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Show me where it hurts (part 1)

Miguel O'Hara x spiderwoman!reader

(AO3 Mirror), Part 2, Main Masterlist

summary: Miguel's acting weird, and you make it your mission to find out exactly what's going on.

warnings: no warnings for this chap, pg-13, swearing and canon level violence. smut next chapter xoxo

a/n: this is a combination of 2 asks and this post I saw on here a while ago: flirty/ snarky fem reader, Miguel during a ""rut"" (I don't know if it counts as a rut really, but its to do with his animal instincts/DNA) and Lyla playing matchmaker. I had so much fun writing this, enjoy :D

(i wrote this pre seeing spiderverse 2, so i think characterisation is a little off, esp for Lyla, apologies! I'll fix it in my upcoming fics)

edit: I use the term "bichita" which I have been informed can be read not as I intended in Spanish. I'm not a native speaker so I want to apologise in advance. I'm doing more research for my future fics and leaving this up as a testament to my stupidity. Spanish speakers, feel free to correct me / clown my ass in the comments. My bad guys :(

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You think Miguel is avoiding you.

One of your closest friends, giving you the runaround for months, it seems. Calling the two of you close friends is a little extreme, sure. You've only known O'Hara for two years, and been in love with him for slightly less than that, thank you very much. And yes, he refuses to call you by anything but your last name. And the last time you saw him he wouldn't so much as look at you, but that was besides the point.

"..the point," You tell Lyla, in between exasperated bites of cereal, "... is that aren't elite forces of spiderpeople supposed to, you know, have some spiderpeople kick ass once in a while? And where exactly is our fearless leader? I haven't seen O'Hara's scary ass in weeks, and I'm starting to miss it."

She gives you a look, one that says this isn't what I'm programmed for , but you pointedly ignore it.

"His ass, by the way." You clarify. "I very specifically miss his ass. Remind me to get his routine. I know girls that would kill for…"

"How the fuck did you get in here?" A voice croaks. You turn behind you and see Miguel, not in his suit, but wrapped up in a blanket like he's just woken up. And he looks rough, like a train ran him over on the way here: puffy eyes, splotchy skin, tension kneaded into his brow.

"Wow." Your spoon drops into the milk. "You look like shit.."

He furrows his brow even deeper, if that was possible. " Mierda. You shouldn't be here."

"This isn't quite the welcome party I was expecting, man. I'm the only one to actually turn up to one of your meetings, and this is what I get?"

"I thought I told Lyla to cancel," He mutters, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Cancel? Since when do you miss a chance to talk about rules and protocol?"

"I don't have time for this-"

"-and I'm not leaving without a proper explanation. Is everything okay?"

"It's actually way worse now you're here." He deadpans.

"Haha ." You turn to Lyla. "You drop everything to travel halfway across the multiverse and this asshole won't even say thanks."

"Thanks, but this asshole needs you to leave. Now."

This is the most he's spoken to you in forever, and you hate that you like it. You just want his attention, however it comes. If that means dragging this out so maybe he acknowledges you, touches you, looks at you - then so be it. Squinting, you get closer to him. You scan his face for anything to latch onto. You put a hand on his shoulder, still searching.

"You sure you're alright? You know you can tell me if-"

"Si, si." He grits his teeth, looking away. "M'just fine. I'll explain…. later."

"...because I'm your right hand man?" You grin, poking at his brow. "Stop frowning so much Miguel, you're gonna ruin that pretty face of yours."

He flushes, nervous, and swats you away. "-what? N-No. You're not my right hand man and I like my face just the way it is. Now, leave. "

Making your way to the door, you tap your nose teasingly. "You know where to find me!"

When the door closes with a click, you make your way down the corridor, and stop in your tracks when you hear it. It's muffled, but with the strain of your supersenses you can make out Miguel's voice just beyond the wall.

"I just…. don't want her to see me like this… Lyla, it's not happening… I can't tell her…." Tell her what, exactly?

Resolutely, you make up your mind. Miguel O'Hara's got a secret. And before you leave for home, you're gonna do everything in your God given power to wear him down and find out.

~~~

Despite his insistence otherwise, you liked to think of yourself as O'Hara's right hand man - and most of the other spiderpeople thought so too. You were one of the very first he recruited, after crash landing onto your earth like a spiderman-shaped meteor; the two of you were inseparable. Miguel was stubborn and headstrong and thought he was right all the time. Infuriatingly, he was, but that didn't stop you from telling him to get his head out of his own ass when his ego grew too big.

He was different around you, you think. Softer, sometimes. Harsher, other times. He told you what you needed to hear whether you wanted to or not; the result of mutual respect and agonising persistence. Slowly, you had chipped away his hard exterior; the one he built because he thought he needed to push people away. In that regard, you were similar, but this need manifested in you like a weed - an awful, awful compulsion to joke and laugh at your own expense, to keep others at an arm's length. You had spent your whole life picking and pruning away at yourself, looking for perfection. Even after all this, multiverse-hopping and fighting alongside people who were the closest things you had to friends , it wasn't enough. There was still something missing.

Ironically, Miguel had told you something similar the one of the last times you had spoken. You had fucked up a mission, well and truly. In the aftermath, all you can remember is coming back to base, limping on Jessica's arm.

"She's hurt!" She cries out. Lyla materialises and leads you both to the med bay, inspecting any visible wounds. There's a deep laceration, sticky with blood, at the base of your stomach. You shift onto the bed and hiss with pain.

Miguel is quick to follow, face twisted with confusion, pain, sadness. Even in your haze, you feel the tension radiating off of him as he drags over a cart of supplies.

"What happened?" He strains.

"I don't even… it happened so fast. We got ambushed, and all of a sudden I'm on the ground. I wasn't thinking straight and… " She sobs. "...she jumped in front of me. God, she saved my life-"

"-wasn't your fault, Jess." You croak, trying to sit up. "And I'm fine. Just need to walk it off…"

"Sit, bichita," His nickname makes you frown, despite yourself, and you settle back down. "Lyla, what's the damage?"

Your vision goes spotty, and Lyla's voice barely registers. All you can feel is searing pain in your side, but Miguel is warm, oh so warm. You clutch his arms, and force him to look you in the eye.

"M'ready, Miguel." He nods weakly, but you don't think he understands. "I mean it . I can lead, j-just need another chance and I won't let you down… Jess, tell him that I can-"

"It's okay. I believe you. You just need to relax for me, hmm?" He clutches at your hand, tight, and it's like you're the only two people in the world. "You did good. I promise."

Faintly, you nod. You feel a pinch at your arm, and Jessica's there, with an empty vial of something in her hands. The pain washes over you, and you fight to keep your eyes open. In those last few moments of light, you swear you feel a shaky kiss pressed to your temple.

"Sleep, mi bichito amoroso. Sleep."

When you come to, you're still in the medbay, moonlight streaming through. Well, artificial moonlight. Time worked a little differently here, something Miguel explained to you a while ago - God knows what about dilation and quantum interference. It makes you smile now, remembering his frustration as he tried to explain to no avail. You were the only spiderman this side of the multiverse without a degree in quantum tech, you had said with a lopsided smile.

You move to sit, and pain shoots up your side. Groaning, you push through it, determined to get out of this bed and find the others. As if on cue, Miguel walks in, almost leaping towards you.

"You should… mierda ! You should be resting in bed."

You pout as you stumble into his chest. He hooks an arm around you and leads you back. You clamber in, sighing. "M'fine, O'Hara."

"Your guts were halfway out of your body less than 24 hours ago. So stay put, or you might give me another heart attack."

You scoff, incredulous. "You were worried?"

He shrugs. " 'Course I was."

"Why? You know I'm practically indestructible." You give him a shit eating grin, and poke the frown appearing at his brow. He doesn't bat you away like he usually does.

"Famous last words, bichita." He sighs. You can't speak a lick of Spanish, but you know he only calls you that word when you've frustrated him to his limit. So you take it as a win, for now.

He drops into the chair next to you. "How are you feeling?"

"Just peachy, dollface." You wink, and he doesn't so much as groan.

"I'm being serious. You went through something pretty traumatic…"

"You want me to tell you it hurts, so, so bad, daddy? " You pout and flutter your eyelashes mockingly. Miguel shifts in his seat, unable to make eye contact.

"That's not what I meant."

"What did you mean, O'Hara? I feel fine. And in a couple of days, I'll feel even better, and I'll be up and about. I can finish what we started and-"

"-no, absolutely not." He frowns. "A couple of days? I'm sending you home-"

"You can't do that! On whose fucking authority?"

"On the authority of you almost fucking died ! Keeping you safe is our priority right now-"

"God, is this my punishment? This is a low blow, O'Hara. You know how hard I've worked for this: months of surveillance and intel a-and I did everything by the book, just like you told me to." You croak. "I fucked up . I know that, and I feel terrible. Give me a chance to make things right; that's all I'm asking. I can do it, I know it. "

He looks at you for a moment, something heavy in his expression. His face contorted, he strips you down to the bone with just his gaze. His voice is so quiet, you almost miss it.

"....you're still trying to prove yourself, aren't you?"

Honestly, it catches you off guard. You don't even know what the fuck that means, let alone why he said it.

"I don't… I d-don't…?"

"They all love you. Respect you. More than me I think, sometimes." He chuckles at that. "You're good at what you do. The best . What else are you trying to prove? What else do you need ?"

Your throat goes dry. You couldn't speak if you wanted to.

"I'm not punishing you. You made a mistake, but you don't need to be crucified for it. I just want to keep you safe. I can't… we can't lose you."

"Miguel-"

"-this isn't a discussion. And I'm not trying to argue, although I know how much you like to argue." He inches closer, cupping your face gently. You try to move away, blinking back tears. But his hands are steady and he strokes your jaw with so much tenderness you think you hear your heart break. He's pretty, so pretty. You don't deserve him, you think. "There'll be time to fight, bichita. Rest. That's your mission right now."

"C-can't sleep." You breathe. "It hurts."

Miguel pauses, head tilted like he's thinking. He taps your shoulder. "Scoot over."

You do as he says, and he slips into the bed with you. It's a tight fit, but he manages, placing you on his chest with an arm gently around your shoulders. You bury your face in his hoodie, sniffling and hoping he doesn't notice you choking back sobs. Absentmindedly, he settles into a rhythm, gentle breathing and playing with your hair, soothing you softly. He pretends he can't hear the tears.

"M'gonna stay here until you're asleep. For as long as you need."

You nod, unable to speak for fear of breaking down.

