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estxkios · 3 days

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Hello :3 I luv luv luv all of ur fanfics / headcannons <333

I wanted to ask if you could write a 2005 Bill headcannon where the readers style is cutecore. I haven’t seen anyone do this yet and have been very nervous to ask :0

have a good rest of your day / night you lovely person!!!

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2005 bill kaulitz x cutecore!reader

summary: the request :3

warnings: just fluff, implied fem reader but i tried to keep it neutral :,)

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the first time he saw you he thought you were the cutest thing ever.

this man did the whole 360 turn to see if his eyes were correct!!:3 (and deep into your relationship honestly he still does this because he thinks ur just adorable !)

the pink skirt you were wearing literally made him go insane he just had to get ur number

i can imagine you giving him the just the cutest dantiest pink bracelet ever, and no matter what hes wearing or what hes doing that day he keeps it on.

like this scary looking man dressed in all black wearing this small little bow bracelet just for u :>

speaking of things like accessories, he randomly takes your jewelry, especially necklaces

one day he took one of your pink chunky necklaces to wear to an event and the other boys were making fun of him

"no way ur really gonna wear that to the event" tom would say

and bil would just confidently reply

"i think it's cute !! plus, it adds to my outfit." :>

needless to say they kept making fun of him, but bill just stood on bussiness.

he would be grabbing the necklace the whole night

just smiling and thinking of you while he touched it

another thing that bill would do is watch you while you did your makeup.

wether it be just some pink eye shadow or a full glitter look he would always be fascinated about how good it always ended up looking !!

so one day he just sat next to you while you were doing your eye shadow and said,

"me next?"

"hm..?" he just sat and looked at you patiently as you processed his request.

"ohhh !" you grabbed your brush and the pallet you were using, "which color do you want?"

he pointed at the light pink, "jus' like you"

you giggled, did he really want pink eyeshadow or was he joking?

he looked at you seriously.

you looked at him with a questioning look as you picked up the brush, rubbing it against the shade he chose.

you lifted his spiky hair out of the way and grabbed his jaw for support,

he stared directly into your eyes as you prepared to start, making you giggle

"close your eyes liebe," you softly said as you started to put the color on his eyes in the normal shape he usually did with his black eyeshadow.

"all done!" you said moments later, putting down the brush.

bill blinked a few times before fully opening his eyes and looking into the mirror.

"cute," you whispered, ruffling his hair.

he didnt say anything immediately after, but he turned to give you fat kiss, and i think that says a lot LMAO

and needless to say, you did his makeup many more times after this :3

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anyways, sorry for how short this is !! i hope i did your request justice because i loved writing it !!

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starry-average · 6 months

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I’m doing a thing and you can’t stop me

Nobody can.

(i need to add lil notes n stuff but. hero analysis for the future notebook, here I come!)

#hero analysis #fumikage tokoyami #bnha #my hero academia #yuuei #midoriya’s notebooks #but im remaking them #for a fanfic that i haven’t started writing #AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA #I love tokoyami #i know the colors are wrong #im poor and only have like 3 markers #class 1a

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bluejeanstrash · 8 months

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it’s 1:23 am when seungcheol realises you’re no longer in bed with him. even though he’s got his back turned to you, there’s this gnawing feeling of something missing that stirs him awake.

he turns to see the empty space; sheets still warm with traces of you. he then turns back around to check what the time is, feeling his eyelids go heavy as he dozes off, phone still in hand.

it’s 2:02 am when seungcheol wakes up again, the phone falling from his grip, hitting the carpeted floor. he jolts awake, sitting up to see you’re still gone.

‘babe?’ he calls out to a silent apartment. he tries your name next to no answer. he’s worried now — a growing anxiety fills his chest as he rushes out of bed.

‘baby?’ he checks the bathrooms first. then the other bedroom. the kitchen next. and as he’s walking across the living room, he sees your silhouette on the couch.

he rushes over, turning on the lamp behind you as a soft orange hue illuminates the room and your face along with it. you look awful. the colour’s drained from your face and your hair’s all matted — sticking to your forehead, and somehow you’re sweating and shivering all at once.

‘what the..’ he brings the back of his hand to your forehead, gently pressing it to your skin. he checks your cheeks next, and finally your throbbing neck ‘you’re burning!’

‘why didn’t you wake me up!’

‘you have schedule’ you mumble as he frowns, getting upset.

‘that doesn’t matter. don’t do that again’ he scolds, immediately softening his tone when you let out a weak cough.

‘have you taken your temperature yet?’ you nod, turning your head to the digital thermometer sitting on the table.

