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gaysindistress · 10 months

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When Night Comes - eight

Summary: Who would win in a staring contest? New York’s resident mob boss and master of the side eye Bucky Barnes or the daycare teacher who really wants to go home and smoke?

pairing: Mob!Bucky Barnes x reader

warnings: mob!Bucky, cursing, the feels, angst, mentions of past abuse (Alix is a terrible person)

word count: 4k

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Tag list: @vickie5446 @cakesandtom @buckybarnessimpp @hidden-treasures21 @unaxv @mal-adaptive-dreams @elizacusi-blog

a/n: We’re jumping between 3 or 4 different scenes here so strap in and get ready.

disclaimer: credits to original creator/poster of image/gif. found on Google/Pinterest

The first thing that flashes through her mind when she wakes up is Yelena with the kiss quickly following suit. Pulling the covers over her head, she creates a bubble to ignore the world around her. What the actual fuck did she get herself into?

She isn’t allowed much peace when her phone goes off. Jessica made sure that she had her own ringtone almost immediately after they met, claiming that she was just that special when it was really because she wanted to make sure Sunny always answered her calls.

“Hey girl hey!” She cheers through the speaker phone.

“What?”

“Ouch, what crawled up your ass and died?” “It’s been a long night. What’s up?” Jessica stays silent for a few seconds, debating whether or not to reveal her secret, “Well remember how I said that I wasn’t going to get back with Peter?” “I swear to god if the next thing you say is ‘surprise, we’re back together’, I’ll literally lose my shit.”

“Ye have little faith. No I didn’t get back with Peter but you also didn’t let me finish. I’m going out with one of Yelena’s friends Friday and I would love if you could help me get ready for it.”

“Who is it?”

“You don’t know them.”

“No shit,” Sunny says while pushing the blankets off so she can breath fresh air, “What’s their name?”

“Natasha.” “Oh a girl? I thought you didn’t like girls.”

Shuffling is heard from the other side, no doubt as a result of Jessica flopping onto her stomach on her bed, “I said I wished that I was so I figured why not give it a try? What’s the worst that can happen?”

“You lead her on and she gets hurt.”

“I would never do such a thing. I’m always honest about my feelings even if it hurts a person which reminds me, why is Yelena sulking?” “I’m going to need more info than that,” she huffs when the woman in question appears on her fire escape.

“She’s been such a downer lately and I have a sneaking suspicion it has something to do with Mr. Sexy.”

“Why would I know the answer to that?”

“Because you’re like all she talks about.”

Sunny glances over at Yelena who is leaning against the window now, examining her nails and pretending that she can’t hear their conversation.

“That’s interesting but no I don’t know and I have to go. Bye, love you.”

Jessica sputters in confusion at her quick hang up but manages to sneak in a “love you too bitch”.

“I’m not sulking.”

“I didn’t say that,” Sunny says, pulling her blanket back over her shoulders, “why are you here?”

“Ouch,” Yelena fakes being offended and drops herself onto the bed next to her, “You aren’t even a little bit excited to see me?”

“I didn’t mean it like that… It's been a long few days.”

“Want to talk about it?”

She shrugs her shoulders and lets out a long sigh, “Not really. You still haven’t told me why you’re here.”

“Checking on you, making sure you haven’t committed any crimes.”

“You’ll be the first person I call if I get arrested.”

“I’m honored that you’d call me before Bucky.”

“Well he would probably lose it on the entire police station so…”

“You could’ve just said “Yes Yelena. I would call you first because I like you a lot more than that douche bag.” I would’ve taken that.”

“Yes Yelena I would call you first because I like you WAY more than that man.”

Yelena’s face goes blank as she says, “Were you thinking about me when you kissed him?”

Jessica groans as someone pounds on her apartment door. The smell of wet dog invades her living room as the pounding grows louder and the person responsible grows less patient.

“Jessica open the fucking door!”

“What are you doing? Are you trying to get the cops called?” she hisses at Alix who is soaking wet from the heavy rainfall outside. Alix goes to reprimand her for speaking to her pack leader that way but Jessica yanks her inside.

“Stay here. I don’t want water and wet dog all over everything,” she tells Alix as she disappears to find towels and extra clothes.

The sound of wet clothes dropping onto her floor comes from the living room and as she walks back in, she finds Alix in just her tank top and underwear, her jeans and zip up on the ground around her.

“Give me that,” she demands, snatching the towel out of Jessica’s hands and starts to dry off her body and braids, “What do you have on the Strigoi?”

“Nothing like I told you last night. Y/N isn’t saying anything and I can’t get close enough to anyone else.”

“What about Peter?”

“Ghosted me.”

Alix raises one eyebrow, “What did you do?”

“Why do you assume I did something?” “Because you always do.”

Jessica wrinkles her nose at the insult, “I may have slapped a girl he was kissing.”

Alix stops wringing out her braids and closes her eyes while taking a deep breath, “Your only job is to keep tabs on Bucky and his group. How the fuck did you manage to mess that up?”

“No no you said to watch Y/N and to TRY and keep tabs on the others. I am doing my job just not the side tasks.” A growl rings through the small apartment, “So help me God, Jessica. The more you act out, the more likely your cover is going to be blown. Speaking of which, who knows about you?” “Peter and Yelena obviously but Y/N doesn’t.”

“Has anyone brought it up?” “Peter did but only to ask if it’s true that I turn into a wolf every full moon. I don’t think Yelena cares and Bucky or Steve don’t come in enough to notice.”

“We both know that Yelena cares but is just waiting to see what happens. What about Peggy?”

Jessica shrugs, “I don’t answer the door so I’m assuming not.”

Alix rolls her eyes before tossing the towel back at Jessica and brushes past her to raid her closet for dry clothes.

“How close are you to going through with the plan?” she calls out.

Jessica hums for a second, thinking about her progress, “It’s going to take longer than I thought. Y/N isn’t telling me anything so I can’t tell what’s going on with Bucky or Yelena.”

“But she’s close enough to them though?”

“Kinda. Juliette, that dumbass, had a meeting with him and Steve at the restaurant that we were at and she saw, assumed they were a couple, and dipped. She did go out with Yelena but I don’t think she’s going to give him the time of day again.”

Alix comes back out wearing some of Sunny’s clothes that she had left behind during late nights. She takes a seat on the couch, fully leaning back into the plush cushions, “I don’t really care who she gets close to as long as it’s one of them. All we need is an opening to take out the Rogers and Bucky so we can get her back to Fresno where she belongs.”

“Do you really think that’s going to work?” Alix’s eyes flash gold like they usually do when she’s angry, “Of course it is. She belongs to me. Taking out those bloodsuckers, who mind you have been trying to kill me for years, is just a welcomed side effect of bringing her home.”

Jessica rolls her eyes while taking her phone out to scroll aimlessly on tiktok.

“Did you send the text that I asked?”

“Yes.”

Sunny goes still under her blanket and feels Yelena watching her every move, awaiting her answer.

“How did you know?” “Aside from the fact that I can smell him everywhere, especially on you, a little birdy told me.”

“I’m sorry.”

Yelena scoffs and shakes her head in disbelief, “I should’ve known better honestly. He always does this.”

Sunny pushes off her blanket and sits up, “I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean for it to happen, it just did.” “I don’t want to hear it. It happened and you can’t take it back,” Yelena sighs as she stands and puts distance between them, “I hate to do this but I feel like I don’t have a choice; him or me.”

“You obviously.”

“See I don’t believe you.”

“I promise, it’s you. Whatever I need to do to prove that it’s you, I’ll do it”

Yelena backs away as Sunny stands and tries to get closer. They give each other hurt looks as the other continues to damage the relationship.

“I don’t believe you or trust him for that matter. Nothing could make me believe that Bucky wouldn’t try and pull something. I won’t be put through that. I’m sorry but I’ll get Bucky to find someone else to watch over you,” Yelena says over her shoulder before slipping back out the window and leaving Sunny fuming.

She wants to scream at the top of her lungs but she can’t risk her neighbors calling the cops so she settles for screaming into her pillow. Her phone distracts her and she’s scrambling to answer it but freezes when she sees that it’s Bucky.

“Bucky what the fuck?” she growls into her phone.

“Well hello gorgeous, how are you?”

“Fuck off what did you do?”

“You’re going to have to be more specific, what are you talking about?” “You told Yelena that we kissed.”

“No I definitely did not.” “Don’t lie to me.”

“I swear draga, I’m not lying. I haven’t talked to her since yesterday but she’s supposed to be meeting with me in,” he pauses, “half an hour. I’ll talk to her then, but I promise I wouldn’t have told her without first calling you.”

“Give me your phone.”

“I was just starting to actually like Y/N, did I really need to do that?” Jessica groans as she tosses her phone over to Alix.

“I don’t care what you want to do” Alix mumbles while reading the messages between Jessica and Yelena, “Good job. Any internal conflict we can cause amongst their ranks, the better.”

She hands back the phone as she asks the question that’s been on her mind for hours, “Did she look like she enjoyed it?”

“It’s not like I had a front row seat. I was on the fire escape, how do you expect me to know that?” “I don’t remember asking for any attitude or did you forget who you’re talking to?”

Jessica lets out an over dramatic sigh, “No I didn’t. I’m sorry for giving you attitude.”

Alix smiles to herself at Jessica’s submission, “Good girl.”

Jessica bites her tongue to keep from saying something that will get her kicked out of the pack or worse, given how moody Alix has been lately.

“I think she was high and you know how the saying goes.”

“Come on,” Alix says unimpressed with Jessica’s read of the situation.

“What? It wouldn’t be a saying if it wasn’t true.” “Drunk actions are sober thoughts? Don’t even try and convince me that her being high was the only reason why she kissed him. She kissed him because she wanted to.” “Alix I really don’t think she has any interest in him.”

Alix growls her warning to stop talking before it gets worse and reclines further into the couch. Regardless of what Sunny may have been feeling when she kissed Bucky, she still did it and that’s far worse of a betrayal to Alix than anything else. During their relationship, Alix had to constantly remind Sunny that she was hers even when that meant leaving bruises and marks. Sometimes the physical reminders of her place were the only thing Alix to get to work. On numerous occasions, they were the only thing that kept Sunny from leaving the house and kept her out of trouble.

“Just do what I ask and don’t question me. I am your leader, Jessica, and I’m done with reminding you.”

Jessica scoffs and takes her phone back, “You’re done? I’m the one who’s had to slum it with humans and Strigoi for the last few years.” “And you do it because I told you to. Quit with the complaining. I don’t want to hear it anymore.”

“Or what? You’ll send me back to California and then what? You’ll have no one here who is as close to Y/N as I am and you’ll be back at square one or even worse since I’m sure she’s going to find out that you’re here soon enough.”

Within seconds, Alix is off of the couch and has Jessica pinned against a wall, “What did you just say?” “I’m your only shot at getting her back.”

Alix’s hand comes up to grip Jessica’s neck and squeezes hard enough that she starts to gasp for air.

“I don’t need you for anything,” she growls with a deep anger, “I could care less about what happens to you so there is nothing stopping me from exposing who you are to Y/N or the Strigoi and leaving you to fend for yourself. Barnes and Rogers won’t like knowing that an rival spy has been working with that filthy demon spawn of theirs. Do you really want to test me right now?”

With the hand clasped tightly on her throat, she can’t say anything but barely nods and whimpers, something that Alix finds great pleasure in.

“Good,” she loosens her grip just enough for Jessica to get the air she desperately needs, “Don’t fucking do that again or I won’t be so nice.”

Yelena and Bucky sit across from each other, both waiting for the other to speak first. When she arrived, she made an effort to not say a single word and to maintain her stoic face no matter how piercing his gaze may be. She figured based on his matching behavior that Sunny had called him to tell him that their kiss was no longer a secret. Steve had given them questioning looks when she came in but left nonetheless even if he was concerned for either of their safeties.

“You know.”

Yelena scoffs, shaking her head as she glances around the room, “Obviously.” “Good then we can be adults about this.”

“Says the one who pouted and threw a tantrum when he found out that we went on a date.”

“I didn’t do either of those things.”

She settles her eyes on him for the first time since she sat down, “So what do you call dragging her into your office and then going to her apartment?” “The first thing is called a conversation and the second is called being a gentleman. I was checking on her.”

“With your tongue down her throat.”

“You did the same thing. I’d say you were throwing a tantrum by bringing her to MY club and kissing her 10 feet away from me.”

“She willingly went out with you, I can’t say the same about you. Also, why did you text me off of a burner?”

Bucky’s brows furrow in confusion, “I didn’t.”

She takes her phone out to show him the text that informed her of the kiss, “Yes you did.”

Bucky takes his own out to prove that he never sent her that text; she kissed me.

“Why would I text you from a burner phone?”

Before Yelena can say anything smart back, the door to his office bursts open. A fuming Steve throws the door open and all but slams his phone down on the table.

“Jessica knows Alix.”

On it is an old picture of Jessica hugging Alix, both smiling like little kids.

Yelena squints at the image, “Where did you get this?” “Peggy found it. I’m not sure where but she just sent it to me. We need to get Sunny to a safe house immediately.”

They look to Bucky who is already half way out of the door. The one person he trusted outside of his people has proven to be the most dangerous person he could imagine.

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drowcember · 1 year

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Drowcember themes - 2022

Hello! This may be unexpected, but Drowcember is officially coming back this year, with a brand new list! This is your drow / dark elf specific event, where the idea is to create all sorts of art related to them and their culture.

