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baiyubai · 6 months

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weilan university students!au anyone? I almost dumped this on the WIP stage but then @the-marron bribed me into finishing

the bribe is under the cut

Zhao Yunlan is barely awake this morning, which means that his awareness of anything leaves a lot to be desired. The fact that he managed to stumble into the right train with only minimal amounts of bumping into people is already far above Zhao Yunlan’s own expectations for today, so he feels excused that it took him an embarrassingly long while to notice he is being watched.

It's not exactly a new feeling, truth be told - Zhao Yunlan does attract attention, absolutely willingly and with intent, but he is fairly sure that his awake self is much more interesting than the zombie chewing on the lollipop in his mouth that he sees instead of his own reflection in the train’s window.

And yet. Someone is looking.

Subtlety is an art available only after noon in his experience, and so Zhao Yunlan looks around in a way that is as covert as he can make it - with dead stare and absolute lack of any finer thought marring his forehead, when he sees him - the Pretty One.

Zhao Yunlan has been aware of the Pretty One for a while now. He’s noticed him a few weeks ago when he was getting on the train with his eyes glued to a book in his hand. Zhao Yunlan's first thought was ‘oh, a nerd’. The second one was just ‘oh’, because the man raised his eyes to search for some space where he and his book would not be a bother, letting Zhao Yunlan see his face clearly.

And what a face it was.

Classic poets didn't know shit when they described otherworldly beauties because this guy is just perfect.

And now he is staring at Zhao Yunlan.

He is seated a bit away, by the window, staring at Yunlan rather unashamedly. Maybe he truly believes in the zombie impression and doesn't think he’s been noticed.

Maybe he is simply judging Zhao Yunlan's clothes - he is pretty sure he wore the same hoodie yesterday, and since apparently he and the Pretty One share their everyday commute to the university, he had to notice.

Well, it is the only one not stained with coffee, so the Pretty One would have to deal.

Trying to make this a bit less awkward, Zhao Yunlan looks down at the book in the guy's hand and almost jolts. Biology?

Shit. This one is smart.

Pretty, but out of Yunlan's league and most probably an asshole - all the sciency types were either assholes, or insane or both.

Well, better to check than regret, Zhao Yunlan thinks.

Even if he decides that Zhao Yunlan looks like an idiot.

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Zhao Yunlan looks as great as usual, Shen Wei decides, feeling heat in his cheeks and his neck.

Of course, he looks his best when he is animated and talking to his friends, surrounded by people who adore him, smiling and sharing his knowledge with a smile and a joke - Shen Wei sees him often on his way back from the tutoring sessions, after Zhao Yunlan leaves his own club. He’s never managed to come closer, intimidated by Zhao Yunlan's usual circle, and besides, in the evenings Shen Wei only shares a two stations-long ride with Zhao Yunlan, because of his job.

That's why Shen Wei prefers the mornings.

The mornings are just for them - they get on the same station and leave at the one closest to the university, parting ways when the crowd of other students swallows them and carries them towards the gates.

But before that, Zhao Yunlan is more often than not just within the reach. Today, he looks tired - there are shadows underneath his eyes and his gaze seems a bit unseeing: it’s stopped on Shen Wei, but there is no light of recognition, no surprise at some random guy watching him like he is the best part of his day, and so Shen Wei allows himself to look some more.

He cannot help but feel a bit worried - is it lack of sleep? Illness? He doesn't know.

He doesn't even know what Zhao Yunlan studies really, he didn't catch that when listening to the conversations for such a short time. All he knows is the other man’s name, his route, and the fact that the mere sight of him makes Shen Wei’s heart do stupid things.

It's plenty enough.

Shen Wei should look back to his book - the discussion will most likely rest on his shoulders again and he should be better prepared for Professor Ouyang’s questions, but his eyes refuse to move.

There is something thrilling in having Zhao Yunlan's attention, as illusory as it is. Shen Wei is not fooling himself here, he knows that Yunlan is looking past him, just letting his unfocused gaze rest on something, but even so, Shen Wei is glad to have this semblance of a contact.

With his coursework loaded as it is, with the tutoring sessions and the part-time job at the museum, Shen Wei doesn't have time to make friends.

All he has is this train ride and Zhao Yunlan's handsome profile.

He wonders what would happen if they talked. He probably wouldn't like Shen Wei much, losing interest after a few sentences, realising that Shen Wei is just as boring as he looks, but maybe he would smile before that? He would offer his name, a handshake maybe?

Something changes in Zhao Yunlan's eyes suddenly, and Shen Wei looks down onto his book immediately, feeling caught.

He feels Zhao Yunlan's gaze on himself for a long time, staring at the words without comprehension, but it's better than seeing accusation or disgust in Zhao Yunlan's eyes.

For the first time in forever, Shen Wei is glad that the train reaches the destination. He packs his book and adjusts his glasses, heading straight towards the door. He will not check if Zhao Yunlan is here.

Once outside, Shen Wei breathes a sigh of relief. He doesn't know where Zhao Yunlan is, but it's fine. He can observe him again in the evening after all, even if for a short while.

“Hello there,” someone behind his back says, making Shen Wei’s heart leap like a rabbit. He knows that voice. “Want to go together?”

When Shen Wei turns, he is faced with Zhao Yunlan's bright, friendly smile, the lollipop stick still in his mouth.

“Go?” He repeats dumbly.

The answer makes Zhao Yunlan chuckle.

“To the uni. I am conducting an experiment!”

Shen Wei blinks. People are milling around them in haste and some small part of his brain insists that they should move too, or they would be late, but that part seems not to be aware that Zhao Yunlan. Is. Talking. To Shen Wei.

“Ah. What is it?” He manages heroically, not stumbling on his words even once.

Zhao Yunlan grins.

“The ‘how many eye contact until date’ experiment.”

Shen Wei’s mind comes to a very violent halt.

#I invested all of my skill points into making a white line around characters and none into backgrounds #guardian #镇魂 guardian #weilan #shen wei #zhao yunlan #fic rec #my art

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rmd-writes · 8 months

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a love note (and some fics)

Sometimes I wonder if there's really anything bigger out there - the universe, some kind of higher power, fate - and then I think about how extremely lucky I am that I became obsessed with a certain tv show and its characters at just the right time so that I could befriend someone who then introduced me to a particular book at exactly the right time to fall in love with those characters as well. And then, because of my need to have more of those characters, I went looking for more stories about them at exactly the right time to meet a group of people (some of them together, some of them later, but that doesn't matter) who would go on to become my friends.

There must be something, right? To bring together a group of people who live in five to seven different time zones depending on the time of year. To create my safest spaces on the internet. To share not just our love for a book and its characters, but parts of our lives with each other. To have them all wedge themselves into the soft spaces of my heart and never leave.

I've been thinking about this a lot over the last two weeks, because those people conspired and collaborated to gift me a collection of 10 incredible fics for a milestone birthday (tomorrow!) - even though some of them haven't written fic for months and months, or don't write for this fandom at all anymore, or have recently been finding it hard to make words work and finish fics, or are just plain busy with other projects and life. That they took the time to find and make words for me means everything and more 💖💖

I've been absolutely overwhelmed with love these past 10 days (probably to the surprise of no one, I have cried at every single fic drop and I'm crying writing this now). So, I want to share the wonderful fics that they've written for me with you all because it's the least I can do to pay it forward and they're objectively stellar fics. If you haven't come across them already then you should definitely add them to your to read lists/open tabs/MFL. Please show my friends some love and read their work.

