#i should post them more often when i do edits but i always forget

[twstjam]

Unforeseen

HAHA it's not a Matcha fic if it isn't edited and posted at 2-3 AM amirite I don't know what this is I was just brainrotting about Malleyuu + Yuu and Sebek friendship + my take on post-NRC and this is what came out of it. I INITIALLY planned to only write the first and last parts but then my brain decided that it would be a good idea to come up with all the other shit in between and now this mess exists 👍 This also features a few theories and hcs based on Book 7 Chapter 4 lore, like how Malleus hatched and how Draconia babies are made. Summary: Sebek goes missing and with Malleus's first child with you on the way the prince is anxious about the affects of unexpected events on his family and the future.

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There aren't many things that can scare a dragon.

But then correspondence from Sebek's party stops, and Malleus swears his blood freezes.

He's sure he wears out the floor with his pacing, blood humming with restless surges of magic and throat hot with the urge to release fire as he waits with patience that wears thinner by the hour. Silver stands in the doorway, the disapproving gaze he'd imagine on his father reflected exactly on the guard's face as he tells Malleus to go to bed.

Malleus would laugh at the irony if he didn't instead begin to worry about the emptiness he'd leave next to his spouse if he remains awake until dawn again. Well, not that you'd be entirely alone.

Your arms are encircled around a massive black egg, held close to your chest like you used to do with the monster cat curled up against it. Grim rumbles like a motorboat, the only sound that remains when Malleus enters the bedroom and all conversation is halted.

You sit up, not without keeping some part of you touching the egg in some way, eyes alight with hope. Malleus's heart sinks at the way your expression falls at the frown he wears.

Referring to you and Sebek as "close" would be an understatement. Since your first day at the castle, the both of you have practically been attached at the hip, falling back into the familiar roles of your years together as students at Night Raven College. Malleus would call it an imitation of Sebek's excessive devotion to him back in those years if it weren't more personal; the two of you are often whispering secrets or nonsense, laughing, bantering, and smiling with each other despite your roles as guard and master. It's nothing like how Malleus is guarded and he sometimes finds himself feeling the ugly curl of envy at the thought.

Malleus can't fault Sebek for keeping his distance. He knows that his role as the future king forms a boundary between them that cannot and should not be crossed, but that doesn't mean that Malleus is any less upset about it.

Sebek isn't with you now though, and neither is he with Malleus, nor Silver. Malleus remembers a time like yesterday (at least to him) when Sebek would sob upon being torn from Malleus's side, but he recalls that on the day of the guard's departure, he had been insistent. Dedicated, as always, to anything and everything that would keep his lord and friend safe. You'd hugged him goodbye and waved him off cheerily, grin wide as you shouted at him to "Don't forget the souvenirs!"

"I'm doing reconnaissance, not going on a vacation," Sebek had groaned when you'd told him the same thing prior, shooting Silver a glare when the other man had muttered under his breath, "Seven knows you need one." He had redirected it, tired and pleading at Malleus when the prince had laughed.

(Malleus tries to remember what it was like; laughing. When he had lamented this aloud, you had called him a Drama Queen, but that doesn't mean you're any less worn with worry even if you don't share his admittedly exaggerated sentiment.)

"We should just go look for 'im!" Grim grouches, disguising his own worry behind drained patience at everyone's trepidation. He's practically your other half, (and more in tune with your feelings than Malleus is, he'd begrudgingly admit.) so he's as tied to Sebek as you are.

""We"?" Malleus questions sharply at your nod of agreement.

"The longer we go without a word from him the less I think I can wait, Tsuno," you plead. Malleus looks down at you understandingly, but his eyes are sad as he places a careful hand on the egg nestled in your arms. Guilt crosses your face, but the determination remains in your eyes.

"Stay with the egg," you tell him with finality, but if anyone can fight you on this it's Malleus.

"I care for Sebek, truly." Malleus cuts you off when you open your mouth to argue that I didn't say you don't— "But I will not risk the chance of our child growing without either of us by their side."

It's something that he has a firm stance on and you know that you can't ever argue with it, even if you're not willing to give up the vision in your mind of both Silver and Sebek also being by their side when they hatch. You curl up around the egg further, resigned, even as you murmur, "What do we do, then?"

"We wait," Malleus says, apologetic as he gathers his child, the love of his life, and their cherished animal companion in his arms. He curls his tail around them protectively despite his family being in the safety of his arms and his nest. He can feel Grim vibrating with unrelenting purrs against his chest, the furry little beast squishing his face against the egg as he kneads little biscuits over its curved surface. You settle with your head against Malleus's chest, dissatisfied but resigned.

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Malleus watches you shriek when you lay your eyes on Ace and Deuce right before you bowl them over to the floor in excitement and he knows he made the right call inviting them to the castle.

Few humans ever set foot on the castle floors, not many fae keen on just the idea of it, but Malleus is the future king and he can do whatever the Hell he wants and that includes letting your friends come over for a few days to cheer you up, traditions be damned.

With Ace and Deuce around, the castle is alive in a way it hasn't been in weeks. It's not just a product of their making but yours as well, the three of you along with Grim at your heels always up to something in the castle when you're all together. Malleus is more than happy to watch over the egg as you catch up with your friends, but that doesn't mean he's free from your attention any less.

"How much longer is it gonna take for it to hatch?" Ace says in both amazement and curiosity while Deuce tries to wrap his head around the concept of a magically conceived and hatched egg (It's not really that complicated. Malleus can't understand what might be so confusing about it.). They're both standing around the egg at a distance but still closer than anyone else you and Malleus have allowed in the unborn heir's presence.

(That is, if he doesn't count Silver and Sebek.)

"Like, half a year, or something like that." You tilt your head up at him for confirmation. "Right?"

"Indeed," Malleus crows proudly, hand smoothing over the egg's shell. Grim hops up onto Malleus's lap and rubs up against the egg, butting up into Malleus's palm when he raises it to pet him. You smile with excitement, lips pulled between your teeth as you hop in your seat across from them.

"I can't wait," you chirp, linking your arms with your friends' and bouncing them along with you. "You guys have to be there when it happens, so make sure you've got nothing going on."

"Oh, you bet," Ace laughs, eyes shining with mirroring eagerness.

"Are you kidding? Like we'd miss your kid being born! Uh.... hatched?" Deuce muses.

Malleus hums, pleased at their assent, hands cradling the egg's sides lovingly. Along with Ace and Deuce, you were also planning to invite your other old friends from NRC to witness the hatching, which Malleus had agreed to without missing a beat.

Though he hadn't even been a minute old, Malleus remembers his own hatching. He doesn't think he can ever forget it; the overbearing loneliness as he broke the shell and gazed into tearful red eyes. Despite the waves of love that had urged him to come out, the room had been so empty except for the fae that had coaxed him out of his eggshell.

Malleus doesn't wish for such an experience to ever be known to his children.

He knows the image you see in your head of your child's hatchday, can see you proudly presenting his heir to the eager eyes of your friends. He can see them all now, gathered around you with the privilege to lay eyes on the future ruler of Briar Valley before anyone else; Ace, Deuce, Jack, Epel, Ortho... and Sebek.

Malleus's fingers curl, claws lightly scraping against the shell of his child's egg.

Sebek will be there. He knows that you haven't given that up in your mind, and neither will he.

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Malleus still remembers the day, a year or so ago, when the two of you had finally announced that an egg had been successfully conceived.

His grandmother was the first to come see it, of course. She had manifested, eyes wild and frantic, in a burst of green flames. She at least had had the decency to appear outside of his and your chambers instead of coming right in, but the moment Malleus opened the door to greet her she was brushing right past him.

It was the first time you and Malleus (and possibly anyone really) had seen Briar Queen Maleficia so emotional. You had awkwardly patted her back in an attempt to soothe her surging emotions, but it had instead gotten you pulled into a stifling hug that had you breathless. Malleus had watched with both amusement and tears in his eyes as his grandmother murmured "thank you"s to you over and over on repeat while you reached for him with your arms, silently begging for assistance.

After that, it was time to introduce the egg to the rest of his family.

Though it wasn't her egg, Maleficia had to be convinced to allow other people close to it, relenting with a pout. She remained in the room though, so when you had returned with Silver and Sebek in tow, her presence was the first thing that they registered. Sebek had gotten so caught up with stuttering formalities that he didn't even notice the egg for a full five minutes.

Everybody else in the room were already prepared for when he finally did, hands held over ears round and pointed alike as he screeched in surprise.

"An egg! You have an egg?!" he'd screamed in disbelief. You'd laughed as he grabbed you by the shoulders and shook you. "I'm not dreaming, am I?! Please tell me I'm not—!"

"You're not—!!!" you'd shouted, and the two of you had both shrieked with glee as Sebek picked you up and spun you around the air. He had chanted his congratulations while you vigorously repeated "Thank you!"s.

He had put you down awkwardly when he remembered again that Maleficia was in the room, clearing his throat and recollecting his composure while you continued to giggle. His joy was so infectious though that it even had Maleficia cracking a smile despite being in the face of some of her subjects.

"Do I not get a hug also?" Malleus had tried to be lighthearted but he couldn't help the pout on his face. Though he was reluctant and still alert to presence of the queen, Sebek had relented and given him the privilege. It wasn't anything like the hug he had given you, but it was meaningful and personal nonetheless. Silver had joined at Malleus's beckoning and the prince had held them both close, so many words of relief and gratitude going unspoken but communicated between the three of them nonetheless through one shared gesture.

Malleus had looked up at the quiet shuttering of a ghost camera and saw you show a polaroid to his grandmother with a proud grin.

"Could you perhaps make a duplicate of that for me?" she had mused.

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Malleus is unsure if Ortho's surprise visit to the castle could be considered a pleasant one. Perhaps, if it were under different circumstances. Perhaps, if he had returned with Sebek and he wasn't practically painted with injuries.

Malleus was in the middle of his duties when he had found out. He had been discussing with the council the search itself for Sebek and his party when a member of the castle staff burst through the door and unceremoniously interrupted the meeting. They were quickly forgiven when they'd frantically informed him that Sir Zigvolt had finally returned.

Malleus had torn through the halls in a billow of black robes, legs carrying him thoughtlessly to his destination, eyes like green spotlights in the dimly-lit halls. The servants parted and made way for him wordlessly.

When he finally arrives, both you and Grim are already there, sitting by Sebek's bedside and on his lap respectively while Ortho hovers at his other side. Malleus is momentarily relieved that you'd been informed first, but then he sees the state Sebek is in and he's next to you in an instant.

Sebek's slit pupils dart to him for the briefest second before looking away with a grimace. He seems to sink further into the pillows cushioning his back at his sitting position, shame evident in his eyes and the way his lips are twisted in a way that morphs the cuts and bruises on his face.

"My liege—" he rasps, and the fire in Malleus's chest roars and pulls.

"Silence," he commands, a little too sharply and it aches how Sebek shrinks further into himself. Malleus sucks in a breath and forces himself to calm down. He sits down on the bed, holds out his hand, and speaks, softer this time, "Be still."

Sebek opens his mouth to retort but you shoot him a reprimanding look that has him going quiet again. Malleus notices how Sebek doesn't retreat from you and he feels that familiar pang of jealousy again.

Now is not the time for such trivial matters, boy. Your family is hurt. a voice chides him in his head. He holds his hand over Sebek's face, and though the halfling twitches slightly in discomfort, he closes his eyes to the warmth of Malleus's magic as his injuries begin to heal.

As Sebek relaxes, the tension easing further out of him as his pain fades away, Ortho begins to explain what had happened, how he had found Sebek, and why.

As it turns out, the treacherous group that Sebek's party was sent to observe was also being investigated by S.T.Y.X.. Sebek and his group had gotten ambsuhed and captured— At this, your hand tightens further around Sebek's much larger one. It draws Malleus's attention, and a low growl escapes him at the redness of iron burns peeking ever-so-slightly from beneath Sebek's sleeve.— and when Ortho had discovered this, he had gone in and rescued them as fast as he could. Sebek's injuries had been worse, apparently, and there was only so much Ortho could do with his built-in medical procedures in such a short amount of time.

The young humanoid seems to sag defeatedly at this, but you're quick to reassure him that "No, you did great. I mean it, Orr. Thank you."

Even Sebek had opened his eyes to shoot Ortho a reprimanding yet grateful look.

"I can confirm. I might not be here currently if it were not for your action, Ortho."

Ortho's eyes go wide at this and he scrubs at them with the heel of his palm as dribbles of liquid stain his cheeks.

"Y-You're going to activate my crying simulation again, Sebek!" he chokes out. He suddenly looks up, teary eyes meeting Malleus's, and Sebek looks like he wants to stop him from speaking but he's too late as Ortho blurts out, "I hope you are not disappointed in him, Malleus Draconia, though I don't think that you are! Regardless, you should know that Sebek was really cool, even though he was the one being rescued! He was suffering from severe iron burns and yet he stood up to the enemy captain anyway and bit his arm off when he tried to grab me! It was like he was the hero!"

An embarrassed blush spreads over Sebek's cheeks at Ortho's retelling, his flustered gaze suddenly finding interest in Grim's silky fur beneath his fingers. Despite his demeanor, his voice is as sure as ever as he says, "Well, of course I couldn't just stand there and let you be hurt after all the trouble you went through because of my blunder!"

