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revising your writing is just like "is this weird. is this a weird sentence. is this the weirdest most poorly-worded sentence ever written by anyone" and the sentence in question is "he walked across the room"

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🌈Happy pride month! Though I identify as a queer woman, my sexuality is actually 'struggling to upload any chapters because I've tortured my characters enough that they've made me sad' 🌈

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Immediately headcannons Tony in a swishy robe.

Swooning Tony Stark. Because reasons.

(The reasons are I love Tony and I am not well about him.)

I'm definitely doing more questionable Tonys.

I coloured him @themaradwrites @deadbandsong

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If anyone needs me I'll be hopping back onto my Tony Stark bullshit, immediately.

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Pride month is coming and we want to celebrate with you!

Tell us all about your 2SLGBTQIA+ Marvel OCs! Recommend your favourite OC or Reader fics with 2SLGBTQIA+ themes!

For the month of June, we're going to put up a total of 30 writing prompts for you to pick from. And to help you choose, we've made 2 wheels to spin for your prompt - 1 SFW and 1 NSFW!

SFW Picker Wheel

NSFW Picker Wheel - You must be 18 or over to use this wheel

So what are the rules?

Make whatever makes you happy! Graphics, fics, drawings - as long as it fits the theme of the prompt!

Your entry must feature an OC or be xReader. This is the theme of the blog and our Discord server, so please keep to this. We cannot accept canon/canon submissions.

Please ensure any 18+ entries are correctly tagged and use the appropriate "Mature Content" community label. If your NSFW entry doesn't tag properly and doesn't use the community label, we cannot reblog it as we are a wider community and cannot police the ages of all our followers. We also want to be respectful to those members who are 18+ and do not want to see mature content.

Be respectful and use appropriate warnings.

Follow the community rules in our pinned post.

NOTE: We allow EVERY aspect of the 2SLGBTQIA+ spectrum. This includes but is not limited to:

Demisexual/demiromantic

Heteroflexible/homoflexible

Bisexual people in gay and straight relationships

Trans

Aro, Ace, and Aroace

Nonbinary

Queer platonic relationships

Pansexual

Lesbian

Gay

2 Spirit

Queer

Intersex

At the Marvel OC Hub we believe in supporting you and whatever label you choose for yourself.

If you do not support that, this community is not for you.

For each appropriately labelled entry you tag @marvel-oc-hub in, you'll be awarded the below points:

A graphic = 1 point

A oneshot fic = 2 points

A multichapter fic = 3 points

A drawing = 3 points

At the end of the month, we'll tally up all the points:

First place gets a drawing of a topic of their choice by @claudette13.

Second place gets a moodboard or poster for a fic of their choice by @themaradwrites.

And third place will receive a fic header from @stellar-solar-flare.

All prizes are subject to discussion with the admin team members creating them. If we are uncomfortable with your request for any reason, we may ask you to choose something else.

In addition to this, we also have our inbox open for you to chat about your creations where the theme is present, and would love to reblog your characters on the spectrum, too!

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I FINISHED SOMETHING. Now I need to buy allll the shades of red and blue Prismacolor markers.

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Question for A03 readers;

if you're following a fic or an author, and they want to significantly wiggle a fic (I've realised I want to delete a chapter and put a new one in its place, because it doesn't quite fit yet) and improve it; would you prefer the author deleted the fic to start it again (it's 12 chapters so not huge) or changed it about but added an authors note to let people know?

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About to start editing my multi-part Merle x OC redemption arc fic, if anyone would be interested in that? Lots of calling him out on his shit, deep feels, angst, smut, merle lives, becomes a better person, not letting him off the hook but teaching him what its like to care for people etc etc.

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I am always down for both philosophy and deep dives.

Messaging people for the first time is so hard. What am I supposed to say? Like, "You seem really odd and your blog intrigues me. Do you want to have philosophical conversations or perhaps talk about fictional characters?" What! Whatever. I will just follow you back and stare at your blog with my big beautiful brown eyes.

