#another ~1k words on my art process?

[eliyips]

Can i ask how u do lineart so well,, it looks so smooth,,

I've always been very big on keeping my lineart clean and smooth! :) I'm very inspired by comic and graphic novel illustration, so naturally, I try to take notes from that sort of aesthetic in a lot of my art.

The short answer is that I just have a lot of practice, and am very picky about how my lineart looks. So, I'll often spend a long time making sure it looks just how I'd like it, before moving on, even if the lines aren't necessarily going to be the focus of the final drawing.

The longer answer kinda depends on what lineart you're asking about! The style of my lineart tends to change to fit whatever mood I'm going for, so I have a lot of different line styles with varying levels of smooth-ness.

On the super-smooth end of the spectrum, we have these bubbly, cartoony lines! These are a pain to draw, to be honest. But they really contribute to giving that cute look :) For these, I used the Clip Studio Paint G-Pen, with some minor adjustments to the settings, mainly so that there's not too much line width variation. The uniform, thick lines are important for this look! :) Drawing in this style really just a lot of trial and error. Usually when doing lineart, I'll erase away at lines to get them to the right thickness, or even just clean up a sketch and call that lineart, rather than doing lines on a new layer. But, that's a lot harder to do when the line thickness has to stay consistent. So, I end up just drawing the same line 7 times over, un-doing my work and re-doing it until i'm satisfied. Again, it's a pain! I used to draw like this a lot more frequently, but I stopped because I found that other approaches are often a lot more satisfying and rewarding. This is still great, for that cutesy look, though.

Next, we have what I would affectionately call my ref sheet lines. As much as it's probably a bad idea, I have a habit of just kinda skipping the lining stage of art. I'll just take my sketch, and tidy it up until it's clean enough. But for a drawing where there's only going to be flat colors, that sort of roughness can look sloppy, In my opinion. So, particularly when doing ref sheets, or other art which I don't intend to render, I will actually go through the effort of fully sketching out my idea and lining on a separate layer. The result is a lot cleaner and more deliberate, and looks a lot nicer when colored! Especially if I take the time to color the lineart :) I also really like doing small details with thin lines, particularly body/facial hair, elastic cuffs on clothing, and the seams of clothes, too. I like drawing those little details a lot, and I think they shine the most in my cleaner line style :D

For this, and for most of my lineart, I use these brushes which you can find on the Clip Studio Asset Store:

I'll bounce back and fourth between these, and Kozmo's Scratchy Scribbler brush, which you can find on Ko-fi!

Additionally, I have a modified G-Pen with a pencil texture that I think I made myself? I don't remember making it, but I also don't know where it came from! So i guess I did, lol.

A little more messy than my ref-sheet lines, we have the line style which you probably see most often on my page. As mentioned before, I usually kinda skip the sketch step for these? I don't encourage that, it's a bad habit of mine. But I make it work! I feel like the best way to explain my process with this is to just offer you a timelapse of my lineart process:

I just kinda... go. and it works out! most of the time. lots of cleanup and tweaking, and as you can see with Bdubs and Etho here, sometimes I do actually just. do a sketch and then line over it. So maybe I have no idea what my own process even is, LOL.

Now, to completely abandon your original question here's how i don't do smooth lineart! :D In this style, for the most part, I ignore the cleanliness of my lines, only really erasing with the lasso fill tool, when lines get too cluttered to actually read. Usually I'll only go for this when I'm already planning on painting over the lines. Because sometimes an idea doesn't need or want clean lines, and sometimes I just want to paint some values or slap some colors together and call it a day. Love my clean lines, but scratchy, messy lines are fun too! :)

Not sure if any of this really explained how i do smooth lineart, but I sure did talk about lineart for a while. I hope you could find something interesting or insightful in here! :) thanks for the ask, and I hope you have a great day <3

#inbox #digital art #art process #timelapse #lineart #another ~1k words on my art process? #yippee!!! #askeliyips #ask

[pixelmensupremacy]

Ello! Was wondering if you could make a fic of the three RK boys! Connor, Sixty and Nines fighting over the readers attention while the reader just enjoys whatever is happening. Also the reader acts oblivious on purpose to mess with them. You could add abit more to it!

A/N: I am so incredibly sorry I took that long. I didn't feel like writing and this is absolutely the best I could do.

Word count: 1k

Warnings: Not proofread, GN!reader, idiots in love

It was selfish, but the immense amounts of attention they received brought to them a satisfactory warming feeling that stroked their ego to an amount they couldn’t get enough of.

Having the three most advanced androids in the world practically wrapped around their finger was very flattering itself, although it didn’t help they were equally gorgeous. Despite being almost identical to one another, (Y/N) was attracted to each of them in a different way. Connor’s soft-spoken nature and warm exterior had their heart melting, Nines’ cool façade and icy gaze sent chills down their spine, and Sixty’s fiery personality and mischief, hidden behind his eyes, had them on the edge. Overall, even if they wanted to, they couldn’t bring themselves to choose who they wanted most and quite frankly they have been avoiding making such a decision for as long as they could.

The competition for their attention had become a part of their everyday life. From competing who will get (Y/N)’s morning coffee to who spends most time with them; they were used to it so much so they found it a tad bit annoying. Nevertheless their heart melted at the boys’ attempts to draw them in- the boys’ charm was one of (Y/N)’s only weaknesses.

Taking a sip of the steaming coffee, (Y/N) wasn’t surprised to see the two RK800 models entering the break room just a few minutes after they did.

“Good morning, Detective. I’ve done your reports and organized your desk, so you wouldn’t be occupied with excessive tasks.” Connor explained matter-of-factly, meanwhile, Sixty rolled his eyes.

“Thank you, Connor, but you really didn’t have to.” (Y/N) gave him a guilty, yet appreciative smile.

“I sincerely hope my predecessor doesn’t cause you any discomfort, since he’s clearly inexperienced in the field courtship.” A proud smirk emerged on Sixty’s face meanwhile, Connor fell silent; his eyes widened and his cheeks were dusted with faint traces of blue blush.

“Hello, Detective.” Nines entered the room only eyeing his predecessors before continuing with what was the ultimate reason for him to be there. “I received a new assignment from Fowler himself. A robbery has been reported 15 minutes ago, and we are assigned to investigate the case.”

“Duty calls.” (Y/N) sighed, leaving their coffee behind with a look of disappointment.

Arriving at the crime scene, (Y/N) cautiously approached the lonely building the suspect had been seen entering.

“Detective, let me enter first. The perimeter is at high risk of collapsing, plus the suspect is affirmed to be armed. There’s 78% your life will be extremely endangered if you enter.” Nines spoke in an analytical manner that was in total contrast to the dim flash of worry, well hidden behind his piercing icy irises- yet (Y/N) couldn’t care less.

“Then I’ll take my chances.” They gave him a daring smile before entering the building. Inside the lonely grey walls were covered in abstract street art, each piece representing a different world, the floor was littered with traces of the aftermath of one hopeless and miserable life; plastic wraps and glass cracked under the impact of Nines’ swift steps.

A sudden crashing sound alerted the two detectives. With their guns pointed in the direction the sound came from, they carefully approached a suspicious-looking room. Nines took the lead, gently pushing (Y/N) aside as he busted the door open, almost completely demolishing it in the process. Inside, they was no one in sight.

“Just our luck-“ From behind a strong force caused them to lose balance. Clashing on the ground, (Y/N) was facing the suspect. Kicking him in his groin, they were able to break free and disarm the man, leaving him defenseless underneath him.

Stunned by the suddenness of the events that took place right before his eyes, Nines stood silently, his LED dancing in multiple colors as his CPU still tried to process what he just witnessed- he had never seen (Y/N) in such light.

“Earth to Nines.” (Y/N) raised their voice, successfully anchoring his attention. “Maybe help me a bit, would you?”

Back at the DPD, (Y/N) and the RK boys stood in the observation room, occasionally glancing at the criminal from the comfort of the one-way mirror.

“I’m heading in to question the suspect.” Nines announced but was stopped in his tracks by (Y/N)’s voice.

“Hands off he’s mine.” They winked at the RK900, causing his LED to flicker in yellow.

“That’s what I like about them.” Sixty spoke up only to receive glares from both Nines and Connor.

Sitting opposite the suspect, (Y/N) introduced themselves though the man remained silent. He fidgeted with his fingers, his leg was bouncing, things they didn’t fail to notice. “What makes a handsome man like yourself steal?” (Y/N) raised their brow at the man in a teasing manner, in an attempt to ease the man into a more relaxed state- it appeared to be working.

“You wouldn’t believe what a man is capable of doing when it comes to their partner.” The guy let out a tired sigh, almost causing (Y/N) to feel sympathy for the guy though they knew better.

“Didn’t know girls were still into bad boys.” His lips curled into a wicked grin.

Behind the mirror, the three boys observed closely. Connor caught his bottom lip between his teeth, his fingers fidgeted with his coin- he wasn’t a fan of how the interrogation was going, yet Sixty’s and Nines’ displeasure was more apparent. Sixty’s jaw was clenched, the muscles connecting his defined cheekbones to his sharp jawline flexed under the impact of his anger-fueled reaction meanwhile, Nines’ fingers were tightly squeezed into a knuckle-whitening fist. Luckily for the three of them, after what seemed like hours, the interrogation was over.

Outside the interrogation room, (Y/N) was met with the ocean of emotions that were the boys’ gazes that pierced right through them.

“I am so ready for the lunch break.” A self-satisfied smile curled the corners of their lips, but there was no response. An awkward silence fell upon the four of them. A playful spark flashed in the (E/C) of their eyes.

“Are you three jealous?” The androids simultaneously froze in place, and errors clogged their CPUs. (Y/N) couldn’t help, but giggle. They absolutely loved how much of an effect they had on the boys.

#dbh fanfic #dbh imagine #dbh x reader #connor x you #connor x reader #rk800 x reader #nines x reader #rk900 x reader #rk900 imagine #sixty x reader

[broomsticks]

@thistlecatfics absolute queen of there is nothing wrong with you and you are okay i swear i promise and just unconditional love and acceptance.

and also darkfic 🥰

no but seriously. thank you for all the thoughtful comment love, for braving the tiktok waters to bring us such insightful metas, and hoollyyyy shit your fics. i drop everything and run when any of your fics hits my inbox and all! of! you! should! too!!

plotty casefic packed with backstory and societal commentary and lesbians: you will burn right now but then you won't regret it • flonks • 31k, M. so many female characters and they’re ALL given such rich storylines. the black family dynamics would be absolutely show-stealing in any other fic but fleur manages to be just as if not more fascinating in this fic. also, does this fail the reverse bechdel test?? #goals

finding truth and resolution and that one way out of complicated impossible inescapable situations (tbh this is every thistlecat fic): Icarus • pansy/millicent/parvati • 20k, M. the representation in this fic is also IN-FUCKING-CREDIBLE.

marvellous juggling act of a fic: Two Quaffles Pub • cho/ginny • 9k, M. it’s snappy and smart and avoidant and honest and real and so lovely and i legitimately don’t know how you do it. also, this might be one of my favorite snippets i’ve read EVER:

A woman dating another woman? That’s like playing Quidditch with two Quaffles and no Snitch.

QUEEN of the M rating, of writing sex and kink as such fascinating explorations of power dynamics and power exchange! AND such delightfully defiant takes on canon -- and fanon!

Alphard's Favourite • sirius/peter • 5k, M A Rat in the Drawing Room • regulus/peter • 2k, M Acting Out • narcissa/molly • 2k, M Breathless • dorlene • 400, M

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sometimes thistlecat manages something approximating wholesomeness and it is just as good and somehow just as utterly bring-a-tissue:

Silent Garden • daphne/theo • 1k, T. postwar selective mutism daphne. Family Legacy • tedromeda, remadora, tedoire • 2k, T. Three generations of trans/nonbinary/gender questioning Tonks-Lupins.

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thistlecat’s humor, too, so underrated:

A Farewell Letter • wolfstar • 500, M, Sirius uses a Quick Quotes Quill to let his parents know he's, er, leaving! Height Difference • wolfstar • 500, G SETTLING this age-old fandom debate once and for all! Good Chat • wolfstar/jily/dorlene • 200, E. every! single! word!!

