#and yet my brain won't touch my actual wip's

[lenreli]

relinquish your flesh

[AO3]

Dreamling, Explicit, 2.2k. Inspired by @meadowziplines, who is also writing something along these lines!

Dream is very tense. Hob helps him relax - and let go of his long-held control. (aka, Hob doms Dream into an incoherent mess)

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Hob gasps, mind trying it’s best to hold onto the pleasure coursing through him as Dream’s cock spears him― 

But Dream looks so tense, which of course Hob didn’t get anything out from his partner aside from courtly matters, and well. He looks so strung-tight, even in his bed, that Hob can’t help but think of turning Dream over and taking control, making him pliant and boneless, only pleasure on his mind― 

And Dream stops altogether. “Dream?” He asks, blinking at the way his lover has completely frozen. “Love? You’re not breathing?” He asks gently, and sure, Dream doesn’t need to, but he tends to when they’re getting physical like this, especially in the Waking. 

Dream blinks, hands no longer digging into Hob’s hips as starry eyes look up at him. “You would? But,” Dream, oddly enough, closes his mouth, expression confused and Hob groans as Dream’s dick leaves him. 

“I would?” He asks, only realising after that Dream’s probably talking about the daydream. “Of course I would,” he clarifies and Dream frowns, brows furrowing ― and such yearning want in his eyes, the blue getting swallowed by black and stars, and Hob’s heart twinges.

“I am a king,” Dream offers, like that explains anything, “a king is supposed to rule,” Dream continues, a hand gesturing between them, and Hob’s eyebrows raise at the implication. 

“Love, you’re not meant to rule the bed no questions asked,” he sighs, and Hob can only feel incredulous as Dream looks even more confused, starry eyes blinking. “You’re not the king in our bed, you’re my lover, my partner,” he explains.

“All my other,” Dream cuts himself off, frowning and looking down at Hob’s chest. Hob bites back a sound, something angry probably, but even more baffled because Dream’s been around since the beginning of the universe, billions of years and yet― “you would not think less of me? For,” Dream stops again, pink lips thinning as he looks away. 

Sighing, Hob tugs Dream down, pressing light kisses to Dream’s lips and jaw, his partner stiff as a board as Hob eventually wrangles him down onto the bed, “do you think less of me?” He asks pointedly, raising an eyebrow and Dream shakes his head, still looking away from him. “So why should I think less of you?”

“I do not, I,” Dream opens and shuts his mouth more, searching for words and Hob nips down his pale neck, light bruises soon appearing as Dream holds onto his biceps. 

“My love, relax, I’ll look after you,” he says softly, hands sweeping up and down Dream’s torso and Dream makes a sound that seems pulled from him. “The only thing you’d need to do is enjoy it―and follow my instructions,” he says as he bites the hinge of the other’s jaw, and Dream makes a confused sound, and there’s a gasp as he takes hold of Dream’s cock, sliding it back inside with a groan. 

“You have given no―” Dream whines along with Hob as he rides himself on the other’s cock, adjusting the angle until it hits his prostate consistently. 

“Relax,” he breathes, nipping Dream’s ears as Dream’s hands, on the bed, arching into him and Hob whines, bliss fizzling through his veins, “and don’t come,” he grins and Dream makes a sound, starry eyes looking up at him as Hob grabs one of Dream’s hands, kissing and licking the inside of his wrist. “You’ll be good for me, won’t you?” 

Inside him, Dream’s cock twitches and his partner makes a sound that seems wrenched out of him, hand near his face spasming and eventually patting his beard, Dream’s black eyes becoming even wider. 

“See, you’re being so good for me already,” he says and Dream whimpers, gasping as Hob nips down a pale inner arm, chasing the orgasm that was derailed a bit earlier. “So sweet and lovely, my own treasure to look after,” he whispers into Dream’s elbow and there’s another wrenched sound, the other’s body gasping underneath him as his thoughts just become pleasure as he comes with a whine, squeezing Dream’s cock as he does, his come splattering up to the other’s neck. 

“Hob,” Dream keens, eyes wide and unblinking as Hob pulls himself off, one hand fluttering on the stubble of his beard, the other on his shoulder as Hob focuses on moving to the bedside table, getting out some warm, tingling lube that he usually saves for when he wants to feel really good. Or when his partner before Dream wanted it. 

“Now, if you still want to be king in bed, consider a king being fucked so crudely by a peasant,” the words leave him without warning as he puts a lubed finger into Dream’s hole, who shudders, plush lips open as Hob licks up his neck, “but of course, that can be for another time, just something for you to think about. I do have many years of these fantasies, you know,” he says as Dream gasps, arching into him. 

“I,” Dream whines, the fingers digging into his shoulder as he adds another finger, the other’s cock twitching and red, leaking pre-come. 

“I want to make you feel good, want you to look after you so well,” he rambles, slowly stretching Dream open, eventually adding a third finger as his other hand pushes Dream’s arching body down by his stomach. “You’re no longer a king in bed unless I want you to be.” 

His words are punctuated by a brush against the other’s prostate and Dream lets out a wail that makes his ears ring, that makes the window in his room shudder. 

“Please,” Dream’s voice cracks, low and breathy ― and there are tears, like shooting stars out of his glistening eyes and Hob leans in to kiss him softly, free hand coming up to touch Dream’s throat, caressing the soft skin as he continues to finger Dream. 

“I know, don’t worry,” he soothes, spent cock twitching and he groans, nipping marks down Dream’s throat, down to sharp collarbones as Dream’s cock, red and leaking presses against his stomach. “You want to come for me so much, but you’re so good for not doing that,” he whispers as licks a pink nipple, Dream whining and crying out. “So very good for me.” 

Dream keens and arches into his fingers, nails digging into his shoulder, another into his bicep as Dream makes a frustrated noise and Hob sighs, pushing Dream flat onto the bed. With how desperate he is, Hob’s not sure if Dream can tell the way he wants to wrestle back some control, clinging to it. 

“My love,” he smiles, hand going down to a bony hip, lightly touching the other’s cock and Dream gasps, “let me take care of you,” he pleads softly, stretching Dream’s hole as another sound gets pulled out, Dream slowly relaxing, the nails no longer biting into his skin, “there we go. My wonderful Dream,” he praises, feeling a shudder around the fingers inside of Dream. “Your only duty now is to not come, my Dream.” 

There’s a keen as his fingers brush against the other’s prostate, and a gasp that seems to suck some of the air out of the room―and Dream’s hands fall off him, lightly gripping the bedsheets as unblinking eyes of the universe stare up at him. “Yours,” Dream ― speaks, though it sounds more the machinations of reality, Dream’s form seeming to unravel briefly, hurting his eyes before becoming even more solid under him, around him. 

“And I’m yours,” he says with a smile, feeling Dream relax even more around his fingers ― and Hob can feel his cock hardening, heat coiling in him and Hob hums. “One other thing. Do you want it tight, or looser for when I make love to you?” 

At this, Dream blinks slowly, eyes flickering down to where they’re connected. Dream’s mouth moves and there’s a whimper as Hob twists his fingers. “Tight,” Dream breathes. 

“Of course, my love,” he smiles, and there’s a whine as his fingers leave, Hob peppering kisses over Dream’s face, the edge of teary eyes as he coats his cock with lube, “so good for me, telling me so quickly,” he hums again ― and they both whine as he enters Dream, cock dragging against velvet walls and Hob takes a deep breath, dry hand going to pet wild black hair. “You can touch me,” he breathes. 

There’s a keen as Dream’s hands go straight to his chest, nails digging into his chest hair as he slowly leaves Dream, and there’s a gasp as he goes back in. One of Dream’s hands trails up into his hair, holding it loosely as he begins a slow rhythm, only garbled sounds that are close to his name coming out of Dream’s mouth and Hob mentally pats himself on the back. 

