#but I am writing them again and I might post snippets is anyone is still interested ❤

[happiness-of-the-pursuit]

Seven Sentence Sunday

Hi! You might've noticed my header's absence—that's because @littlemisskittentoes made me this lovely moodboard for my F1 rivals-to-lovers fic which I'm writing for the big bang, and which I'll be sharing a snippet of today.

Also, thanks to everyone who tagged me Wednesday! I didn't quite get it together to post, so I'll be thanking y'all with the rest of my tags below the cut.

Alex opens his mouth, though how he plans to respond, he’s not certain. Before any words come to mind, though, his phone slips through his hand, bouncing onto his shoe before landing on the tile between them. Alex kneels down to pick it up, momentarily saved from forming a reply. His brain’s still coming up empty, though, when Henry speaks again. “You might as well suck my cock while you’re down there.” Alex whips his head up to make sure he didn’t just imagine those words coming out of Henry’s mouth. He’s prevented from pinching himself when Henry adds, “It’ll be good practice, looking up at me.”

Thanks to @bigassbowlingballhead @littlemisskittentoes @nocoastposts @wordsofhoneydew @14carrotghoul

@cricketnationrise @emmalostinwonderland @junebugclaremontdiaz @suseagull04 @kiwiana-writes for the Sunday tags and

@xthelastknownsurvivorx @rmd-writes @violetbaudelaire-quagmire @captainjunglegym

@itsmaybitheway @read-and-write- @firenati0n @getmehighonmagic @duchessdepolignaca03 for Wednesday tags!!! I am going back through them now, but so many people are writing such a wide variety of stories and it's so fun!

No pressure tags to @affectionatelyrs @anincompletelist @cactusdragon517 @cultofsappho @dumbpeachjuice

@dustratcentral @everwitch-magiks @eusuntgratie @galitzine-nick @hgejfmw-hgejhsf

@inexplicablymine @juloviz @leojfitz @leaves-of-laurelin @magicandarchery

@msmarvelouswinchester

@songliili @tintagel-or-cockleshells @welcometololaland @whimsymanaged and @zwiazdziarka, and anyone who tagged me Wednesday and hasn't yet posted!!

#red white and royal blue #rwrb fanfic #rwrb #firstprince #rwrb fandom #fanfiction #seven sentence sunday #a royally big bang #rwrb big bang #wip: f1 firstprince #alex claremont diaz #henry fox mountchristen windsor #happinessofthepursuit writes #rwrb wips

[maemisnippets]

Lil Update

Apologies for the inactivity. Here's a pouty Yujin as a sign of life from me.

Just a lil update below (be warned: kinda sad)

You writing again?

To be honest with yall, the last snippet I posted (the one posted just now) was written last December. It's actually unfinished, just missing a humorous ending or witty finishing sentence or smthn, but I got too lazy to think of one. Thought I'd post it now cuz I do kinda miss being on Tumblr.

Anyways, in all honesty, I don't feel like writing anymore. While I don't know why exactly, all I know is that I've lost a lot of motivation in writing and reading smuts in general. If anyone has checked my blog the past few months, yall might have noticed that I have closed requests for a while now, and it will stay closed for a long while. Asks and commissions are still open tho.

How am I?

Can't say I'm good, but can't say I'm doing bad either. College is still taking most of my waking hours. I'm almost done tho! Just about halfway through my last year of college, but this shit fuckin sucks. Glad it's almost over.

If anything, I can say I'm doing better. I visited family these past few months and that went well. Did a lot of stuff with them, caught up with cousins I haven't seen in a very long time, and overall had a really great time. Makes me realize how grateful I should be for even the little things in life.

Boonker?

Yeah left that shit. Not coming back.

I've already said my reasons on why I left to a few people, but in short, it's just not the same place it used to be. I still keep in touch with some people I met here tho, and my discord and tumblr DMs are always open for those who still bother having me around.

Any chance of a comeback?

Not in the near future, but not impossible. It seems to be a trend among "retired" writers to come back eventually so, maybe someday I'll come back as well.

Yujin? Kep1er?

Yujin (the Choi variant) still the loml. And Kep1er always in my heart. STAN KEP1ER YOU FUCKS

If you made it here, have another Yujin

#update

[practicecourts]

Thank you @wearingaberetinparis, @mppmaraudergirl, @abihastastybeans, @annabtg, @missgryffin, @nodirectionhome-ao3, @eastwindmlk, @jamesunderwater, @glitterwitch1 @uncertainwallflower for tagging me. I want to read all of those wips of yours (and I wish you all the time to write for those!)

The Book Marauder (title might change- not posted)

Silent Night next chapter

Thoroughbreds don't cry (side snippets here and here )

.... Helena & her misfits > a crazy dark tale of Helena Ravenclaw and her bad choice in men.

TBM: I'm excited to get to the part where Lily has a big confrontation with James as well as ***** (redacted for reasons) and the stakes for each of them will finally be clear (which is not going to help anyone... but still) I know this is ridiculously vague but it is what it is.

Silent Night. I want something to happen, and I'm not sure how to fit it- and it is sad - so I'm stalling. (again I apologise for being vague)

TDC: I want to write the confrontations these two are going to have. I'm still undecided on some of the bigger directions this fic will have to go. I'm looking forward to Lily showing up on the Peverell training facility to find Remus gone and James (who is by that time a guy she slept with when she didn't know who he was) washing one of the horses. His shirt will be wet. see through. but she's a professional and only there to look at a lame horse's tendons... so what could possibly go wrong.

Helena... I am toying with the idea or Riddle flirting Helena's socks off so he can get his hands on the tiara. After a millenium has passed, she'd hoped men would have improved.

I think everybody has already been tagged so consider this an open tag for anyone who wants to do this... but if you haven’t and you want to;) @blitheringmcgonagall

@nought-shall-go-ill @velvethopewrites

@welsh-green @mabelexclamationpoint @maraudersftw @siriuslychessi

@turanga4, @celestemagnoliathewriter @bellairestrella @downn-in-flames

#tag you're it #wip game #tumblr polls

[use-your-telescope]

Wow, WOW. It has been... a *hot minute* (cough-sixmonths-cough) since I've shared any real teasers/snippets of my big writing project, WHICH NOW HAS A NAME - that's right, it's no longer going by the working title of "the Trickster!" The fic is officially titled "When Everything's Made to be Broken." Linked the synopsis page, which should link out to the snippets that I've previously posted, in case anyone is like "what was this fic again?" So here we go! I'm getting to a point where even though the story as a whole isn't finished, I might start posting the first few chapters just so I'm no longer sitting on them... The first seven chapters are pretty much done (minus a final read through), and the end is there, it's just the middle of the story that's vexing me. Anyways, this takes place after the other snippets I've posted. Enjoy!

Tag List: @iamlokisgloriouspurpose @thedistractedagglomeration @lokisgoodgirl @simplyholl @mochie85 @coldnique @lokixryss @gigglingtiggerv2 @infinitystoner @loopsisloops @mischief2sarawr @crzyplantladyvibes @buttercupcookies-blog @vickie5446 @the-lady-amphitrite

Send me an ask if you want to be added to the tag list!