At this statement, Malleus turns to him questioningly. "Sebek—"

"It was due to my shortcomings that we were captured, Lord Malleus," Sebek admits, shamefully and yet boldly as he looks up to finally meet his master's eyes. "It was my fault. The solution was so simple. If only I had...." Sebek's brow furrows in frustration, his fists clenching, the one holding your hand wrapping around your fingers fiercely. "If only I was—"

"Sebek," Malleus says, gently yet firmly, a mere mimicry of your reassuring tone, but it works to cut Sebek off before he begins his tangent. "That does not matter."

His hands draw downwards, brushing against yours before carefully wrapping around Sebek's wrists. Sebek inhales sharply at the sting of contact but eases again at the warmth of healing magic.

"What matters now is that everyone is safe. Is that you are safe. That you have returned to us."

He knows it's selfish. As prince, he knows it's unfair and unwise to be so forgiving of one of his guards' failures— A single wrong move could mean the downfall of the entire kingdom, after all— but Malleus finds that he doesn't care. He finds that, with Sebek back in the safety of the castle, with his family— All of his family— back in the safety of his arms, he doesn't care.

After weeks of worry and weariness and heavy thoughts of paranoia and doubt, Malleus for the first time feels a weight lift off his shoulders and it's like he can breathe again. He remembers again the feeling of relief.

Your hand that's not holding Sebek's reach for one of Malleus's. He accepts it gratefully, looking down to return your equally relieved smile, but when he meets your eyes, the expression on your face is not what he expects.

Instead of warmth, instead of anxiety flooding out of you and tears gathering in your eyes, your expression is cold and detached; eyes distant, lips pulled firmly into a thin line, and brows fighting to not draw down in what he knows would be the most fearsome glare he's ever seen in his years of living.

There aren't many things that can scare a dragon, but right now, as he watches you, the barely-restrained fury on your face  and the chilling desire for damnation in your eyes, Malleus feels the fire in his chest snuff out, retreating to make way for the real beast.

#twisted wonderland #malleus draconia #sebek zigvolt #twst grim #twst yuu #twst mc #prefect yuu #ramshackle prefect #nrc first years #twst first years #ortho shroud #idk how to write ortho I hope he's okay :') #ace trappola #deuce spade #They're there!!! For 5 seconds— #malleyuu #malleus draconia x reader #malleus draconia x yuu #malleus draconia x mc #matcha writes a bit #diasomnia

[formulafics]

Hi there! I just wanted to come on here and say firstly I love your fics so much like they are amazingly good and also wanted to say keep up the good work :)

And secondly what tips would you give someone who wants to make their own smau?

And I hope you are having a good day/night ❤️❤️

A fic writers guide to figuring out how to create your own smau’s, and not lose your mind doing it!

A/N: Hi! Thank you so much, I appreciate it 🥹🫶🏻 Also, i’m sorry it’s taken me a while to answer you! <3 Since I get asked this quite a bit, I went ahead and made an ‘official’ post for it. You can ask any other questions in the comment, or through my ask box!

First and foremost, I’ve made a few posts about this, and as I always say, i’m still figuring it out myself, so take this advice lightly, as you may not agree with all of it as you make your own works! This is solely from my experiences as someone who’s been writing and making fanfictions for at least 4 years.

✎ ✐ CREATING SMAU’S 📱

This account is the first account i’ve made Social Media au’s on! Therefore, i’ve only been doing these for a little over 4 months.

My first tip is to play around with your layout! When you read smau’s, i’m sure you notice that almost every fic has a different look. There’s no right or wrong way to do it, just mess with it until you find what you like!

My second tip is to use whatever app your creating in the fic as reference. What I mean is, even though I do not use twitter, I have it downloaded so I can look at tweets and the responses, in an attempt to mirror that in my works! Same goes for instagram, and any other social media app you use! I also use the profile pictures that the drivers have by looking at their pages, as well as what other drivers/celebs like their posts.

Add on to the second tip: While I suggest doing that, It is up to you! Youre creating a fictional story and if you’d rather take the likes and responses into your own hands, that’s okay! That’s a part of learning what you like, but I added it as it’s something that I personally find incredibly helpful at times.

My third tip, and possibly my most important one is to have. a. layout. Fanfictions, for me, are so much easier to create when I take the time to lay it all out! You can either make a draft on Tumblr or use your notes app to just make bullet points of the order your story should go. It doesn’t have to be perfect, but it’s genuinely so helpful in allowing you to keep track of your story, as well as not missing any of the points you want in your fic! I find that if I make a smau without a layout, there are often small mistakes that I only notice after it’s posted, and while it’s not that bad, It’s still much more satisfying to not have those mistakes.

My fourth tip is working smarter not harder. That’s not to say that if you don’t use these things, you’re not smart - in fact, to any smau creators that edit everything themselves instead of using a generator, mad props to you. However, if you’re interested in the generator, I use it for my twitter posts! I also added some other apps I use when creating my fics.

⌕ TWITTER GENERATOR LINK

-> used to create my twitter threads

⌕ COPY AND PAST SYMBOLS

-> symbols used in my fics, and to decorate my blog!

my symbol archive: © ★ ❀ ⋆ ⤷ ⤻ ⌕ ⌇ ⌗ ✎ ✐

⌕ PICSART

-> used to crop pictures, add filters to them, as well as the border you see on my tweets! it’s free (with some restrictions if you don’t pay), but still has a good selection of ways to edit.

⌕ PHONTO

-> the best phont app i’ve come across. used to create my header and any pictures you see with words on them, such as the header for this here post!

⌕ CANVA

-> i don’t use this one a ton, mostly because i forget about it, but it’s incredibly helpful for creating magazine esque covers, and i usually would use it for adding an article to my fic!

My fifth tip is to not worry about the length of your smau. It doesn’t matter if your fic is one instagram post or 20 of them, just do what you want to do, and what you enjoy doing!

Other than that, I honestly don’t have many tips! Just take your time, use inspo when needed, and have fun with it. At the end of the day, people just enjoy having more content of their favorite drivers!

✎ ✐ WRITING FANFICTION 💻

While I have yet to write full fanfictions on this account, a majority of my time in the fanfiction universe has been spent writing, so here are some tips for that, if anyone wants them!

1. Take your time: It’s so easy to get into the “I just want this done” mindset, but that is not helpful at all! It’s important to try and remember that there’s no deadline for you to complete your works. Slow and steady wins the race. I once wrote a 15k word fanfiction and it took me over two weeks, and even then, I tried to rush it, and that gave me MAJOR burn out. In fact, after that fic, I deactivated the account I had, and took a long break from something I enjoy, writing.

2. Use inspiration to your advantage: Even if you already have a good plot and layout for your story, it never hurts to find pictures and prompts that you can include. Take the time to understand the overall vibe/concept of your plot, then take to tumblr to try and find some pictures that fit it! This can also help motivate you when you’re feeling writers block.

3. As with the smau’s, have a layout. When I write fics, especially long, in depth pieces, I like to break the plot apart and write in portions, then add it together at the end, rather than one straight shot for the whole thing! I hate when i’m in the middle of a story and realize I completely missed a certain scenario I wanted to have in the fic, or when I forgot to emphasize something.

And those are all of the big tips I have for writing!

✎ ✐ THE MENTAL ASPECT 🧠

While writing and creating fanfiction is fun, and can be a stress reliever, it can also be a stress inducing activity, especially when you run an account doing it. As someone with ADHD, and a chronic overthinker, I have tendencies to stress myself out with a number of things, so here are some tips on avoiding that.

First, remember that this is a hobby. This is supposed to be fun, so if you aren’t having fun, consider stepping back. Try to determine why you’re not enjoying it, and go from there.

“I feel overwhelmed with requests.” Almost anyone who writes fanfiction has likely been here - so, know you aren’t alone. When requests start overwhelming you, I would suggest to close them, then take a break from them! Remember that they are requests, not requirements. If you don’t like an idea or aren’t motivated to write it, do not write it. As much as it can suck to have to deny a request or put it on the back burner, it’s not worth forfeiting something you enjoy.

“I just don’t know how to write/create this” That’s okay! Like almost anything in life, it’s a process of learning. Yes, it’s frustrating, but try to remember that this will probably teach you something that will be helpful in the future! If you do not want to take a break, consider looking at prompts and inspiration for your story. Take the time to reflect on your original plot or idea, and either try to change things, or add things that help your idea come together. Also know that if you’re struggling with ideas, many fic writers are probably willing to help you out! While I can’t speak for everyone, i’m more than happy to help.

“I want to write, but at the same time, I don’t enjoy it that much.” This is a feeling that you either understand or don’t, and it’s a good thing if you don’t, but is completely okay if you do! This is a sign of burnout or writers block, and unfortunately, many of us go through it. Like any other hobby, when you do it for an extended period of time, or hyperfixate on it all the time, you may find that you want to do it, but can’t enjoy it. Time should fix this, but you can also reach out to other writers, or even those who read your work! When this happens, either take a step back to remind yourself why you enjoy writing, or take on a new idea, with no commitment. Just write something that comes to your mind, and hopefully it’ll allow you to unclog your brain. (That sounds kind of mean, but I don’t mean for it to lmao.)

Secondly, if you can have a friend or mutual that will help build on your ideas, that is so incredibly helpful. Even if said person is just there to provide some prompts or pictures when you need it, it’s a life saver. That being said, I know not everyone just has this, so the least I can offer is my own inbox and dms.

Huge shoutout to @renarots. I’m sure by now you guys are used to me mentioning her in my fics, but she truly truly has helped me so so much and I cannot imagine making these fics without them. 🥹❤️ And also they’re one of the best friends i’ve ever had, echo chamber aside.

Lastly, write whatever the fuck you want to write. Fanfiction is a world of its own. There’s room for any and everything. As long as you aren’t being downright offensive and harmful, write whatever it is you’d like to, because there is bound to be a number of people who absolutely cherish your work. That’s part of the beauty of this app.

#i fucking love yapping #dae’s yapping 🗣️ #writing tips #social media au #tips for writers

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Assignment Presentation Checklist

sometimes the presentation of assignments can be Fucky, which is extremely annoying. so here is a checklist of things to do when perfecting the presentation of assignments (this can be for essays, reports, videos/video essays, speeches/slideshows, etc).

I: Planning & Preparation

this is the initial stages of doing the assignment, such as taking notes, listing potential websites, drafting a thesis/theses, drawing diagrams, etc. i've found that the quality and organisation of everything done as part of planning and/or preparation tends to set the tone for the whole of the assignment, and the effort placed in this stage alone can elevate your mark significantly.

Key Objectives In Planning & Preparation Is the planning organised? Is there detail? (Excess detail can often be useful, as knowing the topic well allows you to expand on small ideas easily and use extra terminology and contextual references that elevate the overall quality of the full work.) Does it accurately reflect the vision of what you want the final outcome to be? If there's a thesis, does it have depth and dimension? (Having multiple points and perspectives of research available within the thesis allow for the overall essay to have more depth, and allows for you to research relevant areas of interest within the topic. Writing these additional points of research is also helpful as they help form smaller theses for the body of the work, as well as you won't forget that way.)

II: Research Quality

this is fairly self-explanatory, i think; it's the quality of the overall research from the planning stages which is utilised and reflected in the final outcome of the work. this involves not only the research itself, but the background from which it is retrieved and the variety of the research. i outlined how to assess research credibility in this post.

Key Objectives In Research Quality Is the topic research detailed? Is the topic research both accurate and relevant to the research inquiry or thesis statement? Have a wide variety of resources been used? (This includes having both primary and secondary sources, as well as having a mix of resource types such as websites, articles, books and textbooks, and videos, etc.)

III: Writing & Editing

this refers pretty much to the quality of the writing and the editing of the overall work. this is important as the clarity of the writing is vital in having the reader or marker understand the research and the arguments or points being made. additionally, the editing of the work will add to how professional the marker perceives the work to be; as an example, it is rare that you should be using first or second person language in any assignment, and if that does happen to be a requirement, it is often specified (though personally, i always make sure to confirm any details such as this through email on the day i receive the task).

Key Objectives In Writing & Editing Is the writing style professional and distinguished? Have advanced language features been utilised correctly? (If advanced language and literary features or advanced terminology are used, you should have an understanding of the mechanisms and logistics of them, rather than using them to 'seem smart.' This is a mistake I've seen my friends make a lot when I'm proofreading their work, and it's relatively easy to spot where someone is just using language that they think is making them 'seem smarter' because it's incorrect use due to nuances disrupts the flow, thus hindering the flow of the writing and decreasing it's overall quality.) Does it have a cohesive and clear structure? Are there any grammatical errors?

IV: Format, Graphics & Visuals

this is, in my opinion, one of the most important bits, because if the formatting from a presentation is messy, that will color how the marker is going to view the whole of the work. while the writing quality may be high, it'll be relatively easy for this to be overlooked if the formatting is unclear or doesn't make sense.

Key Objectives In Format, Graphics & Visuals Is the information organised with both titles and headings that are clearly identifiable? Are paragraphs clearly defined? Are graphics detailed and engaging? Are graphics relevant and supportive to the writing?

V: Bibliography & Referencing

this is important because if you fuck this up you will fail terribly because of alleged plagiarism. trust me i would know it was the first time i ever failed anything and i got 16% and i cried. dont fuck this up.

Key Objectives In Bibliography & Referencing Are all information sources listed? (An easy way to do this is to just copy-paste all the websites and write every source down as you open and/or use it so nothing gets missed, because going through your history at the end is so unnecessarily difficult and also you wont know which sites you got information out of and which you didn't.) Is the bibliography correctly formatted? If annotations are required, have they been written? (This is another thing I would confirm with the teacher over email upon receiving the task.)

anyways that is my guide for the presentation aspects of assignments!! as always if you have questions or anything, feel free to send asks or dm me :]

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[hyunlixsbbygirl]

♡︎ Our Little Secret

When Chan is left home alone one night, he finds himself reading fanfiction about his members and getting himself into a bit of a predicament. What's worse? One of his members catches him in the act.