The Rae of Sunshine! collection, in order of publication (with my very short summaries):

Take It Back (4.2K) by @three-drink-amy

Henry is the head chef at a French restaurant and there's one patron who keeps sending his dishes back. How can they resolve this?

Dick, Dick Dick (You Down) (10.2K) by @everwitch-magiks

Alex runs the craft services trailer on the set of actor!Henry's latest movie. Is he the only person who sees behind the façade?

A deceptively soft story, given the title.

Precious Love (1.3K) by floatingaway4

The fluffiest follow up to one of my favourite AUs Amigos y Migas (aka the food truck au).

Midnight ice cream (5.8K) by @the-amber-fox

Emotional support Cornettos? More likely than you think.

Make it Right (5.3K) by @three-drink-amy (that's right, Ally wrote me TWO FICS)

A rogue little Tarlos fic in amongst the firstprince - a post-season 1 canon divergence that sees TK working in a taco truck while he finds his feet.

a taste of life (7.4K) by @indomitable-love

A journey through Henry's life, told through food. (This one is not my summary, indomitablelove already summed it up perfectly)

Risotto + Melanzane + Dolce (a love story) (16.8K) by @villiageidiot

Alex starts working at an Italian restaurant and is terrible at his job. Somehow, Henry doesn't seem to mind.

Cursed is a State of Mind (WIP) by @welcometololaland & @dustratcentral

A 5 + 1 treatise on cursed coffee consumption.

12 Year Starter (6.6K) by @clottedcreamfudge

When Pez can't make it to Henry's Michelin-star birthday dinner, he arranges for Henry's friend, Alex, to take his place. Featuring CCF's signature banter and fun, and a menu that I wish was real.

Pour Your He(art) Out (WIP) by @athousandrooms

A 5+1 ode to latte art (featuring actual art!)

You can find the entire collection here on Ao3.

#rae gets sappy #i have the best friends #fandom friends are the best friends #rwrb fic rec #tarlos fic rec #rwrb fic #firstprince fic #red white & royal blue fic #tarlos fic #rae of sunshine

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artsyunderstudy · 4 months

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WIP Wednesday

Good morning! Hope everyone is surviving the first week of January. I'm still riding the high of finally finishing a fic which I have been struggling with since completing Someone Wicked so. Can I get a woop woop? Sharing a little bit of that today since I'm genuinely really happy with it. And I also shared some more of my two other definitely not abandoned WIP projects as well.

Also, quick COC update: I will finish my prompt list for sure, but I'm taking a quick, necessary break, so it might not be for a minute. But rest assured, there are some more fic recs and illustrations incoming.

Enjoy!

One December Night (Read on AO3)

“You’re impossible, Simon Snow.” That makes me smile, the way he says it, the way he keeps talking to me, looking at me. [...] I touch his jaw and draw my thumb over his bottom lip. My wings make a red canopy above our bodies. “Show me your fangs,” I say quietly, rubbing the edge of his mouth. For a moment his hips still, and he looks properly scared. I don’t want that. I kiss him the way I kissed him at the market, slow and full of things I’m still not sure I can say out loud. “I want all of you. Not only halves.”

Close Your Eyes

“I don’t have to tell you everything,” Baz says coldly. “You don’t, but you’re doing a shit job at pretending to be okay and I’m sick with fucking nerves every time I wake up in the middle of the night to you gone. I didn’t like it at Watford and I like it well fucking less now.” “Simon—” “Christ, I just need to understand. Because you’re—because I’ve been trying. Right? I’ve been trying. But I don’t know what to do.” “I know you have. I just … I can’t.” “Can’t what?” “Talk. About this. I just …” He’s a lump under the blankets, shoulders hunched, knees up, chin tucked low. I could cover his whole body with mine. “I can’t.”

Sober

I’m not surprised when I shuffle out of my room at half ten only to immediately trip over his mess. Cold tea left sitting in the middle of the floor for fuck’s sake. The ceramic rattling across the hardwood and my muttered curses startle Snow from his supine position on the sofa where he apparently took up camp while I slept in. Crouching to retrieve the cup, I huff audibly as I notice it’s one of my growing collection of Twilight-themed mugs, his idea of a running joke since we lived in student housing. This one says ‘This is the skin of a killer, Bella’ and it’s covered in sparkles. Some get stuck to my skin every time I handle it. (Which would be never, if I had the choice, but it’s the closest thing I’ll probably ever get to a gift from Snow so I can’t actually bear to throw it out.) (Or the rest of them, for that matter.)

Tags under the cut!

@imagineacoolusername @martsonmars @valeffelees @bazzybelle @ileadacharmedlife @aristocratic-otter @urban-sith @letraspal @palimpsessed @whatevertheweather @nightimedreamersworld @carryonsimoncarryonbaz @raenestee @erzbethluna @confused-bi-queer @moodandmist @yeonjunenby @shrekgogurt @thewholelemon @whogaveyoupermission @onepintobean @ebbpettier @orange-peony @theearlgreymage @ic3-que3n @captain-aralias @fatalfangirl @prettygoododds @stitchyqueer @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @forabeatofadrum @ivelovedhimthroughworse @mysterioussheep @rimeswithpurple @c0nsumemy5oul @facewithoutheart @hushed-chorus @blackberrysummerblog @larkral @j-nipper-95 @alexalexinii @iamamythologicalcreature @supercutedinosaurs @wellbelesbian @that-disabled-princess @cutestkilla @youarenevertooold @emeryhall @best--dress

#tried to find a nice variety of tones for these excerpts #we have a taste of soft monsterfucking #some domestic angst #and even an attempt at humor #*slaps the top of my ao3*#this babys got everything #artsyfic #snowbaz fic #wip wednesday

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flowertrigger · 11 days

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Favourite Line Game

Rules: share your favorite lines or paragraph you’ve written from your fics, posted or wip.

Thank you for tagging me @a-noble-dragon 💚🐉💚

one week is seven days too long

Patrick is on knees and elbows, forehead resting on the bed as if supplicating to the gods or David himself. His generous ass is high in the air waiting, waiting.

[Sorry this is just 4k of porn.]

in finding myself, i found you

Patrick brings his hands up from David’s hips, the silky material of his blouse whispers under his palms, and settles on his warm back clutching him even tighter. Their hips are in sync, just shy of full on grinding as they move to the heavy beat. As they shift and sway, Patrick loses himself in David’s arms, surrounded by his smell, his heat, his body. It isn’t until he hears David whisper his name that he realises.

He’s aroused.

He’s so hard that he can feel himself pressing against David’s thigh. Heat of a different kind shoots through him, his face aflame with embarrassment as he ceases all movement. Fuck, they’ve only been dancing for mere moments. What must David think of him? A pitiful, small town boy with his first sexual experience.

“Oh my god, David. I’m so sorry,” he chokes out, throat tight with shame. His hands quickly leave David’s back as he tries to step away but David holds tight.

[I still can't believe I wrote something this long. I know it's peanuts compared to most people but it's a lot for me.]

silent in the summer air with you

“Wh-where did the lube come from?” He stutters. Firm fingers drum unrelentingly on his prostate, stealing his breath and heating his skin.

