#so for now i'm catching up on some drafts while i listen to music for poke!ren inspo u_u;;

[shirogane-oushirou]

fighting off a little panic attack (yay yippee) and i'm soooooo tempted to start working on the poke!ren tag to keep myself distracted even though he's still so /gestures vaguely/ right now kJNSKJFNJK ARGH!!!!!!!

#so for now i'm catching up on some drafts while i listen to music for poke!ren inspo u_u;; #i just want to draw myself riding my bug horse next to him KJANSDKJ #i also want to start revising his team bc playing x has made me realize he's probably just kept froakie unevolved. #idk greninja never seemed like a very 'ren' pokemon... but froakie? weird little guy with a couple of hang-ups??? love that beast. #also i LOOOVE the image of him w a delibird who uses its tail to safe-keep samples or quickly deliver things to the lab #but like. in that case maybe he'd be better off just bringing a faster flying type like pidgeotto or pidgeot with a sample case attachment. #(totally not influenced by the pidgeotto currently on my team who goes by the name of a kind of mushroom. nope. nah.) #(also dw about the panic KJNAKJSN it's only Simmering. just my usual health worries!! nothing new to see here kjsdnfkjn.) #📌 [ my posts. ] #🐸 [ look ahead. ] #✏️ [ my scenarios. ] #pokemon -

[viaoverthemoon]

Never Enough <3

The people have spoken!!

Thank you for all the votes! ❤️ I had a feeling smut would win lol

I'd like to apologize for how long this took. I've been pretty busy and this gem has just been sitting in my drafts ;-; I'm just really fucking tired. ANYWAYS:

Vendetta!Leon x Fem!Shy!Virgin!Reader

Summary: You meet Leon in a bar and you two hit it off a little too well. <3

Tw: SMUT BUT NOT PENETRATIVE, oral (m and f receiving), overstimulation, non-penetration sex, this is kinda hot, why did I write this?, this shit kinda long.

18+!! NSFW!! MDNI!! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!! <3

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You decided it was about time that you finally agreed to go drinking with your friends.

They'd asked you many times to go out with them and just relax, but you would always refuse.

Between doing college work and having a part-time job, you've just never had the time.

But tonight, you intended to loosen up a little.

Now you sit in a stool at some downtown nightclub, the shortest dress you own barely covering your ass as the worn leather of the stool digs into you.

You hardly understand the conversation your friends are having as you lazily sip from the fruity alcoholic drink they'd gotten for you, your head buzzing delightfully from the alcohol.

You nod along when someone else nods, and giggle when everyone does, barely paying attention until the bartender catches your eye.

He offers you a deep red drink and says its from a handsome blonde man sitting at the end of the bar.

After accepting the drink and confirming with the bartender that you would tell him if you ever felt uncomfortable, you look over at the man and are completely overwhelmed by the bright blue eyes of a stranger.

Time itself seems to slow as you lock eyes with him. His brown hair falls over his face in a messy, yet clean way, the stubble on his face a clear sign that he hasn't shaved in a few days. He eyes you over the rim of his glass as he drinks without stopping, lips forming into a sort of smile when he realizes you're staring at him.

Your cheeks burn in embarrassment once you have this same realization, giving him a quick hesitant smile before turning back to your drinks.

You nurse the both of them for a little while longer, returning to your friend's conversation (they hadn't noticed what was going on), and stealing glances at the man every now and then.

This goes on for another 10 minutes, until you're genuinely laughing at your friends' jokes, silently listening until a presence appears close to your back and the voices of your friends trails off as they all look behind you.

You look at their dropped jaws and glances at each other in confusion before turning around, eyes widening when you see the handsome stranger from earlier.

He looks down at you, a slightly confident smirk on his lips when you feel your cheeks heat up again.

You mouth a small 'oh, hello', looking up at him as he leans a little closer so he can be heard over the loud music. Only close enough to be heard but not close enough to be within your personal space.

"Hi. The names Leon. Leon Kennedy. May I ask about yours's?" He sticks his hand out to be shook and judging by the shake in his hands and the quiver of his voice when he asked the overly formal question, you can tell he's not very experienced in this. Well, lucky enough for him, you aren't either.

You can't take your eyes off of him as you mutter your name, stumbling over it as if you've never said it before, and shake his outstretched hand.

He seems to relax a bit more when he sees you're worse at this than he is.

Still holding your hand, he glances at your friends before leaning down to whisper in your ear,

"I want to get to know you more but we aren't really in a private place... wanna get out of here?"

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If someone had told you the minute you'd stepped into that bar that you would be leaving with a complete stranger, you would've thought they were crazy.

But if they'd continued and told you you'd end up on your knees in front of said man with his cock shoved down your throat, well, you probably would've called the police.

15 minutes in a taxi with Leon and it felt like you both had known each other your whole lives.

Secrets had been shared, confessions spilled, and opinions expressed. You'd shared more with Leon than you had shared with your own parents, and vice versa.

Leon was surprised by the feeling of trust that clouded his judgement when he got to know you. It was... relieving... to finally have someone he can trust.

Whether it was the sudden feeling of trust, or perhaps the liquid courage (you really couldn't tell), it'd given you the nerve to bring him into a heated kiss outside his door.

He'd been surprised, but immediately kissed you back, unlocking his door and being pushed by you into the apartment.

And now, you sit on your knees in front of him, gagging slightly as he thrusts relentlessly into your mouth.

Your eyes sting and water as he repeatedly hits the back of your throat, but you don't care. The look of him above you, hair damp from sweat and almost sticking to his forehead. Him panting hard as he groans and whimpers, his grip on your hair painful but you're not complaining. These elements along with the low words he grumbles to you is enough to keep you going.

"Fuuuuck sweetheart... Didn't think you'd be a nasty little thing. Sweet Jesu- and you're taking me so deep- God-"

He throws his head back, his hips stuttering for just a second, letting you know he's close.

That statement wasn't entirely true. He knew you would be different the moment you drank the two half-full glasses of alcohol like shots, finishing the both of them in one gulp each.

Well, you didn't drink often but that doesn't mean you don't know how to handle your drinks.

And if there was anything he liked, don't worry, he'll tell you.

"Ah, shit- That felt so fucking good. Ooo, baby, do that again-"

And when he cums, he pushes your head all the way down on his cock, so deep in the euphoria of the orgasm you'd given him that he almost forgets you need to breathe. But you let him come down from his high, albeit choking and sputtering at the feeling of him deep in your throat and the warm feeling of his release sliding down your esophagus and into your belly.

Eventually, his groans and gasps for air come to a halt and he slides out of your warm mouth. Before you can pull away, he grabs your cheeks and forces you to look at him.

"Lemme see it..." He says this to you in a condescending, almost mocking, tone that annoys you but also makes you clench your legs together.

Yet, you follow his command, opening your mouth and sticking out your tongue to show him the remains. He exhales a slow breath, as if trying to control himself. "Thank you, angel."

He carefully lifts you off of your knees and kisses you.

His tongue fought eagerly with yours, the taste of him relishing in both of your mouths.

Leon began to slide his hands south, fidgeting with the bottom of your dress that rested right at the top of your thighs.

In a moment of fearful hesitation, you stop his hands and the kiss.

He slightly panics, thinking he may have crossed a line and you can see his thoughts in his eyes.

"Oh no, no! Leon I'm fine! I just... um... can we not do the... ya'know... Because I'm still- er- I've never-"

And then Leon's fears wash away. He gives you this soft smile. One that makes your knees weak and your embarrassment evaporate. He caresses your cheek, looking deep into your eyes as you swoon.

"Oh, angel. We don't have to do that if you don't want to. I completely understand."

You're left in a complete daze as you answer him with a 'yeah, okay'. He picks you up bridal style and carries you to what you can only assume is his bedroom.

He plops you on the bed before taking of his shirt and completely removing his pants. You follow suit, removing your short dress to reveal only your lacy thong.

Leon groans, placing his hands on the edge of the bed. His grip on the poor thing was terrifying. This guy is holding back demons.

"Fuck, angel..." He grabs your ankles and pulls you toward the edge of the bed, causing you to yelp.

"It's like you're trying to kill me or something." He kneels on the ground and throws your legs over his shoulders, licking his lips and eyeing you like a predator.

You barely understand a word he's saying. The view on your side was amazing. Having a powerful man on his knees in-between your legs was doing something to your ego.

You whine, toying with your nipples and biting your lip in anticipation. "Leon..." You try to tell him with your eyes to hurry up. Because if he doesn't give you what you want right now, you're about to get it yourself.

He only laughs, moving your thong to the side and out of the way of your entrance. "I know sweet girl... It must hurt so bad. I know."

You whimper, back slightly arching, when he blows cool air onto your pussy.

And before you can snap at him to tell him to stop playing with you, he licks a long stripe up your slit. You gasp, one of your hands flying down to grab onto his hair.

And before you can chastise him about that, he places his entire mouth on your pussy, sucking, biting, and sticking his tongue inside of you.

Oh, now you're screaming.

You're sure Leon will have noise complaints from his neighbors by tomorrow morning, but you can't find it in you to give a fuck.

The hand not buried in Leon's hair is busy gripping his sheets as he tears sound after sound out of you. He eats you out like a man starved, having no mercy on your poor cunt. You aren't even sure if he can breathe but that thought is lost somewhere in the back of your mind.

Your body can hardly keep up with his ministrations, not being able to tell if you're feeling pleasure or pain. You writhe in his grip. He'd wrapped his arms around your legs, locking you in place as close to his face as possible. He doesn't stop, not as you tug on his hair to pull him away, not as your screams and pleas get louder and louder, and not as you finally hit your high.

And you can't even have a moment to come down from it because he isn't stopping.

You cry out, tugging hard on his hair. You just wanted a small break, therefore not using your safe word. He looks up at you, finally.

Half of his face is dripping wet and shiny with your arousal and release. If he cares about that, he doesn't show it. He pants and looks at you with that wide smile, admiring your red cheeks, wet lips, and heavy breathing before leaning down to give you hickeys on your inner thighs.

"God you looked so pretty coming on my tongue, angel... Do it again?"

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I was going to just do m receiving oral and then do f receiving another day, but then I was like "Fuck it. We ball." ya feel?

Anyways, hope you enjoyed!