“So good and beautiful for me,” he praises, voice breathy as he focuses on Dream’s pleasure, and there’s a loud wail as he grazes Dream’s prostate, the other’s cock twitching against his stomach. “Oh, my Dream, you want to come so badly, don’t you?” 

“Ye―s,” Dream grinds out, the plea long and slurred, tears flowing more freely as Hob fucks into his prostate, and Hob moans as the other’s hole squeezes him tightly, keeping him inside. “Hob.”

“You’ve been so good for me, you’ll get what you want soon,” he croons, Dream whining as a hand goes to pet Dream’s jaw, trailing down to hold onto the other’s hip. “My king, so bound by duty and function, so good and dutiful for me in this,” he says, and Dream shudders, eyelashes fluttering as the stars in Dream’s eyes seem to vanish, becoming more black void than the night sky. “Do you feel good?” 

Dream nods, motions jerky as a sound floats through the air―literally, the waves of it tangible, the moan hanging suspended as more come out, and Hob keeps up a steady pace. 

“You’ll have to tell me, pet,” he breathes, and Dream makes more garbled sounds, the soundwaves hanging above them as Dream looks at him pleadingly. 

“I―yes,” Dream gets out eventually, arching into him, the pale form blurring around the edges briefly, almost melting into his groin and chest before he solidifies again. 

“Excellent,” he whines, focusing more on his building heat, the soon enough tipping over the edge as he comes into Dream’s hole, feeling the walls around him grip him tighter, “I won’t leave you,” he soothes, thumb brushing back-and-forth on Dream’s hip, going down to press a kiss to pink lips, Dream trying to respond but lips slacking, the other’s tongue grazing the stubble of his beard. “You can come anytime now.” 

Dream squeezes him tightly and comes with a sob ― and Hob blinks as the other’s hand come flies up to his neck, and there’s a faint sound of dogs barking, other things and Hob looks around, his alarm clock turned off. And Dream is ― resting, eyes closed, and not even a sound comes out of him as he exists Dream, looking around to see that the power’s blown out, probably due to a certain anthropomorphic personification. Caressing Dream’s face, he quickly moves to get a towel, cleaning them up. 

And some red wine in a glass, as well as a snack for himself, and Dream curls up against him as he gets back to his bed. Taking a sip, he knows Dream doesn’t care for it, but perhaps Dream might want some as he pets Dream’s hair, the body next to him all but lifeless. 

Hob’s gotten halfway through his chocolate bar before Dream stirs to life next to him, and there���s a groan as Dream slowly opens his eyes, expression confused. “No need to get up, just feel it,” he says softly, kissing a black brow and Dream lets out a sigh, melting onto his chest. “You may need to turn the power back on though,” he grins, and dark blue eyes flick up to him from his chest, and soon enough the alarm clock blinks back to life. 

“This is why―”

“If you’re going to go on some this is why I shouldn’t experience ground-breaking, mind-bending pleasure route, please know that I don’t care,” he says quietly, but firmly and Dream’s mouth clacks shut. “The important thing is: did you like it? And would you be up for more?” 

And of course, there’d be things like safe-words and all that, but they can take it slowly. Dream groans, pushing himself up to kiss his collarbone ― and take a sip of wine before resting his head on Hob’s shoulder. “I would,” Dream whispers, voice rough and croaky, “I,” Dream frowns, his hands wriggling before settling on his chest, fingers going through his chest hair. “Hm,” Dream purses his lips, shutting his eyes as he melts even more onto him.

Literally, the other’s form melting over his chest as Hob continues to pet his hair, everything below his neck losing coherency until there’s a mass of white on top of him. “I’d love to do it again, if there’s any doubt,” he says, wiggling his eyebrows and Dream just makes a soft sound, almost a purr and Hob is delighted to see not an ounce of stress or tense lines anywhere on him. 

[Fin]

[corfisers]

i really need to finish this one day

[joelmillers-whore]

Hard Light | Chapter Two

chapter one | ao3 | masterlist

series summary: when a new english professor begins teaching your class for the duration of your semester, you can’t help but develop an innocent crush on him. he’s as off-limits as he can be but it doesn’t deter you in the slightest. after a drunk night, you accidentally email him something that wasn’t intended to ever be seen by anyone. but that doesn’t matter. it triggers a misunderstanding that manifests into an affair with your professor who is twenty years your senior. nothing good could come of this, right? 

chapter summary: becoming obsessed with your english professor and imagining what fucking him would be like was never part of the plan. you seem to think about him whenever least convenient and read more into innocent words and touches than you should. but, your infatuation with him comes screeching to a halt when you discover something about him. crush done and over with, right?

pairings: professor!joel x college student!reader

word count: 2.7K

series or one-shot

chapter warnings: 18+ explicit, minors DNI, no mention of Y/N, alternate universe, professor/student relationship, eventual smut, self-esteem issues, workaholic, joel x female!reader, infatuation bordering on obsession (stay delulu friends), some sexual thoughts, masturbation (f), sexualization of the male form, allusions to sexual and explicit scenarios, drinking and glorification of getting drunk

A/N: okay, listen, i won't beat around the bush, i kinda let this series die after like one chapter. my brain works in mysterious ways, as in, i lose interest in stuff quickly, and that includes writing certain fics. that's why i have so many unfinished wips. but, here we go with another chapter of hard light. i re-read this chapter and was suddenly inspired to write for it again. enjoy and don't forget to comment, reblog, and like.

You’d been stuck at the coffee shop for the majority of the day, constantly checking your phone to see if Jeremy had answered you yet. But it didn’t look like he was going to be able to cover your shift. Where the fuck was he? You normally had no problem with covering a Saturday shift but you really needed to leave early, the application for the internship was due soon and you hadn’t started it yet. You flinched, feeling the burn of scolding oat milk drip onto your hand. You shook your hand out, trying to ignore the pulsating emanating from the skin. 

You’d been burned before and worse, but you just wanted to get through this shift. You tipped the ceramic cup and poured the frothed milk into it, moving your wrist in tandem with tipping the cup, trying to quickly do the design that had become second nature to you at this point. Your mouth flattened into a tight line, almost smiling at the student as you handed them their coffee beverage. You were always glad that the coffee shop on campus had only a few options to choose from when it came to coffee orders. And they were all pretty easy to memorize and make. 

Heaven forbid you worked at a Starbucks, where you had to nail down complicated drink combinations and fulfill nauseating orders. Coffee was a sacred thing, at least to you, and it was the perfect concoction of bitter and sweet that had you hooked each time you drank it. People needed way too much sugar to actually enjoy a caffeinated beverage, and there was nothing wrong with that, but it wasn’t something you personally liked. 

You looked up from putting the oat milk back in the fridge when you heard the chime on the door, ready to greet the person who had just entered with a welcoming smile, but that smile flattered when you saw who had just walked in. Your new English professor, the one with the tight ass. You shook your head. Okay, from here on out you were not allowed to think of him that way. He made his way to where you were, an easy pace to his walk. You swallowed as your eyes raked over him. He was wearing brownish-green slacks that seemed to fit him snuggly in places that you couldn’t look away from, and a stylish brown tweed jacket, which stretched across his forearms and chest tightly. 

He gifted you with a smile, his lips perfectly rounded and pink even though they hid underneath a subtle stubble. You opened your mouth to speak but apparently, you had no knowledge of the English language at this current point in time. 

“Could I get a latte?”, Professor Miller asked. 

