#I can't keep hoarding wips

[steelthroat]

*crying desperately*

I have a new fanfic idea...

*weeps inconsolably*

It looks like a longfic

[werepuppy-steve]

january fic rec

so i figured that instead of waiting until december to make a big long post of all the fics i read throughout the year, i'd break it down into monthly recs instead. i barely read anything at all last year, and it makes me feel awful every time i think about it, so hopefully this method keeps me on track so i can make some headway on the hoard of fics i have saved.

this also helps to boost fics that might've been missed or overlooked in the chaos and carnage brought by the passage of time.

these will include tumblr fics as well as ao3 fics!

general warning: smut will be included in these so please read at your own discretion and heed any warnings and tags!

▸ january fic rec - b sides

break the ice (i can't take anymore) - T, 2.2k, complete @matchingbatbites

tags: hockey au, established relationship, shower sex, secret relationship

“I’m surprised you’re still here,” Steve says as he leans into Eddie’s creeping touch, the little bit of contact more of a tease than anything. “Thought you’d be back at the hotel by now.” Eddie grins up at Steve and tugs him closer. “And miss the chance to congratulate you properly? To show you how proud I am of you?” Steve full on shudders at that, his mouth drops in a soft gasp and his hands push up into Eddie’s hair. “Eddie…” “I am, Stevie. So proud of you, my baby.” He leans in and presses a kiss to Steve’s jersey-covered sternum. “Tell me what you want, princess. Anything, and it’s yours.”

what's mine is yours (to leave or take) - M, 8.2k, complete @thefreakandthehair | througheden

tags: modern au, baker eddie, nurse steve, waitress-inspired, getting together

Eddie's an amateur baker who desperately needs a healthy dose of hope. He finds it in the bottom of a pie dish and the hands of Steve Harrington.

Tax Time - T, 922, complete @simplebtromance

tags: modern au, established relationship, domestic fluff, competence kink, appalachian eddie

Eddie throwing his hair back into a hair clip he stole from Chrissy, face determined as he opened up his laptop on their coffee table, that used to be his Memaw's, and got the binder of bills and receipts out to do his and Steve's taxes. (He still feels gooey and not very metal when he sees Steve Munson on any paperwork or mail, they've been married for over 3 years now and he doesn't think it's gonna stop any time soon)

group hangout - E, 3.3k, complete plutorose

tags: modern au, college au, dom/sub, first time

When Steve and Eddie start seeing each other, Robin meets Eddie's roommate for the first time.

A Little Show - E, 4.1k, complete ItCanBePalped

tags: exhibitionism, pre-threesome, dom/sub

Chrissy and Robin can't wait to get their hands on each other. Unfortunately, the room they find is already occupied. Or maybe that's "fortunately".

BABY SAID - E, 3.8k, complete dartlekey

tags: t4t steddie, transmasc eddie, transmasc steve, college au, bathtub sex, scissoring

Drenched by a sudden downpour and locked out of the youth hostel they were supposed to be staying at, university students Steve Harrington and Eddie Munson find themselves unwittingly and very much against their will trapped in night-time Rome together, and sharing a cramped hotel room. And a bathtub. Things kind of escalate from there.

Love from the other side - M, 6.2k, complete @sidekick-hero

tags: modern au, nurse steve, vampire eddie

In his mind Steve goes over the things he knows. Eddie is a vampire. A vampire who killed another vampire to save Steve’s life. To save Chrissy’s life. Eddie is dying. He may already be dead, but it looks like vampires can die again. Permanently. Eddie wants his blood.

the devil's water, it ain't so sweet - E, WIP hesjustlikemefr

tags: modern au, sugar daddy eddie, sugar baby steve, transmasc steve, slowburn, age difference

After Steve's parents cut him off financially, Robin comes up with a brilliant plan for Steve to be able to pay his bills. SweetShoppe, the most professional sugaring app on the market. Steve is skeptical, until he comes across the profile of Eddie Munson, a music producer and the hottest guy Steve has ever seen. Maybe this wasn't the worst idea after all…

like rabbits - E, WIP crybaby

tags: alpha eddie, omega steve, daddy kink, dom/sub, established relationship, pussy drunk eddie

Steve shaves his pussy and dresses up as a Playboy Bunny. Eddie handles it well.

usa hockey is do or die - E, 4k, complete @steddieas-shegoes

tags: hockey au, dom/sub, established relationship

“Everyone expects a lot from Team USA captain Steve Harrington and his first alternate, Tommy Hagan, but everyone’s a bit shocked at the choice for second alternate. What do you have to say about Eddie Munson being the pick, Jack?” Steve already felt anger bubbling under his skin, the annoyance of the last few weeks finally reaching a boiling point. “Well, we all know he’s one of the best goalies out there, but it’s rare to see a goalie with an A or C. I’ll be honest, I was surprised he was chosen over Gareth Emerson, who showed us three shutouts in the last month at Boston University. Eddie’s been proving himself in the AHL, but I don’t think he’s got what it takes to get the boys to gold. I hope I’m proven wrong, but his careless attitude makes me think he isn’t leading these boys to a victory they want.” The tv in the hotel room snapped off and Steve stood up, pacing the carpeted floors with his fists clenched at his sides and a scowl.

driver roll up the partition please - E, 4.5k, complete @steddieas-shegoes

tags: modern au, rockstar eddie, bartender steve, semi-public sex, light dom/sub

The bow tie around Steve’s neck was choking him. It had to be made for children, but when he’d asked one of the waiters before they went on the floor, he shrugged and said they all were like that. But the lack of oxygen to his brain didn’t excuse the way he nearly dropped a glass of a half-shaken, half-stirred -yes, really- martini when the hottest man he’d ever seen walked up to the bar. He was chatting with a few people, smiling at them like he was truly happy to see them even though he was dressed like someone who was crashing the party. Steve had done a few events like this before and was never disappointed with the eye candy, but this guy was something else. His curls were perfectly maintained, falling just right along his shoulders. Did they say the hair was the curtain to the soul or was he just that enamored?

steve tells eddie about his fight with billy - T, 4.6k, complete @solarmorrigan

tags: post-s2, canon racism and violence, mentions of drug use

“Motherfucker,” he hisses, shaking his hand out, because it had hurt, and then he winds up to do it again, to make it hurt more, because at least he’s in control of that much, at least it’s anything but what he’s feeling right now. “That’s a good way to break your hand, y’know,” a voice comes from the doorway, startling Steve into pivoting and aiming his fist at whoever is coming after him now.

doesn't have to be anything, but i could be everything - E, 4.1k, complete | part 2 @steddieas-shegoes

tags: camboy steve, rockstar eddie, modern au, daddy kink, dom/sub

Steve being a content creator ( cosplay, streamer, YouTuber, onlyfans, webcam boy, illustrator anything in that ballpark) that keeps on getting these messages and blocks them only to be accosted at a convention by this person and Eddie being a low key fan or what ever randomly stepping up to help out

first kiss - T, complete @mcdynamite

tags: first kiss, pet names, getting together, fluff

Kissing has never done all that much for Steve, if he’s honest. It’s just not really something he’s ever given much thought to before - the way someone kisses - despite the fact that he’s locked lips with plenty of people. For him, kissing has always been something nice, but not particularly special. It’s never been earth-shattering. Never taken his breath away, the way people talk about in movies and books. It’s just a way to be closer to someone, and it’s nice, but it’s never anything more than that. Then, Steve kisses Eddie for the first time, and suddenly he gets it.