──❥ pairing: bangchan x leeknow

──❥ length: 3.3k

──❥ warnings: 18+, idol au, smut, needy member, dirty talk, low key admiration

──❥ note: the characters don't represent real idols; this is a work of fiction intended for entertainment purposes only. this in no way represents nor reflects real life. this work has been cross posted to ao3 under the username thishippiekid.

© hyunlixbbygirl do not copy, translate or repost my works

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"Text me when you're on your way back. I mean it Changbin, if you forget again I will punish you somehow." The younger member pouted slightly but eventually gave in and agreed to text their leader when they were heading back home; the younger members of the group were all going to Got7's dorm for Mark's birthday. Chan had also been invited but since he was still getting over a small cold, he declined the offer playing it safe. "Yah, Jisung. Watch Felix's alcohol intake. The last thing I need is for him to wander off alone again." Jisung nodded and linked arms with his birthday twin before they all scrambled out of the door. Chan sighed heavily, while he was happy to finally have the dorm all to himself; he couldn't help but worry about his boys. "They'll be fine, they're adults. They can manage themselves without me." He attempted to calm himself with his own words but in reality, it just made him more worried. Shaking his head to rid himself of negative thoughts; Chan headed back to his bedroom thinking it might be nice to do an impromptu Channie's Room for Stay. 

Entering his bedroom Chan realized that it was far too messy to actually go live and he really didn't feel like going to the company to go live either; it was cold outside and the last thing he needed was for his cold to get worse right before comeback season. He needed a distraction though; anything would do at this point, he just didn't want to become the over worried leader and start harrassing the members in their group chat while they were having fun. Flopping down onto his bed, he placed his arms behind his head and stared at the ceiling; it wasn't often that he had the whole dorm to himself so he really didn't know what to do. He could play video games without worrying about being too loud when he inevitably lost, or he could work on producing some new music without having to use his headphones, or he could watch a movie while on FaceTime with his sister Hannah. 

Pulling out his phone, Chan decided to look through Twitter and see what Stays were up to; he clicked on the Stray Kids hashtag first and scrolled through all the edits that were recently posted. "Wow, these are really good. I wish I could reply to them all." he said out loud. He ended up saving a few of the edits to show the members later before clicking on his personal hashtag; his heart filling up with joy at all the sweet things Stays were saying about him. "Some day I'll get my own Twitter account and reply to you all my little Stays" clicking out of the app he hovered his thumb over his other apps wondering what to look at next; there was always TikTok but he really didn't find it all that interesting these days. As he pondered getting on Among Us or watching YouTube, he got a text from his sister and one of his best friends in Australia. 

Baby Brat: Yah stupid! Have you ever read fanfiction about your group? Brady Boy: Hannah just found one about you and Minho that you should totally check out!

Chan rolled his eyes, sighing heavily and debating on even texting them back. He knew the fans wrote fanfiction about them; occasionally he would come across a link on Twitter to one and check it out, the fans really had a talent for writing. Some of the stories they came up with were just incredible; like the one he last read where Stray Kids were a pack of wolves, whoever the writer was really knew how to write a great story. Thinking about that story made him curious; he went back onto Twitter and searched up the hashtage Stray Kids fanfic, but to his dismay, there weren't any links for new stories. He wasn't too sure on where else one could find fanfiction either, he always just clicked on the links that Twitter had but never paid attention to the website that was pulled up. 

Wolf Leader: I've read a few lol, found any good ones?  Brady Boy: Not really, just a few that I found on Twitter but I assume you've already read those.  Baby Brat: Just look on AO3 dummy *eye roll*

"AO3?" Chan asks out loud as if his sister could hear him from across the world. He opened up his phone's web browser to google and typed in 'AO3' the first link seeming like the right website but just to be sure he took a screen shot and sent it to his sister to confirm. Once she confirmed that the first link was indeed the website she was talking about; he clicked on it and registered himself. He made sure to use a pretty common user name so he could keep this a secret from fans and hopefully his members. Once he was finished, he clicked on the search button, thinking about what to actually search up; should he try just straight up Stray Kids or should he pick a specific ship? He honestly didn't know what ship he would even want to read about so he chose to just search Stray Kids. Approximately 47,000 stories popped up, each with their unique tags and story descriptions; "There's so many!" his eyes widening as he began to scroll down the first page, reading the brief descriptions of each before choosing one. 

It was titled 'Loving the Devil' and was centered around himself and Lee Know. The tags didn't contain anything concerning (though it did mention smut) so he clicked on the title and began reading. The story was set in the idol universe so it was more realistic than being set in a school setting or something. The beginning of the story was pretty mild and scarily accurate; describing how stressed the members were during comeback season and Chan of course wishing he could help his boys relieve their stress somehow. "Look at me always caring for my boys, even in fake scenarios." he smiled as he continued reading the story. 

About half way through the story, things really began to heat up; Chan got into a fight with Lee Know who ended up pushing him against a wall threatening to hit him. "Okay, Lee Know would never do that... at least not to me." his eyes becoming wide as he read further down the page realizing that instead of hitting him, Lee Know kissed him. A very detailed description of the two of them making out and stripping each other's clothes off made Chan's face heat up; partially from embarassment and partially out of lust. He unknowingly was being turned on reading a completely fake scenario that would never happen in real life about him and one of his members. He hadn't read that far into the smut scene when he had to put his phone down and take a deep breath; his heart was racing and his whole body was heated. 

When he felt himself calm down a little; he went back to reading. He knew it was probably a bad idea to continue reading something so hot and horny, especially when it involved one of his members but he couldn't force himself to click away. He licked his lips as he read about Lee Know pushing him down onto the bed, straddling his thighs and running his finger tips lightly over his abs; mental images coming into his mind as though he were watching a movie of himself and Lee Know. He felt himself growing hard in his shorts as he kept reading and imagining the things that were being described; if he was completely honest with himself, he did occasionally think about what would happen if he and another member did things like this. They were all touch deprived and in need of sexual release so it wasn't abnormal to think about doing it with the members. BamBam had once admitted that he and Yugyeom fooled around a few times and told Chan that he knew of other idol groups sleeping with each other too. 

The more he thought about sleeping with one of his members, the harder he became. His breathing coming out faster and unstable; body heating with lust and desire as he trailed his hand down his stomach to the aching bulge in his shorts. He palmed himself over the thick fabric slowly and teasingly; it wouldn't be bad to just relieve himself while imagining Lee Know going down on him right? He was completely alone after all, no one would ever know that he got himself off to a fanfic of him and Lee Know. Grunting slightly, Chan lifted his hips to slide his shorts and boxers off; discarding them on the floor next to his bed before pulling his blanket over his erection. He may be alone now but he was always cautious when it came to jacking off; always making sure he could abort the mission at the first sign of someone coming home. 

He continued to read the fanfiction as he wrapped his free hand around his cock and began pumping himself nice and slow, building up the pressure and getting fully hard before really giving himself a good stroke. Soft sighs dripped out of his mouth as the mental images danced around in his head; Lee Know on his knees with Chan's cock in his pretty mouth, the younger's tongue swirling around the angrily red tip before he took him fully into his mouth again. Chan was really getting into the story so he didn't hear the little chime of the front door unlocking or the sound of someone calling his name from the living room. The mysterious member padded down the hallway towards the elder's room, barely making a sound as he opened the door, "Hey hyung I..." 

Lee Know paused in the doorway, mouth hanging open and eyes wide in shock at what he just stumbled in on; Chan laying in bed, stroking himself underneath a blanket and in mid moan of his name. Chan threw his phone across the room, jumping at the sudden intrusion; lucky for him his phone landed on Felix's bed safely. "What are you doing here?!" the panic evident in the leader's voice as he tried to hide his erection from the younger despite already being caught. To the elder's surprise, Lee Know walked further into the bedroom; closing the door behind him and locking it "I got bored so I came back early" there was something hidden in the younger's voice that made Chan shiver. "I expected to find you filming Channie's Room, not thinking about me while getting off." Chan blushed deep, the blush spreading wide across his cheeks and up into his ears. 

"I have to admit, hearing you moan my name is pretty hot" Chan nearly whined at the younger's words; was this really happening? There was no way the exact person Chan had been imagining was now walking towards him seductively with the look of lust in his eyes. "So tell me, what inticed you to think about me?" Lee Know crawled up Chan from the bottom of the bed, never taking his eyes off the older's. "I was uh... r-reading." Lee Know smirked as he straddled the leader's thighs, his ass coming in complete contact with Chan's still hard erection. "Oh, a fanfiction I see. I didn't expect you of all the members to read through that stuff. I assumed you'd avoid it." he leaned down so that his breath ghosted against Chan's lips, it sent tingles up and down the older's spine. 

"I g-got curious... and Hannah m-mentioned it so I- I..." Chan's breath hitched and his back arched slightly off the bed, "So you looked for a story about you and I? Tell me, what were we doing in the story Channie?" He had to use every ounce of self control he had not to roll his hips upwards into the younger's ass; he was so painfully hard and needed to feel something to relieve the pressure. "We were... f-fighting and you pressed me against t-the wall. You were g-going to hit me but at the last m-minute you kissed me instead." Lee Know raised his eyebrows in intrigue, his eyes moving from Chan's eyes, down to his lips and back up again. "So the thought of me kissing you made you horny?" Lee Know brought his lips slightly closer to Chan's, letting a chuckle escape his throat when he saw the elder lift his head up in an attempt to feel thier lips against each other. 

"What else did I do to you?" the younger slipped his hands underneath the older's shirt and lightly traced his finger tips over his abs just like his character had in the story. Chan moaned and bucked his hips upwards, sucking in his breath when he finally got a little friction. "Y-you shoved me onto the bed and k-kissed your way down my stomach" the younger forced Chan to sit up so he could slid his shirt off before hungrily kissing him finally. Lee Know letting a moan of his own slip past his lips as he felt how needy his leader was for him; how the other hungrily kissed him back, licking over his bottom lip asking for permission to enter his mouth. The younger parted his lips; allowing the older to explore him, their tongues swirling around each other as their breathing became heavier and small moans and whines escaped them.

Lee Know broke the kiss to bring it down the older's jaw to his neck, biting and sucking the warm skin; Chan tilting his head to the side to give the younger more room. Lee Know was careful not to leave any visible marks but still biting and sucking hard enough to pull moans from the older. "How far did we go?" the younger brought his kisses down to Chan's collarbones as his fingertips rubbed against his nipples; the older shivered under the touch, finding it difficult to form the words he needed to say. "You... uh.. you... s-sucked me off."

The younger's mouth made its way down to Chan's left nipple, sucking the bud into his mouth until it was hard and sensitive before repeating his actions on the right; his hand wandering down to Chan's cock and palming him over the blanket. "So you imagined my mouth around your cock huh? Swirling my tongue around your sensitive tip?" Oh the younger was evil, he was being a tease on purpose and he knew exactly what he was doing. "P-please...Min" Chan begged, he was getting desperate for release. His stomach tight with the over flowing need to cum. 

Lee Know smirked as he kissed his way down Chan's abs until his mouth was hovering over his cock; moving the blanket, Chan felt the warm breath of the younger against him and shivered in need. "You're so needy hyung, look at how red your cock is. Leaking so much for me and I haven't even done anything yet" Chan whines, thrusting his hips up slightly to indicate that he was very needy indeed. Lee Know clicked his tongue before kitty licking the tip, eyes fixed on Chan's face as a wave of pleasure washed over it. "Oh g-god..." Chan moans, his eyes closed and head thrown back against the pillow as he finally gets what he was seeking. 

The younger licks all the way down Chan's shaft on one side and then up the other, smirking when the older squirms from the pleasure; "Do you want to fuck my mouth Channie? You want to watch me take your cock down my throat?" his voice becoming more seductive than before as he batted his eyelashes prettily. "T-that won't hurt you?" Lee Know shakes his head, "It wouldn't be the first time I had something in my mouth, though this is the first time sucking someone off." Chan didn't question this for long as he sat up, the younger slipping off the bed to his knees as Chan sat on the edge. 

Lee Know opened his mouth diligently as Chan slid his cock into his mouth; he was hesitant, he didn't want to hurt the younger especially since he was a singer and needed his throat to be okay. Lee Know sucked Chan deeper into his mouth, hallowing out his cheeks and closing his eyes as he moaned around him; the vibrations adding to the sensation causing Chan to moan louder than he did before. Slowly he built confidence and started thrusting his hips into the younger's mouth. Lee Know gladly sucked Chan all the way into his mouth, the tip of his cock hitting the back of his throat with every thrust. 

"F-fuck.. Min..." Chan was impressed that the younger was capable of something like this; he didn't even gag or choke when the back of his throat was abused over and over again. The younger simply moaned around him; his hands holding Chan's thighs for balance and stability as the older fucked his mouth at a medium pace. "I'm...c-close" Chan warned, the sensation proving to be too much for him last much longer. Lee Know sucked him harder, bobbing his head along with Chan's pace as he brought him closer to his release. 