“Pocket. I’ve been carrying it around all day. Statistically, if I fuck you in the morning you usually want it again before the day is done.” He’s so matter of fact about it, like he’s talking about stock rotation at work. David cannot believe this is his life.

“Statistically?” He squawks objectionably. If he doesn’t nip this in the bud now who knows how far Patrick will take it. “Are you seriously talking about statistics while you’re three knuckles deep in me?”

[The idea of Patrick carrying around anticipatory lube is v amusing to me.]

dessert

“Use your words, honey.”

He can’t.

There’s a gag in his mouth, suffocating and subduing.

His lips stretch too thin, jaw locked too tight.

Saliva drips from his chin and pools between his sore knees.

I'll no pressure tag @ramonaflow @beaiola @chelle-68 @jamilas-pen @smallumbrella369

@mostlyinthemorning @obsessedwithdavrick @trickiwooao3 if they have any favourites they'd like to share. 🖤🤍

It took me a week to feel comfortable doing this. The conflicting emotions between pride and amazement that I actually finished writing something with the crippling fear of being so shit actually, is so strong that picking favourite parts of my stories is a lot. You know when you see someone proud about something that objectively is in fact really bad and you're just embarrassed for them? That's how I feel. Why am I like this?

#writing tag game #my fics #schitt's creek fic #sc fanfic #david x patrick

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tired0artist · 3 months

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| ascended astarion x tav |

okay so, @themoonatmingitaw animatic rules my brain. and so here's a little wip, that i did in these past few days. it's not finished and i have no idea if this will become a fic, but i'd love to hear your thoughts!

also english is not my first language! and so there might be some mistakes, as it's also a raw version.

Tav = Tavarra (gave her a name, cause I've seen people do that)

WARNINGS: dark astarion, slavery, abuse

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Tavarra had a porcelain doll once. It sat on a bookshelf in her room, with shiny cheeks and pretty dress in a perfect condition, as young Tavarra did her best to dust her everyday. Throughout the years, the doll remained on that bookshelf and as Tavarra grew, she stopped dusting her as often.

She still loved her dear porcelain doll, it was hers was it not?

So as the years passed, the dust lingered and the doll was no longer as beautiful as it once was. Then, as Tavarra left her home, the doll’s fate became nothing but a stray thought, as it sat on the shelf, all alone. Forgotten with only dust and other pretty things from the shelf to keep her company…

Tavarra once envied the doll, it was so pretty. It didn’t have to study or do any chores… It was a simple task.

To simply exist and be pretty…

Tavarra no longer envied her precious doll.

Not as she sat in a luscious room, surrounded by pretty things, all alone and forever waiting for someone to come and look. To come and dust her off…

She became Astarion’s precious pretty little porcelain doll. Forever chained, not to a shelf, but to a luxurious room. Dressed in the most beautiful of dresses, adorned with the wealthiest of jewellery and with her long hair brushed out.

It didn’t used to be like this.

In the beginning, Astarion and her walked the same path. Tavarra might’ve been not but a spawn, but oh, she was much more than that. Astarion’s power extended to her, for a while at least…, he shared with her the beauty of immortality and the joys of being a daywalker.

They danced during the day and fed at night, forever together.

Oh… but how quickly that forever came to an end…

Only roughly over a hundred years, it lasted. Then one by one, changes came.

It started small, with words of adoration for Tavarra’s light blonde locks.

“Truly magnificent, my darling.” he whispered that night, as his fingers brushed through her grown out curls.

Tavarra had been meaning to cut it for some time now.

“Oh you musn’t, my sweet.” he purred, his lips dragging up her tan arm and finally settling against her jaw “I like it long… different from how you wore it before. It makes me appreciate the colour far more, like this.”

She didn’t cut her hair. Not ever since then, not even when it started to drag behind her, joining the train of her dresses.

Then bit by bit, Astarion took from her. Not only what he gave, but what she herself had.

Her longbow and sword.

Now they hung above his throne, like a prize.

Her throne.

Back when she was allowed to walk amongst the halls freely, she sat beside him. Then a step down. After that it was all the way down the small steps to his throne. And finally she was perched upon his lap, as his hands travelled up and down her body.

Her lute.

It was put away in a crystal display in Astarion’s art gallery.

Her armour.

Much like the lute, it met the same fate along with Astarion’s old armour.

Her days in the sun.

Astarion worried for Tavarra’s safety… he wanted her off the streets, and so why should she need to be allowed out in the sun?

Her freedom…

“No!” she screamed, clawing at his shoulders as tears ran down her cheeks.

“No?” he chuckled, cupping her face in his palms “My love. This isn’t a discussion, I only want you with me. Always. Forever—”

“Astarion—”

His face twisted in anger, as his hands moved down, holding her neck “You wanted to be mine. And so you are mine. So why should you want to leave? Hm?” he shook her slightly, his grip tightening “Do you want to leave me?! Do you not love me, my darling?!”

Tavarra sobbed, unable to break the hold he had on her. Still, her nails clawed at his hands as she whispered.

“You’re hurting— me.”

Clarity that rarely came these days washed over him, as his hands retreated, coming to gently embrace her instead “Darling… oh, I am so very sorry.”

She cried against him, not having much of a choice, as the chains he put on her wrists and neck stole her strength.

“I only want to keep you safe. Safe and sound, like you deserve, my sweet Tavarrra.” he whispered, petting her hair slowly “All of this is for you… for us.”

Tavarra just cried, taking whatever moment of comfort that she could from him.

Stealing from him, just as he stole from her.

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tell me what you think and please go watch the animatic that inspired this! it's so freaking good!

although i don't think that i'd quite follow the ending... no matter how perfect and beautiful it is. i'm too weak for that :(((((

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#astarion romance #ascended astarion #astarion x tav #ascended astarion x tav #bg3 tav #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 fanfiction #astarion fanfic #dark astarion #vampire tav #spawn tav #wip #tav x astarion #tav x astarion fanfiction #writting #fanfiction #astarion brainrot #Youtube

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writeblrfantasy · 1 year

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around six years ago, i started writing seriously for the first time. it was fanfiction. (glee fanfiction if you're curious.) i wouldn't write something original for the first time for another year.

i loved writing fanfiction--i put my whole unashamed heart into it, i didn't even think about whether it was good or not, because i was having a blast. i wrote for many different fandoms, i wrote one (short) fanfic a day during december based on one word prompts, and i would send them to my friend each night--a routine which got me through a very hard week of my life. i wrote buckets and buckets of fanfiction.

and then, i'm not sure when and why that changed--i read and still do read something on ao3 almost every night for dozens and dozens of fandoms, after all. but the more i wrote original books, i stopped writing fanfiction, and over the years, writing fanfiction seemed like an impossible task.

i tried a few times, i wrote a customized fic for my bestie's birthday, but i could never get far usually. it felt alien and intrusive to try and write someone else's characters. it would always end in shame and this feeling of wrong, wrong, wrong.

i don't have any of those early fanfictions from six years ago because i deleted them, convinced they were hot garbage (and they were, but i still would've liked to have them!)

i continued to write originally, still reading fanfiction almost every night and participating in fandom in other ways. and then in late 2021, i wrote and finished a good fic as a herculean labor of love. in spring of 22, it took me an incredible effort, but i took one of my old surviving fanfics and edited it to new standards, and then encouraged by my victory, i wrote 2 more fics and started a bunch of others.

