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justmeinadaze · 1 year

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Aftercare: Roleplay (Steddie X You)

A/N: I am not ok 🫠 God this was fun to write lol Enjoy <3

Warnings: Dom Steddie and Sub reader, Stalker style role-play so rough language and smut, degradation, slapping, some knife play (they rip off her clothes, the don't cut her), dirty talk, choking, spanking, restraint, and of course wonderful aftercare with fluff near the end.

If this isn't your kind of thing dont continue to read! It is consensual and the reader does allow them permission to do this but the role-play is played out like it isn't. NOTE I would NEVER write a version of these boys who wouldn't stop if Y/N said the safe word.

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“I will never understand why you guys like that crap.”, Steve whines as you three walk out of the theater.

“Oh, come on, Stevie. Scary movies just make you feel more alive you know?” You jump around them enthusiastically making them swoon.

Since you three had started your relationship, they noticed a big difference in you; mostly you were a lot happier. Your smile rarely left your face especially when they came home from work.

“This coming from the guy who put stalking her in his roleplay notes.”, Eddie chuckled.

“Seriously, I was surprised when I read how turned on it made you.”

“Why?”

“I mean, you? Being all scary stalker intimidating? Eddie, oh yeah. But you, baby? You don’t even like the genre.”

“I feel challenged…”, Steve playfully glares at you as you guys make it to his car.

“Maybe it is.”, you reply coyly.

“Are we really doing this?”, Eddie claps. “Yay!”

“But you can see him scaring and intimidating you?” The boy chuckles as he points towards his friend.

“What’s wrong, Daddy? Don’t think you can do it?” His whole posture changes as he stands to his full height. “I’ll make you both a deal. You have free reign to play out your little horror movie stalker fantasy anyway you see fit. No matter what you do or when you do it, I’ll play along.”

You were toying with him, trying to rile him up. You knew they could both be intimidating because you felt it when you dropped into your headspace. Hell, even when they weren’t being rough with you, the gentle aftercare had a power dynamic that made you feel small in a good way. If anyone even tried to hurt you, they would make them pay.

That being said, imagining them turning that intimidation on you in this way, had your pussy clenching. You were desperate to feel the full force of what they could wield so you continued to poke the bear.

“Honestly, though, I see myself laughing more than anything.”

Steve blinked down at you as his gorgeous smile began to fade, his jaw tightening in a way you had never seen before. His eyes locked with yours as he slowly stepped forward, knocking into you with his chest. You tried to plant your feet to keep him from moving you but he was too strong. You stumbled slightly till your back hit his car; both his arms gradually coming up to place his palms on either side of you blocking you from going anywhere. You swallowed nervously as his face leaned down to meet your own, biting your lip to hide the moan as his nose grazed your cheek.

“I guess we’ll have to see won’t we, honey?”, he murmured in a gruff tone. Suddenly, he kissed your forehead, releasing you from his blockade as he opened the door for you with that signature Harrington smile. “Get in, babe. Let’s go home.”

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Two weeks had passed and nothing had happened. You thought maybe they had forgotten about it or after planning it decided they no longer wanted to play that game. You were slightly disappointed but didn’t want to push them into anything that may make them uncomfortable so you three continued your relationship like normal.

Today had been a particularly rough day at work and you couldn’t wait to get home to relax with the boys. When you entered the apartment however, everything was silent. After looking at the stove clock, you gnawed your bottom lip in worry. It was after 9pm and even if Steve worked a late shift, they were both home by now.

As soon as you picked up the cordless to dial Family Video and the record store to check on them, the phone came to life in your hand.

“Hello?”

“Hey! Oh, shit. I think I dialed the wrong number.”

“Steve? What are you doing? Where are you guys?”

“Fuck. I already fucked this up. Eddie and I were going to do the stalker thing tonight. Jesus! Ed, I’m so sorry, man.”

You giggle when you hear Eddie grumble something at his friend. “It’s ok, Daddy. You guys can always try again.” The handle of the front door began to jiggle. “Did you forget your key?”

“What do you mean, babe?”

“You’re trying to come in, right?”

“No? Eddie and I in the car outside.” You freeze just as your hand reaches for the knob as it jiggles again. “Baby? Is someone trying to get in?!”

Loud pounding startles you as you shriek in surprise.

“D-D-Daddy? Sir?”

Steve snickers as the banging gets louder, your heart pounding with fear. You’ve completely dropped in and they know it to.

“IS someone trying to get in, little girl? I promise if you open the door now my friend and I will go easier on you.”

“I-I’m not afraid of you.”

“Hm but you will be. Now be a good girl and open the door.”

“No.”

“Your call.”

The phone abruptly disconnects as you drop it and run to your bedroom. The front door flies open as soon as you find a hiding space under your bed. Covering your mouth to stifle the fear in your throat, your eyes widen as you see two sets of boots wonder into the living room.

“Where the fuck is she?”, Eddie growls. “Come on, pretty girl! Don’t make this harder than it has to be!”

“No, Ed. This is fun. Little girl wants to play hide and seek.”

You watch as they split up to search for you starting with their own rooms before stalking towards yours. You hold your palm over your mouth tighter as you listen to them talk.

“You really think she’s stupid enough to hide in here?”

“Of course, she is.” The bed dips down as Steve takes a seat. “God, I can’t wait to find her though. I’m going to fuck her so hard she won’t be able to walk straight for a week.”

“I love your ambition, Harrington. As long as I can cum down her throat, I’m happy.”

“Do you think we should let her cum to?”

“Oh of course. Sluts like her fucking grip your dick hard when they cum. It feels so fucking good.”, Eddie sighs in pleasure at the thought. “We won’t be able to do any of that until we find her though. Which actually reminds me…”

The boy abruptly drops on his heels, tilting his head to the side as he finds your frightened frame. “Hey, little one. I guess you’re right, Steve. She IS that stupid.”

You yelp as you feel hands roughly grab your ankles and pull you out from under the bed. Fingers yank back on your hair and lift you to your knees. “I don’t know why you even bother hiding, baby. You know one way or another we are going to take what’s ours. You just make it harder with all this foreplay.”

Eddie leans down, wrapping his hand around your throat as he smirks. “What’s the matter, little girl? I thought you said you were going to be laughing.”

He tugs you to your feet and you immediately push against him with your hands, trying to pull yourself free from his grasp. Your hand collides with his cheek and he responds by slapping you harder before throwing you onto the mattress.

“Oh! Baby girl likes to play rough! We can do rough, honey.”

Steve unbuckles his belt and while Eddie holds your arms above your head, the other boy ties it around your wrists. You freeze when you feel cold steel touch you face.

“Don’t. Move.”, the metalhead growls.

He grabs your shirt aggressively in his fist as he cuts it and your pants off your body with the knife before passing it to Steve. Gripping your throat again, he slides his fingers between your folds into your dripping core.

“I should have known you’d fucking enjoy this. No panties and you’re soaked…such a fucking whore.” Eddie releases your throat to lightly smack your face again. “Keep your legs open!”

Your eyes roll back as his fingers thrust into you at a fast pace as the sound of your slick fills the room. He abruptly pulls his digits out of your pussy, hitting you between your legs before rolling you on to your stomach.

He pumps into you again, pushing three fingers in making you groan at the stretch. Steve kneels by your face and roughly yanks your hair. “Look at yourself.”, he commands as he points to your full-length mirror in the corner of your room. “Look at how much you’re enjoying this.”

