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[simpingcowboy]

Does Your Mother Know?

Pairing: Oberyn Martell x GN!Reader, age gap, reader is ~late teens-early 20's (but very of age they are an adult!!!!)

Word Count: 1.4k+

Warnings: heavy flirting, mostly failed attempt at seduction, briefly overprotective parents, discussions of marriage, mention of threesomes, some puberty talk, allusions to virginity/sexual inexperience

Summary: Your attempt to seduce the Prince of Dorne, Oberyn Martell, goes unexpectedly sour when he sees right through you. That doesn't mean he won't humor you though.

A/N: The January everyone pretend I posted this 2 hours ago when it was still January thank you Edition of my Year of ABBA as part of the Year of Creations @yearofcreation2023 ! I thought I'd start us off on a fun one!! My first time writing for Oberyn :) enjoy!!!

You'd been in King's Landing for 10 days without so much as an unescorted walk along the palace. Maybe it was your father's paranoia, or your mother's awareness of your less "civil" interests but they'd kept you on a short leash. They'd been hoping to use King Joffery's wedding as an impromptu dating event, hoping to convince you to marry. But you had your eyes on a much better prize.

Prince Oberyn of Dorne. Tales of his…escapades crossed rivers and mountains as did tales of his beauty. If the tales were true- well you simply had to find your way into his bed!

Which is where you found yourself now. On the precipice on the prince's doorway. After sneaking past guards and the watchful eye of your mother, you had made it. You watch him lie lowly in the sun, feeding himself from a basket of fruits he'd had brought to him. The tales did him no justice. Spread across the lounger, he was long and slender, not much unlike a viper at all. He moved with an insurmountable grace. Every move of his hands was controlled and swift. Even now you could envision how he earned the title The Red Viper.

His face is uniquely chiseled. Dark brown hair barely curls up on his forehead. A beautiful arched nose that reaches up towards the gods, old and new. His soft pouty lips wrap around a strawberry. Juices dribble down his chin that he eagerly wipes off with his thumb and returns to his mouth. A quiet pop as he releases his thumb from his mouth with a smile.

"Are you going to stand there all day?" The Prince turns to face you, dark brown eyes tracing over the intruder. "Or do we have business?"

For just a moment, you freeze. Prince Oberyn's gaze sat heavy on your body, pinning you in place. His eyes drink down the sight of you. Suddenly, you were very pleased with yourself for dressing well. The fabric you wore was clung nicely to your body. You'd purposely chosen something that was soft to touch.

"My Prince," you say with an unsteady bow, "I was told you may seek some company up here…I thought I would offer you my services."

"Services?" He repeats, eyebrows raised. "What is it you have to offer me?"

"Anything you want, but I thought I'd start by feeding you, My Prince."

He chuckles quietly, resting his head back against the cushioned lounger. When you do not immediately go to move he prompts you, "I don't like waiting!"

"Y-yes, My Prince." With that you nod and shuffle over to him. Gods, he was even more lovely close up. His hair looks so soft and fluffy. You wanted to run your hands through it. From above, you can see down the low V of his mustard robe. His bare chest and neck were intoxicating to look at.

"The grapes to start." He hums below you, eyes closed.

You do as he asks. Taking the bundle of grapes and lowering them down to his lips. Watching with excitement as he pulls it between his teeth. A groan of happiness spilling from him. He continues on, one after another. A subtle smirk clings to his face as he feels your eyes trace over his body.

"Do you find this amusing?" He humors you, taking another grape between his teeth.

"I do not know what you mean, My Prince." You say smiling, trying to put on your best show.

"Posing as a servant. Feeding me grapes in this-" his hand falls from his chest and lands on your back, thick fingers tracing over the thin fabric resting on your spine. "most exquisite fabric. If I were a lesser man I would ask what you want, but I can see what you want." He leans in closer to your chest, "I can see in your face that your feelings are driving you wild." He smirks, reclining back in his chair with a laugh and removing his hand from you.

He'd seen right through you…your face grows warm at the realization. "I'm sorry, My Prince…I was curious-"

"Do not apologize." He cuts you off. "But I must ask- Does your mother know?" He chides with a smile

"Know what, My prince?"

"That her child has snuck out to proposition the prince of Dorne?"

"I am grown. I need not the approval of my mother."

"Grown." He scoffs

"Enough." You retort.