~~~

The days after felt like a blur. You woke up to Miguel gone, and an ache in your heart. Jess visits as much as she can, and Ben calls you a couple times, to see if you're okay. Peter B brings Mayday, and she clambers all over your bed, bringing some life into the room. Miguel doesn't visit per se - you hear whispers of him, Lyla visiting in his stead for comprehensive status updates. Once, you wake up in the night to see him on the adjacent chair, head lolling in deep sleep. He looks peaceful, calm - one of the first times you haven't seen his brow furrowed with worry. Of course, he's gone by the morning.

The very last time you saw him, he opened the portal home. It was weird, after everything, but if Miguel felt the same you wouldn't know. Talking at a thousand miles a minute, he alternates between assuring you they'll be fine without you and situation reports from spider people all across the multiverse. Things you'd missed whilst bedbound, asking for advice before you left. He trusted your judgement and the thought warmed your heart, almost making you forget that he completely brushed past the previous nights before.

You still remember the last thing he had said to you, which would've been weeks ago, now.

"...and if you need anything, and I mean anything, you call me directly. Not Jess, not Ben, and certainly not Peter B. Call me, and I'll answer, I promise. You need help, you need advice, you just need someone to talk to, then-"

"-I call you. I get it, O'Hara. Will do." He opens the portal, watching as you walk towards it. He can't take his eyes off of you, even though you can't see him. At the last moment you turn, and run towards him. You almost knock him over with a hug. Burying his head in the crook of your shoulder, he hugs you back, ever careful of your injury. Separating, your smile almost knocks him over again. Weakly, he smiles back as you head through the portal, back home.

You're left with that feeling, of his arms around your body - warm, so warm - as you putter about by the switchboard. After careful deliberation (you were really, really bored ) you'd taken to manage the Multi Modal Multiversal Switchboard - as aptly named by Miguel. Everyone else called it the Big Red Phone of course, but he had insisted on calling it by its proper name . Every. Time.

The thought makes you chuckle as you call up Peter B. His icon flashes on the screen in front of you. With a click, he picks up the call, his face materialising holographically in front you. A little hand reaches up and tugs at his ear.

"Ow… ouch … Dad's on the phone, honey."

"Aww! How's my favourite Parker doing?"

"Not bad, actually! MJ just made us probably the best burger this side of New York-"

"-sorry, Peter? Me and May are trying to have a conversation." You hear her giggle in the background. Her gap toothed grin pops into frame and she babbles excitedly. "...yeah, exactly May. That's literally what I said."

"Okay, okay, that's enough." He puts the toddler down and watches her scurry away. "You're feeling better, I see."

"Yeah, back in action. Thought I'd check in."

"All good here." He squints, trying to take in your surroundings. "You're at HQ?"

You hum.

"Could've sworn Lyla cancelled…"

"Yeah, didn't get the memo. But I think something's wrong with O'Hara."

He gives you a weird look. "Uhhh, what makes you think that?"

"He won't even look at me. Was it something I said? Something I did?" Your eyes narrow. "...what do you know, Peter?"

"Nothing! Absolutely nothing!" He scoffs, a little too quickly, clutching his chest like you've offended him. He's stared down some of the scariest villains around, but the look you give him is truly chilling. "Just… uhhh. You didn't hear this from me."

"Naturally…"

"We tracked 'em down, the guys that ambushed you and Jessica."

"The Sinister Six? From Earth-215?"

"Yeah, but by the time we got there, it was just Kraven and some of his goons. Miguel got there first, and…." He gulps. "He was pissed. Trashed the whole place looking for the rest of 'em. Beat Kraven half to death and we had to pull him off."

"Shit."

"Yeah, it was pretty rough. Never seen him like that before. And just generally? He'd been weirdly quiet, a little grumpy, more aggressive on missions. I don't know what's gotten into him."

"Hmmm. Thanks, Pete."

"No problem, sweetheart. And if the big guy asks… "

"...this didn't come from you, I know." Weakly, you smile. "Say hi to my favourite Parkers, for me."

" 'Course I will. We should celebrate, if you're back officially. Mine and MJ's is always open."

"Good to know. I'll see you around."

He waves goodbye, and the hologram clicks off. Sighing, you try to piece together what you've just heard.

Miguel: acting weird. Well, you knew that already. Aggressive was new. And Lyla? She had canceled, but not for you, for some reason. An honest mistake, perhaps. But Lyla doesn't make mistakes…

You stew for a couple of hours, puttering about the switchboard, twiddling your thumbs. Something's wrong, and for some reason you're afraid to see him. To have him look straight through you, again, when you ask to do the same. Show me where it hurts. Tell me how to make it better.

On the way there, you chew your lip in anticipation. In the corridor, you're outside the door to his place, hand hovering above the door. To knock, to call. In the harsh fluorescent light, you hesitate.

