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undercoverpena · 6 months

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little cute things to remember (because it’s been a while since we’ve done this):

✨ you’re more that the notes or the followers you get: outside of the obvious, sometimes a fic is a grower (it’ll find people in time) and sometimes it’s because people are storing your work away ready to read when they need comfort. your worth isn’t attached to your numbers, it’s your storytelling, your soul and kindness. plus, if you love it, that’s one super fan—and anyone else is a bonus.

🌙 you don’t have to write X to fit in/be seen: just like we don’t eat the same meal every day, people’s interests change. what is popular changes, but what doesn’t change is what makes you happy. so, write that because that means your heart will be in it.

🌾 it’s okay to be nervous about connecting with people you admire: but I promise it’ll be worth it. work up to it, take the time you need, but I promise (from someone who is a chronic worrier and big ball of anxiety) everyone will be just as thrilled to hear from you, as you are to hear from them.

🪴 your process is your process, own it: I see people worry about not posting enough, and those who worry they post too much. your process, your writing, your blog at the end of the day, is yours. if people don’t like it, they know where the unfollow button is. you’re doing amazing, you’re doing what you want, when you want it, with the time you have. don’t let anyone take your shine.

🔑 I don’t think I can write X or Y or Z: that’s okay. you don’t have too. even if they’re wildly popular or it’s your fave character/trope to read, it’s okay if you find it overwhelming to write. but, try. even in private, even if it never makes it online and stays in a private discord with your bestie. sometimes, it’s scary to take the leap, but sometimes it’s also pretty fucking great.

🩷 for my anxious, worrying souls: sometimes, it does feel lonely. it feels like you’re shouting into a void, surrounded by people, but still on the outskirts of the convos, the chats, the places, the fandom. it’s one of two things: perspective—your brain, as wondrous as it is, is also very cruel, and twists good things into bad (like a disney forest that if you go too deep into begins to look eerie) or you just need to find your person. the one you send all your thoughts to, the one who learns all the intricacies of your life, your routine, easily. it can be hard (and intimidating) to find them, but you will. they’re out there, waiting for you as much as you are for them.

☁️ what makes fandom great is not just the works we find along the way, but the souls we find and connect to. fandom is about supporting art, sharing, loving, enjoying, but it’s also about having fun, being in a space you can curate that makes you smile, and doing so with people who get you, who understand why you love that movie (even if it’s not rated that great) and love you for it all the same.

🫂 do what’s best for you: you don’t want to tackle that fic now, that’s okay. you want to change fandoms, that’s okay. you want to take a break and come back. you want to be around, connecting but not writing for a while, that’s super cool. you want to press pause, hide, lurk for a moment, you do you bby. ignore that pressure you feel on your shoulders, it’s not real. those who love your work, your words, your style, your heart will be here. there’s only one you, and if you burn out at both ends, all you’ll be given is a version of you that you’ll look back on and not like to be reminded of.

lots of love,

jo (undercoverpena) 💕

#kind things #jo’s thoughts

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ao3commentoftheday · 5 months

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Any tips for motivation to finish a fic in this situation:

I'm a couple chapters from the end on a fic I'm writing, when someone else in the same fandom posts an extremely similar fic but it's a one-shot. It's not exactly the same as mine, but it's the same universe and multiple plot points are really similar.

What I want to believe is that I'm so happy they were clearly inspired by mine, because their fic is honestly amazing. But I'm afraid that my ending won't be as interesting now, because of the similarities, even though I planned it in advance. And I've lost the motivation to post it. How to get it back?

You might have heard of the Two Cakes Rule, but in case you haven't, around about a decade ago tumblr artist @stuffman created a comic that really resonated in which a disappointed artist looks at a simple cake they've made as they place it next to a beautifully decorated layer cake and they say "Aw man. That guy's cake is way better than mine." In the second panel of the comic, an audience member smiles broadly with eyes lit up with joy. They hold a knife and fork at the ready and say, "HOLY SHIT! TWO CAKES!"

Right now, you're comparing your work to that other person's work and worrying that yours might be worse somehow. It's entirely possible that the other author feels the same way, in reverse. Even if they don't, though, remember that their fic existing doesn't take anything away from yours.

My first fic on my previous fandom was about two science nerds in university who are doing "sex research" with each other. I didn't realize when I started it that another author (who became my friend!) was writing the same premise at the same time. I was posting mine as I went and she was writing hers out ahead of time, to be posted for a holiday exchange. Our fics both had sex-because-science, friends-to-lovers, lab sex, a watch-like device that characters wore to take readings during the sexual activity, charts and graphs, bonkers theories about the effects of sex on the brain - and that's just the similarities off the top of my head.

She stopped reading mine at chapter 2 or 3 because she was so worried about how similar they were, but when she posted hers and we finally got a chance to read both fics to completion? We were tackling basically the same plot and tropes and even plot devices in such similar-yet-different ways. It was awesome!

If you love your story, keep writing your story. You know what you want to say and how you want to say it. Those are two things that not every writer can say when they start out.

Your story is going to be amazing because you wrote it. You got this. ❤️

#asks and answers

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writing-for-life · 2 months

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Keeping Them In Character...

It’s so interesting what you wrote about fixing Morpheus in the other post, @rriavian. I didn't want to take that one too off topic, hence I made a new one. I hope this is okay, because I love talking about these things, especially with other writers (everyone who reads this, writer or not, feel free to join in). I think I’ve said this somewhere else before (can’t remember where): If we keep him in character, there is no fixing him anyway.

But fanfic wouldn’t be fanfic without those attempts, and I totally get why. I want a different ending for him, too, alas, not in canon, even if that might sound contradictory. If they touched the ending in the show, I’d honestly be pissed off, but that’s my personal problem, and Neil can do with it whatever he wants—it’s his story. So I guess every fic that sees him alive at the end starts with the premise that we have to bend him into shape ever so slightly to make it possible. To me though, there’s a world of a difference between that and basically turning him into an OC with no resemblance to Morpheus bar name and looks (not saying that isn’t fair, it’s just not for me because if I wanted that, I’d write an OC, because that’s what he would be to me).

Morpheus is not weak. I even get why some people who mainly came to the Sandman via the show might be drawn into that direction initially, because we obviously see him very low at the beginning (I’m hesitant to say “at his lowest”). But after that, he pretty much stands in his power again (with ups and down obvs)—a power that burdens him for a multitude of reasons I don’t want to go into now, otherwise I’ll still sit here tomorrow. Wrote about it a million times though.

I think the fundamental misunderstanding is that anyone can fix him. So whoever we pair up with him can only walk with him, but he’ll need to take the steps himself, and more importantly: He would need a reason to want to do that. And yes, that’s exactly what my OC tells him at some point because she suffers, and she’s done with it despite understanding him on a deep level and accepting who and what he is—I think you're right when you say there’s a tendency in fandom to turn one half of the relationship into some kind of martyr and/or “void filler” to save someone. And the tricky thing about Morpheus is: He actually is looking for something to fill a void (which, to stress that again, doesn't mean he isn't powerful, so it's not to be mistaken for general weakness). And both in The Sandman and in real life, that never leads to anything good, but I can see why it's tempting to fall into that trap because his character lends itself particularly well to that type of trope (and I even play around with that in the first part of my fic, but it was also clear to me that it won't end there).

Now, this obviously isn’t real life, a story doesn’t necessarily have to lead to something good, but the most important question, to me, was always: What would make him take said steps himself, and above all: WANT to take them? Because truly, that’s where it all falls down in canon. And there is enough scope to explore that in quite a few different ways in my view.

For me, it was always clear that it can never be through wanting to change who or what he is on a fundamental level (that’s why I’m not into retired!Dream AUs, because they would fundamentally change who he is. Again, totally fine if people want to explore that, it's just not for me). I honestly believe he would bristle at that and recoil/retreat. Because it would just add to what is at the core of his very dilemma: If you want to change who and what he is, you basically admit you don’t truly understand him (not even those closest to him truly do), and that’s part of what breaks him (I say “part”, because there are more things in the mix than one can shake a stick at). And there is a clear difference between his being capable of change (we all know he is) and wanting to change him. They are not one and the same, but sometimes, fandom treats them as if they were.

Misunderstanding him, misinterpreting him is inherent to his being: He is Dream—forever out of reach, forever nebulous and unreal and weird and prone to be misunderstood/misinterpreted unless you stop trying and just trust the process/intuition--otherwise, it wouldn’t be (a) D/dream. It truly applies to all that he is. And you see what happens when he tries to rationalise things himself: Although he understands the boundaries between dreams and reality and keeps them in place, he is UNreality, and forever will be. And the way that gets ignored in fandom sometimes baffles me. Although it also doesn’t, because of course we’re human, and we want things to be real.

Back to those steps: I personally think he would never take them for himself because he doesn’t believe he has a story, and outright centring himself as the main character who is in charge of his own story is something he will always deny himself. But I think that’s also the way in? Because if he could perceive, at least initially, that he is part of someone else’s story and that they WANT him in that story (all that he is and isn’t, including all that is broken) with full acceptance but without complete self-denial. That they don’t try to change him, because they understand what the unreal is (and that requires a very particular type of person). That he would want to try because the love he has for them weighs heavier than how little he loves himself (was it you, @stellerssong who recently also wrote something along those lines, or am I making that up?). And that by doing that, he gradually learns to see himself through someone else's eyes. And once on that path, he would maybe, just maybe, start to understand that indeed he has a story of his own, and that he might be able if not to entirely rewrite, but at least to keep on writing it from this moment onward. Like everyone who believes (because believing something is possible means trusting in it despite it not being real, and trusting in the process rather than the result. He knows the power this wields over everyone but himself--not because it’s not true for him but because he won’t allow it. But maybe he could get himself to a stage where he allows it). That it's not about fixing anything really, but growing enough around what's broken and always will be, instead of trying to make it smaller or go away.

Yes, I do believe that might be possible, although there's much more to it than I've written here because it's incredibly complex, and it requires a lot of give and take, compromise and yes, pain along the way. And maybe it might not work at all (I never really 100% know where I end up when I write because my characters always, always make those decisions for me, and despite setting out with a plan, I almost never end up where I had initially intended to go. So if you asked me today, I couldn’t promise that I truly know where my current WiP is going and who will be where at its end, and it is very frustrating at times because I’m not always happy with what these guys are doing. At the moment, I'm truly not). But I believe he would at least try if someone who allowed for those dynamics were around. And that’s why I wrote an OC, because while I can see one or two canon characters that get fairly close to what I'd envision (and none of them are one half of the bigger ships), I ultimately couldn’t do it with them because there was something in their established dynamics that threw it off for me. Unless I would have pulled at least one of them (probably both) OOC to a degree that felt too much for me. But I'm always super interested in other people's process and line of thinking.

