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thefreakymunson · 2 years

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Anywhere But Here (Eddie Munson x reader)

SUMMARY: You've taken on a new manager shift as the tour manager for a up and coming band named Corroded Coffin. What you didn't expect was a whirlwind of events to happen after that or for their lead singer to be so attractive. A/N: This will be a slowburn and I'm excited for you all to read it!! READ PART 2 HERE

You looked up at the tour bus and sighed softly, gripping your luggage a bit tighter. It seemed too loom in the distance as you walked closer to it, knowing you needed to just get it over with. What’s the worst that could happen when you’re stuck traveling on a bus with four other men? You were screwed out of your own accommodations, which was usually a private bus that traveled behind the band. You weren’t told about the lack of a second bus until an hour before you were all set to leave. You hadn’t even ever met this band before.

Corroded Coffin, a new heavy metal band from Indiana. Young kids just starting off their music careers after the success of their debut album, Anywhere But Here, which sold nearly over 500,000 copies in its first week. You had been given a run down of them. They were all in their mid-twenties and wild by the promotional poster you had been printing off nearly all week. Two of them were pretty cute but you knew better than to ever dare get involved with your work.

Just as you were about to open the door, it swung open, hitting you in the chest and knocking you backwards a bit and causing you to drop your bag. You looked up in shock, seeing the same shocked expression on the mans face who was walking down the steps.

“Shit, I’m so sorry.” He said, rushing down the three steps quicker to help you pick up your bag, “Didn’t realize how heavy that door was.”

“Its fine,” you laughed softly, “Guess I learned my lesson not to stand so close.”

You got a good look at the guy when he stood up straight, nearly towering over you. He was from the band. The one with the longer hair who has giving himself devil horns, his tongue sticking out. The cute one.

“Where you coming on the bus?” He asked, brows furrowed in confusion as if he was wondering why you were standing so close.

“Yeah. I’m the tour manager.” You nodded.

“Shit,” he snorted, “Day one and I’m already abusing my manager.”

“I won’t hold it against you,” you gave him a small smile.

“Thank god,” he smirked, “I’m Eddie.”

“Y/N,” you said, stretching your hand out. He grasped it in both of his much larger ones and shook it, “Thank you for assaulting me on the first day. It’s nice to get that out of the way.”

He couldn’t help the laugh that escaped his mouth as he looked down at you, a bright smile spreading across his face. He dropped your hand and stepped back, opening the door for you. You reached for your heavy bag but he tutt’d you and lifted them over his shoulder easily.

“Least I could do after nearly knocking you out, right?” He remarked as he followed you up the steps.

“Where is everyone?” You asked, noticing the bus was completely empty.

“They ran out to get some supplies for the trip,” Eddie nodded, “Food and shit like that...important things.”

“It wasn’t stocked already?” You turned to look at him, “Man...they really dropped the ball this time around. Usually, the bus is fully stocked for everyone.”

“Beer and condoms,” Eddie nodded but didn’t dare make eye contact with you, “They didn’t come stocked...that’s what they went after.”

“Ah. The real important things,” you laughed.

You chose a bunk at random and pushed the curtain back, stepping back to let him sit your bags down.

“They normally give me another travel option but for some reason, they couldn’t get another RV.” You shrugged.

“I figured they’d put someone on the bus with us to make sure we’re behaving.”

“I don’t know what they were thinking but like don’t worry, I usually just keep to myself anyway until we’re stopped.”

“Where’s the fun in keeping to yourself?” He smirked as he leaned against the bunks on the opposite side, “You’re apart of the band now, hm?”

You laughed and turned to look at him, his face half visible by the lighting from the seating area. His long hair tumbled over his shoulders, arms crossed over a tank-top covered chest. Multiple tattoos decorated his arms. He had the look. He was going to be a big hit with the ladies. You’d done enough tours to know women went crazy for men like him...for good reason.

He gave you another small smile before he turned and walked out of the bunks, taking a deep breath. You were beautiful...one of the most beautiful girls he had seen in awhile. There was no way he was going to get through this tour without making an idiot out of himself.

When the rest of the guys got back, you had thankfully already gotten your bottom bunk set up. You were thumbing through a book when you heard the boisterous voices and heavy footsteps coming back through to the bunks.

“Bottom left bunk is taken,” you heard Eddie’s voice.

“By who?”

“Tour manager,” he said.

“We got a babysitter!?”

“Gareth…” Eddie sighed just as you were opening your curtain and peeking your head out.

“Hello,” you said as you crawled out of the small space.

“A girl at that!?”

“Jesus christ,” Eddie snorted, shaking his head as he walked back into the front area.

You introduced yourself to them individually, learning their names were Gareth, Jeff, and another one they all lovingly referred to as “Freak.” The bus driver arrived and things sort of settled down a bit, most of the guys in sitting in the front lounge watching a movie.

The first day was always the slowest. It was the farthest distance to travel, the longest night, everything was a little awkward still. You were in your bunk, lost in a book for about three hours when you heard the first few strings of your favorite song being played from the back lounge.

You had learned Eddie was the guitarist and singer. His voice was strong, thick, and sent goosebumps down your skin when you first heard it. But that was on a cassette with a band backing him.

