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bonny-kookoo · 9 months

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Yoongi

𝕸𝖔𝖔𝖓𝖑𝖎𝖙 [Like A Secret] Short

Where have you gone? Why did you go? And most importantly- why didn't you take him with you, when you promised to always stay together?

Tags/Warnings: Werewolf AU, Alpha!Yoongi, Omega!Reader, Spin-Off, Angst, hurt no comfort sorry

!!! This is set prior to the main story !!!

Length: 1.5k words

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A/N: Kids wake up it's time to cry. Basically I've gotten a lot of asks what Yoongi's problem is in Moonlit- maybe this clears it up a bit.

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"It's cold." Yoongi says, watching your wolf curled up, sleeping, waiting, just like him. Sometimes, in these dreams, it snows. Other times, it raind- just like this time, water drenching the soft coat of the animal laying in the grass. You don't answer, and he doesn't even expect you to anymore. You never do. Or at least- you haven't done that in a long time.

That's how his fated dreams always go, after all. That's what they look like, when your chosen mate isn't there any longer.

He sighs as he walks closer, even though he knows you won't move. It's still better than nothing, your sleeping wolf is much more comfort than what others might get. And yet, it's also a curse- confusing him to no ends, because if your wolf is still there, you can't be dead. So where are you?

Where have you gone?

And why didn't you take him with you?

You promised him, after all. You promised to always stay together. And maybe, in a way, you're keeping that by at least letting him keep those dreams, even if they're empty.

He'll wait for you.

And even if he waits for the rest of his life-

he'll wait.

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The pale blue moonlight looked beautiful on your skin.

You're from the mountains, where snow is typical and sun is rare. Maybe because you'd outshine it- maybe the sun simply won't show itself because it knows it would not stand a chance against your smile.

He knows he will forever be haunted by it.

"Now you're stuck with me." you'd grinned at him. He'd smiled down at you.

"what a cruel fate." he'd joked, forced a laugh out of you at his typical attitude even despite the clear happiness shown. He'd never admit to anyone how hard he'd fallen for you- your simple presence enough to brighten his day, and offer him comfort like nothing else ever would.

He remembers the traditional festival held during full moon.

He was young, not even leader back then. He didn't know that only two years later, his father would leave the pack entirely alone to work in the cities, no alpha in the pack ready to take on the leading role- leaving it to him, with the support of you, to somehow work it out.

And work out it did- until you left.

Vanished.

He should've been more attentive. He should've listened to you more- but god, there was so much going on around him, so many things changing and happening and weighing him down, that he just couldn't concentrate on your worries as much as he really should have.

He feels horrible for it. He remembers you waking up so many nights, terrified, basically panicking, unable to quite describe the dreams you were forced to live through night after night.

Maybe he never asked either. Why did he never ask?

Omegas aren't that common. Betas make up the majority of werewolves.

There's so many legends and rumors about omegas that it's hard to keep track of what's true and what's not. Some things are clearly fictional- but with others, it's not quite as clear. He remembers how some say omegas can dream in a way that might predict certain future events- and at this point, he grabs after any straw he can.

Maybe you dreamed of something. Of your own demise, maybe?

The night before you left is still heavy in his mind. It weighs him down, has turned into his own nightmare these days, replaying again and again and again and he wishes he could change just a single thing about the event. But he can't.

You had woken up, yet again. But this time, he didn't stir. Didn't move. He knew you were crying-

but he left you alone.

And when he woke up, you weren't there anymore.

Leaving him alone instead.

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"You're so cool, you know that?" you'd said, giggling at him as he'd pulled a shirt over his head to cover himself, having just returned from a playful hunt with other members of the pack present at the new moon festivities.

It's the second one he's spending with you. This year he'll take you with him.

"And you're a creep, not even waiting for me to change." he'd growled back, however with no bite in his tone whatsoever. He knows you can take his tone. You're a lot tougher than you look.

"heh, nothing I haven't seen already." you'd shrugged, jumped down from your little rock before you'd kissed his cheek. "Will you give me something pretty tonight?" you'd asked him, and he'd rolled his eyes.

"I don't have to court you." he'd complained, grumpy as always. "we already fucked."

"Yoongi!" you'd gasped scandalized, had hit him playfully- though he'd laughed at your embarrassment.

You were so cute. Bubbly and almost innocent. He hates how that had faded with time.

Was it his fault?

He should've protected your smile.

"...I'll think of something." he'd admitted, and you had grinned brightly, hugged him to kiss his cheek-

But he'd been quicker, had kissed you deeply, uncaring of anyone seeing you both together.

Back then, he was wild. Untamed. Without worries- nothing but a young werewolf, playing around, enjoying his youth.

Not even five years later, he would be sanded down to nothing but an overly serious young adult, leading a pack he never wanted, living a life forced upon him, without any guidance and without anyone at his side. Barely past his mid-twenties, and yet without any youth to enjoy any longer.

What did he do to deserve this?

He can't think of anything, neither can he find anyone to hate for it.

And maybe that's the worst part of it all.

"Yoongi.. you'll never be able to untie that knot." you'd laughed later that night of the festival under the full moon, the music and people moving on in the background while he'd led you out the woods for privacy.

"good." he'd said, had traced his fingers over the bracelet around your wrist, a single sanded bead of wood and simple leather string. "I don't plan on it." he'd told you- his own wrist wearing the same bracelet.

A symbol of your partnership. Bound to one another, for now and forever.

He wears it to this day, seven years later.

it was meant to last forever, after all.

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His first decision as an alpha had been, to grant an unfamiliar runaway omega from the woods a home in his pack, despite what everyone else told him.

He saw you in her. He still does, sometimes.

Now she's leaving.

Just like you did.

History repeats itself over and over it seems like, everyone he somehow cares about leaving him alone for one reason or another. It doesn't sting as much this time- mainly because jungkook is a capable young alpha, able to do what he himself couldn't for his own mate back then. This one will listen, this one will stay, protect, and fight.

He didn't.

He would, now.

But he knows himself that there's nothing to forgive when in the end, he would probably do it again anyways.

You're like a phantom limb at this point- gone, but still hurting, mind not comprehending that it can't even hurt without your presence there, three years not enough to heal him. But it does, the remnants of you around him constantly pushing salt into his wounds, never to scar over and at least let him rest.

No.

Because he's dreaming of your wolf again- and again, she's simply sleeping. Waiting.

Just like he does.

This time he's silent as he sits close to her, let's the rain hit his own body as well. he doesn't mind it. You liked the smell of it- before it would rain, and after it did. He himself didn't understand it. Not until you'd explained that it reminded you of him.

'Something that seems like a bad thing- but actually isn't.' you'd said.

if only you knew.

And in this dream too, no one moves. No one returns. No one talks to him.

And maybe that's fine, too. Or is it?

Suddenly, the rain starts to fall stronger than before. The wind stills, but the night darkens- just as the head of your wolf rises, the omega watching something in the distance he can't see. He wants to ask, but he's scared to-

he's terrified.

Especially when your wolf stands up, stretches, forces him to get up too as he walks with her- but she doesn't wait for him.

"no-" he breathes out, realizing what she's doing. She's leaving him.

She's leaving him.

And as he watches the wolf walk through the trees, slowly getting swallowed by the forest surrounding the meadow he dreams of every night, he's left alone. This time, truly so.

You're gone.

And all he can do is fall to his knees, forced to accept that.

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geekgirl750-writes · 6 months

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Random Headcanons for the Scream (1996) Group

A/N Okay so I know I've been promising a bunch of fics and they will be coming...eventually. But right now I have major Scream brainrot so here are some of my headcanons for the characters

Warnings: swearing, mentions of sex, Billy & Stu being misogynistic, mentions of bullying, mentions of cheating, brief mention of alcohol, mention of murder/canon typical violence in Scream

Billy is the oldest and Randy is the youngest

More specifically the birth order goes Billy, Tatum, Sidney, Stu & then Randy

Billy & Tatum's birthdays are both in September and are two weeks apart

Sidney's birthday is in November

Stu's birthday is in late March because in my mind there is no way that man is not an Aries

Randy's birthday is only about a month after Stu's, but Stu uses any chance he gets to bring up the fact that Randy is the "baby" of the group to piss him off

For example:

Stu cuts off Randy during one of his rants about how the sinners are always punished in horror movies because, "What do you know about the sex rules in horror movies, anyways huh?! You're such a virgin, I bet you have wet dreams about Jamie Lee's breasts" Stu chuckles, blowing air in Randy's ear.

"Shut up!" Randy argues back, he feels a blush spread across his face and up to his ears.

"Aww look Billy, the baby's blushing. It is true!" Stu laughs louder.

"I'm not a baby! Your birthday is only 3 weeks before mine!" Randy pouts.

"Whatever you say, baby" Stu sticks his tongue out at Randy, devolving into a fit of laughter at his expense.

Randy has autism (I feel like this one isn't even up for debate)

Stu has ADHD and dyslexia

Tatum isn't a natural blonde:

Her real hair color is a shade of brown slightly lighter than Sidney's. She started dying her hair during junior year because she wanted to stand out more

Speaking of hair dying, Stu definitely bleached his hair sophomore year (think Tim Laflour from Senseless) just to piss off his parents

I wouldn't say Tatum is boy crazy but I think she definitely likes knowing that she can hold a man's attention

I feel like Stu and Tatum haven't been dating that long, having only gotten together about 6-8 months before the start of Scream

I also think Stu is Tatum's first real relationship

I feel like Sidney and Casey Becker would have been besties if they had gotten the chance to get closer

Tatum was always secretly a little insecure whenever Casey got brought up but if she had really gotten to know her they would've been friendly too.

I think Stu used to tell Tatum lies about Casey/ Casey & his relationship to make Tatum jealous on purpose

Literally if it wasn't for Stu then Sidney, Tatum and Casey would've been such an iconic girl group

I think in terms of distance Randy and Tatum live closest to each other, their houses are only a few blocks away from each other near the center of town

Billy also lives close to the center but heading the opposite direction from Tatum and Randy

Sidney's house is closet to Stu's with the two of them living on the outskirts of town in the more rural area.

Group hangouts & movie nights are usually at Stu's place because his house has the most space and his parents are rarely home

Occasionally Randy will host movie nights at his house but not as often as Stu because whenever the group hangs out at Randy's, Martha wants to be included

And while Randy loves his sister, they can't really watch slasher movies and drink beer with a kid hanging around

I think before Maureen was murdered the gang would hang out at Sidney's house a lot too

But after she died, Sidney found it hard to have company over because it reminded her of all the memories she had of her mom, like her baking cookies for Sid & her friends, or all the times she had begged her mom to let Tatum sleep over on a school night, and now it was too painful to try and create new happy memories in the house since she was gone

Billy always preferred hanging out at Stu's as he was finding it harder and harder to be at the Prescott's house

Each time he walked through the door he could feel his blood boiling thinking about what was going on between Sidney's mother and his father & how much of a slut Maureen was

Okay so I've found myself struggling to figure out how Randy ended up in that friend group

Because for me I think Sidney and Tatum have been best friends for forever, having been friends since the 1st grade

Stu and Billy have also been friends a long time, meeting each other in the 3rd grade when Billy's family moved to Woodsboro and the two instantly clicked.

