#also got some messages for writing requests even though I'm not a writer????

[jinouchibhue]

Logged into my old tumblr account because I'm trying to delete accounts I'm not using and anyway I logged into this account and I see anon that says "i know you're sending those anons by the way" and it was four months ago. I have no idea what this is about lmaooooo

#pretty sure I was busy literally dying months ago #also got some messages for writing requests even though I'm not a writer???? #sorry to that person if you're reading this? #anyway there's just something that won't let me delete my old Tumblr accounts it's the only proof I have that I was on here before 2013 lmao #jinouchi.txt

[paigestrap]

the surprise

anon requested

paige x fem!reader

warnings: smut (minors dni), lingerie, swearing

~3k words

summary:

you plan a surprise for paige but it gets ruined when she flakes to hang out with her teammates. realizing her mistake, she makes it up to you.

enjoy yall i made this instead of writing my 15 page essay 😵😵😵

you were so excited...

you had planned a surprise date with p for the entire day, it was your way of thanking her for the many amazing dates she would take u on and you couldn’t wait to spend the entire day with her. it was one of her days off and she had told you yesterday that she was super excited to spend the entire day with you. unfortunately, your plans and day were ruined when she had texted you this afternoon.

p: hey baby ik i said id hang out with u today but ice and kk have been begging me all day to do something with them do u mind if i go see a movie with them and then get food? i promise i'm all yours tonight ;)

fuck. your stomach dropped and suddenly all your excitement for your plans faded away. you didn’t know what to say to her, you really wanted to spend this time with her and you had made a big effort planning this surprise for her but you didn’t want her to feel like she couldn’t spend time with her friends.

but you were also kind of… mad? it hurt you that even though she spends all her time with her teammates and sees them at practice almost everyday she would rather spend her free time with them than with you. it may have been a toxic mindset but it still bothered you. you decided to go with a passive aggressive response.

you: sure, see u later.

you sighed as you collected yourself, putting away the groceries you bought to make her dinner. and filling up a vase with water for the roses whose pedals you had planned to sprinkle in the bath after dinner. you hang your newly purchased lingerie set in the closet, feeling silly for going out of your way to do all this just to be let down. you changed into pajamas and threw a frozen meal in the microwave, preparing yourself for a day full of sulking and watching reality tv.

you saw that paige had responded to your message, but you turned your phone off, not wanting to respond to her. you sat in front of the tv and put on some shitty show while you pulled out your laptop to do some homework (aka what the writer of this fic should be doing right now instead of writing this 😭). at some point you drift off to sleep.

knock.

u woke with a start, not even realizing you had fallen asleep or how much time had gone by, getting up to answer your door.

it was your girlfriend with a look of worry and annoyance, soaking wet and panting at your doorstep.

“why haven’t you been responding? i called u three times and texted you a bunch???” she questioned you, the worry had mostly faded into annoyance as she realized you were perfectly fine.

“oh, sorry i haven’t been on my phone, i guess i fell asleep” you answered to your very unsatisfied looking girlfriend.

“you can’t just send me some passive aggressive text and then ignore me for two hours. that’s unfair babe, you’d be so upset if i did that to u” she said, exasperated. she was clearly upset with you, but you didn’t care to be honest because you were also upset. you decided then you should tell her how you feel.

“it’s not fair that on your day off you decide to spend time with the teammates you see everyday instead of your girlfriend who you can barely make time to see as is. i understand they’re your best friends and spending time with them is important to you but i was so excited to spend the day with you i even planned a surprise for you and i was just feeling really neglected,” you watch as her expression softens. she walks in, and gives you a hug and kisses your head. you hate to admit it but her display of affection and attention made you feel a lot better.

“you’re absolutely right, baby. i was a dick for that. i had a feeling you were hurt by the way you responded. i just got really worried when you were ignoring me and shit i literally left in the middle of the movie and ran here in the rain” she admits to you, still holding you and running her hand up and down your back. “i didn’t know you had something planned for us. i’m so sorry you must’ve been so disappointed and upset i know that’s how i would’ve felt so i’m so sorry i made you feel that way”

you move to look up into her eyes, sincerity plastered on her face, and your annoyance and anger towards her began to fade away. “it’s okay, you didn’t know that i had planned something for us and i was just being petty. i should’ve told u that i was bothered so it’s my fault for not being honest with you. i was just hurt,” knowing that all it took for you to feel better was admitting how you felt and her apologizing made you feel silly for ignoring her earlier in the day. this could’ve all been avoided if you had just told her how you felt.

“its okay baby i understand. if i'm not too late, id like to make it up to you. what was it that you had planned?” she smiled at you, still holding you in her arms.

“well, i was going to cook you dinner, and then i bought all these roses so we could take a romantic bath together and then, well, i had another surprise for later” you start to blush, remembering the set hanging in your closet that you bought with her in mind. you hide your shy smile by burying your face into her chest.

“oh yeah? what’s that, do i still get that surprise too?” she grinned mischievously, clearly understanding the nature of your last surprise,

“i haven’t decided yet, let’s first see if you can make it up to me,” you joke with her, knowing in the back of your head that the night would end with the set on your body and paige inside you.

“fair enough,” she laughed, also seeming to know the future. “can i help you cook at least? what’s on the menu?” finally breaking the embrace she makes her way to the fridge to look at what you had bought to make dinner.

“i was just gonna make spaghetti and meatballs, you can start the noodles if you want and i can start with the other stuff.” you walk towards her, planting a kiss on her lips, “thank you for coming, P. i love you.”

she smiles and kisses you again, cupping your cheeks in her hands and looking at you endearingly “of course, my sweet girl, i’m excited to spend tonight with you. especially for whatever you have planned at the end of it” she winks and playfully slaps your ass, heading for the cabinet where the pots are to start the water. you bite your lips and blush, knowing what’s in store.

dinner preparation goes smoothly for the most part. other than the two times you stopped for a make out sesh, and paige’s incessant comments about how hot you looked while cooking her dinner. she really knew exactly how to rile you up and it was so infuriating and sexy at the same time.

you are so worked up by paige’s advances and endless flirting that you can barely think at all once you set the table and finally sit down to eat. she knows the effect she’s having on you and that only fuels her more. “you’re so fucking cute when you’re worked up, just wanna make u like this all the time”

“you are beyond annoying paige, seriously, do u enjoy making me suffer?”

“yes,” she deadpans, staring at you with a look that practically undresses you on its own. you cross your legs, feeling the heat in between your legs increasing. if paige notices she doesn’t say anything, and you enjoy the rest of your meal together without anymore teasing.

when dinner is over she insists on cleaning up the mess and even though you try to object she shoos you away. you head into your room with the roses to draw the bath. your stomach stirs knowing you and her will be in it together soon. you add the bath salts, leaving it smelling amazing in the bathroom, and slowly and carefully drop the pedals into the water, desire seeming to rise with each pedal you drop. you finally light a few candles you had brought in the bathroom and turn off the lights.

as if on cue, paige enters the bathroom. looking around the room and then at you. “this is adorable baby. i love it. thank you so much for doing this for me.” she walks over to u and plants a kiss on your lips, her hands meeting either side of your waist as she looks in your eyes. your heart melts.

you break away from her and begin to undress, and her eyes never move from you as you take each piece of clothing off. her piercing stare making the color of your cheeks pink. once fully undressed you make your way into the bath, the hot water shocking your skin and not helping your growing desire for the blonde girl whose gaze was still fixed on you. you look at her, wanting her to join you so you can finally touch her. she understands and undresses as well smirking at you as you stare shyly at her beautiful body.

“like what you see?” she teases you as she pulls her final layers off, her naked body on full display in front of you.

“i’d like it a lot better if you were in here with me, hurry up” you say impatiently, wanting to touch her so badly. she finally joins you, scooting to the back and leaning on the bath walls, opening her legs so you can lay in between them. you allow her body to engulf yours as you lay the back of your head on her chest, savoring every inch of her skin that’s in contact with yours.

“you’re so pretty baby, can’t believe you’re all mine” she moves your hair away from your neck and places soft kisses along it, trailing down to your shoulder. soft whimpers leave your mouth as your body reacts to her touch, each kiss intensifying the desire that's been brewing all night. "have i made it up to you yet baby?" she whispers in your ear.

your brain goes fuzzy, barely able to think with her sinful lips and voice in your ear, "i'm not sure, i think there might be something else you could do to make it up to me" you try to tease her, but your voice betrays you as it comes out breathless and in between moans.

she laughs, and then whispers again in a low and seductive voice "oh yeah? whats that baby? tell me" she ghosts her finger around your nipple with one hand, and traces circles around the sensitive parts of your stomach, all while continuing to kiss your neck. you are fully gone at this point, shamelessly whining while she works you into total submission.

"cant. not right now. the last surprise. still need to show you." you are so worked up and words are not coming easy at all. you desperately want to get out of the bath and into your set so she can fuck you senseless in bed.

“okay baby, we can get out now. wanna go get that surprise ready?” she puts her hands on your shoulder and stops kissing your neck, you let out a whine at the absence of her touch, but find yourself slowly coming back to reality.

“yes, you wait in here and drain the water and i’ll let you know when you can come in” you say, making your way out of the bath and wrapping a towel around your figure. she nods and pulls the drain while getting out of the bath.

once in your room with the bathroom door shut, you make your way over to your closet and pull out the set you bought. it’s a light purple babydoll slip dress and a matching thong, there’s a bow in the bra part that can be untied to uncover your tits. you bite your lip as you feel your pussy get wet just thinking about her reaction. slowly, you put it on, making sure everything is in order and the bow is pretty for her, even though you know it won’t be tied for long.

“okay. you can come out now, i’m ready” you stand awkwardly, impatiently awaiting her presence and reaction to you. she opens the door and her mouth drops as soon as her eyes meet you. she stands there for a while, unable to say or do anything in awe of you.

“you’re amazing” she says, eyes running you up and down as she takes you in. she is star struck.

“come here and touch me please. make up for today” you whine, feeling so small under her gaze and so needy for her touch. she walks over to you, fingers touching all over you as she gazes at you perplexed.

“so fucking beautiful, all for me” she whispers, one hand cupping your cheek and another snaking its way down your back to grab your ass. her hand moves to the bow covering your chest, and slowly, she pulls the cloth until it unravels and your tits are on full display for her. she shamelessly stares at them, fondling one in her hand and running her thumb around your nipple, eliciting the most obscene noises from you as she does so. "your tits are a masterpiece, cant believe theyre all mine," she admits. both of her hands grip your thighs as she hoists you into her arms and lays you down on the bed, fully on top of you. "want me to fuck you in this baby? is that what you want?" she asks you, hands running up and down your thighs.