Acoustically, his voice was raspier and dreamy, a comforting sound that you found yourself leaning closer to the opening to get a better hearing. He was barely stroking the strings and his singing had turned to humming. Something pulled you from your space and before you could truly stop yourself, your feet were walking the very short distance to the back of the bus where you cracked the door open.

He was stooped over the guitar that rested in his lap, his chin resting on the body as he lazily strummed along to whatever was going on inside of his mind. Cigarette smoke swirled around him, filling the room in the acrid scent. His long brown hair was pulled into a low bun and you had realized only then that he was shirtless.

The bus hit a bump, jostling the door open even wider, and Eddie’s eyes popped open to see who was spying on him.

“Shit, did I wake you up?” He sighed, “Sorry if so.”

“No, not at all. I was reading actually.” You gave him a small smile as you walked into the lounge and closed the door behind you, “I heard my favorite song.”

“Didn’t take you for a L.A Guns girl.”

“Yeah, well, don’t judge a book by its cover, hm?” You gave him a small smile, “I think everyone else is asleep in the front.”

“Yeah, probably so. They could sleep through storms...and I’ve personally seen Jeff sleep through Gareth hammering the shit out of the drums so it doesn’t shock me.” He said, picking up his cigarette that was resting on the lip of the ashtray.

“You don’t sleep much either, hm?”

“What gave you that idea?” He smirked, “But no...not enough at least.”

“Good. I was scared I was going to be alone most of the traveling time. I hate trying to be quiet when everyone else is asleep.”

He sat the guitar down on its stand and leaned back, running his hands over his face as he groaned softly. His stomach contracted as he stretched and you noticed a few tattoos adorning his chest, and as your eyes trailed down, you could see the small happy trail peeking up over his boxers. There was something oddly sexy about this guy. You knew better than to ever mix business with pleasure. You felt yourself blushing and forced your eyes away from him as you curled your legs underneath you.

“This is your first tour completely, hm?” You asked, eyes daring to flick over to him before looking back down at your fingers. He was staring daggers at you.

“Outside of the small ones we’d do around Indiana, yeah.” He nodded, “First time in a bus, too...this is so much better than the van.”

“You nervous at all?”

“Always get a little preshow jitters,” he nodded, “But nothing drastic. That’ll probably change tomorrow night. We’ve never played a sold out show.”

“Ah, you’re going to do great.” You waved your hand dismissively, “The girls are going to be crazy.”

“Yeah right,” he snorted, “We’d be lucky to even have one girl there, I’m sure.”

“Are you insane?” You laughed, “Chicks dig band members and you’re four great looking guys.”

His head dropped to the side, his eyes locking on yours as if to say “Seriously?” in their own silent ways.

“I’m being serious. I’ve toured with big bands and smaller bands than you. I’ve seen girls try and break into hotels and into the bus. They steal things so make sure you lock any and all valuables up if you bring any girls back to the bus.” You nodded, “First nights are always the quietest but after that first show...you’re going to have girls hanging off of you.”

“That’s the thing though,” he said as he quickly licked his lips, “I just love music...I’m not in it for the groupies or whatever...I just want to play my songs and hangout with my friends afterwards, ya know? I don’t...I don’t like a lot of people in my space. I’d much rather everything just be mellow like this...until show time, of course. Maybe I’m weird but...I’m not really in this for the famous side. I don’t really want to be famous...i just want to be heard.”

“That’s not weird at all. It’s honestly refreshing. I toured with Motley Crue last year for a short stint and all they thought about was sex and drugs...I never got any rest.” You snorted, resting your chin on your knee as you hugged your legs tighter to you.

“I don’t think you’re going to have to worry about us bringing anything like that on here,” he snorted, “Now...we may play DnD every once in awhile.”

“DnD?”

“Dungeons and Dragons,” he smirked, “Nerd shit.”

“I’ve always wanted to learn to play that,” your eyes widened, “I was always too intimidated to learn in high school..”

“Intimidated?” He smirked, “By the geeks?”

“By everyone,” you laughed, “Didn’t make friends easy.”

“Where you shy?” He grinned over at you.

“Maybe a bit,” you laughed, looking up at him through your lashes, “What about you?”

“I was hated,” he laughed, “There was a whole spill that happened...bunch of bullshit honestly, but...got over it, ya know?”

“How old are you? It said in your files but to be honest, I didn’t really read over everything.”

“Twenty-six,” he nodded, “Just turned twenty-six.”

“Same here,” you nodded, “Well, it’s my birthday soon.”

“When?”

“Next Wednesday,” you shrugged, “Usually spend it by myself.”

The bus hit another bump in the road and the two of you braced yourselves against the couch as everything swayed. He groaned and closed his eyes, the familiar nauseated feeling hitting him like it did earlier.

“Carsick?” You scrunched your nose.

“Horribly,” he buffed.

“Come here.” You said as you stood up and walked back into the bunk area. You reached in for your bags and pulled out a small pill bottle for anti-nausea. You weren’t expecting him to be so close when you turned around, but you bumped into him and gasped slightly.

“Sorry...didn’t mean to scare you,” he said softly as he took the pill from your hand. You watched as he swallowed it with the beer he had been nursing earlier before the bus hit another bump yet again except this time, you didn’t mind. It knocked the both of you flush against each other, causing him to pin you back against the wall. You reached out to grab him, your hands falling to his waist as he caught himself on the paneling.