Requests are open!! <3

#leon x reader #resident evil #viaoverthemoon #leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x you #leon s kennedy smut #re4 leon #re4 #smut

[geddy-leesbian]

draft of the chapter where Luis wins his first award because it's cute and I'm impatient

Best Rock Vocal Male Performance – 1981

“When I started this album, I was so close to just giving up on music entirely. I'm only standing here because of one person.”

Leon is now the boyfriend of a Grammy winner. What the fuck.

Two sentences into Luis's award speech, and Leon is running off to the bathroom because he knows he will cry his makeup off if he listens to Leon gush and praise him up there.

Leon comes out of the bathroom to see a panicking Luis, who immediately rushes to him.

“You're okay? You need to go home now?”

“No, no. Just the shit you were saying. I knew I wouldn't have been able to listen without crying.”

“Well, can I show you off at the after party without you crying? I know lots of people want to see my muse after the speech… But your needs are much more important. If you need to go home, that's okay.”

“Think I can handle that.”

“Just remember you can always change your mind. You feel like you're going to start crying, or feel too tired, or for any other reason you want to leave, squeeze my hand and I'll say I need to go early because you're not feeling well. I'll make some unfunny joke about takeout and food poisoning, everyone will laugh anyway because I'm famous, and then we'll leave.”

“Yeah. Thanks.”

Leon doesn't talk much, just hangs on Luis's arm. He can do social functions like this with the assistance of alcohol. If he wasn't sober he'd be talking more, jumping in while Luis talks about their relationship to crack jokes and tease him a bit. But without the social lubricant, he just smiles and looks pretty while Luis does all the talking. Smiling and looking pretty is his job here. Luis has a literal trophy, a pretty gold-plated gramophone, in his hand, but Leon is the real trophy he wants to show off.

Leon doesn't mind not talking. He doesn't feel awkward or out of place at all. He doesn't mind that his feet are starting to kill him. Of course Luis is the focus, but occasionally Leon catches some eyes too. Particularly the eyes of the musicians who had asked Leon out in the past. Every time Luis notices, he untangles their arms so he can wrap his arm around Leon's waist, then kisses the top of his head for good measure. Just to make it even more abundantly clear that Leon is his.

The possessiveness should piss him off. He should hate that he's being shown off like a prized possession. He had an ex boyfriend who was the jealous type and loved doing shit like this, and it always annoyed the hell out of him. But it's different with Luis. He likes it. All of it.

Luis is also more in tune with Leon's needs than he was during their last outing. He makes a conscious effort to slow down his pace enough that Leon can keep up without having to catch his breath. Occasionally he starts walking a little too fast like before, but now he always catches himself and slows back down even before Leon can say anything.

Luis smoothly deals with the peer pressure to drink too. There's so much alcohol, so there's constantly people noticing Leon isn't drinking, and shoving glasses of champagne into his hand. Luis handles it. To most people, he says that Leon prefers beer, and all the champagne and wine is just too fancy for him. He lets the people who are too tipsy to listen to reason hand him the drinks, and then takes it from Leon and drinks it himself when they walk away. 

“There's the dance floor…” Luis states playfully. “Dance with me, Prince Charming?”

“Sure, princess,” Leon rolls his eyes, but smiles. “But just junior high slow dance swaying type of shit. Nothing fancy. Don't try to twirl or dip me or anything like that.”

“Deal!”

Luis slips his suit jacket off, and finds someone to hold it and his trophy while they dance. Luis takes one of Leon's hands and sets his other on his waist. Leon puts his free hand on Leon's chest. All Luis had under the jacket was a mesh tank top, so Leon is almost touching bare skin when he puts his hand on his chest. While Leon wouldn't say he knows how to dance, he can do the basic swaying without embarrassing himself.

Leon notices a photographer prowling the dance floor, and gets excited. They don't have many romantic pictures.

“Hey, Luis?”

“Done? It's okay, thank you for dancing at all.”

“No, not done! Just changed my mind. You should dip me or something.”

“Seriously..?”

“Yes.”

“Why the sudden change in heart? You were very adamant that I not do that,” Luis's eyes wander, and then he gets a knowing smile. “You want to show off for the camera! You're not just tolerating all this, you like it!”

“Just shut up and do something dramatic.”

“I will. But not until you admit why you want me to.”

“God. You're annoying,” Leon rolls his eyes. “But fine. I love all of this. I love that you keep making it clear that I'm yours. Makes me feel special. Want you to do something that'll get the whole dance floor looking at us, and a picture to remember it.”

“Wow. I just thought you liked the attention, didn't realize you were that into the possessive stuff too. You are mine. You are special,” Luis's smile is almost blinding. “As soon as the photographer is looking our direction, I'll dip kiss you, give him a really good picture, okay?”

“Do I need to do anything?”

“Just hold on and trust me to not drop you.”

Luis wraps his arms around Leon's waist, and then waits. When he sees they caught the photographer's eye, he leans forward and dips Leon. Leon clings to his neck desperately. It's scarier than he anticipated, giving up all control and relying on Luis to support all of his weight. But he doesn't regret anything. He trusts Luis. He knows Luis wouldn't have indulged the request if he wasn't 100% certain that he wouldn't drop him. The clapping and whistling from others on the dance floor and Luis's mouth on his (he's kissing with tongue, which is definitely unnecessary for the the picture) also make it easier to ignore the fear.

Luis holds him like that for a few seconds, waiting for the camera flash before pulling Leon back up. Leon rests his head on Luis's shoulder to hide his face. He's a blushing, giggling mess. He hasn't had a drop of alcohol, but he feels wasted. Drunk on Luis and the attention. Luis keeps his arms around his waist and they sway like that for a couple more songs.

Then Luis goes to take his trophy and suit jacket back, and then he's dragging Leon off god knows where. Down a maze of back hallways. He's half convinced Luis wants to find somewhere for a quickie, and, well, he certainly won't object to that.

“Thank you for the dance. We take a break now,” Luis whispers, after finally finding a secluded bench to park Leon. “You and babies are still holding up okay?”

So this isn't a sex thing. Luis is just concerned. Which warms his heart a little bit, but he still manages to roll his eyes. “Darling, I'm fine. Don't even need to sit down yet.”

“You're still going to take a break now! An ounce of prevention, a pound of cure. Better to rest before you feel like you need to,” Luis insists. He kisses his forehead and gently pats his belly. “I'll be right back.”

Leon fidgets with the trophy while he waits for Luis to come back, running his fingers over the engraving. Then he looks around, making sure there still isn't anyone around.

“Hey. Your other dad just won a Grammy. It's a big deal,” While Luis was already pretty obsessed with talking to the babies, Leon felt awkward. It was hard for him to wrap his mind around the fact that it wouldn't be him talking to his own stomach like a crazy person, it's talking to his babies. But at the most recent appointment he was told they'd be able to hear soon, so he's trying to bury the awkward feelings and make an effort. He smiles when he gets a response. Not quite a kick yet, but a little flutter of movement. “But he's way more excited about you than any award. Bet he'll lose his shit when you get big enough that he can feel you moving too. You're really lucky, he's gonna be such a good dad to you.”

“Leon! Swearing while talking to my babies!” Luis scolds, with over dramatic faux outrage. Leon jumps, startled because he didn't realize Luis was already back. “Sorry I snuck up on you. But I brought you food!”

He sets a couple plates down on the bench. One piled with fruit, cheese and crackers on the other. His stomach is definitely the way to his heart, and Luis knows it.

“I gave up my movie star abs, alcohol, and my motorcycle,” Leon happily devours the plate of cheese and crackers in between words. Luis eats some of the fruit. “I am not giving up my favorite words too. Their first words being 'fuck' and 'shit' is a price I'm willing to pay.”

#if anything is fucked up here it's bc tumblr has really been fighting me here #serennedy #serrennedy #luis serra #leon kennedy

[inlocusmads]

Hey there! I got this ask game, and I'm passing it on! I literally picked the first 10 people that came up when I scrolled through my list! Play along if you wish! ❤️

Tag game: I will name you some categories or a word, and you will tag a Tumblr friend or a mutual who matches with it or gives you these vibes. Don't worry, just a game. If you get tagged by someone else, you are lucky. Continue this game with the words of your choice :)

Dancing

Dagger

Seaside

New York

Bakery

Vinyl Records

Screaming

Elsa, thank you so much for this Ask! And I just wanna take a moment to appreciate the fact that this MADE ME THINK! It's awesome, I love it!

Dancing makes me think of @lovealexhunt's beautifully commissioned artwork - Mal and Daenarya after the ball and IT IS JUST TOO DAMN GORGEOUS OKAY? (I have like seventy posts saved in my drafts as reblogs and I should totally do that sometime soon lol). Honestly @hydn-jpg's art slaps, like hard bass, let's freaking go! Dani, always knocking it out of the park <3

Dagger - obviously @cassie-thorne. Ik ik too specific but I vaguely recall us just talking about daggers and weapons and cool stuff and recently there was this Ask from the playchoicesconfession account that talked about equipping the Crimes MC with something better than a taser. (MAX, CAMERON WITH KNIFE ARTWORK WHEN) and it also reminds me of this piece by @monschoices with Trystan and Sasha dressed up as the characters in Scream (1996). And Max just gives me full chaos vibes - we're all here for the chaos!

Seaside gives me just full @peonierose vibes. I'm just so behind on catching up with Peonie's work, but the last I hear, Luna and Bryce are living their sandy, beachy dreams up! There was this cute little fic where while they're picking out cakes, Bryce and Luna discover they're pregnant and it's just the wholesomest, feel-goodest fic on this earth. Plus, Peonie as a person just makes me associate with beaches, just the warmth of a nice summer's day.

New York is just @jerzwriter XD! Legit! It's synonymous almost! Ik you're from New Jersey, but you get the trademark New York culture, which is just so evident in your Crimes fics. I love them! I love how Carolina's got this wit and charm that's this cleverly calculated thing that helps her navigate tough situations but she is absolutely unafraid to hurl someone in front of a subway train in the slightest and yes, Trystan should be scared. I'd love to visit NYC someday!

Bakery gives me @peonyblossom solely because of the queer coffee shop vibes. I'm pretty sure they have a coffee shop AU and I'm just that terrible to not have gotten to it sooner XD. But honestly, yes, if we're going by vibes and vibes alone, just the atmosphere of a cornerstore bakery. It's very tough to pinpoint to one thing lol!

