#emailing is my enemy I will do everything I can to not have to send an email

[geryone]

Sent 2 emails for work & I do feel like I’m dying

[cherrycola27]

Red, White, and Rooster

Series Warnings: Language, alcohol consumption. Enemies to lovers, relationship of convenience. Political situations. Allegations of affairs, military and political inaccuracies. Eventual smut. 18+ Minors DNI. Banner Credit: @thedroneranger

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Chapter 1: The Election

The news of Bradley's heroism spread like wildfire across the media outlets, causing him and Jake to sky rocket in the polls.

Two weeks later, it was Election Day. You were up bright and early, putting the finishing touches on his victory speech. You didn't prepare one if he lost, that wasn't going to happen.

You'd been keeping track, and with all the early votes counted, Bradley had a slight lead. You watched results come in all morning.

At 9:30, you, Bradley, Jake, and the rest of the campaign staff went to the polls to vote. You were buzzing as you clicked the box next to his name.

You'd been busy all morning fielding phone calls, sending emails, and answering questions. The only thing keeping you going was iced coffee and sheer adrenaline.

It was approaching 1pm, and Bradley noticed he hadn't seen you eat anything all day. He came over to your desk with a sandwich and a bottle of water.

"Can't have my main girl passing out on me." He said as he placed them on your desk.

You rolled your eyes but thanked him before shoveling down your food.

When the polls closed at six on the East Coast, Bradley and Jake's lead had increased. The three of you sat with baited breath as one by one, the news outlets from across the nation announce the official closing of the polls. Once the West Coast polls had closed, you still had another three hours to wait until Hawaii and Alaska closed, but you knew the six total electoral votes they held wouldn't matter. Especially when California declared their winner.

Bradley and Jake were sitting comfortably at 238, either projected or confirmed electoral votes. Even if, by some chance, they didn't win California, their opponents wouldn't have enough to overtake them to win.

It's exactly 2:13 in the morning D.C. time when the official announcement is made.

The office was quiet. You'd sent everyone home for the night. You, Bradley, and Jake had stayed huddled in your office. Jake had just stepped to the bathroom when the news came through.

Bradley Nicholas Bradshaw was the president-elect and will be the 47th president of the United States. He had done it. You had done it.

You and Bradley jumped up and down, screaming your heads off like a bunch of kids. You went to hug him, but in a moment, that caught you off guard. He grabbed your face and kissed you.

You both froze as he pulled away. "I—uh— sorry—" He stuttered.

"It's fine. We just got caught up in the excitement. No harm, no foul." You brushed it off. "We can pretend it didn't happen. No worries." You smiled at him.

You turned away to watch the announcement again and to answer your phone. Your mom was calling you to congratulate you. You missed the flash of hurt that crossed his face.

"I heard the yelling from down the hall! Did we do it? Did we win?" Jake bursts into the room out of breath from running.

"Yeah, man, we did." Bradley tells him in a sullen voice.

"Did something happen while I was gone?" Jake asks, looking between you on your phone and Bradley.

"No, I'm just—" Bradley shakes his head. He doesn't know what to say.

"Rooster, you're going to be the fucking president! Smile! Scream! Cheer! Call Maverick and the gang while I get the bubbly!" Jake shakes him before heading to the kitchen. "We won the fucking White House!" Jake cheers as he heads down the hall.

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After the election, you stepped into your roll of Cheif of Staff seamlessly. You made sure everything was ready for inauguration day, which was finally here.

An unexpected perk of your new position was the clothes that came with it. With you being in the public eye, fashion brands were reaching out to send you clothes all the time. It came in handy for days like today.

For Bradley's inauguration, you were wearing an Alexander McQueen coat dress in a lavender shade. It had an asymmetrical skirt and pearl button details. You'd paired it with a nude pair of Jimmy Choo pumps, pearl earrings, and a set of simple layered silver necklaces. You'd taken care to make sure Jake and Bradley coordinated with you. Purple had been a theme during their campaign, and you planned to continue that during their term.

You were waiting with Bradley, Jake, and a few other officials when a member of the inaugural planning team came up to the three of you.

"Excuse me, Ms. Wiseman, Mr. Bradshaw, Mr. Seresin. We seem to have a problem." He spoke.

"What? Is there a security threat?" You asked, ready to take action if needed.

"No, ma'am, a logistical issue. We have no one to hold the Bible." He clarified.

"What?" Bradley furrowed his brows. You sighed. How could you have forgotten that.