“Jesus,” you huffed, looking up at him as he steadied himself, “You okay?”

“Mhm,” he grimaced, “Sorry.”

“It’s okay,” you said with a soft smile, “It gets easier the longer you’re on a bus like this...but maybe I should report the driver.”

He laughed and watched as you sat down into your bunk and put the bottle back up.

“Think I’m going to head to bed,” Eddie said, “You good?”

“Yeah,” you gave him a small smile, “See ya in the morning. Rest up for that big day tomorrow.”

#Eddie Munson #Eddie Munson x reader #Eddie Munson x you #Stranger Things #Stranger Things fanfic #original fics #thefreakymunson #joseph quinn #Anywhere But Here

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adriankyte-writes · 4 months

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Daily Writing Count

Accountability time again: Lets get this party started

Daily goal for The Derelict (Original Sci Fi) 824 (can switch to another project once met, but need to hit hard early in the month for release date.)

Daily Goal (to hit 50000 this month): 1571

Daily Bonus Goal (to hit 75000 this month) 2433

#writing #writeblr #writers on tumblr #writing inspiration #goal tracking #fanfic #original fics #science fiction #fantasy

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sonder-writes · 13 days

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my original novel

In between writing my fanfictions, I've also been working on an original book! Which, fun fact, was inspired by my fanfic 'To Love Someone Who's Never Met You' (but it diverged a lot). The novel has been sent to publishers so we're close to my very first book being released!

Looking for relatable queer stories? Psychologically-accurate stories that include mental health issues? Click the read more to find out more about my novel

Alexander is a miner who lives in 1850s Ballarat, Australia, but he hates his job because it's too overstimulating (he's autistic and doesn't know it). Nevertheless, he tries his hardest to maintain himself as a friendly, God-fearing man with a wife and a baby on the way.

Then Josh unexpectedly turns up while in the middle of drug withdrawal. Josh is from 2023 and has no idea how he got to 1855; he had just been looking for drug money. But at least there's a hot guy here who seems willing to help him.

Alexander doesn't realise he's in love with a man until it all, agonisingly, falls into place. Then he accidentally time-travels to 2022 all on his own, and can only find a Josh who has no idea who he is.

Gay love? Asexuality? Trauma? Autism? Meth and heroin addiction? BPD? Suicidal ideation? We've got all of it and more in my up and coming novel!

Stay tuned for updates on its publication journey :]

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mcfiddlestan · 7 months

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Speaking of fics…

Not working on any fanfic at the moment. The juju just isn’t there. Which makes me sad. I blame the meh-ness of Phase 4 lol. Just not inspired. Anyway…

I have been working on an original third part of a trilogy I started back in 2003/4. It originally started out as an *NSYNC trilogy, but I never finished the third part (the first one focused on Chris, the second on JC, and the third was supposed to be about Justin). I probably never wrote it bc I started really really really disliking Justin. lol

Anyway. I rewrote the other two into original fics so I decided earlier this year (before all the *NSYNC mania started again I swear lol) to start working on that third one. But I had a lot of rework to do with the other two. My writing has changed a lot since the early 2000s so I updated stuff.

I guess the point of this post is to humble brag that I actually wrote a whole entire scene today. I haven’t done that — with fandom fic, OG fic or otherwise — in a long time.

So yay me. :)

#personal #la’s ramblings #*NSYNC trilogy #original fics #I miss writing like this!

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kijiboop · 3 months

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Find the World

Tagged by @jezifster

Quotes taken from The Quickening (angels)

Ache

She could feel their movements, could pinpoint where they were in the sky. Her heart pounded in her ears and she turned her head, following them. She wanted to sprint out onto the lawn, spread her arms wide and beg them to take her. She wanted arms around her, wings mantled over her, the scent of angels all around her. She ached for it. “Sucks, doesn’t it?”

Grab

The afternoon proved sunny, if still colder than they were used to as the squad left the cafe in search of more off-duty recreation. Killian tilted his head to study the light reflecting off the choppy surface of Lake Superior, then grabbed Remy’s arm and hissed, “Aeliri.” Before his fledge mate could respond, Killian threw himself into the air and shot off toward the lakeshore. A wild grin stretched his face as he heard the sounds of his entire squad rising into the air behind him.

Darkness

In the deep darkness of the wee hours, Milo waited at the edge of Presque Isle Park for Killian. They had agreed to meet here around two so Milo could meet Peg and vice versa. Something crossed the moon and Milo smiled and spread his arms wide when Killian landed nearby, Peg cradled to his chest and another angel in close formation. “I knew you were bringing me one wayward babe, but this is a welcome surprise.” He held out his hands for Remy and beamed. “I’m Milo. You must be Remy.”

Deep

“What have you done?” Sarael asked as he approached. Kestrel looked away as Harry bound his wrists behind him, under his wings and then looped the wing-cuffs around his wings, pinning them closed and cinching the cuffs in at Kestrel’s waist. “I looked into the heart of the flock and saw things I don’t agree with,” Kestrel said quietly as Sarael stopped in front of him. “There is corruption here, brother, and I can’t look away from it now that I’ve seen it. I can’t risk fading with this corruption so deep.” Sarael shook his head in confusion. “Then report it. Tell the lieutenant. Or move up the chain to the captain. There has to be a better way to deal with this.” His clutch mate smiled sadly. “Thousands of years old and you still believe in the system. Father love you, Sarael. It’s been good working so close to you these past few months.”