Warnings: None. This is on the soft side, all things considered?

Song: Cosmic Love - Florence + The Machine

Word Count: 1,281 words

You Were in the Darkness Too

Before long, they were outside of Marquette, driving down backroads that made Loki question whether or not his phone’s GPS was accurate. However, when they turned down a long gravel driveway that led to a clearing with a small farm, he received confirmation that he was, in fact, in the correct location when Theo pointed at where to park.

“Welcome to the farm,” Theo gestured to the property around them, her voice and expression lacking any enthusiasm. Approaching a wooden porch, she gestured towards a shed. “In that shed is the portal I usually use to go home; you’re welcome to use it - get home and actually sleep in your own bed.” Rather than move towards the shed, Theo fished a set of keys out of her pocket and started fiddling with the door. 

“Are you not planning to return home for the evening?” Loki furrowed his brow, glancing between the shed and the door that Theo had, by that point, unlocked and swung open.

“I– no.” Theo grabbed her bag from where she had set it on the porch, slinging it over her shoulder. “This is the house I grew up in; I know it’s just as close as New York with the portal and all, but I think I’d feel better if I stayed here, at least for tonight.”

Her rationale was, though not necessarily logical, understandable. The idea of a familiar setting providing comfort made sense. And though he would have loved to reunite with his own bed, the idea of Theo alone still seemed… wrong.

Why that was, Loki was uncertain.

“Perhaps I might stay with you, then?” Loki blurted out the question. “I don’t mean to impose, however if anything were to happen I think it would be in your best interest to not be alone.”

Theo stilled, mouth hanging slightly open as she processed Loki’s request.

“Loki, you’ve already done so much for me.” She shook her head. “I can’t ask you to cancel all of your plans and postpone going home after such a crazy, exhausting week.”

“You are not asking,” Loki countered, “I am offering.” 

She pursed her lips and peered at Loki. The breeze rustled the trees around them, and in the distance the ebb and flow of waves off the lake provided a wash of ambient sound.

“Um, yeah - come on in.” Theo pushed the door open, reaching in to flick on a light before gesturing for Loki to follow. “But if it’s too much at any point, or you need to go do something, promise me you will go.”

“I swear it.” Loki retrieved his own bag and followed her inside. 

The farmhouse was a sharp contrast to the tower - unlike the modern, minimalist architecture of the tower, he found himself charmed by the quaint, mismatched nature of Mémère’s home. In many ways, the home reminded him of the houses he’d see in Maximoff’s old sitcoms: the furniture seemed to be from decades past, though they weren’t quite as coordinated as on television. 

Photos adorned the walls of the hallway - some old enough to lack color, while others looked as though they were taken yesterday. 

“You can take my bed, I’ll just take the couch.” Theo said, leading Loki into what appeared to be a sitting room.

“You need not sacrifice your bed for me—“

“You just changed all your plans so you could fly with me to a place you’d never been and probably never wanted to visit, all because I was upset about someone you’ve never even met having health problems. Not to mention you just dropped a shit ton of money to change both of our flights, and on a rental car…” She shook her head, turning on more lights as she escorted him through the house. There was a certain sense of relief that came with the realization that some of the fire which Loki associated with Theo had returned. “You deserve a real bed to sleep in, if nothing else.”

“You’ve also worked tirelessly over the previous week, and you carry a great emotional weight,“ Loki countered, “Perhaps we can share?”

Trudging up a flight of stairs, Theo waited until they were both upstairs before replying. “It’s only a queen-size bed, not the California Kings that we have in the tower, so it might be a bit cozy… but if you’re okay with it then sure.”

“We’ve spent time in far closer proximity,” Loki pointed out, to which Theo cracked a smile and rolled her eyes.

“Yeah, but uh… I’m not really feeling up to that tonight.”

“It was not something I even considered, given everything that has taken place.” 

“I didn’t think you were, but I figured I would clarify.” She pushed open a door, flicking on the light. “Welcome to my bedroom.”

In the late night, Loki was presented his first chance to take in the room that Theo called her own. Soft, pale yellow walls and sheer white curtains felt familiar - it was a lighter, softer version of the quarters Theo kept at the tower. The furniture here was not remotely cohesive - a heavy wooden dresser sat in the corner, assorted knick-knacks atop it. Above the dresser, a Van Gogh poster was tacked to the wall - a still-life of a turquoise vase with sunflowers. 

In the corner, an acoustic guitar sat. Next to the guitar, Theo’s closet door sat open - inside, a colorful mix of plaid filled the cramped space. The bed was as large as one could rationally fit in the tight space; atop it, a patchwork quilt provided an injection of color and warmth to the room. 

Perhaps this room was a time capsule of her youth, or maybe it became a melding of her past and present - he couldn’t be entirely sure. 

Neither of them wasted any time getting ready for bed - then again, after capping off a long week with a particularly exhausting day, it was a small miracle that they hadn’t skipped pajamas and fallen asleep in their dayclothes. Loki was the first to lay down; Theo quickly followed, shutting the lights off before slipping beneath the bedclothes and settling in.

Loki stretched out as best he could on the mattress, though Theo was right when she said it was much smaller than Loki’s bed in New York - unless he slept with his head touching the headboard or curled up on his side, his feet would hang off the end of the mattress. 

Theo rolled onto her side, facing Loki. Moonlight from the window reflected off her silver hair, casting an ethereal glow in the dark of night. When Loki turned to face her, he caught her watching him.

“You ought to rest, darling.” He murmured, arching an eyebrow at her.

“I know,” she whispered, “I’m just thinking…”

“About?”

“Today.”

Loki hummed. “Would you like to talk about it?”

Theo faltered for a moment, then shook her head. 

“Is there something I might do to help you rest?” Loki leaned forward until his forehead rested against Theo’s. 

“Just having you here helps.” Theo shrugged, “but, um…”

“What is it?” Loki frowned, trying to catch Theo’s gaze. 

“Could you, um…” Theo shimmied a bit closer, stopping just before they touched.

Relief flooded through Loki at the request. He lifted an arm and nodded, a shy smile curling up on his face. Theo rolled over and slid back until her back pressed against Loki’s chest; he wrapped his arms around her, holding her close.

“I’m here, dove.” He whispered, burying his nose into her hair. The faint whiff of shampoo, with notes of rosemary and lavender, tickled his nose. “Whenever you need, however you need.”

He meant every word.

#loki fanfic #loki fluff #loki #loki fanfiction #loki fic #loki hurt/comfort #soft loki #loki x oc #loki comfort #when everything's made to be broken #WEMTBB #e writes stuff

[bigalockwood]

Hey hey Lia 💜,

I only just realised that you were doing the fanfic asks, so I am a little late, but I am wondering about 8,17, 18, 27, 29 and 37 ( I know these are a lot of numbers, so feel free to just answer the ones you want to)

Wishing you a so wenig stressig wie möglich weekend!