He looks at you for clarification as you explain, "Traditionally, the First Lady holds the Bible or sacred text that the new president gets sworn in upon. But you don't have a First Lady. So I guess we could get—"

"You're going to hold it for me." Bradley states, cutting you off before you can say anything else.

"Excuse me?" You look at him baffled.

"I said you're going to hold it for me." He crosses his arms over his chest in a matter of fact way.

"Why? Because I'm the highest ranking member of your team or because I'm a woman who needs to fill a specific gender role?" You shoot back at him.

"Because I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for you. You made this possible." He tells you. Your gaze softens, and you relax your shoulders.

"Fine." You sigh. You don't have the time to argue with him.

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You can't hear the crowd over the rush of blood in your ears. You're standing on the steps of the Capital Building, Bible in hand, just as Bradley is about to be sworn in. He places his hand on the cover, and you give him a smile as he repeats the oath of office.

Cameras click and flash, and it takes everything in your power not to jump up and down as soon as the Cheif Justice shakes his hand and says "Congratulations Mr. President."

It was real. It had happened. You had done it. You let out a sigh that you had been holding in for over a year as you put on a picture-perfect smile for the camera before getting ready for the inaugural parade.

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After the parade, your things have been moved into your room in the White House. You'd been given the Queen's Room. You rolled your eyes when you heard that was where you would be living, but you were thankful to have your own tucked away area to yourself.

You were finishing getting ready for the inaugural ball. You'd traded out your lavender suit for a deep burgundy, off the shoulder ballgown. It had a tasteful slit, and most importantly, pockets for you to keep your phone and other necessities in with out having to worry about a purse.

Your hair was swept up in a low bun. You'd paired the outfit with delicate diamond earrings and a diamond tennis bracelet. You worn classy makeup, but a red lip, the same shade of your dress, adorned your face.

You had just fixed your earpiece to make sure it was out of sight when you heard a knock on your door.

"Come in!" You called out as you fiddled with an earring in the mirror.

"Hey, I—wow." Bradley stepped in. He paused to take in your appearance. Sure he'd seen you dressed up before, but nothing like this.

"You look beautiful." He told you with a twinkle in his eye.

"Thank you." You smiled at him. He had come in here for a reason, but now he couldn't remember what it was. Every thought in his brain went away the the moment your red lips quirked up into a smile.

"Is there something I can help you with, Mr. President?" You goaded him.

"Oh—urm—my tie." He gestured to it. "You always tie my tie." He looked at you sheepishly.

You let out a breathy laugh before striding across the room to help him.

Your perfectly manicured fingernails made quick work of his tie. "It's black this time." He remarked.

"Thought a black bow tie would go nicely with your tuxedo." You tell him. "And you're wearing red. What happened to the purple?" He joked with you.

"I'm wearing burgundy, which is a purple based red." You shoot back, cutting your eyes to look up at him. "Plus, you're official now. We can change it up some. Alright, all done. You look good, Mr. President." You pat his chest and step back.

He catches your wrist before you can walk away. "Wait! I have something for you. A thank you gift." He says.

He reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out a long velvet box. He opens in. Inside is a beautiful, oval diamond pendant on a thin silver chain.

"Bradley!" You breathe out. "It's beautiful, but it's too much. I can't accept it." You tell him.

"You can, and you will." He says sternly. "You got me the Oval Office. Thought I'd get you something oval, too." He grins.

"Help me put it on?" You ask him. He nods his head as you move to stand in front of the mirror.

He carefully takes it out of the box and comes to stand behind you. He pauses for a moment and swallows thickly before brushing a few stray hairs from your neck. He doesn't miss the small hitch in your breath.

He brings the chain around you. You hold it in place as he hooks the clasp. His fingers linger for just a moment. You smile at him in the mirror. Your perfume fills his noses. His senses are overwhelmed. He thinks about how easy it would be right now to lean down and place a kiss to the spot where your neck meets your shoulders.

Another knock at the door and a voice in your earpiece causes both of you to jump.

You clear your throat as both of you move to exit.

The party is in full swing when you step onto the stage. The room gues quiet as you walk up to the podium.

"Ladies and gentlemen," you being. "It is my pleasure to introduce to you, President Bradley Bradshaw and Vice President Jacob Seresin!" The crowd applaudes as then men stride out.

They both give speeches and mingle for a bit.

You're happily sipping on champagne when the coordinator for the evening comes up to you. "Ms. Wiseman, it's time for the president's first dance." She informs you.