Vinyl records is just screaming @mydemonsdrivealimo (I don't know if I should be envious of Jensen that he gets to wear cool frickin outfits and just cook up a storm on the performing stage or if I should just sit back and wish why he weren't an actual musician I can binge-listen to on Spotify XD) but seriously, just impeccable of the impeccable-est music tastes ever.

Screaming reminds me of this Aerin x MC artwork by @oh-so-youre-a-nerd and IT'S NOTHING SHORT OF A MASTERPIECE (once again, I'm so behind on reblogging the coolest art and fics that I come across). I haven't seen the Witcher, but just Aerin "Sadboi" Valleros screaming out of his lungs is just a mood (mood I say, when it's heart-wrenching lmao). But damn, they knock it out of the whole freaking universe with their impeccable art! I'm just gonna sit here in awe and doom-scroll through their stuff right now.

Thank you so much Elsa! This was so fun to do <33

#choices positivity #askboxed! #jerzwriter

[sunberry-strawflower]

#curtissonweek2023

Yayyy!!! Day 3 is upon us and I'm not too late!

This fic was like the last two where I completely changed where I wanted to go with it, but it wasn't a struggle to write actually! I actually felt mostly relaxed and nice writing this one :) maybe bcz of the simple premise? I'm not sure haha

Anywayz the story is about artist!Burt and Sven is just...a normal guy LMAO

This was fun to write tho! Hope you enjoy!

(Event by @blue-fanlady)

Word count: 1.5k

Curtisson Week Day 3: Drawing

Burt was walking through the city with his sketchbook in hand, desperately trying to figure out what to draw. He was in a big drawing mood, but nothing out here seemed to catch his eye. There were different buildings, all different patterns and colors, but none of them seemed appealing enough for him to even make a rough draft of. He saw people walking along the sidewalk, whether they were talking with their friends or jogging while listening to music on their phone. While it was nice to see people enjoying themselves in their own way (even if it made him feel bitter about his own dull life), it didn't give him any inspiration at all. He came to the conclusion that he was definitely going through art block. 

He sighed as he looked down at the empty page. He was trying to think of something to get him inspired, maybe catch something in this busy city that's worth taking a page on his sketchbook, some kind of ounce of creativity, but alas, his mind still remained as blank as the page. 

Burt decided walking around the city wasn't doing him any good, so he walked into the building closest to him. Which happened to be a library. 

He was hit with the inside air and took a deep breath. He started to wander around and look at all the different books he was definitely not going to read. He thought maybe the covers of said books could give him a bit of inspiration. 

Some were soft and colorful, others were more dark and misty. Some had people or characters on it, and others were simply abstract colors and backgrounds. You can tell the genre of these by their name and cover more often than not. Stories about love, betrayal, friendship, drama, fantasy, history, and mystery were present. Maybe even more. Some of them seemed to mix two or more genres which was interesting. He picked up a few paperbacks, not to read, but to analyze the covers, hoping to find something that'll potentially give him some sort of spark. He sure hoped nobody came to the library for these specific books. 

He sat down at a table and put the hardcovers and his sketchbook on top of it. He slid his pencil from the spiral bound and tapped the wood on the table a few times. Most of the stories he picked out had gloomy-ish pictures. Maybe he could do something with those. 

Maybe something to do with night time? He could draw the night sky…but that was too simple. At least on its own. He needed to draw something with it. Something that stood out. 

While pondering on what to draw with this idea, he felt his eyes drift to another table not too far from his own. Another guy, presumably around his age, was reading a book. He had short blond hair and a small blue hat on. He changed expressions ever so slightly, probably reacting to the story. From what Burt could see from his small reactions, it was a bittersweet kind of telling. 

This guy seemed to be an expressive type of person. That's very helpful, especially because Burt needs to practice drawing expressions. Not only that, but this blond seemed to be exactly what he was looking for in his drawing. He would stick out perfectly with the night time atmosphere Burt wanted to go for. 

Would he get away with drawing him right now? It was worth a shot. 

Before he lost the motivation, he quickly picked up his pencil and started his piece, occasionally stealing glances from his unknowing model. 

He sketched the night sky, making sure not to let the black and gray entirely cover the page so he can fit the other stuff he had in mind as well. The library was quiet, aside from the sounds of his pencil scratching on the sketch paper and a page of a book flipping. Whether it was from the blond or somewhere else in the room. They weren't distracting, though. If anything, they were relaxing. 

Once he finished the night sky, he stole another glance from the other, still not having noticed Burt looking at him. He seemed too into the story he was reading to pay any attention. Well, worked for Burt. 

He began drawing the blond, a closeup of him sitting on a bench under the night sky, reading a book of a similar style. He didn't need to look at the other too much, as he had a decent idea of his appearance. He had a pretty good photographic memory, which saved him a lot of glimpses.

He finished up the sketch and mentally sighed to himself as he looked at it. Not his best work, but he felt he captured what he was aiming for well enough. He was considering coloring it, but he didn't want to risk possibly ruining the sketch. 

That guy served as a really good model for this piece, even if he had no idea. Though Burt should probably leave before somebody caught him being a bit creepy and drawing somebody without their consent or notice. 

He grabbed the books he took from the shelves and went to put them back, hoping nobody was searching for them earlier. Especially since he wasn't even reading them. 

After he finished putting the books back, he went to leave the library. However, he couldn't shake off the feeling that he was missing something…

Oh, right. His sketchbook. Where was it? Did he mistake it for a book and put it on a shelf? He sure hoped not. The things in there were not for the public eye. 

He went back to the shelves and didn't see his sketchbook anywhere.

'Did somebody take it already?' he thought to himself, and started to panic a little. He then considered the fact that he might've left it on the table from earlier, and quickly made his way over there. 

Once the table was in his sight, he stopped in his tracks. His sketchbook was there, thank God, but there was somebody else there as well. It looked to be the blond from earlier. He had the sketchbook in his hands and his face seemed to be a mixture of awe and confusion. Or maybe just one of the two. It was hard to properly see him from this distance. 

Burt walked over there, worried that running would make too much noise. Once he made his way over, he tapped the other on the shoulder, which caused him to jolt and look in his direction. "Oh, hey." He greeted quietly. "Did you draw this?" 

Burt shamefully nodded, gently took the sketchbook away from the other and closed it. "Sorry. For drawing you without permission, I mean. It just kind of happened." He whispered. Again, he didn't want to be too loud in the library, but that didn't stop him from mentally screaming at himself and being embarrassed out of his mind. 

"Oh, that was supposed to be me?" He asked. "I thought so, but I wasn't sure. It looks really good." He smiled. Burt couldn't help but blush a little. Not many people have complimented his artwork before.

"Thank you." He said. Burt appreciated the compliment but still felt awfully embarrassed and awkward so he turned to leave without another word. 

"Wait." The other called out quietly. In any other setting, his voice would go unheard, but in the silence of the library, Burt could hear him loud and clear. 

Burt looked back, albeit hesitantly. "Hm?"

"What's your name?" He asked. Burt didn't understand why the other wanted the name of somebody he would probably never see again, but he guessed it only made sense to know the name of the person who drew you. Along with the person you're drawing. 

"Burt." He replied. 

"I'm Sven," He grinned. "Sorry for looking in your sketchbook, by the way. If it makes you feel better, I didn't look at any other pages."

That did make Burt feel a little better, but he still felt a little flustered. He shook his head. "It's fine, don't worry."

"Okay…good." Sven said. They stood there in awkward silence for a bit. 

"Are you–" "I'm going–" Sven and Burt immediately stopped talking once they heard the other, which honestly made this more awkward than it already was. Sven chuckled before urging Burt to go first. 

"Oh, I was just saying I'm going to go now." Burt said, and if he were a fool, he'd say Sven almost looked disappointed, but he brushed it off.

Sven was quiet for a few seconds before seeming to process what Burt had said and nodded. "Okay. Bye." He waved goodbye and Burt waved back, leaving with his sketchbook and pencil in hand. 

Once he exited the library, he looked down at the sketch of the blond--well, Sven. Weirdly, he felt more proud of it now. Still wouldn't consider it his best work, but it was better than he originally perceived. 

He couldn't hold back a smile as he signed Sven's name in cursive writing, next to his sitting figure. He wrote his name and the date it was drawn at the corner of the page, officially making this drawing another crucial part of his sketchbook. 

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See y'all on day 4!

#I'm actually pretty proud of this one #which feels great. feeling proud of how your work came out is one of the best feelings ever I stggGGG #1.5k words is a nice sweet spot for me too #again lmk if the formatting is funky I'm still not all that used to posting fics on tumblr #thsc #the henry stickmin collection #henry stickmin collection #sven svensson #burt curtis #curtisson #curtissonweek2023 #cross posted on ao3

[sequinsonic]

boom!sonic x reader coffeeshop!au hcs!

pairing: boom!sonic x gn!reader

genre: fluff! | coffee shop!au | headcanons

warning(s): none:>

word count: 854

note: lol this has been sitting in my drafts for a while now but i wasn't sure what else to add to it, so might as well put it out now:> and it's kinda all over the place, so i apologize ㅠㅠ. also, sonic's personality in this is a lot like how he acts in boom as well as the other characters, that's the only reason this is titled as such ^ enjoy!!

+ so you and amy have opening shifts everyday except for fridays and sundays

+ she only works till noon tho because for some reason she always has to attend some lesson

+ "sorry i got a yoga lesson at 1:00, then a book club at 2:00, then psychology class at 3:30, then—" girly is like barbie trying out every single thing you can think of

+ then on fridays, you get to open along with the energetic co-worker that shadow is /hj

+ BUT SONIC DOESN'T WORK ON FRIDAYS

+ which means you're stuck with shadow for the day and his very limited topics of conversations

+ unless it's a "hello" and "can you brew this order?" he says there's "no reason to talk during business hours"

+ you'd think he's just tired but homie drinks like 5 cups of americano daily so that's impossible

+ pretty sure the guy just hates everyone

+ but anyways, onto sonic already

+ where to begin ohmygod

+ y'all have the most fun together out of everyone

+ hell, even the customers know how chaotic the café gets when you're both working the same shifts

+ you guys are usually alone from 12:00am to 2:00pm before shadow and sticks clock in

+ "c'mon y/n! just one more time!"