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Feel free to follow the list, or check the lists for the other years (which are available in here), or do your own. You don’t need to draw them all either, draw at your own pace! Make the pictures as simple or as elaborate as you’d like, the idea is to have fun with it.

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sicktember · 10 months

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With so many new friends and with the changes we've made to the content promotion model, we thought it might be a good idea to create a text post of the event's FAQs. Especially since tumblr mobile isn't exactly known for its reliability when it comes to links at the top of the blog. Below you will find the FAQs as they are written as of September 2023. A link to the Sicktember FAQ page can be found [Here]

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-Sicktember is a fan-run, September-long hurt/comfort prompt event focused on sick characters and their caregivers.

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musings-of-a-rose · 2 years

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Light Me Up - Chapter 11/Epilogue

Pairing: Benjamin “Benny” Miller x f!reader

Word Count: 7000+

Rating: M for mature - 18+ only!

Warnings: Mature themes and some canon mentioned. Just like ao3, “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the age to handle mature themes. Also by clicking Keep Reading, you understand warnings may not be complete in order to avoid spoilers for the story.

Notes: This is it. The final chapter. I can’t believe it’s time to say bye to Benny and Sparks. So I won’t! While this is the official end of their story, I will ALWAYS be open to asks, drabbles, one shots requests, etc because I’m never letting them go. Writing this fic is what started my love for Benny (and look at how far that’s gone!)

Thank you to each and every one of you who have read and reblogged, commented, etc on this fic. Words cannot express what that means to me.

**Originally I was going to post an optional epilogue in a separate post BUT I decided to combine it. It’s tacked on to the end of this one and will have a couple of tagged warnings for topics included. Be aware that you do not need to read the epilogue if it’s not your jam as there are no major plot points in it. I just wanted to write a little more!

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<<Chapter 10

Light Me Up Masterlist

Benny Masterlist

General Masterlist

“You know, I had that ring for a while,” Benny confesses as he pulls you closer to his side, sliding the blanket up a little higher on you both.

“You did?” Your head rests on Benny’s bare chest, your hand playing with his chest hair as you stare at the ring now adorning your left ring finger, a soft smile on your face.

“Yeah. Went out and bought it right after I told you about Will. I thought for sure you’d leave me after the way I treated you, but you didn’t. I knew then and there I wanted you in my life always. I just had Frankie hold the ring so I didn’t lose it.” He chuckles.

“Wait..Frankie knew before tonight?”

“Oh yeah. Since that day. Paili was in on it too, but not until tonight.”

“She was really good about not telling me, especially for a kid.”

“Well,” Benny reaches up and scratches the back of his head. “I actually had something planned. Much bigger. But then I just saw you at the bbq and we were surrounded by friends and I just…I couldn’t wait.”

Shifting your body, you look up and stare into his big, blue eyes. “It was perfect, Benny.”

He leans down to give you a soft kiss. “So…any thoughts as to when?”

“Hhhmm…I’m not partial to any specific time. You?”

Benny smirks. “Tomorrow?”

You slap his chest lightly and he yelps, chuckling at your response.

“Alrigh’, guess that’s a no on tomorrow.”

“Benny, I need my family there too. And so do you.”

“Can’t we just elope?”

“Do you really think either of our families would let us?”

Benny laughs. “Paili would definitely kill me.”

“After she was done killing me.”

Silence for a few moments before you speak.

“What about a smaller wedding? Meaning just close friends and family?”

“I love it. Makes it more personal.”

Benny clears his throat before speaking again.

“I was thinkin’...what if we rented out all those cabins? At that place you’ve always wanted to stay…Snug Harbor? Out in Washington State? Then we could get a vacation house on the west side with a water view for our honeymoon.”

Your head snaps up to his as you find his eyes. “You’re…serious?”

“I am.”

A giddy laugh escapes you as you sit up, straddling his lap and placing your hands on either side of his face.

“I can’t believe you remembered. I must have mentioned that way back when we first started dating.”

“I remember everything you tell me about yourself.”

Leaning forward, you kiss him, moaning when you feel his hand slide up your body. He breaks the kiss briefly to ask:

“That’s the plan then?”

“That’s the plan.”

Benny kisses you and lays you back on the bed, pulling multiple orgasms from you before you both collapse, falling asleep tangled up in each other’s arms.

—----

“What do you mean 3 weeks from now?” You’re trying to contain yourself but you swear the representative from Snug Harbor just told you that the only availability they have for the entire harbor to be rented out is in 3 weeks.

“Yes, 3 weeks from now, miss. We do have excellent wedding planners who could help-”

“I’ll have to call you back.” Hanging up the phone, you pinch the bridge of your nose, setting your phone down on the table.

Benny comes up behind you and starts to massage your shoulders. “Everything ok?”

Sighing, and slightly moaning at his touch, you shake your head. “Just got off the phone with Snug Harbor.”

“And?”

“The only time we can rent the whole place is 3 weeks from now. Otherwise it’s off season, so half the island is closed and it’s bad weather, or they’re booked for like 3 years.”

“Ok.”

“Ok….what?”

“Ok let’s get married in 3 weeks.”

Turning your head slowly, you look up at him. “What?”

Benny sits in the chair next to you and scoots it closer to you, taking your hand in his. “Let’s get married in 3 weeks then.”

“Benny, I-”

“It’s just our family and close friends. We don’t have to be all fancy.”

“But..a dress, food, flowers, I’d have to-”

“You can go shopping now.”

“But the dress will have to be altered and that takes time-”

“Sweetheart,” he leans in close. “You keep forgetting that money can open doors. I don’t like to use it like that but this is for your wedding dress. We can find someone who will alter it in time.”

“I….do you think so?”

He smiles and his whole face lights up. “I wouldn’t care if you walked down the isle in one of my old shirts. But I know a dress is important to you and I’ll do my best to get you what you want.”

You let out a puff of air you didn’t know you’d been holding. “3 weeks?”

“3 weeks. What do you think, Sparks?”

You take a moment to evaluate. If you didn’t have to worry about a dress or anything to do with the actual wedding, would you hesitate? If it was just you and Benny and someone who could marry you?

You’d marry him right now.

“I think we’re getting married in 3 weeks.”

Benny whoops, slapping his hand down on the table before gathering you up in his arms and spinning you around the kitchen, his smile so wide that it could be seen from space.

“Is 3 weeks up yet?”

—----

Planning wasn’t as bad as you’d thought it would be. You had hired a wedding coordinator in Friday Harbor, who took down all the things you and Benny wanted or didn’t want at the wedding; everything from food to colors of the wedding, to types of flowers, indoor or outdoor, types of chairs, all of the little details most people wouldn’t think about. The only thing you had to worry about was your dress and Benny’s suit.

You thought dress shopping would be terrible, but you happened to fall in love with a dress at a mom and pop dress shop, knowing it was the one for you. They were happy to alter it for you and would have it done in time for any additional alternations.

The dress arrived without any issues, and any hiccups with the planning were taken on by the wedding planner. You’d settled on a ceremony on the grass overlooking the small harbor, before moving inside to eat. It was Benny’s parents, plus the boys and their wives or girlfriends and kids, and your parents and brothers and their families. Paili and Roaslie were over the moon at getting to not only vacation in the same place, but they were both walking down the isle as a flower girl and ring bearer.

The one bedroom cabin you and Benny would be staying in until your honeymoon was in the middle of the front row of cabins, overlooking the harbor. Everyone had arrived 2 days before the wedding so they could get settled and then have the bachelor and bachelorette parties. You and Benny had suggested having them together, but the look on Santi’s face made Benny cave and you both agreed to do them separate: The girls were all in one cabin at the very end, playing dirty games and drinking, and the men on the opposite side of the row of cabins, doing much the same thing. All the kids were having a sleepover in the suites above the main hall, supervised by a nanny.

The bachelorette party was fun, but a few hours (and a few drinks) in, you felt compelled to go for a walk. Not really sure why or where, you slip out, no one noticing you’d gone. You walk behind the cabins, stumbling slightly on the pebbled path, before you run head first into something solid. Not something. Someone.

“Oopmh!” the someone said as you collided.

“B-Benny?” You ask, blinking a few times to try and see through the dark.

“Sparks?” Benny responds, reaching forward and grabbing your arm. “ ‘s that you?”

“Mmhmm.”

“Why’r you out here?”

“Why are you?”

Benny sways slightly. “I…I came to fin’ you.”

“Really?”

“Hoped you’d be in the room.”

“I..I was hoping the same.”

Benny leans down to kiss you but misses and sucks on your chin.

“Wanna ditch the parties?” You ask, looking up at him.

“I doooo.” He says, trying to be quiet but not really succeeding.

Creeping around the front of the cabins, you see that you both happened to stop at yours, even in the dark and slightly drunk (or more drunk in Benny’s case), you both had sought each other out. Benny follows you inside, closing the door behind him. You manage to get a quick text out to Monica, telling her you’d gone back to the cabin and not to disturb you, when you feel his hands on you, hastily and sloppily trying to rid you of your clothes. Tossing your phone down on the table, you spin in his grip, pulling him to you and kissing him as you walk to the bedroom.

Somehow, you both managed to remove your clothes and Benny pushes you down onto the bed, immediately hovering over you, planting kisses across your lips, neck, chin, moving down to your chest, chuckling when you gasp.

“Benny..we..shit…isn’t this bad luck to see each other before the wedding?”

“It’s so damn dark in hear sweetheart, I can’t see you anyway.”

Brain still fuzzy from drinking, you can’t fight his logic. “That…that makes sense.”

He starts to kiss down your stomach, but you stop him, pulling him back up your body and kissing him deeply.

“Want you inside me.”

“Whatever you want.”

Benny, still drunk, takes a few thrusts to get it right but when he does, he pushes in quick, overly excited that he finally found the right spot. Frantic breaths and whines fill the cabin, your names escaping from each other’s lips as he sets a rough pace, pulling your leg up on his hip to hit that spot inside of you.

“Oh shit, Benny!” You come, moaning his name as you pulse around him, hearing your name spill from his lips as he comes moments later, thrusting erratically into you.

Benny collapses on top of you and on instinct, you start massaging his scalp, listening to his hum of contentment…

—----

Knock, knock, knock

A hard rapping on your cabin door wakes you from where you’re sprawled across the bed, naked, with a slightly drooling also naked Benny tangled up with you in the sheets. Glancing over at the side table, you notice the time and groan - you both were needed at a quick breakfast before getting ready for the wedding.

Today, I’m marrying Benny.

A smile pulls at your face as you hear the knocking again, more insistent this time.

“Benny - you gotta get up,” you speak quietly in his ear, getting a moan in response.

“Why?”

“Because I can’t get the door and someone is-”

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!

Benny groans again, but pulls you tighter to him. “Tell ‘em to fuck off.”

“Well I would but you have me pinned.”

A sleepy, deep chuckle comes from him as he nuzzles into your hair, inhaling. “Yeah I do.”

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK! “BENNY! GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE!”

“Fuckin’ Fish always gotta be on my ass.” Benny grumbles.

“We are getting married today and he’s trying to keep you on schedule.”

A slight pause before one of his blue eyes opens, finding yours. “Married, huh? You sure you still want to marry me?”

“I’d stay with you the rest of our lives whether or not we get married.”

Both of his eyes open now, bright and shining, full of love as he pulls you to him, kissing you softly and deeply.

“What did I do to deserve you?” He asks softly, talking more to himself than you.

Opening your mouth to reply, another series of knocks, now more like pounds, come from the front door.

“BENJAMIN MILLER PUT ON SOME PANTS, STOP KISSING YOUR GIRL, AND BOTH OF YOU COME GET BREAKFAST!”

“He’s so demanding,” You chuckle, Benny doing the same.

“Yeah. But we better do what he says because he ain’t leavin’ until we do.”

Benny detangles himself from you and opens the bedroom door, walking towards the front door.

“Benny! Pants!” You yell after him, laughing as he waves you off.

Hearing the door unlock and open, all you hear is a series of swears from Frankie, mixed in with “put some fucking clothes on, man!” before Benny is back, laughing as he looks around for some jeans and a flannel shirt.

—----

After breakfast, served in the small hall where your wedding dinner will later be held, you were whisked back to your cabin while Benny was forced to Frankie’s. Neither of you were to see each other until the ceremony. Which you thought was complete bullshit but you humored everyone.

The hair and makeup team came and started taking care of everyone, even people not in the bridal party if they wanted it. Paili and Rosalie were beside themselves with the treatment, calling themselves queens as they strutted around the small cabin, pretending to be Anna and Elsa.

Monica agreed to be your maid of honor, or matron of honor, as she and Frankie were married. Her rainbow colored hair was swept up into a beautiful style, the colors winding beautifully around her head as she watched your face for any sign of hesitation. When the makeup team took a short break, she leaned in to you.

“Any cold feet? Jitters?”

Shaking your head, you admired the way your hair moved in the mirror. “No. Why?”

“Because it’s Benny. Had to check.”

Glancing up at her, you see a small smirk tugging at her lips as she grabs her drink, using the straw the makeup team demanded everyone use.

—----

You stand at the door to your cabin, waiting for the song to end and yours to start. Paili and Rosalie had already bounded out of the door on their queue, happily tossing flower petals and island approved bird seed on their way to the alter, a couple of your sister in laws not far behind. Monica gave you a quick hug and a wink before she walked out, the door closing slow enough for you to see her unite with Frankie from the other side, a wide smile on his face.

