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sopejinsunflower · 2 years

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Do you not like writing in 2nd POV? I see that your one-shots are written in "you", but your OT7 series are written in "I". I know it's just my opinion, but I like the 2nd POV

Hi, Anon! Thank you for the question and I think it’s an important one. To answer, yes, I don’t really like to write in “you” POV mainly because I find it harder to relate and I can’t feel what the OC is feeling, if that makes sense. Writing in 3rd person has its advantages, mainly so that the writer can talk about all the characters as an all-seeing. But I can’t. When I write, I put myself as the OC, picture the scenes through the OC’s eyes and go through the motions as how the OC would.

However, house of the omegaverse is written in mixed POVs, although the main is first person. The current series Eidolons is also the same. Whenever I want to switch POV to the boys, I use “you”. It’s a lot easier to write 3rd person for canon characters than an original, idk why, maybe because there’s already a set spectrum of what is expected of canons in different scenarios 🤣 Septem Petalis maintained a “you” POV but as you can see, I’m stuck with that one 😅 my shorter fics are written in “you” mainly because, well, it’s short. I don’t have to delve too deep into the OC’s psyche to write and they get done faster 😅

I do notice a lot of other fics on here maintain the “you” POV but for me it feels a little awkward. Personally for me, it just feels like idk this person inside and out. It’s weird but that’s me. So i maintain the first person POV. I do my best to not specify about the OC too much like height, or build, or hair/eye/skin colour, mainly because I want my readers to be able to wear the OC’s shoes well enough to see it through her eyes. I want my readers, when they read “I”, to be able to slip into the OC easier and I do hope that’s the case.

It’s long but I hope this answer your question! Every writer has they’re own style of writing. I hope you still enjoy my work regardless of POV 🥰

#anon ask #ask KID

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casserole4you · 3 years

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A Mermaids Tale

Tom Holland AU

Words: 1.6K

⚠️Warnings⚠️ None

A/N: Sorry if this story is kinda bad so far, I'm not really use to writing in 1st person pov I've always done 3rd person pov but I hope you enjoy it either way!

(Part 1) (Part 2)

《Masterlist》

"Serenity!! Where are you now? You know I'm going to find you eventually."

I sighed apparently hiding continuously from Tom never ends up working in my favor because he always manages to find me no matter where I hide. No matter how dark of a cave I find or the time I literally buried myself in the sand he still manages to find me.

Don't get me wrong or anything, Tom's a nice guy and all but already having to be stuck down here for a month and half with someone I hardly knew kinda sucks but then again I was also betrayed by Sam who claimed he loved me and I was also beginning to get homesick.

"Ah I found you!" Tom exclaimed, popping his face into my line of vision. I really thought I had him this time hiding in the smallest space I could find in this cave.

"You know if you're trying to hide, you should really make sure to hide your tail next time too." I slightly rolled my eyes but couldn't stop the small smile that was forming on my face, and looked at my tail that I have yet become accustomed to.

Since I've been down here I've gotten to know Tom a little bit and his very kind and care free attitude. How he's like a ball of sunshine hidden in the depths of the water, or how he's always so optimistic with everything. He's really tried his best to get me accustomed to my tail by teaching me how to swim with it but I apparently look like a squirt trying to swim for the first time which apparently what they call babies down here.

I could see myself becoming very good friends with him, he hasn't really pushed the issuse of what happened to me or how I got here and I know its bothering him. Because every time he asks about it or when it seems like he's about to bring it up I completely change the topic or I will avoid his question. He's a nice guy and all but right now after everything thats happened I think it's best to keep him at arms length until I know for sure I won't be hurt or betrayed again.

He pokes at my tail "It honestly doesn't make any sense on why your tail is gold, because there are normally only three colors for our tails! So why is yours so different," He exasperated.

I remember when Tom explained to me that there are only the three tail colors, and they each have different meanings and or different jobs.

"I still don't understand why your tail is gold, it's really starting to baffle me."

"Well you're the only fish person I've seen since I've been here so is it really not that common?" I asked.

Tom huffed and rolled his eyes at me "First off its MERFOLK not fish person. And it is actually really rare down here that its literally the only one I've ever seen, down here there are only 3 colors of tails which generally puts you into one of the 3 categories. 1st being a green tail which is the most common tail. When you have a green tail it means that these people are your every day normal people such as people who own the stores teachers or just stay at home parents. A person with a Blue tail like mine means that they are a healer and a baby blue means that they are a scientist these tails really aren't that common and only several people have this color. Now the most rare color is an orange tail it means that they are warriors such as guards or soldiers," He explained while making all these weird hand gestures. " We are all normally born with a purple tail signifying that we are still children, but once we turn 16 our tails will change into one of the three colors.

"Wait you said three colors but listed four you said two different blues so wouldn't there technically be four color categories instead of three?" I asked.

"No, not really we tend to just lump both blues together since they are just slight different shades."

"So you than you are a healer?" I said poking his tail.

"Yes! I normally work with children since they are normally the more fun patients," he smiles and stares off into the distant.

"Huh, well I didn't know that."

