#Issy writes

[albon-no]

saw that photo of taylor and literally dropped everything to draw her

[confessions-of-an-old-cassette]

writing several romances in one piece is actually really interesting because their dynamics are all so different yet so similar.

i am destined to become a god and you are no one. i love you more than anything and you push me away because you want me to be safe. everytime we manage to get close to each other we are torn apart. there's no way for us to be together but we still try. this is the best tragic love story i will ever write.

we can't be together and we can't be apart. i let you live and killed myself in turn. i will wait forever for you. i swore to never love anyone after you and i didn't. i rejected a god to wait for you. a red string of fate ties us together. we are star crossed lovers. this is the best tragic love story i will ever write.

you can't accept my sexuality and i'm ok with that. we will never go any further than friends because we're too scared to ruin what we have. we kiss and sleep together but you say we're not together and i accept that. the only way i can have you is while you're looking away from me. when you drink yourself to death I will mourn you so indescribably that I will be able to kill a god. i know that you know that i know. this is the best tragic love story i will ever write.

i'm in love with you the only way i know how to be. you pity me. i'm your enemy and you mine but all i can think about is loving you. i have you right where i want you but i still manage to lose you. you want to save me and i want to ruin you. my love is unrequited and impossible but i still yearn for you. in another life we could have been perfect. this is the best tragic love story i will ever write.

[wexhappyxfew]

shannon!!! hi!!!! i’d LOVE a director’s cut of your annie x brady one shot ‘home is an anchor’. that piece is sooooo intimate and emotional and their connection is so palpable. i’m a big annie x brady fan but i think that’s my fav of your writing on them so far. their connection!!! i could shout about it for days. so what stuck out to you about them as characters or their relationship in that one shot? did they say/do/think anything that surprised you? did it influence stuff you wrote for them after in a way you didn’t expect? i’d love to hear any and all thoughts!!! i’m just an annie x brady girlie at heart ❤️

HI ISSIE!!!!!!! thank you so much for the kindness towards that piece!!! 'home is an anchor' was by far one of my favorite pieces that i wrote because i remember i had a section of it written but didn't know where to go with it. and then all the sudden it HIT me where to actually go with it and then my fingers were practically flying over the keyboard to finish writing it. SO!!! thank you SO MUCH!!!! <3 'an annie x brady girlie at heart' - issie my friend it is an HONOR!!! so PLEASE LET ME INDULGE YOU!!! under the cut is my train of thought and dissection of this piece and all the fixings! please enjoy and thank you again seriously! annie x brady have been one of my favorites to write and one of my first to develop and so i'm glad their connection means a ton, so, please enjoy!!! :D

if anyone wishes to get another look into a specific prompt/one-shot, please feel free to send it in! <3

One of the main goals I wanted to pull across with this piece was a deeper look into Annie's background - a sort of explanation as to why 'Annie Bradshaw' is the way she is. Because there's so many factors that make up, at least to me, why someone becomes the person they are - namely, their background and upbringing. Annie's upbringing is one that forces her both to grow up fast and mature, along with lose her youth and childhood at the exact same time. She spent a majority of it caring for her younger siblings. Meanwhile, she was the oldest daughter with an older brother, Roy, who went off to work and make money, along with her father, who was trying to keep the Bradshaw family alive.

At the same time, her mother was drinking daily, not taking care of things at home, and leaving Annie to step up into the role. This is some things I didn't get into right here but: before the Depression hit, the Bradshaw's had a farm that worked fairly efficiently, the family was profitable and happy, but then once 1929 hit, things started really going downhill. Annie wasn't able to go to school much anymore because of the fact she had to care for the farm and her siblings, while her father and brother went to what jobs they could work at. So, at night, she'd usually stay up late, alongside Roy and he'd help her catch up in her studies, which led to her love for math and science. This is incredibly fundamental for her because it led to where she is now. But having this background really cemented her reasons WHY she is here.

Annie mentions that she gets a letter from her father, detailing that her mother's health is failing (because of the drinking/smoking/etc), and how Annie still holds onto guilt because she left her family to do what she could for herself. And THIS is where John Brady comes in as a main player for this storyline - and why he is so important to any in so many different aspects. Because for once, someone is stepping in and caring for her (not like she didn't have her little siblings, her father and Roy), but there's that bare spot where her mother's love should've been. And in a way, Brady fills that for her.