Good Morning, Daddy - E, 906, complete unholy_forest

tags: dom/sub, morning sex, daddy kink

A short and sweet oneshot of loving, sleepy morning sex between Steve and Eddie.

girls of your dreams (you know what i mean) - E, 2/2, complete @maxineholtzmann

tags: figure skating au, hockey au, threesome, established ronance

The two of them continued, kissing quietly. Chrissy wondered how far she could let this go before they realized she was awake. She ached to touch herself, listening to the panting and low moans now coming from the other bed. Fuck it. Chrissy rolled onto her back and Robin and Nancy froze. She looked over at them, Robin on top of Nancy, pinning her hands above her head. The kissing sounds Chrissy had heard were clearly actually Robin working on Nancy’s nipples with her mouth–both of the cups of the negligee had been pulled down leaving breasts exposed. Chrissy sighed. Slowly moving her hand down her body between her legs she said, “You don’t have to stop as long as I don’t have to stop.” Chrissy started circling her clit with her fingers, arching her back. “Are you sure?” Nancy asked, still panting. “Does it look like I’m not sure?” Chrissy said, using her other hand to fling the blankets back, spreading her legs and making sure Robin and Nancy could see where her hand had traveled.

Your Love Calls Me Home - T, 1.8k, complete @simplebtromance

tags: modern au, long distance relationship, online dating

Steve and Eddie have been in a long distance relationship for three years, and they're finally meeting.

Buckingham revenge program™ - E, series, WIP thequeermoon

tags: oral sex, strap-on sex, dirty talk, semi-public sex

It was all murmurs and unsteady breaths between them, and they barely touched. Outside the door the group laughed suddenly, startling the both of them. Just then they realized how close they were. Just a little step and their bodies would've touched. "Right, okay… " Robin coughed a bit, going slightly backwards. " …do you want to-" She didn’t get to finish that sentence. Chrissy, in full panic of losing the only chance she might have, threw herself at her lips, kissing her. It lasted so little that Robin had no chance to answer it, but it felt like eons. Chrissy opened her eyes, watching at her. Her cold hands on her face, her lips red, slightly parted to show these little teeth Robin thought were so endearing.

Swift Wings and a Brave Heart - T, WIP @paperbackribs

tags: werewolf steve, bat eddie, shapeshifting, found family

The beast stops, gaze narrowing at the pulse pounding in Eddie’s neck, and he quickly slaps a hand over it, trying to limit the temptation of the tasty-blood slash fresh-meat vibe he must be giving off. Robin scowls at Eddie, stepping forward to bury her hand comfortingly into the plush of its furry neck. “Don’t listen to him, Steve. He’s just being a big baby." Eddie has never been a normal type of guy, but he's owned it: he's a gay metalhead in the heart of small-town America and nothing's going to phase him. Nothing except being told that his recent demo-bat injuries might turn him into a shapeshifter like Steve Harrington.

safe and warm - E, 958, complete @steddieas-shegoes

tags: dom/sub, cock warming, pet names, coming untouched

Steve on his knees was a sight he would never get tired of. Something about the way his eyes closed, a rare sign of relaxation spreading over him, made Eddie wish he could be like this all the time, that they could always be like this.

new year's kiss - G, complete @steddieas-shegoes

tags: new year's eve kiss, getting together, pining

He hides in the bathroom, looks at his reflection in the mirror and tries to smile. He used to be so confident, used to be able to tell himself to make a move and make it successfully. But it used to not matter, not like this does. No one has ever mattered the way Eddie does.

first choice - G, complete @steddiealltheway

tags: nye, getting together, pining

Steve runs a hand through his hair and turns back to his abandoned stack of tapes only to turn back around as soon as the bell above the door rings. He turns around with a heavy sigh as soon as he realizes who it is. "Great to see you too," Eddie says with a humorless laugh. Robin cuts in before Steve can. "Don't take it personally. He's just unsuccessful in his mission to woo a lady and get a New Year's kiss." "Really?" Eddie asks, leaning across the counter. "I think I'm coming across as desperate." "Because you are," Robin adds unhelpfully.

holes on the house - M, 404, complete @cranberrymoons

tags: modern au, meet cute, food truck owner steve

There it is: a bright pink truck with an open side, glittering under the streetlight with a loose line of people waiting to order, The Hole printed on the side in white stylized script.

alpha/omega true mates - G, complete @stevieschrodinger

tags: omegaverse, alpha eddie, omega steve, true mates, canon divergence

Eddie, fucking excited as all hell to meet his Omega finally, opens his envelope to find Steve Harrington's name starring back at him and Eddie just. He just can't. Steve's one of the biggest bitches at Hawkins high. And even if Eddie can, sort of, get past that, Steve's a snob. He lives in a fucking mansion and has a nice car and preppy clothes and yeah...Eddie is going to get rejected stone cold and that would be fair because he doesn't have a single thing to offer and Omega like Harrington. Eddie burns the envelope.

henderfam - G, complete @loveinhawkins

tags: canon divergence, eddie lives, steve and dustin behaving like brothers, pre-steddie

God, I love you, Eddie thinks. Maybe some would say that’s too big a declaration to have even in his own head for a mundane, sleep deprived afternoon in hospital. He doesn’t care.

play nice - M, 387, complete @wormdebut

tags: daddy kink, dom/sub, possessive eddie

Eddie has died and gone to Heaven. (If that Heaven is covered in leather and latex…that’s his business.) This is the only explanation, he thinks, as he stares at his boyfriend. His very hot, very muscular, very unclothed boyfriend. Decked out in only a strappy harness and the sluttiest little leather shorts Eddie has ever seen.

need - E, 404, complete @wormdebut

tags: dom/sub, anal fingering, hot boys whimpering

His eyes flick all over Steve’s perfect fucking body, stopping to admire that beautiful cock. “Christ—I’m gonna tear you apart.” His eyes snap up to look into Steve’s perfect blown out ones. He’s perfect, Eddie’s boy.

bake off - G, complete @hairmetal666

tags: gbbo au, baker steve, rockstar eddie, tv host eddie

Steve who goes on a Bake Off type show after Robin, Dustin, and Max set him up as a contestant. He doesn't want to, doesn't think baking or cooking should be stressful, but he's been wallowing since his knee surgery took him out of work and basketball, since his divorce. His first day on set, he's totally gobsmacked by the sexy host with all the tattoos and long, curly hair. Just, cannot take his eyes off the guy, blushing and stammering whenever he comes around to do interviews, obviously can't stop starring.

talk it through - G, complete @strangersteddierthings

tags: established relationship, insecurities, future fic

“I think we should break up,” is what Eddie blurts the moment Steve opens the front door to reveal him. Steve’s first reaction is anger -how dare he?- but he doesn’t do anything with that anger. Instead, he takes a deep breath through his nose, crosses his arms, and looks Eddie over. He’s breathing heavily yet his van is parked along the curb. He didn’t run here. His hair, while never tame, looks rougher. He is fidgeting but in a nervous way, not his usual too much energy way. His eyes are wide and scared. It’s the last bit there that drains Steve’s anger. Something’s happened. He drops his arms and says, “well, you’re not dumping me on my porch. Get in here.”