It was a planned action against heteronormativity and a complex statement about the exploitation of reality tv. Alternatively, the islanders were horny and bored.

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literally wrote the goddamn meta on it: Fanfiction as an Arts-Based Trauma Therapy Modality. mandatory reading for anyone who uses fic as personal trauma processing!

speaking of which, i’m gonna necro your uquiz 😂 what ~problematique~ trope are you?

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for an explanation of why i just wrote you a whole ~thing~, check out this post & the ‘mutuals march’ tag below!

#hp femslash #hp rare pairs #wolfstar #blackcest #mutuals march #thistlecat tag #hp fics #my fic recs

[the-fandom-abyss]

First of all, congrats on the 1K!! Very well deserved if I may add :)

I would like to enter for the matchup event!

Here’s some stuff about me based on your template:

Gender/Pronouns: Questioning, Any Pronouns

Sexuality: Lesbian/Queer

Facts About Self: I’m a huge Dungeons and Dragons nerd and a fan of tabletop RPGs in general. I love playing video games to distress after work, even tho I usually play a lot of horror games or FPS. I work with dogs for a living and have a dog of my own.

Strengths/Flaws: I would say I’m good at working with dogs, I’m fairly good at art, and I enjoy writing even though I am scared to post XD. I’ve also been in singing/performing arts from a young age, but I decided not to pursue. Flaws, I would say I can be a bit short tempered at times, and I have a very low tolerance for bullshit. I can be very indecisive at times, and I am more often than not an anxious mess

Fandom: MCU

Appearance: Asian, dark brown hair, brown eyes, 5’2”

Love Language: Quality Time/Words of Affirmation

Pick-Up Line: “Hey girl, are you a lesbian, because… please?”

Hogwarts House: Hufflepuff, but had the option of changing to Ravenclaw on Pottermore

Dream Date: Couch snuggles and movie night

Once again, congrats!! Hope life is treating you well these days!

I ship you with Michelle Jones!

MJ would 100% appreciate your pick up line, she tends to go for the ‘jumble their words, make love eyes’ type of person. If you’re lucky, you would even earn a giggle and an eye roll before she turned on her heel and walked away. Just to see if you would chase after her to continue the conversation. Extra bonus points if you do without skipping a beat.

When MJ suggests that you come over for a study night, it rarely means that. In her defence, it does start that way with books scattered across her bed, a pencil tucked behind her ear and papers with half finished notes. It’s just that as time goes on, books will start to be closed or pushed off the bed. Then before you know it, you are snuggled into her side with a movie playing softly in the background. “What happened to studying?” You would ask, checking if this is truly what she wants before the big exam. “As if you thought that would last”.

Being afraid to post your work is completely normal, MJ likes to tell you that all great writers go through that process. She believes that your writing is amazing, worthy of someone to read. She will even go as far as to give you helpful notes or give you verbal commentary as you show her your newest addition. She respect what you choose to do with your works, whether you keep them to yourself. She is just proud that you did something you enjoyed.

A low tolerance for bullshit you say? Well you have met your match with MJ. She doesn’t take shit from anyone, especially when it comes to her friends and family. When she recognises this quality in you, she offers to team up. If someone happens to open their mouth, and either of you call bullshit. They get the two for one special, both of you will take turns to bite back. You are a formidable force that not many people want to come up against.

Now MJ has dabbled in D&D but has never fully immersed herself in the culture. But when she saw your eyes light up about the newest campaign or details you would have added, she couldn’t help but become interested. She did become confused halfway through with the amount of lore and world building but that didn’t deter her from asking questions. If you were talking, she was listening. A nerd loves to hear another nerds passion, that is why you fit so well together!

1k Follower Celebration

#michelle jones x reader #mcu natchup #spider verse matchup #marvel matchup #michelle jones imagine #michelle jones matchup #MJ match up #mj x reader #mj imagine

[thnxforknowingme]

Cohabiting

Klaine, Rated T, 1k words

Summary: Set between New Directions and New New York, during Blaine’s first semester at NYADA (or, quarter? I guess I don’t know what academic calendar NYADA uses). Living in close quarters with your former crush can be awkward, especially when your fiancé can relate.

Notes: I’ve had this idea for ages, and the @klaine-word-scramble motivated me to actually write it out! I believe I used words from all six of the currently-extant scrambles, including: brain, academy, mad, very, bare, year, gasping, sing, sip, tickle(d), vacated, and act.

Blaine was sitting on the couch with his laptop balanced on his knees, reading an analysis of storytelling techniques in Oklahoma! when he heard his name being called.

“Blaine, buddy,” Sam was saying. “I’m going for a run, you wanna come?”

Blaine finished the sentence he was on before glancing up. When his eyes landed on Sam, he could barely refrain from gasping.

Sam was standing outside the bathroom, wearing a tank top and a pair of athletic shorts. And they were short, like 1980s-basketball-uniform short.

God, look at his thighs, Blaine’s brain thought without his permission. How has he still not signed a modeling contract?

Before Blaine could formulate a response - or even process what Sam had asked, really - Kurt spoke up from where he was leaning against the kitchen counter. “Where’d you get that outfit, Sam?”

Sam glanced over at Kurt. “Thrift store down the block,” he said. “My McKinley gym clothes were getting ratty, so I needed something new to work out in.”

Kurt raised an eyebrow. “Remember to wear sunscreen.”

Blaine took a deep breath, trying not to blush. He hoped Kurt hadn’t noticed him ogling Sam. “I can’t go for a run,” he said, pointing at his computer. “I’ve got homework.”

Sam walked across the room, leaning over Blaine’s shoulder to look at his computer screen. Sam’s bare bicep was inches from Blaine’s face as he reached out to adjust the laptop, and his breath tickled Blaine’s ear as he said, “I don’t get it. It’s an academy of dramatic arts, right? Shouldn’t your homework just be to sing or act or whatever?”

Blaine knocked Sam’s hand away from his computer. “We have to read about stuff, too. Learning the theory behind performance is just as important as the performance itself.”

“Huh,” Sam said, straightening up. “Well, I’m gonna head out. Be back in like an hour.”

He slipped a hair tie off of his wrist as he walked to the loft’s door, pulling his hair into a ponytail.

Once Sam had vacated the apartment, leaving just Kurt and Blaine behind, Blaine turned his attention back to his reading. He’d only gotten through another paragraph when he heard footsteps approaching him, and then the couch cushion sank as Kurt settled on his right side.

“What’s up?” Blaine asked, his eyes flicking over to his fiancé. 

Kurt had a mug of coffee cradled in his hands, and was looking back at him with something like curiosity. “Can I ask you something?”

“Of course,” Blaine replied, setting his laptop aside to give Kurt his full attention.

Kurt brought his coffee to his lips and took a slow sip. “Have you ever been into Sam?”

Blaine spluttered, his body overtaken by shock and guilt. “What?” he exclaimed. “What are you talking about? Of course not -”

Kurt pressed a reassuring hand to Blaine’s knee. “Don’t worry,” he interrupted in a mild tone. “I’m not accusing you of anything. It’s just that I know he’s your best friend, and he’s obviously very attractive, so I wondered if you ever…?”

“You’re my best friend,” Blaine insisted.

Kurt rolled his eyes. “Second-best, then. And you’re avoiding the question.” He gave Blaine’s leg a gentle squeeze. “I won’t get mad at the answer, I promise.”

Blaine stared back at Kurt, but found nothing accusatory or hurt in his expression. He seemed genuinely unbothered by the whole situation.

Blaine glanced up at the ceiling and sighed. “Okay,” he said finally, “last year there was…a period of time…where I had just the slightest crush on Sam.”

“I knew it,” Kurt said, his smile turning smug.

Blaine groaned. “It didn’t mean anything! I just missed you so much, and he was there being nice and cute - I promise it was nothing. Please don’t lord this over me.”

“I would never!” Kurt said, his tone light. “After all, it’d be a little hypocritical.”

Blaine turned his head to face Kurt. “...what??”

Kurt shrugged. “I’m not saying I ever had a crush on him,” he said. “But when he first transferred to McKinley I was…interested, I suppose. In the possibility of him.”

Blaine felt his eyes widen. “Kurt!” he chastised. “How have you never told me this?”

“And then when he moved in with us senior year?” Kurt whispered conspiratorially. “Torture. He’d come to breakfast half-naked, or get back from swim practice all sweaty and damp.”

“Kurt!” Blaine gasped, scandalized.

Kurt gave him a cheeky grin, taking another sip of his drink. “All I’m saying is that…if it’s a bit, let’s say, challenging to have him in the same apartment, I can relate. Even with his stupid hair, he’s still very cute.”

Blaine leaned forward, hiding his face against Kurt’s shoulder. “I can’t believe you’re doing this to me.”

“I’m not doing anything,” Kurt said. “I’m empathizing with you.”

“You’re embarrassing me,” Blaine replied, but there was no bite to it.

Kurt wrapped his free arm around Blaine, pulling him closer. Blaine happily surrendered to his embrace. “You’re only human,” Kurt said. “And god, those shorts.”

“They were ridiculous,” Blaine agreed. “How could he not realize what he was doing?”

Kurt laughed, the movement jostling Blaine slightly. “The cluelessness is part of his charm. There’s a reason every girl in glee club was in love with him at some point or another. I understand the appeal.”

Blaine shifted his head so that he could look up at Kurt. “No one’s as appealing as you.”

Kurt smiled softly. “That was never in question.”

He pressed a kiss to Blaine’s hairline, and then pulled away. Blaine watched the graceful lines of Kurt’s body as he stood up. “I’ll let you get back to your homework,” he said, walking back towards the kitchen. “After all, you’ve got less than an hour until Sam shows up all post-workout sexy and distracts you again.”

“Hey!” Blaine called out, defensive, watching the teasing look that Kurt threw back at him. “Not fair.” But he grabbed his computer and opened it back up, because even if he’d never admit it aloud, Kurt did sort of have a point.

#my fic #one shot #klaine fic #klaine fanfiction #with a heavy sam presence #klaine-word-scramble

[areseebee]

26,34,39 ask game

[in reference to this ask game i posted yesterday]

26. Would you rather write a fic that had no dialogue or one that was only dialogue?

only dialogue all the way. i can make james and erin talk forever if i wanted to, and i often start out scenes with dialogue and then fill in the pieces around it. i see everything so visually in my head, there are definitely times i wish i were writing a script instead of a story so i could see it all play out instead of just imagine it in my head.

34. What aspects of your writing are inspired by/taken from your real life?

i would say that no plot points are specifically taken from my real life - i have not had a real life james/erin situation thank god - but many of the emotional points in everything i've written are pulled from things i've experienced. i know what loss in friendship and romantic relationships feels like, i know what miscommunications and assumptions feel like. i know what falling in love feels like. i know what making mistakes and really hurting someone feels like! and i know what it's like to move on from that and how it has shaped me. so in that way i would say that, yes, there's a lot that i write that is inspired by things i've experienced. but it's more that the things i've experienced help me to better write what i want to write rather than only writing something because i've lived it before.

there is one exception, though. the way i write about erin and her bf post-smoke break is straight up ripped from the headlines of my life. so there's that.

39. Is any aspect of your writing process inspired by other writers or people? If so, who?

this is a cool question but i don't know that i have an interesting answer. i get really, really jazzed by community i guess. like sit down and write 1k words jazzed when i connect with someone, especially an artist or another writer, over a shared fandom love/interest. i'm not sure if that counts for writing process, but i can't say enough about how things like vacation james or smoke break cover art and that feeling like i'm contributing to a really lovely fandom ecosystem in a meaningful way are probably responsible for around 30% of the words i've written. the other 60% has honestly been me figuring it out what works as a writing process for myself.