Sophia thanks for sending so many!! I love talking about writing 💜💜💜

8) Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

This took me ages to decide. I'm actually not even proud of it because I think it is necessarily particularly well written, but because it's a topic I have very strong feelings about and it felt so validating when I saw how many people resonated with it!

“No, you misunderstand, they didn’t out me. They just asked me about my sexuality and, you know, it was necessary. It’s the sort of thing they’d have to ask me for damage control.”

“Wille, I get that your life can be sort of strange at times and that it often follows different rules and all that, but that is, by definition, still what it means to be outed. I’m glad it didn’t feel like another violation of your privacy to you, but they still shouldn’t have done that,” Simon said, vehemently.

[...] “I’m sorry. I wished people stopped acting like they have any right to know our sexualities. [....]

17) Do you write your story from start to finish, or do you write the scenes out of order?

Depends on the story! Royally Whipped I'm mostly writing in order since I don't have much time to write the chapters, so I'll only write down ideas for future scenes. For my new WIP I've written parts of different chapters already. In the chapters themselves I jump around and hardly every write one in chronological order.

18) Do you use any tools, like worksheets or outlines?

No. I have a very, very rough outline, but it mostly only has specific scenes or emotional stages I want to write towards. I never keep to any outlines and overthrow them within minutes after making them, so I no longer bother with them lmao.

27) How do you feel about collaborations?

I did one ages ago, when I was still in school. It was a lot of fun and I'd definitely be open for it again, but it certainly takes up more time and you need someone you can trust in.

29) If you could write the sequel (or prequel) to any fic out there not written by yourself, which would you choose?

Honestly? The answer is none, just because I don't think I could do any of my favorite stories justice. Not because I think my writing is bad, but because I love them as much because of the special something they have thanks to the author who's written them. Wouldn't say no to a sequel or prequel written by them though asfdhsfdkja

37) Talk about your current wips.

I've briefly talked about my next projects here. But my BIG WIP's right now are Royally Whipped which is very close to being done (probably two more chapters) and then #Simon's revenge.

Some people have been asking for a social media chapter for RW, which is extremely flattering, and I love reading those, but don't even know how to begin putting one together. So, that might happen, if I ever get my shit together (or someone else volunteers to do it ahsjfdasj).

Simon's renevge is a AU where Wille isn't Prince (still rich tho) and meets Simon under... interesting circumstances. Simon is seeking revenge on someone else and poor Wille becomes emotional collateral damage. It'll be less fluffy than RW, though hopefully just as fun. It's very gremlin!simon (channelling all his dodgeball energy). I have a moodboard that I might post soon and maybe some snippets leading up to it's release, if anyone's interested.

#sillylittleflower #lias letters #talking shit for the hell of it

[prettyboybuckley]

wip wednesday

i know i never do any of these things despite all the wonderful people tagging me (i'm always tired and never know what to post) and then i suddenly come out of nowhere with a snippet this size but shhhh For part 3 of the ace kink fic 💕 Buck is on a trip and Christopher came with the "are you and Buck dating" question 😅😂 He had a valid reason, which you can read in the whole scene when it's posted 🤭 Wordcount for this installment is already at 13.3k and i am Not Done yet 😅 (It also focuses a lot on Eddie's sexuality like the first part since this is the first time it's from Eddie's pov)

"Because you don't like boys? It'd be okay if you liked boys. Buck likes boys." 

The question, surprisingly, startles a laugh out of Eddie, mostly because of how matter-of-factly his son says it. 

For a moment, Eddie considers his answer. He's admitted his sexuality to himself, has admitted it to Buck, but that is where it ends. No one else knows that he, Eddie Diaz, is asexual.

Eddie wants to be open with his son, though, so he's trying to figure out the right words to explain this to an eleven-year-old.

That, and-

"I don't know if I like boys," he says, and that's true. At this point, he doesn't think he can outright write it off as impossible, because he still hasn't figured out all of his feelings. "I, uhm- do you know how when adults like someone, it's usually also important to them if they want to... do adult stuff with them?"

"You mean sex?" Christopher asks him in a deadpan tone.

Ah, yeah, Eddie forgot again for a moment that his son is growing up, and he actually knows what sex is. Which Eddie had a hand in, since he had a thorough age-appropriate conversations with his kid about that as well.

"Yeah, yeah, exactly. But- but sometimes people don't want that with anyone. They may like boys or girls or both, but only romantically, so to date and to marry and maybe to kiss, but nothing more. And a little while ago, I realized that's how I feel. So when I like someone, it's only romantically, but it can be hard to figure out where the line is between wanting to date someone and wanting to be friends with them."

He knows that it's more complicated that how he explains it right now, he's been over that with Buck. Being asexual doesn't always equal not wanting sex, but he thinks that explaining sexual attraction itself to his eleven-year-old might be a bit too ambitious when he still has a hard time wrapping his head around it himself.

Eddie waits with his heart in his throat for his son to process his words and say something. Or ask something, which is more likely.

This is not how he thought this morning would go.

"So how do you know, then?"

"Well," Eddie says, letting out a sigh. "Your mom, I think she was maybe kind of the exception? With her, I think I maybe did like her that way, but I don't know for sure. But I do know that I loved her very much. With Ms. Flores, I got the butterflies, you know, the ones you told me about yesterday? But then the butterflies didn't become anything more, and that happens sometimes. So I guess I'll just have to follow the butterflies."

"And you've only had butterflies for girls?"

Eddie chuckles, and he takes a moment to think about it.

"I think so, yeah. And hey, I may not be dating Buck, but I'm also not planning on dating anyone else, and Buck isn't going anywhere, okay?"

"Good," Christopher says with a pleased nod. "You're grumpy when he's not here."

tagging @rogerzsteven @holdmygum @honestlydarkprincess @monsterrae1 @buddierights @heartbeatdiaz @alyxmastershipper @littlebitofdiaz @princessfbi @bigfootsmom @elvensorceress @mooshkat ♥️

#wip wednesday #buddie wip #buddie #gary writes the ace kink fic #gary writes #i just really love how it turned out and needed to share 😭

[swaps55]

I was asked for the “director’s cut” dissertation I have on this snippet, and I am easily enabled. So here we go. This is wildly self-indulgent writing thinky thoughts, so putting most of it under a cut. Spoilers for ME3-era Opus thoughts, but if you read the snippet you’ve already got some spoilers, and given I haven’t even started posting Mezzo yet, I challenge anyone to remember any of this by the time I get to it anyway. XD

Tagging @fyeahmshepkaidan @scribblesandknots and @flightofthefaeriedragon , who specifically asked for this and are about to have Regrets, sorry (not sorry).

Fugue completely rewired my way of thinking about Sam and Kaidan’s reconciliation in ME3. The game, by necessity, makes resuming the romance Shepard’s call – Kaidan says he is willing, and Shepard can choose whether or not to accept.

But grief changes people. And Sam and Kaidan have a long history and soulmate level connection to each other at the time of Alchera. Can you even imagine going through losing someone like that, clawing your way back to your life for two years, transforming yourself into something new against your will because grief didn’t give you a choice, only to have the person you’ve been grieving walk back into your life with open arms, because for him, none of it happened?