"yes. paige. oh my god please." you beg, laying all your desires out in front of her as you let her take full control. she kisses you passionately, hands traveling the expanse of your body and touching you in all of your most sensitive spots.

"so worked up for me huh? tell me how i can make it up to you baby, i'll do whatever you say", she says in a low voice in between kisses, hands traveling dangerously close to the place you need them most as she plays with the band of your panties.

"please fuck me paige, i need you in me right now" you beg, barely holding it together. her hands grab your underwear and she pulls them off of you, leaving your wet and throbbing pussy on full display. her fingers slide in between your folds, rubbing your clit and feeling your wetness.

"youre soaking baby, all because of me yeah? im gonna fuck you so good my sweet girl, make you forget all about what happened" you can barely hear her lude remarks as she rubs your clit. you fear you wont last long with how good her fingers are making you feel.

she slips two fingers in you, your wetness allowing them entrance with ease, she curls her fingers in you as your walls clench around them, touching your sensitive spot as she does so. your hips rut in reaction and moan her name loudly as she rakes in and out of you, "thats my good girl, so fucking loud for me," her pace quickens as she feels you tightening up against her. she knows youre close and is making no effort to prolong your orgasm, wanting to make you feel as good as possible. she moves her thumb to rub up and down against your clit, increasing the sensation as your body reacts to both points of contact.

you were so close, your body in her full control and needing release. "paige. please, faster. im gonna come" you plead. she moves right next to you and sucks on your neck while speeding up her pace inside of you,

"anything for you baby, you can come for me, i love you so much." she whispers, pace quickening as her fingers travel deeper inside of you .

her voice in your ear telling you to come is all you need to send you over the edge. you moan her name as you orgasm and she continues whispering, "so so good, all mine, love how you feel when you come. you look so beautiful right now baby" she slows her pace as you ride out your orgasm, kissing your neck as she continues talking you through it.

as you feel the waves of pleasure subside and you start to come back to your senses, you kiss her for a long time, whimpering in her mouth at the same time. she slowly pulls her fingers out of you, pushing them in your mouth as you lick up your mess. she lays down next to you, holding you in her arms.

"yeah. you definitely made it up to me" you say looking at her and pecking her lips.

"oh, there's more where that came from. i'm all yours tonight baby." she smiles, hand cupping your cheek as she kisses you lovingly.

it was going to be a long night.

#hope yall enjoy #please gas me up or ill delete this #paige bueckers #paige bueckers headcannons #paige bueckers smut #paige bueckers x reader #paige #smut #wlw smut #wlw #uconn wbb #uconn huskies #wlw post #paige bueckers x reader smut #paige bueckers gf

[amethystfairy1]

✨Hello hello!✨

I'm Amethyst (she/her), and I'm your local fanfic gremlin. I've written a lot for a lot of fandoms, right now I am caught in the Hermit/Traffic/Empires brainrot, and if that's how you've ended up here, welcome welcome!

Right now, I have two WIP AUs!

Through the Sky-Blue Cracks 🌤️

My Hot Guy/Cute Guy, Over-City/Under-City AU that has a lot more going on in it now, it's grown pretty big and is organized in chronological order, not by publishing order, so I write up and down on the timeline filling in parts and pieces as I go!

TTSBC takes place in a modern/slightly sci-fi AU with superheroes, biotech, secrets to hide, trauma to unpack, and as much humor as I can attempt to fit in as well!

Features the local superheroes crushing on each other, anxious writer meets intrepid reporter, the drama professors who can't keep their hands to themselves, penpals gone wild, resident middle-aged married couple who happen to be a mobster and a mad genius, the local cottagecore lesbians, bad boy butterfly and cat lady, protective big sister, Zom-Mom and Sentient Glowstick, a very tired Guy-in-the-Chair with a permanent headache, and more yet to be added! I've got lots of plans left for this AU, so if you're interested, please come check it out!

Tags for the AU are:

#through the sky blue cracks

#ttsbc au

#ttsbc ficlets

Traveling Thieves 🪽

My dark fantasy AU! This one has some heavy themes going on, so I'd encourage reading the tags carefully before jumping in! I'm very proud of how it is turning out, dealing with breaking out conditioned headspaces, survival in a sick system, negotiating power imbalance, the power of friendship (no, really), and of course we've got elves, mercenaries, magic, swords, sorcery, rogues, redstone, and lots more fun stuff like that! Also lots of adorable birbs, one traumatized fiery boy, a mer with an attitude, a good doggo, and hurt/comfort galore! Giving everyone a chance to believe that they've all got a shot at getting lucky.

Tags for the AU are:

#traveling thieves au

#traveling thieves ficlets

Amethysts Scribbling Corner 📝

A little side project of mine to try and stretch my writing style!

Once in awhile, I will be running a poll with prompts that have been sent in via reblogs, replies, asks, and messages! Please send some in if you have any ideas!

Whatever prompt wins the poll, I will write and add to the series!

They can be as broad as a simple one-word prompt, or you can even give a brief description of a couple of sentences! Last thing: Feel free to request where you want the fic to take place! Especially when we're talking Hermit/Traffic/Empires stuff, if you want it to be within the Minecraft server world of that specific series, within a certain one of the Life Series, a modern AU, a fantasy AU, or even TTSBC or Traveling Thieves if you have ideas for them! Just know that if anything requested for TTSBC or Traveling Thieves contradicts or maybe overlaps with any future plans for those AUs, I might not be able to accept them 😓

As far as rules go...I do not write NSFW. I am happy to write romance and let things get a little spicy 🔥 but keep in mind I'll always end up fading to black...also no heavy gore, violence, body horror, things of that nature. I am very much a fan of writing whump and hurt/comfort though, so please send those ideas my way!

Tags for the series are:

#amethysts scribbling corner

I think that's all that going on with me right now...so yeah! I use this blog for my scribbling corner prompts as well as asks about any of my AUs or writing projects! I love getting the chance to ramble about my worldbuilding, so by all means, give me an excuse and I will make entire posts about that sort of thing!

Thanks for coming by! 💖

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[arcaneroses]

Tighnari x Gn!Reader

The forests love letter

Sypnosis: You find a anymous letter addressed to you, and your heart-throb of a superior Tighnari who usually knows everything seems to be acting very suspicious about said letter...

You stare at the letter addressed to you, the damn bird had delivered it to you this morning. You don't usually get letters from anyone other than your fellow forest rangers, and even that was few and a far between. Odd.

Even more odd was the contents of the letter, it had been written with such care but you could see that the writer had a bit of a shaky and at times too strong of a grip when writing to you.

There was a pressed flower inside, a beatiful lotus that could be found in most nearby rivers but this one had a unusual coloring. It was pressed in the spot where someone would usually sign their letter.

Tighnari would love this, I have to show him. You thought when looking at the flower.

The letter. It was a request, to meet in the dead of night near the Statue of the Seven. The writer had written that they had something to tell you, though you couldn't really understand what exactly.

Why was this so mysterious? You had a hard time wrapping your head around it. You needed more opinions.

"Collei!" You call out to your friend, the young girl looks over at you and hurries over when you invite her over. "What's up Y/n?" Collei asked with a chipper tone, you were glad the younger trainee was seemingly better today.

Tighnari and all the forest rangers, you included, were always worried about the girls illness. "I got this letter, but it's..Arg, see for yourself."

“O-okay? Let's see.."

Collei scoots closer, craning her neck a little to try to get a glimpse of the handwriting.

"Wow this is really pretty, I wish I had the skill to make something like this." The green-haired girl gasps, "Um, the message is kind of vague though. I would think twice before-..Wait! I recognize this writing style." Collei's eyes widen in realization.

"You do?! Who is it?"

"Aa!" Collei yelps, embarrassment coloring her cheeks. "Uh! No one! I-I saw wrong, whats that? I'm being called to a super urgent task that need to be done NOW?" Collei starts backing away, smiling like crazy.

"Sorry Y/n, I have to go. But it seems like you just have to face this head on, you got this!" Collei waves goodbye before fleeing the scene. Leaving you utterly and completely dumbfounded.

"Okay, that was also, very weird." You said to yourself.

Maybe if Collei couldn't help, Tighnari could. Your boss was always very knowledgeable when it came to..pretty much everything. He would know...

"I don't have any idea what that is about." Tighnari concluded after only a short look at the letter. "What!? But Tighnari you have to know, you're my last hope!" You wailed, helplessly throwing your arms in the air. To show how much in distress you were.

"Y/n, I am honored you think so highly of me to come ask for..advice. But my area of expertise lies in botany and the rainforest, not some..letter." Tighnari’s sighed and his ears twitched.

"Did you ask anyone else?" Tighnari inquired and turned around to start sorting his shelves of stuff. Leaving you to look at his back and pretty tail.

"I did ask Collei, but she just told me that 'You have to face this head on! You got his!" You told him, basically kicking rocks in your mind.

"Well, do that then. Figure out what you want to do about it and do it. There really isn't much more to it." You could feel Tighnari’s eyes rolling at you, like they often times would.

"Hm, okay. Maybe you're right.." You hum, taking your friends advice and trying to think things through.

Tighnari takes the chance to get a quick sideways glance to where you stand and rub at your chin thoughtfully.

There’s a crease in between your eyebrows; maybe you're confused again. In Tighnari’s stomach, a weird tumbling, giddy feeling is lurching around.

"Uhm..I, hm..." You mumble deep in thought. Tighnari smiles a little helplessly at you. The forest watcher honestly thinks you look so fucking hot and somehow adorable right at that moment.

"Whoever it is, I suppose I have to meet them. It seems urgent..right?" You finally come to a conclusion,

"Oh! Ah, yes. It does seem..urgent. You should definitely meet them, if that is what you want Y/n." Tighnari nods affirmative, you note that he seemed to have been also deep in thought.

“What do you think they want to ask you?” Tighnari asks. And that gets your attention immediately.

Determined, he sits up and grabs you by the wrist. Your skin tingling at the contact Tighnari’s slender and warm fingers.(does the dude use handlotion??) “Do you think they want to be your..partner?”

"I, I don't know, probably not? Haha, who would want that from me?" Your words stumble out nervously, you hope that he couldn’t feel your quickening heart.

"Y/n anyone would be so lucky to have you." He looks into your eyes with such determination of something deep, something you couldn't understand. He brings himself closer until the two of you are now facing each other. You can feel his breath on your face.