#ask game #ask

[hansolmates]

shiver | 02

banner done by the wonderful @dnrequests

summary; jungkook changed since he moved out of his small town church community and attended college. when he returns for a christmas mass, you suddenly crave a taste of his fun and carefree life. in exchange, jungkook craves a taste of you pairing; bad boy!jungkook x church girl!reader genre/warnings; childhood friends to lovers, brief childhood friends to enemies, fwb!au, catholic guilt, jungkook is a meanie who eventually turns into a soft tsundere, bicuriosity, sexual exploration, virgin!oc, eventual smut—in this installment: mentions of sex w/c; 1.2k a/n; thanks for the overwhelming amount of love for pt1! now that the plot is p much set up in this installment, the drabble updates will be a lil shorter (around 400-1k) i hope that doesn’t deter anyone. hope this is a good start to your weekend babiesss, next installment will be jjk’s pov! [shiver masterpost]

“You live here?” 

“You’re moving in here?” 

Since the boxes started to pile up the doorstep, Jungkook was wondering all day who’d be occupying the room next to him. It’s a corner room, which made Jungkook doubly jealous because they had a great view of the city. Who knew his new neighbor would be the bobbing bunny who’d chase him in childhood (and all the way to adulthood, apparently.) 

Conversely, you’re also shocked. Your parents checked out this place, and said nothing about Jungkook also living here. Then again, not mentioning it may be the point.

It’s the start of a new semester, and you haven’t talked to Jungkook since that whole Christmas fiasco. You avoided Jungkook for the rest of the holiday, refusing to let him play with you like this. No matter how big your crush may be, you have dignity and five minutes of fondling will not change that. 

“Yeah, finally picked a graduate school.” you drop your last box on top of the pile, “this was the only school my family could compromise on.” 

“Congrats,” his eyes flicker over to the boxes, stacked higher than you, “you need help moving in?” 

You weren’t about to refuse free labor, so you open your door and let him set up. Jungkook knows your tastes, years and years of study groups having you and your friend visiting each other’s rooms up until high school. He color-codes your closet for you, diligently making sure to avoid your delicates and unmentionables. The frames are put up at straight angles, not a corner out of place. While the apartment is small and old, it’ll be your new home for the next year. You’re excited. 

“Still needs that touch,” Jungkook holds his hand out like a frame, going over the blank nooks and crannies of your apartment, “something’s missing.” 

Jungkook sees things you don’t see. You heard one Sunday lunch that Jungkook’s studying to be an architect. To you, whatever’s missing in this apartment is miniscule, even nonexistent. 

You think the missing thing is him, although Jungkook doesn’t know it. He’s poking and prodding around, moving small furniture to different corners and then surveying the corners. Jungkook is the bit of home you’ll get when you’re tired and stressed over work. Maybe you two can be study buddies, or get lunch together on campus. The thought has you warm, wondering if Jungkook will be able to see you anything other than a childhood friend turned pretty. 

“I won’t be bringing much here,” you say reluctantly, running your fingers over the polished kitchen counter, “I still have to go home for church every weekend.” 

Jungkook’s eyes quirk at the revelation that you can’t stay in the city due to hometown obligations, and within reason. Jungkook doesn’t go back every weekend, yet your family expects you to. It was the compromise when you decided to go to graduate school here. 

“Well, not this weekend though right?” Jungkook rocks on his heels, black toe socks rubbing against the dark hardwood floor as he meets you behind the counter, “since your parents think you’ll be too busy unpacking?” 

“Maybe?” you throw the question right back at him, unsure of where he’s going with this. 

“There’s a party at my friend’s house Saturday night. There could be some classmates in your major, meet some new friends?” 

Jungkook’s inviting you to a party. Jungkook’s going to take you to a party to help you make new friends and socialize with people other than your nosy uncles and aunts. You don’t even have to answer, the adoration on your face evident. Jungkook will introduce you to people, show you off, get you drinks. 

(Maybe he’ll even kiss you goodnight.) 

You shake that thought off quickly, knowing that kind of desire will get you in trouble. You need to take things slowly if you have any chance of being with Jungkook. Going to the party as friends will be more than enough. 

He tucks his finger under your chin, forcing you to look at him. There’s nothing romantic about the action, no matter how you spin it around. Your eyes are perpetually glued to the floor, painfully meek, “I’ll pick you up at eight.” 

“She’s so weird!” 

You stiffen at the exclamation, clutching your red plastic cup with both hands as you lean against the wall that connects the kitchen to the hallway. They can’t see you if you act like a wallflower, so you hold your breath and wait for the blow. 

“C’mon, church girls are like that,” that’s Park Jimin’s voice, the first friend Jungkook introduced you to when you walked in the house. His voice sounds kind through the R&B music blasting through the flat screen television, yet it still rubs you the wrong way that he refers to you as a “church girl.” Jimin’s no better than the girl who’s talking about you. 

“But Jungkook isn’t like that,” It’s Nayeon that starts this, and it saddens you slightly because you wanted to be her friend. She was all smiles and sweet stares when Jungkook was by your side, but you suppose none of that kindness was directed towards you. “He’s cool. She dresses like a fifties school teacher and has barely said ten words all evening! I don’t know what Jungkook was thinking.” 

Speaking of, where is Jungkook now? It’s been twenty minutes since you’ve last seen him. Twenty minutes of taking sips at a haphazardly mixed drink and twiddling your fingers as you try to insert yourself into a puzzle that you’re not cut into. 

“Besides,” Nayeon’s voice twinkles through the room, clear as day, “He only invited her out of pity. I’m pretty sure he’s fucking Jungyeon in the bathroom right now.” 

Bile rises though your throat like rain in a well, threatening to spill over and embarrass you further. Your fingers crush the plastic slightly, curling and bending at your whim. 

To torture yourself further, you take slow steps towards the bathroom. What you hear has tears spilling over your eyes. Jungkook’s heady voice, a girl’s soft cries that penetrate through the walls and into your ears. It’s not the sex that gets you upset, nor Jungkook’s desire to leave you for another girl. 

You’re not a charity case, you’re not an object to be pitied. You’re not a sheltered church girl. Sure, Jungkook may not feel that way. Yet Jungkook put you in an environment where others are typecasting you, making you feel like you don’t fit in. Jungkook didn’t even warn you when he ditched, a common courtesy that you know for a fact friends do for each other, even though this is your first real college party.

When you bolt out of there and drive home, you don’t go to your apartment. You set the GPS to take you straight home, back to your tiny town. You begin your recovery process early Sunday morning. 

A scalding hot shower, to scrape away the smell of alcohol on your body. 

You spend early morning cleaning the storage room and the classrooms, scrubbing away until everything’s shining. 

You pray and apologize for the pleasure and pain—for giving into temptation on Christmas Day and the toppling results of that. 

Once you get home, you spend a pretty penny on decorating your apartment. Clashing art pieces—anime posters, random florals, a cat mug. Things that you like, things to make yourself happy. 

These are steps in the right direction. You need a cleanse. Specifically a cleanse for Jeon Jungkook. 

#btsguild #btswritingcafe #kwritersworldnet #btsghostie #ficswithluv #jungkook x reader #jungkook smut #jungkook fic #bts smut #bts fic #bts angst #kpop fic #hansolmates

[spxllcxstxr]

Yellow Sticky Notes • R.L

(Gif not mine)

Request: maybe an imagine where the reader is dating remus and puts sweet love notes into his books to constantly remind him how loved he is 🥺 — anon

Summary: Remus finds your lovely paper trail in his books while in the hospital wing

Warnings: mention of food, mentions of injuries, mention of full moon, Remus being a bit insecure, fluff

Word Count: ~1k

A.N: Do me a favor? Disregard the fact that Post It Notes were invented in 1980. Let’s just push that date back a tad...I honestly don’t know how I feel about this one? I love Remus so much so maybe that’s why I can’t seem to love the things I write about him because I feel I don’t do him justice. Anyway, I hope you enjoy! Love you all ❤️

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Remus sits alone in the hospital wing, all his friends stuck in class, while he’s forced to suffer in the all too familiar scratchy bed.

The full moon the night before gave him deep purple bruises all along his abdomen, a foot facing the entirely wrong way, and a brand new inflamed scar running from the bottom of his left earlobe all the way to the corner of his left eye.

When Madam Pomfrey reluctantly held up a mirror in front of him earlier in the morning, he almost snatched it out of her hands in a fit of rage and threw it across the room. He would’ve, if he wasn’t too weak to even lift up a finger.

But that was before James made his way down with a plate of breakfast, Sirius with an armful of jumpers, and Peter with a fluffy pillow from Remus’ very own bed.

You had come running down with his school bag filled to the brim with his favorite Muggle novels.

Just seeing them gave him the strength he needed to get through the rest of the day.

The four of them stayed as long as possible, but Slughorn made it very clear the last time they were late to class that detentions would be the least of your problems. He was threatening to write home, and no one wanted that.

You pressed a quick kiss to his lips before dashing out, his eyes trailing after your retreating form.

He sighs before picking up the novel closest to him on the nightstand. It’s one he’s almost done with, only a chapter or two left.

Remus opens to the dog-eared page, but notices something different about the paper.

Smack dab in the center of the page sits a pale yellow square, your elegant scrawl resting on top of it. Bringing the book closer to his face, he reads out your note.

Dear Remus,

Over the summer, Lily sent me a pack of these Muggle things called sticky notes. I think they’re absolutely fascinating, don’t you? There’s this sticky stuff on the back and that’s what makes it stick onto stuff. Sometimes I think these Muggles are geniuses! There’s one hundred in a pack and I’ve decided to use them all. Let’s see if you can find the other ninety-nine.

Love forever,

(Y/n)

Narrowing his eyes, he turns his head to look at the other books you brought down for him.

Slowly, he closes the book in his hands and grabs another one from his bag.

Sure enough, on the first page, there’s another pale yellow sticky note with your handwriting.

100 Reasons Why I Love Remus Lupin (even though the list is ever expanding)

#46. You’re extremely kind and willing to help everyone. From helping first years with Herbology homework to quizzing me on History of Magic revolts because Merlin there are too many, you’re always happy to help. I don’t know how much you hear it, so thank you.

His thumb traces over the dried ink, soaking in the words. His heart swells as he bites his lip.

He repeats the process with another book.

100 Reasons Why I Love Remus Lupin (even though the list is ever expanding)

#96. You never complain when I fall asleep after begging you to read to me in bed.

Remus snorts, remembering all the times you’ve begged him to read to you while cuddled up underneath a mountain of blankets and then hearing your light snores in the middle of the chapter. You liked to tell him it was because his voice was so calming, but he never really believed it until now.

There were four more books in his bag and he lifts the rest of them onto his bed as fast as possible. His body groans in pain, but that doesn’t matter to him.

100 Reasons Why I Love Remus Lupin (even though the list is ever expanding)

#29. You are so strong. So much stronger than you believe. And your strength gives me hope every single day.

A blush runs up his neck, painting his face pink. Maybe because his emotions are running rampant, but he feels tears welling up in his eyes.

He swallows roughly, picking up the next book, it’s spine cracked from use.

100 Reasons Why I Love Remus Lupin (even though the list is ever expanding)

#7. Your smile. The way it lights up the room. I know you don’t like it so much because your canines are tinted a bit yellow and your front tooth is crooked, but honestly, love, it’s beautiful. Every time it makes its way across your face I forget how to breathe and my heart skips a few beats.

Instinctively, said smiles grows wide. He must look crazy, sitting all alone, smiling maniacally at some novel but he couldn’t care less.

Excitedly, he grabs another.

100 Reasons Why I Love Remus Lupin (even though the list is ever expanding)

#15. How on my bad days you’ll curl up in bed next to me and just hold me close to your chest. You’ll let me cry and make a snotty mess on your jumper. I swear I’m an ugly crier and yet you still look at me like I’m the most stunning person in the castle.

This note has a little heart scribbled in the corner, something he finds extremely cute.

He quickly flips open the cover of the last novel.

100 Reasons Why I Love Remus Lupin (even though the list is ever expanding)

#78. Would it be shallow of me to say that you’re extremely attractive? Because Godric, Rem, you are so fucking amazing to look at. Like a work of art. And I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking about your scars. Well guess what Lupin, those are beautiful too. It’s my mission to kiss every single one of those scars and I’m no quitter.

He brings his hand up to trace over the new scar, wincing. Before, he was feeling insecure about another white monstrosity ripping through his skin, but knowing that soon enough your soft lips were going to trace over said line, he felt a little bit better about it.