The quickness of your response catches his attention. His eyes snap up to meet yours, "Quite the tongue you have, Little Viper." The Prince slithers out of his chair, quickly crowding you. "Grown enough, hm? I will be the judge of that."

You whine at the harsh grip Oberyn has on your waist. He looks down at you, taking inventory of your features. Even going as far to spin you, wanting to look at you from all sides.

"Cute." The Prince marks nonchalantly. "But young." He says with a shrug. His hands fall from your sides as he takes a step back. "Come back to me in …two sun cycles. Then we shall see."

Recovering from having his hands on you, you slowly process what Oberyn said, "Two years?"

"Yes. Do you take issue with that?" He asks, returning to his bowl of fruits and throwing a raspberry in his mouth.

"I may be married in two years, Prince Oberyn. Do you not wish to take what is not already claimed?" You attempt to reason with him.

He smirks, "Certainly there will be enough room in your marriage bed for a third."

You pout at his assertion.

"Oh, do not pout Little Viper. I will still flirt with you." His deep brown eyes flick up to catch yours, "Dance with you…if you wish. But no more."

"My Prince…do most men not seek young partners? Why is it you turn me away?"

Oberyn muses the question for a moment, an eyebrow raised as he ponders. It was true, most men sought young brides and young men to take to their beds. Youth was priceless. A nonrenewable resource. But for Oberyn, he was always a bit greedy when it came to lovers. He cared not for young adults still struggling to fill out their frames. He wanted their entirety. The best of them. All of them there ever would be. Chests filled out, shoulders wide, faces matured. He wanted them at their best.

"Allow me to show you, Little Viper." The Prince offers you his hand.

You put your hand in his, allowing him to lead you away to the balcony. Together you cross the threshold to the bedroom where he leads you to a large mirror. He stands you before it, taking his place behind you.

"Look at yourself." He runs his hands over your hips. "I wish to see how you grow. You are a pretty rose…but not yet in bloom." He nips at your neck. "Here…" Oberyn's nose runs along your cheek, "your cheeks are still round with youth." A large hand runs across your shoulders. "and these are not yet at their full width." His other arm moving lower down your thigh, "Hips are lovely, but not yet at their proper shape yet." His hands retreat down your waist, holding you still for him. "You still have much growing to do." Oberyn comes close to whisper into your ear, " And I never pluck a rose too soon." Finishing his assessment, his eyes wander up to your face. a curious question growing in his throat. "Tell me Little Viper- are you untouched?"

"What consequence is it to you?"

The reflection of his face in the mirror goes serious. "Because. If I were to bend you over that table, and force my way into your walls the way you tempt me to. It would be a most unpleasant experience for one so pure." A pleased smile returns to his face at the way you hold your breath. "The price would be yours to pay, Little Viper. Thankfully for you, I consider myself a most merciful prince." He grounds his bulge into your behind, a low moan escaping him as he does. "Now. Return to the nest in which you came, Little Viper." He pushes you off with a firm snack on the ass, making you jolt.

You sciddle off shyly accepting his rejection. Perhaps you had been in a bit over your head. As you turn the corner off the balcony, you look behind you to see him watching you. Feeling a bit brave you call back to him, "In two sun cycles I will return!"

He smiles back at you, "I eagerly await your return, Little Viper!"

[chronicallycrow]

Home Is Whenever I'm With You

Fandom: Traffic Light Series / Empires / Hermitcraft

Relationship(s): Team Rancher

Word Count: 2,393

CW: N/A

Ao3 Link

It was so fast, Jimmy’d always hated the moments after he died and would spawn back in the SMP he’d been in before, his whole body still felt sore as if the wounds were still open, that he was still bleeding and could still feel the eyes on him as he died. Worse off this time he’d taken someone with him, and he didn’t even get to say goodbye this time. Tears welled up in Jimmy’s eyes as he fell to the floor, knees hitting the wood hard enough to bruise them, and he quietly swore then, making an apology to a soulmate he was no longer bound with. And when he realized that Tango wasn’t bound to him anymore and that he’d lost him, possibly for good, the tears came harder.

