#As a reader

[positivelyruined]

Okay, yes, back from hiatus for a moment just to rant.

Does anyone else get supremely irritated when they see Feysand shippers drawing comparisons to Beauty and the Beast with Rhys and Feyre?

Like, bruh. BRUH.

A) They are therefore admitting that Rhysand is a beast.

And B) Tamlin and Feyre is literally 50% based on that fairytale.

How much thicker can your heads get, my dudes.

[stromuprisahat]

“I wanted him to stay here with me,” Lady Stark said softly. Jon watched her, wary. She was not even looking at him. She was talking to him, but for a part of her, it was as though he were not even in the room. “I prayed for it,” she said dully. “He was my special boy. I went to the sept and prayed seven times to the seven faces of god that Ned would change his mind and leave him here with me. Sometimes prayers are answered.” Jon did not know what to say. “It wasn’t your fault,” he managed after an awkward silence. Her eyes found him. They were full of poison. “I need none of your absolution, bastard.” Jon lowered his eyes. She was cradling one of Bran’s hands. He took the other, squeezed it. Fingers like the bones of birds. “Good-bye,” he said. He was at the door when she called out to him. “Jon,” she said. He should have kept going, but she had never called him by his name before. He turned to find her looking at his face, as if she were seeing it for the first time. “Yes?” he said. “It should have been you,” she told him. Then she turned back to Bran and began to weep, her whole body shaking with the sobs. Jon had never seen her cry before.

A Game of Thrones- Chapter 10 (George R. R. Martin)

Yeah, I don't care Catelyn is distressed, the hatred's already been there. There's no excuse to say shit like this to a child (and she still sees Robb as a child, so Jon should be one in her eyes too). And using his name for the first time?! Don't tell me that wasn't intentional.

This might be the last time Jon'll ever see her son he obviously cares about, so she takes out her helplessness on him.

If Jon's such a thorn in her side, why doesn't she hate Ned?! Oh, yeah, because he's her beloved Lord husband, so she can't resent him for his manly urges, only his stubborn care for the result. And not enough to wish him crippled.

Catelyn's hurting and feeling guilty, so she hurts the person, who won't fight back or seek support. Low hanging fruit, kicking puppies and such.

And Jon isn't merely kind, he lies for her sake, and feels for her. He's a better person, than I.

Robb knew something was wrong. “My mother …” “She was … very kind,” Jon told him. Robb looked relieved. “Good.”

[mollywog]

Looking through old author interviews and I’m so interested in this question:

When you’re pushing the limits of character or situation, what ineffable traits of Katniss and Peeta/Everlark do you keep intact to preserve their characters?

[discowingneckline]

example for a dc fic: dick grayson/koriand’r, bruce wayne/selina kyle, wally west/linda park

example for an arcane fic: ekko/jinx, caitlyn/vi, mel/jayce

[makeitmingi]

I love CBYMM so much, you're so talented 💖

Can I ask a question? I'm so curious of how far they've gone into the relationship, I mean it seems like they never done it, but they're so comfortable in sleeping together and then in the last chapter he was shirtless and she in just her shirt and it was no big deal so like it has me wondering, if it happened and you just didn't focused on it because it was irrelevant to your plot and all...

thank you!

hmm, at this point, i'm kind of leaving it up to the readers if they want to imagine that Indigo and Mingi have shared coital relations. I don't want to insist that they have or haven't done it since it isn't all that relevant to the plot at this point in time.

(rambling below if you want to read)

personally, i'm kind of teetering between the two. like you said, they are VERY comfortable with each other so sometimes i do consider eluding to the fact that they engaging in coitus. but how i built indigo as a character, i would think that she's not "rushing" to sleep with mingi yet.

yes, she trusts him and lets herself be vulnerable to him but she's still in the process of fully letting him into her bubble.

growing up 'alone' and independently with her experiences from a young age, Indigo is cautious and isn't used to having so many people in her world.

[knebellindemann]

[ballard96]

[positivelyruined]

If anyone has a craving for Feylin, especially ACOMAF rewrite centered, book style (Feyre’s POV, first person), a dash daring, with details and dedication that blow SJM out of the water, not to mention some toe-curling smut — go check out A Court of Blades and Brushes by @zenithofstories 📝💯

Just gooo, read it. Leave a comment too. Comments are dabomb.com

🎨💕⚔️

[crossroads-of-the-raven]

THIS because the next two months are going to be busy and I'm really hoping for some creative time.