I think it is also an attribute to Annie's strength as both a woman and a pilot for the USAAF. She clearly has been through a lot that has made her stronger because of it and it comes off evidently as she leads as pilot for Silver Bullets. But it also allows her to know that it's okay to have a bit of a breakdown sometimes, to feel those hurt emotions that she's experiencing. It gives her a nice well-rounded balance, and a fun character to write!

SO -- for me, these are the things that mainly stuck out (1) about their characters. You have Annie who is evidently going through a rollercoaster of emotions from her past, this torment of guilt and coming into this era of doing things for herself and Brady, who is stepping in to be her sort of 'safe haven' - an anchor. Hence, why I've tilted it 'Home is an Anchor' because her home is slowly no longer back in Mankato, Minnesota - it's here in Thorpe Abbotts. It's John Brady. I feel this also applies to their relationship - as someone who is a fan of slowburns, I am stretching this out as far as I can, so by this point, I'd say we are near episodes 3/4. Meaning, Annie and Brady have known each other for some time, and are slowly developing these feelings and these emotions towards each other that they're having trouble forgetting. I would highly consider this the 'turning' point in their connection, too, in their time of knowing one another. Sharing an intimate moment that heavily emphasizes their importance towards one another in a somewhat subtle way, too.

(2) I'll be honest, writing Annie and Brady is ALWAYS a surprise for me (enter: Brady and Annie in his A2 jacket...like THAT was a surprise!). But genuinely, writing them is always me just typing away and then this idea/line hits me and I just have to do something with it. SO -- for this, Brady telling Annie that - now that they're up-close in this intimate hold they have on each other - he is now noticing her freckles and that they're cute, was by far the moment in the one shot that made me SCREAMMMM. I really wanted to take into account the fact that they're up-close to really try to bring forward this idea that, they've crossed this threshold and will recognize new things about the other - and one of those things is her freckles. A first step in a new direction!

(3) And with THAT, I would absolutely say it was influential, because then I started writing Annie and Brady in a more intimate way after that specific moment. Because we do have Annie sort of coming to the realization about her feelings - where she mentions the only thing on her mind and then trails off (that thing is in fact a Mr. John Brady, but she won't admit that). And I sort of play into that idea a bit with the entrance of Francis Montez, the co-pilot, into the scene, where she teases Annie a bit for it all (in good-fun of course). But it leaves Annie thinking. And so with that in following one-shots, I really played into that idea of 'everyone knows but them' sort of situation, which is a TREAT i must say haha!

This specific one-shot just really allowed me to explore multiple areas of Annie and Brady that was enjoyable - Annie's background, the importance of Brady to Annie and vice versa, what it means to go pass this 'friendship' (I say friendship in a very light ton lmfao) and into something else. To show that these two people both are important to one another and that they think equally very highly of one another as well - a sense of mutual respect that goes both ways.

And also, as I mentioned, I got to play around with Francis Montez's character as well. She is a pivotal person in the Silver Bullets crew, not only as the co-pilot, but as someone who watched their previous command pilot pass on, that being Captain Faulkner. Francis I will be exploring in an upcoming prompt or two (and another writing piece I have an idea for because co-pilots and their dynamic with the pilot fascinate me so....) and I'll be excited to build her character more!!!

This equally is one of my favorite pieces for these two, and I'm so glad you enjoyed it as well :) Annie x Brady will always mean the world to me, and to write them is a joy. So thank YOU Issie for indulging me!!! <333333 I appreciate it so so much and thank you again for the love and support!! :D

[aldieb]

posts about mutual-in-laws: i hate this bitch why do they have me blocked

my mutual-in-laws: going on a fun trip with me & helping us save our building’s feral basement kittens

[cryo-lily]

Sometimes a family is (temporarily) a failing Jedi and her 3 Vulptillas.

(Blue is named Speki, Infernal is named Svanna, and Opal is named Svelka)

Issie originally found them on Nar Shaddaa captured and attempted to be sold by some group of poachers on the black market. During her original mission there she stumbled upon the operation and ended up freeing them. The 3 litter mates ended up forming a strong bond with their rescuer and refused to leave her side.

Eventually Issie tamed them enough to be able to ride them and even train them to attack on her command. The 3 vulptillas for the longest time only listened to Isdaola and were very ill-tempered toward anyone but her.

Well at least until Isadola met Lana, then much to Issie's surprised they were actually pretty tame toward the sith when Issie introduced Lana to them on Rishi. Speki took a particular shine to Lana in particular of the 3.