i made an ao3 account and posted these all, and was encouraged like never before by the comments i received, the love i had never received because i'd never posted my fanfics before. slowly, the shame wore off. i could write fanfiction again. it became something i could do while sitting on my phone in a waiting room having an anxiety attack, something to do before i went to bed, something i could do when a fic i wanted didn't exist--i could finally just write it!

and now, we come to this year. in 23 so far, i've written and posted 11 fanfics adding up to 100,805 words in total, in two fandoms, with several fanfic wips in the works. two weeks ago i wrote, without meaning to, 7k of a fic in one day to finish it, a week after finishing the source material. i'm still hesitant to share snippets of fics with friends not in those fandoms, but i did in this case and was told by a friend that it was some of my best writing ever--original and fanfic combined. period.

in january when i watched my favorite movie too many times to get anything more out of it, i turned to fanfiction, where i had a fic i mentioned was inspired by my favorite fic in the tiny ass fandom, which the creator then saw and was flattered by, and continued to read all my fics in that fandom!

this would turn into a 7 part series which i would post once a week, whipping up 5k minimum fics in a matter of days. i was shameless. i was carefree. i was living for the familiar usernames in my comments, and the serotonin of pushing that "new post" button. i was having fun.

in moments where i would wonder if the fic i was writing was cringe, if anyone would like it if i posted it, i reminded myself that i read fic every night. fic is often the first place i turn after finishing a source material, and what i look forward to while consuming that material. if everyone who thought like me about their fics didn't post, i would be without fanfics to get me through my fandom experience, and i would hate that. so i kept writing and posting.

now: my relationship with writing fanfiction has never been healthier. i am better than where i was at six years ago, because my overall writing skills have improved about 1000%, and because i'm posting now. writing fanfiction now often provides me a break from the stress and complexity of writing original novels, and it's a lovely wind down bedtime activity.

so, i suppose if there's a takeaway from this post, it's that fan content creators, no matter what you create, and no matter how small the fandom you're creating for, even if you're the first work in your fandom, keep creating. what you're doing is real and worthy and just as important as original content, and keeps the heart of fandom alive. i am so happy i repaired my relationship with writing fanfic, and it's made me happier this year than i thought possible, due in large part to the incredible commenting communities in fandom. i wish the same for all of you <3

#fanfiction #fanfic #a love letter to fanfiction #writing #writeblr #writers #this got much ramblier and longer than i intended but i'm glad i made this post #been ruminating in my brain for a long time :)#other writers encouraged to rb with their experiences!

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teasandcardigans · 1 year

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trash fic thursday <3

hello all! this has pretty much become a dead account mostly due to the fact that the fandom does not feel like a community that is good for me anymore, but i wanted to respond to my close mutuals who continue to tag me in posts about writing and music

i'm going to be sharing old drafts, forgotten wips, and dead works that will likely never be finished. first up? hindsight, part 1. a fic that i started right after sam and david's phone call and raced to finish, but ran out of time before the next video came out:

“Thank you,” came the voice through the phone, deep and rough.

The line clicked off. Sam stared at his screen for a moment, unsure of his next move. He had agreed to meet David tonight and he felt everything in his body tell him to do the exact opposite. This wasn’t his fight, despite everything he may harbor against Quinn. The vendetta was Darlin’s and now Sam was neck deep in shit he never wanted to be a part of.

His eyes drifted away from his phone and towards a sleeping Darlin, who was still peacefully tucked under their sheets. Sam shouldn’t have stayed, really. He only came to make sure Darlin was still breathing and not bleeding out again after the shifter neglected to answer Sam’s calls. The two of them talked for a while, then one thing led to another, and suddenly Darlin’s hand was curling around his wrist asking him to stay. Sam took one look at them and caved.

The newborns were making him soft.

Sam could see the slightest breaks of dawn through Darlin’s bedroom curtains and knew he had to go, or else he’d be trapped here all day. With a soft farewell touch to Darlin’s cheek, Sam pulled on his boots and headed for the door, triple checking the lock and wards before leaving.

He had to speed back to WonderWorld to avoid the sun, which meant the typical hour-long walk from Darlin’s place to the amusement park was completed in a matter of minutes. Sam arrived to see two curious newborns waiting for him, both talking quietly before noticing his arrival.

They both questioned where he had been and Sam politely remindedminded the newborns that he was the Maker here, not them. His locations didn’t need to be closely monitored by someone who wasn’t in the bloodlust phase, theirs did. That fact quickly made Fred’s nervous ramblings come to a halt, but Sam wasn’t so lucky with Bright. The stubborn one always pushed a little more than Sam liked.

“So you’re not gonna tell us why you smell like a wet dog?” Bright questioned, coming to walk backwards in front of Sam in order to keep eye contact with him. “Or why Vincent’s become our babysitter for the past month?”

Sam pointed his finger at them, trying his best to be stern through his exhaustion from speeding to the park. “Vincent owes me, that’s why. The rest isn’t your business, kid.”

Bright huffed and turned away.

Sam was antsy all day. He tried to get work done, but his mind wouldn’t let the thought of meeting David Shaw go. The alpha had a strong reputation in Dahlia and his pact with William went back years. The Solaire clan knew their bounds with the Shaw pack, and yet, Sam was testing them. He had been crossing the line the night Darlin gave him the address to their apartment and he stepped through the threshold to heal them. Under the agreements of the pact, David had every right to rip Sam a new one.

Sam hoped it wouldn’t come to that.

#redacted asmr #redacted #teasandwrites #redacted sam #redacted darlin #redacted davey #david shaw #redacted david

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WIP Wednesday

I've been jumping around between so many different projects lately that it almost feels like I'm never going to get anything finished. The most recent thing has been a return to this Handers modern AU fic I started a while ago. I wasn't sure if I was ever going to share it when I started it but I've been feeling less shy about it recently.

I couldn't find a part in the most recent scenes I've been working on that would stand alone without context but here's something from an earlier chapter with some Anders and Jowan friendship. Because I just think they should be friends :)

"Do you remember back in school this one time we were all round at Surana's place? We did that weird... ritual, I guess you could call it." Jowan was clearly thrown by the question, not that Anders was surprised. It had been years since he'd thought about that day. The more surprising thing was probably that he'd even remembered it after so long. "The soulmate thing?" Jowan asked doubtfully as he took a seat at the other end of the sofa from Anders. "Yeah," said Anders, almost regretting even bringing it up because it really was so stupid that he was even thinking about it. "We called upon the spirits or whatever to tell us—" "What our soulmate's first words to us would be. I remember. Wow, I haven't thought about that in a while." "Do you think it was real?" He felt embarrassed just asking but he was fairly sure Jowan wouldn't mock him for it the way Surana would. "Wait," Jowan's eyes widened. "Was it her? The woman you stayed with?" "What, Marian? No. No it was... someone else. Someone I doubt I'll ever see again." "Oh." Jowan seemed disappointed by that. It was sort of sweet, how genuinely invested he seemed in Anders' happiness. "And it's not as though I believe in all that," he said, as though it hadn't been his idea to even try the stupid ritual back then. "It's got to be a coincidence. It just got me thinking." He remembered it clearly, even after more than fifteen years. Anders had been so sure he knew what the words would be, that he'd already met the person he was meant to be with. Then the board had spelled out something different, the same words that tall beared man had spoken to him: 'who the fuck are you?' and his friends had dissolved into peals of laughter as Anders' heart deflated because Karl was sweet and shy, and the first time they'd spoken had been when Anders had dropped one of his exercise books on the way to his maths lesson earlier that day. Karl had called him back, not wanting him to get in trouble with Ms Rylock, who had a real knack for making her students cry over that sort of thing. He had the prettiest blue eyes Anders had ever seen, and he'd been convinced it was love at first sight. It had to be a coincidence, or a joke Surana had played on him, because it was a common enough phrase, and because it was exactly the sort of thing Surana would do.

tagging: @goth-surana, @thedastrash, @salsedine, @ringneckedpheasant, @pyritefes2, @un-shit-yourself, @pappykins, @rusted-pipe-of-wisdom, @lordnochybaty, @spicywarl0ck, @illusivesoul, @sweetmage

I'd love to see what you've all been working on! Though of course there's no pressure if you don't feel like it. If you'd like to be added to the taglist then let me know. Or feel free to post your own WIP and tag me in it!