"Well Serenity that's because you refuse to leave this cave that you decided to make as a make shift home for the past 2 weeks, which by the way you really should come into town one of these days. Carrying all this food out this far is getting a little tiring," he glanced to the side and smirked at me.

I playful shoved him away from me, which in turn made him laugh like crazy. "Come on I'm serious! You should come into town with me. I have a free room with a bed in it by the way, and I'm sure my roommate won't mind you taking the spare room for awhile."

I tilted my head side ways "You guys have beds down here?"

He looked at me bewildered "Yes, why do you guys sleep on the floor like a sea urchin?"

I raised one eyebrow and looked at him "A what?"

He smacked his forehead really hard "A sea urchin," he said slowly "You know it's like a pokey ball looking thing they lay on the sea floor but are also found in the hold of rocks."

"I've never seen one before in my life, but no we don't sleep on the floor we have beds too. That's why I was surprised when you said you own a bed," I was trying to avoid eye contact with him and just chose to stare at my tail.

He sighed "You ready are something else Serenity. But seriously you should come back with me to my place."

I bit my lip an old habit I have when I'm feeling nervous "Are you sure I can come? Won't my tail attract a lot of attention with everyone since it's never been seen before?"

He ponder for a moment "Hmmm I never thought about that, maybe we can sneak you in at night, everyone is in bed to begin with anyways-"

"Wait why is everyone in bed?" I interrupted him.

"Well we have a curfew," He stated.

"Oh? Why"

He side glances me for a few minutes before he finally decides to respond "I honestly don't remember why."

You don't really respond to Tom you can He is hiding something from you but you can't blame him since you refuse to up up to him most of the time so instead you just give him a nod and sit in silence for a few more minutes. "Okay I'll go with you into town," you sighed

Tom throws his fist in the air as some weird sign of victory "YES!"

"Okay, remember you said you would be coming with me back to my place tonight so we will have to wait for sun down until we can swim into town."

"What about Sharks though? Won't they attack us and try to eat us?" I asked looking away from him.

Tom began to laugh hard, it was one of those hearty laughs the kind where he was doubled over holding his stomach with tears streaming down his face. "That's the funniest think I've ever heard you say."

I glared at him not really appreciating him not taking me seriously "I'm serious! I've heard stories about them before and they are very dangerous."

He continued to laugh for 5 more minutes without being able to look at me because every time he did he would just start laughing again so I just glared at him until he was finally calm enough to respond to me. "Sharks are literally the nicest creatures we have, most of them are to shy to even come close to us and land walkers, there are only maybe a few species who would attack us and even than they don't live anywhere near us."

I sighed in relief "Okay, I guess I'll believe you then and by the way we are called humans."

He grinned at me "Don't worry everything will be fine I promise we can get in without people seeing you, and even if we need help I know a guard who could help us out plus I know for a fact that my roommate wouldn't care he more than likely would want to look at your tail because he's a Scientist so it will definitely peak his interest once he's sees it."

I nervously chewed on my lower lip not liking the sound of that at all 'what if he puts me in a cage to study me, or starts to poke and prod at me with things that might kill me, OR what if he decides not to let me stay and forces me to leave what would I do than. I mean I guess I could come back to this cave, but what if he throws me out during the day?! Then I'll definitely be screwed!'

"Stop it Serenity, you're thinking too much about it," he chuckles lightly "I promise it will be okay."

I stare straight into his eyes to see if he's being dishonest, can I trust him? I've only known him for a little over a month but can I really trust him. I knew Sam for almost 6 years and when it came down to it he decided to save himself instead of protecting like he said he would, with a seconds thought. But looking at Tom sitting next to me with a dopey smile on his face I just have this feeling deep down that he's being genuine, but I still have to keep my guard up around him just in case but maybe just taking a little bit of the wall down would be okay.

"Okay, I trust you."

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livlepretre · 3 years

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ok wait i have some thoughts about acotar that you may or may not agree with... but basically i loved acotar/acomaf but hated acowar and i didn't even try to read acofas. there was a lot i hated about acowar but basically it sums up to 1) hated how sjm tried to retcon rhys into being this perfect amazing flawless person kind of destroying everything that was interesting about him in the first couple books. 2) THE EXTREMELY GRATUITOUS AND NUMEROUS SEX SCENES IN THE MIDDLE OF A WAR. LIKE ??? oh god especially that one scene where feyre wakes rhys up by... yeah. 3) king of hybern fell so flat as a villain i was expecting to get more backstory or smthg on him but no he was just... there. and evil. for no real reason. and then they killed him. like... ok. 4) TAMLIN WAS SO OOC. AND I HATE HOW SHE VILLAINIZED HIM. i also find the whole fandoms take on tamlin to be very bland and ridiculous. like yeah he obviously was not the right person for feyre and he made some serious mistakes for which he should be held accountable, but he was traumatized too! he was a very flawed character but he's not a villain!!! that scene where he's like making rude sexual comments about feyre in front of everyone felt so ooc for him. hated it. 4) mor's coming out storyline was... very bizarrely handled, and frankly i just found it hard to believe that mor's sexuality was something sjm had planned from the start of the series. as a bi woman that whole plot just rubbed me the wrong way. anyway. ya those are my thoughts but i'm curious to know what u think about this series lolol

Oof complicated question.