The music fades away and you hear the first notes of the song you had picked to walk down the isle to, not wanting the regular processional or Canon in D. Glancing down at your hands around your bouquet, you gently brush your fingers against the delicate necklace that’s wound there, your grandmother’s that she had left for you when she had passed.

“And…go!” The wedding planner had opened the door and called to you from behind it, moments after the song had started. You hear the shuffling of people as they all stand, waiting for you to arrive.

Taking a deep breath, not out of nerves but out of anxiety that you’ll trip and fall flat on your face, you exit the cabin and walk down the patio, taking your dad’s arm and smiling up at him, seeing tears behind his eyes.

“Don’t let me trip,” you say quietly, half chuckling, half serious.

“Never.”

You make it to the start of the aisle, wildflower petals, sourced and approved by the wedding planner on island, decorate the aisle. Pausing, you wait a moment as you see Frankie tap Benny on the shoulder to let him know it was time to turn around.

When he turns, your breath catches in your throat. He’s beautiful, in his all black suit, his shoulder length hair brushing the tops of his shoulders, the blonde reflecting the sun as if he were some sort of demi-God. His eyes are bright blue and shining with love and tears, as he takes you in, some of the tears making their way down his cheeks, just narrowly missing the biggest smile you’ve ever seen him wear.

Blinking, you realize that you too have started to tear up as your dad pats your hand, moving you both forward. He’s leading and you’re grateful as your eyes are glued to Benny’s. Everything else fades into the background, as if only the both of you existed in this moment. Reaching the end of the aisle, you turn to your dad as he gives you one last hug before sitting with your mom. Taking the last few steps, you finally find yourself in front of Benny, his hands immediately reaching for yours, giving them a small squeeze.

The officiant starts their speech, saying something about love and trust, but all you see is Benny, his eyes never leaving yours as he takes you in, a breeze rustling his hair as it comes in off the small harbor behind you both. As if at a distance, you hear your name from the officiant and repeat when they say, eyes still glued on Benny as he takes a ring out of the little box that Rosalie is holding up, trying her best not to drop it. He slides the ring on your finger and pulls your hand to his lips, lightly placing a a kiss to your fingers. The officiant speaks to him next, Benny repeating his parts. If it wasn’t for little Roaslie tapping your side, holding the box up for you to take Benny’s ring out, you’d have completely forgotten, your focus completely taken up by Benny. Taking the ring out of the box, you give a quick wink to Rosalie before turning back to Benny, sliding his ring on his finger. A few moments later, all you hear is the word “kiss” and he’s on you, his hands gripping your face to pull you closer as Benny kisses you deeply. Cheers and clapping sound from your friends and family before Frankie leans in and says “There’s kids here.”

Chuckling, Benny pulls back first, that smile spreading across his face as he takes you in, placing his forehead to yours momentarily before grabbing your hand and turning you to walk back down the aisle, hearing the wedding planner announce to everyone that there are horderves and drinks ready and that dinner would be served when you both returned from your photo session.

The photographer and videographer drove you out to several locations on the island, taking a multitude of photos that would turn out gorgeous. They drove you back, took a few more around the harbor before calling it and heading inside to set up in the hall where everyone else was hanging out. Benny takes your arm and starts to follow the photographer, but you pull him back, calling to the photographer.

“Can you tell Frankie, the Best Man, that we need like 15 minutes before we’re coming in? I know he has to announce us and all that.”

“Sure,” she says knowingly.

Pulling Benny’s arm, he looks at you quizzically as you guide him towards your cabin, opening the door and closing it behind him.

“Everything alright, sweet-” Benny’s words are cut off as you practically throw yourself at him, gripping his suit jacket and pulling him towards you, kissing him frantically. He kisses you back, arms winding around you until he suddenly breaks the kiss.

“Do we have time?”

“I’m making time.”

Benny chuckles as you manage to make out and walk to the back bedroom, pushing him down on the bed. He undoes his pants, pulling himself out as you climb up him, straddling him. Pushing your underwear to the side, you sink down on him, both of you ready to go. Moaning out his name, you pause for a moment, but Benny sits up, pulling down on your shoulders as he starts to deep thrust into you, watching your face contort with pleasure, both of you breathing heavily. It’s not long before you’re both coming, moaning each other’s names as he thrusts sporadically into you, Benny’s head dropping to your chest as you both take a moment to breathe.

“We still have our clothes on,” he chuckles.

“I’m pretty sure the wedding planner would kill us if we messed up these clothes.”

“Well you took a big risk coming to this cabin then.”

“I’m willing to risk death if it means I get to feel you inside me.”

“Fuck, sweetheart, don’t say shit like that if you don’t want me to do somethin’ about it.”

Tightening your muscles around Benny, who was still inside you, you speak quietly. “And what if I want you to do something about it?”

His eyes darken as he looks up at you, pushing you slightly to get you to stand up. When you do, he stands too, telling you to get on your hands and knees on the bed. Smirking, you hike your dress up so you don’t wrinkle it, crawling up the bed. A warm hand pushes your upper back down, sliding back to grip your hips as he pushes your dress over your hips, moving your panties to the side.

Benny thrusts into you quickly and sets a rough pace, letting the sounds of your pleasure guide him as he rails into you, careful not to hurt your dress.

“Oh God, Benny!” You moan, feeling his hand snake around to rub at your clit, quickly sending you towards the edge.

“You looked so…nuhhh…fuckin’ beautiful. I can’t believe..uuhh…you said you’d marry me,” Benny manages to say between thrusts, his own pleasure starting to catch up to him.

“I couldn’t wait to be Mrs. Miller!”

“FUCK!” Benny yells, coming loudly as he continues to thrust into you, feeling you tighten around him as you come too, your body lit up like a live wire, fingers and toes tingling with your release.

Benny takes a moment before he pulls out, quickly grabbing a cloth to clean you both up before you straighten up, smoothing down your dress and smiling widely at the fucked out expression on his face.

“So the last name gets you going. Good to know,” You wink at him.

“I didn’t know it’d have that affect on me. Damn.” He fixes his pants and pulls you to him, kissing you more gently than you thought he would. He starts to deepen it but a knock at the door interrupts what would probably have turned into round 3.

“Fuck more later! Everyone wants to eat!” Frankie yells through the door, unable to keep the smile out of his voice.

Benny winks at you before taking your hand and leading you to the door, opening it to see Frankie with a giant grin on his face.

“We’re comin’. Keep your pants on,” Benny says, closing the door behind him.

“We’re all starving because you couldn’t keep your pants on, Benjamin,” Frankie retorts, a friendly tone to his voice.

“Actually, that was me,” You say, feeling your cheeks heat up as Frankie looks at you, eyebrows raised in surprise. “I…couldn’t wait.”

Frankie drops his voice, pink creeping up his cheeks. “I get that.”

—----

The reception was a blast. Benny had surprised you with your first dance by secretly taking dancing lessons, literally sweeping you off of your feet in time with the music. People ate, danced, speeches were made, and Benny was required to dance with both Paili and Rosalie, although you saw Paili sneak a few more dances in with him while Rosalie batted her eyelashes up at Will, who couldn’t turn her down. Frankie danced with you for a song while Monica danced with Benny, all of you twirling around the dance floor.

In lieu of a bouquet tossing, you presented your bouquet to Benny’s grandmother, the last living grandparent between the both of you. Her eyes filled with tears at the gesture, clutching the beautiful arrangement to her chest as she hugged and kissed you both. You also decided to not have a traditional wedding cake but instead a pie bar, a variety of flavors made in a local bakery adorning the decorated table. Once you saw the kids starting to nod off while they were standing, you decided to call it a night, heading back to your cabin as everyone blew bubbles as a send off. The second you got in the door, Benny helped you out of your dress and you took a quick shower, wanting to get off the several layers of makeup plastered on earlier by the makeup team. Benny took a shower after you but by the time he came out, you’d already passed out on the bed, completely exhausted from the day.

—----

You knew you’d both be too tired to head to the house where you’d spend your honeymoon directly after the ceremony, which is why you stayed in the cabin. So you decided to invite everyone to breakfast in town, a reservation for all of you already made.

Walking in late, your brothers and of course the boys all wolf whistled and winked, knowing exactly why you were late. And if there was any doubt, the nervous shuffling of your feet and the rapidly rising heat in your cheeks just proved they were right.

After breakfast, everyone headed off to do their own things while you and Benny packed up your tiny cabin that you’d live in for the last few days and drove to the house Benny had rented on the west side of the island, making sure there was not only a water view but water access, a small, private beach all to yourselves, none of which you were aware of.

The house was beautiful, a long winding driveway with pine trees lining the edges lead up to a larger 2 story home. Benny parks the car and walks around to open your door, smiling at the look of awe on your face as you take in the flower beds and trees. The first thing you notice is that it’s quiet - no neighbors or anyone to share the house with.

Benny takes your hand and you blink, turning your head to look at him.

“This is gorgeous, Benny!”

“Just wait- it gets better.”

He leads you to the front door where he types in the pin code to unlock it. Opening it, you start to walk forward but his arm shoots out blocking you from entering. Before you can ask, he’s swept you up in his arms, one behind your knees and the other your back as he walks you over the threshold, gently closing the door behind you.

“Benny! You didn’t have to do that,” you say, chuckling to yourself.

He gives you a wink before setting you down. “I definitely did. Take a look around and I’ll grab our shit.” He turns to head back to the car to unload while you take in the house.

It’s like it walked out of a magazine - modern kitchen with a northwest feel, a giant stone fireplace in the open concept living room with a large, handmade wooden dining table set a little higher than the other rooms. There’s a staircase to your right that you had every intention of heading up - until your eyes took in the entire back wall of windows and how it opened up to the water.

Gorgeous views of the Salish Sea as far you could see, a craggy shoreline with the island’s pine trees around the edges take up the space beyond the little deck that housed a hot tub. A simple, man made path leads down to your own private beach, complete with driftwood logs to sit on and a fire pit already made up.

“Holy shit,” you breathe out, completely taken aback by this unexpected view.

“You like it?” Benny came up behind you, wrapping his arms around you and leaning down to put his chin on your shoulder.

“I…Benny I never expected this,” your hand gestures to the view as he hums in your ear, turning to gently nibble at it.

“Well, you said you always wanted to have a water view. West side, right? For the orcas? I wasn’t expecting the bea-”

You cut him off, spinning in his hold and pulling him to you, finding his lips immediately. He kisses you back, chuckling when he feels you trying to undress him.

“You haven’t even seen the bedroom yet.”

“Great idea - let’s go now.”

He laughs, a bright, mischievous smile stretching across his face. “Yes, ma’am.”

“Don’t you mean Mrs. MilLER!” You yell out the last half of your new last name as Benny picks you up, throwing you over his shoulder as he climbs the stairs practically 2 at a time, passing a couple of doors before finding the master bedroom and tossing you down on the bed.

Neither of you waste time, both trying to help the other shed their clothes as you press kisses in between the stripping. Once Benny wriggles free of his pants, he pushes you down into the bed, your back feeling the soft fabric of the comforter as he pins your hands on either side of your head. He notches himself at your entrance, feeling you shift your legs open wider to accommodate him. He stares down at you, his face only a few inches from yours as he brushes some stray hair from your face, a soft smile on his face.

“I love you so much, Sparks.”

“I love you so much, Benny.”

He kisses you softly before pulling back, wanting to watch your face as he gently pushes inside, smiling at the way your pleasure contorts your expressions.

“I love how you feel inside me, Benny.”

“That’s because we were made for each other.”

Rolling your eyes, you smile at him lovingly, retort dying on your lips as he pulls his hips back and pushes back in, adding an extra deep thrust once he’s fully inside, smiling wider when you cry out his name. Pushing your hands against his hold, he eventually releases you and they immediately grab onto his ass, pushing him deeper as you moan and writhe under him, your body feeling like he’s hitting every pleasure point as he makes love to you.

Coming suddenly, your nails dig into his back as you moan out his name, Benny still deep thrusting to carry you through your release, quickly following with his own as you come down, heavy breathing as you simply lay there holding each other.

“I fuckin’ love you. So much, sweetheart,” Benny mumbles into your chest, having laid his head there after he came.

“I love you too. So much, Benny.”

—----

The next day, you’re in the kitchen with Benny who had insisted on making dinner for the both of you (as you’d had reservations in town every other night). It wasn’t anything fancy but you loved watching him move around the kitchen, his randomized playlist playing through the kitchen speaker. His hips sway to the music as he sings along. The song ends and a quiet one comes on.

“I can’t believe we’re actually married!” You say, sitting up on the kitchen island as Benny turns to you.

“I can’t believe you said yes.”

“There’s no one else in the entire world that I’d rather spend the rest of my life with. I’m proud to be Mrs. Miller.”

Benny moves quickly, slotting himself between your legs as he kisses you. “Well now, Mrs. Miller, it’s time I get to taste what’s in the kitchen.”

Humming into his mouth, you reply “Shouldn’t it be the other way around since you’re cooking?”

“Shut up and spread your legs.”

Benny pulls a stool over and sits in front of you, any sarcastic comment you had leaving your brain the moment his tongue was on you…

—----

2 weeks had passed since the start of your honeymoon. You’d done nearly everything the island had to offer: whale watching, zip lining, every tour they had, a wine tasting, feeding alpacas, kayaking, mopeds, all of it. Anything you did Benny gave it his all and you were slightly jealous that he seemed to master things with ease, as if he’d always done them.

