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strititty · 1 year

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per my last reblog i decided to ramble in about nerds aint got shit, my most popular fic.

well, ostensibly i’m rambling about that but honestly i have 3 am motormouth and i took an edible so im just in that sort of mood, you know. all philosophical like. more under the cut

i wrote that fic in 2015 for drone season, when i was living in - and i cannot stress this enough - the MIDDLE OF FUCKING NOWHERE, though not as much as i would be the year afterward. my internet was shitty cornfield hotspot net and it was the summer after my first year of college so i had a helluva lot on my mind already.

the original document was just a little notepad file with word wrap turned on cuz that’s how i used to write all my shit, and i’d send people wips via pastebin. can you even imagine? PASTEBIN? i use google docs now but sometimes i wonder if i should go back to notepad lmao. smaller size, less evil google involved. when i was a kid i used word, though i can’t remember when that stopped being a thing. might have been during high school.

since i wrote nerds aint got shit so shortly after i had graduated high school i had a very clear picture of my OWN high school in my head, which probably lends itself to some weird stylistic quirks. my high school was very very small. i shan’t name it, of course, lmao, what am i some sort of fool? but it was tiny as hell and that tends to infect any sort of high school adjacent au i write. rereading it i can so clearly picture MY high school that it’s frankly a little funny.

fortunately my high school only had one creepy teacher and it wasnt the PE teacher + we got his ass fired, but fiction makes for a much more fun place to explore these sorts of ideas for me. idk why i have such a thing about age differences & teacher/student fics but i SURE DO.

i can still remember the summer days writing this fic, kind of, in a hazy way. i remember my phone being the only way i could connect with my friends and loved ones, and the sun beating down, and the way things were far too hot in my little room. my cat had gotten out and gotten pregnant by a farm cat, so i had to cough up money to get her fixed - she should have been already but the people i lived with were less concerned about that sort of thing and i’d been at college so i hadn’t been able to make my case. the kittens were cute but tiny and stunted b/c my cat was very young and small & only two of them survived. i think the third one was stillborn and that my cat ate that one, but since i wasn’t there when they were born i didn’t get a lot of the details.

i still think about this fic sometimes for the memories it draws up and the plans i have to revamp and add on to it--my initial idea was a sort of 7 day format where dave goes back to bro every day of the week, but that was a plot for when i was a more prolific writer with a clearer grasp of smut. now im lucky if i can get a coherent smutty fic down in a few weeks god save me lmao. i don’t know if it’s because i’m older or just a little more burned out.

it was a fun idea though and i do semi frequently consider revisiting it, especially when i get the energy and inspiration to write strider stuff. right now that energy is being conserved for certain other works but hey you never know.

i feel like there’s also a hundred points i could make about how my most popular fic is also my oldest homestuck fic, like. yeah, okay, homestuck was more popular back then, so it makes sense that it would have more kudos and what not. hs fanfic is a much quieter affair now, between the fandom controversy, the natural drop that happens after something ends, and how half of all fandom seems to be girlbossing too close to the hayes code. brodave used to get you 200 kudos and now you get like 20!

and you know i don’t like. hate that. i do post for engagement but i never really expected to be POPULAR you know what i mean? more like sharing this thing i wrote about something i’m interested in-- “i wrote this for me but you can read it too, please enjoy!” energies. but i think that it’s so interesting that something that is now approaching its eighth birthday (What The Fuck) had its biggest surge of participants ages ago. i wonder what they’re doing now and actually whatever theyre doing i hope theyre having fun with it but i don’t need to know because i’ve been burned before okay. ppl turning into fancops or whatever. shitty as hell.

the hour grows late so i shall return to the actual topic at hand:

nerds aint got shit’s ill-begotten romance. that shit was gonna be so toxic. i was definitely gonna write dave growing to sympathize with bro, kind of, with his crush fueled by terror kicked into overdrive. bro’s kind of a sad and pathetic weirdo even though to dave (and this is real, not imagined, dave’s not making it up) he is a significant threat. and dave was going to start to pick up those sad jerk vibes in addition to the horny vibes and start to, in an almost lalondian fashion, romanticize the shit out of it.

in a manner of speaking, anyway. im not sure if that was my full plan or what but there’s also just the gremlin brain breathing heavily going “god this is my favorite dynamic” which back then was fairly true. i had also written almost 20k of original teacher/student fiction so romanticizing that was not a new concept to me. i think there’s a part of me that does want to be in that place, you know, but from a safe distance where it’s also just fun and games.

that’s why fics are fun! that’s why trashy romance is fun :) insert something about ace kink here. i do not want to actually touch it but mentally touching it is ok.

nowadays i don’t write so much teacher/student fic tho im still hells of deep in my love of age differences. more often than not i find myself kind of drawn to a cougar/kid in their late teens dynamic nowadays for original fiction, tho i also love ancient vampire/regular human and just minor age and experience differences.

(jotting down ‘rose lalonde as a cougar’ for a future fic idea thanks)

i think ive grown away from this fic mostly, but it feels like a wild time capsule to me, and maybe one day i will unearth it to add more. maybe in 2025 for the a ten year anniversary.

#lime rambles #drug use mention #animal death #christ almight 3 am motormouth makes me morbid

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partly-cloudyskies · 2 years

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i love the view from mars so much it’s literally my favourite fic. i love it so much i downloaded it onto my phone. muah. chefs kiss

The number of fics I’ve downloaded to my phone to recall without an internet connection can be counted on one hand so know that I know and appreciate how high a compliment that is, thanks!

I had wanted to make a sequel to No Dancing for a while but I had a very drastic life change between that and View From Mars and sometimes I wonder if it’s permanently changed the way that I write. Mars def has a different tone from Dancing that I regret a little. Like I really wish I could capture Anne’s voice the way I had in Dancing. But hey, nothing’s ever the same twice. I think Mars as it is now is probably the best version of that kind of story I could write at the time.

And it’s got a lot of things that I really like. At this point I think I have so many stories where people look at stars and talk about their feelings that I’m nearing self-parody, but Mars has a good one of those so I’m not gonna grouse about it. And I’m still gonna write stories where people look at stars and talk about their feelings. Like, I’mma still write it. Though I’m mostly fond of the snail ride in chapter 2, I think that was probably the strongest mental image I had before writing the story.

I think my main impetus for Mars was that I really wanted to see more of Marcy being in farm country. Like, obviously the show has its story to tell and in a strict format so we weren’t going to get much of that, but that just means there’s opportunities to fill in the gaps. Having moments where Anne has to slow Marcy down and just chill, and then Marcy turning around and doing the same. I kind of feel like writing these days really emphasize getting to the point and, I dunno. I think there’s value in letting characters meander for a bit. Do silly things that aren’t immediately relevant and gives them a chance to interact with each other, see what kind of words come out of those interactions, instead of reacting to the plot. Take things at a snail’s pace ho ho ho.

So yeah, I’m pretty happy with it. I’m of two minds of continuing that series because I was writing in the gaps of episodes and I dunno, I don’t feel as much of a desire to write in those gaps now. If I did, it would be post-ending and would by definition have to expand beyond Anne and Marcy’s relationship because the way things ended... dang, Anne’s got a lot on her plate. She’s got a lot to deal with.

But if I never get around to that, well, it’s a fun story for as long as it lasted, and it’s a complete work! I don’t get to say that very often.

But yes! Thank you for enjoying it and for saying so! I really appreciate that people do that and it gives me a chance to say too much about fanfics.

I am in the middle of writing an Amphibia AU. Genuinely don’t know how it’s going to go over cuz it’s a bit different, but I like the idea too much to let it wallow. Will prrrrrobably start posting it some time next month.

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adi06lena · 2 years

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Y/n: The food's too hot, I can't eat it.

Natasha: You're too hot and I still eat you.

Wanda: It's family moments like these that i will never forget.

Yelena: With a good therapist, hopefully I will.

*Yelena proceeds to take a shot*

(Not my gif)

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avintagekiss24 · 3 years

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—belated; bucky barnes

pairing: mob!bucky barnes x black!reader

word count: 4738

warnings: 18+ ONLY, smut, sex, rough sex, anal sex, biting kink, choking kink, spanking, pain kink, vaginal fingering, mean bucky (my fave), ring kink cuz i love it when boys wear rings

squares filled: @buckybarnesbingo Y3: Birthdays ; @badthingshappenbingo Biting ; @star-spangled-bingo N1: Taking Charge

request: bucky barnes + "pay attention to me or i'll make you" + anal + choking + spanking + biting + pain

author note: it's been foreverrrrr! i'm so sorry! i had to work myself through a little slump! hopefully this makes up for the almost two months we've gone without a fic! this is story #2 for my 5k celebration, all fics will be tagged #5k...holy god. this was formatted in the beta text post editor on desktop, if anything looks weird, that's why :)

gif by @pedropcl ; line divider by @firefly-graphics

James Buchanan Barnes is possessive.

One of those massive hands around the back of your neck as you walk casually through the streets. Fingers wrapped around your wrist, or shoulder, or hip in a tight grip. He pulls you in close— right into his side as shopping bags hang from the tips of his metal fingers.

Bucky Barnes wants every man on the streets of Greece to know that you are his.

Not that you mind; quite the contrary. You just smile and giggle when he throws his heavy arm around your shoulders and hooks the crease of his arm right underneath your chin. Slip your hand into the back pocket of his loose dark jeans (giving that little tush of his a squeeze). Slink your arm around his little waist and breathe in his scent— heavy and woodsy— as the two of you stroll.

After all, he’s just as much yours as you are his.

All of his friends, Sam, Steve, Clint, all see the change in him. The little soft spot for you that blinds him entirely— turns him in a mushy puddle of emotions and puppies and rainbows. Very different from the Bucky they grew up with, but a Bucky that the three of them have come to enjoy. It’s a change of pace from the enforcer they know.

The two of you don’t talk about his work— in fact, it’s the reason why you’re in Greece to begin with. A late birthday present to make up for the fact that his “work” just happened to be the waiter at the restaurant he chose to take you to for your thirty second birthday. Come on babe, he chuckled as you scowled back at him over the rim of your wine glass, watching as he stained his white napkin red with his bloody knuckles, you know what they say, kill two birds with one stone… not funny?

Two weeks, two nonrefundable, open ended tickets, and five grand in bikinis, shorts, and shoes later, you’re getting some much needed Greek sun on your deep brown skin.

He’s even letting you call the shots for a change. Letting you wake him up at the ass crack of dawn to have breakfast— a spread of breads, cheeses and fruits on the balcony of your room as the sun rises. He doesn’t say a word as you drag him through the city, stopping at each little boutique and shoe store. Sits patiently as you try on every dress, every skirt, and every silk top in the entire country it seems.

Bucky even bit his lip as you gazed at engagement rings— hinting that princess cut is your favorite as you held your hand up into the natural sunlight as one adored your finger. Smiling over at him and wiggling your eyebrows all the while as he narrowed his eyes and plastered a fake smile on his face.

Today has been like all the others, a lazy day spent on the beach, a quick nap underneath an umbrella, a concoction of too much sun and too many margaritas going straight to your head. Now, you’re kinda sleepy and kinda drunk, but most importantly hungry— and Mykonos sounds like a great place for dinner. Despite Bucky’s objections (you’re too tired and too drunk to handle a ferry), you’re dressed in a cute little flowery sundress, him in an out-of-character white tank top, open pale blue and green striped button down and khaki chinos— you forbade him from bringing anything black— and you’re flip flops are slapping against the cobblestone street towards the ferry.

“Drop your attitude,” You say, glancing over your shoulder as he pays for your tickets, “You owe me.”

“Yeah, yeah, that excuse is wearing thin, girl.” You stumble a little with the motion of the ferry as you step onto it, having to grab onto the railing to steady yourself before Bucky grabs hold of your wrist, “Water only for the rest of the night.”

His voice is low and borderline threatening as he presses his lips right against your ear, and you know not to press him any further. You like to stick your toes right up against his line and that’s what irritates him most about you (always what he loves most), but you and he both know you’d never dare cross it.

Bucky pulls you behind him, hand around your wrist, that possessive trait rearing its head as male eyes fall on you as the two of you pass by. He finds an empty spot, away from the crowd, and plops down on the bench as you step up on the lower rung of the railing and stare out over the sea.

Within twenty or thirty minutes, the ferry pulls away from the dock and you can’t wipe the smile from your face. The sun sets off in the distance, the bright lights of the city turning into little pinpoints. Small droplets of the cool, salty water splashes up in your face as the wind and the ferry whips it up. You keep glancing down at the phone in your hand as you broadcast your current view to your instagram, laughing softly as hearts and emojis explode on your screen.

You lean forward, tilting your phone and smiling wide, waving into the camera before you shout out how much you love it here. The words are barely out of your mouth before an arm wraps around your middle, a wide, hard chest pressed into your back, “That’s enough,” he reaches with his metal arm, grabbing your phone, ending your live feed, “You’re too drunk to be hanging off the side like that.”

“I am not,” you struggle against him lightly as he sets you on your feet, “What is your problem?”

“I’m annoyed.”

“Well, duh. Why?”

He slips your phone into his pocket and crosses his arms over his chest, sharp blue eyes piercing into yours, “Pay attention to me,” he says low, eyes dropping down your body real slow as he drags his bottom lip between his teeth, “Or I’ll make you.”

So that’s what it’s about. Bucky Barnes feels neglected between all the shopping and beach days and margaritas. Jealousy is cute on him.

The words though, they strike you right to your core— feel them down to your bones. A hard swallow pushes through your throat as your lips part, big brown eyes softening as your breath starts to rush a little harder. You hate to admit— not really— you love this Bucky. This is work Bucky, a man you rarely get to see. Slightly scary, anger brimming just below the surface. Jaw tight, eyes hard, head tilted just a bit. He’s menacing, and it makes your lips twitch into a small smile.

Shrugging defiantly, you cross your arms over your chest, “You didn’t pay much attention to me on my birthday.”

“Not true.”

“Not true?” you nearly shout, eyes going wide, “I ate alone while you beat the hell outta our waiter behind the building! I had to wait two hours for my slice of cake!”

“How is that my fault?”

You scoff, “Oh, I dunno, maybe because our waiter was spitting out his teeth in the alley out back— all thanks to you.”

“I have to work. You know that.”

“Not,” you hiss, “On my fucking birthday.”

He knows he’s wrong for that shit, so he stands there, huffing quick before he cocks his head again and just blinks back at you— unamused. He won’t apologize, it’s just not in his nature, but his usual attempts to make you happy after he’s fucked up aren’t working; so he’s at a loss.