Chan's stomach tightened and he felt tingles course through his body as his orgasm washed over him; squirming and shaking through his release as the younger swallowed his seed the best he could. Not having cum for months, there was a lot for him to swallow and he somehow managed to get every last drop. When Chan finally collapsed on the bed, Lee Know licked him clean before standing up admiring Chan's blissed out face and pants. "Better than imagining it huh hyung?" 

Chan nodded, not trusting his speaking abilities at the moment. Lee Know chuckled as he wiped his mouth with the collar of his shirt; he moved to sit on Felix's bed across from the older; a smile plastered on his face from helping his leader feel this amazing. "Want me to suck you off?" Chan suddenly asked, turning his head to look at the younger; his eyes still showing a hint of lust and need in them. "I... uh... well." Lee Know looked down at himself, Chan's eyes following noticing the slight discoloration of his jeans. "You came without being touched?" this time it was Lee Know that blushed.

"I couldn't help it, plus I haven't... you know for nearly a year." Chan reached out for Lee Know's hand, pulling him towards him. "You can always come to me when you need release. You helped me so it's only fair that I return the favor." he leaned into the younger, pressing their lips against each other. Both sighing out in pleasure and deepening the kiss before hearing the chime of the front door being unlocked; they pulled away unwillingly, Lee Know grabbing Chan's clothes and tossing them to him as he laid on Felix's bed acting like they were just talking the whole time. 

"Hey you two, have fun while we were gone?" Felix's voice echoed through the hall as his footsteps were heard; the door to the bedroom opening a few seconds later. "We were just talking about comeback season. If you wanna call that fun." Lee Know said in his typical tone of voice. The younger just nodded not noticing that despite being sucked off just moments ago, Chan was already hard again and that Lee Know was squeezing his legs together. "Well I'm going to sleep in Hyunjin's room tonight so I'll see you two in the morning." Felix said happily skipping off to the other's room. 

Lee Know looked at Chan and smirked, "Round two?" 

#stray kids #skz #felix #hyunjin #bangchan #lee know #changbin #han jisung #i.n #seungmin #skz one shot #minchan

[dearweirdme]

I wasn't planning on talking anymore but I wanted to send you something to hopefully counter all of the doubters that were bumming you out. 😊 People react very emotionally right away when something like this happens, and I think they should at least take time to process everything before getting into any discussions. This isn't even our first round of shenanigans this year. I've been a Taekooker for a long time and the outV/outJK hate campaign has been around at least as long so this is not my first or second rodeo. They almost always follow the same pattern. The Taennope situation is the one outlier and while a lot of people were panicking immediately after the Paris video, most eventually came back around because the weirdness of the whole thing is obvious to the point media play started being the only explanation that makes sense. Features that are almost always present are a combo of real pics/videos and edited or fake photos/videos that get debunked, a lot get debunked very quickly. What they try to pass of as "proof" usually hides the identities somehow, no recognizable or only partially visible faces, blurring, facing away from the camera, or obstructed view. There's always coordination between multiple accounts that start posting everything together, they often end up contradicting each other or overplay their hand by embellishing too much and adding something that is very obviously untrue. One of the most interesting things to me about the most recent shenanigans is the similarities in the "proof" to JK's "scandal" in 2019. What we got first was a pictures of CC camera footage that showed JK backhugging a woman. This actually showed visible and identifiable faces. It was definitely him. I engaged a lot more on Twitter at the time and was in a group chat with a few big accounts and that day was a crazy one, because the accounts that started the rumor tagged us personally. I think they thought we'd freak out and spread it, but we all kept it in the chat and didn't make any public posts. Soon enough the rumor was officially denied, and the woman involved posted a letter saying they were just friends and she apologized for upsetting anyone (which she shouldn't have had to do). Maybe it's because I saw that go down in real time from a front row seat that the recent smear campaign doesn't get to me. I find the whole thing questionable in the same way every incident has been. Except this time Jungkook actually addressed it almost immediately and while talking directly to us. I've seen some imply he said "I don't have a girlfriend" (three times apparently "I don't have any girlfriend") as some sort of half-truth skirting around him having a gf when the video was shot but not now, but I don't think he would say that if he thought there was a risk anything was going to come up that would make it look like he tried to lie to his own fans. If that was a risk I think he would have just stayed quiet about it, and he certainly would have been advised to stay quiet by the company. I also think him expressing relief at having said that is very interesting. How long has he wanted to say something like that. I trust Jungkook. I put my trust in him over a group of people spreading these things, whether they are all real/some real/all fake, for one purpose: to hurt him by turning his fans against him. None of this is reason enough for me to doubt everything I've seen in Taekook. Earlier you said "I have a pretty clear idea in my head on how everything fits together", I feel that. I debunk a lot of Taekook for myself, but there's still a lot that is undeniable for me and I have everything lined up with receipts when it comes to them. The foundation of my belief just doesn't shake that easily. Thank you for posting pictures of them recently, because I think it's very easy for some to forget why they were here in the first place when there is so much confusion.

Hi anon!

Thanks for this ask! I very much agree with you on all points.

#taekook #shenanigans #i’m not going to engage much in this today

[dulcewrites]

Paparazzi

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x groupie!reader (modern rockband au)

Summary: Loving Aemond is cherry pie

Warning: unhealthy power dynamics, some manipulation of both parts

A/N: HAPPY V DAY YALL. I wanted to post something sort as a surprise and gift to all the nice people who have supported me. I love all the cool art and edits I see of the Targaryen/Hightower kids being in a band. It suits them so well. So in this Aegon is a drummer, daeron is a guitar player, Aemond is a bass player, and Helaena is our leading lady on vocals. I also like the idea of momager Alicent. This is of course inspired by the incredible song by lady gaga. Sorry if there are typos. I just wanted to get something out for y’all 🫶🏽

Blog masterlist

Leather and jeans

Garage glamorous

Not sure what it means

Aemond was always deeply conscious of his surroundings and life; almost painfully so. Alicent jokes that he came out with the weight of the world on his shoulders. It has only gotten worse as time has gone on.

There was syrupy guilt that sat deep in the pit of his stomach about it. He lives a good life all things considered, a very good life. He had money, his health, and a job that revolved around him art and his family. His head should be clearer than ever. Aemond fears his knack to overthink and over process will never leave. A thought enter his head, often a morbid one, and it stays there till the next rotates in. Or until he is distracted enough to forget.

Alys sends him a simple text when they land in New York.

I can’t do this. I’m sorry

He had stared at the text for a few minutes. Even went as far as turning his phone off and turn it back on, deluding himself into thinking it would magically unsend the message. He had asked her to move in before they left for the American leg of the tour. Admittedly, he had seen the apprehension in her eyes, but that was to be expected. Alys was older, and lived a quiet life. Aemond’s life was anything but quiet. It was as brash as the music his band made, but it never seemed like an obstacle for them.

He never prepared himself for this. And maybe that was the problem…. He always prepared for the worst. So, now he must pick himself up and move on. All that writing about heartbreak should come in handy.

“Marty, please tell me you have that Chateau d'Yquem I like,” a warm timber breaks Aemond out of staring at the deep, rich wood of the bar. A strong whiff of sweet perfume engulfs him as someone sits next to him.

“Marty, please tell me you have that Chateau d'Yquem I like,” a warm timber breaks Aemond out of staring at the deep, rich wood of the bar. A strong whiff of sweet perfume engulfs him as someone sits next to him.

“Marty, please tell me you have that Chateau d'Yquem I like,” a warm timber breaks Aemond out of staring at the deep, rich wood of the bar. A strong whiff of sweet perfume engulfs him as someone sits next to him.

Cartier watch, YSL bag, leather trench coat that would have Daeron, vegan and proud, furrowing his brows. Aemond didn’t realize he was staring till a perfectly arched brow was raised at him. He swallows embarrassed.

“I would have recommended something stronger,” she gestures to the beer in his hand. It comes out more like a soft purr than anything.

Her attention goes back to the bartender. Aemond does not think himself a nosy man, but he can’t help but perk up at the sound of a girly voice. Like an invisible tug is making his ears spring up. He makes out certain words. Dad, NYU, and hopelessly bored.

“I like your ring,” the voice permeates through him again. He blinks surprised, hoping he wasn’t making his snooping obvious.

He looks down at the ring on his finger. Valyrian steel ring with Fire and Blood engraved on it, the name of the group. His siblings have matching ones. All he can give is a appreciative smile, not trusting his voice at the moment.

Aegon’s voice booms through his head. Rich girls are the best to fuck, trust me. The statement received a slap in the back in the head from Helaena.

“I like your shoes,” he says eventually. They are strappy, and look entirely too hard to walk in but he’s always liked the way heels made a pair of legs look. “And your eyes.”

He fights back a grimace after saying it. Flirting is not his thing. Nonetheless, he gets a lovely smile in return; one that makes him forget why he was even upset. The kind of smile where someone’s eyes brighten and glimmer.

The conversation starts light, and eventually dissolves into soft whispers as the drink changes from wine and beer to something stronger. A hand becomes permanently situated on his thigh, soft squeezes pulsing through when his lips brush close to her ear.

Aemond doesn’t remember how they ended up in the elevator. He does remember latching lips latching to his, and pulling her into his room. The deep awareness returned for a moment. Is this too soon? Is this the way to get over someone? But he doesn’t stop; it was nice to be wanted so desperately like that.

He woke up to an empty room. Sheets askew and a note being recollections of the previous night’s actions. Under the note was a black lacy thong.

To remember me by

I'll be your girl backstage at your show

Velvet ropes and guitars

Yeah, 'cause you're my rock star in between the sets

He doesn’t see her again till months later. They are finishing their American leg of the tour in Los Angeles. The tour had went off without a hitch. Their mother tells them to celebrate, but not too hard. Wheels up tomorrow afternoon.

They all break open a bottle of champagne in Helaena’s dressing room, even letting Daeron have some. Eventually, Aemond excuses himself to his dressing room. While changing, he gets a knock on the door. Criston pokes his head through saying there was girl here for him. Aemond’s heart starts to thud. He had sent Alys tickets to multiple stops in hopes she would eventually want to talk this out in person. Instead, a pair of legs covered by thigh high boots walks in. Paired with daisy dukes, and red lace covered by a white linen shirt that looks all too familiar.

He doesn’t know what to say, or what to ask. More so how to ask them. The questions are clear in his head. How did she get in? How did she get back here? She knew? The band never came up that night.

Never fuck fans.

Another one of Aegon’s suggestions. He said it said it as if he knew from experience.

There was a casual nonchalance in the way she came in. Smile coy, and flowers in hand. Panic does him no good, not in a situation like this. So, he smiles and accepts the kiss on the cheek. The flowers are blood red roses and match her stained red lips. She gushes about how well the band played. About how good he looked, and how talented he is.

Harmless, he thinks. She’s sweet and harmless. Sleeping her maybe was not a good decision, but she fawns over him in a way that takes the edge off. Like a hit of a blunt or a shot of top shelf liquor. Sincere in a way he’s not used to. He selfishly sits and soaks it in. He makes half-hazards attempts to stop everything when she kisses him, and when her hand ends up in his pants. He cums feeling with guilty and pleasure mixing in his stomach.

Aegon eventually comes by. A sly smile comes on face when he sees Aemond’s companion. He nudges Aemond whispering to him it’s good he has gotten over Alys… Alys. Alys. Alys.

The name pangs around his head in a volatile way. He invites her to the late dinner the crew goes to. She’s tucked under his arm, and giggles with Helaena over drinks.

The impulses only get worse when he takes her back to the hotel. Things are just as good as that first night. She taste just as sweet, and scratches the same itch left by heartache. Perhaps her being around isn’t so bad. At least, it is what he thought in the moment

Caught up in the heat of it all, he didn’t even notice the white shirt he took off of her was his.

I'm your biggest fan, I'll follow you until you love me

Papa-paparazzi

Baby, there's no other superstar, you know that I'll be

Your papa-paparazzi

Promise I'll be kind

But I won't stop until that boy is mine

You love hard. At least that is what your mother told you. Your love is intense and warm, but who wouldn’t want that? To be loved so deeply and wholly. She tells you to be careful, that not everyone will read your love as the gift it is. Not everyone deserves it, and not everyone is receptive.

Your father didn’t. Your exes of yours didn’t, but that was all ok. Because it was all leading up to meeting Aemond.

Your darling Aemond.

His presences in your life blurs the hard edges, and makes things syrupy in the best way. He love you. You know it.

It’s why you have to steer him in the right direction. Not everyone has the best intentions the way you do. Including his ex.

“I just don’t understand why you have to go,” you mumble watching him pick through suits. His eye flicks to you then back to the suits.

“Her dad and brother died in an accident,” he sighs softly. “I met them before, and she asked me to be there for the funeral.”

All you do is hum before a thought pops into your head. “Maybe I can go too.”

Aemond gives you incredulous look then lets out a bark of laughter.

“Baby, I don’t think that’s a good idea. It’s a funeral, not a party. I can’t just bring a plus one.”

An anxious feeling crawls up your throat. You try to repeat the words in your head. Her family died, her family died. No reason to be jealous or upset, he just wants to be sweet; one of Aemond’s best traits was his kind heart. Underneath that hard exterior is someone soft… and moldable.

Aemond tends to believe the best in everyone. Who’s to say that he won’t get there and she won’t bat her eyelashes to get him to completely fold.

An idea swirls into your head suddenly.

“Yeah, you’re right.” you go behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist and burring your face in his back. Taking in the smell of soft linen and woodsy cologne. You had become so use to his scent. You can’t let it go now.

“How about I send her flowers? Something nice for when she gets back.”

He turns around in your arms, giving you a quizzical look before smiling softly.