"Lyla?" Nervously, you sink down onto the floor. It's hard to explain, but you don't expect her to actually come; to materialise in front of you.

"How can I assist you?" She says with a ding.

"Uhh… hi. Just wanted to talk." You pause, clicking your tongue. "Can you be honest with me?"

"I can only be honest with you. It is not in my programming to lie, unless specified by my owner."

"Sure. Cool. It's about him, actually. Is Miguel okay?"

She tilts her head, as if processing your request. "Okay is a subjective term. Is Mr O'Hara alive? Yes. Is Mr O'Hara physically well? Yes. By those terms, he is okay ."

Too vague for your own liking. "I guess I meant more… his emotional state. To the best of your knowledge… in your opinion , Lyla: is Miguel okay?"

"...I believe Mr O'Hara is experiencing some emotional turmoil."

You frown. "Oh. Do you know why?"

"Mr O'Hara has instructed me not to disclose that information with you."

"Fair enough. But you don't have to tell me… I could just ask questions?"

She nods. "There is nothing in my programming that prevents me from answering some questions within certain parameters."

"Did I do something? Not just today but… last time I was here. Did I say something to hurt or upset him? Is that why he's acting weird?"

"No." She says blankly. "And yes. I suppose it is… complicated." She gestures around that word.

"I'm a little confused, Lyla."

She sits next to you, on the cool tile. Not that she could feel it, but it feels more intimate - like two friends talking. The extent of Lyla's consciousness, you weren't sure of. Was she alive? To you, she might as well be. Could she think, feel, emote? Maybe, maybe not. You weren't smart enough to understand the nuances of her programming. But you were human enough to see it in her - something glittering beyond the surface.

It could be projection, but you swear her voice is softer. "He has a name for you. When he speaks about you, and to you. I have it logged in my memory database. Do you know what that is?" You shake your head.

Lyla opens up her palm and projects videos and images - little Miguel's popping up in her palm, tinny and gruff voices ringing through the hallway. They say your name, shout your name, whisper it. Some say other things in Spanish. Curse words had always been your assumption, and he had given you no reason to think otherwise. Now, having it played back to you, you hear a tenderness in his voice you would've missed. Words and phrases that come up again and again…

"Bichita." She repeats. "Bichito del amor. Mi bichito amoroso. "

You shake your head, still confounded. "...I don't speak Spanish, Lyla."

"Little bug. Sweetheart. Lovebug. My little lovebug." She clears her throat. "I believe they are terms of endearment."

Steadfast, she directs you towards her palm. Another small Miguel appears, and you think it's him from this morning.

"I thought I told you not to let anyone in, Lyla?"

"I did not let her in. She let herself in using the code you previously gave her, Mr O'Hara."

"Yeah, for emergencies. Fuck. Mi bichita, too smart for her own good."

"...If you are in distress, I believe she would understand, Mr O'Hara."

"I just think it's too much. I don't want her to see me like this."

"According to Alchemax files, previous subjects showing this kind of aggression benefitted from-"

"Lyla, it's not happening, no chance. I can't tell her."

The figure blinks out of her palm. "Mr O'Hara has forbid me from telling you about certain things."

"...but not from showing me." Your eyes meet hers. You give her a watery smile. "Thank you."

With a hint of a smile, she nods and is gone from the corridor. You are left alone, with nothing but your thoughts of little lovebugs rattling around in your brain.

#miguel o hara x reader #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara #spiderman 2099 #spiderman 2099 x reader #across the spiderverse #kat_writes😼#this gif is fucking crazy btw

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wooahaes · 6 months

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sweet like caramel

pairing: non-idol!hoshi x gn!reader [reader has a uterus]

genre: comfort fic. fluffy.

word count: 0.8k~

warnings: READER HAS A UTERUS BUT IS NOT REFERRED TO W GENDERED TERMS. menstruation tw because this is period comfort. references to bad cramps and pain medicine not helping much, etc. food mentions (sweets + vague Chinese takeout reference). bonus mention cheol being a dependable friend for soonyoung.

daisy’s notes: i die

Soonyoung prided himself on being a good boyfriend. He was there for you when you needed emotional comfort, he had a running list on his phone of all your favorite things (just to back him up when his memory failed him), and he knew the quickest way to get a smile from you when you needed cheering up. Except that last one was... a little harder when you were, as you put it, fucking dying again. He'd stood in the pharmacy for you, waiting for the lady behind the counter to put your birth control in its bag, and he'd silently placed one of your favorite chocolate bars on the counter.

Followed by another. And a bag of sour candy. And a bag of those caramels you love. And... And he was going to get carried away, wasn't he?

"Your partner is lucky, hm?" The lady behind the counter hid a smile as she stapled the bag shut with the receipt and prescription information stuck to it as well.

He always said that he was the lucky one. If all he needed to do during your period was comfort you and take care of you, then he'd do it in a heartbeat. He loved you, after all. That was why he'd already mapped out his path home. He'd tuck the haul (yes, haul, because Soonyoung ended up with several things of your favorite candy... and maybe one for himself, too, since he was there) into his bag, and made his way to the grocery store--just to pick up a few necessities. Then it was a quick trip by the Chinese takeout place that you'd cutely requested, and then home...

To where he found you sobbing on the bathroom floor. He was quick to set things down in the kitchen before returning to you, already kneeling down next to you. "What's wrong? Did you fall? Did something happen? Are you feeling sick again? Are--"

You shook your head, leaning into him as you continued to sob. The sound was muffled by your face being buried into his chest, and all he could do was hold you, rubbing your back gently.

"Did the medicine not work?" He asked softly. You shook your head, and he just held you closer.

Okay. This was something he could fix, right? He'd pulled his phone out of his back pocket, still rubbing your back with one hand as he started searching. When medicine wasn't working, then maybe heat? The heating pad was in a drawer in the bedroom because he'd used it last after overexerting himself during a workout. You'd babied him a bit then, pressing extra kisses onto his face as you massaged the tense muscle. He paused for a moment, trying to remember if you had ginger tea in the cabinets.

He gently pushed you back. "I'll go plug in the heating pad," he promised, "and then we can cuddle in bed. Okay?"

You said nothing but curled back in on yourself, wiping at your face. Fuck, leaving you like this was the last thing he wanted to do--but he had to, didn't he? The sooner he helped you deal with the pain, the sooner you'd be a bit happier. He checked the cabinets on the way to the bedroom (no ginger tea, but that was what Seungcheol was for--all it took was a single call for him to agree to swing by a store for him and drop it off), finding the pad with ease and plugging it in. All that was left was bringing you to bed, his hand tightly around your own as he guided you there.

You'd pulled him close to you once the heating pad was in the right spot, and he didn't mind feeling the warmth from it as the two of you ended up with it sandwiched between you. All he could do was press tiny kisses against your face, one hand rubbing your back still.

"I'm sorry." Your voice was strained from sobbing, and you hid your face in his neck to muffle it even further. "I'm a mess."

"You're hurting," he said, gentle as ever. Your periods always seemed to bring out the emotional side of you, especially when they were this bad. "Just tell me what you need."

Although you said nothing, Soonyoung pulled away from you just long enough to reach for his bag--thrown haphazardly onto the end of the bed so he could snack with you here. He'd get your takeout soon enough once the pain eased off (you told him once before that it could make you nauseous and he'd never forgotten it), but... He could open the bag of caramels, pressing an unwrapped one against your lips. Your eyes flitted up to meet his, and he saw the tiny smile you had before accepting the sweet.

It was sweeter when he tasted it on your lips later, short and gentle, as you murmured your thanks and a tender "I love you."

