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dbnightingale24 · 2 years ago

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Sneak Peek To ‘A Huckleberry Is Nothing Without His Hummingbird’

A follow up to ‘It’s Ridiculous, But I’ll Always Love You’ A Lloyd Hansen Love Story

I’m back! Thanks for all the congrats and well wishes! So much writing has been going on since I got back, and I can’t wait to start posting again! Thank you, as always, to @fuckingbye for the amazing moodboard and just being amazing in general! I love you! I hope you all enjoy this snippet, and I hope to have the full story up soon!!

Warnings: Swearing, Family Drama, Angst, Drama, Arguments, Lloyd being Lloyd, Slight Mention of Drinking

Word Count: 1,014

Lloyd’s P.O.V

“Trav, you and I need to have a talk,” I sigh as I take seat his computer desk.

He’s nine years old, why the hell does he have such an intense computer setup?

“Aren’t you supposed to knock before you come in? Mom knocks,” he mutters, not even bothering to look up from his book.

“She’s the nicer one.”

“Didn’t she punch my gym teacher in the face just for making a remark about my attitude when it comes to leading team sports?”

“I said she’s nicer one, not the more sane one, and put the damn book down. I’m talking to you.”

“What?”

“Watch your fucking mouth. What’s going on at school, and why didn’t you tell me about it?”

“In order for me to tell you about anything, you’d have to be here for that,” he snaps.

Ah yes, that’s why he has an insane computer setup. Guilt.

“I’m here now.”

“Good job.”

“Travis, I swear to God-”

“You’re never home, Dad! Before, you were always away on missions. Now, you don’t do missions but you’re always at work, and when you are home, you get pissed off about every little thing. If you don’t give a damn, why should I say anything?”

“That’s not true and you know it. I’m just adjusting. I know I’m not good at it, but I’m working on it.”

“Are you capable of apologizing to anyone besides Mom?

“I apologize to you when you deserve one.”

“Now seems like a pretty good time.”

“Jesus, you’re so much like your Mother sometimes. I swear that sometimes I think you two work together to drive me insane.”

“Well, I’m the one who got sent to my room, so it can’t be all that bad.”

“You owe your Mother an apology.”

“Yeah, I know,” he sighs.

“Sit up and tell me what’s going on.”

“I don’t feel like talking about it.”

“Yeah, I don’t care. Get up and talk to me. Why didn’t you tell me you were getting bullied?”

“Didn’t we just discuss that?”

I swear he’s just like Y/N.

“Travis.”

“Some of the kids at school think it’s funny that I’m scared to go to gym class, or that I jump when a book drops, or that I have panic attacks.”

“Why the hell are youi afraid of gym class?”

“A ball bouncing off the wall? A basketball bouncing-”

“Okay okay,” I sigh, sitting back. “You can’t let the bullies win. That’s not how your Mom and I are rasinging you.”

“I fought back and got suspended and, I’m sorry, isn’t that the Hansen way?”

“Are we sure you’re only 9?”

“I learn from the best.”

“That you do. Do you want to be home schooled?”

“Not forever,” he mumbles and I roll my eyes. “What now?”

“Speak up, I’m not raising you to be shy!”

“Why isn’t Mom having this talk with me?”

“Because she’s making dinner and I’m your Father.”

“You should’ve ordered something,” he goes on, completely ignoring the part about me being his Father.

Great, my kids hates me too.

“I offered to and she said that you prefer home cooked meals.”

“It doesn’t matter, she’s stressed out. You just have to do it.”

“How do you know this?”

“When she gets really upset over the things you do, I make dinner or talk her into ordering food,” he shrugs as if it’s no big deal.

“I’m trying to do better-”

“Don’t try, Dad. Just do it. Mom is here all the time and she deals with all of it, and then has to deal with your mood swings on top of it? It’s not fair.”

“Yeah, I know,” I mutter as I get up.

“Now who isn’t speaking up?”

“Watch it,” I warn ib the voice that lets him know he’s got no more buttons left to push, “and watch the swearing around your Mom. You know how much she hates it.”

“But why?”

“You’ve spent time with your grandparents, that’s not how she was raised. You’re too young to swear.”

“That’s not what you think.”

“You’re gonna swear anyway, so who gives a damn when you start? However, your Mom doesn’t like it, so cut it out.”

“I preferred when you two lived apart.”

“Well, get used to how things are now, because it’s how they’re staying.”

“Not if you keeo going on like this,” he mutters, picking up his book.

“Stop being a little shit and get ready for dinner. I’m taking everyone out.”

“Where?”

“Wherever your Mom wants. Get up and get dressed.”

Yeah, I owe him an apology, but he’s not getting one while he’s being a little shit.

It also doesn’t help that he’s right.

Trying to think of the romantic way to tell you that I’m taking you both out, I make my way downstairs and into the kitchen to see you sitting outside at the patio dinner table, smoking a cigarette and drinking wine.

How did I fuck this up? We were doing good and then, as usual, I got in the way. I’m the one starting the arguments, I’m burying myself in an attempt to keep the bit of sanity that I have, I’m not there for Travis like I used to be...

I keep fucking it up.

You’re right: this isn’t college and we can’t go on raising Travis like this. I have to start giving and stop taking. I’m not afraid of much, but I am terrified of losing you again, and I can tell that you’re on your last leg. I’m unforgiving and an entitled asshole, and you knew that when you fell in love with me, but the charm was that I never treated you like everyone else.

Well, never to this extent.

Now, I keep taking too much and don’t even think of giving anything back, and I can’t be mad that you’re ready to call off the wedding. Hell, I haven’t even seen you look at a bridal magazine in months.

If this is gonna get better at all, it’s gonna have to start with me.

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vendetta-if · 3 years ago

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Announcement - What's Next?

Hey guys! In this post, I'll lay out what I'm planning to do in the next week or two.

First of all, I'll be taking some time off from writing the main story to get some rest and just relax and wind down for a while (maybe around two weeks or so). I've been writing every night non-stop ever since I first posted the Prologue and Chapter 1, and my brain feels wrung out 😵‍💫 and I certainly don’t want to reach a point of feeling burnout. I've been going to sleep at 3 AM almost every night for the past few weeks, so I hope this break can also help me fix my sleep schedule 😴

But don't worry, I will still be active and will try to answer asks on Tumblr! 😄 So, while I'm taking a break, I'm planning to do these stuffs:

Get the 1,000 Followers Celebration event going (I haven't forgotten it!) 🎉 I'll make a separate post about it after this.

Finish the Artbreeder portraits for all the ROs (I already have some done and will be ready soon-ish) 😉

Research and try to set up a Discord Server for "Vendetta", so you guys can start discussing with each other and I’ll be able to talk to you guys directly.

Setting up Patreon (It would probably be open next month since I don't want to charge people for only half a month and I still need to start making content for it first before opening it).

Start trying to write short stories and snippets! Just generally flexing my creative muscle a bit and maybe even make little aesthetic moodboard for the ROs.

Do some 'housekeeping' for this Tumblr Blog (adding more links, making a separate character page post for each RO with the brand new Artbreeder portraits, trying to make a semblance of main directory for some asks and scenarios so it'll be easier for people to find them).