I think in general I come down positively on ACOTAR based mostly on the strength of the first 2 novels? I read ACOTAR and ACOMAF back to back right after ACOMAF came out, and let me tell you: I was obsessed. I was devastated. I was enthralled. It filled some very particular requirements for what I really wanted-- it was gorgeous and atmospheric and really frightening and romantic. I thought the characters were well developed, and I just thoroughly enjoyed the world-building with vicious alien faeries and the real sense of danger, as well as the magic and the breathtaking imagery. As a painter myself, I LOVED reading about painting in a way that felt so true to the actual experience of what it’s like-- so much rarer and harder to actually find than one would think-- ACOTAR and An Enchantment of Ravens are the only two novels I can think of that even grasp the experience. I loved Feyre as a human, loved loved loved the trials, and I loved how even after she became High Fae, there was an element to it that was incredibly disturbing-- the idea of having a human soul in a fae body, which meant that things that sort of roll off of the fae around her-- like violence and killing-- profoundly disturb her and wreck her soul. I loved that. (at least, that was how I interpreted the “be glad for your human heart” thing, and also why I assumed she didn’t recognize the mating bond... that maybe, as a human soul in a fae body, it would be lost in translation for her until it was actually consummated).

One of the things I also really loved about ACOMAF was that it took everything in ACOTAR and subtly turned it on its side. At that point, I was used to 1st love = true love, so actually reading a narrative where a heroine could change partners was really refreshing, and I liked all the ways that, looking back, we could realize that Tamlin wasn’t it-- that he didn’t try to free her from Under the Mountain (wow that should have been obvious) or how he never offered to teach her to read in the 1st book. I also really liked Feyre’s observation that she needed to feel protected in the 1st book because of where she was coming from then, but that by the 2nd book, because of the trauma of her imprisonment, she felt smothered and trapped. I thought the 2nd book did a good job of showing how Tamlin and Feyre could be really trying to make their pieces fit together the way they once did, but they had both been too changed by their experiences to work and had in fact become poison for each other. They both had PTSD, and I felt that was clear in the narrative. And I was happy for Feyre to leave, I loved the exploration of her depression and her slow recovery, and I was okay with how Tamlin was presented in that way because there is a way in which he really was as helpless as her-- yes, his actions were abusive, but I didn’t think that came from having an abuser’s personality. The tragedy was in the fact that he was also suffering and screwed up, and that meant that Feyre had to leave for her own sake, and that Rhysand ended up being what she needed.

I’ll put my problems with the series under the cut.

My problems started in ACOWAR, and it was primarily a characterization problem with Feyre that bothered me. To be honest, SJ Maas has this thing where she makes her main characters (male and female) just the most extraordinary over the top horrendous bitches out of the blue and it’s just like what the fuck. I think she does it for drama, and while I love a cold bitch (NESTA IS MY QUEEN)... that’s not Feyre. Her actions in the Spring Court were so much crueler than I would have anticipated. And it bothered me the way that those actions hurt everyone there, which was wild to me, as it was her home once, and that’s not Feyre. She’s the girl so empathetic that she gave those water faeries her bracelet to use as tribute. That she mourned so hard it nearly broke her for those faeries she killed in her third task. The whole point of the 1st novel was that she started with hate in her heart, but that she’s naturally so empathetic when given a chance to think about anything other than bare survival that love comes rushing in. So, I really disliked Feyre being a bitch for the sake of being a bitch. She felt unrecognizable to me. I realized recently that part of this is that Feyre actually completes her character arc in the 2nd book-- at that point, she’s figured out who she is, gained peace, happiness, and empowerment through it, and found a home. She’s answered all of the conflict within herself, so there’s just not really anywhere for her character to go in the 3rd book, which is part of why she feels so weird as a pov character.

There were other things of course. Rhys had lost that edge I loved in him so much. (what was the point of that prologue, btw?) This is a little thing but giving Lucien a last name really wrecked a lot of the wonderful strangeness of the world building and I resent it. Especially since no one else has a last name. Sarah was on the right track when she gave Rowan the last name “Whitethorn.” THAT is a faerie last name. I don’t know what this Vanserra stuff is. What else. Hybern was supes whatever. Feyre making bargains was pretty much what we’d seen before. I didn’t mind the sex scenes because that’s just what you can expect from an SJM novel, and I don’t really have any comments on Mor’s coming out story. I also suspect that she was originally written as straight in ACOMAF, but then SJM changed her mind while working on ACOWAR. I’m not going to fault her for attempting to write more inclusively and more diversely (which, as we know, is already not something she excels at). I did find the hook up with Lucien’s dad real awkward though for everyone involved though. YIKES. TOGAS. YIKES. SJM also does this thing in her finales where too much of the books tend to be about the battles and the actual war, and that’s not nearly as interesting as the character moments that might occur because of the war.