During the 5 years Issie was frozen in carbonite, Issie's prized beast companions were once again captured and trying to be sold off again by folks claiming to have the Barsen'thor's killer vulptillas. Before her venture into wild space in search for Isadola, Lana got wind of the information, and remembering how fond Issie showed she was toward the creatures, went to rescue them.

In rescuing them, Lana also managed to gain the trust of the dangerous creatures. And in a quiet moment alone after freeing the 3, Lana managed to let her guard down briefly to share a moment with the vulptillas sensing they also missed Isadola just as much as she did. Lana promising to bring Issie back to them (not only for herself though she wasn't ready to admit it at the time) before her trip into Wild Space to begin her search in earnest.

[issyisara]

My little wishes

I’ve been comforting others with words and actions I wish I could receive one day.

And these are my wishes

I wish to be recognized on how hard it is to get through all of it.

I wish to be seen by how gentle I remain after all the pieces had fallen apart.

I wish to be heard when I am screaming my pain.

I wish to be understood by someone who’s been through their inner world yet never turn their heart ugly.

I wish to be celebrated on my victory and failure.

I wish to be cherished that I haven’t given up.

I wish to be loved unconditionally

I hope one day all of my wishes will be granted.

[balladetto]

showing affection / accepting / @legendarylullaby

COOK, reversed, receiver cooks for sender.

     He can already tell, with the amused acceptance of someone who doesn't actually mind, that the smell of roasted chestnuts will be sticking to his fingers for the rest of the night.

     Each one comes freshly air-cooled from the brazier, hot with just the right amount of give beneath Link's fingertips. He peels the shells and skins off with practiced little pinches and twists of his wrists, pleased to see his hands still remember how to. It's been an honest while since he's thought to have these. Hazelnuts are less of a hassle to cook through, and sometimes nuts are perfectly fine on their own; but there's a special satisfaction in the effort it takes to crack a chestnut open — particularly on a night like this.

     Particularly for a person like Zelda.

     The bowl between them slowly fills with the fruits of his work, fragrant and gently steaming. They'd gone through more signs earlier today, another lesson on communication, and it'd reached a point where he — for their entire afternoon — hadn't stumbled over a word or stuttered in a motion. This is part of the thank you he felt he couldn't fully express, even as he'd said it over and over: hand curving from chin to chest and voice soft against hers.

     In the present, Link smiles down at nothing. "Sorry," he says, tones light and fond. "S'not...swee-ts." He doesn't know how to make those yet. He'll learn, though! He'll learn that someday, too. "But still...good?"

[yourbelovedissy]

I just finished the first my first short story in a long time And now I submitted it to a magazine with some hope that they'll accept it Bc if they do, they'll pay me upon acceptance

I'm fuckin NERVOS I haven't submitted any of my writing for publication before

AAAA

[eyeseechan]

mother keeps trying to set me up with her coworkers' son what she doesn't know is that i am already in love with the faceless woman i dreamt about on sunday, november 19,

[bright-and-burning]

✎ how do you think readers would guess a fic was yours if you posted anonymously?

oooooo... honestly i think like. an Extreme level of dedication to POV. if it's really really really sensation-oriented, possibly at the cost of anything and everything else, and also like, if they don't know it you don't know it type stuff, then. me, maybe? i also think there's a kind of rhythm to sentence structure that i fall back on consistently but i can't pinpoint specifics and i also dunno if that's only apparent bc i sit there trying to fix said sentence structure for hours on end

fic asks

[albon-no]

GALEX GRAMMYS!!!

my og plan was for this to be done by the grammys but. simply who knows

“Hiya, Oscar, Little Lands,” she says, laugh still evident in her voice. Oscar does some haphazard hand motion that George thinks is supposed to be a wave, and Lando beams, flipping her off from where her arm is wrapped around the back of Oscar’s chair. 

“Hiya, Georgie,” she says, softer, rocking back down onto her heels but leaving her hands on George’s shoulders. George tilts her head backwards, remark ready on her tongue, and freezes.

Alex is wearing a suit, dark green and stunning. George has seen her in a suit a million times before, and it always knocks George a bit sideways, but she’s paired this one with a cream shirt unbuttoned down to her navel, and George has a front row view to the tantalizing strip of skin she’s left on view. 

She can see out of the corner of her eye that Lando and Oscar are definitely laughing at her, and Alex has a glint in her eye like she’d been waiting for this reaction all day. George smiles sheepishly, feeling the heat rush to her face.

ask me about my WIPs

[confessions-of-an-old-cassette]

average novel trio in which two characters are insanely magical and powerful and the third is just Some Guy

[lesbians-all-the-way-down]

Why are last names hard? Why can't she just magically have a last name!!!