#wip wednesday #anders #jowan

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Hi I adored your chilchuck/marcille fanfic, "grind me down sweetly", that was so lovely!! i ate it up with like no hesitation! i was wondering if you were considering writing more of them? thank you so much for all your work and thank you for sharing it with us!

First of all thank you so so much!! Every nice word and kudos mean the world to me, and for rarepairs they're all the more cherished 💖 And yes anon, I absolutely do plan on making more for them! As much as I can manage, a library's worth if possible. They're my absolute Dungeon Meshi OTP and Dunmeshi’s been my obsession for like 10 months now, I'm a huge shipper & I love making fancontent and yeahh it's not stopping anytime soon. Though I am a slow writer... And I really should get around to finishing my older non-dunmeshi wips too 😫

I’ve talked about marchil fanfic prompts/wips a couple times on here, and very recently even about a sequel to Grind Me Down Sweetly actually! The fic’s a lot about having a familiar routine with someone and sort of growing used to that, to knowing someone like that and with sharing his days and his living space with someone again, about growing open to the idea that maybe just maybe he and Marcille could have something in the first place. And it’s kept pretty platonic due to that and whatnot, but I recently thought that, since the arc of him becoming more aware and open to the relationship got done in GMDS, doing a sequel where we actually see the relationship grow more romantic would be cute!! Warming up to the romantic nature of their relationship like settling down into a cozy couch. And this time rather than coffee it’ll be centered around what all the best cafes have… Cats!

Gonna summarize the concepts of some of my marchil fic wips under the cut, if you’d rather go in blind when they… Eventually get written, then you can just stop here and safely be assured that I am 100% planning on writing more for them! Oh, btw I also take prompts and requests, though I can’t promise anything.

Alright so GMDS sequel: I think in canon both Marcille and Chilchuck have a special dynamic with Izutsumi, where they care after her, not unlike Senshi but with more feelings attached. With her traveling around, I feel like every once in a while they’d talk about her, dealing with the worry and the uncertainty. Marcille is like "My fragile baby bird out into the world… She needs to at least live to be 100 years old 😭" while Chil knows how it’s like and just trusts her to be alright, like with Puckpatti. And so!! Every time she sees a stray cat while strolling out her heart pangs… There are many strays in Chilchuck’s neighborhood, and with her pushing for it they start leaving some food out for them. At one point she sees one standing out in the rain all pitifully in front of Chil’s shop and she invites it in (to Chilchuck’s despair), and from then on it’s still a stray but it has a home to go back to… Until Marcille officially adopts it. And it can showcase Marcille and Chil’s growing relationship alongside that metaphorically, where she sorta moves in and they grow more boldly affectionate, and it’s like… Domesticating love… 😌 Man didn’t want a cat, a cat daughter nor a new lover, but they took a liking to him and were stubborn about getting close to him and now there they all are. I like to say that post-canon despite Chil living alone in his shop he gets a second family of clingy asses, and this is exactly what I mean. Vibe wise I’d like it to have that cozy energy of spending a slow afternoon at a nice quiet cafe on a rainy day, but we’ll see how I manage it! It’s not the highest on my writing priorities currently though.

Other marchil fic ideas I’ve talked about are… Following them on that time pre-canon where they went to shop for a pouch together would be cute. I have a long post talking about them being sick and caring for each other would be like and that’d make a fun whump fic too. He gets sick and she dotes on him, she indulges herself and kisses him anyways, and then of course he passes it on to her right as he gets better so then it’s her turn getting taken care of hehe.

This one’s more convoluted, so either Marcille invites him to a fancy social event at the castle as her plus-one (aka emotional support) maybe already dating maybe on the verge of confessing, OR they’re already dating and then Marcille’s mom visits them and it’s very sweet and maybe marriage talks happens~, but in both cases Chilchuck is going through SO much stress. Just Chilchuck’s heart being on the absolute edge of giving out, going through the five stages of grief over the banquet not having his favorite kind of alcohol and Marcille not letting him be an ornamental plant in the corner of the room and doing the bare minimum. Or having to engage with her mom and seeming worthy of being her lover as his shit is only barely pulled together after they hurry to ready his house to host her as a guest. And I have a bunch of wips where I tackle them properly doing a confession or a proposal… I was planning on making a comic about it even. Here’s a lil taste of them talking about getting into a relationship together~

And you know what, here are some new exclusive ones I hadn’t shared yet that I’d really like to get around to making

In the meantime if you want I have a ton of analysis and headcanon posts about marchil on this blog, and fanarts here, and @fumiku is my fanfic blog with updates + for fanfic related asks (which rarely gets used rip).

I have non-marchil dunmeshi fanfics I want to prioritize too, but idk idk I’ll see what I end up getting around to… I like having a new vision to offer with each fic, so I tend to prioritize fics that take a new angle for the same ship or tackle different characters and themes, so I can see myself pushing myself to do other stuff before falling back into my marchil comfort zone.

#ask #fumi rambles #fic updates #fic wip #marchil #I keep my fic ideas grouped in the same text file usually but the file for dungeon meshi ones was getting so loooooong and huge #I recently had to split all the marchil ones into its own file bc it was half of the whole thing and was getting out of hand lmaooo

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lyannatropes · 2 months

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I know some people just like instead of reblogging because of other platforms they're on or treating likes like bookmarks. But I've always treated it like the degree to which I like it - I can like a concept but not really be into the execution or vice versa, or the art can look great but I 'don't go here' or just like it but not enough to have it on my blog. I 100% get why it would bother artists but everyone's reasons are their own and it's just one of those things. I had a piece that had a couple hundred notes (not a huge amount but exciting for a beginner like me) but most of those are likes. It felt mixed because it's a shame not many people wanted it on their blog but at the same time I was still pretty happy people still liked it to hit like in the first place rather than scroll past altogether. That still meant something to me that someone acknowledged it at all!

Yeah, those are all very understandable reasons! I know for me for example I'd rather share finished pieces vs wips, mostly because of the "wips always get liked more than finished art" curse which I know can be a bummer after spending hours and hours on a piece. And of course the matter of taste always makes sense.

Platforms that turned liking the norm and sharing/commenting the exception kinda ruined the social media experience for me. As you said, likes are great and I am also grateful people took the time to leave a little heart. That being said, I think we should start acknowledging that especially in this era of shitty GenAI images if we do not share the art, then it will never find its audience. We're going to let the garbage fester and fill every online place, while amazing art and artists are going to be left behind. Sharing something is the equivalent of word of mouth, and the easiest way to let others find something you enjoyed. Personally it is comments that usually make my day, as that feels like the best form of interaction and acknowledgement I can get.