You couldn’t stay jealous or even annoyed with him for long - not with the way he’d make up for it when you were alone. He’d made love to you nearly everywhere in that house, not even pausing to worry about people with binoculars when he fucked you on the beach, saying if they wanted to watch him make love to you they were welcome to stare at his ass.

As you packed and left the house for the last time, you turned and took one more look, etching the memories into your brain to remember them forever. Benny wrapped his arm around you and pulled out his phone, making sure the house was in the background as he snapped a candid photo of you both kissing in front of the house with a promise to return one day.

—----

A couple months after your honeymoon, you found the perfect house. It’s checked every box that you and Benny had and you bought it in a heartbeat. It only needed a little paint and some new furniture, which had arrived and all the boys came together to help you assemble it.

Once your new house was finished, you hosted a giant cookout, having everyone come over for food and swimming in your new pool. It was a great day filled with family and laughter that lasted well into the night.

The next morning, you woke before Benny, quietly tiptoeing downstairs to make coffee. Assembling your drink, you sipped from your mug, staring out the back window to your dream backyard, taking in the morning light as it reflected off of the dewy grass. A few minutes later, you heard Benny shuffle downstairs and grab a mug, making himself a cup before he moved to stand next to you, taking a sip as he wrapped his arm around you. There was nothing planned today, no wedding planning, no honeymoon, no furniture to assemble or party to host. Just you and Benny. And you couldn’t wait to start the rest of your lives together.

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Notes: Ok, folks! The official fic ends here and I’m feeling a way about it. I absolutely LOVE Benny and Sparks and I really struggled with ending their story. Please absolutely feel free to send me asks or drabble requests or whatever for these 2 because I am 100% NOT ready to give them up. Thank you so MUCH for reading and I hope you enjoyed it!

HOWEVER

There is an optional epilogue! I say optional because it’s going to discuss themes of pregnancy, labor/childbirth, and Benny being a dilf. I realize that’s not everyone’s jam, especially with reader inserts and that’s ok! The way this story flowed, I knew I’d be able to set it up so that those who don’t want to read these elements didn’t have to worry about missing any major plot points.

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Epilogue

2 years later….

The timer on your phone goes off, causing you to jump slightly at the beeps sounding off in the near silence of the room. Turning it off, you take a deep breath and look at the man sitting next to you, his blue eyes shining nervously back at you. He takes your hands and holds them for a moment, rubbing little circles into the backs.

“No matter what it says, Sparks, we can always continue tryin’ like we have been. Ok?”

Nodding, you let out an exhale. “I know, Benny.”

Hands shaking slightly, you reach up and flip over the tiny plastic stick that was sitting on your counter, holding your breath as your eyes take in what was showing in the little window.

2 very bright pink lines.

“It’s positive!” You start to cry, ecstatic that it finally happened after months of trying. Benny whooped, his voice echoing off the walls of the bathroom as he gathered you into his arms, hugging you tight but avoiding squeezing your stomach.

“We’re gonna be parents!” He says, his own voice cracking with overwhelming joy.

From that moment on, Benny’s focus was all on you. His hyperfixation turned to that of pregnancy and childbirth and how he could be the best, most supportive partner during each of these times. He got you whatever you craved whenever you craved it, held your hair back when the morning sickness took over, rubbed your back and told you comforting things when your hormones would overwhelm you, give you massages, literally anything you asked for, Benny did.

And he was no different in labor. You’d both gone to the labor classes at the birthing center, also opting to take a hypnobirthing class. The moment your water broke in the middle of the night, Benny was by your side, waiting and timing contractions for you so you didn’t have to until the best time to finally head to the birth center, your bags already in the jeep.

Labor was hard work, but between your mental preparation and Benny’s support, you knew you could do it. Benny was by your side the entire time, even when you labored in the tub, dabbing at your forehead with a cloth and rubbing your back, applying counter pressure to your hips if you needed it. You knew your body was made to do this and Benny made sure you knew how strong you were.

A few hours after you arrived at the birthing center, your first son Emmett was born. Skin to skin was immediate for you and the bond was instant, Benny cutting the cord as he watched you both in complete awe after having “caught” Emmett a few moments before. Once things were settled, Benny gathered up Emmett in his arms, tears freely flowing down his face, a wide smile plastered to it.

“Hey little dude. I’m your dad. I can’t believe you’re finally here,” Benny coos to him as he bounces the tiny baby, not noticing how your heart was aching in a good way from watching the interaction, tears streaming down your face.

A few minutes later, Benny walks over to you and places Emmett on your chest, helping you to adjust your position to start feeding him. He pats your hair away from your face and you look up at him as Emmett eats.

“You’re amazin’ you know that? Look what you made.”

“We made, Benny.”

“Yeah but you definitely did all the hard work.”

“I don’t know. You definitely did some hard work too.”

He chuckles. “Don’t you ever get your mind out of the gutter?”

“Not while I’m with you.”

—----

Life with newborn is always an adjustment, no matter how many kids you have. Benny was there with you at every feeding until you finally told him to get some sleep and that you could tag team it. No sense in both of you being sleep deprived.

He threw his all into being a dad, diapers, playtime, all of it, Benny did with such love and care that it hurt your heart to watch, but in a good way. Benny would lean Emmett against his bent legs, bending over him making goofy faces and voices while Emmett stared up at him, eventually the blank stares turning into smiles as he got older.

Seeing Benny simply hold Emmett also set you on fire. Something about this tall man holding a tiny baby, your tiny baby just lit a fire inside you.

That fire brought you 5 additional kids.

When your youngest was 4, you decided to have a play day in the back yard, inviting everyone over for a cookout. Benny spent a few hours the night before setting up a bunch of lawn games. However, when it came time to play, the kids all had a different idea.

“Let’s play get dada!”

“Yeah!”

“Wait just a minute - oh shit!” Benny laughs as your 6 kids chase him around the yard, trying their best to get ahold of him.

Sitting back in your lawn chair, you laugh as one of them manages to get ahold of him somehow, bringing down Benny as they all launched themselves on top of him as he tries to army crawl out of the dog pile, unsuccessful due to his laughing.

Santi’s newish girlfriend sits down next to you and looks at Benny, who was somehow managing to crawl his way out of the pile.

“Why did you have so many kids?” She asks, half joking but mostly serious. “I’m not sure I could even handle one.”

You look back at Benny and the love pouring out of him for each of your kids and it echoed back at him in all of their faces.

“How could I say no to that man? How could I resist climbing him like a tree?”

Benny overhears this part of your conversation and he manages to walk over. “It’s true. All these kids were her idea!”

You smack his leg as he chuckles. “I’m just irresistible.”

Before you can retort, your kids have whisked him away again, this time to play one of the games he’d set up.

—----

Later that night, you catch Benny as he walks past the foot of the bed, kissing him deeply as he lifts you into his arms, feeling your legs wrap around him. He turns and lays you down on the bed, hovering over you.

“Told you I was irresistible.”

Chuckling, your eyes reflect back at him his own desire. “Oh shut up and fuck me.”

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falseprophetpoll · 1 year

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Ok so if you do want to dare and get into MCD let me set some expectations: It’s a founding father of Minecraft Roleplays, was one of the series that got that genre popular. It is ABANDONED I cannot stress that enough, if you go into it you will find no satisfying ending.

There’s Technically four seasons but you can ignore MCD Origins as that’s jsuy a mod showcase survival series with no bearing on the real start, one and two were both 100 episodes and season three only made it into the 20-30s before it got dropped (season three is also only accessible through it’s playlist on the side channel Aphmau Stories, as Jessica (the creator) kinda started hating MCD towards the end and especially that season). Now the early episodes of season one are more of a survival let’s play with a dash of story, but it quickly ramps into more of a focus on the story (that being said, it’s still slow going. It only really speeds up around Zane’s first appearance I’d say)

Also ships? Don’t have them. Just. Just don’t. Ignore all chemistry placed at your feet to chew on. It’s a whole thing I won’t get into it but my fellow MCD fansy will understand.

Also you may be tempted to jump into MCD Rebirth, the revamped version of season one with Jessica’s team’s new and fancy skills, I wouldn’t do that. It’s also abandoned and spoils some stuff abiut the OG MCD experience, however if you can’t get into MCD proper then yeah give it a shot but you won’t see any Zane in it as I don’t think it even reached episode 20 in regards to its events and Zane shows up around the 40-50s I think.

This is a TIME DUMP! And in this time dump uou CANNOT EXPECT QUALITY! Voice acting doesn’t come in until around s1-90 (and isn’t fully voice acted until the tail end of s2 or started with s3), the set dressing feels a bit Minecraft Basic until season 2, Jessica and her team only started having things like high definition skins and smooth animations by the time MCD was already abandoned, and the story is.

Well here’s a new point. The story. The story is something! The writing isn’t great! It has a lot of potential but because of some....choices there are points where characters get out of character or characters aren’t explored in the ways or lengths you want them to be. That’s partially because of the limited perspective as the main character Aphmau is our camera and view into the world, like a first person book. However the fan rewrites and redesigns and just fanworks in general? Call it MCD brain rot but damn that shit fucks. Someone made an entire Ro’Meave family tree going back hundreds of years. They created a LANGUAGE. Fucking love them shout out to @stellisketches

So I think that covers all the warnings you’d need. If you dare lift the old and mossy rock now, you can’t say no one warned you or hyped it up too much

I genuinely appreciate this honest assessment of the series. Personally, it doesn’t deter me because I know it’s abandoned now, but if I hadn’t known before getting into it, that really would’ve soured the experience. I’m not gonna tag as spoilers because I WANT to anyone else who’s considering it from this blog to see this.

Now, I don’t mind low quality and just, a lot of implications that are explored in fandom (I like the trafficblr series, Hermitcraft, Wizard101 - I get the “I’m gonna take these ideas and make ‘em beautiful” mentality) so I think I may look at it when I’ve the time! Maybe I’ll catch you on my fandom sideblog some time :)

#asks #save

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campdigimonth · 1 year

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Camp Digimonth 2023

Hi everyone! Camp Digimonth 2023 is coming! I have gathered information for interested parties beneath the cut.

Event Date: January 1-31, 2023

How it Works: The purpose of Camp Digimonth is to establish creative habits for a new year by making Digimon content together! Each participant is asked to set their own goals for the month to suit their creative needs. All kinds of content creators are welcome (writers, artists, gif makers, cosplayers, whatever your heart desires!). Participants do not need to stick to one medium; you can write and draw, etc! And remember that planning and refining are vital parts of creation. If you want to spend the month outlining new projects or editing old ones, that's great, too! Content from all Digimon series/games/movies/drama CDs/novelizations/etc is welcome!

There are no prompts in this event. Participants are encouraged to work on existing projects or projects on their to-do list.

Sample Goals:

-Time based: Create for x unit of time per day. This type of goal is especially helpful for folks wanting to establish a daily creative habit and for people who work in multiple mediums. It can also avoid the pressure of having to generate specific units of finished products.

-Number based: Draw y images per day/month, write z words per day/month, etc. This goal is similar to Nanowrimo's goal of writing 50,000 words per month/1,667 words per day, except that you can set your own goal. Maybe 10,000 words total or 5 finished drawings sounds fun to you!

-Project based: Finish a oneshot or short story from your to-do list, knock out that series of drawings you've wanted to make, create that epic gifset, etc!

How to Participate: You can be as involved or independent as you'd like! Use the hashtag #campdigimonth2023 and tag @campdigimonth to mark any post you want reblogged on this Tumblr blog.

-Declaring goals: I will start checking the #campdigimonth2023 tag in early January 2023 for your Goal Announcements! Once you have landed on a goal for yourself, you can share it with everyone following the Camp Digimonth blog :D Share what you will make with everyone, so we can get hype for your upcoming content!

-Share your content: Use the same #campdigimonth2023 tag to mark any content you would like shared on this blog from January-March 2023 (the later months are intended for more coverage for multi-chapter fics and comics, or any works too complex to complete in January).

Content Rules:

1.) All content must be original (no reposting/content theft) and created during January 2023

2.) Submissions are accepted

3.) OCs are welcome (human and fakemon)

4.) Character bashing/ship bashing/season or game bashing is not allowed

5.) Tag any potentially triggering content

6.) Shipping/romance is welcome as long as it is work safe and obeys all other guidelines

7.) This blog and the Discord chat are FAMILY FRIENDLY. The mods have no way to know how old everyone is, so to prevent any issues, all content reblogged on the official Camp Digimonth Tumblr and discussed/shared in the Discord must be fit for general audiences. Sample topics that will not be reblogged/will result in a Discord ban include, but are not limited to: sexually explicit content, violently graphic content, incest, human x digimon romance pairings, highly dark themes (drugs/torture/non-consensual actions/etc), pedophilia.

Notes on the Camp Digimonth Discord Server: At this time, the server members have voted to keep the server closed to new entrants. However, everyone is welcome to join the event on Tumblr.

Notes on Reblogging

I (ahiddenpath) will reblog posts in line with the content rules above and tagged #campdigimonth2023 on this blog. Please allow 48 hours for me to reblog and queue your post. After 48 hours, please feel free to send me a gentle reminder via Tumblr DM or the Discord if I missed your post. I am but mortal!

Notes on Questions

Got questions about this event? No problem! Use this blog’s ask box to ask them! Please note that anon asks are turned off on this blog.