frat steve - G, complete @strangersatellites

tags: college au, established relationship, frat steve

when he gets there he’s met with two guys, freshman surely. letters emblazoned across their cutoff muscle tees and hats turned backwards and perched, very stupidly if eddie shares his piece, atop their heads. they stop him with a hand up and friendly smiles and mock bravado “three actives,” bro number one states. eddie barely holds back an incredulous laugh. “you cannot be serious.”

flirting - T, complete @jewishrat420

tags: pining, pet names, flirting, "first of all my name is baby so jot that down"

"Don't call me that." He chances a look over at Eddie, at the risk of appearing as vulnerable as he feels, and to his distress, he can't get a read on the man. His dark eyebrows furrow, brown eyes squinting slightly, and his lips part like he wants to speak. He licks them. Steve's eyes follow the motion unintentionally. "Call you what?" Eddie says on an exhale. "A brat?" Steve shakes his head. "Harrington. Don't like it when you call me that."

kink discovery - M, complete @eddywoww

tags: hair pulling, dom/sub, getting together

He touches him the second time. When they’re all hanging out and the lights are low and Steve does it again and Robin only halfway gives him a weird look. It doesn’t stop Steve form blinking tired eyes up at Eddie, watching the way he gulps and hovers a hand over Steve’s face. “I like when people pet my hair,” He says unhelpfully, so high he can barely concentrate. Eddie makes a soft noise and blinks down at him. “You should- you should do that.”

cherry - M, complete @eddywoww

tags: omegaverse, tattoo artist eddie, alpha eddie, omega steve, age difference

And then he gets into Eddie’s studio and like- okay, Steve has always had a type. Older men, men who wore suits, men who worked with his father. Unattainable, already mated. Steve sort of assumes this guy is mated too. He looks like it, has a bite that’s weirdly faded on his neck. But Steve can’t smell an Omega on him. Or a Beta or an Alpha. No one. So sue him if he gets a little flirty. It fuels his self esteem, knowing they can look but he won’t let them touch.

eddie lives - T, complete @bonitabreezy

tags: canon divergence, steve carries eddie out of the upside down, eddie lives (but not without consequence)

Any part of him that had leaned into the idea that it was over and that they were safe was immediately washed away at the sound. His blood started to zing with adrenaline once more and he became hyper aware of everything around them, scanning the trees for danger. “Was that--” Nancy started, her shoulders a hard line, her hands no longer shaking. “Dustin,” Steve said, and he took off running.

4+1 - G, complete @steddieas-shegoes

tags: 5+1, steve carries eddie, eddie carries steve, eddie recovering from the bites

four times eddie gets carried and one time he does the carrying

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[ninzied]

wip wednesday

The first week it happens, it’s only a sock, which Henry supposes could happen to anyone. In fact, it’s not until he’s upstairs folding his things and David starts snuffling about that Henry realizes this man’s rogue sock is even there.

Another week, another sock, and Henry, much against his own will, starts having to collect them in pairs. He considers tossing them, or letting David hoard them in his dog bed, but that seems a waste—many of the socks look brand new—and besides which he’s not that petty a person, much to Pez’s interminable chagrin.

Henry winds up folding the socks on the windowsill by the machine he’s now resigned to having to share. He wonders if the other man might take the hint and be less careless about his belongings. Or perhaps he goes through so many socks that he simply can’t be bothered to keep track of them all.

The socks, however, do not stop. Nor does it stop with the socks, because one week Henry finds himself folding one of the man’s workout shirts, the next week a button-up that he also can’t help but iron out briefly, and then it sort of spirals from there.

And it’s…fine, but Henry draws the line at the undergarments.

He will most certainly not be touching those.

He does, however, let curiosity get the best of him from time to time.

The man has the oddest assortment of pants Henry has ever seen. Some are quite practical, which only makes the others stand out more. There’s one with a large green gape-mouthed fish on the back, which Henry doesn’t really mean to look at but in fairness the fish looks like it’s looking at him, with the words DOES THIS MAKE MY BASS LOOK BIG? printed underneath it.

tagged by: @firenati0n @anincompletelist @hgejfmw-hgejhsf thank you lovelies and can't wait to read your words when i've managed to sit down properly today!! tagging: @celeritas2997 @eusuntgratie @mulderscully @carry-the-sky @notspecialbabe @sparklepocalypse and anyone who wants to share (apologies if you've done so already and i missed it!)

[kit-williams]

Aishite Aishite Aishite

This is the Incest if you squint at it WIP I had

tw: Incestous language, dubcon/noncon, oral, Yandere Salamander

Nubin Orenn

Bev To'ken: female, grey eyes, silvery hair

Bev couldn't take it anymore. She was tired of letting brother Orenn live in a delusion! It was cruel and unusual for her of all people to be assigned to be his "sister". Bev To'ken was so far removed from his original family tree that he was practically a stranger to her. She was going to confront him tonight at dinner... she wanted to live her life and not continue to allow some poor man cling to a past that was centuries old and dust. If she wasn't so frustrated she would try to relate it to fire and the forge but she was just done.

Nubin Orenn was an old Space Marine... he was well into his 700s and when a man gets to be that old... he develops a few quirks. Not unlike a dreadnaught with their quirks such as how he is on and off the battlefield... he is a dragon through and through. A violent raging thing that hoards what it hoards so closely and tightly that it might end up killing what it hoards... he hoards family... he hoards memories... he hoards people in a twisted sense. He needs the balance... he needs to have someone to help ground him back to being friendly... to being sweet... to being like a warm fire on a cold night... something to gather around with friends... something to lure people closer so he won't feel alone. Nubin loves people... regardless of if you meet him on the field and you cross into his heated and passionate gaze or off the field and you cross his warm and loving gaze. But he had his sister to keep him grounded.... right?

Bev sighs looking at him just looking into his bowl as his ruby red eyes were trying to search for an answer in broth. "Nubin. I can't do this any more for you. I refuse to continue to perpetuate some lie. They're gone Nubin. I am not your sisters! I'm someone hardly related to you by this point!" She shrieked and stomped her foot. Her breathing heavy as she finally let out all that built up anger, "Just because I'm no body important distantly related to you is the only reason I'm here! You kept me around because I guess I look close enough to them! Let me live my life Nubin!"

His ruby eyes just looked over at her... this stranger living in his home... a subsitute family... a subsitute sister for him to take care of... to be a good big brother to. She was mad at him... she never wanted to be here... always uncomfortable... not seeing it as an honor and more of a hinderance. "I'm going to go pack some of my things tonight Nubin. I'm not staying here." He listened to the chair scrape on the floor as he listened to the steps heading to her room. See they had gotten a few things wrong about his sisters... some warped perception of how they were suppose to act and behave.

This was the closest to getting them back. His nails dig into the wood of the table. They harassed and haranged him till the day each one of his sisters had passed. None of them afraid to call him out on his bullshit... none of them afraid of him. Such a mean big brother... Oh really Nubby? Their voices sing songed through his mind as he held his head as long dead feelings were stirred up like a slumbering dragon.

