictional ones. But I don't have the energy or patience to channel and catalogue trillions of life stories. Though as I'm writing this, I wonder if I did a daily drabble of 100 - 1000 words for each person, if I might make a dent in that number before I die.

Most recently (2020-2022), I built out the Arachnapocalypse! Universe (in this case, just a timeline and some general ideas) so that a group of authors and I could write an anthology that takes place across the timeline in that universe, incorporating several different main characters, regions, groups, cultures, and technologies. I published it in 2022. I love the idea of people playing around in a universe I built. I want to do another one with a universe I've been building off and on since 2008, but it's so big I'm not sure if other authors would be able or even want to take the time to read through all the stuff I've written down for it. It's, like, warhammer big. The timeline spans several thousands of years and there's a pantheon of gods and a ton of mystical beings and demi-god types, and a whole mythology and several races that interact between multiple dimensions. If I was enough into linguistics, I would probably be at the "making languages" phase, but I have a lot more learning to do in that department before I go all Tolkien on it.

I also like building universes with other people -- my partner and I have a story concept in mind that we talk about someday converting into a series of novels. We talk about its magic system and social concepts on long drives.

All of that to say, worldbuilding is my favorite and there are definitely times when I enjoy it even more than the rest of the writing process.

I do not like making characters.

#writblr #writers on tumblr #worldbuilding

[latibvles]

jarring realization that i haven't actually haven't done a proper introduction post — no time like the present I suppose?

Anyways you can refer to me as either Poet or Lexi ( or any variation of those two nicknames, Poe, Lex, etc. ). I am nineteen years old ( as of June 2021, because I will no doubt forget to update this as I age so please feel free to do that math ) and go by any pronouns ( although I must ask if we are not close, please stick to she / they ). I'm currently in college pursuing a degree in english, with hopes of being an editor in the future. I've been writing since I was eleven years old and like to think I've gotten pretty good at it. This is my first time posting any work on Tumblr, despite being a reader of stories on here for quite some time.

I am a self-proclaimed "war boy enjoyer" — so you can safely assume I've watched Band of Brothers, The Pacific, and a few different films. Haven't gotten around to Generation Kill quite yet. Outside of period pieces, I enjoy tolkienverse, animanga, and thai dramas primarily. I also play a lot of Dungeons & Dragons and play a lot of video games ( and for all our sakes I am a Gemini, ENXP, and 8w7 ). I’ve got a puppy named Loki who likes to bite my hands to prevent me from writing, and I’m prone to impulse posting AUs at 3am because all of my friends are enablers (affectionate).

My pride and joy, my current focus work is Sad, Beautiful, Tragic, which you can read here on Tumblr and here on AO3. It’s sister work and some extra fun bits are also posted on my AO3. I’ve also got an OC Masterlist here featuring some OCs from my next work, With A Fighting Heart, which I am quite fond of. They’ve got their respective tags if you’d like to read about them too.

SOME USEFUL TAGS

" poet's think thoughts " — alternatively titled "the poet screams into the void and now you must all listen." this is first and foremost a place of safety and comfort, as my url suggests. also just

" poet's mail box " — anything from my inbox goes here including answers to games & writing challenges

" poe's pals " — anything from friends / mutuals goes here

" poet's notepad " — i try to update this fairly regularly with whatever drabbles / ficlets i’ve written which aren’t apart of the main fic

“ poet’s secret friends ” — my anon tag, for those of you who are a little too shy to say hello, but I love you anyway

“ hi pretty boy ” — gifsets of my favorite war boys ( so .. a lot of ron + dick + some snafu sprinkled in there too ) alternatively, for my favorite women — try “ hi pretty girl ”

SOME FIC RECS alternatively titled "what is getting Poet through the semester?" complete with AO3 / masterlist links (and their tumblrs, if I have it) — can also be found under #fic recs

The Names We Call Upon by TysMisadventures ; for my Dragon Age enjoyers. I am Elera's number one fan and also her wife. If Solas won't make a move I WILL! Also I love a good Modern AU.

A Garden In Bloom by Arlana ; it has Hanahaki and Medieval AU in Haikyuu. Also the first AO3 fic I ever read and life just hasn't been the same since. I love princes falling in love.

Fire on Fire by liebgotts-lovergirl ( @liebgotts-lovergirl ) ; I am going to war for Alix Martinelli. If she asked me to jump I would ask how high. I am her number one fan.

The Darkening Sky by MercuryGray ( @mercurygray ) ; If you see me crying over Annie Sutton in a public restroom no you don't. I'm cheering Joan Warren on with pom-poms whenever she does anything ever. I am her ride or die forever.