#wooahaes.fic #seventeen imagine #seventeen x reader #seventeen x you #svt x reader #svt imagine #svt x you #kwon soonyoung x reader #kwon soonyoung x you #hoshi x reader #hoshi x you #no taglist im in too much pain rn when will my medicine kick in at least a LITTLE BIT!!!

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allastoredeer · 7 months

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~Lucifer blanches. He looks around, as if trying to find a sense of Alastor’s words somewhere in the trash-heap he calls a room, before rounding back to him, lips pulling up in disgust. “Are you asking me out?”

“Ahaha!” Alastor laughs, slapping him so hard on the back it nearly takes Lucifer off his feet. “Oh, Heavens no. I’m just proposing we let Hell continue thinking that you and I are,” he waves his hand, searching for the word, “in cahoots. In that way.”~

This is golden comedy right here. Honestly every time I read ur fic I always start wheezing so hard I can’t breathe, u are an amazing writer, hope u know that. When I saw ur last update on the ‘damage control’ chapter i was so excited i devoured it so fast help

Alastor saying he wants to be in ‘cahoots’ with Lucifer it’s so funny to me cause no one use that term anymore, and Lucifer is just downright dumbfounded that they are even having the conversation. I can imagine the shadow rolling his eyes at them, we need more sassy shadow moments, he is so underrated. 😭😭

I love that Lucifer is trying to respect Al boundaries, especially after the ‘incident’ , and doesn’t pry to much on his scars, but now I am curious about what did Al meant. Does he not remember who did that to him? 🥺

Also I am curious about what they gonna tell to the others about their new found relationship. I don’t think Lucifer would want to lie to Charlie, but I also think that it would be too risky to make the whole crew knew they are acting, someone might slip. And it’s not like Al is gonna make it easy for Lucy anyway. If they want to be credible, less ppl knowing it’s best course of action for me.

Last thing~ I really wanted to thank you, cause ur fic really brings me a lot of joy since I recently only been able to find happiness in small things like these , and I I can’t wait to read more🌈

Hehehe, Alastor purposefully refusing to go into depth about their "sexual relationship," and even side-stepping outright calling it a relationship, is what's going to make it all more entertaining when he actually has to commit to the bit. Cuz you see, they're not fucking. They're "in cahoots."

It's different.

(I love Alastor's Shadow being sassy. If it's attached to Alastor, it has to be. I take no critiques.)

😈 Alastor and his scars is something I'm very excited to get into it. I've been thinking about them for a while, and while it may take a bit to actually get the answer, I'm very eager to get there when we do.

The way I see it, Alastor doesn't want to tell the others (as they already know their not actually dating--as he made VERY clear last time), but Lucifer isn't going to be okay with lying to Charlie. Out of the group, Alastor knows he can trust Husk and Niffty to keep it a secret. Maybe Angel Dust too. But he's most worried about Charlie and Vaggie.

Vaggie isn't a good liar, and Charlie's such an open, bright, heart-on-her-sleeves person, he doesn't trust her to keep up the ruse without letting something slip--most likely by accident.

But Lucifer is stubborn. He doesn't want to lie to Charlie, and if he tells Charlie, Charlie is going to tell Vaggie. If Vaggie knows, well, we already know she has a hard time lying on the spot, so if the others see Alastor and Lucifer suddenly "in cahoots," and ask about it, she's not going to be able to come up with a plausible excuse on the fly.

This is all to say, the next installment is going to be full of silly Hazbin Crew hijinks, where Alastor is forcefully enrolled into Chaggies Dating 101 Crash Course, and he is definitely not setting the grading curve. (And maybe we'll even get a bit of HuskerDust thrown in there, who knows. Certainly not me).

And it warms me so much to know that my fic can bring you joy in a time that such things are scarce 🥺 I can't wait to share more of the story with you!

#seriously #getting asks like these brighten my day to know end #I like keeping actual story elements and plot hooks a secret until we get there in the fic #but GOD #when you guys ask questions about it I just want to blab everything #ive got so many thoughts on the brain and I wanna SHAARRREEEE #Im so happy my fic is helping through a hard time #that's such an amazing thing to hear and i sincerely hope that whatever situation your in gets better #in the meantime #pls accept these absolute goofuses stumble their way into an actual queer relationship #hazbin hotel #alastor #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel alastor #lucifer morningstar #the radio demon #appleradio #lucifer magne #asks #charlie hazbin hotel #hazbin charlie #charlie morningstar #vaggie #chaggie #niffty #charlotte morningstar #vaggie hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel husk #husk #hazbin husk

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crowbird · 1 year

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I'm so tired of age gap fics please if i can suspend my disbelief about mushroom zombies I can suspend my disbelief about the reader's age not being equivalent to my own, please just give me two 50(+) year old bastards falling in love no more of this 15+ year age gap I swear to god someone is gonna make me start writing last of us fanfiction at this rate.

Anyways, I would like to request some aid from the last of us fandom in terms of fic recs if anyone knows any good reader insert or x reader fics wherein they and joel are around the same age? Pre or post outbreak, au, I don't care I'm starving please if anyone has any let me know.

EDIT: I did not think this was going to get any traction which in hindsight was kinda stupid of me but I really want to clarify something since I originally left it in the tags which I probably shouldn't have. THIS ISNT A HIT PEICE. I've been a fanfic writer for years now even if this blog isn't exactly a great example of my supposed stellar writing consistency. I mean no hate towards the people who like age gap or write it it just isn't my thing personally and I would like to read fics that explore other topics besides that when it comes to this fandom. Yes I understand the easy solution is to write my own and i would be a liar to say I wasn't but I'm new to this fandom and still consuming the actual content and I know my drafts aren't exactly great right now in part because of that. What I wanted to accomplish here wasn't just to complain a little but to reach out and ask if anyone could point me in the direction of non age gap fics in the mean time and they did so thank you very much!! I genuinely appreciate it. Write what you like but understand that I also reserve the right to read what I like and to ask for help in finding it because let's be honest tumblrs search and filter system is non existent and asking for help was my next best bet so uh yeah I'm gonna stop rambling now and refine this maybe when I'm more awake and can word things better probably.

#THIS ISNT HATE #THIS IS MY PERSONAL OPINION #I'm just really tired of looking for fanfic for certain characters usually played by Pedro pascal let's be real here #and then 99% of them are age gap #like cool people like that good for them all the respect #it just ain't for me #but it's literally all there is #like non age gap fics are the acception not the rule #when I say age gap I mean like reader is at least ten years younger then the character #yeah I know as long as everyone is consenting adults legally it's fine or whatever #it's the difference in life experience for me #I just want more fics where the reader was an adult before the world ended #I swear to god someone is gonna make me write that last of us x resident evil fic #the plot just combines the the two #Leon was in Spain when it happened #racoon city was once a thing #ironically umbrella didn't end the world #weird how mold and fungi are kinda similar I wonder if that's related— [gunshots]#joel miller x reader

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formulawolff · 3 months

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controversial take but if you’re using a face claim for an “x reader” fic then you should probably just end up writing an “x oc” fic cause…

is your golden girl not an oc? she's white right? so she's not specifically a reader insert since poc readers aren't able to insert as their experience? and when writing smaus, what pictures should you use? and if you are using various people but they're all still white, isn't your reader character not inclusive? then shouldn't you be tagging it as a white!reader fic?

*you isn't specifically meant as in you, the person but more of a collective you, like everyone who writes fics. the 2nd part i mean, that doesn't mention your fic.