The eldest of his sisters, Sai, was always his partner in crime. He had locked and buried those feelings he felt towards her deep deep deep down. With her passing he felt that they could be let go... SO WHY WERE THEY CRASHING RIGHT BACK INTO HIM?! Bev wasn't Sai... his mind came to a screeching halt as the Dragon that he was on the field rumbled in the back of his mind... Bev wasn't Sai... Nubin feels his chest rumble in an approximation of a purr.

Bev comes back with a bag slung over her shoulder. She stops and walks back to the table to at least apologize and hope he wasn't mad... he was still a Space Marine. "Nubin..." Is all she says before pausing and the hair on the back of her neck stands up. Nothing's changed but something has... something is wrong... something is very wrong... the air felt heavy. When he looked at her gone was the soft tender gaze of Nubin and there was something else there... a gaze that looked at her like a piece of flesh. She watched his tongue pause on his canines.

"Yes sister." He purred out with an enjoyment she hadn't heard before.

She nervously swallowed as she soon had a white knuckle grip on her bag, "I'm... I'm going to go."

"Is that right?" He cocked his head to the side before standing up causing her to jump.

"B-brother." She started trying to appease him but doesn't expect the reaction from him.

The deep groan from his chest, the way he bites his bottom lip, and the utter lust in his eyes, "Yeah call me that again." Her eyes follow a hand and she can feel her face heat up as Nubin starts to palm his crotch.

She ran and that excited him, she hardly made it out into the dark night before she found herself dragged into the shared home once more. Bev felt her back thud against the wood of the table the shattering of the bowls and cups as her grey eyes snap open looking up into the glowing red eyes. This wasn't the darling "brother" she was forced to try to appease this was a completely different man over her. Her throat tightened as his hands firmly rested on her hips. Bev realized her legs were around his waist as she became very aware of the throbbing against her core. "D-don't look at me like that." She softly pleaded her voice surprising her with how quietly she whispered it.

She watched his pink tongue flick out and move against the charcoal skin of his lips. The look in his eyes... was how she wished to be looked at. Bev blinked in horror at her thoughts as she was confused and frustrated. She could see his teeth, sharp and dangerous, flash into a seductive grin as he growled out, "But I can smell what it is doing to you... how excited you are."

"Stop it!" Bev shouts slapping him hard feeling her heart rush as those red eyes look down at her as her hand stings from the slap.

The table groaned as he leaned in snarling, "You didn't deny it little sister," He pants out lost in a delusion, "Let your big brother help you."

Bev feels and hears something tear and she lifts her head feeling the cool air and Nubin's hot breath against her sex. He has been forcibly ignoring the scent of a female in his home for so long it feels good to finally have it. He hooks his foot around the leg of his chair pulling it closer as he gently kisses the lips of her sex and watches the way Bev's walls clench around nothing. Nubin lifted his robes up over his lap before he sat down and grabbed his cock tightly.

With one hand holding Bev still and the other holding his cock he pushed his tongue into her sex feeling her shiver and try to drown a moan. "Yeah is this what you needed? Someone to take care of your pretty pussy?" The Dragon purrs, "Yes just keep moaning dear... let me hear all those pretty noises." He says starting to fist his cock.

His slow languid strokes of his tongue quickly turn as he pushes his face between her legs with his tongue deep in Bev's cunt as if he was making out with her. Her body bucking and squirming as her attempt to resist quickly falls apart and he soon has her screaming and moaning in pleasure. Hands covering her face as this was what she wanted... to be seen as a woman and not just as a "sister" to an unstable space marine... but not like this.

Her face was flushed as she was screaming in pleasure as Nubin had slick smeared on his face as he was panting and puffing hard against her cunt as she practically humped his face just moaning in some twisted pleasure. Till she finally came on his face and he strangled his cock to resist cuming right then and there. She laid sprawled on the table just groaning feeling weak. Bev felt her eyes bulge at the sight of the obsidian dragon between Nubin's legs. He just grinned down at her as he still held her leg.

"I'm not going to fuck you on the table like a whore. No no dearest little sister you deserve to be fucked in my bed." He picked her up as he palmed her ass and had Bev grinding against his cock as he slowly walked to his room. His eyes held a dark look in them, "Oh Bev... thank you for yelling at me. You know only my real sisters would do that to me. Yet you're right... you're not them but I have a lot of fantasies to work through little sis... so walking might be hard for a few days but," He poked her nose for a moment as his voice dropped an octave and the air seemed to vibrate around him as Bev realized she was trapped, "don't you worry... big brother is here."

[keeponquinning]

Here With Me, the series — M A S T E R L I S T

Joseph Quinn x Erotica Novelist Latina Fem!Reader.

Summary — You've done pretty good for yourself. You have a best friend and through her musician fiancé, a best friend adjacent. You also finalized your dream since you were a kid, always being a writer, but now a published author. Not a grand success, but you gained a following whether from the books themselves or your presence in BookTok and the weekly podcast you do with your best friend. It's earned you invites to conventions with your fellow authors and...that's where you meet him. You were never a fan of long distance relationships, but falling for a London boy? As if there was any other choice. It won't be easy, but, you were both willing to beat the odds.

WARNINGS — There WILL be smut, all sorts of filth going on as typical in a relationship, especially a long distance one. Cursing. Like, obviously I'm writing this for adults. And also, it is RPF so if not you're thing... Understandable, I respect it, just respect me and others that write it to not be a dick about it. ✌️

The Pros and Cons. It's your birthday! You don't feel like celebrating at all, despite your best friends' efforts. What's worse? You're working through the weekend, a guest at a convention with your fellow writers, signing your books and...absolutely no news or content on your anticipated next book that everyone, including your publisher, keeps asking you about. It's all a bit stressful, and then, you meet him. Tall, English, chocolate button eyes and warm smile. Perhaps there would be something to this birthday weekend after all.

Part One - Two ( WIP! )

Close Shave. After growing so accustomed to his beard, it's time for the working actor to shave it for a role and you're the first to see him.

One Shot ( WIP! )

Take Care Of You. You're about to fly to London to spend two glorious weeks with your boyfriend. You both can't wait, to the rolling eyes of your friends. And it starts out lovely....until you come down with the worst cold you've ever had. You're miserable, tired, and hating that you ruined the time you have before you have to fly home. But Joseph doesn't mind, insists it's not ruined because you're still together and he'll just have to nurse you back to health.

Part One ( WIP! )

Yes, Professor. You're Joseph's secret, writer, girlfriend who you met amidst the start of his convention tours, things are hot and heavy between you two, though strained for the inconvenience of not living in the same city and not being official. You're forced to spend a week apart but plan to meet up with him back in London on the last day of his Con appearance, and after teasing him for his Professor type choice of outfits, well, you just couldn't resist showing up dressed as your professor's favorite student, now could you? We thought not.

Part One | Part Two | Part Three ( WIP! )

Get You Alone Tonight. The secret's out, you and Joe are a couple. The Venice Film Festival proves to be your first real outing as a couple, both dressed to the nines and by his side with the premiere of his film, HOARD, and you couldn't even be more proud of him, despite the nerves rattling you both. But once it's said and done and you're both alone again... The nerves get settled the only way you two can think of.

