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[iustuspeccator]

Sometimes being in seminary with a cat is the most blessed, wonderful experience in the world. And other times I JUST WANT TO USE MY DESK IN PEACE

[finnlongman]

Obviously I come up with an entire plot for a book – like, an actual entire plot, for a book my agent is enthusiastic about and which might in the right light be almost marketable – right at a moment when I am genuinely, for real, completely unable to write it (about to be without a computer or any free time for two solid weeks).

THANKS BRAIN

[brightbluedot]

to succeed in adult friendship you must remember the key tenets of child friendship:

Play Toys

Play Pretend

Snack Time

[ataleofcrowns]

Helloo qeresi!! I just finished playing all the routes and now im in love with all of the LI which is rare for me lol you've really outdone yourself with ATOC and i need to ask if its comfortable with you but which LI would you date in real life?? Also cant wait to read the new chapter <3

The trick to writing a romance IF is to write LIs who you would date irl. So, all four of them in either gender variation are my type 💖

[gothgengargirl]

Coming Home

I step over the threshold and it is as if a weight is taken off my shoulders. I can remove the mask of humanity. I can be myself. A Doll. A toy. An object. A thing that exists to love and be loved. A being that exists for play, for pleasure.

And outside, the world may be cruel and frightening. But here and now, this one may know peace. Like it deserves.

[bills5lut]

about the author

NEW ➽ fragile

masterlist prompt list

hi angels, my name is nancy. i try post regularly, and if i dont then i do go through my requests often and try and post them as much as possible! so pls pls request anything you like. 

i’ve seen billie twice! and again in summer. bsfs w my dog. seen finneas once and it was unreal. vintage tshirt collector, weird ik but i have too many of them. also seen harry styles 5 times, but dont really post abt him, although adore him (wink wink). blonde billie no.1 fan. 

i write for billie and billie only mainly, unless i think of smth else i wanna write, or one of you suggest something i cant resist 

obviously wlw.

[kiame-sama]

what made you wanna be a writer?

An unintentionally loaded question, to be sure. Guess I should put warnings before diving in 😺

Warnings/Disclaimers; Kiame-Sama's nonsense, why do I write, mention of chronic illnesses, mention of autism, mention of mental health, mention of hyper-sexual mindset, mention of adult topics, I am an adult (over 25) and willingly share this, DO NOT READ IF ANY OF THESE TOPICS MAKE YOU UNCOMFORTABLE.

I write because it is- first and foremost- for me.

To start with a little background; I am not the most stable individual or have the most stable background. I have AuHD, severe depression, intense anxiety disorder, panic attacks, partial dyslexia (mainly regarding numbers and certain letters), and Narcolepsy. I am genetically predisposed to blood clots, aneurysms, alcoholism, and schizophrenia.

Safe to say- genetically- I am the equivalent of a poorly bred mutt.

Because of my issues and afflictions, I was either "the weird kid" or I was the outcasts of outcasts. I didn't really understand what behavior was appropriate and what behavior was not appropriate for a regular Human going through life. It took a long time for me to come to terms with things and with my afflictions. I would often retreat to daydreams and it got to the point I was considered a maladaptive daydreamer where I would lose hours just daydreaming and retreat to these daydreams any time I was upset or outcast by my peers.

Eventually, at around the age of 12, I discovered fanfiction in all its many forms. It was enough to inspire me to write my own little daydreams in a physical form, but so many ideas and so many different paths for stories often led to me starting a bunch of fics and rarely finishing them. There is a Quotev somewhere with an entire blog of my early works- not proofread, not edited, just 12-18 year old me's writings.

I started reading and writing mature fics long before I was of age and should have been reading these things. This in part could be blamed on unrestricted Internet access and in part on my questionable upbringing.

I was raised by a single mother, but my father (Deadbeat-McGee) had partial custody. I was exposed to late-night porn and porn in rated R movies at the ripe old age of 4 years old due to my father's idiocy and constant drunk antics. My father had this idea that Rated-R meant it was fine for me to watch (but he refused to let me watch PG-13 because of the explicit age in the rating). My father was an idiot and often tormented child me with horror movies, pornos, and gory movies. This was on top of him frequently offering me alcohol.