‘okay. let me take it again’ he gives the thermometer a shake before wiping it down.

you open your mouth as he places it under your tongue seeing the temperature rise till it finally stops at a worrying 101°F.

‘hmmn..’ he chews on his lower lip ‘we’ll keep an eye on it’

what felt warm a second ago is now cold as you shiver, feeling a sudden chill. seungcheol pulls the blanket up, tucking in your sweaty body tighter.

‘what about medicine? did you take anything?’ his one hand now tenderly stroking your hair as you shake your head no.

you had tried but looking for medicine was a pretty heavy ask when the room was spinning with every step so you decided to just lie down instead.

‘okay!’ he gets up with a determined sigh, any sleepiness long gone. now seungcheol’s in complete caretaker mode with his only objective to make you feel better.

through the haze of the fever, you can hear him pottering around, moving from room to room — there are sounds of water being poured and drawers being opened, rummaged through, and shut.

he returns around 5 minutes later, hands full.

‘you need to take medicine, okay? wait, baby, have you eaten?’ you shake your head again.

‘no, you need to eat something first’

‘i’m too tired’

he insists on something small, disappearing into the kitchen and coming back with a pack of biscuits — not the good kind, but the boring digestive ones that will fill you up a little more.

‘come on, let’s sit up’ you groan, feeling the room spin as he helps you up.

‘two biscuits. that’s it. open’

you open your mouth letting him feed it to you.

‘bite’ and you do — crumbs falling on your blanket which he promptly brushes away. ‘one more bite’ and you follow the instructions till two are done and dusted away.

‘one more’

‘i already had two!’

‘and now we’ll have one more’

you groan a no.

‘come on. just one more. for me’ you let him have his way, too tired to fight, falling back down immediately as you take the last bite.

‘now medicine’ he pulls you back up, handing over a pill and glass of water as you take it through half-shut eyes, resting against his body for a second.

‘good job. now we can lie down again'

after you're tucked back in, he sits on the floor next to you, wringing and then bringing a cool damp cloth to your burning forehead.

‘that feels nice’ it does. like a cool breeze on a hot day.

‘yeah? good’ he smiles, one hand gently stroking your hair back.

‘go to sleep’ you mumble ‘i’ll be fine. thank you’

‘i’ll sleep once you do’ he says firmly, hand still on your hair.

you're still dizzy but the steady strokes of seungcheol’s hand on you is a constant comfort. it takes around 10 minutes till you’re asleep.

he finally gets up, kissing his fingers and then planting that kiss to your forehead.

he heads into the bedroom, grabbing his stuff to come lay down on the floor beside you.

it’s 3:07 am when seungcheol falls back asleep, making sure he’s right where he belongs — next to you.

#i started writing weeks ago in the middle of being sick #which is also why i haven’t written in so long i’ve been sick and i apologise #seungcheol x reader #choi seungcheol #seungcheol fluff #scoups #scoups x reader #seungcheol imagine #scoups fluff #scoups drabble #seungcheol drabble #seungcheol x you #scoups x you #svt fanfic

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foolishlovers · 4 months

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going to university/having a job really interferes with my good omens fanfic author career

#🤡#can someone read some texts for me so i can write #sksksks 🥲#i’ve written a bit on TOTP today tho #but i wanna write more…#need to read a book until tuesday tho and haven’t started #so i guess i have to prioritise that yikes #foolish talks #good omens #good omens fanfic #good omens shitpost

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forestmossling · 1 month

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me thinking that an enormous amount of bookmarks on ao3 somehow gives me cool person street cred, when in fact, the only thing it does do is reveal how much of an antisocial disfunctional mentally ill wreck of a queer person whose only reliable unhealthy coping mechanism is escapism i am

#ao3 #ao3 fanfic #stranger things #mha #bnha #haikyuu #ofmd #atla #pjo hoo toa #steddie #it also shows in vivid detail my glorious future of failing half of my classes #because i can’t tear myself away from fan fiction for long enough to actually do something #in fact i have to write an essay and make two presentations all on different topics until tomorrow morning #and i haven’t even started yet #because guess what? i’m reading fanfiction #god bless

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marrfixated · 7 months

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How I feel after scrolling through/refreshing the Alenoah tag over and over instead of reading the 50 fanfics I have yet to read

#or you know. writing the Alenoah week fanfics I still haven’t finished.#I have so many fics I haven’t even started reading yet ughhh #alenoah #original post

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oldfashionedmorphine · 6 months

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hi, it’s me again, here with another small preview of my upcoming byler big bang fic:

on the same frequency

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December 28, 1985

“So what about Plan B?” Lucas asks, first to break the stretch of silence after they finish eating. “Obviously I don’t wanna resort to it anymore than you guys do, but Plan A feels pretty solid now…” then he looks directly at Mike, “and you did say you wanted to be one hundred percent prepared for it just in case.”