I'm genuinely curious, hopefully this doesn't come off as in me attacking you.

in technical terms, golden girl is a nickname that toto uses because her warm demeanor reminds her of the sun, (“her rays of light were shining into his dull and gloomy days”) it’s not due to the fact that golden girl is an oc. if she was an oc, i would have specified more clear physical attributes that correlated with my physical appearance.

i don’t have a specific height for golden girl, i don’t use a specific hair color or hair texture. she doesn’t have a preprogrammed or predetermined set of physical traits or features. i try to be as general as possible so her she can fit the description of any reader. i have never specified if she is white. i have tried to remain as general as possible.

i should have been more specific in terms of using actors/influencers/singers as face claims. social media aus are a different argument if you’re using pinterest photos, as they are more generalized. most of the time i have searched up, “couple holding hands” or “couple hugging” because that’s general. when i searched up the photos for the chapter, i just typed in “female f1 driver aesthetic” and tried to find photos that fit the aura/personality of golden girl. not her physical features.

i can understand why people may believe that golden girl is white, but she is supposed to be you, as in the reader. i can be more clear on that in these next few chapters.

i was just trying to say if you use a very specific person for a face claim for an “x reader” fic, then you just should go ahead and make an oc at that point. like if the face claim is madison beer, then maybe you should just create a character has traits like madison beer. because you already have a predetermined idea on who you want your character to look like.

#sorry for rambling but #that’s my answer #asks 💌

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“Maybe Pearl was right! You’re afraid of feeling anything, so you just don’t!”

Grian deflates.

“Scar—” he tries, moving forward. Scar shakes his head.

“No—"

“Scar, please,” Grian tries again, desperately searching his face. “That’s not true, you don’t—”

“Please, don’t—” Scar pleads.

“Please—” Grian reaches out, and, like so many times before, he almost reaches the edge of Scar’s sleeve, almost, but not quite. Scar jerks back reflexively, as if he’d been burnt, and the two freeze in place. Grian’s eyes, wide and uncertain, flick from Scar’s face to his hand, waiting. Scar’s hand stays drawn back, in fact, he doesn’t even look at him again.

“Please don’t try to convince me,” Scar says. “I think you’ve tried to cover up enough.”

Scar leaves. He leaves and when he leaves he watches Grian and Grian stays still, his eyes blown wide and fixated on Scar’s bowed face and when Scar turns away he shuts his eyes and turns like his whole body wills himself away rather than out of his own choice.

And Grian stands alone in the middle of his home, a shroud of glowing now dark around him.

thoughts? -🔥📱

man oh man burner cell, this sure is a paragraph!

so! this is from Prove to Me That Angels do Love Us, and if i'm not wrong I think this was the first thing I actually wrote for this fic. I have a habit of writing something right in the middle of a fic, or imagining a scene I really want, and then building up and around it to make it work.

I think in this, grian's main motivation for not telling scar (up until this point) that he was a watcher, that the boatem hole liked scar because grian liked scar, was that he wanted to do it on his own terms. he was scared of what scar would think of him, even if it was kind of a well-known secret. scar here felt betrayed--he completely ignored the fact that grian confessed to him and instead focused on the fact that he had to learn second hand something huge about his (current) best friend.

pearl's comment was completely taken out of context--grian fears emotions because he doesn't understand them yet. I think my version of watcher grian when I was first writing him (almost 2 years ago when this first started!) struggled a lot with his newfound humanity. watchers as they stand don't have to deal with human emotions or beliefs or structures, so having such a complex emotion like love or care or trust can be extremely scary. it's almost easier to shut it down completely. he's trying to tell scar that he's scared of hurting him with something he doesn't understand, and in doing so, caused the boatem hole to reflect his own emotions, but scar is only hearing the fact that grian kept a secret from him ("...you've tried to cover up enough"). scar doesn't want to leave, but at this point, his hurt overpowers how he feels about grian, and he forces himself to turn away from him.

this one took a lot of fiddling! I didn't want grian or scar to sound out of character while fighting or for them to come off too aggressively. it was originally a lot rougher and angrier, but as the story progressed, I knew it wouldn't work to have them so mean, so sometimes a compromise is necessary!

AUGH, anyway! thanks burner cell! this was super fun!

#asks #ask game #burner cell #HIIII HEEYYYY AUGH i should've known you'd pick this fic /pos i love it #so special to me fr.. really one of my fave scarian fics i had soo much fun writing it!#yeah. they're insane to me #i'd love to write a scarian fic that isn't watcher grian tbh #text #desert duo #fics

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dykelawlight · 11 months

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👻🏷️🦋🐬 :3

👻 What is your wildest headcanon?

Oh man I don't know that I have any headcanons that are particularly wild. I tried to think pretty hard on this one and am mostly coming up dry. I guess one that I think at least contradicts most common interpretations of the character is that I think L has gotten out a lot more than we explicitly see in canon? Like he spends an inordinate amount of time indoors but like, he's also been to the club, even if he had a GPS tracker on and security placed around the room for his protection. But that's not that crazy!

🏷 Is there a tag you like to search for when looking for fanfics to read?

Not in particular, no, because people tag things in such different ways. I am prone to the use of "top X"/"bottom Y" filters if I'm just trying to read porn and am looking for a specific dynamic.

🦋 Which character is your favorite to write?

I think Light takes the prize for this one just because his inner voice is so fucking funny to me. Like think of something a normal person would do and then add 17 layers of nuclear overthink through the lens of an idiot who is also a genius and then regurgitate those thoughts onto the page. I have a lot of fun writing Mikami too though just because his perspective on the things around him is so wonderfully warped and I do so enjoy writing borderline-unquestioning adulation.

🦈 Which character is the toughest to write?

L in terms of characters I write regularly; even though I personally relate to him the most, I always get paranoid that his voice isn't quite right, either in that it's too formal or too relaxed or otherwise stereotypical. I never want to run the risk of turning him into like a yaoi archetype of some kind rather than a full person. In terms of characters I don't typically write, Near! There's a reason I've never written him even in like a 3-sentence fic prompt or what have you and it's because I feel like his inner voice totally eludes me. Maybe someday though!

#ty!! also sorry this posted and then disappeared lmfao firefox hit send before I was finished

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hueberryshortcake · 1 year

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❤️🏷️💕

❤️ - What is your favorite line that you've written in a fic?

At the moment it's either:

Webby wonders what she's thinking about - the moon, maybe, the reflection of stars and dust on silver metal, or something older, hidden deeper, old memories of knives, blood, and jungles.

Della, who Fergus had realized was gone, though it had never been said in quite so many words to him. He reached his free hand out to his son, but couldn’t bring himself to move any further. The mist would be upon them soon. He didn’t know what to say, and he didn’t know how to save him. In his hand the torch burned powerlessly.

🏷 - Is there a tag you like to search for when looking for fanfics to read?

Generally I use character and relationship tags - ie Scrooge & Donald (which there is NOT enough of btw) or Goldie o'Gilt

💕 - What is your favorite fic that you've written?

Right now it's Prodigal. I found it a really interesting perspective to work with; I liked trying to build that juxtaposition between Della and Scrooge, because they're so similar in so many ways. Della causes Scrooge a ton of grief, but he does the same to his parents. Della leaves her family; Scrooge leaves his. And they're obviously both so stubborn.

The scene on the moors came together so well, I was so pleased with it. You've got Scrooge finally opening up about what happened with a rawness and vulnerability that I don't think he'll ever exhibit the same way again. He's put himself in danger without realizing it (who does that remind me of?) and Fergus for once is speechless. He can't fix any of this, but by God is he going to grab his son by the wrist and drag him out of harm's way while telling him in no uncertain terms how much of an idiot he's being.