But yeah, that’s the precarious dance between trying to keep him in character while also working towards a different ending (that's obviously far less of a problem in one-shots). If that will ever work—who knows…

#sandman fanfic #the sandman #sandman #dream of the endless #morpheus #fanfic writing process #also somewhat of a >>>#sandman meta #trying to keep them in character #and it's hard

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orangelemonsstuff · 2 years

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Cottagecore!Yuu x DarkFae!Malleus

a/n: not so good not so bad writing, (I'm still new to this lol) i just had this thought of writing this on that one post i saw about "someone should write Cottagecore Yuu x Dark academia Malleus (??) "

whoever you are thank you for that idea, please do forgive me for forgetting your username and i hope this fic come across you 😇🙏

•••

Malleus, a popular name to mortals for he is known to be the next heir of the throne of the kingdom of Thorn Valley,

everyone in the neighboring kingdom of thorn valley (Ramshacklerion) feared Malleus for who knows what would he do once he succeed the throne, he might even betray the other kingdoms near the Thorn Valley just to get more power as Faes are known for being greedy on power and possessive of their treasures

because of this fear, the king of Ramshacklerion invited Malleus (for the first time) to a grand ball and even to let him stay at his castle for weeks just to earn his favor so his kingdom won't get ambushed if Malleus ever get a dark thought about overruling every kingdom just to make the Thorn Valley bigger,

however

Malleus is aware of this and thought its really amusing how these mortals think he would do such thing, yes, he did love the fact that he is invited to a party not that he ever gets to be invited often, but he did not love the fact it was just to earn his favor

he doesn't even care to go ruling other people's kingdom nor even want the powers and riches that's promised to it, nonetheless it would be also tiring just thinking he would had to keep such big land as that

he isn't that interested in the throne or even succeeding it

he don't want a big kingdom to rule

he don't want a big castle filled with treasures

he wants something else...

a companion

a companion to talk to

yes, Lilia and his other attendants are there for him and he does appreciate it

but he wanted more than a servant serving a master kind of relationship

he wants to experience the something what mortals exchange to each other, affection, warmth, happiness

or even love

he always have been jealous of everyone who share their love and affection to their significant other or their friend

he always read books about human intimacy back home or even sometimes sees it when he observes humans

he wants to feel the same thing humans do to people they love,

someday maybe

maybe someday he would experience it to someone who is willing to love him for who he is.

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despite the name, Malleus thought the kingdom is pretty neat and peaceful itself

the kingdom is bright and blooming with colors and flowers unlike the Thorn Valley's dark atmosphere

it almost made his retairners sick of how bright and cheery this kingdom is

though he didn't mind to be in somewhere new rather than staying at his beloved big rotting villa

Malleus enjoys the half of his stay at the castle with his attendants

but only half

most of the servants of the castle avoids him and his attendants, they're not even trying to make eye contact nor look at them at their faces but just to bow down at them with their heads lower to the knee whenever they came across them

the king of this castle is no good either

everytime the king himself remembers that Malleus is staying in his castle, he would bother Malleus about non-sensical things including their ties with the Thorn Valley.

not only that, Malleus would get called over at his office many times to discuss about Malleus's stay at the castle and how is his experience

oh how would he love just to list everything thats on his mind of what he thinks and hate about this castle

he hates how everyone seems to have their head down on whenever they walk towards him or pass by him

he hates how the king himself is shady and bothers him about the kingdom stuff he isn't even interested in

he hates how he is forced to be with his retainers all the time so he wouldn't be in danger because of assassins and other malicious person that's trying to threaten his life

Then, Malleus had enough.

everything is too much

the king himself is too much too he almost wished he didn't accept his invitation.

thus this afternoon he snuck out of the palace leaving alone without his guards (and yes they did all panick except for Lilia who let Malleus have fun on his own because he know he can defend himself)

Malleus doesn't have anywhere to go and since he don't want to go around scaring the humans on the capital or the town's square of the kingdom

so he planned to just take walk and a breath on a nearby small forest behind the outskirts and come back to the castle after he's satisfied.

it was kind of overwhelming for him to stray in the forest just to leave the castle for a walk, there might be even dangerous animals or people around the forest but it's not like he can't fend for himself

the soft blowing of the fresh air and the rustling of the tree branches calmed his nerves as he continued to walk on the sturdy brown ground of the forest

it did not take him long to step on a grassy path and see a smoke coming behind from the trees

'did someone set something on fire?'

curious, he walked further to see where the smoke is coming from

it was from a chimney of a small old looking cottage on a big open grassy hill and behind it is a big flower field of yellow tulips and dandelions

his eyesight noticed that the cottage was decorated with variation of flowers and plants and has a cute stone path leading to its door that has crow carved into it and a mini trapdoor a perfect fit for an entrance for a pet cat or something small

'someone lives here?'

well he is not that surprised since the outskirts isn't that far from here but still, this looks like a secluded quite area, is it normal for humans to live in such places like this?

it piqued his interest how could a human live in such almost introverted state like how he is quite raised that way too

he walked towards the cottage and peeked to the window

the cottage was small from the outside but it inside seems like a stable place to stay in (for a human of course)

as you enter the door it was already the kitchen and there was two chairs tucked on a round red table that has white spots on it, near is a fireplace that seemed to be also a cooking stove when there is a pot of soup being heated with fire on it, behind the chairs there were other two doors probably leading to the bathroom and the bedroom of the person living in here

'so this was where the smoke was coming from....'

for some reason, up close the smoke smells like a great dish you would eat on a winter night to warm yourself and less of the smell of burning charcoal and wood.

he stared gently as how he would imagine himself living in a place like this

he would be too tall to even enter the entrance of it and probably would bump his head everytime he does.

it made him nod in agreement

his pointed ears perked up as he heard a laughter from a voice on the backyard of cottage

that...was a very cheerful laugh

he stood from his bending position and walked towards a wooden rack of potted plants to hide himself yet get a good peek of the person chuckling to themself

on his sight there was

a big cloth with red and white squares was settled on the green glossy grass near a tended garden of plants and crops, the picnic basket and a tea set sitting on it with almost half eaten sandwich and open empty can of tuna

and not much to his surprise

a person laying down on the grass, facing the sunset together with the flower field also Infront but far from them swaying on the rhythm of the wind as they chuckled while holding a yawning gray cat,

the scene itself felt so peaceful to watch, Malleus can't take his eyes off it

the cat broke free from the owners hold and started ruffling its body

"i don't think what i said was very funny henchman!!"

it's small mouth opened and spoke

it spoke.

Malleus was surprised, not because the cat spoke since he had read books about animals or familiars that can speak before, but how could a simple human, a comonner even obtain such thing?

"you are a very funny cat Grim, everyone thinks that you are my familiar yet you are treating me like I'm the henchman here!!" the person fake pouted as they cross their arms in a sudden

"Hmph!! henchmen like you shouldn't be complaining because I, the greatest Grim agreed to be your housemate!" Grim held his head high, puts his paws on his waist and pose proudly

"do you mean pet?" the person retorted sarcastically as they put their arms on the back of their head to act as a pillow

"WHAT WAS THAT!?" Grim hisses at the relaxed person

Malleus seemed to be so amused to the both squabbling out he giggled

he giggled?

how interesting... not often does he laugh at these type of things...

"and stop calling me henchman, i have a name you know?" the person said sternly

Malleus was so curious about the person's personality he didn't notice his hands moving a flower pot to the edge of the rack just to satisfy his curiosity

*CLACK*

the breaking sound of a pot caught the attention of the two on the backyard to turn their heads towards the plant rack.

panicking, Malleus hid himself on a neabry tree that is big enough to hide his tall figure

the two ran up to see what or who dropped the flower they have been taking care of

"Oh no my black petunias!!" the person looks so disgruntled seeing their treasured flower dropped down on the ground with its broken pot and scattered soil

"oh, its that black flowers you really like." Grim said as he stopped walking to the scene of the broken flower pot

"meh it doesn't even fit with the rest of the colorful flowers since its dark so its not really a big deal Yuu," Grim muttered carelessly looking away from Yuu since he doesn't really want to see their sad face

"still, no matter what it looks like its still a flower!! just like how everyone could be a different race they are still a person" Yuu protested back

Malleus eyes widened at the statement the human just said

could this person be.... the one who understands him?

hell, be friends with him even?

well everyone ought to learn the way of what they just said

'even though i am a successor of the throne of long evil rulers doesn't i am evil and power hungry like them too'

he thought to himself

still dejected, Yuu kneeled and started to pick up the broken piece by piece of the pot and soil to uncover to flower beautiful black flower

"mustve been caught by the wind, this is why i told you to never put em on near the end of the rack Yuu!!" the cat muttered irritably as he realized its one of the flowers also HE took care of just to plop down on the floor

he huffed and averted his eyes again just notice the shadowy figure peeking on the neabry tree

"but the wind isn't even that strong how could it-" Yuu's attention that was locked on the flower turned to Grim who was hissing on the nearby tree

Yuu stood up and turned their head where Grim's hissing is pointed at

the tree?

there they could see a tall shadowy figure peeking at them ominously

it made Yuu shiver to drop the broken pieces of the flower pot but not enough to make them turn and run for their lives

Yuu focused on their breathing, they inhaled and exhaled to calm themself

"um... hello? is someone there?" Yuu asked with a cautious voice, the shade of the tree is so good at hiding the person's body and since he is tall the branches are for his face

For a minute, Yuu thought they were hallucinating until decided Malleus to move a little to inform them that he is real and he is hiding from them

"I know you're there, don't be afraid." Yuu asked with a calm tone to the stranger

"I am not afraid..." Malleus deep voice made Yuu jump a little but at the same time it was very astonishing to hear

"then come out" Yuu asked amusingly to the person, interested on who they might be

"then you'll be afraid" Malleus replied, even if that human made a wise statement that doesn't they won't be frightened of who he is

"no I won't" Yuu insisted beaming a smile at him

Malleus moved out of the shade of the dark oak so the ray of the sunset would light up his face so the human could see him properly

Yuu walked back in awe, he was beautiful.... no, more than beautiful he was.... ethereal. the gleam of the sunset made his pale skin looks like he is glowing with beauty, his green forest eyes shined like the freshly dew of the green leaves in spring as it stared back to their own, his shiny dark hair flowed with wind that blowed to show off his elegance more, he looked like he straight came out from a fairytale

Yuu continued to stare at the breath-taking beauty of the stranger not noticing his anticipating reaction on the stare they were giving

"o-oh i didn't mean to make you uncomfortable" Yuu waved both of their hands while being flustered

"its just that um... you're s-so pretty" Yuu fiddled with their hands still doesn't have an idea how to talk properly to the stranger because of being stunned from his beauty

Yuu met a lot of beautiful people during their stay on this kingdom but not as much as this guy.

Malleus tilted his head in confusion for this is not a normal reaction of humans that met him

Malleus was so distraught, this is not the expression he expected from this person. do this person don't know who he is?

"do you... not know me?" he questioned the other ambiguously of the thought this person not knowing their Kingdom's guest

"am i supposed to?" Yuu answered with confusion

Malleus put a hand to cover his mouth to hide his amused smile

this action made Yuu nervous, did they mess up? did Yuu actually supposed to know who he is?

"i guess i can't blame you since you live in such secluded area but... you do really not know who i am?" Malleus asked again this time, smirking with curiousity

"uh... no?" This is making Yuu more nervous for some reason that smirk on his beautiful face looks really smug and mischievous

"well i see." Malleus finished it off with a giggle that made Yuu's face heat up in silence, that smile looks really pure on his face

is he perhaps a knight? a merchant? maybe a noble?

Yuu's thoughts filled with questions of who he this strange yet beautiful guy is

the other two continued to stand silently in awkwardness as Grim sniffed the air between them, mmm smells good... the soup Yuu is cooking is probably about to be done now right?