All it took was the mere mention of Plan B for Mike to start fidgeting. “Yeah, I know what I said,” he grumbles, getting up off the floor.

“So then how’re we gonna set the trap? Like how do we get him to take the bait?”

“I don’t know.” And at this point, Mike was pacing.

Lucas and Dustin glance at each other, shrugging. It didn’t seem like either of them had any new suggestions to offer, or maybe they were waiting for Mike to throw out the first suggestion. Except Mike just kept pacing back and forth saying nothing, which was making Will even more nervous than he already was.

December 29, 1985

“Shit—sorry,” Mike whispers into his ear as he loosens his arms around him and leans away a bit, but doesn’t fully let go. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” he says. And then they rest their foreheads against each other, making Will’s heart race.

“It just seemed so real and I—”

“Mike!” Dustin yells from above, causing Mike to flinch and take a step back from him. “Your mom’s making chocolate chip pancakes! Get up here!”

“We’ll be right there!” Mike shouts back.

It was impossible not to feel a little disappointed when Mike flinched away from him again. But he swallows it down, forcing a smile instead and says, “Pancakes sound good.”

🎶 a song from chapter six 🎶

rating: mature

tags: alternate universe, not canon compliant, major character death, grief/mourning, ptsd, blood and injury, supernatural elements, time shenanigans, butterfly effect, thriller, angst with a happy ending

release date: 11/26/2023

✨ previous chapter previews ✨

ch1 | ch2 | ch3 | ch4 | ch5

tagging:

@kaiminluu @greenfiend @total-serene560 @across-thestars @boahey @magentamee @daydreams-in-the-moonlight @soyboystan @foodiewithdahoodie @booksandpaperss @likegoldintheair @mandycantdecide @hazmatazz @sparks-olivarpente @1-tehe-1 @wheelersboy @rebellius @maru-chu @septembr-moon @kamomillatea @trvbblemaker

(only one more chapter preview left!!)

#chapter 6 preview #‘oh my gosh that was so tense. holy shit!!!’—direct quote from my beta about ch 6 :D #also fyi this chapter is over 10k!!! 😱#oh and i haven’t even started writing chapter 7 yet… eheheheh but it’s okay cause it’s wayyyy shorter lol #on the same frequency: a byler fic #byler fanfic #byler fanfiction #byler big bang 2023 #byler big bang #bbb23

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frownyalfred · 1 year

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a great writing tip to overcome writer’s block I wish someone would’ve told me sooner:

go into ao3, open up a new fic, and tag your fic idea like it’s complete. add your possible characters and relationships, and then any tags you think might come up.

ao3 will suggest tags based on word choice (if I type in “Bruce Wayne” it will suggest “Bruce Wayne is…” or “Bruce Wayne’s…”) and you can use these as possible fic ideas.

you can answer some good questions too. is this fic explicit? who’s in this fic? will it be multiple chapters? is it gen or slash? both?

eventually, you’ll end up with a decent fic outline! or some new ideas. or both.

#writing tips #fics #fanfic #fanfiction #ao3 #archive of our own #basically go tag your fic you haven’t started yet #if you have writers block #I promise you’ll get excited for it then #another good tip is to think of any warnings for the chapter #writing things #writing #reading #reading things #fandom #tips for newbie writers #fic tips

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hrh-prince-butt · 2 months

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got struck by inspiration at the randomest time so now i guess i may be posting a multichapter rwrb fic in… the future at some point

#haven’t written fanfic in a hot minute and certainly not anything multichapter #but then i started thinking about an older fic idea (remember the band au anyone?) that i never got very far with initially #and i guess my writing has improved a little because i feel more equipped to write it now?#so that’s pretty cool #not making any promises it may stay in the drafts i’m just saying. words are happening

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sinsandsweetness · 7 months

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guys I have to write a short story for school and I’m so nervous because I obviously don’t want it to be smut (cause it’s for school) but also have no idea what else I can even write. I’m so nervous I’ve never had anyone irl read my writing. Ever. And my whole class is gonna read and discuss it. I’m sweating.

#I haven’t started #I have no clue what to write #wishing I had creativity for anything other than fanfic #t talks <3

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sexynetra · 10 months

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You Know I Got You

Hi angels I wrote this to get myself out of this writing slump. Idk how I feel about it yet but I can’t just write boxer AU and keep it from y’all <3 anyways, I will put it on ao3 when the website is stabilized! Let me know your thoughts please!!