[aldieb]

happy friday my mom just texted me asking if i knew what steampunk meant because she encountered it in a dating app profile

[p1astr81]

second dad zone is so cute omg, i love it. can you write the reader's reaction when oscar tells her what isla said? and isla calls him dad again in front of her. thanks queen <3

OOOOOH OSCAR PIASTRI POLEEEEEE

I started tearing up writing this idk why

It was nearing six in the afternoon when you finally got home. You felt bad. You told Oscar it would just be a few hours. It was never meant to take that long.

You walked in the door to see Oscar with his phone in his hand, standing facing the empty hallway. He smiled when he saw you, greeting you with a small, “hey baby,” and a peck to your cheek. You immediately started apologizing for the tardiness, for not following up, for taking up his weekend off.

He quickly dismissed your apologies. “It’s alright. I had fun with her today.” He smiled. “And I think she called me dad?”

You furrowed your brows. “Think?”

“Yeah, she said ‘you’re such a good dad,’ while we were watching tv.” his eyes shined with optimism.

But yours flickered with hesitation. “Aw.” You cooed, but he could tell something was off.

“What is it?” He questioned, taking a glance down the hallway.

You bit your cheek. “Life is unpredictable.” You said after a moments silence. “I don’t want her to get attached and then I have to take another father figure away from her.” You shook your head. “Not that I’m anticipating for us to break up, because believe me that’s the last thing I want, but you know.” You paused. “Anything can happen.”

He understood. He always did. And he always knew how to ease your worries. “Then I guess I’ll just have to marry you to make it harder for us to break up.” He chuckled, forgetting everything else as he leaned over to kiss you.

A screech pulled you apart. “Mumma!” Isla cheered, sprinting down the hall in one of her princess dresses. She clung onto your leg, and you hoisted her into your arms.

“Lando told me you guys weren’t just friends! I knew he was right!” She declared, eyes darting between the two of you as if daring you to deny her claims.

Oscar chuckled, speaking before you got the chance. “You caught us, Issy bug.”

“What are you all dressed up for, love?” You changed the topic.

“Oscar and I played dress up!”

“It was more of a fashion show.” He shrugged.

The next time he dropped by was over a week later.

You were with isla in the playroom, playing with Barbie’s when he called out. She jumped up, little legs rushing behind you as you made your way to the entryway to greet him.

Just before you reached him, isla pushed you out of the way. She tried her best to wrap her arms around his legs. He picked her up while giggles spilled from her lips. “How have my girls been?” He asked, kissing Isla’s head and then your cheek.

“I’ve-“

“Daddy can we go to the park?!” Isla interrupted, big eyes full of hope looking up at him.

Your lips curved in a pout, tears welling in your eyes.

Isla noticed because of course she did. She frowned. “Mummy what’s wrong?”

You shook your head quickly. “Nothing, baby. I think the park sounds nice.” You smiled and chuckled. Isla giggled hearing that, clapping her hands together.

In the car, you occupied her with some toys.

“She called you daddy.” You recalled in hushed tones like you couldn’t believe it.

He glanced at you, a small smile warming his lips. “Is that alright?”

You nodded. “If it’s alright with you.”

In response, he took your hand in his and kissed the back of your hand.

“Lando said you’re going to get married. What does that mean?”

Oscar had to keep his laughter to himself. “It means you and mummy get to dress like real princesses.” He told her, looking at her in the rear view mirror. He watched as her eyes lit up.

“Are you getting married soon?” She gasped.

Your face burned, and you hid behind your hand. “I think so, honey.” Oscar replied, squeezing your hand.

The back seat erupted in screeching cheers.

“We’ve gotta keep him away from her before he tells her something really bad.”

You had your worries going into this, especially when Oscar first told you isla called him ‘dad’. But as you watched him play hide and seek with her on the playground, you knew everything would be just fine.

[issyisara]

I’m so scared again. I’m feeling sad. This time is just a tiny bit more comfortable than it used to be tho. I’m learning sadness. It makes me tear up. It makes me wanna hug someone. It makes me wanna have someone by my side. This feeling convinces me that people I love don’t love me. That’s the scariest part, when you are drowning in sadness, you won’t be able to breathe in all the love people in your life try to show you.

March 21st 2024