One Shot ( WIP ! )

Almost Made It. You both r e a l l y wanted to make it to that club opening one of Joe's friends of a friend invited him to. But... Oh... You both almost made it...

One shot ( WIP! )

Proud of You. Another festival, another fitting, another chance for you to be so proud of your boyfriend and not afraid to show it.

One shot ( WIP! )

The TikTok series. Your boyfriend isn't very savvy into the whole social media game like you are. But has appeared on your lives, sometimes popping into your videos from time to time, but now has warmed to the idea of doing them officially under your careful direction. He can't seem to say no to you, and you don't take that lightly.

Mini-series ( WIP! )

Notes — These are just the fics I've started, there are plans for loads more. So here is a masterlist for EVERY FIC / blurb / one shot I have planned in this verse. I thought having one big masterlist instead of thousands others would be easier!

Also? Requests are so open for these two, because I love them and honestly any excuse to write them.

We'll start over with the tag list too, just to be fair. So -- !

LIKE THIS POST TO BE ADDED TO THE TAG LIST! ( also reblogging and keysmashing into my inbox / DMs would be cool, too... )

Taglist — 46!

( actual tags will appear on the chapters! that would probably make sense. thank you! )

[themissakat]

Hi! First off I jut wanted to say I'm a huge fan of your work. Your art inspires me so much and I love all of the fanfics you've written. Especially pieces of you. Anyways, I was wondering if you have any tips for beginners. Anatomy wise I mean. I'm not very good at Anatomy and was wondering if you had any tips? That's all. Keep up the great work!

thanks so much!!

man i love talking about learning How To Art, lets get to it *breaks my knuckles*

I did a quick tik tok a hot minute ago rambling on my process with figures:

I am trying to narrow down my thoughts and i think that overall, human anatomy is easiest to grasp by starting simple, then narrowing your focus.

as i mentioned in the above tik tok, simplification of shapes can really help, as well as memorizing general proportions of the body. even if you cannot draw the specific detail of, say, the musculature of a neck, or every single finger joint, if the structure is there and is generally in the right place, it will be far more helpful.

my favorite phrase in regards to developing skills and then style is, "you need to learn the rules before you can break them."

Observation and reference is super important, especially with something as complex as the human form. Frequently refer back to real people, pictures, references.

(If you are able to, I recommend trying to attend sessions with live models. If you can't there's lots of websites that give a similar structure to those sessions, but with photos instead (most sites give an option to exclude nude pictures as well which can be nice). (here's one i found by googling "figure drawing")

To practice simplified anatomy, i would probably recommend gesture drawing, just very quick and loose doodles from reference (with the above type of website, 60 seconds a pose or less!) to help get an idea of your basic shapes and proportions. (Some examples below!!)

Reference is very much your friend. if you do have a specific pose in mind, ask a friend to pose for a picture, or take one of you! (or be like me and use a webcam, because you've already got a tripod for it, why not)

(tracing from photos can also be a good way to learn! though it is important to remember that it should be used as a LEARNING TOOL, not as a means to produce a final piece of artwork.)

my final note for this long ass ramble is that, often times people will pass along tutorials from other artists. HOARD THESE. so many people have really good tips for shortcuts, or how they think about things! (for example, this artist, Meg Syv, is someone whose work i really admire, PLUS she retweets a lot of tutorials as well as posts lots of WIP work, which gives some insight into her process!) (i think she's been coming back to Tumblr as well, @/bludragongal ) okay i think that's all i can word vomit for the moment. TLDR: Observe and Reference from Life, Simplified > Complex, Create a dragon hoard of tips and tutorials that other kind people post online. HOPE THIS HELPS!! All the well wishes for your art journey!

[professorspork]

36! 49!

36. PAST - How much do you foreshadow a plot twist?

Ooh, this is a FASCINATING question to chew on. My most recent big project (and to a far lesser extent my current WIP) was very much a canon retelling fusion, so that kind of muddies the water-- how much can one, in fanfiction, truly foreshadow something the audience already knows is coming?

I will say that in general, I am pretty big on uh... I guess I'll call it broadcasting my intentions. I'm a sucker for a leitmotif and love callbacks and payoffs, and what is foreshadowing if not step one of that process? I can't say I'm particularly subtle about it; I can think of many times where I thought I was being slick about including something and then I got three different comments that singled i out like THIS IS A SURPRISE TOOL THAT WILL HELP US LATER.

so I suppose the answer is I foreshadow to such a great extent that I kind of don't even see it as foreshadowing? I guess I think of it more as giving myself options or opportunities, and then I'm sort of obligated to actually explore them later. it keeps me honest, lmao.

49. WRATH - Do you prefer writing endings or beginnings?

I think the answer has to be beginnings, if only because I write them so much more often. Because I hoard my stories until completion these days, I revise the beginnings countless times prior to publishing-- whereas the endings, though no less scrutinized, just have far less time for me to SIT with them.

there's also just... a lot of pressure and a little bit of a bummer about actually finishing something. you know? like good stories End and I appreciate that, but knowing that this is my last chance to make the impression I want to and find the taste that will linger in readers' mouths always has me on a little bit of an edge. thinking back to my other works, there are several where, when I reread them, when I get to the end I have this "wait, that's it?" feeling where I wish I'd pushed myself harder to give it more of the perfect button. beginnings, though, are all about potential and promise and setting the tone.

I certainly enjoy writing endings insofar as once I do them I can share with the world and get my sweet, delicious feedback, but in terms of which one I prefer I've gotta say it's openers over closers.

[ohhcinnybuns]

Life update ~

I know I haven't updated ao3 in a while, and you’re probably wondering, “but… but, Cinny, where are the wips? WHERE ARE THEY? DROP EM PLS! I MUST READ!” 😭

Let me tell you right now, I’m hoarding them 💀 MY EYES ONLY!… j/k... Or am I?

WAIT! WAIT!

Before you consider tossing me out a window… lol, they are coming. I expect to drop all four wips i’ve been working on by the end of August. That's my official deadline to make up my damn mind about my drafts and release them into the wild.

It’s not you guys, it’s literally me 😭 I hate being so indecisive sometimes. I'm my worst writing critic, *facepalm*. But anyway, I digress. I thought I would drop that note first to keep everyone in the loop, lol.

Additionally, I will have much more free time to write FF. My online studies must take a hiatus. It’s hard to juggle home life, studies, and hobbies. This is the biggest RIP ever, but I saw it coming, and well, I do like having free time again and less stress! So, a toast to that, lol.

In addition to all this, I am mourning a little… and don’t laugh, lol.

The teeny fish from a while ago didn't make it. I think the big fish gave it a gulp a couple of days ago, and well… Man if I didn't have the most Xie Lian reaction.

Two days ago, I switched out the fish water and noticed the little one didn't come out. I had told my husband I had severe anxiety because I wouldn't be able to handle its little death and that it was like my 7th child (if I include my kids + pets, lol). I needed to know he was okay, or it would never leave me alone.