#kiji fics #original fics #angels #original characters

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k-indie · 2 years

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it was empty save for the happiness and peace that filled the area. it had been untouched for so long that it had become a sacred space, a space no one could touch ever again.

she had been too busy working on herself, making her own grass greener to notice the person seated so perfectly so in her ever-growing garden. distressed about the idea of someone having found their way inside of the place without her knowing, she looked bewildered at the man, and she screamed his head off with complaints of trespassing.

but he didn't move, he didn't scream back or even seem the slightest bit bothered by her anger. instead, he offered a reassuring smile and allowed her to run off at the mouth.

"Get out right now or so help me God!"

what he said next left her stunned and speechless. she had been so used to dealing with her own bullshit that when she was met with the next line, she was shocked out of her gardening gloves.

"...No."

#idk what this is it came to me and i shidded it out #fanfics #original fics #original content #original no fanfiction #but might become fanfic #might as well make it a gojo x reader bc i almost mever write thay albino cocksucker

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dckweed · 1 year

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hello my favorite lil whores, i know i haven't been very active and a lot of you guys have sent in messages asking if im okay..i am very much okay, just honestly needed a little break from request/fic writing and wanted to go focus back on my roots for a second. i am working on new requests and fics and as you read this, though i don't want to give any timelines because im never accurate lol.

i did however, want to give you guys a peak into what my original works look like, and right now im currently working on a book that contains the little snippet ill be posting below..

warnings: MINORS SAFE TO READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. mentions of drug use and overdose, mentions of nudity, mentions of death/CPR.

𝖇𝖆𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘

Dazed and trying to hold on to what bit of clarity was left in her now drug adled brain, it took Arya a while before she was able to make a conscious thought. She lay on the back seat of Zak's nice, shiny car with her head in his lap. Vaguely she could feel his fingers in her hair, could smell the leather and pine of his cologne. She could see his lips moving out of the corner of her eye, heard his voice but couldn't comprehend the words. He looked like he was upset, she thought maybe he was shouting and she wanted to ask why, but her eyes wouldn't move away from the lights above them, speeding by one by one on the side of whatever road they were on. They were pretty, blurring together in one giant smear, the edges of buildings and headlights from other cars mingling in the mix of them all. She wanted to speak, to tell him it was okay, that she was alright. She wanted him to calm down, he wasn't much help when he was upset, only her brain wasn't moving fast enough to make words happen anymore, she could barely even blink her eyes.

She could feel her breathing hollowing out, and god she was so cold. Im going to die. She thought, and panic set in, kicking her brain into high enough gear for her to be able to do something other than groan. "Zak.." She could barely hear her own voice, and she was shocked when she finally managed to tear her gaze away from the windows to find him looking at her.

His hand was on her face, tapping her cheek as if to keep her attention on him. His lips were moving, her ears were ringing. She groans, closing her eyes tightly for a moment, swallowing despite her throat being so dry. She opens them again and for a moment everything comes into focus.

"Zak, Zak.." Her voice was still so quiet, but he could hear her. "I'm overdosing.." His eyebrows furrowed, and his thumb rubbed across her cheek, god she loved the feeling of his hands.

She saw his throat bob as if he was swalling before she finally heard his voice. "I know, I know sweetheart, we're getting you to the hospital okay?" He says, trying to reassure you that everything was fine. She couldn't help the small smile that spread across her lips, and even though it felt like it weighed a million pounds, she lifted her arm up to rest her hand on his.

"We're not going to make it." She says, shaking her head. "Zak, baby, listen to me okay..my heart is going to start slowing down to the point where it's not going to pump enough blood through me, it most likely won't kill me immediately.." She could see him start to freak out, the panic in his eyes as he tried to stay calm. "Baby listen..you're going to lay me down flat okay..can you do that please?"

Zak couldn't help but chuckle just the slightest bit, only his girl would be bossing her around while she was dying. It was good to hear her voice, even if it was barely just a whisper. "Okay.." He says softly, kissing her forehead as he lifts her head out of his lap and turns so he's kneeling as best as he can on the floor, his long, lanky legs not easy to manuever as he lays her down completely flat. He noticed her slight shiver and pulls the flannel he had left in the back seat over her, trying to keep her warm as best as he could. "..what now, baby, hmm?"

Arya struggles to keep her concentration, her eyes closing and then reopening after what feels like an eternity. "I need you to prop my legs up okay? Keeps the blood flow to the heart..just like that.." She feels him shove something under her ankles, a small duffle bag she thinks, his hands rubbing everywhere he touches in an effort to show some kind of affection. "Now straddle me..but don't sit on me."

Words were becoming increasingly hard to form, hell, they were becoming hard to even remember at this point and she knew she had to be faster about this if she wanted to have any chance of survival. God, she wished one of them had been smart enough to grab her bag from the hotel, there was a good dose of narcan in there that she would have shown God himself her breasts for.