Also the epiphany I had when thinking about Della binge watching How It's Made.... unparalleled

I also really like Wednesday Morning 3AM and I have an ending prepared but I'm struggling to get the in-between places right. I'm giving myself a little time before I fall back in love with it and get it finished

#ask

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dehliadelights · 11 months

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It's my birthday today

originally I planned to draw art but then I forgot my ipad at home so instead, to celebrate my date of BORTH. i am posting another tidbit from Something Changes, aka my partnerswap Neshiki fic.

Static. The frog just turned into static right in front of him. Right in front of...

"Hey!" Right, he's not alone. Blondie steps towards him, a worried look on her face that he didn't quite understand, "That was pretty close, are you okay? Did you get hurt?"

Her tone, sincere and kind, made him want to reply with a harsh tone, but the words eluded him. He never needed anyone, but at this moment, it felt... wrong to isolate himself from her, since they're already isolated from the rest of Shibuya.

"I'm okay," He finally speaks again, gazing over at Blondie with apprehension. He didn't trust her completely, but she still knew more than he did about this whole game, so he'll stick around for now. "Hey, you," He addresses Blondie, who blinks a bit.

"My name is Rhyme," She says softly, a bit embarrassed, like she was still trying to come to terms with the fact that she's teamed up with a total stranger.

"Hey, you mentioned missions earlier, right?" He wasn't trying to be rude, but the idea of calling this girl by anything but her surname was strange. Maybe that was her surname, but he couldn't be sure. "Like, the spam mail that appeared on my phone? Was that a mission?"

The girl, to her credit, didn’t immediately get annoyed that he hadn’t actually used her name, rather choosing to focus on the question he had asked, glancing at her own teal flip phone in response. “The one about going to Ten-Four?” She hums curiously, head tilted to the side.

'Ten-Four'? The building he had seen earlier when he was trying to figure out what was going on? It made sense, but the confusion was eating at him already. "Yeah, that one. It said something about having an hour to do it," He responds cautiously, trying to venture past the original (fear) annoyance of having to talk to a total stranger to get the smallest idea about what was going on.

"Yeah, the mission timer," Blondie confirms with a small nod, humming to herself, "Thankfully, they don't leave us completely in the dark about how long we have. You can see the remaining time on the palm of your right hand."

Involuntarily, his eyes dart downwards, eyes locking on the countdown that ticks down the amount of time they have left. Sure enough, red numbers stain his skin like some sort of digital clock, ever changing as the time draws closer to the deadline. It was a warning, he already knew that much. A countdown to complete the mission, or else they'll be erased.

He really didn't want to find out how it felt to be erased, because that sounds like a very blatant threat.

"Hey, so, you know my name," Blondie speaks nervously, like she was trying to figure out how to talk to him to get away from the very clear warning signs he was displaying. Her voice trembles, ever so slightly, "But what about yours? May I know it?"

His name? Wait, did he even have a name? He had to have one, everyone does. He reaches within himself, searching for something to spark the memory, even when it felt like his identity was blocked behind a wall. "Neku," He says unconsciously, blinking a bit as he realized he just said that out loud, "Neku uh…" But the surname didn't come, didn't register inside himself like the name Neku had, leaving him stuck. He really hoped the girl didn't push it.

"Neku?" Blondie repeats, head tilting to the side curiously. She said it as though trying to engrain it in her memory, "That's a really nice name," She finally adds, smiling gently at him.

He stands there awkwardly for a few moments, before glancing at his right hand again. The timer continues to tick down, as he gazes at it. "So," He begins, trying to come off like he wasn't about to freak out, "Shouldn't we be going to Ten-Four now? Since that is our mission?"

Blondie's eyes widen for a moment, glancing at her own hand quickly, before she jolts. "Oh, yeah," She exclaims in surprise, looking back at Neku, "We really do need to get going! C'mon, it's just this way!" Before he can respond, the girl is already darting away. His eyes go wide, voice catching on a high-pitched call of 'Hey, wait!' as he chased after her.

His feet slam down on the concrete of the street, following after Blondie as she sprints towards the building. He feels inclined to, but he's not sure why exactly. He's shaking slightly, a cry barely being repressed and the internal begging of the girl to not leave him alone.

He can't show that. Can't let anybody see things that he doesn't want to think about, so they can never hurt him as he had once been hurt, in a life so different to the current one. Why did he even feel like this? He couldn't remember anything at all, save for his name and a few small things, like the name of his favorite graffiti artist or the threads he was wearing! Why did things hurt so much?

His feet stop, skidding to a stop on the road as he stands behind the girl, who had slid to a halt right in front of him to the point he can barely keep himself from knocking into her. "What the hell did you stop for?" He questions, voice annoyed and almost angry, even though he can't understand these emotions that swarm him.

"The timer's gone," Is Blondie's response, head tilting to the side. Sure enough, her right hand is raised to be level with Neku's eyes, where he can see just the skin of her palm, no ominous countdown leftover from their mission. He brings his own up to, confirming that his timer was also gone.

His voice catches, a bit of relief only expressed through a sharp exhale. Did this mean they had completed the mission? Did they win?

Nothing is ever that simple, Neku reasons with himself, eyes frantically glancing around for more of those damn frogs that had jumped the two of them just minutes earlier.

#《 subarashiki kono sekai ; ♡ ; lyric's twewy tag 》#《 Something Along That Line ; TWEWY Fics 》#《 rhyme ; raimu bito archive 》#《 phones ; Neku sakuraba archive 》#the world ends with you #twewy #neku sakuraba #raimu bito

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studentinpursuitofclouds · 2 years

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What surprises me is that there are barely any (if any at all) Stardew fanfics about either the Farmer or one of the Bachelor(ette)s getting Hanahaki Disease. If you don’t know what that is, you can Google it. But I’m just going to assume you know what it is.

Anyways, Stardew Valley is about farming and living the country life, how is this not a more common trope??? The potential for angst, drama, and romance is all right there!!!

I don't usually read hanahaki disease fics very often, but you're right anon, in all my time searching for SDV fics, I can't remember a single one about it, although the potential for drama just lies right under our feet. But maybe I'm looking bad, nevertheless. And I must say, I have not even seen a headcanon here on Tumblr about hanahaki disease, but the potential for a headcanon is right in front of us!

Like if the Farmer starts spewing flowers because they have an unrequited love for Shane, but Shane thinks that a person like the Farmer cannot love him, and so throughout the story the development of events. Or the same Abigail or Penny who are on friendly terms with the Farmer, but find that they feel more when flower petals fall out of their mouths, while they are rumored to know that the Farmer is in love with others.

I'm not very good at writing sad headcanons because I notice that they all boil down to hurt/comfort, but the idea is quite good.

#stardew valley #sdv #sdv headcanons

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pokimoko · 1 year

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🍒 🍊 🍍 n 🥝!

Thank you for the fruit, my fruit. 💜

🍒 What’s your favorite character dynamic to write? (Can be romantic or platonic, specific or general!)

Platonic for sure! Anything found family is my jam, and I particularly love writing sibling dynamics, blood-related or otherwise. I also like writing F/M friendships because I enjoy them and I think they should be normalised more, honestly (though, truthfully, those always end up falling in the sibling dynamic category as well). I also like writing QPRs, though I haven't really had the opportunity to write many, but they hold a special place in my heart.

🍊 Who’s a character you don’t write for that often, but keep meaning to write for more?

Bucky Barnes, definitely; sure, I wrote one fairly long fic about him, but that was one fic; I was obsessed with the guy long and hard enough that there should be at least a few more. But nope. I did plan out a whole sequel to said long fic as well as prequels but those never really came into fruition unfortunately. Not sure if I'll write for him anyone soon but god I've had so many plot ideas about the guy over the years that I just never wrote. Still fond of the 'Bucky bonds with Cosmo the Space Dog' idea I came up with back in 2021. I wrote a post it note but nothing more. Ah. Maybe one day.