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“You look like hell.” Marcia crossed her arms over her chest, gaze hard as she looked down at Anetra.

Anetra glanced up at her from the bench, holding the ice pack firm against the rapidly forming bruise on her jaw. “I feel like it.” She said flatly, meeting Marcia’s eyes and refusing to look away.

Marcia’s resolve was the first to crack. She had to hold on to her frustration, channel it into anger to keep herself from showing how frightened she was. “You need to stop agreeing to these risky-ass unregulated fights. You’re gonna get yourself seriously injured one of these days because of your idiotic recklessness.” She bit out, intentionally keeping her voice harsh.

Anetra rolled her eyes and dropped her gaze to her bloodied knuckles. “You’re a nurse. You can just patch me up.”

“I’m a nurse, not a fucking miracle worker!” Marcia snapped, throwing her arms in the air and spinning around so her back was to Anetra, desperate to hide the hot tears pricking in her eyes. Anetra couldn’t see her cry. This thing between them was so tentative, so new. She couldn’t let this kind of vulnerability show. Anetra didn’t need to know that even though she wanted to support her boxing, her heart dropped to her stomach every time Anetra stepped into the ring, legal fight or otherwise.

She was so caught up in trying to control her own emotions, to rein in her nerves and keep the mask up, that she didn’t notice Anetra had moved until she felt a strong hand grabbing her shoulder.

“I’m sorry, kitten. I didn’t mean to frighten you. I’m okay, just some scrapes and bruises, they'll heal.” Anetra’s voice was soft, mouth right beside Marcia’s ear, and Marcia turned around finally, eyes still shiny with unshed tears.

“This time. But what about next time? What about the time after. I still remember when you first came into the ER…” Marcia grimaced, moving to run her thumb gently along the raised pink slash still prominent over her left eye.

Anetra winced minutely at the action, turning her head away in order to get Marcia’s hand off the scarring tissue. “That was a one time thing. I’m normally a lot smarter than that.” She swallowed and Marcia watched her throat bob. “I know it’s… unsettling to watch. You don’t have to come to my matches. The last thing I want is to frighten you or make you worry about me needlessly. But I love this sport, I love fighting, and I’m not gonna give it up, not for anything.” She began to move her hand off of Marcia’s shoulder, and Marcia’s hand whipped up to grab it, to stop her from pulling away.

“Neech, I’m not trying to stop you. I promise. I just… you need to be more careful. This isn’t fun and games, this is literally your life on the line. One bad blow and—“ she trailed off, not even wanting to verbalize the thought, for fear of speaking it into existence.

Anetra worked her jaw for a moment, something unrecognizable flashing behind her eyes. But as quickly as Marcia noticed it, it was gone and Anetra was shifting to cup Marcia’s cheeks in her battered hands. “I know, angel. I know. I’ll be more careful. I’m sorry. Nothing bad is gonna happen to me. I won’t let that happen. I’m tougher than you think,” she murmured, swiping one of her thumbs gently along Marcia’s cheekbone before leaning in to place a soft kiss to her lips . “Right now I’m fine. Safe and sound beside you, if not a bit sore and tired… but you don’t need to worry yourself about an imagined future when I’m warm and real and perfectly alright right here.”

Marcia looked unconvinced and Anetra sighed, trying to brainstorm another way to get Marcia to see, but before she could speak up again, Marcia’s look had turned to something more determined.

“Move in with me, then. If you’re going to insist on these stupid dangerous fights, I don’t want you going home to an empty apartment where nobody can make sure you don’t have any lasting issues.”

It was the last thing Anetra expected Marcia to say. And honestly, Marcia hadn’t expected to offer that. But she couldn’t bring herself to regret the offer.

Anetra let out a slightly nervous laugh. “Are you… are you sure about that? We’ve only been officially dating for four months…”

Marcia squared her shoulders, once again determined to hide any nerves. “I’ve never been more sure, babe. If you’re gonna be doing risky things you need a safety net. And besides. You already spend more time at my place than your own, why keep paying rent for a place you hardly touch?”

Anetra stared at her wordlessly for a moment and Marcia began to fidget nervously, worried she’d accidentally ruined something by asking too early. But before she could psych herself out too much, Anetra’s face shifted to a soft smile, and she leaned in to capture Marcia’s lips with her own.

“Alright, kitten. Okay. I’ll move in with you.” She murmured into the kiss, feeling Marcia smile against her lips as her words sunk in.

“Wait, really?” Marcia asked after a minute, pulling back from the kiss and looking down at her girlfriend with wide eyes. “You’ll actually do it? For real?”

Anetra’s tongue darted over her lips as she watched Marcia. “Yeah, for real. I love you. I’m serious about us.”