At first you might think the gut reaction is, “oh thank god.” They’re back! Everything can be okay again! But I don’t think so. You spent all that time fighting a war that…in the end didn’t need to be fought. You are bruised and bloody, bent into a new shape for better or for worse, and it turns out you didn’t have to do any of it.

You did it all for nothing. For nothing.

Where do you put that frustration? That anger? It wasn’t Sam’s fault. It wasn’t anyone’s fault, really. But that anger has to go somewhere. Walking back into that relationship with open arms isn’t possible. You’ve changed too much. To make it more complicated, nothing has changed about who Sam is or what he does. The stakes are even higher now, and the odds of him getting out of it alive are so slim.  

Going back to him means setting yourself up to lose him again, only now you know what that feels like.

All this to say because Kaidan hurt so much for so long, when he finally gets there and gives in to the inevitable, he needs a moment of catharsis. A big one. He’s earned it.

But this is a surprisingly difficult thing to achieve, because ME3 is all about the weight on Shepard’s shoulders. The fate of the galaxy rests on him. There is no room to be the strong one, to be the comfort Kaidan needs, because he needs the same thing.

One of the really difficult parts of a relationship is handling the times when you are both on the downswing. It’s one thing when one person is hurting and the other is comforting, but when you’re both down the hole, there is no one to throw the rope and help you out. You now have to work together to do it, when neither of you are in a place to be the person your partner needs. That’s hard. It’s hard in real life, and complex to navigate in fiction.

This made it really difficult to come up with a way for the two of them to reconcile that respected their emotional needs. Fugue biased me so much towards Kaidan that I kept envisioning that reconciliation being centered on Sam comforting Kaidan in ways that weren’t addressing how broken and fragile Sam is in those moments.

But whatever the solution was, that catharsis for Kaidan was non-negotiable. He needed it, and I needed it for writing Fugue in the first place, lol.

One of the repeating narrative threads throughout Fugue was Kaidan dreaming about Sam being alive, only to wake up to the absence of him in the form of a still gravity well and a neatly made bed, two things that are impossible to have when sharing a bed with that man. So I have always, always, envisioned that moment where Kaidan wakes up for the first time and the dream…doesn’t end. Sam is there. The bedding is a mess. The gravity well is doing somersaults again. And then he rolls over, trying to figure out if he’s going insane or not, and gets hit with the first “Hey, you,” since Sam died.

But in all my daydreaming, that’s where the scene ended. ‘Hey, you,’ was such a significant moment in Sonata, that I was really enamored with the notion that ending on the ‘hey, you,’ would be a full-circle mic drop on the reader, and the narrative signal that everything was going to be okay. The problem with this is that it leaves Kaidan’s reaction to it up to the reader, and that’s ultimately unfair to Kaidan. He needs his moment of catharsis, and it needs to be in present action.

So in this snippet, I let the scene continue, because once I had the nature of their reconciliation figured out, this became the right moment for Kaidan to get that catharsis. The reconciliation will be driven by Sam’s vulnerability because it more or less has to be, and it forces Kaidan to play the part of the strong one when he isn’t. So when Kaidan gets that reality check – waking up and realizing the dream didn’t end – he gets to be the one who falls apart, and Sam, who got the emotional strength he needed the night before, is in a position to give Kaidan what he needs. It’s closure to the events of Fugue. The emotional breakdown calls back to the panic attack in Sonata when Sam was there, and the one in Fugue where he wasn’t. And letting it happen AFTER the reconciliation itself allows Kaidan to get what he needs while still being true to himself: He has always been Shepard’s guardian, the person who protects Shepard so he can protect everyone else, and he still got to do that when Sam needed it most.

Also, Sam gets to call him baby, something that he will deny if you ask him about it, and he will believe himself.

It was the, “Oh, baby. I have you. I’m here,” that drove me to actually write the scene. It popped into my head out of nowhere from someone whose only term of endearment is “Hey, you” and felt like the kind of out-of-character but perfectly in-character thing that only gets to happen once, so it happens when it counts.     

#how writing is written #opus!verse

[snowthornes]

Greetings, @greatprotector-if . I saw your tag about writing the mc. Do you remember that random galen.txt file screenshot Someone (alas, 'tis me) sent to your asks? Yes. I have kept its contents locked away for all this time but now it is clamoring to be set free. I cannot keep it at bay any longer.

I was about to send it to your ask box, but then I took a step back and Actually Looked at its length and I was like. Madness. To terrorize anyone's inbox with this would be a most heinous crime.

So, it's a post now!

(Warning!!! Short snippet where you talk to a loser who's utterly in love and is very annoying about it. You may feel the urge to launch them out a window. I would support you <;3)

I am going to babygirl galen so hard actually, themk youf or creating them. I've mostly been lurking around in your blog till recently, but I just want to say that the moment I laid eyes on Galen I have been head over heels besotted with them. Thank you for giving them to us, they are the light of my life, the love of my dreams, I promise I will take care of them I will make them so so happy.

I am keeping an MC who's ready to fall head over heels besotted in love at first sight with Galen. They are raring to go. They are going to be so in love and they are going to be so persistently annoying about it.

"I don't think love at first sight is really a thing," a lovely well meaning individual might say, "Wouldn't that just mean you liked their face?"

(Another MC I keep stuffed in the freezer, voice coming muffledly from its depths: AND WHAT ABOUT IT,)

"No, friend," My MC would say, with a solemnity akin to a war general giving an impassioned speech in the name of their cause before they march off to war, "I mean, yes, Galen is lovely. The prettiest. They have the prettiest golden eyes, like the glimmering gold of sunlight coating tree bark and grass blades in sunset, though they often use them to give me the look—"

They pause in their enthusiastic ramblings to stare at you, eyes bright. Your expression has long collapsed, settling into a flat, dead-eyed stare. Why are you here. Why are you still listening to this. They gesture excitedly at you, triumphant.

"—Yes, like that! And they have the broadest shoulders and the thickest arms and the loveliest eyelashes, and sometimes I wonder what it would feel like to hold them—"

"You know, you're really not helping your case," you interject, your dead-eyed gaze strengthening into indignant accusation. You have to cut this wannabe bard off before he decides to wax poetic about this poor Galen for another three paragraphs.

Gods know that you would launch either them or yourself out a window before they finished.

"It— it's not like I'd do that without their permission," they cough meekly, their eyes wandering away from your accusing gaze. They have the audacity to look shy. "Of course I'd court them first."

"Court," you echo flatly. "Did you really just say court—?"

"Yes!" They draw themselves up, gaining steam once again. Their eyes sparkle with determined fire as they outline their wooing plans to you, the resigned listener. "I'll give them gifts, like cool looking rocks and flowers — nothing too expensive at first, since that would probably make them uncomfortable—"

You squint at them. "... Are you a crow?" they steamroll on, undettered.

