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thedarlingdearestdead · 7 months

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Injured Soldier:

Summary: You were injured in battle, stuck in the hospital wing for days. About to get up and escape from your bed you are interrupted by the infamous General Skywalker. He is amused by your attempt and offers you a whole new kind of escape...

Warnings: MATURE, pretty shameless smut, R18, talk of violence.

Word count: 2,430

The medical bay had been your home for days following the attack on Bandomeer. You didn't remember the flight back from the battlefield, only the smoke and the rain, and the fiery agony when the shrapnel hit your abdomen. You were lucky to be here though, even if the sterile white lights kept your head in a constant ache, at least you were being medicated.

You signed against your pillows, positively vibrating with energy and impatience. Surely your ribs had healed enough by now so that you could take a walk. The chamber was empty, Master Che had left about an hour ago, deployed to some other place where her talents were needed. You make the decision that she would be a while, and as such you could probably try to escape.

Slowly, you edged up into a sitting position. Your head rushed slightly and your middle ached sharply, causing your hand to move and press against it. You let out a breath. It was not so bad...

Next was your legs, which you manoeuvred slowly off the bed one by one, swinging them around you stood up. Easy. Your balance was slightly weak so you gripped the side of your cot, looking around for some clothes.

You had put on your old trousers, standing in your bra as you wrapped your wounds up with some gauze to keep them padded and covered, when the doors to the wing swung open.

Like a deer caught in headlights you turned to see the one, and only, General Skywalker. You did not know him well, being a couple years younger, but you knew him well enough as the rouge war hero.

He raised an eyebrow at your guilty look, you movements to secure your bandages stopped.

"Going somewhere, soldier?" General Skywalker asked with a hint of amusement in his voice.

You bowed your head in respect, feeling a little embarrassed for being caught. "I was just going to take a walk, sir," you replied, trying to keep your voice steady despite your nerves. You felt exposed in your bra and trousers, the gauze sticking out like a sore thumb. You instinctively crossed your arms in front of your chest, feeling a flush creep up your neck.

General Skywalker nodded, his piercing blue eyes scanning over your bandages. "I see. And has Master Che cleared you yet?"

Your heart skipped a beat at the mention of Master Che. You knew you were in trouble. You shook your head, feeling a pang of guilt for disobeying orders. "No, sir. I just needed to stretch my legs and get some fresh air. I'll be back soon." You assured him.

General Skywalker's gaze softened with amusement as he stepped closer. "Those look like some nasty wounds."

"I was on Bandomeer, sir."

His eyes drop to the floor. He had heard about the losses during that battle. "I commend you. It's L/N isn't it? Y/N?"

"Yes sir." You say, surprised at his knowing of your name.

His mouth turns up sightly at that, an inexcrutable look passing across his face. "There's no need to call me 'sir'. Anakin, please." He nods across the room at you.

You look down at your hand, busying yourself by securing the bandages and trying not to blush.

Anakin took a step closer to you, his gaze intense. You felt a shiver run down your spine at the magnetic energy he exuded. "Do you have any other injuries?" He asked, his voice soft and concerned.

"No, well only a few... These of course," you gestured downwards at yourself, "I fell after impact so there are a few cuts and scrapes but most of the damage was internal." You attempt to shrug but it comes off more as a wince. "I am not a natural fighter, General Skywalker."

"I think you are a fighter," he says, his voice low and gentle. "You survived Bandomeer, after all. Not many can say that."

You feel your heart racing in your chest as you look up at him. There's something about him, something magnetic, that draws you in despite your better judgement.

"Here," he says, passing you the shirt from atop the dresser. "I won't stop you. I always escape early too, I hate it here."

You take the shirt gratefully, pulling it over your head and smoothing it down over your bandages. Anakin's eyes never leave you as you do so, and you feel a warmth spreading through your chest. You've never felt so seen before.

"Thank you, Anakin," you say, testing out his name on your tongue. It feels foreign, but not uncomfortable. "I really was intending on returning, it's just been so dull staring at the ceiling all these days."

Anakin nods, stepping aside to let you pass. You feel a jolt as your arm brushes against his, and you look up to see him staring at you.

There's a moment of hesitation before Anakin leans in, his warm breath ghosting over your ear. "If you're looking for some excitement, I could show you a few things," he murmurs, his tone shockingly suggestive.

Your heart picks up its pace as you look up at him, feeling a rush of desire washing over you. You know you should say no, that it's inappropriate and against the rules, but there's something about Anakin that draws you in. Something you can't resist.

Without another word, he takes your hand and leads you out of the medical bay. You feel confident making your escape with him. Like if you got caught you wouldn’t get in trouble, not from that at least. Your eyes didn't move from where he was grasping your hand. The two of you make your way down the corridors, his touch sending shivers down your spine. You can't believe you're doing this, you don't even know him, but there's a sense of freedom in breaking the rules. Freedom that you had been longing for.

Anakin leads you to a small side door, pulling you out with him into the fresh air. You breathe deeply, feeling the cool breeze across your skin. The night sky is clear, the stars shining down on you like little diamonds. You can't remember the last time you felt so alive.

It was some kind of rooftop balcony which overlooked the entire city but shielded you from view.

He grins at you as the door closes. "So, you wanted to stretch your legs?" Anakin moves closer to you, his hand settling on your lower back as he guides you towards the edge of the balcony.

"Try not to move too much, you don't want to reopen your wounds," he warns, his voice low and husky.

You shiver at the sound of it, the desire pooling low in your stomach. Anakin's hands move up to your shoulders, pushing your hair aside to expose your neck. He starts by gently nipping at you from behind, pulling a small noise of surprise from you. He squeezes your hips slightly, pushing you forward gently onto the railing. Your head starts to swim, becoming overwhelmed with this turn of events. Never in your wildest dream did you think you could have Anakin Skywalker.

You turn your head to meet his gaze and he leans in for a deep, passionate kiss, finally on the mouth. His lips are soft and warm against yours, his tongue sliding past your lips to explore your mouth. You wrap your arms around him, pulling him closer. Or you try to, one of your arms still couldn't extend so far upwards, you flinched but tried to push down the pain.

He tuts seeing this immediately. "Just be still, let me take care of you."