Barren Soul by softspeirs ( @softspeirs ) ; If Kat Gray has million numbers of fan i am one of them . if Kat Gray has ten fans i am one of them. if Kat Gray has only one fan that is me . if Kat Gray has no fans, that means i am dead . if world is against the Kat Gray, i am against the world.

as spring makes promises outside by shoshiwrites ( @shoshiwrites ) ; shoshi will write an au and I will think about it for the next month and a half and that’s not even a joke. anyways flower shops and joe toye and jo brandt will save 2022 and if you disagree argue with your momma.

#introductory post #poet’s think thoughts #band of brothers #fic recs #helpful links #poet’s intro

[spiteless-xo]

hi tiff!! (i always get the overwhelming urge to call you tiffie/tiffae for some reason)

basically, i got crossed a few weeks ago (and i started writing a random porco drabble/has the make of a fic) and i wanted to ask if you've ever been especially motivated to write while you were inebriated?

tbh, i don't think i'm going to post it bc i'm incredibly rusty (i haven't written fics since i was a hardcore one direction stan) but i was so motivated and now it's just sitting in my notes app LOL

🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼 also i'm sorry you've got the tuesday scaries. no matter what comes of the new chapter, i will love it regardless!! if tbaw has a million fans, i am one of them.

if tbaw has only one fan, it's me. if tbaw has no fans, then i'm dead.

🥞🫶🏼

hehehe you can call me whatever you want bb 🥰

i always get so crazy motivated to write when i'm drunk!! idk what it is, maybe my mind wanders more easily after i've had a few drinks or something? idk but i always get such crazy ideas that i get really really excited about!!

if you ever decide to post it plz let me know!! i'd love to check it out and i'm certain that it's not as bad as you think it is lol i started writing at the end of last year randomly after having not written in yeaaaarsss and look at me now 🤷‍♀️

and tytyty love u so much 🥺 my period is starting soon so i think i'm just overly sensitive and emotional rn and im a lil stressed out w work and and and 💀 im going on a hiking trip this weekend so im hoping the fresh air will help reset me back to normal!

#tiff.ask #moot.porcofucker🥞

[parkerlyn]

Hi all!

I'll save the gushing for below the cut, but ahhh one year of this game!! Thank you a million times over for your support 💚💛💙💜 I'd love to hear from y'all if you have any questions about The Nameless, or things you like about the game or characters or any thoughts or memes you'd like to share 👀

I'm still working on the game POV specials unfortunately aksjdsk but in regards to other words...we did it! (JUST BARELY)

30k complete over the past month! Granted, I did count some drabbles as part of this too, but it was still about 25k words into Chapter 4! And I am very very excited to continue more of the main story soon.

And to continue celebrating, a new little surprise...

A bonus content hub! Since tumblr tends to be a Webbed Site when it comes to search, I've started to compile the longer drabbles that have been published here into a Twine portal. This allows you to set your MC name, pronouns, and sheevra type, as well as the RO pronouns when reading!

Still working on sorting through my archive and adding potential drabbles and small edits, but wanted to push this live as a little thank you. 🥰 This will continue to be updated as new drabbles are written.

Check it out here!

(pspsps it's also @attollogame's anniversary go send them some love if you haven't already. And if you have send more 👀We...may or may not be working on a collab sysba/oisein piece thanks to those touch prompts and an excellent anon ajdfkaslj)

Thank you so much again and hope you enjoy!!

xoxo Parker

Okay a tiny bit more gushing-

I'm a broken record of being cheesy and over the top and I know I get quiet or just kind of disappear in and out interactivity wise. But all the authors and readers of the IF community have been absolutely wonderful to share this world and story and characters with, and it's become such an integral part of my life. So thank you for continuing to stick with me (and for your patience as I know I'm particularly slow).

Every comment and message and anything is so wonderful, especially when I have those dips and doubts around this story and my writing. I'll never be able to express how much I appreciate that, and I'm so thankful to have y'all along!

So thank you thank you thank you times a billion. And here's to continuing this adventure! ❤️❤️❤️

#the nameless #tnif #interactive fiction #interactive novel #twine #twine game #itch.io #bonus content #romance #fantasy

[grogusmum]

Tumblr Writers Q&A

Thanks for tagging me @chaoticgeminate 💚

I did this one about a month ago, but some answers are new so I'm gonna do it again!

1) How many complete fics/one-shots do you have that you have not published (yet)? None. I only sat on one that was really close to being finished, because I wasn't sure if I'd ever share it... but I post them when they are "done".

2) How many WIPS do you have right now? I have 2 open series that have varying stages of next chapter progress... and I have a Frankie one-shot and a first attempt at a Whiskey one-shot, a new Grogu In Which sitting in my docs so... 5

3) Do you take writing requests or write original ideas, or both? I would do both. I have twice since the last time I did a Q&A like this so thank you to @writeforfandoms and of course, you Kelly!! 💚but overall I don't get requests so really it's original ideas. I am open to them though.