I hope every writer who sees this writes LOADS the next few months. Like freetime opens up, no writers block, the ability to focus, etc etc you're able to write loads & make lots of progress <3

[howtokillavampire]

but what if i read one of your fanfics and then went to your ao3 account and read all of your fanfics and left a comment on every single chapter of every single one and you got spam emails from all of my kudos and comments and it made you smile, what then? what if i brighten your day with my words like you did mine, what then???

[tfatwsbarnes]

tower fics are so back baby

[positivelyruined]

My roomie says I’m like a crow! I hoard shiny things. I hoard my favorite comments now too. 🥹♥️💯📝

Fanfic writers are like crows. If you give them treats (comments) they will bring you shiny things (fanfic)

[natti-ice]

[moonchild311]

"you've already left kudos here. :)" ok and I'll leave some more. You got a problem? Because in my opinion, this work is so good and the author totally deserves it

[freakalot]

gojo hates condoms ☆

not even in an ‘i can’t feel a thing’ frat-fuck way either. he just wants to be close to you. he’s touch starved as it is and being inside of you is quite literally the closet he can be to you. why would he want a barrier between his achy length and your silken walls?

he hates condoms. hates them like they’re pointing south on his moral compass. hates them like they hurt to use—which they do, in a way—the mental anguish feels real to him, at least. he picks up a fuss in the grocery store when you pull a pack of ribbed condoms from the shelf to try because why would you seek pleasure from artificial ridges when the protruding veins of his cock would feel just as good if not dressed in a condom?

sometimes he eats you out for twice as long as usual to get you really fucked out and dumb. he’ll make you cum hard and fast and so much that your mind is a mess in the hopes that you’ll forget all about your safety precautions and let him feel you from the inside out. but you always catch on. with a tsk and a finger pointed to the draw where he keeps the horrid things out of sight.

so when you let him fuck you raw for the first time, gojo is reeling. it’s on the condition that he promises to pull out, and promise he does—with a pinky finger hooked around yours and his lips to his thumb—he promises to pull out.

he decides on missionary, because as much as he loves the hundred different positions he knows how to wrangle you into, he wants to connect with you. to make love, not fuck.

and even your wetness against his tip is enough to jolt his stomach downwards. collecting your glossing over his angry head as he rubs himself up and down your folds—he would cum just like this if he wasn’t so stuck on feeling all of you. you’re warm and wet and tight as he pushes against your entrance and oh god he’s going to cum already.

“oh,” he stills, eyes deadset on yours as he slides into you. his tip is rubbing against that spot that makes your back arch upwards and it takes everything in you not to laugh at the distraught look on his face as he says “i have to pull out.”

“you’re joking, right?”

“i really wish i was baby,” he looks pained. he’s never felt something so heavenly and ungodly at the same time. he wants to do bad things, to fuck you into the mattress and breed you full of himself until you’re too weak to care about the aftermath of such recklessness. “i can’t pull out.”

“what?” you laugh, his balls tighten at the sound.

“if i move—” satoru has never looked so serious, “—i will cum. this was a bad idea. why would you let me do this?”

“you’re the one always—”

“actually don’t argue with me, you know what it does to me.” he squeezes his eyes shut and focuses on anything other then the way you feel around him. he does math in his head, thinks about the people he’s killed, how much he loves you… how pretty you look right now… growing old with you.

“i swear you’re getting harder inside of—”

“imsorryiloveyoubutpleasebequietorelseyouaregoingtogetpregnant.”

it takes him a minute of mental gymnastics to feel confident enough to start slowly sliding out of you, but all hope dies when the heel of your foot presses against his ass and with a smile made of sin you pull him deeper inside of you.

he opens his mouth to protest, to tell you he is not joking and all that comes out is a beautiful strangled moan that makes you tighten around him. for a man who claims to be the strongest he is rather weak-willed when it comes to your pussy. he needs to cum so hard that it hurts, but a fear of maybe ruining your life and relationship digs his teeth into his bottom lip.

“don’t do this to me,” he whines.

but you’re smiling. you’re so tight and wet and beautiful and everything he’s ever dreamt of having and holding and you’re smiling. “satoru,” you say, and he’s weak. “cum inside.”

anything for you. it’s gorgeous: the way he lets loose, falling forward to press all his weight into you as he groans and his balls release in hot spurts that you can feel painting your insides white. it’s the connection, the intimacy, the tears that prick at his eyes.

and he doesn’t pull out. no, he presses his hips forward to fuck his cum as deep into you as he possibly can and he vows to throw out every condom in the goddamn house.

god he hates condoms.

part 2