Aside from him, I'd say Jake Lockley. I definitely need to write more of him and I want to. He can be a bit hard to pin down character-wise because we were given nothing more than crumbs, but I also enjoy the freedom that offers too. He definitively hasn't been getting enough love from me. But hopefully that will change soon.

🍍 What kind of AUs do you like? Are there any AUs you hate or just generally have beef with?

I generally avoid AUs; in fact, I exclude most of the more popular ones (Collage, High School, Coffee Shop, etc) from my searches because I'm really not fussed about reading them. I just find writers often strip the characters of any distinguishabilty to the point of them being basically a different character (not their fault, really; changing the setting and origin changes the character's experiences and dynamics, which fundamentally changes them, and that can be a difficult thing to wrangle). Some people, though, absolutely excel at using the AU and the worldbuilding therein to explore deeper into the character, their dynamics and motivations from a viewpoint that is different yet still feels like it aligns with what's been established in canon, and I love when it's done right. So I don't avoid AUs completely. Just really picky about them.

As for the ones I like, I like Alternative Universes in the most classic sense of term, where universes are defined by a path not chosen, a mistake not made. That is to say, I really like Canon Divergence and What If? scenarios. Anything that keeps the characters and world somewhat familiar but their dynamics and/or motivations altered. (Also love when alternate selves—or even selves from different points of the same timeline—meet and get to see the verion of themself they could have been if things had been different and/or interact with who they were before that Great Terrible Thing changed them.) For more extreme alterations, I'm not against a well written Fantasy/Sci-fi AU or Fusion AUs (so long as it's not an all-out crossover and the fusion is not all-consuming).

I am not a fan of No Powers/No Magic/Human AUs (or Modern Setting AUs if the original setting isn't modern). That's Just Some Guy in a Just Some Guy world now (which always looks suspiciously like our own). And powers/non-humaness is generally tied up a lot with the character themself, so stripping that from them removes a lot of who they are, in my opinion. And as we established, I'm really picky about characterisation. I don't much care for Soulmate AUs either, but that's a whole amatonormativity essay I won't get into.

Also I wouldn't say I have beef with Coffee Shop AUs, I just will never understand them, and I don't mean in a "urgh why is this so popular" kind of way, I mean I literally don't understand. I don't drink coffee and I've been inside Starbucks maybe once (mostly to gawk because I rarely come across them, even in the city), so words like venti and frappe and just coffee culture in general flies over my head, and I do not care enough about coffee to learn. It is simply a fic space I am not meant to inhabit. I have made my peace with that.

🥝 What’s your favorite trope/AO3 tag to write?

Character Studies are my happy place, my life blood if you will. Is it obvious yet I'm obsessed with exploring characters and their dynamics with others? Because I am. I am nothing more than a clockmaker taking these characters apart to see what makes them tick, and how the gears of the world and those around them fit into it all. Other tags and tropes I'm fond of are and that show up a lot in my writing include: angst (duh), unreliable narrators, memory loss/amnesia (guilty pleasure), dream sequences/unreality, hey! let me patch up your wounded hand, forehead kisses, extended metaphors, horror as a metaphor because I'm pretentious and was fundamentally changed as a person by being taught Gothic and Romantic Literature in my senior school years, and finally mind control/posession (guiltier pleasure).

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Always a blast getting to answer questions like these, thank you! :D. There's more fruits/questions here if anyone else wants to send some in.

#ask game #my stuff #fanfic stuff #fic stuff #personal #tip 🤝 me: having basically the same opinions on AUs to the point my answer seems lke a way more complicated version of your own #i'm sorry writers but no power aus are just...so boring to me. put them in a normal setting but keep the powers! that's fun #and if the character shares nothing with the og beyond a name then i'm outta there #living vicariously through the sibling dynamics i write because i'm not really close to any of my own (except one but he's very annoying)#(which i guess...is a well established sibling dynamic...well damn)

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6x03 Oh, Nolan's somewhere that isn't LA. Guess he'll get another golden ticket again. No I'm not bitter. Lucy literally took out two major drug players in one op and nada. Not even a thank you. I mean she might've gotten a thank you but still. Anywaaay. Oh domestic Chenford. And Lucy looking gorgeous just...existing. Soft Tim is dangerous for my health. When he does that smile. And that soft voice. But oh he knows how her brain works. And he knows how to work her. He knows she can't resist a shower break. Oh Blair. Fuck you. Sincerely, my future knowledge. Oh Aaron. Honey. No. Lucy, my angel. Smitty, I'm still pissed at you for the pool. Tim, go take another shower and she'll take a break. Take one for the team. Yes, the beginning of Lucy and Celina friendship. Can we please get Celina a Lucy hug now?! Nolan, Bailey, can you be less obvious? Stop filming people it's creepy. But much as Bailan is my least favourite ship, I really don't hate them. And Bailey is growing on me. Tim don't tell your wife off in front of your new adopted daughter/sister. Also are the shops different now? The cage used to be right behind the driver's seat, right? And now it's been moved behind the passenger seat. Unless they can move it themselves? I just remember when Genny did a ridealong she was behind the cage. But maybe it's new cars. Nolan get your shoes off the bed! What is wrong with you people?! Bad enough having outdoor clothes on the bed. Luna, you sweetie. Chenford, stop losing your children! A night swim fully clothed with shoes on? Really? Grey you're such a pushover, you cutie. God Lucy really would be a great TO. Not permanently, just to help out. I do think she'll have some TO duties in S7, maybe not 'officially' but it suits her. Again, I want her to be detective and then she can have some patrol duties and some TO duties and still do short term UC work. Then they can make her captain or chief because, ya know. She's awesome. Um, Nolan, suspected murderer or not, I think this is an illegal search. Right? I don't think a bandage clip/claw gives you probable cause. He was watching her sleep. LOOK AT HIS FACE. HIS SMILE. So she obviously fell asleep in bed while studying and he just settled in beside her? AGGHGGHG. Harper, Lopez, maybe you should've gotten the boat to wait for you. Hey Primm, fuck you and your fragile male ego you piece of shit. God Celina is adorable. How have they got so many adorable sunshine people on this show? Primm you absolutely piece of shit. Don't be mad that Lucy found a way for you to get the position you wanted when you hadn't. Also, Lucy wasn't the one who secured the crime scene. She showed up to what should have been a secured scene! Again, if she'd shown up 5 minutes later, would it still be her fault? How can you look at this pure cinnamon roll and still be such a dick? Her record must be fucking exemplary, and you know she did amazingly on her written test. There really needs to be some sort of IA investigation into this prick. I need more revenge fics against this asshole. Sorry Celina, Tim's got a Lucy to go cuddle up to. I mean he probably wouldn't help anyway but still. Aaron and Celina, they're just getting their friendship back slowly. Why would you take him from us?! Oh Grey. Oh Lucy. My baby. God her face just kills me. Not even a pat on the shoulder, Grey?! That's your daughter! And now begins the ball dropping of literally anyone supporting Lucy aside from Tim. I refuse to believe it's in character. I mean it's canon so it is technically in character, but just...ugh. S6 is just the season of forgetting how much everyone loves and respects Lucy. Fix it in S7. I want apologies. I want grovelling. I want worshipping! Blood sacrifices! Or...maybe just some hugs. God he's so fucking previous. His smile. His eyes. Holding hands. The trophy jesus my heart. And that gifset of her parents saying she's a disappointment and Tim saying she could never disappoint him. Gift giving love language. Her laugh. Can I just stop watching here and pretend nothing else happens?