But Randy... he feels like a bit of an outsider compared to the other boys and I doubt him and Tatum would have been friends first if it wasn't for the fact they already had mutual friends

I think Sidney was the one to introduce Randy to the group:

Like it's the 7th grade and Sidney and Tatum are a school dance (I'm imagining something like the Snow Ball from Stranger Things) and this group of popular guys come running up to them snickering being like "Our friend has a crush on you! This guy wants to ask you out... we're totally like his best friends." And Sidney can tell something is up

She sees the group of boys gesturing to this geeky looking kid sitting by himself all awkward on the bleachers and instantly knows that he's the butt of some practical joke.

"He wants to make out with you! He told me himself!" The leader of the group laughs pointing at Sidney.

"Leave us alone you creeps!" Tatum yells back, pulling her and Sidney away from the boys before they take off laughing.

And then Sidney is just standing there looking at this poor kid alone on the bleachers and before she can stop herself, she's walking over to him

Tatum is just watching her like girl wtf are you doing?!

Sidney sits down beside him and introduces herself

Needless to say Randy is shocked, like why is this cute girl talking to him of all people!?

"Hey I'm sorry those guys are such jerks! Would you like to dance with my friend and me?" Sidney asks pointing to Tatum

And then it's literally love at first sight for Randy.

Randy spends the rest of the night dancing and talking with the girls and Sidney starts to realize maybe this kid isn't all that weird and annoying after all

After the dance, Sidney and Randy start saying hi to each other in the halls or occasionally eating lunch together until it grows into a fully formed friendship

Also just because Tatum wasn't super open to Randy in the beginning doesn't mean that they're not besties now

Because they are!

I see Tatum and Randy being big time gossip buddies

Like Randy is obviously really nerdy so I see him as being the type of guy other people don't really pay attention to

Which means the more popular students will be gossiping right in front of him like he's not even there and Randy's holding on to every single word

Like one time he was sitting in the library only pretending to type up his English essay because the two girls next to him were whispering about how Christina from his biology class had not only gotten knocked up over summer break but how her boyfriend might not be the father because "Casey like totally saw her sneaking upstairs with this scary-looking guy at Steve Orth's 4th of July party"

And Randy is sitting there feeling like his head is going to explode if he doesn't immediately run and share this news with Tatum so the two can swap theories on who the mystery guy is

Stu likes to gossip too but Tatum is selective with what she tells him because he's a blabbermouth and will spread the stories all over school

I feel like the friendship as we see it in the opening of Scream didn't happen right away

Like usually it was just Billy & Stu hanging out and then Sidney & Tatum, or Randy and the girls hanging out separately

It was until freshman year that the 5 of them all started hanging out as one big group as Billy and Sidney got closer

Randy didn't want to admit it to the girls but I think he was happy at first to have some guy friends around

Although tbh Billy and Stu are more like his frenemies at best with how much they like to abuse and tease him

I like to headcanon that Randy was raised by a single mom, with his dad walking on the family when Randy was 8, leaving his mom to take care of him and Martha by herself

Because of this I think Randy can struggle a bit with his masculinity sometimes

I think before the murders he used to look to Billy and Stu as sort of guides on how to be "manly"

But as he got older, like during junior/early senior year, he started to see just how much of misogynistic jerks the two were

I think Randy is closer to Stu than Billy

Like during the rare moments where Stu isn't making fun of him they actually have similar interests in terms of movies and will chat about that

I don't think Randy ever really liked Billy as he always saw him as a sort of competition for Sidney's affection

But I feel like he tried to make an effort to get along with Billy until the start of their junior year:

Billy's mom had left him and his dad under mysterious circumstances a week before the start of the new school year & Billy had been acting a little more off than usual

Randy feeling empathetic towards him and remembering what it was like when his dad left tried to start a conversation with Billy about it:

"Hey, Billy I know we've never been as close as you and Stu but if you want to talk about y'know... your mom" Randy trailed off, glancing at Billy over the door to his locker, Billy's face unreadable. "Look I remember when my dad left I-"

Before Randy could finish his sentence, Billy grabbed him by the shirt collar, shoving him harshly into the wall of lockers.

"Listen shithead! Your father ran off with his cum dump slut of a secretary," Billy sneered his face inches from Randy's, a look of anger in his eyes that Randy had never seen before. "Don't try and fucking act like you understand any of this."

Billy let go slamming him back into the lockers and storming off, leaving Randy scared and speechless.

Billy gave Randy a half assed apology later that day during lunch, saying all the stress at home was getting to him and urged Randy to keep the whole situation between the two of them

Randy agreed but never truly forgave Billy and lost all trust in him after that

Lastly, this might be controversial but I feel like the queer relationship between Stu and Billy was one sided

Like Stu definitely had a crush on Billy

And Billy liked Stu because he was "different" and "understood him", but his feelings towards Stu weren't as strong as Stu's were for him

I kinda feel like Billy used Stu's crush to manipulate him a bit

Like Stu definitely went along with the murders of his own accord because he's sick and twisted and thought they were fun

But I think Billy sold him on this lie of how the pair would be the two sole survivors and they would go on to create a sequel

While Billy cared for Stu, he wouldn't hesitate to kill him if it meant he could get away with his plan as revenge was always what was most important to him

And one thing about Stu is that guy has a big mouth

He could barely go one day without not so subtly bragging about how he and Billy murdered Casey and Steve

I doubt Billy expected him to be able to keep the whole events of the Woodsboro murders a secret for very long

Which is why I think Billy cut him a little too deeply in the kitchen scene on purpose

Stu was just his muscle and lap dog to help him carry out his big plan

Billy always saw himself as the lone "final girl" in his revenge plot so Stu bleeding out from his wounds wouldn't have been that big of an issue to him

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not-poignant · 21 days

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Hi Pia

Your previous post regarding burnout really resonates with me as I'm currently struggling through a mountain's worth of uni assignments.

I hopeyou're being compassionate to yourself where you can. I know you rely on your writing for income but ould cutting down to working on only 2 or 3 fics instead be a viable solution?

Because longterm I don't think that even your insanely impressive skills can hold up to that kind of pressure.

Maybe if you cut back a little you'll be able to enjoy your hobbies again and rest a little more.

I know that I'm not the only reader that wants you to take care of yourself x

Hi anon,

Firstly, good luck with all those assignments! I do not miss the grind of uni when all the assignments suddenly seem due at the same time and it's like 'oh fuck' and it just...is truly exhausting. Remember to take a break after if you can!

I am trying to be compassionate where I can. Working on expanding my capacity / juice left in the tank is actually a big priority with both therapists this year, and it's something I'm actively chipping away at.

Unfortunately cutting down fics is not really something I can do because it would personally stress me out more to put a lot of things on hiatus like that. Underline the Red is already on hiatus, and The Nascent Diplomat on my end is finished, and I'll take a few months off after that before starting the next installment.

Ideally I will be finishing out some fics that will clear my calendar a bit more over time. For example, A Stain that Won't Dissolve won't last forever, and isn't going to be replaced by anything new (Palmarosa will likely slot into that space and I'll be able to work on it more). Underline the Black will be replaced by Underline the Red, and Blue and Gold will be replaced by Underline the Silver.

Eventually, ideally, I'll be working on a smaller and smaller load until I'm at about 2-4 projects (which is how I used to work). Also quite a few of my projects only update once a month or every few months, and that helps a lot. It's just that I have too many fics where I'm on a more regular schedule (Stain, Palm, Black) and normally I only have one or two fics that are on a more regular schedule, so yeah, I am looking forward to that slowing down!

But putting something on hiatus just makes me feel more burdened and overwhelmed than knowing I'm getting closer and closer to wrapping something up. It's just how my brain works! I am a finisher, and while that's really good for not abandoning projects (which is extremely rare for me and tends to only be very short projects or PWPs which I will turn away from), it's less good when I have too many projects lmao. I've gotten better at holding back (there's three fics I'm dying to write right now, which is an Efnisien/Kadek fic that I've already started but not posted anything of, Silver, and Red).

So yeah, I will be cutting back. I've already started. The Nascent Diplomat is no longer on my schedule, which means for the next 3 months while it's still posting, I don't have to write anything for it. That's lovely because I can still share in that world with no extra labour (it's edited and everything). Likewise, Stain and Black are both in their last act/s now. That's still a lot of chapters for both, but it feels good for me to know that both will likely be finished out this year.

But we are getting there! So yeah the view is to cut down on projects, but organically (by finishing out stories and not replacing every single one with new titles, only some of them) rather than forcefully via hiatuses. I mean obviously if I get too sick I will have to go on hiatus and I've done that before, but so far it's looking like I've written enough chapters ahead (most of May is written) that I can take about 2 weeks off from writing in April, and that will help a great deal as well. :)

Anyway, take care with your assignments too! I do not miss that part of uni at all

#asks and answers #personal #pia on writing #i have actually enjoyed stories where i only update once a month #like constellations and TND #as well as something more regular like Black #and something a bit different like Blue and Gold #a big problem - which is frankly a lovely problem to have - is that i'm so *excited* to work on all these stories truly #none of them bore me or disinterest me #even the ones i'm not working on right now #i'm so enthusiastic about all of them #i just need to get better at patience which my ADHD brain finds frustrating #but i am getting there!#just getting TND finished feels lovely #like bittersweet but also lovely #and it will continue to feel that way as i shave off at the schedule #to get back to something more human #i appreciate you anon - make sure you're taking care

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anarchycox · 10 months

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So, I'm not sure if you've touched on it in a post before or not, but as a person who posts fanfic to AO3, what kind of comments do you prefer? The ones that are a simple this is really great/love this, or the ones that might be closer to a review/essay on the work, or a happy medium?

Or do all positive comments have equal weight, in your opinion?

Thank you so much for such a great question. Thinking about it, it has two answers really.

The first is this: legit every single comment (that isn't hate or just offering 'constructive criticism' because that's a whole other issue we aren't talking about here, this is preference) brings me joy.

I mean it. If you leave me a heart or a keysmash I love it. You use the extra kudos script, I love it. A short "this was great" I love it. Full paragraphs about what you loved - I love it.

People should not worry about 'getting an A' in comment leaving. Simple but sincere is the stuff that is amazing.

"This made me happy" "I was a wreck reading this chapter" "What the fuck what the what the fuck!" "Well that was hot as hell"

Anything along those lines is wonderful and amazing, but I do cherish even just getting a heart.

So I prefer any comment no matter how small to no comment at all.

But I do have an inspiration board where I write with some of my favourite comments I've gotten written on it to keep me going when a story is getting little to no response.

They aren't elaborate comments, just ones phrased in ways that really made me feel like my writing matters to someone. A couple on the board are:

I quite like your reckless approach to absurdity.

Completely unhinged (compliment).

The patented "chaos but sweet".

You write many good words in many good order. Top Thumbs.

It was worth every second of my life I spent reading this.

Bylaw got called on me I was laughing so much.

I want to grind this up and drink it like soup.

These weren't part of larger comments or if they were there was a sentence or two more but not much more than that. Heartfelt, unique, but not shooting for here is a first year essay about why your fic is the best ever.