I didn't know whether to laugh or cry when we realized he wasn't in the tank anymore (more at the karma and irony of what I had told my husband). I sobbed like a mess when there was no tiny fish. My husband probably thought I was insane, laughing and crying. Poor husband. Poor little fish. 😔 I’m still emotional about him.

That’s what I’ve been up to these past couple of weeks. Lots of writing, re-drafting, adulting, back-to-school prepping, mourning, and planning for a birthday party: I’m all over the place! Lol. But I’ve been chipping away at where free time lets me.

Thank you, guys, for being extremely patient. LIKE EXTREMELY patient. I would post more wip snips, but I can't edge you guys more than I previously have, 💀. ITS FOR YOUR OWN GOOD! LOL ( I'm more than happy to provide hints if asked about them though 👀).

Anyway, if you got this far, you are a real one. Thanks for sticking around!

Cinny, out ✨✌️

[midnight-rice]

Ephemerality, creativity, and completion

My sleep schedule is fucked and my brain is fried and I can't sleep so naturally I decided to go through all some of the files backed up in my Google Drive--- mainly my own artwork, old and new, some of my writing WIPs, and snippets of creative projects from fans and professionals alike that I had saved as inspirations. It was really refreshing to look back on the techniques and the flaws and the ideas in each of them, as well as my personal growth and the development of my interests. But so much of my work in there hasn't been shared because it's incomplete, which is something that haunts me quite a lot sometimes and as I was thinking about it and what I want from life I think I reached a new point in thinking. Apologies if I sound angsty or self-absorbed, I'm just liveblogging my musings for my own preservation purposes:

My inability to finish stuff is something that developed later in my life, starting around maybe late high school and becoming more noticable in my early twenties (although technically I'm still in my early twenties 😅). I suspect the cause is related to a mental disorder, probably ADHD though I'm not sure I'll ever get an official diagnosis, since the symptoms do sound similar to descriptions of executive dysfunction: almost everything I make has an invisible ticking clock on it, the length of which can vary wildly, but once that timer runs out the odds of completion drop abysmally low, no matter how much I care about the creation/task or how important it is. I've found that there are ways to prolong this deadline sometimes and the effectiveness of those methods can vary too. Sometimes it's better to take frequent breaks to avoid burnout, and other times it's better to push through while the intrinsic inspiration is high. Sometimes it's better to have deadlines to establish clear goals, and sometimes it's better to dismiss the time limitations because they can cause anxiety and hopelessness. Sometimes it's better to share what I'm working on in order to reignite interest by vicariously experiencing the idea with new eyes, and sometimes it's better to keep it to myself so that my brain doesn't conflate the act of sharing with the act of finishing.

And I know that things don't have to be complete in order to be shared, or at least I try to remind myself of that. My perfectionism makes me want to have it be *done* in its best currently possible form when shared, and tbh social media often reinforces that idea to an extent since WIPs tend to get way less attention than finished things but that's not entirely my point rn. I've more or less accepted that some things are made to matter in the moment, that I made them when I needed to and that it's okay to move on to other things without finishing. But presenting incomplete works can still feel like almost a betrayal as much as hoarding them does because it opens up possible miscommunication or misinterpretation--- if I had just found the right words or drawn the right details THEN the audience would get it.

And I think for me personally that idea of "getting it" is really important to me. I'm naturally more shy and reserved (or maybe it's not natural and was more of a coping mechanism to fit in but I'm not going there today lol) and I struggle to find the right words a lot in speech but the things I make manage to say a lot more about me than I can verbalize. A lot of my relationships are more surface-level like acquaintances and coworkers which is fine, it's unrealistic and probably unhealthy to be deeply intimate with everyone you know. But even some of my closer ones like my family still feel shallow at times or disconnected. I don't mean to sound edgy or that I'm "misunderstood," but I worry sometimes that if I got hit by a truck tomorrow they'd put the wrong words on my tombstone and never know about a Google Drive full of incomprehensible creative works that nevertheless mattered so much to me.

Oh my god the irony... I'm so tired I cant even finish this post and now it looks like I'm just having an anxiety spiral... f

[bigjbonk]

HI!!!! I found you through ex machina!!! I would sell my bones for more of it. It is SO GOOD. i understand if you dont plan on writing more of homestead, but please, tell us what was gonna happen next !!!!! (If you had an outline already, if not its ok)

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa that's a pretty huge compliment, thank you!!!

Homestead, Homestead, Homestead. It isn't that I don't want to write it, really. It's just that the tf2 fixation is dormant at the moment, and has been for a while. And at the time I didn't like writing Melissa lol. I do wanna write more of it, but the issue is that right now I have stuff I wanna do MORE, and that list is always growing. My creative process is kinda just. You know. Hoarding WIPs that I'll "work on later." 😂

I was an even less disciplined writer back then than I am now, so I kind of just had some loosely connected ideas that I would write whenever I ended up feeling like it. So, seeing as at this point the most likely way I'll get back to Homestead is after an Ex Machina rewrite (and who knows if/when I'll get to that), sure, I'll share some ideas I had for Homestead under the readmore. Hypothetical spoilers below.

For starters, Engie is sterile. He and Melissa wanted children, but didn't find out until later that Engie couldn't have kids. It's why there was a room in the house that didn't match the rest, it's why Engie immediately latched onto the idea of caring for Mal (and partially why he didn't always have the best instincts even when his intentions were good; no practice), and it's why Melissa was initially REALLY uncomfortable with the fact that he'd "built a son in all but name."

Speaking of Melissa, she definitely didn't like Mal. She's seen enough of Engie's craft to know it's sound. But this is the first time he's (as far as she knows the situation) BUILT A GUY. Inspired by a coworker or not, that's weird. That might even make it weirder. It doesn't help that she barely gets to see her husband, and now he's brought home what might as well be his artificial kid, and barely pays her any mind because he's so set on advancing the robot's AI and teaching it ABCs. Melissa wouldn't resort to outright sabotage, because she loves her husband more than life itself, but she DOES inadvertently start a petty rivalry with Mal (if a slightly lopsided one) because frankly, she WOULD prefer that darned robot gone. Even if she wouldn't overtly say so.

I was kind of hoping for her and Mal to eventually warm up to each other, but considering Melissa's visceral distrust, and Mal's tendency to be either terrified or vindictive when wronged, to this day I'm not sure what would have spurred them to make up. I think I was just gonna keep writing as I go until an idea came up that kinda felt right.

I'm pretty sure that was it for actual plot stuff. There wasn't a whole bunch, seeing as Homestead was meant as a sort of drabble collection anyway, with a string of AU canon to tie them together. But here's some other random ideas I had for themes and chapters and stuff!

Mal really would find a horse. It wouldn't be HIS horse, but it would be a big enough horse for him to hop on and then IMMEDIATELY realize he didn't know how to ride one. No horses would be harmed in the making of that chapter.

Mal learning about sign language, and wanting to learn it. It would be difficult, seeing as he has three fused fingers and a face that can't emote, but it's close enough to what he and M-146 did that he would want to try.

Engie upgrading Mal's pattern recognition software so that it could run fast enough for him to enjoyably watch cartoons, simply because it bothered Mal that he couldn't make anything out in animated material. He would immediately swear off almost all of it for a variety of reasons (he ends up not really liking slapstick or fantasy violence, for starters), but he would quickly become hooked on shows like Scooby Doo whenever his cooking show wasn't on.