Your eyes squeeze shut as you feel the coil about to snap but his hand aggressively pinches your cheeks as he shouts next to your face. “Open your fucking eyes and look! Watch yourself cum on his fucking fingers, you dirty slut! Allowing two strangers to take you so easily. You enjoy this don’t you? Tell me!”

“I-I like this…fuck… I’m…”

“That’s right, pretty girl. There you go.”, Eddie coos as he slaps your ass. Steve continues to grip your cheeks, holding your head towards the mirror as came.

Your head fell against the sheets, trying to catch your breath as Eddie climbed off the bed to remove his clothes. His friend rose to his feet, lifting your hips so your ass was in the air. The metalhead jumped back onto the mattress, spanking you again as he leaned down to spit into your cunt.

As he started to push himself inside you, you began to crawl away feeling overwhelmed by the intense pleasurable feeling of just his tip alone.

“Where the fuck are you going?” Eddie’s hands roughly gripped your hips as he held you in place. “Stevie, you want to help me here?”

Steve grabbed your hair, sliding his jeans and boxers down his legs.

“Open.”, he commands, tugging on your hair when you don’t comply. “Open your fucking mouth!”

Eddie uses the distraction to sheath himself inside of you and as you gasp at the intrusion Steve shoves his cock in your mouth.

“Why do you fight it, honey? You know you’re loving this, right, Ed?” The man smacks your behind and you moan around the other boy’s length. “Fuck that feels so fucking good.”

“Jesus, Y/N.”, Eddie grunts. His chest falls against your back as his hand grips your throat. “You like being used by us, don’t you? You tell us no but your pussy doesn’t fucking lie. You’re making a mess all over my cock right now.”

Steve holds your head against him as you gag; Eddie grinding his hips harder against yours. The man steps back as the metalhead tugs you to your knees against him, gripping your throat tighter.

“Tell me, baby. Tell me you love way my cock feels.”

“I-I-I… fuck…I love the way…your cock feels.”

“Cum for me. Show me how much you love my dick tearing you open.” Your eyes shut as you throw your head back against his shoulder, tremble against him as you cum. “Good-Good girl. Now—mmm—get that pretty mouth ready because I’m going to…to cum down your throat and your… going to fucking swallow it like a good slut.”

He pushes your lower half back down against the bed, pumping into you roughly. Abruptly, he pulls out of you, flipping you on to your back, and straddles your face with his knees placed on either side. After shoving his cock into your mouth, he thrusts his hips till you feel his seed hit your tongue. “Swallow!” You flash him your tongue showing him you had done what he asked.

As soon as he climbed off you, Steve tugged on your ankles bringing you closer to him. Your body twitches as he glides the head of his cock through your dripping folds, chuckling when you moan as he circles it around your clit.

“Do you want my dick, baby?”

“Y-yes, please.”

He leans over your fucked out frame and smacks your face before gripping it between his fingers. “I can’t fucking hear you, little girl. Louder.”

“Yes, Steve, please!”

A cocky smile spread along his lips as he breaches your entrance. True to his word, he thrust into you at an almost animalist pace, hitting every sensitive spot inside you and then some having you see stars.

His chest fell to yours as sloppily kissed your lips, continuing to roll his hips into yours.

“This pussy belongs to us. No one else can fucking have you.”

You whimpered when you felt the belt on your wrists tighten and the cold steel of the knife brush against your cheek.

“Because if anyone else even tries to take you away from us, we’ll make them regret it.”, Eddie grins as he hovers over your face before kissing your lips as well.

Steve pushes up on his hands as he pounds into you harder, feeling your pussy clench around him. Your back arches and the metalhead quickly covers your mouth with his palm as you cum harder than you ever had before.

A sarcastic smirk flickered across his face as his forehead fell against yours. “Beg me to cum inside you, honey.”

“Pl-please, cum inside of me.”

His fingers come to wrap around your throat again as his eyes penetrate yours angrily. “Make me believe it, little girl.”

“Please, Steve. I-I-I want you to fill me up. I need it, PLEASE!”

Steve’s eyes closed as he released you, his head falling to the side as his thrusts became sloppier and you felt him warm your insides.

Your eyes shut as you nestled your nose against into his hair. Hands gently held your arms as they removed the belt from around your wrist. Lips tenderly kissed their way up your limbs to your shoulder before Eddie’s much softer voice filled your ear.

“You did so well, sweetheart. Our beautiful girl. There’s no rush here. Take your time and whenever you’re ready we’re going to take a bath, ok?”

“Can I…have some water?”, you ask in hoarse voice.

“Yeah, baby. Of course. I’ll be right back.”

You wince as you feel Steve pull out of you, rolling to your side as he props himself on his elbow and delicately brushes some stray hairs out of your damp, sweaty face.

“Did I convince you that I could be ‘scary stalker intimidating’?”

You giggle as your eyes open to meet his. “Yeah, you did. You BOTH surprised me actually.”

“Alright, sweetheart. Sit up and drink this.”

They held on to you as you shakily raised yourself to a seated position. “Can, um, would you mind…”

Eddie smiles as he brings the bottle to your lips and slowly tips it back. As soon as you finish, he passes the rest to his friend who chugs it back before placing it on your bedside table.

“I’m ready for that bath now.”

“Good cause you smell.”, he teases as you laugh at him.

Steve grins as he runs ahead of you both to get it ready. Eddie lifts you into his arms and you keen into his neck as you both wait. The man lowers you in carefully before they join you and you happily sigh as they clean your aching body.

You notice someone is lingering at your wrists a while and turn to find the metalhead massaging the imprints the belt had left in your skin.

“Did you like it, Y/N? We were a little nervous when planning this because we didn’t want to trigger something for you by hitting you too hard or anything.”

“We figured though you would use the safe word if you were uncomfortable.”, Steve follows as he leans back against the porcelain.

“Yeah, no, I liked it a lot. I think what helped push me there was thinking Harrington actually fucked up.” You laugh as they chuckle along with you. “Um, I, thank you for…hearing me about…not being too violent. If you had tried to cut me, I probably would have used the safe word.”

“Honey, you don’t have to thank us for something like that.”

“And we would never hurt you like that. We aren’t really into that kind of thing either. We thought about using a fake knife but we thought it added to the scene if we could tear off your clothes which, by the way, I will buy you a new outfit tomorrow.”

“Oh, Eddie, baby. You don’t have to do that.”

“I know I don’t HAVE to. I want to.” You beam up at him as you kiss his cheek.

“Did you two like it? Stevie?”

“I did. I…like watching you…submit to me. To us.”

A shaky moan leaves your chest at his words. “Yeah? What else did you like?”

“I loved feeling your pussy drip all over me.”, Eddie whispers in your ear.

Your finger glide between your legs as you rub them against your clit.

“I still love the way those big, beautiful eyes look up at me when I fuck you.” Steve leans forward till his nose grazes yours.

“Oh and that little voice you like so much, man. Hearing you tell me you love the way my cock splits you open…”

“That’s right, Ed. The precious, tiny, submissive voice reminding us that she knows what’s ours.”

Steve replaces your fingers with his thumb as he plays with your nub while Eddie sucks on your neck.

“Who does your pussy belong to, baby?”

“Fuck…you two. M-my pussy and body are yours.” Your breath hit his lips as you pant out moans. “I love you both so much.”