“I think she would love that,” he kisses you on the forehead before going back to looking for something. “Have you seen my cuff links?”

You go into the bedroom, flopping down on the bed.

“Maybe check in the bathroom.”

You scroll through your phone looking for a certain contact. Tyland Lannister (P.I) finally comes up.

“Hey, can you send me her address so I can make sure the flowers get to her,” you call back.

The ease in which he calls out our her address makes you pause. An annoyed feeling only compounds when he tells you to send over a bouquet filled with carnations, daffodils, and forget me nots… her favorite flowers. The hesitancy you had swims away instantly.

I think I have a job for you

After you hit send, you lay on your back staring at the mirror on the ceiling.

Your love is intense and warm, and all Aemond’s.

#is she slightly unhinged? yes… should Aemond be with one of his fans he knows worships him? no #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond x fem!reader #aemond fanfiction #prince aemond targaryen #aemond x reader #aemond x you #aemond targaryen angst #aemond targaryen imagine #modern hotd au #modern hotd

[ovaryacted]

hi nic!! any advice on how to start writing on tumblr? i have so many ideas for Leon fics (like, i swear, my head is about to explode) but this place terrifies me sm, i just want to write cheesy stuff about that man and give him a break

Heyyy anon! I know you sent this a couple of days ago but I hope my answers will be able to give you a guide. I also may not be so proficient on this since 1 - I started taking writing seriously in late August of last year and 2 - I'm sort of an inconsistent writer when it comes to fanfics lol. But regardless, I'll give you some tips that helped me along the way. This also may be a tad long so I apologize but I will try to make this cohesive lmao.

1 - For one, write what you want, not because it's popular but because you want to write it. In the beginning, I was always somewhat anxious about how other people would interpret my writing especially when it came to my understanding and experience of kinks, and as a result, I burnt myself out and stopped writing for a while. I also grew detached from the very thing that I enjoyed (Leon), and it made being a part of the community less fun even if it's crazy. Write what you want because you want to, not because it's popular or trendy but because it will make you happy. Don't do shit for clout or popularity either, especially if you're not interested in writing smut, because believe me you will start hating your comfort character and you don't want that to happen. The right people who like your content will find you and stick around, believe me. It's easier said than done to not get discouraged, but it's not impossible. KEEP GOING!

2 - Develop a style or aesthetic. You don't necessarily have to do this part, it's more of a personal preference thing, but I think finding a specific way to organize moodboards, pictures, or fonts will make your work stand out. It took me a while to figure out how I like setting up my posts in the certain way that I do, but it pays off because it feels more like I have ownership over my own work. Plus, it's fun making your posts cute, all the more reason to do it.

3 - Write things in the way you can best describe it. What I mean by this is don't feel discouraged that you don't use big extravagant words and metaphors in your writing. Sometimes, people will use very descriptive language that authors use and it can be hard to consume for people who want to come online and destress, now they have to figure out what words mean. (No hate to authors who do that either, very appreciative of them actually and they're very inspiring). All I'm saying is that you don't need to write like you're writing a thesis from Oxford, write how it comes to your head, and edit it after, no pressure. Writing is supposed to be fun, not stressful, so don't stress yourself out more by using words you don't need. Writing is a skill, which people often forget. So the more you do it, the more it will come naturally to you and you will develop your "writing style" on your own. What you should take away from this, is to just write what's on your mind anyway.

4 - When writing, have a plan. You don't always need an outline, and some people can write full pieces on the fly or just blurbs of small ideas that come to mind, but some brainstorming really helps. Usually, once you actually sit with an idea and plan it out a bit longer, you can find out other things you want to add to the piece you're putting out. It also just makes things more concrete, but then again, everyone has different ways to write. There's nothing wrong with testing out a few ways before doing it in the best way you understand.

5 - Follow creative writing pages for inspiration on prompts or writing tips. There is nothing wrong with seeking out material for inspiration or at least a start, or even following other writers and getting inspired to do your own twist or take on something they wrote (with credits obviously). There are so many pages out there that are meant to give creators a guide on how to strengthen their writing and ideas they can use for themselves. People don't own tropes or ideas, the world is your oyster, don't be scared to choose one thing and get that extra push you need to create what you want.

6 - Last thing I'll say is don't be scared to interact with other people. Tumblr is literally meant for interactions, without that we have nothing. I know this site is scary sometimes, but there are people on here who are in the same position as you right now, wanting to get started but don't know how. Sometimes, you just have to start and worry about all the other "professional" shit afterward. There is no right way to manage a blog, you do what you want to do on your space. Be weird! Be crazy! Be different! As long as you're having fun, that's all that should matter.

7 - And another thing, don't be afraid to use the tags. That's what they're there for, use them. You're not spamming the tags or being annoying, use them to give your posts visibility and keep it pushing.

Also big note: don't worry about other people, block who you need to block, and stay out of the drama. Believe me, it will make your time on here much easier to digest and less scary. The discourse is never worth it, because you don't know these people, and they don't know you. It's the internet, shape your own experience and what you want to do on here.

#ovaryacted asks #writing tips

[hellcheer-heaven]

You’ve Got a Friend in Me

Chrissy can’t help but stare at the Build-A-Bear Workshop whenever she and Eddie pass by it at Starcourt Mall. This gives Eddie a little idea.

Bearded Eddie edit was created by @eddiemunsons-missingnipple Link to post here

Like any giant mega mall in the US, Starcourt had received a new face lift. From paint jobs, trendy stores, and a play area for small children to run around and blow off their steam before inevitably slipping off of a climbing structure; Starcourt Mall was the place to be for families, tweens, and teens. As for the adults with no kids, well a fair amount of the mall still had the spirit of the 80s still in tact. Jazzercise was still around, Spencer’s was still selling their usual novelty items with the back area still receiving an influx of adults only merchandise, and Scoops Ahoy was all the rage with new flavors coming in every couple of months. More kid friendly places were included to appeal to the ever growing population of young children in Hawkins; Build-A-Bear Workshop was certainly no exception. Lines were formed each day the moment that store hit the mall, it was the place to be to make a best friend that you can cherish for the rest of your life. That is if said child didn’t end up leaving it at a park or giving it away because they were “too old” to have stuffed animals anymore. Still that didn’t stop the grown up children to stop and take a peak through the windows to see what it was like inside.

Any time Chrissy and Eddie took a trip to the mall, she often kept her eyes on the establishment whenever they passed by. The giant brown bear sporting its tutu, holding up its sewing needle, and hat thimble appeared so inviting. The little lopsided smile always plastered across its face as if it were saying to come over and play. She felt an unusual sense of joy whenever they walked by, but then urged herself to look away. She hoped that Eddie didn’t notice the way her blue eyes sparkled with child like curiosity, but she forgets that even his cynical eyes could recognize unambiguous love.

Chrissy absentmindedly stirred the ketchup in the little white container, sighing softly through her nostrils.

He looked up at her after taking another sip of his lemonade, clearing his throat, “Something on your mind sweetheart?”

Her hand continued to move the condiment, “Hmm? What’d you say?”

He chuckled, “Well I mean you’ve been stirring the ketchup for a good five minutes now. I figured you should probably eat that fry before it gets soggy.”

Chrissy shrugged and took a bite, resting her chin on her palm, “So, where do you want to go next?”

He could tell her, but maybe it was better if she answered first, “Well maybe we could try a store we haven’t gone to yet?”

Her brow rose as she thought for a moment, “So… you want to check out Hot Topic?”

He was offended, “What?! No way.”

She rolled her eyes with a smirk, “Had a little change of heart big boy?”

“Chrissy I’d rather be dead than go to Hot Topic!”

Her smirk was still there, “Eddie you’re not even goth. Why do you care so much?” She realized her mistake, quickly placing her finger on his lip, “Actually don’t answer that, because the last thing I need is a speech about how it’s not ‘real goth’ or something. Right?”

His defeated expression was enough of an indication that she knew him all too well. She may be sweet, but she could be a little smug especially when she was right about something.

“Okay, let me rephrase my question: Is there a place here that you’ve had your eye on?”

She gulped, he doesn’t know does her? He simply wouldn’t know about her intention of visiting the workshop. Chrissy did that little action where she sucked her lips in and looked away whenever she felt nervous.

She popped them free“I… I don’t know.”

He leaned in, allowing himself to fall into the role of a private detective, “You sure? There isn’t any place in particular? Anything having to do with something… customizable?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she stated bluntly.

Okay forget private detective, might as well just confront the matter. “Chrissy, do you want to go to Build-A-Bear?”

Her eyes widened, although it wasn’t out of excitement, “What? No! That place is for kids! I’m not going in there.”

Eddie titled his head, “Mmm, no I’m pretty sure you do want to go.” He held up his hand, “Hold on, ‘bear’ with me on this.” He was awfully proud of that one, “I’ve seen the way you look at that place when we come to Starcourt. You look so interested and I thought maybe we could check it out.”

Her heart rate started to rise, “Eddie we can’t.”

“Why not?”

She had to think and fast, “Because we just can’t.”

He couldn’t fathom that reasoning, “We can’t or we won’t?”

Her eyes began to dart around, were people watching them? Did they hear them?, “Eddie, please let’s not fight.”

Eddie reached over and held her hands, speaking sweetly to her with a gentle smile across his face, “Baby, we’re not fighting. It’s okay, everything’s alright.”

She looked away, “Can we go please?”

He pecked her knuckles, “Very well.”

Chrissy stood up and held herself, “I’m sorry, I just… I want…”

Eddie cradled her shaking form, a loving kiss to her forehead helped to quell a little bit of her anxiousness, “It’s okay, let’s just go home and relax.”

She looked up at him with sadness behind those sky colored irises, “I’m sorry, I know you wanted to get new jeans and I just ruined the day for you.”

Another kiss to her forehead and then one upon the tip of her nose, “No babe, it’s okay. Not the end of world that I didn’t get my jeans today. There’s always next time. Okay?”

“Okay.”

Eddie felt bad for questioning her like that. To him it was a regular conversation, to Chrissy it felt like an interrogation. She had some difficulty distinguishing whether Eddie was being serious, joking, or just playfully teasing her. All those years of being under Laura’s iron thumb made typical interactions feel like threats to her. She tried her best in her childhood and adolescence to just simply smile and take it. Being with Eddie allowed for her to express whatever she was feeling. It wasn’t always easy, she would experience uncomfortable sensations at the pit of her stomach, an increased heart beat, chills running up her spine, and shortness of breath. Eddie was her biggest supporter and would offer her whatever she needed when she felt distressed. Sometimes the best options involved finding a new place to breath or leaving the area altogether. Chrissy was grateful for his love and assistance, but she often felt guilty for departing. This wasn’t the first time either. Their first Christmas together at the Harrington household caused her to feel out of place and they stayed for about an hour before Chrissy made up an excuse about feeling queasy. When they went to the community pool and she felt self conscious about wearing a bikini for the first time in her life. When they rented a movie that dealt with strong subject matters, he stopped the tape and cuddled with her under a blanket. Chrissy blamed herself for being too sensitive, often calling herself “stupid” or a “big baby.” Well she wasn’t, she was in touch with her emotions and sometimes she needed that bit of extra support from the ones that cared for her.

Another week passed and the two of them made it their plan to drop by the mall to grab his jeans, window shop, and maybe even check out the latest drama film that was all the rage according to top film critics. They were there a bit early, one of the first groups of people to wait in line before the place opened. They recognized a few familiar faces here and there, said their hellos, and resumed practicing patient until it was time to step in.

Eddie leaned in closer and whispered, “Chrissy, I was thinking that we could make a quick stop somewhere before we get my stuff. Is that alright?”

She nodded, “Yeah sure. Where do you want to go?”

He popped his lips, unable to hold back his mischievous grin, “Well I heard that supposedly a new store opened.”

She cocked her head, “Already? That’s weird, I didn’t hear anything about it.”

“Well, it’s kind of new. I heard it’s pretty popular actually.”

She jokingly quipped, “Since when do you care about popularity Eddie?”

He chuckled as he crossed his tatted arms, “Well I figured I could make just one exception. Just for today.”

The floodgates opened and everyone poured into the vicinity, ready to spend their time and money on everything that the mall had to offer. As for Eddie his mind and money were set on something much more special for his one and only. As they drew closer, he whispered to Chrissy to close her eyes. Christmas wasn’t going to be for months and her birthday had already passed, but either way she was a sucker for surprises. How is it that Eddie had eyes behind those long locks of chocolate curls was beyond her, but somehow he managed to remind her to keep them closed. What was his plan?

His gentle voice spooked her, but still she kept her sight in darkness, “Ok, we’re here. Go ahead and open your eyes.”

Her vision was bombarded in a sea of bright colors, fluffy coats, beaded eyes, and little outfits. Small children and their families basked in the wonderful warmth of plush and promises as the little ones eagerly waited for their chance to pick a lifelong friend. Most people would be excited to step in, Chrissy wasn’t feeling very good about being here.

Her worried eyes went to him, “Eddie, why are we here?”

He didn’t have a care in the world, “Surprise Chrissy!”

She held his hand, body turning and ready to march out, “No, no we can’t be here. Please we need to leave-”

He freed himself, his tone shifting from fun to concerned, “Chrissy what’s bothering you?”

She was losing her patience, but she didn’t want to yell, at least not in the store, “Nothing is bothering me.”

He held her shoulders, “Chrissy, please tell me what’s wrong.”