"Yuu, our soup is--" Grim stated as it hit Yuu to interrupt the cat

"OH RIGHT THE SOUP!!" Yuu yelled with shock as they shove their hand to their pocket to unlock the front door

"Yuu, the flower--" Grim reminded as Yuu released a "Ah!" noticing the broken flower pot

"why did you even lock the front door?" Grim irritably asked as he rolls his eyes

"because our backdoor isn't, Grim." Yuu, annoyingly retorted back to the talking cat

they were such a mess it's embarassing, they didn't know what to do first.

Malleus laughed as he flicked his wrist, sparkles of light circled the flower pot as it put back the cracks to pieces, the pot magically floated and was placed properly to the pot rack again, thus the once was broken flower pot is now fixed and back at its place

while this happened, Yuu and Grim watched in shock speechlessly

Yuu is used to seeing people using magic but not magic that can fix things like this

"A-are you a perhaps a sorcerer or even a wizard!?" Yuu stuttered with excitement as if its the first time they ever seen magic like a kid

well they are not wrong Malleus is one of the strongest sorcerers out there but he doesn't want to reveal that to this clueless human,

"Yes but i could only do simple things like this." Malleus gave a half hearted answer for this is a lie, it'll took normal sorcerers years to master that kind of spell but for him it only took him weeks

"and aren't you supposed to be worried about the food you're cooking?" Malleus asked whilst the human shuddered of remembering what they left on their small home

"ah!! again!! dammit where is that key...." while they fumble again on their pockets an idea struck their pretty little head

"Grim... dont you think that's alot of soup to eat?"

"Huh? of course!! after all I'm gonna back for secon-- MMMPH!!" Yuu covered Grims mouth with their palm as they pick up the cat

"w-well if our wizard friend here dont mind... can i invite you over for dinner? just as thank you for fixing our flower pot..." Yuu embarrassedly requested while Grim struggled on their hold to muffle a scream "No he can't" at Yuu, but their hand just wont budge on his mouth

"are you... inviting me? to have dinner in your house?" Malleus asked wide eyed with how bold this human is

"do you not want to?" Yuu fidgety, lowered their head already feeling the rejection of the beautiful stranger

"very well child of man, i accept your invitation" he beamed at Yuu

"child of man, thats... a weird nickname i do have a name though, its Yuu but feel free to call me that and-" the door creaked open as Yuu spoke and Grim broke free of their hold and ran inside the house

"please do come in" Yuu politely welcomed Malleus into their house as they both enter

another a/n note: i do not know what i was doing but i did it :'D (yep this was too long lmao i hope you enjoyed it)

#malleus draconia #malleus x yuu #cottagecore yuu x dark fae malleus au #twst grim #twst #twst fanfic #malleus x reader #twisted wonderland #this fic is so long bye

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softtdaisy · 2 years

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TO THE GIRL I LOVE

DESCRIPTION I after your best friend posted a stupid message online, you get lots of letters. But is it really bad when it gives you the opportunity to see peter parker every morning?

PAIRING I tasm!mailman!peter parker x reader

WORD COUNT I 4.3k

A/N I I'm so happy to be part of the Mail carrier may collaboration! It was super lovely to write about Peter like this. Make sure to read the others fics and give love to these amazing writers. And I love you will love this story ♡

It all started with a joke.

Your best-friend put a message on your university group saying you were looking for love. And that if anyone was interested, they had to send you a letter to express their desire for you.

Were you looking for love? Yes, in a certain way. You’ve been single for two years now, and your last boyfriend was…meh. He was the reason you gave up on love all that time. What was the purpose of dealing with someone who doesn’t give you at least half the attention you’re giving them? So yeah, now you were ready to try again. But you didn’t have high hopes on this thing.

You were sure this wouldn’t work out. Who would lose their time to write a letter to someone they didn’t know? But it was funny to see the comments under the post saying you were the princess they wanted to save. That they were going to write you the best letter you’ve ever seen, and you couldn’t help but fall in love with their words. Which was a funny thing, considering you were studying literature. Some say you were just looking for attention.

And you thought, why not enjoy this moment of celebrity for once?

You were convinced you wouldn’t get any letters. And you were fine with it.

But that was until you saw Peter Parker that morning.

You knew Peter from last year. You were in the same writing class, even if he was majoring in science. He was a sweet and discreet guy. The kind of person you wouldn’t notice if you didn’t know they were there. But you knew. Because you were sitting next to each other, firstly. Then because you were interested in what Peter was saying.

Your friendship never went on outside the class. You never forgot about the sweet Peter Parker who wrote the most awesome poem last year. You were the one who correct it, still because you were the person next to him. And you were impressed by his words. But Peter didn’t have the courage to read it. So, in the end, beside your professor, you were the only one knowing about it.

You thought you wouldn’t see Peter again this year. You still shared the same writing class, but you weren’t next to each other this time. And without this proximity, you never talked.

But you were seeing Peter Parker this year. Every morning. Because he was the mail carrier of the year.

Your university had its own mail system, meaning every student could receive a letter from outside or inside the campus. And every year, a mail carrier is chosen between the students who want to do it. You were not really surprised to see Peter taking this role. You remembered him telling you he was living alone with his aunt before he arrived here. So, you guess he needed money to pay for his study.

Plus, it gave him a good reason to skateboard around the campus. You were sure it was the reason that made him accept the job.

You barely got any mails during the year, except for your birthday. Until that morning. Two days after the message on the group.

You were coming back from your morning classes when you met Peter in front of your students’ residence. He always looked the same: wearing a sweater with the hood on his head, leaving only a few strands of hair flying with the wind when he was skating. He had ripped jeans and converses on. And you could easily guess he was listening to his favorite playlist. One he was really proud of.

“Hi Peter!” you greet him while walking closer to him. Peter looked up to you and seemed relieved to see you, which was valuable. He took off his headphones and his hood, a sign of esteem from him. You were glad he took the time to talk to you. Until you noticed the pile of letters he had in his hands.

“Thank god you’re here, I wasn’t sure I could fit those letters in your mailbox.” He sighed in relief. Peter didn’t lose another minute and put those letters in your hands, while you were completely zoning out. This couldn’t be real…could it? Peter noticed your expression on your face. While he thought this number of letters was weird, he now knew it was indeed weird.

“I guess it’s not your birthday?” He laughed shyly. He knew it wasn’t. Peter remembered your birthday perfectly. That being said, he had no idea why you had so many letters today. More than you ever got since he started this job. You first shake your head to answer his question. You wish more people were like Peter and didn’t care about stupid messages on a group.

“My best-friend posted a message saying I was looking for someone. And to seduce me they had to write a letter, bla-bla-bla.” You were absolutely going to call her once you were in your room. Maybe she was the one who wrote them all. But you looked down at the letters that were now lying in your arms. And there was no way she would have done that. Maybe one or two. Not that much.

“Wow, you have a lot of love pretenders.” If he said it in a joyful voice, Peter was actually kind of jealous. He developed a crush on you last year, when you were the only person who seemed to notice him. But he was too shy to ever say anything. Too scared you would reject him and then consider him as non-existent. He took every opportunity he had to be in your life and enjoy them without asking for more.

After losing Gwen when she left for London, Peter lost most of his confidence. He was happy for her, of course. But for some reasons, he took her decision as a way of saying he wasn’t worth it. He wasn’t worth fighting for. He wasn’t a good boyfriend, maybe. And because of that, he couldn’t consider himself worth of your time.

“Oh, you know, I’m sure these are all jokes. Nobody took this seriously.” You couldn’t imagine someone writing you, you, a letter. No way. But for the fun of it, you were still going to open them.

You were heading toward your building when you realized that there was no way you would be able to open the door. Either you put the letters away or…”Peter?” you called without looking back.

Peter was still there. He was still looking at you. Thinking that you were still as beautiful and gentle as you were. Thinking that maybe he lost his chance at telling you he had a thing for you last year.

It took him a few seconds to realize that it wasn’t his mind playing with him but that you were actually calling him. He put his skateboard under his arm and almost stumbled on a rock when he came to you. Hopefully, he got the time to catch your shoulder before falling. Because of that, your faces were close to each other, and it was like you were seeing him for the first time. All these details, his freckles, the subtle colors in his eyes, the pink on his lips…

“Could you…open the door for me?” you asked with a small voice. Peter was looking right into your eyes. You couldn’t breathe. It was like a moment out of time. You never felt like that before with Peter around you. So why…

“Sure.” He said, nodding his head more than he should. But he needed to stop his thoughts before doing anything he would regret. If it was him, he would kiss you right now. Make you realize that no amount of love letters could compete with his feelings for you. That he could write a whole book about you. But it was useless, he thought. You would never want him when you could have anyone you want.

So, Peter walked to the door and opened it big to you. “Madam.” He said with a smile, and you couldn’t help but laugh at this sudden elegant gesture. You did a small bow before leaving Peter alone with his dream. And you with your confusion.

You were surprised to see that some people took this joke very seriously. Of course, you got funny things like a guy sending a pic of him with a small note saying, “who needs words when you have such a beautiful face?” Or someone sending you his notes from class with a post-it sticks on it saying, “didn’t had the time to write anything else, finals are coming!”. But you also got poems and honest letters.

You even write back to one student who had written one of the most beautiful love declarations. It had ended by explaining that he wanted to send it to his crush and was asking you for your opinion, since you were looking for love letter. You never thought you would become a love letter corrector but well, maybe you could create this job for yourself.

Every day, Peter came with more letters to read. This was getting out of hand. Every day, you would count the numbers of letters. You would summarize to him what you got, how many were serious and how many were jokes. You definitely got more funny ones, thankfully. You had a good laugh with it.

You were surprised to notice some were anonymous. There wasn’t a lot. Those with pictures that should have stayed private were, oddly. But there was also two or three serious one that weren’t signed. That was the one you considered being the more honest. And you wished you could talk to the people who wrote them. Just to understand why they seemed to care about you that much.

You probably would stop it if it didn’t give you a good reason to see your favorite mail carrier. Peter even managed to change his route to end with your residence and spend more time with you. It was maybe your favorite time of the day. No, it was definitely your favorite. No doubt.

You felt bad for not paying more attention to Peter in the past. He always a had good joke to say and you loved how sarcastic he could be. He had a way of finding the right puns at the right time. From the outside, you probably looked like you were laughing too hard to seduce him in thinking he’s funny. But Peter was really funny.

And you kinda try to seduce him but this part didn’t seem to work.

“If my counting is right…” Peter said one morning while giving you the new letters. “We reached a hundred letters today, right?” You couldn’t believe this number. Never you would have thought that so many people would lost their time into writing you.

Peter was less surprised. You were a magnetic person. You didn’t seem to notice how people often turned their head to look at you. Not necessarily because they were attracted, even if they certainly were, but simply because you were like the moon. You were there every day, at class or on the campus. Someday they won’t notice you because they have other things to think about. Because you’re not talking, and they almost forgot you’re there. But some other days, they would notice you like you notice the moon in a clear sky.

At least, that was how Peter saw you. But maybe it was because he was in love with you.

“Would you mind…” you started, collecting all the letters he was giving you. “Would you mind coming back tonight, so we could look at all these stuffs? We need to rank them or at least classified them.” Was it a lame excuse to spend the night with Peter? Yep, absolutely. But from the way his eyes seemed to light up and his lips to curve, you guessed it wasn’t such a bad idea.

“Sure, I can come at eight. Pizzas?”

“And beers.” You replied with a wink before leaving to your apartment.