Though his smile has turned into a goofy grin, he’s saddened by the fact he has no more notes to look at. It’s probably for the best, so he can save them for another time.

You don’t get around to visiting your boyfriend in the hospital wing until after classes.

James and Sirius had Quidditch practice, so they dragged Peter with them so you could have some alone time with Remus.

You open the large oak doors quietly, hoping not to disturb him.

You push your way through the white curtains surrounding his bed, greeted by the sight of him surrounded by the books you brought down for him.

“How was class, love?” Remus asks, patting the spot next to him.

You take your seat, pressing your shoulder to his own.

“Quite boring, honestly—“

You’re cut off by Remus’ chapped lips connecting to your cheek. He repeats his actions, peppering seven kisses all around your face.

“What was that for, Rem?” You ask, your fingertips hovering over the spots he kissed.

“One kiss for every lovely note.” He replies, flashing you that bright smile that just makes your knees weak.

“Well in that case,” You smirk, gazing into his honey brown eyes. “I can’t wait for the other ninety-three.”

•

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#Remus Lupin #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin blurb #remus lupin imagine #remus lupin fluff #the marauders x reader

[maireadralph]

Entrapdak Zine 2 - Let’s a Go!

So just like the last Entrapdak Zine issue let’s do another one! 

The deadline for this will be DEC 1st 2021 at 9AM GMT (don’t know when that is in your timezone? Please use this handy dandy online countdown tool  

As it’ll be the holiday season there will be a slightly longer delay in processing the zine this time but I assure you all it will be out as soon as possible and in time for the holidays.

Our basic guidelines are the same as before, with just a few minor updates:

This will be:

A Digital Zine containing content created by the fans for the fans

A 100% Free Zine

Preferred Language is English

You may notice I run this different to other zines as there is no sign up period, just submit work before the deadline - I’d rather people have more time to work on their pieces 

Anyone can submit regardless of age or skill level - this is not a job application - just follow the guidelines and email in your work

Submission can be Fan Writing (poems, fan fiction, character analysis, eassys etc), Fan Art, or even photos of your Entrapdak IRL content (cosplays, fancrafts etc)!  You can submit an older work that you have published online previously if you wish - or even update a work you submitted to the last Zine! Just have fun!

Guidelines applicable to all work:

Content Age Rating:

Like the show this Zine will contain content rated Y7 and PG13 rated - so please no swearing 

There WILL BE NO NSFW or 18+ content - where possible let’s keep this suitable for all ages please

Sub note on character minimum clothing requirements: 

for male presenting characters to be speedos/underpants

for female presenting characters to be a bikini/bra and underpants 

if not sure please use the female presenting criteria

Theme:

Keeping in the spirit of Entrapdak the theme if you wish to use it is:

“Holiday”

This theme is a suggestion and is also flexible enough to be interpreted as Easter, Summer Holidays, Halloween or the Christmas Holiday season! If you’d rather make an Entrapdak piece without this them please feel free to do so. I want you to have fun!

Allowed Characters:

As long as both Entrapta and Hordak are the main focus and the piece follows Age Rating it will be allowed.

Other allowed characters in the Entrapdak family include Emily, Imp and the Clones (also known as Spacebats)…yes weirdly this also  includes Horde Prime.

Other She-Ra characters will be allowed but Entrapdak is to be the core element.

Phew that’s a lotta text sorry about that - now on to the fun stuff! What sort of stuff is allowed?

Sex Swap AU, Species Swap AU, Furry AU, Toony AU, Anime AU, Fankid AU, Coffee Shop AU, married AU, Spacebat AU, just besties AU just to name the few that pop into my head! Oh yeah Canon Lab Partners Entrapdak too…hehe nearly forgot about that one XD. Make something Entrapdak related that’s PG13 rated and have fun!!

Fan Writing guidelines:

This includes fan fiction, analysis eassys, poetry or whatever else you’d like to write about.  I would ask this content to be between 1k-10k words in length, it’s not a big deal if the writing is over 10k or even if it’s 20k - write whatever your story needs. Chapters are totally okay to!

Where possible I’ll place written work on a cream or off-white background but if you’d like me to keep it exactly as you submit it I will respect your wishes.

Fan Art guidelines:

Fan art can include rough sketches, screencap redraws, comics (appox 1-10 length), coloured sketches or full colour pieces. 

Fan art can be in the digital or traditional medium.  

Traditional fan art can either be submitted as a photo or scanned, which ever you prefer.

Preferred sizing for Digital art (different from last time):

My aim to to have everything on A4 paper sizing where possible*

2480px x 3508pm DPI 132 

Portrait layout is preferred**

PNG is preferred but I will understand if you only wish to send a workable JPEG

The aspect ratio (width:height) of A4 paper is 1:1.4142 (1:√2)

Here’s a prepared A4 Canvas PSD File (2480pm x 3508px 300DPI) if you’d like to download it and use it

Notes: 

*Images outside these sizings are still okay but may end up with a white border on the edges due to the PDF publishing settings.  

**Images in the landscape layout will get boarders when posted on a portrait page due to the PDF publishing settings, however I will make some extra pages at the end of the Zine and attempt to turn landscape art into a two page spread.

How to Apply:

Make your content and email it to entrapdakzineisluvd[at]gmail.com by DEC 1st 2021 at 9AM GMT 

Please make sure to include your Social Media contacts and which name or username you wish to be identified by.

I will reply to confirm I have received the content and that’s it I take care of the rest!

FAQs:

Why no Application form?

I don’t want anyone to feel like they are applying for a job here, this is supposed to be fun.

Will there be Guest Artists or Guest Writers?

If they apply sure, I’m not advertising who applies to be a part of this Zine until it’s ready to be published.  I don’t want anyone to feel intimidated just because a certain person has chosen to participate.

Can I submit more than one piece?

If you’d like to certainly!  If you’d like to submit up to three pieces of art and 3 fan writings, sure go for it! I’m certainly not going to stop anyone having a good time

May I post a preview of my work to my Followers?

Sure! Bonus points if you link them to this post so that they can take part if they wish

May I post my work online?

I would ask if you could please wait until the issue featuring your work is published. Of course this does not apply if you are chosen to submit and older work - in this case may I ask that you edit or add to said post to mention the work was also used in the Zine?

Is this only for people with a [insert certain social media account here]?

Nope, this is for anyone who wants to take part.  I only ask for a social media contact so that others who like you work for the Zine may follow you on your preferred social media platform.

I want to submit but I don’t want to share my email address or any identifing information 

Sure I’m happy to offer this solution to anyone who wishes to remain anonymous for whatever reason they don’t need to explain

simply upload work to a file sharing website (Google Drive or Dropbox is preferred) 

Send the link via the Tumblr Anon Ask feature on my Tumblr (this will NOT be published publicly).  

If you feel up to it please state a colour, number and choose to be a Clone or an EKS - this will be your ONLY identifier.  Failure to state any will result in a random combination chosen

Please not I DO NOT KEEP any records of anyone’s email addresses.  When the Zine is out I batch delete all emails sent to the email address and I keep no further records of these address. I respect your email privacy at all times.

Ah I can’t get this done before the deadline - it’s almost ready!!!  I need another day!!!!

Contact me, either through the submitting email over via my Tumblr or Twitter DMs. I might be able to work something out.  I’m here to help, please don’t ever be afraid of me.  Worse comes to worse it’ll just have to go in the next issue…

More Entrapdak Zines??

Sure why not? If the community still wants them I’ll keep compiling them ever three or so months.  I’ve seen what us nerds can do!

Where can I find the finished Zine?

All finished Zines will be hosted on a shared Google Drive link.  Please share it with your other Entrapdak friends when it is ready.

#entrapdak #entrapta #hordak #entrapdak zine #spop #zine #it's that time again #fanzine #open #well it's always open #I know where you nerds live

[kaistrex]

2021 Fic Year in Review

I won't be finishing anything else before the year is up, so I thought it was time for this. No one tagged me but it looked fun so here we go 😂 Edit: Now tagged by @raisesomehale! 🥰

Personal ramblings ahead!

Total number of completed works

10

Total word count:

161,800+ 😱

Fandoms written in:

Teen Wolf

Looking back, did you write more fic than you thought you would this year, less, or about what you’d expected?

Considering at the beginning of January I didn’t think I’d write a goddamn thing or be involved in fandom at all, a helluva lot more haha. This is the most I've written in a single year ever, easy.

What’s your own favorite story of the year?

Where the Real Beasts Are (yep, I’m still banging on about it 😂) because I persevered with it after 4 years of writing and wrote my first 100k+ fic 🤗

The runner-up is Home though. I’m really proud of the plot idea for that fic ^^

Did you take any writing risks this year?

I think signing up for the big bang was a risk, even though I didn’t realise it at the time! I think in my sign up application, I estimated my fic would be in the 20-30k range, but then it grew and grew to 2-3x that length. I realised around the end of June that the daily word count goal I set just wasn’t going to cut it, so I had to double it to 1k a day, and for the month of July, all I did every evening was sit in front of my laptop and slave away. I’m not built for that kind of level of production haha

I ended up getting it finished and self-betaed (a process which took like 10 hours 😂) 30 minutes before it was due to be revealed to everyone on my posting day. It was not a fun time, and I actually kind of grew to resent the fic haha woops~

Do you have any fanfic or profic goals for the new year?

I’d really like to get my Lonely Stiles fic off the ground. I’ve added another plot thread to it that has turned it into a longfic from the long oneshot I’d planned because there was something missing, so it’s well on it’s way to taking shape. I’d really love to be able to write the whole thing and then post it to a schedule because that’s something I’ve never done before.

I did intend to use it for my big bang piece if I sign up again, but now it’s going to be chaptered, I really don’t want to have to post it all at once per the event rules, so... we’ll see!

Most popular story of the year?

Probably Cloaked in Gold? I’ve never had such a strong reception to a fic before which was especially mind-boggling considering I thought I was just sending it out to die because it had to be posted all in one go.

Story of mine most under-appreciated by the universe, in my opinion:

Home. The reception for the fic even now it's finished has been pretty soft (the Secret Santa fic I posted 3 days ago is already on it’s way to eclipsing it via kudos by the end of the week 😂) On the other hand though, in the 5/6 years I’ve been writing Sterek, I’ve never had such incredible comments as I got on that fic which I still think about even now, AND it inspired someone to draw art so I really have nothing to complain about 🥰💖💖💖

Most fun story to write:

Probably Lemon & Ginger or The Hand-me-down. Generally when I write, I'll always hit a section where I think I just want this bit to be dooooonnnne, but both of these were short and mostly written over the course of a day, so they came to me pretty easily. They just felt right 😊

Biggest Disappointment:

I’d completely forgotten about this, but now I’m laughing remembering when I ‘un-privated’ a fic I hate because people had been asking after it and sharing pdfs anyway, thinking I’d just do it quietly and it would be there for the people that wanted it and I wouldn’t have to think about it ever again, only to discover that it sent out a notification to HUNDREDS of my ao3 subscribers. That was... unfortunate to say the least 🤣 Does that count?

Biggest surprise:

The reception to Cloaked in Gold. I was blown away by the response to it. I keep getting comments on it with regularity even now, even though usually once something's posted, comments dry up after a few days.

#personal #fic year in review #mywriting #i love an excuse to ramble about this stuff #i have no one else to talk to about it 😂

[weasleydream]

unfairness

here it is, my participation to @omgrachwrites​ writing challenge! once again, congrats for 1k love, so happy for you!!

the prompts were “I’ll feel much better if you let me walk you home.” ; “I really want to kiss you right now.” “Do it then.” and “This is all in my head. It’s all happening in my head.”

As usual, feel free to like, comment, reblog and enjoy!

TW: the end can be a bit violent

masterlist 

We had realized our relationship wasn’t as bright as we had thought when an umpteenth rumor about us had spread between Hogwarts’ walls, at some point during our sixth year of school. It wasn’t the first, far from that, but it was definitely the worst because it also involved this Ravenclaw guy whose name was still unknown to me at the time. As far as I could tell, there had always been jealous girls that had tried to get Fred to dump me, and plenty of boys that wanted to convince me that they had more to offer than the Weasley boy. The only difference with this rumor was that Fred kinda despised said Ravenclaw boy because of a Quidditch match the year before, and he had turned his nervousness into a burst of anger I hadn’t anticipated. Problem is that, at the same time, I had heard Angelina telling Katie that Lee had told her that George had implied that Fred was seeing someone else, and just everything that had happened that year had gotten the best of me. 

