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Reblog if you’re grateful for your commenters <3

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unstoppable force (desire to write) vs immovable object (tired)

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i dont hate you guys i swear i just have really shitty memory

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authors!!

quick question...

also can you remember where you first uploaded your first ever fanfic??

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Oz Cobb x F!Reader Fic Preview

Just a little something for those of you who were nice enough to vote in my poll earlier 😘

It should have been the best day of your life, but you couldn’t have been more miserable if you tried.

A drink, or four, would’ve been the easiest and quickest way to deal withyour problem. Everyone else seemed to think it was a great idea, if the rise in noise, heat and general claustrophobia in the banquet hall was anyindication. Clearly your guests were appreciative of the open bar theFalcones had so generously provided.

But try as you might, you hadn’t been able to take more than a sip or two of your champange since Carmine had made his first toast.

Even the little you’d had had made your stomach turn, though it was hard to say if that wasbecause the drink didn’t agree with you…or because you were finally comingto terms with being married off to one of the most notrious crime familes in Gotham.

“Y’alright, sweetheart?”

The sound of Oz’s voice, rough after years of shouting and a penchant for cigars, shook you from your gloom.

“I’m okay,” you said, only just loud enough to be heard over the loud jazz music filling the room “I just…”

“Not enjoying your Baccala?”

You glanced at the plate in front of you, where you’d been cutting up and pushing around pieces of fish fillet for the better part of half an hour. Normally you couldn’t get enough of traditional Italian cuisine, but you were struggling to see what was so wonderful about chopped anchovies and dried codfish.

“Yeah,” you replied, a little sheepishly “I mean, it’s nice but not really something I’m used to, y’know?”

This got a laugh from Oz, who shook his head and shifted his hand fromwhere it had been resting on your knee to gently wrap his fingers aroundyours. His rings were cold against your heated skin, the newly added wedding band bumping against the one that now adorned your own ring finger.

“Ah, no need to be so polite, doll. Honestly, between you and me, whoever made this cheaped out on the parmensean, and the shit wine pairing they got isn’t doing it any favours. I mean, what kind of moron picks red to go with fish?”

You nodded, choosing to the safety of silent ambiguity rather than risk an outright lie and get caught. The only times in recent memory you hadn’t been eating a near constant diet of Top Ramen and PB&Js had been whenyou’d attended business dinners with Falcone’s people.

Even then, the men at those events had been far less interested in discussing wine ettiquette with you and much more focused on trying to peer down the front of your dress.

“They should be bringing the main course around any minute, though if you aren’t big on veal there’s always dessert. You got a sweet tooth, honey?”

The way Oz was looking at you, brown eyes wide and sincere, his head tilted to the side like he actually cared about what you had to say, was enough to make something long dead inside your chest stutter to life. He hadn’t said anything particularily scandolous, but every time he spoke to you, your cheeks grew uncomfortably warm.

“Yeah, I do, every since I was a kid.”

Oz’s whole face lit up, his gold teeth flashing cheerfully in his wide grin. You felt him squeeze your hand under the table, his palm warm and calloused.

“Hey, that’s great! I don’t mean to brag or nothing, but between you and me I’m not too bad of a cook. Italian’s my speciality, though if you tell me some of your favourites I’ll try to learn them all when you move in, eh?”

You tried to give Oz a faint smile in return, the motion as alien and uncomfortable to you as an ill-fitting mask. There hadn’t been much worth smiling about in your life for a good, long while, though it seemed like Oz was doing what he could to change that.

“I like crepes.” You offered, “With lots of strawberries and whipped cream. And zuppa. My Mom would make that for us on our birthdays, when she was still alive. And carbonara. She’d make that on Sundays. Stracciatella too sometimes, though that might be kind of plain compared to what you usually have.”

“Nah, there’s nothing wrong with the classics. You have good taste, sweetheart. God, you’re gonna love Rome. I haven’t been for a coupla years, but last time I went I found this little hole in the wall kind of place that serves a carbonara so good it’ll knock you clean into next week.”

Rome. You tried to imagine it. Descending the steps of a private jet, Oswald’s arm wrapped around your waist, the two of you bathed in rich, Mediterranian sunshine. Worlds away from Gotham, from the misery that had seeped into every corner of your pathetic little life.

Could it really happen? Could it really happen…to someone like you? Far more likely, you’d take two steps onto the runway, manage to find the only crack in the pavement around for miles and break the heel off the thousand dollar shoes Oz had so graciously bought you before falling flat on your face.

You opened your mouth to try and steer the conversation back to more comfortable territory, when a voice from behind cut you off short.

“Sorry, Mr. Cobblepot, can I borrow this one for a minute? It’s my last night to dance with my baby sister before you steal her away, and I don’t wanna miss that chance.”