Peter couldn’t see the huge smile on your face and the way you were giggling for yourself.

You couldn’t see the way Peter jumped around before going back on his skateboard.

He was there at eight like he promised, with two pizzas from your favorite pizzeria. Which also happened to be the only one close to the campus but that was another story. You offered him to spend the night on the rooftop: nobody was going there for some reason. You loved taking a cover and laying there, watching the sky and think about nothing. It was your comfort place. And you wanted to share it with your comfort person.

That was how you ended up together, sitting on a cover on the floor and your legs covered with another one. You’ve never been that close with Peter. You loved how your knees kept meeting. Or how he let you spread your legs on top of him when you got a cramp.

Between these moments, you did classify the letters in multiples categories: funny one, pictures that shouldn’t have left their phone, serious one but not for you and serious one for you. There wasn’t a lot in the last category, which was kind of ironic if you think about it.

“That’s desperate.” You sighed, laying fully on the cover. Peter lied by your side and somehow managed to keep a small part of your leg on his. That was probably not comfortable, but there was no way he would let go of this small touch. “I’m not made for dating.” You faked a sob and turned your head to put it on Peter’s shoulder.

He jumped before laughing and putting a hand on your arm. “Don’t stay that. I’m sure there are plenty people that love you.” Me. I love you.

You looked at Peter who had already laid his eyes on you. It was the moment. If something had to happen, it was now. You opened a door for his confession. He just had to open the mouth. One word. You asked for one word, and you would kiss him. You didn’t care making the first step if it was worth it. Peter was worth it. You just needed a proof of him saying he felt the same.

You stayed like that for seconds that felt like minutes. Silently. Without moving. Letting the stars illuminating some parts of your face like a painting that deserved to be shown at Le Louvre.

And then Peter moved his head to face the sky. The moment was lost.

It wasn’t that he didn’t feel like kissing you. He just didn’t feel like he deserved it when other people showed their love to you, and he wasn’t able to. Peter hated being this insecure about himself. But he couldn’t blame you for trying elsewhere.

“I’ll go on a date with one of the serious ones.” You announced him. And Peter simply nodded, because he couldn’t prevent you from doing so when he was incapable of showing his love.

So, there you were. On a date. With Dean.

If you thought starting this whole letter thing was bad idea, this date with Dean was an even worse one. You thought he would be nice considering he wrote one of the most beautiful letter you’ve ever read, quoting some of your favorite authors. You even thought he had discussed with your friends to know that. You were so sure he made efforts for this that you were quite disappointed when you saw his real face.

The typical and stereotypical football player that thinks more with his dick than his brain. You didn’t even understand how he managed to write more than ten words on paper when all he seemed to know about was sport. Watching a sport channel would have been the same.

Or maybe better. Because you would have chosen to watch it. You didn’t choose to hear about sport right now. Not that you didn’t like sport, you were open minding. You just thought that a date should be about you and him. Not his favorite players.

You kept looking at your poor cocktail, wondering if you should drink it fast to order an another one and make the evening more acceptable or if you should drink it slowly to make it last and seem like a lot of time had passed before leaving.

One thing was sure: you would forget about this thing as soon as you leave the restaurant. You couldn’t even burn the letters. You promised your theater club to give everything to them. They asked you, saying they’d love to improvise a play using them. You agreed, happy all these papers weren’t use for nothing.

There was only one letter you intended to keep, hoping it would be worth it.

You were this close to get up and leave. Until Dean’s face changed, and you heard him say in the most condescend way “Peter Parker?”

You turned around and got to see the last steps of Peter walking to your table. You could tell he came with his skateboard from his messy hair. But you loved that he was just him, he didn’t change for the place. Same jacket, same jean, same baskets, same Peter Parker. You gave him a small smile when he looked at you. “Sorry guys, I’m here to pick up [y/n].”

“What?” Dean laughed, like it was the craziest joke on earth. The exact same word came out of your mouth in a more admiration way. That was a Peter you didn’t know could exist and you were glad to see this version of him. “You must be kidding mate, she’s good here.”

“Considering you paid Paul to write your letter and that I’m pretty sure you wouldn’t be able to say anything about it if I asked you, I could easily say [y/n] is bored by your side. Am I right?” Peter looked at you again. And if he talked with a lot of insurance, you could tell by his eyes that he was extremely scared you would push him away. If you did, he would never be able to look at you…or go to class. At least for a month.

You couldn’t believe you were still living in a world where Peter Parker can’t think you wouldn’t follow him to the other side of the World.

“He’s right.” You replied, getting up. “If you have to go on a date with someone, be honest and don’t pretend to be someone else Dean. It can be really boring.” You heard Peter containing his laugh with a lot of difficulties. What a way to mark your word. When you were finally by his side, you hit his arm before grabbing it. “Thank you.” You whispered and kissed his cheek slowly.

The shade of red his cheek turned to was now your favorite color.

It wasn’t until you were outside that you noticed the sudden change in Peter’s attitude. He let you go slowly and started to walk faster than you. Like he was trying to lose you. And he was, actually. Because it wasn’t until you were alone that Peter realized what he just did: he let his feelings talk and took you of this stupid date. Did you deserve better than Dean? Yes, absolutely. And as a friend, Peter would have saved you from him a thousand times.

But he loved you. If he did it tonight, it was only because he was jealous. And now he felt stupid. What was the point of taking you out of there if he was incapable of being honest and be the man you deserved?

You called his name and finally caught up with him. “Peter!” you said another time, grabbing his wrist to stop him. He was still turning his back to you, but you could feel how desperate he was. “What is going?” you slowly asked, making small steps to face him. He was looking at the floor, like a child that made a mistake.

“It was stupid to come here and do that. I mean, no. it wasn’t. Because you deserve someone better than Dean. But you deserve someone better than…forget it.” He sighed. Peter looked at you before managing to free his wrist from your fingers. He started walking away again.

And this time, you weren’t going to let him do that. After all, what he did tonight was a good first step and proof of his feelings, no?

“You remind me of a starry night.” You said. Peter froze in front of you, immediately knowing where you’ve been reading those words. He couldn’t believe he was hearing them now. Coming from your mouth. With a guitar player making the moment even more magic by playing a love song. Like it was meant to happen now.

“You’ve got millions of stars in your eyes. They always look so shiny and so living. I could look at them for hours. They are a whole story by themselves. They are telling your story. And you’re my favorite story.” You’ve read this letter so many times, trying to understand how it was possible for someone to write such beautiful words about you. How it could be the same man that you were meeting every day. And why he couldn’t tell you he was thinking such beautiful things about.

While you were walking slowly towards Peter, he stopped moving. He almost stopped breathing too. “Your smile is like the moon. No matter the size, when you’re smiling at me, I feel calm. And important. You took the time to give me some of your attention. And for some reason, I even make you smile. I could look at your smile for hours, especially if it means you’re happy. It’s mesmerizing. And the most beautiful smile I’ve ever seen.”

“[y/n], please…” you heard Peter’s pleading, but you had to do it. You had to prove him it mattered. That his words meant something to you. They meant everything.

“And your laugh is like a shooting star. It may happen a lot because you always seem to laugh when I’m around (I don’t know if it means I’m funny), but it makes me believe in miraclex. Somehow, I was able to give you this happiness. And I want to believe one day I’ll be able to give you more.” You were close enough to him to finally grab his wrist. You wrapped your fingers around it slowly, one more time. Hopping he would listen to you, and not withdrawn.

“Maybe that’s the reason I like you. Because you’re my favorite moment of the day. You’re a shiny sky that makes me believe tomorrow could be a better day. Simply because you come back, every day. “You were now facing Peter. You didn’t realize before doing it how much these words were true: seeing Peter was the highlight of your day. And he made each tomorrow better just because you knew you would spend time with him again.

“How did you know?” he finally asked. With his hand on his neck, his head facing the floor and the way his knees were bending, you could tell Peter was trying to hide. He felt ashamed, almost naked from this. You knew his feelings. He knew it was a bad idea to open his heart like that. But he hated the idea that you couldn’t get one true love letter. That he couldn’t give you that when he could write so many things about you.

You took Peter’s hand, hold it and put it against his heart. “You feel that, Pete? That’s how much you cared about me.” Even with his head down, you could see his eyes rolling. Of course, he knew that. Don’t need to rub salt into the wound he thought. But then you slowly put his hand against your own heart. “It’s beating the same. Because I feel the same way about you.” You waited a few seconds before Peter finally looked at you. You gave him a small smile to encourage him into believing your words.

You were in love with Peter Parker. “Really?” he asked frowning, still unsure him, out of all the students you see every day, was the one your heart choose to love. You laughed slowly before bringing your face close to his. “Really.” You whispered against his lips. One look from Peter on your mouth was enough to know he wanted it too.

You couldn’t have asked for a better first kiss when Peter, under a starry night. After he proved you how much he cared for you. You loved how his hand went on your neck to keep you close and hold you. How his lips felt like heaven. You wondered how many people this guy kissed because he was a way too good kisser. But you didn’t mind. Everything was perfect.

Until Peter stopped the kiss.

“But for real, how did you know it was me?” You laughed at his confused face. He was such a baby you couldn’t resist kissing him another time. “First,” you started by pointing one finger “I’ve been in class with you. I know your style. And mostly, I know your writing. It wasn’t difficult to recognize it. And even if I had a doubt, I still have common work we did last year.” It seemed fair to Peter, he should have thought about that.

“And second, I don’t spend night on the rooftop looking at the star with everyone. You’re the only one I want to do this with. So, it seemed logical that you would be the one writing that.” And thankfully he was, because you never wanted anyone else comparing you to a starry night than Peter Parker.

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erithel · 1 year

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This is a different perspective but could the popularity of Keith's characterization be contributing to how Lance's is view. I swear every new show has a Keith in it but not many have a Lance. That lone wolf orphan bad boy with a heart of gold is everywhere. It's easy to write cause there's so many variations of it already written that we've read a billion times. (And I love them all)

But not Lance's characterization, it's not as common in other media. People are not as exposed to the depths that his characterization can have. This results in him being portrayed like every other character.

And the farther away we get from the show the worse it gets. People who say they haven't watched it in years or those who say they haven't watched at all are common now. They have their reasons but it makes it hard to remember details of Lance's character if you don't.

This is just how it looks to me but I'm right there with anon. So many fics leave me with an itch unscratch because Lance was not our beloved Lance.

So this is interesting.

And this could play a major role in the discourse, because yeah, if you break their characters down to the most basic level you get:

Keith the loner bad boy with a tragic backstory, and

Lance, the comic relief

In no show/movie or book that I can think of has "the comic relief" been given anything more significant in terms of development than "the loner": We always get to find out why the tragic one is tragic, but never question why the funny one is funny.

I will fully admit, Keith was my absolute favorite character in the beginning. And that was because I definitely had a "type" when it came to favorite characters, as I'm sure many people do.

Keith, Zuko, Bucky Barnes, Gaara -

And then everything changed when the fire nation attacked I watched My Hero Academia.

Because based on experience and type, my favorite character should have been Todoroki.

But nope.

My favorite character is Kirishima.

I mean, just look at him. No tragic backstory. No daddy issues (lol). Just a ball of positivity and motivation, and an honestly a really good take on manliness.

It didn't make sense to me, until we got to the part where we saw all of his personal insecurities about not being enough.

And that's when I started to view Lance differently.