"No, you must be mistaken. We decided not to do a first dance, seeing as there is no First Lady." You tell her.

"Ma'am, the president himself specifically requested this at the beginning of the evening." She insists.

You groan and set your champagne down. "Where is he?" You ask her. She quickly tells you his location, and you brush past her to find him.

"Y/N! There you are!" Bradley smiles at you. "When were you planning on telling me you changed the schedule? Who are you even going to dance with?" You scold him.

"You." He says. "What? No! I already held the Bible for you. I have filled my stereotypical gender role for the day! I have emails to send and calls to return!" You yell at him.

Before you can do anything else, he snatches your phone out of your hand and tucks it into his suit pocket.

A low warning sound, similar to a growl, leaves your throat as you stare daggers at him.

"Relax. One dance and you can have it back." He tells you. You flare your nostrils and take a deep breath.

"Fine." You grumble out. He takes your arm and loops it around his as he escorts you out to the crowd.

He sweeps you around the room as "I've Had the Time of My Life" is played by the string quartet.

As soon as the music is over, something more lively is played, and everyone joins you on the dance floor. True to his word, he gives you back your phone. As the night winds down, the secret service assures you that they have everything under control and they will come find you if something happens.

You thank them and sneak off from the party. Once you're back in the safety of your room, you press your back against the door and sigh.

One day down, one thousand four-hundred sixty to go.

So I just wanted to say thank you for the love the prologue got! I hope yall enjoyed chapter 1!

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[mayajadewrites]

Suguru Geto x Reader: Never Say Never

Hi!! Geto is my favorite JJK character, so I knew I had to create a fanfic for him since I rarely see any! This is geto x reader, but I will be using first person instead of saying "you" constantly. This series will have smut.

This is a modern Suguru Geto AU!

Summary: Reader and Geto have been basically raised together. They've been enemies, frenemies, friends, and now roommates. Has there been a connection all this time that both of them have ignored? What are they willing to do to prove this connection wrong?

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Suguru Geto has been my sworn enemy since I was in diapers. We were born about 2 months apart, and our families never let us forget. His parents and mine are very close, like close enough for us to spend holidays together.

Suguru has always been a source of not only competition, but annoyance. He was always making fun of me or pushing me down the slide when our parents weren't looking. While he has gotten older, that doesn't mean he's matured. We fight every day, some say like a married couple. I would not want to be caught dead in a marriage with Suguru Geto.

Now, in our final year of college, I can say that Suguru has grown A BIT. We still hang out constantly, but we also have other friends that balance us out. Gojo, Shoko, and Nanami.

The 5 of us rent out a house together so we can stay near campus and have cheap rent. This also meant complete chaos almost every weekend, courtesy of Satoru Gojo.

"Knock, knock." Geto burst my door open, without actually knocking.

"You know you're supposed to knock on the door before you enter, not say it." I lift my eyes from my book. "What is it?"

"What book are you reading?" Suguru leaned against my doorframe, his tall stature taking up most of the space.

"Suguru I swear, what the hell do you want?"

"I just came in here to say..... you're late to your last class. By like, 30 minutes."

I grabbed my phone and gasped, glaring at Suguru. "You waited until NOW to tell me?!"

"I didn't know it was my responsibility to get you to class on time."

"You knew I was reading, and when I read -"

"You get immersed into the world within the words. I know." Suguru shook his head. "It's one day. I'm sure your professor will be fine with it."

"Who am I? Gojo? I can't sweet talk my way out of things. Speaking of, where is that white haired rodent?"

"I think he's hosting a woman in his room."

The house was mapped out with my room and Geto's room on the first floor, while Gojo, Nanami, and Shoko have their rooms upstairs.

I'm used to sharing almost everything with Suguru, so a bathroom was nothing. The only thing that sucked was hearing girls moans from his room when he decided to bring them home from a night out.

"I'll send my professor an email saying I felt sick. Next time, please get me out of my reading trance if I'm late."

"You got it." Suguru winked, turning on his heel and walking out of my room.

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"Shoko, do we have to go out?" I whine, brushing my hair.

"It's Gojo's birthday. We have to. He's gonna drag us out against our will anyways."

I scoff, finishing the curls in my hair. Gojo always goes all out for his birthdays, obviously this year is no different. He reserved a table at a club with his favorite bottles. As his roommates, we're obligated to go.