You had heard him speak in front of nearly a hundred people earlier this week and yet, you were taken completely off guard by the throaty yet softspoken quality of his voice. How soothing and intimate it was when it touched your ears. It made you shiver, imagining how it would sound in the harshness of night when he was on top of you, thrusting slowly, and giving you words of encouragement while you took his thick—

“Yes”, you squawked, stepping back from the counter and burying your head in the coffee machine as you prepared his latte, trying not to let it show how heated your cheeks probably were. 

You heard a low chuckle from him as he paid, turning on his heels and standing in front of you, the bar of the counter the only thing acting as a barrier between the two of you. 

“You’re from my English Lit class, right?”, he asked, his Southern drawl sweeping over your whole body, making your stomach flutter. 

You looked up briefly, not ready to meet his eyes for fear that he could read your thoughts if you let him. You nodded, ducking back down and concentrating. 

“Thought so”. His voice was filled with amusement and something else as you felt the weight of his stare. 

You placed his finished latte on the counter, stuffing your hands into your back pockets as you waited for him to grab it. He took hold of the cup and the saucer but he didn’t move, plastered in place as you locked eyes with him. His pupils were double their original size as he scanned your features, seemingly staring into your soul. You wanted to look away but you couldn’t find the strength. 

His mouth tipped up at the edges, “Since I can get an unbiased opinion from one of my students...”, he paused, thinking about his next words thoughtfully, “How did you find my first day? Been meaning to ask one of you...”. 

You cleared your throat, “I think you did well. If my opinion matters at all”. 

Professor Miller snickered under his breath, nodding, “It does. Thank you for your honesty”, he twisted around but spoke over his shoulder, “I think you’ll find that I have a lot that I can teach you, and I look forward to the rest of the semester”. 

And with that, Joel continued to a table near the back corner of the coffee shop, setting his beverage on the surface and taking out his phone. He didn’t look up at you for the duration of his time, sipping his coffee, head buried in his phone for about an hour before leaving. He gave you a small wave as he left, which made your cheeks flame. 

You really needed to get a grip on yourself and not read more into his words. But you couldn’t seem to concentrate on anything else. I think you’ll find that I have a lot that I can teach you... He meant it in terms of the course, not whatever your idle mind told you it was really about. But you couldn’t help but dig into the double meaning behind those words. You were sure he could teach you a thing or two, he definitely looked like someone who had more experience when it came to sexual things. God, what was wrong with you? Joel— Professor Miller was a nice man, someone you could surely rely on when it came to your studies, you shouldn't be thinking of him that way. 

You were just tired and in need of some sleep. Yeah, that’s why you were letting images best left in the dark corners of your mind float to the forefront. Occupying yourself for the rest of your shift, eventually, Joel and that whole interaction became a distant memory, leaving your mind as fast as it had manifested. 

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You settled into a lacklustre routine as the week came and went in a flash. You hadn’t had another one-on-one conversation with Professor Miller, much to your relief. You’d been using your job at the coffee shop, studying and catching up on homework, or even spending time out with friends, as a diversion when your mind began to wander back to that man that made your head spin and your every nerve ending light ablaze when his eyes settled on you in class. 

It wasn’t just a one-off coincidence when you felt it the first time, it wasn’t even a coincidence the second time that you’d felt it either. It was becoming something permanently stuck in your head; when you would see him again, and you made a bet with yourself before every class. Would you get that same flutter in your stomach when you saw him standing before the class, back turned to you and that backside calling out to you? And every time, you would win or lose, depending on your outlook that day. You had a monster crush on your English professor and it was becoming a hindrance. 

Each day you’d wonder what he would think of your outfit, because yeah, now you were actually having to think about your appearance, you actually cared. You wanted him to care, to notice, for his heady gaze to bore into you for a little longer than any of the other girls in your class that he looked at. It was maddening, having him on your mind when you were awake and when you were asleep. You’d conjure the dirtiest images of him and you when you were alone at night, not caring in the slightest as you slid a hand into the waistband of your panties, driven to the edge of insanity if you didn’t ease the overwhelming flutters that never seemed to quit. 

You told yourself that what you were doing was innocent, that because Joel was in your proximity, it was only a natural progression that you’d develop something of a crush on him. But what you didn’t account for was how badly you wanted to act on it. How sometimes when you hung around after class, trying to work up the nerve to talk to him, you’d half-expect him to throw you onto his desk and pound into you, roughly, eagerly, your name slipping past his lips as he worshiped your tight cunt. But, he never did. And the more you thought about how much you wanted it, the more it became unrealistic. 

He was your teacher, for fuck’s sake, and you were his student. Nothing would happen and nothing could happen. But at night, when the stillness of the darkness crept in and you were having trouble falling asleep, your mind still strayed to the man old enough to be your father and you’d cum to the thought of him, over and over again, until your sated body and mind lulled to sleep. And then, when your alarm shrieked in the morning and you had to peel yourself from your bed and get ready for the morning, you’d be overcome with shame. Shame and regret. Because you were getting yourself off to the image of a man who probably wanted nothing to do with you, and you felt like a creep. 

You’d go about your day as normally as you could until you saw Joel in class again, and something as innocent as making contact with his hand as he gave you a quiz would ignite those flutters again, making them unquenchable. 

You were currently out with a few friends from your English class, and Jeremy had decided to tag along. The guy was a social butterfly and could fit in with any group easily. It was actually getting on your nerves, how your friends were currently swooning and chatting to him while you just sat there, waiting for them to loop you into the conversation. Jeremy caught your eyes over the shoulder of your friend, Cat, who was shamelessly flirting with him. Not that you minded, it was great that he was looking for someone. You had thought that you’d broken him when you broke up but it must have been all in your head. 

“Let’s dance”, Jeremy said to Cat, taking her hand in his, making her giggle as she stood up from her seat, and letting him guide them to the dance floor. 

You watched as his hands moved down her body, settling on her hips, and swaying them both in time with the slow song that was playing from the jukebox in the corner. Feelings you’d thought you had buried long ago came swelling to the surface, which had nothing to do with Jeremy moving on right before your eyes and everything to do with how lonely you felt. It hadn’t really hit you until this moment, watching two people who you considered friends, getting closer. 

You had a stupid habit of putting your needs on the back burner and suffering because of it. But growing up in a household that would rather see you be quiet than entertain any of your ideas or thoughts or feelings had done a number on you. Instead of seeking out what you wanted, you always held back, afraid of upsetting someone and losing their respect. It was the dumbest hang up but you couldn’t shake it. Even when you were in your twenties, it lingered. The feeling of not being good enough, for anyone. 

You turned around in your seat, giving Jeremy and Cat some privacy, the call of alcohol in whatever form suddenly calling out to you like a siren song. 

“Shots?”, you asked the remainder of your friends, which elicited a resounding and enthusiastic response. 

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The time was crawling into the early hours and yet you still knocked back shot after shot, not caring much that the bar manager was growing annoyed at you and your still rowdy group of friends, probably seconds away from kicking you all out. Jeremy had brought Cat home hours ago but the rest of you decided that the night was still young, and so were you. 

You’d been dancing for the majority of the night, switching dancing partners as much as you’d switched between different liquors, but you were alone now, moving your hips from side to side as you nursed a drink of some kind, not really knowing what was in it. Your friend, Ayesha came over to you, stumbling and almost knocking into you. 

“Look what I just found”, she slurred, holding her phone near your face. 

You squinted, trying to get the dizziness to subside long enough for you to focus on the image she had pulled up. But it was difficult, you were really drunk. 

“What’s is it?”, you asked, hiccuping loudly. You covered your mouth with your hand. 

“It’s him”, she screeched, jumping up and down, “Professor Miller, I found his Tinder. God, he looks yummy”. 