Engie would also work on de-noising his speaker system because Scout would call sometimes, and talking to a robot whose voice is 80% grain is a nightmare over the phone.

Speaking of Scout calling, Engie tended to always get surprised immediately after a call because Mal would have learned like 20 new words, and would have more varied intonation for words he already had. By the time the fic ended, Mal would have been capable of nearly flawless speech, and his intonation and even accent would become startlingly different from Scout's. And no, Engie would never fully get used to it. XD

There was gonna be a chapter of July 4th. That was uhhhhhhhhh gonna be how Engie learned Mal had pretty severe PTSD. This would have led to some newfound understanding of Mal's prior behavior, and that awareness would have in turn led to better management of— and workarounds to— Mal's anxiety. Not using certain power tools in his vicinity, for example, or slowly introducing him to stimuli that he found stressful in other contexts. (I'm no expert in how PTSD is managed, and at that age I DEFINITELY wasn't, so like, I would inform readers not to take my approach as like, a PTSD tutorial fjdkdjddhdj)

Once Mal had the words for it, he would reveal his favorite colors were yellow and green. He wouldn't want to be repainted, but he WOULD start occasionally wearing clothes about it.

Mal likes watching Engie work, but should NEVER be expected to help beyond handing him tools. (Engie learns why after the July 4th incident, when Mal has the words to share some of his backstory. Which got loosely addressed in a side fic because I literally retconned his origin like halfway through Ex Machina lol whoops)

I toyed with the idea of Mal making friends so that he wasn't 100% dependent on Engie at all times forever and ever. But I never came up with anyone, nor the circumstances for how he would even meet them when he barely gets to leave the house.

Mal eventually learns he likes to draw. He's not good at it by any stretch of the word, but he likes it.

Anything else I could put here would be me coming up with modern ideas, but these were some of the thoughts and themes I had in mind when I was first writing Homestead. Or at least the ones I could remember; there's a notebook somewhere that had a few ideas listed, but I have no clue where that is lol.

[sarcasticsciencefictionwriter]

Rain, Wind, Drought for the weather ask:)))

Hi! Thank you so much! :)

💧Rain - What's the most emotional scene you've ever written?

Oof, I think there are quite a few qualifiers here.

The entirety of 'Akhkharu' was pretty emotional, with Helen fighting against transforming into a vampire.

'You Said You'd Never Leave' was also pretty emotional, with Helen struggling with James's death.

'Written In Your Eyes' was immediately after Ashley's death....

'Reassurances' might take the cake here, though, where it was Henry asking Helen why she adopted him and feeling very insecure about his place as her son.

There's a lot and I can't remember them all right now.

🌬 Wind - What was the easiest part of your WIP to write?

Uhh.... *glances at hoard of WIPs*

Right now, I'm going to have to say the easiest part of any of my current WIPs was either the early parts of Enigmatic Confections with so, so much snark between Helen and Nikola and mama!Helen moments or the Ranna-meets-Gregory part of my Ranna fic.

Since the early chapters of Enigmatic Confections are published, you can have a snippet of the Ranna fic.

All in all, Ranna felt smug when she turned up at Gregory's door with the written permission from the Senate, along with all the warnings attached to it. Gregory took the paper, surveyed it, and sighed heavily, leaning on his cane. "You are a very stubborn one, aren't you, Miss Seneschal?" "So I've been told." "Come in, then." Ranna could accept that he wasn't very happy, though a part of her couldn't fathom why. Surely he should have been happy to be able to share his knowledge freely, when he usually wasn't allowed to. Keeping things like that inside must have been difficult. Gregory insisted on making Ranna tea before they got started and Ranna accepted, sipping the spicy blend quietly as Gregory went through pleasantries and asked her some questions, mostly about herself. He smiled at her when she answered and already Ranna was a little confused, because she had never had a teacher or tutor give her that sort of look before. Like they were pleased with her simply for being, instead of expecting her to meet the expectations they never told her. "You're Kanaan's intended?" he questioned, as if he didn't already know that. Ranna snorted before she could stop herself. "Intended is not the word I'd use, Doctor Magnus. I'm hardly marrying him." "If he accepts you, you are, at the core of it." Ranna blinked, frowning at this description. "I beg your pardon?" "You will be making a commitment to him that will span your entire life. I may not have bonded to a hyperspieces abnormal, Miss Seneschal, but I do understand how it works." "Mmm." They continued talking, though Ranna was perhaps slightly annoyed when it seemed that Gregory wasn't going to give her a lesson on what she needed to know about the surface today.

🪹 Drought - What do you do to help with Writer's Block?

See, this is why I have so many WIPs. If I can't write on one thing, I usually just shift on to another. If I can't write on any of them, I usually just screw around on the internet or play a game or watch something and come back to it later.

Mostly it's just power through and hop from one to the other.

[troblsomtwins829]

I love all your JND art!

So what’s your favorite game and least favorite game?

What’s are your favorite ships and least favorite ships?

And do you plan on writing out your au’s or at least the lore?

Aw! Thank you so much! I'm glad you're enjoying!!

I've only played the main trilogy, so I can't say anything about Daxter, Jak X, or Potato, (if I could, you probably already know which I'd pick as the worst) I love the original Jak and Daxter game, I have years of memories of playing it with my brother and more recently of playing it by myself. Jak 2 was probably the worst based purely on mechanics, despite how much I love everything else about it. There were some missions that I was stuck on for a while and that made it hard to stay invested.

My heart for Jakeira and Tess/Daxter. Sig/Damas is a close second (I can never not picture those two canoodling whenever they're alone) Not a fan of most ships with Erol or Jinx. I just don't like Jinx; and Erol in canon is a monster and doesn't deserve to be happy.

I definitely plan on writing out a large majority of my AU's, I probably have about 20 wips in my docs right now I'm slowly working through. I have a bad habit of keeping information to myself, unfortunately, so while posting lore bits has crossed my mind, I am a coward and am hoarding them. I will happily answer any and all questions related to them, though!

Come to think of it, I probably should post some lore bits, just to have a record of them out there that I can look back on instead of burying them in my docs so deep that I forget where I put them. That might be a good idea.

[bloustorm]

Tell us more about Red Tobin magical adventures owo

Wip List

Okay first of all I can't believe I didn't talk about this before

Second of all thanks for asking :D

So in this fic Red Robin tries to stake out a gang that has been rising quickly but gets discovered and hit by a magical artifact that is apparently supposed to awaken someone's inner animal or something along those lines, no one is too sure (including me)

It ends up giving him traits of a Dragon, tail claws teeth horns tails and wing along with instincts to hoard and keep save that which he treasures

So a Red Robin that looks now vaguely demonic is on the hunt for his family because he really wants to have a big old group cuddle now, and of course no one really knows about this because well, Oracle only finds out what happened several hours later

(I love the scene where Tim confronts Jason so much)

have a small snippet:

He dropped to the ground, landing clumsily on his hands and knees buckling up against an invisible force. 

The goons all drew near him, obviously feeling smug and delighted in their victory. 

Then Red Robin started screaming, a guttural inhuman sound that clearly no one was prepared for, by the way everyone stumbled back and stared wide eyed at the crumbled form of Red. 