"Okay.." She was going through the steps in her mind, and trying to be thorough and quick. It felt like it took her forever but she grabbed his hand and slowly pulled it up to her neck, where she knew her artery was. "Press two fingers very lightly..you feel it?" He nods, looking increasingly nervous by the second. "My heart is already slowing, i can barely remember the words im trying to say..when you feel it slow to the point where you can't hardly feel it at all, just a few slow beats..you're going to start compressions."

His eyes go wide, and he opens his mouth like he was about to protest. Arya shakes her head at him. "Remember what i taught you? how to form your hands?" He does it, right above the spot on her chest where she had once taught him compressions were the best. "you're going to do sets of five. Check my pulse, start again." She looks up at him. "My ribs are going to break, okay? You're going to feel them break, maybe even my sternum, but do not stop the compressions. Do you understand me? If you want any chance at me surviving this, do not stop compressions until we are inside that hospital, do you understand, Zakary?"

God, why did she hsve to use his whole name? He knew how serious this was. How could she think he didn't. "I understand, I'm not going to let you die.." She smiles at him, the corners of her mouth tugging up faintly and he can't help himself as he leans down and presses his lips against hers, holding her there as she slips back into her daze. "I love you.."

It felt like forever, it truly did, and he was hoping that they would hit a hospital before it happened, but they were too far out in the desert for that, he couldn't just leave it to chance. This was his girl, his sweetheart. He wasnt going to let her die, not after what she had gone through because of him, and certainly not because he was stupid enough to not keep an eye on her.

He presses his fingertips to her artery point after a good ten minutes, it had to have been the hundredth time he'd done it though, only this time, he could only just faintly make out her heart, once and then after what felt like too long, twice.

"Henry, fucking drive!" He yells to his friend in the front, pressing his hands against her chest and pumping downwards. "One..two..three..four.. five.." Round and round he went, five compressions, check her pulse, five compressions press her pulse. After the fifteenth round of compressions, he felt something snap, something that felt just as painful to him as it probably did to her, but he didn't stop. She had said to keep going, and he wasn't going to disobey her.

He watched with watery eyes as her head jolted every time he pressed down, looked for any sign of life in her upon her pale, sunken in face.

God, he was so fucking stupid. How did he let this happen to her? To sweet, sweet, Arya.

Everything blurred after a while, he remembered yelling at Henry, but he couldnt hear what he had said, he could only hear his repetitions of five in his mind, hear her voice telling him what to do. He stared at nothing but her face, didn't move off of her until a security guard had to forcefully remove him off the stretcher he didnt remember getting on, her orders to not stop ringing loudly in his ears.

Had they made it? Would she be okay?

Once he has finally calmed down, the adrenaline worn off, he sunk down into a chair in the waiting room, hand on his face as he tries horribly not to cry.

#kara writes #kara writes things #original works #original fics #original books #good girl x bad boy #drama #romance #drugs

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yeehawpim · 8 months

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a comic about fix-it fanfics

#original comic #fanfic #fix it fic #fandom #dr who #bbc sherlock #avengers #my comic #my art #been thinking about the truly dumb amount of time I've spent reading fanfic #i started writing fix-it fic like a couple months ago and I Get It #teenage pim was a dumbass

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fattybattysblog · 2 months

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Find Five Lines Tag

Hey! Thank you for tagging me @mrsmungus! This looks like it'll be a really fun game.

Rules: find any lines in your WIP that fit each parameter given by the person who tagged you. Then change one of the parameters and tag five or more people. Can be lines from multiple WIPs. If you can't find a line that fits, feel free to change the prompt.

My lines: a line about the weather, a passionate line, a line expressing dread, a line that is screamed, a funny line

Your lines: a line about the weather, a passionate line, a line expressing longing, a line that is screamed, a funny line

I'll find these wherever I can. Surely I can fit something into all of them.

Weather - from Violet

Rain pattered on the tarp of the tent overhead. The flap was zipped tight but the small faux window showed the moon bathed darkness and the silver rain streaking to the ground. Cyrus rested an arm on one knee, staring out of the window and fighting the urge to fall asleep. There wasn’t much to focus on but the dark or the rain, both factors threatening to make him drift off. He shook his head and sighed softly, dragging a hand down his face.

Passion - from Friend, Please chapter 4

“I will not stand idly by while Cappy Town and all of Dreamland is threatened. Your entire guard is gone. Dead. And the Knight responsible will return to finish the job. We need to evacuate,” Meta Knight placed himself in front of the screen to keep them from getting back to it, “the Halberd can carry nearly every citizen here and we can head to a nearby planet. I don’t know how long we would have to stay there, but the remaining Star Warriors could attempt to drive her away.” The entire room watched him intently as he spoke. Dedede and his advisor murmured quietly, realizing the severity of the situation. This wasn’t some play-fight like the ones they usually encountered. Renting some two bit creatures to train and tease Kirby with. No, they didn’t summon this thing and now there was more than a little Warrior in training could handle. There was blood, death. This was serious.

Dread - from Falling into a Lizard's Nest

The Lizalfos were gone. Pire's heart sank into her stomach, her skin turning pale in fear. Though her long, white hair got in the way of the majority of her sight, she could tell they had moved. The only thing worse than any Lizalfos was not knowing where one went. She stayed motionless, hoping that her lack of movement would keep her somehow safe. She could feel her limbs shaking. It made it hard to keep still.