4) If you do take requests, how many do you currently have? 0

5) How many fandoms do you write for? One, it's all Pedro Pascal characters with an offshoot of it, Grogu pov fics

6) Are there any fandoms you wrote for in the past that you no longer write for? I've never really written fic before starting a year ago. As close as I get, is what I guess at the time I called parody (maybe some would define it as fic) it was a mash-up of time/dimension travelers with Jack Skellington, it was a 100-page novella, for a themed Halloween party invitation ... the other was an OC insert, Indiana Jones short film script. one was a million years ago the other was a gazillion years ago.

7) Do you write for ships, reader inserts or other? Reader inserts. The occasional OC.

8) Niche fandoms/characters you write for? I'm not sure... like I write a fair amount of fantastical characters like selkies, merlings, hedge witches... if that's what that means...

9) Do you read fics as well as write them? You bet!

10) What is your favorite genre to write for? Romance, hurt/comfort, ffflllloooofff, is the internal monologue of nonverbal characters a genre?

11) What is your favorite trope (to read/write)? I write lots of idiots in love... is that a trope? For reading though, my favorite is fluffy slow burn friends to lovers... against my will, I've become a fan of sex pollen, a/b/o, monsterfucking... what have yall done to me? And you know who you are!! Making me fall for your monster maxes, your minotaur jacks, naga oberyns, oh and the Alpha Dins and Frankies and wookies, and I do not know what all is next! (by the way thank you and keep up the good work)

12) What do you do to get motivated to write? Watching the source material mostly. I have music and sometimes I put moodboards together

13) Is there a trope/genre you like to read, but not write? The aforementioned a/b/o, sex pollen, and monsterfucking for sure. I leave the smut in far more capable hands.

14) Any characters/fandoms you want to write for that are never requested? Again I don't get requests, really. I have the very beginning of a Jack Daniels fic, and I want to write a Javi Gutierrez fic... I can see myself falling into the Dieter pit too

15) How long have you been writing fanfiction? A year on March 16th.

16) Did you read fan fiction before you started writing? Like a month before hahaha (I still don't really know how all this happened)

17) Do you only post on Tumblr, or any other sites as well? Only tumblr

18) What do you personally consider the word counts of "Drabble", "One shots" and "fics"? Drabbles are around 500-700 words. One-shots are anything that isn’t multi-chapter and can include drabbles. Fic is all.

19) Which do you prefer to write more? HC, drabbles, oneshots/fics, multi chapter stories, other? um... a lot of my one-shots grow. I think I should probably stick with one-shots though.

20) Are there any stories you have discontinued? If so, why? No. If they haven't been updated I may be stuck but they are not abandoned.

21) What is one of your main "pet-peeves" as a writer on Tumblr? The anon hate for sure, and non-smut struggling for space at least it's a problem in this fandom (Reminder as previously mentioned, I read smut, I like it very much.) Some of the anon hate is directed at writers who don't write smut telling them there's no point to their fics without it... smh And although I know some people lurk or like for reasons, I do with there was more engagement, it's going way down and it is truly a bummer.

22) Do you write a particular time of day? Anytime the mood strikes really, but early morning is pretty quiet at my house so that is when I will write.

23) Do you listen to music, ambiance/noise, etc to write or do you need silence? Quiet is good, but I do have playlists for some of my fics to set the right vibe. Sometimes nature sounds like the ocean etc.

24) Do you outline your fics at all before writing? Hahaha that implies planning! Bold as brass!

25) Do you post your writing as soon as you finish it, or do you schedule it to come out at a specific time/day? Nope, those babies get pushed out of the nest as soon as they are ready.

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let's see tagging with no pressure and a request to start a new post if you partake💚Also if you are a writer and you'd like a chance total about your writing and you haven't been tagged- TAG YOU'RE IT (and tag me so I can read it)

@insomniamamma @writeforfandoms @honestly-shite @katareyoudrilling @clydesducktape @novemberrain221 @sprout-fics

#tumblr writer q&a #q&a #fic writer stuff

[caramelpenguin]

Melizabeth Week, Day 4: Broken/Salvation

I'm around half-an-hour late, sorry!

This is a drabble a wrote ages ago when I wasn't in a great mood (and needed to vent), so I'm not exactly sure what it is😭 I've kindaa edited it since then and changed bits and bobs, but it's not the best...

It's still something, though! :)

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She dies

he lives

And, he's glad he is suffering.

(because she shouldn't suffer for his sake)

So he lives, roaming across Britannia

(meeting her each time)

There's laughter and joy and love, especially in the form of a silver-haired girl with that same soft smile and the same compassion and the same empathy etched into her heart.

(she's different each time, yet so so so similar that his heart cracks upon each meeting)

he wonders why-why he's still on this cursed planet

(the planet is not cursed. It is just them. Them against the world)

Every time, he tries to ensure she lives as long as she possibly can. But she can't.