Anakin's hands move down to your waist, pulling you closer as he deepens the kiss. You moan softly into his mouth, your body igniting with desire. The pain in your arm is forgotten as Anakin's touch leaves a trail of fire across your skin. He breaks the kiss, his lips trailing down your jawline to your neck. You tilt your head back, giving him better access.

"I want you, Y/N," he whispers against your skin, his hands moving up to cup your breasts through the fabric of your shirt. "I can feel how much you want me too."

You gasp as he squeezes your breasts, the pleasure shooting through your body. You're embarrassed at how much you're enjoying this, but you can't help it. "Please," you beg, arching your back into his touch. Anakin grins, his hands moving down to your hips.

Without another word, Anakin turns you around and presses you up against the railing again. His hands move down to your hips, grazing your damaged abdomen and with care and pulling you closer as he grinds against you. You moan, feeling the growing bulge in his pants rubbing against your ass. Anakin's hands move up to your breasts again, his fingers continuing to play over your nipples through the fabric of his shirt.

His knee moves to separate your legs, thigh providing friction where you need it most.

"I want to fuck you so badly right now, Y/N," Anakin whispers into your ear, his words making you shiver.

You watch as his hands move down to your hips again, his fingers hooking into the waistline of your pants and pulling them down. Turning to face him, Anakin's gaze was hungry as he looks you up and down.

You felt him pressing against your stomach, causing you to shudder in anticipation. You reach down, unbuttoning the top of Anakin's trousers to expose his erection. He moans softly as your hand wraps around his shaft, the calluses of your palm making him shudder.

Anakin's mouth moves down to your neck, leaving a trail of warm, luscious kisses down your skin. You tilt your head back, gasping as you feel his teeth nip down your throat. He pulls you closer, his knee moves from in between your legs and he spins you around, your chest meeting the metal barrier. He pulled your ass back, stopping you from crushing your ribs and stomach. His breath hits the side of your neck, hot and heavy with lust.

You feel the tip of his cock pressing against you, begging for entrance. You let out a deep moan as you feel him enter you, your body pulsing around him as he pushes deeper and deeper inside you. You try to relax around him, tried to let the pain pass but you still couldn't help but flinch slightly.

Anakin stops moving for a second, "You alright?" He asks, his voice laced with concern.

"Yeah, I'm okay, just... go slow, please," you say, your voice breathy. Anakin's hands move to your hips, holding you in place as he moves in and out of you, your body slowly growing accustomed to his size. You let out a sigh of relief as he begins thrusting again, your body growing more comfortable with each passing second.

You can feel the pressure building inside you, your body tingling from the pleasure that it was getting. You moaned again, pushing back into him to meet his thrusts.

Anakin's hands move up from your hips, resting on your breasts as he leans in to whisper into your ear, "You're so tight, Y/N," he groaned softly.

Anakin moves a hand down to your clit, rubbing his fingers gently against the nub. You let out a deep moan, your eyes fluttering shut. You were so close, all you needed was a little more. His other arm moves around your waist, holding you up as he ruts into you. Your body quivers, the pleasure more intense than anything you've ever felt before. You can feel him inside you, feel him filling you up. You could feel the pressure building inside you again, your moans becoming louder and louder.

You feel your body shake, your orgasm shaking your entire body as you come hard against his cock. Anakin stops moving for a second, letting you enjoy the waves of pleasure that crash over you, sucking at your neck. He thrusts into you again, and soon his own body shudders in delight. He buries his face into your shoulder, muffling his own groans of pleasure. He'd pulled out and was leaking onto the concrete beneath you both, whispering your name like a prayer.

You sigh in content, your body tingling with pleasure as you lean forward onto the railing.

"Force, I needed that." He says after a minute. Zipping himself back into his pants. He sees your weakness and there is a flash of pride in his eyes as he eases you underwear and trousers back up your legs.

"How do you feel?" You turn around slowly, wincing slightly as your abdominal muscles are pulled. He looks you over, concern pulling at his face, "Are you sure you're okay?"

You smile softly, "yeah, I'm okay, I think I should get back to the med bay though."

"Of course, I'll walk with you." His manner was very casual now, he stood straight and put a hand on your lower back to guide you back to the halls.

"You know, you're pretty good at that," you say to him with a smirk, making him blush slightly.

"At what?" He asks, his face turning a darker shade of red.

"The whole 'taking care of someone' thing."

He smiles, "You're not so bad yourself. You know, I came to the med bay because I needed something to help me calm down,"

"And have you?"

“Considerably,” his shoulders were more relaxed than they had been when you'd first laid eyes on him, his gaze easier, lighter.

The hall is busier than before, more people are flooding out of the hanger. They are all wearing grim expressions, you hear a few of them talking about another battle somewhere and see Anakin’s interest peaked.

There is conflict in his eyes and you watch a veil come down, clearly back in General mode, he interrupts two talking nurses and asks about the incident quickly. Listening to their words and visibly steering himself towards the door to leave, to go help, he sends you a quick glance over his shoulder.

"Get some rest L/N, it seems the war is not over yet." He nods at you, any other thoughts clouded by the urgency of his position. He leaves you standing in the med bay, brushing past a hassled Master Che whose eyes had found you standing over your bed. She was not well pleased with your state.

#anakin smut #star wars anakin #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin skywalker smut #star wars #star wars smut #star wars fandom #star wars prequels #clone wars #anakin skywalker

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idiotlovesongs · 9 months

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i wanna talk about being latino (mexican and colombian) in bandom, specifically being a fan of ptv.

as we all know, bandom is so very fucking white. sure you can go looking for specifically poc bands, but the majority of the popular bands are white with one or two people of color in the band and they are either white passing or get treated fucking weirdly by fans because white fans don't know how to interact with their poc idols normally (not that they interact with their white idols normally but it's a bad weird when it comes to poc).

most bands are sexualized but with ptv it felt particularly gross in the way it was tied to the fact that they were mexican. they were and are hot, don't get me wrong, but did the term sexican have to be so fucking popularized?? the fact that they were latinos was really fetishized in a way that white artists really didn't get. i remember someone talking about how the only reason they got a girlfriend in middle school was because in between getting called a beaner and a wetback, she was also called a sexican. it gave emo and alt people almost a right to fetishize latinos, specifically mexicans. and emo latinos just had to sit and take it because it was the only love we really got from such a largely white fanbase. a lot of memes around them (at least the ones that i remember, the ones that stuck with me) were kind of racist and stereotyped them. not to say ptv didn't make those kind of jokes from time to time, but it's different when it's coming from your own people rather than some person on the internet who is probably white.