To an outsider, you knew how this would seem. Antonio, doting brother, stepping in to give his little sister some relief from the big, bad criminal she was sold off to. Taking what little opportunity he could to be close to her one more time, before their respective worlds shattered.

But someone paying closer attention would’ve noticed the way Antonio’s thumb pressed against the base of your neck as he clutched your shoulder, how the pressure of it had your breath coming in frantic little gasps and how you were twisting and shrinking into your seat to try and get away.

Thankfully, Oz was paying attention.

“I don’t know pal, it doesn’t seem like the Missus is feeling too well, y’know? I think I’ve been letting her indulge a little too much, maybe you should let her sober up a bit, eh?”

As if to help punctuate his point, Oz reached out and gently took hold of your wrist before guiding your arm out from under the table. He then gave you a playful tap across the back of the hand he was holding, as though you were being scolded. The movement was so light, so quick, it was more like a kissthan a real admonishment.

You watched the whole show with guarded eyes, your confusion about your new husband’s motives tangling up with the terror your brother inspired.

“Bad girl,” Oz said, giving your brother a wide grin as he let your hand drop “You never told me your sister was such a wild one, Antonio. She’ll keep me on my toes.”

Laughter, as dry and crackling as flames over dead leaves, echoed by your ear. You had to physically fight back the urge to flinch at the sound, opting instead to bite the inside of your cheek so hard that white starbursts danced in front of your eyes while blood poured across your tounge.

“If you’ll excuse me saying so, sir, ” Antonio shot back “I raised her better than that. Course, even with all my teaching she often forgets herself. Forgets her place. I figured I’d do you a favour and remind her one last time before the night’s over. To honour and obey, right tesoro?”

You turned your gaze to Oz’s face, knowing if you so much as caught a glimpse of your brother, you’d burst into tears. The other man’s expression was unchanged, still grinning at the two of you like everyone was in on the joke.

In spite of his smile, something flashed in the depths of his dark irses, turning them from the warm brown of cocoa to the hard, unfeeling blackness of ashpalt. Under the table, you could feel his hand move from your knee to slightly further up your thigh, stopping to give you a soft squeeze over the fabric of your dress.

You nipped at your bottom lip, and stared down at your untouched plate in front of you, as though your neglected appetizer had all the answers. The thumb at your neck pressed down even harder, making your head swim with more than just hesitant thoughts.

“Please,” you said, the word coming out choked and desparate “Please, sir. He’s my brother. He’s…all I have left. Can’t I at least have a few minutes?”

Oz’s eyes narrowed as he considered your plea, the only outward sign that he knew he was being pissed on by someone who was trying to tell him it was raining. However, instead of calling out your lie, he took a long drag on his cigar, slowly exhaling smoke before reaching up to stroke your cheek with the knuckles of his free hand.

“Alright baby, you can go. But only for this next song, alright? You get too worn out now and you won’t be much good to me later tonight.”

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Oz girlies.....pspspsps

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How do I prove I’m 18 before I get blocked?😭

Hi, most people post something to indicate their age in their bio, even if its just "not a minor" not having your age posted won't get you completely blocked, but I will "soft block" ie. block and unblock you so you can't technically follow. This is for my own peace of mind rather than anything else, since I don't want to have anyone coming at me claiming I'm trying to share explicit content with those underage.

Basically, I intent to post explicit fics in the future and write fics that contain adult themes now, so this is my version of the "you must be 18 or older" button they have on some websites. If people want to lie or not include their ages that's up to them, but I'm going to cover my ass as best I can.

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Share a headcanon for one of your favourite ships or pairings

Okay. Going to just show my whole ass as a filthy anime fan and also apologies if anyone wanted a pairing for characters I actually write for but I have got MHA brainrot bad anyway.

So, these two? Gentle and La Brava?

One of my all time favourite couples in the history of like almost any villain pairing ever. I love how obsessed they are with each other and how devoted and accepting their love is. Something about two people rejected by everyone but each other is always going to suck me in without fail.

Anyway, my headcanon for these two is that La Brava cannot cook or bake to save her life. She tries so so so hard, especially because Gentle has such refined tastes, but the most she can do is make a decent cup of tea and pour hot water into instant ramen. Gentle on the other hand is very skilled in the kitchen, and uses that to keep his beloved La Brava well fed.

Still, there are times where Brava wants to show her appreciation for Gentle by taking over the cooking, especially when he's busy or tired. Usually this results in several smoke alarms going off, and something resembling charcoal briquettes as an end result. Obviously anything Brava makes is inedible, but Gentle will still eat it with a huge smile and nothing but compliments for his darling.

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🥐🥐🥐 please

This is really specific and stupid and I know we just sent you this video in the group chat but it's this one by Broadway Barbra. She's seriously such a gem of physical comedy and one-liners, but this specific video always makes me laugh so much. It's the reason "go piss up a rope" is one of my go to insults, both in joking and serious contexts.