Marcia blinked a few times before speaking again, voice softer. “You love me…?”

“I—“ Anetra’s face went pink as she realized what she had just admitted, eyes darting away. “It’s okay if you can’t say it back yet. I know it’s early. I’m. But I—“

She was cut off by Marcia’s body crashing against her own, arms wrapping tightly around her despite the grunt of pain Anetra let out. “Of course I love you too, oh my god. You fucking idiot. I love you. I can’t believe you thought I wouldn’t say it back…” Marcia breathed out in between excited kisses.

Anetra ignored the soreness from the fight, ignored the injuries she probably needed to tend to sooner rather than later, too focused on the blonde in her arms, professing her love. Anetra held onto her tighter, kissing back just as sweetly.

“Come on, my love. Let’s go home.”

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motherfuckingbrad · 7 months

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i shouldn’t be saying this because i’m already working on 3 (maybe 4) different various mythic quest fics (all braddavid except one for poppy li<3) and i am drowning in college work BUT if anyone ever has any good ideas for fics … send them my way

can’t promise they will actually get written, but i am always looking for new concepts and when something grabs me it usually does not let go until i’ve written it out

#i was just thinking abt this because i haven’t been motivated to finish any of the ones i started #and i want to write about them again #can be platonic can be romantic i don’t care tbh i love angst i love fluff i love it all #i won’t write smut tho so know that at least #i just know the mq fanfics are few and far between so i’m tryingggg to write more #also check out what i already have up on my ao3 if u haven’t!#username picturesonthewcll #two braddavid angsty one shots already there <3 #ok that’s the end of my plug sorry #pls send ideas if u have them!!#mythic quest #mythic quest fanfiction #braddavid #brad bakshi fanfiction #ao3

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plutosrobin · 16 hours

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this might be a little too niche but imagine an avatrice fic in the bly manor universe, like beatrice as jamie and ava as dani… it would destroy me i think

#maybe one day i’ll write it #after i do the last of us avatrice au #which i still haven’t started bc i’m trying to finish my WIP first #so many characters so many thoughts not enough time #avatrice #avatrice fanfic #warrior nun #damie #damie fanfic #bly manor #the haunting of bly manor

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writer-haley-e · 29 days

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I saw some other people doing a WIP questionnaire and I decided to join in and do it. No one tagged me to do this, I’m just doing it cause I want to.

I’m answering for my NaNoWriMo WIP (camp nanowrimo’s tomorrow! Anyone else participating?) which is a post-apocalyptic tragic fantasy where magic was released into the world causing mass death across the world. The MC, Nia, takes in a small horde of children and struggles to keep them fed and cared for while they’re also dealing with a magical world they know nothing about.

Now onto the questions:

1. What was the first part of your WIP that you created?

I first created the ending, which I can’t say without spoiling the story. But it’s a tragedy, and I thought of the ending that makes it a tragedy before any of the characters or worldbuilding or plot.

2. If your WIP was a TV show, what would the theme song/intro be?

I have no idea, but it’s probably be something gentle-ish that reflects the more wholesome/lighthearted bits of the story.

3. Who are your favorite characters you’ve made? Why?

I really like the main characters brother, Andy, who in draft two will be getting his own POV! I know so much more about his character than what’s currently written into the story and I love him so much haha. He’s the kind of guy who always has snacks on him, though you probably won’t notice until he starts eating them. He’s got a girlfriend and baby daughter who he’s so sweet with and I will definitely be showing more of their relationship when I add in his POV to the story. Hes an extrovert who loves to make friends with as many people as he can, and is very ambitious. He does what he can to help others, and despite some of the things he does in the story and before it, he’s a pretty good guy.

I also love two of the child characters that the main character is taking care of, too. I didn’t portray them exactly how I liked in the first draft and will be fixing that in the rewrite. I love who I’m intending them to be haha. Theyre five year old twins, named Anna and Adam, and they’re pretty much always seen beside each other. Most likely because of anxiety after losing all the rest of their family outside their older sister. Anna ends up getting a power that impacts the whole end of the story and I feel bad for the weight she has to carry.

4. What other pieces of media do you think would share a fanbase for your story?

I’m not really sure about specific media’s, but people who enjoy the genres fantasy and tragedy would enjoy it, as well as post-apocalypse fans.

5. What has been your biggest struggle with your WIP?

Sticking to it to finish the first draft probably. I’m so close and I’m not letting myself put it on hiatus, especially because I really want to read the finished product. I enjoy reading my writing, but I have such a hard time finishing anything. I’m maybe 20k words away from finishing this first draft and I will get it done during camp Nanowrimo! Hopefully, at least.