i really fucking love ptv. it was so nice to finally look and see someone like me up on stage playing music for you. it was nice getting recognition from other people that we could also fucking do that. it gave us something to be. and i grew up around a lot of poc, but i always identified more with fandom spaces and bandom cause i was a weird emo child with a fucked up sense of sexuality and gender. i experienced that sense of other from my irl community and then in bandom spaces because most people were white. i wasn't totally conscious of the effects until i noticed in my writing that all my characters (and i do mean all) were white. Do you know how embarrassed I felt? How ashamed I felt? How it still feels so fucking shitty? that shit sticks with you. how is it that i was so entrenched in a white community that i forgot that i existed? that people like me existed. ptv really helped pull me out of that.

rpf is bandom was and is a big thing. if you were gay or questioning in middle school and you were emo, you read rpf. that's just how it fucking goes. i read maybe like one or two from bands that i liked, but the ones that i fucking devoured involved vic fuentes. yeah most of the writers were white and fetishized him, but it was still nice to have someone there that looked like me. idk if other poc can relate to this, but i always feel super uncomfortable walking into a room and have there be only white people. it makes you feel alienated as fuck. having vic and the rest of ptv in these digital spaces made me feel less alone subconsciously. again, this works were definitely a little racist and homophobic but i wasn't super picky back then and i had yet to unpack some internalized issues.

a little sidenote that i've noticed is that people talk about gender envy a lot when it comes to white members in bandom, but i've seem almost no one talk about it when it comes to ptv. maybe i'm just on the wrong side of tumblr, but i've very rarely seen someone say shit about ptv giving them gender envy and they are so fucking gender. literally fuck y'all. the day another white twink gives me gender envy is a cold day in hell. i went to mexico and got it so fucking often because i finally saw what my actual fucking face could be. i saw my features on guys and wanted to fucking crawl into their skins just to see how it would feel. and the gender euphoria i got at everyone saying i looked just like my dad was literally unreal. and yeah i got told i was the female version but it was so fucking close. i felt like i could fucking taste it. tangent over.

this is not to say ptv were always amazing and helpful to the community. i mean, they definitely catered to a white audience. i still remember watching their music videos and wondering why all the actors were white. they were the only poc in most of their old music videos. i particularly took note of the fact that there were poc in the music video of pass the nirvana because they quite literally had none before. i still remember the day i watched bulls in the bronx and wondering why they didn't have latinos in a music video for a song that was so tied to their latin roots. i get that latinos come in all different shades, but they are always picking the palest shade?? come on.

and i acknowledge that ptv probably didn't have control of the actors chosen for their mvs, but it still demonstrates the issues in bandom and how even in their own music videos they are kind of othered. i know if i was in a band, i would at least try to push for one actor to be visibly latino or some other poc. but like i said, they could very well just have no control over this and it's someone else pulling the strings for their music videos. it just felt kind of shitty to look at their music videos and see that even their they were the only latinos in the space.

sidenote, being latino and emo is fucking hard. being emo is seen as a white thing and, if your peers don't make fun of you, your family and community sure fucking will. i was in mexico and had my hair dyed bright red (which is admittedly an attention grabber) and you have no idea the amount of stares i got in my dad's pueblo. kids, parents, grandparents, everyone looks at you and stares. i'm sure this isn't specific to latinos, but i'm talking about my personal experience. my uncle, who had admittedly been kind of creepy and weird, kind of stopped interacting with me as much when i got my hair colored, when it became very visibly obvious that i was kind of alt/emo, and i definitely felt like my family was gonna talk shit as soon as i left. but that's also just how latino families are. there's always chisme. i can't imagine what it must feel like to actually live in mexico while being emo (especially in the 00s-10s) but, from what i've heard, it's not fucking fun. you're just really othered in a way that i didn't totally feel in the states because i had my friends who were also emo. i mean the mexican emo wars is such fucking proof of the difference in the way white people interacted with alt cultures and the way mexicans did.

anyways this was just me putting words to a feeling i've always had about ptv. it is by no means articulate or well crafted, but i just wanted to get this out. i really do love pierce the veil and most of their work. i always smile when i see the way their heritage influences their music and they really effected the way i see myself and my culture. i love that they got a mexican folklorico dancer to dance with them on stage for bulls in the bronx. it seriously warmed my heart to see them embrace us that way and honestly makes me wanna fucking cry. don't come at me because this shit is half assed. i know it is. it is just me talking about my experience and feelings and what i've heard from other latinos. if you're latino too, add onto this post or message me if you want to talk about this stuff or just ptv in general. white people, don't engage in this convo. it is not about you and i don't care about your opinion on the latino experience in bandom. other poc are welcome to talk about their experiences too. was there a band like this that y'all had and how did that impact you guys' perspective of yourself and your culture?

#pierce the veil #ptv #vic fuentes #tony perry #jaime preciado #latino #mexico #bandom #i really hope i get some emo latino mutuals from this

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27-royal-teas · 4 months

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play like a ‘big shot talent’ for the wip asks if you haven’t answered it already!

ok so this was kind of the first iteration of the tennis fic. because alright context i work teaching kids tennis lessons in the spring, summer, and fall, and basically i know a lot about tennis despite having no real interest or passion for it, so i was like ‘since pete plays tennis i should make him play the us open. lol’. so in the fic i stuck a bunch of people from bandom in the US open and pete’s on the older side of the players but he’s still pretty godly and patrick’s, like, the next john mcenroe (that is to say, he definitely plays Very Angrily but also Very Well). anyway pete and patrick become friends and andy is petes trainer and joe is patrick’s trainer and it’s kind of lame honestly but it was sort of a way for me to cope with the fact that the rest of my summers throughout my teenage career will be spent teaching children how to hit a ball around. anyway!! here is an excerpt:

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Pete’s opponent was tall-- well, taller than Pete, but that wasn’t anything unusual, because practically everyone was taller than Pete. He had black hair and brown eyes and he was pale-skinned and probably too rich to have earned his way into playing the US Open, and Pete was going to utterly eviscerate him. Politely, of course. Tennis was, of course, the gentleman’s sport.