And you’re enjoying that. A little too much if you ask him.

But alas, it’s not fun to fight on vacation, and you have taken far too many liberties when it comes to his tolerance for attitude. It’s been fun— and you’re just drunk enough to push him one last time.

You move slow, walking right up to him, so close that each inhale pushes your tits into his body. The smirk quirked up on your lips grows as you peer up at him, eyes bouncing between his as you place your hands on his forearms still crossed over his chest.

Bucky lifts his eyebrow as you push up on your tiptoes and push your chin forward to bring your lips close to his, “And just how are you gonna make me pay attention to you, James?”

He inhales deep, pushes it out real slow as he tilts his head even further. A smile spreads on his face and you just know that this is the last thing his work sees before he rearranges the bones of their face. This is exactly why his clients pay him as well as they do.

Thick fingers are wrapped around your wrist again, nails digging into your skin as he starts to pull you behind him. He weaves you through bodies, you nearly having to jog to keep up with his strides. Laughter bubbles up in your chest, a little shriek escaping as he pulls you down some stairs to the lower level of the ferry. Once your feet hit the last step, Bucky whips you around his body, sending you spinning and laughing until you bounce into an old, rusty metal barrel.

The smell of salt fills your nose and lungs as you inhale, covering your face with your hands. Your skin is hot, lips slightly numb as you dissolve into laughter again. He’s right, you’re a little too drunk for this.

“I don’t think we’re supposed to be down here.” You mumble, brushing your wild hair out of your face.

“I could give a fuck,” he answers, stepping up to you, grabbing your face in his hands, “You’ve been testing me the entire time we’ve been here all over some stupid shit.”

Another giggle pushes through your lips as you bat your eyes, “I wouldn’t dare, Mr. Barnes.”

Bucky sucks his teeth as he drops his metal hand around your throat and squeezes gently, the rings on his fingers cool against your skin, “I was stupid, okay? But don’t put on that little innocent act, girl. You’re trying me, and I’ve had enough.”

A smile cracks onto your face, teeth sinking into your bottom lip. You wrap both hands around his one wrist and slip them up his arm, feeling the soft metal as you continue to goad him, “You got some proof, big man?”

The tip of his black and gold thumb prods at your lip, pushes just inside. You wrap your tongue around it and suck gently, keeping your eyes on his all the while.

Bucky laughs, deep and earnestly, “Proof, she says. She needs proof.” He glances around before he spins you quick, facing you away from him as he lifts your dress to reveal your pink satin thong.

You squeal loud, pushing and slapping at his hand as he grabs a handful of your ass, “Bucky! There’s people!” you laugh, “Oh my god!”

“Keep your voice down,” he warns, wrapping his metal fingers around your throat again, “Understand?”

A jolt of electricity flashes through you as you wiggle in his grasp. He tightens his grip around your neck as you wrap your fingers around the edge of the barrel, swallowing hard.

“That requires an answer, honey.”

The chill in his voice, added with the slow circles and soft tickles of fingertips against the back of your naked thigh sends a pang through your belly, “I understand.”

He chuckles soft and with a quick peck on the cheek whispers, “Good girl.”

Bucky curls his left arm around your chest, hooking your chin in the crease of his arm as he grips your right shoulder. You grab on to it with both hands, out of instinct, eyes wide and skirting around for any signs of other human presence down here. Bucky turns, moving you with him to eye the steps quickly again before that flesh hand sweeps around to the front.

The soft material of your dress falls over his hand as he rubs your stomach— his rings catching and snagging your skin. That hand pushes downward, over your thighs, gripping and kneading the soft flesh before he grabs the hem of your dress and pulls it upward, exposing those expensive panties again.

“Bucky,” you hum, his name trembling on your lips with the vibrations of your excitement, “Baby.”

He rucks your dress right up— right up around your waist and pulls the slack behind you, pressing his body into yours to keep it in place. The dark stubble adorning his cheeks and chin cuts into the side of your face as he nuzzles in, humming to himself soft before he kisses the corner of your mouth.

Those fingertips start to trace the hem of your thong— slowly. Back and forth, back and forth. From hip to hip. Your eyes flutter. Fingers grip the soft black metal of his arm a little harder. Legs go to jelly as another hard swallow passes through your throat.

“Ain’t got all that mouth now, do you?” He whispers, fingers slipping just inside the silk of your panties to tease the delicate skin underneath.

When he slips his hand in— all the way in— cupping hot skin, fingers dancing between folds and teasing a wet slit, an influx of air fills your lungs. A gasp, small and clipped sounds in the back of your throat as his fingers start a rhythm. You melt into him, head resting on his shoulder as your hips push forward to meet greedy fingers.

A naughty finger pushes in quick, and then a second— all the way to the black and silver rings dressed on them. His arm tightens around your neck as he presses his lips right against your ear, “You need to apologize.”

He fucks his fingers into you, withdrawing slow, and then pushing back in— each time the edges of his rings stopping him from going deeper. You can’t help but purr as you continue to grip his arm with both of your hands.

“I don’t think—“

“All I want to hear,” his words clip yours, each one slow and drawn and deep, “Is I’m sorry for testing your patience. I won’t do it again.” He curls his fingers, the pads stroking that sweet little spongey spot, making you clamp your legs closed around his hand, “Let me hear you.”

You can’t. You won’t. Too stubborn and too drunk to give in to him, wanting to win just this once.

If there’s one thing James Buchanan Barnes does not like, it’s hesitation. It’s dangerous, he always says. You think too long, you get hurt. Predators don’t hesitate.

Well, you like being his prey.

Only a few seconds pass before Bucky tuts in your ear, seemingly disappointed in your obstinate behavior, but you both know it’s just the opposite. His cock pressing into your ass tells you so.

The fingers disappear. The arm choking you just right pulls away and your dress falls back around the middle of your thighs. You huff, wiping quick at your forehead and pushing your wild, curly hair out of your face again.

Your hands find your hips in irritation but he slaps them away quick as he sucks his teeth, “You must really want this spanking, girl. Keep it up.”

That you do— keep it up. Huffing again. Crossing your arms over your chest like a petulant child. Brown eyes cut back at him over your shoulder to find sharp blues already on you. A smirk on his face.

Metal fingers curl around the back of your neck, pushing you forward gently until your thighs press against the old metal barrel again.

“Lean forward, kitten.”

Voice as smooth as silk while you do so, gripping the rusted edges for balance. Your dress is yanked up again— rough this time— and twisted around his Vibranium hand. Then there’s warm, the warmth of skin against yours. Gentle brushes of fingers and a palm rubbing slow circles, then pinching and grabbing soft— prepping your skin for what’s to come.

He pauses for just a second, no doubt to scan your surroundings and then pulls his hand away. You lung forward with the slap he levels to your behind within a fraction of a second— the sound sharp and heavy.

There’s another, and then a third in quick succession before he’s massaging your skin again. Real soft and sweet. Tears burn at the back of your eyes at the sting that radiates through, all the way to your bones but the molten heat deep in your belly spreads like a fire. Each breath is hard and shaky, heart thumping against your chest but it’s so good.

Bucky switches to the other cheek, skilled fingers sweeping over your canvas of skin before he cracks you— one, two, three.

You squeal with each one. The thud of those heavy rings around his fingers send a quick, new shockwave every time, building on the one before it. The tips of your fingers go red from holding on to the rusty old barrel as tight as you are, but your brain? She’s fuzzy and warm, and drifting up into the clouds with each swift slap.

Bucky is a methodical man. Three for the right cheek, three for the left, three right in the middle. His hand sneaks around your hip, giving it a squeeze before it comes back around and drops to the inside of your thigh. Grabs the meat of it— digs his fingernails in just to hear you yelp. Cups your cunt in his palm, feeling the heat and the wet— makes him groan all low and dirty.

He bunches your hair in his hand, tugs you up by it. Spins you around to face him before hoisting you up and settling you on top of the barrel.

“You want me to fuck you so bad, don’t you?” He growls, ripping at the button and zipper of his jeans.

You just hum in response, wrapping your legs around his waist and throwing your arms over his shoulders.

Bucky grabs your chin, forcing it up before he squeezes your cheeks, “Huh? Answer me.”

Damp eyelashes flutter as hot air escapes from parted, hot lips. He leans in real close, cock pushing right at your slit and kisses you hard as he slips his arm around your waist. He breaks away quick, sloppy and loud before pecking your lips once, twice, three times again.

“You want me to fuck you, girl?”

The weight of his words are felt right down to your core, a shiver passing between the two of you. You let your heavy head fall back and your eyes close as Bucky nuzzles into the side of your face, his pretty white teeth skipping along your neck, nipping and nibbling.

“I want you to fuck me,” you whisper after mere seconds, finally submitting in this cat and mouse game, “Bucky, please.”

That’s all he needs— all he wants. For you to submit, after letting you have the reins for one day too long. He sinks into you slow, spreading you open with each inch, biting down into the side of your neck as he bottoms out. His teeth dig in a little deeper, a little harder as he starts to move, rocking back and forth almost succinct with the waves of the water.

You’re moving with him too, meeting each of his thrusts with your hips. You keep your legs tight around his waist, feet dangling and bouncing against the back of his thighs. A trail of hot kisses are pressed along your neck and down your shoulder before traipsing back up— teeth grazing along your jaw.

Long fingers skip up your side and between your bouncing tits to only wrap around your neck again. They squeeze, gently, as his pace starts to pick up, hips shoving harder and faster— that old barrel starting to scrape against the wood floor.

The force makes you louder, moaning with abandon as if the two of you are all alone on this little ferry. Bucky makes quick work of you, shoving metal fingers into your mouth— giving you something to suck on to keep you quiet.

“That’s a good girl.” he growls, voice gritty and low.

He’s punishing after that. Each snap of his hips thrusting you backward, the barrel you’re on top of tipping back and then slapping down on the floor. You yelp with each one, your mouth going slack around his digits as your hands fall to the edges of the barrel for some semblance of balance.

It’s obscene, the way you can hear your fuck. The wet of your cunt. The squeak of his cock plunging into tight, slick muscles. The heavy thud of his hips pounding into yours. The slap of your flip flops falling to the wood floor as he’s quite literally fucked them right off of your feet. It’s filthy— crude— and so very Bucky.

You’re back on your feet before you know it— before you realize it. Spun back around, Bucky’s hard chest and stomach pressed into your back. He grabs both of your hands and places them back on the barrel, his metal hand staying on top of yours, fingers gripping fingers.

Eager hips wiggle back into his as you hiss and sink your teeth into your bottom lip, groaning low. Your head drops when you feel his cock push through your ass cheeks— wet cockhead pressing against your hot rim.

He starts to fumble around behind you, each passing second making you more and more impatient. There’s a soft click, and then a light suction sound— something squeezing.

“Bucky,” you hiss, pushing back into him again, “Hur—”

The word breaks off right in the middle as he levels a quick smack against your hip— a warning. Then your ass cheeks are pulled apart, wet, slimy fingers sliding and prodding at your quivering rim. He brushes slow strokes, circling, pressing his fingers gently as he preps your little hole for what’s to come.

“What kind of freak brings lube to dinner?” you smile, gasping as he pinches the inside of your thigh.

You lurch forward when he grabs the back of your neck and yanks you back into him, lips right against your cheek, “The kinda freak that was gonna fuck you in an alley after dinner. Now shut that mouth.”

He’s pressing again, this time harder, his cockhead popping into you with force. You grunt with the initial intrusion, Bucky stopping his assault to allow you time to adjust to him— but that doesn’t last long. Your mouth goes slack again. Eyes slam shut, head falls forward as he slips in, deeper and deeper and deeper until his stomach is flush with your ass.

He wiggles— so you can feel him, feel him tickling the deepest part of you. Slaps at your ass again, quick, fingers glancing off your skin and leaving behind a hell of a sting. Then he’s fucking you again, slower this time, savoring the tight, glove-like hold your body provides.

Metal fingers grab at the hem of your dress again, tugging it up before they push back into your panties, finding a swollen, hot nub. Pinching and rubbing smooth circles against it, flicking and thrashing at the bundle of nerves before he shoves his fingers back into your cunt. They curl, those fingers, and pet your insides with surgical precision— only James Buchanan Barnes knows how to fuck you like this.

The heel of his palm slams against your clit as he fingers you rough and fucks your ass with gusto. Sleazy sounds gurgle up in your throat, the slapping of skin and the waves crashing against the side of the ferry, the rush of the wind filling your ears. Bucky pulls you flush against him and slithers his tongue just beneath your ear before his teeth grab a hold, tugging soft.

Teeth keep nipping— along your jaw, your cheeks, ears, neck. He fucks into you hard as he shoves his flesh hand into the neckline of your dress, gripping your tits. Pinching and kneading hard, thick nipples, mumbling sweet nothings all the while.

Your stomach churns, muscles tensing and flexing as synapses start to fire off in quick succession. Quick goosebumps pop up along your skin as your stomach tightens and you can taste it it’s so close. Bucky knows it, feels it as your walls constrict around his fingers, your asshole tightening around him. Vibranium fingers keep rubbing, keep fucking into your pussy hard, palm slapping against your clit, adding more and more pressure until the coil snaps.

It’s hard, and sudden— your body freezing as your orgasm consumes you. Bucky clamps a wet hand over your mouth as you mewl and bite into his palm, your hips thrusting forward with each wave of your release. He pulls his fingers from you to slap at your jumping clit, pressing the pads into it before he rubs quick little circles and then slaps at it again.

He drops his hand to your chin, yanking it up as you nearly cry, mewling and trembling with your release to kiss you hard and sloppy as you come. He kneads your tits with his mammoth hand as aftershocks flash through you, your used body jerking at random. Within seconds, there's a cloud of warmth in your ass. Rough grunts in your ear, growing louder with each spurt of his cock, your hot muscles milking him.

You let him use you, let him fill you up full of his silk. Grab his hands and lace your fingers with his as he empties long ribbons in you. Pull his arms around your waist and hold them there as he rides it out, his head falling to your shoulder. The two of you stand there, resting against that old barrel, breathing hard, skin sticky and balmy. Salt from the ocean in your nose.

Bucky’s the first to pull away, glancing back at the stairs before he pulls himself gingerly from you, leaving your body empty, a dribble of his come slipping out with him. He catches it with his fingers, drags them up the back of your thigh and between your ass cheeks before he shrugs out of his collared shirt and white tank top.

He cleans you up sweet with the tank top. Keeps his arm around your waist to steady you as he wipes at your thighs and your hot, sticky, puffy cunt, shushing you soft when you jump and whimper at the contact. He flings the messy tank top over the side of the ferry and rubs your hips and stomach real slow, murmuring into your ear all the while.