Your heart sank to the dark and twisted pit in your stomach and you felt like retching right then and there. But, it was inevitable, for the spell to break, it was only a matter of time. Fuck. You rubbed at your eyes, hoping that this was all a dream. Just a really demented trick that your mind was playing on you. But when you removed your hands from your face and everything around you came back into view, you knew it was reality. Because of course a man like Joel Miller, the rugged yet charming English professor from Austin, Texas would have a dating profile. He was surely dating people and having sex. Lots and lots of sex with women his own age, not with his students. 

You took a step back from your friend and uttered something about feeling sick and wanting to go home. They offered to Uber back to your apartment with you but you made up some excuse about it being dirty, so you didn’t want them to see it like that. A short Uber ride and you were sinking down against your front door, running your hands through your hair, and smacking your head back in frustration. You were an idiot, and right now, you were a drunk idiot. 

Getting up from the floor, you fished around in your purse for your phone and settled into bed, not bothering to change or take your make-up off. It was way out of the realm of what you could muster from yourself right now, and honestly, it was a whole task in and of itself. You mindlessly scrolled through various apps on your phone, trying to occupy your mind, anything to not think about the shocking and devastating revelation you’d had tonight. 

You paused when you hit your email inbox, seeing a new email from Professor Miller. You sat up in bed, fumbling with your hair like he could see you through the phone. You clicked into the email, your eyes struggling to focus on the small text. You skimmed it, something about a missing attachment from the previous email you had sent him. You groaned, feeling like your world was spinning on its axis. Maybe it was from the alcohol or maybe it was because of the damning truth that you never had a shot with Joel, to begin with. 

You thumbed the tiny icon to attach the missing document to the email, replied back to him, and threw your phone away from you. Maybe you’d feel better about things in the morning, but you strongly doubted it. Nothing could cure how heartbroken you were and nothing could help you through it. Wallowing would have to do but for tonight, all you wanted was sleep.

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WIP Weekend

Weekly WIP update

I've mainly been focussing on my Steddie Big Bang fic this week, wrapping up chapter 2 and re-reading what I have so far. I've been suffering from bitchy brain syndrome all week with regard to this project, thinking everything I wrote was crap, but I guess that's mainly due to being unable to share my ideas. Revising what I've already written has actually helped a little, because I do quite like how it's coming together. I'll prepare my summary and excerpt next, then go back to working on chapter 3 of The King's Gift.

8 out of 29 prompts from my 1k follower celebration are filled, with a new one hopefully dropping over the weekend.

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🏰The King's Gift

❓Steddie Big Bang fic 2024

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Snippet from 🥳

(CW nudity, explicit sexual content)

Eddie thought he knew what pain was. 

He was chomped on by a flock of feral demon bats while fully conscious. He wouldn’t wish that experience on his worst enemy, and trust him, he has a lot of enemies, what with half the town still convinced he’s a devil-worshiping, cheerleader-murdering psychopath. 

Eddie also thought he knew humiliation. 

Hell, he needed help peeing in those first few weeks in the hospital. His dick has been touched by more people than he is comfortable admitting - and isn’t that something for a chronically bitchless, triple-senior D&D nerd?

Point is, if anyone had asked before today, Eddie would’ve boldly claimed there was nothing in the pain and humiliation department strong enough to make him even bat an eyelash. 

Turns out he was wrong. 

“Fuuuck,” he whines, hands white-knuckling the bedsheets. His head, heavy from craning his neck, thuds back into the pillow. “What the hell is taking so long? Take it off, take it off, take it-” 

“I’m trying, okay?” Steve snaps. He has stopped laughing, which … okay, Eddie appreciates he’s taking this seriously, but he absolutely does not like that brow furrow. That's Steve Harrington's trademark ‘we're royally fucked but I'm gonna keep it together to not freak anyone out’ brow furrow. “The damn knot won't come loose.” 

He tugs at said knot as if to demonstrate, and Eddie almost jerks off the bed as a jolt of pain zaps from the base of his cock all the way up his spine. 

“Jesus fuck, be careful!” he barks, but Steve stays unimpressed. 

“Hold still,” he scolds, voice deep and stern. One large hand grips Eddie’s knee and pushes his thighs further apart. It's very close to how Eddie envisioned this going, and his cock gives a treacherous little twitch. “Don't know why you thought this was a good idea.” 

“I told you,” Eddie hisses through another bout of pain. “It was supposed to be a surprise. I wanted to do something special for our anniversary.” 

Steve gives him a look. 

“So you put a bow around your dick.”

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An Ask Game for Writers to Procrastinate Working on Your WIP(s)

(Not like I need the assistance, but I'm so thrilled to be thought of as a writer that I'm totally doing this.)

Thank you so much for the invites @aristocratic-otter, @bookish-bogwitch, @shrekgogurt, @ic3-que3n, @ivelovedhimthroughworse, @drowninginships, @best--dress, @you-remind-me-of-the-babe, @monbons, @thewholelemon, @whatevertheweather, and @youarenevertooold! (I think I might be the last one in the 'verse doing this, but that won't stop me from tagging more people at the end.) I've loved reading everyone's answers!

Okay. Here we go. I am absolutely using my flimsy claim to authorhood to answer these. >.>

1. 🦈Tell us the name of your/ one of your WIP(s):

The Haunting of Simon Snow

2. 🍄Describe your WIP/one of your WIP(s) in the format of “___ + ___ =___”

Construction Worker!Simon + haunted manor house = a most interesting summer job

3. 🌍What tags or warnings will your / one of your WIP(s) need if you intend to share it?

Well, it's a ghost story. You can draw some conclusions from that.

4. 🧭An alternative title to your/ one of your WIP(s)?

A Victorian's Gothic

5. ⚠️Which WIP your most likely to finish or update next?

It sure as hell better be Haunting. I mean, my goodness, it's looped around my brain like a too-patient boa constrictor, just sloooowly squeezing.

6. 💾What is your document of your WIP/ a WIP called? (not the stories actual title but what you’ve saved it as)

snowbaz.scriv is my catch-all Scrivener file for all ficcy things

7. 🖍Post Any sentence(s) from your WIP.

There’s a person that I used to be. Magic I used to hold, magic that held me. I have done everything I can to forget that feeling, because it was never supposed to be mine. I was never magic. He’s magic. He’s magic, and I can almost touch him. He’s magic, and he can almost hold me. I live on the edge of almost all the time, so that’s enough. (It’s never enough.)

8. ♻️A scrapped idea for your current WIP.

This was originally planned as a story written in letters. (Doing that with something else, now, and it works way better in a different story.)

9. 🤔What’s a story you’d love to write but haven’t even started yet?

I'm going to stick to snowbaz fanfic for this, because if I broaden it any further, this list will instantly become quite long. (I have a lot of original story ideas.) For snowbaz, though? Well, there's the one I'm planning for COTTA. There are a couple AU's that I've written way too many notes on. And then a Fangirl crossover fic that I sincerely hope to someday write. (Technically I started it, but only a few hundred words at this point.)

10. 🤡How many WIPS are you actively working on?

Actively? One. Maybe two. Kinda thinking two, but the second one is new and more of a game at this point, so we'll see. (Not quite so actively I also have my Baz fic, my "Silence" fic where Baz successfully steals Simon's voice. It's roughly (super roughly) outlined, and I've written several scenes, but it's on the back-burner for Haunting. And COTTA. No more new fics after that, though! I really want to tell that story!)

11. 🛠Is there a scene or anything in the WIP you are struggling with right now?

That's funny. What a question. XD YES. Yes, there are scenes. I'm designing Pitch Manor to get through this damned scene LOL

12. ❤️Not a question, just a second Kudos to send.