Don't get me wrong, I still thrive off of the tragic backstory trope for the sake of angst. But it can also be hugely innovative if you start thinking "hey, maybe this positive/funny character is that way because it's the only way they can make it through the day."

And that leads to moments and thoughts of "hey, what if that positive/funny character slipped up one day? What if something happened that they couldn't cope with in their normal method?"

Lance is the type of character you have to sit with a little while to truly start to understand his potential, which is essentially why the way his story arc was handled was so detrimental.

(I will admit that I have not watched the show in a long time. And I do feel like the way I have been writing klance lately could also be straying away from their canon selves - so honestly these past few posts could easily come across as hypocritical... but I hope that's not the case.)

Regardless, though, there are just so many things about Lance that set his character apart from the others, and make his so interesting to write.

And with him, I think it's most interesting when he's not just seen as the comic relief, but as someone who uses humor in this weird mix of simultaneously trying to hide his true self, while also trying to be seen and noticed.

#asks #lance mcclain #voltron legendary defender #characterization #eijiro kirishima

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kathxsoupp · 11 months

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In Love With a Fever: Chapter 4

William Afton x law enforcement ! reader (fem)

Omfg I'm finally up to date with posting this on tumblr as well as AO3 sorry for the wait HDGFNJJFD and sorry for this chapter it's kinda bad

Summary: Reader is a detective who was put on the missing children incident case, her person of interest is William and is currently investigating him.

WARNINGS: very graphic violence throughout the whole fic, eventual smut, slow burn, age-gap between reader and Will, manipulation, mutilation, broken bones, use of pet names, Will is obsessive, mentions of death, death and murder, there will be smut, a lot probably, I think, dub-con at some point maybe, fluff and angst, idk if I missed something just read with caution

Notes: This fic is also posted on my AO3, linked in my pinned post, I'm updating this fic every Monday and it's the first thing I have ever posted, so I hope you like it!

--MINORS DNI--

Chapter 4

He has never truly felt alive. His whole life he was hidden behind a mask. He couldn’t even remember the last time he smiled sincerely. It was all fake. Ironically, the only time he truly felt alive was when taking the lives of others. That’s what made him immortal. He took a few steps back to admire his masterpiece. Created with the hands of a monster, but still ever so majestic in his eyes. With disgusting, evil satisfaction he left the parts and service room and locked it behind him. Only now was his work done and he could sleep peacefully at night.

You stood before the door to your office, keys in hand about to unlock it when you heard someone come up from behind you.

"Morning, y/n." spoke a familiar male voice.

Your co-worker Timothy greeted you with a smile. He was always so kind to you and clearly enjoyed your presence a little too much. He was average height, had short blonde hair and was well built. He wasn’t one of the people you were dying to talk to today, but you still chatted with him trying to be as nice as possible. You couldn’t say you disliked him… he just had weird vibes.

“Oh, good morning, Tim.” you replied. “Boss wants to see you.”

His information did scare you a little, but you knew you hadn’t done anything wrong lately, so your job wasn’t in danger.

“Did he tell you why?” you asked with raised eyebrows. “Nope. Anyway, I was wondering…You wanna go out with me tomorrow? I can take you to my favorite restaurant, I’m sure you’ll like it there.” he leaned against the wall next to you, smiling.

You were quite taken aback by his blunt answer and sudden change of topic. You weren’t exactly in the mood to spend your free time with your co-worker, but thinking about it, you decided to agree. It wasn’t going to be a date or anything, you just haven’t really gone out in a while so why not. You flashed him a fake smile.

“I mean… yeah, sure. Thanks, Tim.” you said, not wanting to sound too interested. You didn’t want to lead him on after all.

His face lit up with excitement. “Cool! See you tomorrow at 7 pm? I’ll pick you up.” He winked.

“Sounds great, see you!” and with that you were off to your boss’ office, tucking your keys back in your pocket.

You fixed your tight black skirt and white blouse you were wearing before knocking on the office door.

A “Come in!” came from inside the office.

You entered and closed the door behind you.

“Morning, agent. Please sit down.” He motioned over to the chair opposite him with a smile.

You nodded towards him and sat down. ”Tim said you wanted to speak to me?”

“Yes, that’s right. Look, I listened to the interrogation with Afton and I’m afraid it’s not enough.”

Your eyes lit up at that. You found that man and his work incredibly intriguing, and you were hoping you could maybe get an opportunity to ask him about the robots and maybe if you got lucky, he would even let you see them.

“So… you want me to contact him or…?” you asked, hiding your excitement. “Yes, that’s exactly what I was going to ask you to do.” he passed you the exact same card William gave you yesterday. You chuckled at that and took it from him. “Call the number on this card when you can and arrange a meeting with him at a place like a café or something. We want as many answers as we can get from him, and we know that the guy likes you, so he’s most likely to tell you anything. There’s no reason to suspect him really, yet. I just think, as the restaurant owner, he might give us a few more leads.”

You flashed him a grin. “Alright. What do we need from him?”

He opened a drawer below his desk and pulled out another folder. He opened it up and placed it in front of you.

“I wrote everything down for you here. Please get as many answers from him as you can. I’m counting on you, kid.”

You stared at the page in front of you. Your boss requested you to ask William about his family, specifically about his two deceased kids, his mental health history and something about Henry too.

You stood up, folder in hand: “Understood. I won’t disappoint you, boss.” you grinned and walked out of his office back to yours.

When you were finally alone in your office, you giggled to yourself like a little kid and sat at your desk picking up the telephone, his card in hand. You were quite nervous, but you reminded yourself that this is a work matter and not to get too excited. You dialed the number and waited for an answer.

“Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza, William Afton speaking. How may I help you?”

His smooth, deep voice rang through the telephone giving you butterflies. You quickly realized you were zoning out and regained your composure.

“Good morning, mister Afton. This is agent (y/n) (l/n), I was the one interviewing you yesterday.” You heard him smile over the phone. “Ah, hello miss (l/n). I didn’t think you would actually call.” He joked. You rolled your eyes. He was clearly in a good mood today… “Actually, I’m calling because of something work related.” You replied lightheartedly. “Aw, what a pity.” He said with a pout. “What can I help you with, miss (l/n)?” “There are some things I need to speak to you about regarding our investigation. I was wondering if we could do that in person rather than over a call if you are comfortable with that.” You said while nervously bouncing your leg up and down. “Of course, I would be open to that.” “Awesome. Would later today at 3:00 pm at the Hurricane Café be alright for you?” you asked. “Yes, sounds good.” “Alright, thank you for your time, mister Afton. That will be all.” “I’ll be looking forward to it then.” He replied playfully before hanging up.

What the hell is he on about… you thought to yourself. You grinned and shook your head over his remarks and got back to your usual work.

#fnaf #fnaf fic #fnaf fandom #five nights at freddy's #william afton x reader #william afton #william afton fanfic #fanfic

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your-dose-of-obidala · 1 year

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Your Dose Of Obidala - NTWFL

I decided to finally post the Force manipulated Padmé fic. Thanks for the inspiration to @omg-hellgirl and sorry for taking it into a place you didn't really want. But the story just wanted to go there.

Please don't read if you are triggered by dub-con/non-con, depersonalization, maladaptive dreaming, bad coping mechanisms, gaslighting or dark!Anakin/Anakin bashing.

I would be really interested in hearing what everyone thinks about this one. Even if it's criticism or negative feedback.

You don't know what it is but being in Anakin's proximity feels like taking a step back. Like having someone guide you through a crowd, with a hand on the small of your back. Bringing you somewhere you never wanted to go. You never even thought of going.

It does feel gentle. In the beginning. As long as you don't think about it.

But if you would be able to think about it more you would find that it's not a good thing.

What you don't know is that it is not only Anakin. When everything is over you realize there was a subtler power manipulating you. Obi-Wan says it's a Sith Lord that pushed you in the direction they wanted you to go.

Still, after everything you think that it wasn't Anakin's initial intention to hurt you. You believe he loves you, even if his love is like glowing embers.

You want to believe that it started innocently enough, that he wanted to be near you. A hand steering you, shielding you even. Anakin is not a monster.

Merely a frightened child.

You are not sure how Obi-Wan noticed.

Is it obvious for a Jedi when someone else uses the force? Is it detectable? Even easy to see? Is it like a beacon? An aura that no one else sees?

You want to ask him, but you are afraid. Even of him.

Not him as a person, but him as a Jedi.

"Are you sure you want me here, Padmé?" he asks you, voice soft, a deep frown etched in between his brows.

You look back down at your folded hands.

Are you sure? Can you be sure?

You keep having nightmares.

You see him in the darkness, illuminated against the skyline of Coruscant. He is beautiful in the way that only dark things are. Rain storms and thunder and the vast blackness of space. Sometimes you think it wouldn't have been a hardship to fall in love with him. There is an allure to his otherness, the dangerous air around him.

You think you were attracted to him. Dangerous things appeal to you by nature. Maybe it would've ended like this anyway? Maybe Anakin just helped destiny along?

But now he haunts you like a ghost. You see him when you don't want to, see him in a crowd, see him when you're alone.

Obi-Wan says that it's to be expected. He tells you to talk to a Jedi healer. But you don't want to. You are wary of the Jedi and their powers. And even though you see the hurt in Obi-Wan's tired eyes, he knows and understands.

He repeats, "It is to be expected."

For every nightmare, you create a daydream.

A world in which not Anakin went with you to Naboo, but Obi-Wan. It's such a simple way to change the narrative. It makes you a bit dizzy the first time as if someone could look inside your head and see the silly little thing you have created and take it away.

But of course, the only person who could do this is dead.

So you cradle your little dream to your chest and spin your very own tale. One in which the Senator goes to Naboo and falls in love with the handsome older Jedi knight.

Even the young padawan gets his moment of glory and finds out about the clone army. They find out about the Sith Lord and end a war that hasn't even begun yet.

All of them will be happy.

What a pretty tale.

In the beginning, when your stomach is still flat you don't remember anything. Obi-Wan says that it is because you experienced great trauma and your memories will come back after some time.

"It seems like they had to use more and more force to manipulate you. You are very strong, Padmé."

It is meant as a compliment, but it doesn't feel like it. You feel like before you fall: Teetering on the edge, gravity pulling your body down yet still standing. But for how long?

It is meant as a compliment, but it feels like a sharp-edged thing, cutting you easily. Because you didn't break free, you didn't come out of it.

What says this about you?

You remember Anakin saying that only weak-minded people can be manipulated.

You start to show at around the third month. You take a pregnancy test because Dormé tells you to. She looks so worried, the creases between her eyebrows and the downturn of her mouth will be etched in there indefinitely soon.

You are pregnant.

You don't remember how it happened.

You start wrecking your brain about when this happened but you cannot remember.

Do you want to remember? the voice in your head asks you.

You sit in front of the mirror and stare at your hands framing your belly. There is some anger, but it feels like when you hear someone calling you from another room. Distant and indistinctive. It's coming from someone beyond the mirror.

You sit there and stare, not comprehending.

I am pregnant, you think, numb. I have to tell Obi-Wan.

In your dreams, you are not pregnant.

In your dreams, you enjoy the countryside of Naboo. You entice Obi-Wan to go skinnydipping with you and he blushes down to his sternum. It's the most beautiful sight and you have to hide your face in your hands to contain the emotions you experience.

In your dreams, you stay longer and longer at the lake district. Every time you raise the question of having to go back Obi-Wan kisses your hands and tells you to enjoy it while it lasts.