His wings curled around him as he wailed, and all he could do was put his head in his hands and cry, making a million apologies to someone who wasn’t with him anymore. He was first out, the curse continued, and he’d taken Tango with him, and Tango had loved him so much, and he had felt so safe with Tango - He let out another choked sob. It wasn’t like he could even go to Scott or Joel for comfort right now, as much as he wouldn’t want to in the first place, they weren’t even here right now, still on Double Life and still alive. And it wasn’t like anyone else in the server would understand - He thought maybe, if he could get himself up, he could go to Lizzie, but would she even really understand what had happened, how frustrated he was that he died first again? He was always out first. Always. And void, did he hate that stupid canary curse.

As the days went on, more and more people came back. Scott was last. Jimmy thought having his friends back, around him - Both of them had come to check on him the moment they got back - Would help him feel better. Instead it just made it worse. He’d tried to talk to them about it, a little bit, but it always ended with him in tears, crying over and over again about Tango. He missed the way he could feel the heat radiating off of him, how when they hugged he felt secure- He missed their ranch, all of their cows, how Tango helped him keep all of them - And he wailed more and more for his lost love. More and more for the curse he’d brought upon Tango when they got bound. More and more because this was all his fault, and he was sure if he ever saw Tango again Tango was going to hate him. He got Tango out first, why wouldn’t he?

Every time Jimmy saw someone acting sweet, even to their friends, his heart ached. Every time he’d watch people be romantic, kiss, his heart hurt. It felt like someone had took an arrow to his chest and then pulled it out, only to shoot it back in. It was hard for him to even go out and do anything. Of course, his friends got concerned for him, but he never really told them what was going on. His eyes always looked glazed over, his actions dull and repetitive. What was he supposed to do here now? What was he supposed to do without Tango? He could barely even look at the fires and pieces of red stone he’d fine without wanting to fall to the floor again.

Then there was the news of the portal. Despite how depressed Jimmy felt he felt a tug, somewhere in his chest, to go see who would come through. And when the first person he was was Grian he wanted to run, he felt sick. Whiplash of everything from Double Life came back, even harder, and he had to turn away and run to not break down there. Grian had watched his friend - If he could be considered that anymore, anyway - Run off, and a pang of guilt sunk in his chest. Unfortunately for Jimmy, Grian soon got distracted with other things. He didn’t even remember to tell Jimmy that Tango was here now.

Jimmy could hear the footsteps outside of his house, hear people mingling and talking like everything was alright. He curled his wings around himself again, head sinking into his knees as he choked back sobs. He might as well let them all have their fun, after all they hadn’t really done anything too wrong here. He felt the tug on his chest again, but it only made him cry harder. He wanted to hit himself, wanted to hurt himself to give punishment for killing Tango. He bit down on his lip, hard enough to draw blood, to hold back his sobs and stop any urge.

Then he heard them, footsteps in his house, and he’d never been more scared. What if someone’s first impression of him was this? A pathetic man crying on the floor over a lost love who probably had forgotten about him or didn’t love him anymore. He wanted to clean himself up, to get up and act like everything was okay, but he couldn’t. Instead he sat there on the floor beside his bed, curled up into as small of a ball as he could manage, wings wrapped around him and hiding him from whatever, or whoever, was about to stumble onto him.

“I don’t know why you’re looking for him, but yeah, this is his house. Usually he’s here?” Fwhip, was talking to someone. Someone was looking for him, dammit, dammit, if they found him like this- He didn’t even want to know what would happen. He flinched even more when he heard the footsteps right outside his door. It sounded like two people walked up, then- Fwhip had said something about needing to go, and - He heard one pair of footsteps walk away. The other person was still outside his door. And he hated the way he cowered and trembled at the idea of someone coming in on him like this.

There was a soft knock on the door, the knob turning, and then - “Jim?” His voice was so soft, and when Jimmy heard it he wanted to run to it and simultaneously tell him to go away and never come back. When he felt Tango’s eyes on him he expected him to berate him, yell at him for getting them killed. That wasn’t what happened at all, though. Instead, he heard the footsteps rushing towards him, he curled up more, and then he felt those warm hands pull away his wings ever so gently. “Jimmy?” He asked again, and it sounded like Tango was going to start crying.

Jimmy sucked in a breath, wanting to say a million things, but all he could actually manage out was an array of apologies and more tears. He was shaking, he was shaking and crying and his rancher was holding him again and he wanted to rush into his arms but he knew he couldn’t. “Oh, Jimmy-” Tango managed out, and Jimmy could hear the tears slipping down his cheeks now. He didn’t have time to wonder if they should be evaporating or not. “Oh, Jim, why are you sorry-?” He asked, rushedly, hands clasping around Jimmy’s cheeks. Jimmy looked up at Tango, and the tears came more. He didn’t even have time to think about how different he looked right now, and his eyes locked with Tango’s and he let out more choked sobs.