So, that leaves my primary complaint, which is Tamlin. I kind of think that it’s not even a matter of him being OOC, so much as Feyre being completely hateful toward him. Like, I remember thinking he was wildly OOC when he was siding with Hybern, a human hater, as he had specifically said in the 1st book that he would always fight against that. I remember being THRILLED when it turned out that he was playing Hybern, and how disappointed he was in Feyre for ever thinking him capable of actually siding with Hybern and bringing up that conversation they had in ACOTAR. I also loved it when he helped her escape the POW camp, and when he told her to be happy at the end. But honestly, after Feyre fucked him over SO! HARD! in the beginning of the novel, not at all surprised that he showed up at that meeting ready to talk smack. I was on his side during that whole thing, because by that point, I was like, get wreckt Feyre. (Which KILLS ME because I LOVED Feyre in the first 2 books, I think SJM really does mistake just horrendous bitchiness with confidence or something? It just horrified and embarrassed me the whole novel). I really do hope that Tamlin gets some sort of arc going forward. I was so depressed by our visit in him in ACOFAS-- sitting alone in that crumbling manor. I think he actually does deserve a “redemption” arc, although I don’t think he actually has to be redeemed.

On the subject of bitchy Feyre: I do NOT like the way she treats Nesta in ACOFAS. I guess we see that Feyre has an empathy problem in ACOTAR in that she totally misreads her sisters in the first few chapters and thinks of them in the most uncharitable light possible, and of course, once she decides she’s done with Tamlin, she always assumes the worst of him, but wow. The way she handles things with Nesta just horrifies me. I just can’t imagine treating my siblings like that, or extending them so little empathy.

And ACOFAS made me think about building snowmen and other horrible fluffy things and it was not my favorite.

But all this being said I know myself and I am definitely going to read A Court of Silver Flames. I think it might be really good, actually.

#acotar

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klimtandbencbatch · 6 years

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A Rhodey POV where he sees his favorite white boy fall in love with a wizard???

i did 3rd person sort of Rhodey POV because uhhhh i don’t write anything that isn’t 3rd person lmaoooo

James liked to think that he knew Tony Stark pretty damn well at this point.

After all the shit that they’d been through together, he’d learned just about everything there was to learn. Tony was loud, brash, and obnoxious. He was caring, and kind, and breathtakingly smart. He was strong, and he was troubled, and he carried the weight of the world on shoulders clad in iron and steel. He liked late-night crime television and hated watching the news. He liked going for walks or flights late at night. He liked freshly-made sushi and Eye of Aga-Mocha ice cream.

Which should’ve been James’ first clue.

“Rhodey,” Tony called from the living room as James rose from the sofa during a commercial break, “can you bring me the Ben & Jerry’s in the fridge?”

“Sure, Tones,” James called back, opening the freezer.

And there was the face of one Stephen Strange, staring back at him.

Not that it was odd. Tony was a fan of Ben & Jerry’s, James knew that. But it was usually his own flavor that he stocked his freezer with. And yet, here stood a lone pint of Eye of Aga-Mocha.

“The Doctor Strange one?” James asked, picking it up out of the freezer.

A brief hesitation. Embarrassment, maybe? “Uh, yeah.”

“…Okay.”

—————

The second clue was during a training exercise.

James and Tony were sparring, keeping themselves fit and exercising parts of the exoskeleton to ensure that it was working properly. Tony was wearing parts of the suit to match, kicking and catching punches as they worked together. It was going pretty damn well. They had a pretty good rhythm going.

Then Stephen Strange walked into the room.

He was dressed in the traditional training clothes of Kamar-Taj - tight, red, and revealing in all the right places. His arms were bare and flexing as he wrapped his hands, preparing for his own sparring session with one of the Stark tech fight dummies.

Speaking of dummies.

James didn’t notice that Tony wasn’t looking at him anymore. Which is what led to his fist colliding with Tony’s jaw.

The distracted mechanic went down in a heap, drawing Stephen’s gaze from across the room. The doctor looked concerned, striding over quickly to help Tony sit up. Then his eyes went to James.

“Why weren’t you watching?” He asked, his eyes intense.

“Woah, okay, I was doing fine until doe eyes over here - “

“Rhodey, it’s fine,” Tony said quickly, laughing around the quickly forming bruise on his face. “Just a little - slip up, that’s all. We’re fine, doc. Thanks.”

Stephen hesitated before nodding, checking Tony’s eyes briefly with his own before rising, giving both Tony and James an excellent view of his ass in his tight robes.

Tony didn’t stop looking, which meant that he missed James’ stern look.

Stephen Strange, huh?

It was a bit unlike Tony to not go full-out when he was interested in someone. Around Stephen, he seemed almost… shy. It was kinda cute. And also really annoying.

“Hey. Earth to Stark.”

“Yeah huh?”

“Pay attention next time,” James demanded, helping Tony to his feet. “Now, c’mon. It’s my turn for blocks.”

—————

“Tony.”

Nothing.

“Tony!”

Nothing.

“Yo, Tones. Tony!”

Tony’s eyes finally made their way back to James, a dopey sort of grin planted firmly on the other man’s lips. He was still clutching his slowly-melting mozzarella stick, and the grease that James had been trying to keep off of Tony’s pants was sinking into the fabric.

Still he smiled like an idiot.

“Yeah, sugar bear?”

James rolled his eyes, taking the half-eaten monstrosity out of Tony’s hand and tossing it into the basket between them. “You asked me for a guy’s night out, and all you’ve been doing is staring out the window. I’m the guy, this is our night that you asked for. What’s up?”