Try my best to catch up with old asks (especially scenario asks that have been sitting in my drafts) 🤞

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sfb123 · 4 years ago

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Sapere Aude - Part 8A

Book: The Royal Heir

Pairing: King Liam Rys x Queen Riley Brooks

All characters belong to Pixelberry.

Catch Up Here

Series Description: I developed a theory of what I think will happen in TRH Book 4, and I was encouraged by some very lovely people to turn my theory into a fic, so here it is. Basically, Riley is recruited to join the Via Imperii, this series will follow her as she joins them to try and bring them down from the inside, and all of the drama and bombshells she learns along the way. Sapere Aude is Latin for “dare to know” it seemed like an appropriate title.

Rating: M -MATURE

Warning: Adult language, smut (🍋🍋🍋) and other adult themes.

Word Count: 4,049

Notes: I know I’ve sucked at updating and posting. I hit kind of a personal slump in my writing, there was a lot of self-loathing involved. I really struggled with writing chapter 9, and I eventually had a revelation that it was likely because I wasn’t done exploring everything that happened in chapter 8, so I’ve made a sub chapter. We follow Liam when after he leaves their quarters and get into his thought process in dealing with the bombshell that was dropped on him.

And yes, you read that rating right, my lemon tree has had its first bloom. I really stressed myself out over this, so I hope it’s worth the time I spent trying to convince myself that I was doing a good job, not to mention the time my friends had to spend (see below) to boost my ego.

Thank you so so much to @txemrn for reading a couple of snippets for me and being the cheerleader I needed when I was feeling really down on myself and my work...even though I was supposed to be the one giving YOU a peptalk!

And a super special thank you to my fairy smutmother @jessiembruno. You listened to me complain, and doubt myself, and a million other things multiple times a day while I was trying to find my way, and you never once came off as annoyed or frustrated. I am so lucky to be able to call you a friend.

Finally, thank you so much @twinkleallnight for my UPDATED moodboard! She took it upon herself to update it to better reflect the feel of the story, and she did a kick ass job!

Tags: I’m officially rocking my new tag list. Everyone is listed below as well as in the comments for safety. If you’d like to be added or removed, let me know!

“Liam, where are you going?”

“I need to take a walk. Gather my thoughts.”

“Do you want me to come with you?”

“No, I need to be alone right now. You stay here, I’ll be back shortly.”

Before she could stop him, Liam was out the door. He knew she just wanted to be there for him, but he needed to be alone. The royal quarters, his home, his sanctuary, suddenly felt so small. He was suffocating there, he needed to get away, to breathe.

“Your majesty?” Bastien stopped him.

“I’m fine, Bastien, just going for a walk. Please stand down.” Liam tried to keep his tone and expression neutral, but it was obvious to Bastien that something was wrong. He bowed to the King, following orders and remaining at his post.

Liam continued walking through the palace, unsure where he was going, he just needed to get out. He found himself walking through the gardens, approaching the maze. One of his mother’s last projects before her passing...or rather, before she abandoned him. It was always a special place for Liam. Growing up, he would often go there to hide out when he was feeling lonely, or missing his mother more than usual. It was one of his favorite spots on the grounds, possibly in the world. How would he ever be able to look at this space the same again? It would serve as a constant reminder of the insurmountable betrayal he had faced at the hands of the woman that gave him life.

As he walked the familiar path through the maze, he considered his options. Perhaps he would burn it to the ground, and salt the earth to prevent any attempts at regrowth. Would that make him feel better? Would it take away the pain?

Likely not, but it would feel good to know that I took something away from her that she cherished so dearly. A metaphor for what she has done to me. My memories of her, her kindness, her generosity, they mean nothing anymore. Because, to her, I meant nothing. I couldn’t have. If I did, she wouldn’t have left.

He continued his journey, getting lost in his thoughts. He would look back at his childhood memories, trying to remember something, anything, that could ease this moment for him. Nothing came. His mind then wandered to the relationship he could have had with Thomas, his brother. He had another brother this whole time. All those times when Leo had run off to god knows where, he wouldn’t have had to be quite as alone as he was. Sure, he had Drake to keep him company, but Drake wasn’t a prince. He didn’t have the same expectations, the same limitations, that Liam faced. He could have had someone else by his side that understood all of it.

How was he supposed to feel about Thomas now that he knew the truth? His first instinct was anger, but he quickly rejected that. It wasn’t his fault that they were kept apart their whole lives. He was suddenly very curious about Thomas’s life.

What was his childhood like? How did he feel when he learned that he was also royalty? Has he ever wanted to say anything to me, to come forward? Would I have believed him if he had?

Even though he wasn’t supposed to know any of this, he hoped that things would get to a point where he could talk to Thomas, and ask those questions. Ideally in a casual setting over drinks, and not an interrogation cell.

Liam soon found himself in the center of the maze. As he took in his surroundings, his mind kept racing back to his childhood. The picnics with his mother, the games of maze tag with Drake.

I wonder if Thomas would have liked to play maze tag with us, had he been around.

He felt a sudden calming come over him at one point. When he took a look around, he realized that he was standing in the exact spot where he and Riley had landed when he inadvertently tackled her the night of the masquerade ball. The night he learned she had traveled halfway around the world just for a chance to be with him, because she felt what he was feeling after just a few hours together one night in New York. Even now, all these years later, he still felt the same butterflies in his stomach thinking of that moment.

Wistfully, he walked a bit further, to the spot where they stood the night of his coronation, where he had finally managed to say those three words he had been feeling since the moment his eyes met hers. He smiled as he replayed the memory of her saying it back to him. He was fairly certain at the time that she felt the same way, but to hear those words fall from her beautiful lips, he had never felt a high quite like that in his life. His mind then wandered to the events that those words led to, another moment he had long dreamed of. Physically expressing the love they had just declared. He felt his heart start to race thinking of their first time together. All of the sudden, anger quickly replaced all other emotions, as he remembered that there was a tape of that moment. A tape that was recorded, and held, by her group. He quickly searched the area, digging his arms through the hedges, looking for anywhere a camera might be hidden. He came up empty. Given how long it had been since the recording, it made sense that they had likely removed their surveillance from the area.

Another reason to be rid of this maze once and for all. Another reminder of the deceit. Only this time it’s worse, they brought Riley into it.

Liam needed to move on from the center of the maze, so he continued walking, finally coming across the wishing well. The wishing well his mother had told him about when he was a child.

Can you take back wishes? I wished so many times that my mother would come back to me, for her death to have been a misunderstanding. Well Liam, you got your wish, now look at you. How many other wishes have I made that will come back around to bite me in the ass?

His mind began to wander again. This time, to the night of the Homecoming Ball. The night Riley was officially presented as the Duchess of Valtora, and more importantly, his fiance. They both made wishes that night, he remembered his wish: to never let fear dictate his choices, the way his father did.

He let fear dictate his choices because of the loss of his wife. Had he known what truly happened, things would have been different. Perhaps he wouldn’t have interfered with my choice during the social season. I could have been with Riley all along. The way things were always supposed to be. I know we ended up together, and the struggles made our bond that much stronger, but there was a very real chance that I could have lost her forever, I almost did, over his choice.