"And I'll do some wood carving! Maybe some pocket-sized figurines first — wait, what do you think Galen's favorite animal is? Do they even have one? Ah, what about a chicken? Do you think they'd appreciate a chicken—?

"Not a clue, but you never answered the earlier question," you point out. "Why do you like them so much?"

At this, they pause. "I just..." unlike in their earlier spiels, their voice sounds much softer. Stumbling over their words, as if they were about to voice something extremely precious. "They're... them" they clear their throat, and fiddle with the woven bracelets around their wrist. "Galen. They can be grumpy and intimidating and they're kind and they care and everyone knows that. And I just... I like them a lot. Just because."

"Just because," you repeat.

"Yeah." they seem to struggle with themselves for a moment before they draw themselves up, looking at you with earnest eyes. "I want... I want to make them happy."

— And that was my Galen-mancer MC. It was an ungodly hour in the morning, I was possessed by the Galen Brainrot, and I proceeded to write this abomination, immediately passing out at 5am once I finished it. I woke up groggy and dazed with only one .txt file possessing a damning title as a testament to what I'd done. I'm so sorry 💀

#... I am very very sorry #This also goes for my mutuals and any unlucky chump who sees this float across their dash 😔😔💖💖💖 ily guys fwah #AND NO THEY DO NOT HAVE A NAME YET #IM SORRY MC... IT WILL HAPPEN WHEN IT HAPPENS <333 #tgp: galen #head in hands #what is this actually #the great protector if #scribbles.txt

[koinotame]

\o/

hi! it's me, nana / koinotame!

if you're wondering why i went inactive and then deleted, my mental health kind of (really) tanked... and i ended up deleting my blog in a fit.

it's getting better bit by bit though! and i've been wanting to get back into writing (and talking abt my unhinged/yan ideas i can't really talk to anyone else abt), so. here i am! for now, at least

as for my previously posted writing, there's some good news and some bad news: the bad news is that everything i wrote directly into tumblr (99% of snippets, a lot of ask answers, most exact content warnings, etc) is gone. the slightly less bad news is that iirc there were very very few posts of mine that weren't reblogged by anyone at all, so they're probably still out there? feel free to send them my way if you find any and i'll rb them. @/midnight-remembrance also has reblogged a couple of them! there's a couple snippets i have saved in some places, so i might repost those on my own as i find them, but there's very few of those. the good news is that anything longer (proper writing — oneshots, hcs, yan alphabet responses and so on, prompt responses, etc) is safely backed up where i originally wrote it! some of it is also on my ao3, which is the same username. feel free to send me asks about any you'd like to see again and i'll repost them! i might not post them if i feel too embarrassed about/wish i hadn't posted them, and i might rewrite/heavily edit some of them, but i think there's only a handful that fall into the former category and none of them were particularly popular. either way, no harm in asking!

as for some other updates: i'm a little divided on whether i want to keep posting explicit nsfw or not so we'll see. i might just keep it out of main tags. idk yet. regardless of what decision i make, this blog is still strictly 18+ and that will not be changing. since we can reply from sideblogs now, this is a sideblog and not my main now. why? sometimes i prefer to check up on a blog frequently instead of following them for a couple of reasons, but this felt very awkward when they were following me. so this being a sideblog relieves a bit of that stress. if this makes it sound like i have severe brain worms, it's because i do. to that effect though, if we interact every so often feel free to consider us mutuals regardless of whether or not i'm actually following you =w=b tbh i.............. am not really into genshin anymore. i might post about it here and there but i just Do Not (really) Care about it anymore. scara aside to some degree i also have no clue what's going on post inazuma lol whatever projects or commitments to writing or etc i had made beforehand. i forgot all of them so just pretend that never happened ok? ok i'll also probably be posting more sparsely, but we'll see! and (this is obviously the most important bit) i have no clue where i put the mika edit so we're back to my og classic pfp. the header scales terribly and is temporary, please ignore that too

all that aside, as a treat for anyone who sees this in time,

*roughly 6/22 done, but fairly quick to write. roughly one paragraph per character (sneak peek line: "it's not too hard to be discreet with his unique magic when someone really deserves to fall face down a flight of stairs. or three. oopsie. odd they don't remember it, huh? well, he had nothing to do with that.") **more realistic isn't quite the right word(s)... probably won't post this one to the main tags regardless. won't be doing all of the characters (only important/relevant ones) and won't be writing more about/expanding on, so this one is just like. a one off experiment sort of thing. overall less violent than most takes on the au + leans a bit (or lot, depending on how you look at it) more on the religious aspect of self aware aus. i wrote a couple paragraphs a while ago, then rewrote them, but i'll only finish/post them if there's interest for it (sneak peek line: "aether has deluded himself and cast You aside entirely on his own—and when You finally grace them with Your real presence, zhongli is certain aether will be the first to fall from Your grace.")

i have one other new thing immediately ready for posting that'll get posted in a couple of days but that one's pretty silly

#koinotame #and hi to the three people that found this blog before i posted this o/ #long post #i ended up writing a lot. ehem. #<- the type to always have trouble getting essays down to the max word limit #if nobody ends up seeing this. well. it'll be here still when i post some actual writing #q

[goldensunset]

what recently has had you vibrating in your boots waiting to be asked about it?

this is such a kind ask and i love that you like to reach out to people like this so i soooo wish i had something real to say in response to it (i’ve waited to respond to it in the hopes that something would come up) but i don’t know if there’s anything truly that i’m particularly itching to be asked about…

i’ve got several big projects planned and i’m really excited for the day i’ll be able to finish them but i don’t really like talking about stuff beforehand (i will frequently allude to there being Something i’m doing but i don’t like sharing wips or even snippets frequently because it’ll ruin the surprise)

i don’t know if there’s anything in particular i’m anticipating? i guess missing link coming out. but again that’s not something i’m ‘vibrating in my boots waiting to be asked about’ because it’s not like it’s my work or anything lol. and i already say all my media thoughts out loud regardless of whether people ask

stuff that i would want to ramble about… i would say my ocs except i’m still not brave enough to really talk about them. it’s hard to put my thoughts into writing and especially as someone who’s really not a writer. it requires such a level of vulnerability it’s really difficult. i for sure will probably never talk about The Main Ones but some of the side ones i’m getting closer to doing something real and presentable with. i’ve shared a bit of them already (just beta designs really) but nothing about the story they’re a part of. but perhaps someday soon!

idk. maybe being asked about them would in fact spark something? i sometimes have a hard time getting my own general thoughts out but a specific question (coupled with the imperative to satisfy another person’s request bc i hate having to push myself to do something but love checking off tasks on a to-do list that’s handed to me) might draw something out of me. but for the time being i’m not encouraging questions because i want to redo/finalize their designs and general personalities and stuff again before i go anywhere with them

generally i hide my thoughts not because i’m afraid of being cringe or annoying other people (i truly could not care less about whether or not anyone wanted something before i post it) but because i insist on making things perfect and excellent before releasing them into the wild. i have to make sure everything gets interpreted by other people the exact way i see and feel it (am i ‘tistic). i need to get my own stuff together you see. you know?