Tony shook his head, reaching for his drink and having a sip. “Nothing. You’re right, it’s guy’s night, and I’m being - “

“Oh my God.”

Tony looked up at James, innocent confusion coloring his features. “What?”

James was looking less than amused. Much, much less than. About as far from amused as you could get. “We usually meet up at P.J. Clarke’s. The one on third. You like it because - “

“The grill’s hotter there, better burgers,” Tony interjected.

“Yeah,” James said flatly. “But all of a sudden, you wanna mix it up. I don’t say no, I tag along. I wanna see my friend, wanna spend some time with you. Catch up. But you invited me to a goddamn TGI-Friday’s, and it’s right around the corner from Doctor Weird’s magical tiki hut.”

“Sanctum Sanctorum,” Tony murmured into the edge of his glass.

“Don’t start,” James said, crossing his arms and sitting back. “Don’t even start. Tony, man, why don’t you just - ask him out?”

Tony grumbled something unintelligible, looking down into his ice water with something like contempt.

James sighed, patting his back consolingly. “Okay. We don’t have to talk about it anymore. Alright? Not right now. It’s guy’s night. But if you ever do this to me again, no more guy’s nights. Ever. Got me?”

Tony nodded, looking penitent. “Yes, Platypus. I promise.”

“Good. Now, you’ve got a massive spot of grease on your pants, and it’s driving me insane. Clean it up.”

—————

Tony Stark was falling head over heels for one Master of the Mystic Arts, and James had a front-row seat. It was sort of adorable, at times. Tony would find out Stephen was coming to the compound, and he’d clean. He’d order the whole place to be cleaned top to bottom, and then he’d spend nearly an hour in his bathroom making sure he looked alright. He designed new bots for Stephen to fight, and looked for any excuse to talk to the sorcerer.

And it was working out in his favor.

Stephen was opening up. He would come around when Tony invited him, even just for chit-chat over coffee and tea. He thanked him for every improvement made to his sparring bots, and taught him a few meditation techniques in return. They talked shop and watched movies, shared ice cream and ordered takeout. Tony went to the sanctum a few times a week when Stephen was busy, and James assumed they kept up their innocent little flirting game that played out in front of his eyes.

Stephen was good for Tony. He made him happy, and helped him sleep, and made sure he put something in his body besides coffee and protein bars. He took care of him, and respected him, and saw him as someone to be valued. It warmed James’ heart.

And it was, for lack of a better word, adorable.

It was less adorable when James had a front row seat to the flirting and pining really paying off.

There had been a fight. A big one. A sort of rogue wizard’s gang had started up in Central Park, and it had ended up taking more muscle than everyone had thought to put them back down. Stephen had been the hammer, in a way - a massive forcefield spell followed by levitation, collecting them all at once for easier disposal.

But it had taken a lot out of him. He was currently slumped over on his knees, coughing hard as the magic convulsed through his body and made its way out.

Tony was roughed up, too. He’d taken quite a few blasts of energy directly to the chest, and his armor was broken and twitching as it tried to patch the holes back up. But he didn’t seem to care about that. He only had eyes for the doctor.

“Tony, you need to sit down,” James warned, coming over to try to stop his friend. “Your chest, Tones - “

“I’m fine,” Tony wheezed, pulling out of War Machine’s grip. “I’m fine. I gotta - I just - Steph - “

Stephen looked up as Tony came over, wiping a bit of blood away from his lips. Tony fell to his knees, his hands coming to cup Stephen’s cheeks. James couldn’t hear anything they were saying, but all of a sudden they were kissing, pressed desperately up against one another as the supers around them began to pick up the pieces.

James just watched for a bit before realizing what he was doing. He looked away, ignoring the desperate breathy sounds that Tony and Stephen were making as they pawed at one another. Finally, they pulled apart, their foreheads resting together as they breathed, in and out.

“You two done?” James called, turning to look at them again. “Jesus, Tony, you’ve done this to me twice, now, man.”

Tony chuckled weakly, resting against Stephen, their arms twined around one another. “Sorry, honey. Can’t help myself sometimes.”

“Well, I was getting sick of watching you two fawn over each other anyway,” James said, waving Tony off. “You guys need a ride?”

Stephen shook his head, his eyes glued to Tony’s face, his entire countenance light and airy as he held the man of his dreams in his arms. “I’ve got it. We just - need a few more minutes.”

“Yeah,” Tony laughed, kissing Stephen’s cheek. “We’re just gonna sit here and make out. You don’t need to hang around.”

“Alright. But I’m gonna give you the obligatory ‘fuck with Tony and you fuck with me’ speech later,” James warned the sorcerer.

He got a small smile back from the doctor, and a nod of the head. “Of course. I’d expect nothing less.”

James smiled, flipping his visor down and taking to the air.

He loved Tony. He was his best friend, and he wanted nothing but the best for him.

Stephen Strange was damn lucky he was the best.

So far.