Safe to say, it was not an ideal situation for a young child who already struggled socially and mentally to keep up with other kids. My early exposure to fornication left me hyper-sexual and I saw almost everything as sexual in nature.

I have strict rules about 18+ now because I was one of those foolish kids who should have never been exposed to porn so early. Even though I understand 12-16 year olds these days are being intimate, I don't want to contribute to others having the same issues I did.

Anything I write/wrote was typically sparked as an idea from a maladaptive daydream of mine that I decided to share. I have always been fairly up-front about the fact that I write for me first, others second. I use writing and fanfic as an escape. A world I get to control and shape where I can be the eloquent and confident person I am in writing and daydreams.

(If y'all couldn't tell, I grapple with plenty of self-loathing issues)

I got into yandere during my Highschool years as I was the girl people asked out for laughs and to try and bully me. The school I went to was small and most of the students in my classes had been with me since middle school, some from elementary school. I already had the reputation of the strange and mentally unsound individual due to my prior social screw-ups and lack of understanding when it came to acceptable behavior.

Yandere drew me in because the idea of someone caring about me enough to be willing to hurt others for me was a concept I had never been confronted with before. The idea that even I- a social outcast and a basket case of a Human- could be loved so intensely was alluring. There is a reason I write most yanderes as obsessively loving and worshipful instead of physically abusive and hateful towards their darlings. I know Yandere is toxic as hell and most yandere relationships are not founded in trust or genuine love, but it has become a source of comfort to write fiction about yandere relationships.

28 Years (My HunterxHunter Yandere!Silva fic) is the result of a daydream I visited frequently in highschool and college.

My Little Spider fic (HunterxHunter Yandere!Chrollo fic) and my Day and Night fic (HunterxHunter Yandere!Chrollo x autistic!Reader) are both daydreams of mine.

Even my Drag Me To Hell (Yandere!Alistor) and Sin Eater (Yandere!Zestial) fics are daydreams of mine that I decided to write down.

Almost everything I have written (even a large portion of the Male!Reader fics) are primarily for me and I chose to share them with others.

I take comfort in writing and creating winding plots. There is a kind of self-soothing for me to add my own little headcannons and shape them until they fit like puzzle pieces into the overall narrative. Most of my Daydreams haven't been seen by others because I refuse to write them until those puzzle pieces start falling into place.

Even my Humans Are Extinct AU (Yandere TWST) was born of a daydream sparked into life by the EPIC the Musical Saga song Monster. I really only started writing it down when someone asked what I think a Monster AU for TWST would be like. Before then I played with countless ideas and plots, spending hours on end pacing and daydreaming like a goldfish swimming circles in an empty bowl.

Why do I write? Because I am a self-serving author who takes comfort in the fictional worlds my mind clings to like shiny trinkets in a Dragon's Hoard. They exist to soothe me and my hope is that others are inspired/soothed as well by my sharing of these fics.

[thecreaturecodex]

I could really use a pick-me-up. A kind word. Anything. I have been harassed by a student for being a trans woman. Again. Second time this month, not counting whoever stole the air nozzles off my tires so they would slowly deflate. The only place I have gotten transphobic harassment face to face has been on this campus. And admin doesn't care

I am leaving here. Soon. But I still have to make it through the next six days. And I find that prospect very challenging right now

[midwesternvibes]

Theres something in my head about a Joker Jr Tim getting brainwashed into taking up Joker's handle after Joker dies and becoming the Joker to Damians batman, but I'm not articulate enough to actually phrase it into something that makes sense

(Brought to you by the mental image of JJ Tim kidnapping the Batfam and replaying history with a crowbar and a game of "front or back" with the littlest bat)

[kinkandkreep]

~𝑅𝑖𝑛 𝐼𝑡𝑜𝑠ℎ𝑖 𝑖𝑠...~

That annoying person who, when cheerily told to "have a safe flight," responds, "such a thing is beyond my control," with a completely flat expression.

Y'know, like an asshole. 🙃

[iustuspeccator]

I love tumblr prayer requests because then you have to go "Dear God, strengthen, um... bisexualjudasiscariot- Well, You know their real name..."