He leans forward, connecting his mouth with your own as you came. One of your arms reached up to wrap around the other boy’s neck as you pulled his lips to your own.

Steve rose to his feet bringing you with him as Eddie followed. He ran the towel obnoxiously through your hair making you laugh as he smiled down at your gorgeous face. “I love you to, honey. Did you want to watch a movie tonight? Maybe something light.”

“That’s no fun.”, Eddie grinned as he pushed his old high school Hellfire shirt over your head and you held onto his shoulders as you stepped into your panties. “We also bought some quick made meals for tonight so you don’t have to wait too long for dinner.”

“Good because I’m starving.”

The boy kisses your forehead starting to head for the kitchen before he pauses and turns back to kiss your lips. “I love you to.”, he chuckles as he runs off to complete his task.

Steve picks you up and places you on the couch.

“How about Back to the Future?”, you ask and he smiles at your suggestion.

Eddie jumps over the back of the couch and hands you a bowl of microwavable food they know you like. Thanking him, you sling your legs over his lap as Steve comes to sit beside you so you can lean against him. Halfway through the movie, the metalhead lays down and hugs your legs to his chest as you play with his hair. Laughing when you hear soft snores, you turn to Steve so you both could tease him only to find he had fallen asleep to. His arm was draped over your chest as his head hung back over the sofa.

You felt like you wanted to cry as ran your hands delicately over them both. You had spent most of your dating life in and out of awful relationships. How had you been so blinded to the two men right in front of you?

Smiling to yourself, you closed your eyes and fell asleep in their embrace wishing you could pause this moment so the three of you could stay like this forever.

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oh-stars · 2 months

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love your work and everything you do, so excited for the month of march fics coming up !!!!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ a fic a day is incredible and idk how you do it honestly 🙏🙏🙏 does this mean that hold is on hiatus for now ?

Oh thank you!!!

It was so fun doing @steddielovemonth so I'm excited to tackle Stobin Month! I don't write enough fics about them and them alone so it's been fun so far.

Hold is on a temporary hiatus. I'm aiming to get the next chapter out in April. Right now, I have so much going on, but I start a new job next week so my writing time is cutting down drastically. So I'm not able to tap into the headspace I need to write hold.

I added an update to the authors note for the last chapter, but to reiterate here: I AM NOT giving up on this story!! It's a passion project for me, but since it doesn't have a timeline or any outside pressure other than wanting to get the next chapter to you all, it has to be the first to go. I need to focus on my posting challenge, my STRBB fics, and my exchange fic (and I have a few big bangs I plan on signing up for!!) so I'll be shifting gears a little.

If I wasn't at such a pivotal moment in hold, I think I'd be able to continue writing as normal. But I have an Eddie scene and an Eleven scene to write for the next chapter that are heavier, so I need to do them the right way and not just knock it out.

Thank you all for the support and understanding!!! I'm having so much fun and feeling really fulfilled with my current writing load, so the patience about the hold situation is very appreciated!! That being said... Here's a teaser (under the cut) for the next chapter to hold everyone over (no pun intended) until I can post it:

“Hey, hey,” Steve coos, coming to a halt at the edge of her crib. He picks her up without hesitation, sending a sharp pain up his left arm as he cuddles her close. It doesn’t matter, he could care less about his pain as long as she’s okay. “You’re okay,” he says, “Daddy’s got you.”

“Steve!” Robin huffs as she comes up beside them. “You shouldn’t be picking her up.” Whatever look he gives her must tell her everything she needs to know. She sighs and runs a hand over Charlotte’s wild dark hair. “I can hand her to you so you don’t hurt your hand,” she says softly, “let me help.”

He presses his lips to Charlotte’s head and sways in place, shushing her. Charlotte, not Robin of course. “I know,” he tells Robin then goes back to talking to Charlotte. “We woke you up before you were ready, huh? I’m sorry, sweetpea.” He adjusts his hold on her to check her diaper, nose wrinkling. “Sure you want to help?” he asks Robin.

“I think I can handle a dirty diaper.”

Charlotte’s cries have stopped, but there are big tears on her cheeks and her bottom lip is pouted out as she looks up at Steve. He’d do anything for that face.

Steve has to look away, eyes going to the bare, white ceiling as the fury comes back to him all at once. He blinks his own tears out of his eyes, all of the emotions hitting him like a goddamn train. “She left her,” Steve breathes out. “She fucking left her, Rob.”

“She was so blasé about it too,” Robin punches out, walking away. She’s opening the drawers to grab something, closing them with force but not slamming.

“What’s that mean?” he asks, dropping another kiss to Charlotte’s head. He drifts over to the chair they stashed in here during the move, an extra from the set his mom gave him, and sits so Charlotte’s laying against his chest. The movement emphasizes the pain and settles his heart all at once, but Charlotte’s sniffles and little noises make it worth it.

Robin takes a moment, putting together the outfit for Charlotte. “Does she not have any dresses?”

Steve’s brow furrows as he thinks about it. “I think she’s grown out of a few. I don’t know.”

“I’m all for giving the bird to gender stereotypes and letting her wear boy clothes,” Robin says as she holds up the basketball onesie that doesn’t fit Charlotte anymore but Steve can’t part with, “but I don’t see any onesies with snaps that fit her and pants are going to be a nightmare for the foreseeable future.”

Shit.

Steve groans and adjusts Charlotte so her cast is more comfortable against him. “I didn’t even think about that.”

“When would you have had the time?” Robin asks, closing the drawer. She’s out of the room before Steve can answer her.

#ohstars fic #steddie #steve harrington #robin buckley #hold on to me #single dad steve

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halfbakedspuds · 25 days

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Taking the open tag from @somethingclevermahogony

Rules: answer as many (or as few) of the questions about your WIP as you can

What was the first part of your WIP that you created?: wow, that is a bit of a question. See, before I realised that I had a story to tell in this universe, before politics or interstellar wars or honour bound gunslingers became a thing, Children of the Stars existed purely as a boredom fueled daydream about a world where humanity on Earth was a long lost colony of an empire that would check up on us every hundred years or so and try nudge our technology along a bit (I know.shocking how much a story can deviate from the original idea, eh?). This concept of an incredibly technologically advanced civilisation trying to work on a primitive society from the shadows is, at it's core, the basic premise of what would (three or four iterations later, when I started writing my mess of a first draft as an HFY episodic series) become the IUC [Imperial upliftment corps], so I think it's safe to say that's probably the oldest thing simply because it's survived the longest.

If your story was a TV show, what would the intro song be?: "Short change hero" by The Heavy. Maybe swapping it out for "Blue Monday 88" by The New Order about halfway through the series for thematic reasons could be a good idea.

Who are your favourite character/s and why? Adrian Castellan purely because of how much of a challenge it was to start thinking like he would. I started writing his backstory, and when I was done, I stood back a bit and realised that actually getting into the headspace of someone who is (for lack of better phrasing) seven unique kinds of f***ed up but still trying to be a good person is going to be difficult. The kind of person who's had to kill frequently in horrific ways since before his age had even hit the double digits just to survive to adulthood. Yet despite everything, he's still someone who's good with kids, someone who will care about a complete stranger in his own thorny way and someone who still has a heart, battered and jerry-rigged though it might be.

What other pieces of media could share a fan base with your WIP? I think Warhammer 40k fans might see some draw in the setting until they see a xenophilic humanity (Just kidding, I love you guys). Maybe a few Stellaris players or MiB fans.