You think this is sound advice. You know that nothing will come of it.

Even Dream Padmé knows that your little affair will not survive after returning to Coruscant. But she forgets because you want her to.

Your feelings will wilt like a flower in the grey metal landscape of the inner world. There is nothing there to sustain it.

Each day there are more memories coming back. Not all of them. You guess you will never fully recover your memory, and in a way, this feels merciful. Still, there are enough of them that do come back. Like driftwood on a shore, they get thrown out by the deep.

You get used to seeing Anakin standing by the balcony as if he belongs there. His broad back is naked under the setting sun. He is a presence that calms your agitated mind by pulling you under, like anesthesia. You are so used to this feeling that you crave it, like a drug.

You remember calling him over comm, telling him about feeling strange, helpless, and doubting, knowing that the moment he would be able to touch you, you would be calm again.

There is a part in you that always knew and you welcomed oblivion. Being weak like this was easy.

(You are not strong. You are unbearably weak.)

In your memory, Anakin looks over the city, over and over again. But there are moments before you fall asleep when he turns around and focuses his gaze on you. You know what will happen. His gaze will lock with yours and you will feel pinned like there is a great fist tightening around you.

His attention is heavy and hot, glowing embers that will burn you.

Your limbs feel weightless, you still see and hear things but they are far, far away. Every touch is happening to a different person, another Padmé. The Padmé that loves Anakin.

There are hands undressing you and when you look down you realize those are your hands, your fingers but it is not you who makes them move. It feels surreal. A bit like touching a limb that has fallen asleep.

You know it's useless to struggle, you tried it several times. It never ends well. There will be headaches or even migraines and you will be nauseated, sick even. So you get used to it... It's like that moment when you sink into a too-hot bath and you're body is protesting but you don't want to get out of the water so you lay back and bear it until the pain stops and you get numb.

Here, you wake up.

It never goes further than this.

But even with the fact that you will not remember the act itself, your body still bears the consequences.

Today you felt the babies move for the first time.

The thing that is scaring you is that you don't feel anything towards the children that grow inside of you. You see your body getting fat and ugly, and feel the bone-deep tiredness and the ever-present hunger but the thought of bringing home twins in a few months is far away.

Your doctor says that all of this is normal and that your love will grow. But you are not sure.

How will love grow? And where? In the wasteland of your emotions, in the vast emptiness of your inner self? There is a disconnect since Obi-Wan freed you from Anakin's mental prison. Your feelings are sluggish and small.

There won't be any love.

But you have arms to hold them and you can rock them to sleep and soothe their hurts.

It will be enough for now.

"Milady." Dormé's hands are gentle while she brushes your hair. How long are you sitting here? How long is she already brushing your hair?

Were you dreaming? You must have been.

"Milady, you cannot continue like this."

You turn around to look at her.

"What do you mean?"

"You are... Absent. All the time. Dreaming. I am worried about you. You are neglecting yourself. I--"

"You are dismissed, Dormé." You rise from the bench. "Your concern is noted and appreciated, but misplaced."

Dormé falls quiet, her face scrunched up. Her gaze is wavering under your own. Even now you are the one being deferred to.

"I may have overstepped but I talked to Jedi Kenobi about it."

You try to stay calm when you answer her: "Yes, you did overstep."

"I am worried about you, Padmé."

You turn your back to her, showing instead of telling her again that she is dismissed.

You feel her presence there on the threshold for a long moment, before she leaves you alone.

This time you stay present in the now, just to show yourself that you can. The thing is that your present is grey and your mind is used to painting more vivid colors.

"How do you feel?" Obi-Wan always asks when he visits you.

"Good enough."

He nods and looks away.

Are you so repugnant that he cannot even look at you anymore? You wouldn't know, you don't look at yourself in the mirror. Dormé helps you dress in the morning, fusses over you and curls your hair, and applies your make-up.

You ignore your size and the way you have to accommodate to move because of the size of your belly. This, too, belongs to the other Padmé. Just like everything that happened in those blurry almost-memories.

You will care for the children, of course. You are a responsible woman. If something like this would've happened to Sabé or Dormé you would care for their offspring. So, of course, you are going to care for those children as well, but in a distant way. Like a monarch does for her subjects. Detached, yet wise. Objective, yet firm.

"What will you name them?" He asks you and your gaze snaps up. Your eyes lock.

You haven't thought about names. Somehow thinking, it isn't your place to name them. (Shouldn't their mother do that?)

"Padmé..." he starts after a long moment of studying you.

It's strange, his gaze doesn't feel alien or pressing. Only calm. There is no judgment there. It is as if he too is an observer, watching things happen and letting them be.

You envy him because of it. Your detachment is a forced thing. His is real.

"How do you do that?" you ask and you see that he doesn't understand what you're asking of him. "How do you... accept things so easily?"

His eyes narrow and his gaze turns scrutinizing.

"It's part of being a Jedi."

You let out an unladylike snort.

"Did you forget to teach Anakin this lesson?" There is a moment where you see hurt on his features, but even that passes. "Anakin never accepted anything. He either took things he wanted or made them happen. Either way, there was no accepting, no letting go of emotions."

"I failed him."

You shake your head because it's not that simple. You remember that acceptance can turn into complacency easily.

"Telling yourself you failed him, absolves him of too much of the blame. Telling myself that he is a child, that got wronged instead of a rapist, absolves him of too much of the blame. That is the problem with Anakin, there were too many exceptions made for him."

Your voice sounds awfully bitter and on the verge of breaking. There are tears in your eyes, everything gets blurry and unfocused. Obi-Wan is awfully pale under his beard and you have the ridiculous urge to comfort him.

"I am so sorry." The words aren't more than a breath.

You swallow and voice those hidden thoughts you harbored for far too long.

"I wish..." the words get stuck in your throat. Once you say them you won't be able to take them back. Once you voice those ridiculous little dreams they will crumble under the weight of reality.

You know that you must tell him though. Tell him so you can face what is right in front of you and not hide in a fantasy world anymore. You have hidden for the longest time. It is time to face the truth.

You hold his gaze and force the words past your throat.

"I wish... Sometimes when I can't sleep because I keep seeing things I don't want to see... I lay in the dark and imagine you would've escorted me. I wish you would've come with me to Naboo. I wanted you to. When we first talked about it I had hoped..."

You shake your head and look past him.

"I wish I would've been more forceful and demanded you to come with me. Silly, isn't it? Using your imagination to play with your memories as if you're playing with dolls."

You ball your fists in your lap.

Obi-Wan's eyes are still on you. And even though he is right there you feel as if you're on different sides of the universe. Nothing will ever make you connect. You are two lines running parallel to each other. You can see each other but never know each other. You are deeply aware of him and the sorrow you can discern in his eyes but you will never truly know him. He will never know you.

You are alone in your misery.

"That's what Anakin did to me. Play with me. I was nothing more than a doll. A loved one, yes. But still, a doll to dress and undress. To tell him everything he wanted to hear.

"And living in my head is easier than facing the truth. I don't want to be that person anymore. But I don't know who I am. I feel like he has worn me down and now I am gone."

Maybe you imprinted on Obi-Wan because he freed you of Anakin, maybe because you had a crush on him once, maybe because he is handsome and unattainable and safe. Who knows? Who the kriff knows? Not you. You just feel lost and hopeless. It feels like you woke up from a dream and you realize that he is not the one you made him out to be.

He is somehow worse and better all at once.

You realize that you are standing and staring at him with your fists clenched at your side and your voice has gotten louder. You step back, silenced. His gaze follows you.

What does he see? Who is this woman standing in front of him?

You mumble an apology and step back, but he is right there in the blink of an eye, touching your arm.

Nothing but a gentle touch that halts everything indefinitely.

You both freeze in your position, awkward and anxious.

Finally, he lets his hand sink, his gaze is stuck on it. He doesn't make eye contact.

"You are still yourself. Anakin forced you, but he could never alter you."

You make a sound that is supposed to show disbelief and amusement, but it is very close to a sob.

His eyes are back on your face. He struggles for a moment and forms words that don't come out. Finally, he settles on this:

"Just know... Just know that you are not the only one regretting how things have turned out. Maybe it will help you to know that I did contemplate the possibility of escorting you."

Your stomach plummets and there is a part of you that knows you should take this and accept it.

You do notice the way he seems to silently beg you to not ask any further questions. But you are a politician. And you smell a hole in the story.

It's amazing that even after you feel blunted like an old knife that this instinct is still there. You go with it. It's you. And there is not a lot of you left these days.

"What made you decide against it?" It's only a whisper. But he hears you.

Is he disappointed in you? You can hardly tell, the microexpression on his face is hidden quickly under the eyes of the master Jedi.

"I believed myself to be too partial. Jumping out of that window showed me that I was already compromised."

It's such a strange way of saying that he felt things that he wasn't supposed to be feeling.

You only notice that your vision is getting blurry when you feel the wetness slide down your cheeks. You blink and look down, to hide your reaction. There is a twitch at his side and you think it could be him, suppressing the notion to wipe away your tears.

"I failed both of you," he says softly. It hits you that it's not complacent you hear in his voice, it's sorrow.

You look at his face, his greying temples, and the lines around his eyes. You feel freed and weighted down all at once. You want to laugh and cry.

The universe, you think, is ugly and mean.

If you would've been a bit more demanding...

If Obi-Wan would have just one moment of weakness...

If, if, if.

Here is reality; you and your misery, hand in hand. Even if you will never remember what happened, it still happened. And it happened to you. Yes, you, Padmé. And not a stand-in. Not another person.

It was your body and your mind. It was taken, inhabited, and worn like a glove. It's a violation and you knew it all along.

You are left with a deep mistrust in the feelings that remain.

It is safer to dwell in dreams than, in fantasy.

There is a glimmer of hope that maybe your fantasy can live on. That there is a place inside the both of you that holds a version of you falling in love with each other. It's a thought like a balm, easing a throbbing pain.

But it can only hold the bitterness at bay for a moment. Because right now it feels like the dream ended. And it's slipping through your fingers. Everyone knows that feeling.

Dreams have to fade in the light of day.

Pulling them out into the open somehow lessens them, and makes them threadbare.

You remember writing stories as a child, painting pictures to go along with them, and putting them under your bed. In your mind, they were vivid and full of life. Years later, in the eyes of a grown-up, they seem sparse and grey and lacking.

Here is the same feeling: Half disappointment, half sadness. Oh, and regret.

The fantasy crumbles between you, worn and brittle. It never happened. It never will.

This is the real tragedy.

Well, at least it helped you survive.

In the end, Obi-Wan takes your hand and you let him.

This could be the beginning.