Our first break up had occurred a week after we had heard about these rumours, and during the rest of our sixth year and most of our seventh until now, we had ended our relationship twice more. 

The worst in all of this was that I loved Fred. So fucking much. I loved him and I was ready to do anything for him, and I knew it was the same for him, but it was just not possible to keep a relationship as ours was. We didn’t have the same interests at all, Fred was obsessed with his shop project and me with the learning of defense against the dark arts (through Dumbledore’s army, of course). He was nonchalant and sometimes forgetful, I was fussy and very sensitive. When one of us was too busy, a date planned was quickly forgotten and the fight very likely to happen. 

That’s why, as I was in my dorm trying to choose what to wear, the main question in my mind was to know if it was worth it. A few clothes were scattered on my bed, and two pairs of boots were thrown on the floor. It had been almost half an hour and I only had twenty minutes left before having to join Fred who would probably be waiting for me in the common room. I had hoped this little preparation session would help me ease my terrible mood but it seemed that it was a fail. Finally opting for comfortable jeans and one of Fred’s sweaters - even though we were almost in June, the week had been a bit cold - I spent the rest of my time reading again some transfiguration notes. I headed downstairs exactly twenty minutes later only to find the common room completely empty. 

“Of course…” I muttered. 

As soon as the portrait opened, the noise in the corridors broke the silence I had been plunged in for an hour. Some people were talking about the coming exams, others about the next class they would have. Not once did I hear my name in a conversation, which had become quite rare with the time. I had learned the hard way that people always had something to say about my relationship with Fred, and if there wasn’t any tasty gossip, then inventing one wasn’t a problem.

I found Fred in the great hall, sitting with George, Ron and Harry. They were all talking about something that had to be classified as a defence secret considering how they suddenly became interested in everything that wasn’t me. Ron and Harry turned to Hermione, who was sitting at the table behind them, and George patted Fred’s shoulder before nodding at me and leaving without a word. It was usual, this taciturn behaviour George had when I was here; we had never gotten along that well, and if I was being honest, it was probably another problem between Fred and I. 

We headed outside and took the road to Hogsmeade. We were walking next to each other, our hands brushing every now and then without ever really touching. The distance had become natural, touches were rare now and it was in moments like these that I hated it the most. Hating on the happy couples we saw on our way was easier than trying to find something nice to talk about, so that’s what I did. Fred looked like he was lost in his world and he only gave me some attention when he pushed the Three Broomsticks’ door for me. We found a table against a window, which provided a nice warmth, and Fred put his jacket on the chair. 

“Butterbeer or hot chocolate?”

“You know the answer.” I said, playing with my sleeve.

“So it’ll be hot chocolate with chamallows for the damsel.”

He left with a smile to order our drinks, leaving me alone for a good five minutes. When he came back, a pint of butterbeer in one hand and a mug of hot chocolate in the other, I had had plenty of time to ruminate over everything I had decided to talk about with him during the past two days. However, the chuckle that shook his shoulders when he told me about the guy who had just tripped with three bottles of butterbeer in his hands stopped me. It could be a good afternoon, and these were too rare for my liking. It happened of course, our relationship wasn’t absolute hell, but it had definitely worsened with the time. 

“Y/N, you okay? You look quite pale.” Fred was looking at me with concern in the eyes. “No, don’t tell me: I bet a galleon you’ve been working on your potion essay until very very late at night. How right am I?”

“Very right,” I muttered before passing a hand on my face. “I don’t get it. How can you spend so little time on your work without being at least a little bit nervous?”

“You know I don’t really care about all of this. I’ve got other priorities and bigger ambitions.”

“I know, but you’ll need this knowledge, won’t you?”

Fred was keen to avoid another argument, and he sighed loudly. 

“We’ve already talked about this Y/N, George and I can do without all this scolar stuff. Plenty of people have done that already.”

“I know, I know.”

“I’m sorry we’ve spent all that time arguing.” added Fred after a pause. “It’s not time we can gain back.”

“Maybe we can’t,” I began cautiously, “but we can try to do better. Try not to lose more time.”

“It’s not like we have more time to lose anyway.” Another pause. “Do you want to take a walk? Looks like it’s getting warmer outside.”

We got up and exited the pub. Indeed, the sun was higher in the sky and its rays weren’t hidden by clouds. The warmth on my face was more than welcome, and the pleasant sensation made me forget Fred’s last sentence. 

This time, he grabbed my hand and we exchanged jokes on the way back to the castle. We bumped into a few friends and even one or two professors, but most of the time it was just Fred and I. Until the moment we arrived near the castle entrance, that is. 

“Hey Y/L/N, how are you?”

A Slytherin guy stepped in front of me, obliging me to stop and pull on Fred’s hand. The least I could say was that he didn’t look pleased at all with the interruption. The Slytherin didn’t look like he gave a care and kept smiling at me. 

“I was thinking, we could go to Hogsmeade together one of these days. I mean, I guess you want to cover your back, so I’m here if-”

I wanted this pretentious git to shut up, and it looked like Fred had read in my mind because his fist collided with the nose of the guy with a disgusting noise of cracked bone. 

“That’s what you get for trying to ask my girlfriend out.” he muttered before grabbing my hand. 

I should have said something, whether thank you or are you crazy? but in all honesty I was trying to calm my heart, which was beating like crazy. It was rare to hear such words from Fred’s mouth or so it had become, but hearing him calling me his girlfriend, punching a guy that was hitting on me, that gave me hope for our couple. 

And it made it even more painful when, a few weeks later, Fred left Hogwarts with George on his broom without a word to me. Without something as simple as a glance behind. All I could do was watch helplessly as he saluted Peeves and flew away and try to process the fact that he was giving up on me. Did that mean that we weren’t together anymore? That he had decided on his own he had enough of me, that I wasn’t worth the effort? It’s right here, alone in this crowded corridor after the most crazy departure from the castle we had witnessed, that I understood the meaning of what Fred had told me back at the Three Broomsticks, during our last date. It’s not like we have more time to lose anyway. What an idiot I had been! Here I was, thinking he was talking about the war, persuaded that he was just being extremely pessimistic, when he was in fact confessing that he was going to leave the castle and basically dump me without having the decency to assume it in front of me! I got back to my dorm, trying my best to keep a neutral face as I knew most of the students I would bump into were going to search for the slightest ounce of pain on my face. I only let my walls crumble when I got to the common room, and the first sobs left my mouth when the door of the dorm was closed. 

I threw myself on my bed and grabbed the pillow that I wedged underneath my chest. The anger would come later; for now, I needed to cry as many tears as I had in stock. I stayed in my bed the rest of the day, did surprisingly well in faking sleep when the dorm filled, and spent an agitated night. When I got up the next morning, my first thought was to wonder why my head was so heavy and painful, and when I remembered, my second thought was that it was time for anger. I grabbed my prettiest shirt, slipped in a particularly fitting pair of jeans, and watched myself in the mirror, hoping to fool people enough to avoid questions. At the sight of my dull skin, my eye bags and my glossy eyes, I realized the most beautiful clothes in the world wouldn’t make me feel better, so I sighed, grabbed my bag, sighed again and left the dorm with one goal: forgetting Fred Weasley, my love for him and the pain he had caused me. 

_ _ _ 

A few months later, it had become very obvious that I had failed that goal. I was still full of resentment toward Fred and what he had done, and I was able to get really irritated when someone reminded me of him in any way. The fact that I had gotten involved completely in the Order and that most of his family was in it too didn’t help at all and it had led to a few encounters I would have given anything to avoid. Fortunately, he was busy with his joke shop and we never saw each other long enough to say more than hello. Well, that was before Mrs Weasley organized a diner at the Burrow with a few members of the Order, me included. 

She had been particularly pleased to see me, and Ginny had confessed it was because her mother was persuaded I would run away. 

“You know, because of the git I have to call my brother.” she had added with a disapproving pout. 

Ginny had been very disappointed in Fred when he had left, not because of school because she would have done the same if she could but because he had left me on the sidelines. She was a good friend and confident, and even though family was everything to her, she had assured me she would never forgive Fred for what she used to call “a very stupid mistake”. However, as I was squeezed on the couch between her and Tonks, all the support she could provide me wasn’t enough considering the fact that Fred was only a meter or two away and his eyes were fixed on me. I was repeating myself that it didn’t matter, I didn’t care, it didn’t matter, but his gaze seemed to be getting heavier as the minutes passed by. It took me a good quarter of an hour to gather enough courage to look directly at him with the idea of making him understand he was annoying me, but the strange sparkle in his eyes intrigued me more than it should and I found myself looking away faster than what my ego could accept. A few seconds later, his hand was on my shoulder. 

“Do you mind if we talk?”

Ginny’s elbow hit my ribs repetitively until I sighed. I got up without a word and lifted an eyebrow, which Fred interpreted as a positive answer and apparently as an authorization to grab my hand. 

“Don’t go too far.” I warned before removing my hand and walking toward the stairs. 

I didn’t know how this would turn out as we hadn’t had any proper conversation since he had left months ago. All this rancour I had built up was ready to resurface at any moment, and I wanted to do my best to avoid the disaster. That’s why I decided it would be better if this conversation happened on a ground as neutral as possible, which would be complicated considering the fact that I was in his childhood home, but not impossible. I settled for a room I was sure wasn’t the twins’, maybe Bill’s, and if he wondered why this choice, Fred never questioned it out loud. The door closed behind his back, and I was surprised to notice that it didn’t cause me any anxiety. 

“You look tired.” he finally said with a certain hesitation when he understood I wouldn’t speak first. 

Quite honestly, I had imagined a lot of things, but certainly not this. 

“I’m- what? What does that mean?” I added with a grunt. 

“It means I think you look tired. Is it that surprising?”

“That you’re concerned for my well-being? Since you left school without telling me and didn’t give me any news I have to admit that yes, it’s surprising!”

It was too late to contain my anger as it seemed, and I decided the best I could do was leave the room before exploding. It was without counting on Fred though, who visibly didn’t want me to leave. 

“Get out of the way Fred, there’s nothing left to say.”

“That’s where you’re wrong, there’s everything to say.”

We looked each other in the eyes for quite a long time, and I eventually sighed before looking away, too afraid of the heartbeat my heart missed. 

“I know you don’t want to hear it, but I’m sorry for what I did.”

“You’re right, I don’t want to hear it.”

“I wanted to tell you, really, I did, but things weren’t great between us and… I don’t know, I didn’t think that much.” I scoffed and took a step backward. Fred’s eyes were filled with what I had a hard time admitting was sadness - or regret, maybe? - and they followed every movement I made to sit on the bed. “Listen Y/N, back then I really loved you and I still love you now. But this thing between us… It turned out not good at all, it wasn’t healthy for us to keep it the way it was.”

“So you think you only had two options? You decided by yourself you had to choose between staying with me and keep suffering or leaving without a word?” My voice was maybe a bit louder than intended, but it was too late to keep my heart closed. He wanted a discussion, he would have it. “You never for a second imagined we could make it work again? Fred, what you did was breaking my heart, nothing else!”

“And I broke mine in the process.” 

“I- I don’t believe you. You’re the one who made the decision, you are the responsible. You are responsible!”

Fred looked away, and I could have sworn he was tearing up. All the words he could have come up with wouldn’t have changed my mind, but the tears that were now threatening to run down his face made my anger falter. It wasn’t pity but comprehension; these tears, they had covered my face so many times these last months and even before that I could recognize them undoubtedly. I was blaming Fred for leaving me, and even if I wouldn’t forgive him for the way he did it, blaming him for wanting a true breakup would be hypocritical. After all, hadn’t I thought about it myself? The only difference was that Fred had been brave enough to end it, not me. But that didn’t make the abandon any less painful, or these last months any less hard to think about. 

“Why now? It’s been months, why do you apologize now?”

Fred sniffed quietly and passed his hand on his face, wiping away a few tears in the process.