Diligent fingers then rearrange your thong— and cop a little feel, cupping your sensitive, swollen sex, giving it a little pinch so he can laugh when you shiver and squeak. Bucky pulls your dress, tugging lightly to get it back straight around your waist before smoothing it over your ass and thighs— even pulls at the top, making sure your tits are sitting pretty.

You can’t even open your eyes, overcome by alcohol and sleepiness and a post sex high. He fumbles with your fingers as your head lulls on his shoulder, a soft hum vibrating in your throat in your murky haze. Bucky lifts your arm by the elbow, sliding his hand up your forearm until he’s cupping your hand in his.

“Open your eyes, baby.” You groan in protest, causing a chuckle to rumble through his chest, “Come on.��

So you do. You always do whatever this man wants you to do— and there, right on your finger sits that big princess cut engagement ring you teased him with days before.

“How about we skip dinner and find a church, huh?” he whispers, kissing your cheek soft and sweet.

You glance at him over your shoulder, eyes wet as a smirk tugs at the corners of your mouth, “And if I say no?”

“You just can’t help yourself, can you?” He laughs as you adjust in his arms, pushing up on your tiptoes to cup his handsome face and kiss him on those pretty pink lips, “Then I guess I’ll have to fuck some sense into that pretty mouth of yours, won’t I birthday girl?”

#bad things happen bingo #buckybarnesbingo2021 #ssb2021 #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x black!reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes fanfiction #5k...holy god

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delicrieux · 3 years

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☆ﾐ 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚢 “𝚘𝚑”

PART 10: BIG DICK IS BACK IN TOWN

y/n is back in brooklyn for the holidays. thinking that a stream will make her feel less homesick for cali, she starts working on her famously titled hentai.free.srv. what was supposed to be a relaxing stream turns into a special delivery about two hours in.

─── corpse husband x reader ─── soc. media + written fiction! ─── word count: 2.2k ─── ❥ req: Here's one... You know those apps for delivery like Domino's or whatnot... What if reader is streaming Among Us with Corpse, and reader mentions they're hungry and Corpse offers to order them food, and readers like no no it's fine... Then there's delivery at the door (Corpse ordered beforehand)

author’s note: fucky format is also back in town baby!!! also if you find any mistakes - no u didnt <3 thank u everyone for enjoying this story sm i literally cant believe how feral yall going strawberry cow was a nuclear explosion im still recovering tbh. got an ask a while ago and decided to incorporate it into myso. happy holidays everyone! myso will continue on monday!

ultimate masterlist. ҉ myso masterlist ҉ previous. ҉ next.

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Indeed, being soft on any social media platform was the biggest disgrace and needed to be eliminated post haste. Moreover, it was a slippery slope - once you start flooding your timeline with cute imagery and heart emojis, what will stop you from posting inspirational Facebook quotes? Disgusting. If Rae were here, she would chide you (not you thinking about her as if she’s dead or something). For once in your life, you feel like you deserve it.

Alas, you hope this little chaos you’ve caused is enough to throw everyone off. The stans, especially. You know the hashtags, you’ve seen ARMY scourging for info online with the same fervor and ruthlessness 1 Direction fans hacked airport security cameras just to spy on the boys. If you had any dirty secrets online, they are out to the public now - thankfully, besides the Harry Styles stan account (with edits and all), you have nothing. Though, now that you think about it, exposed nudes would have been better than your Punk!Harry edit receiving almost a million views. God, your life’s a fucking mess.

Your fans aren’t the only ones out for info - you, too, are trying to decipher Rae’s message. Code: Barbecue Sauce. The two of you had come up with it roughly two years ago, around the same time when you promised that if you didn’t find significant others by the time you’re 40, you’ll just marry each other. It was one of the many rules found in your friendship codex. Barbecue Sauce signifies information - an exchange of information. And depending on how it ends or begins (”So I’m sitting there” alludes to Rae, “On my titties” alludes to you), secret data on that person is given away, usually free of charge.

But why? And to whom did Rae give away what? You had pestered her mercilessly and even sent some voice messages where you were crying. You were only crying because of a video of a grandpa smiling you saw on TikTok, but you are a snake, and so you put those tears to good use. If streaming doesn’t work out, you’ll just become an actress. Hollywood would love you. Your PR firm sure as fuck wouldn’t, though.

Rae was having none of it. She said you’ll figure it out eventually. Told you to channel your superior puzzle skills. You were quick to remind her that you can barely count to ten without having an aneurysm. Oddly serious, she admitted that she worries for you sometimes. Why only sometimes?! you demanded. She merely sighed. uttering under her breath something that sounded closely to “Boke.”

You leave her for barely a week and she’s already neck deep in the gay volleyball anime, hoodie and cardboard cutout and everything. Your life is falling apart.

But Brooklyn is nice. It had snowed when you stepped off of the plane. Thousands of snowflakes sprinkling into your hair, dotting your cheeks and nose. You missed this sight back in Cali. You missed your parents, too.

Home cooked meals, old sweaters, your old room and about 40GB worth of old high school pictures on your computer. You went through them all one night. Some were stomach churning, cringe inducing nightmares. You were especially fond of those. Texted some of your friends that were still in Brooklyn, met up, decided to bake. Bad idea, Rae was the resident chef back in Cali. Besides laughing till your stomach hurt, and almost burning down your kitchen, nothing all that significant happened. Somewhere down the line, at about 3 am, half-way through a cheesy rom-com you had the overwhelming urge to text Corpse.

That’s where the problems really started. God, you missed California, missed being in the same timezone with a guy you hadn’t even met yet, how embarrassing is that?! You missed skating around and taking pictures of the beach in the setting sun, sending it to him, silently wishing he was with you to admire the view.

You really want to call him. And to hang out with him. But for some reason, the thought of that springs up immediate anxiety and you shy away from asking. Him sending you cute good morning texts doesn’t help, either. Maybe it’s better he doesn’t know that you’re a blushing, stuttering mess each time you read “baby”.

Late evening. Your stream is already set up, people are slowly trickling in and you greet them with a grin and a soft “Hello! Hi hi!”. You did your best to make your room a perfectly chaotic backdrop - led lights, an embarrassing amount of anime merch and plushies. You always try to balance out your weeb side by dressing hot as fuck for your streams - today’s inspiration just so happens to be egirls. Mostly because you watched one too many egirl make-up tutorials on TikTok, and also because you’ve been listening to Corpse’s song all day.

Yeah, no, who are you kidding, you dressed up this way because you were hoping Corpse was watching your stream. You didn’t forget your cat headphones, either. You know he likes them. You want to make him suffer. Perhaps then, finally, he will ask you out, so you wouldn’t have to.

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“I feel like,” You start when you put away your phone, staring idly at the chat, “I feel like I need a new name for you guys. Calling you guys after two years of streaming is just... weird, no? I also don’t respect men so I don’t want to call you guys. Like, so many creator’s have, like, a name for their fans. Uhm, Cody Ko has the chodesters, Kurtis Conner has, uh, folks? Kurtis Town? Citizens! Markiplier has mommy issues--” You can’t help snorting, “So, I’ve been, like, thinking - I know, shocking! - so I was thinking I’m gonna name you cockroaches. Because you’re grimy little shits impossible to kill. And also then I can use the legendary Minaj meme ROACHES!”

Your stream enthusiastically echoes ROACHES, making the chat swim. Yes, if anyone would enjoy such a name, it would be your audience. You’re as equally proud as you are disturbed.

“Well, anyway.” Leaning back into your chair, you throw your arms out with a bright grin, “Big dick is back in town, baby! If you noticed the backdrops different, it’s cuz I’m in Brooklyn now. Don’t ask me when I will return to Always Sunny, I don’t plan that far ahead.”

While Minecraft boots up, you decide to answer a few questions.

r u dating sykkuno?

You want to smack your head into the keyboard, but as it is, you can’t exactly afford a new one, so you refrain, “No, Sykkuno and I are not dating, we are just good friends. Uhm, I’m not sure how much I’ll have to repeat this, but, we really aren’t, so if the roaches could chill - Oh my God, that sounds so stupid, I love it - uh, yeah, if the roaches could chill that’d be great.”

the roaches lmao sounds like we’re a sports team

“Oh shit, yeah it does, uh-- maybe I can make like, jerseys or something. That’d be cool, I think.”

how disappointed are your parents with the way your life turned out?

“My parents are actually not disappointed at all!” You say with a cute little smile, “Uhm, they’re both really proud, actually. They’re glad I found something I love doing and made a job outta it. Dad finds my Youtube videos endearing. Yes, they watch pretty much all of my videos, unless I explicitly tell them not to. And yeah, with all the fucks and thirsting for anime characters. Uhm, it was very embarrassing at first, but I mean, after a while, shame just...doesn’t exist anymore, I guess? Funny thing about my parents, actually, when they watch my videos-” You eye catches a comment, “Oh! No, they only watch my Youtube videos. They don’t know how to use Twitter, thank God. Uhm, anyway-- when they hear a name they don’t know, like, I dunno, Dabi, or something, they google--” You’re grinning by now, eyes crinkling, giggling softly, “--who that is, and buy me like, merch and stuff. It’s really cute.

can i be adopted by ur parents plz

will you and corpse ever collab?!

You were about to answer, though the man of the hour himself decides to do it for you.

Corpse_Husband: yes.

Okay, not to say your heart skipped a beat, but it totally did. With a pleased smile, you nod, like one of those bobble head toys sold at the dollar store. The motion is oddly reminiscent of Sykkuno’s own nod. Perhaps you had picked it up from him. The chat seems to notice.

pack it up, sykkuno

More questions pile about this mysterious collab you and Corpse are planning. Yeah, you’d like to hear more about it, too, since he single highhandedly decided one was happening right now. Corpse remains silent. Fine, keep your secrets.

“Okay, guys, oh, I mean, roaches, Oh my God--” You’re covering your mouth, giggling, “-calling all roaches, calling all roaches, calm down. Everyone grab a snack and a blanket I’m turning up the music volume so we can all chill. Entering chill zone. Entering chill zone. Roaches, prepare.”

we are prepared

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An hour or so passes and you grow hungry. It shows with the amount of cakes you had baked in your server. Currently, you find yourself throwing eggs at the wall of one of the renovated houses, your face scrunched in concentration and slight frustration. 24 of the 50 eggs have been wasted. “What’s a girl gotta do to get some chicks around here?” you had uttered under your breath, until, finally, a screech - the egg finally spawns a mob. Your mouth falls open, “Aww, look!” You approach it, so small, walking in zigzags beside you, “It’s a baby chicken! Die, bitch.” The baby chicken is no more as you swing your bedazzled (you have mods) diamond sword. You’re cackling by the time the dust settles.

y/n is a child murderer

“Roaches,” You address your fan-base, spurring another fit of laughter - you can’t get over the name, “I think I’m like, forgetting that eating in Minecraft won’t actually make less hungry in real life.”

take a break and go eat queen <3

“Fuck no, we starve and die like men. Now I actually really need another chicken.”

Another twenty minutes trickle by and you’re trying to lure back a panda from the jungle when there’s a knock on your bedroom’s door. Whipping your head to the side, you slide down your headphones. At the same time, your mom pokes her head through the ajar door, “MOM!” You scream, “Get OUT of my room I’m playing Minecraft!” But your yell has no actual bite to it, as you don’t manage to hide your smile. Your mom laughs, doing some sort of sign language and motioning for you to follow her with her head. That or it’s some sort of performative dance.

“I’m live right now,” You tell her, pointing at your screen. She knows this already, though, “do you want to say hi?”

The roaches spam the chat with friendly hellos. You mom, quite impatient now, waves you over.

“Sorry, roaches, mom needs something. Be back in a bit!”

Stopping the stream, you rush out of your seat and pleased she slinks into the hallway. “What’s this about?”

“Your pizza came.”

“My what now?” You echo, confused.

“Domino’s. You ordered pizza?”

“What? No? I was busy with the stream, I never--”

Thankfully, you had managed to grab your phone from your room before you exited. You almost choke on spit once you read the messages.

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You decide that it’ll be impossible to stream after experiencing what you had just experienced. You tweet out a quick apology to the roaches (God, that fucking name) and say that you had a breakdown but you’re okay. That is as a close to the truth as you managed to muster. It’s a sad sight, chewing and crying; your mom winced when she saw your state - disheveled hair and rundown eyeliner and everything. “D’aww,” She had muttered, caressing the top of your head, “don’t cry my little raccoon.”

If anyone was ever to ask you where did your chaotic nature come from, you’d answer with my mom. To make yourself feel better, you took a selfie - duck face and peace sign and the horrible 2000′s angle. Sent it to Rae.

looking hot, her message read.

thanks, was all you replied with.

You couldn’t just leave things as they were. Once you calmed down, you wanted to text Corpse, but how would you follow up the ungodly caps lock and screeching? Impossible. An idea sprung to mind, one that was brave. Taking the first step.

Instead of sending a text, you sent a voice memo.

“Thank you for the pizza, it was delicious.”

You voice still sounded a bit raspy. His reply was instant. Your heart skipped a beat. He sent a voice memo back.

“Glad you liked it, baby.”

He was going to be the death of you.

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tags (in italics is those i couldn’t tag! make sure all’s ok w your settings!) : @littlebabysandboxburritos - @fairywriter-oracle - @tsukishimawh0re - @ofstarsanddreams - @bbecc-a - @annshit - @leahh19 - @letsloveimagines - @bellomi-clarke - @wineandionysus - @guiltydols - @onephootinfrontoftheother - @liamakorn - @thirstyfangirl - @lilysdaydreams - @pan-ini - @mxqicshxp - @tanchosanke - @yoshinorecommends - @flightsandfantasy - @liljennyx3 - @slashersdream - @unknown-and-invisible - @sinister-sleep - @fivedicksinatrenchcoat - @mercury–moon - @peterparkerspjsuit - @unstableye - @simonsbluee - @shinyshimaagain - @ppopty - @siriuslystupid - @crapimahuman - @ofthedewthesunlight - @mythicalamphitrite - @artsyally - @corpsesimpp - @corpsewhitetee - @corpse-husbandsimp - @hyp-oh-critical - @roses-and-grasses - @rhyrhy462 - @sparklylandflaplawyer - @charbkgo - @airwaveee - @creativedogs - @kaitlyn2907 - @loxbbg - @afuckingunicornn - @fleurmoon - @yeolliedokai - @truly-dionysus - @multi-fandom-central707

more tags are in the comments bcs tumblr only allows me to tag 50 people max 💙

#corpse husband #corpse #corpse husband x reader #corpse x reader #corpse husband imagine #corpse social media au #corpse husband fanfic #social media au #corpse husband x y/n #corpse x y/n #corpse husband fic #reader #xreader #imagine #imagines #myso #make you say oh

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thatgamefromthatad · 2 years

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Ads vs. Gameplay (Royal Match Review)

Ads on the left, gameplay on the right (cropped for formatting, some full screenshots are included below).