#obidala #obi wan x padme #open ending #angst #heed the warnings

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grippingbeskar · 1 year

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goodbye 2022– a love letter

okay, so i am not one for long, sappy posts. in fact i think i can count on one hand the amount of times i’ve written about personal stuff on this blog, because i wanted it to be a space for me to just escape life and write for the first time.

i just wanted to make this post to say thank-you. i think i have written that word out about 1,000 times since making this account, but it will truely never be enough to express how greatful i am to have this space, and that all of you have been so fucking welcoming and kind to me.

when i started this account nine months ago, i genuinely had no idea what it would turn into. i’d been reading fanfic for most of my life, and the last few years i’ve been obsessed with the punisher and the mandalorian (not much has changed). i’ve always been the type of person to make stories in my head, especially with how much i read, it’s almost like i can’t help it. i also have taken a very big interest in writing recently, so i thought why not have a bit of fun with it and write a few chapters of a story and see where it goes.

my first official post on this account was the first chapter of the element of surprise series, and i remember getting my first few notes, and even a comment, and i nearly jumped out of my skin. every single one since then has been so special, and i still get all giddy and excited when i see someone interacting with my stories. after that i posted my first frank castle story, looking to tomorrow. i was so insecure about it, but at that point i think i had literally 0 followers, so i had NOTHING to lose.

after a few more chapters and frank one shots i started to get a little more inspired, and that is all thanks to the lovely people who cared enough to encourage me. i would have 100% stopped writing if you all hadn’t been so welcoming and amazing, and my life trajectory has seriously changed for the better. not even exaggerating.

now i’m here nine months later. i’ve finished my first series and nearly completed my second, both of which are over 85,000 words in length, which is fucking WILD. i have also written 30ish (im counting my drafts in this lmao) stand alone fics, and did my first ever celebration, writing out a bunch of requests (which i still actually have three or four in my drafts. trust me they are coming i’m just slow pls).

i am just so so greatful to have this space where i have so many encouraging, kind people that share the same interests, and find genuine enjoyment in the shit that i write. i’ll never be able to type out in words how much it means. every time someone reads my fics, i just want them to know how much it means to me. even if you don’t interact (i’d love to reply personally if you do!) i just love that people are reading my writing. so thank you. THANK YOU.

now. i have a few ppl i wanna mention who have made this experience all the more incredible.

@everybirdfellsilent for being my first tumblr friend and my longest. you are so, so incredible, and i genuinely don’t know where i would be if i hadn’t found you on here. thank you for your constant support, editing help, beta reading, screaming about sexy fan art, obi-wan thirsting and everything in between. i appreciate you more than you know and i love u for it.

@buckymcbuckbarnes BITCH you know i love you. do i even have to SAY!!!! thank you for everything— you are such a special person to me, and i literally can’t tell u how glad i am to have found you. watch out 2023 bc we have big things COMING. and they will be cumming if you know what i mean. thank you for your incredible playlists and every single fic and tik tok you send me. i love every single one. i love you. we say it all the time and i mean it.

@tea-and-wine for all our chats, even though sometimes they are few and far between, i always appreciate your messages and kind words. i hope you make 2023 your bitch!!

@marvelswh0re for your thirsty frank and matt thoughts and all your kind words. i still think about that convo we had about how frank is receiving a bj. it’s just always in my mind. i need him to **** ** ***. sorry got off track. THANKYOU!!!

@lemon-world1 for being SO lovely, and for all the amazing words you’ve left on my frank series and everything in between. it means so so much to me. i can’t explain it. also congrats for sharing your frank fic, it was incredible and i can’t wait to see what else you have in store!

@castlesnchurches i will never be able to express how much i love reading your comments on my fics. probably one of my fave things ever. you motivate me so much just by being so lovely. thank you thank you. xx

@dinahmadanimybeloved for your amazing messages and supportive words, i hope 2023 is a good one for you xx

@hellskitchenswhore FOR GENERAL KINDNESS!!! thankyou so so much. it means the world ❤️

and to every single person who has interacted, liked or read a fic of mine/ followed along for the journey— and reading this right now!!! i’ll never be able to tell you how happy you have made me. thank you for making a pretty shitty year that much better ❤️

get ready for more fics, more series, and more SEX in 2023. YEHAW.

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oceangirl24 · 1 year

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15, 38 and 48 for the asks!

Hi! Thanks so much for the asks!

15. What’s your favorite AU that you’ve written?

Ooo, I haven't written an AU in ages. Years ago, when I was big into the seaQuest, I despised the direction the show took in the second season and came up an AU for it. The first attempt was... not good. lol I did start a rewrite a few years later but unfortunately, I never finished it (although I still have the handwritten notes for it). Do I remember a lot of details? Nope! But it's still up on FFN.

38. Did any of your fics get surprisingly popular (whatever that means to you)? Which ones? Why do you think they were so successful?

Warning: Long response, may veer off-topic slightly 😆

This is an interesting question. Honestly until I joined AO3 in 2021, I never thought about popularity or stats. I really didn't know it was thing. I was always on FFN so maybe that's why.

Based on stats across the board on the three sites I post on, it's easily Autumn in Philadelphia.

When I began AiP in 2002, it was one of a kind. No one else wrote Jonathan Turner as a central character and, to my knowledge, Audrey was the first published OC love interest for him. The popularity of the story back then surprised me as it was the era where OCs were heavily criticized and almost every one was labeled a dreaded Mary Sue. I still tear up over those OG comments wanting J and A together, some a decade plus after the last chapter was posted.

Coming back after 19 years away, the BMW fanfiction scene is very different. There are a ton of Jon & Shawn fics now, although I'm not sure how many are Jon-centric. Once I crossed over to AO3 and saw popularity was a thing I noticed that readers seemed to want extremely specific tropes handled in very certain ways for Jon and Shawn in order to bring in the kudos and comments, especially. Since I go in a very different direction with these tropes and have a very different story to tell, I knew I was fighting a losing battle but trying to get out of stats chasing mode was so hard.

Side note: When I started to write again on FFN I contacted everyone who supported me on the story back then, knowing they were likely out of the fandom and their accounts inactive. I just said thank you so much for commenting back then and it was rereading those comments that brought back me back to this story. The response was surprising because I didn't expect to hear anything. Some people responded right away with excitement. Some I heard from months later saying they never check FFN anymore but when they saw who the PM was from, they had to respond. Many said they would be reading. One person said AiP was the first fanfic they ever read and how much they loved it. Audrey was remembered fondly. Someone remembered the RPG I had forgotten about. How cool?

Now when I look at stats, I tend to focus more on FFN due to the detail of their stats and every month I have 5-10 people going through the whole story. Which floors me as it is not a short read. It is a complicated story.

Somehow, it's even closing in on 3K on WattPad which amazes me. BMW is largely Reader X or SI. (Are those the right terms? lol).

Maybe popular isn't the right word here. Longevity. I'm really surprised by AiP's longetivity.

Why? The level of detail maybe. Character development? How different it is? No clue.

48. What’s the last fic you read? Do you recommend it?

In a previous answer, the last read was Darlin' by @mrsmungus. Just before that, I read (am reading) Aftermath by MantaI305ApollosChariot. I dropped off on the MCU movies a while ago, but I really love her Wanda-centric fix-it story. She's amazing at filling me in on canon and what her changes are and why. Very enjoyable to read.

#my asks #boy meets world fanfiction #seaquest

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thefact0rygirl · 1 year

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The prior anon brings up something I've long been curious about. Being someone who hasn't been on Tumblr for an exceptionally long time, I know there's kind of an etiquette to reblogs/interactions.

I do my best to reply to every reblog for my fics, even if it's just to say "I'm glad you enjoyed it, thanks for sharing", especially if the response is shorter. Like, their response is how I "read the room" for engagement. I don't want to blather on when they're aren't interested, right?

So...when it comes to reblogs with comments in the tags, my interpretation is that they aren't necessarily looking for ongoing engagement/response or they would have put it in the reblog. At times, I'll screencap the tags and reblog them, but if it's someone I don't know well, I don't want to do that if they're uncomfortable with that. But at the same time, I don't want a reader to feel left out or that their response is "lesser" to me.

I'm sure it's very subjective, but Vee I'd really love your thoughts on the subject. You know me and know I want to make my blog as open and welcoming as possible without crossing other people's boundaries.

Am I over thinking this?

Is there an etiquette?

Honestly, I'd love if this could be an open conversation, because I'd enjoy hearing other takes/opinions/perspectives about it.

Hey Steph! 💜 Totally agree, the prior anons have brought up a lot of valid points. Interaction isn't a black and white issue.

And if you’re overthinking things then so am I 😅 I’d also love to hear what others think, but I approach things similarly to you.

Personally, I don’t think there is a standard etiquette. It varies among fandoms. Something that is considered the norm in one fandom may be seen as a slip-up in another. Not to mention that it varies among blogs, too. I also think when you have someone switching fandoms, you can see a clash of etiquette, so to speak. And it isn't necessarily from a place of malice. You don’t know what you don’t know.

It’s hard to say.

I’m like you — I try to respond to reblog comments (granted I’m not the best at this), but I don’t really reply to comments in the tags. I'm more likely to respond to tags from people I know because I know they're open to interacting. I take comments in the tags (or simple reblogs) as the person reblogging not wanting to be perceived. Which is valid, and I respect that.

I remember when I first started posting on here, someone had reblogged but they had a note in their bio asking people not to interact with them. They almost always wrote little comments in the tags, but I never replied because I was trying to respect their wishes. That definitely shaped how I approach tags and reblogs now. It’s more of a “I want to support you, but I don’t want to be perceived.”

But that is just my take! I’d also love to hear from others what they think!

#vee answers #twistedstitcher27

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screadingchallenge · 2 years

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Behind the Keyboard: Volume 4

Behind the Keyboard is a series of interviews with different Schitt’s Creek fanfic authors. The series will last as long as there is interest (from authors) and capacity (from me). If you are an author from the Schitt’s Creek fandom who would like to participate, send a DM to this account.

Each author was given ten questions. The first five questions are the same for every author, the last five will vary.

Remember, this year’s Reading Challenge begins July 15, so polish up those MFL lists.

Let’s meet our next author:

@blackandwhiteandrose

How many fics have you written?

As of the current moment I have 85 fics posted on A03 (and one that’s finished and waiting for me to figure out a title). The actual number of fics I’ve written over the years would be considerably higher, though.

When did you publish your first fic on AO3?

April 6, 2020

Describe your writing process from “Oh, I have an idea” to pushing publish on AO3.

Saying that I have a process is giving a whole lot of credit I do not deserve. LOL Generally it goes something like: * get an idea (could be a title, dialogue, or a scene)

* take like, three sentences worth of notes * just start typing * ask my CFOs (chief flailing officials) to take a look and see if it makes any sense/is worth continuing * repeat as necessary until I feel like it’s finished * get the beta eyeballs (and thank them profusely) * post and hope for the best

Tell me about your most recent fic? What do you love about it? Is there anything you think you could have done better?

Despite being a totally not sportsy person, I love sports AUs so I was very excited to try writing one. I’m really happy with how breakaway came together and let me do a different version of Hockey!Patrick.

(I also just think it’s fun to have friends who are willing to entertain all your dumb questions about a subject you’re clueless on and will help you get it right.)

If I were to have done anything differently/better it would have absolutely been an epic, multi-chapter fic that covered their whole relationship. Unfortunately, that’s not how my brain works, but maybe there will be a prequel one day. What advice would you give to someone who’s thinking about publishing their fic for the first time?

Very honestly, I’d say “just do it”. You really never know if something is going to hit or not, but I think it’s better to try something and toss it out there and hope a few people like it than just wanting to do it and never going for it. But, very seriously, before you hit post, have someone else look it over. Ask someone who will be honest with you and tell you things like “this sentence is unnecessary” or “I have no idea what this means” or “I don’t think you understand how commas work” (all comments I have received!), etc. As writers, we know what we’re trying to say, but someone who isn’t in your head is a very, very valuable resource when it comes to reading. The best idea in the world won’t get the attention it deserves if it’s hard to read.