“Brendon Urie,” Andy had said to him last night, when Pete was preparing for the match. “Nineteen years old. He’s pretty light, has a good body awareness, but his main strength is his serve. He’s got a killer serve, which is the main thing you’re going to have to look out for. He hits a sharp serve to your backhand corner, which is bad, because your backhand kind of sucks. Also, he’s younger and hotter than you, so he’s got a better chance of getting sponsorship deals. You gotta up your game, man.”

“Rude,” Pete had said from where he was eating an apple on the couch. Andy fast-forwarded Brendon’s video fifteen seconds ahead, and the two of them watched as mini-Brendon hit a lob clean down the line. “Look, Andy, it’s the early rounds, I probably don’t have to stress too much.”

“Say that to the pilot on the flight home,” Andy griped, rolling his eyes. “I’m sure she’d love to hear it.”

Look, Brendon might be a good player, but then again, so was Pete. He wasn’t playing at the US Open for nothing. He had earned his place, and he was here to win. Normally he wouldn’t be as confident as he was now, but Pete had long ago learned that dwelling on the stress often got a guy nowhere.

And it was good, because Brendon and Pete were at a 5-5 tie, 45 all-- match point. For that matter, game point. In the present, Pete narrowed his eyes. If Brendon got this point, Pete wouldn’t be moving up at all. He’d be gone in the first four rounds of the Open. Embarrassing. He wasn’t going to let himself get beat by some nineteen year old with a god complex. From the other side of the net, Brendon grinned at him, showing pearly white dental work. He looked like a wolf.

“Your serve, Urie,” Pete called over, because it was, and Brendon seemingly grinned wider. He was full of too much confidence, but Pete could see even from afar that his forehead was beaded with sweat. Tennis was as much a mental game as a physical one, and the ongoing tie didn’t make Pete feel too great, either.

“Forty-five all,” Brendon called out for the chair umpire’s benefit, and prepped his full serve, bending low to scoop the ball up and hit it with full force into Pete’s return box.

Brendon’s serves were the most formidable thing, but after that, he was relatively tame. Pete returned the ball forcefully cross-court, but it wasn’t far enough back, so Brendon was able to return it with no huge issue. Dammit. Pete had been hoping that would take him out for good, but clearly not, because Brendon just turned his face into a grimace of concentration and hit it back to Pete’s court with enough force to cause permanent damage to Pete’s facial structure. Pete blocked it, feeling the vibrations from his racket run down his wrist, and the ball bounced short-court.

They continued on like that for what felt like forever, lobbying the ball back and forth. It was clear Brendon was getting tired. Pete hoped to tire him out for good. Maybe…

The ball came back to him. Pete hit it as hard as he could, nearly spinning with the force of his follow through, and the ball touched the left doubles line, just out of Brendon’s reach.

“And that’s the set,” the chair umpire called to them.

And that was the game. Pete let his racket fall to his side, breathing a sigh of relief-- he wouldn’t have to go home just yet. Andy would be thrilled. He trudged to the net, feeling an inhuman sense of exhaustion. Brendon was already waiting for him there, hand outstretched. He looked disappointed. Pete shook his hand. It was sweaty. Brendon said, “Great playing, man. You’re a really good player.” He still looked disappointed, which was understandable, but not too visibly upset about his loss, which Pete respected.

“Thanks,” he said, and smiled, and Brendon smiled back with a grin that didn’t quite match his eyes and let go of his hand. But hey, he hadn’t thrown his racket at Pete or anything, so Pete counted it a win.

“Brendon’s a good player,” Pete told the interviewer when she came up to talk to him a moment later. “He’s fun to play against, and his serve is insane. But I am also a good player.”

“Thoughts on the other players you’re up against?” The interviewer asked.

Pete shrugged. “I’ll beat them. Or, I’ll try. Like I said. They’re good, but so am I. I know I’ve got the determination to.”

“You’re not worried, or anything?”

Pete looked at her blankly. “Should I be?”

The interviewer considered. “There’s some very formidable competition on the roster, is all. Rafael Nadal. Novak Djokovic. Daniil Medvedev. Among others. You’re on the older side of our players.”

“I’m excited to play them,” Pete told her. “It’ll be a great challenge.”

She looked at him, either impressed or surprised by his audacity, and then said, “Pete Wentz, everyone,” and then he was off air.

“Nice job,” Andy said when Pete got into the locker room to change. “I’m surprised.”

Pete scowled at him. “Seriously? I’m a good player. Why are you surprised when I win?”

“Because not only are you a good player, you’re also a cocky little shit,” Andy said, not even bothering to sugarcoat it. He was right, but it still stung.

“Hey,” Pete said, weakly, because he WAS a cocky little shit and didn’t really have a defense against that. “I still won, didn’t I?”

“We’ll see who you’re up against tomorrow,” Andy sniffed, and then said, “Also, Wentz-- put on some deodorant. You smell like hell.”

“That was a fucking breeze, Andy,” Pete told him, pulling on a clean shirt. “A fucking breeze. I obliterated Urie, and I’ll cut down the others, too. Don’t worry. I got this.”

“I am so glad you have confidence in yourself, because sometimes I don’t,” Andy muttered.

“Good talk, Andy, I’ll see you in the car,” Pete said, and left the locker room.

#I feel like this just exposes how much of a loser i am but whatever #toby speaks #Toby’s asks #fic stuff

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fagoutboy · 7 months

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25 for the violence asks (about fob since it's our mutual interest)

25. common fandom complaint you're sick of hearing

this actually took me a second bc usually IM the one complaining. ummmmm ok well cop-out answer is the complaints abt mania and the general post-hiatus sound like grow up futct is still there for you to listen to whenever. but anyway in a broader way (and i guess this applies to other bandom spheres but i only go here) i get annoyed by pro-rpf ppl making a fuss abt ppl not liking rpf. like im not even fully anti-rpf sometimes but it is just objectively strange and its also fully understandable why ppl would dislike it...its not really killing you if someone on tumblr says they dont like to see ppl writing abt two real people having sex or like a story abt a real guy "but what if he died of aids" or something like. you are embarrassing unfortunately

#thank you mary 😊#txt

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annoyingfobbie · 1 year

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LIL POLL FOR THOSE OF U WHO READ MY FICS!!

i know i can go off like kudos and hits and whatnot but i wanna see in a poll format how the fics are taken! also i'd love to see your more specific opinions in the replies!