I ran my fingers over my black ribbed midi dress, accentuating my every curve.

"Your ass looks fat as hell." Shoko smiled, smacking it lightly. "Someones trying to bring a guy home tonight."

"If I bring anyone home, it'll be when no one is here. I hear enough from Suguru and Satoru." I tie my heels up my shins, kicking them up to show Shoko. "The only man in this house that's respectful is Nanami."

"Kento keeps to himself, that's why. He doesn't like hookups, he wants a wife."

"Smart man." I finish my look with my favorite pair of gold earrings, twirling my body. "How do I look?"

"Like any man is gonna want a piece of you." Shoko smiled, flattening her dress. She's sporting a tight, short, green dress with chunky heels.

"Ladiessssssssss." Satoru sang. "It's time to go. The Gojo train is exiting the building."

"Coming!" I grab Shoko's hand and leave my room. The boys are gathered in the living room, Satoru obviously looking the most... well, Satoru. Nanami is wearing a grey suit with a patterned tie, his undercut freshly done. Suguru is wearing a plain black suit with his hair tied up in a bun, but a couple of pieces of hair are in his face.

"Damn." Gojo whistled at Shoko and I. "You ladies clean up real nice."

"Tone it down birthday boy." I roll my eyes, grabbing my purse from the counter. "This happens once a year, so we do this for you."

"I'm eternally grateful." Gojo bowed, his glasses at the bridge of his nose, exposing his piercing blue eyes.

I couldn't help but notice Suguru's eyes glued on me. He's a man of few words, but his body tells a whole story. His eyes followed every curve, mesmerized by the movement.

I'm blaming it on the fact that I never wear dresses like this.

"You ladies do look beautiful." Nanami said, pressing his hands to our shoulders.

"Thank you, Kento." I look to Suguru, who looks like he's fresh out of words for the day.

Nanami ordered the Uber, so it was outside as we all were ready. The Uber was on the same type of time we were - playing club music and lifting our spirits more.

Suguru and I were in the back, per usual. Satoru always wanted to have the front seat, Nanami and Shoko got car sick, so we were stuck with the worst seats.

"Hey," Suguru looked at me with his chocolate colored eyes. "I didn't want to say this in front of Gojo, but you look beautiful."

"Are pigs flying? Is hell freezing over?" I look around, acting like the world is falling.

"That's the last time I compliment you." Geto shook his head, glancing at the window.

We hit a pot hole and my body flys into Suguru's, my tits pressed against his chest.

"Sorry!" The driver said with a toothy smile. "They need to fix these roads."

"Of course you don't have your seatbelt on." Suguru rolled his eyes, but didn't push me off of him.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know you were the seatbelt police." I pulled the seatbelt over my chest. "Won't happen again, sir." I salute, while Geto sucks his teeth.

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The club's music is blaring, so much so that I can barely hear a word anyone is saying. Gojo knows everybody, so he's mingling and celebrating his birthday his favorite way - by having other people celebrate him.

I'm sipping on my rum and pineapple, swaying my hips to the music next to Shoko. Geto and Nanami are close by, observing the crowd. Both of them are quiet and like to enjoy the environment since their social batteries are always running low.

"Come on boys, let's dance!" Shoko grabbed Nanami and Geto's hands, bringing them to the dance floor. "You too!" Shoko called my name.

Against my will, I followed Shoko. I'm not the best dancer but I'm not standing by myself at Gojo's table.

Shoko loves to dance, so she's in her element. Nanami dances like an old man - but it's cute at the same time.

Geto sticks by your side, not sure of what to do. He usually follows what Gojo does, since everything Gojo does is 100x more embarrassing than anything he could do.

I start to move my hips to the rhythm of the music when I feel a pair of hands on my waist. The hands are strong and come with a strong fragrance of cologne.

"That dress looks delicious on you." The man whispered in your ear. "My name is Toji."

I told him my name, taking in his features. He's rather muscular with long black hair that covers some of his face.

I put my hand on the back of his neck, pulling him toward me gently. "Do you always grab random women?" I say in his ear.

"Only the ones that look like you." Toji whispered in my ear, earning a smile from me.

I could feel Suguru's eyes burning a hole into my skin.