Then, suddenly Tighnari pulls away. Letting go of your hand, "I-..Hopefully whatever you find will be satisfying for you. Y/n."

And so you wait, you watch as the sun sets on the horizon and the moon takes it's place.

You walk along the grassy path, steering clear of the lurking shadows of night and staying in the light that the moon provided. Until you reach you destination.

"Hi Tighnari." Your smile reaches your ears, "This wasn't a surprise, was it?" Tighnari scratches the back of his ear sheepishly.

"Not after today, no." You laugh softly, "After what you said, I started thinking. I do hope that the stranger that invited me here to be my partner." You step close to him, he has shed out of his day wear.

Now only wearing a light purple nightgown that seems too light for the cool breeze running through the forest at night.

He looks so beautiful, the moon crowning his head. The soft intricate patterned clothing, making him seem so much more vulnerable than you have ever seen him.

"And it's because I want that stranger to be my partner." You let out a satisfied sigh. Both of you suddenly feeling very warm despite the previous breeze.

"That stranger is if you'll have him."

#genshin x reader #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #tighnari #genshin tighnari #tighnari x reader

[stedefxckingbonnet]

So this is gonna be entirely too much info but like. I've fallen into reading your reader x Izzy fics and I LOVE them! I've been going through a hard time with it getting to Christmas and having no family, and the Izzy fics just make me feel lighter. So mostly just thank you thank you thank you!

Now the cheeky bit - is there any way we could get a Male reader x Izzy with a pride and prejudice element. My friend said something about Con O'Neil as Mr Darcy and I damn near swooned. Either like a Colin Firth wet white shirt scene or like anything like the Matthew Macfayden Darcy (The hands! The sopping wet pathetic man!)

If not, that's more than okay! I still love your work so much! And again, thank you so much for it!

Hi, anon! First of all, I completely understand how rough the holidays can be, especially without family around. My heart is truly with you during these times and I hope you can still find joy, peace, and love this winter. If you ever need anything, I am always in your corner. I know I'm just a random writer on Tumblr but I truly do care for you, each and every one of you, for that matter! I'm happy I could even bring you a sliver of joy with my work. Thank you endlessly for reading, and I am sending an abundance of my love your way <3 feel free to message me if you'd like, I'd love to be your friend! My messages are always open, everyone! But if not, that's okay too. I'm just happy to share this with you!

Anyhow, I absolutely lit up at this request—I love Pride & Prejudice! OFMD and P&P intertwining is honestly heavenly, I got so excited to write this that I put a pin on another x reader I was writing (never fear! You will all get this one by the end of the week if finals don't absolutely drain me!). This one is reminiscent of Pride & Prejudice and the vibes it emits, but more so, my own spin on it, as well as twists and turns. Like, Izzy honestly exhibits more of a Lizzie in this one but it's also very clear his actions parallel Darcy. I really, truly hope you enjoy this nonetheless!

Lastly, speaking of the holidays, I'm thinking of writing some holiday headcanons for Izzy or a few x readers regarding the holidays with Izzy! So stay tuned for that! Thank you everyone for your everlasting kind words, understanding, patience, and encouragement with my slight delay with writing in the past week.

My Gem | Izzy x Male Reader

Warnings: slight angst, some strong language, slight enemies to lovers, not so in depth research of 1700's aristocracy (even though I'm a damn dramaturg, but we'll look past that for now), made up my first non-canon canon character because just referring to her as "she" felt inhumane, brief mentions of fake suicide note, kissing

Word count: 2324

Thoughts of the first mate of The Revenge were absolutely consuming you. Devouring you alive, plaguing you—you truly couldn't get him out of your head no matter how hard you tried. Oh, yes, you tried. But there was no use. Daydreams would always swirl in your mind and they would only increase tenfold throughout the course of your days.

You were grateful that you at least didn't have to carry the burden of breathing the same air as Israel Hands anymore. You would even collapse being within ten feet of him, let alone seeing him every single day. Your chest ached even at the mere thought of the man.

To say you were confused by his last actions toward you was an understatement. Confused, embarrassed, miserable, even flattered...You couldn't get Izzy Hands out of your head. You couldn't get his hands out of your head...

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

"So you really are doing this, then."

"Yes," you nodded. "I am. I don't belong here—"

"You are a damn great pirate," Izzy almost seethed. "I'll be damned if I believe you really want to go back to that...lavish lifestyle."

You looked slightly frantically behind you in hopes that no one heard Izzy's dig at what was about to be your life again. You hesitantly looked back at Izzy, almost biting your lip in disbelief. "I just need to do this."

"Really? That's all you have to say?"

"What—what else am I supposed to say?"

Silence loomed between the two of you. He nervously fidgeted with the coat that Stede had lent him to disguise himself as an aristocrat. He couldn't wait to toss it back into Bonnet's arms, but he needed this in order to see you off safely, without any suspicions of what you had been up to in your absence from the life you were born into. He knew full well that you were making a mistake, but that you couldn't be convinced of this. His chest ached upon realizing that you wouldn't change your mind, that he wouldn't be able to change your mind.

"Goodbye, Israel."

Instead of responding, Izzy carefully intertwined his fingers with yours as you were about to step up into the carriage. You froze, yet began to melt into his touch, his warmth. You finally met his eyes just as he let go of you, and before you knew it, you were riding off into the distance, Izzy becoming a small speck fading from your sight. Before he began to fade out of view, you caught a glimpse of him flexing his hand by his side as he watched you depart.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

You scoffed as the yellow carnation was pinned to your coat.

"Is something wrong, sir?" one of your dressers inquired, concern washing over his expression.

You almost laughed at such a question, thinking back to all of the late nights you spent studying flowers and their meanings, dying to tell him how this marriage was going to be doomed if you had to wear a yellow carnation. At the last minute, you decided against it, holding your tongue. "Everything is perfect. Thank you."

He nodded, exiting the room as soon as he finished dressing you. You turned toward the mirror, a frown falling onto your lips upon seeing your reflection. You had never dreaded a coming day like you dreaded tomorrow. Before you could internally lament further, a rhythmic knock was heard from your door. Genevieve—future wife. How delightful. It's not like you dreaded it every time she walked into a room, let alone walked over to your side, and it's not like you could tell she dreaded you all the same.

"Yes. Come in," you sighed, plopping down onto your bed. Only, it wouldn't be your bed anymore—you would share it with her, come tomorrow. Your solitude would be interrupted and put on pause forever.

Genevieve quickly rushed in, making sure to shut and lock the door behind her. She fixed her hair a bit as she did so.

"What is it that you want?" you demanded softly, your brows furrowing.

"Hello to you too," she rolled her eyes. "I'm not looking forward to tomorrow—"

"That makes two of us, Genevieve! Finally, something we can agree upon," you laughed, falling backwards onto the bed.

"Will you let me finish?" she crossed her arms without realizing it. Once she had in fact realized, an expression of guilt overcame her as she untwisted herself. A guilt you had never once seen her bear. You sent an apologetic look her way. "I'm not looking forward to tomorrow, nor the rest of our lives together, but I just wanted to say that you are lovely. I don't hate you. I just hate this."

"I don't hate you either," you sat up carefully, your head sort of spinning as you did so. "Far from it. This is just an...unfortunate situation we've found ourselves in."

"Yes," she agreed, carefully placing herself beside you on the edge of the bed. "You know, I would love you, if you were...there's no way to dance around this. I would love you if you were not a man."

"Oh!" you realized, looking over at her, relief crashing over you. "And I would probably love you if you were not a woman, quite honestly."

Genevieve gasped in delight, wrapping her arms around you as she laughed happily. You couldn't help but smile upon her embrace.

"Who is the lucky woman?" you playfully smiled, nudging her shoulder. You watched intently as you watched the pigment of her face turn rosy.

"Well...we've known each other since we were babies," she sighed happily. "But our families have been dear friends since before we were even conceived. It would never work out."

"Take "never" out of your vocabulary this instant!" you exclaimed, shooting up off the bed and onto your two feet.

"What are you planning?" Genevieve tilted her head.

You rushed over to your desk, filing through all that had piled atop it until you found a quill, some ink, and some parchment.

"We can't say you've run away—no, that would give hope that you're still alive and then you would be seeing wanted posters with your face plastered across trees anywhere you go," you sighed. "No. We'll fake your death instead. And you'll run away tonight."

Genevieve bit her lip concernedly. "Are you sure this will work?"

"I'm certain," you assured her. "Are you able to communicate this plan to your love before midnight?"

"Yes, she is coming to the rehearsal dinner tonight and I'm sure we'll sneak off to the gardens," she nodded.

"Wait—is that why you and Alice go there every time—"

Genevieve's hands flew up to her face, covering it as she giggled.

"My goodness!" you couldn't help but share the laughter. "Wow. I am not surprised, honestly."

"What about you?"

"Have I ever snuck off to a garden to—"

"No!" Genevieve rolled her eyes playfully. "Do you love another?"

"I..." you sighed. "Well, it's complicated."

"I've got time."

"I'm kind of upset with him at the moment. And I'm not sure how he feels about me. And I didn't realize I love him until after I left—"

"One thing at a time!" Genevieve tilted her head back to laugh. She place a hand on your shoulder. "Why does he have you upset?

"He held my hand before I left." you admitted, staring out the window as you spoke. Most days, you would have the curtains closed in order to mask the view of the ocean, as it would only bring you feelings of sorrow and regret.

"And you really question how he feels for you?!"

"Well, he's not like us," you frowned. "Believe me, I'm glad he's not. Though I just don't think he understands what a touch of the hand means to someone like me."

"You may come from different worlds with different values and rules, but holding hands is still an expression of affection wherever you come from," Genevieve pointed out.

"He did wear a fancy ensemble just to see me off safely..."

Once again, Genevieve's laughter filled the room. "You are blind!"

"It's just hard to tell with him!" you protested, laughing along with her. "He's hard to read. He's...very easily irritated."

"Is he like that when he's with you?"

"Less so, but yes," you shrugged. "He is a complicated man."

"But his feelings for you are apparent."

"My god, I need to go!"

"Yes, you do!" she encouraged you, patting you on the back.

"I can't right away. I have to get in contact with someone first, and if both you and I are found missing or dead by morning, it's going to be terribly suspicious—"

"You will find a way. I know it," she assured you. "Let's go and oversee the menu for tonight. I'm starved."