+ "sonic we have 10 more minutes before the rest show up. would you PLEASE put away your game of trashball"

+ he always lets you play whatever music you want for the day

+ oh and doesn't like it when you're cashier

+ he says there are customers who tend to get too "friendly" with you

+ no rlly the amount of napkins he throws away with a random number written on it happens more than you'd think

+ your pure ass didn't understand what that meant, but it also saves you from another annoying task so who are you to complain eh?

+ when there's someone other than you two working, he likes to sneak into the back with you

+ "we just have some organizing to do back there" and boom you're gone for 20 minutes

+ but it's not like you guys do anything bad

+ maybe. sometimes. idk

+ 90% of the time you're just munching on leftovers or gossiping about what's been going in the village

+ the rest of the 10%? prob playing your 20th round of uno lol

+ but anyway, buckle up. shit gets real when you two become a thing

+ you two came to an agreement that you weren't going to tell anyone abt y'all just yet

+ sonic just wasn't ready for that type of teasing

+ he likes to make you a cup of vanilla latte during every shift

+ "hey, you come here often? let me set you up with this amazing, extraordinary and never done before cup of latte"

+ "sonic i work here"

+ he's trying his best to not pull you to the back every chance he gets

+ he's so obvious abt it tho

+ just wants your attention rlly

+ not that he'll ever EVER say that lol

+ "listen i know we're in the middle of a rush but i'm just so drained so can i please have some motivation—"

+ "you have the oddest way of asking for a kiss"

+ i mean it when i say that you guys can't be separated even while working

+ y'all have somehow managed to convince shadow that every task is a two person job lol

+ "really hard at work holding a cup while amy pours in the ice, aren't you sonic?"

+ "shadow— listen. you don't understand. i must do this. one cube of ice misses the cup and we're done for. we'll be short on stock and as you know it's really hard to survive in this economy and—"

+ "alright, shut up. i get it. now get back to work."

+ the thrill of your relationship is trying to hide it from everyone else ngl

+ sticks says she always catches you staring and stealing glances at sonic or vice-versa

+ and god forbid he looks at you while you're putting your quills (?) in a ponytail

+ he just loves that sm idk it makes him wanna kiss you so bad

+ this information, however, is not news for you

+ "look at him ringing up that order, his side profile is so—" "y/n you're spilling everything!"

+ it's the same the other way around lol

+ closing shifts with sonic are always the best

+ y'all usually stay together afterwards to clean everything and leave it ready for tomorrow morning

+ relaxing music is on, no one is there to bother you, only the two of you

+ we know sonic can't stay still for long, so him knowing he gets to go home with you if everything gets cleaned up asap is a good offer

+ the comfort of it all is knowing sonic is probably gonna crash at yours afterwards

+ "shouldn't you sleep at your shack tonight?" "no i like your bed it's very comfy"

+ a nice cup of tea before heading home and your day ends on such a good note

+ both of y'all are so obsessed with each other to be honest

+ sonic generally loves spending time with you, so working at the same place together? what a steal!

#sonic the hedgehog x reader #sonic the hedgehog #sonic #sonic boom x reader #sonic boom #boom sonic #boom sonic headcanons #sonic headcanons #sequinsonic writes

[altraviolet]

☉ ✄ ✦

☉ what do you do when you get stuck writing?

I don't write 😬 You've probably noticed my fic doesn't have an upload schedule. If I get stuck, I just don't write. After a long while, though, I start getting this feeling that I really need to. I'll stop listening to music for a few days and think about the fic a lot. That, plus time off of work, seems to be the only thing that makes me write again.

✄ what’s your editing process?

Oh man it is. I don't even know xD I edit heavily as I'm writing. Sometimes I'll write a sort of 'skeleton' chapter and then go back and flesh it out. During both those phases, I edit. Sometimes I'll write the chapter completely as I go through it. Either way, when I'm done, I reread it and correct it for like another 2 hours afterwards. I consider putting the chapter into AO3's preview part of editing and try really hard to catch and correct things there (especially rogue html).

Note: I do not recommend this type of editing xD But I will be honest and say that's what I do. I would instead recommend you (general 'you') write your draft, just go go go! Put it aside for a bit. Then edit with fresh eyes.

✦ what was your easiest fic to write & your hardest?

Easiest fic is probably something like "Touch" or "Oil Reservoir." I was writing those entirely for myself and indulging in some rareass pairs xD Plus they were short and I didn't feel pressured to justify them with massive amounts of characterization and world building. I just. Wrote :)

Hardest fic... hmm... "The Angel Breaker" (Big Bang fic of 2022) was a real challenge because I hella procrastinated and ended up writing literally on the day(s) it was due. I wrote 30,000 words in 3 days. That was hard from a logistical and a "my mortal coil is TIRED but I can't stop" point of view.

But the hardest fic in terms of things like characterization and trying to stay one step ahead and combining new thoughts with scenes written 3+ years ago... would be Echo Garden. I really struggled with characterization for a few years on it. That's going better now. But yeah. I really sink into the scenes when I write. I try really hard to make sure everything makes sense, is interesting and beautiful and enjoyable to imagine, and furthers the story in some way. I keep a zillion thoughts and details together in my head at once when writing for Echo Garden. When I finish a chapter, my brain literally feels tired xD

Thanks so much for the ask :)

#autobratty #ask game

[emotionallychargedtowel]

9 People You’d Like to Know More

tagged by @wen-kexing-apologist and @thewayofsubtext  <3

Tumblr keeps eating every draft of this post that I write, argh! 

Last Song I Listened To

When I started writing this, I was being lazy and letting the YouTube algorithm pick songs for me and I was listening to this song, Unfucktheworld by Angel Olsen. I've been exchanging song recommendations with a friend for a while now and I guess she has gotten to know me pretty well because this is way up my alley.

But then another song came on--We Ride by Brave Girls (a.k.a. BB Girls)--and that became the new last song I listened to. It's another song that a friend recommended to me. This time it was a friend I've been emailing with back and forth about East Asian pop music. He's a big fan of City Pop, a genre that came out of Japan in the 80s, and he sent me a list of some recent kpop songs that are influenced by/reminiscent of City Pop, including this one. I took to it right away, and it was a big hit with my daughter. 

Currently Watching

I Told Sunset About You - I’m just one episode in to this one and I can already tell it’s going to hit me where it hurts. I took a break due to family visits and related stuff but I’m fixing to dive back in. 

Moonlight Chicken - I got stalled out on this one just as it was getting good, thanks to some life stuff. I need to pick it back up!

Star Trek: Discovery - I’m a big Star Trek fan and recently rewatched everything from TNG through Voyager, but I hadn’t kept up with any of the newest series in years. I’m so glad I decided to start Discovery because it is shaping up to be one of my favorite Star Trek series. There are a lot of reasons for this. Really great LGBT+ representation is a factor. This is also is the first Star Trek series that has inspired more actor crushes in me than DS9. Michelle Yeoh in a corset! Tig Notaro as a cranky engineer! I’m dying over here. 

Minato's Laundromat season 2 - I was looking forward to this as soon as it was announced, but with the usual anxiety that comes with a second season of a BL. I wasn’t 100% sure about the direction of the season at first, but now it’s settling in with some really interesting themes. 

Reservation Dogs - I wasn’t entirely sure about this show when I first started watching during the first season. But not only did it grow on me, it has also been getting better and better. The latest episode, which focused in part on an abusive government-sponsored boarding school (of the sort designed to rob Indigenous kids of their culture), was one of the best of the series so far. 

Edited to add: I forgot about Kamen Rider Geats! My family has been catching up on it and we're almost caught up just in time for the finale. I'm liking it a lot more than I thought I would when I watched the first few episodes, but not as much as my partner (who said he thinks it's one of his favorite Kamen Rider series he's seen). I'm really impressed with the cast, though. I'd especially like to see the actors who play Keiwa and Buffa in more things in the future.

Currently Reading

I’ve been listening to the audiobook version of The Method: How the Twentieth Century Learned to Act by Isaac Butler for a while now, but I’m having an annoying situation where it keeps getting returned to the library even though I’ve renewed it. I could just start another book, but I don’t want to! This one is really interesting. 

The vast majority of people spend a significant amount of their time watching (non-documentary) movies and TV series, which involves watching actors engage in this specific art form. And we have opinions about what constitutes good or bad acting. Yet most of us know so little about how acting is done, what kinds of theories underpin acting practice, how actors prepare for roles and scenes. I wanted to not only find out more about that, but also dig a little deeper into the differences between approaches and how they’ve branched off and clashed and so forth. 

So far I’ve gotten a lot of good background and plenty to think about, even though I’m just getting to the point where the Method/System/whateveryoucallit is starting to take on in the US. I’m guessing it’s going to get even more relevant from there.

Current Obsession

I’m always obsessing about lots of things so I’m probably never going to be able to identify just one. Some currents ones are:

waiting for Utsukushii Kare: Eternal to be available with English subtitles somewhere, somehow

foraging blackberries, making jelly out of them, and baking biscuits to go with the jelly

waiting for it to be fall already because I hate sweating and I love wearing layers

finding my Animal Crossing character some decent glasses

thinking about possible BL/Jane Austen parallels for tumblr posts

finishing a post about psychological aspects of Utsukushii Kare that I’ve been writing off and on for months and that has gotten so long it will probably have to be split up into 3-4 posts

Serge Lutens Jeux de Peau perfume (my beloved)

I didn't tag anyone. It makes me anxious and I think pretty much everyone I know on here has been tagged! Except @porridgefeast, who's welcome to do it if she feels like it but (of course) no pressure.

#9 people meme thing #uncharacteristic self disclosure #not that I mind self-disclosure but it doesn't come up that often with the stuff I do here #angel olsen #brave girls #bb girls #isaac butler #The Method: How the Twentieth Century Learned to Act #blackberries #biscuits #serge lutens #jeux de peau #go utsukushii kare fansubbers go I believe in you #itsay #moonlight chicken #star trek discovery #reservation dogs #minato's laundromat 2 #minato shouji coin laundry 2

[edwardpinestar]

whats your writing process like?