#ironstrange #fic fill #anonymous #stephen strange #tony stark #james rhodes #iron man #doctor strange #war machine #uhhhh #kissing #mozzarella sticks #grease #uhhhhhhhhh #friends to lovers?#idk #rhodey loves tony and wants him to be happy #he likes stephen #this is a mess

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huntresswarlock · 2 years

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1. favorite fic you wrote this year

electric lover by a country mile; tight premise, weird POV, two-parter with no wasted space, some of my best work to date in my humble opinion

3. favorite line/scene you wrote this year

the ending of electric lover:

Another surge of emotion courses through my circuits, and this time there is nothing to stop it from filling me to the brim. In the most superficial way, it is like the euphoria I received from fulfilling my purpose, in the same way that concept sketches are like finished products. But those so-called reward routines are – were – artificial, external, dull, compared to this sensation. I feel as though I will combust, but I cannot bring myself to panic or even be concerned. The feeling from seeing my friends is... good.

Like a roaring blaze across parched grassland, wild and free and leaving fertile ash in its wake, I let myself be swept up and carried aloft with it. New instincts – distinctly instinctual, not preprogrammed protocols but an organic spinoff of this feeling – draw me to my feet and towards Clifton. I wrap my arms around him and hug him tight, bunching the fabric of his shirt in my hands. When he hugs me back, there is no incessant prodding at the back of my mind about investigating further and turning this into another attempt at seduction. I can simply exist within the embrace, buoyant, light-headed, reeling from the intensity of this yet-unnamed feeling.

A final gift from Kinmati swirls through me, wondrous and free: my systems match it with the definition of joy.

13. favorite writing song/artist/album of this year

i listened to a lot of lofi while writing this year!

15. something you learned this year

first person POV is hard!!! but incredibly rewarding when done well. it was odd to go back to FPOV after so long writing in tight 3rd POV or occasionally 2nd POV, because for a while i associated 1st person POV with "weak" or "beginning" writing, and that's simply not true. it can be just as good as any other point of view if you put in the time and effort.

also, just for funsies: my current longest WIP is and if you fall, the sun will catch you (yes i'm STILL working on it) at around 37k words. the shortest fic i completed this year is Defragmentation, which is 898 words long and entirely dialogue.

#manicdragondreamgirl #tysm for indulging me <3 <3 <3

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yourjughead · 7 years

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Window Watchers

Requested: “ Could you do a fanfic thing (never requested before don't know what its called ) where the reader is best friends with Jughead and confesses she likes him but he gets nervous and rejects her then he sees from Betty's room when he's talking to her about it that Archie and the reader kiss. I don't know I came up with it and id like to see how you would write this also I looooovvvveeee your blog ❤ “

Pairings: jugxreader, archiexreader

Warnings: None? fluff?

A/N: Sorry guys, thats all I can say. really cute fic called Sunday should go up tomorrow....hopefully also sorry if the geography of this fic doesnt make sense, dont be mad.

As always ((things written in brackets throughout are me speaking))

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3rd person.

You, betty, Archieand Jughead. Inseparable 4. Well since the addition of Veronica and Kevin, the inseparable 6. The way you all liked it. Well most of you.

Archie had been pining after you since his break up with Val. Known by all but you, approved by all but Jughead.

You had been a subject of conflict in their friendship for some time. Archie having only eyes for you, you only having eyes for Jughead and Jughead only having eyes for burgers...and cluelessness. No matter how many hints you dropped, the beanie wearing boy was blind to all. Much to your frustration and Archie's delight.

Archie attempted to flirt with you all the time but you could only ever see him as a friend, one of your best friends, but this did not discourage him.

“I think I'm going to tell him V” you proclaimed closing your locker. Veronica rolled her eyes in response. Your sweeping declarations were always fleeting and never went into action.

“Sure you are y/n, sure you are” she sarcastically said while patting your shoulder.

“No, nope I'm going to do it, tonight.” Veronica once again met you with a roll of her eyesand a grin as the final bell rang out.

Y/N POV

Jughead sprawled himself out on my bed writing his novel, the usual Friday activity before moving it to Pops. I'm going to do it.

I span around in my desk chair, took a deep breath, panicked and spun back around. Okay okay okay try again.

I span, gulped, span around again faster and exhaled. Nope nope nope.

“I'm sorry are you trying to win an award for most annoying writing companion or something” I heard Jughead laugh from behind me. Just do it just do it just do it. I am Nike, just do it. ((I'm so lame)).

I spun around in the chair and dug my heels into the carpet, I will not let me spin around again. Okay. Let's do this.

“Jughead….”

Jughead POV

“Yes….” I mimicked her. Why is she so wonderfully weird... wait..something's different,she has to tell me something. Oh god oh god oh god.

“Oh God who died?!” She smiled to my question, standing up. I could see her legs shake from here. She's like Bambi. I resist the urge to take advantage of her shaky stance to push her over.

“JUGHEAD I REALLY REALLY LIKE YOU AND IF I DONT SAY IT NOW IM GOING TO EXPLODE!” she blurted. Did I even hear her right? I have no words. Where are my words. WHERE ARE MY WORDS?!

“I'm sorry I just had to say it but I can't just be your friend anymore Jughead, I mean I love being your friend but I love you more”

Okay am I drunk? Is this a dream? Where am I? Where are the hidden cameras?