anyways if you've read my fics please vote or else this will be very embarrassing for me. like i'm expecting to get 3-5 votes, but if i get 0 that'll be the most embarrassing thing of all time and i'll have to delete this post and pretend it never happened

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yarrowtincture · 1 year

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my friend posted this whole long thing about how back in the day her friends would like make fun of her for listening to fall out boy or she was so embarrassed to listen to fall out boy because it wasnt cool and it wasnt allowed etc etc and like first of all fall out boy has been a major group since FUtCT / the single “sugar were going down” && if you were as involved in the alt scene/emo as you claim i dont see how youd let ppls opinions sway you from enjoying what has apparently been your favorite band for a decade. um and it actually pissed me off a little bit bc i was 6 years old when i got FUtCT and FOB was one of my first obsessions in life, i cared too much what ppl thought in a lot of ways but never cared about what they thought about me liking FOB or PATD:..::.:…….. UNTIL……..:…:.. the real actual reason you werent supposed to like FOB is bc around 2011 people started making sure that it wasnt forgotten that pete wentz dated an underage girl for years (past her turning 18 as well) and then wrote songs about like literally choking her out. Like thats why you should be embarrassed. Not because its cringe. Because he was a predator lol. Idk i guess that was a million years ago and most people just forgot again anyway. Or maybe he finally gave her enough money or lawsuits and that story was wiped away. I know im not crazy tho and this was a big source of division in the bandom community a decade ago.

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sebrrari · 2 years

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IF YOU WERE CHURCH? I'D GET ON MY KNEES? JULY 4 ???

HELLO actually it has nothing to do with bandom au IM SORRY - it’s a little charlos idea i have brewing and haven’t even converted from word vomit to a draft yet so you will get the whole sketch 🙏🏼

(nsfw under cut)

service-top-carlos/charles where charles will text carlos a list of what kind of sex he wants

like what positions or whatever and then carlos shows up and just absolutely wrecks charles exactly how he asked. like seriously, just above and beyond good. like charles texts him that he wants carlos to rim him - he lets charles sit on his face and afterward charles is like that was so great. you can come on my ass and carlos does and then charles tells him to lick it back off. and he does.

charles texts him that he wants to come more than once in a night this time, but carlos can only come once, whenever he wants.

and like he knows that charles isn’t trying to be passive aggressive or that he’s actually asking carlos to wait until after charles is done; but carlos wants to do that anyway, in a weird vie for praise or some kind of latent praise kink thing and charles totally picks up on it. so once he’s come for the second time he tells carlos he’s been so good, he made charles feel so good and he can’t believe carlos waited to come until after he took care of charles and how nice that was of him. and carlos just like loses it and feels like he comes his brains out. and charles is like “oh, noted”

also carlos insists on v tactile/cuddly aftercare bc it’s for him too, right???!!! but charles secretly kind of likes it and carlos is an a+ cuddler he just gets it

each time they hook up like this, every time carlos goes to get coffee at the motorhome the next morning charles is already there making him his drink and hands it off to him with a blush and a smirk and it’s because that’s how charles likes to say thank you when they do this and carlos thinks it’s very cute.

and maybe one time charles sits carlos down and gives him like the blowjob of his fucking life or something, just because he wants to, because he likes carlos. maybe a lot, ok?? so he just does this, he doesn’t text or anything he just shows up and is really embarrassed and doesn’t know how to say it but he just wants to have normal sex with carlos because carlos is really hot and good in bed and funny and stuff and it doesn’t need to be serious but could he please blow carlos??? and so they do. they kiss first though.

charles still leaves before he falls asleep, but the next morning carlos sits next to charles at a strat meeting and drops a coffee in front of him wordlessly but gives him the tiniest (not so tiny), goofiest knowing smirk.

(drop me the name of one of my wip documents and i’ll give you an excerpt or tell you something about it!)

#answered ask #i want it!!!!!!! i want it to exist but it’s gonna be so hard!!!! to write!!!!!#i’m thinking a 5+1 tbh

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saw @rainbowbarnacle do this and i thought it might be fun so

Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! Then tag as many people as you have WIPs

like she did i'm just going to list out my WIPs with a brief summary but if any of these sound interesting to you or you'd like to ask me questions please please do

also i don't have a single WIP folder because i organize all of my various universes into their own folders but here's the ones i'm most actively working on:

The House of Orchids v5 / The Tale of the Blackwood Company: the two main entries in my fantasy courtesans universe, the titular house of orchids. the first is about how the son of one of the most conservative noble lords in an incredibly repressive/homophobic empire gets found out for being a fairy and then sold to a brothel, meets another courtesan, perrin, whomst is hot dom that helps him work through his Issues around his sexuality, and finally, gets his revenge on the people that wronged him. dual protag situation, the other half is about aria, a former-pirate-turned-courtesan who has recently been purchased by her own hot domme noble lady and how she navigates the complexities of that situation. focusing on themes of agency/control and how that impacts our identities and relationship to our body, and of course, because it's me, exploring how kink can help us navigate that.

the blackwood company are a mercenary band in the same universe who have a close relationship with the proprietor of the house of orchids and three of them are in a cute lil mmf polycule. they accept a contract to escort twin noble brats across the empire and along the way Shenanigans Ensue, as they are wont to do. another dual POV between kier, the f part of the mercenary polycule, whomst is an immortal queer warrior woman with a cnc kink, and elyssandra, the lady noble being escorted with a mysterious chronic illness, who feels Feelings about kier and doesn't know what to do with them. continuing themes of agency/bodily autonomy and kink as a method of exerting that control.