This is a match-3 game and it’s a much simpler match-3 game than the ads would make it seem. However there is a small bit of truth to the ads which is the same type of mechanism Playrix games like Homescapes use to try to get away with less-than-honest advertising; there are bonus levels called “King’s Nightmare” that appear occasionally where you have a limited time to complete the level goal and save the king from a precarious situation. But even these levels aren’t exactly like the ads because there’s a less direct relationship between the tile-matching and the danger - there’s just an animation of the king in danger on top and a separate timed board underneath, rather than the tiles pushing on a lever or something.

That being said, this is actually a very good match-3 game in my opinion, in fact it’s one of the best I’ve played just in terms of gameplay. One thing I really like about this game is that it’s in a vertical orientation which I personally find more convenient and comfortable for a hyper-casual type game (having played other games with horizontal orientations like Homescapes and Project Makeover). Another thing I really like is the haptic feedback although this might only be applicable to certain devices since I just recently got an iPhone 11 and just noticed this feature in a few games I’ve played. I guess later generation iPhone’s have this kind of clicky tactile thing that’s not a vibration but is some kind of motion from inside the phone. It’s hard to explain but this game uses it really well and adds a sort of satisfying sensory aspect to playing the game.

More positives of the game would be the ability to play for long stretches of time and decent variation in gameplay. The stamina mechanism is such that you don’t lose “hearts” unless you fail a level, so it’s kind of merit-based - if you pass all the levels you can play indefinitely basically. However it’s also extremely easy in this game to get unlimited lives for a long period of time, as these powerups stack on top of each other and can add up to one or two hours or even more. There are lots of miscellaneous events that give you rewards just for passing levels or using a certain amount of powerups so you can get unlimited lives from those plus more powerups to help you pass the levels more easily. As far as variation, there are some similarities to other match-3 games (similar powerup types and obstacles you need to match next to) but there are also many different obstacles that are continuously introduced, I played 100 levels so far and the most recent one was introduced a few levels ago, a safe that opens after you use a certain amount of powerups on it.

The only negatives (other than fake ads) would be lack of storyline, although I don’t see that as a big negative since that’s not always necessary for a hypercasual game, and the game in some ways being excessively easy due to the massive amount of powerups the game throws at you, plus the fact that most of the levels are pretty easy to pass anyway. It wasn’t until around level 80 that I started failing levels and needing to use a bunch of powerups to pass. But overall with the other positives I mentioned, plus there being no interstitial ads or excessive pushing for you to buy something, this is a great match-3 game and I would definitely recommend it if you like hypercasual match-3 without the game being cluttered up with dialog or cutscenes or anything.

Ad Honesty Rating: 3/5

Overall Rating: 5/5

Thanks so much for reading! 🥳 I didn’t put a read more on this one cuz I guess Tumblr has a feature now that automatically cuts down long posts (and Tumblr always messes up my post format when I try to put a read more in anyway). But let me know if you would prefer I cut these longer reviews for any reason since the feature is new and I’m not 100% sure how it works yet.

#royal match #fake ads #mobile games #match 3 games #puzzle games #image descriptions in alt text #full review

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that-enby-witch · 4 years

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Book of shadows/grimoire stuff:

- first; grimoires and BOS’s are technically different things. However, if your book is more similar to a book of shadows, but you wanna call it a grimoire (or vice versa) fucking do it. Who is gonna stop you?

- this is YOUR book. Don’t just throw in a bunch of stuff about crystals if you don’t ever want to use them, or don’t believe in their energies - because what is the point? Don’t spend time on your natal chart if you don’t believe in astrology. Everything in this book is for YOU. Nobody else.

- Also remember that it doesn’t have to be a physical book! I literally had mine as a folder in my notes on my phone for AGES before I started to properly format it, and even now, it lives on my phone. Not as an actual book. This was also fun cuz I got to design my own cover :D

- again, this is your book. It doesn’t need to be perfect, and you’re allowed to make mistakes in it too. Write something down and you decide you don’t need it? Rip it out. Think you’ve worded something really badly and wanna change it? Eh, you can cross it out - most people won’t see it.

Now onto some ideas:

- moon phases; what they represent, and the lunar calendar for the current year (make the lunar calander page removable if possible, so that you can swap it for the next lunar calendar at the end of the year.

- the wheel of the year, if you celebrate the Sabbats. I always forget the dates of most of them. You could also put in different ideas for how to celebrate them which you can add to every once in a while, if you’re like me and struggle to think of ideas.

- methods for charging and cleansing: Often I have trouble finding easy methods of cleansing and charging my crystals, because I don’t really have many tools as of right now. (I will probably make a post about simple methods I HAVE found in the future)

- when you became a witch. This isn’t exactly something you’re gonna need to look up in your grimoire because you’ve forgotten about it. But I put this in my grimoire becuase sometimes I doubt my authenticness as a witch. A lot of people see witchcraft as something only girls can do. I’m not a girl. Loads of witches, especially ones you see online, have all these tools that I just don’t have. I don’t even have a proper altar. I’m 13 and I’m in the broom closet. Sometimes, you’re gonna need that little reassurance that you are a real witch and you’ve come so far from when you first started.

- a page about things you still wanna research; no matter how long you’ve been a witch, odds are there’s gonna be stuff about witchcraft you don’t know yet, don’t understand or just wanna look deeper into. I’d make this another removable page, too. Maybe do it as a checklist, and once you’ve looked into it, you can check it. After everything has been checked off, remove the page and add another one with even MORE stuff you wanna look into.

These are just things I could remember off the top of my head - feel free to add more in the reblogs!

#grimoire #book of shadows #witchblr #witchcraft #witch journal #witches #wicca #witchy things #witch ideas #grimoire tips #grimoire ideas #book of shadows tips #book of shadows ideas

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flutter2deceive · 3 years

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Inspired by @everybodyknows-everybodydies recent ER dream posts, I figured I'd share some of my ER dreams from the past year. I text myself whatever i remember after waking up from interesting dreams so that's the grammatically incorrect format they're in lol

buffy out on the streets moving vans with her strength, timothy olyphant is a vampire and he and his vamp buddies need romano to inject blood back into his circulatory system so he can go out in daylight again, they're taunting him like "come on didn't buffy train with you for a week to be a surgeon before giving up?", idk

The coolest stop motion video ever of this ER drawing turned into a storyline, mark leaves i guess jennifer and is running down the hallway to someone and i'm curious to see if it will be susan or elizabeth, it's elizabeth but then the pov switches to susan and she continues running down the hall to the trauma coming in and she high-fives abby and it's like the main point of contact for all the friendly characters when they do something cool is to high-five, watching this whole thing run thru and have the absolute biggest look of gleeful wonder on my face, i say some very nice words and hope they make it to whoever the author/vid marker are

In a steam engine room like that titanic ep of newsradio, there were also demons, so hell??, then there was a thing about carter being gay and in love with his best friend but then he called me lisa (which is my name) but i took that to mean that it was actually dave and it was a whole thing about maura tierney's fake ex-boyfriends?, and carter was out in my parents' front yard confessing his love but he accidentally stepped in the path of a chainsaw and the top of his toe got chopped off so then he was in a wheelchair

Kerry and elizabeth talking about sandy and mark and how they dread talking to henry and ella about them without breaking down, but it's also like they're still there, and then it's kerry and mark having the same convo but it's mark talking about his dad, they're in the hospital bathroom, a scene where sandy is temping in a library at the hospital and arizona robbins also working there and the implication is that they used to date, arizona comes up to sandy's table and notices that she seems to be doing wedding planning meanwhile kerry is sitting by herself at another table, arizona is judgy about what appears to be sandy chasing a girl who's in the closet and ashamed, sandy explains that kerry doesn't know and it's a surprise which is why she has the flashmob people standing 2 deep around kerry's table so she doesn't see the minister bringing the shrubbery in (this never happens in the dream but also what?? lol), then kerry has a successful hip replacement surgery that luka performed and mark is telling everyone about it, susan and abby were just starting to feel out a relationship and were making out in the bathroom

The er hospital but housed in an amalgam of my workplace and childhood church, i guess i'm like an orderly?, corday is pregnant and examining a patient and she's like ready-to-pop pregnant but she's still insistent that she's good to work until she's 8cm dilated and she's only 6 right now, we're all like dude go up to ob now, she's doing like yoga stretches on the floor to alleviate pain but still insists she's fine, meanwhile her patient is like ???, her water breaks and romano is gonna take her up to surgery, there's a space issue at the elevators and only he can fit, me and the other orderly say we'll take her up on the gurney in the other bank of elevators, we go flying down the hall and yelling for people to move cuz mrs corday's-- "sorry, dr. corday's"-- water broke, we get stopped by a security guard who won't let us through and then stopped again cuz there's construction in the warehouse, somehow romano manages to get lizzie but me and the other orderly are locked out, go to a bar downstairs to wait and nick kroll is there and he alerts everyone at the bar to the fact that he found several fan art/fic hits for "nick kroll/luka kovac" on the company's subreddit, he seems oddly intrigued, how weird of a pairing

In the future, there are no doctors because they're all burnt out from covid so healthcare in the future is just holograms of scenes from er but they're not the medical scenes they're the relationship drama stuff, alex kingston is named ceo of brain things due to her time on both er and doctor who, an interviewer asks what her favorite katy perry song is and romano answers for her, then maura tierney kicks everyone's ass at a banquet

The specifics elude me but somehow abby made it so that neela's memories of gallant's death are erased, and he's not exactly alive but also not dead, maybe she went back in time and changed something or had magic?, but neela is now texting with michael who is actually abby with his phone pretending to be him, abby is feeling really guilty for playing around with life and death and neela's feelings when she didn't have a gameplan, she ends up telling weaver she did something extremely morally questionable, now the two of them have to think thru how to handle the situation, neela is concerned now cuz michael texted that he'd talk with her at 23:00 but he hasn't called yet, then there's this really annoying intern that's pissing all the docs off, weaver starts to say something and ppl think she's gonna tell this woman off but she's like "this is an intern that's working here? She should be the hospital's lawyer", and then abby and susan smirk at each other and put on a tie? Idk but i think it's a different reality than the gallant-still-alive one

On a road trip or something and get back to abby's apartment, i may be susan but also possibly just me, we get the luggage from the car and while abby is trying to find her keys to unlock the door, we hear a noise from down the alley, the blonde woman that luka had been flirting with is near the luggage and is drunk or high, we wrestle with our conscience on whether to help her, she ends up asking to crash on the couch, abby and i get her inside and on the couch, we then end up sharing the bed and giggling

Caring for romano while he was in the hospital, mei lin from top chef is a med student and robert keeps insulting her, i think i might be corday, order a butterfinger and bottle of water from the hospital convenience store, go back to robert's room, he's muttering about the salad they brought him, i ask if he wants me to tell the nurse that he wants them to leave the salad for when he wakes from his nap, he squints up at me and smiles, says that his coping mechanism for stress is egg salad, idk

Living an ep of ER, i am susan, walking to my car alongside elizabeth, we're kinda tensely discussing when the kids will be at each of our houses for the holidays, i say let's just fuck it and join our celebrations, it's like a thing as if mark actually used to be married to susan and had a kid, don't know if it was supposed to be little suzie or rachel, elizabeth smiles unexpectedly and my heart kicks up, get in our cars and drive off, i am fumbling with a cigarette and the lighter from the car, drop them both as i'm driving down the hill out of the hospital parking lot, but now i am abby and have the season 9 hair, keep talking about this guy coworker i'm secretly seeing but it's actually susan and i'm trying to throw people off the scent, and there's something also about trixie and katya in this part of the dream but i don't remember specifically what, maybe guest star patients?

#er #dreams #i am a ridiculous human being #even in slumber lol

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yoonia · 3 years

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Hey, just a suggestion...it stays better when long stories are broken into chapters...cuz while reading on Tumblr...in case you press the back button by mistake , you have to scroll back all the way down...plz take this into consideration and break the long fics into parts especially the ones with wc around 30-40k...thank you ❤️

Thank you for the suggestion, but I regret to say that I may not always be able to do as you ask. I know that you mean well, but I should also let you know that every single writing that I post here has always gone through a lot of reconsideration before I finally have them posted as is. A lot of my readers may tell you that I always ask and announce a certain fic on their word length while I'm in the middle of finishing it to see if they would prefer to have it posted in a full form or split into chapters and I always post the story once its done according to (1) the majority of the response I get and (2) if the story works better to be posted in its full length or if I can split them without ruining the flow of the story.

At times, if I do have a story which works well being split, I would be posting them in separate chapters (eg. Of Bears & Bonds has the original wc of 65k words and I split it into 3 chapters and Blurred Lines has the original wc of 50k++ and I split them into 3 chapters, and lots more) but if I find a story unfitting to be separated or if I can't find a certain scene where I feel like I could stop the story there to continue in a separate post, then I shall post it as it is.

Don't get me wrong, I do know that it's hard to open an extremely long fic on Tumblr app, which is why I cross post them in other platforms where you can read them in different formats. And tbh, I always get readers reassuring me that you can read them as long as you open then in the browser of your phone, so I follow the majority of the audience.

I also always avoid splitting too many long fics for many reasons. One, I try not to publish too many series in my blog because I already have a few major series and I don't want to overwhelm people and myself by adding chaptered stories every time I update something. Two, splitting a story into chapters don't always guarantee a reader to finish the entire story. If you would take a peek at Blurred Lines, for example, the third and final chapter doesn't have as much as notes or feedback as the first one, and I need to make sure people get through the ending of my stories.

I'm sorry for the long response and for not being able to say that I'll certainly do as you suggested. It's just that I want you to understand that I always have my own reconsideration on posting my stories, not that I never cared to think far about it and just simply drop a fic over 20k words without a reason.

#on writing #pretty anonie #answered

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cesium-sheep · 3 years

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okay I thought about it a little more seriously while not completely overcome with sadness and I think streaming may actually be a reasonable way to make new friends and spend time with the ones I have, esp if I steal the format of “I am the one playing the game but my friend is also here” and roll it into scheduled phone calls (with consent). (and obviously we’d also still talk not on stream for more normal life stuff that they may not want to share publicly.)