#thank you for this! i wish i had a real answer #i guess the only thing that would qualify is like. #i guess my thought process or work process behind the things i create? #i usually write those in the tags of posts anyway #but i really like explaining the behind-the-scenes of stuff #if anyone ever has any specific questions about things i write or draw or do i am always happy to answer! #asks #ha-youwish

[zyrafowe-sny]

writing ask game: 16 and 19!

from this ask game

16. What’s the weirdest thing you’ve ever used as a bookmark?

Umm... It has been A While since I've regularly read physical books (mostly read on Libby/other phone apps these days), but I've done the usual random scraps of paper in the past.

When I was a kid obsessed with Narnia in elementary school, I made special friendship bracelet bookmarks for my set that matched the colors of the covers. Some might still exist at my mom's.

I also remember buying bookmarks that looked like castle tapestries.

19. Tell me a story about your writing journey. When did you start? Why did you start? Were there bumps along the way? Where are you now and where are you going?

When I was a kid, I loved stories and reading and daydreaming and playing pretend (mostly on my own, as others aged out of it). I enjoyed my elementary school creative writing assignments, and started writing poems and stories in my free time too. That continued through high school, and around high school I also got into fanfic (mostly as a reader, but I wrote fan poems, short snippets, and a ficlet/one shot or two that I never shared with anyone else).

In early college, I finally posted a tiny bit of fanfic (on website that thankfully no longer exists), but I had an unfinished WIP that hung over my head for years and years. (It wasn't even that long a story! It just became an impossible task.)

And then there was over a decade of basically nothing. I wrote for college/grad school and for work, but papers, memos, PowerPoints, emails, etc. are not exactly creative writing.

The Owl House rewired my brain, as they say. It started out as a show I started watching mid 2022 while folding laundry, but in October 2022 I started bingeing in earnest. I was still finishing Season 2B when Thanks to Them dropped, but once I caught up... oooph. Immediate rewatch. I read some fanfic, but for the first time in over a decade, I was itching to write. I started with one drabble — 100 words seemed like a realistic goal — which turned into a drabble sequence. Then I posted a one shot a few days later, then another one shot, and... After having an AO3 account with zero posted words of my own from August 2013 to mid October 2022, I now have over 50k up and more in drafts.

These days, I consider myself a fanfic writer in it for the long haul. I know that life responsibilities/health/etc may interfere with writing from time to time, but I've found my way back before and I am confident that I can do it again. I am a little anxious about having multiple multi-chapter WIPs up on AO3 — there was a reason I initially intended to stick to one shots/one shots in series — but fanfic writeblr helps immensely. When in doubt, I write drabbles.

I am in zero rush to focus on writing original fiction, but I have decades of life yet. Who knows — maybe I'll write a short story collection or a novel someday for fun, but I'm not nearly as passionate or dedicated (or talented!) as my friends/acquaintances who are writing/making art professionally. That's where I am with music too — I love being part of a community choir and I hope music will always be a part of my life, but it's a hobby. And as much as I desperately wish we supported full-time artists better, I also wish more people could just "dabble" in creative/artistic endeavors (time and money being big gatekeepers for hobbies too).

#thanks for the ask! #sometimes I write #ask game

[sourw0lfs]

WIP Wednesday

I was tagged by the marvelous @wormdebut and in return I'm tagging anyone that wants to play today.

Here’s how it works:

In a reblog (or new post w/ rules attached), post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs; not titles, file names.

Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to post!

After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file. If the filename is one you can’t share from (for example, an event fic), write 3 sentences on it anyway, and then 3 more on another to share.

If you see someone posting a WIP Wednesday Game snippet, send them an ask! Make them write.

Filenames

phoenix Eddie

mechanic Steve

2 year box fic

assassin Eddie

Steve in the UD

Snippet: phoenix Eddie

Eddie’s expecting Wayne to be upset with him, so the tug of being pulled into an embrace both startles and confuses him. But it doesn’t stop him from wrapping his arms around the frailer form of his uncle in return. Somewhere in the back of his mind he relishes in being able to do so, both because he’s alive and uninjured finally. No more one-armed hugs for Eddie Munson.

“I’d ask you to promise me that it won’t happen again,” Wayne says, still holding Eddie tightly. “But I don’t know that that’s possible mixed up in all of this, so just promise me that you’ll do your best.”

Eddie’s nodding before Wayne’s even done speaking, dropping his face into his uncle’s shoulder like he’s a little kid again. “I promise,” he whispers back. “I’m not trying to get myself into danger. It’s just… finding me.”

This earns him a chuckle which is great, because if they were sincere and emotional much longer, Eddie’s pretty sure he’d cry. There’s only one person in the whole goddamn world that he cares about not disappointing and he kind of feels like that’s all he does.

“Pretty sure gettin’ found by trouble is a Munson curse. It’s certainly not in short supply.”

And yeah, Eddie can’t really disagree with that. Because while he might not remember much of his parents, there did seem to always be something going on. And even looking back at his own life, there’s a littering of trouble splashed across the pages. Some of it he asked for, sure, but most of it is just bad luck.

“Doesn’t seem to find you all that often,” Eddie points out as he finally untangles himself from his uncle’s embrace.

This gets him another chuckle as Wayne shakes his head. “No, it does. You did,” he disagrees but the words are fond. Warm and loving where they have every bit of space to kick and bite and hurt.

Eddie rolls his eyes, smiling back. “I guess I am trouble sometimes, huh?”

#steddie #fox writes things #wip wednesday

[javelinbk]

You posted it a while ago now but here I am again for the fic writer ask game, if you wanna: 11, 19, 22, 30, 31, 38 :)

Ooh, I like an ask game on a Sunday, and a surprise one is even more fun!

I think this was the list, in which case…

11. Three tropes that are fine but overrated.

I can’t really think of any in particular (although there’s some that just never appeal to me), but I do go through phases where I get bored of certain ones. Mostly I just don’t like if tropes are too overdone or heavy-handed - like I love oblivious idiots, but they still need to have some basic mental capacity - or even if everyone else can see they’re an idiot, it needs to make sense from their side. If they act like they barely have two brain cells to rub together, then it just takes me out of the story (although I’m aware I’ve pushed the boundaries of this many times!)

19. Share a snippet from a wip without giving any context for it.

You might have already seen this in the kink meme server, but I’m nothing if not lazy…

Paul doesn’t say anything, but pivots back to face John. He assumes John will deal with him if his previous encounter was anything to go by, and he’s right; John’s face set in a grim line as he glares up at the man behind Paul.

“Barking up the wrong tree there, mate.”

“Alright, grandad, keep your knickers on,” Mr Muscles says as he walks past them, although he stops and bends down when he reaches John’s shoulder. “Don’t bring a show pony if you don’t want people playing with it.” He throws Paul a parting wink and then heads into the crowd.

“We’re the same age!” John calls after him.

“Show pony?” Paul says indignantly. “These places are very demeaning, you know.”

John grins around his beer bottle. “I know — great, isn’t it?”