She heavily sighed through her nostrils, standing on her tip toes to whisper in his ear, “Okay, but not in here. Over there at the bench, then I’ll tell you.” Chrissy felt bad again, but maybe it was time to say something, as silly as it may have seemed. Well maybe silly wasn’t the right term, bothersome was more like it. “Eddie, I know this is going to sound crazy, and it probably is.” She looked down at her hands before meeting his eyes, “I really do want a stuffed animal, it’s just… I… I feel… weird about going into a toy store.”

“Why do you say that?”

Chrissy moved a strand of strawberry blond behind her ear, “Well look at me Eddie. Look at us. We’re both unmarried, we don’t have kids, and… well… I’m just scared that someone will try to confront us.”

He cradled her hands, rubbing little circles on her skin, “Why do you think someone would do that?”

Her thoughts continued to plague her, “Well wouldn’t you be weirded out that a couple of adults are going to a toy store together? I mean, all those parents in there looking at us like we’re doing something wrong.”

Her point did hold merit. While Hawkins was one of the few small towns making some progress in terms of living in a “non traditional” way, the judgmental mindset was still just as strong as it’s always been. Perhaps it will take another generation or two until people start to see that those who were deemed “different” were not a threat in any way shape or form. For the time being, Eddie had to keep in mind that his way of looking at life and people differed greatly compared to Chrissy. Her whole life has been nothing but harsh criticism and order. Should anything that strayed just a tad from the “correct” way of life was considered deviant and was meant to be shunned. Learning to enjoy life’s little treasures and oddities would take time. That meant also having to deal with naysayers that chose to use their time to look down on others rather than utilize what little time they have left to let others be and enjoy themselves.

Eddie pecked her cheek, “Well I don’t think we’re doing anything wrong. We’re both law abiding citizens spending time together. There’s no rule stating that we can’t go in… maybe just look around a little.” His ringed hand brought her closer until she laid her head upon his shoulder. “Maybe you’ll see something that you like or maybe you won’t.”

She gulped, “But what if someone comes up to us?”

He twiddled a lock of her hair between his fingers, “Then I’ll tear them to shreds. And you can sew them back up again. Maybe we can get them a little tutu while we’re at it.”

She tried to sound firm but still ended up chuckling, “Eddie be serious.”

He held up his hands in surrender, that bashful grin stretching across his face, “Okay, okay. Sorry that was stupid… and pretty morbid.” Eddie held her hand once more, pecking the back of it, “Hey, we’ll just walk in and check it out. Just for a couple of minutes.”

“Promise?”

He crossed his chest as he gave Scout’s Honor, “I promise.”

When they walked past the doors, an employee welcomed them with a big smile across her slightly acne ridden face. Her tone was warm like a blanket fresh from the dryer, inviting them into the workshop like she usually does with all customers.

“So have you been here before?”

The question was directed to Chrissy and she felt nervous, “W-Well no I haven’t. I- We came here to just look around.”

“Alright and if you’re interested I can show you where the friends are.” She noted, gesturing to the area filled with stuffed animals. Chrissy’s interest was piqued as she gazed over the stuffies looking up at her. The employee continued, “We want to ensure that all of our friends find a home where they’ll be loved and taken care of.”

Eddie simply stood back and watched the way Chrissy’s body language changed from fearful to absorbed. Her fingers gliding along the rows of cute little animals, the artificial fur tickling the pads of her fingertips. They all looked so cuddly and so loving. Chrissy looked back over to Eddie, he still had that compassionate smile on. She didn’t need anyone’s permission to be here. Nor did she need said permission to find that spark of joy in something that many would deem childish. Her eyes spotted something sitting on a display shelf, a cozy brown bear with dark eyes, a soft nose, and big paws. The toy wore a little sweater with a name embroidered into its top.

The worker came up, “If you’re interested in adopting, I can show you how it works. All you need to do is pick out your buddy.”

Maybe she would, maybe she did need a little buddy in her life. It was no contest when she picked out the same brown bear, although it’s body looked like a deflated balloon. The process seemed simple enough for a small child to follow: Pick a friend, have them stuffed, perform a little heart ceremony, grab an article of clothing, pay, and get out. Easy peasy lemon squeezie! Of course it was necessary to remember that small children don’t have the level of self awareness the same way that an adolescent and certainly an adult has. Chrissy’s anxious feelings returned when she was to participate in the ceremony. A part of her wanted to simply ask if she could skip that portion, but another part of her was curious to know what had to be done. She picked out the little red heart, the material felt so soft in her palms. First she needed to warm up the heart between her hands, so that her friend would always feel warm. Then she needed to shake the heart because the bear does have a lot of energy. She then followed through with rubbing it on her nose so her bear knows her, on her back so her friend always has her back, on her knees so it always needs her, on her funny bone so bear can always tell her funny jokes, on her muscles so bear is always strong, on her forehead so he can show her how smart and clever he is, and finally on her heart.

“Rub it on your heart because bear loves you,” the worker noted in a sing song tone and with an endearing smile. “Okay, just one more thing! Make a wish to the heart.”

To an outsider this whole thing must have appeared so silly. A grown woman doing these motions and playing this little game as if her bear would come to life like the toys in Toy Story. Yet everyone in the store was much too busy with bringing their own friends to life; even those that passed the store were focused on other matters. Chrissy brought the soft heart to her lips and whispered something to it. Something so sweet and loving that only the little bear would know it. Finally the little cartoon shaped organ was placed into the stuffed animal and she was ready to go clothes shopping. Nothing really spoke to her in terms of what she believed would have suited the animal best. Eddie figured that she would have picked something similar to what she has at home: Bright, patterned, and perhaps pastel colored. If only the place had a cheerleading uniform, now that would be adorable. Or perhaps a mini faux leather jacket, a rock band shirt, and jeans ripped at the knees. Maybe he should consider sending a letter to the company for possible clothing options. Chrissy picked out a simple white sweater and asked for an embroidered name, however she informed Eddie to not look until it was ready.

He humored her and covered his eyes, “You’re the boss.”

He suddenly felt a fuzzy paw brush his cheek, a silly little voice spoke to him, “Ok Eddie, you can open your eyes.”

Before he could respond or even look at the bear, his eyes went straight to the golden embroidery upon its top. In big bold letters the name “TEDDIE” stared right back at him.

“Surprise!” Chrissy said with such enthusiasm. “I named him after you. He’s my little Eddie teddy. What do you think?”

He couldn’t stop his lip from trembling, “Baby that’s so sweet.”

Once the payment process was complete, they made their way over to the food court, picked out a couple of jeans for Eddie, and made their way over to the movie theater. Most people were eagerly awaiting to see the newest animated film Hercules and so they decided to buy tickets to that instead. They sat in the far back so she could watch the comedy musical while nuzzled up against Eddie and Teddie. Finally it was time for them to head home and she continued to snuggle up with her bear during the drive, ruffling up its fur and nuzzling her nose upon its nose. Pressing a little kiss to its forehead before placing it upon her lap.

She placed her hand on his thigh, “Thank you Eddie, I had a great time today.”

He held her hand and kissed it, “I’m happy to hear sweetheart.”

“I’ll love this bear forever.”

“Oh no, I’m being replaced,” he mentioned as he dramatically placed his hand upon his heart. “Oh my little felt heart!”

Chrissy rolled her eyes, reaching Teddie over to kiss his cheek, “Better?”

“Much better.”

Later that night Eddie found Chrissy fast asleep with Teddie snuggled up in her arms. He just wanted to capture that moment with their polaroid camera, but opted to take his place at her side instead. Her mind was at peace and all she needed was a little buddy in her life. Of course no stuffed animal could ever replace her beloved. Still Teddie may get a little lonely all by himself, especially when they have to go to work.

Perhaps he may need a companion one day.

#hellcheer #eddissy #munningham #chrissy cunningham #eddie munson #chrissy x eddie #eddie x chrissy #hellcheer fic #hellcheer fan fic #hellcheer fanfic #hellcheer fanfiction

[acourtcfmuses]

⭐️ ― convincing portrayal of a canon character

💻 ― excellent writing

📚 ― nice threads to read

📌 ― a staple on the dash

🏆 ― 10/10 blog, would recommend

(these in particular)

🐝  *  ―  𝑺𝑯𝑶𝑼𝑻-𝑶𝑼𝑻𝑺 𝑶𝑭 𝑨𝑾𝑬𝑺𝑶𝑴𝑬𝑵𝑬𝑺𝑺.  (  send in one or more of these symbols for me to pick one blog or multiple i wanna shout out that i think fit well into the category. explanations optional.  )

⭐️ ― convincing portrayal of a canon character

@bccksmarts - Anyone who hasn't witnessed Pom's Hermione is seriously missing out. The amount of time and effort that she puts into Hermione is evident in every single one of her replies and I'm so grateful for the opportunity to write with Pom and her Hermione!

@cruelprincae - Chrissie's Cardan???! Just wow, not only is Cardan spot on, Chrissie is an absolutely stellar writer and every time I get a reply back I just sit and stare at it in awe. Chrissie had put so much thought into the literature of Cardan and every headcanon is just perfection.

@fiercehearts - I absolutely love and adore all of Alex's muses, but I have to gush about Kenzi for a second. I know we haven't done too much with Kenzi and Dyson yet (mostly because I have the pace of a dead snail), but any post Alex make with Kenzi, I can hear her voice every time and Kenzi is just written so amazingly.!

💻 ― excellent writing

@isdeathlystill - TEA! Tea is honestly one of my favourite people and her threads always help push me to be a better writer! She has such an amazing talent for writing and is so creative with some really amazing OC muses as well as writing spot-on canon muses that are so varied and well written.

@dreamingonthedaily - Lulu here own my heart and soul, I should have that known firstly. Lulu is such an amazing writer and put so much thought into her writing it's unreal. Every thread fits in the world it's in perfectly and just makes so much sense. I get so excited for our threads honestly. Lulu normally gets me gushing to her over video call about our threads.

@lcveblossomed - Sage is such a talented writer! Their threads are always so amazing to read and has so many amazing OC's who I forget constantly aren't canon (Like Pepper and Lenny who are just *chef kiss*). I am beyond grateful to get to write with Sage and always look forward to all our threads!

📚 ― nice threads to read

@scarredfeathers - Moth always seems to have the loveliest OC's and Jewel is no exception. I love Jewel so much and will always find myself reading other Jewel posts because she'd the cutest and has such an amazing backstory regardless to the verse and Moth puts so much love and effort into Jewel.

@gentlepuff - While I don't have too much going with Mari and Odette yet, I always love to see Odette popping up on my dash and enjoy reading all the threads when I see them! I honestly can't wait to write more!

📌 ― a staple on the dash

@denydefeat - Nadia is the definition of a staple on the dash. She is a wonderful writer, with so many interesting muses and I'm always excited to see what is going to come up in our threads. Especially when we have so many muse combinations between us both to play with. I wouldn't be without Nadia on my dash!

@dynastymuses - Kate is one of those blogs I just constantly look at with heart eyes. Not only is she an insanely talented writer, but amazing with graphics and edits. You can tell in her writing that she loves and adores her muses because you can feel how much she understand them in how well they're written!

@twistedtangledfate - Bee is a sweetheart and not only is Bee a super talented writer but one of the kindest and most supportive writing partners you can have. I deeply enjoy all our threads and when we speak OOC and I look forward to all that we end up doing in the future. 100% a must follow if you aren't already!

🏆 ― 10/10 blog, would recommend

@3katanas - This woman right here is one of my bestest friends and puts up with my shit often. I love Kira a whole damn lot. She always puts so much time and effort into whatever muse she's writing whether OC or canon and into their backstory and their verses and into ensuring that the theme of the blog matches the muse and it always looks stunning and she's an amazing writer too.

@hellgiven - Charli is just so talented I can't. She had such a knack with taking canon muses from one fandom and moving them to new fandoms and making it fele as is they had always been there. I honestly need to remind myself at times that Caroline and Davina originated in different fandoms because Charli puts so much love and lore into any muse she writes and I adore Charli.

@ofblackskies - Jenna has been putting up with my weirdo self for over 7/8 years now and she is honestly just a fantastic writer and a fantastic friend and I love and adore her so damn much. and never mind 10/10, she is 10000000000/10 must follow. No matter what blog I have, or she has, I will follow her into fandoms I know zilch about just to see her perfection.

#☀️ [ positivity ] #long post tw

[soulsam]

Sam Winchester x multiples of 5 for the ask game!

LIV!! hi!!!! yes thank you i will always take an opportunity to ramble about samuel william winchester my darling my beloved my everything

5. What's the first song that comes to mind when you think about them?

oh my god this is such a tough question because there are multiple ;-; one is definitely bubblegum bitch because of that legendary edit. another is "something super sweet" by rory webley which as YOU already know is my season 8-9 sam anthem of choice. there are also like a whole bunch of coldplay songs that i think of right away...trouble is probably the biggest one, but paradise and hurts like heaven are definitely up there. and those are not even the only coldplay songs on my sam playlist akjfhdjkfhdjk he's so coldplay-coded. to me. and just for you. just because it is you who asked this question. forget to remember, by mudvayne. from the saw II soundtrack.