[honeyedboneset]

hello! i'm boneset (or bone). thanks for stopping by my super-specific search thread! if interested, please leave a reply or dm me!

a bit about myself: she/her. I'm currently in my late 20's and have been writing/roleplaying in some shape or form for 12+ years. i'm in grad school (and will be for awhile) and work full time in mental healthcare. occasionally, days are wild. 

when it comes to writing, i generally write somewhere between 500-1k words a post. the shorter the post, the faster i can write. i definitely value someone who's writing fits with mine over length or anything like that. i'm also super flexible when it comes to post rate. if it takes a little bit, that's totally fine! especially if we do build a rapport. i want this to stay as something that's fun for both of us. it's a hobby, so it comes after everything else.

doubling. i play a canon for you, you play one for me, and i love every character as my own. OR we both play two ocs who fall in love against their will. Idc.

m!canon x f!oc preferred (or m!oc x f!oc). I know who I am. I have no shame. I’m so super cautious about m// and f// after years of running into folks treating it as a fetish.

ooc chatting. for the rps that have survived my hiatuses, it's been because we made friends, or at least friendly. i like talking, sharing head canons, all that stupid crap. tldr: i need someone to send memes to.

ooc over discord, please, after we’ve graduated to that. DMs first if you don’t mind.

email, discord, gdocs, and tumblr in order of preference for the roleplay but I'm open to any.

i am a sap for romance. less so for super slow burns. sue me. I can barely read slow burn much less write it.

500-1000 words is my sweet spot for responses, but i'm not that fast of a writer, depending on what's going on. see: why i like ooc.

hard limits: be 18+ (21+ preferred) | will not write with people who identify as male (he/him) | incest | fetish stuff | abo | pwp | pedophilia | furries/beastiality | explicitly written sexual assault | abusive relationship dynamics between main characters | heavy substance abuse | main settings being medical | most highschool settings/underage characters | genuine love triangles or infidelity between main characters

pairings and all below the break!

for fandoms, I’m going to list what I’m looking to play the oc in. I am super duper happy to play nearly any canon character for you.

the walking dead:  ＊i haven't seen the spin-off series. super comfortable going as AU as we want. ＊looking for: glenn (pls pls pls), daryl ＊will play: rick, daryl, shane, negan, others probably ＊some vibes: people who knew each other prior to the zombies meeting each other again after, dead rising vibes, traveling through the wilderness, overgrown and rundown towns and cities, towns that have gone mad, human enemies, natural threats, fluff, megamalls, amusement parks, adventure, horror, fluff, uneasiness in the calm, found family, hesitant allies

resident evil: ＊i like it all, okay? welcome to racoon city, all the games, the animated films...even the live action netflix put out! it's just FUN. ＊looking for: leon, piers, carlos ＊will play: chris, albert, luis, piers, etc. ＊some vibes: hurt/comfort extreme, international adventures, partners in life and in work, idk absolute insanity. vacation? what's a vacation, there's always zombies, basically the evil of capitalism, embrace the weird of the game universes (i mean really. there's werewolves)

the last of us: ＊i've played both games and watched the show ＊looking for: tommy miller, m!oc ＊will play: joel, ellie, others, m!oc ＊some vibes: FIX IT JESUS, protecting family, human enemies, natural threats, antagonistic towns, lost in the wild, weird periods of domestic easiness followed by hurt/comfort hell red dead redemption: ＊i've played rdr and rdr2. kind of familiar with revolver. ＊looking for: charles smith ＊will play: arthur, john, dutch, others (but not micah) ＊some vibes: railroad turmoil, dutch has lots of plans (very little outcomes), high society meets the old west, running from the law, causing problems, adventures in the big city, trying to leave old lives behind, forbidden love, enemies to lovers

fallout: ＊i've played 1, 2, 3, 4, 76 & NV. mainly looking for nv. ＊looking for: m!oc ＊will play: ask for canons, m!oc ＊some vibes: causing chaos in the wastes, embracing the local cryptid status of the player character, toxic people everywhere, attempting to survive, mercenaries, prostitutes, salt of the earth managing to do some good against their will, traveling to other locations avatar the last airbender ＊i've seen the show several times, live action, and korra, but haven't read comics. ＊looking for: adult!sokka ＊will play: adult!zuko, ask for other canons! ＊some vibes: post series feeling out their new roles in society, rebuilding following war, uprisings from unhappy sections, earth kingdom is just as big of a mess as firenation please help, 'forbidden' relationships, political drama, festival romance

original(ish) story vibes:

zombies! please zombies. love it. media inspo: l4d, deadrising, resident evil, twd, george romero