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The sheer audacity of my brain to have finished chapters ready to post to A03, but not letting me because it can't think of titles or summaries. You've just written 2000 words, what do you mean you're stuck now?

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Apple Pie? Night Sky. Oh My!

New Chapter of Portrait Of A Hero

Excerpt Below...

The elevator doors opened on Bronwyn's floor and they stepped out. "I'd be up for a movie, as long as I don't have to wear this dress one minute longer."

"I'm not stopping you from taking it off. In fact, I'll do the charitable thing and offer my own two hands to help free you of your source of discomfort." Ever the gentleman, Tony took her arm and walked her to her apartment door.

Bronwyn rolled her eyes. "That would be too great a sacrifice for you, Tony. I'll manage on my own this time, I think."

"That sounded like, what, twelve percent doubt?” Tony looked down at her, his head tilted sideways. “I've done better with worse odds. It definitely was not an outright refusal."

"Keep talking, it's definitely helping your chances." Bronwyn deadpanned.

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Future Events On The Marvel OC Hub

What do you want to see? What sort of events would interest you?

We're looking for suggestions for events can can hold that will challenge your writing as well as expand your reading horizons!

Do you want to see an awards type of event where you nominate your fellow writers?

Would you like themed prompt events? (ie. Pride, Christmas, Halloween, etc)

Drop your suggestions for events in the comments or in the reblogs and let us know what you'd like to see by end of day Sunday, the 23rd of February!

-Mara & Clauds

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Your writing is excellent 👌 Could you please write some more about daryl and reader getting into fights cause he doesn’t feel like he deserves her and he’s trynna push her away because he thinks she should go get someone better

Insufferable

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader (No use of Y/N)

TW: Angst. Fluff. Angry declarations of love. Daryl is kind of an ass, but we love him. Alexandria Era.

A/N: Well, I took my sweet ass time with this, didn't I? In what I hope is adequate penance, I am finishing up a smutty, romantic part 2 for this.

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It’s not that he’s avoiding her. It’s that he’s been really busy, with things he’s actively volunteered for and made up to get away and okay so maybe he’s avoiding her. They’ve not been in Alexandria long, but she thought when he finally settled between the walls, stopped being so alert that he’d settle into some kind of routine like they had before. It had lasted a few days, maybe a week; He’d roll over in an honest to god bed, kiss her awake just as the sun started peeking through. Maybe its that this was more than they’d had before, maybe it’s the change; maybe it’s the goddamn comment someone made about ‘how that animal got a woman like that’, but whatever it is that set him off made him go into recluse mode quicker than his bolts fly.

He's been sleeping on the couch, pretending the plush bed makes his back ache. She believed him, of course, he’d never had a bed so soft in his whole life, not even when he was a kid. He pretends to have a cold so she can’t kiss him, and why would she think he was lying to her? But now? Two weeks of grunts and nods in place of words. Two weeks of flinching out of her touch like her fingertips are made of flames. She feels like they’re back at the prison when she first arrived and where he’d barely speak to her. He’d only just started being vulnerable with her before the place fell, nothing like the apocalypse to set things back ad-nauseum.

She can ignore most of it. The end of the damn world teaches you to ignore a lot of things, and she’s just scared enough of losing him that she doesn’t want to push it, but she can’t ignore the way his eyes look sunken, or the way his hand has started to shake a little at dinner when he sits far away from her and pretends he’s not close to dropping his fork. She can’t ignore the way he’s losing weight because he’s barely using the fucking fork to feed himself and he’s barely drinking and the tell-tale signs of stress that are weighing him down.

“Do we need to talk about this?”

He snaps his head up in surprise, leaning away from the tree he’d just sagged against after losing a bit of his footing. She’d followed him, naturally; watched the way his gait is off just slightly, as he tracks footprints. The fact he didn’t hear her following, being who he is and all, makes her panic.

“Nah” He dismisses, waving a hand as he pushes himself off the decaying sycamore. Even the trees look fucked these days.