6. Are there any animals in your story? Talk about them!

There are a handful of chickens and goats, but they’re not very interesting. Just another source of food for the characters. There are mythical creatures, who may not count as animals but are pretty cool! Not to the characters, though. The mythical creatures are just more things to fear and struggle to live alongside.

7. How do your characters get around? (ex: trains, horses, cars, dragons, etc.)

Walking or cars, typically. It hasn’t been so long since most of the world died and the gas is still usable, so they make use of it.

8. What part of your WIP are you working on rn?

I’m about two scenes away from act 3! Probably about 20k from the end and I’m excited to get it written! It’s the part I’ve been looking forward to writing since the beginning stages of planning.

9. What aspects of your WIP do you think will draw people in?

Probably the focus on non-romantic relationships. There’s some found family as well as reconnecting with biological family and friendships and all that. The main character does not have a love story, it’s not a romance. But the connections with the other characters are very important and I hope readers will enjoy it as much as I do.

10. What are your hopes for your WIP?

I hope to get it published one day, and have some kind of audience reading it. I genuinely think it will be an amazing story once finished, and I just want a few other people to think so too.

#this story is called For All We Can’t Do #I started it for NaNoWriMo and will finish it for camp NaNoWriMo #I can’t wait for it to be finished completely so I can read and enjoy it haha #I haven’t finished a non-fanfic full-length novel yet so I’m excited!#writerblr #writing #writing community #writer #writblr #writeblr #writers #nanowrimo #camp nanowrimo #WIP #WIP Questionnaire

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anime-au-rps · 3 months

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I want to write soul eater (Evans) so bad….

I haven’t even finished the manga…

#I’m literally writing an angst au but the more I’m leaning about soul the more I wanna write him!!!#soul eater evans #soul eater #gaaaahhhhhhh #might just start posting fanfics on here…#buy at the same time I’m also writing Maka a bit more fluently. I am probably the closest to her #always follow the rules and do your best in school #I have tons of books I haven’t touched but do intend to read #gaaahhh

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prismaticcherri · 2 years

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A New Visitor (CaramelRaisin meet-cute)

After an incident where Caramel Arrow was found unconscious in the snow after overworking herself, she is sent away to the Vanilla Kingdom by the King Dark Cacao himself to seek Pure Vanilla’s assistance, and frankly, give the First Watcher a break. With the warrior struggling to adapt to the tranquility of the Vanilla Kingdom, cope with her homesickness, and work through her reluctance to tackle her deeply repressed trauma, she finds solace in befriending the self-appointed protector of the kingdom and expert crow handler, though she feels there’s something more going on…

Pairing: Caramel Arrow Cookie x Black Raisin Cookie

Word Count: 2041

A/N: I personally HC Carrow as transmasc nby & use she/he pronouns for her, which is used in this fic

CWs: While not discussed in heavy detail, it is implied Carrow struggles with post traumatic symptoms and uses her job as First Watcher to distract herself

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It’s so…peaceful.

Caramel Arrow tightly gripped his hanbok, swinging her legs on the seat; the warrior couldn’t be settled by the Vanilla Kingdom’s calm breezes, lush flora and the omnipresent cooing of the thousands of crows that dotted the kingdom’s buildings. The trek from her home to here wasn’t enough to satiate her restlessness as his eyes darted around her surroundings, anticipating the peace to be broken.

“It’s simply my duty, my life’s purpose,” she flatly stated. “What I’ve trained all my life for.”

“Of course, there is nothing less to be expected of the warriors of Dark Cacao. However…” he frowned slightly, “The letter from your king you’ve delivered to me has brought about concerns about the state of your mind.”

Cara shifted awkwardly, “Ah, yes. That.” She pinched his nose bridge, “All I can remember was trekking through the snow after a tough battle, before suddenly waking up in our kingdom’s infirmary. The wolf captain was by my side...” She continued relaying the recents events to him, detailing the concerned pharmacists and fellow watchers surrounding her, Crunchy Chip howling in relief when she woke up, and Dark Cacao, her king, looking away in disappointment. Though the disappointment was directed at himself.

According to a pharmacist, she had passed out from the exhaustion of overworking himself.

“This has come about from my own oversight, and for that I deeply apologise,” was what Dark Cacao told her before suspending her work and sending the watcher off to the Vanilla Kingdom, letter in hand.

“I see, thank you,” Pure Vanilla nodded in acknowledgment. He stepped closer to Caramel Arrow and held the side of her face with one hand, tracing the scar running down her left cheek and (somehow through his closed eyes) examined the dark bags under the soldier’s eyes. “You seem troubled,” he commented, now looking into Cara’s dark steely and piercing eyes, “Have you been sleeping well?”