“I got us killed-” Jimmy wailed, eyes shutting so fast again that tears splattered from his lashes. “I got us killed and got us out first and you probably hate me and I- I--” He took a deep gasp in, air not seeming to be his friend anymore. Maybe he really was getting stuck in a coalmine. “Oh, baby-” Tango managed out, tears steadily falling down his cheeks now, too. “Jimmy, no, no-” His hands went from Jimmy’s face to his back, pulling him closer to himself. “No, baby, no- I don’t hate you- I couldn’t hate you, Void Jimmy, no-” And that just made Jimmy cry more, head finding its place on Tango’s shoulder.

“You should!!” Jimmy wailed again, arms finally grasping around Tango and holding him so tightly as to convince himself Tango was real, that he wasn’t going to leave. “No, Jimmy, no- It’s not your fault, it’s not your fault.” Tango murmured, hands shifting around to rub the top of Jimmy’s shoulders. “Yes it is! I got us killed!” Jimmy sobbed, breaths so rugged and harsh the he thought he might pass out from lack of oxygen. “I got us killed all because of a stupid enderman and my shield broke and it wasn’t even supposed to break yet and--” “Catch your breath, baby, catch your breath-” Tango held him closer, and maybe in that moment he was also scared Jimmy was going to disappear from him again. “Grian told me, when he got back,” Tango started, and the way Jim flinched at that told Tango all he needed to know. “About what they do to you.” Tango continued, and that was all he needed to say for Jimmy to go back to hard sobs.

“It’s not your fault that they do that to you.” Tango continued, pushing Jimmy back ever so slightly to grab his face with his hands, thumbs rubbing on his cheeks, god they were so warm. “But I took you with me.” Jimmy whined, voice harsh from all the crying. Tango just shook his head softly, eyes meeting Jim’s. “I wouldn’t have changed a thing that happened, Rancher.” Jimmy let out another sob, and then he was falling back into Tango and grabbing onto him and crying harder. Tango wrapped his arms around Jimmy and let him cry, telling him all the while how it wasn’t his fault, how he couldn’t have changed anything. How none of this was his fault and how just because some gods like to push him into dying first didn’t mean he hated Jimmy at all.

Once Jimmy’s sobs had slowed he glanced up to Tango again. “Pr-Promise you don’t hate me?” He asked, and his tone made Tango’s heart break all over again. “Of course I don’t hate you, baby,” Tango pulled him in for a hug again, and Jimmy fell into him once more. “I could never hate you, Jimmy, I could never hate you.” “Okay,” It was so soft, so quiet, and all Tango wanted to do in that moment was hold Jimmy forever, never letting anything touch him or hurt him again.

Once Jimmy’s crying had fully stopped Tango got up and got him some tissues, cleaning off his face. Jimmy sat there and let him do it, not caring how gross he looked at this point. He was still shaking, breath still gone, and one of his hands was gripping Tango’s hard, still proving Tango was real and here with him.

“Here, baby, let’s go get you washed up, okay?” Jimmy nodded, and followed Tango up as he lead Jimmy to the bathroom and ran a rag under warm water. He wiped Jimmy’s face again, dried it, and then leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his cheek. Now was when he really got a chance to see Jimmy’s face again. Dark circles lingered under his eyes, red and puffy from his tears. He looked like he hadn’t slept in ages, and that broke Tango. Granted, he hadn’t had the easiest time back at home when he’d lost Jimmy. He’d locked himself away and had almost burnt down several things having break downs over him.

“Please don’t go home,” Jimmy had murmured, almost out of no where. His voice was soft, hurt, scared. Tango bit his lip for a split second, considering his options. But he knew the voice in the back of his mind was right, he knew how he felt. “Jimmy,” Tango started, hand finding its way to his cheek, thumb rubbing circles in it. “You are my home.” He said, voice breaking a little bit. “But-” And then Jimmy was going back on his words. “I’m sure you have friends at home, and-” “Hey, Grian said that portal’s gonna stay. If I want to go visit them I can.” Tango explained, meeting eyes with Jimmy. “I might have lived there before I met you, but you’re my home. The ranch burnt down, our house got destroyed, but I was always home there, with you.” Another tear fell down Jimmy’s cheek, and he rushed forward to hug Tango again.