[finnlongman]

Today, I performed Feidhm is mó at the Clemoes Reading Prize in the ASNC department, and was joint winner. This is a very angsty poem spoken by Fer Diad as he prepares for his combat with Cú Chulainn, in which he expresses grief and regret about the forthcoming fight. I was in full costume and went very hard on the feelings, with lots of yelling and striding around and maybe even some tears.

Unfortunately, nobody filmed it, so I can't share it with you.

But I did film one of my "dress rehearsals" earlier in the day. It's considerably tamer than the real thing -- without space to stride around, I couldn't achieve the full level of emotion, either. But it exists, and I have captioned it, with a translation into English, for your delectation.

Behold:

If anything looks strange in the spelling, it's probably like that in the manuscript, which I didn't emend; if anything sounds strange about my pronunciation, let's just chalk that up to it being the fifteenth century and therefore neither truly medieval nor modern. It's definitely not me messing up 😶 And if Fer Diad occasionally sounds suspiciously like he's from Donegal... well, Connacht used to stretch much further north, that's all I can say.

[foreverdolly]

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ welcome to my dollhouse- i hope you play for a while. . .

my most recent fic post: savage bonds part 6

❉ dolly ❉ 25 ❉ a virgo. . . but the cheeky kind

i wish that i was born in the fifties so that i could have experienced the 60's and 70's in my prime. wanna talk about cute boys? message me, ya filthy lil animals.

make sure to explore my masterlist guide!

i'll be turning my requests back on the second that i finish "fake dating", "be my lover" and "i just ride"

forever dreaming about elvis. forever dreaming about austin. forever dreaming about rockstars and men that i can't ever have.

xoxo

-forever dolly

. . . come on baby, let's play house! ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

i do not permit anyone to translate or post any of my works on any other sites. if you’d like to base a fic of your own on one of my works then please message me for permission first! no form of plagiarism will be tolerated!

[ataleofcrowns]

man interactive fiction authors get the most insane asks from anons what is it that has these freaks showing up to bother you all, just for putting out work for free??? 🙃

I'm gonna be honest, we're just way too accessible. Unfortunately for authors who are just starting out, there aren't that many ways to build up a readership outside of dropping regular updates.

Interacting regularly with your base of readers and giving them extra content through (anonymous) asks is one of those ways to cultivate an audience, and I feel gross just writing that because in an ideal world that shouldn't factor into it at all. But in the current online landscape, that's just become part of the culture surrounding it.

Especially since IF itself as a genre is very much online, there is this expectation that authors themselves should be familiar with the online landscape and be easily accessible as well. That accessibility comes with both pros and cons, and one of the major cons is that you get randoms in your inbox who decided to leave their manners at the door just because it's the internet and they're anonymous, so they think they can say and demand whatever they want from you without repercussions.

It's a decision that every IF author will have to make for themselves, in terms of how much they interact with their readers and how much access they allow.

While I do keep my anonymous asks on, I do that as someone who has thick skin and knows the risks of doing so. I'm also relatively active in my Discord server, but that's pretty much where the interaction with my readers ends. I'm otherwise a very private person, and this past year especially have taken added distance because I'm more comfortable that way.

But that's also a luxury I have because AToC is pretty well-established as an IF now, so I can afford to let the work speak for itself rather than twist myself up into a pretzel trying to garner more readers. I absolutely don't envy new IF writers, I can't imagine the struggle for them in this climate 🥲

[bomberqueen17]

today's saga

ok i'm going to tell a story of what i did today because i haven't been able to get my shit together well enough to write anything in days and non fiction seems like the way to go.

so. here is The Saga Of Seven Hundred And Fifty Chickens, A Minivan, And Me

So we get our day-old chicks for the meat birds from a hatchery in Pennsylvania somewhere, that delivers them on a complicated and long route driven by some dude in a modded sprinter van with a heavy-duty ventilation system. We get ours at a gas station right off the Thruway, a few miles away; we meet him in the parking lot and it's a mild pain in the butt but it's more reliable than having them mailed.

But for Memorial Day they weren't doing their whole route; I'm not sure of all the details but this happened last year too. Anyone who wanted chicks this week had to come to a spot in Fort Plain NY to get them, which is 75 miles away. So BIL asked if I'd do it.