What’s one thing that you’d like to say to your favorite Schitt’s Creek character?

I’d love to be able to talk to Season One David or just-moved-to-Schitt’s Creek Patrick and say the same thing to either of them, “Just wait. You have NO idea what’s coming.”

When did you start writing?

I remember reading a story I’d written aloud in 4th grade, so at least since I was 10. But I wrote my first fanfic in 1999.

What is the favorite scene you’ve ever written?

There are several very strong contenders for this one, but I think I can narrow it down to two:

Patrick & Nico at Rose Apothecary in Where He Is Now or David listening to Robert talk to Helen in beloved - it was the first time I’d made myself ugly cry while writing.

Are you interested in writing original fiction?

Yes and no. I have long dreamed about it, but at this point I’m not sure it’s something I would/will actively pursue. Do you write for any other fandoms? Which ones?

I do, I also write for 9-1-1.

#behind the keyboard #meet the authors #sc fic reading challenge #sc fanfic #schitt's creek #schitts creek

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debbiechanclub · 10 months

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AO3 is down so I finally finished reading over here. I take my time, sorry. So Finlay is endgame huh? Nellie and David make sense. She seems more secure with him than the others. David just knows what he wants so I'm glad she finally found herself a real man that's gonna lock it down. Jay missed out and I hope it's killing him that she's with David. Now Riley...he really can't do anything right. Kissing her when she was sad and drunk was a big no-no. Nellie stepping over his stuff was SAVAGE. I'm already rooting for evil Nellie 😈

No worries!!! Thank you SO much for reading and taking your time to send this. I know AO3 is down, but I've been thinking in the back of my head that people haven't said much to me about this fic because they lowkey hate what I've done 😅 So this means a lot to me. But yes, David is endgame. And while I'm not gonna sit here and lie that my own personal bias toward him had absolutely nothing to do with that decision, a lot of thought actually went into it. And since you sent this ask, I'm gonna go through and explain individually why all of Nellie's other love interests just weren't it for anyone who may be wondering! (And reveal just how different things could have turned out 😅)

Okay so first up: Jay. There was a point in time where Jay was endgame. You remember that teaser scene I posted where someone is reluctantly congratulating Nellie for being engaged? Jay put the ring there (and Zack was the person speaking). And to be perfectly honest, if I had finished this fic before Jay lost the IWGP title and left NJPW for real, he probably would have remained endgame. But then he left, and I started thinking about how Nellie's whole life is in Japan, and how her career would really just be starting to take off right around when Jay left. And then I started thinking about how he really didn't treat her that well at all, and I realized her taking him back would have looked so spineless. And so I started looking elsewhere for Nellie's endgame.

Now, I still have to write Jay's arc, and there's still some stuff going on between him and Nellie in that. But she's definitely going to keep him at arm's length, and he's going to lowkey try to sabotage her getting together with David (which I alluded to a bit in the first flashback scene). So Jay and Nellie's story definitely isn't done as written yet.

Next up: Kyle. Like Jay, there was a (brief) moment in time where Kyle was endgame! HOWEVER. I base my fics as much in reality as possible re: schedules and real storylines/fueds, etc. And after Kyle and Nellie hookup in fall 2021, based on Kyle's actual schedule (as detailed on Cagematch; I fucking live on that site) and what I had in mind for Nellie, they don't see each other again for a whole ass year. And by the time they do see each other again, Nellie is already in the process of reconnecting with David. (Yes, reconnecting! They go on a date wayyy back in 2017 during Nellie's first trip to Japan, which I also have plans to write about.) And actually, Kyle plays a part in Nellie realizing she has feelings for David—which is yet another thing I plan to write about. (It might be a flashback scene in part 2, actually.)

But to sum up Kyle and Nellie: right person, wrong time. It really is kind of bittersweet. And I wrote a REALLY long scene establishing Kyle as endgame that I might just post as a bonus because I worked hard on it and like it and don't just want to scrap it.

Zack. There's honestly not much to say here. Zack and Nellie have hella chemistry, but they don't work as a couple (outside the bedroom 🤭). And that's basically the entire reason they don't get back together despite Zack being the only one of Nellie's love interests/exes who lives in Japan. He was never (seriously) considered to be an option for endgame (despite that Cruel Summer fic I wrote that I regret every time I remember it 🙃). I do plan on writing a bit about when they were together before they realized they weren't right for each other, though.

And last and maybe least. Riley. Riley was never endgame. (After the rewrite) He was never anything more than a casual ongoing hookup for Nellie before she got together with Zack. But like I've written, she has a soft spot for him because she pities him a bit, I think 😂 That being said, her stepping over his things on the way to the Bullet Club locker room was absolutely a deliberate choice on my part.

So yeah, there's my long-ass explainer, and I hope it helps anyone who may be thinking I just willy nilly threw Nellie together with David. And thank you again for reading and seeing my vision. It means more than you know 💖

#asks #there's some good stuff under the cut if you read my fics #OR if you're just curious!!!

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whatevertheweather · 2 years

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The Space in Between 3, 4, 11 and 12!

HARD HITTING QUESTIONS FOR MY FAVORITE FIC, bless you <3 (Also this has been sitting in my drafts for days, I’m sorry. Thank you, though. I am always happy to go off about this fic.)

3: What’s your favorite line of narration?

Yes that's fine this is fine I can totally pick a single line out of a 100k fic it's whatever. I reserve the right to be wrong about this (as in forgetting I actually favor something else), but off the top of my head I know I really loved the way the whole bathroom scene turned out in chapter 11. This doesn't hit quite the same without the context of the rest, but alas, the question is "line" not "chapter."

He’s hunched over his sprawled legs with his hands pressed to his chest like he can hold the cage of his ribs together, like he can keep it from collapsing, and his mouth is wide, and he can’t get a sound out because you can’t speak grief like this.

You know what, forget “line.” Here’s another.

And Simon had thought that maybe the universe might exhaust itself at some point, that maybe it would run out of demonstrations for the ways a heart can be broken, for every little angle the knife can slip in, but he was wrong.

(To anyone who hasn’t read it, I promise there actually is laughter too.)

4: What’s your favorite line of dialogue?

You've tricked me into rereading 100k. I'm just trying to skim for dialogue to jog my memory, and next thing I know I've reread half of four different chapters, and then whoops, there's three more, and what do I have to show for it? This is hard. Rude, in fact, to make me pick just one. I'm going to pluck this tiny exchange out of chapter 5 and call it good because I do like it, and most other dialogue is riddled with spoilers.

“Snow,” Baz interrupts, pulling his eyes from the mysterious point of interest to look at Simon. “We are in such a position that you might find it easier to just get up and kick me.”

Simon snorts. “I’m just trying to figure you out. It sounds like a bad day and all, but, I mean how could it be worse than — I don’t know, worse than the day your mum died?”

“I’m serious, do you need me to lie down?” Baz asks. “Are you worried your shoes won’t be able to do as much damage?”

There’s another exchange I would choose, but it’s towards the end of the last chapter, so it’s off limits for out-of-context posting <3

11: What do you like best about this fic?

I have big feelings for this fic. Longest thing I’ve ever written, most thoroughly I’ve ever fixated, most fun I’ve ever had writing. And I didn’t write it with the intent of posting it. I wrote it because I was obsessed with it, and I wrote everything that I wanted to. Was there a lot in there that technically isn’t necessary to tell the story? I suppose. But everything in there is something I wanted there.

Everything is a moment that came to me when I was pacing circles in my kitchen or walking the dog or failing at sleeping. Half of chapter 8 exists because I was listening to an instrumental playlist so lyrics wouldn’t distract me, and then Phantom of the Opera came on and I thought, God I want them to dance to this. I remember the exact curb I was stepping onto when I wrote “Braden—looking, as ever, like every white guy Simon has ever seen mixed up into one, with the personality of none—is baring unreasonably white teeth in what might be perceived as a smile by someone who’s only read about them” in my head. I remember the exact balance of excitement and discomfort I felt when I jotted down one of the opening paragraphs in chapter 11 and thought “Man that’s fucked up.”

And that was the fun! I wrote things I’d never written before! I wrote things that were outside of my comfort zone! I wrote topics I didn’t know I could! A lot of it came from wayward scenes I didn’t intend to include but wrote just because they were in my head, and then I did include them! They became important! Because I wanted them to be! Ah!

This fic is just full of good memories, and there’s an overwhelming, nostalgic yearning whenever I think about it, and I love it to bits.

12: What do you like least about this fic?

That it’s based off of two pieces of media that already exist, and I can’t adapt it into its own book that I can put on my bookshelf and stare at.

SO THERE. I hope this was the sort of rambling you were looking for <3

(Questions from this list.)

#anyway now I'm up in my feels for tsib #if you couldn't tell #my writing #the space in between

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drunktuesdays · 2 years

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hi Lea! i love your blog and your fics! i got into wrestling rpf bc of you lol do u have any advice for someone who struggles with their vocabulary when writing fic? I like to think I read a lot but my fics feel very dry

This is SUCH a nice ask, thank you for sending it!!!!!

i think all of us struggle sometimes with thinking our writing is too dry. especially in opening scenes where you're trying really hard to orient your reader in that particular story's space, time, and universe, it's really really easy to focus on the function of the scene and drop style. i've DEFINITELY done it and had to go back and moisten it all up.

i think honestly the best thing you can do is read other people's stuff. read in fandoms you're not in. read anything you find interesting. make notes when you find a phrase that tickles your fancy. don't steal the entire sentence wholesale obviously, but when you like a turn of phrase, remember it. keep a google doc with odds and ends that you enjoy. halfhardtorock had a now-deleted fic where they had derek fingering stiles, and used the phrase "stiles cats into it." objectively insane, you don't really see anyone using cats as a verb like that, but it's so evocative, you can picture exactly what they mean. and i've remembered it for like ten years. and someday i'm gonna be writing the perfect scene for me to use cat as a verb in that way, and it's gonna be glorious. i won't steal the sentence obviously. literally please don't plagiarize anyone, but just appreciate great word choices!!! notice when other people are doing cool things, and take note of what you like about it! discuss it with your friends! i think it makes me a stronger and more thoughtful writer every time i finish a story and then immediately open a (PRIVATE) dm to a friend to dissect everything i liked and everything i would have done different in a work.

the other most valuable piece of advice i think i can pass on is actually a little mortifying, it's like, okay am i going to rec chuck palahniuk right now? unfortunately yes....i can't get the site with the original essay to load so i'm just going to link a tumblr post with it. I don't think it's necessary to actually go through the exercise of BANNING yourself from thought verbs, but it IS really helpful to start picking it out when you realize you're doing too many. i tend not to REALLY love doing a lot of inner monologue, and frankly i'm not that good at it, so it's really helpful for me personally to sit there and say to myself, okay what do i want to convey here and how do i convey it without just saying "dustin thought jim looked hot." it's a good exercise to police yourself about it sometimes, especially if you are worried things are coming out dry. ESPECIALLY check for the thesis statement paragraphs he talks about. that's one of the easiest things you can check and eliminate, because once you start noticing it, you realize how little you need it.

#as always when i talk about my theories of writing and what i think it should look like #i do it with the humility of knowing that this is just what i like and what i think #and i am just a very simple moron #and that a very good writer can break any of these guidelines easily and with ease and i'd probably enjoy it #and if you like writing a different way please enjoy yourself #i am not the cops

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