22. What is it about watching the same two idiots falling in love over and over again?

Oh god, I don’t know, but I do! Why does anyone love reading/watching romantic things? That is part of the reason I love early days fics and AUs with these two though - I love the getting to know each other and falling in love stages

30. Describe a fic that almost happened, but then it didn't.

I think I’ve mentioned this before, but I’ve written a few bits of an Anthology fic. I’ve written almost the whole first chapter, I have the ending image, but I just couldn’t think of enough of a story to fill in the middle part. But maybe one day!

31. What was the most difficult fic for you to write (but in the end you made it)?

Probably Stop all the clocks - mostly because it was one that I really wanted to read rather than write. Also I knew exactly what feel I wanted it to have - the slow, quiet sadness of grief and then the tender and hopeful recovery - but I wasn’t confident I could capture it. But it ended up being one of my favourite fics (and my most popular, stats-wise)

38. "This never happened" fix-it fics or "this happened but" fix-it fics?

Ooh, interesting. I do love AUs for taking away all the complications of real life, but in terms of fix-it’s I much prefer ones that take place after the breakup etc. I just find it hard to imagine 69-71 going any other way (hence the broken hearts with Brother Dearest/Father and Son). Plus I just love writing about them as ex-boyfriends!

Thank you, that was fun!

#fic writer asks

[miss-celestia13]

I am new to tumblr, I’m not entirely sure what I’m doing, but I wanted to post something anyway! My blank page was getting to me 😅

I like to write filthy things and use music as inspiration. I love love, and adore describing every aspect of it. I started writing last year, May 2022 to be exact and fell in love with it. I primarily write Duskwood smutty fanfiction. But I also write for the Game of Thrones Fandom. My first Duskwood story, Marked Me Like a Bloodstain, is linked here. It’s my pride and joy! If you like Jake and a feisty, badass female MC, very explicit smut and romance, you might enjoy this. Chapter 25 was uploaded a couple of days ago. This is 18+, full of adult content, language and situations. Do not read if any of that makes you uncomfortable🥰 it’s ongoing, currently at 197k words. I update often and have around 8 chapters left before the end.

Snippet of a smut scene from a recent chapter to entice you to give it a try ❤️

She was entirely at ease, if a little unhinged when she felt the cool metal on her sensitive skin as he looped the handcuffs around her wrists. The metallic click and snap as he tightened them enough to confine but not hurt, causing a fresh rush of desire to flood her inflamed core. She felt unbalanced once he was done, the muscles in her arms taking the restriction with a slight ache that only heightened the deep burn of her weighty arousal low in her stomach. Still, she was unable to stop herself from twisting her wrists to test her shackles, finding very little slack in them though Manon knew she could free herself if she wished. Closing her eyes, she drew in a steadying breath as he brought the wide ribbon of wine-red silk over her head and covered her eyes, tying it at the back of her head, blinding her completely. She gave a shocked cry that turned into a thrilled purr when he gave her ass a sharp tap as a reward for her compliance.

Blindfolded and tightly bound, she had to rely on her other senses to guide her as he carefully turned her back around to admire his handiwork. Manon arched her back a little for his perusal, the picture of shamelessness and want. She heard his breathing catch and speed up, and he made a pained noise that made her clench her thighs together in a vain attempt to smother the fire between them. His words only added gasoline to the blaze inside.

"I need you to tell me if it's too much. Can you do that for me? You look so beautiful I don't think I can be gentle." Jake said in a voice so guttural she felt it like the scrape of blunt nails over soft skin. She licked her lips, twitching impatiently as she nodded.

"Good girl." He murmured and began to back her toward the bed.

Her heart thumped furiously in her chest when the edge of the mattress connected with the back of her knees. Jake pushed down firmly on her shoulders to make her sit and helped her scoot back to lean against the headboard. She listened to the faint sounds of the floor creaking and the rustle of her bag as he set it down on the floor. Every second seemed to last an eternity. It was like she was locked in a thick bubble, every tiny sound bouncing off the opaque walls and seeping into her ears as Jake moved around the room. He was testing her, she knew, seeing how long she’d wait before she dropped the submissive act and took the reins back. She refused to do it, preferring to wait him out and leave her body in his capable hands. She tried to ignore the simmering heat in her center making her jumpy and needy as it picked away at the fine strands holding her tattered patience together. She heard him approach the bed again and felt her heartbeat in her throat, the suspense wearing on her even as it excited her more.

Her mouth went dry when the bed shook, and he finally joined her. Her arms were beginning to tingle and complain in their awkward position. Still, she knew it would be worth every moment of discomfort. She flexed her hands to release some of her nervous energy as she sensed him creep closer. Manon loosed a shuddering breath as firm, unyielding fingers roughly pried her sticky thighs apart, spreading her wide open. She felt him crouch between them, thumbs parting her folds a moment before she felt his hot tongue glide up the seam of her, repeating the move to make her sob and shake her head, working on her relentlessly. Being unable to see heightened every featherlight flick of his tongue into an all-consuming ravishing. She was defenseless against the onslaught, soft cries turning to throaty wails as he alternated between quick, sharp jabs of his tongue and long, languid licks to savor her taste.

She needed him to banish the hollow ache, but he stubbornly refused and focused on making her whine his name as he sucked and lapped at her clit. Her hands uselessly fisted behind her, and she longed to bury them in his hair. He was ravenous and intent on driving her mad, tormenting her until she squeezed her thighs around his head and canted her hips to keep him where she needed him. The vulgar sound of his devouring and the deep, starving groans made everything all the more devastating. She keened far too loudly as his mouth sealed over her clit, and he drew her swollen nub into his mouth, tongue swirling over it again and again. It was a divine form of torture. Her cries went wild, and she tried to wriggle away as her release suddenly surged through her, the flutter of his tongue over that bundle of nerves too much to bear. She sobbed, body convulsing when he relented and backed off, twitching at the distinct sound of him wiping a hand over his mouth.

This is from the chapter titled: “Five seconds later, I’m fastening myself to you with a stitch” which is later in the story. It’s a small part of a long scene 😏 The smut starts from chapter 5. From then on it’s burning brightly. Not slow burn, they would kill and die for each other. Manon is my creation, I love her and Jake, and I hope you will too. Thank you for reading this post. I hope it’s not too messy ❤️

#duskwood #duskwood fanfiction #duskwood jake #duskwood smut #duskwood jessy #duskwood phil #duskwood dan #fanfic #inspired by music #iamjake #duskwood mc #duskwood mwaf #smut #romance #ao3 writer #ao3 author #ao3 link #wattpad #spicy content #steamy #everbyte studios #duskwood everbyte #everbyte game #duskwood game #fanfiction #duskwood community #duskwood lilly #duskwood alan #jake x mc

[queenofbaws]

these weeks just...just keep comin, huh??? like they don't stop or something ;P

another quick update from queenie hq: things are going to c o n t i n u e to be sporadic and strange on my end for the next couple weeks. i'm going to be hosting family, again, until roughly the end of the month, so alas, i'm not anticipating a ton of writing time. or relaxing time. or time where i'm not gritting my jaw and screaming internally. SUCH IS LIFE!