Thinking of Riley reminded him of her reassurances that night, she was so confident in his ability to be a good King. She believed in him from day one, and never faltered in that. Even when he didn’t believe in himself, thinking of Riley, and her faith in him gave him the strength to continue on. To be the best man, and King he could be. To make his Queen proud.

In that moment, Liam had an epiphany. This maze was so much more than his childhood and memories of a mother that betrayed him. This maze was about the love he and Riley shared. It had played a paramount role in their story. When he looked around, he saw memories of them, their stolen moments, their heartfelt confessions. He couldn’t get rid of this maze, if he did, he would be destroying a piece of his heart.

From this moment forward, this maze is not about her, not about the lies that she raised me on. It is about the love and support I have shared with my soulmate. This is where our love, much like the flowers that adorn these hedges, blossomed.

Riley...my heart, my world, my Queen. She gave up her life, her freedom, to be with me. She left her family and friends, her job, everything, for me. She has dedicated her life to my country, she has taken on my responsibilities. What have I done in return? I’ve put her in this impossible position. I’ve put her in harm's way, yet again, for the good of Cordonia. A country had never even heard of before I came in and turned her life upside down.

He needed to get back to her. Walking back toward the palace, he started considering how she might be feeling in that moment. He had been so caught up in his own mind, that he didn’t stop to think what all of this was doing to her. She had to deliver devastating news to the man she loved, and his reaction was to abandon her. His heart sank as he approached their quarters, he felt so small. He entered their bedroom, overwhelmed with shame for the way he had left her.

Of course she’s still awake. She probably stayed up worrying about me. I was so selfish to just leave her like that.

He kept his head down, too ashamed to look her in the eye, and walked straight into his closet to get ready for bed. His mind working overtime, trying to find the right words, but nothing came. He exited the closet and walked toward the bed, hoping something would come to him.

Finally, Riley broke the silence in the room.

“Liam…” She said barely above a whisper, he turned his head and looked at her for the first time since arriving home. “I’m sorry.” She placed her hand gently over his.

She thinks I’m mad at her. She’s blaming herself. How does she not understand that she is the only thing keeping me from going off the edge? I’m the one that dragged her through all of this, and she’s apologizing to me. I don’t deserve her love.

He was overwhelmed with anger at himself, and heartbreak for his wife. “Riley, you have nothing to apologize for. I am the one that wanted you to do this. You did nothing wrong. None of this is on you.” He tried to smile, but he knew it was unconvincing. He could feel the sting of tears beginning to well up in his eyes.

“Fine, but you’re not allowed to blame yourself either.”

Even to this day, after all of these years, it astonishes me how she can see right through me like that. I’ve had years of training to hide my thoughts and emotions, that training proved useless when it comes to Riley.

“What you just said, telling me you were the one that wanted me to do this. I know you Liam Rys, better than anyone. You’re thinking about how you brought all of this on yourself.”

It’s the truth. None of this would have happened if I hadn’t talked you into joining.

For the second time that night, Liam couldn’t bear to look his wife in the eyes. She was right, but so was he. Liam felt the firm, yet loving touch of Riley’s hand holding his chin and lifting his gaze to meet hers. There was a fire in her eyes, unlike any he had seen from her before.

“This is all on them, it’s the Via Imperii’s fault. That’s why we’re going to take them down. Together. Just like Anton, just like Auvernal, just like Barthelemy, just like any other enemy that has ever, or will ever come our way. We are the King and Queen of Cordonia, Liam and Riley Rys. We are a force to be reckoned with.”

Liam was taken aback by the determination in her statement. He knew she was strong, she had been his rock since the day they met, but this was so much more than that. He didn’t know it was possible, but he felt his love for her grow.

Awestruck, he took the hand she had planted on his chin in his, and brought it to his lips, kissing it softly. “You always know just what to say, love.”

“Years of diplomatic training. I need to be prepared for every possible scenario.” She winked at him.

He couldn’t help but chuckle at the comment. She made it seem so easy to turn his mood around. It was something he would never understand, but always be grateful for.

God, I love this woman.

Riley smiled and leaned into him. “C’mon, let’s try to get some sleep. We can circle back to this nightmare in the morning, start working on a plan.” They both laid back onto the bed, and into each others arms.

In the middle of the night, Liam’s eyes shot open, his heart pounding in his chest, worry overcoming him. He needed a moment to get his bearings, turning to his left to make sure she was still there. She was.

He had been dreaming, a nightmare, technically. Riley was gone, he wasn’t sure where she had gone or why. All he knew was he felt empty, broken, more so than he ever had before. He watched Riley as she slept, a single tear rolling down his cheek. He thought back to his family, the people that were supposed to be there and care for him above all else.

His mother, who had lied to him from the second he was brought into this world. She was his benchmark for love and support, but it was all fake. Because of her, he lived his life based on false ideals. Then he met Riley, she showed him what love and support truly was.

Leo, he was a great brother growing up. He made sure Liam got to have fun, and took the heat when it would get out of hand. However as he got older, his priorities changed, and he was around less and less. When he finally abdicated the throne, he placed the weight of the world on Liam’s shoulders. The bright side to that, was that becoming the Crown Prince, and having a social season, brought Riley into his life. She helped him believe that he truly could carry the weight that was thrust upon him.

His father, a King above all else. As hard as Liam tried to break through that wall, it was duty and his country above all else. That never mattered to Liam though, he still looked up to his father and held him to such a high standard. Until it was uncovered that he attempted to destroy his son’s one chance at true happiness. Despite his attempts at ruining her name, and putting her in harm’s way, Riley stayed and fought. She fought for herself, and she fought for their love. She forgave him for his actions, something Liam was never fully able to do. And when Liam mourned his loss, she was there by his side, holding his hand.

Riley, his bright spot in all of the darkness. His constant source of goodness and joy. In all of that pain, Riley was there. Who would be there if she left him? He would have nothing, he would be nothing. He felt a tightness in his chest at the thought of losing her. He reached his hand out and gently stroked her arm, needing to touch her.

He saw her eyes slowly start to flutter open.

She’s cute when she’s tired.

He watched as she lifted her hand and ran her fingers through his hair. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply.

“Hey, are you ok?”

He unsuccessfully tried to swallow away the lump in his throat before answering. “Please don’t leave me, Riley.”

Liam watched as she sat up in bed, a confused look on her face. “Liam, never. I love you, you’re stuck with me for life.

He knew she meant it, but he also knew these things weren’t always under their control. “I just…there have been so many people that said they cared about me, and then left. Losing them was so hard. But if I lost you Riley, I don’t know how I would be able to continue on. You are the most important part of me, my everything. I don’t exist without you.”

A sadness overtook Riley’s face, Liam felt horrible for making her feel that way. He looked down before feeling her hands on either side of his face, her thumbs softly stroking his cheeks. “Liam, I promise you with all my heart, and everything I am, that there is nothing on this earth that could take me away from you. My husband and my daughter are the greatest joys of my life. A world without the two of you is not a world I would ever even want to think about.”