Screamed - from Friend, Please chapter 8

"What!?" Meta Knight exclaimed, his voice sharp with disbelief. Dark stiffened as well, a rare severity in his widening eyes. "Yes," the salesman continued smoothly, ignoring Meta Knight's reaction. "NME has decided to end King Dedede's account for good. Congratulations, MK. With any luck, we'll finally be rid of Kirby." The salesman waved them off with a poisonous smile and the screen went black.

Funny - from Sugar, Science, and Spirals chapter 1

"In calendar years, how old are you?" "Uhm..." Saphira blinked out of her thoughts and quirked her brows, "I never kept track... uh... I was born under the star of Sivalune?" Sam paused at that, glancing at her before writing down "ancient?" and moving on.

I'll be tagging @tsunderesalty @mikaharuka @danceswithdarkspawn @axolotlsupremacyowo @sliebman10 (sorry for the double tags)

#original character #battyasks #oc #fanfic #battyfics #tag game #five lines tag #kirby fanfics #original fics #BOTW fanfic

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allskywalkerswhine · 7 months

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in fics where luke gets plopped into the prequels i want every jedi within ten metres of him to think hes the weirdest jedi theyve ever seen. he has negative lightsaber form. he doesnt know what a kata is. he handstands when he meditates. his solution to sith is to try and have a chat. hes a political radical who keeps suggesting revolution. you ask him what the jedi code is and he says "kindness and compassion and helping those in need :) ". you ask how he used the force like that and he says some shit about how you are a luminous being limited only by your mind. the councils authority is just a suggestion. he is somehow the new favourite of both qui gon and yoda

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thefreakymunson · 2 years

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Anywhere But Here Master List

Chapter one Chapter two Chapter three Chapter four Chapter five Chapter six Chapter seven Chapter eight Chapter nine Chapter ten Chapter eleven Chapter twelve Chapter thirteen Chapter fourteen Chapter fifteen Chapter sixteen Chapter Seventeen

*also will be adding a tag list. If you're interested in being tagged in the next chapter to be notified when I post, please message me!

#Eddie Munson #Eddie Munson fanfic #Eddie Munson AU fanfic #STranger Things #Stranger things fanfic #thefreakymunson #original fics

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adriankyte-writes · 4 months

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Sneak Peak: Untitled

From: The Derelict very rough draft

A change in the light quality brings him to full alertness and he looks up quickly, terrified to find that the Daiomon is in his quarters. Its head is tilted, an owl hunting prey. He wants to reach for his radio, he needs to call for help, for backup. Instead, he locks up, staying put. The Daioman locks eyes with him, and he can’t move. He’s never been this close to one, but he’s read the survivor reports. The way they can entrance their victims, drawing them in with only a look. So many people simply walked into their embrace to die.

Jasper feels himself take a step towards the Daiomon, feeling a sensation of peace settle over him. He knows something is wrong, something should bother him, but he can’t remember what. He feels the fabric of his shirt slip from his fingers as he takes another step forward. He is within arms reach of the Daiomon and it raises a cool hand to his cheek.

He closes his eyes and rests his cheek against the hand which gently cups his face. The clawed fingers trace over his flesh. Those claws, so deadly; they are hollow, used to inject a poison of some kind to neutralize prey, and yet he doesn’t fear them. Somehow, ridiculously, he feels safe.

A voice in the back of his mind is screaming at him, because this is exactly how the report from the only expedition member to survive being fed on described the moments right before the attack. The Daiomon’s eyes trail over him, a finger traces his cheekbones, tilts his face to examine it from different angles.

#writing #writeblr #writers on tumblr #creative writing #writers #original fics #Jasper Ward #Bridge #Daiomon #alien species #feedback welcome #Adrian Kyte Writes #Adrian Kyte Sneak Peak

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macbeth-of-glamis · 4 months

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the never-ending moons : one, the reckoning

our protagonist, amiel greyire has a few too many meads and lands himself in a pickle.

the innkeeper and bartender poured another bottle of mead in the high elf’s metal tankard. “now, amiel, this is your last bottle. you’ve had seven in the last hour. i’ll let you pay your tab tomorrow,” he smiled, scribbling on a scrap of paper a reminder to pay. he stuffed it in the pocket of amiel’s cloak. the ale quickly went down the blonde’s gullet, and he stood. he stumbled, almost knocking over his stool. “do i need to get sorex to help you upstairs to your room?” corpulus asked. this had already happened the past six days. half of the entire time that amiel was in skyrim.

amiel shook his head, gaining his balance, “no no— i’msh gonna hunt tonightsh,” he drunkenly slurred. he stumbled to the door of the winking skeever, almost tripping over his own feet. he pulled off his scarf on the way out, deciding it was too hot in the city. people turned and stared as the scarf fell to the cobblestone as he stumbled through solitude. he scratched the back of his neck, his long and slender fingers sliding over the tiger stripes on his skin. he was flushed and sweaty. he exited the city gates, stumbling. a guard wanted to stop him, to escort him back to the city, but the stripes…. they were wrong. very wrong. like they shouldn’t be there.