Her eyes were searching mine frantically and it was then I realised I hadn't said anything. I could feel my body shaking on the bed. I want to say I love her but my voice is betraying me.

So I did the worse thing I could do but also the only thing I could do. Fight or flight and I picked flight. I just took off out the door, running and hating myself for it. I just bolted out the door and ran directly over the road to betty’s.

Y/N POV

I'm an idiot, I'm an idiot. Why did I think this was a good idea. Ughhhhhh

*Sms:Archiedoodles: Arch, I'm coming over. No questions asked.

I could feel the tears swell in my eyes as I ran downstairs and out the door, over the road to Archie. I don't know why I chose Archies, Veronica would have been a better choice but she has her own drama and I knew Jughead had run to betty, either to her house or pops to meet her. He was my only choice.

I jogged around the back of Archie's and let myself in the back door, passing Mr.Andrews with a small wave as quickly as possible so he wouldn't question my reddening eyes.

I burst in the door of archie's bedroom as he stood startled, I ran into his arms. He cuddled me in close without question as requested. I cried a little into his chest.

“YN...what happened?!”

“No no, no questions asked.” I reminded him.

“Okay okay, I'm not complaining” he squeezed me again. I'm so confused. I don't know what to do. Im a flood of feeling while simultaneously feeling nothing. What fresh hell is this.

I pulled slightly from Archie to meet his eyes. He's such a good friend to me.

Archie slowly moved in, moving hair from my eyes and kissed me.

Jughead POV simultaneously

I'm a terrible person. I laid out on Betty's beds and recounted what had happened to Kevin and Betty.

“Oh you're a jerk” Betty concluded and I nodded in agreement. I am. I am such a terrible person.

“Wait wait I thought you liked yn?” Kevin raised an eyebrow to me in confusion.

“I DO! I REALLY DO! I JUST PANICKED!” I let my feelings transpire through to my voice. I'm a disgrace to the human race.

“Okay, what are you going to do about it?..besides hide from Veronica once she finds out what you did to her best friend” Betty asking the hard questions and making me fear for my life all at once, classic Betty.

“I don't know” I'm so lost.

“I think now you've had a second to process it you should tell her the truth, that you love her too...and with regards to Veronica, well... Australia isn't far enough” Kevin sat down beside me.

Okay. I'll do it. I stood up with purpose and nodded at both of them.

That's when I saw it.

Through the years of growing up I loved how Betty’s and Archie's windows faced dead on to each other. It was the catalyst for many games and stories. But now. Now I wish Betty's room was in the basement….in Australia.

Australia isn't far enough.

Betty followed my gaze and saw the same thing, half gasping and lunging for the blind, snapping it down in one rattled movement.

YN and Archie.

YN and Archie kissing.

My YN kissing Archie.

I'm going to be sick. Betty slowly moved to me with hands out to stop me from moving. Like trying to stop a wild horse from trampling you. ((oh sweetie if a horse wants to trample you, you're dead))

“Jug…” she drawed out. Too late, I was once again gone like a flash.

YN POV

I pushed Archie into the chest separating him from me.

“Archie…” I breathed.

“I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm so confused” he sat down on the edge of the bed, head in hands. That's fine he's confused but he shouldn't try to confuse me then, he knows I like Jughead. I slowly sat down next to him, putting a hand on his shoulder.

“I uh I think you should call Val….i think you're using me as a distraction from the reality of a problem...you need to call val” I said gently.

Archie turned his head in his hands and met my eyes. He bit his lip.

“Yeah, I think I will….I’m sorry yn, you were upset and I took advantage of you…” I patted his shoulder in forgiveness before standing and slipping out of the boy who had a lot of explaining to do’ room.

I walked out the front door and saw Jughead fly out of Bettys in pure anger. Woah what happened there.

“Jughead?” I called after him before chasing him, thoughts of my mistake earlier gone, my friend clearly needs me. His pace quickened at the sound of my voice.

He kept going till he was standing on the bridge that separated the Southside from us.

“Juggy stop!” I screamed and he turned in his heels and i practically slammed into his chest.

“What?! What the hell do you want?!” He bit. How dare he be mad at me right now!

“Em excuse me? Wanna try that again in a different tone?” I returned in the same inflection. He just huffed in response, crossing his arms. Okay time to change tactic.

“Jug, what's wrong?” I say softly moving closer to him.

“What's wrong?! What's wrong is the girl I love is off kissing my best friend minutes after saying she loves me!” he practically screams.

“You don't get to be mad at me!” I shouted back.

“Wait….did you just say you love me?” He looked panicked again at my question. I could see him slowly backing away before I caught his arm.

“No no you're not a allowed to run this time” I say much softer. “Please” I whisper.

In one swift movement he met my lips, bringing his hands to my cheeks as mine went to his sides. Suddenly he pushed me backwards.

“No no no we can't...you can't...Archie and you... arggghh” he ran his hands through his hair frustratedly before backing away again.

“No, no Juggie please, it's not like that it's not that I promise! He kissed me! I didn't want to kiss him! I only went to him cause I needed a friend! I didn't want what happened to happen! It's not like that!” I was crying now as I clung to Jugheads hoodie.

“Jug, I still love you. Please”

I could see the inner fight happening in his eyes.