In that moment, all Liam could think about was being as close to her as he possibly could. He desperately needed to feel her body tangled with his. He surged forward and kissed her with everything he had. It was a kiss loaded with love, longing, and need. He lowered Riley from her seated position and rolled on top of her.

“Show me.” He whispered.

“Yes, my king.”

He shuddered at her words. Pinning her hands above her head, he slowly rolled his hips into her so that she could feel just how desperate he was for his wife. Riley closed her eyes and moaned at the sensation.

Liam’s mouth moved to her ear, nipping at the lobe before saying in a commanding, yet tender tone, “Open your eyes Riley, I want you to see everything I am going to do to you.”

Riley’s eyes opened as she met Liam’s hungry gaze. “Yes, my king.”

“Good girl.” He kissed her deeply, removing one hand from hers and slowly moving it down her body, traveling the familiar curves that drove him crazy time and time again.

Liam’s lips moved away from hers, treading across her jawline and down her neck. Riley hissed at the feeling of his teeth running along her tender skin. “Liam, calm down. You’re going to leave marks.”

“Good, they will serve as a reminder that you belong here, with me.”

Riley freed her wrists from Liam’s grasp and brought his face to hers. “Liam, I don’t need a reminder, I’m right here and I’m not going anywhere.”

He silenced her with a searing kiss. One hand traced the curve of her breast as the other traveled downward, rubbing her center through her panties. “You’re so wet for me already, love.”

All Riley could do was groan in response. She felt his lips return to her neck, as his hands traveled to the hem of her tank top, he gently lifted the shirt over her head and deposited it on the floor. His mouth continued its descent, kissing her shoulder and quickly moving to her breast, taking the nipple into his mouth, slowly circling it with his tongue. He kissed across her chest, paying the same attention to the other breast.

The quiet moans and whimpers coming from his wife were the encouragement Liam needed to continue moving south, kissing down her torso until he was met with the waistband of her panties. He paused and looked up at her.

“Liam, please.” She whispered, desperate for him to remove the lacy barrier.

He gave her a wolfish grin before taking them between his teeth and quickly dragging them down her legs. Once they were removed, he lifted her foot and softly kissed the inside of her ankle, his lips moved at a painfully slow speed, resting her leg over his shoulder as he moved closer to her wanting center.

As soon as Riley felt Liam’s breath on her glistening core, her own breath hitched. Liam heard it, and it satisfied him to know that in that moment she needed him just as much as he needed her. He tantalizingly licked up the length of her slit until he reached her sensitive nub.

She gasped as he began sucking and licking, his tongue moving in calculated circles. He knew her body inside and out, he knew just what to do to her to get the reaction he wanted.

Riley’s hands quickly found their way to Liam, running her fingers through his hair and gripping tightly guiding him exactly where she needed him. The pressure caused Liam to moan into her, Riley felt the vibration against her body and trembled.

Sensing that she was close to her release, he slowly slid one finger inside of her, and curled it slightly. She bucked her hips and moaned Liam’s name, that was all the invitation he needed to add a second finger.

“Yes Liam, don’t stop.”

He looked up at her with an unmistakable mix of lust and adoration. “Never, Riley.” Before continuing his efforts, causing Riley to plummet over the edge, loudly moaning his name. He worked through her release, savoring every second of her ecstasy.

As she started to come down from her release, Liam kissed a path up her stomach, positioning himself on top of her. Once they were face to face he kissed her deeply.

Their tongues intertwined, and Riley’s hands drifted to the front of Liam’s pajama pants, palming his hardness through the fabric eliciting a deep groan from him. Riley smiled into the kiss, moving her hand into his pants, wrapping it around his length and pumping slowly.

“Mmm...are you ready to take all of me, love?” He asked as he thrust into her hand.

Riley nipped at his bottom lip before responding. “Yes Liam, I need you.”

He quickly removed his pants, lining himself up with her entrance. Pressing his forehead to hers, and looking deep into her eyes, he eased himself into her carefully, desperate to feel every inch of her. He paused for a moment, allowing her to adjust before slowly rocking his hips against her.

As they moved together, Liam began sucking and nibbling on Riley’s earlobe. Riley whimpered in response, her hands running up and down his muscular back. She wrapped her legs around him and dug her heels into him, urging him to move faster. He complied, and almost immediately, he felt her walls starting to clench around him.

“That’s it Riley. Cum for me, love.” He locked eyes with her again, bringing one hand to her cheek to ensure she held his gaze through her release.

Riley’s back arched as she lost control, the muscles in her body tensed, and she screamed out in pleasure. “Oh god Liam, yes!”

Watching and feeling Riley come undone was all Liam needed to push him over the edge. He thrust into her one last time with a guttural groan as he filled her with his seed.

They laid still for several moments, Liam resting his face in the crook of Riley’s neck, breathing in her scent as his breathing slowly began to return to normal. He then removed himself from her and laid on his back, pulling Riley to his side. She rested her head on his chest, and he responded by planting a gentle kiss on the crown of her head.

“Are you feeling better?” She tilted her head up to look at him.

He stroked her cheek and smiled softly at her. “Much. Thank you Riley.” Their lips met in a brief kiss.

“Good. Now please try to get some sleep, we’re going to have a lot to figure out in the morning.”

“Of course. Riley?”

She looked up at him, eyelids heavy. “Hmm?”

“I love you, so much.” He kissed her on her forehead.

She smiled and leaned into him, placing several light kisses on his chest. “I love you too, Liam. Always.”

He let out a content sigh and tightened his arms around his wife as they both drifted off to sleep.

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Sapere Aude:

@burnsoslow

Liam x Riley:

@jared2612

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lbigreyhound13 · 4 years ago

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WIP Intro Post

Happy FFWF! This is for @joyful-soul-collector‘s ask to create a WIP Intro Post for any upcoming works I have!! I’m going to do only Iron Dad works, so this is what I have coming so far! Also I apologize in advance because I...do not know how to make moodboards...soooo...this is what I got.... Also keep in mind that is for works that haven’t been posted yet!

1. An Alternate Ending to The Many Adventures of Iron Dad and Spider Son

Summary: Endgame Fix-It! After Peter is brought back after being snapped away for five whole years, he suddenly finds himself once again battling Thanos alongside his mentor, Tony and the other Avengers. When Tony promises that they will talk later, Peter does whatever it takes to make sure they are never separated again.

Coming Soon on AO3 and FF.net

2. All We’ve Been Through (My Endgame Fix-it/Canon Divergence from IW)

Summary: Canon divergence from Avengers: Infinity War and Endgame. Both Peter and Tony survive the Snap, and they work with Nebula to get back to Earth. Who knows what’s waiting for them when they get back?

Coming Soon on AO3 and FF.net

3. A Super Secret Collab with @superherotiger

Summary: So...I don’t want to spoil it too much because Tiger and I agreed to keep it a surprise, BUT I will provide a snippet of the first chapter:

Tony sniffled as he held Peter tightly. “I can’t believe you’re here,” he said in between sobs. He turned his head giving Peter a kiss on the cheek. “I…I missed you so much, kid.”

“It’s…It’s really been 5 years?” Peter asked holding Tony just a little tighter.