the elf had blacked out once he stumbled down the road by katla’s farm. the last thing he remembered was the smell of horse manure as he stumbled by. his memory of the night came in flashes. he knew he stumbled into the wood off of the road, and transformed, his clothes tearing and falling into the mud and grass beside him. he grew. he stood on his hind legs, haunches tightening. his breathing deepened and grew raspy as his fangs elongated. the smell of alcohol on his breath turned into a smell so foul it could scare a falmer away.

the next flash came, amiel running on all fours, chasing his prey. his large golden blonde paws dug into the dirt beneath him, claws becoming messy. he was carnally growling, drool dripping down his jowls as he chased his prey. it was a large trophy buck— larger than any deer he’d caught before. once he was at a close enough point, he pounced, a deep yowl rumbling from his throat as his claws dug into the animal’s haunches.

his teeth ripped into the flesh as he pinned the struggling deer to the ground. its irony blood flooded his mouth, and its intestines spilled from its belly. the blood stained the dirt below as the deer was ripped to shreds. his fur was stained crimson with the blood of the deer, and he had his fill. he stood on two legs, panting heavily, his claws were still dug into the deer, and he looked up to the sky.

around him, he heard twigs snapping. his feline head turned around, growling deeply. the golden armor stepped out of the forest around the clearing. his claws dislodged from the bloody and mauled dead deer. the thalmor. they had found him. “arrows at the ready, make sure not to hit a vital organ..” a voice from the wood spoke, and he stepped out. a thalmor justiciar. amiel’s feline eyes narrowed, and almost charged at the familiar face, but he was too slow. an arrow flew from behind him, hitting him in the shoulder.

“you, amiel my love, are too slow. you should always be aware of your surroundings, kitty cat,” the justiciar smiled, walking closer, “a special paralysis tipped arrow, laced with.. silver, especially for lycanthropes,” he grinned. as the ‘young’ and red eyed thalmor agent stepped closer, amiel collapsed. he couldn’t move. he stared up at the sky, and a boot collided with his face. it hurt, immensely. but, he was out cold. dreaming, somewhat.

#the elder scrolls v: skyrim #cute #fanfiction #original fics #the elder scrolls #oc #original #skyrim

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sonder-writes · 8 months

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have this original short story I wrote that was longlisted in Furious Fiction

Fossilised Blood

The restaurant looked like a labyrinth. Dark stone walls, haphazard paths leading to different tables. It was perfect for a demon such as Kari. No one even noticed her horns and tail.

Kari clawed through the menu. There were all kinds of vampire-themed delights. But she didn't feel like something splattered with tomato sauce; she felt like something splattered with real blood.

That was what made crawling up to Earth such a delight. Human blood was a delicacy found nowhere else but in the innocence of an Earthly assembly.

A waiter came tip-toeing down the dark pathway to Kari's table. He was wearing a red cape, and he bared his plastic fangs in a smile when he greeted her.

"Vot vould you like to order?" he asked in a nondescript accent.

Kari raised an eyebrow and bared her own fangs. "I want you to show me who you really are."

She loved the purity of humans before their death. She hated inauthenticity. The fake accent and outfit were especially getting under her scales. But just before humans took their last breath, that was when the magic happened; that was when their demons came out.

The waiter took a step back. "What do you mean?" he asked in his normal Australian accent.

Fear. There was fear behind his eyes already, and Kari delighted in it.

"I haven't tasted human flesh in months," she drawled. "Please, show me your bones."

"Uh- I'm getting my manager," he turned around to hurry off.

Kari extended her arms and grabbed him around the waist, pulling him back over to sit against her chest.

With a forked tongue, she licked him from his neck up. She could already taste the fear oozing from his pores, and the whimper he let out brought a pleasant shiver running down her spine.

"Be quiet for me, please. I only want you to scream when you tell me your final secrets," Kari whispered.

She gripped the top of his head with her claws, turned his and her heads. Their silhouette flickered on the wall. The pathetic man and the demon who was about to kill him, just 2D shadows on a wall. She wanted to keep it there forever.

She smiled at the waiter. "You're going to last.

Then a moment later, she hoisted him up and smashed him into the wall. Over and over and over again. His bones cracked, his blood splattered, his screams rang through every tunnel of the restaurant.

This was who he was. A terrified man who was screaming for his mother. And he would taste delicious.

She stopped when he went limp. When his brains dripped to the floor.

She picked up a piece of his skull and sucked off the juices, watching her blood-soaked shadow. She was overwhelmed with euphoria. The thrill of a kill and the meal in the aftermath.

She picked up the crumpled corpse and brought it down underground, ready to be enjoyed in a restaurant of Hell.

#the Will Wood reference was accidental lol #writing community #my writing #writers on tumblr #writeblr #writerscommunity #furious fiction #demons #murder #original fics #original character #original writing

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yandere-writer-momo · 1 month

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Yandere Head Canons:

Sacrificial Bride

Yandere Dragon Shifter x Princess Reader

TW: Yandere behavior, manipulation, Somniaphilia (suggested), delusional yandede, complacency, etc.