#isca rambles #also guys the beach is right there #you don't need a house honeymoon #there's a beach like five minutes away #also tumblr wouldn't let me post that in the actual main body text #tumblr is fucking weird sometimes

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Hey Tabby! how's your day going/ if you're reading this at night—how was your day? i hope you had a good one!

i think I saw you mention once that you don't get to read as many fanfics as you'd like to?(sorry if I'm remembering wrong tho🥲) so when you do, do you have preferences in ships or maybe AUs?

but I mainly wanted to ask if there were certain rarepairs(idk if I'm using the right term here, I'm kindof a noob when it comes to fanfic slang🥲even tho I've been reading them for years now) that you enjoy?

I once read a Feyre×Gwyn fic that I really enjoyed even though I'd never thought of the ship before/come across it. and then there were these 2 fics that were Feyre×Lucien that I really liked (but couldn't find more of🥲), which ik might sound kinda weird after acomaf but I think I'd read it right after the first book?? so😶... there are a few more that I can't think of at the moment but do you also have ships that might seem a little odd at first but you personally think have potential or are just a guilty pleasure?

also, what's your favourite ship to read or write about in general? thoughts about TamSand?(sorry if this has already been asked before)

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Hello hello!!

My back and fingers are aching but I’m good for the most part! I think my cycle is coming up though which I’m not looking forward to—I’ve been having trouble sleep this last week :/

‘i think I saw you mention once that you don't get to read as many fanfics as you'd like to?(sorry if I'm remembering wrong tho🥲) so when you do, do you have preferences in ships or maybe AUs?’

That was me, yes 🫠

So on the rare occasions I have the time and inclination to read fanfics, it’ll usually be by someone I trust? If that makes sense 😭 If I’m reading to relax, I want to know the writing will be good and the story will be enjoyable, so I’ll stick to people I trust for that. But if I have time and I’m interested in having a nose about, I’ll usually be more interested in female characters rather than the male ones (since, well, you know👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩🤭) I’ll also read some female character x female character fics instead of x reader from time to time if I can’t find anything new, but I struggle to find those too 🫠

‘but I mainly wanted to ask if there were certain rarepairs(idk if I'm using the right term here, I'm kindof a noob when it comes to fanfic slang🥲even tho I've been reading them for years now) that you enjoy?’

Girl I’m with you there, I have no idea about proper tags 🫠 I only recently (this week) found out apparently there’s a happy ever after tag? So people I guess can settle into a fic knowing the ending?

Anyway, I guess gwynlain? If I came across a fic with that pair I’d probably give it a go, but it’s not often my interests go in that direction :) though I’ll stay away from male x male character fics since they just rub me the wrong way for personal reasons—as a general rule :)

‘there are a few more that I can't think of at the moment but do you also have ships that might seem a little odd at first but you personally think have potential or are just a guilty pleasure?’

Not really, I don’t think? I mean again, I quite like gwynlain but I don’t frequently or actively search for things under that tag :)

I do think it’s fun however when people have their own corner of chaos where you can find some odd ones (I would consider Amarantha x Lord Devlon and odd one—though I don’t know if that actually exists or not 🤭)

‘also, what's your favourite ship to read or write about in general?’

Favourite ship to read would probably be Feysand? And to write about it would probably also be Feysand :) pretty straightforward 🧡💛

‘thoughts about TamSand?(sorry if this has already been asked before)’

I enjoy seeing fanart of it, but I think I’m more on the side of it would be nice if they began mending relations so neither of them have to constantly deal with their resentment to one another since I think it takes a lot of energy to hate someone :)

#🫀 anon <3 #🫀#ships

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Real talk, is ao3 better? Should I remove my story from ffnet and post it on ao3 instead to get better traction?

Honestly, it's really hard to say! I certainly don't have a definitive answer for you. Personally I think the whole ao3/ff dot net situation is very much up to each user's personal preferences, so I'll share my thoughts and maybe that'll help you make a decision that you're happy with?

I will say, that though I am crossposting, I am NOT going to be taking down my stories from ff dot net. Unless I make them original work and then have to bc LEGALITIES or whatever, lol.

See, the thing is people do still use ff dot net! And a lot of stories exist there that don't exist on ao3! And a lot of people don't use ao3! That's why I keep mine up there and have been updating on both platforms as best as I can :)

In terms of which is BETTER, that all depends on user experience, lol. For posting, I'm finding that I really like ao3! I'm a HUGE FAN of how the update interface works--the separation of Notes from the actual text, the tagging system, and how easy it is to pop in and edit post-posting a new fic/chapter/whatever :)

For reading, while ao3 is easier on the eyes and has 0 ads, I have a very hard time dealing with the huge amount of filters. ESPECIALLY since the sections for media also include the crossovers. I like the ff dot net separates the crossovers from the regular non-crossover fic automatically!

Of course, this is a LITTLE pet peeve of mine lol and the first thing I do in any category when searching for fic is filter OUT crossovers, and then the more intense M rated tag-esque stuff that I personally am not a fan of (though some people do like that and that's a-okay! What's gr8 about ao3 is that there's no like, ban on what you can write. It's not censored, that's the word I'm looking for! Another pro to ao3 if you wanna write some nitty-gritty angst or dark fic or what have you). Quite frankly, the amount of tags and filters going on is gr8 for stories and curating your reading experience! Lots of text just hurts my eyes, but I've been adjusting!

In terms of traction, ao3 may have a better platform for a wider audience. For starters, their stats aren't broken right now, so that's a pro! ff dot nets legacy stats are broken, so hits haven't been showing up, though comments and updates are coming through--just not the e-mails if you've opted out. Which they automatically do now bc of a gnarly spam problem the last few years. And the comment system is a lot more robust than ff dot net's PM replies and the like.

Overall, ao3 is easier to use and offers more in terms of categorizing your fics! I'd recommend posting to ao3 100% :). I know that my older fics won't get as many numbers as they did on ff dot net and that's okay! i keep them up on there for those that prefer it still over ao3, and for me to go back and see the reviews and the like.

If you do decide to take everything down from ff dot net, save save save! Backup the stories you have, download them, and take snapshots of any reviews you like, bc once they're gone, they're gone, and idk about you, but I LOVE going back and reading the reviews I have over on ff dot net!

tl;dr: both sites have their merits; ao3 has way more staff, and more opportunities for engagement, as well as easier layouts for posting and commenting. FF dot net isn't going anywhere, but has a much smaller staff and has changed some things about notifications, so definitely double check your e-mail settings. If you take stuff down from ff dot net, save your work first! And any reviews you're fond of, too!

But overall, deffs try ao3 before jumping ship. It may not work for everyone; I avoided it for YEARS bc it was hard for me to get used to and it has been a VERY slow crawl for myself in learning how it works, but BOY is it hella customizable and easy to use and I like it!!!

#dani answers #anonymous #i am very against mob mentality/doing what everyone else does tbh #for lakc of a better phrase/term #i am very much you curate your own experience; nobody can decide which is better for you but you #so poke around a bit; maybe crosspost one or two over and see how the feel/vibe is #and how engagement feels for you and such #and then decide from there #BUT NO MATTER WHAT. IF YOU DELETE WORKS OFF FF.NET. SAVE THE STUFF YOU LIKE! INCLUDING REVIEWS!!!!#I'D BE DEVASTATED IF I LOST SOME OF THE REVIEWS I'VE GARNERED OVER 10 YEARS OF STORIES SITTING IN SMOLL FANDOMS #DEVASTATED!#hopefully this helps a bit anon. sorry if it's rambly1 I'm running off to lunch lol #ask box shenanigans #anyone else wanna chime in??

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