Every comment means something to writers, even just saying extra kudos. But if you are looking to know what lingers in our minds that we want to roll around in and fucking eat?

Let us know it emotionally mattered to you.

#ao3 #commenting #fandom #we live for comments no matter how small #but the ones that live rent free #are the ones that let us know you were impacted #even in just a sentence #let writers know their work made your day better #or it impacted you in some way

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sapphicscholar · 5 months

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20 questions for fic writers

Thanks for the tag, @lilolilyr!

1. How many works do you have on ao3?

135 fics total!

2. What’s your total Ao3 word count?

2,436,430 words (jfc hahah)

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Ever? Listing them in vague order of when I started writing for them: Supergirl, Wynonna Earp, Chilling Adventures of Sabrina, Grace and Frankie, This Way Up, Once Upon a Time, Madre Solo hay Dos (just on Tumblr), Abbott Elementary, Hacks, and Julia

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

ALL of them are Supergirl from back in the early-ish days of the show when it was a pretty massive (by femslash standards, I suppose) and very active fandom! It's actually so interesting seeing how absolutely nothing I've written in more than half a decade even shows up, since I've largely switched to smaller fandoms since then.

But the top 5 fics by kudos are:

Stronger Together, a collection of one-shots for various Supergirl ships (with a few gen fics mixed in), which has nearly 5k kudos (WILD to me as someone now in a fandom with maybe 25 people total haha)

Welcome to the Gayborhood, my first ever fic, a looong Sanvers and Supercorp professor AU that still keeps the alien/supernatural elements of canon

6,500 miles away...but getting closer, a Sanvers epistolary fic that my wife and I actually co-wrote and posted 1 letter/email per day every day for many months

Noise Complaint, a Sanvers next-door neighbor AU that, hilariously, given its placement in the top 5 here, is what catalyzed a series of events that led to me very much leaving the fandom (and fandom writ large for nearly a year)

Supercat Sanvers 2020, a Sanvers and Supercat political AU that was maybe one of the last long-form works I wrote before moving out of DC!

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I really try to! Sometimes if it's from a person I know well, I end up responding via DMs, esp if there are questions about what comes next, plotting elements, etc., that I don't necessary want everyone to see while the fic is still being posted, but mostly I try to respond on AO3. I've gotten a bit worse in the past few years just because I'll manage to eke out a bit of time to write, which puts me behind on my work, and then I don't leave myself time to respond, and by the time I DO have time, it feels awkwardly late to do so. But even if I don't respond, I absolutely love/cherish/adore/etc. every single kind comment I've ever been given <3

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Forgoten, but not Gone - a Sanvers amnesia AU set post-breakup that's heavy on the angst with a rather ambiguous ending. I got talked into writing a part 2 that resolves the angst haha, but taken on it's own it's definitely my angstiest ending!

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Huh idk! Most of my fics end on fairly happy, if a bit open, endings. I'm not a big fan of having all the loose ends tied up, and I realllyyyy don't do the marriage/2 kids/white picket fence epilogue, so I guess maybe the political AU has to be up there because it actually envisions a world where a queer woman wins the presidency on a progressive platform, and that feels rather utopian 🙃

8. Do you get hate on fic?

Not in a while, though I used to back in the days, like super vitriolic shit (big fandoms with too-big emotions, man... which has really kept me away maybe forever from those kinds of fandoms!)

9. Do you write smut?

Haha very much so. I've written and posted before about why, but I really believe there's so much interesting character work and exploration that can be done by exploring characters' pleasures, their desires (both thwarted and realized), their fantasies, etc. Obviously smut isn't the only way to do this, but fanfic feels like one of the few venues where it's a real possibility!

10. Do you write crossovers?

Nah, not really. I've written a handful of bring characters x and y into the universe of another show fics, but that feels mostly different. Every so often I'll borrow vague character outlines for tertiary characters in other fics just to see if folks recognize them (had Grace Hanson as a grumpy background character in a Sanvers fic set at PT for instance hah)

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Once or twice, but we got them taken down

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yeah, one of my SG fics was translated into Russian! I'm not sure if it's still up (tbh I can't recall which one; it's been a long time!) I've also had a couple podfics now made of my fics, one of which I still need to go listen to when I get the time!!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yeah! The long-form Sanvers epistolary fic my wife and I co-wrote together, and a group of Supercat authors got together and did a delightfully chaotic round robin, each writing one sentence, then setting a timer for the next person to write the next sentence, etc., until we had Intergalactic Standard Cuddling

14. What’s your all-time favourite ship?

Oh man, I really don't know that I have a favorite! I really appreciate what various ships can offer me at different times - there are certain themes that make sense to explore with one pairing but not at all with another, or certain AUs that work in one fandom but not really in another. Basically, if a show is giving me multiple female characters who interact in canon in ways that go beyond existing near each other, I'm intrigued, and if these characters actually get depth and complexity, I'm probably in! There are, however, some ships that I might not end up feeling fannish/creative about even though I love them as ships (I talked a lot to @trying-to-get-somewhere-real about this recently, actually!), so it's hard to name a favorite when the metrics get all wonky!

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but probably won’t?

I don't want to say never, but I have a Cat-centric fic that'll end on Supercat that just has a lot of angst that coincided with a period of unexpected loss and grief in my own life in ways that have made it really hard to get back into even now (it just feels so...enmeshed with that moment, even though the timing was utterly coincidental)

16. What are your writing strengths?

I think I do a good job with dialogue and getting characters' voices down - I'm really into the character side of things (which is also what gets me invested fannishly in shows! I want a show that cares about developing their characters first and foremost vs. a show where plot takes priority)

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Certain kinds of action scenes haha - also I tire easily of writing things that feel repetitive to things I've done/written before (this was more of an issue when I took prompts)

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

Largely, this isn't something I've had to deal with much outside of maybe a few phrases and sentences from multilingual characters. I've talked before about how it was actually the language/translation barrier that kept me from writing for Madre Solo hay Dos. I don't speak Spanish, and getting a show entirely via the Netflix-provided translations meant 1) I was fairly certain there were some word choice/dialect peculiarities I was missing, and 2) I couldn't catch the rhythms of their speech, the cadence of their voices at least in ways that corresponded to the specific words. For me, voice matters so much, and it really felt like a barrier to not have access to the source language because I felt like I couldn't do these two women justice!

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Supergirl

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

Oh I've answered this elsewhere with 2-3 works, and tbh I don't think it's changed since then! I'm actually far more interested in others' favorite fics of mine because it's so interesting to think about the question of *what* sticks with a person from yours (it's often so idiosyncratic!!)

I'm getting to this pretty late, so I won't tag anyone, assuming many people already have been, but if ya see this and want to participate, feel free to give me a tag! I always love seeing people talk about their own writing :)

#fandom things #tag meme #fic writer asks

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fawn-eyed-girl · 2 years

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Hi Fawn! Do you have any inukag fics that you have enjoyed reading recently and that you would recommend? :)

Hello sunsetskys, dear! Thank you so much for the ask!

Here is a list of a dozen InuKag stories that I've read in the past few months that have really captured my attention. Fair warning; this list runs a little bit on the angsty side, because that's where my heart does lie (I'm a sucker for a good dark and angsty story), but I tried to give you a little bit of fluff to make up for it!

It's a long list, so it's below the cut, but I hope you find some of these as enjoyable as I have!

The Art of Falling in Tandem (E; ongoing) by @shikonstar

After several years away, Kagome believes she is over Inuyasha and is finally ready to accept him as just a friend. And what could be the best way to prove this? Moving in with him, of course! She can handle it, right? The close contact. The intensity of his eyes. The shirtless.....well. She might have overestimated herself.

B-Side (T; complete) by hakomorebi (Ao3)/@serial-doubters-club

Inuyasha is a photographer assigned to cover a local music festival. When one of the performers sings a song written by his mother, a song only the two of them could possibly know, his world is turned upside down. Inuyasha may have to come to terms with the fact that his mother kept a secret that she took to the grave.

The Closest Moment to Dawn (M; ongoing) by @classysassy9791

They named her Kagome after finding her injured and unconscious on the subway. Suffering from amnesia, she recuperates under the care of a semi-retired surgeon and a fresh young doctor. But when dark and violent flashes of her past come back to haunt her, Kagome begins to wonder if her past was worth remembering. Especially when a man she doesn't recognize quite literally lunges into her life, accusing her of murder.

Don’t Judge a Book By Its Cover (series; ratings differ) by @superpixie42

Kagome Higurashi wanted to be anywhere but at the grungy bus station at 6am with her screaming infant. But when the local delinquent turns out to be a total sweetheart, maybe things aren't as bad as they seem to be. The story of how one act of kindness deserves another, and how strangers became closer than family.

The Ghost of the Higurashi Shrine (M; ongoing) by @elkonigin

After helping her grandfather on a regular, run-of-the-mill-excorcism-turned-blessing (it's better if you just don't ask questions, well maybe you should, Kagome didn't and look at where it's gotten her so far), Kagome finds that things, well, weird things, are happening in her home and around the shrine, in addition to some other places that really just don't make sense. Kagome doesn't consider herself brilliant by any means, she's barely passing as it is, but she's pretty sure that this mess isn't normal.

Go Away, Dad! (M; complete) by @neutronstarchild

There are times when the difference between human and demon traditions is stark. And right now, with Tōga’s prouder-than-sin grin at his naked son and Izayoi’s abject horror at her idiot husband, Inuyasha can only hope that Kagome is the understanding type.

Haunted (M; complete) by @witchygirl99, @wolfcry77

“Why are you here?” Kagome whispers to him.

“Haunting you, I guess,” he replies.

“Will you stop?”

“Don’t know how.”

That gets him a sharp look. He can feel that dark gaze boring into him. “What do you mean?”

“Trust me, I don’t want to be here with you, either,” Inuyasha states, practically growling. “You think I want to be reminded of my—” Death. Of his death. “But wherever you go, I’m pulled there. No fucking idea as to why.”

Agent Kagome Higurashi kills Agent Inuyasha Taisho in action. Neither let go.

How Does Your Garden Grow? (M; ongoing) by @dawnrider

An Ingary-esque AU: Kagome, the newest generation of caretakers of the Higurashi House, finally starts to feel like her garden and business is thriving with the help of her friend Jinenji. Their routine is thrown off by the arrival of an injured visitor who does not want to be found…

How to Train Your Dog Demon (M; ongoing) by @anxietyaardvark

Izayoi is tired of Inuyasha's excuses. All he does is work; despite his protests, she knows he's lonely. She decides to get him a companion to get him out of the house, and when she finds a no-nonsense dog trainer with great reviews, ulterior motives take over.

Once Upon a New Moon’s Nonsense (T; complete) by @mrfeenysmustache

A lot has changed over the centuries, and where once his kind was hunted, now they’re just… tolerated.

And well, Inuyasha is lonely.

For one night a month, Inuyasha gets to be wholly human instead of half, and he takes full advantage, lining up dates weeks in advance in the hopes of finding someone sweet and accepting who will potentially love him Hanyo heritage and all, and he has the perfect spot for wooing- a local restaurant with the comfiest atmosphere, cheapest drinks, best food, and cutest waitress.