You laughed as she jokingly linked arms with you, leading you out into what you were about to leave behind once again.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

All had gone according to plan—you saw Genevieve and Alice off safely, and falsely mourned your fiancée the next day, and for only a few days after before Stede caught wind of your message. As soon as he had, you scurried to the beach, only bothering to bring a few possessions with you. You hadn't even bothered to leave a note—nothing attached you to the aristocratic life anymore. For good this time.

"Captain!" you exclaimed, almost out of breath. "Thank you. I'm so, so sorry."

"No need to apologize to me," Stede assured you warmly. "Believe me, I get it."

"I wish you warned me—"

"Oh, you wouldn't have listened," he teased. "I do regret having done the same thing you had, but if I hadn't, I never would have gotten closure with Mary and bade farewell to that side of me fully. You had to do the same."

"And you and Blackbeard—he forgave you?"

"We're working on it," Stede laughed. "He has, mostly."

"Do you think Izzy will ever forgive me? How is he?"

"Go see for yourself," Stede suggested kindly. "He's on watch tonight. I'll be in my quarters should you need anything at all."

Before you could thank him again, he vanished into the darkness. You smiled, though you could have swore your heart stopped upon the sight of Izzy Hands. You almost choked on the breath you had taken before gaining the courage to waltz over to him. Before you knew it, you were beside him once again. Izzy jumped upon sensing your presence.

"Jesus fuck," Izzy mumbled.

"Hello to you too."

"What the fuck are you doing here?"

"Oh, Izzy, I'm happy to see you too!"

"I'm serious—what the fuck? You just up and leave and then you're back. Is this some sort of pattern? How long will your stay be this time, perhaps only a day, maybe two—"

Without much thought, you found your fingers laced between his once again. Izzy's train of thought stopped in its tracks and all he could focus on now was the feeling of warmth that had been yanked away from him ever since you left, and that now, it had been restored. A warmth he thought he would never get to experience again, nor experience at all. Whenever he spent countless days and hours reminiscing upon it, he scolded himself, convincing himself that he should be grateful he got to feel that at least once in his life. It was one more time than he ever expected he would feel it. It should have been enough, but it wasn't even close. His heart began beating out of his chest—what was this feeling he couldn't quite place? He knew it all too well and he was tired of pushing it down to drown. Eventually, you softly removed your hand, and you noticed Izzy's hand flex by his side once again.

"Did it mean something to you? When you held my hand before I left."

"I was giving you a boost onto your ride," he shrugged it off, turning away in hopes that the darkness would hide his smile.

"Right," you laughed. "Izzy, seriously. I have been going crazy. Every single day, wondering if you ever understood what such a gesture meant to me or if it meant absolutely nothing to you."

"Of course it meant something to me, dammit," Izzy sighed. "You are such a fool if you thought for a second that it didn't."

You laughed breathlessly, relief overcoming you instantly as you pressed your forehead against his. The way the moonlight shone upon his face made him even more breathtaking, even more earth-shatteringly beautiful. You couldn't believe what your eyes were allowing you to see, and you couldn't believe how warm you'd felt. You almost swore you'd never shiver once again. Your lips softly grazed his forehead before you pressed another kiss upon his cheek, before resting your forehead against his once again, your eyes fluttering shut, butterflies flying around in your stomach as you reached for his hands once again.

"Mark my words. I will never, ever leave again—"

"Shh," Izzy gently whispered against your lips. "We can talk about it later."

"Later," you nodded gently as finally, your lips collided. Your heart did pirouettes as your lips danced against one another's. In the darkness of your vision, you caught a glimpse of your future aboard The Revenge, with Izzy. You had never seen so clearly, until now, that you had finally found the place you were meant to be after denying it for so long. You had found your family and your lover, and they were all gathered in the same place. This was a luxury that would always beat the fancy balls you attended, the gold-laced coats you wore upon your back, the gems you were gifted often. Izzy was your gem, and he made your life shine brighter than it ever had.

#ofmd #our flag means death #izzy hands #ofmd season 2 #izzy hands my beloved #ofmd s2 #x reader #izzy hands x reader #fanfic #ofmd izzy hands #pride and prejudice #loosely inspired by pride and prejudice #i'm back bitches #did you miss me i missed you guys #finals are kinda killing me but i'm also getting through it and my winter break is literally in a day #i love you all #i love my mutuals #please request #requests are open #male reader #my first male x reader i hope this was good!

[fillinforlater]

i kinda agrer w the anon like ig the older members r fine but if u plan on writing for new jeans rhe maknae is 14/15…

A measured Response

While I think the other anon who send the initially accusation is still the one sending asks to my inbox, I also think that you are another person. I will strengthen and steel-man your concerns/argument, though it will always baffle me that y'all have these ridiculous spelling errors. Seriously, guys, at least try to type coherent messages/a literal paragraph with no mistakes.

(To those of you who do, thank you <3)

For some fucking reason I feel like I have to make this a thing. I should not, really. These accusations are baseless, I'm not the thing he wants to frame me as, so on and so on, but because I think you are genuinely kinda worried what I meant, I'll explain it to you.

(I'm not sorry if I sound condescending or anything, because I am)

It started with this ask, which basically asked me:

"Do you plan on writing NewJeans in the future?"

Now, being human and (probably) understanding English as well as context, this is what I (and probably 99% of other people with the right context) assumed this person meant:

"Do you plan on writing a fic about any of the 18+ NewJeans members in the future?"

bUt tHaT iSnT wHaT tHeY aSkEd!?

You cannot possibly reach that conclusion. Seriously, go look at literally every fic I ever wrote. Age of the idols? Ranging from 30 something down to 18, the absolute hard legal and (I guess) moral minimum, the line I don't cross.

If you go to my page or just open this weird ass tab from Tumblr (fuck Tumblr), you see stuff like "18+ Girl Group fic writer" or "No minors" or (from my Biaslists & Writelist & Requests tab) "Remember that I said most and 18+. This automatically excluded all 18- idols... I won't write those." This is easily understandable, obvious context to the message from above.

Or did you think I would just write about literal new jeans, like an review or something? No, of course not.

Oh, you can also look at my response, like... I specifically mention Hanni and Danielle, two 18+ idols, very popular, probably the two (including I guess Minji) the asker probably meant.

Now the point where I might look like an idiot if I take you seriously:

I responded to the baseless accusation with a GIF of Hanni, the focus on an easily identifiable part (her ass). The response of the accuser (still in my inbox):

"You just admitted you're a pedo"

Wrong and cringe.

Granted, you did not know this message (if you are a different person), yet you still, after seeing the Hanni GIF decided to say this. Either you are fucking stupid or this is maliciously framing me. Pick your poison.

(BTW: You are stupid because Hanni is 18. International age. Whatever the fuck Koreans use/used to use does not count, but she is also "19"/an adult there)

If you now need it black on white (or white on black), here it goes:

I'm not a pedo. I'm even against idols debuting under the age of 18.

(Why did I even bother? I dunno man, now it's out of the system)

With that said, I got some ideas for a Hanni fic (still very basic, but god, she is gorgeous and hot) and for a Danielle fic (funnily, it's not even a smut).

Everyone, have a nice day and some pretty Minji <3

#kpop smut #female idol smut #newjeans smut #newjeans fanfic #why am I responding to idiots

[cafecliche]

fic writer meme!

[RISES FROM THE DEPTHS] I'm here!! Thank you so much @uhuraisgay and @englishsub for the tags, and also for reminding me that I've missed Tumblr

1. how many works do you have on ao3? 50 even - which was more than I thought!

2. what's your total ao3 wordcount? 187,448

3. what fandoms do you write for?

My fic-writing impulses come along like cicada seasons, except without any regularity whatsoever: I do a lot of dabbling in a lot of fandoms, I can never really tell if something's going to light my brain on fire. Most of my fic output came from Yuletide for a long while (I loved the grab bag aspect and writing little treats for small fandoms, but then my holidays got busier), and then Yuri on Ice and MDZS were my biggest fandoms by far, especially MDZS. I've written Yuwu recently, and I'd love to write some Trigun, LoZ, or Mysterious Lotus Casebook one of these days.

4. what are your top 5 fics by kudos?

grow

the only way out

The Guests of Cloud Recesses

detente

bespoke

And the soft animal is our runner-up at #6!

5. do you respond to comments?

I usually don't unless it's a request or a question, but I read and treasure every one.

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

I am too tender for Bad Endings for the most part, but my canon-verse Nie Huaisang fic after me comes the flood does not end in a particularly good place for anyone involved. (But even then, we know it gets better for him eventually... albeit at the expense of several bystanders)

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

I tend to write pretty gentle, occasionally LIGHTLY bittersweet happy endings (that's the cafecliche guarantee baby) but part of me wants to say 'the only way out' (and probably 'the yunmeng accords' series in general) here. I tend to write fic when I want to play around with the emotions or relationship dynamics that can already be found in canon, so 'the yunmeng accords' is probably as close to a fix-it as I'm going to get.

8. do you get hate on fics?

Not usually! I was part of the Great MDZS Anon Hate Train of 2021, but that was the worst I've ever gotten by several magnitudes - the vast majority of commenters are fabulous.

9. do you write smut?

Not yet! It's not off the table, though.

10. do you write crossovers? what's the craziest one you have written?

I actually don't think I've ever written a crossover! The closest I've ever gotten was when I look over my shoulder, but even that's 'Wangxian in a Conjuring-esque ghosthunters in love situation' and not really a formal Conjuring AU.

11. have you ever had a fic stolen?

I've had plagiarism brought to my attention a couple times, but truly just a handful. I still remember getting a message on FF.net that someone had ripped off a line from my Black Lagoon fic. The SCANDAL of it all.

12. have you ever had a fic translated?

MDZS is the first fandom where I've gotten translation requests, which is always so cool! To my knowledge, I've had fics translated into Russian, Spanish, and Ukranian.

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

No, but brainstorming fic concepts with my brilliant friends is one of my favorite thing in the world.

14. what's your all time favorite ship?

omg ever? Well Victuuri and Wangxian have been the ones that really lit my brain on fire (if I own the Nendos, it's serious) but let me also throw it back to Fakir and Ahiru in Princess Tutu. That is ROMANCE.

15. what is a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I would have really liked to have one more entry to 'the yunmeng accords!' I had a couple of ideas that I really liked, but nothing that caught fire quite enough to dive into it. That said, I am currently working on something short and Yunmeng Shuangjie-related, at the very least...

16. what are your writing strengths?

Emotional through-lines, pacing, and that sweet, sweet catharsis. I'm drawn to particular fandoms when they leave me with an emotion that I need to break down over the course of several thousand words, and I know that shows through in my writing.