Thank you so much for your interest in Camp Digimonth! I look forward to creating together!

#campdigimonth2023

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astarionbae · 1 year

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Hello everyone! I’ve been in the mood to read some new and exciting Stranger Things fics and getting to know more and more original characters for it. I have also noticed that even though I enjoy writing solely for my benefit and for a few of my friends, it would mean a lot to me if more people got to know and read my newest story for the fandom called After Dark.

After Dark is especially near and dear to my heart because after the infamous OC Civil War that had happened, all my fics that I was working on at the time had ceased and came to hiatus due to They Who Shall Not Be Named had been apart of my conversations pertaining those stories and ocs. Even though I became close to others over time and had made even better, healthier friendships it pained me to try and go back to the fics that loved so very much. With After Dark, I was able to channel my anger and hurt, and all the love that my heart held into words and create a story that is rooted in trauma (which was very fitting considering that incident and of course, season 4′s plot with Vecna). And here I am with what I call: A Freak of Nature Reviews!

Q: “What is A Freak of Nature Review?”

This is a fun little project that I’m starting in the month of November. Like I said, I want to read more Stranger Things OC fics so anybody can recommend me their fanfic as long as they fit the criteria that I ask for, of course. I’ll read your chapters, leave comments on every chapter to give you my support, and may even create something for it!

Q: “What’s the catch?”

Not necessarily a catch, but I’d like for more people to read my After Dark fic and to interact with it (leaving a kudos, commenting on it, sharing it, etc.) Interact with my fic, and I’ll interact with yours; think of it as an exchange! You do something to help out a fellow creator out and I’ll return the favor, it’s that simple!

If you’d like to know more, keep on reading down below for the Rules and Criteria that I politely request before you send me your fics. There is also additional information listed down below so please read it all!

CRITERIA FOR FANFICS

Fanfic must have at least five chapters posted

They need to have been updated within the last month (there’s nothing more heartbreaking than getting attached to a fic and seeing that it hasn’t been updated in five+ months which I am guilty of, too)

Fanfics need to be on Archive Of Our Own or Quotev (I apologize if this is a inconvenience, it’s just easier for me to read on those sites and to make proper reading adjustments to help my eyes)

RULES

Begin reading my fic After Dark on either AO3 or Quotev (it currently only has four chapters but I’m working on chapter five)

Leave a comment on each chapter leaving your thoughts, ideas, feelings, what you liked, etc.

Leave a like / kudos

Share my story with others

Optional: If you love my story, please ask me questions on Tumblr about Rylee or Parker! (I’ll do the same for your ocs!)

Let me know when you’ll begin reading my fanfic and once you finish reading the first two chapters and have left comments, I’ll begin reading yours

SUBMITTING YOUR FIC FOR THE REVIEW

Double check that it meets my criteria, if it doesn’t, I won’t read

Make a submission to my inbox with the following:

Fanfic name: OC(s) Name(s): Pairing(s): Story Link:

BE AWARE THAT . . .

If you end up backing out at any moment without telling me, I’ll remove all and any creations that I will make / have made for your story and ocs

I’ll only have 7 spots open for reading because I am just only one person and I do work five days a week

I won’t begin reading until the start of November

All my review(s) posts will be tagged with #AFONR

And there’s nothing more to say than just keep on being a freak 🤟🏻

#a freak of nature reviews #AFONR #stranger things ocs #spread the word

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swearphil · 1 year

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Trivia Tuesday

Creators: give a “behind the scenes” look at one of your works. This could be things that got removed or changed, the origins of ideas/details, whatever you like!

tagged by @smblmn! thank you!

I’ve decided to go with my David x Patrick Lavender Haze gif set!

so pretty much the moment I listened to Lavender Haze by Taylor Swift and processed the lyrics, I thought it was a song for David about how he feels about Patrick because of lyrics like “I've been under scrutiny/ You handle it beautifully/ All this shit is new to me” and “I find it dizzying/ They're bringing up my history/ But you weren't even listening.”

but for some reason, initially I couldn’t think of how to make a gif set with this song. I think that was because I was focusing too much on the lyrics I mentioned above, and no scenes fit as much as I would like to to make a set with them. and then I think one day I was thinking about or looking at gifs of David and Patrick’s “I love you” scenes and saw Patrick’s purple shirt and realized this would be so great with Lavender Haze! because of the purple! especially if I focused on the lyrics “I just wanna stay in that lavender haze.” thus the giffing began.

I did everything that I normally do to make gifs for this set, but an issue I considered from the beginning was the font placement in the second gif. I knew the lyrics were going to be divided as “I just wanna stay/in that lavender haze” because that’s where the break is when Taylor sings it. I also knew I wanted the scenes to be from David’s “I love you” (instead of Patrick’s “I love you”) because to me the song is from David’s POV so it should be him saying it (does that make sense? idk).

the issue was I wanted David and Patrick in the second gif, but if I centered the text, it would cover their faces more than I would like it to. I realized the solution would be to have it more toward the bottom, but could I do anything else with the text? I had played around once before with warping the text, so I did that here until I got a result I liked!

for anyone who needs this information, to warp text in photoshop, you write what you want to write, highlight the text and then on the toolbar at the top (at least that’s where it is for me), there’s an icon of a T with a curved line underneath. click on it and from the drop-down menu select how you’d like to warp the text!

here’s the font info for this gif! (and if anyone’s curious, the other font I use in this set is Bebas Neue)

and here’s the result!

how did I select these fonts you might be wondering? honestly, fonts can be the absolute worst sometimes, and my process usually includes writing the text and then scrolling through the fonts until I find something I like. sometimes I know when I want a more cursive font or something. for this set, I remember wanting a thicker font so that the purple would come through with the text in “lavender haze.” Elephant is one of my favorite fonts, so that part was pretty easy. for Bebas Neue, I think I was scrolling through fonts, found this one, used it as a placeholder while I figured out the other font, and ended up liking it? and it fit with the second gif, so I went with it!

tagging @maxbegone @lilythesilly @rosedavid @sarahlevys and anyone else who wants to do this!

#trivia tuesday #mine #round of applause for patrick's purple shirt for making this gif set possible #it was fun writing this out!#if anyone wants behind the scenes of other sets lmk!

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discoblocks · 2 years

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*✧･ﾟ:* Pinned *:･ﾟ✧*:

Hi! You can call me disco, or disc I guess, idk it’s not my real name so go wild. Pronouns are they/he, and I prefer masculine terms. Keep in mind I am an adult, but I generally don’t post things that are nsfw or inappropriate for tumblr age peeps

TO BE CLEAR: I am a sideblog, so interacts will come from my alt, @discoblocks-alt so if you see asks or replies from that acc, that’s me! If you follow me and that account follows you, we are mutuals!

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A Note For Twitter Refugees: if you’re coming here from bootwt and associate yourself with that community heavily, fuck off. The behaviour I’ve seen from the collective twitter side is unacceptable, and I don’t want you on my blog. If you think it’s fine to truth and speculate on cc’s neurodivergency or sexualities or anything similarly personal and private (ie. Tubbo is so autistic that he failed the autism test!!), even in jokes, fuck off. If you don’t agree with mspec lesbians and in general care to police identities, fuck off. If you still support Dream, fuck off, and I really mean it. If you care to speculate on the cc!beeduo stuff, fuck off. If you’re here from poppytwt, leaktwt, or adjacent communities, fuck off. If you’ve made it through all this and this doesn’t describe you, then you are welcome on this blog, twitter refugee! Please private your likes and following, and reblog posts more often than you like them. I’ll take this down whenever Twitter actually kicks the bucket

Mains:

Bouncing around ccs a bit, mainly watching slimecicle, tubbo, and other qsmp creators

Tag list under cut

Tag list:

#discotalks - for my own original posts, thoughts and jokes, not reblogs, but okay to rb

#lore talks - for discussion of lore, but not necessarily discourse or crit

#discourse - I use this very liberally, but generally I’m trying to avoid discourse posting. I will tag anything that becomes a bit too negative with this

#discodraws - art tag, I don’t post much art but I do occasionally

I don’t maintag often, if you’d like me to tag for anything more specific let me know. I always try to tag tw things, but it’s hard to cover everything, so if you need a specific tw, let me know. If there are any other tags you’d like me to use more regularly, feel free to send me an ask!

#pinned post #discotalks

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two-am-outlines-only · 2 years

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Heya! I’m Oren but I also go by false, lark and winter- call me anything really I love adding to my name hoard. Below the cut is a list of all my writing sorted by fandom and original pieces. I write for Sanders Sides, Legend of Zelda Breath of the Wild (I’m just novelizing it) and original shorts. The title of the work will also have a link to the tumblr post, and an AO3 link and summary will be next to the title; in the past I’ve found this to be the easiest and most accessible way to organize things.

As far as interactions with this blog go: asks are always open, anon is always on. If you’d like to request things you can click here to see what requests I take and what information to provide. They can also be found in the request info tag.

If you want to private message me please send an ask first, anon or not. Getting random messages is anxiety inducing and I don’t like it.

I don’t know if podfic creators are still as big a thing as they were a couple years ago, but if you see a story you want to read for one just ask first but it is very unlikely I’ll say no. I’m hoping to do it myself to all of my writing at some point because I like doing it and quite frankly because I need to use my voice more and get used to the sound of it, plus it’s just nice to have an extra accessibility thing for reading. Links will be put beside the titles when a work has a podfic attached to it.

If you would like to be tagged in my work for all writing, a specific fandom, a specific ship within that fandom, a chaptered work or just original works feel free to ask and your url will be tagged when I next update what you requested.

Originals

Ekphratic Fiction

Quiet Shift A being waits amongst a flock of crows for one in particular to stop being stubborn.

Storied Soul Once upon a time, there was a prince.

Communication A lone scholar finally shifts to where he belongs.

Dead Silence A vampire receives a pleasant surprise.

Small Favors An old creature watches a traveler walk to his fate.

Whatever it Takes A puppeteer makes their escape.

Fuel for Questions A young man sees a hare in the woods. Hardly an odd occurrence- except for the lack of oddities at all.

Sing Me Out A Storm A siren is trapped by a song.

Rainy Day Ambience A visit to an empty house.

The Tree Looks Different Sometimes it takes time to see things for what they are.

Short Stories

Of Course It’s so easy for me to love you.

Breath of the Wild

Novelization

Part 1 - By This Years End AO3 Link The first part of a Breath of the Wild novelization. It is a narrative of the events leading up to the Great Calamity primarily told from Zelda's point of view using the memories found in game. Age of Calamity is taken into consideration but nothing from that game is really used in this story (no egg guardian). Story will stray from canon towards the end. Ongoing

Chapter 1 - Demise Hyrule was falling. In a desperate attempt to fix things, Demise escapes his prison.

Chapter 2 - Silence is Better Zelda receives a helpful gift and prepares to set out to formerly request for the Champion’s future assistance.

Sanders Sides

One Shots

Spiral - AO3 - What if the reason Virgil and Logan weren't present in Putting Others First was because they were putting themselves first? Fic based off a theory I had that Virgil didn't show because he was panicking and Logan stayed behind to help him through it.

We’ll Be Okay - AO3 - A scene between Patton and Janus discussing how to move forward after the events of SvS Redux.

Three Times Janus Didn’t Understand and the One Time Remy Did - AO3 - Janus has alexithymia and doesn't understand what he's falling for; Remy is perfectly content to teach him.

Shifting Sides - AO3 - Thomas is having trouble adjusting to his newly acquired viewpoints on selfishness. Janus is given the opportunity to show this is a necessary change while Virgil watches carefully from the sidelines.

Five More Minutes - AO3 - Not every day is going to be a good day. But it's easy to turn it into one when a warm lap awaits you just inside your home.

Switching Sides - AO3 - Logan wants some time to himself and Janus wants to enjoy a movie with the other sides in peace. They support and respect each others wants and needs, agreeing to switch places for movie night. In doing so, they both gained a bit more than they bargained for.

Controller Passing Made Easy - AO3 - Having Patton in his lap just makes switching who's playing the game easier, that's all! And if cuddling ensues during and after than that's their business.

Gentle Care - AO3 - Virgil has been on edge for days now. Janus notices and resolves to fix it.

Mindful Confrontation - AO3 - Thomas' friends convince him to check out a new karaoke bar and encourage him to perform. Technical difficulties make improv imperative for the show to go on but can singing really settle the warring landscape?

Short End of the Stick - AO3 - Roman has always been a bit over dramatic and being height sensitive does not put him in line with his boyfriends teasing. But maybe there could be benefits after all?

Itch - AO3 - Patton is having a hard time with their body. Janus helps bring them back to themself.

Ruin - AO3 - An attempt to get Roman and Remus to get along fails and leaves Remus reeling. Indulging in a bad habit to try and keep the thoughts away from Thomas leads to Logan finding out, though instead of the ridicule he's expecting, he receives kindness instead.

Coffee Breath at Three - AO3 - Janus reminisces he and Remy's relationship as he coaxes him back to bed in the early hours of the morning.

Let Me Through - AO3 - A songfic featuring Let Me Through by cg5. Janus sings and leads Thomas into a dance in a desperate attempt to make him understand but ultimately Thomas turns away, leaving Deceit to wonder bitterly what might have been.

Just How Lovely He Is - AO3 - Logan reminisces over he and Virgil's relationship with a heavy pocket, smiling as he kisses him for no reason at all.