But that’s NOT why he goes.

It’s not.

It is.

Sense and Sensibility, an Inuyasha Retelling (T; ongoing) by @kalcia, @ruddcatha

When their father dies, the Higurashi sisters Sango and Kagome suddenly find their fortunes changed overnight. The sisters begin to find their own paths, as one learns to step away from the practical to learn to dream with the help of the dashing Miroku, and the other sees the importance of stability in a world of fancy with the steadfast Inuyasha. An adaptation of the Jane Austen Novel Sense and Sensibility.

Willow (E; ongoing) by @lavendertwilight89

Kagome had been planning to move to the States for years and when she graduated and got a job offer in LA, she hopped on a plane and was reunited with her best friend Inuyasha. What they hadn't realized was the growing concern over COVID-19 and the eventual shut down and mandatory quarantine of the world could ruin Kagome's plans. When Inuyasha comes up with a plan to keep her in the country, will she accept?

#fic recs #sunsetskys #asks and answers #fawnie's recs #inukag #inuyasha x kagome

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The reason the rest of Seasons went up is that I figured I'd better just do it before I lost all drive to share ever again and didn't at least complete Seasons for the remaining readers. It's the only thing I've written (outside of fandom) that has gotten much attention. It was nice, and I really appreciate that anyone would read it. But outside of that, I cannot get more than the tiniest handful of people to care about what I write, and it has been that way for years. It's discouraging, I'll be honest. My already-low confidence keeps taking beatings. I used to be more active with fandoms and posting fics, but one fandom/ship soured the experience for me. (Long story short, a lot of that ship's writers were bullied out by much more prominent writers. One of those popular writers mocked content from my fics in vaguetweets every time I posted, and I couldn't keep calling it a coincidence after a while.) I'd hear "you only write manbabies" (yeah more than once) and "you write too much of this" or be told my characterization wasn't realistic. But mostly? It just goes ignored. So I think, "I have to work harder and be better so people will be interested in reading it."

I don't know how other people manage to get word out about their writing. AO3 is great for sharing what I don't plan to publish/what can't be published, but what about what I do want published? I want to be a career author. And I struggle bc I'm dealing with problems that have a hand in worsening each other: financial struggles, living with my shitty parents, and bad health/disabilities. I need something in my life to work out for once. The pressure is on to be successful at something, but I just keep getting older and physically worse. My friend is willing to take me in when they find a place, we hope that's this year, but I can't live off of them, and I can't just sometimes cook and clean when I have spoons to make up for that. I need an income. I want writing to work out. But it just dies on my social media, with very few interactions, if any at all. I had a ton of stuff I wanted to finish for Seasons this month and into October to share with everyone in my excitement. But I'm losing my will to share anything. I only feel foolish when I try. Everything I do only proves my critics right, so it's embarrassing. Why even bother to try? It's been fourteen years of trying to get anything I write seen. I don't plan to stop writing btw, it's the sharing that's so difficult. I've been told countless times to write for myself when I express my despair, and guess what? That's good advice I've been taking this entire time! Who else could I be trying to please at this point? I have no one to please lmao, it's just me doing stuff I wanna do! The reaction to the ending of Seasons has me hesitant to give up on sharing, bc clearly lots of people connected to it in different ways, and that's wonderful. It makes me think sharing isn't so bad! But I just don't know if - at my age and health - if I can keep trying. I have two books I want to self-publish soon, and they feel like they'll just end up like everything else I post over at @mcalhenwrites - 6 notes and 5 of them are my reblogs! (And it's the same across all social media platforms - or it's even worse.) I'm really thankful that sharing Seasons gave me a taste of what it was like to connect with people through my writing, though. I don't think any of the people who commented or sent me asks realize how much it really helped me through this year, but it did. I started to have a little hope that maybe it wasn't a skill issue on my part, at least? ;A; And here's the thing: I don't really hate my writing all that much. I just fear it's got things wrong with it that I can't recognize, and that's what's putting potential readers off. I do believe my hard work shows, but hard work =/= good enough. My style is getting closer to the skill level I dreamed of having. I'm proud of my characters. But what's missing? I know that being a creator of any kind - even professional - is extremely tough, especially right now. I know this is a struggle for a lot of authors, artists, etc. :'( I just... I want to write as a career so I can keep doing more of it. I rarely have the spoons to keep up with anything. Writing is flexible. I love doing it! I just want to explain how I feel and what I'm dealing with, and why I'm so desperate. If you read this, know that it really helps creators to have our work recommended, boosted, etc. Authors matter as much as artists. I've been trying to train myself for the nth time to not be online and talk about my writing in any capacity. It hasn't worked before - I'm always too stupid to commit to giving up - but at what point in 14 years of complete failure with a side of humiliation does one just learn to give up? And to give some further insight into my thinking process: when I uploaded the remaining chapters, I put Seasons in my private collection (which holds 87 of my works out-of-bounds to anyone but me) so I could upload all the chapters without risking annoying my subscribers. Since 11 chapters in one night is a bit much, eh? :') Ugh, idk why tumblr won't let me edit anything or post long stuff. So I'm cutting this short I guess!

#this is a bit of a long post sorry

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Oh my goodness, your wips! But for the game: Even Bad Wolves can be Good 😁

WIP Ask Game

Congratulations, you've found one of my few non-SGA fics and also the secret Double Jeopardy question!! I technically have 2 ideas that I've used this title for.

Technically the first one was an SGA fic in my "my name forevermore" series. The file corrupted and I lost the part I'd written and then just... never rewrote or tried to finish it. it was about a team-up between a group of Genii and a Wraith hive to destroy Atlantis and the alliance they are building. In order to infiltrate Atlantis, the Genii spy and the Wraith operative he's paired with have to pretend to be friends even though they despise each other. And of course they end up actually liking each other quite a lot and decide not to sabotage the city and instead help stop a different plot.

The actual file that's still in my WIPs is the 1 of my 1.5 Teen Wolf fics! if you're not familiar with Teen Wolf I can't recommend it, the show is a goddamn mess. Like, the writing is shit and anything good about it is because of the actors being amazing. But my favorite character is Peter Hale.

He is very much like if you took Todd and smushed him together with Spike from Buffy: he's a werewolf, a murderer, has a shit ton of trauma and baggage from his family being murdered, but the show lets him quip a lot and hang around more often than Todd. After being the s1 main antagonist, by s3 he kind of turns into the weird friend who sometimes helps the MCs (usually when it involves murdering people).

I'm really interested in D/s dynamics; specifically the dynamics of submission and especially when powerful characters choose to submit to characters who are physically weaker. At the time I started writing the fic I was really into Steter (Peter/Stiles) so the fic is about them. Um, Stiles is 16 and Peter is like 30? So if you don't like that stop reading now.

My fic idea was that both characters are at a location investigating a big bad and they get caught. To get them out of the situation, Stiles pretends that he came there to fetch Peter, who (as a supernatural creature) belongs to him and is being a wayward puppy. He's not sure Peter's going to go along with his spur of the moment insane plan, but Peter thinks it's hilarious and plays along wholeheartedly, even giving Stiles a blowjob. They're both surprised by how much they enjoy the dynamic, and Stiles is more than a little freaked out by how much Peter enjoys it.

I'm not sure how to finish it, and overall I'm not satisfied that I've captured the characters properly, but you can read an excerpt under the cut if you're interested!

Stiles marches into the room and, posture and voice confident and authoritative, says to Peter, “Kneel.”

The door opens and Stiles of all people is standing there. He smells sharp with nervous energy but appears outwardly calm, his expression focused. One of Hadrian’s goons is standing near him, but Stiles isn't bound or being manhandled into Peter's prison, so it seems safe to assume he's there of his own free will. His eyes snap to Peter, but far from relaxing at finding Peter his nervous energy spikes.

It seems that Stiles, clever thing that he is, has figured out what happened and has managed to finagle a way into getting to Peter, probably in order to see if he can get Peter indebted to him by getting him free. Of course it's just as likely Stiles has gotten himself in over his head and this is going to end badly, but either way Stiles is pretty smart. Peter remains silent, waiting to see if Stiles has a plan.

Peter has had years to learn how to hide his honest reactions, which is good because his immediate reaction is to laugh. He’s able to retain his outwardly unaffected expression, but inside he’s thinking. He is amused, and he trusts Stiles; if Stiles thinks this is going to work then he’s willing to go along with it and see how it plays out. Peter walks the few steps forward that bring him closer to Stiles and drops to his knees, hands clasped behind his back.

Stiles inhales a shaky, stuttery breath, and Peter knows the boy hadn’t been sure he was going to play along. It makes his respect for Stiles go up even more; if Peter had refused, it’s extremely likely that Stiles wouldn’t have lived through the next five minutes, given Hadrian’s goon with the gun waiting near the door. Stiles raises his hand to cup Peter’s face, and Peter turns into the touch, inhaling Stiles’ scent.

“Can you do this?” Stiles asks under his breath.

Peter grins, his eyes flashing. “Green,” he murmurs back. The situation doesn’t allow for much communication, especially on his part, but he hopes that is enough to tell Stiles that he’s willing to follow the boy’s lead, and that Peter’s aware of what might be expected of him in this deception.

Stiles’ breath stutters again, but he nods. His hand moves from Peter’s cheek down to his throat.

Peter leans back, letting Stiles’ fingers close around his throat. The boy’s fingers are cold; Peter closes his eyes and parts his lips in what he hopes is a very submissive expression. It's likely they're being observed by more than the single goon, and that Stiles is demonstrating his "control" to Hadrian via surveillance.

Petr feels the spike of Stiles’ arousal and fights a pleased grin. While not in the habit of considering teenagers as sexual partners, Peter respects Stiles and finds himself suddenly interested in further exploring this dynamic between them. First thing though is to get rid of their audience.

Stiles pulls his hand back and says sharply, “Come.” Turning on his heels he walks out of the room.

Peter stands and follows him.

#answers #my writing

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perexcri · 1 year

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As a fic writer, how do you stay positive and not stress yourself out with constantly comparing?