The question made her cold hardened exterior waver slightly as she flicked her eyes away, “I…make do.” She was a firm believer in both knowing and giving the truth, but the idea of elaborating on the circumstances of her sleep activity embarrassed her, made him even feel weak.

“I understand that you must maintain your vigilance as a watcher, but too little sleep will even crumble stamina as great as yours,” he finally opened his eyes. “A balance is needed, and throwing off that balance will only disservice you in battle. Isn’t balance important to you and your kingdom?”

Caramel Arrow hadn’t seen the healer’s eyes until now, peering into his baby blue and royal yellow eyes glowing with knowledge in awe, “I…yes. Of course. It is how I can wield my blades with the proficiency that I possess.”

“Then we shall continue this tomorrow. Please, make yourself comfortable. There’s plenty to eat at the Crow’s Nest and I have reserved a chamber for you.”

Cara nodded in gratitude and walked out of the room, while comfort is foreign to him, he never failed to be opportunistic about food with how common scarcities are back home.

The Crow’s nest was tranquil, with a few villagers working behind the counter conversing amongst themselves and crows nesting on the tables and shelves; the dim candlelights proved surprisingly soothing for Cara, finally calming down a bit more when she sat down with a glass of raisin juice and a plate of raisin buns. (Noting the lack of variety would be hypocritical on her end.)

She was musing about work, chewing slowly on a raisin bun and already feeling homesick, only to be alerted to the door opening for someone she still hadn’t met.

A woman stood in the doorway; she was at least a foot shorter than Cara, with muscular limbs mostly bandaged and wearing a torn pitch black dress. She had freckles resembling the raisins in the raisin buns Cara was eating, and eyes as dark as his, except her left one had a vivid pink glow from its pupil. Her round face was framed by tufts of black hair curling around her cheeks and sharp long bangs that hung over her left eye. Her long arching hair had an overall rough, jagged look, adding to her tough-as-rock demeanour.

The woman’s sharp eyes scanned the room and stopped at Caramel Arrow sitting in the middle, “There you are,” she called out, her voice notably raspy, “I’ve been meaning to catch up with you. I don’t know why it took me so long, you're hard to miss.”

Cara snorted, rubbing his chin, “I believe Pure Vanilla said something about you, something about how similar we are. I missed your name however.”

“Black Raisin. I am the protector of this kingdom and have been watching over its reconstruction.” She walked over and sat across the archer, “Caramel Arrow is it?”

“Indeed, also the First Watcher of the Dark Cacao Kingdom, but I’ve no need to boast.”

“Nice to meet you, we haven’t had visitors in a while, hopefully your stay is comfortable.”

Comfortable… Cara thought, whilst appreciative of Black Raisin’s words he didn’t want to relax to the point of letting her guard down. The kingdom was still too new and too unfamiliar for her.

One of the other raisin villagers perked up from the counter, “Oh, she’s great! She got a massive plate of raisin buns!”

“He absolutely loves them!” Another exclaimed.

Caramel Arrow giggled sheepishly at the flattery, blushing slightly and rubbing his neck, “The journey here was pretty long so I guessed I worked up an appetite.”

The giggle reverberated through Raisin’s ears, making her cheeks burn hot. For a rugged warrior it was so joyous and delicate, it was a glimpse into Caramel Arrow’s true gentle nature.

Raisin blinked rapidly in surprise from the sudden rush of feelings, looking up to see Cara looking back to her food with his usual intense look. Raisin’s eyes scanned him: the way his shiny wavy hair draped over and around her face, the ochre highlights of her dark keen eyes, her small satisfied smile while she eats.

Black Raisin felt as if she was going to blow steam out of her ears, she wanted to punch herself for being so foolish as to develop an intense crush immediately.

She looked back up and saw Cara oddly looking around the small eatery, as if she’s looking for something. “Hey, what are you doing? This is just the Crow’s Nest.”

Cara jolted at the question clearly caught off guard, sputtering a “M-my apologies,” and tugging the collar of his uniform, “I am a watcher, my job is to observe the Licorice Sea and alert our troops to any signs of danger, this is simply second nature to me.”

Raisin chuckled, “This is the Vanilla Kingdom. You’re perfectly safe here,” she traced a circle on the table, her tone softening, “This place allowed me and the others to finally find some peace…”

“It wasn’t always like this?”

“…No. Not in the slightest,” she looked out a window, “We were constantly hungry and sick, always fighting for survival. We owe a lot to Pure Vanilla. You would be shocked to see how different I was back then.”