Breathe and Relax - AO3 - Logan has been an appreciated, steadying presence in Janus' life since college; the way he finds out he's Logan's comes as a pleasant surprise.

Neutral Ground - AO3 - Before Janus was accepted, he often played the part of a villain if only to create common ground between conflicting sides.

People Are Jerks (But Not You) - AO3 - Remus sits alone in an empty house in a quiet mindscape with brooding thoughts. Logan, at least, he can tolerate.

Blush For Lunch - AO3 - Logan finds a new diner that he decides to become a regular at, not necessarily just because the food is good.

To Owe A Date - AO3 - The new barista at the coffee shop Janus frequents is a shameless tease of a flirt. Janus finds he doesn't really mind.

Rise and Fall - AO3 - Roman is finally starting to feel better and it shows, though the others are understandably still worried. Please heed the tags of this fic.

Feelings Are Dumb - AO3 - Logan has been talking to Remus online for months now, never putting the nervous twist in its stomach to anything more than needing to sleep more. Until it finally realizes especially after talking to Virgil the feeling its been repressing for weeks now. Faced with the facts, it can't decide: tell him and risk the friendship, or ride it out until it goes away?

Completely - AO3 - Roman reminisces his time spent with the one he has loved and been loved by completely.

Tell Me You Hate Me - AO3 - Story contains some intense intrusive thoughts, please mind the tags. Remus always has episodes where his emotions seem to completely shut down, leaving nothing but thoughts pounding in his skull begging for a reaction. When he finally breaks down, Logan is there to hold him together.

Parting Gift - AO3 - Virgil navigates an empty world he didn't see before and he can't see now. Thankfully the modified roomba his parents left him helps in the absence of people.

At the Last Second - AO3 - Inspired by Snowing in Venice by Elizaveta. In an attempt to get as far away from their hometown as possible, Janus decides to go to college in Venice, Italy. Roman is conflicted over his feelings about it and doesn't know what to say until the last second.

Laughter is My Love Language - AO3 - Logan doesn't laugh much when Virgil first meets him. Eventually Virgil learns when Logan is truly happy is when he opens up.

Dance With Me - AO3 - It’s late but what else would Roman expect but light to be shining from under Logan’s door? What he finds however turns out to be something unexpected- but needed.

Leave Old Legends Lie - AO3 - When Remus coerces Logan into pulling a prank with an old folktale surrounding their local woods where they’ll be camping, Logan can’t find it in him to say no. despite his slight misgivings he finds the idea of scaring his husband Janus and son Virgil with something as simple as a ghost story and a thrifted fur costume rather exciting- until the “fake” ritual goes a little too well, and Logan learns just how important it is to respect legends better left alone.

Multi-Chapter

Tender Loving Care - AO3 - Logan Sanders has OCD, making him check and recheck everything to make sure things are still safe. A plant gifted to him by an unknown party shifts his focus enough to allow him to gain control over his life again, one carefully tended to flower at a time. Complete

Blooming

Wilting

Dee Little Snake - AO3 - Janus uses age regression as a way to destress but has little control over it whenever he grows upset. Trying to keep a secret like that can be hard when you're only four years old, and thus family bonding ensues in a way nobody expected, least of all Deceit. Ongoing

A Little Upset

All Bottled Up

Carrots and Cuddles

Safe at Night

Deserving of Comfort

A Storm in Purple and Blue

When Our Hands Next Meet - AO3 - Soulmates are given memories of their past lives when their hands touch. For Virgil and Logan, each memory is happier than the last. Each chapter is a different story connected by Virgil and Logan being soulmates. Summaries, prompts and warnings for each one are at the top of each post.

This work is a collaboration between myself and the amazing artist @birdsongisland, who not only created art alongside every story for the week but beta read every single one and assisted with story flow and plot points. Thank you very much my friend, it was a pleasure working with you<3<3<3 Complete

Did You Forget? Accompanying Art Piece

The Lines Trace Back to You Accompanying Art Piece

Lay With Me Accompanying Art Piece

Bite Me Accompanying Art Piece

We’ll Meet in the Middle Accompanying Art Piece

Mirror Our Past with a Better Future Accompanying Art Piece

I Remember Accompanying Art Piece

Out of the House - AO3 - Ever the paranormal enthusiast Remus is excited when he finds an abandoned house creepy enough to have ghosts in it with no chance of being caught trespassing. He quickly finds himself in over his head however when his fantasies come true, fighting to solve a mystery with the only possible outcome being losing someone he comes to love. Ongoing

I’ll be Here by Day

I’ll be by Your Side

Multi Part

Bad Things Happen for Those Who Wait - AO3 - Bad things happen bingo stories. Requests for this card are closed. Ongoing

Knot A Prank - Patton tries pranking Remus in an effort to make him feel more welcome. It does not go as planned. (Happy ending)

Death of a Bachelor - Prisoners set in an unfair game, Logan and Remus plan to both come out alive.

The Letter - Janus finds a letter Remy wrote for him.

Across the Hall He Waits for You - Logan wakes up in a confusing environment with an even more confusing man keeping him prisoner. But just when he thinks he's finally free, he only becomes more trapped.

With Forceful Permission - Being repeatedly dismissed ahs Logan's emotions finally boiling over, leaving Remus to try and scrape together the aftermath. (Happy Ending)

My Sunshine Part One Part Two - Patton thinks he’s finally caught the break he needs when he finds and falls in love with Roman. Ignoring the warning signs until it’s too late Patton ends up losing more than he had dared to gain.

All Dolled Up - Fearing Roman’s newfound obsessions after the events of SvS Redux, Patton decides to break things off with him before they can get worse. If only he realized just how bad it could be.

Experimental Socialization - Logan was raised by the government to be nothing more than an experiment and a weapon, utilizing his unique abilities as a mutant. When he finally escapes things are much different than he imagined they’d be but thankfully finds others like him willing to help guide him right where he needs to be.(Happy Ending)

A Perfect Manicure - Roman hasn't answered anyone's calls in a week. Patton wants to know why.

To Cure the Inevitable - Roman si so tired of endangering himself and everyone around him every time he changes. Logan promises to help cure him, an old agreement never straying far in his mind

Hold Onto Me - Patton had just wanted to deliver lunch to his husband when he saw the emergency vehicles at the construction site. All he can hope for is that keeping ahold of his hand will be enough. (Happy Ending)

Faulty Logic - Remus is bored and no one’s seen Logan in a while. He’s probably just shut up in his room…right? (Happy Ending)

Rage Against the Machine - The door at the end of the hall has been locked tight for some time now and things seemed to have finally calmed down. Truly, that's where their first concern should have been (Happy Ending)

Cold Hard Bitch - Janus is sick and Virgil is at a loss for what to do. Deciding he needs to brave the field that separates them from the others in the mindscape he finds out that things are definitely not always as they seem- sometimes for the worse. (Happy Ending)

Soulmate September - AO3 - A different soulmate story every day. Ongoing

Sparks Fly - Virgil goes deeper into the forest than he’s ventured before in the hopes of gathering more food. He finds more than he bargained for when a fairy claiming to be the prince of the forest begins to follow him.

My Favorite Parts - Roman worries over how to tell Patton xe wants to explore their soul bond. Xe should have known better than to doubt.

A Storm of Stars - Soul tattoos don’t fill in until the other person knows without a doubt that their partner is the one, when everything they are become so ingrained in each other’s lives that their souls become entwined. For Virgil and Logan, this doesn’t happen until well after they’ve been married. When the moments do arrive however, they both know they could never be happier.

March Ado About Nothing - AO3 - A Monthly writing challenge that takes traditionally angsty prompts and fills them with the least amount of whump possible. Ongoing

Hold Me Close - Roman doesn't want to let go of Virgil. Virgil doesn't really mind.

Stuff Your Secrets - Stuffed animals are good and normal to have no matter what age you are- except for Remus. Logan quickly fixes that line of thinking.

Blind and Silenced - Roman does something stupid, but it earns him affection so who is he to complain?

A Nice Family Outing - It was always nice for Janus and Patton to get out of their house and take the twins somewhere they could play and scream without disturbing the neighbors...again.

Incoherent but Still in Love - Remus takes Nyquil and becomes a bit loopy as a result, unwittingly throwing off Logan's plans for the time being.

You Look Pretty - Remus buys Virgil a dog collar on a whim purely for the aesthetic. Virgil absolutely loves it despite the weird looks it gets him.

To Make the Broken New - After much begging from Roman and Virgil, Logan and Patton decide to make fixing up the old treehouse they find one day into a summer project.

April Fool’s Month - Logan wonders why Virgil is acting off, until he sees Remus and remembers it's April.

An Exception - Janus never thought he'd grow to love an infection.

Just Leave Me - When Roman can no longer go on, Patton is there to defend his honor.

Song of Grief - Virgil takes time off for a concert of a lifetime, but when they cancel at the last minute nothing can console him. That is, until Janus offers a solution.

Care For Me - Roman gets a paper cut and Janus could care less. Enter Patton.

You’re Sweeter - Logan and Virgil go comping. Logan just can't stop admiring Virg- the view.

Keep Them Safe - Virgil has three amazing kids he swears to keep safe. Remus often tests his limits.

You Thought I Was Dead? - Patton loves his dad, but he can be a bit overprotective. Virgil decides to make a compromise.

#oren speaks #tag proper later when set up

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gaiuswrites · 3 years

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Original Sin | Darksaber!Din

Pairing: Dark!Din x fem!Reader

Rating: Explicit (18+ older for the love of all things holy)

Word count: 3.4k~

Summary: Things change after Grogu leaves. People change. No one is exempt.

Warnings/tags: DUB CON?¿, masturbation (m and f), inappopriate use of darksaber, sex toy (...), Dark!Din, Dom!Din, sacrilegious references, really dark shit, i am so sorry

Update: This should go without saying, but as it turns out, it’s in need of being said: every word written in this fic is my own; any likeness to any other work is coincidence, regardless of how bizarre. I don’t mean to offend anyone or raise suspicion, as I am certainly not a plagiarist (literally couldn’t be even if I tried: I am equal parts too incompetent, too busy, and too lazy to steal from someone else. Fellow writers can attest, I’m an absolute garbage reader and fall behind on almost everyone’s work. There’s an embarrassing amount I haven’t read.) Please reach out to me personally if you have any concerns. I respect everyone here like you wouldn’t believe. Sending love to you all. Be well. ✨

Notes: When I go to hell (it really is only a matter of timing, and not so much a question of if anymore), this fic will rank number one on the list of reasons why I’m sent to my eternal timeout. This... I'm twisted. I have issues. God help us. Seriously, this is basically a horror show. I bow down to the Darksaber!Din content creators who came before me, and the original artwork that inspired me to write this— thank you for lighting this (descending, dirty) path. I HAVE TAGGED A FEW PEOPLE HERE WHO MAY OR MAY NOT BE INTERESTED but really— REALLY— there’s absolutely no pressure. Cheers friends x ( gif credit: @skyshipper )

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The days stretch long like morning yawns—hours passing on creaky bones, slow and congealed inside the metal womb of the Crest.

It wasn’t always this way.

They used to be filled with pitter pattering— with wily antics and vanishing acts that could baffle even the most veteran of illusionists— with prying frogs from tiny, green hands and giggling as blocks and baubles floated through the hull. Laughter. There used to be laughter here.

But that was then. The child is gone now. The Razor Crest is quiet.

Time fills itself like this; there’s little for you to do now but wait. Wait for the dusk to blur into the dawn. Wait for your food to cook. Wait for the shower to warm. Wait for the parts you ordered to arrive at the port. Wait for Din to come back—to come home.

Home. You used to be so certain—you’d bite the head off anyone who questioned otherwise— but you’re not so sure this is home anymore. Its not that anything has changed. No, the galley, the carbonite pods, the cockpit, the deck—it’s all still here. The scuffed walls, the durasteel, the littered crates and packed arsenal. But—

It’s different. It feels different. Something is...

off.

You can’t quite put your finger on it. Its intangible, but it’s everywhere—like gas. Invisible to the naked eye, but encircling you all the same. Choking you.

Killing you.

There’s no good explanation for it. You feel eyes on you when there are none. You find yourself glancing over your shoulder, knowing full well you are alone. Something keeps snagging you, pulling at an unseen thread. The corners of your peripherals tugging at you. Beckoning.

Was that a shadow? No.

Is someone there? It’s just you.

There is a tickle at your ear - a constant - dancing along the shell of it. Wherever you go, it follows.

Home home home. It only feels like home when Din is there, safe and sound at your side. But even then, even Din—in all of his plated exterior—even Din has succumbed. Even Din has

changed.

The truth is, Grogu left and a part of Din left with him. There’s less of him now— more, too: there’s less where it matters, and there’s more where there shouldn’t be.

You don’t remember when it started—when he first disappeared. When the spark in him died, and he was reignited anew.

When this Other became.

On multiple occasions you’ve caught him murmuring into the bellied dark of the Crest with a bent spine, hunched over himself as if he’s shrinking—enveloping in in in as far as the beskar along his chest will allow him to cave. You can never pick up what he mutters, but you catch the sounds of his teeth and lips brushing together, hissing. It’s not Basic; you’d recognize it if it were. You don’t think its Mando’a either. It’s too sharp— too vile. There’s none of his language’s elegance in it.

“Did you say something?” You asked once, poking your head around the doorway, eyes resting on the shine of his helmet.

A beat—and slowly, he unfurled, rearing to his full height and like a sentinel he swiveled, pivoting to face you.