I've been really struggling with that. I start spiraling when a certain chapter doesn't get as many comments as usual, comparing my hit counts and kudo counts to other fics, and it's really not healthy but I'm struggling with knowing how to stop, how to just be happy and proud of the response I've gotten. Any thoughts or suggestions would be much appreciated.

ahhh hello anon!! apologies as this will probably be long alsjdlkasj, so i'm gonna put my answer under the cut~ 💜💜💜

first of all, i'm sorry that's something you're struggling with right now, and i'm here to tell you that i struggle with it all the time too, as i'm sure almost all fic writers do. which isn't to say your pain isn't any less - just know that you're not alone :]

it's something i struggle with, but tbh, i think it's just gotten less painful because of lots (and i mean LOTS) of exposure to it lol. half of the time i'm posting on ao3, it's me stumbling up to the posting portal's doorstep with a bloody nose and two black eyes, barely able to stand on my own, waving my fists around going "yEAH i can go another round!!"

here, let me tell you a story:

ok, so i started writing this fic called to hell and back again in like August of last year, right? and it was a silly little byler fic for me - just picture me typing away at my keyboard and going "hahahah but what if they got trapped in the UD but it was like a ROMCOM??" anyway, flashforward three weeks later, and suddenly it starts getting a lot of attention, and i start seeing it shared around. and then, for the rest of my time posting that fic, it had a lot of attention. i got very used to each of my updates getting like 20 comments, bare minimum. it was exciting, but also scary, because i was starting to go through a Not Great time in my own mental health, and i could see the cliff coming the closer that fic drew to a close.

so that fic ended with a bang, it had a lot of attention, etc. but before i'd finished writing it, i had come up with another fic idea and started working on it. i thought the concept was super interesting, and i was really excited about the emotional themes i was gonna get to explore in it, which, coming off of to hell and back again, where i had been so scared for it to end, i was excited about because i had something to look forward to again! plus, a bunch of people had commented on to hell and back again and said they'd gladly read anything else byler-related i would write. so, i was excited, wrote 70k of a fantasy au, and when i posted the first few chapters, i didn't hear a whole lot back. some, but definitely not as much as i had been used to (even though that other fic was more an anomaly than the norm tbh). every update just made me feel awful because i felt like people were looking at this thing that i'd put a lot of my heart and soul into and going "eh i think i'll pass." which is fine, of course, because i shouldn't expect people to automatically read something i write simply because i wrote it, right? it didn't change the amount of pain and embarrassment i felt posting it and maybe getting one or two comments, though

but i kept posting!! at that point, i'd worked too hard on it to give up on posting it just yet, so i kept it up, and i was grateful for the people who did leave kind words, even if i truly did feel embarrassed crawling onto ao3 once a week and posting chapters in a fantasy au it felt like very few people actually cared about. eventually, i hit a point where i was stuck on the writing, and i figured that a lot of people weren't reading it anyway, so what if i just let it fade out, yeah?

well, then my own mental health woes kinda leveled out (medication is a beautiful thing✨), and even though that fic still wasn't getting a whole lot of engagement, i kept working on it, and a few people did eventually find it that became super invested in it. this fic is a flower that resembles you, btw, and there's a reason why it's been gifted to 4 people: i legitimately wouldn't have finished it without just having those few regularly there to encourage me and offer their predictions for what they thought the next chapter would hold. they're the only reason i was able to get myself to finish it. even better, i've made a lovely friend because of this fic that i now talk with every day, and i wouldn't have had them come into my life without that fic. and now that it's been finished for about a couple of months, i've received several lovely and thoughtful comments from other readers about how it's made them feel. people have made art for it - hell, somebody just wrote a song for it!

this is still one of my least kudosed fics btw. it's not my most popular, but for the people who have read it, it's really resonated with them.

idk if this anecdote is helpful at all, so i'll just condense it to this: as long as it's not completely destroying any joy you receive from creating, don't stop posting. that's honestly my best advice, to just keep posting and writing, and know that your story will find the right people that it's meant to find. if it hits a point where it's seriously affecting you, then take a step back from it so you're not causing yourself pain, but if you can go on posting, i think, in the end, you come out the winner, no matter how many people interact (and at least that pesky little voice in your head telling you you're not good enough doesn't get to win, right?)

and i know that's really contrite and the thing everybody says: just keep at it! even if it's hard! unfortunately, the lesson i've learned the past year is that that thing everybody says is, for better or worse, pretty truthful. if you stop, it won't get any better; if you keep going, though, you never know what will come from it

and that's just it: ultimately, you never know how a story will hit with people or what will come from posting! i know it helps me to remember that i can't predict the future, nor can i in any way make people react to what i write in a certain way. once it's out there, it's out there, and it's up to The People to decide how they feel about it

and i've found that there's a certain flavor of joy i have with my least-kudosed/commented/bookmarked/what-have-you fics that i don't necessarily have with my others. i appreciate and love when people interact with any of my works, but i've found that the responses on my least popular fics tend to be a lot stronger or lead to interesting conversations with others. so i guess that's another thing that's helped me, too: realizing that it's not necessarily about how many people find your work so much as who, because when somebody finds your work who really needs it, or, conversely, somebody finds your fic that you really need to meet (as was the case with my aforementioned fantasy au), i think that's more fulfilling than worrying about how many people are seeing my fics

...which isn't to say that i don't worry about those things. believe me, i very much do, because when you create something and share it somewhere, obviously you want people to interact with it, right? and it's been especially difficult since i had a fic get kinda big so early on in my posting, but i'd like to think i'm getting better. hell, if you like at my ao3 profile, all the fics listed on my page right now don't even break 100 kudos 😆 it's almost kinda freeing at this point, and even though these worries still trouble me, i'm trying to slowly beat them out of me through lots of practice (i.e., posting) and patience (reminding myself that the right people will find my work when they need it!)

i hope this was helpful!! and sorry for rambling about myself - when i'm upset, one of the most comforting things i can be told is that somebody understands what i'm going through, so that's what i tried to do for you!! you're not alone, and i hope things can get better for you.

i know you're on anon, so no pressure, but if you'd like, i'd love it if you sent me your work so i can read it 🥺 you could send me another ask or a just dm me, if you're comfortable!! i'd just love to give your work some love since i know what you're going through right now, and i know it can suck a lot~

anyway, i am sending you much love anon!! i look forward to reading your work, if you're so inclined to share :] 💜💜💜

#ask #i am. so sorry this became a book #i just had lots of Thoughts #much love to you anon 💜

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considerablecolors · 2 years

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alright i'm back again with another fic from @teethworm 's werewolf au, this time with a splash of chimera curtwen thx to @the-buttspie

typical saf & werewolf au angst warnings apply, plus a small instance of self harm, stay safe!!

enjoy! (also on ao3 as usual :D)

Owen's not sure he even remembers what started it, this time, but he's not sure it actually matters, because once again, he and Curt are standing in the living room of the cramped flat Chimera has provided them with, fighting.

They've been arguing back and forth for about twenty minutes now, and all because Owen had dared to suggest that-

"You enjoy it, Curt, honestly, stop acting like you don't-"

"I don't enjoy what we're doing," Curt practically spits. "I hate it! I- goddammit, Owen, I'm haunted by it!"

Owen closes his eyes and takes another sip of the tea in his hand, chuckling.

"What?"

"Nothing," Owen says smoothly, an amused glint still in his eyes.

Curt growls. "What, Owen?"

"It's just..." Owen sets his cup down, thinking. "In my experience, there are many things that can haunt a person. It can be a thing you regret, certainly. But sometimes-" He pauses, looking at Curt curiously- "Sometimes, it's a thing you miss."

Curt swallows, uncomfortable. "I don't know what you mean."

Owen smirks. "Sure you don't, love." He crosses his arms. "I've seen the way you act, after an assignment. You're unhappy, sure, but I don't think it's the killing that makes you unhappy. I think it's the fact that it took you this long to realize the right thing to do.

That's the wrong thing to say, clearly, because Curt's head snaps up towards Owen's, glaring. "It is not the right thing! Chimera isn't the right thing!"

Owen scoffs. "And why do you say that, love? Because the A.S.S. told you to? Tell me, Curt, when's the last time you actually thought for yourself?"

"Fuck you."

"Not an answer, is it? You're their loyal little guard dog," Owen drawls, "And that's great, really dear, but do you know what happens when a guard dog gets too protective and starts attacking everyone that glances at him the wrong way?"

Owen leans forward, baring his teeth.

"They get put down."

Curt's face splits open, full of hurt, before closing up again. "Well," He hisses, "At least I lasted longer than you did."

Owen snarls, ready to retort, but just barely manages to force himself to walk away, storming into the kitchen before he says something he really regrets.

By the time Owen feels calm enough to come back in, Curt's turned. It's not that big of a shock, really. Curt's always been emotionally inept, and ever since The Incident, it seems like he's only gotten worse.

What does give Owen pause, however, is the blood on one of Curt's front paws. Owen looks closer, then jerks back, catching site of the bite mark.

"Oh for Christ's sake, now look at what you've done," He huffs.

Curt's head tilts down to look, as if just realizing.

Owen hurries over, grabbing Curt's paw, but drops it immediately when Curt whines, softening. "I'm sorry," Owen frowns, "I know it's not an intentional thing. But you've got to be more careful, Curt, honestly! This is the second time this week. I thought you'd gotten better at noticing before..." Owen gestures vaguely.

Curt looks away, not bothering to reply.

Owen sighs, picking up Curt's paw again. "It's alright. I'll... Take care of it."

He reaches behind the couch, pulling a first-aid kit out and opening it. For a few minutes, it's silent, Curt's typical rambling missing due to his transformation. Still, Owen's used to treating wounds amidst chatter, so he finds himself filling it.

"I wasn't trying to be harsh earlier," Owen murmurs, not looking up. "I'm... I'm sorry if I came across that way. But I just- I still know you, Curt. Trust me, I know a lot's happened these past few years, but I still know you- and bloody hell, I hate it when you act like I don't."

Curt huffs, glaring up at Owen.

"Huff all you want, but we both know that I'm right." Owen looks at Curt determinedly. "I know you, Curt, and you're a man defined by his morals. If you decided mint chocolate chip ice cream was wrong, waterboarding and the guillotine wouldn't get you to eat it. If you were really as against Chimera as you like to say, you wouldn't be doing it. You would've shot me on that staircase and been done with it."

Curt whines, pawing at Owen. "I'm not saying I wanted that to happen! I'm just saying that I think A.S.S. taught you to do certain things, and then taught you to feel bad about doing them when you shouldn't."

Curt fixes Owen with a look.

"I'm serious! How is what we do any worse than what anyone else does? Honestly, what's so evil about Chimera? What's terrible about trying to make a better world?"

Curt hits Owen's head with his tail.

Owen rolls his eyes. "You can get peeved all you want, but I've asked you that question a million times and you've never been able to answer me. Just admit it- the only reason you're so against Chimera is because they're against the A.S.S., and you still can't admit that they've been treating you like rubbish since the moment you joined them."

Curt growls, biting Owen's arm just harshly enough for it to leave a mark.

"Ow, fuck!" Owen bolts up, glaring.

Curt glares right back.

"Fucking Christ, fine! I'll shut up and let you be a prat, then!"

Curt huffs, swishing his tail moodily.

Owen glares at Curt for another minute before groaning.

"I just-" Owen thuds back onto the couch beside Curt, silent. After a few minutes, he glances over at Curt. "I just don't want this to be as hard for you as it was for me," He murmurs. "Realizing things about the old agencies, I mean."

Curt flops his head onto Owen's lap, ears drooping down. Owen reaches a hand down to pet him.

"Curt... You know we're going to be okay, right?" Owen hesitates, then continues. "I know everything's rather shit right now, but we'll be fine. We've got each other, after all."

Curt whines, ears drooping further.

"We'll be just fine," Owen murmurs, unsure if he's reassuring Curt or himself. "You'll see."

#spies are forever #tin can bros #werewolf curt #werewolf au #cc writes #cc speaks #spytuals

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lunaryugamine · 1 year

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I posted 1,083 times in 2022

That's 647 more posts than 2021!