What has been your biggest struggle while writing your WIP? Probably the story itself actually. I got the setting and character chemistry down and continued to wing the hell out of the story for quite a while before figuring out what the story was that kept teasing me to tell it.

Are there any animals in your story? Talk about them! All of them are alien to human sensibilities given that the entire book takes place on another planet. There are the Tsgara, six-legged reptilian chase predators about the size of a cheetah that are evolved to prey upon the local intelligent species. They tend to get confused by geometric shapes for some reason, so a legitimate defense tactic is to carry an eight armed star on you and just shove it right in their face to scare them off. Then there are the Kalaani, who are bred as beasts of burden and for meat, or the Ghar-nemyi or "unnamed horrors" that live in the deeper regions of the planet's seas and are called "Leviattii" (Leviathans) by the humans, or more informally "Magna Nothi" (The big bastards). Adrian likes to call them Djunlanur, which means something like "the big Fuglies," .

How do your characters get around? Depends. Anywhere in the city, they use their legs. Anywhere else is either a hike or them calling a transport to come pick them up.

What part of your WIP are you working on right now? What I affectionately am calling 'the war of the shared braincell' in my notes, which is Adrian trying to hide the true nature of what his people are and what their purpose is on Kradoma from Lyanni, while she proves to actually be annoyingly intelligent given that she has no prior knowledge to go on and can still consistently figure out where she needs to go for scraps of answers.

What aspects of your WIP do you think will draw people in? Hopefully the uniqueness of the setting and premise, maybe the promise of it being a scifi political drama.. idk.

Questions:

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

If your story was a TV show, what would the intro song be?

Who are your favourite character/s and why?

What other pieces of media could share a fan base with your WIP?

What has been your biggest struggle while writing your WIP?

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

How do your characters get around?

What part of your WIP are you working on right now?

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

Open tag for whomever wants it.

#writeblr #writing #writer tag

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the-toskaverse · 10 months

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Hi it's @clone-anon with platonic!Crosshair and yes I do know how it is sometimes with the sleeping or not as the case may be. Includes platonic bed sharing but not too touchy, so if that isn't what you're going for let me know and I can rewrite it.

You tossed and turned in your bunk, unable to relax enough for sleep to take over. You felt tired, but it wasn't enough to help you sleep. You laid on your back and stared up at the bunk above yours. You could heard various clones around you snoring at different volumes. That did not help much, although in a different headspace it would sometimes almost create a white noise that could help you drift off, tonight that was not happening.

You sighed to yourself and felt a pair of eyes on you. From his bunk above, Crosshair was looking down on you, almost like a tooka peering into a fish tank. A grin pulled at the corner of your mouth and you whispered "What?"

He quietly jumped down and stood above you. "Can't sleep?"

You deadpanned and "obviously" in his direction and he huffed with a smirk.

"Why are you up," you asked. He shrugged, moving over to get Firepuncher. He sat on the end of your bed and started cleaning the weapon, carefully handling each part. This was your chance to talk if you wanted to. You didn't have anything to say, so you watched him methodically work. It gave you something quieter to focus on. When he finished, he put his rifle away and sat on the end of your bed again.

"Scoot," he said. You moved over and he laid down next to you. "This okay?"

Your suspicions were confirmed in that question. Sleeping alone, isolated, did not help him and it wasn't helping you either. Things were comfortable with Crosshair and you knew he was only looking to help you feel safe.

"Yeah," you replied. "But you don't have to."

"I know."

He simply laid there and closed his eyes. He breathed in and out, steadily, calmly. Without thinking, your body started breathing with the same rhythm. You rolled over, facing the wall and away from him. It felt like he was some kind of protection. And extra layer of warmth too. You continued breathing in the same rhythm, both falling asleep within minutes of each other. You were out for the rest of the night and whenever you had trouble sleeping again, you found that steady rhythm to help lull you to sleep.

I am holding a piece of gold in my hands. The way I imagined him looking over the bunk will never not be funny to me- how you write platonic Cross my heart might explode.

10000000/10 big brother cross

#clone wars #crosshair x platonic!reader #soft crosshair #crosshair x padawan reader #big brother crosshair

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fandomfluffandfuck · 1 month

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I FUCKING LOVE YOUR WORKS SO MUCHHHHHHHH I've been binge re-reading them for the past month and just AJSHWIRHEIEJHR I AM SO IN LOVE WITH THE WAY YOU WRITEEEEE

Like, I can't explain how good u are with how u word and write POV's Ajdheje your characterization is so amazing, love how you bring STUCKY together ACKLK

I just recently read your newest update, Heresy AND I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHERE TO BEGIN??? HELLO??? THE INTERNAL MONOLOGUE?? GOD???? COLE?? HE'S SO WHINY I CAN'T-

Cole's definitely the type to go "that went inside me!?! That's too big, it can't fit!!!" Once he sees God's dick under better lighting and headspace and they (assuming) fuck the 2nd time BCS GOD HAD HIM GOOEY WITH JUST A GOOD BJ AND SLOPPY KISSES AJDBWJRGEU

I just wanna know what thoughts are going inside God's head knowing he popped this gorgeous man's cherry in the back of a dingy car HAOEHAIUEIE HES EGO MUST'VE ASCENDED PAST THE ATMOSPHERE KNOWING HE TURNED THIS MAN INTO A PASTE WITH LUST AND PLEASURE HAHDIWHRUE

Love how you wrote this one and we could just see how Cole's head turned to mush with pleasure like NGHHHHH the Virginity and corruption kink went BRRRR

I hope they fuck the 2nd time and Cole can continue being the whiny little bitch he is while God turns him inside out with the joyful pleasure of Homosexual fucking AHHHJJJJJJJ (do they fall in love????? I hope they fall in loveeee-)

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related to Heresy

AH! Thank you so much!!

I'm so glad you enjoyed it! You know Cole had a hell of a first time, and, of course, God's ego got even more inflated than it already was. That's so like him 👀

And you're so right, when Cole manages to get his hands around God's cock, when he's finally brave enough 😏, he can't believe he's taken that inside himself. How did it fit? Oh, God. How is he gonna fit it in him again? Because he wants it again. Absolutely again.

Beyond what I wrote... I'd like to think that God fully corrupts Cole, and we see Cole turning over a new leaf like we do at the end of Ghosted, going almost Bonnie and Clyde, but with God rather than Sadie. I wanna see him ride or die for God (emotionally and literally 👀), I wanna see him developing into an adrenaline junkie, I wanna see him finding his reckless voice while still remaining just as whimpery and pathetic, in need of God's instruction to tell him what to do.

Thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you

#asks #ghosted #god the bounty hunter #cole turner #god x cole #lovely people #🫠🫠 anon

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grasslandgirl · 10 months

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For the fic writing asks: 19, 27, 33, 47, & 68

HIII ANNA GRACE KISSESSS <333

19. Do you enjoy creating OCs or do you prefer to stick solely to canon characters?

stick solely to canon characters!!! i have a couple dna characters who are my darling light and life but i also don't really count them as OCs bc they're rooted in the original play to me forever and i don't usually throw them into unrelated fic (except leah my sam ecklund big sister. that's leah dna to me. whoops)

27. What area of writing do you feel strongest in?

uhhhh depends on the fic !!! some fics i feel really solid in the dialogue for, some i feel iffy on dialogue and comfortable in description, sometimes i like to really sit into the world building/setting/etc-- it depends on the fic and the setting and my headspace more than anything !!! (though i am forever curious as to what OTHER people think my strength/s in my writing is 👀)

33. Is there a specific word count that you hold yourself to/enjoy writing the most?

anything under like. 3k feels too short for me. i have a lot of respect for people who can write really short things and have them be like. cohesive and solid and clear but i feel like my writing has to surpass 2 or 3k words before it feels like. solid enough to post!! after that, it depends on what the story demands; i said in a previous ask that i don't outline generally and that carries over to wrod counts, too, i don't really know how long a fic is going to be until i feel myself getting into an organic endgame of the narrative-- when i start something, i have no idea whether its gonna be like 5k or 25k or longer lmao (famously i thought noble pining was gonna be a short regular fic when i started it. 3 years and 100k words ago. so. what do i know?)

47. Is there a trope that you’ve written before but are now sick of?

not really?? i tend not to read a lot of soulmate aus anymore bc i find them. a little overdone and not super interesting to me personally anymore?? but like ive only written one soulmate au a long time ago and i started writing that as a way to explore a soulmate au world build that did interest me!

68. Are there any fics that influenced you to write the way you do?

uhhhhh so many fics and at the same time? none? idk i read fic. so much. like every night to go to bed bc im #normal, and while there have absolutely been fics that have been wonderful and lifechanging and mind bending i dont know if there are any that have directly impacted my writing? sometimes reading a fic will give me a tangential idea for a scene or a fic or a beat that i might then go on to write, but my style tends to me more impacted by the people i am lucky enough to write alongside and hearing about their thoughts and processes and getting their insights and feedback !!! specifically in the last while jamie @jlinns and luka @creacherkeeper have been super inspirational and really helped me to continue shaping my perspective on my writing <3

send me fic asks from this list!!!!

#asks #xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoo #this questions are sososooo fun !!

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anxiety-banana · 5 months

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20 questions for fic writers

y'all i'm so happy i haven't done one of these in forever :')

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

93, but that doesn't count my 49 anon works lol

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

252,902, and i'm still disappointed by that number, because that means i could have written multiple novels by now lol

3. What fandoms do you write for?

oof uh lets start the list: star wars and marvel (and like three of its subcategories lol) are the current ones, but including past ones: white collar, psych, warehouse 13, almost paradise, and leverage!

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

so apparently most of my best fics are anon,,, i guess stick around for the official release of those?? but yeah the first three are anon

when it matters (white collar)

inevitability is a stupid, stupid, thing (penny parker fic!)

if you're so smart tell me why are you still so afraid (this is my one and only suits fic, i also hate it, but feel free to check it out lol there's not enough content in the fandom to keep it anon)

and home isn't quite the same, but it's far from unachievable

big brothers make it okay

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

uh YEAH unless you're writing in a language google translate doesn't understand or you made me so mad i'm avoiding giving my phone a smackdown, i'm replying to your comment

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

browski my fics are either fix its or "hey you know what would be fun? killing plo koon" so uh i did some digging and i think it might be call me what i am, call me a monster. that one was,,, a lot lol i have no idea where my headspace was when i wrote that. a lot of my angsty fics end somewhat hopeful but this one legit is angst all the way through

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

ooh!! lose ourselves in the moment is one of the fluffiest endings i can think of. i write quite a bit of fluff, but my main fandom also occurs during a war so it's a delicate balance lol

8. Do you get hate on fics?

kind of?? i've never had someone comment "u suck" on a fic, but i've had a LOT of passive aggressive stuff telling me i'm writing a character wrong, or that I write a fact wrong (i usually get these when i actually wrote something into a fictional universe with fictional, non canonical facts lol so i do get a little pleasure responding to those kind)

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

lol nope. i have an appreciation for certain kinds of smut in writing, when they're tasteful, but even then i typically don't read far into it before wimping out

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

i haven't, but i've written references to them into fics for people to find haha

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

yes, but basically my entire wattpad fic era was stolen on one of those weird bootleg fic websites?? honestly it was all crap they can have it

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

no, but i'm hoping to translate all my fics into legible english prose one of these days. when will this clown figure out how to write is my question

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

i had one (1) fic in the works between @ashgryff and @ljbrary once like two years ago that never even got close to completion, i'm not even sure what happened to that thing?? but i remember panicking because i was terrified of messing up something and we were all kind of new friends at the time so it was mortifying ahaha

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

team "i crave familial affection" i literally took to scrolling my bookmarks to find one i love :') i might have to go with kanan/hera?? i just never get tired of them they're some of my favorite characters as it is

15. What's the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

mmm so I Know, I'm Sorry (But You Can Do Better) is technically an ongoing fic, it's just a one-shot sort of thing that I'd really like to either give a full plot or just continue indefinitely but at this rate i have no idea if it'll even get another chapter

16. What are your writing strengths?

when i get into it, i pride myself on inner emotional prose, also people have complimented me on my dialogue before so i guess dialogue

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

plotting, pieces longer than 10k, sticking through rough patches to finish a draft

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

personally i only trust myself to do it in a tiny bit of french, but if it's done correctly i think it can be really cool

19. First fandom you wrote for?

sooo technically that would not be star wars even tho that's the first of mine on the internet, it would be Marvel, in which I wrote three paragraphs of a random movie ten years in the future after Endgame came out. it sucked, but look what it started i guess??

20. Favourite fic you've ever written?

we've already established that i have a total 142 fics on ao3 so this is a struggle uhhh maybe Eternal, i was really proud of it when i posted it, also you didn't put those bones in the ground, because it took me a really long time to post after i finished it. i find most of the fics i hesitate to post are my favorites, because i don't want them to be harshly judged haha

that was long, thank you for sticking around!!

no pressure tags! answer any or none of these questions haha

lilly and ash who i already tagged and feel bad for double tagging, @ahsokryze @dashedwithromance @armchairaloof @twentyfunnybunnies and all who wish to join! i see this a lot but honestly if you want to join this, please take this as your permission! i will literally tag you if you ask me to so you feel better about participating

#tag game #ab rants #fic things

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Hi! ☺️ I've been meaning to send you an ask for ages to tell you that you're one of my favourite writers on here – your style is so immersive, engaging and easy to lose myself in, and good at making me laugh too (in a good way)! You just have a way of getting inside a character's head and making their voice sound spot on, and that's not easy to do and is a mark of a really skilled writer. Your Eddie stories are brilliant and I'm loving Living After Midnight so far (as I hope my tags have shown 😅) – your love of his character really shines through.

My absolute faves, though, have to be your Argyle one-shots – I just adore the way you *get* him and fulfil the full potential of his character, giving us more glimpses into his personality and inner life, in a way the show sadly (and bafflingly) didn't seem interested in. I'm not ashamed to admit that I think about "Tonight's Special" in particular almost on a daily basis, to the extent that I've got a whole daydream-story going on based on that universe & that reader, which I embellish in my head all the time 😅 Your writing just really stays with me that way.

I'm sorry to see that you've been struggling with doubts about your writing. I know my ask won't fix that completely, but I hope it helps a little to know that your writing makes a big impact on me. I'm so glad you've continued to post LAM here and I hope you continue to find joy in writing. Sorry for not sending this sooner! 🧡

I've been staring at this ask since I got it because it makes me smile every time.