(i did an AWFUL job answering the original question but idc!!! i love music, sue me :P)

10. Could you be best friends with this character?

yes. my toxic trait is that i honestly do believe i could be besties with sam winchester. when i'm watching the show i often find myself saying stuff that sam then says seconds after me. he and i could be true crime girlies together (leave me alone okay i promise i'm normal about it). we have drift compatible autism i just know it. we could therapize each other i think

15. What's your favorite ship for this character? (Doesn't matter if it's canon or not.)

ok now you're just indulging me :P the answer is and has always been and will always be WINCEST. SAMDEAN. THE BLOWJOB BROTHERS. how can you not love them. they're brothers they're mother and son they're best friends they're coworkers they're affair partners they're married they're divorced they've got puppy crushes on each other and they have the deepest and most profound love in the universe. they're everything and i love them and i'll never get them out of my brain as long as i live. when i get old and develop alzheimer's i will forget my own mother's name before i forget about them, i just know it. i have never been more autistic about anything than i am about them. to say they've altered my brain chemistry would be the understatement of the millennium. they are everything and i owe my gf my ENTIRE LIFE for showing me a post about sex and violence and opening my eyes to the truth of the wincest gospel

20. Which other character is the ideal best friend for this character, the amount of screentime they share doesn't matter?

oh no this is a tough one too...especially because i haven't finished the show yet ;-; but just from what i know so far...i do think i have to pick rowena. i'm biased as fuck because i think they should have let sam learn to do witchcraft but also. they're just really funny together. and i think crowley and dean would both be really pissed.

honorable mention goes to pre-ahbl ava because i love ava and i've also seen hunted like six times for. um. reasons. and they're just so cute when she's helping him investigate ;-; meg 2.0 might also have been kinda funny.

conclusion: give! sam!! a girlbestie!!!! please!!!!!!

25. What was your first impression of this character? How about now?

ok this one is slightly unfair because i went in knowing i was and would be a samgirl. i had technically seen some of the show before i started for real last october (though i only remembered pieces of the pilot and pieces of mystery spot) and because sam is ~the intellectual one~ (and the one with longer hair. lmao) i was almost certain he'd be more my type than dean.

BUT. INTERESTINGLY. i do think i was actually kind of a stealth deangirl at first. either that or i'm just Easily Manipulated cause i totally fell for dean's unreliable narration and let myself get mad at sam for things i don't hold against him at all anymore. that's not to say i've turned my back on dean, i adore him, but sam !!!! sam!!!!! he's my everything and he's never done anything wrong in his LIFE.

also. fun and terrible fact. back when i was still watching the first few seasons i used to cringe at any screenshots of him in seasons like. 11 or later. i hate change and convinced myself he looked terrible for the entire latter third of the series. can you believe that. it's so funny though because now i'm like. ok. best sam look, mid-late s8. but SECOND best? SEASON 12. HOLY SHIT SEASON 12 SAM. JESUS CHRIST. i finally saw american nightmare the other day and they hit me with the back-to-back priest outfit and red sweater and i was about to faint like some kind of victorian maiden. hoooooly shit. something something frog in boiling water or whatever but oh my god. late seasons sam. cannot believe i turned my back on him for so long. shameful!!!!

anyway !!! THANK YOU for sending in this ask aaa im sorry i went so crazy on it shfdkjhkdjfhdk i'll really be making the lightest commentary in my tags and almost zero personal posts and then someone sends me an ask and all of a sudden i become the world's chattiest cathy. yes this is an open invitation for anyone to send me asks at any time btw. give me more reasons to be chatty (if you dare)!!!

#RRRAAAHHHHH I LOVE SAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! #i will go on about him ANYTIME ANYWHERE FOR ANY REASON #sam winchester #spn #ask game #keithposting #;

[zukkaoru]

20 questions for fic writers

tagged by @starrynightarchive and @feralshadowdemon, ty for the tag!! putting most of this under a cut since it's long lol

tagging (with no pressure): @that-was-anticlimactic @backhurtyy @rejectscanon

1. how many works do you have on ao3?

167 linked to my main ao3 account. maybe some others floating around that have been made anonymous or orphaned or something. who knows

2. what's your total ao3 word count?

965,845 - okay wow i did not realize i was that close to 1mil. huh

3. what fandoms do you write for?

well right now the bsd brainrot has taken hold of me and i cannot think of much else. but i do have a handful of zine fics for other fandoms that are in progress / will be posted eventually. i have a very long list of fandoms i have written for in the past; however, i would not recommend reading anything posted before 2021

4. what are your top five fics by kudos?

plum blossom

you clutched my brain and eased my ailing

my calamitous love & insurmountable grief

five times ryan came out (and one time he couldn't)

(just wanna be) somebody i'm proud of

my disclaimer here is that these are absolutely nowhere even close to being by best fics and i kind of resent them being my top five

5. do you respond to comments

i'm trying🫠 i let like 600+ pile up in my inbox over the course of a year and a half (or more) and so i recently went through and just marked everything as read instead of actually responding. BUT (almost) all comments on fics posted since ~august 2023 will get responses. exceptions are if i literally don't know what to say bc i'm bad at talking to people sorry

6. what is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

you don't even want to know the horrors that showed up in my google docs this weekend. but also either if one of us dies or may we stay lost on our way home

7. what is the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

i'll go with this ultraviolet morning light just bc it's probably the greatest payoff since it takes longest to get to the happy ending

8. do you get hate on fics?

not typically but there have been a few mean comments over the years. actually i got one bookmark on a fic that's in a series for a fanweek that says "ignore the others in this series but this one is good" and honest to god it just made me laugh. like.. you do realize i can see that, right?

9. do you write smut? if so, what kind?

i can barely write kiss scenes

10. do you write crossovers? what's the craziest one you've written?

i don't usually BUT when i was in middle school my friend and i created The Megacrossover, which consisted of us putting a bunch of different book characters into a hunger games arena. and we just kept adding more fandoms, and having new characters be transported into the arena. it was a good time. this was also entirely handwritten as all fanfiction should be when you're 10-12 years old

11. have you ever had a fic stolen?

not to my knowledge. definitely found one fic that was like. heavily influenced by mine back in my ouat days though

12. what's the longest you've spent working on a fic? and the shortest?

longest: over a year, at least shortest: a couple hours (not including editing)

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

not technically since the megacrossover but corey and i co-come up with ideas like. at least once a week

14. what's your all-time favorite ship? from all fandoms?

outlaw queen has to be my answer to this forever and always. never forgive never forget 🏹🍎

15. what's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

too many to answer. probably the biggest one is the azula-centric sequel to tuvml that i simply do not have the attention to write bc the hyperfixations have travelled elsewhere :( there are many many others though. i have an endless amount of ideas and not enough time

16. what are your writing strengths?

people often tell me i'm good at characterization and tbh i do pride myself on knowing characters better than 97% of the rest of the fandom. not all of the characters. but most of them.

17. what are your writing weaknesses?

short attention span </3

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

do whatever you want forever. but like.. respectfully

19. first fandom you wrote for?

probably percy jackson when i was like 10. no you cannot find that anywhere online because i, like an idiot, deleted it without saving a backup copy

20. favorite fic you've written?

definitely (i am) the whisper of a memory. i love a lot of my fics, but that is one i am especially proud of because i tried new things with the formatting and i think it worked really really well

#can't remember if i've done this one before or not but if i have it has been a While #tag game #idk what else to say here. i'm tired

[photosensitive-despair]

Hello, I'm hoping to ask for clarification on how users being active affects photosensitives? I did see your link that you gave to crow, I'm just not quite parsing it.

I see you saying it makes their blogs inaccessible? I'm not sure what that means, or if I'm reading it correctly. Is it their queue? Helping to let new users know about tagging etiquette?

I'm also asking to make sure I can explain to others wherever I see the protest discussed. I really appreciate you talking about this

The accessibility we have on tumblr right now is not controlled by staff and is user-dependent. That's tag filtering.

Tag filtering and editing has to be done manually by the user. The tags on posts are extremely important for their reach, as well as what searches they show up in. There's no community label or other way for it to be changed currently.

People, more often than not, do not tag things correctly. They think they do with posts with "tw flashing" in the tags, but that is not the same tag as "flashing". It's impossible to filter every single variance of these tags, and there will always be more or posts with no filtering tags at all. For some, their blog's aesthetic is more important than someone potentially dying. All this means that incorrectly tagged posts that cause eyestrain, seizures, auras, migraines, disorientation, etc, are all still hazards to photosensitive people, especially on the app where tools like xkit and adblockers are not useable.

A lot of people do tag it correctly after being educated and made aware of the dangers. This is where the problem with a blackout comes in.

If someone is offline for a while, there's a chance any outreach post will not be seen. It could be buried in other notes, especially if their blog is popular. They cannot fix the tags on their blog's content (Reblogs included) due to being offsite, and with Tumblr pushing the "For You" dash and that now sometimes picking up reblogs, that is more important than ever because of a post potentially being shown there. Tumblr does have an algoritim. Most people just ignore it. But, blog posts are not in a vaccuum and never have been.

I have been trying to educate others on this for longer than this blog has existed. I've been blocked by others who found it easier to not listen to a disabled person than fix their tags. I've talked to someone who used the blackout making the site less safe for people like me as a point of saying that I should participate because of that. I've been given a response that was essentially "Well this doesn't apply to me but I appreciate that you care" when the person had untagged gifs that gave me an aura on their blog still. We cannot pretend that everyone taking part in a blackout has correctly tagged content, especially when my experiences directly disprove that.

People forget that photosensitives exist, and being told what they are doing is harmful to us puts them on the defensive immediately. It's why the outreach posts here are formatted. Seeing lots of other people making the same mistakes and getting similar education can put people at ease. Even if people choose to block this blog, an effort has been made to do any amount of outreach, and the sheer amount of content here as outreach posts helps to stress how commonly it happens.

Having people just ignore any education on their content not being tagged is a problem. It's a very selfish view of accessibility, and many people think that if they are not directly impacted by a condition then it does not matter for them and they need to do nothing.

- BlackBox

#hope talk #momentary despair

[alostlittleriverlotus]

You can’t expect people to follow all your rules for your own compulsions. You need to be in therapy to work through those things instead of expecting a shared space to be catered to you only.

I usually ignore anons like this, but man, I just gotta say something lol.

1: Don't act like you know me, the situation, my family, or my OCD from ONE rant post. I worded that post carefully to not over share anything.

2: Don't tell me what I should be doing. I'm not in therapy because the system sucks in America and it has only given me more trauma because of the multiple shitty professionals I've encountered. So no, I don't "need to be in therapy."

3: I'm literally not acting like that. Again, you don't know the details of the situation. There is a lot more that has gone on in the last two weeks as well as several years. I patiently communicated for this reason and understanding boundaries. I'm not forcing my brother to do anything except respect that we share a space once more. Never had these problems when we did it at our old house.

4: That post was mostly a rant at my mother for allowing it to go on and ignoring me communicating my boundaries. It's not a rant about my OCD.

5: Really, it's not my problem you interpreted my post in this way. One single OCD rant post is not indicative of my situation or how I act. You don't know how I act and I don't share my OCD often. So don't tell me what I need to do for the sake of my OCD. Okay? Okay :)

6: Do not act as if I know nothing about what I need. I'm self aware of my situation and have been for years, even to a fault due to trauma. I don't need to be given advice in a condescending way as if I know nothing about my disorder and situation.

7: I don't technically have to explain anything to you. I shared some basic stuff and made simple statements here to make a point that: You are not obligated to know anything about this and also you do not know me so do not give me advice and try to act like you know what happened. You're not my friends or my girlfriend or my family. So I don't owe you anything :) please think about this next time instead of assuming you know everything and should butt in. This is a common thing on the internet I have noticed which isn't right. So I hope that you can learn from this /gen

I'm mostly actually replying to you to show a lesson of: You don't know the situation after reading one post so you are not one to give advice when you don't know the people or the details. I made one rant post. I don't speak about my OCD too much aside from joking about it or mentioning it. So maybe don't act like you know me and tell me what I need to do to be better. Aside from ranting about stuff, I don't share a lot of my life so yeah, most of the portrayals I show will be more negative unless I'm giving positivity. It doesn't mean it actually is negative. That's why I'm not on a lot or mostly reblogging stuff.

The situation has been resolved anyway. I was just ranting about how it always gets bad and leads to me lashing out at myself and having violent meltdowns for anything to be fixed, a common staple in this household. The main point was me asking to be listened to and believed when I communicate my needs and boundaries instead of being ignored as it has been all my life. The ocd was just the contributing factor to the situation, not a big part of the rant post.

So I hope other people can learn the lesson to not assume they know everything cause they saw one post ☺️ I see this happen a lot. It isn't my problem you make assumptions about me and my situation based on one post I made.

Edit: I reread my post since I kinda forget what I type most of the time. And I have 0 idea where you got this impression from- my requests were to leave the door open so smells don't get trapped especially with his BO since I have a sensitive nose. Don't touch my stuff which is just...basic common sense, who touches someone else's stuff anyway? If towels need to be moved, ask me to move them. Don't leave icky messes which I left vague cause holy hell the messes I've seen in the bathroom are disgusting. And then move your towels out of the way. Which is just...basic decency??? He left them on the toilet once. I don't wanna have to touch his towels used to dry his body after a shower, ew. And then most of the other stuff I requested which haven't been problems were just deciding our space and to use our own bathmats. This is just...very basic stuff. I have no idea where you get the idea I'm trying to cater to me. I'm not forcing him to shower more so he doesn't smell, I'm not forcing him to neatly fold things. And he doesn't have any real requests cause...he's honestly just chill and in his own world, that's his autism.

I have absolutely no idea where you get this idea from. If someone without ocd asked this stuff, it wouldn't be wild. But because of the stuffing I have endured especially with my oldest brother (one who moved out), I now am extremely sensitive to bathroom related stuff. The brother living with me isn't a real problem. Most dirty issues I had with him he listened on before like cleaning after he shaves.