“You’ve been ignoring me”

“Jus’ busy”

“I saw on the news last night that everything’s going back to normal”

It takes him longer than it should to respond.

“What?”

“Oh I thought we were playing the lying to each other game since you’re spouting such bullshit”

It takes all of his willpower to keep his lip from quirking upwards in a smile. He’s in a terrible fucking mood and his body feels like its made of lead but she’s always been funny in an acerbic way that speaks straight to his soul. It was the first thing that drew them together, she met every one of his sarcastic barbs with one of her own until they became inside jokes and affection. She’d never been afraid of him, of his temper or his quips; but today he wishes she were, just a little, so it would make this easier.

“Why ya out here buggin’ me?”

“You didn’t want to spend time together?”

“Plenty of other people ya could be spendin’ time with”

“You want me to have a girls night or something?” She asks with a quirk of a brow, crossing her arms over her chest as she rolls her eyes.

“Whole lot of available men at home ya could be botherin’ with”

She feels physically the way the word ‘home’ warms her from the inside before being stamped out like a boot covered in ice. He’s infuriating sometimes, has been the whole time she’s known him; he gets inside of his own head and goes quiet more than she’d like, but this is new, uncharted territory.

“Tobin, Scott, that tall one with the hair, whiney voice”

“Descriptive, but you mean Carter” she retorts, because carter does have a distinctly whiney voice and he is alarmingly tall and because she can’t bring herself to work out what he’s actually saying. She’s never felt unstable with Daryl before.

“Yeah”

The anger than runs through her almost makes her shake. Head shaking in disbelief she tilts her head up to meet his eyes, lets him see the fire that he’s lit behind them, the ire he’s seen but that has never been aimed at him before. He swallows around nothing, but nothing feels like shards of glass, mirroring her stance but entirely devoid of fury, replaced instead with a heavy stone of guilt in his stomach.

“You want to write me a list of these men you want me to fuck or are you happy just telling me?” She laughs sardonically through tears that threaten to spill over. Daryl has always been complicated but he’s never made her feel like a piece of meat before. “Lucky me, I’ve got my very own apocalypse pimp!”

He breathes heavily, fingers clenched so hard the muscles in his arms bulge, jealousy flaring in his nostrils like this ridiculous line of conversation isn’t his own damn fault. He is Daryl Dixon, though, predictable to a fault, so instead of apologising like he should, grovelling like he wants to, admitting he’s been a damn fool, he snaps.

“The fuck ya with me for when ya could have anyone?”

“Because I love you, you insufferable fucking asshole! I love you and you keep breaking my fucking heart my insisting I can’t!”

He takes a step back as if she’s slapped him. Of course it would be her saying she loves him for the first time that shocks him, makes him flinch, not the frustration she’d levied at him since she’d followed. He never thought she could; he’s not a stupid man, he knows there must be some feelings on her end, she’s made that clear. He’s been stone in love with her since day three of knowing her, but he’s always been too wrapped up in his own shit to say it. It should have been obvious, shouldn’t it? He’s certainly felt loved.

“Ain’t ever meant to hurt ya”

“I’m not an accessory you get to trade off to another man when you get bored of me”

He’s silent for a beat that feels ten times longer than it is. He’s horrified at himself for both implications. He loves her so much it hurts, loves her so much he doesn’t think he deserves it.

“I didn’t mean it like tha-”

“If you don’t want me that’s fine, but you don’t get to decide that I don’t want you”

“I do want-“

“And you definitely don’t get to decide to mistreat yourself, okay?”

“I wasn’t-“

“You were”

“Dammit woman let me finish a sentence”

“Sorry, I just assumed since you’ve been not using sentences at all near me you might want to keep pretending I don’t exist”

“I didn’t-yeah I did, ‘m sorry” He huffs under his breath, almost a laugh if he trusted the situation enough. He’s aware of how painfully ridiculous he’s being, how painfully unfair but she’s still looking at him with hope he hasn’t squashed out of her yet so he braves forward steps until he can touch her; palm up on her shoulder to bring her in for a hug. “I love ya too, ya know?”