17. what are your writing weaknesses?

Choreography! I'm not a very visual thinker, so sometimes it takes me a while just to figure out how to block the characters in a given scene. I also have a lot of trouble getting into a draft until I figure out the voice, which, when it comes to fanfic, will either come to me extremely easily or not at all.

18. thoughts of writing dialogue in another language in fics?

Yeah, absolutely! (But if you don't speak the language, do your research!)

19. first fandom you wrote for?

[rubs my temples] an X-Men crackfic.

20. favorite fic you have written?

Oh my god. WELL. 'grow' and 'the only way out' I think are the best fics I've written, and 'when I look over my shoulder' and 'the soft animal' are also extremely close to my heart. But 'detente' might be the favorite child. It just gushed out of me.

I think a great many of you have been tagged at this point, so sorry for any double-tags, but: @bluecrystalrainingdaggers @tigerjpg @floofyfluff @vinelark and anyone else who'd like to go for it!

#hi! I'm still here #writing meme

[gallavichthings]

Hoping you can put this out for all of the artists and writers that participate in your events. Just wondering how everyone deals with the feeling of posting something and having it completely flop? Those of you that have had it happen, how do you come back from that?

Hello, dear anon! I'm posting this so that anyone who wants to reply may do so, as you requested, but I also wanted to include my own two cents.

First of all, let me tell you I absolutely understand your frustration. It can be very off-putting to post something you put effort into to just have no one apparently notice it. There are a lot of posts saying how we should write/make art for ourselves, and not for others, and while I agree with those to a certain extent, once you actually post something, the goal is clearly to have it noticed by your peers.

That being said, I do encourage you to try to redefine what a flop means. Is it no notes at all? Because I hardly think you're getting no notes at all, especially in this fandom (but if you are, maybe there's something off with the way you're "marketing" it, so let me know and maybe we can help).

I assume by flop you mean getting less notes than you'd expected, so I think it's a matter of expectations. Are you comparing yourself to others? Because let me tell you right away, that won't do. Some people are more popular, period, and who knows why that is. Sure, most of the time these people are really talented, but usually it's that they make something that resonates with people, but I couldn't tell you why some do and some don't. It's absolutely impossible to predict what the fandom will or won't like. Even if you compare your works with your other own works, that will happen. I can't tell you the amount of times I've written something thinking people would love it only to get just a handful of kudos, while some other fics I've written on a whim, thinking no one would care, got way more attention.

Number three: give it time. Sometimes things aren't appreciated right away, but eventually they get further. I still get daily kudos on fics I wrote 8, 9, 10 years ago.

Finally, and this is a message to everyone, not just the anon who sent the ask: this is why fandom is important, and this is why you have to share the things you enjoy. Leaving likes/kudos is a great thing, but once you reblog it or add it to a recs list, that's when other people get to know stuff. That's literally my main job here, that's the reason I created this blog, so it would be an archive for the fandom. Yes, I organize events as well, and I answer asks and all, but the main point of this blog has always been and will continue to be reblogging. (I unfortunately don't have as much time to go through the tags as I used to, which is why I have my dear @sickness-health-all-that-shit helping me out, but it's still possible we miss things, so you're always welcome to tag me or send me your posts if you notice it's been a week or two and we haven't reblogged them yet - please do wait a bit though, as we do have a queue to go through.) Also, please do leave replies/comments/tags, those are so important and encouraging to the artists/authors!

I hope this eases your heart a bit, anon. And I look forward to seeing what everyone else will say.

Cheers,

GT mod.

#mod post #fandom #Gallavich #tagging the last one only for visibility

[vikkirosko]

Hey! It's me again with another request for Metal Family 😅

Okay, here we go! May I have some headcanons for Dee and Heavy (separate) with a Brazilian s/o? I'm Brazilian and often there's nothing about Brazilian reader, the best ones are from Brazilian writers, but sometimes we're very stereotyped..

If you want any help, you can send me a message! I'll be glad to help ^ - ^

Many thanks to the author of the request for helping me and giving me the base for writing this request =3

Headcanons Brazilian

📚 Dee x Reader📱

Any new student in the class aroused interest, but when Dee's classmates found out that you were from Brazil, their interest in you became even greater. They surrounded you and asked a huge number of questions, which caused your embarrassment. Dee was even sorry for you. He was in no hurry to start talking to you, but when school started, you were able to get to know each other a little better thanks to the teacher who decided that you would do a school project together

Life in a new country was unusual for you, so Dee offered to help you get used to it. You walked around the city together, he showed you places that he liked himself. He found out a few things about you. For example, the fact that you spoke with a Portuguese accent, that your family moved because of your parents' work, as well as the fact that you supported the culture of your native country at home. Dee found out about this when he came to visit you. Your parents were glad that you got used to the new one and even brought a friend home

When you started dating, some classmates asked Dee what it was like. They were sure that since you were from Brazil, you were different from them in your relationship. Dee ignored his classmates' questions. It didn't matter to him whether you were from Brazil or from another country, because that wasn't the main thing about you. Your culture, music from your native country that you liked and traditional dishes were of great importance to you and he respected that, but he saw in you not only that, but also your habits, your character, he saw in you your personality

You and Dee got to know each other's cultures better and you enjoyed telling him about what life was like in Brazil. He didn't mind when you suggested he go there when you get older. In a way, it was a promise between you. A promise that gave confidence that even after a few years you will be together

🎮 Heavy x Reader 🐱

You and Heavy met on your first day at school. He was late for class and walked down the corridor, realizing that he would not have time anyway and the teacher would be unhappy. That's when you approached him. He had never seen you before, and when you spoke, he realized that you, apparently, were from another country at all. You asked him where the class you needed was. When you called the office number, Heavy smiled broadly and took you by the hand and led you along, telling you that you were in the same class, mentally rejoicing that he now had an excuse for being late

You were able to make friends quickly. He became your first friend in a new country for you and was happy to give you a tour of the city and you were happy to welcome him as a guest at home. You had a lot of things at home that you brought from Brazil and your parents cooked feijoada. Heavy had never eaten anything like this before, so he was thrilled. He was interested in communicating with you and often asked you questions about your native country, even though some of his questions made you laugh

You often spent time together and you told him different legends from your homeland. Sometimes you compared him to Curupira, and after Heavy found out from you who he was, he felt some pride that you called him that. It was as if it was your shared secret that you didn't explain to anyone, and even when your classmates tried to understand why you called him that, you didn't tell, continuing to keep the secret

You were the one who destroyed stereotypes and myths about Brazilians who knew Heavy. Sometimes it seemed to him that you were completely different, like you came out of a bright and warm movie. He liked to communicate with you, listen to your stories and learn new things about your native country. He hoped that soon he would be able to show you what you did not know about the country in which you now lived

#Metal Family #metal family headcanons #metal family x reader #Dee #Dee x Reader #Heavy #Heavy x Reader

[tagsecretsanta]

From @squiddokiddo

From @squiddokiddo to @lenfantdeverone

-Letters and Wishes-

Prompts used: Baby Alan writing to santa and Scott receiving an emotional gift. (kinda... Heavy leaning on Alan and letters though)

I'm not much of a writer but I hope you enjoy this little drabble. It has taken many twists in development that I wasn't expecting and has turned into this. Warning, you may need some tissues.

Ps. I've also included a little festive stocking filler for you, at the end. ₍˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶₎

𖦹*⊹.𖦹*⊹.𖦹*⊹.𖦹*⊹.𖦹

"Alan!! Get your ass up here!!" Scott yelled down the old loft stairs. What on earth was he doing?

"I will." A call came back. "I'm just writing my letter to Santa!!" 

Well that explained it...

Scott rolled his eyes. "Aren't you a little old to be writing to Santa?" He huffed as he lifted a large box of baubles. "We kinda need your help with the decorations up here!!"

"Yeah in a minute!!"

Every damn year... 

"You know how important that letter is to him." Virgil interjected "Let him finish it, I'm sure we can manage."

"Fine but you're picking up the slack for him." Before Virgil could protest, his brother had shoved the box of baubles into his arms. "Check those will ya, want to make sure none of them are broken."

"Well if they weren't broken before they definitely are now..." John shot from the other side of the loft, he'd assigned himself the task of fairy light maintenance and hadn't looked up from his work for ages. "Some of those decorations are are family heirlooms Scott, be a little more gentle will you?"

Scott turned on his heel dramatically "Can you blame me John??" He stomped over to the astronaut in question, the floor boards squeaking under his footfall took away any sense of seriousness there may have been. "We don't have much time to get all of these decorations up and since we're missing a pair of hands we..." Scott paused as he mentally counted his brothers " Wait where's Gordon?."

Just as if a sparkly Cuthulu had been summoned, a tinsel covered form raised it's head out of one of the larger boxes.

"Here, I'm trying to find the ends of this tinsel, it's damn near impossible." He wriggled about in the shimmery material causing the box to topple over, various decorations spilling out across the floor.

"Little help?"

John and Virgil came to his aid, pulling him up and untying him from his sparkly prison while Scott handled the scattered trinkets. As he was scooping the last few up, something caught his eye. An envelope, red with crudely scrawled writing on the front. He picked it up and read the address.

"To Mr S Claus, the North Pole."

"Wait Grandma actually kept those letters? Weren't they basically just our requests for toys?" Virgil asked removing the last bit of tinsel from his brother.

"Oh, this should be good." Gordon grinned "Open it, let's see if we can guess who's it is just by the list of toys they wanted!!"

Curious about it's contents, Scott proceeded to open the envelope, being careful not to damage it. He pulled out the letter inside, glitter and sequins spilling out and onto the floor. Another mess he'd have to clean up...

"Well that rules John out." Gordon giggled and John shot him a look.

"I thought glitter would be too distracting for him, remember I really wanted that telescope and I wanted to make sure that I got the message across clearly."

Scott shushed them and began to read the letter aloud.

𖦹*⊹.𖦹*⊹.𖦹*⊹.𖦹*⊹.𖦹

Dear Santa

What I really want for Christmas is my daddy to come back. He was trying to save someone and he went missing but Virgil said that your magic doesn't work that way and you wouldn't be able to bring him back. Even if you really really really wanted to.

So instead I want to ask for this. 

Please could you tell John come home for Christmas? He hasn't left Thunderbird 5 since dad disappeared.

Can you ask Virgie to play us some carols on the piano? I haven't heard him play in a very long time and grandma loves carols.

Can you make Gordon smile again? He used to play with me all the time and make me laugh but now he always says too tired to hang out with me. I think he might actually be upset.