Thankee kindly!

On the off chance there are any fic writers left out there who haven't yet done this... Tags! @mooncello, @cutestkilla, @blackberrysummerblog, @hushed-chorus, @fatalfangirl, @onepintobean, @j-nipper-95, @facewithoutheart, @angelsfalling16, @noblecorgi, @alexalexinii, anyone else who wants to. Cheers!

[bonesandthebees]

Have you ever had vauge ideas for aus/fics that you just haven't had enough motivation/care to write? If so, what threw you off, and what if someone wrote something with that idea? (With credit ofc)

oh literally all the time. like that's most of what makes up my google drive tbh is au ideas I either know I'm not going to write but I just wanted to put into some words for fun, or that i tried to write and just couldn't vibe with for some reason or another. sometimes it's that even if I like the setting of the au, I can't think of a plot that grabs my interest enough to write it. other times I like the plot but the atmosphere/world doesn't feel solid enough in my head and I can't grasp the specific vibes. and sometimes even if I have both those things when I sit down to actually write the fic... nothing happens. my brain just won't work. or I start on it and then I lose motivation for some reason or another. there's a variety of reasons I abandon aus so just know anything I actually post has survived a lot of rigorous mental vetting lol

if you didn't know I actually have a scrap bin on my ao3 page! I post abandoned wips there and I have a blanket statement that anything I throw in there people can use for their own ideas as long as they give me credit and aren't blatantly plagiarizing what I already wrote.

gonna be honest the stuff that goes in the scrap bin is still only a fraction of what lives in my drive, bc I'm always like "ohhh don't know if I wanna make this idea public in case I change my mind and wanna write it-" even if it's a wip I haven't touched in, like, a year lmao

anyway though there's still quite a lot of content in the scrap bin rn so if you haven't checked it out yet, go see what I've thrown in there!

[sardonic-sprite]

I'm Back!

Wow, so Lent is over now, so my tumblr fast is also over and I'm still a little in shock, lol. I had hoped the past six weeks? I don't know, Time is weird, would be more productive but at least I got SOME stuff written/posted. Anyway, I have one more month of school and then fucking FINALS so expect sporadic updates at idiot-o-clock hours of the night, and maybe yell at me to sleep, eat, study, or drink water whenever i do post 😅

I am up to SO EFFING MANY wips rn on so many different fronts you guys have no freaking idea 😭 so here's a status report for EVERYTHING on or going on sardonic_sprite. (Its gonna be a monster post, y'all, bear with me)

in absolutely no particular order:

Wayne4Ham: We have a LONG way to go with this one, so just be patient and I'll slowly but steadily plug on through. Aaron Burr, Sir, should theoretically take me no longer than end of april

Wayne-Crazy: there's like 4 specific requests on it, plus a few 'series' i started, but after those, say 6-7, i'll probably mark as complete and only re-open if someone offers me an idea

Batman Beginners: i'll tell y'all up front, this one will take me forever. i don't even know what all I intend to cover, but know that i'm halfway done with the DITF arc, and it'll probably come out in the next two months

Just A Kid: this was my shits-and-giggles fic that got like 3000 notes in a weekend lmao. it's something i do intend to continue bc its so fun and i enjoy the concepts in it, but i don't have plans to actively write more of it in the immediate future.

Rev Wayne: just gave y'all Jason's fic, so the next probably won't come until late in summer, extrapolating from my few data points. if anyone has ideas for timmy's intro, let me know, i'd love some inspiration

Celeb Batwaynes: reported separate from wayne-crazy for reasons. i think theres like 12 specific requests plus 2 ideas of my own. i may put out a poll for the next one to write, but not until after school's out, because these fics are HUGE time-eaters for me. speaking of, are non-tumblr-users able to vote on polls?

Welcome to Gotham U: this was again, me doing shit bc why not. will probably add more in the style that i first posted, but i doubt i will write any prose for it. if you would like to give it a try, please reach out, i'd love to see what you write!

One Diamond: every time i touch this i make the cliffhanger worse lmao. i finally do have a direction, but execution is gonna have to wait a while.

The Young, Innocent, and Righteous: this is mostly just for me anyway, but i'm just gonna say that i'm waiting until i finish watching miraculous season 5 before i go any further

AS you wish: i have 5 more requests to do and i am so sorry to everyone waiting you do not deserve this lmao. i promise im trying, i love your ideas, it just takes me a really long time to fill in the rest and then actually write it. the next one on my list is particularly hard to pin down and so it's halting the ones behind it to. if not before, then after finals i will sit and bang my head on the keyboard until something good comes out

Light Isn't Fadin': soooooo many people have asked me about this one oof. SOMEDAY, i swear. right now its a huge, nebulous, hulking monster and im sorry it's just not happening yet.

A christmas carol: wait until december. please

Father's Day: june.

A Little Problem: over the summer, i will watch marvel movies until they once again hijack my brain and fuel this to completion. maybe.

easter eggs: how the fuck did i forget this lmao. i'm doing as much as i can in april, but when the month is done, i'm sorry, we'll all be waiting until next lenten season. hopefully it won't come to that.

aaaaand i THINK that's finally it. there's also a bunch of random paragraphs in word and google docs that may appear, not to mention ideas that kidnap me in dark alleys. but i also have like a good half dozen other wips for other places that im trying to attend to, so please be forgiving if it seems like its taking a while to post something as sprite.

as always, i love questions, comments, concerns, even some complaints, so feel free to interact.

See ya when I see ya!

sprite

[koqabear]

THE TREASURE HAS BEEN BOTH FOUND AND FINISHED. It's literally 4:36am as i'm typing this (it won't be when i press ask 😣) and i think i need to get out of bed and lay on the Ground to properly process the absolute gorjus Filth i just read because HOOOOOLY SHIT. I dont know how but you read my mind every time you come out with a new gyu fic like you're harvesting the thoughts from my brain down to the tropes and inspiration and characterization, like i am such a strong, avid, Devoted maltese/puppygyu Truther. And to make matters worse, i also love mean dom!gyu. and overstimulation. and creampies. ohdkdhg can you tell i have problems???:? ANYWAYS that was actually so good omfg i absolutely need to catch up on all the fics i've missed because </33 i need to stay true to my anon name

as always though, very very great work! i'm super excited for mma tyun (i am going to try my absolute best not to make everything about The Bear) and also loser bitch boy gyu LOL. anyways!! goodnight i have to gts now like it's actually a bit ridiculous how i stayed up playing mc and then to finally read camera shy. do i regret it though? absolutely not.

am i going to reread it when i wake up? hell yeah. – ml

AHHHH THANK YOU ☹️☹️☹️ I think it was like … 5 am? When I posted?? I seriously spent the whole day writing bc I knew that if I didn’t, that wip would nawt have been touched again— and thank god I did ‼️

I AM THE #1 PUPPY GYU SUPPORTER !! You cannot look at that man and tell me that’s not his charm— look at him!!! Those stupid eyes of his are literally a killing point, that man could make me fold with a single glance ! honestly I don’t even know how my brain came up with any of the smut scenes in that fic— it usually takes me forever to write just one, and you’re telling me I wrote three??? Something was definitely in the air that night, bc no way.. I am also excited to mma tyun!! If I can get back to it!! I’ve written yet another stupid wip, but I think I might just lock it back into the vault and focus on my more important stuff 😭 but loser gyu…. I’m literally itching to get back to it.