Gabe and Frankie Band Edition / Avery Again Again: the two main entries in my Nebula Verse, so named for the cafe/bookstore that is kind of the central hub between the various cast of characters. gabe & frankie's story started as an AU of a different universe but quickly became The Main One (i just can't bring myself to write about highschoolers anymore lol) and i've posted snippets of it before. the idea is kind of my riff on the whole bandom genre but explicitly queer, heavily cribbed from velvet goldmine with a sprinkle of the arden st. ives series from alexis hall for good measure. another dual POV situation between gabe, the lead singer of a queer glam rock band the peaches, and matt, a barista at nebula and the guitarist they hire last minute after the relationship between gabe and his former (regrettably heterosexual) lead guitarist implodes. shenanigans, it should not surprise you to learn, ensue.

meanwhile avery is a queer nonbinary adhd disaster (ngl, shameless self insert) who is roommates with one of nebula's other baristas, anna. they've recently been cut off from their rich parents for the crime of being a queer nonbinary college dropout and are working a series of jobs to make their rent money. Contrived Circumstances lead to them needing to pretend to be engaged to earn back the good graces/monetary support of their family, and they so happen to find a willing candidate in eliot. he is a wealthy and famous gay author of mystery novels who is embroiled in his own scandal after his ex-fiancé garret publishes a shocking tell-all memoir about what a prima donna jerk he supposedly is at the same time he gets into a very public, very embarrassing accident with some rando riding a vespa. eliot needs better publicity stat and a date to some industry event, and is willing to pay someone to pretend to be his arm candy. the two come to a mutually beneficial financial arrangement. and good thing avery can't stand him, so there's Absolutely No Chance of real, complicated emotional feelings to make things messy between the two of them. of course.

this is a shameless pretty woman riff, with lots of kink sprinkled in for good measure.

Cat V3 / Brian V3: the two main entries in my other series based around a cafe/central hub of artsy weirdos, this one called Haven. cat is an adhd disaster (are you sensing a pattern) who works at a board game store in a charming little shopping district of the college town of greendale, a which the locals fondly refer to as Hipster Alley. her two best friends and roommates ginger & greg work at Haven. cat accidentally runs into a intimidatingly hot punk woman outside Haven when she's running late for work, and it turns out this woman's name is quinn, and she works at a nearby bakery. cat attempts an ill-advised friendship with quinn while she pretends she's not hardcore crushing on her, which eventually turns into a friends-with-benefits kink-based situationship, and then they finally get over themselves and admit they're in wuv. lots of lowkey, charming vignettes of cat's friend group/found family of nosy queers (and a couple Token Heterosexuals in ginger and nathan) trying to help cat woo quinn. the epitome of cozy low-stakes coffeeshop fluff.

brian's story is another mmf polycule situation, takes place chronologically before cat's, with a shared cast of characters. brian shows up on the doorstep of what he thinks is his childhood best friend's apartment after a gaybashing leads him to fleeing his shitty small town, only to find that said childhood best friend, nathan, moved out. yesterday. nathan's former roommates, violet and anthony, let brian crash there while he sorts his life out a bit. violet engages in her own devious machinations to get anthony and brian to admit their obvious attraction for one another, and her plan to be the filling in their no-homo sandwich backfires spectacularly when she develops feelings for the dude too. whoopsie.

as far as tagging goes i'll tag @musicismymoirail because i know we've talked about some of my ocs before, otherwise anyone else who wants to do this please do!! and tag me cuz i'm nosy!!!

#shut up chocolate #my stuff #in case it isnt obvious i have some Themes i like to return to in my work lol #im such a sucker for a found family of queer misfits what can i say #oc talk

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mercury-motif · 4 months

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It's no one I hate I more in bandom I hate more than 21 pilots. Not only is Tyler Joseph racist and made that fuckass platforms tweet but that I *as a Black person* repped them and their music so hard in middle school and 9th grade that it greatly embarrasses me to think back on.

Like I did this project for my bs French class where he had to make raps in the French and under my direction 2 of them were to the beat of heavy dirty soul and fairly local. Like why did I do that at my black ass high school in new orleans, I was standing there reciting a rap with some French words to the tune of 21 pilots. No wonder those ppl were laughing at me like girl what were you doing.

Also that Cancer cover was ASS.

#mercury moments #emo

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Fic writing lightning round:

-What fandoms have you written fics for?

-Do you have any original stuff?

-What's your oldest fic?

-What story are you most proud of?

-What stories are in the works?

-Where can I read your stuff?

I've written for bandom, supernatural, teen wolf, the walking dead, the umbrella academy, stranger things, true blood, harry potter, marvel, anna and the apocalypse, it, ready or not, and I have some fics I've worked on, but haven't posted for the lost boys, the vampire diaries, and a few others.

I do! I wrote a book. I've been sort of working on another book, and I've written a bunch of short stories, but I just never have the time/energy to write original stuff anymore. But I want to get back to it. It's all horror, so it's always fun.

A fic I'll never talk about that I wrote/posted in 2007...it has since been deleted and will hopefully never see the light of day again.

This is a tough one, but I have a Billy Hargrove/Reader story that I wrote called Baby, You're a Haunted House. I really put a lot into that and I've had people comment that it has made them cry/feel all the things I wanted them to feel, so that always makes me happy. I also have a Walking Dead fic that was Daryl/Reader that helped me really get back into writing fic and helped me process some grief from my grandpa's passing. So, I'm going to say that one too.

So many it's embarrassing. I have an Eddie Munson fic, a Steve fic, a Daryl Dixon fic, a Sirius Black fic, and an Eric Northman fic I'm currently working on. In my WIP folder, I've got that Lost Boys fic that's David/Reader, a Klaus Mikaelson fic, a Kate Bishop fic, a Yelena Belova fic, a bunch of prompts (all Stranger Things), and there's probably others I've forgotten.

Most of it is on my Tumblr here, but I post pretty much everything to my AO3.

Thank you so much for these questions!! They were a lot of fun. 💖

#ask #thank you!!#my fics #my writing

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outcastedang3l · 2 years

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t, o, m, i for the asks?

T: Any fanfic tropes you can’t stand?

high school aus for like no reason other than i just fucking hated high school, although there are some fics I've read that are the exception to me hating the trope completely

O: What are your thoughts on people writing fanfic of your fanfic?

just like people making fanart of my fic i think it's super fucking cool that you liked my fic enough to write your own about it. also reading other people's takes on your own stuff is super fucking interesting and cool

M: What’s the weirdest AU scenario you’ve ever come up with? Did it turn into a story?

Embarrassing admissions to my middle school fall out boy/bandom writings but there were quite a few really strange fics that had OCs in them and had a lot of vampires and weirdly enough angels (as you can tell I've been writing supernatural creatures for as long as I've been writing)

I: How many fandoms have you written in? Do you have a favorite?