fantasy. royalty, pirates, mermaids, adventures, curses, and extra doses of romance. some assassins? hiding from responsibility? childhood friends to lovers and enemies finding common ground. media inspo: ACOTAR, lord of the rings, ever king, damsel, fire emblem, (for modern of these vibes) new protectorate by abigail kelly

urban fantasy vibes. witches and monsters, and romance and weirdness. maybe some monsters. eldritch beings. small town, rural america? media inspo: x-files, teen wolf, supernatural, stay a spell by juliette cross, scooby doo, being human, folk haven by lauren connolly, old gods of appalachia

cowboys! Modern? Traditional? I do not care i love cowboys and the south, just minus all of those….you know, issues. media inspo: red dead redemption, man from snowy river, yellow stone, lyla sage books

[vivioluh]

my favs !!!

key: fluff (F), angst (A), suggestive (S), crack (C), mature (M)

note: mostly all of my reposts are just fics!!!! these are only my favourite, but every fic i repost is really good :)

updated as of january 24th

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✩ bangchan ! 빙찬

(S) pretty, stupid. by hyungszn

╰┈➤ lip gloss makes pretty boy prettier.

(M, ~6.2k) ghostface by bruh-changbin

(M, ~3k) pussydrunk by seungminheart

╰┈➤ eager to please chan eating you out... say less

(M, 2.3k) bulge kink by straykeeds

✩ leeknow ! 리노

(F, ~18K) enemies to lovers project by softukiyos

╰┈➤ 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘫𝘪𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘨'𝘴 𝘱𝘴𝘺𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘺 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘫𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦 -- 𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘮𝘺, 𝘭𝘦𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘩𝘰, 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘵. 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩, 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥.

(F) routine by ronnierites

╰┈➤ it was your routine.

(F) hairtime by ppiri-bahng

╰┈➤ your daughter does your husbands and your own hair

(F, S, A, ~26.5k) lost in translation by moonjxsung

╰┈➤ The older brother of the boy you babysit is an enigma, in every sense of the word- and you’re determined to figure him out.

(a/n: lost in translation is seriously one of the best fics i’ve read on here. the plot, the setting, the characterization; everything about it was my perfect cup of tea)

✩ changbin ! 창빈

(M, ~10K) kind regards by staytheword

╰┈➤ Seo Changbin. Every time you get an email from me, you feel your blood boil. What a conceited, terrible human being. You have to work together, but it doesn't mean you have to like him. In fact, you only feel hate towards him. So what if you have no idea what he looks like, so what if you have never met him? Nothing could change your mind about him. Right?

✩ hyunjin ! 현진

(F, S, 2K~) lost by jinhyun

╰┈➤when hyunjin invites you over to watch a movie. or maybe two.

(M, ~2K) hide the scissors by 97percentsteamy

╰┈➤ Hyunjin has run out of ways to insinuate he's way too horny for you so he makes a shocking declaration.

✩ seungmin ! 승민

(F, A, ~20K) eighteen by soobnny

╰┈➤ it takes you a while to realize being known is being loved, and kim seungmin just so happens to be an expert in the study of you.

(F, ~2K) home run by latteseungs

╰┈➤ technically, adding your birthday as seungmin's baseball jersey number was not really against any rules

(M, ~4K) good puppy by woooahaee

╰┈➤ your boyfriend is sick of his friends calling him your pet until you tell him you agree with them

(F) time by ronnirites

╰┈➤ little moments of love

(F, ~2.5K) the things we define as love. by soobnny

╰┈➤ a study of love through the lens of a tired photography student who has long given up on romance

(M) hair pulling by straykeeds

✩ han ! 한

(F, ~2K) met odd by soobnny

╰┈➤ you get to know han jisung under strange circumstances or alternatively “we live in the same floor and the room between ours always has really loud sex so now we’re both in the main lounge at 2am… do you want this last bit of ice cream?”

(M, ~8K) one click by seospicybin

╰┈➤ Han has a habit of stalking you online and wishes to get to know you in real life. He finally gets his wish after one night of accidentally sliding into your DM.

(M, ~3.5K) request by smoonjis

╰┈➤ Jisung as a cute nerdy college librarian who's very famous around the campus for being cute but has no idea about it.

(F) drunk confessions by hyunniesgirl

╰┈➤ Prompt 17: "I’m not drunk. Can a drunk person do this?" "You’re not doing anything." "But… I sent you my love. Did you… did you not get it?"

(M) track list by huihuiheart

╰┈➤ Jisung sends you his completed tracklist at 3am hoping for input, only there was something unexpected on the list instead.