Tony took a deep shaky breath. Of course, Strange would tell Peter it had been 5 years since they were snapped away, and this was the last thing he wanted to happen when he imagined reuniting with Peter. He wanted to take him somewhere private—with him and May and explain what was going on…how Thanos took them away for 5 whole years…how they used time travel to bring him and everyone else back, but it would be difficult to do that in the middle of a battle against the past version of Thanos. Slowly, he pulled away to look at his kid placing his forehead against Peter’s, and it felt so good to do that again.

“Yeah, kid, it has been,” he said quickly, “but listen to me…I promise, I promise…you and I will talk later. I’ll explain it, okay? Right now, we got to focus on keeping the Gauntlet and the stones from Thanos. Do whatever you can to make sure he doesn’t get it, okay?”

Peter nodded profusely against Tony’s forehead gripping him tightly. “I promise, Mr. Stark,” Peter said. “I won’t let you down.”

Coming Soon to AO3 ONLY!!!

#ffwf #iron dad and spider son

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sincerelyella · 4 years ago

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The Vow Chapter 3 - Perfectly Imperfect

Book: Open Heart (AU)

Pairings: Ethan x MC (Ella)

Song Inspiration: Perfectly Imperfect by Ryan Hiraoka

Characters belong to Pixelberry; MC Ella Dela Cruz Ramsey belongs to me. I do not give permission for anyone to copy my MC or her likeness, copy paste my fics/moodboards on tumblr or any other website.

Catch up here

Summary: Ethan and Ella were in married bliss and trying to start a family, until a car accident makes her forget the last two years of their lives together.

A/N: I thought … aww who cares about the other fics I need to update (like desperately), I should start a WHOLE NEW SERIES. What is wrong with me? Throw my whole laptop away guys.

Words you may want to know:

Anak → means child, daughter or son in Tagalog

Warnings: Fluff; mentioning of miscarriage; tw: memory loss; sexual innuendos; adult language

Thank you @dcbbw for reading a snippet and @openheart12 for reading this through for me - and reassuring me it doesn’t suck, love you!

Words: 745

The Ho'oilo House, West Maui, Hawai'i 2019

“Oh my God,” Ella panted as she rolled off of Ethan onto the large king-sized bed. “I need to-”

“Don’t get up. I’ll do it.” He stood and ran warm water onto a small face towel. “That’s a record - double digits,” he grinned wide as he walked back and cleaned them both up. He sprawled out onto the bed and turned to grab his wife around the waist.

“Mmhmm, I see you’re proud of yourself,” she chuckled as she tucked her body against his side and hooked one of her legs around his waist like an anchor.

“This little vacation was good for us, I think,” he whispered into her hair. “No work stress, no pressure, it’s just … us being together.”

“I’m so in love with you; it’s insane,” she murmured against him. “I know it felt like I forgot that when we were going through the hard times, but ... I love you.”

“I love you too,” Ethan’s face turned serious. “I promise to always remind you why you love me, okay?”

Ethan and Ella had been trying to start a family as soon as they got married, but it didn’t prove easy. She suffered one miscarriage, and it destroyed her, she was wracked with guilt, and Ethan felt helpless. Naveen suggested they take a week off from the hospital and try to relive their honeymoon, where they had no worries or stress. Ethan booked The Ho'oilo House immediately and took care of Ella’s schedule to make sure Sienna and Jackie were able to take her cases. They were like two teenagers who couldn’t wait to get away from their parents to have alone time.

Edenbrook Hospital, 2020

It had been two weeks since the accident, Ethan had already been discharged with a minor concussion, and a couple of fractured ribs. He never left the hospital since Ella was still unconscious after her injuries and the cardiac emergency she endured. Naveen and Harper begged Ethan to go home and sleep, but they knew deep down that he would never leave her. Ethan had never met Ella’s family, and she had never spoken about them, so he left it alone. He showered in the staff locker room, slept in a cot beside her hospital bed, and basically lived there, hoping and waiting for Ella to wake up.

After the nurse had given her her daily medications for the morning, Ethan stood and walked to the adjoining bathroom to brush his teeth. Once he was done, he came back into the room, and there sat Ella, eyes wide and staring at him.

“Ella?” He was by her side in seconds, and she flinched. “I’m so sorry, El, I’m sorry if I scared you.” Ethan sat next to her on the bed and noticed she was still studying him with curious eyes. “What’s wrong, love?”

“I’m sorry,” she croaked out and cleared her throat. “I-I’m sorry, but … who are you?”

Ethan’s eyes widened. “I’m your husband,” he tried not to panic and bit his lip hard to keep himself from crying. “Your name is Ella Vivienne Dela Cruz Ramsey, my name is Ethan Jonah Ramsey, and we got married two years ago.”

Ella nodded. “I know who I am, and I know you’re a famous doctor - but the last thing I remember is trying to apply for residency in California,” she looked around the room with furrowed brows. “I’m not in California, am I?”

“No,” he shook his head and tried to keep the tears from falling. “No, you’re in Boston at Edenbrook Hospital. You did your residency here, that’s how we met and fell in love, Ella.”

“So, you’re not my doctor?”

His heart sank; Ella had no memory of her time at Edenbrook or him. “No, I’m sorry, I’m not.”

Suddenly, the door burst open, and an older couple walked into the room.

The older woman spoke first. “Anak, oh my God, you’re alright!”

“We were worried about you, baby, we got a call from the nurse last night and flew over immediately,” the man leaned over the hospital bed and kissed Ella on the forehead.

“Mom? Dad?”

“These are your parents?!” Ethan exclaimed as he studied the couple. They dressed like they had a lot of money, and they both looked at Ethan like he was trash.

“You must be the man who took our daughter from us,” the woman spat out.

#The Vow #OH #OH choices #choices #play choices #pixelberry #OH fandom #OH fanfiction #OH fanfic #open heart #open heart fandom #open heart fanfic #open heart fanfiction #Ethan Ramsey #Ethan x MC #Ethan x Ella #tw: memory loss

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cruelwritersthesis · 5 years ago

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One-Shot: Spinning ‘Round (like two sides of a coin)

[begin image ID: The background of the image is dark stained wood. In the center of the frame is an image of a coin with a woman stamped on the front and a flipped, slightly transparent version just behind and to the right. Above and below the coin, written in red Lucida Calligraphy with a white text shadow, reads the words: Spinning 'Round (like two sides of a coin). end ID.]

Time is a construct. What we know as past, present, and future all exist at the same time, ad infinitum. • Guided not by time but a spoken word poem, follow along the lives of two intertwined souls, Timothy Stoker and Sasha James. The story of their friendship from the time they meet, through growing apart, to when they fall back together, and through their time working at the Magnus Institute. Witness slices of their lives—not memories, memories would suggest the past—as they exist, ad infinitum, even at The End.

1. it started with a sweater

Sasha waited nervously backstage, shifting her weight from foot to foot, her breath fast and broken. She tried not to move around too much, seeing as it was a little cramped. Her fellow classmates from her previous school had gotten after her when she'd bounced her leg or drummed her fingers against her thigh. She couldn't help it! But their complaints had made her self-conscious.