22 posts created (2%)

1,061 posts reblogged (98%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@metaorigin

@ladyloveandjustice

@the-name-is-loser

@shanastoryteller

@readenheim

I tagged 1,010 of my posts in 2022

Only 7% of my posts had no tags

#funny - 313 posts

#fanart - 257 posts

#so cool - 111 posts

#cale henituse - 99 posts

#signal boost - 86 posts

#trash of the count's family - 85 posts

#spy x family - 52 posts

#art - 43 posts

#kim dokja - 38 posts

#trash of the count’s family - 38 posts

Longest Tag: 134 characters

#death: *calls out his moping and makes a ‘take your brother to work day’ and makes someone immortal just so dream can go on playdates*

My Top Posts in 2022:

So the positive attention I've gotten for my TBHK fic idea of an exorcist!Aoi has kept it in my head and although I'm not going to write the full thing until the manga is over (I've already changed so much from the first fic I posted on AO3 almost two years ago because of stuff revealed in the manga) but I'm sort of obsessed with my character dynamics I've created for Aoi, Akane, and Teru so I'm going to discuss them here using those fun ship dynamic pictures. I will also probably post more fics focusing on their relationships with each other as well as other characters because character writing is one of my favorite things which is why my NaNoWriMo project is focusing on worldbuilding.

Have fun with this!

Some backstory: Aoi and Teru have known each other since they were really little and are WlW MlM solidarity and hostility at the same time.

When Akane comes into the mix when he becomes part supernatural, things differ significantly from manga canon because Aoi isn't going to let Akane flounder in this new world and so comes clean about everything, leading to a dynamic that is healthier because they are honest to each other now and Akane isn't continually confessing to Aoi because he realizes that she isn't going to love him back the way he loves her and his feelings for her slowly fade. It is also unhealthy in a different way because now they are codependent and possessive of each other. It's fun. Teru thinks it's fun, anyway, and pokes at it constantly.

Anyway, because Akane now knows that Aoi is an exorcist, he insists on helping her with exorcisms and refuses the glasses Teru offers him. The three of them begin to regularly work together and it brings them closer with each other.

Onto the ship pictures!

They are all one of these at some point in their relationship. It is a Problem.

See the full post

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It's very awkward having a British student in my class who is unapologetically pro-monarch. When asked by my chorale teacher what exactly the Queen symbolized, she said that she united everyone in the UK, no matter their political beliefs.

As she's a tiny freshman on a completely different continent, I was nice enough not to point her to tumblr to show her all the people in the UK who are celebrating her death.

23 notes - Posted September 9, 2022

So... Latest JSHK chapter...

Obviously we're all very upset about Teru. He cares so much for his brother and they're both so traumatized and, regardless of how he treats supernaturals, he did just push his brother out of danger and Did Not Deserve That.

But, also, why does Number Six suddenly have an accent?

Did he have an accent in earlier chapters? Is this just a weird thing in the translation I'm reading?

Also, sad that Aoi had no lines in this chapter. Let her speak, Aodairo!!!

25 notes - Posted February 19, 2022

I'm honestly shocked how many people don't realize that Helio and Medea kissing isn't an endorsement of their relationship. It's very clear that their relationship isn't healthy and that Medea doesn't care for Helio the same way he cares for her. I mean, when he asks "to console her", she doesn't give an enthusiastic "yes" or even a tepid "sure". She pauses and then says, "If you'd like." She doesn't ask for it.

To be clear, I'm not saying that Helio is taking advantage of Medea like some other people are saying. I think it's honestly the other way around. Medea knows he loves/worships her and indulges his eccentricities, even if it sort of annoys her (like when she repeated called him clingy), because it allows her to keep him under her thumb.

The major difference between Medea and Eros is that she feels guilty about using Helio like this, unlike how Eros feels about using Psyche (or literally anyone else because he's insane).

Medea legitimately cares for Helio. Just not as much as he cares for her.

74 notes - Posted January 15, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Goodbye Jonathan "my good friend" Harker

Goodbye Mina "I am the train fiend" Harker

Goodbye Lucy "polyamorous icon" Westerna

Goodbye Dr John "what are morals" Seward

Goodbye Quincey "shoot a bat" Morris

Goodbye Arthur "money solves everything" Holmwood

Goodbye Dr. Abraham "I am an expert in everything" Van Helsing

Fuck you Count "lizard fashion" Dracula

You will be missed. Except for Dracula.

2,674 notes - Posted November 7, 2022

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ltleflrt · 2 years

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2, 8, 14, 40

Hello my friend! Thank you for playing ;D

2. talk about a notable time a narrative or character has looked you dead in the eyes and said “fuck your plan, here’s what we’re actually doing.”

I already talked about Addicted to You here, but it's not like it hasn't happened more than once lol... Satin and Sawdust wasn't quite as surprising, since I'd already gone through the Addicted to You adventure. But it did not turn out how I planned, at all. I was going to have a Dean/Cas/Meg threesome in that fic. It was the BASIS for the whole story! I wrote the fic BECAUSE I wanted to dump those 3 in the sheets naked and see what shenanigans they got up to.

But as the story progressed and it got closer and closer to when that scene could happen, I realized... oh fuck. Dean and Cas don't want to, and Meg isn't going to go there. Dammit! I had it tagged and warned for and everything, and I had to remove the tags and write a note, because people were waiting for it it. I was bummed, they were bummed, but honestly I think it turned out better for not having the scene. And I strongly hint in the epilogue that it'll happen eventually anyway lol

8. what’s your relationship with constructive criticism and feedback like? do you seek it out? how well do you take it?

Just like any author I love positive feedback from my readers, but I will Marie Condo comments offering "constructive criticism" because i didn't fucking ask you ok.

However, I actually really enjoy working with alpha and beta readers. I can usually tell when I need someone's help, and seek it out. @jupiterjames is my first go to because she's my bestie and we've been helping each other write fic for almost a decade now, so she knows my quirks, and knows when to tell me I'm being stupid and to get over myself. She's also really good at letting me rant my way into figuring out the problem myself, which I think is often what I need most. Sometimes she's a little too positive, and I'm like no it's broken, TELL ME WHAT'S WRONG, and she'll give actual advice on what to change plot-wise, and I'm always hella amused when that happens.

I'll also poke @bendingsignpost for help because we've gotten really good at bouncing ideas off each other, and he almost always comes up with something spectacular that I'm like no no no you should write that, and we end up spending a few hours pouring out ideas on each other's heads. It's fun, and a good writing exercise. Turns out my teachers were right that brainstorming sessions are good for me lol

You've also started to be a really big help for me lately! Thank you for letting me attack you with a wall of text the last few times I got stuck ;D

Obviously criticism isn't all fun and games, but for the people I trust to talk about my work with, I'm fully open to advice on how to fix things I'm doing wrong. There are a lot of improvements I've made over the years because of their help, and I welcome more feedback in the future :D

14. what’s your worst writing habit?

I'll find a favorite phrase and use it too many times in a single story. This is something that jupiterjames has pointed out to me and teased me about, and I'm much more aware of it and more careful of it, but I still fuckin' do it! XD

40. best piece of feedback you’ve ever gotten.

I gave a few examples here, but anyone who says that I wrote a line so good they got angry about it is my favorite person. Oh, you're mad that I evoked emotions? Sorry not sorry, but you have my permission to tattoo that line on your body ;D

#slytherkins #ask box meme

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djinndreamsam · 6 years

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I just want to write something about the coping mechanisms Sam uses. The healthy and unhealthy ones. The daily things he has to do to avoid triggers, whether it’s conscious or not. The way Dean adapts to what Sam needs, knows his patterns and rituals and does his very best to accommodate everything Sam needs.

And I want to write about Sam being set off by something inconsequential and his mind going into a downward spiral he can’t crawl out of before he’s thrown into a panic attack. Or he can’t get out of bed for a week because his mind is too dark. Or he can’t look at food without getting nauseous, or hear Dean’s voice without worrying his whole reality is going to fall apart all over again.

I want to know how Sam makes the most of good days, how he goes on runs before the sun is fully up and stops to appreciate flowers and takes his time stretching because he knows he’ll be sore, it’s been a while since he felt good enough to run this hard without being chased by something.

I want Sam cooking, methodically going through the steps of a recipe and feeling proud of making something delicious at the end. I want Dean trying to cook more too, and only ever making vegetarian things for them at the bunker after the time the smell of cooking meat sent Sam into a trembling, sobbing hysteria.

I want to explore every part of Sam living with the things he’s experienced, and coping in good and not-so-good ways because he’s experienced so much trauma, and that doesn’t just go away.

#sam winchester #my fic #story time #this isn't really fic but it's closer than i've gotten for like a year so...

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lovelytarou · 3 years

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the language of flowers — oikawa tooru

pairing: oikawa tooru x gn! reader

genre: fluff, flowershop!au

tags: flowerboy!oikawa, slowburn, strangers to lovers

word count: 4.06k

a/n: i finally finished this after 2536484 years of procrastination! but thanks to my moots shae and julie for showing support and giving their opinions about this concept hehe. this is the longest fic i've written wow 😳

⤷ summary: the flowershop on the street you frequently walk on going home is a wonder you didn't notice until recently when the smell of flowers caught your attention. deciding to enter it one day out of pure curiosity, you met the owner of the shop and with it, the start of a blooming romance.

life was filled with repeating patterns, certain routines and habits that everybody has gotten used to doing. like the way you always took the same path when going home, passing by the familiar faces you encounter all the time, seeing the similar architecture and landscape that brings some sort of familiarity to you whenever you see it.

your feet stopped in their own accord when a sweet smell invaded your nose. you inhaled deeply, the aroma pleasant and fresh. going a few steps back, you finally saw where it was coming from. the flower shop stood out like a sore thumb in the street with its vibrant flowers that you can see through the clear glass. the sunlight was shining down upon the beautiful flowers and they looked charming even from afar.

you thought for a moment and decided that you'd stop by in the flower shop for a little while. besides, if the smell alone has caught your attention, who knows what else can?

the soft tinkle of the bell on the door signalled your presence. you were simply in awe at the sight of the decorations inside the shop. it was breathtaking. numerous flowers, bouquets, wreaths, and some that you don't know the name about were placed neatly and elegantly inside the shop to let the customers feast their eyes (and noses) upon.

giggles and loud laughter snatched you away from your thoughts, a huddled group of women and men alike are circling over something - or someone? - and they seemed to be too entertained about it than the flowers themselves. chuckling quietly, you shook your head and decided to look around the place more for yourself.

there were buckets and baskets of anemones in pinks, reds, and purple. there were also daffodils, camellias, and tulips of many colors that you can't help but get sucked in by them. you can't think which one to go to first, there are so many! the hanging plants are wonderful as well, they can make for great decoration. the succulents look cute and adorable, it can also be manageable if you find yourself too busy to take care of a plant.

you were too deep in your thoughts, caressing a blue tulip to even notice the sudden silence in the shop and the ringing of the bell at the door that tells you the previous patrons have exited the flower shop and you're now alone. or so you thought.