“No.”

Your throat bobbed. “Oh, I-I thought I heard-”

“Come here, mesh’la.”

And you did. You always do.

The darksaber appeared on his belt one day, shortly after the child went away. It came, only once, and there it stays. Indistinguishable - inseparable - there is no dismembering the two. It accompanies him in all things; when he pilots, when he hunts, when he eats. It sleeps by him.

By you, too.

Din has always been stoic—of scant words and physical timing—but now he is a golem. A silent, shrouded figure. His Creed is broken, and you wonder maybe - briefly - if Din is broken as well. He is never unkind to you. He is never threatening. But he is never him. His eyes— the oaky comfort you once found in them— have blackened. He is a pit.

Din Djarin is a pit of a man.

And within that pit he has born rage. Immaculately, it has sprung from him as woman did by Adam’s rib. Like mold growing upon stale fruit does he have this—this wrath. It crept through him. It stalked along his soft flesh— his tawny hide—and it waited; patient, there in the shadows, it waited for him. Waited for him to turn his back, to close his eyes and drop his guard— leeway, an entrance— as to slip in undetected.

To inhabit.

The virtue and love that once thrummed within the heart of him has burned away. Charred. Only this of him remains; this insatiable lust— for blood sport, for the promise of split knuckles and fractured bone, for you.

For all of you.

Now, Din goes out on bounties like he needs it—like it’s oxygen. He lives off it. He’s sustained by the rush, by the adrenaline laced chemicals pumping through his arteries. He’s gone for days and weeks on end and when he returns, he fucks you like he’s been starved. Out in the wilderness without a morsel to eat, he devours you. He’s ravenous as he tears his way across your body—all too pliant for him, all too willing—letting him feast on the nectar dripping from your heat.

You can feel it in his foot steps as he storms the ship, the bassy echo of it. You can see it in the pitch of his visor. You can feel it in his cock as he slams into you, night after night after night—ceaselessly. Tirelessly. Unnaturally. The number of orgasms he wrings out of you is countless—his need so incurable, you have to fight to stay above it all; you have to war against your urge to slip away completely.

Din is one grey choice - one hair trigger - from coming undone.

And you should be scared. You should be terrified—he should terrify you. Like scalding water, you should flinch away at the mere sight of him—at the warning steam that rises from his pauldrons. This predator, unhinged and off his leash—a great, crushing beast at which you are at the mercy of.

But— you aren’t.

You couldn’t place it at first: the gnawing. The gnawing at your insides like maggots festering upon a grizzled carcass hanging limp at a wet market. You couldn’t name the tremor in your gut. You gave it epithets as best you could, you gave it placeholders - fear, worry, intrigue - all until one day it spilled. One day it seeped past the tremble of your stomach and sank lower, lower,

lower.

It settled in your cunt—the gnawing. And you named it Want.

You want him. You want this—you’re addicted to it. This sin like led-lined velvet, you want to roll in it until it poisons you, until you’re smothered with it, just like it’s smothering you now— blanketing you as you mewl naked in your bed, knees knocked together. Your eyes roll back into your skull as you frantically work circles into your clit with the all consuming thought of him: his teeth at your shoulders, his hand around your windpipe.

You’re nearing your finish, the promise of that tight coil unraveling there - there - right before you. You’re so enrapt in it—in this dizzying, wanton act—you don’t register the ramp lowering. You don’t hear the carbonite chamber whir, his quarry freezing over, or his foot falls sounding their way to your bunk.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

You gasp, frightened eyelids wrenching open as his baritone timbre crackles through the hull. The Mandalorian stands there, backlit by the glow from the galley and he looms—expressionless. Haunting. You blink at him rapidly, batting away the desire that’s glazed over your eyes.

“Y-You’re back,” you stutter lamely. You try to smile. You try to distract him. “I uhm, I didn’t hear you come in. I thought you wouldn’t be back until, u-until..."

Your excuses fade, mouth parched dry. The film of his visor gives you nothing. He is unknowable, but you feel it - sense it - that energy—unbridled and rippling off of him in sick, suffocating waves.

“I’ll ask you again,” Din starts.

“What-" he steps towards you, darksaber hanging heavy at his hip, “do you think-" you shimmy up your cot, shoulder blades digging into the steel sidings, “you’re doing?”

Your heart thunders against your chest, beating until you’re sure it’ll burst.

“I’m-"

I’m sorry you almost say, and you have to force yourself to gulp down the apology. You know he doesn’t want it, and he knows you wouldn’t mean it even if you offered it to him.

Your brow wavers. “I-"

He rips away the sheet you had drawn up over you and reflexively you jerk back, revealing the gloss on your fingers and the patch of hair above your mound, shimmering shamefully—exposing you, mocking you under the dim lights.

“What’s this?” he asks, and fuck he’s patronizing you. He’s smirking—you don’t have to see it, you can hear it in the curving lilt of his voice as he drinks in the sight of your very obvious indiscretion, laid bare before him. You can’t bring yourself to answer him—you can hardly look at him—and you bristle, hair on your arm prickling up.

“You fuck yourself speechless, little one?”

Your cunt throbs, burning and contracting around the orgasm that was snatched away from you and fuck, you’re drowning in him. Din is tar—he’s an oil slick, and you’re plummeting through it—gasping for air, for the surface, for sunlight. He’s everywhere—his broad frame, his voice, his scent like copper and smoke. You can barely breathe through the thick of him.

“Answer me,” he growls, leather croaking at the clench of his fist.

“Yes—yes,” you utter, proceeding with honesty, no matter how pathetic. “I missed you,” you squeak out.

Din cocks his head, a smug look scowled onto his visor. “You missed me?” he purrs through a sneer and you nod, precious and small, worrying the inside of your lip.

He sinks one leg and then the other onto your bedroll, just between your parted feet, kneeling before you. The flimsy spring mattress squeals under his weight—all of that armor, all of that boiling soot trapped within him.

“How much?”

For a moment, you must look confused. Puzzled. Your eyebrows furrow as Din unclips the saber from his belt, rolling it over in his hand. You rake your gaze up from it, dilated pupils landing on the unforgiving black panel there.

“You claim you missed me. Prove it.”

Your cunt bottoms out.

He crouches over you, tracing along your inner thighs with it's steel shaft and you bury your fists into the cot. You don't know which to look at: Din or the rod in his hand. “Tell me you want this. Tell me you trust me.”

Fuck, it feels like you’re going to rattle apart. There isn’t an inch of you that isn’t humming—isn’t seizing up wild. “I-I trust you,” you mouth softly. And you do, whether you should or not—you trust him with your life, to make or ruin.

“Fuck, you’re wet mesh'la,” he appraises darkly, leaning in to run a leathered digit through your seam, parting your curls. Your legs twitch, heels of your feet digging into the bed. “So ready for me. So eager."

Your eyes dance frenetically down to the handle and back up to him as he aligns the saber with your pussy. The blunt end of it touches your lips and you shudder, instinctually fidgeting away from it. Din splays his hand on your knee, anchoring you in place. “Shh,” he coos, rubbing a thumb soothingly into your skin. It doesn’t feel sweet. It feels sickly, cloying— like arsenic.

You don’t dare breathe as he prods the shaft into you, inch by terrible inch. It doesn’t matter how slicked and wet you are from touching yourself, your walls strangle the foreign intrusion. Your body resists.

“Fuck,” you sob. Your throat, your pussy, all of it— it’s all compacted. It feels so fucking tight, both words and air fighting to get out and in all at once—everything inside you constricting.

“Show me,” he grits through clenched teeth. “Show me how much you missed me.” He drags his gloved digit over your clit, pressing down onto it until you see stars, fizzing in front of your vision. “I know you can take it, sweet girl. Be good and show me.”

Be good. Be good for him. Be his only vice.

He continues to swirl at your bundle of nerves and you’re nearly thrashing with it— with all of this— hair fanned and mussed against the pillow as you writhe, swallowing his saber to the hilt. Fuck, you’re so full. Maker, you’re stuffed with it; with the cold, uneven edges, the ridges woven into the grip of it— and he slowly - tortuously - delves the handle in and out of you, hitting against your cervix with every thrust.

You can only mumble. Your lips have gone slack, your mind is cavernous. All you can do is quiver and beg— beg for release. Beg for it to end.

Beg for more.

“Oh gods, oh g- Maker, please—”

Your bleary eyes shoot open as you’re silenced by the grip of his gloved hand.

“No.” Din pinches your jaw in the web of his palm, fingertips dimpling your cheeks. “No, your God isn’t here,” he seethes, low and deadly, graphite venom dripping from his lips. “Pray to me.”

Fuck.

Trembling, your lips pucker ugly and sloppy as you babble uselessly in his stony grasp, chin crinkling with a whimper. “D-Din.”

He inhales sharply, mouth snaking into a wicked grin behind his helm. “That’s it. That’s my good girl.”

He’s deboning you as he would a fish. Practiced, he plucks you into messy pieces—gutting you through your open maw. His ministrations are crawled. They’re slothed and carnal with arrogance and pride and it’s not enough—its all together too much, but still—it’s not enough. You’re hungry. You paw at him, scraping over his breastplate.

“Din, please—more," you gasp feverishly, eyes blown wide.

A blip of static huffs through his modulator. “You want more, you filthy little thing?” He gives you another squeeze, indenting scorch marks into your face.

You nod—you try to, his grasp is too firm, rooting your neck to still. “Yes.”

Din groans, all but obliging you as he begins to fuck you harder, pistoning through you as he thumbs your nub with his rough pad.

“Din-”

You’re whining now, tinny and depraved. It’s wrong. Every part, every second of this, is wrong. Immoral. But you can’t stop the way your body convulses at his every touch—you can’t stop the heat roiling in your core.

“Din, Din baby- fuck fuck fuck-”

It’s like he’s trying to split you in two—all of you. Your pussy, your mind, your soul—he’s bisecting you. Divvying you up to bits of nothing. It’s only then that horrid realization occurs to you, winding through your addled haze as he fucks you deep and splintering: you’ll never be whole again.

And scarier still—you don’t think you want to be.

No, you want to be these loathsome shards. You want to be broken glass. You want to draw blood.

You want to be possessed by him.

“Fuck yourself,” he pants, his cock straining violently against his trousers, begging for relief. “Be good and fuck yourself. Let me watch.”

Be good be good be good

He leaves your clit and you whimper at the loss. Your face is stained with tears. The salty trails cascade down to mingle into your hair, into the sheets. You’re vibrating, but you do as he says and you reach down, recoiling when you touch the chilled metal tip. Tentatively, you pad along it, settling on the end that’s peeking out from you.

A pained sound rumbles through Din as you wrap your fist around the saber, and your eyes flit up to meet his, hidden somewhere behind his helm. Hurriedly he unbuttons his pants in a flourish and removes himself from his constraints. He’s pulsing and proud, flexing up against his stomach, the veins choked to bulge along the angry, silken shaft of him.

Finally, you begin to move the hilt—finding an aching, undulating rhythm and he can’t fucking take it. He rips his helmet off, letting it clatter to the floor.

“Din,” your pray, “Din, I think I’m going to-”

You’re wrecked – fried like a livewire– as you look for him, as you search and search—for that warmth, for a trace of him left there. The Din you knew, the Din you agreed to fly with all those months ago, the Din you love. You think you see it sometimes—in the slant of his mouth, the bridge of his nose— but here, now, he is gone.

He is a pit.

Din Djarin is a pit of a man, and you want nothing more than to fall. Standing on the ledge of him, staring down into the abyss—you want this. You want to fall. You want to jump.

“Tell me you’re mine. Tell me, sweet girl— tell me.” He’s fucking his fist raw, humping into his palm as desperate as an animal.

“I’m yours,” you mewl. Furiously rubbing your clit with one hand and spearing yourself on the rod of his saber with the other, your hips buck and spasm. You snap. A blinding light sears through you, ricocheting off every scrap of muscle and tendon sewed up in your body. “Just for you,” you cry, “I’m yours I’m yours I’m yours—”

Your ragged sobs mix with the lewd slaps of skin as Din pumps himself, hot ropes of his release spitting onto you— painting your pussy, the divot of your navel, coating along the slope of your tummy.

“Look at you—fucking, look at you,” he moans throatily, easing through his rough strokes as he softens.

Your chest is heaving and you feel dumb, empty—like a puppet, arms and legs moving on phantom strings. Din removes the handle from you with a wet squelch; a viscous strand of your juices clings on, obscenely connecting your pussy to the base of it, and you rasp—the wind punched out of you with its gaping absence. You gush. It dribbles out the slit of you, leaking past your abused hole and soaking into the bedroll.

When he unsheathed the saber from your scabbard, he took a part of you with it. You’re so fucked out—you’re practically a parsec away— it went unnoticed.

Undetected.

It brushed past you. You didn’t feel it—you didn’t recognize the whisper that has slithered in in it’s place, nestling within your swollen folds.

Breeding there.

“Beautiful,” Din murmurs, placing it on the mattress beside your head, the chrome of it gleaming with your slick. He bows his head to lick a path up your cunt, laving you clean as he climbs higher and higher, tonguing off his seed from your stippled skin. “Fucking beautiful, mesh’la,” he growls. “Mine—all fucking mine.”

You’ve gone heavy. You’re too heavy to keep your eyes open—you’ve been hollowed out and you’ve got nothing keeping you tethered here. You start slipping under in slow motion—intervals between languid blinks lasting longer and longer. You’re spooled in a knot of tangled limbs with Din’s mouth, fervent and needy, flaying you open as he sees fit— with his hot mouth and teeth, suckling your breasts, biting at your nipples and bruising your pretty neck.