Hi! Sorry for taking a bit to get to your ask, I've been taking my time to make the most comprehensive answer I can, and that takes a bit of thinking on my end to figure out what my process really even is.

My process can be divided into 6 (and a half) steps, which greatly blend and blur together, but that'll I'll separate out for an easier time telling you.

I will be using the 'A Guide To Becoming A God's Consort' AU (Also known as Cult of the Cat AU) and all its works as examples throughout this list.

Step 1 - Base Idea

The base idea is where it all begins. It's the gimmick of the story. What is the main focus of the story? What is this about? For CotC, that was it being a Cult of the Lamb adaption, with the Puss x Death ship. Strip away everything, and that's what this story is.

Step 2 - Rough Plot Ideas

Once I have the base idea, I start figuring out more. What ships will there be? How do I want this to feel? Do I want it to end happy, or sad? What are some of the things I want to happen? This isn't anywhere near complete, and is rather just a general idea about what I'll want. CotC actually started a bit unusually to most of my AUs. Rather than start writing with any proper ideas, I started with 'What To Do If Your God Propositions You (A Guide)', and that did not have a whole lot of thought put in it besides 'tentacle smuttiness and CotL crossover'. The planning of the plot of 'What to do when you fall in love with your god (A Guide)' came later, when I made the decision to take this beyond a smutty oneshot.

Step 3 - Peer Review

And then, I send the ideas over on Discord to some friends. This is only a recent thing for me, though putting this much time and thought into planning works is also quite new too. I used to wing it a lot, but I don't like doing that now. So, I send the ideas on over, and get criticism, as well as more ideas to add to it and further flesh out. We bounce ideas off of each other, building the ideas into more well rounded points, and fill in gaps. We also roleplay scenes, which I will later along the line adapt into the work.

Step 3 1/2 - Stew Time!

This one both is an isn't a joke, haha. More often than not, when an idea reaches the peer review point, and we've discussed it for a day or so, depending on how captivating it is, the idea then goes on the shelf. Or, it will go on the shelf during or right after Step 4. I have 8 work-in-progresses posted. I have 49 single, multichapter works, six series', and 26 oneshots in various draft states, but all in documents. All for Puss in Boots alone. I have more ideas that have gone through the first three steps that are just sitting in Discord, not put in documents. As much as I wish I could, I just can't write all the ideas I get, and it's only the ones that truly catch my attention that make it to Step 4 and beyond.

Step 4 - Transferring

Once I'm happy with an idea, and I transfer it over to a Google Document. I do this by copy-pasting all relevant Discord messages into an empty document. Then, I go through and tidy everything up to make it comprehensive, putting points together if they need to be, rewriting things to not be addressing other people, cutting out anything I decided against using, ect. I add to it as I see fit, further fleshing things out. Once its all ready and tidied, it either gets shelfed, or it goes onto the next stage.

Step 5 - Writing

This is the hardest step for me to explain. I just pull up a new document, and get to it. I try and keep my chapters around 3k words now, while my oneshots vary, some being 10k+, and others being split to have multiple chapters depending on how I feel about splitting. I will also, more often than not, listen to music, sometimes instrumentals, sometimes with lyrics depending on if I want the music to match the mood of what I'm writing, or if I am able to focus on writing if I have lyrics. If I have roleplays I want to add to the work, then I copy-paste them over, and rewrite them to fluff them up and make all the responses blend together seamlessly. I write until I reach my minimum word goal and feel I am at a good stopping point. I don't write drafts. What I post is what I wrote the first go around. If I don't like something, I will amend what I don't like, but other than that I don't do drafts.

Step 6 - Editing and Posting

These happen near simultaneously, so I'll just put these together. I do two rounds of reading and editing. I read it in the document, correcting any spelling, grammar and HTML tags. Then, I put it all into AO3, and go to see the work preview so I can check its all formatted correctly and see if I can pick out anymore mistakes. Once everything is ready, I post.

So that's my writing process! Titling and summary writing always varies as to when I do them. Sometimes they're the first things I come up with, other times its more around the middle, most of the time its the last. It depends on when the idea for a title comes to me, and when I can figure out a nice way to summaries the work.

Other authors, feel free to hop in and share your processes!

#asks #my asks #writing #writing meta #author #fanfiction #fanfiction meta #ao3 #writing process #pinestar's inane ramblings

[the-final-sif]

i turned to your writing advice when i first started out in fanfic (chapter 40-something of your 'headcanons, drabbles...') and it centered the importance of writing first and foremost for yourself - awesome advice. now, though, i'm drafting a gift fic for a friend and am trying to properly write these unfamiliar tropes and dynamics. do you have any advice on motivation and 'how' to make something appealing when it's not your favorite? or any motivation tips beyond 'i care about them'? tysm!

It kinda comes back to the same place, at least for me.

First and foremost, take those unfamiliar tropes and dynamics, and go do some reading! Find fics that capture those ideas and read them, but while you're reading, take some mental (or physical) notes.

Did the story work? How did those tropes play out in the story? What elements of them did you enjoy? What did you not enjoy? What would you do differently, provided you had the same set up and needed to play into the same tropes / dynamics?

Ideally, here you find a few fics including those tropes and dynamics that you enjoy. Read up on some meta if you find it helpful, talk to your friend and learn what they enjoy in those tropes / dynamics, talk to other fans to find out what they like. Look for things that catch your interest and that you want to explore further within those tropes.

Above all else, for me, it comes down to finding something to love within the ideas you want to write. Something that tickles your brain and makes you excited and interested, that you want to explore and flesh out. Hunt through the ideas, through the tropes, through the dynamics and find what incites emotions in you. Even if you find something that you strongly dislike, that's good too! Why do you dislike that part of it? Could you fix it? Could you make it worse? Could you explore your distaste in a written narrative to feel out where that distaste comes from?

Once you've found that point of interest, interrogate it! Wiggle it and spin it around and listen to music while thinking about it! Pull it apart like clay then push it back together until you're able to build up a story around that interest. Grab onto that interest and let it be the driving force behind your piece!

If you can't find anything interesting at all, then the hard truth it that it's probably best that you don't write it. Your lack of interest and motive will drain the piece. Don't try to force out a cookiecutter story just so you can say you did. Find a different trope / dynamic that your friend enjoys instead, and the both of you will be much happier for it. That's what it means to be writing for yourself first and foremost. Even if the story is for someone else, you always need to find that interest as your starting point, otherwise the story will end up a husk.

That being said, I've rarely encountered a topic that I couldn't find something interesting in so long as I was willing to dig. It can take a bit of reading, but more often than not, there will be a take or spin on something that grabs your attention. The trick is to hold onto that tightly once you find it. Stabbing it with a knife works if it's squirmy, but it's ill advised unless you're cool with cleaning up blood.

#writing advice #fanfiction #writeblr #creative writing #sif advises #sif speaks

[safyresky]

Fanfic Writer Emoji Ask: ALL the answers!

Got sent this ages ago, just found it again today and ah. Decided that I'm feeling especially unhinged and I will answer all of them, whether you like it or not (and whether it is asked or not). Sticking it under a read more so that I don't clog up dashes :)

😅 What’s a story or scene you’ve created that you’re a smidge embarrassed exists?

Somewhere on one of my old harddrives. There exists a snippet of the start of a smut scene between two of my characters from my sim city I turned into a story. It is only about. 300 words. but it makes me blush very much these days

There also exists, in an old notebook, a draft of Crystal Springs in which PYROS was Jack/Jacqueline's real Dad and no, I will not elaborate

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

Any sibling bonding. Makes me soft.

Same with the fucking uh, GIRLFRIENDS (Dite and Jacqueline). ANY time they are romantic I die.

And I wrote those bits

I am dying mySELF! Fuck!

🤡 What’s a line, scene, or exchange you’ve written that made you laugh?

So fucking many, but my all time favourite that nobody caught is the following:

"There's another thing," Curtis said. "The clause involves a sort of de-Santafication process. As we get closer to the date, Santa becomes less Santa and more, well, himself. Before the Santa thing happened. What do we do if Santa notices and finds out about the clause?"

"We send him to Utah," Bernard said. Curtis made an odd noise.

The joke here being that for WHATEVER reason in the Santa Clause 2, the marriage is valid anywhere EXCEPT for in the state of Utah. Why? Idk. But I thought this line was so funny and nobody seems to have picked up on it ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

😈 Has there been a point in a story where you did something just to be playfully mean to your readers?

any Elle mentions in Frostmas are written with the intent to cause physical damage, especially to Ana (sorry not sorry boo ;)

When Jacqueline breaks out of Pyros's control and tells Jack to kick his ass, and promptly goes into magic coma >:)

✍ Do you have a beta reader?

No, I do not. I read everything three times before I post; and then a couple days after I post to catch typos I may have skimmed over

Do I want a beta? Not particularly! I already update in long increments of time as is, could you imagine if I had to wait for fics to be beta'd as well? YIKES

🛒 What are some common things you incorporate in your fics? Themes, feels, scenes, imagery, etc.

Evil Uncles (idk why. My two uncles are not evil; one is weird in a bad way and the other is a jerk butt. But not evil.)

Families that communicate their issues; fuck miscommunication as a plotline, all my homies hate miscommunication as a plotline

Pathetic fallacy. I'm always a slut for pathetic fallacy >:)

Hurt/Comfort, Humour, healthy doses of angst

The most chaotic scenes you could ever imagine (perks to writing about magical beings!)

🎢 Which of your fics would you call your wildest ride?

FROSTMAS!

This fucking FIC I SWEAR

She has given me migranes. She is a game I play, in which I have to give the heroes a chance but also let them fail bc the real villain of Frostmas is ME

And like. We KNOW Frostmas happens for 12 years, ok, so like. BMan and Jacquie Beans cannot win! Not until Year 12 and even then, THEY DON'T DO THE WINNING

I have to stay three steps ahead of them at all times and it is EXHAUSTING, villains do NOT get paid enough/sppreciated enough, geezus

✨ Give you and your writing a compliment. Go on now. You know you deserve it. 😉

the dialogue is AMAZING

the humour fits in WELL

and man am I good at portraying siblings or WHAT

and why do tsc ocs i write fit so well into the universe, wtf is up with that

💋 First kiss fics. Love em or hate em?

They're nice :)

🎶 Do you listen to music while you write? What song have you been playing on loop lately?