Then she spotted the other new kid, his bright pink and green patterned shirt standing out starkly against the cooler toned clothes of the other kids around him.

cont. → ao3

my piece for @tmabigbang! i’m so glad i was able to participate. this was also my first bb, and i had a blast.

huge, ginormous thanks to the artists and betas for picking my fic to join! you guys are the bomb.com.org.co.uk.

big thanks to my wonderful artists!

@bisexualoftheblade who was like, “fuck it. i’m gonna make three moodboards, a ton of quote edits, and a playlist.” pls get some sleep, cai. i beg. masterlist can be found here!

@lucifers-favorite-sweater who made the most adorable piece of Tim and Sasha first meeting. find it here!

@marimocrab who joined the team half-way through and is still kicking out an amazing piece. (i’ve seen the rough sketch and it’s *chef’s kiss* so you just know the finished piece will be *chef’s kiss*) link coming soon!

@ebenrosetaylor *gasp* :O a stowaway! you’ll see why below, but who was so kind to draw a fucking comic??? for my piece as well. find the first part here!

and, of course, big thanks to my amazing betas!

@dont-taunt-the-octopus mx. “i see you have laid out a nice, manageable schedule for me to read your vignettes across the many weeks the bang takes place but i’m gonna ignore it and read the whole thing in one night”

@ebenrosetaylor (getting tagged twice, that’s right, i did it) mr. “time to do a dramatic reading of the vignettes”

and of course, big, huge thanks to both for, not only helping with all the smaller grammar and sentence stuff, but also brainstorming many of the vignettes, meeting with me thru vc (even when my wifi cut out several times ;;), and then putting up with my “i’ll lowball and say 6k min--oh oops my hand slipped it’s now 20k+” fic.”

finally, an additional thanks to @darlinglissa who provided me with much entertainment via her first impression of my fic thru small snippets Cai sent her, and then additional support for the final few weeks of creation

all y’all are absolutely

[x]

and i’m so glad i got to meet you, work with you, and become friends!

#tma #the magnus archives #sasha james #timothy stoker #not sasha #danny stoker #jonathan sims #martin blackwood #tma big bang 2020 #tma fanfic #my fanfic #one shot #fanfic #long post

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faejilly · 5 years ago

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I was tagged by @la-muerta & @facialteeth & @thedivinemissema for the WIP/Title Game

rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. send me an ask with the title that most intrigues you and interests you and i’ll post a little snippet of it or tell you something about it!

AND THEN by @shadoedseptmbr @msviolacea & @ravenclawnerd for the “stories you want to write... but for some reason haven’t yet”

so this will be a mish-mash of both? The WIPs will mostly have blurbs in this case (to fit the second meme) but you are still welcome to ask follow-up questions, if you’d like ;) Assuming you make it through the list, it is uh. Not Short.

Anyone who would like to play with their WIPs, please consider yourself tagged in either or both of these. :D

Misc Fic Folder:

“untitled document” - where I’m working on fictober fills so I have word-counts for my GYWO tracker. I am not working on these because Brains Are Dumb and also Going Back To Work Is Exhausting

I made a file called “YULETIDE!” which has nothing in it but I’m determined to finish this year so that is definitely technically a thing in the Unending WIP List of Doom worth mentioning. (Tho obviously that’s all I could say even if I had started, because anonymous.)

“coda-fics, rewatch!” -yes, that exclamation mark is important! it’s to keep me motivated! (it didn’t work). Much like untitled, this is for putting stuff so I can do word count tracking even if I don’t know what I’m doing. Currently I think it just says “MARYSE” because I was working on my SH 1x6 coda-fic and then got distracted and haven’t typed anything up yet. (Yay notebooks? Boo notebooks? Not even sure at this point.)

WNIP (works not in progress) Folder:

“TOG” - I had one vivid mental image of how Nicky & Joe met (blood-stained evil smiles?) but then no idea for a follow-up story and also the fandom is insane and I’m not sure I want to deal with all of *gestures vaguely* all that

“Shan Xia Notes” -for a TTRPG that never quite got off the ground; she was a semi-tragic selkie who was still in love with the evil queen/lady who stole her skin and I got to play her for like one session and she was surprisingly chaotic neutral, which wasn’t at all what I’d been expecting. But the game never really got off the ground, so I never had enough info to really delve into writing backstory fic

“post-Kruschev” -Kruschev’s List was the last episode of Scarecrow & Mrs King, and I was debating writing an epilogue in place of the s5 we never got, to try and tie up some loose ends, but the fandom’s three old-ladies in trench coats and I never quite worked up the gumption to get it anywhere

“Code Realize warm as silk sequel” -there is literally nothing in this file except “SEX! Only a little angst” because I wanted to write some “we can’t actually touch each other” smut but never actually did. 🤷‍♀️

BioWare (also all Not-In-Progress Anymore)

“seb/adelaide”, “Theia” & “DAI Erana” -these WIP folders were cannibalized for ficlets for the last few times I did fictober, and while originally I had ideas for longer epilogues for all three of them, at this point I don’t think any of the remaining bits could support a story any longer.

”whispers in the dark” -Maia Ryder never really got much fic at all; the cancellation of any further Andromeda stuff was really disheartening, and at this point I’d have to play the game again, and I don’t think I’m gonna manage that any time soon

”TSP” -a Mass Effect 3 Shepard AU collab project that kind of went off the rails, and our mutual brains/lives never quite seem to line up so we can try and rebuild it ”Ngaio & Tane” -my one truly ruthless Shepard (Alliance background, who romanced Traynor) whose father Tane Shepard was, I think, in PsyOps, and I wanted to figure out their complicated relationship but never really did know where I was going with it

”JE Zu & Yaling” -so I’ve rambled about my Tragic Sagacious Zu Romance Thoughts regarding Jade Empire more than once (#Icy Yaling should have most of it) but apparently I want to yell about it more than I want to actually write it? Whoops.

”CI sequel: 5 times fic?” -Cruel Intentions is a kinkmeme fill that I started and then it sat for like five years before I actually finished it, and I liked the ending, but it does leave a giant fucking question mark in terms of how those people got from there to where they are after the game, and I kind of wanted to write a proper h/c fic rather than just... leaving them wallowing in all that trauma?

But I didn’t. I don’t even remember for sure how I wanted to frame the 5/1 of it all, besides it being something sad about allowing people to see you or touch you in some way. (Prayers maybe, since I think there was definitely some Sebastian & Fenris & faith stuff going on in there.)

“candles” -Merribela prompt fill that I never was happy with? Not sure what I might do with it at this point, so it’s just sitting there all sad and lonely and neglected-like.

Shadowhunters

pt1: WIP LIST ONLY

“Persuasion” -so I keep trying to write Persuasion AUs in many fandoms because it’s my favorite Austen, but I think I like it too much, I have no real solid concept of how I’d transform it, and if I don’t have anything else to say about different characters within that framework, I have no push to actually write anything? Also this SH version of it suffered from MASSIVE scope creep when I started outlining and it got too big for me to handle so I like, killed it twice? Whoops. This one is really probably never gonna happen.