[thebreakfastgenie]

Gee Sarah how come your mom let you have TWO Hawkeye dying fics

(Seriously I am looking what is the other one 👀👀👀👀)

The other one is pretty different. Ghost AU is a WIP with a detailed outline; this one is at this stage still mostly a vaguely-defined daydream. Also, Hawkeye won't die until the end. I think it needs to end with him dying but I can't envision that until I cleanse the finale of Showtime's The Big C from my brain (I do recommend one episode of that show because there is a recurring joke about Alan Alda's character being great at oral sex for no reason).

In this one, Hawkeye has some kind of terminal illness. I haven't decided what it is, because I have to research what would give me a narratively workable life expectancy and set of symptoms. It's set a few years after the end of the show; I'm not sure how many exactly but probably between 5 and 15. The status quo is that everyone is still friends and still in touch, but they're all busy with their lives, so just not hearing from somebody for a couple of months is not in and of itself a cause for alarm. Daniel Pierce is gone. I'm not sure about Potter, that really depends on how long it's been (they're around the same age).

So Hawkeye gets diagnosed with whatever. He sells the house in Crabapple Cove. He doesn't tell anyone there why, but they just assume it's because it reminds me of his dad. A local buys it. Then he goes to Europe. He never went after the war, so he decides to go now. And he buys a one-way ticket, on a ship.

He's not planning on coming back from Europe, because he's planning on checking out before his disease catches up to him. He even starts making stupid, overly-romantic plans. He kicks around Europe for a while sightseeing.

And then he changes his mind.

He buys a ticket back (and if it's the mid-60s by now he could fly back, but I haven't decided yet if he flies or takes a ship) and he turns up at Margaret's door. He has his charts and all his test results; he had those in Europe with him too because he's weird. He tells Margaret everything and shows her the charts so she can't argue with him. He says he doesn't want anyone else to know and explains the only reason he's telling her now is because, having made the decision to stick it out until his natural end, he's going to need someone to take care of him once it gets bad, and he asks her to do it.

She says yes, of course, and he tries to leave, like great, see ya when I'm on death's door, and she's like hold on. Do you even have a place to live? And moves him into her guest room.

Lots of Hawkeye Margaret friendship at this point but also the main conflict which is that he is still refusing to tell anyone else. She wants him to tell everyone, but she especially wants him to tell BJ, and they fight about it. Eventually she convinces him to go to California and the express purpose of this visit is for Hawkeye to tell him. They have a great time and at the end Hawkeye is planning to tell him, but then BJ says something like "This was so great, we should do this more often!" And Hawkeye's just like "yep :)" and goes home without saying anything.

When Margaret finds out she's livid and he's like I just couldn't bear to break his heart and Margaret's like "you're going to break his heart either way, you're just putting it off so you won't have to see it. If you don't tell him, I'm going to have to do it after you're gone" and Hawkeye's like. Oh. So then he invites BJ to come visit and BJ's like "wow okay I didn't exactly mean right away, but sure!" and he assumes he's going to Maine and Hawkeye's like no actually I'm at Margaret's but he doesn't tell him he's living there, he kind of just implies he's visiting her and turning this into a group hang and BJ's like weird but okay. And then he gets there and Hawkeye tells him the truth and there's a lot of ugly crying.

He definitely tells at least some of the others too but I don't have them all worked out in detail yet. With Trapper, they just sort of hang out occasionally (I may have Margaret living in New England to facilitate this) and at one point they're having a drink and Hawkeye is really going to town on the booze and Trapper--who's mellowed and slowed down a bit since coming home--comments on it (gently and non-judgmentally) and Hawkeye's just casually like "don't worry, my other organs are going to give up on me before my liver gets a chance" and Trapper's like What. So he explains and Trapper takes it pretty well, he's teary and stuff but he keeps it together.

Charles finds out because Hawkeye went to a specialist in Boston when he got diagnosed who has a big mouth and Charles yells at this doctor for talking about patients (I think this was actually allowed but I like giving "takes patient privacy extra seriously" to Charles as a character beat) but then he figures out where Hawkeye is and shows up at Margaret's house like what the hell man.

And then I think it's just a rotating cast of everybody spending time with Hawkeye as he starts getting sicker. I may try to stretch the timespan by saying he got diagnosed early because he noticed an early sign, being a doctor. I think it has to end with him dying but I don't know what that looks like yet.

[paimonial-rage]

i think the establishment of a relationship is super important! it basically defines the way the couple acts in a relationship, so i understand the want to establish the pre-relationship before talking about the relationship. that's one reason why i like plot and longfics as there is space for such growth. i face a similar situation where i find it hard to categorize my fics as fluff or angst, so i've just adopted this belief that if it ends well it's fluff. if it ends badly, it's angst. whatever happens along the way will all lead to the ending so it doesn't matter fluff/angst whatever. i hope in 2023 you will find peace in your writing! may there be progress in the romance and fluff department if that is your goal :)

i'm glad that my encouragement helps, but really, your existence helps me because it's good to know i'm not alone in the x reader community XD (i have so much to say about Writings and how x readers can be more than wish-fulfillment but anyways--another day.)

!!! I WOULD love to read said isekai. i will be patient though because i'm also drafting a rather large project and it has been Months but I have gotten 0 words out. good luck to both of us :) may they be the wips we complete in 2023 HAHA.

lastly, about harem isekai, i 100% agree with your sentiment about it. i personally only read harem isekai after knowing who the main love interest is (novel updates is my go-to for spoilers, fr) and there is an overarching plot that supersedes the romance, so the harem isn't actually the main driver of the plot but just a fun, whimsical arc where the love interests all fight for the protag's attention while everyone is trying to solve the main Plot. (i can't rec anything rn. it has been ages since i last touched isekai, but the genre is dear to my heart </3) -- @milkstore

Okay so first off, thank you for the wonderful anon analysis request thing you sent in. I already decided who to pair with you. LOL I'm almost done!

But yeah you totally get me when it comes to fics. At one point, when I read fanfiction, I preferred more oneshots. But the older I get, the more I prefer longfics. But that's the thing like??? With typical fanfiction, it's okay to do oneshots because the relationship between two characters is already established. When you're writing original fiction or character x reader stuff, nothing is established! That's why I really envy those that can write amazing character x reader fics in a limited amount of words!

The fluff vs angst thing made me laugh. I'm p much the same way. The ending dictates the genre of the story! And yes, I will do my best with honing the skill of romance and fluff. I dislike labels, but if I had to categorize myself, I'd fall more close to being aromantic. I love reading romance, but I don't understand romance and the desire for it on a base level. I understand devotion, loyalty, and a desire for exclusivity, but romance is???? In my mind, relationships go from acquaintance --> friendship --> deep friendship --> deep exclusive bond reminiscent of a couple 5-10 years to their relationship. My brain skips the romance phase. LOL Honestly I just need to do more research.

I'll try to get started on that isekai soon though! It's going to be one of those ones where each character gets a paragraph. Each will get a completely unique isekai plot (they won't be interconnected). But unforitmately…. Like you, I haven't even gotten started yet HAHA. And that's on top of so many other WIPS I have, some technically done. May 2023 give us the strength to complete things :')

As for harem isekai, honestly I'm just laughing at what you wrote bc like?? Only choosing to read a story when you know the end game pair? Spoiling everything with Novel Updates????? THAT'S ME LOOOOL I love things with an overarching story, but seeing everyone fall for the main character always gets me so mad. The other characters just look SO PATHETIC. LIKE THEY'RE USUALLY COOL CHARACTERS TOO. THEY DESERVE MORE. But then again, I'm a loser that hates bad endings. I just want everyone to be happy, so everyone gets a love or nobody does. LOL

[practically-an-x-man]

2, 3, 5, 6, 8, 12 <3333

Thank you!!