Fighting for survival… Caramel Arrow heavily resonated with what she said, leaning forward and resting her elbows on the table and head on her hands in interest, “The climate of my home kingdom is…incredibly harsh. We find honour in being able to overcome it day by day, with what little we have.”

“So I’ve heard,” she cocked an eyebrow, “So what brought you here? Did it get too much for you or something?”

Cara tensed up immediately, the memory of waking up in the infirmary replaying once more, “I…simply came here on His Majesty’s Orders. I don’t think I need to elaborate further,” she pursed her lips, thinking for a moment, “Why don’t you talk more about what happened here? I’m sure that’s far more interesting.”

“Me?” Black Raisin’s cheeks reddened again, “Well, I’d like to, but isn’t it getting a bit late? I can take you to your room.”

“Oh, I’m sure I ca-“

Raisin swiped her now empty plate and cup, handing them over to the other villagers, “You’re our guest I’ll treat you as such.”

Raisin held out her hand, which Cara took despite her confusion. However, whilst pulling him up, Raisin found herself overwhelmed at how tall the First Watcher actually was, towering over her she had to crane her neck to even see his face. Staring up at him filled her stomach with butterflies, her heart feeling warm and fuzzy, especially when the thought of Cara carrying her crossed her mind. Yet Cara didn’t seem to notice anything out of the ordinary for her.

Raisin led her out of the Crow’s Nest and towards the castle, her quick steps keeping up with Cara’s long slower strides, almost marching. They hadn’t said anything since leaving, which left Raisin in her own thoughts, ruminating on her spontaneous crush on him, someone who is simply an acquaintance.

In the darkness of the night, Cara noticed the bright pink glow from Raisin’s eye, “Say, I forgot to ask about that.”

Raisin blinked, coming back to reality, “Huh?”

“Your eye.”

“Huh? Oh, this?” She pointed to it, “It allows me to see in the darkest of night, it keeps me aware of my surroundings and keeps us safe.”

“Oh that’s…” she beamed, clasping her hands smiling widely, “Really interesting! That would’ve been incredibly useful for me during my night watches.”

“Oh…thank you,” her blush returned once more, her eye glowing brighter with her infatuation. Quickly growing embarrassed however she shook her head and puffed up her chest to put on a more confident bravado, “I mean, I wouldn’t have been able to protect our old village otherwise, there was danger everywhere we turned.”

“Heh, just like home too,” she felt something land on her head, and glanced upwards confused until she heard that familiar cooing.

“They seem to have taken a liking to you already,” Raisin remarked, looking at the small crow nesting in the archer’s hair.

“They’re incredibly abundant, does the kingdom keep them as pets? Or even use them in battle?”

“They’re our best companions, in battle, in delivering messages,” she held up a hand for another crow to land on it, “Or just emotional support.”

“Just like the Cacao Hawks and Cream Wolves back home…” She sighed in relief “Maybe this place isn’t too different.”

They kept walking into the castle and up the stairs, Caramel Arrow had her arms crossed but kept his smile; the doubts she had about her excursion were almost magically washed away by the crow-keeper’s company, her eagerness to help was charming, and the similarities between them piqued his interest. He glanced over at her, she felt safe rather than on edge and fidgety, but couldn’t pinpoint the exact feeling.

Eventually they stopped at a door down one of the many halls, Raisin opening it to a humble and cozy bedroom with a monochrome yellow colour scheme, “Pure Vanilla told me this will be your room, he also asked me to specifically tell you to not sleep on the floor. Apparently it’s a habit of Dark Cacao soldiers.”

“We avoid luxury to practice asceticism and be able to handle what the Great Icing Ridge throws at us, but if he insists,” she stepped inside, “So, you’ll tell me your village stuff tomorrow right?”

“I keep my word, just meet me at the Crow’s Nest.”

“Of course,” he flashed a smile, “Good night.”

Raisin watched the door close with a soft click before turning and walking back down the hall. She giggled like a teenage girl on her way out, now unable to contain her excitement now she was alone. The way Caramel Arrow presented herself, the way she looked at her with that warm gentle smile, the way she took her hand…

The crow on her shoulder pecked her out of her annoyance, which earned it scolding from her as they left the castle.

#cherri’s fanfics #fanfic #caramel arrow x black raisin #caramel arrow cookie #black raisin cookie #meet cute #pure vanilla cookie #crunchy chip cookie & dark cacao Cookie are mentioned #Cookie Run #cookie run fanfic #Cookie Run kingdom #CaramelRaisin #cw as Carrow struggles w post traumatic symptoms here #this isn’t my first writing but I haven’t posted any publicly until now #First meeting #no kissing or anything but they start liking each other lol

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