I don't know, I feel like maybe we should overthink less, and that now more than ever we need to be vocal about the stuff we like if we want our favourite artists and artworks to survive this hellscape. Now more than ever we need positive interactions to keep going.

#ask lyanna #i hope this makes sense #honestly i don't even spend enough time here #because i'm spread too thin and i'm exhausted #and this platform is hit or miss for me #but these are just some thoughts in general about all platforms i'm in

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bewaretheboojum · 6 months

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WIP - JayTim - Welcome to the Magi District

I'll start posting this on AO3 in a few weeks when I'm done posting the last 2 chapters of Grey Area. But here's an excerpt of my next long-fic!

Summary: Several young people in Gotham have fallen inexplicably ill simultaneously. Zatanna assigns a junior member of Justice League Dark to help Jason get to the bottom of the case.

Thanks to @strawberryjei and wildforged for the beta help!

Warnings: Casefic!; Future Fic; AU - Urban Fantasy; I'll be honest, there's lots of smut in this story... But none in the excerpt below!

Excerpt:

Before Jason could finish that thought someone did, in fact, just walk through the portal. Jason was suddenly very grateful he had suited up, mask and all, before starting to work that night. Getting to his feet, he moved quickly to stand beside Zatanna, peering through the smoke.

The man who walked through was shadowed by the bright, Magical light. So Jason couldn’t immediately make him out. It wasn’t until the portal closed and the smoke started to fade away that Jason got a good look at him. He appeared to be about Jason’s age, maybe a few years younger, and was shorter than average height. He was slender, with wind-swept dark hair and pale skin that looked like it almost glowed in the dim light of the Cave. His blue eyes seemed almost luminous in the dim light as he took in his surroundings. He was dressed for the cool weather in a thick gray sweater, jeans, and a blue scarf that made his eyes look even brighter.

“Oh God, why would you bring me here?” he asked, shooting Zatanna a plaintive look. “It’s freezing and it smells like bats.”

“How do you know what bats smell like?” Jason couldn’t help but ask.

“My profession takes me to some weird places,” he said dryly. “Like here, for example.”

“Listen, I just need you to help him out with this case while I’m gone,” Zatanna said, looking distractedly down at her phone. “He’ll give you a run down, but the bottom line is, we think some people have been victims of a Magic Attack. We don’t know what kind, so it could either be close to harmless or incredibly dangerous.”

“Oh great, that doesn’t sound horrifying at all,” he said, shooting Jason a grim look.

I can't wait to share the rest of the story with everyone. It's very self-indulgent but I had a lot of fun with it.

Also, I'm really bad at posting on Tumblr. I'm trying to get better about it, but I'm perpetually worried I'm being annoying somehow...

I might try to do Fic or Treat if people are interested. I had a ton of fun doing that back in the LJ days of yore~~

#jaytim #jaytimfic

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Ohh

Chef/Firefighter AU &

Driving home for Christmas sequel!

Hi my friend 🥰 sure thing!

Chef/Firefighter AU

Ah, yes, the fic I've had in my drafts forever now 😅 I think I've shared so many snippets of it by now, I'm not even sure what to share anymore that will be new... but here's what it's about: In this fic, Carlos is a chef who thinks he's too busy for a real relationship - which fits TK just fine because he's the normal season 1 TK we know and love. So the two idiots start a friends-with-benefits-thing, thinking neither of them will catch any feelings... silly boys 😂 the fic itself is set around the time of the wildfires in early season 2, I'm just putting them closer to Austin and making them last far, far longer. Which leads to the fact that the Austin firefighters are advised to drive back home to rest every other day... only that TK ends up at Carlos' place and this is the next morning...

They enjoy the first few sips of coffee in silence, shoulders brushing and feet knocking against each other, easily, like a little game of footsies.

“I’m really sorry for last night.”

Carlos frowns and looks over at TK, who’s staring into his mug now.

“What?”

“Showing up at your building like that… unannounced and for no other reason than crashing here, I’m really sorry.”

“TK, no. What are you talking about? Why would you be sorry?”

TK gazes up at him, looking a bit sheepish. “You’re not mad?”

“Mad?! What– no. Would someone who’s mad make you this kind of breakfast?” he asks, pointing at the tray.

TK follows the direction and it’s as if his brain suddenly stops, at least Carlos is sure that’s what he’s seeing. He also imagines the guy starting to salivate and as if on command, his stomach rumbles. Laughing a little, Carlos puts his coffee aside and then pulls the tray into his lap. He doesn’t even have to tell TK to eat, the guy reaching for the first pancake before Carlos even lets go of the tray, quite literally stuffing it into his mouth.

“I swear, I will so start preparing lunch packets for you,” he murmurs, loud enough for TK to hear, then takes one of the waffles and adds Nutella and strawberries to it. “Care to tell me why you thought I would be mad?”

I swear, it took so long to answer this because I couldn't decide on which part to share 😅 I really have to make sure to finish this soon so I can start posting...

Driving Home for Christmas sequel!

Well, yeah, it's exactly what it says 😅 some lovely people asked if I would consider writing a sequel for Driving Home for Christmas and I might've started working on something... it's not much yet, I don't have more than a loose concept, but I'm somewhat hoping for a prompt list for Valentine's to maybe write this fic the same way the other happened... but yeah, I do hope it will be ready for Valentine's 🥰 and here's a snippet from the beginning (again under the cut for NSFW reasons)

“What’s going on? Did you forget something at my place?”

“No, but guess what I’m holding in my hand.”

“TK,” Carlos warns. “If you’re about to tell me it’s your dick and this is your idea of goading me into phone sex while I’m on my way to work…”

Chuckling, TK drops the invitation back on the stack of mail as he moves over to the fridge. “Then what?” he asks innocently as he gets out a bottle of mineral water. “What would you do about it, Officer?”

“You’re the worst.”

“I’m the worst? Hey, your mind went straight to my dick and phone sex,” TK laughs, putting the phone on speaker so he can unscrew the bottle. “I’m still sated from our round this morning – sorry if it wasn’t as satisfying for you.”

“Oh, it definitely was,” Carlos replies lewdly.

If anyone knows of any Valentine's prompt list, please send it my way 😉 or, you know... how about if you read this and if you want to, send me an ask called "Valentine's prompt" and then add a random (but fitting) word or two to it? We'll see, maybe I get inspired 😁

Join the WIP game 🥰

#tarlos #911 lone star #noxy writes #wip game #feel free to send me asks

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jedi-enthusiast · 10 months

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For the fanfic ask game: 💖 👀 🥺 🤲 🥰 (sorry I know that's a lot LOL feel free to pick and choose!)

The ask game <3

Oh no don’t apologize! I love people asking a bunch of questions because I love rambling about my fics!

💖- What made you start writing?

I have two answers for this question, since I actually stopped writing a while ago and then got back into it.

I first started writing in general because I was primarily a Wattpad user (I had no idea Ao3 existed, but give me a break I was like 13) and I was reading fan fiction for a manga/anime series called Kuroshitsuji or Black Butler and I just wanted a heroine reader like me.