She burrows her head into his chest, nodding despite the left over annoyance. She knows, has always know, he’s spent their entire time together showing it so plainly he’d be a fool to deny it.

“I’m sorry I called you an insufferable asshole”

He grunts against the top of her head, peppering a small kiss into her hair.

“I am”

“Well, yeah, but we don’t name call”

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I gave in and finally started a Go Fund Me.

I’m desperate at this point. You’ll find the whole story within the fundraiser.

Life is a mess.

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they should invent a me that can do things

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JFC I love this so much.

no offense but I feel like youre writing the same thing constantly always smut and nothing interesting can you write a different more thought provoking story

Sure thing! I wrote this one just for you, bud. I hope that it’s sufficiently thought-provoking and suited to your superior tastes. Remember, I mean no offense at all!

The Stupid Fucking Anon Chronicles

Pairing: Joel Miller x Stupid Fucking Anon

Summary: You decide to be a gigantic asshole.

Warnings: 18+. NO SMUT. SOMETHING INTERESTING! A tale so wildly thought-provoking and erudite that even its most vocal detractors must admit…it’s real different.

You were sick of seeing sex.

All the fanfiction you’d read of late? Perfunctory. Uninspired. Never mind the fact that these stories were being shared with you completely free of charge, at the writers’ own leisure, on a platform that didn’t pay in any way, shape, or form. Did I mention this shit cost $0.00?

Anyway, you’d decided to take it upon yourself that day to be a gigantic fucking asshole to one lowly writer in particular, so you pulled out your laptop and got to work.

Joel strolled into the room, sipping his beer.

“What’cha doin’, sweetheart?” he asked.

He leaned in to greet you with a kiss on the cheek, but you just swatted his touch away, too focused on the task at hand—How to be a Gigantic Fucking Asshole 101.

“Go away. I’m being insufferable online,” you snapped.

“Well, damn,” Joel said, scratching the back of his neck. “That sucks. What’s pissing you off so much, anyway?”

“This writer writes smut. Just…smut! So monotonous.”

“What, you don’t like to see us fuck?” Joel said, smirking.

“Well, I do, but…” you began to say, only to trail off into a blank, inane stare. You shook your head as if to clear it of the stupidity, but it was a fruitless endeavor. You were dumb as shit. “I just think their writing’s boring! There’s nothing thought-provoking to it! Just sex, sex, sex, sex!”

“Have you ever considered getting a job?” Joel asked.

“No, I enjoy being a spineless sack of shit who airs my grievances through anonymous mediums too much!”

“Oh, that makes sense,” he said. “What else?”

“And…and it’s not fair to me to read boring stuff!”

“Have you tried scrolling past their stories, maybe?”

“No. Again, I’m too fucking stupid to give that one a try. I’d much rather speak my piece to the writers online!”

Joel nodded in understanding. He heaved a sigh.

“Well, in that case…” he started, sitting down to place a hand on your shoulder and give you a firm, fuck-you look. “Maybe you should save the energy it took to type out a message to this writer, take your head out of your ass, and remember that these people owe you nothing. It makes you look like a gigantic fucking asshole when you send messages like these, denigrating the work they’ve decided to share online for free. I can assure you, the sentiment you’ve expressed in these lines will serve only to alienate the person whose writing you’re targeting. It’ll piss them off and discourage them from ever wanting to share a story online again. So before you get to typing out another one of these stupid fucking messages again, ask yourself: Am I being a Gigantic Fucking Asshole?”

You decided to shut the fuck up, for once.

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As a 31 year old I’m telling you, life does not end after your twenties nor are you old in your 30s. I might have a smile line or two and some new aches in my body but there is so much more life to live. If you are feeling the inevitable passing of time a little more lately, I just want you to know that it is okay if you don’t have it all figured out yet by 18, 22, 25, or any age after. And you certainly don’t have to fit any mold that society has placed in front of you. Go at your own pace, be kind to yourself.

I promise there is time left for you.