It’s not long before you hear it again, as you have before— as you always do: the faint caressing of speech, of lips forming language you cannot understand—made indecipherable in your strung out high.

“D’you say something?” you mumble, half conscious—half dreaming.

Din laps a long stripe up your throat, his stubble sanding your skin. “No.”

You sigh, breathy and girlish, as his fingers find your mound, dipping into you once again. He makes you cum twice more that evening. You barely have the strength to watch him do it.

Finally, when he’s satisfied—when he’s spent with driving you mad, making you rile— he grants you respite. He permits it – generous, charitable - and you sleep like the dead, soundly through the night until—

until you don’t.

Eyes. You feel them somewhere— there are eyes on you. You stir, stuttering in your sleep to squirm in the dark. You don’t know what you’re listening to at first. It’s a sound of some kind, a noise. There is a hiss—

A frigid hand seizes around the bloody organ pulsing in your ribcage.

No, not a hiss—it’s a voice. It’s— no-

You pat around for Din beside you but he’s gone—he’s long gone and his vacant spot has grown cold without him—and your nails dig into the sheets, desperately clawing into the fabric.

Inside you.

The voice, the sharp hush of it—it’s inside you. It speaks from inside your own mind, its forked tongue fluttering against your ear.

‘Wake up, sweet girl.’

Tags (IM SO SORRY): @djarinsbeskar @pedros-mustache @krissology @keeper0fthestars @read-and-rec

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I loved your "what is a story" post! Aside from structuring stories, are there any other things you think writers shifting from fanfic to original works tend to struggle with, or would do well to keep in mind?

Hey anon! I’m sorry this has taken me so long to reply, but it’s such a big question, it required a big answer. Especially, it’s a challenge to address because, as a creation medium, “fanfic” is far from a monolith. From a “how hard might a transition to writing original content be” standpoint, there’s a huge range - from people who write canon-compliant short stories coda stories that feel like they’re a living, breathing part of the source world, all the way through people who write epic million word AU stories about their own OCs who maybe at most tangentially interact with canon. Some people see writing fanfiction as “canon, the whole canon, and nothing but the canon,” while others see the original media as a jumping off point to play with other settings, tropes, archetypes, and story elements (“canon? I love canon! It makes a lovely whooshing sound as I fly on by…”). What a fanfiction author prefers to write, to some extent, influences what challenges they’ll face when they try to transition.

For those who specialize in “all canon,” their strengths will often lie in research, analysis, understanding metatextual themes, and finding holes or gaps to fill with new content. They’ll likely be weaker in world building and character creation.

For those who specialize in “what canon?”, their strengths will often lie in world building, character development, and recognizing tropes and archetypes and reapplying them to new settings. They’ll likely be weaker in analysis and recognizing plot holes.

These are obviously generalizations; an “all canon” author who does, for example, post-canon or uses OCs, might have lots of experience with world building or character creation. A “what canon?” author who, for example, writes historical works or field-specific ones (eg, a super detailed hospital AU) might be fantastic at research. And, further, hardly any author will be 100% one or the other; most writers will fall somewhere in between those extremes, writing some pieces that are canon, some that are AUs, some where they try to write the character IC-to-a-tee, some where they go “OOC is the new IC!”

Regardless of where a given writer falls on this scale (from “all canon, all the time” through “canon? what canon?”), the best two things any writer can do are: write more and read more. Especially, focus on reading (note this doesn’t have to mean literally “read a book,” it can be, “watch a show,” or “read a comic,” or “listen to a podfic”) original stories you enjoy, and engage with them “like a writer” (how to do that could stand to have a full post written about it, and doing so is on my list…). Look at how the author(s)/creator(s) use language, what the features of their world and characters are, how their plot is structured and paced, all the elements of the story. If it’s too much to take in at once, read multiple times and focus on one thing each time. You need to learn to recognize tropes and character traits, to see them and interpret them and understand that any given story is simply an assemblage of these features, and you can take the ones you like, discard the ones you don’t, and recombine them in infinite ways to tell any story you want. Take notes as you read - scrawl down tropes you recognize, character features that engage you, plot elements.

Having trouble? Try to tag the work like you’d tag an AO3 story, if you’re having trouble recognizing tropes and how to subvert them.

Would you tag it “angst with a happy ending?” “Emotional hurt/comfort?” “Mutual pining?” Congratulations, you’ve found tropes.

“Engineer!Character?” or “Character Needs to Learn to Use Their Words” or “Character is a Bad Parent” or “Asexual Character?” Congratulations, you’ve found character features, traits, and archetypes.

“Slow burn,” “getting together,” reunions,” “arranged marriage,” hey look, it’s a whole bunch of plot elements!

Learn to recognize tropes, and see how different creators use them and subvert them, will also help you see that when you write fanfiction you already do all the things necessary to create and write an original story.

It can help to take a step back and consider your own oeuvre. What kinds of works have you already done? Which pieces have you pushed yourself on? What do you feel your strength is? Write more. Read more. Read posts like this one - there are so, so, so many excellent writing resources on the internet. And, when you write your own work, experiment with different approaches - learn about yourself as a writer. What time of day do you work best? Does outlining help you? Do you need an alpha reader to help keep you motivated? Grow your experience by writing - any writing - and get a handle on what works best for you.

Still at a loss where to start? Read on…

Worldbuilding

Every world, whether it’s high fantasy, hardcore space opera, or modern contemporary, will require worldbuilding. Worldbuilding isn’t just the big, universal questions like: “how does the magic/science work, where are the cities located, how do people live?” Worldbuilding is also: “what does the corporation where they work look like, what is in the characters’ neighborhood, what are the places and things that will need to exist to make the story idea function?” You don’t need to treat this as “all the biggest stuff,” and I guarantee that, as a fanfiction writer, you’ve done worldbuilding - even if all you write is 1k coda fics. You may cut some corners, relying on context, on the “big stuff,” but the small stuff still needs to be in a story or it won’t make sense. What works in fanfiction, by and large, is the same as what works in original fiction. You should never be leading your reader through a lovingly crafted description of the surroundings/magic system/neighborhood/space ship while the plot languishes. You never need to have all the details up front.. If you’re a planner, go for it, plan the minutiae! But if you’re a plantser or panster, don’t feel you need to transform magically into a planner just to write original fic! You don’t. I’m a plantser. It’s fine.

You can often assume a reader will know what’s going on (even if they won’t!), especially if the character would know what’s going on. Weaving information into a story isn’t a “thing you don’t do in fanfic” - improving your writing in fanfiction will teach you how to do this as surely as writing original fic would. The writing itself isn’t different. Drop a reader in, and introduce them to elements as you go.

Introduce elements gradually, avoid info dumps, make sure the characters act like…this is just the world…they’re not going to (for example) explain things in detail if they’re eminently familiar with them. Use all the same tools you’d use when writing fanfic. Indeed, I think one of the biggest challenges a fanfic author will face isn’t “how do I worldbuild?” but rather, learning how to do consciously and intentionally something that they’ve surely been doing all along, because no story can be done without worldbuilding!

Thus, we circle back to “read your own work and the work of others and see what you’ve done and what others have done.” Force yourself to see that you do worldbuilding when you describe their surroundings, when you introduce story elements, when you say what they’re wearing. All the details that make your fanfiction rich and vibrant are worldbuilding. You build the world around the characters - whether they’re canon or OC - and then they interact with it to tell your story!

(Now, all that said, if you’re like, “that’s all well and good but how do I even start when I want to create a whole new world?” There are a lot of good articles on that; I’m personally partial to this list of questions by Patricia C. Wrede.)

Character Design

You create a character every time you write. Yes, if you’re creating fanfiction, that character already exists in some form, but you’re still creating: you’re deciding, in the context of your fanfic, what aspects of that character you want to explore, what behaviors of theirs you want to highlight, what things they do you’d rather ignore. You dictate their actions, decide how they’re established canon behavior applies to the unique and different circumstances you are exposing them to be. This is true even if the story is “all canon;” that said, the more AU a story is, the more likely the characters are to be essentially “original characters in a mask” - yeah, you might be using the names from canon, but when all is said and done what you actually are writing about is a new character, featuring the archetypes you chose from the base character and manipulated into a new environment. AUs change character ages, professions, surroundings, backstory, appearance, species, gender, sexuality, family, birthplace, native language, ethnicity, religion, intelligence, presentation type, I could go on…when you make them from Ancient Greece instead of modern America, when you decide they’re a half-octopus, when you say “oh, they’re ace,” when you go, “what if they were trans,” when you think, “I’m really in the mood for some pwp A/B/O…” you’re creating new character with aspects of the original character. The goal is often to keep them “enough like” the original character to be recognizable, but that doesn’t change that, in many AUs (and sometimes even in canon fics!), if the character names were swapped out with a find-and-replace, a reader coming in would be hard-pressed to recognize the source material. They might even guess the wrong ship (this sounds just like a Stucky story! they say, while you know it actually started as Destiel).

This is because characters are composed of archetypes and personality traits. They’re aggressive, they’re shy, they’re brave, they’re risk-averse, they’re selfish, they’re a martyr, there’s a huge menu of options, and any given character is rarely black or white…and when you decide how to portray a canon character in your fic, you’re automatically, often without thinking about it consciously, saying, “these are the archetypes and personality traits I want to focus on, these are the ones that’ll be paramount for this iteration of this character, the others won’t come up.”

So, much like worldbuilding, the concern you have when you transition to original fic shouldn’t be, “I’ve never had to make a character WHAT DO?” it should be, “I’ve been making and modifying characters all along, how do I bring myself to do intentionally what I’ve been doing anyway?”

I’ll give you one guess what the answer is, ha. Also, yet again, there are a lot of resources to help an author learn to do this “on purpose.” A Google Image Search for “character design writing sheet” turns up zillions of results, for example - look through, try a few, see what works for you, make some characters just for fun!

If you’re really struggling, try using one of those sheets to write up different “versions” of the same character you’ve written in multiple fanfics. Like, pick a canon fic you’ve written, and make a sheet for the main canon character, then pick an AU you’ve written, and make a sheet for that same canon character. You’ll notice pretty quickly that they each write up differently - they’ve got different goals, different motivations, different ways they react, even though they’re the “same” character. Pick the two “most different” versions you’ve written of that character, and compare, and it’ll start to be pretty clear: you’ve been making characters all along, so just…keep at it.

General Concept/Plot

“But what story should I tell?” can be a tough question to answer, especially for fanfiction authors who usually write shorter pieces, inserts, codas, and the like. The first thing to remember is…there’s no reason you should tell different kinds of stories! You can write a 2k fluffy meet cute between OCs. Not every original fic needs to be a 500k epic fantasy world saving adventure. There’s absolutely no reason you can’t write exactly the same kinds of stories. Yes, you’re not going to write a “fix it” or a coda for your OCs, but you can absolutely write “moment between” original pieces. You can write drabbles. You can write shorts, novellas, pwp, anything.

However, if you want something more involved…I think you’re starting to get the gist here but I’ll reiterate one last time…look at your source canon material and at the fanfiction you’ve been writing. What were the story elements you chose to incorporate when you made your transformative piece? What do you love about that source material that you’d like to emulate? Do you enjoy a good mystery? Do you like the agonizing drag of slow burn? Do you crave that “I COULD JUST SMACK THEM BOTH” of idiots to lovers? Do you want historical drama, political machinations, high adventure, space battles? Consider what story elements drew you to that fandom, what about it made you go, “THAT’S the one I want to write for!” Consider which story elements you most enjoy playing with when you write fanfiction. Then…do more of that. If you love a good plot twist, or an air of horror, or BDSM, or, or, or…that’s a good start for figuring out what story to tell.

It doesn’t have to be what you’ve written the most of, to be clear - but absolutely it should be something you love and want to emulate. If you don’t love it, what’s the point in writing it?

Figuring out what story you want to tell with OCs isn’t magically different than figuring out what story you want to tell for fanfiction. Your best bet, truly, is to go about things using exactly the same strategy you use for fanfiction. If it helps, you can even plot it using fic characters - pretend it’s an AU, figure out the story you’d tell with canon characters in that AU. If you’re playing with archetypes as discussed above (spoilers: you are), and you’ve put together a world for them to play in, creating a story to tell in an AU using “established” characters is exactly the same as writing original work, except you give them different names, and you don’t throw in random references to canon or quotes that insiders will get.

The biggest mistake most writers make when they transition from fanfiction writing to original fiction writing is treating original fiction as some ineffably Different And Unique And New form of writing. It’s not. A good original fic and a good fanfic will have many, many elements in common (YES, even if the fanfic is set in the canon verse!).

The best advice I can give, honestly?

Do exactly what you’d do when you sit down to conceptualize a new fanfic, but every time you hit up against “Oh I can’t have them say that, that’d be OOC,” or “Oh, I can’t make that happen, that technology/magic doesn’t exist in that world,” or “Oh, I’m going to have to change that, there’s no canon character that makes sense for a role like that,” you can go “OH WAIT THIS IS ORIGINAL I DO WHAT I WANT!” and you make that thing you want them to say be IC for them, you change the technology/magic/whatever so what you need exists, you create a character that’ll fit that role.

Fanfic or original fic, the story is always your sandbox.

Now - go build some castles!

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