No one dared to draw near him as he twisted and turned, buckling up and contouring himself in ways that were nearly impossible. 

As suddenly as the screaming had started it stopped, no one had dared to draw near but everyone was pointing their guns at him again, before anyone could shoot however a black and red blur dashed across the field and vanished, Red Robin was gone. 

Well, not really gone Barbara thought to herself, as she looked over to another screen in which Red Robins signal was blinking merely to itself.

[sometimes-love-is-enough]

Fanfic asks: 1, 2, 3 (does it help you to share ideas?), 34, 43, 50, 76, 78, 79 and 80 (How do you deal with writer’s block?)

I’ve been kinda feeling…creatively constipated, is as best as I can describe it. Ideas and worlds in my head but they stay locked up without a key to free them. So I guess I wanted to pick someone’s brain, writer to writer, see if there’s anything I can try to get myself inspired again. I hope that’s not weird.

1. Do you daydream a lot before you write, or go for it as soon as the ideas strike?

For the most part, I force myself to daydream a lot before I sit down to start writing, because otherwise there's the very real chance I'll sit down and get 3k into it and realize, 'oh. there's not very much meat on this one at all. I don't want to finish it anymore.' There's something to be said for the concept of 'Writing For The Sake Of Writing', but a lot of the time getting a decent length into something and just, not having the ideas or drive to finish it.. it kind of sucks.

2. Where do you get your fic ideas?

All sorts of places, although I tend to draw a lot from real-life experiences and things I'm currently learning about/interested in (e.g. philosophy chapters of Pick A Side, chessboxing), as well as various types of mythologies and lore (Eucat, Melliferous).

3. Do you share your fic ideas, or do you keep them to yourself?

I'm the sort of person who hoards the fine details of my WIPs very close to my chest until I'm absolutely sure that I'm going to stick to writing the whole damn thing. I'm not great at sharing. But also I really enjoy sharing out of context little bits and pieces as I go, and constantly want to talk about the things I write - I'm a contradiction of a person.

34. How much of your personal life/experience do you include in your fics?

Well, when I was 17, I died, went to bee hell, and had to wait for the combined-yet-separate fractals of my personality to come bail me out I don't include an overwhelming amount, I don't think, but sometimes real life is the best source for an interesting story. It gives it a bit of spice and depth. For example, the thing in Syzygy with Thomas blaming his creaky apartment on an 'apartment ghost' and constantly talking to it because he's lonely is something that I do in fact do in real life.

43. Is there a trope or idea that you’d really like to write but haven’t yet?

Yeah, I want to do a thorough deconstruction of a soulmate AU. And/or the hanahaki trope, because neither of those are something that I'm entirely fond of. I'm not sure if this is the right fandom to do it in or not, but I have a feeling I'll end up writing it eventually.

50. How would you describe your writing style?

Absurdist realism and/or magical surrealism.

76. How do you deal with writing pressure, whether internal or external?

Internal pressure is a sign I need to take a break and do something else for a bit, or stop taking myself so seriously. External pressure is a sign that I either need to block a rude commenter, or gently remind people that I'm a human being and I do this for fun.

78. What motivates you during the writing process?

Knowing that at the end of it all, I'll have a finished product that a) I will be proud of in some respect b) that other people will enjoy and c) (hopefully) scream at me in fury about. Getting to that end point where I can actually hit the post button and see something that I made show up in the tags is just the best feeling in the world.

79. Do you have any writing advice you want to share?

Be joyful with it. Writing is a game you're playing with yourself, so play. I recognize that this isn't the most helpful and specific of advice, but I can't stress enough how much you should experiment with stylisms and point-of-view and unreliable narrators and all the rest of it! Pastiche someone else's style! Write in reverse chronological order! Give yourself restrictions and take away your pre-existing restrictions, and BREAK THE RULES.

80. How do you deal with writer’s block?

Writer's block (for me, at least) is my brain telling me that it doesn't want to work anymore. It's had enough. It doesn't want me to work! Which is the point where I close the document, and go do something else that my brain does want to do. Sometimes that's going for a walk or making myself a fancy drink or snack, sometimes it's lying in bed and watching Youtube for ages, and sometimes my brain is just screaming and sobbing and kicking and doesn't want to do anything at all, in which case I just have to gently sit with it and wait for it all to be over. Either way, I'll get back to writing when I get back to it - either whatever WIP I was working on at the time, or something new that I'll enjoy writing. Forcing myself to write when I'm not on an actual deadline or timecrunch never works out well for me, so I try to be very gentle about it.

And I hope you get past that brainblock eventually. I've been there too, and it's the worst place to be in. Hopefully you find that idea or project that makes your brain start singing again soon! I wish you luck, and hope this helps.

[meowzfordayz]

UR SO CUTE! seeing your little notif on my old fics always brings me such unrelenting joy, thank you for the love this week!! i seriously don't have a lick of free time recently, but your positivity is like a homing beacon taking me back to safety :,) i miss being on tumblr SO MUCH, but i've 1) got a few wips in the works and 2) i have PLENTY of your work to read to keep me coming back! I can't wait for some more free time so i can be on here more regularly, but until then i appreciate you, i miss you, and i'm gonna catch up with everything i missed soon! much love from me to you <33

(also srry, i'm hoarding your ask bc it makes me smile so much)

I ADORE YOU. 🌻 You're literally (not exaggerating) one of the first blogs I ever discovered/followed on Tumblr, so a lot of your writing—older and newer—has a special place in my heart. 🥺

Keep looking out for yourself; I shall always await your return(s), however fleeting or sporadic they may be! ☀️ Super proud of you and all you've done this past yr, and am happy as always to see you in my inbox. 💖

[missmungoe]

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🌻 What makes you want to give up on writing? what makes you keep going?

I imagine it's the same for a lot of creators, but the lack of interaction can be pretty disheartening. My long-suffering husband is regularly the lone audience of a one-woman show I like to call 'Local Fanfic Writer Gets Her Hopes Up About Comments (Again)'. (Will she ever learn? sings the Chorus, and answer in the next breath: She will not! And she'll be back next month to do it all over again!). I know I shouldn't conflate interaction with how many people liked an update, but it's also the only real metric I've got to go by, and despite my numerous attempts at making myself immune to external validation, I am, alas, not.

(Write for yourself! sings the Chorus, as The Writer takes a shotgun and chases them off the stage)

Don't get me wrong; I don't write for the comments, and I don't want anyone to feel pressured to comment. Lurkers are always welcome on my stories; I just hope you find something you like, and if you come back, even better. But I can't exaggerate how much it means to get a little confirmation that the thing you spent so much time and heart writing made a difference to someone, however small. With comments, I think a lot of writers just want to make a connection, to feel seen, and that the thing they made resonated with someone else. It's why we type out and share our stories instead of hoarding them in our heads. And it's that connection that keeps me going, because whenever I wonder if I should just quit, or if anyone would notice if I did, someone will come along, sometimes a beloved returning reader and other times a brand new person, and tell me that one of my stories made their week a little bit better, and I'll be opening my WIP folder, ready to do it again, because maybe my next update can make someone's week a little better, and that is why I do this.