Most of the "readers" or "ocs" in those fics didn't really stand up for themselves and often let the guy characters walk all over them--or they would be referred to as "badass" but were never really given a chance to be badass. And, at the time, they were also mostly blonde haired/blue eyed.

So I started writing because I wanted a heroine reader that stood up for herself and didn't take anyone's shit and was actually badass on paper--and who had brown hair and eyes like me. I actually still have the full outline of the fic I was working on, and a draft of the prologue, and here are two commissions I bought for my oc:

I did eventually stop writing for a while, though, because I was just tired of writing and rewriting and rewriting (the outline and draft I have currently is my 3rd rewrite of the entire thing, 4th if you count the other completely different version of it--I get very nitpicky with my fics sometimes).

What got me back into writing was actually you. I started reading "Shoulder the Sky" and I saw how much work you had put in and how passionate you were about your fic and I just...got inspired. I already had an outline for The Great War sitting in my Google Docs (from back when I first got into Star Wars) and I basically decided "fuck it, if they can do then so can I, I'm gonna start writing again" and I did, and now I have two fics ongoing and several in the works that I can't wait to get to.

👀- Tell me about an up and coming WIP!

Ok, one of my WIPs that I'm working on (that I hope to start writing soon, once I finish the outline) is a Modern!AU called "Deeper Roots."

Basically Cody and Obi-Wan are high school sweethearts who have had a long-distance relationship for over a decade now, since Obi-Wan had to move away from their town when he got custody of his siblings (Anakin, Ahsoka, and Reva) from their father (Qui-Gon) due to family issues.

Well, Obi-Wan and Cody decide that he should move back to town since Anakin will be starting college soon (he's 21, but took a gap year and then waited since he had an accident that took his arm) and the college of his choice is nearby + Ahsoka wants to go to that same college + they all miss Cody a lot and want to see him more.

Only one problem. Cody hasn't come out to his family and they have no idea he's dating someone, let alone that he has a boyfriend and that he's--for all intents and purposes--technically a father of three. They all try to keep things a secret from his family still, but things obviously get a whole lot more complicated once the two sides of Cody's life start to intermingle.

(also, I think Reva should be incorporated into their family in Modern!AU fics more often, I think she'd make a great youngest child)

🥺- Is there a certain moment or common interaction between your characters that never fails to put you in your feels?

Ok, slight spoilers for BCC, but one interaction that always makes me emotional when I start to think about it is this one line that I have planned for the end of BCC.

Basically Obi-Wan and Cody are hiding away in a storage room after a hard battle and Obi-Wan says something about "not wanting to be High General Kenobi."

So Cody says that they don't have to be Commander and General. That, when it's just them, "they can just be Obi-Wan and Cody."

👐- Would you please share a snippet of a WIP?

Nothing else is really written yet, so here's a snippet of the next chapter of Bloodshed, Crimson Clover:

The Force sparked restlessly under Obi-Wan’s skin as he stared at the empty holomap in front of him, eyes searching it for the readouts of a battle that hadn’t happened yet—or, rather, was happening, but just out of reach. He could look away. Attempt to meditate, or finish last mission’s report, or do something more productive with his time, but the near-blinding blue light of the blank screen had already seared itself into his mind and he knew that, even if he walked away, it would follow him.

So he stayed.

Staring.

He hesitantly reached out along his and Anakin’s Force Bond, gently pushing forward the memory of Crys announcing they were only fifteen minutes out and an impression of– you? Them? Safe?

Part of him didn’t expect Anakin to respond, and another part of him dreaded that very fact, but—as always—Anakin was full of surprises. He was quickly hit with a twin pair of waves, harsh impressions of impatience and frustration that burned the back of his throat, and their corresponding memories—one of the 501st’s Star Cruisers disappearing in a flash of fire and smoke, a supply ship they were escorting quickly succumbing to the same fate, Anakin’s admiral informing him that they couldn’t hold out much longer.

The taste of ash felt thick and heavy on his tongue, and it took him a moment to recover from the sheer intensity of it all—although he was careful to keep his expression devoid of any emotion. Anakin was strong in the Force, but that meant he often forgot to take into consideration how his power might affect those around him. Obi-Wan was used to it, however, so he was able to disperse the effects quickly enough, and the emotions that followed were all his own.

🥰- How do you feel about reader interaction? Are you open to receiving questions about your fics?

I LOVE IT SO MUCH!!!

*cough* ahem.

I love getting questions about my fic and I love getting comments and people talking about it--all of it just makes me so happy! I love my fic and I love to see people loving it too!

#thank you so much for the questions!#sending you all my love <3 #ask game #star wars #ao3 fanfic #codywan fanfic #codywan #fanfic #obi wan kenobi #commander cody

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thecharmedburrowspn-files · 3 months

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20 Questions for Writers

Thanks for the tag @illegalcerebral!

How many works do you have on AO3? Only 4. The rest is on FF.NET.

What is your total AO3 word count? 180,388

What fandoms do you write for? I've written for Harry Potter (but I don't see myself revisiting that fandom) and am currently writing for The Vampire Diaries. I have plot bunnies for Supernatural and Smallville.

What are your top five fics by kudos? Imperfectly Bound: Part 1, Second Chances, Time's Up (Sequel to Second Chances), and my OC Winter Challenge collection

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? I try to respond to them because I like readers to know that I saw it and it meant something that they took the time. And if I haven't updated in a while, I like to let them know the story isn't abandoned. The only exception is if the comment just says to "update soon".

What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? I guess Time's Up: A Second Chances Sequel. I wrote it in respond to the TVD finale (and I was not happy about it).

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Most are positive but more along the lines of optimistic/hopeful than 'happy'.

Do you get hate on your fic? Not really. I've had a couple rude comments but nothing that really qualifies as hate.

Do you write smut? No. I don't have a problem with it; I just don't have the skill to write it.

Do you write crossovers? No

Have you ever had a fic stolen? Yes, I was alerted to someone reposting a fic on wattpad a year or so ago. I suspect it's happened more than once but I got that instance removed.

Have you ever had a fic translated? No

Have you ever co-written a fic? No

What's your all-time favorite ship? Oh, that's tough. For fandom in general I think it's nearly a tie between Mulder/Scully and Bones/Booth. But I think Mulder/Scully will always be first because of how foundational The X-Files is for me. As far as top ship for what I'll read.... That really depends on whatever the current obsession is.

What's the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? Listen, It might take me a decade but I will finish 'Imperfectly Bound'. I doubt I'll ever finish the SPN fic though.

What are your writing strengths? I really have no idea. Maybe establishing the relationships between the characters? If not a strength, it's definitely something I've improved.

What are your writing weaknesses? Oh so many but the top two: Not planning out a story and a lack discipline to write

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic? I'm not fluent in anything but English so I probably wouldn't do it.

First fandom you wrote for? Harry Potter

Favorite fic you've ever written? Hmm, I'll with 'Imperfectly Bound' since I am pretty happy with what I've done with it.

No pressure tags: @wordspin-shares, @darknightfrombeyond, @cecexwrites @eddysocs, @anotherunreadblog, @karimac @residentdormouse @starsandstormyseas @the-moon-loves-the-sea, @witchofinterest

#jennsstories #writing questions

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ghost-with-a-teacup · 2 years

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𝐈'𝐝 𝐆𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐮𝐧 𝐀𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐞𝐚 ~ 𝐃𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐁𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Summary: Despite everything the greatest love stories have depicted; grand displays of romance with a thousand roses and expensive perfume or dramatic reunions in the pouring rain closed off with a kiss, there was something so pure about the simple kind of love. Soft kisses shared as you cook dinner after a long day, cuddling close as a movie plays in the background, all the domestic things. Just existing in someone else’s space with them feeling as comfortable you do, and having that be enough? That was the best kind of love.