WIP Procrastination Asks

2. 🍄Describe your wip/one of your wips in the format of “___ + ___ =___”  

Touch-Starved Character + Reunion

(this format always makes me think of the new MacGyver lol)

3. 🌍What tags or warnings will your / one of your wip(s) need if you intend to share it?

Already answered this, but most of my works fall under a lot of action, angst, and either emotional or physical hurt/comfort. Some of them approach darker themes too, I try to portray those things respectfully but I also won't duck around them if they add dimension to a story

5. ⚠️Which wip your most likely to finish or update next?

I already answered this, but probably another Nikoletta piece I've been working on since my brain hasn't let me work on my other WIPs lately. If not that, I'm gonna try to get the last chapter of A Love Once New out

6. 💾What is your document of your wip/ a wip called? (not the stories actual title but what you’ve saved it as)

Most of them are kinda boring - "Kestrel" "Aces" "Nikoletta (Collection)", usually just a word or two like that

8. ♻️A scrapped idea for your current WIP

If we're talking about the Nikoletta piece/series... I haven't really scrapped anything yet, since we're so early into it? I've kinda just been writing the ideas I want to write. Though I will say that Nikoletta as an OC used to have a much darker power (no pun intended) back in the early drafts

12. ❤️Not a question, just a second kudos to send.

Awww thank you!!

[novelmonger]

Okay, this has been pinging around in my brain all day, and it needs to come out.

Steve Rogers & Fam Play Super Smash Bros!

(Doing this with the gang from my Captain America WIP Take Me In because they're the ones living rent-free in my brain. Yes, yes, it includes two OCs nobody knows yet, but too bad.)

Steve always picks Link because Steve is always right he's always kind of wished he could have a sword to go with his shield. He's also quite fond of the boomerang. Is he a bit slower than some of the others? Sure, but that spin attack is devastating. He wins a respectable percentage of the rounds he plays.

Bucky tends to alternate between Samus and Fox. He likes their speed and their long-ranged attacks, and is particularly good at using Fox's force field and Samus' bombs at just the right time. Steve usually goes after everyone else rather than Bucky, but Bucky doesn't hesitate to take advantage of this and kill Steve without mercy. Steve is taken by surprise every time, and Bucky just smirks to himself. But if they're doing a team battle, and someone lets Steve and Bucky team up? They win every time.

Sam likes to switch around and play various characters, but as a matter of principle he has to begin and end each play session as Captain Falcon, for obvious reasons. And he's actually pretty good with him, especially against slower characters like Link. Whether he's winning or not, he always tries to hit the Taunt button right at the end of the match to "show your moves!"

Sharon favors Kirby. She likes being able to swallow the other characters and steal their abilities to use against them. She also likes to do the Down+B stone smash on Steve and say, "I think I have a crush on you!" while everyone groans. (Steve won't admit it even to her, but he thinks it's kind of hot.) With Kirby, Sharon is fast and ruthless, though she has a weakness for compulsively grabbing and throwing items even when it would be better to focus on just fighting.

The first time they invited Leyla to play, she picked Jigglypuff. While the others were laughing at how uncharacteristic that choice seemed and how they were going to decimate her, Sam felt a creeping sense of dread. Sure enough, Leyla obliterated them all, wearing a serene smile the entire time. After leaving everyone else in the dust five times in a row, Leyla was henceforth banned from using Jigglypuff. Her backup choice is usually Mario or Ness, which puts her on a more even playing field with the others.

Jake spent a year just watching them play, shaking his head vehemently any time someone asked him if he wanted to try, even when they assured him he could play on Daddy's team. But he always liked watching, sitting in a corner of the couch and hugging a pillow to his chest, laughing and cheering along with everyone else. Finally, after a year of observation, he announced one day that he wanted to try. He picked Yoshi, and played on a team with Steve, against Sam and Bucky. The "Mean Green Fighting Machine" (Yoshi and Link) won. They played a few more team battles, and then the first time Jake played in a free-for-all round, he won. Even though he hadn't touched a controller before then, he played like he'd been doing it his entire life. He likes team battles best, especially if his team can be green.

also they play timed battles because that's the only way to go don't @ me

[inky-duchess]

Writer's Guide: Guns

I'm not the biggest fan of guns but I need them in my new WIP. Guns are probably one of the most used tools within most medias, besides being one of the most misused tools. So how can we write them? (my other post on guns focuses on the damage guns can do to a body so go there if that's what your looking for)

Part of a Gun

Action: The action is the brain of the gun. It is the part where you load, fire and eject the casings.

Stock: The stock is the handle of the gun. It is made up of the butt and the fore-end.

Barrel: The Barrel is the nose of the gun, the point where the bullets are fired from. Once a bullet is fired, it travels through the barrel and out the muzzle.

Muzzle: the muzzle is the hole the bullet exit from.

Bore: The bore is the inside of the barrel

Cylinder: The Cylinder holds the rounds in a revolver. It rotates as the gun is fired, pumping bullets into the chamber.

Grip: The Grip is where you hold gun.

Hammer: The Hammer on a revolver is a pin like instrument that strikes the primer which fires the bullet from the gun.

Clip: An clip stores the rounds of ammunition on a single line-like device that can be placed into magazine.

Magazine: The Magazine is a container that is spring activated, which can be detachable of fixed. It holds cartridges for a repeating firearm.

Trigger: The Trigger is what you pull yo fire the gun

Trigger Guard: The trigger guard is the loop that fits in front of the trigger to shield it from accidental firing.

Ammunition

Bullet: is the projectile that exits the gun.

Cartridges/Shell: This is the case, primer, propellant and projectile (bullet). The bullet sits in the cartridge case.

Shotshell: Are rounds of shotgun ammunition, containing pellets rather than a bullet.

Gun Safety

1. Keep the muzzle pointed downwards (not near your feet or others) when not using the gun.

2. Unload gun when not in use

3. Always check the safety.

4. Be sure of your aim. Don't fire blindly because you'll end up wasting bullets and you might hurt somebody

5. If the gun is jammed, don't look down the barrel to see why it's blocked. Point it away from you, open the action and remove the blockage safely.

6. Keep your barrel clean. Any excess cleaning fluid even dirt can mess up your shot or even cause blockages that can burst the barrel

7. Don't alter your gun in any way on your own. Even if you're a self proclaimed expert, don't touch the gun. You can fuck up the intergrity of the weapon.

How to Hold a Handgun

1. Your dominant hand should grip the gun, high along the back strap (back of grip). This will give you better leverage and handle the recoil better.

2. Place your other hand against the other side of the grip. Four fingers should sit snugly under the trigger, while your index finger should rest against the trigger itself.

How to Hande a Rifle/Long barrelled Gun

Hold the rifle with two hands, hold the grip of the rifle with your dominant hand. Your fingers should wrap about the base of the rifle, under the trigger guard.

Your non-dominant hand should be wrapped firmly around the base of the grip. Holding the gun right will help reduce recoil and ensure better control.

How to fire a Gun

Align your sights. Your gun has a sight at the front and at the rear. Aim and align your sights through these points. There should be equal space between the sights.

Set your sight. When you’re aiming a gun, you’re you are looking through the front sight, the rear sight, and your target. When you're aiming at the target, it will look blurry. The sights should but clear.

Press rather than pull the trigger. You should squeeze it, applying constant pressure until the weapon fires.

Things every Writer should know about Guns

Hollow Point Bullets are not more deadly than full metal jacket bullets. Though a hollow point will cause damage, full metal bullets are actually more likely to over-penetrate and move when with the flesh, causing a more devastating wound.

Guns are really loud. How loud exactly? Most heavy duty guns could cause hearing loss. It simply isn't possible for two characters to have a lovely chat while firing weapons.