I’d want my desk to be properly usable again first, which is unfortunately unlikely to happen before we move. but I have a sort of preexisting audience from the arblog, and it’s not uncommon for artists to pop onto their art twitters and say “hey I’m streaming a video game!” or whatever. and I am very good at cook serve delicious, which I’ve always thought is interesting to watch (which is why I bought it in the first place, cuz I saw a stream of it that looked interesting :v ). I’d probably just do a variety of whatever tho, games and crafts and cooking and drawing, maybe music. maybe even “watch weird shit with me”, I think that’s an underrated genre tbh. like jenna marbles’ tik tok compilation videos.

plus it’s a sort-of-fresh start in terms of online persona, and I can take advantage of the opportunity to be gloves-off weird. like, I’m already weird on my personal accts but I also spend a lot of time having Srs Thoughts and shit and it’s still cluttered with ghosts of past-mes affecting expectations (also it’s basically just me by myself in here). also it’s easy for posting to feel repetitive, and hard to convey what I’m actually like when I’m not feeling well. it’s fine to tell the same story on stream 10 different days, because people might not have seen 9 of those times. a blog is “here is thoughts” and a stream is “we’re all in the basement hanging out” y’know? different vibes.

#alex can be convinced to make sporadic appearances (I asked)#kelcey liked this post so I assume they're not opposed :v #and I asked arin and she said she'd be on board #I'm gonna call sean tomorrow I'll probably ask him too #I bet I could ask jordan since they already do a bunch of podcast stuff #and maybe moss on the same basis #(basically my strategy is figure out who's down first and then figure out who's available on a case by case basis)#(since that really fits with the 'hanging out in the basement' vibe if it's not some rigorously scheduled thing)

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Hello! I wanted to know what is your process to write your famous comments, do you use a word processor or one of the built-in tools in AO3? I really like to find them when reading a fic and they are so comprehensive that I got curious about the process. Thanks!

Dear Nonny, Goodness what a lovely compliment wrapped up in your question! You made me blush w/that ‘famous comments’ phrase. There’s a short-enough answer to your inquiry about the technical piece and --SURPRISE!-- a longer one about my philosophy + process of crafting comments under Keep reading.

M a n y (!!!) comments have been created on my phone, but it’s hard + easy to lose or get them scrambled up, so I prefer to use a keyboard. (Ummm, please tell me about those tools built into AO3 because I don’t know about them!) I often comment as I go, cutting/pasting bits while I’m reading either because I like the word-craft, imagery or plot point, and then I slap them into the comments section to organise + respond to when I’ve finished the chapter. If it’s a long or complicated chapter/work I open the work up in two side by side tabs + then scroll down while reading in one + type comments in the other.

This isn’t technical, but/and it’s important enough to keep ‘above the fold’: my guiding principle for comments is the same as how I seek to show up in fandom: always encourage others.

Ready for the philosophy + process part? Grab a cuppa tea, cuz --boy howdy!-- once I started thinking about this, I had a lot to say.

STRATEGY The aspects I keep my eye on when reading are: power dynamics between characters, signposts of emotional growth, the many types of intimacy (beyond sexual), beautiful metaphors or phrasing + things which make me laugh out loud. When reading sexy times I look for what we learn about each character in those moments. What makes them blush? Revs them up? Frightens or concerns them? Surprises and/or delights them?

Overall I enjoy the experience of being surprised or learning something new about characters; I love it when authors highlight an idea, trait, motivation or choice I hadn’t previously thought of understood. All of the above are usually what I highlight back to the author.

Hmmmm, why did I blush over the phrase “your famous comments”?

CONFESSION Until I got to know @fuzzballsheltiepants through Back to the Start, I was really embarrassed about them. Why did they have to be so long?!! Why did I feel the need to quote long passages back to the authors? They already knew their work, why repeat it to them?! Why couldn’t I write concise, sassy comments like so many others?! And what about the times I didn’t feel like writing long comments? Was I disappointing the author (or maybe they were relieved)? Honestly, I was afraid people might be laughing behind my back. O O F. The stories we tell our sweet selves until we decide to be who we are, not who we think others want to be.

BACKSTORY When I got quiet to figure out why DO I write such long comments, it came down to what was going on in my life when I got into fandom. Our daughters had both just left for college in two different states + I went back to FT work at a job I thought would be a decent enough match. It was + wasn’t. I learned a ton, but/and my work partner + boss were incredibly challenging. I help people + orgs navigate change. They told me they hired me to help them do such a thing, but it turns out they wanted me to write great emails + make effective slide decks. HO HUM. I haven’t had many jobs I didn’t enjoy; this was one.

It was a disorienting time and I was utterly disoriented.

When our kids were growing up I was a youth minister in my home faith community. (Uh, and yes, ofc it’s a community which supports LGBTQIAP+ justice, among many other justice issues) C+H grew up in a multi-generational village + around a lot of teens. They saw their Mama doing what she loved + was very good at. The girls just finished 6th grade (11 y.o.) when I left ministry. Even though sometimes it was REaL L y challenging (puleez, guiding + mentoring two very different humans who were both the same age?!!! During adolescence?!!!), I enjoyed being P R E S E N T for our daughters in ways I did not experience growing up + I know not many teens get to experience. It was a gift + also a responsibility which I took to heart.

After catching on sleep for almost a year (I’m NOT joking), I went to grad school and learned the formal theories + practices about what I have been doing since I was a teenager: helping people + groups navigate change. Grad school was A KICK! By the time the girls went off to college I had a consulting business. When Mr FSC + I came back to the emptier home, my identity shifted from Mama/Youth Mentor/Household CEO (all jobs I loved + am very good at) to whatever the next chapter was going to be. I decided getting a FT job working for someone else would help pay those tuition bills. I remember feeling so.under.appreciated at work. UGH. It took about 18 mos there before That Whole Experience began to negatively impact my health + I ended up going on medical leave and then quitting. It didn’t help that even during the interview process I KNEW there were a lot of red flags. I own it: I chose to overlook them because HELLO?!!! 2 kids in college! I decided to take the money + deal w/the other stuff as it came up.

THE GIFT OF FANDOM However --thank goodness-- about six months into that job I joined the Tumblr village, the AFTG fandom + dove into AO3 under ZinniaGirl and ZinniaGirl2Woman or something like that. Nearly every day when I went into the office every formatting + word choice was consistently critiqued. I’m a decent writer + this totally threw me off my game. (understatement!)

Ahhhh, but writing for fandom?!! IT WAS + CONTINUES TO BE A COMPLETELY DIFFERENT + WONDERFUL EXPERIENCE!!! Here I could stretch my legs + enjoy writing WHENEVER + HOWEVER I wanted to. I decided to make up my own rules. Early on I knew I wasn’t going to be a prolific author, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t work on the craft of writing. Quickly comments + Tumblr posts became my contributions to the fandom. Enough people responded positively that I kept up with both. Over time I’ve gained acquaintances, some really close friends, all while continuing to learn more about the craft of writing from some of the best in our fandom who also happen to be top drawer human beings.

YA YA YA, SO HOW DO I COME UP WITH THOSE “famous” COMMENTS? (I’m still giggling over that word!)

When I start reading a fic, I sink into the author’s world

I start noticing whatever they notice about the charaters we love

Next comes the strategy (above)

Add in having fun

Sprinkle in encouragement, esp for first time writers or writers having a hard time

Sometimes I’m writing a analytical literary essay, other times they’re love letters

Sometimes I’m so moved I can’t combine words into a sentence

No matter the style, early on I decided to E N J O Y the experience of being part of this GLOBAL, NETWORKED, CREATIVE, COLLABORATIVE, SUPPORTIVE village. It has been one of the greatest gifts of my life in the past decade.

WHAT ABOUT YOU DEAR ONE?!!

What do you love about reading + commenting on fics? What thrills you about being part of the fandom? Grab your magic wand + tell me what you wish could change about it. Which guiding principle(s) are the guardrails of your participation?

Thanks for asking such a great question + being patient while I dumped out all of this content, sorted through it + then decided what to share.

Here’s to fandom friends, those we know + those we do not know...yet.

Love,

Cory / foxsoulcourt

#this got reallllllly long #i tried to put most under read more #but it put the whole thing there #whatevs #like agap always says #i have lovely anons #commenting on fics #fandom came into my life at just the right time #have loved meeting so many interesting people + learning so much + reading so much great fic #fandom as lifeline #fandom life #fandom friendships #ok i'm gonna put this in queue #even though i feel pretty vulnerable

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softforcal · 5 years

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Writing Tips

I get a lot of asks about tips on writing so i figured i’d just make a huge ass post for ya’ll :)

this shit covers: character, plot, motivation, past vs present tense, 3rd vs 1st verson, oneshots vs multi chapter fics, moodboards for character building, dialogue, oc’s vs reader inserts, face claims, the grocery store test, the meme test

Character

okay i want to start by saying: i used to write imagines so writing in character was like MY THING for like 6 years so i have a LOT OF PRACTICE with watching something and picking up on characters and i’ve spent THOUSANDS of hours watching shows. so like, i’ve spent a lot of time on this you know? so don’t feel bad if you have a life and havent had as much practice :)

so at the moment, i’ve been doing character mood boards to help figure out a character? but the thing about that is im picky about face claims and it can be hard so this is an easily skippable option and i’m not even sure if i enjoy it yet you know?

so first: i think of a story. i think of the type of OC that’s involved, i think about what they’re like, (i sometimes find a face claim), i give them a name

for me, as soon as they have a name and sort of a face in my brain, they take on a life of their own. a character knows when you’ve found the right name and face for it and it comes alive when you do. like for me, Birdie was originally ‘Cherry’ but she was like ‘bitch no’ and wouldn’t let me write her until i found her name.

to be honest. i don’t plan things. like. when i write, the character just takes over. i have no control. they do what they want. fucking Valentina and Harry in Trouvaille, i had a whole angst scene for them and these assholes decided to go on the terrace and tell each other they like each other instead and then the story just ended. like. i had a pLAN and they RUINED IT.

you can’t be afraid if letting your characters do what they want to do. when you plot, a loose outline is good but i just throw my characters into a situation and see where they go.

like for my final gang au chapter, did i want Michael to leave town? no. but he needed to take Dove and get the fuck out of there you know?

i don’t make playlists really, sometimes certain songs stick to people, like one of my characters, his song right now is Girlfriend by Anderson East and that song was sort of inspiration.

I don’t know where my inspiration comes from. obviously i write a FUCK ton so let me see if i can explain a few past stories and where they came from.

Gang AU was born from a post by @hereforlukescruff about the song ‘Or Nah.’

Cromulent was based off a tumblr post about enemies fake dating

Wild one was legit just me figuring out how to work all of @glitterprincelus fav things into one fic

Floral was based off of looking at my favourite tattoo artists floral tattoos

Trouvaille was originally pompous New York! Calum but as i developed it, it was Harry and i couldn’t stop him from pushing Cal out of the way and being like ‘this is my apartment you wanker get the fuck out of here and let me smoke and paint in peace.’

Noise was originally based off an idea by @palliddark that i was blessed enough to receive, she also had influence in Cromulent because months ago she requested a post about the boys recording having sex for a song.

So i think what we’re realizing here is a lot of it comes through interacting with other creators. one of my new pieces is based off of 2 5sos songs and one is based off of a person in Love Island. so inspo can hit from anywhere

the fic im working on now came from me talking to @harryforvogue about the new Gucci ads Harry did.

i started a Greaser Cal that i dropped cuz im a whore, but it was inspired by @calsangel and hopefully it gets completed sometime soon

like. talking to other creative people is just a breeding pool for ideas. people you trust and love, people who you can bounce off of. listen for stories in music, study people and characters and who knows where it might lead you :)

i hope this helps. but yeah. my number one piece of advice: talk about writing, talk about stories, talk about the guys you want to write about and inspo WILL hit.

also to all the people i have tagged i hope you know how much you guys mean to me. like. i really appreciate all you guys do and how much support you’ve given me and continue to give me. i hope i can offer the same support in return and i love you all with my whole heart.

****** Moodboard and Character (final thoughts)

So basically since i wrote that OG advice, i’ve begun to realize: moodboards are a good tool because if you can easily come up with 9 pics for a character they’re pretty well thought out.

for example, my easiest moodboard to make was for Birdie in my gang au

Birdie: likes scrunchies, reading, classic stories, ice cream, bubblegum, lollipops, acrylic nails, having her hair in a bun

my worst moodboard was for a character named Annabelle from Noise

i started and was like... who is Annabelle: she’s blonde... she uhhhh is doing psychology?

and that’s all i could get because Annabelle was a mostly dialogue driven character with no actual mentioned likes or dislikes, in my eyes, Annabelle was not a well thought out character.

so moodboards can help because they show you how well you’ve got your characters figured out.

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Plot

so plot is tough. i tend to gravitate more to character driven plot because characters are my #thing. i’m going to start by going through some of my plotlines and going over the good and bad and hopefully have an answer at the end of it after picking apart my writing. should be FUN.

long fic plots

Noise plot: Annabelle gets a new neighbour and he keeps fucking girls and waking her up and they have banter, he’s a hothead and invites her to psychoanalyze him and it leads to some tension but he is soft for her right away and they a little awkward with each other but finally give love a try.

Floral plot: would renowned tattoo artist Calum chooses a new apprentice, socially awkward and anxious Lily, they’re attracted to each other but the confines of a boss and pupil relationship are tight and evident, creating tensions. Calum struggles with being professional while falling for the cute apprentice, especially when pressure is put on them by their friends, after slow burn and anxiousness they finally get together.

Cromulent plot: Calum has a new PR relationship with Chlo and he hates her, he thinks she’s fake and does everything he can to piss her off, finally deciding to fuck with her emotions by being a GREAT boyfriend which ends up hurting her and he realizes maybe she’s not so bad after all, things are a little confusing but they finally sit down and talk it out and address some of Calum’s insecurities about her past relationships and PR stunts, they agree to give love a try.

so, from these 3 long fic outlines we can see i usually go for character based turmoil which works well for fics between 10-15k (or longer, Trouvaille fits this format and it was 19k) I just think, relationships take time and people struggle to figure themselves out enough to enter a relationship. if you have some fiery characters and banter (Cromulent and Noise) or perhaps awkward anxiety and tip toeing (Floral and Trouvaille) shit works out you know?

for smaller oneshot fics plots can be easier and more situational i think.

Movie Snack plot : Cal goes to Luke and his GF’s place for movies and Luke gets bored and eats the reader out in front of Cal which leads to sex.