Luckily for you, that was exactly what you shared with the lovely Donna Beneviento, that simple kind of love.

Warnings: None! Still just very fluffy fluff.

Pairing: Donna Beneviento x Reader

Note: This has been a wip for way too long, so today I finally sat down and finished it :)) Idea was given to me by the lovely @thatvictorian so thank her for that, lol. Happy reading, my lovelies~

Despite everything the greatest love stories have depicted; grand displays of romance with a thousand roses and expensive perfume or dramatic reunions in the pouring rain closed off with a kiss, there was something so pure about the simple kind of love. Soft kisses shared as you cook dinner after a long day, cuddling close as a movie plays in the background, all the domestic things. Just existing in someone else’s space and having them feel as comfortable you do, and have that be enough? That was the best kind of love.

Luckily enough for you, this was exactly what you shared with the lovely Donna Beneviento, Maiden of Mist Valley and one of the Four Lords of the Village. It took a long while to become friends with Donna, let alone grow close enough to become lovers. Over the course of her life walls around herself were inevitable, and only hardened as time went on. But piece by piece you gently took the wall apart, not breaking her walls down but rather uncovering the layers slowly until there was nothing else but her. Donna, your sweet Donna, the love of your life.

You watched her now as she sat on the couch by the fireplace, needle and thread in hand as deft fingers expertly sewed fabric together, a key component to the doll she had been working on for a few days now. The house was quiet, Angie having been put down for a nap (thank the Gods. You loved the doll, truly, but the chaos she created at times…it definitely called for breaks) The only sounds being the soft crackle of the fireplace and the occasional humming as you waited for the kettle to boil. Your eyes trailed over her movements with a sort of delicate delight as you prepared the teapot, a little grin playing across your face as you brewed tea for the both of you. What divine being had deemed you worthy enough to be by Donna’s side, you wondered? Even so, you were grateful nonetheless.

Eventually the loud whistling of the kettle broke you out of your reverie, the obnoxious sound interrupting the peace that had fallen over the two of you. Quickly you made your way over, taking it off the stove and bringing it back to the teapot where you had prepared some Blue Lady Earl Gray tea. It was a favourite of Donna’s and yours after a long day, the aroma alone settling your nerves with ease.

Carefully you poured the boiling water into the ceramic teapot. It was a set you had brought home a little while back, its colour a pale blue with delicate little snowdrops painted on the side. The set came with three matching teacups of the same design, perfect for the two of you as well as Angie when she settled down enough. How she drank tea was…still a mystery (you figured it was due to Donna’s immense love for tea, but you couldn’t be sure).

Setting the kettle back down on the stove, you moved towards Donna as you waited for the tea to steep fully. Making your way behind the setee, you wrapped your arms around her shoulders before pressing a tender kiss to her forehead, fingertips running through her dark hair just the way she liked it. At the action Donna’s cheeks flushed pink before her lips curled into a smile. Tilting her head back she met your gaze, her golden eye sparkling with playfulness.

“I hope you made that tea properly, darling” she teased, making you huff dramatically.

It was one time, just once, you had let the tea steep for too long. When you had brought it over to Donna she looked as though she were ready to spit it back into the cup but swallowed it solely for your sake. Granted it was a lower quality black tea so you supposed her reaction was acceptable, but she has never let you live that down since.

Apparently the tea was so far below her quality standard that she had to give you an in-depth lesson right afterwards to ensure it never happened again. If there was one thing she took seriously, it was tea. Thinking back now it was quite the funny memory, one you hold fondly to your heart. Oh, how hilarious the face she made was, nose scrunched and lips pursed like a baby with a lemon. It made you giggle even now.

“Oh, how you doubt me so! I’ll have you know I am perfectly capable of brewing a tea up to your standards milady,” you quipped back sarcastically, making Donna shake her head as she chuckled under her breath.

“We shall see then, my love~” she said. You knew it was all in good jest. After all this time you have mastered just the way Donna liked it and she always told you as much. No milk, no sugar, just the simple cup of tea as it is. “Any well brewed tea will be perfect on its own, the combinations of flavors and aromas mingling and enhancing each other without need for anything else,” she had said once.

“Hm~ We shall,” you said with a smirk, unraveling your arms and making your way back over to the table. Popping open the lid for a moment you checked the coloration of the tea. It was that rich umber colour you were searching for; perfect. It was ready.

Grabbing the teacups from the cabinet you poured out the liquid gold before carrying them back over to the sitting area where Donna was sat. Holding out the cup towards her she places the fabric down onto her lap, fingers grazing yours as she took it from your grasp. Then you settled in by her side, knees propped up beneath you comfortably.

Turning towards her you watched in a sort of childish anticipation, eagerly awaiting her opinion even now. She glanced at you from the corner of her eye before her lips quirked upwards at the sight, but she didn’t say anything. Lithe fingers gently grasped the small handle, inhaling the scent of the warm tea before taking a sip. She hummed in contentment before smiling at you softly.

“Wonderful as always, my love,” she said, her low voice soothing to your ears and mind.

“Anything for you, darling,” you say in response, a goofy smile on your face at the thought of making her happy.

Her gaze only softens considerably more than it already was before she turns back to her work. Placing the teacup back down onto the saucer with a gentle clink, she takes back into her hands the fabric she was sewing. The few words shared between the two of you were more than enough in this moment.

Settling in a bit more you sipped your own tea as you watched her work, unconsciously leaning in closer as you did so. Like planets and their attraction to the sun you were pulled into her warmth and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

There was a sort of gentleness to loving Donna. Soft touches and whispered words breathed into the short distance between your lips, bodies intertwined as you held each other in the morning light and little grins arising from inside jokes you both shared. Loving her is soft and sweet, lovely and tender. She was everything to you, and you would try your hardest to make sure she knew of that each and every day.

Placing your cup down on the table next to hers, you scooted in closer to her as through gravity was pulling you close.

“Donna,” you called out softly. She hummed in acknowledgment, her focus still directed on sewing fabric however. Taking a different course of action, you capture her cheek in your hand to turn her head and face you, the other covering her work momentarily.

For a moment you can only look into her eye, enraptured by the swirling gold that it was. So prettily did it shine even despite the dim light. Gently your thumb strokes over the bottom of her scar, prompting a small shiver to run up her back much to your delight. It was a major insecurity she had, but you made sure to let her know that it was simply a part of who she was, and that loving her meant loving every part of her, even the parts she didn’t like.

Slowly you pulled her close before pressing your lips to hers in a tender kiss. It was a simple one, no bright flames of passion and lust…and yet even so it still portrayed the immense love you held for her in that single action. Innocent and soft but with that subtle spark, one you would never tire of.

Pulling away you see her flushed cheeks and slightly parted lips, prompting you to place another quick peck to her lovely lips with a grin.

“What brought that on, darling?” she asked, so quietly it was almost a whisper because of her embarrassment. It was so endearing you thought surely your heart would give out any moment.

Pressing your forehead against hers, you whisper into the air between; “Just…you, Donna. Only you.”

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