I genuinely have 0 idea where you got this idea from that I'm forcing someone to bend to my compulsions. Yeah my OCD affects this and makes it more intense especially since my requests were being ignored on the basis of him not understanding the problem, but it's also my autism and intense senses I have. I was extremely respectful through it and just calmly asked my mom to deal with it as my brother and I don't actually speak and I'm awkward as fuck around him now. I'm mostly explaining this cause after seeing my post again, I have no idea what you are on about. I already knew I wasn't in the wrong, but after rereading my own post, I am quite confused where you got this perception from. Did you see OCD and then just ran with it? Only a small fraction of it is actually about my OCD or just mentioning it off handed as part of the reason I had a violent meltdown being a mix between my OCD and autism.

Either way, my point still stands. Don't give me condescending advice about my disorder because of a situation mentioning it when you know nothing about it. Mind your own business. You don't know my family or how common this ignoring of boundaries for me is. Seriously tho, what are you in about??? All my rules? I listed like 4 or 5 things that are pretty common when sharing a space, but just a bit more particular as I don't like people touching my stuff and don't like to touch other people's stuff. Seriously dude, what the fuck is this???

#anon #ocd #inbox #inbox replies

[pikachuondrugs]

Doom Upon the World

A/N: This is a series I’ve already started and posted here. Decided to bring it here as well, maybe it’ll break my writers block? Here to hoping! Eventually all chapters available there will be brought over here once re-edited. Would love to hear any thoughts, ideas, criticisms ya’ll have!

Pairing: Aleksander x Alina

What if Baghra’s motives for separating Aleksander and Alina were far more… sinister?

I’d had plans for the Sun Summoner for hundreds of years. How to control her, to use her against our enemies, and yet… It all seemed to disappear when she finally came into my life. Alina Starkov. My Sun Summoner. My equal. My other half. I'd never truly understood the concept of soulmates until her. I hadn’t realized how much of myself was missing until she had been quiet literally dragged into my life.

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Chapter 1: His Mother

No. She must be wrong. He couldn’t have. I didn't want to believe it. I'd barely known him a few months and yet... there was something there. I was sure of it. Had been certain of it. Something that had felt so real, and so right. For once I hadn’t felt so… so alone. Could it really have all been a lie?

"You're his mother." Baghra's shadows seemed to be pressing closer, the inky blackness close enough to smother me. Fear crept down my spine, and my mind raced.

Aleksander's- her son's - shadows had never frightened me, not really. I’d always found them strangely beautiful, just as hauntingly beautiful as their master. They felt almost familiar, in the same way my light was familiar, the way he was familiar. They felt almost like an extension of him. I had wondered how they would feel on my skin. Would they be cold and malicious? Soft and comforting? Powerful and tender? I wanted to reach out and touch them, almost certain that they wouldn't hurt me. That he wouldn’t hurt me.

I knew most feared them, what child had not been afraid of the dark once upon a time? I knew I should probably fear it now, fear him. But I couldn’t make myself.

Shadows had never been kind to me, Darkness brought no comfort. Since I was a child, since my parents died, I have been alone. My days were usually filled with the orphanage, with Mal, and it was easier to forget my terrors. But at night, in the dark, there was nothing to distract me from the emptiness inside me, the fear. Children with families could hide in their mothers’ embrace when the nightmares and monsters in the dark came. What did I have? Nothing, no one but Mal. My only real friend.

But not even Mal could ease my loneliness forever. As we grew older we drifted slowly apart. We were separated when we joined the first army, me tucked away with the rest of the cartographers and him with the soldiers. Our paths crossed often enough, but never for long. I was alone again.

The dark always brought nightmares with it, shadow-filled dreams of a village- my village, something in my mind whispered -burning. Screaming, the smell of burning flesh, and those oppressive shadows dancing around the edge of my vision. My mother begging, someone, something for her daughter's life. Kneeling in front of a wall of shadow sobbing.

Please, she's just a child! She's innocent! She's done nothing! My father, in a pool of blood, slumped against the wall, unmoving.

Then Mother fell silent, a line of shadows taking her head from her body. I could do nothing but sob as she slumped to the ground, blood soaking the floor of our home. The shadows rushed toward my hiding place outside the window immediately and I ran. It was never fast enough. No matter how many times I hoped I’d outrun the snarling, angry blackness, it caught me each and every time, pushing in from all around me. Suffocating me.

More often than not, I’d wake screaming, sure the darkness would be there to finish the job.

I’d been told by Ana Kuya that my parents had likely perished crossing the Fold. But the dream felt so real that it made me wonder if it could be true.

I snapped back to the present and found Baghra's cold, calculating eyes boring into me.

"My son tried creating his own army with merzost. He didn't think about the people who lived there, what such power would do to them. Turned them into the twisted, evil things that attacked you." I heard Baghra continue, heard myself respond. But it did not feel real. No. She must be wrong. He couldn’t have. I didn't want to believe it. I'd barely known him a few months and yet... there was something there. I was sure of it. Had been certain of it. Something that had felt so real, and so right. For once I hadn’t felt so… so alone. Could it really have all been a lie? Some trick to use me?

I couldn’t help but remember the way he looked at me tonight. That almost longing, hungry look in his eyes. How his kisses felt needy, almost desperate. All that barely restrained power in his grasp, somehow still so gentle when clutching me tight to him, like he couldn’t get enough, would never get enough.

Like he needed me.

Me.

It had sparked a rush of desire, and I couldn't help but marvel at how perfectly I fit in his embrace, how perfectly we fit together. This was where I belonged. He had seemed similarly affected. The way his hands never stayed still as he kissed me, hungrily memorizing and claiming as much as he could. The tenderness in his eyes when he finally forced himself to break away, only to return a moment later to give a final, breathtaking, kiss. I'd never felt this way before. I'd never wanted anyone like this before. Had it really all been a manipulation? Could he really feel nothing for me? Could he really fake this connection between us? Why?

"He's had many names, served many kings, faked countless deaths, waiting for you... waiting to use you. To take your power for his own. You must leave now, before he makes a slave of you with that stag. While you have a choice still. The world will burn if you don’t heed me, foolish girl." I hardly heard her, stuck staring at the handsome face in the portrait in front of me. There was no mistaking it. Those deep dark eyes, beautiful, and powerful. Strong jaw, inky black hair… Aleksander's face stared back at me. It was true then. Partly at least.

He was the Black Heretic. He created the Fold. He was centuries old, had lived more lives than I could even comprehend. Did that mean it was all true? Had he been biding his time, stringing me along until he could use me for his own purposes? Was that all this was? I felt sick, tears pricking my eyes suddenly.

Then the shadows shifted around us and Baghra cursed, glaring at something behind her. I spun around quickly, foolish hope blossoming in my chest. I knew it was him. Certainly, he had some sort of an explanation. Baghra had to be lying. Had to be. It had to be a trick… Didn’t it?

Aleksander stepped out of the shadows of the tunnel, onyx eyes hard and angry, glaring at us. No. Not at us, at Baghra, at his mother. His hands were fisted at his sides, his jaw clenched, his whole body radiating tension and anger. His shadows whipped restlessly around him, a few tendrils finding their way to me, reaching for me. I found myself reaching back for them, wanting nothing more than to step towards their comforting, safe embrace. My light calling out for me to comfort his angry shadows, soothe the rage I could almost feel racing through him.

But Baghra's hand grabbed my wrist in a bruising, almost punishing grip, keeping me in place and I hissed. Who knew the old bat was so strong? Aleksander’s rage rolled off of him in waves, and I could clearly see how others could be so afraid of him, his face was murderous. And I just wanted to comfort him, just wanted him. Stupid. Stupid. He’s a liar. I shouldn’t trust him, shouldn’t want to be anywhere near him…but I do. Fuck.

"That's quite enough, Mother." Aleksander hissed, drawing closer.

#alina x aleksander #ben barnes #ben barnes is hot disease #shadow and bone #alina starkov #aleksander morovoza #aleksander kirigan #darklina #Baghra’s A+ parenting #the darkling #darkling shadow and bone #alina x darkling

[surely-galena]

Hey Galena!

Do you mind sharing how you write your fics? Do you have a process? A starting point?

Also, I know a lot of ppl talk "show not tell" in writing, but how do you know if you're telling instead of showing (& vice versa)? Cause for me, I would look down at what I wrote and have no idea if I'm showing or telling.

I've searched online too. People all talk about "show it not tell it" but there's never any steps to tell you how to differentiate between the two.

Hey Rose!! :D

And ohh, those are fun questions!

1) Fic writing process

All fics start with an idea, and when I get one, I store it in a document of fics (it's a numbered list of ideas with some bullet points if I want to expand further). I don't look at the fic again unless I have nothing to write OR the idea keeps swimming around in my head and I need to get it out in a more concrete form.

I don't put too much effort into outlining a fic. Often I'll make a short list of bullet points with notes, scenes I want to include, and other things I don't want to forget. A lot of the time, stuff comes to me as I write, so I don't worry about the tiny details.

When I think I like an idea enough to see it to completion, I'll open a new document and put down the summary and tags on the very first page. Here's what that looks like for my fic Sorry, we thought this was a meal for four, not one: 

Usually, I don't insert the summary quote until much later. On the same page, I'll also generally have things I want to include in the notes or details I really need to remind myself on. They don't always make the most sense:

Longer, more plot-driven fics tend to have more notes. I think for my Vyn Wonderland fic, I moved my story ramblings to the notes app on my phone (and actually ended up with a brief chapter-by-chapter outline).

I don't always have a finished outline when I start drafting, but when I do start writing I try to speed through the first draft. It's very much "write first, edit later" on my end because I convince myself that I can make it better during the editing process.

Speaking of editing, once I have a first draft I like to let it sit for a bit, whether that be for a couple of hours or overnight. Then when I return to the draft, I should have a better perspective on what needs to be fixed. I go through at least four rounds of editing, sometimes more, and the last round is always with the work pasted in the AO3 editor (because the change in font once again gives me that new perspective to get typos/errors I missed in the previous rounds). I also make sure to click 'preview' and then return to the draft because that allows me to fix spaces after italics, line breaks, etc.

Once I'm satisfied with the one-shot/chapter (or just tired of reading the same thing 5-6 times in a row XD), I click the post button!

2) Show don't tell

My interpretation of show don't tell is a lot to do with emotion. Mostly something like "if you can define the emotion then try not to state it". Character A isn't happy at some good news (telling), they're grabbing their friend and spinning them around in a circle (showing). Character B isn't angry (telling), a fire is burning in the pit of their stomach and/or their throat is tight and/or their fists are clenched (showing).

It's not a hard rule, of course, because I tell sometimes, too!

I think another way show don't tell is used has to do with internal voice. Like how telling would something like "he thought so-and-so" and showing would be putting the thoughts directly in italics or indirectly in normal text.

Telling: He wondered what the secret ingredient was.

Showing directly: He swallowed the bite of lasagna. Huh, I wonder what the secret ingredient is.

Showing indirectly: He swallowed the bite of lasagna. What could the secret ingredient be?

I've used all three in various situations, so you don't always have to show each and every thing. Find what works for you and go with it :D

I don't know if that makes sense at all, but hopefully that helped!!

If you get stuck, you can always refer to writing styles you like and see what the author does with their prose, dialogue, whatever you're studying -- and then see if you can execute it in your own writing!

Thanks for stopping by, Rose!! Hope I didn't ramble on for too long ^_^

#asks #roshie-writes #okay_galena

[theheartbrokenones]

Okay I am debating on deleting my HP Yandere Snirius story right now and only posting it on Tumblr. I like HP fandom don’t get me wrong and I can handle a few rude comments because Of all the positive reviews that made my Day but this one person kind of brought down my love for my story. I get the way I write is different I usually am typing on my cellphone as I don’t get a chance or often to sit down and work on my laptop. So it might be bulky and long paragraphs. I even stated I would go back and edit all the things Later when I have a chance. Another compared my story to another authors and made me feel like Shit because that person story is better. I always compare myself to others I. Real life and now I am just looking at all my stories and wondering if all them the people who read them are struggling because my writing style is bad or if they are comparing it to others as well. I get that not all fandoms are the same but I do mainly write for Naruto, JJK, Boruto this was my firing story for the HP fandom and it was doing good so I wrote a few more and now… Now I just want to delete them and forget them because The love I feel for them diminish because now I keep thinking it’s not good enough. It’s not like the other stories. I might just move them to Tumblr but the fear of seeing another comment like that is strong idk but I would like to say I only write for fun for others to read and enjoy. To talk with others and see how they are interpreting and take their ideal and suggestion in if I can work it into my stories, it’s a escape for me, a way for me to cope with everything.

The fact is I already started to edit and redo some of my stories to mimic someone else style because I was worried that my readers were struggling to read it. That’s maybe I am just someone small who takes things to heart but it still be said if you are going to leave hurtful things or compare two authors who never met or interacted thing maybe you can hit that button on your screen to back out of said person story. We WRITE for fun or joy or the fans we shouldn’t be compared to each other even if you word it as a few technical complaints.

Technical complaints are: Hey I notice a few typos, or hey you might not have seen but you have some run on sentences. Things like that

But you don’t compare people even if you are using them as an example. It’s like telling an orange hey I know you are an orange but you should be more like apple apple is so much better and sweeter. Just don’t, I am sorry my stories aren’t good for you but still you can ruin someone love for their stories and for the fandom as a whole.

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