I am so, so curious about your follow-up story to Tonight's Special! Do we fall in love with Argyle? Do we continue to have insanely hot phone sex? If you wanted to write it, I would 100% support that!

Thank you so much for your kind words 💚 I had a bad day yesterday, but after talking to some friends, I'm in a better headspace. Your ask holds more weight than you realize--it had me so happy and is going to be one I reread when I'm feeling down.

#answered

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thatcrazycrowgirl · 1 year

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Hey Crowie! It's nice to see you here again and that you want to get back on track. You know I'm a big sucker for Jacob but Arno is a handsome man as well haha. So if you like what a out the promt of sharing a kiss over a cup of coffee or tea for those who prefer tea, like I do ;) but Arno is definitely a coffee drinker

I hope you're doing alright and you're getting better *hug*

Hello there, @havatnah! Hopefully at some point, I can get back into the right headspace to be able to write Jacob properly again. In the meantime, thank you for indulging me with your ask for Arno. hehe Also, your ask actually gives me a fun idea! ;)

And thank you, I am gradually doing better, I think. Hope you enjoy the piece! <3

10. Sharing a kiss over a cup of coffee (and tea)

Closing his eyes, Arno took in a deep breath and sighed with the upmost content. In his hands, he held a cup close to his face, the vessel still warm with the freshly-brewed coffee that was in it. It was still rather early in the morning; the café hadn’t opened up to the public yet, leaving you and Arno to enjoy your breakfast in peace at one of the tables.

And peaceful it was, as the two of you quietly indulged in your meal, just enjoying each other’s company.

“Happy to have your ‘bean water’ back?” you teased gently, breaking the near-silence as you smiled over your own cup of tea.

Arno cracked open his eyes and gave you a small, yet vaguely impish smirk. “Given that I was stuck drinking ‘leaf broth’ for nearly a week, yes, I am,” he joked back.

It was no secret that while you and Arno agreed on a lot of things, your choice of morning beverage was not one of them. You liked the subtle flavor of coffee in the desserts served at the café well enough, but drinking the coffee on its own just never quite appealed to you. Arno, on the other hand, practically lived off of the stuff, sometimes drinking it all day - especially when the weather turned colder.

Unfortunately for him, with the winter season fast approaching, the customers at the Café Théâtre were doing pretty much the same, ordering cup after cup and quickly depleting the supply of coffee beans in the kitchen pantry and the side store room. With the supply ships also coming in at a slower rate as well that time of year, this left the poor man without his favorite drink for longer than he would've liked.

His first day without it didn’t seem too bad, but by day two, you could see a noticeable difference in his demeanor. His mind was less sharp, he seemed more irritable, and he even stopped his business-related paperwork in the middle of the day to take a nap, due to an apparent headache. Fortunately, those side effects lessened a little when he finally took your gentle suggestion and try to drink a cup of tea; but despite him not saying anything, you could tell he didn’t enjoy it nearly as much as his coffee.

So, to now see him in a much more pleasant mood than he had been all week, thanks to again having one of his favorite aspects of his morning routine restored to him, was a relief; not only to you, but to anyone else who interacted with him.

“I still don’t understand why you prefer that one drink over all the flavors tea has to offer,” you nevertheless continue to needle him. There was no maliciousness in your words, however, quite the contrary. Light banter between you two was common by this point, the knowledge that it was coming from a place a love well-understood most of the time.

He shrugged. “You know I prefer something a little more...robust.”

You nearly snorted at that. “Says the man who practically dumps half a sack full of sugar into his cup.”

“I beg your pardon! Not half a sack!” he exclaimed, seemingly offended. His tone then changed slightly as he mumbled, “it’s more like quarter of a sack.”

He took another drink, but when he pulled his cup away from his mouth, you could see he was smiling. You couldn’t help grinning yourself when you realized why. He had made a joke. The previously coffee-deprived grump had made his first joke in what felt like ages. This only lifted your heart more. He was finally returning to normal.

“I must say, though,” he continued, “I’m surprised the ship with our order came earlier than expected. Not that I’m complaining.”

“It still hasn’t. That coffee you’re now drinking was from another shipment on a different ship,” you revealed.

He paused for a moment, processing this, before setting down his cup. His brow was slightly furrowed in confusion. “Then how–”

“I personally paid them a good price to sell me one of their sacks of coffee beans,” you confessed. The corners of your mouth sweetly quirked up. “Just for you.”

He blinked. “Really?”

You nodded, your smile now reaching your eyes. “Mmm-hmm.”

You barely had time to register the brightening of his face, before he launched towards you over the table, his lips easily finding yours. If any of the staff passing by had caught Arno’s public display of gratitude and affection, he paid them no mind - and neither did you.

“You, my dear, are truly the best as they come,” he praised after breaking away for a moment, before meeting your lips again with a much deeper kiss. Quickly and very willingly reciprocating it, you set down your cup and brought your hand to his warm cheek with a hum. You could taste the coffee on his lips and tongue, but for once, you didn’t care.

You were just happy to see him back to his old self again.

#hope this is alright #I may be a little rusty with writing him lol #Arno Dorian x Reader #Arno Dorian #Assassin's Creed Unity #my ac writings

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vampyrsm · 6 months

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i just have to let you know that your writing is so beautiful i cannot even comprehend the sheer art that im reading. its fcking insane.

im inlove with cor unum and believe it is THE best sukuna fic ive ever read, while being in this fandom for the last 4 years.

the way you write smut too omfg like i said its pure art. i feel like i dont even deserve to read this masterpiece. i sound crazy but its true, literally the most amazing fic ever.

if cor unum has 0 reblogs then im dead. love your work and hope you continue it.

take care of yourself and dont let any stress get the best of you. youre very talented! lots of love💛💛💛

Ahh thank you!!! I feel like I always say the same thing whenever I get compliments for Cor Unum but genuinely, I am so happy that you're enjoying it so far and thank you so much for the lovely words

Cor Unum has had a lot of my love poured into it and it's such a gratifying feeling to see the praise of others, and to see all my hard work is paying off. So yeah, thank you so so much, your words genuinely mean the world to me and a big part of why I continue to write even when I feel like my writing is awful

I definitely hope to continue it, I'm honestly though experiencing a bit of burn out but I think that's just because of my own general mood irl and my headspace hasn't been in the writing headspace I need for Cor Unum but I am by no means giving up on it, I've been writing bits and pieces of the next chapter so yeah still going to continue it!!

Thank you <3

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fuzzydreamin · 6 months

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for the writer asks, 2, 6, 10, and 20?

2. Tell us about what you’re most looking forward to writing – in your current project, or a future project

Oh, there are some lovely milestones and plot twists and just general bits of character growth that I am salivating over and can't wait to get to. But I gotta get there first! Terrible! Who decided this? Chronological order? Making sure the set up is worth the pay off? Bah!

6. What character do you have the most fun writing?

Uh, well, I've only written for Nora and Preston's POV's so far. I like them equally so far, too. I think the most fun part about writing multiple characters is being able to switch things up between them and really get in their head - how they think and feel about things that differs to the others in each situation. I can't wait to get further in and be able to explore the other character's headspaces.

10. How would you describe your writing process?

Lizard brain has ✨Idea💡 -> Put rough idea on paper and make less rough. Do necessary research. Continue to add to and edit this document the whole way through. It's a guide. -> Start actually writing the story itself and then write write write write -> Edit, oh no the editing, dreaded editing -> Success? Or horrible rotten failure.