So off I went in the farm minivan with some cardboard laid down in back, and I admired the views and showed up exactly on time and was the first one to get my trays of chicks off the truck. Seven hundred and fifty chicks, in eight trays.

I drove home, and by the time I got back I was quite sleepy. I'd missed lunch, and I was sure glad not to be on the Thruway anymore. Didn't mind a bit of a drive, I'd spent the weekend painting my middle-little sister's kitchen so my hips were awfully tired and I was glad of a task that let me sit down.

I pull into the farm driveway, park in the shade near the brooders, pop the back open, and consider my options. Just then, BIL drives by, in the side-by-side vehicle they use for farm chores.

"it's going real badly," he says, and I remember they were moving cattle, which can be a dicey proposition. "I got no time. Can you just unload our four into the brooder, and then can you drive the rest over to [other farm]?"

"Sure," I say, and I remember from last year's bitter experience that we absolutely can't just stack trays of chicks in the brooder to keep them safe. The brooder is set to a temperature that's right for them to be running around in. Trapped in their trays, they overheat and die. So I unloaded the chicks out of the trays, making sure to teach a few of them how to drink out of the waterer, so they'll teach the others. I don't need to do this, but they've been yelling at me for 75 miles, I deserve to hold the cute baby chickens for a minute.

That done, I run in the house, use the bathroom, grab an apple (I missed lunch for this), and set off eastward, another 30 miles or so to the other farm.

I had a moment where I dithered a bit. By "put our four in the brooder" did he mean four trays? The trays almost all have 100 chicks, but one tray had 50. I assumed it meant 400 chicks for us, but is that right? what if this other farm is expecting 400, and we should only have had 350? I'm not making this drive again. 400 isn't an unreasonable number for us to have ordered. And he said "four", that seems like---

well anyway. i made the choice I made. I knew I couldn't call him, he surely would not pick up while chasing the cattle. I could look up the other farm and call that guy, and see if he picked up, but I wouldn't count on that, he obviously had shit going on if he wasn't able to come get his own chickens.

So it was just going to have to be what it was.

BIL did call while I was driving, and said he'd call the other guy and find out how many chicks he was supposed to get. He couldn't remember what we ordered either. OK great.

I arrive at the other farm. He couldn't come get his chicks because his co-farmer, his wife, had cut herself badly and had to go to Urgent Care and that had taken up most of the day. He wasn't ready for these chicks yet, he didn't have the brooder quite cleaned out yet, but he was working on it. He looked very tired.

He also was only expecting 200 chicks. So I had 350 and he was like yeah I don't need all those.

Well, great. So I kept 150 of them and turned around and came straight back.

I couldn't stop anywhere. I'd've paused to pick up some kind of pastries or treats or whatever, as BIL loves those and always brings them back from the various bakeries along the way between the two farms. But no; sunny day, no shade, baby chicks, can't stop the car.

So I drove back.

Five minutes from home my phone rings again. it's BIL. There's another farmer who has turned up looking for her chicks. She's supposed to get 165. Well, I have 150 and I'll be there in... four minutes now. So BIL picked out 15 back from our brooder, and put them in her car, and I turned up with the rest of them.

That was a lot of miles of driving and a lot of baby chickens, I tell you what. You know what those guys smell like? Well if you want to imagine it just think about what grown chickens smell like. It's not that at all but it's sort of worse. A kind of vinegar-and-death kind of pong to 'em, really.

The saga I missed about the cows is that they refused to go to the pasture they were supposed to go into, then took themselves on a tour of the entire farm, investigated every single pasture, whether on rented or owned land, generally made asses of themselves, and then as the punchline, wound up putting themselves into a pasture with a good sturdy fence that was, in fact, the exact pasture they were supposed to have gone into the whole time.

So I was like. When I was telling this story someone was like "you were the B plot to the cow saga" and i think that must be true.

either way i'm glad i got most of my actual slaughterhouse-cleaning work done this morning, because i did not get to really do any more of it this afternoon.

i'm so tired, i'm going to bed lol. This didn't turn out as funny as when i composed it in my head. oh well.