however, i'm totally psyched to report i fiiinally got to cross one long-running wip off my list (the tale(s) of the champion), and oooh the feeling of seeing a complete checkmark for that baby over on ao3 is fueling the fire for me to wrap some others up too ;P my plan for the time being is still to try and get out a chapter or two of like wringing blood in the near future, but i'm also going to be working on finally wrapping of mummy men & bathtub soup so i can open the door for other CREEPs projects. we shall see.

as always, i've thrown some snippets under the cut - strictly supermassive projects this time, hehe - and i hope you're all doing well <3

of mummy men & bathtub soup

“Uh huh. Look. I’m sure you guys have something hilarious planned for me tonight. Another A+ jumpscare courtesy of Washington Pictures, Inc. And I’m also sure that the more of this crap you get me to gobble up, the antsier all your cloak and daggers bullshit makes me, the funnier it’ll be when I fall into a swoon or whatever, but it’s not happening. Am I the brightest bulb in the lamp? No! I’m not! Am I the sort of moron who gets bit by a dog and tries to pet it a second time? Also no!”

Sam had barely started shaking her head when Fliss joined them, an unspoken question in her eyes. She latched onto her instead. “People keep talking about last night. I've heard someone mention weird stuff happening on at least three separate occasions already, so if anyone could give me just a little context, that would be so great.”

“Weird is…one way to put it,” Fliss said. “It’s not the word I would’ve picked. Freakish, maybe. Terrifying, definitely. It must’ve taken you guys forever to set that up! It was—”

“Oh no,” she breathed, dropping her head into her hands. Conrad almost expected her to sink into a nearby chair or go full-on crisscross-applesauce on the floor, so intense was her reaction. She didn’t: If anything, she set her shoulders and squared herself off, assuming the air of a battle-hardened soldier. “Okay. Okay. Okay. Listen to me. I know you think this is about you because you think everything’s about you, but I am telling you, it's not."

upcoming CREEPs project with a title that 100% spoils ALL the surprise of it and thus will not yet be included asdlkfjalskjfklsjdf

“Any word from our housetergeist?”

“Uh, not unless they suddenly share yours and Josh’s love of absolutely inscrutable inside jokes,” Ashley called back, equal measures relieved and disappointed to see the fridge decorated with the same message the guys had put up before their trip: DO THE BARTMAN. Rolling her eyes, she pulled the door open and rummaged around, making a happy little sound when she spotted what she’d wanted. “Hey,” she called again, “are you gonna be upset with me if I drink the last cream soda?”

“Josh might be!”

“I wasn’t asking about Josh, you dip! I was asking about you!”

“Oh. Then, yeah, heartbroken. I-I-I don’t know how I’ll survive! I might have to reassess this whole relationship thing. Honestly, I can’t believe you’d do something as heinous as drink the last cream soda! I thought I meant something to you!”

She grabbed the can and shut the door, groaning, “Ha ha,” before stopping cold.

The fridge magnets had moved.

a fic that started as a joke post but now has almost 40k words written for it

“Hey,” he said, giving the grate a hard shake. They all winced, pulling even farther away until they pretty much fell on top of each other. “Chill. They’re fuckin’ dead. Shit’s fine. Don’t be weird about it.”

Good deed done, he turned back around to rejoin the guys, and—fuck.

Right away, Bobby knew he didn’t like the way Chris was sizing them up. He didn’t know why he didn’t like it, he just knew it spelled trouble, one way or another.

Jack seemed to agree with him. “No,” he said long before Chris even opened his mouth. “Whatever it is you’re brewing in that snowglobe you call a skull, quit while you’re ahead. Or while you still have a head.”

“Your plan didn’t work.” For someone who usually stayed at base during their hunts on account of ‘not wanting to die the world’s stupidest death,’ Chris sure was sticking his finger awfully close to Jack’s face. That was biting range. And Jack could move quick when he wanted to. “Your plan worked even less,” he continued, moving that finger to Travis’s face instead, and Jesus Christ, that was worse!

Travis didn’t answer him. Not at first. He sucked his teeth, though. Stared at Chris’s finger. Probably thought about breaking it off if he didn’t get it out of his face. “If you don’t get that outta my face, I will break it off, so help me God.”

Yeah. Checked out.

#queenie writes supermassive #ya gurl is already exhausted and the fam hasn't even gotten here yet x_x #the past two weeks have been. so much funeral planning and let me tell you. i am not. looking forward. to the day itself lmfao #it's been. such a time over here y'all. #let me go back to sitting at the kids table i fucking hate being one of the grownups in charge of shit lmaoooooooooooooo

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25. decision, Ross and Demelza

Thank you :)

Ah @veryflowerobservation, my muse, thank you for such a good February prompt. I am going to answer but alas I am going to cheat 2 ways. If I were to write something new it would be great fun for me but would take me away from my duty (of finishing the next chapter of Duty) so I will give you instead a bit of something else I have already written --and from which I also already posted a snippet. But then again, you like to put pieces of the puzzle together so you might enjoy seeing this again.

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Ross poked the fire in the hearth then without switching on the lamps, looked out the parlour window. 

Snow was coming down steadily now, in big sticky clumps unlike the freezing pellets they’d had of late. The outbuilding roofs were already capped with fluffy white piles, the road was no longer visible at all. The sun had set but along with the snow had come a grey mist that added to the darkness. Blocking out the moonlight and further hampering visibility, it also softened the atmosphere in a strange way.

At least Demelza gets her wish, he laughed to himself. He smiled thinking of how surprised she’d be when she woke to the cosy scene, the world’s flaws hidden again. 

He loved to see her happy. Even though they’d been together almost every day since Christmas, he still felt he had years to make up for. Eight years to be exact.

He was about to turn away from the pane when he saw something curious, barely visible in the snowy yard, only barely lit by the dim porch lamps.

Footprints. Two pairs that seemed to wind up from the road and head behind the house.

Only a moment later, he heard the knocking on the kitchen door. He certainly wasn't expecting anyone, so maybe the visit was unplanned--a stranded motorist perhaps? That might explain why they were out on foot. But whoever was calling had deliberately headed to the back door. A strange decision for someone lost or in peril.

A second knock followed before Ross made it to the frosty kitchen window. He’d hoped to peer out first but now felt hurried to answer.

“Mister Ross Poldark? Sorry to bother you, sir,” asked a young man who seemed to belong to the bigger set of footprints. 

With him was a girl whose wide eyes stared at Ross in an unspecified emotion. Fear? Awe? Surprise that he’d actually opened the door? Huge, unmelted snowflakes had collected on her bare head and even on her eyelashes.

“I am,” Ross answered, unsure what he should do next. Inviting them in would be the polite response but the idea of two strangers in his house was not a prospect he relished.

“We’re lookin’ for Demelza? She isn’t at home in Truro but we were told she might be here?” the girl asked.

“Demelza Carne?” the young man added as though Demelzas were so commonly found that the addition of the surname might ease any confusion.

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