Another one that comes to mind is the whole "raise your handt" audio that's been going around Tik Tok as well. I say "raise your hand" a lot at my job so it's nice to have those little laughs about it throughout the day.

So sorry these are both from TikTok I promise I don't spend any time on there but my husband will show me things and I am not immune to Facebook reels either.

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🧩 tell me but I think I already know

🧩-what will make you click away from a fanfiction immediately?

There’s not a whole lot, mostly it comes down to readability and if your trigger warnings are tagged or not. I appreciate the hell out of people who take the time to make sure their fics are formatted in a way that’s readable ie. basic understanding of punctuation, appropriate paragraph breaks AND who tag all their shit beforehand.

I’d say one thing that’s majorly changed for me is I used to not read first person fics ie ones where the reader is written as “I” though there’s been a few that have made me come around.

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Writers Truth & Dare Ask Game

🎱 ⇢ post your AO3 total stats  🍓 ⇢ how did you get into writing fanfiction?  🌵 ⇢ share the link to a playlist you love 🕯️ ⇢ on a scale from 1 to 10, how much do you enjoy editing? why is that? 🛼 ⇢ describe your latest wip with five emojis 🥑 ⇢ you accidentally killed somebody, which mutual(s) do you text for help? 🥤 ⇢ recommend an author or fanfic you love 💌 ⇢ how many unread emails do you have right now?  🌻 ⇢ tag someone you appreciate but don't talk to on a regular basis 🐇 ⇢ do you prefer writing original characters, reader inserts, or a mix of both?  🧃 ⇢ share some personal lore you never posted about before 🎲 ⇢ what stops you from writing more in your free time?  🍄 ⇢ share a head canon for one of your favourite ships or pairings 🧸 ⇢ what's the fastest way to become your mutual? 🪐 ⇢ name three good things going on in your life right now 📚 ⇢ what's the last thing you wrote down in your notes app?  🍬 ⇢ post an unpopular opinion about a popular fandom character 🔪 ⇢ what's the weirdest topic you researched for a writing project? 🦷 ⇢ share some personal wisdom or a life hack you swear on ❄️ ⇢ what's your dream theme/plot for a fic, and who would write it best? 🌿 ⇢ give some advice on writer's block and low creativity 🥐 ⇢ name one internet reference that will always make you laugh  🏜️ ⇢ what's your favourite type of comment to receive on your work? 🍦 ⇢ name three good things about a character you hate 🥝 ⇢ do you lie a lot? what's the most recent lie you told? 🦋 ⇢ share something that has been on your heart and mind lately  🦴 ⇢ is there a piece of media that inspires your writing?  🍅 ⇢ give yourself some constructive criticism on your own writing 🐚 ⇢ do you like or dislike surprises? 🪲 ⇢ add 50 words to your current wip and share the paragraph here ☁️ ⇢ what made you choose your username? 🐝 ⇢ tag your biggest supporter(s) and say one nice thing about them 🌸 ⇢ do you have any pets? if you do, post some pictures of them 🎨 ⇢ link your favourite piece of fanart and explain why you like it 🧩 ⇢ what will make you click away from a fanfiction immediately?

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PSA for fanfic writers

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જ⁀➴Hi there! I'm here to ask for a Peter Pevensie fic; I want it to be smut because well I'm bored. Maybe like Peter is arrange married to her and he gets so mad at someone that he ends up having sex with her?? If this doesn't fit the standards feel free to block me 😥. Thank you for your wonderful patience 🙂. Love you to the Uranus and back.⊹₊⟡⋆

Hello! I’d be happy to do this, only I don’t write explicit content for Narnia characters sorry. Part of it is because the characters spend a decent amount of time in the series as children, and another part of it is because I associate them with my own childhood and innocence, and I get squicked out thinking about the series that way.

However, I could write a lead up, fade to black and then do some after care and pillow talk if that works for you? My fic featuring Edmund is a pretty good standard of what I’d be willing to write and what you’d be getting.

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I’m curious about this so,

* You may interpret this as you want. Like, Peter and Susan both certainly have older sibling syndrome and eldest daughter is kind of a category of it’s own, so if you’re a woman and the eldest child in your family and your favorite is Susan that can still count as birth order aligning. But there’s probably eldest daughters who act more like Peter in the family dynamic and vice versa, so then the interpretation would be different.

This poll is mostly to see, since Narnia is so intrinsically about sibling relationships, how much the character you like the most have to do with them being relatable to you in the family dynamic. Or, alternatively, if a lot of people don’t like the character aligned with their birth order because they see too much of their flaws in them.

Please elaborate on your thoughts in the tags!

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