“So you don't like Archie?”

“Not like that, never like that” I say half frantically.

“oh thank god” in one sweeping motion he meet me in a kiss again.

“If you ever kiss Archie again I will end his life” he half joked breaking from me.

“If Archie ever kisses me again I'll end his life” I laugh back before we meet again.

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Much love Xx

#jughead #jughead jones #jughead fic #jugheadxreader imagine #jugheadxreader #riverdale #riverdalexreader #riverdale imagines #riverdale fanfiction #riverdale fic #archie andrews #archie

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bizarre-smiles · 7 years

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some issues/future (a long ass essay you don't have to read it. Its here for me to remember that it happened)

i wont be really detailed so it gets confusing af but take a look if you wanna have a glimpse of how weird my life has become and why i did not go visit a psychiatrist or something earlier. i also kind of want to write this so i don’t forget this sort of. it is also to somehow make some sense out of my life and my identity.

i really have trouble communicating with people in real life. i somehow either don’t understand what people are saying and its incredibly hard for me to just reply them back so i will WILL always hear things like “why are you so moody?” or “why are you so quiet?” etc.

i always had sudden emotional outbursts, though they aren’t really that clear to me. i can’t remember the last time i cried but it was actually quite recent and i would think that i didn’t cry for years.

i would talk to my friends (my last few remaining ones who didn’t leave), they would urge me to go to a doctor. Which i didn’t for quite a long time. If i have to a period of time for how long this lasted, it will be at least 5 years or more? (still counting, i actually never really thought about it).

First few years was really mild, i showed signs of what i believed it will be borderline personality disorder and of course depression. What came next was an eating disorder, which i lost about close to 10 kg? in a short amount of time (that i can’t remember). i can remember that i looked skinny, really pale and ugly as hell when i sat next to a really REALLY pretty girl. i pretty much did not eat at all that day. probably.

some miracle happened and i healed (kind of, not really completely). many many shit happened and i made many more stupid decisions and shit. it was in the second year of middle school (i had 4 years of mid school), things really went spiraling down because i started seeing/hearing things (i think i was still having eating disorder at that time). and like most people with eating disorders, this person i started seeing fueled my eating disorder and the next thing i know i’m talking to this person.

(*take note im taking a pov of my original self for the sake of it being less complicated. yes ‘original self’ i will get to that later)

but thing didn’t stop there. 2 more people appeared, so now there are 3 people im talking to. after i decided to start eating again, they kind of disappeared but lingered somewhere in my mind.

so 3rd year! things are better but still kind of sucked. i had severe inferiority complex, so my eating disorder came to bite me back a few times and it didn’t helped that i had friends who had a good figure. Past me cut them out of my life, i had one friend who affected me a lot, i like her maybe that was why i couldn’t stand her. My desire to die, since the start of the 5 years, really increased. remember when i said about the lingering people in my mind? 2 remained and my hallucinations of them really increased, to the point that it would scare the shit out of me, like i see someone jumping of the building or i could feel someone hugging/comforting me. (the first one who had to do with my eating disorder, i dont think they really came back)

the increased hallucinations were during my last year of middle school. and during that last year, panic attacks started coming as well. when i hallucinated seeing someone, and yea i panicked and i did not stop until i hurt myself and shit. one time, i bruised my wrist really badly from hitting it with a rubber band and let me tell you, i don’t bruise easily.

time skip (one year later i think? which is the present year 2017), i took a vacation overseas with a group of friends. something triggered me really badly and it was the lowest point in my life. i had to be isolated then sent home due to something i did.

okay here is where it gets weird and depressing. i don’t really know how to explained but here goes. the original self did not come back with the body. remember the 2 people? one of them took over and at that time they were the more prominent personality, lets give it a name: emi. Yes, the me right now relaying this to you, (might) is an alternate personality of the original

[please actually take this with a grain of salt because i’m still actually very confused what has happened but all i can say is that i am not the original personality/person whatever you might say that i am but i have evidence (i guess) to prove that i am not]

present time (‘i’ is as emi)

remember the other one? it is now called lily (spider lily for short), it resurfaced and is now emi’s companion. One more was created for quite a while now and she is called abel. i don’t like to call them personalities, i hate it they are more like friends due to the lack of them i have in my new school. but when they take over, lily’s rage and hatred really chokes me and abel’s child like happiness and ‘not so innocent’ innocent self overwhelms me. [i like to think that the original had a better control of the people in her mind.]

i really don’t know where i am going with this but my parents are finally Finally bringing me to the psychiatrist after so many years (they didn’t think it was that bad and they tried to solve it themselves). i’m really afraid, i want to talk about it with my very small number of in real life friends i have left more but then i will remember that i told them recently (even though i felt like i haven’t done so in a long long time. i would probably keep thinking like that if i did not think very very hard about it), so i didn’t. lily and abel are my emotional support, while my original refuses to come back. i think they are way more alters in my mind but not prominent enough for me to name them.

my sense of identity is a mess. i’m actually not very sure who is typing right now. i call myself emi right now. okay yes its me emi.

[random: abel tells me she really really loves our pillow which is a daily abel thing]

#personal #mental illness #mental disorder #don't rb

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