Can Scotty have a break. He's been working all the time for ages and ages and he always seems angry or sad. He has so much nasty paperwork to do and when he's not doing that he's flying Thunderbird 1 and saving people.

This Christmas I want him to relax, it's not fair that he has to be so busy. Grandma says that he's going to work himself to the bone and he's already really boney. I don't want my brother to turn into a skeleton.

My daddy used to always used to help me write to you. I'm going to write you a letter every year for him, even when I'm 108 years old.

Love Alan Tracy.

𖦹*⊹.𖦹*⊹.𖦹*⊹.𖦹*⊹.𖦹

At the lounge table, Alan gazed down at his masterpiece, it was perfect, best letter he'd ever written along with the best glitter glue art he'd ever made. 

He sat for a moment, admiration turning into embarrassment, thinking about what Scott had said. He would be 16 next year, practically an adult, he was definitely way too old to be writing letters to Santa Claus, he stopped believing in the magical bearded gift wizard years ago. But he didn't want to stop.

He missed dad. 

A gentle hand on his shoulder halted the spiralling thoughts. He turned to see his grandma's warm smile.

"Why the long face kid? Your letter is looking amazing this year." She said softly, gently pushing the discarded art supplies aside to get a good look at her grandson's creation.

"Grandma, I-". He paused, not being able to find the words. "Don't you think I'm too old for this? To be writing letters to a man I know doesn't exist?"

She knelt to his level and pulled him close rubbing his back soothingly.

"You can never be too old for something you enjoy, sweetheart."

"I just feel like dad would have wanted me to be more useful now that I'm older, ya know. We don't get a lot of time to have Christmas, I could be decorating or making lunch or helping prepare for the winter rescue rush..." He swallowed, tears begining to brim, trying not to let them spill. "want to honour dad, I want to remember him."

Grandma Tracy pulled away to meet the boy's gaze.

"Alan, writing those letters is honouring your dad. I know he valued hard work and did everything in his power to make Christmas happen every year but what he loved most of all was taking some time out to write your letters to Santa with you."

Alan remained silent.

"And if it's what you love too then it's what he would have wanted, to know that you're doing something you love whether it's useful-" she gestured some air quotations "or not."

She gently cupped her grandson's face in her hands and brushed away his tears. Big blue eyes gazed into hers.

"He'd be so proud of you Alan."

The old lady reached to plant a kiss on his forehead and Alan sniffled a watery smile before drying his eyes.

"Now then if you're finished with your letter, why don't you go see if your brothers need your help." She stood picking up the sparkly paper from the table and slipping it into an envelope, red just like all the ones that came before. "I can't wait to see what you make next year."

𖦹*⊹.𖦹*⊹.𖦹*⊹.𖦹*⊹.𖦹

Scott swallowed struggling to read the last few words aloud.

"Love Alan Tracy..." 

The silence was deafening. The nostalgic guessing game long forgotten in the hopeful words of an eight year old boy.

Scott dried his eyes on the back of his sleeve. "I had no idea... I..."

"I don't think anyone did." Virgil added his arm snaking around his brother's frame.

Gordon and John were still sat on the floor the younger's face buried into the older's shoulder, both silent in mutual disbelief.

"After all that pain, all he was worried about was us..."

The sound of footsteps thudding up the loft stairs brought them back to the present as Alan appeared at the top step.

"Hey guys, I've finished my letter and-"

Four pairs of tearful eyes turned to meet him.

"Uhh... What's going on?" He gingerly stepped towards them. "You guys ok?"

As soon as he was within arm's reach, Scott grabbed his little brother into a tight hug, clinging on for dear life. It wasn't long before the others joined them in the embrace, circling around the smallest Tracy.

"I'm sorry." Scott mumbled into Alan's blonde locks. 

"For what?" The boy struggled to talk under the weight of his siblings.

"Your letters, I should have known, they help you stay close to dad right?"

Alan could feel the tears welling up again, nodding sheepishly.

"He'd love that you're keeping up the tradition for him."Virgil said squeezing tighter. "And you'll never be too old for that." 

They all stayed there for a moment, just feeling the closeness and love of one another.

And there were those words again, it was a bitter sweet comfort.

"He'd be so proud of you..."

𖦹*⊹.𖦹*⊹.𖦹*⊹.𖦹*⊹.⊹

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #tag team secret santa #thunderbirds fanfiction #thunderbirds fanart

[pastafossa]

how long did it take for your fanfiction to start getting some recognition? did you "advertise" it or "promote" it in any way?

i know that people say this doesn't matter, but i feel like even if you love writing the feeling that you're just talking to yourself gets pretty exhausting at some point. so i'm not talking about having thousands of readers but rather like. what's your advice to have readers at least?

- someone who hasn't even started writing their ideas yet...

LONG POST INCOMING.

First I want you (and everyone else reading who may be struggling with this) to know I'm absolutely with you and generally think 'it doesn't matter' is a horseshit answer. It's this weird thing we do in fanfic that we generally don't apply to other artforms that I've seen. If you're a painter, a playwriter, a novel writer, and you say, 'I want at least a few people to love my paintings, I want some people to come see my play, I want my novel to be published and do at least ok' we all support them, we nod, we agree, we talk about how they can do that successfully. It's considered normal to want some amount of success. But hold up fanfic instead and it becomes, 'how dare you want that praise, you're being egotistical, you should be writing only for yourself'. I'm not saying you can't do that - there are some who do - but it's definitely this bizarre switchup to say there's this single artform in which we can't want attention on our work and that there's something wrong with us if we do. That can be an absolute creativity killer depending on what kind of writer you are (hi, extrovert writer here who only gets writy writy juice from social interaction - aka comments and discussion. So I totally get it being exhausting just doing this on your own).

So let me say this categorically: you're allowed to want things. You're allowed to want kudos, comments, and hits. You're allowed to want messages and asks. You're allowed to want some readers you can talk with about your story.

You. Are. Allowed.

Ok, now that that's out of the way.

Edit: more below the cut cause I didn't realize the length of this on mobile

TRT definitely didn't get popular overnight. The first four chapters were sporadic, and then I took a hiatus due to life things for a couple years. During that time, it kept slowly ticking up bit by bit on AO3, with occasional comments. Iirc it was hovering somewhere around 700 kudos by the time I came back in Jan 2021 - and that's a awesome! It's big! But it's also a number that was gained over a few years, to put it in perspective. It absolutely took off after I came back though, and over the past 2 years both TRT's popularity and the stats of my one-shots in the fandom have grown. Part of that's just the time frame (TRT's been up about 6 years), but it's also due to a couple things that I think built up TRT's popularity.

Building a tumblr presence was huge. Ironically I didn't really intend to do it for advertising; I just wanted a place readers could ask questions or we could all freak out about Matt or I could post some drabbles or updates on the fic. But considering the fact that AO3 and tumblr are the top fic sites online, I wound up promoting my fics unintentionally just by being a friendly, happy tumblr user and fandom goer. All I did was follow the courtesy rules I knew - post stuff regularly, reblog, comment, make friends with other writers, just be friendly in your neighborhood because you love the lady with the gif flower shop on the corner or the wise old pizza maker who serves hot fandom takes all day long. I built familiarity with my writing and name by posting short fics, and by taking part in challenges and prompt lists and short requests for drabbles if I saw them, though that's something that's hard to do if you don't have time (I've got less time now, but I started this blog in the early pandemic so I had aaaaall the time in the world to write and was using it to stay sane). I tagged religiously because I LOVE tags, but that helped, too. Tumblr's search system is half broken but the half that works means people CAN find your writing even if they aren't following. Doing all this over here got me a huge boost over on AO3.

I will say that if you can have a fandom tiktok presence, there's a lot of fic reviewers, edits, and good stuff that can get your fic some readers (I've had some people do this on tiktok for TRT and it sent a surge over). I personally haven't done anything there yet, in part because while I'm on tiktok I try to keep my actual, real person accounts separate from my fic/fandom accounts and i haven't bothered to make a second account solely dedicated to the Pasta name yet.

Longfics on AO3 have the advantage in fic stats in the sense that every time you add a chapter, it gets bumped to the top of the front page and you get seen again. Eventually a lot of people will click out of curiosity. They may not, however, give you a lot of user subs or add to your other fic stats at first, whereas if you do a bunch of oneshots you're more likely to get user subs but less hits on each fic. This is a decision you'll have to make, and I know folks in both camps who built their followings using different methods on each. Either way, it helps if you're posting regularly, either in a long fic or one-shots. I call this the Stephen King method, who said he just writes a ton and throws it all at the wall, and eventually you get enough good despite the bad that you start building a following.

Learn learn learn. This is standard fic advice I always give, but it's still relevant. I think one of the reasons imo TRT has done so well is that I've spent a lot of time over the years learning how to write and edit - I read a ton of books (sometimes just to figure out HOW good authors structure their stories), I took a lot of English classes, I've taken some creative writing courses in my spare time. That two year hiatus was heavily spent doing a lot of research and practice around an original novel I want published one day. And I used ALL of that in TRT, just to see what it was like to put it all together. Be hungry for knowledge, be hungry to learn. The more you learn, the better your fic will be, and the more people that will click.

That learning also includes a looooong string of fanfics that started at a very novice level (hello 12 year old me), to fics that were ok and did moderately well but weren't anything huge. Hell, I had a tumblr account for my previous fandoms before I wandered over to Pastafossa, and while those fics did decently, I never had the huge reaction I've gotten here. But I used each and every one of those fics to learn and grow and adapt. Treat your own fics the same way. If it doesn't get hits, try to learn from it before moving on to the next idea a little wiser and a slightly better writer than before. There will always be people who start to follow you along the way.

A small one, but important: I swear to god, do not shit-talk yourself. Not in the summary, not in the tags, not in the A/Ns. I'm not talking, 'this is my first fic!' That's fine. I mean trashing your own work. Shit like, 'ha ha this sucks, it's terrible but oh well' will absolutely lower your stats, because people will believe you and will ditch your fic. On top of that, it's just mean to yourself, and as I said above, you want to be a good person in the fandom neighborhood. That means not breaking the windows of your own house.

People generally think of summaries as a side note, but a shitty summary can absolutely tank your stats. Treat it like the rest of your fic - this is the trailer before the movie, and it's a huge element of what gets people interested in the first place.