Feroc the Ferocious was the kind of dragon who would bring any silly knight to their knees. The kind of dragon that inspired legends and stories to be written in books. The kind of dragon that was larger than any castle human like could ever dream to build. The kind of dragon that could decimate a kingdom with a single breath of his fiery flames if he was angered… the dragon that your own people sacrificed you, the princess, to in order to save themselves from his wrath.

And so they bound you up and threw you before him. Your own father on his knees as he begged the great dragon for mercy in exchange for his own flesh and blood… the kingdom’s most prized beauty in exchange for peace. An offer Feroc quickly accepted before the king could utter another word!

Dragons collected beautiful treasures! Dragons hoarded their treasure in caves and abandoned castles fad from prying eyes… and unbeknownst to you, Feroc found you to be rhetorical most beautiful

For dragons, a sacrificial spouse was an ancient tradition and this was the first time he’d been offered such a perfect bride! How could he refuse you? Especially when your own people begged him so prettily? Would you beg for him just as beautifully one day?

And so you were scooped up in his ginormous talons and carried away in the sky to a lone tower deep in the mountains. Your new home… your home with Feroc.

You could recall how scared of him you used to be. You’d heard from many people of how this giant scaled beast before you was a man eater. Of how he swallowed many knights in his time… yet this dragon seemed so shy from your experience so far. Skittish even.

Feroc often brought you various jewelry and fine silks from his daily raids. There wasn’t a day that went by that he didn’t bring you a gift of some kind. His molten eagerly studied your form despite his persistent silence. Feroc’s company disturbed you as much as it comforted you.

It took a month for him to speak to you. His accent was heavy from the olden tongue he spoke but he knew the same language you spoke. His voice was booming and low, it could easily strike terror in others… but for some reason, his voice calmed you. Perhaps loneliness has finally crept its fangs into your heart? You weren’t sure…

Feroc would bring you anything you wanted to eat. Within means, of course. He’d bring you delicacies he’d likely looted off some poor caravan if you said you wanted sweets. There was no extremes he wouldn’t go to for you, which was odd since he was a dragon who’s been around for hundred of years… why did Feroc have such an interest in a human princess?

One day, you had a nightmare of a man standing in the corner of your room. Your scream in the night quickly alerted your guardian who peaked his large eye in your room in worry.

“Princess? What’s wrong?”

“I just had a nightmare… I thought there was a man in my room.” You wiped the sweat from your forehead while Feroc clicked his tongue.

“No man could ever scale his tower. I’m the only one who can enter. I’d never let anyone harm you.” The red and black dragon grumbled, his molten eyes glanced you once over. “Why? Do you… want a human companion?”

“I do get lonely sometimes.” You admitted to Feroc . His eyes now filled with hurt. “I do enjoy your company but… I miss being able to touch another human.”

Feroc didn’t understand your sentiment. He was a might dragon! The strongest of his kind! Feroc has proven himself to be the best of mates to you and yet you were still displeased? Was it because he was a dragon? Would you be happier if he showed you his other form?

“I’ll figure something out then… get some sleep.”

Feroc now snuck in your bedroom when you slept. He ghosted his clawed fingers over your oblivious form in wonder. His clawed fingers were too sharp, he’d have to dull them more… he didn’t want to cut up his pretty princess!

Feroc’s gentle touches progressed when he noticed how heavy of a sleeper you were. His desire to see what made you human drove him to insatiable heights. No area was left unexplored with his eyes. He needed to be perfect. Feroc had to be compatible with you. You and him were going to have young one day, after all! Feroc didn’t want to harm you in the process!

Feroc was able to mold his body into a perfect man. Once that was the perfect size for you, yet still immense so you’d know it was him. Feroc now stood at a massive seven feet tall rather than the hundred feet of his dragon form.

Yet there was a constant fear within him that you’d die of old age or of natural causes… Feroc knew humans were fragile creatures so he did what he had to. Feroc shared half of his heart with you while you slept. It was a simple spell and a painless procedure for you. One that would benefit the both do you in the long run!

If one of you died, the other would! You’d never age! You now shared a lifespan with him. Feroc couldn’t wait to tell you once the two of you made everything official!

It took another month for him to reveal this perfect form to you. Feroc had to let the excitement die down from sharing his heart with you so you didn’t freak out! Humans were such finicky creatures, after all! And he’d be an awful mate if he frightened you with a subject you had no knowledge on…

All you needed was to see this devilishly beautiful form of his and you’d be bewitched.

“Look at us… we’re so beautiful together.” Feroc whispered into the skin of your shoulder as he admired your reflection beside him. “I think I’ll find you more gold to decorate you with, my treasure.”

“Feroc, I don’t understand.” You jump when Feroc dragged his forked tongue across your exposed shoulder.

“You accepted all of my gifts and you’re the only one who suits me.” Feroc hissed his obsidian eyes flashed a bright gold. “Wouldn’t you rather be by my side than in my stomach?”

You gulped and obediently rested your head on his chest which made him purr in contentment. His muscular arms wrapped around yours as his wavy black hair tickled your skin.

“I’m joking, I’d never eat you.” Feroc smiled before he pressed a soft kiss to your cheek. “You’re my bride, after all.”

You didn’t need to know about how many knights he’s killed over the last few months for you. Feroc would take care of you until the day the both of you died. Every heinous act he’s ever committed over these last few months were all for his beautiful, blushing bride.

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