20. Tell us the meta about your writing that you really want to ramble to people about (symbolism you’ve included, character or relationship development that you love, hidden references, callbacks or clues for future scenes?)

Sometimes I worry that people will look at the chapter/word count and think "That's too much." But then I remind myself that this is for me first and foremost and continue on.

Anyway, that is to say that I take a lot of time on parts of the story that might come across as more boring because I want to be able to add world building, character growth and relationships, and slip in little clues and hidden references that will come back up later on. There's no Nora falling out of the cryopod and immediately running off to DC or the like. It takes her over a week to get there. And that sort of continues on through the story - things just take time. But again, it lets me add all of that other necessary stuff to the story.

Taking time is just part of my process, and as much as I love writing the action scenes, whether a fight or just a big emotional moment or reveal, I don't think the focus of the story should soley be on those. You need the slow to make sure the fast hits right. I'm also trying to weave a whole web of things that end up interconnecting at later points - not just following one string. The fic is a bit of a rewrite/retelling after all, so I've completely thrown the "people know the source material so why go over it again?" to the wind. Because the ways things are either different or the same matters, so I can't just skim over them. If you read my fic then you're getting the whole story.

#thanks for the ask💖#fuzzy.post

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ace-din-djarin · 7 months

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fic writing ask 3 and 6!

Thank you for sending these!! :) Fic writing asks: 3. Describe the creative process of writing a chapter/fic

Usually what happens when I write fic is that I have an idea for a specific scene, image, or conversation. I'll write that scene first and then go back and write the intro and any continuing scenes (for instance, in 'Just Give Me Time', I wrote the attack on the Lars homestead first and then worked around it). I always write out of order, even when I have an outline for the fic. I generally *don't* outline though, or I'll only have a very rough draft if it's a long or multi-chapter fic. As an example for that, for 'Far Across the Distance' I have a rough outline of the basic events in each chapter, so I know approximately where I want to start and end each one. But for the most part I am very much a pantser when it comes to writing, which is another reason I think why it takes me so long to publish new chapters sometimes! I have a hard time working on fic unless I'm in that specific, creatively inspired headspace. 6. Do you have your work beta'd? How important is this to your process? Yes!! I started out without a beta for my first couple fics. The first time I worked with a beta was with @navigatorwrongway on "Like the Dawn". Now I work mainly with @mblogs, who generally betas everything I write nowadays, even if it's not dinluke, which is how we started. Usually I'll write a chunk of a new fic/chapter and then send what I have to M, get feedback and ideas for how to continue, and then write some more, send that, etc. We have a big Dinluke Fantasy AU project we've been working on for a while (the first 50k of it was my NaNoWriMo work in 2021) and for that especially, M has been absolutely essential in keeping the story together and reworking large sections to flow better and be better narratively. We're almost at 70k words now and I'm super pumped. I can't wait till it's eventually out in the world.

Thanks so much! If anyone else would like to send in a question or two, please do! Here's the post with the list :)

#writer ask game #fanfic author #thank you for sending these!!#ask game

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mischief-and-tea-by-the-sea · 1 year

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Random asks: 8, 13, 23

8. if you could look like anything, what would you look like?

Well, if we're going for total wish fulfillment, I want to look like a Jinnjirri. I'm fine being my height. I want to slim down a little more and be much more in a tummy-flatter-ness than I am. I'd like my face to be the same but certain features to be my own and in perfect health and shape (teeth - I mean my teeth). I'm pretty okay with my eyes staying brown, but green eyes would be totally awesome. But I want the ability to physically change gender at will, and I want mood hair. No body hair except for what's on top of my head (the no eyebrows and eyelashes thing might not be a good thing, so maybe Jinnjirri WITH eyebrows and eyelashes, takk), but definitely I want slightly longer, spiky mood hair. Sure I'd probably wear hats and scarves part of the time, but dammit, no, there are times when I want people to see my raging red hair when I'm pissed. Or my contented blue-purple hair when I'm in a cozy safe mood. MOOD HAIR AND GENDER CHANGING. Jinnjirri.

13. turn offs?

Well, I could say things like bigotry, homophobia, transphobia, misogyny, etc, but I think we'll go right into my personal turn offs, 'kay?

Can't kiss? No, I don't really have time or energy or the want to *teach* you how to kiss (not just kiss *me* but kissing in general). I once went on a date with a dude, and at the end of the date, he kissed me, and I thought, "I can't do this again. This guy is just shoving his tongue in my mouth and bouncing it around, and there is no finesse or anything, and no. Nope. I will not teach someone how to kiss." I didn't go out with him again on that principle alone.

Someone swatting my ass during sex. I'm not talking about the potential of a consensual sexy spanking or something pre-actual sex (which is still something I don't know that I'd be good with in reality no matter how sexy the concept in fanfiction can be). I'm talking going the fuck at it and suddenly getting knocked out of my good sexy times headspace by being swatted on the ass. And it continuing to happen at weird intervals. No, buddy. Don't do that shit. It's not sexy, no matter what you saw in porn. And as a bisexual, I can tell you I don't like this from a woman anymore than I do from a dude. DON'T FUCKING DO THAT. It throws me off and ruins the mood.

This is extremely picky of me, but anyone who writes each other as one word. I'm not even sure why it's gone from basic grammatical annoyance to actual turn off other than it went from one ex-friend doing that ages ago to a whole lot of people doing it, and my English major brain has a big squick about that one. I don't *hate* people for doing it, but it does tend to make me twitch a little. Okay a lot.

Bad hygiene is a HUGE turn off. B.O.? I'm not snuggly or sexing up there. Dirty fingernails? NO. And while we're talking fingernails, are they long and sharp? Cut them before you touch me in really sensitive areas, okay? Don't want to cut them? Bye bye now.

There are probably more than that, but those are the top ones I can think of. The whole 'each other' thing probably doesn't really constitute a whole-ass turn off, but I sure as hell don't like it. Other things - being bossy, assuming I'm into BDSM (or thinking you can talk/push me into it after I've already given you a polite NOT EVEN) should actually be on that list a little more than the each other thing. Obviously someone not respecting my boundaries and consent would be a ginormous turn off.

23. what’s your worst fear?

Well, I mean, there's the whole heights thing, but that's probably not my worst fear. It's an inconvenient fear. Probably the worst is winding up entirely alone without a healthy support system, and having to face any tough situations by myself without someone or several someones to mentally/emotionally help me through it. I'm pretty afraid of all the Christofascist legislation in the U.S. right now, but at the same time, if they want to kill me, I'll just take as many of them out with me and feed them to the dragon at the base of the tree personally. Being forgotten is a bad fear, I think. More than just death itself, which I don't really think I'm afraid of other than a slow and painful death, I don't like the idea of being forgotten, and I don't mean by like people in generations and centuries past me. I'm not Mozart, I'm not Byron, but I'd rather not become a distant memory or even not a memory at all in the people I love and who I generally think love me back. That's a pretty unbearable fear - that I just didn't mean enough to remember.

Thanks for the asks!

Random Asks

#Random asks #kleenexwoman

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yuusaris · 1 year

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historical or scifi aus? would you rather read a well written fic of a notp or an otp fic with a dynamic you hate for them? have you ever written a fic in one go? which fandom mischaracterization do you dislike more: dumb cutesy pushover ryou or irredeemable villain tkb? and same question for you because its a great one - have you ever gotten into a thing through fic writing?