Rifles with scopes make it easier to shoot but they won't make a beginner a sudden genius marksman. Scopes help but they don't perform miracles.

Shotguns shoot shells not bullets.

Your character should not tuck a just fired handgun into their waistband or else they will get a nasty burn.

Silencers or better yet, suppressors do not silence your shots. They actually lower the sound by a few decibels.

Don't have your character fire gun sideways. They will fuck up their wrist and look stupid while doing it.

Most rifles and shotguns aren't pump action

If you drop your gun, if won't fire itself.

The clip and magazine are two different things. They can't be used as synonyms.

When somebody is shot, they don't go flying back. They crumple on the spot.

The exit wound of a bullet is larger than the entry point.

Most beginners will have trouble with recoil. Bloody noses and black eyes are common is one doesn't know what their doing.

[domjaehyun]

7, 8, 12, 13! :D

THANK YOU OMG okay here i go

7: Which part of writing do you struggle with most?

the part where i have to write 🧍🏽‍♀️ KIDDING but also no i'm not fkjdgsdk i have scene ideas out the wazoo and what's crazy to me is that my brain, the way it fuckin works, i SEE the shit. i either see the scene playing out like a movie OR i will straight up see paragraphs :/ of the fic in my head :/ and im like oh dope jewel just write the words in your head and then i get to my laptop and am abt to write and then my brain wipes the words in my head and goes "hey go look at haechan videos" and well.... what am i gonna do, say no? so tbh i've started making voice notes where i just word vomit everything that's in my head and it's actually fun and easier at times? bc i dont have to worry abt like . "wording it properly" bc i'm so fixated on stuff like that so if i can't find the right word when i'm TYPING it trips me up for ages dsfgskdfj

8: Do you listen to music while you write? If so, share a song that’s been inspiring you lately.

I DO!!!! omg tbh i have a million and one things in place for when i wanna listen to music while writing i have a million playlists that either i made or someone else made and depending on the fic, i have a playlist for like. the fic vibes either for the main character or . the fic in general dfjksdkl so tbh i don't have like One Song i don't think in general but the wip i was working on before i . started thinking abt a new one . has a whole playlist of songs for the main character's vibes and doja cat is a big big influence!!!! tbqh i am actually searching for . a song i can fixate on for this fic somewhat sjkdgskdf music helps me get in the vibes :p

12: Is there a trope you haven’t written yet but really want to?

i answered this one already but there are a few tropes i could answer this with so i'm doing it again!! BYE i was gonna . say 2 of the ones in my masterlist of wips but . ngl it would rly piss me off if i said any of them and then someone wrote one like . bc of me 😭 I DON'T LIKE BEING COPIED and i think that's part of why i don't usually go w the more "out there" ideas i have bc i'm like . if someone writes a fic abt, like, roommates and sexual tension, i won't be like THEY'RE COPYING ME bc the idea existed long before i wanted to write abt it yknow? but like . ppl have way more like . original/out-of-the-box ideas lately and i've seen people... just p much openly taking the ideas and not giving credit idk it really . is not . a thing that i enjoy it makes me really mad actually fdglskdj SO. i'll play it safe (and keep my more "out there" ideas on the down low for rn) and say fake dating is kinda interesting to me!!

13: Is there a trope you wouldn’t write if it was the last trope on earth?

i answered this one earlier too but again i have multiple possible answers fjgsldfjks tbh? there are answers i'd give for this that have literally been requested from me 😭 like they're in my wip list bc someone asked me to write them but i think that'd be mean to call them out bc theyre not Bad Tropes they're just not things i'm interested in at all yknow? TBH I JUST DID A FANFIC TROPE RANKING THING SO . if y'all wanna see my rankings . lmk . yeah <3 but on that list there were a bunch i didn't even think abt fjsgdkjl like tbh most angst tropes i'm not touching ever so . only happy endings as far as im concerned!!

THANK YOU FOR ASKING BTW :D anonnie is asking questions from here btw!!

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Now I want to read your dadkoda stuff 😩 more words, they don’t have to be dadkoda if you don’t want, but awake, beg, wall

anon this ask made me so excited and tumblr just refused to let me answer it on my phone? it deleted my response four times? so let's see if this works on my computer?

also!! i'm still working on the dadkoda oneshots, but wwda does have (or will if it doesn't already, idek what's been posted yet lol) dadkoda, so i def recommend that! i am the slow af to update, but i promise it's not abandoned

okay, back to the ask game!! which i'm putting under a read more cause it gets long (but lowkey it's actually cute so i do recommend reading)

awake is a zukka moment from wwda:

Listening to Sokka’s deep breathing, Zuko forced his breath to line up with his deep inhales and noisy exhales. Even without being awake, Sokka was providing him comfort. Eventually, with his breathing slowed, Zuko was able to drift back to sleep.

beg(ging) is from one of my generic dadkoda wips (that's just it's name cause it's typical after boiling rock set-up, hopefully it won't be super generic lol):

Katara kneeled and brought her glowing hands to rest in Zuko’s hair.

When the cold touched him, a tremor went through the prince’s body. He stopped muttering, but didn't move until Katara finished.

When she moved, he sat up slowly and locked eyes with Hakoda. “I think--” he paused, to take a breath, “I think I forgot where I was for a moment.” He attempted a smile, but Hakoda had never seen the boy look more pained (including only moments before when he had been bashed in the head). “Old habits,” his laugh was slightly more convincing. Barely.

“Old habits?” Hakoda repeated, the implied, ‘of begging to the Firelord?,’ went unspoken.

Zuko pushed himself up, surprising everyone, but most of all Katara. He smiled down at Hakoda. “I left home for personal reasons too.” Hakoda watched him go in silence.

and my favorite is this wwda scene!! (legit i'm so excited for this scene, but sadly i have to cut out before my fave part) for wall:

He vaguely heard a voice, a male voice, complaining. At first he could only discern the tone--angry--through the wall. But as the voice raised, he distinctly heard “I’m going to kill that asshole!”

Zuko didn’t hear anything after that--didn’t hear Hakoda hushing and calming his boyfriend--because he had pulled himself underneath the bed. He moved to the center of the bed in as small a shape as he could manage. His breath shook as he cried as quietly as possible. He was positive that he was going to be killed. In his panic he wasn’t sure why and he wasn’t even sure who. Was it his father who’d gotten angry? What had he done this time? He didn’t mean to--he never meant to.

A knock on the door. Zuko took a gulp of air and held his breath.

“Zuko?” To his fear-addled brain the masculine voice was his father’s. He knew it was only a matter of moments until a boot kicked under the bed. But maybe if he was small enough, if he was quiet enough, maybe Ozai wouldn’t notice him. “Where’d you go?”

He heard the door of the bathroom open and the closet. He was getting light-headed, so almost involuntarily he took a gulp of air.

“Zuko?” the socked feet--why was father in socks?--came closer to the edge of the bed. A face came into view as the man leaned to peer under the bed. “Zuko, why are you under the bed?”

He needed to apologize, for whatever it was he’d done. He wasn’t sure why he wasn’t being hauled out from under the bed, but he needed to apologize before his father changed his mind. He needed to speak, but he couldn’t breathe. He was taking breaths but no air was reaching his lungs.

“Are you okay?” He tried to slow his breathing, desperately tried to take big, slow breaths. But all he could think of was pain and anger.

“It can’t be comfortable down there. Can you come out?”

The man crouched and began to offer a hand to Zuko. He jerked backwards, cramming himself head first against the wall. The man sighed, although oddly he sounded sad, not disappointed. “I’m going to go over here,” he went against the opposite wall. “I’m not going to hurt you. Just--just focus on your breath. You don’t have to come back out until you’re ready.”