(M) treat her right by quokkawritesarchive

╰┈➤ jisung boy best friend who treats reader right and fucks her until she forgets about her ex.

✩ felix ! 용복

(F, ~7K) my treat by skzhua

╰┈➤ brownie boy was a myth for you. since the first day you had stepped on the campus, everybody would be praising brownie boy. you could not believe that a grown man was kind enough to be giving out free food, good food. when brownie boy heard about your suspicions, he was more than willing to prove you wrong.

✩ jeongin ! 정인

(F, A, ~47K) 24 to 25 by awooghan

╰┈➤ “stay for christmas?” was a phrase jeongin first uttered to you when you were both ten years old, but neither of you had any idea the bond those three little words would hold as the years go by.

(F, ~1.4K) touch by luvtora

╰┈➤ 'physical touch refers to expressing and receiving affection through touch, physical closeness, and other forms of physical connection'.

(F, M, ~10.9k) better and better by seungminheart

╰┈➤ a weekend getaway with your best friend is the cure for all your stress; at least, its supposed to be. so then, why does he end up spending the whole trip stressed instead...? OR, jeongin has been obsessed with you for years. (unfortunately for him, you are painfully oblivious to it all. guess he has no choice but to fuck the shit out of you until you notice.)

(F, M) looking out for you by skzwaves

╰┈➤ relationships at work are a no-go for you but the tension you feel with your coworker makes you rethink your morals

(M) voyeurism by tasteracha

✩ ot8 !

coffee shop series by hanjisick

╰┈➤ downtown, hidden in a strip of small businesses, every local’s favorite coffee shop could be found. one step inside, and it’s easy to tell why. the walls were covered in vines and paintings, small knickknacks and vases, a few plants here and there. a dusty record player sat on the wooden shelf for the eight boys to dance around to all day, singing along as they cleaned dishes and served warm cups of coffee. which drink would you choose?

(M) dry humping w skz by hyunjinfairy

╰┈➤ you dry humping with your skz boyfriend

[cinemastyles-blog]

A-hole to Everyone but You

Summary: Anon request on Wattpad - “hey i have a request for dirty harry one shots! can we get an enemies to lovers where harry totally tortures the mc, with toys and doesn't allow her to cum multiple times? tyyy”

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, asshole!harry, toy play, oral (both), fingering, unprotected sex, filth

This is a lot longer than I thought it was going to be.. enjoy!

Master

“Okay so you have a meeting with the agency at ten am tomorrow and then you-“ you let out a gasp as you run into the back of Harry.

“Shit. Sorry.” You look up at him as he turns around, “Are you ever paying attention?”

You look up at him, “I wa-“

“Not paying attention, obviously.” He rolls his eyes and sighs, “At least I didn’t spill my coffee like last time.”

You chew the inside of your cheek, trying to remain calm, “I was just going through your-“

“Cancel everything tomorrow.”

“Cancel everything? Harry these meetings are important.” You cross your arms and stare at him.

He nods, “Yeah, but I said cancel them, fuck.”

He turns around and you roll your eyes as you just start sending texts and emails to the people Harry had meetings with tomorrow, making sure to look up every once in a while to not piss him off anymore than you know he already is.

You’ve been Harry’s assistant for a little over a year now. You heard from multiple people that Harry was an absolute asshole, so you know it was going to be part of the job.

But sometimes, he can be a bit dramatic. You told him that one time, and you thought you were done right then and there. As much as you want to give him a piece of your mind, you can’t afford to lose this job, so you just bite your tongue most of the time.

You seen Harry lose his shit on three different people at three different times and then you never seen them again. It made you kind of scared of him, but it also made you wonder as to why and even how you were still with him sometimes.

Little did you know, you were about to find out.

——

You sat in the hotel room, deleting and retyping emails. Getting more and more pissed as you tried to figure out how to explain to them as why the meetings were canceled because Harry never gave you a reason.

“Harry canceled because he’s a total ass.” You mumble as your fingers hit the lit up keys. You wanted to type that out so bad, but knowing your luck, you’d accidentally send it and then you’d be the one that Harry is losing his shit on.

You hear a knock on your hotel door and you sit your laptop down, “one second.”

You grab your sweater and throw it on quickly as you walk to the door. You look through the peep hole and let out a sigh.

“Hey, Harry.” You force a smile as you open the door, “What’s up?”

He nods towards the hallway, “Come with me.”