...This first one is hard because both genres have a very easy-to-catch habit of giving exposition for everything, and that alone drives me up a fucking wall. And, unfortunately, Sci-Fi tends to attract this more than historical AU's, if only because you really need to understand the world to be on board with the story at all. Whereas you can kind of take the punches from a historical as they come, and a little easier. [That said, Origin of Symmetry (tendershipping) is still fucking phenomenal, and I recommend it, wow the world building is FANTASTIC.] Regardless, I do think I prefer sci-fi to historical, if only because I'd rather hear about new plot gimmicks with my high-society melodrama than my high-society melodrama with very boring homophobia and no electricity.

I have already, multiple times, refused to read and/or stepped out of fics with my NOTP in the background or mentioned in a one-off line. I have done this the same amount of times, if not more, that I have willingly clicked on and read poorly-dynamic'd fics with my OTP. I will continue to do this unless obliged by beta duties or Frenzyprompt. My resolution for the new year is to, in fact, read a fic where I can be okay with them existing like that.

I have - a few in fact! Pyrrhic (Zorc Wins tendershipping) took me, like, maybe half an hour. I really like writing for Zorc, I haven't gotten to do so much outside of my own headspace, so i jumped on this. Wing It (rhack), Imperfect Investigation (Cornered!fic) and Like Operation, But Not (tameshipping) each took me an hour to a few hours, apiece. Wing it and Operation are pretty short, so that makes sense and errs more on an hour or two, but Imperfect Investigation took about three or four? I finished it at... 2? in the morning? I think I got the prompt at, like, eleven or twelve. it took a bit and I went off on it.

Both of these really depend on execution and tone/intent of the fic. If DumbCutePushover Ryou is expected to be a Yami Bakura antidote, then I don't want it. If TKB being irredeemable comes with none of his nuance? I don't want it. But, gun to my head, I think I dislike DCP Ryou more just because I've been reading/writing ygo fic since the early-to-mid 2000's and a lot of tender fics back then did not have the kind of balance the young'n's are getting fed today.

Have I ever gotten into a- DOLLY FIC (tendershipping, SFW) HAS RUINED M -- it was SUPPOSED to be a fun little foray into a KINK I DIDN'T HAVE. It was supposed to be some FUN, INTERESTING SMUT (nsfw). Something DIFFERENT, to stimulate my BRAIN and NO OTHER PARTS OF ME. YET.... HERE I AM..... And, a little more roundabout but - the process of writing and drafting Demon!Fic got me into Urusei Yatsura - it has a lot of allusions to Japanese culture and folklore, something I've been needing to research for that fic, and has really charming charcter humor that I feel inspired by. And it's the first work published by Rumiko Takahashi - Gods perfect pervert - someone I greatly respect and a writer who was a big part of my childhood, regardless of whether or not she should have been. I would go so far as to say I look up to her. So, it's refreshing to be into her stuff again. And, needs be remarked - writing A Different Form, A Different Time really got me into casteshipping for SURE. I was on the fence, I was leaning into it, but that was the hook and line and sinker. They just far too interesting with each other to not want to see a passion play between them, no matter how it happens.

#thank u for the asks #wow these got my gears turning #these made me happy to answer #yaaayy #me flavored soup #my writing

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12 & 14 for the happy lil fic writer guy 🔪🌸

ToT thank you, THE JENN 🖤💜🌻

The Happy Fic Writer Ask Game

12) what is your favorite theme/subject matter/trope/ship to write about? why?

cripes, uh. it feels like a cop-out to say it varies with my mood, but in all honesty the thing i enjoy writing the most kind of depends on where my headspace is and what sorts of 'energy' have my attention. like, i'll have periods where i'm consuming a lot of spooky/horror media and that makes me wanna write drearier things, horror elements, mysteries, or high-suspense sequences. when i'm energetic and happy, i wanna write more wholesome interactions or 'down time' and slice of life things i'd wish i'd gotten to see in canon.

the closest i can get to nailing down a singular, consistent thing is that i'm a sucker for found family, as well as giving platonic/familial bonds just as much (if not more) exploration as romantic ones. ;-;

i dunno, i think i really enjoy writing pretty much anything that's not hopeless, grimdark angst where there's no light at the end of the tunnel.

14) share a snippet.

here is a rough, unedited snippet from the next chapter of It All Starts with a Dead Girl, which i am slowly pecking away at my writing brain is just big time struggling right now.

Leo turned, and he started down the next hall. Mikey’s footsteps followed behind him. Then they sped up, and his brother glided to his side. “--hey, Leo?”

“Yeah?”

“...are you okay?”

Despite expecting that question, he’d hoped that--maybe--Mikey wouldn’t ask it. Leo frowned and kept walking. His eyes dropped to the floor ahead of them. Mikey continued, “because… you’re acting kinda weird again. --Not like before, though!” He held up his hands. “Now it’s more like… I dunno. You’re real… jumpy? I guess? And distracted a lot. And you’re never distracted. I should know!”

“It’s…” Leo's voice faded. He slowed to a stop, and his fingers closed into loose fists at his sides. Pulling away from his family, withdrawing into his own head, and creating an echo chamber for that voice. It’d made things… it’d made him worse. If he started to do it again, what would he have learned? And what would he be risking?

Leo took in a slow breath. “...I’ve… been seeing someone.”

“...whoa, like a date?! Because that’s--”

“--what? --No.” Leo scoffed, and he gave his hand a dismissive flick. “Like. …--like a ghost.”

Mikey stared at him. His brows tensed, as though trying to decide whether to be skeptical or if he needed to start freaking out. “...iiiiiis this some kinda revenge-prank you and Raph are pulling?”

“Mikey, I’m serious.” Leo turned to face him in full. “Ever since I got back to New York… --it’s hard to explain. I-I’ve just felt like there’s something ‘here’. And I keep thinking that I’m seeing this… --this girl. But she’s always gone before I can get a better look, and I’ve only seen her clearly once.”

Mikey’s expression became harder to read, which did nothing to settle the anxiety bubbling in Leo's chest. He looked down.

“Sometimes when I go back into my room, things have been moved or knocked over,” Leo continued. “It’s. It’s usually books, but one time it was my photo album. I thought it was Klunk at first, but he can’t pull things out of my shelves--and there’s no way he could have reached the middle ones. --Or candles will go out while I’m meditating. Or if I shut my room door, it opens on its own. That pipe that just landed on my arm--I thought it was a hand--it looked like a--...”

Saying it all out loud, he became painfully aware of how crazy it sounded. “I thought. --I thought there might be something in the reservoir we hadn’t noticed. But…” After a beat’s hesitation, he lifted his eyes to meet Mikey’s again. “There’s nothing here. ...and none of you have said anything. Or. Seen anything, or.”

His voice faded. He wasn’t sure what was worse: the fact that he’d actually just said all of that out loud, or Mikey’s overwhelming stillness. ...Maybe he could pass it off as a prank after all. Laugh, cuff Mikey on the arm, and hope it'd be forgotten by morning. Shell, Don was still healing--he didn't need--

--Mikey’s hand took his shoulder. He held it gently, but with grip enough that it grounded him again. “Hey. …thanks for telling me.”

#;meme: the happy fic writer ask game #tmnt 2003 #[ i'll throw it in the tag since there's a snippet jfkldsjkfld ]#[ THANK U AGAIN THE JENN ]#;letters

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