(stupid, stupid curse)

the goddess side surges, she remembers. Those loving, cerulean orbs burn as thousands of years of memories flood her mind, and they both cry for the sake of love. Because, really, should love be this heart-wrenching?

(yes)

(their love, yes. Always yes. They'd defy the world for the other.)

Three days. Seventy-two hours. It rushes by in what seems like twenty minutes. They exchange promises, broken kisses and repeat three tender words over a million times, though they both know those three tender words can barely begin to describe what is between them, what entwines their souls.

Then she's gone. Her spirit continues.

(It's just him. Again)

(He wishes, painfully, that they could die together, peacefully, happily, in each other's arms.)

He roams across Britannia, wondering what his purpose is.

(Her.)

(His purpose is her. He needs to remind himself.)

(And to find a way to break the stupid, stupid curse)

He meets her again, and the world is blissful and happy and, oh, how he wishes life was this simple.

(Not for them. Never for them).

She is all he desires. If the world were kind, they'd be living together with children and a comfortable home. But the world is dark and cruel, and they are subjects to this vicious torment. He won't forget how he betrayed his clan in the first place, how their first meeting as children of two gods resulted in living like this.

(after all, the world loves to torture them)

How falling in love triggered his life, yet it triggered this curse, and he wonders if it was all written in the stars as if destiny was aware of their tragic fate.

He's Meliodas, and she's Elizabeth.

This. This is their story.

But it's not a story. Stories require a happy ending, one where people smile and laugh because their suffering has all been worth it, and these two have not found theirs.

They are in love. Love so deep that majestic flames devour their hearts and scorch them whole.

And they are cursed.

(They are cursed because they are in love)

His life continues endlessly, and Elizabeth won't stop dying,

but there's hope each time. His heart bursts each time.

Elizabeth is his hope.

(their promise is his motivation)

He will never not remember. He will never not be haunted by memories. He will never not get used to this pain.

He's changed. He's learnt.

Life is hard.

So very, very hard. Harder than ever before.

But he's somehow alive

(for her. Only for her.)

so he will live.

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#melizabethweek #idk what this is #but oh well #caramelsnntwriting #our boi is broken #melizabeth #meliodas nanatsu no taizai #elizabeth nanatasu no taizai #otp #caramelswriting

[sineala]

i feel like you might have answered this before (and i'm sorry if you did) but is it okay to ask when did you start writing fics? i've been trying on and off for the past three years but i still hate my writing very much and i don't know if this is a temporary thing that might go away if i keep writing. did you face anything like this when you started?

If it makes you feel better, I am pretty sure this is a thing that literally everyone goes through. 

There’s a quotation from Ira Glass about this very thing, that I really like -- you can see it here and someone has even made an animation of it. The basic point of it is that he says there’s what he calls a “taste gap” in any kind of creative work. When you start out, you’re not going to be very good at what you’re doing, because you don’t have a lot of experience at it -- but the thing is, you still have great taste. So you can read all these stories that you really love and be frustrated as hell by the fact that you can tell you’re not good enough yet to write your story the way you want to write it. And the way to fix it is to write. A lot. You should definitely read the quotation because he says it all a lot better than I am.

I certainly went through this. I mean, I loved to tell stories my whole life but I never actually figured out how to even finish a story that was longer than a drabble until maybe ten years ago, and even then it wasn’t all that great. (And the fic I didn’t finish was even worse. You should be glad that my Gambit/Iceman post-Antarctica h/c songfic is not on the internet.) And since then I’ve written about two and a half million words of fic. In a decade. I’m not going to say it’s all equally good, but I’m pretty sure I’m better than I was when I started, because every story gave me more practice. I learned how to write better plots, how to write better dialogue, how to be descriptive, how to capture characterization, how to not use epithets, how to handle POV better, just by doing it all over and over and over again and getting better at it every time. Also getting good betas and getting feedback from them helped. (If your problem is something like grammar or spelling, getting a good beta definitely helps.)

I’m not going to say I’m the world’s best writer or anything, but I think now I’m at the point where if I think of an idea I can be confident that I will be able to write it in a way that makes me happy, rather than immediately thinking, “Oh, man, that would be a great story, I can’t do that justice.” And I got that way because of a lot of practice. And even so there are still definitely stories I read now and I’m like, “Holy shit, I will never be that good in a million years,” and then I try to tell myself that they write their stories the way they write them and they would not write my stories the way I write them because we are all different people and we can only tell our own stories.

So if you don’t like your fic, I understand how that feels and I have been there. (About 80% of the way through any story I am writing, my brain invariably decides it is terrible. Even now. I think it’s just a brain thing.) But I think the only way to get better is to just write as much as you can, even if you think your writing sucks, because that’s really the only way to get better. So, yeah, keep writing! Hang in there!

#Anonymous #replies