“I love you-” It came out in a barrage, several ‘I love you’s at once. Jimmy was crying again, looking up at Tango, he felt so fragile in that moment, like Tango was the only thing holding him together. But if that meant that Tango was holding him, he’d accept it. “I love you, too, Jim. I love you so much, you have no idea how much I love you.” Tango replied, leaning forward to press a kiss to Jimmy’s lips. “I’m not gonna leave you, not gonna leave my home, promise.” He added on, and Jimmy just nodded and pressed himself further into Tango.

After sitting like that in his bathroom for awhile, Jimmy let out a small yawn. Being this emotional was exhausting. Jimmy hadn’t cried like this, so sheer and so much, since he’d first came back from Double Life. Tango looked at the man in his arms and then stood up, offering him a hand. “Let’s go get you some sleep, okay, baby?” Jimmy nodded and took Tango’s hand, letting him lead him off to the bedroom. He got tucked into the sheets, glancing up at Tango. Void he didn’t want him to leave, and part of him was still so scared. “Tango- If you-” Jimmy started, but Tango just hushed him as he rid himself of his cloak and climbed into the bed with Jimmy. “I’m gonna have to get clothes tomorrow, but you can come with me, okay? You can see where I’m from.” Jimmy nodded, soft, and then curled himself around Tango, so warm and so comfy. And for the first time since coming back from Double Life, Jimmy really felt at home in his house.

[butchfalin]

the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again

[mamaangiwine]

I don't think many people realize how much they've been turned into a bunch of casually cynical jerks.

Someone may come to their parents and say "I want to write a book" and their parents will say "it's really hard to get published".

Someone might confide in their sibling and say "I want to sell my art on "x" platform" and that sibling will say "do you know how many people you'd be competing with? Do you know how many shops are even on that platform?"

I know a kid who once told his best friend "I think I wanna start a dnd podcast" and the friend was like "do you know what the word "oversaturation" means?"

Personally, I don't know why any of that matters? And even if it did, perhaps your response should be "Do it! Do it and see where it goes!"

[charliejaneanders]

Random writing thought: the best stories are often the ones that only you could have written — but also the ones that you could only write at this one moment.

I couldn't write All the Birds in the Sky from scratch now if I tried. But the me of 2013 couldn't have written The Prodigal Mother either.

[whatkindofnameisella]

can you believe that we have fanfiction. that we have websites dedicated to fanfiction. that there is a place that you can go and read tens, hundreds, thousands and thousands of pieces of writing that strangers have made. people who are not "writers". people who come home at the end of the day and have feelings and say, i am going to put that into words. i am going to share those words. short, long, sweet, sad, horny, funny, wonderful words. we are all just human and we all love to make and remake and share that with others. can you believe that.

[excavatinglizard]

Shoutout to my dad for being the funniest person I know

[nonebinary-leftbeef]

DEVASTATING the lyric you've been mishearing is better than the real one

[spectralsleuth]

Reblog and put your rare pair in the tags/comments! I want to see the depths people will go to create, for the most random two characters in the most obscure media.

[lgbtlunaverse]

Nothing will dispell the "the curtains were just blue" myth faster than writing something yourself, because the amount of pretentious symbolism i am putting in my silly little fanfics is ridiculous. I mean SO much with these words, literally every single one of them. This fic has twenty five typos and zero correct uses of punctuation but if there's curtains you bet your ass I put thought into what colour they were.

[theoldaeroplane]

worried that thing you put in your art or writing or game or music is too self-indulgent, too self-referential, too niche for anyone but yourself? fear not! you can do whatever you want forever. and you should.

[simpingcowboy]

Pedro boys and why I'm swiping left on their tinders

This is all to be silly!! I love them all very much <3

Frankie Morales

His name there says Frankie (Catfish)....with his main profile picture being him holding you guessed it...a catfish. He doesn't have many other photos on there, with the exception of a few older military photos that are so blurry you can hardly tell which one he's meant to be.

The rest of his page is pretty empty aside from the music section, where you actually get the first real glimpse at what this man is about. While his music selection is very respectable, it does not overshadow the glaring issues with his profile.