Road Trip plot : Luke and reader are dating and on a road trip they’re horny but end up having to share a room with Cal who has always had a thing for the reader, smut ensues.

Stay Still plot : Tattooist!Cal is the readers fuck buddy and she goes to get her tits pierced, ending up with Luke as her piercer, but Calum shows up and angst leads to smut.

so yeah, for smaller 1-5k little smut pieces it can be more relaxed, smut is just smut, not love, and sex is a hell of a lot easier than love you know?

yeah, so that’s all my plot advice

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3rd person, 1st person, what the fuck person

when it comes to HOW you write your fic (what person, what tense, etc...) that’s up to you. it’s honestly whatever you feel best in. i’ve dabbled with a bit of everything. you just have to find what feels the most natural to you :) that’s the only advice i can give on this because no one thing is better than the other, it’s up to you.

one tip for 3rd person i have is to generally focus on one character. i’m a fan of doing the thing where for example, in Cromulent, we focus on Calum and why he doesn’t like Chlo. if we switched to Chlo a lot it would take away from the unreliable narration and bias Calum has. the good thing is to stay with Calum and be angry at Chlo and realize with Cal that she’s not so bad.

but that’s just me.

you can do switching when characters are together or on a phone call, like if you’re with Calum but he’s calling (for example) Chlo and then you want to see her reaction you can do

Calum groaned, staring at the ceiling, “bla bla cal saying shit”

“bla bla Chlo answering” she held the phone tighter etc...

and just like that you’re now with Chlo not Calum.

*********** OC’s vs Reader Insert

i’ll be real here: for some reason, i feel like reader inserts are more read on tumblr and i started out doing reader inserts to build a following.

personally, i prefer writing OC’s because you can go more in depth with EVERYTHING.

it’s honestly up to you what you want to do. i’ve decided to do my short smuts at reader insert and longer fics as OC but it’s whatever works for you at the end of the day.

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Dialogue

I’m a fan of dialogue driving story, Noise was so much fucking dialogue it’s insane. finding your characters voice is important and sticking with that makes a huge difference. if you’re character can kind of be seen based JUST on what they’re saying, thats a good sign.

i hate to say it but imma say it: when doing 5sos it’s important to know they’re Australian. some countries have different mannerisms and such, for example, i’m Canadian but i can’t have Calum out here saying “it’s a nice day eh?” you know? so, i would advise to try to get a handle on accents and word choice specifically to make them more believable. as is said in the iconic movie Tropic Thunder

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Motivation

so this is probably one of the biggest issues writers are facing and i’m about to get REAL AS FUCK.

on tumblr, it can feel like once you gain a following you CONSTANTLY need to be pumping shit out for them.

back in the day, i was posting a HC a day and a lot of it was for hogwarts!5sos. it felt like a job, which wasn’t anyone elses doing per se, i just think a lot of fic writers get caught up in this pressure whether it’s imposed by anons or not (im lucky that i’ve never had anon pressure and i’m very grateful for my amazing followers tbh)

Tumblr is not a job. if you’re writing, write for you. you are blessing tumblr with you’re writing. please don’t feel pressure to put stuff out or write a new chapter or anything.

if you ever feel like you’re under a lot of pressure, take a few days away, find the root of your writing joy. always do what you want to do. if you have to turn off asks to feel sane, do it. if you gotta block mean anons pressuring you, do it. you don’t owe anyone anything.

your writing is a gift graciously bestowed on this hellsite and this site shouldn’t make you feel pressured to write and give content FOR FREE. it shouldn’t make you lose your passion and make writing feel like a chore or job.

motivation can be hard. i’m a fucking psycho so don’t use me as a base for what you should be doing. i put out a fic a week which i really shouldn’t be doing, it’s not practical. but i can type fast as fuck and writing 1 or 2k in 10 minutes is normal for me so don’t use me as an example you know.

go at your own pace. write what you love. write au’s or for the characters you love and hopefully the rest will come.

******** Multi Chapter vs oneshots

ok more realness, pros and cons of each

oneshots:

pros:

-its one and done, no need to worry about putting out more

-they can be fun

-it’s all in one place which a lot of readers like

Cons:

-can be long af

-take longer to write since a oneshot is probably like 10+k depending on who you are as opposed to perhaps 5k chapters of a multi chapter fic

Multi Chapter

pros:

-people are excited for more

-cliffhangers are fun

-people interact with you more about chapters to come

cons:

-more pressure to put out new chapters

-with each new chapter you’re probably losing likes because people get bored or forget about it because people sometimes don’t have the attention span or whatever to continue reading whenever you update

-usually tend to be longer than a oneshot (5k chapters means that in 2 chapters you have probably surpasses a oneshot length of 10ishk)

So i will be real. i prefer oneshots. i adore my gang au which was long as fuck and super multi chaptered but it’s tough to see the likes go down and down. plus, i wrote all of Penumbra (the main multi chaptered part) before i started putting it out so i had no pressure to write more cuz that shit was done before i started posting.

which does help. if you want to write the whole thing before you start posting it takes off the first con but you’re still left with the other 2.

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Face Claims

i feel like for some characters they’re born without a face claim but i totally get it if you want to use a face claim before you even start. finding face claims can be hard so you have to get ready to go creep on insta and look at models and figure out who you like. a lot of insta models follow each other so once you find a model you like, look through their following list or recent likes to see other models.

another thing you can do is go for brands or photographers who link their models. Fashion Nova for example, if you’re scrolling through and like a girl the link is there. and the same goes for some photographers. there’s a lot of accounts that are just for hot girls with links to their instas so (even if it feel weird) you should go check those out :)

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The Grocery Store Test

next, for making characters, i think for me name is a big part of it. once a character finds their name that character comes alive in my mind. i was thinking about this yesterday and i said to myself, ‘you know you have a good grasp on your character when you can imagine them in a grocery store and know what they’d do.’

for example:

Birdie (from Gang AU) would go look at nail polish and candy, Luke would legit have to put her in the cart to get her out of there and if there’s a book section? good luck man

Valentina (trouvaille) is just gorgeous. she and Harry would go and he’d push the cart and she’d have a nicely written notepad of things to get and she’d look so pretty, head bowed, crossing things off, and Harry would be such a melt for her. he would crash into things cuz he’s so busy paying attention to her. she’d be a fan of picking up boxes and reading out nutritional values just to point out to Harry that eggos are not good for him.

so, Valentina and Birdie are probably my best OC’s if i’m being honest and because of that, these were easy.

now, take a character i didn’t work on as much and suddenly it’s different

Annabelle (noise) never really talked about anything but school and shitting on Calum so, i mean, i guess i can think of what she’d do in a store but.. like, i’d have to think about it you know?

so to me, we can see the difference between a fully fledged OC and one that needs to be worked on.

but, Noise still got a lot of likes so i dunno, i’m just self critical i guess.

i think, when it comes to characters, everyone has flaws. Annabelle is too critical of Calum and has a stigma about wealth, Valentina… she’s flawless not gonna lie but she’s a little too afraid of stepping on other people’s toes and she should probably be less anxious, Birdie is way too sentimental and cries over everything, plus she’s way too trusting and naive at times.

it’s balance. but once a character is born in your brain, you just gotta give them love and hopefully others will as well :)

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The Meme Test

my most recent advice is: if you can meme a character or dynamic between characters, you know you’re gucci. imma leave a meme here for a fic i’m working on and ya’ll will have no clue what it means but whatever it’s a point

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so hopefully this has answered any questions you have. this is all just my opinion and if you disagree with what i’ve said thats chill. at the end of the day this is what works for me and i urge you to find what works for you. there’s no one clear way to write.

good luck writer bubs :)

#writing advice #writing tips #tips #advice

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satannedtrash · 5 years

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a new year’s resolution | qian kun

summary: where you go out with friends to welcome in the new year, but you never expected to welcome something - or rather, someone - else.

pairing: qian kun x reader

word count: 3.3k/3365 words

genre: fluff. just fluff. pure fluff

format: dot points (still not experienced enough yet :|)

warnings: none unless mild to moderate swearing and total drunks aren’t your thing (also not edited oh dear) (and ooc kun cuz i suck at this ok)

author’s note: tHIS WAS MEANT TO BE FINISHED LAST WEEK BUT STUFF CAME UP SO IT’S HELLA LATE AAA but anyway at first i wasn’t entirely sure what member to write about, but then i remembered how sm didn’t even release a happy birthday post to kun (jan 1). so i thought that i can dedicate this to kun. happy (extremely belated) birthday to the butter-for-our-ears vocalist, angel and mum, kun! (also y/f/n means your friend’s name)

EDIT: just realised there was a whole section missing (i realised after a month because i didn’t want to read back on this - thing - until now) and without it the oneshot didn’t flow, so i added it in. hope it all clears things up!

11:19 pm

before this story starts imma explain sum stuff

first of all: bless kun

second of all: appreciate kun

third of all: say happy birthday to kun

oh and this is an au where the nct members aren’t idols so don’t expect to see saesangs or fans with their cameras out taking a photo of every move they make being mentioned in here

aaand i’m rambling so with that out of the way lez go

laughing at a friend’s joke, you lifted your right hand which held your phone, causing the screen to turn on

“gEEz okay then”

the bright, white light emitted from it shocked your eyes, making you blink furiously

when you could finally see without being partially blinded, you quickly checked the time and placed your phone face-down next to you

“what’s the time?” y/f/n asked, chin on your shoulder

not bothered to check again, you just say “11:19” and then leaned your head on theirs

“can you believe that 2018 is ending?”

“yep. this year sucked for me so i’m down for it to end”

“always looking forward, huh?”

you shifted your gaze from the city skyline to your friend. “have to. can’t afford to stick to the past”

pouting, y/f/n was about to respond when you lifted your head and stopped leaning back on your arms to sit upright

“besides, we gotta enjoy tonight, instead of moping around.” here, you noticed your friend eyeing the beers nearby you and sighed heavily. guess i need to be chaperone for the night

well considering that the rest of your friends and their friends were wasted might as well make sure they don’t mess the docks up

as you handed the bottle to your friend, their expression brightened as they snatched it from you

well damn aren’t they excited to get drunk

wait it’s not even 11:30 yet and we’re still going to a bar nearby after the fireworks wat

“er, shouldn’t you wait till after midnight to drink?”

“nah m8 tis the best time to have some”

(i have just realised that the vibe of this went from serious storytelling to a memey laidback sorta thing damn it)

(oh well i’ll roll with it)

not knowing what to do now that there wasn’t much to talk about, you brought out your earphones and decided to listen to some music to pass the time

calming music, such as a song with nine glorious men singing and some bed squeaking in the background

(i’ll let you guess what song i’m talking about)

you let your head bop to the song as you looked out to the sea port twenty metres in front of you, watching the dark waters ripple

11:48 pm

the next time you turned on your phone to see how many minutes left you had become a third wheeler

quite the strong third wheeler might i add

a few moments after the first song you were listening to finished, your good friend yuta had joined you and y/f/n because his other friends were “too rowdy”

but as soon as he saw the bottles he said “gimme”

so you were sitting there (barbecue sauce on my-) with two just barely sober adults acting like complete children

you had to wrestle out of y/f/n’s koala hug around your waist and escape yuta’s chin noogie to grab your phone

“oh for fuck’s sake” father why have you foresaken me

when you finished preparing yourself for another possible 27 minutes of torture, you turned around to see yuta and y/f/n throwing themselves at each other, singing like magpies

“wE wIsh yOU A mErrY chrIstmAsssss aNd a hAppY nEw yeeeEeAArr!!1!” they then took the opportunity to laugh, squeal and kiss the hecc out of each other’s cheeks

you knew that your friend was absolute shit at singing, but yuta was a whole different story good lord

you thought he was good???

maybe just when he hasn’t had a few drinks

you stared at the two dolphins then promptly stood up and sat down behind them because you had to make sure they didn’t do anything more than whatever the hell this was

not like it could get any worse

you could feel the gazes of pity the others were sending you, but frankly you didn’t care

before, you couldn’t wait for the new year to come, but now you were more eager than ever

someone please save my poor soul

11:59 pm

“yEEEE BOI a minute left!”

eleven minutes have passed and the final 60 seconds of the year were being counted down

you were less excited for the new year and more excited for the end of your chaperoning being closer

all you had to do was get through the firework display, watch the adorable couple in front of you until the bar and let them do what they want (there were sure to be other friends who were willing to let them join in)

it seemed like a simple, solid plan! :D

before you knew it, yuta and y/f/n had already started counting down from 15, so might as well start now

“13, 12, 11, 10...”

you took a glance at y/f/n, who grinned back at you and threw their arm around your shoulder

“7, 6, 5, 4, 3...” here we go

“1 - happy new year!!”

it was at this moment you realised that your eardrums were incapable of tolerating the two dolphins beside you

sINCE WHEN WAS YUTA ABLE TO SCREAM THAT LOUD AND HIGH THIS IS IMPOSSIBLE

yay to starting the new year with loud friends screaming like there’s no tomorrow amiright

you had trouble focusing on the fireworks to the point you could only hear most of the big ones

that’s how hard it was to be next to them but oh well

marvelling at the city skyline, the fireworks seeming like entirely new stars, you began having very deep thoughts

the typical ones, such as “ what will 2019 bring?”, “what will i be like by the end of the year?” and “will i be happy with someone?”

you had asked the exact same things when 2017 shifted to 2018 and found that you actually had an answer for all of them

2018 brought some crappy stuff but also some good stuff to balance that out

you were still sort of the same, because every time something major came up you only changed a bit then went back to normal

and you weren’t with anyone yet, which you had expected

but a little birdy on your shoulder said, “then get with someone in 2019! make it a new year’s resolution!”

your eyebrows furrowed at the thought, but you decided to focus on the sky for now

because since when did you ever make or follow new year’s resolutions?

12:16 am

“12:16 okay then”

turns out you didn’t consider the walk to the bar part of your chaperoning

by the time the display ended, yuta and y/f/n could walk, but not without wobbling and intense laughter

so guess who had to make sure they could at least make the trip to the bar?

“um, are you sure you don’t want to go home yet?”