I do indeed!

Panic at the Disoc was on loop for Fusion AU as a fun fact

Usually it's instrumentals tho

LATELY Weezer's been on loop, with their SZNZ collection!

Frostmas has it's own playlist, and usually it's angry loud stuff :)

🛠What tools/programs/apps do you use to write?

Word/OneNote. Nothing fancy. I have it for free from work so, y'know, it gets used :)

⛔ Do you have a fic you started, but scrapped?

SEVERAL SMILE SHOTS

They weren't so much as SCRAPPED as they were LOST TO THE VOID when my hard drive got dunked on by a stone floor in 2016

There were two I can recall off the top of my head:

1. When the Twins Met Jack: this one had a solid like. 1k to it. It was a smile shot about the day the Twins realized hey, there's this dude in old photos who looks very similar to us? Whomst tf is he? And rush to ask Jacqueline about it

2. A Trip to Gstaad: Jack takes Jacqueline to Gstaad for skiing/snowboarding. Nasty storm hits and they get stuck at the top with a handful of mortals. shenanigans ensue, mainly "do we magically poof off? stay with these guys? or magically help these guys? decisions, decisions. all of them mediocre. I think the Twins popped over at one point to help keep the humans warm. It was a wild ride

One that I completed then SCRAPPED was Jacqueline and Elle seeing Frozen. They go a lil crazy with the references, and it was funny to indulge in ages ago but when I went back and read it I was like wow! that's cringe, Dani! So it's being reworked to be less cringe. Instead of going full fandom, Elline decides to approach frozen with SCIENCE which, of course, gets everyone very interested.

It's very, CAN WE MAKE CLOTHES WITH JUST SNOW, AND NO BASE? HOW MUCH EFFORT IS A GIANT ICE PALACE? That sort of thing, lol

🙋‍♀️ Do any irl people know you write fanfic?

A handful, yes! My fiance, my best friend, my Mom, and my sister, too. I've opened up to a few other friends about writing fanfic but got poked fun at and it made me less inclined to share with IRL folks, so I don't do that as much 🙃. It took me a LOT to open up to my newer friends and they're so sweetly supportive lmao, I love it

🍦 What’s the sweetest fic you’ve created so far?

Probably the snippet where Dite Comes Out as Ace, or Diteline First Kiss, or an amalgamation of snippets from Crystal Springs's B Arc, which is Jack being home and making amends. OH there's also a Blinter fic that follows their meeting and courtship and shit. It's cute. And unfinished. And has been so for like. 5 years?

🍷 Do you drink and write?

Not frequently, no! Maybe done it once or twice.

🍆 Do you write the spicy stuffs? If so, what’s your most popular nsfw fic?

Ha, no.

🌞 Do you have a preferred time of day to write?

Yeah, during work hours. VERY inconvenient. Either then or well past midnight. Also inconvenient 🙃🙃

💖 What made you start writing?

This is a good question! I don't have an answer! I've made stories in my head as long as I can remember. My very first story was about a hippy who lost his magic button and had to find it. The hippy looked very much like Shaggy Scooby-Doo, lmao.

Once my cousin showed me ff.net, all hell broke loose. I made so many lil OCs for me to experience fun stories in various universes! I was too afraid to post and started with original content (not fantasy, think like. Debbie Macomber Cedar Valley or w/e it was called books) and that was a GOOD experience, but for WHATEVER REASON, it was the freaking Santa clause movies that really had me writing nonstop and posting. I've yet to know why, but I know that these blorbos are now mine and I love them very dearly lol

💌 How do you feel about comments and feedback?

Love love LOVE them! All comments! I love paragraph long comments talking about fave parts or waxing poetic about different little allusions or similarities or symbols and shit I sneak in >:)

I've received ConCrit before and it was okay, but a lot of their criticism was because of like. Names for characters and such and why they were similar to place names and such, and things like. Like for example, someone being like "Why is Blaise still leading Crystal Springs? He abolished the monarchy? but is still leader?" And sometimes it's like, thanks for the crit, but like. Suspend ur disbelief/google Mayor Hazel McCallion lol. If I ever receive proper ConCrit I'll see how I feel about it then! I know it's supposed to be constructive, but the only ones I have seen forget the constructive bit and are just criticisms. Wild.

❌ What’s a trope you will never write?

ANYTHING to do with miscommunication. FUCK miscommunication, all my hommies hate miscommunication 😠😠

💲 Would you ever open commissions?

Ugh, that's a toughie. On the one hand, maybe! I'm decent enough a writer for decent fics and such. but on the other hand, I feel as though writing commissions are hard and I worry too much about getting other characters in character, you know? so probably no

🧐 Do you spend much time researching for your stories?

Not really, but when I do it's always something weird like, filing systems in the 1700s or weather patterns in Australia in the 2000s. that sorta shit.

🏆 What’s your most popular fic?

So if we base it on reviews, Crystal Springs definitely. But if we base it on QUALITY of reviews and readers, it's Frostmas. Frostmas has a lot of readers who don't read CS, so it's a bit more popular! I've also done some Danny Phantom one shots and those get a good amount of notes on tumblr :)

🎃 Do you write fics for certain holidays? Which is your favorite holiday inspired fic?

The only fic I write is for holidays, baybee. And it's Frostmas I think lol.

🎯 Have any of your readers accurately guessed major plot points? Care to share which?

YES! One of them guessed like, in Year 6 that Jacqueline was gonna do the big freeze! That was excellent! Here's the moment in question:

ON THE MONEY!

🎨 How do you feel about fan art of your stories?

I've only started getting fanart this year (that is, in big quantities) and I fucking LOVE it. It's been such an ego boost and helped em make new friends and feel really loved and appreciated! 💕💕💕

📈 How many fics do you have?

like 7 or 8 published on ff.net. But one is a collection of onehsots. So like, maybe more??? Also ItS exists but isn't posted and isn't written past Chapter 1 lol, though it is planned through to chapter 7 or 8 rn I believe. So maybe 9????

🦅 Do you outline fics or fly by the seat of your pants?

Bit of both! I list scenes I wanna include, or the general idea I want to explore, and go from there! Lots of point form notes that are almost writing. For example:

I am a srs writer, i swear (she claims after reading Blaise say "wtf is up son")

👀 Tell me about an up and coming wip please!

Okay, so! We have the sequel to the Santa Dump, AND the proper sequel to the Clifton Manor incident: the highly anticipated Clifton SOCIETY Incident. you can look forward to lots of funky things, including:

Charlie/Jacqueline friendship and being badass mother fuckers!

GOD TIER Jack sass

Santa being sweet to kids

Jack and Jacqueline kicking ass and taking names

The sane Cliftons thinking Jack and Santa are married, courtesy of Jacqueline and Charlie flubbing their cover story lmao

BUT I ALSO HAVE A REWRITE OF THE CALL COMING UP! Along with the part 2 to the original. But with updated lore and ideas and some fun Mother Nature moments and BABY SEASON SISTERS? HELLO?

🤗 What advice would you give to new fanfic writers that are just getting started?

Write for yourself, first and foremost

Mary Sues are FUN. Go crazy!

Double and triple check for grammar/typos :) They sneak by sometimes, and I know it's TEDIOUS but you'll thank yourself in the long run (war flashbacks to snow BOARDER)

PARAGRAPH BREAKS ARE YOUR FRIEND! NEW PARAGRAPH EVERY TIME SOMEONE NEW SPEAKS!

Said is NOT dead. Said is invisible, that's the real secret :)

💞 Who’s your comfort character?

I don't have an answer for this one, lmao. I don't quite have comfort characters like most people seem to have them? I have comfort movies! Comfort VIBES! but no characters :) All of my babies give me comfort tbh!

🧠 Pick a character, and I’ll tell you my favorite headcanon for them.

This one's more of an ask box shenanigan so instead I'm just gonna casually put the Crystal Springs FACTS tag right here 👀👀

🤩 Who is your favorite character to write?

Blaise and the Twins! Though I am LIVING for the vibes Jack and Winter are giving in Chapter 18 >:). See:

🤲 Would you please share a snippet of a wip?

Another one? Well alright, if you insist 😏😏. Have some fucking uh,,,, Clifton Society Incident?? 😏😏

😬 Which of your fics would you be most horrified for friends, family, or coworkers to stumble upon?

Probably The Clifton Society Incident. I mean, they're straight up myth hunters. The Head Dude wants to torture Santa and Jack. That's all shades of ah, fucked up lmao. You all saw what I did to him in the Santa Dump. It only gets worse >:)

🎉 What leads you to consider a fic a success?

Long ass reviews and a feeling of happiness with my me, unrelated to the reviews! If I post it and I like it and reading it makes ME happy, then the fic is a success :)

✅ What’s something that appears in your fics over and over and over again, even if you don’t mean to?

Evil Uncles? Idk why? Communication, but I know why THAT is. Bad puns, and sass between siblings, and also, a lot of witty snapbacks. Which I can't do on the spot IRL so I guess they have to go somewhere :)

📚 Would you ever want to turn writing into a career?

ABSOLUTELY! I'd love to separate Crystal Springs from it's very itty bitty fandom ties (at this point. this world is so developed y'all I'm. WHEW) and write it. I;ve got like 6?? Crystal Springs stories/spinoffs planned??

⌛ How long does it take you to write a fic, or a chapter?

A week at my most productive, 3 months to a year at worst. A year or two for Frostmas. That thing is a monstrosity.

🤯 What’s a genre you struggle with as a writer (ex. romance, action, etc.)?

Definitely mystery and like. Drama/suspense! I don't vibe with those and they don't vibe with me.

💔 Is there a fic of yours that broke your heart?

The Smile Shot "They Said it Couldn't be Done". That fucked me UP. ANYTHING with smol Jacqueline pre-Day of Darkness gets me heartbroken, but this one ESPECIALLY hits bc it's Jack's POV and hits home how bad curses do be ):

💥 How do you feel about criticism?

Can't live with it, can't live without it ¯\_(ツ)_/¯. And the gentler it is, the more it sticks! Being rude/cruel/dehumanizing in your crit makes the reciever less likely to take it and improve! If you're kind and gentle and remember the positives to mention, it'll stick more :)

🤭 Do you have a favorite tag to use when posting your works?

Dani writes! That's where ALL the writing is!