“beautiful,” a sing-songy, lilting voice spoke from behind you, causing you to jolt from where you're admiring the flower and turned towards the owner of the voice.

if the flowers took your breath away, well he made you get your breath stuck in your throat. he looks like he's not from around him, and simply breathing in his space is something short of disgraceful. you took in his wavy side-swept dark brown hair, and his welcoming eyes of the same color that shone with mischief. his lips are stretched into a smile.

wow, he is really tall. you're surprised he hadn't reached the ceiling of the shop. he seemed pretty intimidating with his height alone, but there's an air around him that screams playfulness.

“ah, i meant the tulips.” he apologized as a blush coated his beautiful clear cheeks, a hand touching his nape.

“oh!” you cleared your throat, immediately bringing the tulip back where it respectfully resides, “yes, they're very wonderful to look at. you have a lovely shop, uh…”

he seemed to perk up at the inquisition of his name, he chuckled to himself before offering his hand.

“oikawa tooru, nice to meet you! and thanks, i do try hard to keep this flower shop presentable for customers like you who have taste.” he winked, walking past you and you followed suit – eyes practically glued to his form as he moved swiftly around his small shop.

“must be difficult to run a business like this all by yourself,” you wondered, fingers brushing against petals that your hand can reach.

it's odd, but staying in there for just a few minutes has brought you a sense of relaxation. as if the flowers all around you and talking to oikawa is such a breath of fresh air.

“well, you get used to it after a while. besides, i have my friends, uh...help me sometimes.” he nervously chuckled, he certainly knew that 'help' means that force his friends to carry things around while blackmailing them and bribing them for lunch, then sure, he had them help him.

you only hummed in response.

he turned around after a while, a pink lily in his hand.

“i think this suits our gorgeous customer, don't you think?” he smirked, handing the flower with a flourish which you took gently – causing your hands to touch and making you feel that slight tingle people talk about in movies and books.

you felt silly about the way your face heats up at the small gesture, your gaze not straying away from the flowers in fear of letting oikawa see his effect on you.

but you can try with all your might, nothing can stop him from already seeing your flushed face. he always does these things to entertain the customers but he found his chest feeling warm staring at you like that.

going back to his place in the cashier, he started to tidy up a bit for the next customers that will visit the shop. his brown eyes kept staring at you from time to time as you walked around, trying to see if there's anything else you could buy along with the lily – but we all know it's just to keep your attention away from him and the fact that he can make your heart race with mere flirting.

“i never really noticed your shop before, and i have walked this street for how many times now.” you droned on, playing with the cute pots on the shelf – some of them were heads of the cliché green alien and other space themed stuff which you find adorable, bringing a fond smile to your face.

“oikawa's flower shop is like a secret garden, my dear customer.” he boasted, spraying freesias on the cashier desk with a smile on his face.

“it truly looks like one,” you agreed, with one final look in the flower shop, you walked closer to the cashier and got out your wallet.

“no, no. it's on the house, lovely.” he beamed, stopping the hand in your bag.

“really? thank you.” your face flushed at the feeling of his hands – the very same one who took care of these beautiful flowers – touching yours.

he recoiled, as if burned. his face painted a deep red like the roses by the windows. both of you looked away, like two magnets of the same sign – coming in contact with each other only to repel.

“well, um, i'll see you around then.” you muttered, breaking the silence.

“yeah, see you.” oikawa smiled warmly. hopefully much sooner, he hoped.

with one last look at each other, you turned around and exited the secret garden. you walked home that day all smiles and giddy, still feeling the lingering touch he has left on your skin, how warm and calloused they felt. maybe from how hard he was working.

you wondered if you'll ever see him again soon.

the second time you visited the flower shop was when you saw oikawa in one of the coffee shops you frequented. it turned out that he usually stops by for coffee and his milk bread when the shop's particularly slow. he asked to walk you home and since you're both taking the same path, you agreed.

he turned out to be a very chatty person – not the kind that will annoy you because they only talk about themselves, but the amusing kind because he has a lot of stories stored inside his big brain full of tales about him and his friends, and occasionally asking about your life as well.

you two had fallen into a comfortable pace as you walked together, sipping both your beverages.

“hey, let's play truth or dare!” he blurted, eyes sparkling in excitement and thinly veiled mischief, a bright smile on his lips.

“really? here? now?” you asked, incredulous. isn't this something people do in parties around a lot of people?

“yeah! it'll be fun,” he shrugged.

“well, okay then.” you sighed, before sipping your drink, “you go first.”

“okay…” he pretended to think hard, eyes darting everywhere as he hummed, “truth or dare?”

“you don't really need to think so hard about that,” you chuckled.

“just pick!”

“alright, alright. truth!” you beamed at him, trying to understand what his brain will cook up to ask you.

“ah, that's easy. what's your name?” oh, that's right. you forgot to tell him back then the first time you went in his flower shop. and so, you told him.

“y/n. what a beautiful name. okay, my turn! my turn!” he excitedly chanted, eyes never losing their sparkle.

you ignored the butterflies that erupted in your stomach the moment he said your name, as if he's taking his time and tasting it around his tongue like a foreign delicacy he hasn't tasted before.

you cleared your throat, averting his gaze as they zeroed in on you, “truth or dare, mr. milk bread?”

“hey, they taste really good, i'll have you know.” he scoffed, before his face morphed back into excitement again, “dare!”

you thought for a moment, there isn't really anything too interesting to do while walking. and then you smirked.

“i dare you to greet the person who will walk this corner as if you knew each other for a very long time,” you grinned devilishly. he gaped at that, before darting his gaze towards the street corner you were talking about.

“y/n-chan, i didn't know you would be the type,” he teased, you were about to retort when a huge, buff man walked around the corner. he looked intimidating, even for you and you wondered what oikawa might be feeling right now.

but you didn't need to wonder about it any longer as he was already walking up to the man, confident and grinning. he raised his hand in the air before slapping the guy on the shoulder.

“hey, long time no see, man! say hello to the wife and kids for me, will ya?” the man gave him a weird look before shaking his head, walking past and minding his own business muttering about 'kids these days'.

once the guy was out of earshot, you and oikawa bursted out in laughter, looking at each other with relief and surprise.

“i thought he was going to pulverize you!” you wheezed in between chortles.

“i know! me too! i thought he'll get mad at me or something,” he threw his head back as he laughed. you stopped your own giggles to stare back at him. he looked radiant as he let himself go, you thought he looked attractive with the way he candidly showed his happiness.

“something wrong, y/n-chan?” you hadn't realized he stopped laughing and was left staring at him. his head was tilted in curiosity as he peered at you in concern.

“not at all!,” you catch yourself, suddenly feeling hot and embarrassed, hoping he didn't notice you ogling him, “where were we?”

“it's your turn now, truth or dare?” feeling bold, you chose dare next.

oikawa gave you a broad smile, his hand extending towards you as if encouraging you to take it, “i dare you to stay a little longer with me in my shop,”

to be honest? you expected him to get back at you and maybe make you do an equally embarrassing (if not more) dare, but you did not expect this.

what you also didn't expect is the fact that you had stopped in front of oikawa's flower shop with your back turned to it. how did you reach there so fast? it seemed like talking and walking with him made time stop. a part of you would like to keep it that way, if only it was possible.

“i would love to,” was your answer. oikawa opened the door to his shop, letting you in first. he then led you near the back of the shop, opening into a wide backyard that resembled a small, gorgeous garden with different kinds of flowers. some even you haven't seen him display in the shop inside.

the two of you sat on the two seated table. you were simply at awe with how ethereal this all looked. your eyes couldn't get enough of all the wonderful colors that it landed on.

“wow,” was all you managed to say, taking in your surroundings and appreciating every nook and cranny presented to you.

“i spent most of my breaks here,” oikawa came back with two glasses of water and placed them on the glass table.

“usually talking to myself and talking to the flowers. i heard it helps them grow faster and makes them more beautiful.” he, too, looked around his small garden with unconcealed pride and fondness. if you looked closer, you could also see the hint of sadness hidden in there.

“you talk to your flowers? that's so cute!” you gushed, hiding your smile behind the glass of water as you sipped it.

“if anything, you're the one who's cute.” he complimented as if it was nothing, eyes boring into yours as his smile widened.

you choked on your water, coughing it up out of surprise and it was the opposite of cute. but his opinions didn't change.

oikawa barked a laugh, reaching over to pat your back soothingly. once you calmed down, you avoided his gaze once again and decided to stare at the sunflowers nearby.

“we should just continue the game,” you decided to divert the topic.

“truth or dare, cutie?” oikawa bit back the grin from emerging on his face. hiding it with a palm propped up on the table.

“d-dare,” you answered without thinking. and oikawa being the little shit he is, took this as an opportunity.

“i dare you to go on a date with me this saturday,” he sincerely declared, eyes not leaving you once. your head whipped back to him so fast, you swear you got whiplash.

you're not one of these flowers and yet you felt the butterflies going wild inside of you.

your heart beat rapidly inside of your chest, pounding hard and ringing in your ears.

“you don't need a dare to get me to say yes,” you reasoned with a wide smile.

oikawa tooru, like his flowers, is a lively, blooming person. you get to know that the moment you agreed to go on a date with him. it followed a few hangouts, and frequent bumping into each other considering this was a small town, afterall. how you haven't noticed such a vibrant person in your life was beyond you.

you see him everywhere, every day in your life right now. in the small bushes that your neighbor has in their garden, the alien and sci-fi movies in the store which were his favorite every time he invited you to watch a movie, the milk bread you saw in the coffee shop you both love to go, and even the characters in the books you love to read. oikawa tooru practically invaded your life the moment you invited yourself in his flowershop and you loved every second of it.

every time you two hang out together, he never misses to bring you any flower. you'd always keep them with you until you come home, placing them in a vase and watering them constantly, taking care of them like how much oikawa takes care of the flowers. you paid no mind to it, only thinking that it was a sweet gesture from him until your friend decided to comment on the fresh flowers on top of your coffee table.

the both of you had known each other for a very long time now and that she's going to get married, she wanted you to be a part of it too. setting down the tea in front of her on the table, you sat down beside her, engulfing her in a hug.

“oh, y/n! i missed you so much! it's been busy with all the planning for the wedding and the people to invite, i still haven't tried on my dress and tasted the cake, it's kind of stressing me out!” she immediately let her sorrows and agony free the moment you let go of the hug.

“speaking of stress, is there anything i could do to help?” you reached for her hand, rubbing it soothingly in circles.

she hummed thoughtfully, sipping her tea to calm her nerves, “now that i thought about it, we still don't know anyone good enough for the flower decorations in the venue,” she pouted, sighing sadly.

a lightbulb lit itself on top of your head, making you perk up, “i know someone who does!”

“really? are they good?” oh more than good, you wanted to butt in but shake your head free of those thoughts.

“of course! he's actually the one who gave me these, he takes real good care of them.” you gestured towards the tulips in your vase. it seems like her eyes lit up and she immediately fell in love with the flowers.

“tulips?! oh, y/n, my dear, he's in love with you!” she squealed in glee, bouncing in her seat like a little kid.

“how did you know that by simply looking at my tulips?”

“giving tulips to someone means a declaration of love, sweetie.” she sighed dreamily, “you might as well plan for your wedding too!”