“Would you have let me apologize before?” Of course not, I would have punched him and left. “We were both hating me for what I did Y/N, and… I know I’m not pardonable, I just want you to understand that I regret and that no matter what happened, I’ll always be there if you need me.”

“I’ll be too Fred, trust me. But you’re right, you’re not pardonable.”

And I left without saying anything else, closed quietly the door between Fred and I, and it felt like it was the definitive end for us. 

_ _ _ 

Something like three weeks later, the situation of the wizarding world had worsened exponentially. Attacks from death eaters were getting more and more common, and this toward muggles, blood traitors and members of the Order. Two weeks ago, I had participated in my first real monitoring mission with Tonks, and that had made me a veritable member of the Order with all the dangers that it implied. My relationship with Fred had become a bit better after our conversation at the Burrow and he had been the first to show worry about me. An hour or so before my departure for the mission with Tonks, he had left the shop to find me and tell me to keep the Dumbledore’s Army galleon so that he could know if I was in trouble. I had accepted because I wanted him to leave but with time, I had concluded that having it with me was reassuring. I would have never admitted it in front of him though. 

A few days ago, Fred had invited me for a special evening at the shop that was organized for the presentation of a new product. He had refused to tell me anything about it and had assured me I would find it hilarious. I wanted to go but the thought of spending an evening with him still made me uncomfortable. Finally, I had accepted on the condition that Ginny was coming with me. 

The first thought that crossed my head when I apparated in Diagon Alley is that never in my life would I have thought it possible to see it so empty, so lifeless. Almost all the boutiques I had visited so many times were closed, some because the owner had stopped their activity for a question of security and others because of much darker reasons. My eyes found the only bright light of the alley and I picked up the pace to reach the twins’ shop quicker. All the customers were hurrying inside, they probably felt as oppressed as I did. 

“Here you are!” exclaimed Ginny when I reached the door. “I was beginning to think you had changed your mind. Glad you didn’t though, George told me what the new product is and it really seems fun.”

I hummed absent-mindedly as my eyes left the floor to wander around me. Trying to convince myself I wasn’t looking for Fred would have been stupid and a loss of time, so I just grumbled once more at my weakness and asked Ginny where her brother was. 

“Probably in the back shop preparing his grand entrance. Come on, let’s get closer to the stage.”

If she didn’t make any comment, I didn’t miss her smirk as she grabbed my hand to drag me through the crowd of customers. We finally reached the stage that was occupying all the space in this part of the shop, and I found an empty spot somewhere on the left. On the stage was a huge white cover that was hiding what looked like a board and a table one behind the other, and I barely had the time to think that it was a very simple installation before the twins made their appearance. Everyone cheered and especially the younger ones and Ginny. For my part, I adopted a small smile that widened when Fred winked at me - against my will, I promise. 

“Ladies and gentlemen,” began Fred. 

“Dear customers,” continued George. 

“Let us present to you our latest product.”

“It is the result of a long work of research and development-”

“And your future darling, it’s a promise.”

George waved his wand and the cover disappeared. 

At first, the silence seemed very heavy, and I couldn’t help but wonder what the hell had happened in their heads to create such a thing in times like these. Then, a kid in the audience giggled, and it seemed to relax everyone; laughter burst and some were already shaking their wallet. Ginny was applauding and shaking her head. The twins’ smiles widened and they got off of the platform to reach out to their customers. 

It was fun indeed, but I couldn’t help but wonder if they truly measured the impact of what they had just done. 

_ _ _ 

“U-no-poo Fred? Really?”

Fred giggled as if I had just told him a very good joke he had never heard before. 

“You have to admit that’s pretty clever!”

“That’s not clever, that’s stupid and not fun at all and- and that’s dangerous Fred!”

His gaze softened, but he didn’t let go of that cocky smirk. 

“Y/N, would you happen to be worried?”

“No, I was just thinking your instinct for survival was better than that.” My averted eyes didn’t mislead anyone though. “I don’t want you to get in trouble for this Fred, that’s all.”

“I won’t, don’t worry.” He hesitated for a second, and our eyes fell on the hand he had lifted and stopped above my shoulder. I didn’t say anything and he squeezed it gently. “These laughter earlier, that’s why we’re taking the risk. You have your way to fight the darkness, I have mine, that’s all.” I didn’t find anything to reply to that. “You know, I didn’t think you would come tonight, even Ginny was doubtful. And given the look on your face when I told you about it I thought you would refuse, really.” Fred paused and his fingers clenched lightly against my shoulder once more. “Why did you decide otherwise?”

That was a good question. Why? I had spent the last few days trying to figure out why the first answer in my head had been immediate and positive, why my heart had first beaten like crazy at the thought of seeing Fred again instead of aching as it used to, why I couldn’t hate him as much as I thought I did, as much as I thought I had to. Suddenly, some customer’s shoulder collided with my back with enough strength to make me lose my balance. The position we ended up in felt natural, as if Fred’s torso had always been there for me to rest my head on it and his hands were meant to be on my back. 

“I had missed this.” I murmured, and I felt his agreement through the vibrating of his body. 

I timidly encircled him with my own arms, and the feeling was so unhoped for, I had craved it for so long, that I found myself unable to move away from him. The more time passed by and the tighter our embrace was until it became almost difficult to breathe. 

“Maybe I should…” muttered Fred before loosening his hold, but without letting go of me. “Never again,” he added with a smile, and it didn’t take long for me to realize what it meant. “I’m not leaving you again.”

And as cliché as it could sound, I read the truth in his eyes. The pain, the regrets, the way he had been hating himself everyday for what he had done, but also comprehension because he knew I had been feeling the same. The Weasley sparkle was here too, bright and vivid and loving, and his smile was wider than every smile I had ever seen. I was probably looking the same, and if I wasn’t, I was definitely experiencing this euphoria that was shaking every cell of my body and making my heart beat so fast. 

“I really want to kiss you right now.” Fred’s voice was low, but it was the only thing I heard.

“Do it then.”

“Let me finish darling. I want to kiss you so bad, but I don’t deserve it, not after what I did to you. Give me some time to earn it, okay? We’ll make it work again, I’ll make it work again.”

I nodded, torn by two completely opposite emotions. I was grateful because Fred wanted us to become a loving couple again, and disappointed because I needed him, so much that it hurt. But after all this time, it wouldn’t have felt right, and after all maybe it was for the best. Suddenly, I became aware again of the noise in the shop: dozens of customers were still talking happily about their purchase and congratulating George.

“I should go back home. It’s… It’s a lot to take in.”

“I know, don’t worry.” Fred smiled and kissed my hair. I gave him my back and took barely two steps toward the door before he grabbed my hand. “Wait Y/N, I’ll feel much better if you let me walk you home. It’s dangerous outside and I don’t want anything to happen to you.”

“You shouldn’t leave your little party, Freddie. Don’t worry for me, I’ll apparate as soon as I can, okay?”

“You have the galleon, right?”

“Yes Fred, I have it, and yes I’ll warn you when I’m home.” 

He nodded and let go of my hand. I sneaked through the crowd of customers and reached the door. I was on the verge of opening it when Fred’s voice echoed. 

“Are you going to leave without a U-no-poo Y/N?”

“Who told you I needed one?”

Fred chuckled, and I only looked away when the door closed. The alley was still somber, and the same dying feeling was floating in the air, but my heart was lighter than it had been in months. I was so happy that nothing could have tarnished my joy, or so I thought. 

It’s my training as a new Order member that kicked in and made me dodge the first curse. As the only remaining window of Ollivander’s shop exploded, two dark silhouettes made their appearance between the twins’ shop and I, making it impossible for me to reach any safe place on this side of the alley. What I feared was confirmed when at least two other death eaters’ feet hit the paving stones. 

All of this had happened in a second, and I reached for the magical galleon in my pocket before anything else. An instant later, I was forced to dive to the ground with my hand still stuck in my jeans. I got up quickly and drew my wand. It was too late. Something burnt my back with such intensity that the heat spread to the core of my body. Through the excruciating pain, my dizzy brain noticed that there wasn’t a sound that left my mouth, and soon my knees hit the ground. My arms refused to obey and I found myself falling forward without anything to shield my head. The shock was brutal as the rest of the scene. The death eaters left without anything else, word or curse, and soon the noise made by their footsteps disappeared. It felt like an eternity before someone else arrived whereas it had probably been less than two minutes. Time definitely seemed to stop when I realized it was Fred. 

“Y/N, what’s- oh god, Y/N, can you hear me? Please tell me you’re still with me… Y/N!”

His arms slipped underneath my limp body. Even the heat he gave me as he was hugging me against his torso wasn’t enough to dissipate the icy cold in my bones. He was calling for help, desperate to be heard as it seemed like we were both glued to the paving stones. 

“Please Y/N, tell me- tell me I’m dreaming. This- This is all in my head, it’s all happening in my head...  Right? Y/N, say something, please!” I wished I could have reassured him, but my strength was leaving me. “I still have to gain back your love, Y/N you can’t leave me… You can’t…” 

Fred was almost sobbing now, shouting to whatever cruel god was watching him that he couldn’t live without me, screaming pleas and crying at this unfairness. His arms were still holding me, and even this feeling was slowly vanishing; soon, I wondered if I had ever felt it and the only answer I could get was the aching in my body that had nothing to do with the curse. 

Death wasn’t that bad, after all, less painful than life, and I wished Fred could read it in my mind.

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can you write me a wonho fic where he’s really shy and hesitant but you seduce him with your words and your seeet touches and take really good care of him 🥺🥺♥️ thank you sweetie

The Art of Seduction

note: idk why my fics for your requests always end up so poetic xD

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word count: 1k

includes- sub!Wonho x dom!f!reader, handjob

summary: Seducing the cute boy at the gym, who you fell for harder than you should've.

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Your relationship was nothing more than stolen glances and dazed touches, your hand grazing his arm as you walk past him in the gym. It was impossible to not notice your stares through the mirror as you watched his body contort in concentration.

He didn’t dare look back, too scared his mind would linger on, falling deeper into the hold you had on him. It was always you, the only person on his mind when he touched himself on lonely nights and that made it so much harder to see you the next day.

It took you one minute to slip your number into his coat and two more for it to be saved in his phone.

Sitting there in his room he thought about all the things he could tell you, how much he wanted you, how much he needed you, but these thoughts never left his mind.

“Can I come over?”, the bold words made his blood run faster, spellbound fingers typing the three-letter response.

And here you were, mustering him as he sat on his couch and you sat on a chair across from him, sipping the tea he had made you.

His palms were sweaty as they ran up and down his thighs, eyes darting around the room to look at anything that wasn’t you. Every minute of silence that passed by made him sink deeper into the leather, legs shaking as the anticipation made it impossible to stay calm.

You rest the cup on the little table, making your way over to the timid figure, he looked so weak now in this private setting. Lifting up his chin with your pointer finger he finally dares to look you in the eyes, heart skipping a beat.

“Tell me, have you ever been seduced by a woman?”

He was trembling, gulping down the product of your intimidating presence. You stroke his cheek, leaning in till your lips linger in front of his.

“May I be the first?”

He nods, pupils blown as you close the gap between your mouths, engulfing him in a long kiss that would linger on in the air. He leans forward, needing more of your skin on his.

“You don’t need to be scared; I’m going to take good care of you.”

You gently press him back into the couch, taking a seat on his lap as your lips trail down his neck, hand lingering in his hair to pull his head back for more leverage. A shy moan rolls off his lips as you bite down on his soft skin, his first sound of the evening.

As your mouth is focused on marking him as yours, you let your hand travel down his torso, unbuttoning his shirt in the process. You let the shirt glide over his shoulder and down his back, leaning back to admire what he worked for so many days of the week.

“You’re so gorgeous!”

He bites his lip, looking down to where your finger was teasing the skin along his pants. His nipples were as pink as his cheeks and as hard as the bulge that grew inside his pants as your tongue circled around the little nub.

His back arched off the couch, pressing against your wet digit as his sensitivity made him both cute and whimpering. Your gentle hand calms him down, resting on his chest.

“Are you okay? Do you want me to go on?”

“Yes, please.”