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

YES YES YES AND YES! PLEASE INTERACT I LOVE IT I LIVE FOR IT! IT'S FUN! :D

#dani speaks #about me #ask box shenanigans #but like. unsolicited lmao #long post #dani wips #bc there's some lil wips hanging out in this thing

[cryptidfuckery]

Do you plan/write a story in chronological order or just put it down as it comes to you? Trying to figure out how far afield the latter puts me, even if there’s not a “right” way to do it.

hi heres some completely unrequested writing tips sorry for the long post :) i misread the ask before i started writing so. yeah. in short i don't write chronologically, except when I'm writing the beginning?

the first scene i wrote for this is literally the rising climax of the story. i had no idea what I wanted to do with it from there but it just kept evolving until now I'm writing a whole year spanned over 20 chapter fic.

When I started this one (mind you i havent written in like 7 years) I just wrote what came to me, what ideas made me excited. Basically whatever was bringing me joy to write, whatever was fun to expand it into. Purely self indulgent for myself to reread over and over and over, no real plan to post it.

Then I got the brainworm about it and couldn't stop thinking about it and I knocked out over 20k in a month which was. Also due to me being massively depressed and distracting myself.

But in this time I got a sketch book and started planning out a bigger story, something to compliment the original idea and inspiration while also giving a satisfying story between the characters (also figuring out overarching plot, drew out a plot mountain at one point to see where I was lacking, jotting down ideas just to get them down so I could let them simmer in the back of my mind, jotting down phrases or ideas for dialouge, etc) basically just. playing in the space and seeing what ended up feeling most satisfying as a whole story

WOOF OKAY THERES MORE im so sorry you caught me at 1am and im high

Once I got the overall idea of what I wanted to do, I started mapping out chapters, but mostly getting a rough idea of where i wanted things to go in the story. I am being VERY diligent to remember that this is all mutable and nothing is set in stone and its MORE FUN that way

At this point I'm still just writing whats enjoyable and coming to me naturally. Once I started solidifying more of the plot and ideas I started working on some of the parts that just needed to be done re: the very beginning. And i fucking hate the very very beginning right now i cant wait to rewrite it but i am NOT LETTING MYSELF DO THAT.

DO NOT GO BACK AND EDIT SIGNIFIGANTLY. If you catch yourself rereading it and adjusting a few things, fine. But if you find any major inconsistencies either make a mental note or leave a comment or something and then just leave it. It'll be there to fix later. It doesn't matter. Leave a fuckin [insert name of kitchen utensil here] if you don't remember. Who cares. It's your first draft.

OKAY now onto how I've been writing the scenes that don't come as naturally to me

I let the scene simmer for a while in my brain. I entertain different ideas and approaches and jot down anything that feels right. Usually for me I'll get a clear line of dialogue or interaction that feels like a good creative starting point

2. I listen to music when I write bc I have adhd, but im curious to know if this would work for other people too! I have a playlist I curated for the fic that I have listened to. A lot. A lot. Like a Lot. Like most mornings on my way to work. this 1) helps me play in my head with the blorbos and 2) gives me a good emotional basis to bounce ideas off of if I'm stumped on a scene.

I literally just gave my friend @docninj this advice. Pick a song that represents the emotion you're trying to convey in the scene youre trying to write. Could be overall emotion, emotion of the narrator, main character's emotions, whatever. Then play that song on repeat until you don't really hear it anymore. Then try writing. I'll also switch songs if the mood of the scene changes. For me it helps me bounce the emotions I'm trying to write off of something that represents it? god dude idk.

god that was a lot idk why i wrote all of it but hey if it helps someone what the hell.

#ack #but i absolutely have unfinished chapters just floating #like i wrote some of the heist chapter but i didnt know how i wanted the actual heist to go so thats sitting unfinished until the heist is #done simmering in my brain #:) #im currently trying to write the beginning though to have some kind of basis to look back on

[unitivemossagain]

Virga Draft 1

Last weekend I went back to my old college town. There was a concert going on, two artists I vaguely knew and halfway listened to, but I was excited nonetheless. I graduated a year early and my roommate's boyfriend was a senior, so it wasn't like I didn't go up there often.

It always feels weird, going up there again. I still know things, can drive around without a map. The dining hall workers still know my name. But things are different, too. The intersection down the hill has new pavement and planters. One upperclassmen dorm has been replaced with a grassy, fenced-off field. My best friend lives in my old bedroom.

But I have a good time. My best friend is my best friend, after all, and it is always so refreshing to see her. I have lots of friends who I miss dearly who still go there, and it is equally wonderful to see them too. I always feel so nostalgic, bittersweet going up there.

I miss it but I don't. I live in a city now, if you could even call it that. Pittsburgh, the steel city, the fastest growing tech center in the nation. Not that it really mattered to me, I was an aspiring biologist, but the concrete jungle lacked a certain charm that my college town had in spades. Everything I complained about while living there, the hills, the classes and people, the unfairness of it all, it wasn't so bad in hindsight. I missed it.

So going back, it always brings up this mess of emotions. I'm anxious and nervous one second, feeling like a cock in the henhouse the next. I am unstoppable, limitless, and one mistake away from completely failure. I have no idea what I am doing with my life.

So on Sunday afternoon at about 3:00pm, I was feeling rather dismal. The prospect of going home was exhausting, especially given that the pot at the end of the rainbow looked like a brick-and-linoleum-floor-bedroom-with-no-windows-and-no-friends-and-probably-some-bugs. And I was coming down from being stupidly high, which infected me with a sinister energy. To make matters worse, the route home was littered with severe thunderstorm warnings, and I was driving alone.

Coaxing bell boy duties and setting my destination to "Loneliest Up and Coming Tech City on the Map," I began to make my trip home in silence. It is rather peculiar for me to not listen to music, but the thought of the sound filling the car and settling in my ear drums was too much in my melancholic state. I thought of calling someone to help the time pass, but the idea of speaking at all felt similar.

So I drove in complete silence, eyes locked on the road and fighting through that post-high haze. I could feel the storms building in the air, and kept a close eye on the dark skies around me. The clouds were towering, looming, and every moment it didn't start raining felt like the one right before it did.

I thought about a lot of things while I was driving, but I mostly thought about that storm. I kept waiting and waiting for the rain to fall, for the downpour to start pouring down, but the closest I got was a brief shower about halfway through. The world seemed to hold its breath as my 2014 Chevy Sonic sped down 79.

It was like driving on a tightrope. To my left were these massive, hulking monsters in the sky, bent arms and legs of clouds clawing their way from the eye to reach the cloud shore. They were rough and tumbled, everything knotting together and pulling on itself, winding tighter and tighter and tighter. The air felt like it could be cut it you could catch it, charged and anticipating. I felt it over me in an ancient sense, the way I imagine the men on the frontlines of the armies of old felt as their enemies charged towards them.

To my right though, the sky was brilliant. It was hazy, the air holding its water in a thin sheet that covered the earth. The setting sun shone brilliantly through it, its frosty rays feeling as though they beckoned you towards them. They stretched out to the storm behind me, pulled it in and invited it closer. In some more fun, dramatic universe I imagined myself veering off the road and straight into the light, off to find whatever they where the storm was heading.

It was so strange, that drive. Being on either side of the storm, being right in the center of two true, opposing things, I felt myself split clean down the middle. I could feel which side of me was on the storm side, which side roiled and wrapped itself inside out. I could feel which side shone and reached out into nothing, could feel that hopefulness and wonder and a desire to hold on to something that was only holding on to itself.

I thought again about the old days, about days before cars and steel and cities and the weather channel. I thought about two people, my sister and I, feeling the heaviness in the air and the static in our mouths when we laughed and knowing there's a storm coming. I thought about sitting out, feeling it get closer, knowing something bigger than yourself. I thought about siting outside until just after you feel that first drop, and I thought of the mad dash we would make home, trying only a little to outrun the rain.

I don't know what it was about that drive. Maybe there was something in the air, maybe it was some sort of after high, or maybe I am a girl in her 20s searching for meaning anywhere. But I felt so lucky in that moment, like me and everyone on highway 79 were being shone something important. I spent that entire drive thinking about what it would be like to live in those clouds, both sides, to live in towering spires of storm gray clouds that thundered around you. To lounge around on ash white dew drops that held perfectly in a ray of sunshine, fade through the air like pollen on the breeze.

It mostly made me feel important. Something about being in your 20s is so jarring. Once you graduate college, your life is just like being woken up and told you're late for school, everyone is there and knows that you aren't. Everything is a game of catch-up, everyone knows more than you, and even when they don't they will make you think they do. But driving down the edge of that storm, seeing something so entirely separate from myself and yet so tied up in everything I am, I felt like I did have a place, and it was right there in the middle.

#virga #sublime

[ear-worthy]

Yeah, I F*cked That Up with A Tony Winner; The King's Reign About LeBron Debuts

The latest F* Up on Yeah, I F*cked That Up Interval Presents, Warner Music Group’s (WMG) in-house podcast network, has a new series, Yeah, I F*cked That Up, which challenges the stigma of failure as the podcast highlights stories of defeat from prominent figures in the entertainment industry. The interview series premiered July 11 with featured guests Kelly Rowland and Steven Van Zandt. I listened to these first two episodes and with no need for a spoiler alert, I can tell you that both episodes are so fresh and elegant in their narrative about "what I've would have different." The maestro here is the podcast's host is Grammy-nominated hitmaker Billy Mann, who has produced and written songs for some of the world’s most well-known musicians over the course of his 25+ year career. Mann dazzles as he carefully guides his guests through their journey of self-reflection. When you're a podcast host, and you're interviewing a guest about how they became a billionaire, you just ask a few perfunctory questions and enjoy the ride. When you're talking to a guest about mistakes, screw-ups, or decisions they'd take back, the journey can get bumpy. Thankfully, Mann is a pilot who navigates the show even in the most intense storms.

This week’s episode of Interval Presents’ new celebrity interview series, "Yeah, I F*cked That Up," features special guest Renée Elise Goldsberry. Renée Elise Goldsberry may never be satisfied. Yes, she won a Tony and Grammy for her role as Angelica Schuyler in one of the most celebrated Broadway shows ever, Hamilton, but the path there was paved with “no’s.” Host Billy Mann talks with Renée about the failures she’s faced head on, and the enormous weight of trying to build a career and family at the same time.