“oosdt sequel” -I wanted to write more about the Forest That Eats People and Magnus & Alec as Guardians Between Worlds, and also some background Magnus’ Found Family & Lightwood Family Feels (maybe some clizzy?) and I left a Madzie plot-thread dangling from the first one on purpose even but I think this one had too many ideas and not enough focus so it’s sort of sprawling all over a doc with a lot of “???” in it

“procedural-ish” -this was originally going to be a sex-farce. and then it turned more serious. and then maybe kind of copaganda which was uncomfortable in terms of the Everything That Is The News in 2020, and then maybe it was more a Mafia AU and at that point I had self-inflicted tone whiplash and I wished the voices in my head were a little more forthcoming about their plans so I stopped before I brained myself on my computer monitor in frustration.

“I had rather a rose than live forever” -I started a reverse!verse Malec (Shadowhunter!Magnus, High Warlock!Alec) for bingo last year, and I couldn’t quite get it together in time, so I made a moodboard inspired by the bits I’d started instead. I may see if one of my prompts from Bingo this year help me finish it?

“fall fright fest (practical magic au)” -exactly what it says on the tin! almost exactly a year old & neglected! IDEK ANYMORE (I talked about this one with the WIP meme last time tho: here)

“priest!kink theology?” -I thought it was gonna be smut? I like priest!kink. I have made other people like it and yell at me even! But then I kept diverging into demon!Magnus thinking about Priest!Alec’s faith and as usual, IDEK ANYMORE *laughs*

(If they’re remotely canon-adjacent or divergent, a bunch of these are in here because I need to rewatch the show to get the pacing/timing/tone right and I haven’t, and I don’t know why, because I enjoy the show, but BRAINS! Are Dumb! So I guess that’s it?)

“I do” -I have tried to write this damnable Malec arranged marriage fic like six different times. I have signed up for fic exchanges and bangs with it, I have rewritten massive sections, trying to change tone or structure or POV or whatever, and it basically comes down to they like each other too fast and I keep not gutting it enough to get back to a useful pace, but by the time I realized that I was on take six and kind of sick of it. I may get back to it eventually

“wing!fic” -canon divergent in early s1, trying to deal with the consequences of Simon’s kidnapping as the Truly Serious Event that it should have been. It uh. Got heavier than I expected with those consequences (considering it was originally just supposed to be Alec’s wings flirting with Magnus) and also see above re: rewatching for pacing.

“2x20 aftermath/date night/pandemonium porn“ -yes that is the actual wip title. It used to be “spite fic” because I was originally inspired by fighting against a lot of fic!Alec characterization that was clearly based more on the books and ATG syndrome than the Alec in the show, which is the Alec I know and like and want to read about. BUT, pacing and etc. again, I think. Also I have somehow entirely lost my knack for writing porn, which makes it difficult to finish something originally intended to be smut!fic. Or even teasing almost!smut.

“rubbish heap” -so this is about three different fics that I realized complemented each other really well so they’re now all in the same file as I try to turn them into the sequel of “with an if in its soul”. It includes amnesia, parabatai lore shenanigans, a s3 rewrite, and some truly awful Owl adjustments that make me wince in horrified authorly delight and pain. BUT, as with the other ones in this file, the scope is large and I normally write short-fic and I kind of just threw up my hands in exasperation. I may have to break it back up into the three different fics instead, if I ever actually want to write it. Them? But also I need to take better notes on s3 to make sure I have what I need in here.

SH Pt 2: Started posting or not yet in hiatus because it’s actually almost ready to be a thing in the real world! maybe!?

“kisses (firsts)” -I actually started publishing this one, a “series of firsts” that was supposed to be kind of relationship milestones and kind of an excuse for smut, and then there wasn’t that much smut and I lost momentum and also dear lords & ladies the timeline is stupid, wtf. I may not ever add to this one, tbqh. It doesn’t stop in a terrible place, and they’re all ficlets so they stand alone all right.

“clizzy epilogue” -this is blank atm, it’s more a reminder for me to keep poking away at my “girls who can’t breathe air, only fire” collection BECAUSE I WOULD LIKE TO ACTUALLY GET TO THE CLIZZY AT SOME POINT

"mer!alec" -pts 2-4 of a series, but apparently having an actual plan gets in the way of me *writing* the thing, and I haven't managed to throw the half an outline far enough away from my brain to be able to write again. Or something like that.

"ibhww" -if broken hearts were whole is a soulmate fic I started a million years ago, and purposefully set aside to finish some other WIPs because I thought they'd be quick, and now it's just buried under two and a half years of regret and shame so it's hard to get back to it

"iafy" -i am for you is a delightful & frothy semi-epistolary fluff piece that also just lost momentum because Life & 2020 & etc. It's far and away the most popular thing I've ever posted on AO3, which also makes me feel weird sometimes, and I feel like the fact that there's no grand conclusion planned, just a bit more fluff and settling in, might end up being disappointing? Basically, it's the first time I think I've psyched myself out about reader expectations, and until I get over that I'm going to have trouble finishing the last couple chapters. (There really are probably only two more chapters though. IT’S SO CLOSE, I wish I could just... write it. And yet?)

“fake-hating” -I do not like fake dating as a trope that much, I just do not get it, but I love outside POVs and arranged marriages and there’s this delighful tumblr post about how they wished there was more fic about people who were together but had to pretend they werent’, and uh. This may be that? Eventually? I’m not exhausted by my failure to finish it yet, so it’s still in the regular folder rather than the hiatus folder, even though nothing’s been posted for it.

AND I THINK THAT’S IT?

Not as terrible as it could be, but still. MANY WORDS THAT MAY NEVER SEE THE LIGHT OF DAY. Posting the equivalent of one’s old ratty sketchbook is always a weird feeling. :D

#on writing #writing memery #unending WIP List Of Doom

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liebegott · 5 years ago

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Hi! I just want to say that one, I really really love your writing so I’m very happy to see you’re making more oc’s and two, is there anyone you look up to in this fandom for writing? 💜 just curious

thank you so much 🥺🤍 i’m really glad you love my writing, and i appreciate your kind words!

it took me awhile to write list down all my favourite things about these lovely and talented writers, but please check out their work! they’re all incredible at what they do.

(not in any order btw)

@kathikon

sloane has some of my favourite writing ever. i always joke around and say he’ll give madeline miller a run of her money and that’s the TRUTH. he mainly writes for gen kill, and a lot of it is angsty and violent, and all of them are BEAUTIFUL (if i may i add). he should definitely be a published author, because he has such a delicate way of tying his words together. each paragraph, each sentence, each phrase is filled with so much love, and its communicated every time i read his work.

i’m also super stoked about all the fics he has coming 🥺 if you like being mindfucked and brad/nate, i suggest checking out Folie á Deux! its literally one of my favourites to read when i wanna go “sloane what the fuck i’m crying why would you do this” and yet i still crave more once i’m done.