In short, Frankie's profile makes you think "Am I dating the man? The fish? Or a catfish?" Swiping left fs.

Marcus Moreno

This one isn't his fault! His profile is perfect. No really. All the women at The Heroics made sure to help him with it! His photos are cute and show off all his best assets. The bio is a little cheesy in an endearing "yeah he's definitely a dad" way. The problem then? It's Marcus fucking Moreno!!! Leader of the Heroics!!!!!! On Tinder???? There's no way anyone is going to believe it's really him. I believe there's a verification option on Tinder now, but really...even then Idk. Unless he fully comes out on an interview or something to super casually mention he's on Tinder, it just ain't working. No one likes a catfish! (Sorry Frankie!)

Jack Daniels

Mr. "Tinder What?" himself!!!! Let's say he manages to figure out how to set up a profile and all that. It's gonna be inTERESTING to say the least. His photos are actually pretty solid. An intriguing mix of photos of him on the ranch and photos of him in the Statesmen HQ looking very well put together. Opening line is definitely "Save a Horse! Ride a Cowboy! 🤠♥️" Very on brand for him. Followed by something very pro-american about the flag or serving his country and honestly... that's where I'm gone 😅. We get to see a bit of Jack's political mind in Kingsman and let's just say i don't wanna know the rest of it.

I'm grateful this is Tinder and not Bumble. Because if Jack used the audio prompt and I heard that smooth Kentucky accent...forget EVERYTHING I just said. I would be taking a chance on him. Sorry 😔 I can't fix him, but I will have fun trying!!

Joel Miller

For namesake, we're gonna set this pre-outbreak. There's no time for swiping in the apocalypse. Profile isn't bad just very empty. He's not really trying and it's kinda obvious. His bio reads something along the lines of "Single dad of a spoiled teen" with mostly photos of himself and Sarah on his profile. A few photos of him and Tommy out camping or on a work site.

And as handsome as he is, the profile feels like something his kid forced him to make as a way of getting him off her back. I wanna sympathize and help her out, but I don't know I have the heart to attempt to win over this very clearly emotionally unavailable DILF. So for that reason, I'm swiping left.

Pero Tovar

If for some ungodly reason Pero was given Internet access and had a dating profile... it'd be a disaster. His bio reads something along the lines of "I don't open this app. If you wish to see me meet me at this pub" with approximate days and times he's there.

The first picture on his profile is a way too far away blurry shot of him training. If I was feeling brave enough to continue scrolling through his photos...the rest would certainly be borderline explicit highly suggestive photos of his torso and groin. And whilst I might think about it for approximately .25 seconds any remaining sense of dignity would kick in before I actually did anything about it. It'll sting momentarily, but I will be swiping left.

Ezra

Another man on this list who should absolutely NOT be given internet access. His photos are beautiful but uninformative...the only shots of him are blurred and artistically obscure. He pads the rest of his profile with photos of books he's reading and grainy shoots of the forest.

The bio...if there's a word limit best believe that Ezra has hit it. He used every given character at his disposal and managed to say very little with all of it. Something about a wandering spirit longing for companionship and a couple sexual innuendos for good measure.

While visually and verbally not the worst profile on this list, his pretension is so utterly palpable through the screen I actually don't think I'd be able to make it through the end of his bio without cringing...also his music selection is all just banjo instrumental???

[chronicallycrow]

Ask game

Home is wherever I'm with you

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4: What's your favorite line of dialogue?

Probably this one;

"“I’m not gonna leave you, not gonna leave my home, promise.” "

It's a very soft moment. I just love the two of them so much and that line feels like my whole, just feeling of how they are towards each other. I imagine Tango always feels at home around Jimmy and vice versa, so just, you know. Rancher boys in love.

Ask Game

Fanfic

[shepardsherd]

When your characters just start revealing lore you didn't know about them, as you're writing them

[cryptixotic]

Be real with me. You're sitting in a bar and a 𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔩𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔢𝔞 with a massive sword rams into the door. Do you or do you not laugh

[charliejaneanders]

I just saw a post on Tumblr asking if you're "allowed" to do something in a story you're writing. (In this case, a POV shift.)

I just want to sing to the tune of Beethoven's Fifth Symphony, "THERE ARE NO RULES. THERE ARE NO RULES. There are no rules there are no rules there are no rules..."