Lastly, like I said at the top, the biggest factor is time. There are people who post one fic and explode in popularity, absolutely. But far, far more little followings are built on the bones of time, of abandoned fics, of muttering and highlighting phrases in books in the middle of the night, of trying and trying and trying until we have at last have a breakthrough and then drag that breakthrough forward with us to the next fic. TRT is absolutely one part lightning in a bottle - the biggest success I've ever had anywhere with my writing, a confluence of fandom factors and world events that gave people (and me!) time to write and read. But it's also standing on the back of whole lot of fics I wrote that look like everyone else's: ones with no comments, low interaction, insults; ones where I had precisely zero idea of what I was doing, but wanted to try anyway. And the way I got through that, as a writer who needs interaction in order to create, was by building friendships in fandom so that even when a fic didn't do all that well, I still had friends I could talk to about the characters, the world, the fandom itself. I asked friends to look them over and give advice. I had friends being my cheerleaders. And if you're an extrovert like me, or just a writer who needs that to create, then those connections are vital as you build up a following.

That's a lot of what I've done. I know there are other ways to build a following, but this is generally what I've done, what I've learned to do, and it seems to have worked. Just remember that there are no bad fics - just learning opportunities. Learn something, and that fic's a success, and work as hard as you can to make those fandom connections to carry you through the process.

I absolutely hope to see your work around one day, so that I can be on of those followers!

#writing advice #fic advice #fic tips #building a following #fanfic #fic #writing tips #tbh i was shocked and still kind of am by how popular trt's become #because i have had ZERO previous experiences in my fic writing time that aligned #BUT #there are absolutely things I did in hindsight I think that helped a ton #and all of the practice and writing fic including the ones with zero interaction helped #i learned how to be a good fandom goer even when i didn't write #because i genuinely loved my little neighborhoods #and i used a lot of that when i started writing again cause why wouldn't i??? #also avoid petty fandom drama you don't need to waste your energy on it #i WANT my blog to generally be a positive space cause i've got shit going on elsewhere and i don't need more #but that also means i think that people like wandering through cause they know there's a lot of happy things here #be the person in the neighborhood watering your daisies and putting out a rainbow pinwheel even when ted down the block #is feuding with susan up the block over the height of ted's fence

[inagetawaycarxo]

Yandere! Heel Roman falling for taken darling reader, maybe her bf is from aew and she came back after giving birth because wwe wanted her ratings and he plays on that etc 🥹🥰🙃👀🫠

Yandere!Heel!Roman Falling For A Taken!Darling!Reader

—WARNINGS: toxic relationships, cheating, manipulating, angst, yandere! Roman, the errors I missed, probably terrible.

— AUTHORS NOTE: requesting for wwe is open. Also, I'm not sure if anyone is aware I write for aew, just got to write more wrestlers to my list. just message me first if you want a request for aew!

— DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT give consent/permission for my work to be copied and pasted on other platforms. HOWEVER, I highly encourage feedback, likes, reblogs, and comments.

[GIF IS MINE]

Roman is manipulative, obsessive, impulsive, delusional, self-indulgent and sadistic, once he has got his sights set on something he won't cease.

His sights have been set on you, and nothing will stop him, not even your boyfriend. He doesn’t give a shit that you are taken and have a child with your boyfriend.

In the end, your child will be calling him father instead.

He would impregnate you so Roman and you would have a child.

For some reason, he takes how you react with him romantically. You only said hello to him in the hallway while passing and he fell for you. He didn’t care you were taken, he believed your boyfriend wasn’t the one, that he was the one.

His main tactic at the moment is manipulating you into thinking your boyfriend doesn’t care about you, or your career. He plants seeds of doubts in your mind. Dropping little comments here and there.

Like “He doesn’t care about you, if he really cared he wouldn’t let you go to WWE,”

Or “I feel bad for you having to raise two babies,”

His favourite one to use is “If he really loves you he would show up in the crowd and watch you,”

“It’s not going to end well, Him and you being on different brands,”

“It’s a shame he doesn’t give you some pointers,”

He likes to spread rumors to you about your boyfriend, and about you, hoping to cause the relationship to crumble so he can finally have you.

If that doesn’t work then he will get the writers to write a romantic storyline between him and you. that should create a breakup.

He will even stoop low and delete the messages your boyfriend sends you on your phone.

Roman knows your boyfriend is uncomfortable with the storyline between the bloodline and you, which only makes him smirk.

When he gets to kiss you, it surprises you, because you really didn’t know anything about it, nobody told you. Roman knew though it was all his idea.

Roman will manipulate you into staying in WWE, saying that you only came this big because of him, and you will be nothing in aew if you go there.

He likes to play the supportive friend when your boyfriend and you fight. Telling you, you deserve better.

Roman enjoys overhearing the fights you have with your boyfriend over the phone or in front of him about him.

 Back to the rumors he spreads about you, he will tell rumors to your boyfriend, saying you cheated on him with him, and he feels bad for keeping it a secret.

Of course, your boyfriend knows it’s a lie, and it causes a huge fight.

Making you break it up with a little bit of help. You give Roman a look, as you pull your boyfriend away. Roman can’t help but feel jealous at how you take his side and grab a hold of his hand. It should be him…

Roman knows it's only a matter of time before the two of you break up and he can finally have you.  You can finally be his…..

FEEDBACK AND REBLOGS ARE EXTREMELY APPRECIATED!

#wwe x reader #wwe x you #roman reigns x reader #roman reigns headcanon #roman reigns x y/n #wwe headcanon #wwe headcanons #aew x reader #kind of #yandere hcs #asks #answered #anon #answered asks

[ninlilwinds]

Hi! It’s the anon that asked if you were okay with writing angst.

May I request a Scaramouche, Childe and Diluc where they confessed their love to the reader but reader had rejected them. However, they caught the reader ranting to someone while crying about how they feel so guilty and ashamed but felt that they made the right choice because reader had already worked so hard on their career and feels that if they were to be in a relationship, their efforts would be ruined since there might be chance they’ll be distracted and the chance they’ll be heartbroken. Reader believes this will be the best for both of them so that they won’t hurt each other. Basically, reader rejected them because of their career and fears even though they also love them as well. The outcome of this is entirely up to you (´• ω •`)

I’m sorry this seems so specific and sad, it’s just an idea I had that I haven’t seen a lot of Genshin writers do, so I hope you don’t mind!

Reader Rejects them!

So, I did one bad ending, one good ending and one kinda neutral mostly good ending. I hope this is what you asked and that you enjoy it!

Notice: I have finals coming up and have been swamped by reviews and homework. My request will still be open, but it will take me a bit to get to them and for that I apologize

Characters:(In order) Scaramouche (Bad ending), Diluc (Good ending), Childe (Neutral? ending)

Plot: Reader rejects them for some reasons and character overhears. What will happen next?

Warning: Not proofread. Let me know of any major mistakes!

Scaramouche (Bad ending)  

"What I mean to say, is that I...I believe I have fallen for you." Scaramouche finished his confession with a light tint to his face. You stood there baffled. Did he really just....  

How could you break it down to him? No, stay mature. Don't get emotional, he is your boss after all. You bowed your head, "I am very sorry, sir, but I'm afraid I must decline your offer. I feel flattered you feel that way but I believe it isn't the right time. " And with that you turned and left. 

Did he just hear you correctly? You had rejected him? Of all people? Had he read your signals wrong. He had fallen for you because he simply loved how you were. You truly focused on what matters and you had a knack for getting things done. Your determination was beyond him and he truly admired everything about you. Lately you had been a bit more playful, flirty, and even comfortable with him. But had he received the wrong message? 

He stepped outside his office furious and heard your trembling voice. Following it, he saw you ranting to your friend as they comforted you.  

"I just can’t. He's my boss and I just got this high on the ladder after years of working for the Fatui. I've spent countless hours and If I date my boss, people will think so little of me! Not to mention, how could I focus on a mission? It's just too risky. The bad outweighs the good and-" you choked on a sob, "Did I do the right thing?"  

Your friend tied your hair back (if you have long hair, if you don’t they smoothed it back), "I think for what it's worth, you made the right choice. You aren't ready for a Relationship and if it would put all your hard work to waste, then why have it?" 

You nodded and hugged them, trying to stifle your sobs.  

Is that why you didn’t go to him? Well that made Scara that much angrier. He had never really been rejected in his life, so this experience was new. 

He opened the door and stepped inside, arms crossed. You wiped your tears quickly and regained composure, your friend not leaving your side and staring Scara down as if to say I dare you.  

"You're dismissed." He said simply. 

You looked up to him confused, "P-pardon?"  

"I refuse to work with you, therefore you are dismissed. This is your two weeks' notice. Move it before then, or pay the consequences." He turned on his heels and walked out, the clack of his shoe ringing in your ears. 

Yes Scaramouche felt awful, and he had done it on the whim of the moment. How could he hurt you when you were so precious to him? But there was no going back now.  

Diluc (Good Ending)  

Diluc had planned this confession for months now. He has the tavern all set up for a nice diner and at the end he would tell you how he felt about you. Which is exactly what happened and he was so please that everything was going as planned...until it didn’t. 

You stood from your seat and bowed your head, "I'm terribly sorry Diluc."  

Diluc placed his cup down and looked at you, face as stoic as ever.  

"I'm just...not the right match for you. If you'll excuse me, I best go home now." You collected your things and quickly left for you house. That was one of the worst nights Diluc had experienced. Many questions plagued his mind. How could he face you now? Did you hate him? He knew things would never be the same now.  

But he still had to continue his life, so he went to clear his mind the next day on a walk. There, he heard you talk to one of your friends while sitting down at good hunter.  

"It's just... I'm finally in a stable point in my life and I want to focus on making it permanent rather than have a relationships that could cause problems and distractioins. Like what if we break up? What if we have fights? I love Diluc...I really do..But I'm afraid it'll end terribly." You explained with a little distress visible in your features.  

Your friend listened intently and nodded along in agreement. They glanced over to where Diluc was and then motioned for you to stop then pointe with their eyes. You looked over and saw Diluc, paling.  

"D-Diluc I-…" You tried to find words to explain yourself.  

Diluc shook his head, "There is no need, (Y/N). If the reason you rejected my proposal was because you believe it is not the time, then I shall wait for you. Please don’t think I hold ay resentment towards you." Diluc said. 

You took a deep breath and nodded. A little bit of relief washing over your features, "Thank you, Diluc. As soon as I'm ready, I'll let you know." You smiled, "Can we still see each other until them?"  

Diluc nodded, "I would not have it any other way." He then bowed in respect and continued his stroll to clear his mind.  

He didn't know how long you'd make him wait, but if it meant he got to share his life with you in the end, then it would be worth every second.  