His neediness made him more confident in his desires, wanting nothing more than for your hand to sink below his belt.

You slowly open his pants, pulling them down as best as you could in your seated position. His cock matched the rest of his body in size, falling against his stomach when you pull him out from under his restraints.

Your thumb brushes up a prominent vein, making him shiver, a trembling moan leaving his lips. His thighs shake violently against your legs as you let your thumb dance around his tip, lightly rubbing against his slit. When you finally wrap your hand around his cock his arms fall flat against the couch, toes curling inwards as your teasing touches make him feel like he is losing his mind.

The pleasure tickles up his spine as your palm kneads his tip carefully, catching and spreading any precum along his length so it wouldn’t taint his blushing torso.

The reality of you being here, taking care of him like he had dreamed of for so long slowly dawned on him and it made his orgasm roll in so much quicker.

But he didn’t want to cum, he couldn’t, too scared you’d leave him when he did.

He fights back tears, glassy eyes hiding behind his hair as every touch of you, every squeeze made him sadder.

The second you notice the wet trail on his cheek you halt all of your movements.

“What’s wrong baby? Did I hurt you? Why are you crying?”

He plays with his fingers, gulping down a whine.

“Are you- are you going to leave me again?”

He sounded so broken, so scared and you could only imagine the pain he must’ve gone through in the past. You lift his head, kissing away the tears before you lay another deep kiss upon his lips. As you pull away you let your thumb rest on his trembling lip.

“Never baby, don’t you see all of those beautiful marks I left on your skin? They mean that you are mine now and I am never going to let go of you again.”

The smile that broke through his cry made you blurt out a confession, the three words colouring his mind as you go back to work on his cock.

He lets his head fall against your shoulder and you can feel him smiling on as his cock is throbbing against your palm, beating as fast as his heart.

“It’s all good, you are safe with me, just let yourself fall into my arms.”

You rub him faster, squeezing out his answer as he moans into the fabric of your shirt, allowing himself to cum into your hand.

He was high on love and pleasure and it was the best feeling he had ever felt.

As you pull him in for one more kiss, you repeat the binding words.

“I love you.”

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Exchange Posting Guide

Hello, friends and frenemies! We are less than three days away from the collection opening, which means I have a tension headache every morning I wake up and remember that I have to finish my exchange fic. The no-fault defaulting deadline has passed, but if you realise you will not be able to finish on time please, please let us know ASAP anyway so we can get a knight writer to write your recipient a gift.

On the other hand, if you have completed your exchange fic draft, please remember to tell us before the 1st! About a third of the participants already confirmed they’ve finished their fic, and we say:

Okay, now with the collection opening soon, here’s some FAQ on posting!

First off, how dare you?

Honestly, I ask myself that all the time, and the answer is there is no answer. We knew what an exchange would be like. Chances are, you did too when you signed up because many of you were here last year. We have no one else to blame but ourselves.

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The exchange portal will open on August 1st at 12pm AEST. Once it opens, use AO3 to upload your fic as usual:

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What about Lil’ Oathkeepers?

I’m glad you asked, imaginary exchange participant that’s totally not me talking to myself! A Lil’ Oathkeeper is a gift that can be any size and shape. It can be art! A video edit! A moodboard! A fic shorter than 1000 words! Or… a fic longer than a 1000 words, but you probably know that. Anyone (you don’t even have to be signed up to the exchange) can make and gift a Lil’ Oathkeeper. We’ll be releasing the prompt spreadsheet and posting instructions on the 1st!

Why is the exchange opening a day earlier than you said?

Because Slips has set the time on the exchange to suit her own timezone. She has to stay up till after midnight to watch F1 cars go vroom vroom and had to deal with being spoiled for every single episode of Game of Thrones on Tumblr and Twitter because it aired in the US while she was at work. This is her own petty little vengeance and she will not apologise for that.

Also it’s easier for her to keep everything straight in her head this way. Mathematics is not her strength. We’re kindly moderators though, so here’s a handy timezone conversion for you.

Why do I need to let you know by the 1st that I’ve finished my fic if I can post it anytime during the following week?

So we can find a knight writer ASAP. The sooner we know that you won’t be able to complete your fic, the sooner we can find someone to fill in for you. We don’t want anyone to be disappointed.

Do I have to post ON the 1st of August? I’ll be AFK for the day because my cat has a piano recital!

No, you can post it anytime between the 1st and the 7th. If you can’t or don’t want to post it on Sunday, then you can absolutely wait until later. We anticipate that the bulk of fics will be posted over the weekend, but if you want to post it on the 6th, then that’s absolutely your choice. Just be mindful that your recipient may be worrying why they haven’t received one.

Also tell your cat we’re rooting for them!

I really overshot the 1k limit and need to post multiple chapters. Should I post them together and drop my 40k prompt fill in the tag all at once, or can I stagger it throughout the week?

You must have a complete posted story by the 7th of August, unless you have reached out to us to make alternate arrangements. If you want to post your story over the week, you can. If you want to post it all at once, you can. As long as your prompter gets a completed fic in the posting window, we don’t mind.

(Also, look at your life, look at your choices! It was a 1k minimum!!! Buncha overachievers in this fandom, I swear 😂😂😂)

Can I thank my beta in the notes of my story?

Absolutely you can! The betas of the fandom be working HARD this week, they definitely deserve recognition. Just be mindful of including anything in your notes that might reveal who you are. You could choose to name your beta, or just thank them generally and add their name after authors have been revealed.

What if I don’t receive a story?

It might be because your author hasn’t posted it yet - they have the full week from the 1st to the 7th to post their story. It also might be because your fic needed a knight writer to write it. If this is the case, know that your knight is probably working very diligently to complete it, but might not be able to complete it within the window. If it looks like your fic will be significantly delayed (like until after authors are revealed) we will contact you directly to let you know what’s up.

What’s the etiquette around thanking my author?

A kudos and a comment is pretty standard. It’s up to you how long your comment is; we don’t write comments with our heads, we write them with our hearts. Just keep in mind that a person out there spent time working on something just for you and make sure you show your appreciation, even if the story isn’t exactly what you expected!

Can I promote my story?

Please don’t do this until authors have been revealed through the collection.

Can I rec my gift story?

Absolutely! Share the love! You can choose to rec it while it’s still anonymous, or wait until the authors are revealed. It’s up to you.

I’m not participating in the exchange, but I want to get into the spirit of the week. What can I do?!

Well firstly, read any of the 102 fics we expect to be posted that week! Read them and enjoy them! Leave a kudos! Leave a comment! Leave ten comments! Write rec lists and share them on Tumblr or Discord or TikTok, wherever it is that the cool kids hang these days!

What’s for dinner, nire?

Chicken, seasoned with my own tears.

I have another question that hasn’t been answered in the FAQs

Either send us a message through tumblr, or get in touch with one of the organisers privately. We’ll get back to you ASAP!

#jaime x brienne fic exchange #jaime lannister #brienne of tarth #asoiaf #game of thrones #posting guide #jaime x brienne #braime #102 fics in a week! #are you prepared for the deluge?

[sharkfish]

love ‘em, can’t live without ‘em: early-career writers!

[masterpost of rec lists]

new content creators are the lifeblood of fandom, so here i present stories by folks who have five or less destiel fics published (...so far) as of december 2020!!! 

please give them some love!!! 

under the cut since it got long~ 

the burden of belonging by Newtondale @soft-klaus (8k)

Dean doesn't know where he's going, he just drives.

He meanders. Takes whatever road he wants without worrying about efficiency or speed. He watches the landscape change around him as he heads east, towards the sea. Sometimes he listens to music, and sometimes he doesn’t. Most of the time he just thinks, the way he has always thought best; with an open road ahead and horror close behind.

Cas always comes back to him. Cas has always come back. Whether it takes minutes, or weeks, or months - Cas comes back to him.

But Cas hasn’t come back. How much longer is supposed to wait? Minutes? Months? How long is he supposed to live like this, like there’s nothing else that matters except the space beside him where Cas should be?

So he just drives.

Dean Winchester’s 12-Step Guide to Inebriated Online Retail Therapy for Fallen Angels and Judgemental Brothers With Bad Hair (Suck It, Sammy) by justholdingstill @justholdingstill   (3k) 

Alternatively titled Dean Wayne: The Life & Legend

Dean gets drunk. Dean orders things online. Hilarity ensues.

Hang-Ups by anupalya @anupalya (2k)

A slip of the tongue while hanging up a zoom meeting with Castiel leaves Dean in a panic.

****

Jsksdjdjskal

I'm starting to think you're letting Blueberry walk over your keyboard again.

i'm moving to Thailand

?????

I have to

Dean

I have no choice

... so I take it the meeting went well?

dream root & fumbling through the darkness by visionsofyerface @omnishamblegreg (1.3k)

Dean takes dream root for some fun angsty wanderings into Cas’s head, and then actually goes to the Empty, but Cas doesn't believe it's really him.

How Long? by MinxyOne93 @substitutesalt93 (WIP - 37k)

Dean has been going on reckless hunts by himself. Cas confronts him and all those years of unresolved pining come to a boiling point.

_

"Dean. How long?" The angel said, still quiet but so raw with emotion, eyes still wide with shock.

Dean looked down at the floor and sighed. "Since... always. I knew it for sure in Purgatory. But always." He then added in a near whisper, tears threatening to spill from behind his now closed eyelids, "I'm sorry, Cas."

"Sorry? You're sorry?" Castiel felt dumbfounded. The constant loneliness and longing he had sensed from Dean that seemed to grow worse and worse with the passing of years made so much more sense now.

"Dean," was all Cas could say before releasing his grip on his collar and gently, slowly, deliberately, kissing the corner of his mouth. A shocked gasp left Dean’s mouth of its own accord and he melted into Castiel's tight embrace.

It's The Thought That Counts by oceaxe @oceaxe-ifdawn (3k)

It’s Dean’s birthday and while angels have no birthdays, Castiel has a) been around human cultures for long enough to be aware of the nearly universal customs of celebrating the anniversary of a loved one’s birth and b) has been living with humans for long enough that he’s been included in some of those celebrations. But the art of gift-giving continues to elude his comprehension.

Lucky Winner by natmoose @natmoose (32k)

Dean wins a trip to Paris. In and of itself, that’s an amazing thing, but the problem is: he isn’t in a relationship with Lisa anymore, and the trip requires a romantic partner. The obvious choice is Cas, his roommate and best friend of 3 years, but coming with that are some very very complicated feelings and things Dean absolutely doesn’t want to deal with.

But Dean isn’t selfish and also really wants to give his overworked best friend a well deserved holiday, so the only and best solution is to take Cas to Paris, romantic theme be damned. What Dean doesn’t know is that their whole trip will be documented by a photographer from the company - so to avoid their vacation being cut short, Dean and Cas will have to convincingly play a couple.

Once Upon a Falling Star by GrandestBlood @grumpy-mccat (WIP - 3k) 

Alternate outcome for season 5's Endverse where Castiel never lost his grace but he was tricked to retreat back to heaven with the other angels, leaving Dean behind in the refugee camp.

Prompt for this was: The world has ended 500 years ago. You finally went back to Earth and discovered a voice message. You learn a shocking secret about 500 years ago.

Sending A Message by ivebeenpossessedbysatan @ivebeenpossessedbysatan (WIP - 15k)

Castiel Novak didn't expect to be kidnapped. Sure, he'd seen it happen before, but that was all in movies. Just because his mother had married into money didn't mean that someone was actually going to kidnap him and try to ransom him for money.

Only apparently it did, because here he was, tied to a chair in the corner of the most cliché warehouse he'd ever seen.

Why was this is life?

so leave me // at the roadside by LinkInThePark @saminzat (3k)

”This was exactly what he had been trying to avoid. Maybe he shouldn’t have gone out on his own at all, but he was tired of sitting around in the bunker, where the walls seemed to close in on him and the halls were too empty at the same time. Where everything reminded him of what had happened, of the battles they had fought and the people they had lost.

Of the words left unsaid.”

Dean is taking the Impala on a ride, trying to escape everything that's happened... And, in the process, is finally forced to confront his grief. 15x19 coda.