I already answered this but since then i realized it wasn't 9 fandoms but 12 I've written for. Favorite is definitely BC and friends (they also gave me my motivation to write again after high school killed it)

fanfic writer ask meme

#spinef0ryou #ty answers writing asks #fanfic writer ask meme

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Could you do either a perspective flip or future time after time for your star crossed lovers oneshot?

hey, hey! absolutely. (star crossed lovers)

Time After Time: Write a scene from a fic set either in the future or in the past of the selected story.

(900 words)

Obi-Wan can admit that he’d been terrified that Anakin would grow…bored on Bandomeer. Anakin had been raised and trained as a Jedi Knight. To give him a plow after years of defending the galaxy from its most evil masterminds seemed utterly insulting.

And yet, here they are, curled around each other in a bunk much too small for such activities. But it is a very nice excuse to hold his lover close. Not like he needs one.

If he didn’t rest his head against Anakin’s chest, the ex-Jedi Knight would surely stroppily demand to know why not while forcing himself into the circle of Obi-Wan’s arms to be cuddled himself.

That’s exactly what happened last night, and Obi-Wan looks down with fondness at the darling man, snoring on his chest.

He’d been afraid Anain would regret his choice, but the man has taken to the Agricorps surprisingly well. Much, much better than Obi-Wan himself had. Something inside Obi-Wan tells him that Anakin likes to be needed, needs to be needed, and so the Agricorps is almost a perfect fit for him. His skill and innovation have revolutionized a lot of the farming practices, even in the short time he’s been here. There’s no doubt he’s needed. He’s indispensable.

And, it has to be said, no one needs him more than Obi-Wan.

But there are, it has to be said, things Anakin absolutely doesn’t like about life on Bandomeer.

“Darling, wake up,” Obi-Wan murmurs, tracing letters in Basic on his naked back. Anakin grumbles and tries to bury his head closer into Obi-Wan’s chest. “It’s sunrise.”

“Exactly,” Anakin slurs, arms and legs tightening around him like some sort of tentacled creature. “Only sunrise.”

“We must go,” he tells him gently, leaning away from his lover to push a hand through his mussed up, curly hair. “What would the workers say if I were late to chores because I chose to stay in bed with my lover?”

“Tell ‘em we were having post-engagement sex,” Anakin mutters, biting lazily at his pec. “Wouldn’t even be a lie.”

Obi-Wan blinks at the top of his head. “Am I forgetting about something?”

Last time he’d checked, he and Anakin weren’t engaged.

They’d only met in person six months ago, after all.

Anakin hums in confusion and kisses over his heart worshipfully. “Sunrise is a stupid time of day. I want a sunset wedding.”

“Darling, are you forgetting about something?”

“We should get Ahsoka to come, I want you to meet her,” Anakin mumbles sleepily, kissing down Obi-Wan’s chest to his stomach. “You’ll like her.”

“Dearest, darling,” Obi-Wan can’t stop his laughter, both at the feeling of Anakin’s hands dancing over his sensitive sides and the sheer hilarity of the situation. “Anakin, we’re not engaged.”

This makes Anakin sit back and cock his head, frowning down at him. “What? Yes, we are.”

“You’ve never asked to marry me,” Obi-Wan shakes his head with a grin, holding up his hand so Anakin can see the lack of ring on his finger.

Anakin stares with mounting horror.

“Do you often dream of asking me to marry you?” Obi-Wan asks, interested.

“All the time, of course,” his lover looks horrified and embarrassed, a blush crawling up his chest and neck. “Oh kark.”

“I would, I assure you,” Obi-Wan tells him quickly, leaning up to give him a gentle kiss. “I mean, I warrant it’s a little soon—”

“It’s been six months since I came here,” Anakin kisses him back absentmindedly. “What do you mean too soon?”

Obi-Wan blinks. Perhaps that is an argument for later.

Then Anakin gasps in offense as if just remembering something. “You distracted me!” He accuses him. Obi-Wan stares. Just now?

“Last night! I was going to propose, I had it all planned out! But then you distracted me!”

He frowns consideringly. He supposes he could have distracted Anakin. The man had seemed so withdrawn and nervous that Obi-Wan had taken it upon himself to work him up into a frenzy all through dinner in the dining hall to get his mind off of whatever troubled him. They’d gone immediately back to their quarters, had sex, a few times, and then fallen asleep.

Alright, yes, perhaps Obi-Wan distracted him.

“Hold on, you were going to propose yesterday?” This feels like a conversation to have dressed and vertical, but Anakin’s legs tighten around his hips when he tries to sit all the way up.

“This is awful,” Anakin declares, pouting down at Obi-Wan. “I ruined it.”

“Darling, you haven’t ruined anything,” Obi-Wan soothes, even as he tries to pinch his mouth together so as not to laugh. Anakin glares at him but kisses him back when he leans up to bring their lips together.

When they break apart, Anakin looks a little less stroppy. “I really haven’t?” His…well, his future fiancee asks. “And I don’t want you to do it, I really dont, I’ve planned everything out perfectly, it’ll be very nice if we do it my way.”

Obi-Wan laughs even while he nods in agreement. “Right you are. I will let you propose. Whenever you want.”

Anakin smiles down at him sappily before he pouts again. “I do wish you didn’t know it was coming,” he mutters, tracing letters over the planes of Obi-Wan’s stomach.

“If you want, darling, I can pretend this was all a dream,” Obi-Wan offers.

That earns him a well-deserved slap to his chest.

#asks #anakin being a godawful person in the morning is personally one of my favorite headcanons thank you #also i have started writing them both as very stroppy at each other #and i think its just because i personally love the word stroppy #obikin #flimsi friends au

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no bc ari, i wanna talk abt it (only if u feel up for it tho)... it truly makes me laugh to think about baku/deku/kiri whoever being devastated when u know how to fuck BUT at the same time, getting super, "lets stop talking about it" when u bring up the people they've fucked before. makes me YELL cuz theyre pro heroes so it's like.... obvs there are public records of their dick game. idk

LMSODKJFDKLFD PLEASEEEEEE !!!!!!

no because the thought of this.. *chokes them*. back when i was really into bandom there use to be these accounts like? groupie accounts basically where people would post evidence and gossip about bandmates and im like.. SURELLY there's some version of this in the bnhaverse for heros. like surely there is some forum in the deep part of the web. folks on twt like talking about it.

most of it is gossip sure but some people are like.. certified fucking. i think especially kiri, sero, denki, and shinso. i can see deku fucking too but i switch between that and him being inexperienced so who knows. either way i think it would devastate them to find out that you're good in bed like any of them. they're heartbroken.