Childe (Neutral ending)  

It had been a week since Childe had told you how he felt, and everything had resumed as normal. He had been gone, so you hadn’t had the chance to see him. The world seemed to rotate around you although you felt your mind had stopped.  

At this point you began to fear you had upset him and he had  gone away, never to return.  

You were expressing your distress to your friend one day, telling them how scared you were about everything that had happened.  

"And so he confessed. I didn't know what to say it was so sudden and I wasn't expecting it. But I'm just not looking for that right now, so I had to turn him down. He didn't talk to me after that, and then next thing I know he's gone for a week." You hugged one of the pillow on the sofa of the common room and HQ tightly.  

Your friend hummed in concern. 

"Do you think he'll be back...or did I mess up ?" You buried your head into the pillow and held your tears back.  

"I don’t know. But if you're not ready for it and not looking for a relationships, you shouldn't force it out of you. It's unfair to both you and the person. He might have just needed to go out for a bit to think on what happened. The rejection must've hit him hard."  

Childe hopped over the sofa next to you with some snacks in hand, "Not hard enough that I don't bounce back." He smiled. 

Your friend seemed a little surprised and when Childe offered them a snack they took it.  

"Don't be so upset comrade. I assure you that I am fine. I was dispatched for a mission to Liyue and didn’t have the time to say goodbye."  

You looked at Childe with teary eyes, "You don't hate me?" 

Childe shook his head with a laugh, "No, I completely understand. But I do have one request."  

"What is it?" You looked at him, a little hesitant 

"Let's stay as friends." He offered you a snack with a smile, "No hard feelings."  

You nodded in agreement, "Alright deal." You said taking the snack. 

And it happened just as you agreed. No one mentioned the event again, and you both remained good friends, although a little awkward at first.  

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin fanfic #genshin x y/n #genshin imagines #genshin headcanons #genshin scaramouche #genshin diluc #genshin x you #genshin childe #genshin characters #genshin tartagalia #diluc ragnivindr x reader #diluc x reader #diluc #tartaglia #genshin #childe x you #scaramouche x y/n #scaramouche x you #childe x y/n

[swanimagines]

About BatBP schedules for those interested (and an explanation why I've been so absent/slow to publish new stuff):

I've tried to decide what is the best option for a while now. I want BatBP/Bastard and the Blood Princess readers to know when will the next chapter be published as it has gotten an influx of readers and it no longer is a "whatever, no one cares" situation, so I've decided to publish three requests before each BatBP chapter. I've posted only BatBP since last August, minus the Gideon piece in January and Peeta yesterday, so I think it's time to start doing my requests again properly. This means I have 2 oneshots to post before the next BatBP chapter, as The Favourite (Gideon) was posted about two weeks before Chapter 8 of BatBP (can't check because AO3 is under maintentance).

Also a reminder that from that pile of fics I posted here a month ago were posted on AO3 last year, so they weren't "new" and I don't write new stuff fast enough to be able to post daily, or usually even weekly. I recently came back to cross-post here, which is why I posted all that.

This became long, so more below:

Also I know a lot of you are waiting for my new SaB pieces/oneshots, I've been staying away from those because of BatBP but now I may be doing them too again as I'm intending to do my requests semi-regularly as well. Though I will be filling my requests for my other fandoms too, and I don't plan on doing what I did last year, 80% of my published content being either for SaB or one of Freddy's characters (not Kaz).

I have a few reasons for why I've been slow, one reason being that a thing our family has been afraid of for years is now finally happening. Another reason being that I've moved away from where I lived in previously, and a lot of overwhelming stuff has been on the table since this year began because of it as I'm expected to do and be more than I was, despite being incredibly stressed and overwhelmed all the time. And this takes away from my energy to write anything. Requests, BatBP, stuff I write for myself only, I haven't written anything for months, only proofread and edited stuff that was already written and waiting to be published, and there's a bunch of that waiting for me to proofread/edit to be published next.

I don't want to vent about my personal life in detail anymore here, but I hope you will understand that my life is very stressful right now and I'm trying my best to go through your requests, but I'm not a Superwoman and I've learned to set myself a limit so I won't burn out again. And yes, I know there are a lot of writers who publish long pieces daily, every other day, several times a week, and some of you throw me with usernames and compare me to them, and then get back to me with a frustrated message when I don't answer because I don't want to pull them into any drama. Especially when some of them are my ex-friends from when I still was one of the "main" group.

Also I do have one half-excuse why I haven't been writing much after coming back from the con. I feel slightly weird of writing for Freddy's characters/proofreading my finished pieces for them rn because I got to talk to him and hug him a month ago, and I'm still recovering from that shock 😅 Which is also one of the reasons I haven't written anything new for them. But I'm training myself back into it, because I do feel incredibly motivated and inspired to write 100001 pieces for them at one sitting.

But yeah! This was the thing I wanted to talk about, thank you for reading this far. I possibly have a new piece coming tomorrow or over the weekend, I just need to sort my ready to publish requests out and decide which one I'll publish next 👍🏻 (Gotta go to shower and sleep in an hour so can't choose now)

#kaz brekker x reader #the bastard and the blood princess #jentalks

[seeingivy]

hii!

im sorry for bothering you and i hope this is not offending, but i was just wondering when will you release labor of love? i miss satoru soo much and that series really hooked me up and i miss it too. i hope ur doing fine and im not trying to force you to write it, im just wondering. luv ya<3

hi anon! thank you for asking in such a respectful way, I truly really appreciate it. for interest of transparency, I most likely will not be continuing labor of love.

there's a few reasons, that i'll briefly address because I feel like I owe it to the people that were genuinely excited to read and support the story but also as a way to kind of assert my boundaries with my stories moving forward. none of this applies to you anon, but more to other people, because you really are one of like five people who have respectfully interacted with me about this story. i'll just use your ask as my way to address it, kind of a one and done if you will.

one thing I kind of love to do with my stories is like an insane amount of fan service. the last few chapters of my fic roommates that I wrote were just me trying to include all the little things people wanted - things that people had mentioned to me like I want him to kiss the scars, I want this taylor song mentioned, etc. etc. because I knew it would make people happy to read it and I loved the ideas.

that being said, the feedback I received about labor of love kind of turned me off from the story all together. I had multiple people asking me not to include angst (which was a major part of that story in particular), asking me to make them kiss early on (which I did even though that wasn't in my plan), then other people getting mad at me for rushing it (are we seeing a pattern) - it just kind of got to a point where I would go to write the chapter of the story and in the back of my mind get so frustrated/sad with it because I knew I would get a barrage of comments that would make me feel horrible.

and I know that criticism is normal and that this is a me problem and im the one who needs to fix myself, but really I started writing these stories as a way for me to kind of escape and enjoy myself from the normal stressors of life. as a raging people pleaser, my stories are the one place where I get to have control and see things work out the way I wanted. I don't want to take that away from my writing because some part of getting to control things the way I do is so healing for me personally, after things I've been through, and I don't want to be controlled into doing something I don't want ever again.

all in all, I kind of just lost all my drive for writing labor of love. i do want to write gojo fics in the future, and hope that people will be more receptive to it, and i do still write for gojo. another thing is a lot of anons just usually send me messages like right after I post something eren related usually that "omg you don't write for gojo anymore" or "I post too much about eren" which kind of just makes me guilty writing on here. it kind of got to a point where I fully had fics ready but I literally had to wait until I posted a gojo fic in the middle just so I wouldn't get comments like that.

in general, just be kinder to the writers on this app - me and others - because it can genuinely be discouraging and offputting to feel this way in the place I intended as a safe space for myself. and please don't take this as a message to not send me requests or ideas for stories that i'm writing, because I do really love them. just don't ask me to change the entire plot of my story or to delete a chapter I literally just posted because you didn't like it.

#ok #I do love you all also I hope you know that #just wanted to get it off my chest #asks! #ronnie talking to herself

[yokohamapound]

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Hey! I'm in the process of doing a load of housekeeping for all my imagines blogs, which includes replying to any non-request messages in my inboxes, updating/creating to-do lists from my inboxes and drafts, and generally getting back into the swing of things. I don't like to spam people's dashboards by replying to every ask or question I get separately, so I tend to screenshot them and put them all in one post. Some of these are really old - I'm sorry it took me so long to reply!

@xiao-enjoyerz Thank you so much, lovely. I will write a proper Fyodor fic one day, but the silly mouse idea wouldn't leave me alone when I was thinking about doing something fun for April Fool's. Fyodor intimidates me even when I'm the one writing him, but like, in a good way~

Dazai: ...you know, as disturbing as that is to learn, I'm more surprised I didn't give him a degradation kink.

Thank you, my darling. <3

That's literally the highest praise you can give a fanfic writer, honestly. I hope your writing is going well! I'd love to read some if you ever want to drop me a link!

I really hope it's going well for you and that you got your diagnosis! I'm not having much luck. I've sent in my referral request 2-3 times by now and my doctor somehow magically never seems to send it. It doesn't matter how much I chase them. So I'm just out here, rawdogging my existence, unmedicated and unsupervised.

I don't at the moment, but I will be trying to put one together for this blog. I never really did it for my Bleach blog because there were over 1k posts and I physically couldn't, but this blog is still relatively new so I could. I'll also be posting all my headcanons in an anthology-type thing on AO3 soon - ten headcanons per chapter, contents table at the top of each chapter - so I'll post a link to that when it's up. I need a punny name for it, though.

Ooh, so...

Chuuya became my favourite the very second he walked on screen. Bro is gorgeous, he has that scratchy voice, and then he did the Little Rich Girl voice and pose. Favourite character confirmed.

Poe became a favourite when he turned up at the ADA party and went "please don't leave me alone!" because same, Poe, same. Also, my friend describes me as a raccoon (messy, gremlin-like, scrabbly raccoon hands) so I feel like Poe and I would get along great.

Sigma when he gave a bunch of orders then immediately went and freaked out in private.

Fyodor when he was playing the cello for Katsura and when Katsura asked if Fyodor kidnapped him just to make him listen to the cello, Fedya went "No. 💖" It was just the Russian accent and the playful tone. Perfection.

They don't show it anywhere near as much in the anime, which is a shame. It's something that humanises him a little more. They also missed out the little bit after he gets hit with a wine bottle where he says "I got wet and I'm cold. :("

I think it is a compulsion, really. He does seem to do it when he's thinking. He actually bites the skin around his nails rather than the actual nail like they showed in the anime, too.

Hello! Yes, I'm mostly caught up on the manga!

#yokohamapound #replies #asks