Sticks and Stones May Break My Bones, but Words Might Get Me Laid by Mrs King of Hell (Slytherkins) @slytherkins (3k)

When Dean's name calling goes too far, Castiel decides to teach him a lesson in manners.

"Take a Sad Song and Make it Better" by Shishquah_CustardTree @shishquahcustardtree (WIP - 27k) 

After being bought and abused by Alistair for many years, Dean Winchester finally gets another chance at life and love by the means of a car crash and a bullet.

The One (1) Time Dean Winchester Tried Something New by archangelgabe @3dg310rdsupreme (2k)

What fun is a relationship that doesn't start with the gross misunderstanding that your crush is hitting on your kid brother?

The one where they get heaven-married by mercurialkitty @mercurialkitty (1.3k)

First a quick chat with Sam in the Impala, then it's off to find Cas.

A finale fix-it where Dean and Cas get heaven-married

There'll Be Peace When You Are Done by diaryofageekgirl @diaryofageekgirl  (5k) 

Somehow, in the middle of severing vamp necks in the dead of night in a run-down barn in Ohio, Dean had a revelation.

Or: nothing stays dead on Supernatural.

This is heaven by madbrilliant84 @madbrilliant84 (800)

“Come on dude! Don’t tell me you don’t know what your legs look like! I bet you could crush melons with those.”

Cas seemed incredibly amused by this. “And that’s something that turns you on?”

Dean smiled while biting is bottom lip. He slowly nodded. His playful tone dropped to something more heated.

“Uh huh. First thing I noticed when I saw you sitting on that bar stool.”

You're Not Alone by Wordsintothevoid @deancas-stan (15k)

Dean has an imaginary friend. Sure, that's weird as hell but he doesn't care. Cas has been there to support him during every horrible thing in Dean's short miserable life and he is not giving up Cas. Sure, Dean may also sorta kinda be in love with him. Oops. And it hurts but Dean will keep it platonic. But then Cas leaves. And then Dean breaks.

We’ll All Arrive in Heaven Alive by invisibledrugs @reasonsweweresinging (1k)

The Winchesters are finally dying, and for good.

But that's okay, because Dean knows what - and who - is waiting for him.

last but definitely not least, @uncastiel doesn’t have any fics yet but is taking prompts! 

#sharklist #destiel #rec list

[sitp-recs]

I never expected to be tagged in this game but the lovely @the-starryknight was generous enough to mention my reclists and at the risk of sounding pretentious I will accept this kind invitation! Thank you for thinking of me 💜

I wanna tag each and every creator on this hellsite but I know some of you already did the thing (pls ignore if that’s the case!) so I’ll tag @bixgirl1, @lqtraintracks, @the-sinking-ship, @shealwaysreads, @prolix- @dracoladon, @cibeewastaken, @veelawings, @p1013, @lazywonderlvnd, @l0vegl0wsinthedark, @maesterchill, @slytherco, @drarrytrash, @quicksilvermaid, @fluxweeed, @magpiefngrl, @punk-rock-yuppie, @andithiel, @phd-mama, @xx-thedarklord-xx, @lettersbyelise, @teacup-tai, @tinyhistory, @writcraft, @ohdrarry and anyone else who’d like to do it! No pressure whatsoever, of course :)

Top 5 of 2020

Rules: It’s time to love yourselves! Choose your 5 (ish) favourite works you created in the past year (fics, art, edits, etc.) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you brought into the world in 2020. Tag as many writers/artists/etc. as you want (fan or original) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome works!

1. 1k milestone celebration: I like this series because it was a statement. I’m really proud of myself for coming up with a mix of drabbles and self-indulgent recs on that week - not only I got to spread love for fics usually overlooked because of their length, I also established my blog as a safe space for all kinds of ships and kinks, which has always been my priority due to previous fandom experiences. Knowing that authors feel seen and appreciated for fics that aren’t mentioned often (if at all) is so rewarding. Hopefully this has inspired everyone else to adopt DL;DR and kinktomato in their fandom lives, as well as encouraged both authors and readers to indulge themselves more often 🙌🏼

2. Drarry for Beginners: I’ve always been a bit hesitant about making anything resembling an ultimate/must-read/classics reclist. I’ve been in the fandom for a long time but there’s so much I haven’t/won’t read and to me, reccing is still something extremely personal. I’d hate to think someone feels like they should read everything I put on my lists, because they limit the fandom and bend it to my personal tastes. It’s only a small portrait that doesn’t convey how big and diverse the Drarry universe is. That being said, I’ve received some generous and wonderful feedback about this project which makes me so very happy and relieved because I’ve worked really hard on it. I tried to put myself on a newcomer’s shoes at all times, and made sure to include different takes and styles - in fact, I selected some popular tropes then set some ground rules hoping to avoid the trap of only reccing my favorite stuff. I’m thrilled to know it’s actually helping people navigate this huge wonderful fandom, that’s all I could ask for 🙌🏼

3. Smutty reclist: another self-indulgent little thing I did recently. It was a bit insane to put all those lists together and publish two per day but I’ve had so much fun doing it! I’m quite proud of myself for accepting that I wouldn’t be able to write reviews for each fic, and understanding it would be okay, they would still be personal and special. I also like that I decided to make this something more “me” - I brushed BDSM aside and included fics with Blaise and the Weasleys because I’ve been into them lately - and the fact that people still enjoyed it was really nice :)

4. Old gems reclist: I loved this one because it was super fun to track all those old goodies down. I’m a nostalgic hoe in general and this list made me look back at the 00s with fondness and think of my “first loves” back when I was starting to read works in English. I keep telling myself I’m gonna revisit some of them when I have time but ughh they’re all ass-long epics and where’s the time to properly enjoy it 😭

5. Finally, my fave single recs! I’m particularly proud of the one I did for Modern Love - after reading the fic I thought it would be impossible to put my incoherent thoughts into words but in the end the process was pretty smooth. I knew right away what I wanted to use as the banner motif (which is usually the hardest part because I’m a pretentious shit when it comes to those) and from there everything felt so natural! I was thrilled to know one of my all-time favorite reads was written by my friend @tackytigerfic and somehow that excitement made writing down my thoughts so much easier because for once I was writing them for Tacky and not the readers. It’s one of the most emotional recs I’ve ever written and hopefully it resonated with other people! I also have a soft spot for my rec for That Old Black Magic by @bixgirl1, which I did back when my blog was still a smol baby and my commentaries were way shorter with less rambling lol. That banner is my ultimate fave, I find it so pretty and I think it captures the mood I was going for, evoking the ending’s gentle atmosphere.

#top 5 2020 #meme tag #thank you the-starrynight 💗 #drarry

[the-melting-world]

The Umbra pt.3

Vulpes Animus ~ In which a humble gardener welcomes a guest…

~ 1k  words

Catch up on the Vulpes Animus Series

art by @ pxkibu

“Well, you managed to do it,” Kipling muttered to herself as she unlocked the door to her shop. “You got yourself fired from your dream job by the most kind, compassionate employer in all of existence.”

At least Kip still had her part time gardening and landscaping business. She didn’t mind downsizing from her quarters in the Palace conservatory back to her humble apartment in South End. But she couldn’t help feeling like she had regressed career-wise. Besides, she was going to miss the Palace. All of its rooms and secret nooks. She would miss bumping into Portia, getting caught up in the work gossip and taking their chat into the kitchens for a spontaneous snack or dessert. She’d miss chasing Taro through the gardens only to bump into Consul Valerius, who always pretended he wasn’t pleased to see her. 

But most of all, Kipling was going to miss the Countess. Nadia always found a way to set aside time in her schedule to check up on Kip throughout the day. And whatever she needed, Nadia provided, most of the time without a request. Nadia also had a way of surprising Kipling with irresistible leisurely excursions when she least expected it. Those trips always made Kip’s hard work worthwhile.

But now the only company Kip would have to get her through those long work hours was Taro and her plants. The former of which was behaving much more energetically than normal. Kipling only became alarmed when the lemur started clawing at her hair.

“Taro! What’s up with you today?” Kip, who was in the process of unlocking her front door, paused everything to deal with yet another one of her familiar’s tantrums. Taro gave her curls one last yank before leaping off of her head and scurrying in the opposite direction.

Usually, Kip would have let the lemur go, but Taro’s strange behavior warranted some sort of investigation. Kipling wheeled around and saw Taro bounding across the street towards a great, dark hooded figure.

No. It can’t be.

Kipling recognized the silhouette. It was the same shape of the one who followed her and Asra to her shop that evening. She was sure of it.

Now it was daylight and they were back?

Kipling stared the figure down. “Hey!”

They jolted and turned away. 

“Hey!” Kip broke out into a run. “Come back!”

When it was clear that the stranger had no intentions of doing so, Kip’s fingers twitched, grasping at the magic that would let her unlock invisible doors.

***

“You said your name was Muriel?”

The powerfully-built man with the shaggy black hair and gentle green eyes accepted the cup of tea Kip handed him and nodded his head.

“Yes,” he said very softly.

Just moments before, Kip was tackling – or at least giving it her best shot – this man to the ground, demanding to know why he was hanging around her apartment. 

The neighbors must think I’ve lost it.

After much awkward tension, the man claimed that he knew Asra. At those words, it was like a switch had flipped. Kipling apologized profusely and before she even realized what she was doing, she invited him back to her apartment for tea.

“So how do you know Asra?” Kipling asked once they were both sitting down.

She noticed all the emotions passed over Muriel’s features before he finally answered.

“We’re very old friends.”

Kipling sensed there was a lot of history there, but she didn’t comment on it. Instead, she lowered her gaze and said what she had been thinking as soon as she learned of Muriel’s connection to Asra.

“You’re looking for him, aren’t you?”

Muriel looked up suddenly. “How did you know?” 

Kip met his gaze.

“You didn’t,” Muriel’s jaw tightened as if in pain, “have anything to do with him disappearing, did you?”

Kipling almost burned her hand from squeezing her cup so hard. “What?” Then her memory suddenly leaped backwards in time and she blurted, “That was you, wasn’t it? The cloaked person that followed me and Asra back to my shop that night!”

Muriel flinched as if struck. “I was just trying to look out for Asra. He’s got that pact with the Magician that affects his eyesight. I check on him sometimes...” He swallowed, looking as if he really wanted Kip to believe him, but didn’t know what else to say.

She sighed. “That makes sense. We were out pretty late. But Muriel, that’s kind of creepy.”

He exhaled too. “I know how it looks. I’m trying to work on it, but…”

Kip could tell that this nervous, mountain of a man needed some reassurance. So she reached out her hand and rested her fingertips lightly against his forearm.

“You’re a little shy, I take it.”

Muriel’s eyes fixated on her hand. He looked as if he was trying to fight off the blush that threatened to take over his whole face.

“Right. Just a little.”

Kip took her hand back. She didn’t want to make him uncomfortable.

“Please,” she said, “you don’t have to be that way around me. Trust me, I understand. I’m a little shy myself.”

Muriel’s eyes widened so fast, it was almost comical. “You screamed at me from across the street and then fell out of the sky on top of my head. Are you sure you’re shy?”

Kip groaned in embarrassment and pressed her palm to her forehead. “I’m so sorry about that. It’s been a rough day.” 

And then just as quickly as he had accused her, Muriel said, “It’s all right. You’re… not that heavy anyway.”

Kipling couldn’t help it this time. She laughed. Not loudly or for very long, but it was genuine. Muriel didn’t join her, but she could tell from the lightness in his expression that he was entertained. He stayed that way until Kipling came down from her laughter.

Then his features grew heavy. “Kipling? Do you know where Asra is?”

Kip exchanged a glance with Taro, who was curled up by the window.

“I do.”

Before Muriel could say anything else, she said, “I can take you there tomorrow. But for now, I’m tired and I just want to try to get some sleep.”

Muriel nodded. “I understand.”

Kip smiled gently at him. “You don’t have to leave just yet. We haven’t finished our tea.”

Muriel and Kipling held each other’s gazes as they brought the cups to their lips at the same time.

Before they could take their first sip, they heard a loud, insistent knocking at the door.

#the arcana #vulpes animus #kipling the apprentice #muriel #muriel the arcana #kipling bronne #my writing