BUT AS SOON AS U BRING IT UP THEY LAUGH AND THEN SHAKE U OFF. LIKE SWERVING TO DODGE THE TOPIC FDKJDLKF. kirishima is a good sport about it i think but the way he immediately gets embarrassed over how the petty jealousy he feels LMAOOO he's just not used to being outmatched. the rest have their feelings hurt bc they're annoying like that methinks.

the idea of bkg fucking is laughable but i have no doubt in my mind he would get in his feelings if you were fucking a lot LMSKFDJNDKJL. he wants to special so bad im going to kill him

#return to sender #THIS MADE MW LAUGH PLEASE #sero is so guilty of this #THE DOUBLE STANDARD IM BEATING THEM #a.bnha #theyre all so stupid i cant lmao #i have a high bodycount btw so these are just jokes the thought of it is comedic 2 me

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raith-way · 3 years

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Fic Writer Tag Game

My first AO3 fic was posted back in June, of this year, so some of these answers are going to be embarrassing. Most of my AO3 catalogue is oneshots and drabbles, but let’s do this! Thank you @asirensrage for the tag!!

How many works do you have on AO3?

What’s your total AO3 word count?

78,540

How many fandoms have you written for, and what are they?

6 – Bandom (My Chemical Romance, Avenged Sevenfold, Falling In Reverse, Taylor Swift) / Buffy The Vampire Slayer / Fast & Furious / DC Extended Universe (Batman V Superman, Justice League) / (The) Suicide Squad / Marvel (The Avengers)

What are your top five fics by kudos?

Keeping Us Down Is Impossible – The Suicide Squad (2021) / Rick Flag x Reader / Oneshot / Summary: You’re on a mission with a new team, thinking about your original team, only to find out part of that team is here. One thing is clear: You are going to survive this mission, and so is Rick Flag. / Kudos: 42

Things Are Getting A Little Hazy – Buffy The Vampire Slayer / OFC x OMC / WIP / Summary: Grace Blackburn’s great destiny was to give Angel a choice, and his decision sets the future for Sunnydale. With visions of the end and the formation of strange friendships, Grace navigates the new direction her life has taken while trying to convince her new brooding vampire bestie that he can be happy. AU after BTVS Season 3 & ATS doesn’t exist. / Kudos: 5

One Step At A Time – Fast and Furious / Jakob Toretto x OFC / Oneshot / Summary: Everything around them is being destroyed, and all they have is a moment. Just this one moment. / Kudos: 3

Memento Mori – DCEU (Post Justice League) / Bruce Wayne x OFC / WIP / Summary: Ryan Lopez should be six feet under, or at least be reduced to ash along with her former life. Instead she was trapped in the corporate world of Gotham, with nothing but cryptic messages from a grandfather she never knew and a soldier who acted like her butler. Not to mention that there was something very wrong with that Bruce Wayne guy. / Kudos: 2

Mistakes – Suicide Squad / Rick Flag x OFC / Oneshot / Summary: Rev waits at Belle Reve for Rick to return from a meeting, and not just because she wants to see him in his too-tight suit. (But also so she can see the way he looks in his too-tight suit.) / Kudos: 2

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes, because I like letting readers know that I read their comments and appreciate that they took the time to leave a comment.

What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

That would be a oneshot, Washing Away Reality, in the DC (Batman) fandom.

Do you write crossovers? If so, what’s the craziest one you’ve written?

Not really? Two of my fics crossover, but they’re both in the same DC Universe so I don’t think that counts.

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Nope.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I don’t have any posted, yet, but I do write it. The kind depends on the fic and the character perspective I’m writing in. Sometimes it’s more vague, some scenes focus more on the emotion of the moment, and others are more graphic.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I’m aware of.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope.

What’s your all-time favorite ship?

I’m not even sure how to answer that. Out of all the fandoms? I definitely can’t choose. Out of my current fics? My all-time favorite ship is probably Grace Blackburn (OFC) and Eliot Greenwood (OMC), from my BTVS fic Things Are Getting A Little Hazy. Their relationship is practically destined.

What’s a WIP that you want to finish, but don’t think you ever will?

My band fic, Soundtrack Of The Revolution. It’s planned out, all 400 chapters of it, but I’ve been working on it for a decade. I’m not giving up, but we’ll see if it ever gets completed.

What are your writing strengths? What are your writing weaknesses?

Someone who’s read my stories would have to tell me my strengths, because I have no clue. I just ramble sentences onto a word document and hope that it makes sense. My weaknesses would probably be my descriptions. I overly describe things and occasionally go off on tangents, which causes my chapters to be ridiculously long. I consider that to be a weakness.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

I try not to do it, because I’m only fluent in English, but I will write dialogue in another language with the help of Google Translate. If I get it too wrong, hopefully someone will correct me. When I can though, I prefer to just mention that the character is speaking in another language without having to actually write the other language because I don’t want to butcher it.

What was the first fandom you’ve written for?

This question hurts my soul. The very first fandom? It would have to be a band fic, probably Avenged Sevenfold, way back in about 2006. Thankfully, all of those fics have been lost to time and will never be read by anyone ever again. Knowing that helps me sleep at night.

What’s your favorite fic that you’ve written?

This is such an unfair question, because how do I pick just one? My favorite fic, that I have personally written, isn’t posted under this name so it’ll have to remain a mystery. My favorite fic that I’ve written under this name, has to be Soundtrack Of The Revolution. Yes, it’s a band fic even though those stopped being popular over a decade ago. I also realize the irony of my favorite fic being the fic that I'm not sure if it'll ever be completed. It’s the most self-indulgent fic that I have ever written, and I’ve been working on it off-and-on since 2009. Seeing how it’s changed and what has remained the same over the years is mind-blowing, and I truly love the story and the characters. So, yeah, it’s my favorite.

Tagging: @wordspin-shares @thecharmedburrowspn-files @lokitrasho @reggiemantleholdmyhand-tle @darknightfrombeyond @stanshollaand @captainrcgers @jinxsflame @jewelswrites-ish @hiddenqveendom

#fic writer tag game #tagged by siren #thank you!!#i know it's a rambling mess #but it was fun to answer!#also #if i tagged you #you can completely ignore it

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