On Renee's pivotal choice: Broadway's Paper Moon or Jesus Christ Superstar National Tour, “I was graduating with two possibilities, two jobs, and I was freaking out. And I was so upset because I had two choices of what to do, and I didn't know what to do, and I thought I was going to let somebody down and myself.”During the episode, Renee shared how she was reluctant to audition for Hamilton. “First of all, I didn't think they'd cast me anyway. Thought I was too old, you know…I thought I'm going to be happily be sitting in the audience with my baby.”

Tune in HERE to catch the Tony Award-winning Hamilton star discuss her time on Broadway and the weight of trying to build a career while balancing personal relationships. New episodes of Yeah, I F*cked That Up air every Tuesday.

The Life Of LeBron On A King's Reign Debuts

  American sports fans are obsessed with GOATS. Not the animal, although they are "baaad," but the "greatest of all-time" discussions. Here's a new podcast that goes full-on GOAT, and takes the added step of looking at the athlete's life before celebrity. A King’s Reign,” a new podcast series from The Athletic, takes a look back at LeBron James’s unprecedented career.

In this groundbreaking narrative podcast series, a team of all-star sports journalists come together to highlight the important stories from LeBron’s legendary 20-season run as the face of the NBA with insights from the people who grew up with, lockered next to, campaigned with, toasted victory and cried in defeat with arguably the greatest basketball player of all time.

Episodes feature original reporting from The Athletic’s deep bench of experts, including David Aldridge, Sam Amick, Marcus Thompson II, Joe Vardon, Jason Lloyd, Zach Harper, the “No Dunks” podcast crew, and more.

In the introductory episode, senior NBA writer Joe Vardon details LeBron’s humble upbringing in Akron and his never-before-seen stardom in high school, up through the hopes of a franchise pinned on the mere possibility of being able to draft him out of its own backyard.

From now through July 28, the 12-episode series will dive into LeBron’s high school prospect days to his unique rivalry with Steph Curry, his cultural impact as a “meme generator,” and more.

Listeners can find A King’s Reign on The Athletic NBA Show feed.

#podcast #podcasting #sports #basketball #mistakes

[tchallasbabymama]

7, 10, 13

7. Post a snippet from a WIP.

Here's a little sumn sumn from the first draft of Troubled Waters chapter 19:

N’Jadaka sighed impatiently as he leaned against a column in the bowels of the Necropolis. His arms were crossed over his chest, and his foot wouldn’t stop tapping as if it had a mind of its own. He wasn’t sure how much time passed before he got tired of standing, and let his body slide to the floor as he stared at a torch across the room. 

“I’m getting too old for this,” he grumbled under his breath and closed his eyes, leaning his head back against the cool marble column as he tried to ignore the way his shoulder ached from fighting Chiku. The bouda had gotten some good licks in, but N’Jadaka was faster, even without the heart-shaped herb in his system. However, his body still ached. Years of being rough on it had begun to catch up on him, and he started seriously contemplating changing his ways when he unintentionally drifted off to dreamland.

“N’Jadaka,” called a voice that he hadn’t heard in years… decades, even. It had been so long, that he forgot what she sounded like. In his dream, he felt an intense wave of sadness wash over him. How could he forget his mother’s voice?

“N’Jadaka,” she called again, and he felt a hand shake his shoulder. 

His eyes fluttered open, and he blinked them into focus. That same torch nearly blinded him so that all he could see was her silhouette, but he knew it was her.

“Mom?”

“Wh- no… it’s me.”

Nia’s voice was clear, but he had been sure he’d heard his mother….

“Are you ok?”

“Yeah,” N’Jadaka said through a yawn, “Just been a long day.”

His eyes finally rested on Nia, and he could see a mischievous glint in her eyes.

“What’s up?”

“Someone wants to see you.”

N’Jadaka’s face twisted like he had tasted a sour lemon without warning.

“Who?”

Nia stood from her crouched position, and N’Jadaka finally looked past her to the two figures that hovered just a few feet away.

“My son…”

10. Do you work on multiple WIPs or stick to one fic at a time?

I used to be able to multitask and write multiple at a time, but Troubed Waters sort of became all I could write for the last several months. I'm gonna take a fic writing break after I post chapter 20 because I'm feeling a little burnt out. Who knows what I'll be like when I come back!

13. Do you listen to music while you write?  If yes, what have you been listening to recently?

I either need silence to focus or I zone out to music. When writing TW, I listen to the playlist I made for the series or specific songs. Right now, I'm also working on an original short story, and this song has been my vibe when writing that one:

#slide up in my ask box #ask game #ask cece #anon

[anotherwritersblog]

Title: So It's You

Chapter {1} - Body Like a Back Road

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Word Count: 1.2K-ish

Author's Note: This is supposed to be a multi-part series. It's been sitting in my Wattpad drafts since mid-September. Figured I'd pull it out and spruce it up a bit and actually post it somewhere. It was inspired by those TikToks of soulmates being connected by music I loved that idea and wish it were real 😂 Mine would be like wtf are they listening to? I originally had this swapping POVs per part, but we’ll see how things go 🤷🏻‍♀️ Any mistakes are my own.

Warning: this one's really just fluff, Reader enjoying time with her boys even if it's earlier than she'd like, Bucky being a flirt

Any and all reblogs/likes/comments are appreciated.

In no way, shape, or form, do you have permission to post this anywhere.

____________________

One of the craziest things about our universe, as I’m sure there are thousands, if not millions of others out there, is that we have an idea who our soulmate is.

Well. Sort of.

When we turn eighteen, we are automatically linked to our soulmate by the way of music. It’s not what they sing aloud, but what they sing in their mind. Many high school sweethearts were lucky enough to find out right away. For some, it took them a few years before they crossed paths whether it was college, work, or even something as simple as a coffee shop. But me? It’s been ten years and nothing.

By nothing, I mean I haven’t met them yet. Since I turned eighteen, I’ve heard their songs. They’ve been interesting choices to say the least, and I’ve definitely added a few to my favorites because of them. But no matter what, I can’t seem to find this person.

🎶 Got a girl from the Southside Got braids in her hair First time I seen her walk by Man I 'bout fell up out my chair Had to get her number It took me like six weeks Now me and her go way back Like Cadillac seats 🎶

It was your average, early morning Saturday run, except this time I was pulled into it by a few friends. Steve had the bright idea to get up before the sunrise, while Sam at least had the better idea of stopping by our favorite diner afterwards. Of course, Bucky had to throw in a little bet. The person who couldn’t keep up for the hour we would run, would have the pleasure of paying for breakfast

I think he was hoping Sam would fall out first.

I was jogging with Sam as Steve and Bucky were continuously passing us, lap after lap. "On your left!" Steve would yell, as Bucky accompanied him with "On your right!" It was cute the first nine times, but Sam glanced at me with annoyance each time after that.

"So, Y/N. What's your soulmate singing, today?" Sam questioned, as we rounded the corner. "You've been humming a song and I can't quite put my finger on it."

"Body like a back road," I replied.

"Ah. So, they must be nearby," he grinned, looking down at the concrete.

"Shut up. They are not!" I countered, hitting his arm.

"I'm just saying. They’ve gotta enjoy the way your body is looking this morning. Your leggings and tank top are hugging everything quite nicely," he laughed. I’m pretty sure I rolled my eyes so far back, that they would’ve gotten stuck if I hadn’t taken notice of the boys passing us again. Fortunately, Sam left me to my thoughts and tried to catch up to them.

🎶 The way she fit in them blue jeans She don't need no belt But I can turn 'em inside out I don't need no help Got hips like honey So thick and so sweet Ain't no curves like hers On them downtown streets 🎶

I stepped off to the grass and leaned against the tree to catch my breath. I glanced down at my watch and saw that I had already ran five miles in the last hour. I glanced back up to see the boys complete one more lap. The super soldiers let Sam know that they were passing him one last time. You could see the frustration in his face as they fist bumped after passing the slower of the three. Once hitting the last corner, they waited on Sam to catch up and they started walking towards me.

A smile crept onto my face as they were walking. I absolutely adored these three, as they were some of my best friends. The question What would I do without them? always popped into my mind when we hung out together, as I knew my life would not be nearly as entertaining. As I watched the three make their way over, Sam's comment from earlier made its way back into my mind.

So, they must be nearby.

The thought that one of them could be my soulmate crossed my mind for a split second but was just as quickly dismissed. Sam has always filled in that older-brother-I've-never-had figure, Steve stepped in as my new-mentor-turned-best-friend when I was welcomed into the Avengers, and Bucky. Well. Bucky took some warming up to, but he too became a best friend, just not in the same way as Steve. With Bucky, we can be crude and crack jokes around each other that Steve might not enjoy as much. We can engage in harmless flirting with each other and it not mean a thing at the end of the day. He became more open to me about his nightmares (albeit I have to pull it out of him sometimes) and I became more open about my mental health (which he has to pull out of me every once in a while so that I’m not bottling all my thoughts and feelings up).

These three will always have a special place in my heart, because I love them more than life itself sometimes. I'd do anything for them. But the possibility that any of the three are my soulmate?

As if.

🎶 We're out here in the boondocks With the breeze and the birds Tangled up in the tall grass With my lips on hers On a highway to heaven Headed south of her smile Get there when we get there Every inch is a mile 🎶

"Couldn't hang today, Y/N?" Steve asked as the boys came within earshot. A smirk made its way to Bucky's face, as Sam wiped the sweat from his. "You know what that means!"

"Yes. Breakfast is on me, but only AFTER everyone showers! I am NOT taking anyone anywhere with you lot smelling the way you do!" I laughed, pointing to the three men in front of me.

We start walking back to the compound when Bucky puts his right arm around me. "So, we gonna save time and water, and shower together, doll?" he whispered into my ear, as the other two walked ahead of us.

"Nice try, Sergeant. But that's not gonna happen. Not today," I shook my head, grabbing his hand with mine and squeezing it before pushing it away.

"So, another time then?" he teased. I felt his hand run down the small of my back and rub it gently before taking it away. I tuned back into Steve and Sam's conversation about what they were ordering for breakfast at the diner. It was a fairly peaceful walk back...until the four of us got into the debate about pancakes versus waffles.

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