“nah, i caan’t, my sister was meaant to be at home-!”- y/f/n stumbled a bit but you caught them before they fell - “-but she’s not, and i can’t beeee home by myselfff”

no wonder

here, you were struggling to keep the both of them propped up as you walked along the road, so there was bound to be a slip up

“you should’ve seen their face! haHA-!” yuta laughed a little too hard and nearly fell over his own feet, prompting you to panic and scramble to keep him from falling to the ground

“oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit-!”

but you didn’t need to because someone else already beat you to it!

sighing in relief, you looked up to see none other than the great qian kun putting yuta’s arm around his shoulder

he looked over to you gaping at him and smiled that warm smile that looked like it was sculpted by the gods

wow he looks great in this lighting

you were always attracted to kun, ever since you two began talking after stopping a full blown war between doyoung and ten

he appeared so soft and kind to you and you two seemed to have a lot in common

so naturally you hit it off

because who doesn’t love kun? :D

“you’re welcome?” oh shit i didn’t just stare at him for that long did i

“oh - sorry - thanks for that” nice going there y/n you idiot

kun just chuckled and hefted his drunk friend as he started walking, you doing the same

it became comfortably silent as your group made their way down the street and turned left into a reasonably sized bar, which as surprisingly not that busy

you set y/f/n down on a chair that thankfully had a tall enough back to keep them up and sat down next to them, exhaling

kun patted yuta’s back and went to sit down next to you

laying your head on the counter, you thought of striking up a conversation with kun

so, instead of saying things like “happy new year”, “thanks for helping me” or even “they’re hard to deal with anyway”, you just said “woah.”

yEAH AGAIN NICE GOING THERE Y/N

“‘woah’? what’s ‘woah’?” he responded, taking on a teasing, motherly tone

you could hear the grin in his voice

you panicked and stammered some illegible words before you could actually speak

“i meant like, woah, that was exhausting, they made things real hard and all that…”

then you thought of something brilliant

you took out your phone and googled “woah”, only to find that it wasn’t spelled w-o-a-h but instead meant to be w-h-o-a

you frowned but typed “whoa meaning” instead and showed the definition to kun

all the while still laying on the mahogany-coloured counter

to your surprise, he rolled his eyes, laughed and ruffled your hair

“that was a really bad joke but you’re lucky i have the same sense of humor” his laugh was infectious so you had to smile

then he asked, “are you okay? not too tired?”

sitting up, you put your phone back in your pocket

“nah, my arms just ache, but it’s fine.” your polite smile suddenly grew into a wide smirk. “thanks for worrying, mum”

“i’m not a mum!” his expression made you have the sudden urge to burst into endless chuckles

in the corner of your eye, you could see ten, doyoung and johnny elbowing each other, pointing at you and kun and singing “kiss the girl”

you then had the sudden urge to throw some hands

kun (obviously) overheard them and sighed

“why are they like this”

“i wish i knew”

you and kun talked some more, random topics like how uni was going for you, how his singing was, how your book was going, all that jazz

with some playful banter and the occasional jokes that made you laugh so hard your back hurt

“kun loving puns and dad jokes? a coincidence?”

“i only laugh at them to make you feel better!”

“gasp! how dare you!”

“only joking, y/n!”

while you two giggled, y/f/n suddenly turned to you and said, “i think yuta and i will be fine here…”

you stopped and looked back at them, concerned

“you sure?”

“we’ll just go sit with the boys over there-!” a hiccup. “-it’ll be fine!” then, it hit you

is this bitch trying to play matchmaker

you grumbled “i’m not sure…” but then kun spoke up

“yeah, sure, that’s fine,” when you gave him a quizzical look, he added on, “as much as i don’t trust johnny, doyoung and ten, at least it’s not just the two of them?”

he phrased it as a question instead of a statement, his voice getting higher by each word spoken

you pondered over this

well, he’s not wrong

you exhaled in defeat, saying “fine, go ahead”

y/f/n grinned at you and gave a knowing wink before dragging yuta over to the three boys

two of whom were busy flirting to each other and the other one third wheeling

you raised your eyebrows up and down at them before turning back to kun, who was looking outside

“so,” you started, causing him to look at you, “are you sure you want yuta and y/f/n wreaking havoc with those three?” you nodded in the group’s direction

kun stayed silent for a bit, then said “yeah, i’m sure. it kinda looked like you needed a break from them.”

“true. there’s only so much you can take.” kun chuckled at that and looked outside again

it went silent, but in stark contrast to the vibe of the walk leading to the bar, it was very awkward

too awkward to handle

so you took the opportunity to debate with yourself whether or not you should study kun

damn what if he looks at me though i’m not really risking that

but how can you not look at him? and what’s there to talk about?

it’s not worth the embarrassment

look-

at-

him

you were about to take a quick glance, but then kun spoke

“besides, i want to show you something”

once again, another puzzled look

“if you don’t mind, of course”

without another thought, you said “sure.”

“really? you’re okay with it?” you smiled at kun’s eagerness

“yeah, might as well, now that we don’t have anyone to watch over.” kun grinned and stood up, making sure to push in his chair (we love a polite king)

you two were about to walk out the door when you looked at a certain group three tables away from you

johnny and ten were still flirting and yuta and y/f/n were still laughing

but this time, doyoung wasn’t a third wheeler anymore, because a man who looked younger than him was having a somewhat civilised conversation with doyoung

you elbowed kun and made him look at them and made sure doyoung, johnny and ten saw you before both mouthing, “sha la la la la la my, oh, my~”

you took a mental screenshot of their faces before you and kun cackled your way out of the bar

12:47 am

“what are you planning on showing me?”

the two of you had been walking and talking for a while now, but kun still didn’t say what he was going to show you

you were waiting patiently, expecting him to eventually tell you, but you gave in

“it’s a surprise~” he said in a sing-song voice, which slightly irritated you

“i know that it’s at the docks, because that’s where we’re heading,” you gave him a light nudge with your arm. “so might as well tell me now!”

he stubbornly shook his head. “i refuse to tell you until you see it.”

pouting, you crossed your arms and muttered under your breath, “you’re lucky you’re adorable.”

to your relief, he didn’t hear you, because he laughed at your pout and pressed on

you lightly scoffed and picked up your pace so that you could walk alongside him

“can i at least have one clue?” you begged

“uh uh.”

“pleeeaaassee?” he looked at your hopeful smile and rolled his eyes

“fine,” you yelled “yes!” a little too loud, making people stare at you. “your clue is…

“...it’s big and sparkly.” you gave him a look showing that you weren’t impressed

“wow, kun, what a descriptive and totally-not-vague clue! i am sure to get it now!”

kun grumbled, “you sound like doyoung,” before remembering something

“don’t tell me the answer until we get there!” he quickly said, receiving yet another puzzled look. “so that i can give you the benefit of the doubt to make it all the more exciting! it’ll be fun!”

you in turn muttered, “well, you sound like y/f/n, and fine. i don’t wanna ruin the surprise. you look real enthusiastic about it too” he smiled gratefully before leaving you to do your thinking

thinking about that smile :)))))

damn his smile always gets me grrrrr

you pulled your mind away from kun’s personality and tried to think of a place with the clue “big and sparkly”

two came to your mind, the big ferris wheel and the big floating silver christmas tree out on the water

they’re both big and sparkly, but you couldn’t predict which one he was going to take you to

you were hoping the ferris wheel, but you just had to wait and see

“think of any places yet?” you jolted so hard, you threw your phone up accidentally

don’t worry, you caught it

kun looked at you, his eyebrows showing worry but his eyes glinting. “you okay?”

very nice going there y/n, how many more times will you mess up??

and my face feels like it’s on fire oh good lord

“i’m fine, just got scared,” you had to take a breather before you put your phone in your pocket - where it should’ve been in the first place, but your dumb ass decided to hold it - and gave kun a thumbs up

he gave a thumbs up back and said, “surprised you didn’t scream.”

biting back a retort, you replied. “rude.” you sunk your hands deeper into your pockets. “and as for your question, yes, i did think of a place or two”

“good, because we’re getting close now”

you turned a corner and saw both the floating tree and the ferris wheel come into view

the ferris wheel carriages were lighting up one after the other, making it look like a loading symbol (great comparison there) from afar

a pretty and romantic loading symbol

while the christmas tree was dazzling, the rainbow lights getting brighter and dimmer like a pulsing star

while you two waited for the pedestrian light to turn green, kun said to you, “when we make it to the other side, make sure to close your eyes and keep them closed until i say so”

“let me guess, to ‘make it all the more exciting’?” he grinned and nodded

“yup”

you did as what he had told, closing your eyes and relying on kun to guide you the right way

“i swear to god if you push me off the pier i will drag you down with me”

“now you sound like ten, but don’t worry, i won’t,” he gently pushed you away from an upcoming obstacle. “thanks for thinking so highly of me.”

“no problem, mum” you grinned victoriously when you heard a heavy sigh

you knew you were close to the water when you smelled less alcohol and more salty sea water

“are we there yet?” you asked impatiently. you couldn’t be bothered to be patient anymore

kun said, “waaait,” and guided you a bit to the left. “there! now you can open your eyes.”

“finally, i was wondering when- holy shit.”

it wasn’t the ferris wheel that you were hoping that he’d show you, but it was something you decided was way more worth it

the floating silver christmas tree towered over you both, and it looked like it was the brightest and most colourful thing for kilometres (or miles, you choose)

coloured lines streamed down from the top to the bottom, like a very pink, purple and blue waterfall, while stage lights at the bottom smoothly changed from red to orange to yellow and more

it also reminded you of the windows screen when you used it for the first time (if that even makes sense?)

white light shone from beneath the many large stars decorating the tree, making them pop, and the wind revealed that the tree wasn’t made of smooth silver metal, but silver sequins that showed the water ripples and waves from below

the star at the top was the most intensely bright of them all, with a rainbow outline and a gold center

needless to say, it was pretty darn beautiful for a sight that would otherwise hurt your eyes

you stood there with your mouth wide open, looking like a pathetic fish, and almost missed what kun was saying

“i wasn’t sure if you would like the ferris wheel or the tree, but then i found out that the ferris wheel would be closed today, so i just chose this,” you felt his gaze shift onto you, and you tried not to get flustered. “do you like it?”

you took a moment before you spoke. “yes, i really like it a lot,” the view was that breathtaking it took away your ability to talk like a proper adult. you turned to him and gave a smile, trying to make it look as genuine as you could. “thanks for bringing me here, kun.”

he gave you an equally big grin and said, “you’re welcome. glad you like it too.” he turned back to look at the tree, and you did the same

but not without sneaking a glance at him in all his ethereal beauty

kun never failed to surprise you, whether it be showing you a very rainbow tree, being so kind and trusting or just being himself

your mind floated back to the three questions you had asked yourself earlier, “what will 2019 bring?”, “what will i be like at the end of the year?” and “will i be happy with someone?” and the new year’s resolution you made

you took another look at kun then whispered under your breath, “huh.

“guess i am on the way to completing one.”

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cobythinks · 5 years

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L.A.W. AU

Hey’all I’ve started posting another AU on Ao3 and Wattpad - but Tumblr’s format for more than one chapter fics really stresses me out, so I’m not putting it here. I will give you the link, and I’ll post my character designs below the cut!!

Also is going to be a series, the first book is called Love and War

Here’s Wattpad

Here’s Ao3

Love and War Summary:

Roman has bad luck when it comes to love. With his first serious boyfriend rejecting his full identity, and the second one rejecting him as a whole, he has the bad habit of sticking around until it's much too late to split up naturally and safely. He thinks the third time is the charm when he meets three boyfriends and falls in love almost immediately. But his bad luck comes to light once again when one of them becomes another person when they’re alone. Will he manage to find a way out, or will he just get pulled deeper into a toxic relationship he never wanted? WARNINGS: unsympathetic Patton, toxic/abusive morince, general whumpy angstiness

Character designs are down there \/ \/ \/ \/

Roman Tower

Protagonist (main character-ish it's only in his POV but still 3rd person idk okay). Is a writer and actor, but mainly becomes a young adult author as he graduates college (y'all will see). Works at a bookstore for most of this book, is an obnoxious sweetheart. He always says 'it could be worse' and this gets him into some... not great situations (you all read the summary before entering you know what I mean.) Suffers from PTSD (from previous relationships, and his brother committing suicide when they were teenagers), PTSD nightmares (different from other nightmares I done research) and struggles with self-harm.

He's five feet short, he's got the curly red hair, pale skin, freckles, green eyes, skinny look going for him and always wears either a baseball tee or a jacket because his upper arms are very scarred from self-harm,

Cisgender, sex-repulsed/sex-negative asexual, gayromantic, hopeless romantic tbh, and polyamorous

Remy Smith

is Roman's best friend from the very start of the book (maybe queerplatonic but they don't really label it). Is a therapist, obsessed with coffee and kindof a bitch when he isn't with his clients (he's not gonna be mean guys chill). Gets kinda pissed at Roman for letting life get to him like it does, but is really just super protective of his boy and would literally kill anyone who hurts Roman. (oof)

five feet and a few inches - idk he's taller than Roman - only buys clothes from thrift stores because he CAN and because money is a thing. Leather jackets, sunglasses, mismatched converse, etc. brown hair and brown eyes (dyes hair magenta in the second book but that's not finished yet). always has a latte and only takes his sunglasses off when things get serious or he's super upset.

Cisgender, aromantic, pansexual and a bit of a ho but like in a good way we luv him.

Logan Walker

First of the three that Roman meets - a complete sweetheart. a gentle giant. an old soul. however you say it, that's him. Loves learning ANYTHING!! is a computer programmer for his own website-building kinda company thing (idk how those work but he is the owner of it so it's FINE) that he started with Virgil! Is also a low-key badass - will NOT take any SHIT from ANYONE as he's dealt with enough shiz trying to be successful in this racist-ass world. was adopted as a baby, his moms are amazing.

Is black (mixed), six foot six, NOT a basketball player, gorgeous brown eyes, basically looks like Thomas's friend Leo with black hair that used to be in dreadlocks, but he cut it short after no one would take him seriously in a professional setting. Wears mostly polos, and sometimes a unicorn onesie for movie nights.

Cisgender, bisexual but leans more toward guys, polyamorous.

Virgil Tajelle

Is an emo mess but in the best way. Black is a personality trait. Graphic designer for his and Logans' company, and the one thing that isn't his emo aesthetic is his bright green phone case because he kept losing it in his drawers of darkness. Also a writer, but never publishes anything as he's too much of an anxious mess to do that. It actually the best hugger of any character in the book, and is secretly very muscular under his sweatshirts and shiz.

six feet tall, of Polynesian descent but has very pretty gray eyes, dyes his hair purple because he can, always wears black and SOMETIMES a maroon beanie but its mostly black.

Transgender, demi-sexual, gay, polyamorous.