@hellitwasyoufirstsergeant

imagine not looking up to angelica’s writing? could never be me. my favourites tag is dense with all her oneshots/imagines, and i have a literal tag called “angelica absolute art” because that’s exactly what her writing is. ART. i definitely look up to the way she’s careful with what she writes, and she does each character so perfectly. like seriously how are you so amazing at having everyone in character?

i’m also so excited for her upcoming fic 🥺🤍 i had the pleasure of making moodboards for her two ocs, and from the little information she’s given me about them, i’m already emotionally invested! pure talent. everyone should definitely check out her masterlist, she does everything from sfw and nsfw so beautifully!

@vintagelavenderskies

krysta. makes. me. cry. but in a good way, and tbf, she makes herself cry as well so she and i are even. i loved her agent carter fic so much despite having not seen the show myself. i love the way she treats each of her ocs like her babies! i love hazel and lina so much as a result. she also puts so much research into her work, which is so admirable.

she’s been kind enough to show me parts of Bleeding Hearts, and as well as the process she puts into writing it. its definitely one of the fics to look out for 👀 it’ll make you cry, laugh, and squeal with how cute everyone is.

@order-of-river-phoenix

i literally don’t say this enough but mariah has me speechless with everything she writes oml. i love her oneshots so much. whenever she posts, i know for a FACT i’ll be giddy all day. 🥺 she genuinely has such fluffy and soft and cute oneshots, and my favourite has got to be *checks list* all of them.

read her work if you wanna fall in love i’m begging you. i believe in love because mariah says its real. 😂🤍

@wexhappyxfew

shannon knows this but i look up to her A LOT when it comes to writing. she’s so good at making relatable, lovable, and deeply flawed, literally just HUMAN characters that every fic of hers has me feeling like i know them. i haven’t read all her fics, but i’m going to go through all of them real soon! i also love how she updates daily or almost daily (i’m actually not sure because of timezone differences omg) and yet each chapter is written SO WELL. i swear if i take three weeks to write like two chapters. 😂

i’m so excited for to read the rest of her work! she writes strong female characters so well, i feel leaving empowered as well.

@julianneday1701

i’ve only read snippets of julianne’s writing, but her work has been in my list for so long now! i don’t have much to say mostly because i haven’t gone through all of her writing yet, except this: every time she posts, i think its a published author. 😂 AND THAT SAYS A LOT CONSIDERING I’VE ONLY SEEN SNIPPETS!

there are a TON of amazing writers that i’ve left out mostly because i have terrible memory but there are literally so many. the hbo war fandom is packed with such talented people.

feel free to reblog this and add writers from this fandom that you love as well! 🤍

#my asks

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youve-cath-to-be-kitten-me · 5 years ago

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🎉350 Follower Celebration!!🎉

The celebrations are back, babes!! I know I haven’t done one of these since… oh goodness… 150 followers ago (Hi to all of you newbies!) but I’m ready to have another big party with all of you, my lovely friends! 350 is honestly SO insane to me, especially when I look back to about a year and a half ago when I wasn’t interacting with any of y’all! Past me was really missing out! I adore each and every one of you, and I’m so so so glad you’re here with me for this milestone! I love y’all ❤️

Now, before the celebration begins, I have an announcement that I’ve been super excited about for a while now!!

*drumroll please*

I’ve started a writing blog!

It’ll be a place where I can put all of my AO3 content, and will be featuring moodboards made by some wonderful friends of mine! (The amazing Val @highladyofstoriesandmusic and Jess @my-archerboy ❤️) and more to come! (If you’re interested in contributing a moodboard to one of my fics, feel free to message me! I’m open to any and all collaborations with you lovelies!)

Also, I will be taking writing suggestions from there from now on! Suggestions are currently closed, but I hope to open them back up soon after I finish up some of my many WIPs that have been sitting around in my writing folder!

The blog is @notsomagicath (the same as my AO3 name) and there’s already some content on there if y’all are interested!!

Now, on to the celebration!! (Send me as many emojis as y’all like!) ❤️

💞 - URL Giveaway! (See options below the cut! Beware, a bunch of them are puns ;)

💐 - Name Aesthetic!

✏️ - Random snippet from one of my WIPs!

👑 - Book Quote Blog Rate! (Format below the cut!)

Aaand here’s a few more special things especially for my mutuals! ❤️

😍 - Blog Compliment!

🍭 - I’ll share my favorite interaction I’ve had with you!

🦄 - I’ll describe a bouquet of flowers that I’d give you personalized to you!

As always, I’ll be tagging all my posts related to the celebration! If you want to filter them out, just block the tag #cath celebrates 350

Thank y’all so much for all the love and support ❤️

All my love,

Cath

URLs for the Giveaway (Will be crossed out as they’re claimed!) 💞

The Gentleman’s Guide to Vice and Virtue

@notcourtingtrouble

@unabashedlycourtingtrouble

The Shadowhunter Chronicles

@shinyun-g-and-beautiful

All For the Game

@minyardspipedream

A Court of Thorns and Roses

@thiswholethingiskinda-suriel

Marvel

@buckywiththegoodplums

Skam France

@justalittlech-elu

Strange the Dreamer

@theywereallicouldcarry

Little Women

@justjomarch

Hadestown

@andtheyregivingmehellbackinhades

@raisethemhighanddrinkthemdry

Book Quote Blog Rate Format 👑

Harry Potter -

It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live / I solemnly swear I am up to no good / Happiness can be found in the darkest of times if one only remembers to turn on the light / No need to call me sir, Professor / You’re just as sane as I am / After all this time? Always

Six of Crows -

No mourners, no funerals / The heart is an arrow. It demands to land true / The water hears and understands. The ice does not forgive / You’re better than waffles, Matthias Helvar / This action will have no echo / I don’t know! Maybe I liked your stupid face

Red White and Royal Blue -

History, huh? Bet we could make some / I love him on purpose / Sometimes you just jump and hope it’s not a cliff / But the truth is, also, simply this: love is indomitable / You are, he says, the absolute worst idea I’ve ever had / Never tell me the odds

The Song of Achilles -

Philtatos — most beloved / I would know him in death, at the end of the world / Name one hero who was happy. You can’t / And perhaps it is the greater grief, after all, to be left on earth when another is gone / We were like gods at the dawning of the world / I am made of memories

All For The Game -

Hope was a dangerous, disquieting thing, but he thought perhaps he liked it / I’m not a hallucination. You are a pipe dream / Thank you, you were amazing / This king’s ruled long enough — it’s time to tear his castle down / They were worth every cut and bruise and scream / It sounded like a dream, it tasted like damnation

Anne of Green Gables -

Kindred spirits are not so sparse as I used to think / Dear old world, she murmured, you are very lovely and I am glad to be alive in you / Tomorrow is a new day with no mistakes in it.. yet / It’s delightful when your imaginations come true, isn’t it? / The world calls them its singers and poets and artists and storytellers; but they are just people who never forgot the way to fairyland / Do you think amethysts can be the souls of good violets?

Little Women -

I am not afraid of storms, for I am learning how to steer my ship / I’ve got the key to my castle in the air, but whether I can unlock the door remains to be seen / Let us be elegant or die! / Don’t try to make me grow up before my time / Be comforted, dear soul! There is always light behind the clouds / Life and love are very precious when both are in full bloom

#cath celebrates 350 #cath speaks #i love all y'all #thank you so much #❤️❤️❤️

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