“don't be ridiculous!” you exclaimed, trying your best not to smile too wide.

you weren't too against on the idea, but you just met afterall. it would be too early for another wedding. even though he never failed to show his affection every time you are together, there's still a lingering doubt whether he did like you in that way.

as promised, you asked oikawa about it the next day, stopping by his flower shop with coffee and his beloved milk bread since it's his break.

“y/n-chan! it's always a pleasure to be visited by you again,” he greeted you, he was attending to a few customers in the store and excused himself before talking to you. your heart swelled with the action, not being able to hide your smile this time.

“tooru, i was just stopping by to ask you a favor. my friend's wedding is getting near and she still doesn't have any flower decorations for the venue. i mentioned you and i was wondering if you're the one who could do it instead?” you bit your lip nervously, fumbling with the paperbag containing the bread as you looked up at him hopefully.

seriously, how can he resist you looking at him that way? your eyelashes fluttering, mouth formed into a pout, eyes shining brightly. you're just asking him to devour you whole. before he knew it, he had leaned in to peck the corner of your mouth.

it completely shocked you to your core. he hasn't done that kind of thing before, always being respectful and never doing anything you didn't want to. but strangely, you weren't mad at him for it. to tell the truth, you kinda wished he kissed you more.

“i'd love to, y/n-chan.” he uttered, pinching your cheek before turning to hide his own reddened face.

that was basically the last time you saw each other since you recommended him to your friend. and since then, he has been busy and you tried to help with the wedding as well. you figured oikawa has his hands full with taking care of the decorations for the wedding, but even then, he would still message you or even facetime you after – asking about how yiur day went and craving to see your face without him being able to for how long.

the day of the wedding came and it was magical. your heart melted the moment your friends said their “i do's” as everybody clapped and rejoiced with them. the moment you stepped into the venue, everyone was amazed, speechless at the decorations being the first thing their eyes could feast upon. pink and white roses was all you could see – ranging from vine-like ones hanging from the ceiling, to arches in the doorway, and some are even placed neatly on the tables.

to sum it all, it was breathtaking.

“your boyfriend did amazing,” your friend teased, bumping her hip to yours as she walked away with her husband to greet some guests.

you were left standing there, mouth agape as you took everything in. you couldn't wrap your head around the idea of oikawa managing to do all this by himself, but then again, he has surprised you by doing a lot of things you didn't know he could do.

“you know, if you stayed here longer there won't be enough food left for you.” the familiaf voice you grew to love and got used to spoke from behind you. something tugged in your chest, the events seeming like déjà vu all over again.

“i'm just admiring your work, tooru.” you smiled, turning around to face the man behind the beautiful decorations.

he's changed his clothes into a more formal attire than his usual getup with the aprons and white button up shirt for a maroon suit and tie. he even styled his hair back, if you didn't know him long enough you might have mistaken him for someone else.

“you look...good,” you managed to breathe out, it seems like the decorations aren't the only ones that are breathtaking. your eyes drank him in, how the clothes hug his frame perfectly, the color complimenting his skin tone, and the fact that his fluffy hair is swept away really makes you want to jump his bones right here, right now.

“and you look gorgeous. i must say, i don't mind you looking like this all the time, y/n-chan.” he chuckled, a shit-eating grin blooming on his face as he eyed you up and down slowly. your face grew hot against his stare and you felt naked, as if his eyes can see through you.

“th-thanks, tooru.” you mumbled, playing with the hem of your clothes. before any of you could speak, however, the emcee spoke on stage calling out the bride and groom to give a speech.

you all gathered around the small stage as they thanked everyone for coming to the wedding, inclduing the guests, their helpers, the staff. after all the mushy speech, she declared it was time for the dance, turned around and threw the bouquet (that's also from oikawa) to the audience.

you saw the thing flying to you and out of pure instinct, you threw your hand in front of you and ended up catching the bouquet. everyone around you clapped including oikawa himself as you stared at it wide eyed. your gazed met oikawa's and as if your face couldn't get any hotter, you also felt the fast beating of your heart when you stared at each other.

everybody howled and chanted teasing remarks at the two of you. instead of paying attention to the newly weds they picked the two of you as the center of their amusement.

your friend's voice overpowered them all as she also chanted, “kiss! kiss! kiss! kiss!”

oikawa looked at you with a raised brow and you can only smile bashfully in return before you felt the world turn upside down, oikawa dipping you as he kissed you passionately and deeply. time seemed to stop once again as everything blurred and all you can feel is him, and all he can feel is you. he hoped it would be enough to pour all the emotions and words he wanted you to know.

it felt like the kiss lasted forever before he pulled away, the two of you out of breath as you giddily smiled at each other, both sharing a lovestruck look.

“is it too early to ask you to marry me?”

general taglist: @chibishae34 @behan @bukojuiice (tagging you here bcs you're excited for this)

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i accept the ring!! also it’s coming up to a year of me pestering you i think and that’s pretty rad. but ye. i love your work and how you tel a story. it captivates and you out so much hard work in and it’s clear. you’ve created works and worlds (htlgi universe my beloved) that being genuine joy and a form of comfort when i’m feeling the need to just. not exist for a lil bit. you’re amazing and i love you and i’m proud of all that you’ve done 🥺 🧡-🐈‍⬛

I LOVE YOU SO DAMN MUCH DUDE🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

Its never pestering, I love your asks and i appreciate that you let me use your asks to ramble about things in my fics that im excited about (📍put a pin in that)

I put so much love and passion into my works I genuinely don't have the words to tell you how much your kindness means to me. The idea that I can bring you joy from my silly little stories,,,,, everything is worth it. Im trying to be the joy I want to see in the world.

But also Also 📍 please excuse me but I've been writing idiots to lovers finale and I've gotten too invested in the dsmp for that universe and I really want to talk about it!!! Im already too invested.

Sorry this is going to be long and rambly!!

So the reader is Sam's younger sibling in the smp canon, and he introduced them to Dream and they ended up being incredibly fond of Dream ("In my defence, it happened because we have natural chemistry, I didn't realise it would be foreshadowing." - cc!reader)

They're far more on the creeper side of their hybrid nature than their brother, which includes the fact that cc!reader has alluded to the fact that Yes, it's been coded into the game that they can detonate, they just haven't used it . Yet. They have all 3 of their canon lives still.

They were always seen as kind of sweet and naive, the stereotype younger sibling who was practically raised by their older brother and looks up to him as their hero, and their whole character arc is about how they're sick of people treating them like a child, and they end up working security at Las Nevadas (because the reader is, like I think I've said before, scary good at pvp, and yes the smp is partially scripted but still).

HOWEVER because they were usually on Dream's side in the early days of the smp, and because they're canonically pining for him, they're kind of a Dream apologist, and as such their view of Sam and their relationship with him had shattered to where they barely speak to him anymore. they haven't been allowed to visit Dream, and so Quackity has kept his mouth shut about his visits so they don't know the truth because they're good friends and he'd like to keep it that way. AND ANOTHER THING since their role of older brother/father figure is open, and they've become close with the Las Nevadas gang, they've decided to cling to both Q and Foolish to fill those roles respectively.

The widely established canon is dnf has always been closer to being canon with pining reader on the side. Sometimes, lately however, it has been dipping into SLIGHTLY, VAGUELY yandere territory from the reader. Slightly.

Their aesthetic shifted over time from VERY cottage core to the vaguely mafia aesthetic Las Nevadas has going on. The fanart usually depicts them with green hair or even possibly green skin, sometimes scales, sometimes it looks more like moss or tree bark. Canonically only a few inches shorter than Sam but Everyone acts like they're looking down on them. Even the literal teenagers. Hence, the Tough Guy Arc.

Notable Fanfics Include:

- Always Be Eating Our Own | 12k (one-shot) | Teen

Fundy says they're not allowed to call them daddy issues since Sam isn't even their dad, and his dad blew up a country; he'd know from daddy issues. Quackity tells him not to be a dick; Sam raised them, he can give Y/N daddy issues if that's what they want to call them. Y/N, for the third time this week, considers quitting.

OR: Everyone in Las Nevadas likes to focus on a problem that's not their own, and this week everyone but Y/N has decided it's Y/N's turn to try and be fixed.

(Some Tags: #Y/N & Awesamdude , #Y/N & Quackity & Foolish , #Y/N & Las Nevadas Crew , #Y/N/DreamWasTaken (mentioned) , #Team as Family , #Sibling Rivalry , #Fluff & Angst)

- sharpest tools cut the deepest | 60k (ongoing) | Explicit

Contrary to popular belief, Dream isn't blind to how Y/N feels, but to him they've always just been Sam's kid sibling; even if they weren't a kid, it still kind of felt like puppy love. Maybe the reason he'd never outright rejected them at first was to simply boost his ego, as selfish as that may sound. However, considering his predicament, if they haven't moved on, they could very well be the linchpin for his best escape plan yet.

And they haven't. At first a blessing, perhaps a curse.

"we use each other in bad taste

and i can't change. i can't change. i can't."

(#Y/N/DreamWasTaken , #Manipulative Dream , #Manipulative Y/N , #Yandere!Y/N , #Alternate Universe: Canon Divergence , #Unhealthy Relationships , #Power Dynamics , #Breath Play , #Praise Kink , #Friends(?) to Lovers(?) to Enemies(?) , #bruh they need Therapy , #idk how to tag sibling loathing but sibling loathing)

- EYE-CATCHING HEADLINE (and add an exclamation mark) | 2.6k oneshot | Teen | <- Part 6 of the If I Knew It Came With Reaponsibility I Wouldn't Have Kept The Powers series ->

Nobody reads newspapers anymore, Tommy reasons, so why is this one so passionately talking shit about him with the confidence of the whole world watching.

// Powers AU except Y/N just runs the local paper, doesn't realise their best friend is the local villain The Chessmaster, and that the teenager who keeps @ing them on Twitter in rants is the hero Dodger they keep calling a menace.

(#Y/N & DreamWasTaken , #Wilbur Soot & Tommyinnit , #Alternate Universe: Modern Setting , #Alternate Universe: Powers, #y/n is just jonah jameson , #i wrote this instead of sleeping)

- Butcher; noun. | 8k (oneshot) | Mature

They called themselves butchers, an army, but turned around and called Y/N cute in a bloody apron.

(#Y/N & Awesamdude , #Y/N & Dream , #Y/N & Quackity , #Y/N & Technoblade , #Character Study , #Villain Arc , #Author Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings)

Mini playlist for idiots-to-lovers dsmp!reader:

Teen Idle by MARINA

Motion Sickness by Pheobe Bridgers

Crave You by Flight Facilities

Achilles Come Down by Gang of Youths

Heather by Conan Gray

And finally, animatic set to Achilles Come Down about Y/N finding out about Dream being imprisoned, confronting Sam, and being distraught, eventually found by Q, who offers them friendship, and is the first person to truly take them seriously.

Okay Jesus I'm done I promise!! But I just had this idea that sparked in the back of my head abt what their character would be like in the smp and now I care too much. This isn't even going to be that relevant to the idiots to lovers fic beyond a passing mention. I care too much 😅😅

#black cat anon #your local homosexual with no chill #idiots to lovers

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