Patton Steele

Get ready to hate Patton from this universe. The guys a dick. Not gonna lie. he's the worst in this fic. if you don't like unsympathetic Patton, this ain't for you. Check out some of my other stories tho cuz I love Patt tbh. Acts like a complete ball of sunshine around almost everyone - until he wants something*coughsexcough* and is refused. Thinks very highly of himself, and believes he is always right. Teaches middle school history.

Five foot six-ish. Blond. white, blue eyes. a bit chubby and soft looking which does not make it seem like he's any less of a puffball angel even though he is NOT

Cisgender, gay, polyamorous.

#sanders sides #fanfiction #sanders sides fanfiction #Human AU #tw #Roman #Logan #Patton #Virgil #Remy #LAMP #Analogince #loganxpattonxvirgil #toxic morince #Unsympathetic Patton #angst #Whump #my writing #my art

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thisweekingundamwing · 5 years

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This Week in Gundam Wing 10-16 February 2019

Here’s this week’s roundup!

Remember to give your content creators some love! And join in on the events at the bottom!

~Mod Hel

Fanfiction/Snippets/AU Ideas:

@anaranesindanarie

Happy Not Valentine’s Day https://archiveofourown.org/works/17776349

Trowa Barton/Duo Maxwell

Valentine’s Day, Gundam Boys use Heero as a pain measurement scale, Teasing, SO MUCH TEASING, Just do it already - Freeform, tiny bit of smut at the end, fluff?, gw valentine event 2019

Duo doesn’t see the point in Valentine’s Day.

@burningwreckage

Lucifer https://archiveofourown.org/works/17777351

Duo Maxwell/Heero Yuy

Duo Maxwell, Heero Yuy, Trowa Barton, Quatre Raberba Winner

Cats, Sappy Ending, Valentine's Day, Post-Canon, GW Valentine’s Event 2019

For Valentine's Day. Duo wants a pet, but Heero is hesitant.

@doctormegalomania

Eldritch Holiday (Creature of the Night) https://archiveofourown.org/works/17802668/chapters/42002303

Duo Maxwell/Heero Yuy, Trowa Barton/Quatre Raberba Winner

Heero Yuy, Duo Maxwell, Trowa Barton, Quatre Raberba Winner, Chang Wufei, Lady Une, Sally Po

Horror, Body Horror, Occult, Comedy, Eventual Romance, Post-Break Up

There’s something wrong with Happiness. Duo doesn’t know what, and he’s determined to find out. The rest of the Gundam Pilots tag along to make sure he doesn’t get himself killed.

@duointherain

Beneath (Ch. 2) http://duointherain.tumblr.com/post/182706019769/beneath-2

disclaimer: I don’t own ‘Gundam Wing’. I also don’t own ‘Beneath’ which is a Syfy B movie I just watched and this story really doesn’t go with that one much. Monster in the water… it’s a common B movie trope. Corvis is mine though. He gets a copyright date of 2018

Note 1: So it’s a get together. There are elements of 1/R, ¾, and ½, there might even be a 2/R kiss in there, but in the end it’s ½, cuz that’s where my heart is.

Over a bullhorn, ancient ass technology, someone asked, “State your name and intentions!”

Beneath: An L2 Girl http://duointherain.tumblr.com/post/182780760504/beneath-an-l2-girl

Notes: This was just a sudden thought. As will all my work… canon? What canon? Though I hope my characterizations are good. And I think I need a bowl of ice cream. I’m nervous to write a female pov. Also! I got up to 51 subscribers on my favorite original work today. So… Let’s see if I can do this thing! And now that I’ve done it… I hope it’s okay :)

Warnings: Graphic violence and death

Notes: beginnings of 1x2, this is set at least half a year after Beneath

She crouched behind a file cabinet, heart racing, her phone pressed to her cheek, a hand over it to hide the light. “Come on, come on! Answer the phone.”

Small Thing based off of clip http://duointherain.tumblr.com/post/182754323059/optimysticals-lyrangalia-tflatte

Oh man.. this is going to be a story.. .and it’s Duo in a prom tux and Relena in that pink confection of a dress that are going to do it!

Then I can see them sitting on the roof as he teaches her how to smoke and they talk about Heero’s ass…

Beneath (Ch. 1) http://duointherain.tumblr.com/post/182702825024/beneath-1

Note 1: So it’s a get together. There are elements of 1/R, ¾, and ½, there might even be a 2/R kiss in there, but in the end it’s ½, cuz that’s where my heart is.

Note: If you want to see my original stuff, it’s at www.themoonspermission.com

“This isn’t a ship,” Duo said, staring down at the rowboat. “It’s more like one of Q’s tea service bullshit things.”

@gundayum

Courage https://archiveofourown.org/works/17776919/chapters/41945657

Duo Maxwell/Hilde Schbeiker, Relena Peacecraft/Heero Yuy

Duo Maxwell, Hilde Schbeiker, Heero Yuy

To Catty her father is a legendary hero, at least the version of him in her head. When war breaks out in her own backyard she defies her parents wishes and joins the rebellion, forcing Duo and Hilde back into combat to try and get her back.

harotype

Hearts In Space, Mk-II https://archiveofourown.org/works/17788157

Quatre Raberba Winner/Heero Yuy

GW Valentine’s Event 2019, Snark, Tea, Canon Compliant, discussion of consensual violence, references to things that happened elsewhere, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Empathy, Newtypes (Gundam Wing), Newtypes, Newtypes (in general)

On the first February 14 after the formation of the ESUN, and having very little awareness of Valentine's Day on a personal level, Quatre R. Winner receives a few things even he had no idea he was getting— all courtesy of one visitor.

@helmistress

Curious Quat https://archiveofourown.org/works/17804942

Quatre Raberba Winner/Heero Yuy

GW Valentine's Event 2019, Cocktail Friday, Valentine's Day, V-day dates, Fluff, Snark, really bad jokes

Quatre takes his new boyfriend on a date for Valentine's Day.

@lemontrash

If It’s Raining https://archiveofourown.org/works/17788334

Trowa Barton/Duo Maxwell

GW Valentine’s Event 2019, Sex, Kissing in the Rain, Friends to Lovers, Sex Is Fun, Accidental Relationship, Emotional Warmth, Fluff and Smut, Feel-good

It was not that they had intended to sleep together, it was just boredom and, in part, the weather. Interminable rain. Days of it, ruining the holiday. It makes the trailer a claustrophobic little tin but going out is too much of an effort.

Sprawled out full length on the couch, the resources of their four magazines and the deck of 51 cards exhausted, Duo says, as a by the by, “Hey. Do you wanna fuck?”

@lifeaftermeteor

Saturday Snippet https://lifeaftermeteor.tumblr.com/post/182857318662/winner-family-compound-l4-v05001-30-december-210

Winner Family Compound

L4-V05001

30 December 210

@miss-m-muses

Why Duo Does Not Like Valentine’s Day https://archiveofourown.org/works/17814422

Duo Maxwell/Heero Yuy

Duo Maxwell, Hilde Schbeiker, Heero Yuy

Valentine's Day Fluff, Cliche, Drabble, GW Valentine's Event 2019

“...it’s just a pointless commercial holiday designed with the intention to sell chocolates, greeting cards and flowers,” Duo complained as he picked at the remains of the crusty cheese on his plate.

@offspringchick29

An Imperfect but Perfect Valentines Day https://archiveofourown.org/works/17790569

Duo Maxwell & Heero Yuy, Duo Maxwell & Original Character(s)

Valentine's Day, Valentine's Day Fluff, Single Parents, Heero tries to be a good dad, Father - Daughter bonding, Valentine's Day plans fall apart

It’s Valentine’s Day and like most people, Heero has plans for the evening. But, what happens when your plans get thrown out the window because your child gets sick at school and you need to play the part of dad while your “date” made plans elsewhere because she felt you were taking your dad duties too seriously for her? You take it in stride and spend it with who actually is the most important girl in your life.

Fanart:

@cedesdraws

http://cedesdraws.tumblr.com/post/182693915575/that-moment-when-you-suddenly-find-yourself

Duo Maxwell

http://cedesdraws.tumblr.com/post/182744044895/did-anyone-ask-for-modern-versions-of-the-gundam

Trowa, WuFei, Duo, Quatre, & Heero

@chemicalcrush

https://chemicalcrush.tumblr.com/post/182821076715/now-i-am-become-death-the-destroyer-of-worlds

Deathscythe, Model

@christianmswanson

http://christianmswanson.tumblr.com/post/182418492074/heavyarms-build-pt-1-saying-bye-bye-to-the-red

Heavyarms parts, Model (WIP)

http://christianmswanson.tumblr.com/post/182703653579/heavyarms-build-pt-2-i-havent-touched-this-thing

Heavyarms build, Model (WIP)

@duointherain

http://duointherain.tumblr.com/post/182862729059

Duo Maxwell

GW Valentine’s Event 2019

http://duointherain.tumblr.com/post/182755273884

Beneath - Duo & Relena

@gundayum

https://gundayum.tumblr.com/post/182773919146/youre-gonna-regret-giving-her-that-pop-tart

Duo Maxwell & A Kiddo

https://gundayum.tumblr.com/post/182793650851/uh-happy-valentines-day-i-guess?is_related_post=1#notes

Duo & Hilde

https://gundayum.tumblr.com/post/182841289551/so-im-writing-my-fic-with-the-intention-of-having#notes

Duo & Hilde

@heytherechief

http://heytherechief.tumblr.com/post/182713562646/operation-meteor

Quatre, Duo, Heero, WuFei, & Trowa

@noartificialfruitjuice

http://noartificialfruitjuice.tumblr.com/post/182855375886/zechs-is-not-a-consistent-man-by-anymeans-but-he

Zechs/Noin

GW Valentine’s Event 2019

@seitou

http://seitou.tumblr.com/post/182749381130/heero-fidgeted-with-the-box-behind-hind-his-back

Heero/Trowa

GW Valentine’s Event 2019

@vegalume

http://vegalume.tumblr.com/post/182835162485/clear-picture

Duo/Heero

Cosplay:

@lifeaftermeteor

https://lifeaftermeteor.tumblr.com/post/182852730504/yeah-motherfucking-gundam-wing-skit-at-katsucon-to

KatsuCon, some random lovelies LAM saw.

Photosets/Screenshots:

@ransomedbard

https://ransomedbard.tumblr.com/post/182775984828/incorrectgundamwingquotes-zechs-look-noin-you

@incorrectgundamwingquotes

Zechs & Noin

https://ransomedbard.tumblr.com/post/182751527088/incorrectgundamwingquotes-hilde-manga-lied-to

@incorrectgundamwingquotes

Hilde & Duo

Head Canons:

@lifeaftermeteor

https://lifeaftermeteor.tumblr.com/post/182835578194

Quatre Raberba Winner

@offspringchick29

https://www.pillowfort.io/posts/497749

Heero Yuy, Duo Maxwell, Serena Yuy (OC)

Chats/Discussions:

@lemontrash

https://lemontrash.tumblr.com/post/182707931319/ms-gundam-a-different-side-of-the-story

MS Gundam: A Different Side of the Story

World building things.

Quotes/Dialogues:

@incorrectgundamwingquotes

https://incorrectgundamwingquotes.tumblr.com/post/182702396231/sally-lets-talk-about-wufeis-birthday-i-think

Sally, Quatre, Duo, Heero, & Trowa

https://incorrectgundamwingquotes.tumblr.com/post/182715086566/duo-leaving-for-a-mission-i-got-a-mission-wish

Duo, WuFei, & Heero

https://incorrectgundamwingquotes.tumblr.com/post/182720770959/quatre-nudges-trowa-awake-at-3-am-pretty-messed

Quatre

https://incorrectgundamwingquotes.tumblr.com/post/182730050777/wufei-duo-can-i-speak-to-you-for-a-minute-duo

WuFei & Duo

https://incorrectgundamwingquotes.tumblr.com/post/182787161965/quatre-i-mean-its-one-banana-duo-what-could

Quatre & Duo

https://incorrectgundamwingquotes.tumblr.com/post/182799667168/trowa-looking-at-his-wedding-photos-i-remember

Trowa & Heero

https://incorrectgundamwingquotes.tumblr.com/post/182809255131/duo-when-he-first-stayed-at-the-maxwell-church

Duo & Father Maxwell

https://incorrectgundamwingquotes.tumblr.com/post/182820926110/trowa-im-mysterious-but-not-on-purpose-trowa

Trowa

https://incorrectgundamwingquotes.tumblr.com/post/182698431287/wufei-so-is-this-thing-between-barton-and-winner

WuFei & Heero

https://incorrectgundamwingquotes.tumblr.com/post/182838526620/zechs-walks-in-on-heero-and-relena-making-out

Zechs

https://incorrectgundamwingquotes.tumblr.com/post/182851855808/trowa-i-might-have-depression-and-not-function

Trowa & Catherine

No Idea What To Put This Under:

@idkmybffflamingo

http://idkmybffflamingo.tumblr.com/post/182864441940/gundam-wing-episodes-re-titled-in-the-style-of

Gundam Wing episodes re-titled in the style of It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia – Episodes 41-49, plus Endless Waltz

There are 5 parts in all, this is the first one. (Hint: don’t try to actually go to their tumblr, tumblr hides it. Just use the ‘dash view’ thing if you can. You get the option to view it there.)

@lemontrash

https://lemontrash.tumblr.com/post/182846384084/radio-meteor-episode-six-party-night

Episode 6 of Radio Meteor

Calendar Events:

@acworldbuildingzine

FANDOM ZINE: RHYTHM GENERATION is accepting contributor applications through February 22!!

The collection will include a wide array of world building meta, articles, art, and graphics focused on science, politics, socio-economic matters, as well as art, aesthetics, and edits from the fandom’s resident experts and enthusiasts which highlight the creative dynamism that underpins the A.C. universe.

@gwcocktailfriday

Cocktail Fridays!

Post responses on Friday, during Happy Hour between 3 & 5 pm in your own timezone.

Here’s the prompt for Friday February 22nd! https://gwcocktailfriday.tumblr.com/post/182846644749/cocktail-friday-post-responses-on-friday-february

For those going to Pillowfort, find us here.

@our-summer-of-zechs

Summer of Zechs 2019 Ideas https://our-summer-of-zechs.tumblr.com/post/181628092091/we-appear-to-still-be-up-and-running-folks

Come let us know how long this summer’s event should last!

What Month is it? https://our-summer-of-zechs.tumblr.com/post/182355135746/what-month-is-it

Come vote on a month for the event to be hosted in!

Here’s the Pillowfort discussion.

#Gundam Wing #This Week in Gundam Wing #Weekly Roundup #10-16 February 2019 #GW Valentine's Event 2019 #thisweekingundamwing

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