Shit, shit, shit, you thought to yourself as you walked down the hall to his room. This is it. He’s firing me, I’m about to lose everything, your thoughts race in your mind.

Rehearsing what exactly you’d say to him when he starts getting nasty. How exactly you’d put him in his place before you left him forever.

He pushed open his door and held it open for you to walk in first.

“Thanks.” You muttered lowly as you walked in. You looked down at your bare legs and feet and closed your eyes, this man really could make you do anything he wanted.

“I wanted to.. apologize for earlier today.”

You turn your head to look at him, laughing slightly, “Don’t worry about it, Harry. I should have been paying attention.” Your words have a slight sarcastic tone to them.

He shrugs it off, “It happens, I know I can be a little hard sometimes.”

All the time, you think but shake your head, “I get it.”

“Are you scared of me, y/n?”

His question throws you off, “No.” you shake your head, “Why would you think that?”

“The hesitation you have sometimes makes me think other wise, love.” He chuckles slightly, “I don’t want you to be scared of me.”

“I’m not, Harry.”

He walks over to you and you stand still, watching his movements. He does make you nervous, but you’re not scared of him. His anger is something else, but you know that you’d be able to take it because he secretly turns you on way more than anything.

“You don’t have to fear me, sweetheart. You’re the only person I wouldn’t ever hurt.”

At this point, you’re confused. Very lost in what he’s trying to tell you.

“What do you mean?” You tilt your head slightly and look at him.

“What I mean is..” he chuckles slightly, “I don’t ever mean to be an asshole to you on purpose. I just have to act like I don’t like you so they don’t fire you.”

“Y-you.. I’m sorry. You’re sayin-“

“I like you. A lot, y/n.”

You keep your composure, trying not to let it show that his words excite you, “I like you.”

“Do you?”

You nod, “I do.”

He chuckles slightly and brushes hair off of your shoulder.

His touch lights you on fire.

You can’t make a full sentence, “Fire me? Why wo-“

“Because you would be considered a distraction. But in my defense, I’m pretty good at hiding how I truly feel, if you haven’t noticed.”

You smile slightly and bite your lip, “Is that why you had three differ-“ he cuts you off, “They were no where near as good as you.”

You smile and look down. He lays his fingers under your chin and tilts your head up, “You’re the best assistant I’ve ever had, only one who doesn’t cock off with an attitude towards me without reason. You handle me better than anyone I’ve ever come in contact with.”

You swallow, kinda feeling guilty that you called him an ass and many other names in your time with him.

“I want to make it up to you, but you also have to do something for me?”

“Anything.” You blurt out without thinking of the consequences of your words.

“I want to pleasure you, is multiple different ways.” He leans in and presses his lips to your neck, “But you have to do something for me.”

You nod and he smirks, “you can’t cum until I tell you to.”

A shaky breathe leaves your lips, “Okay.”

He winks and nods, “Follow me.”

He leads you to the bed and has you sit down, “Go ahead and undress, get comfortable.” He slips his shirt off over his head and his body amazes you.

You have seen him shirtless multiple times, but now is the first time you can actually have a reaction and it feels so good.

“You’re so sexy.” You whisper just enough for him to catch what you say.

He smiles and walks over, placing a hand around your throat as he crashes his lips onto yours, “As are you.”

He stands up, leaving you in a slight haze, “Now undress for me, love. I want to see what you have under those clothes.”

You nod and stand up, undressing as he walks over to his suitcase, looking over his shoulder at you a few times. A smirk on his lips each time.

You reach behind you to unclip your bra but he stops you, “Mm, let me.”

He drags his fingers up your back, unhooking your bra. You close your eyes as you feel his hands touch your skin as he slides the straps down your arms.

“Turn around.”

You slowly turn to face him and a smile spreads across his lips.

He shakes his head and kneels down, sliding his hands up your legs as you stand there looking down at him. He hooks his fingers into the band of your panties and pulls them down.

You step out of them and he stands up, shoving them into the pocket of his jeans, “Lay down.”

You turn and crawl onto the bed, laying flat on your back, waiting for Harry to come back over to you.

You hear a click and buzzing sound for a moment before it goes silent. You swallow and take a deep breathe, scratching the bed with your nail anxiously.

“Alright, love.” Harry walks around and sits on the edge of the bed, “Ready?” He gently lays a hand on your leg, his thumb strokes your skin as you nod in excitement.

He bites his lip as he spreads your legs, his eyes going straight to your cunt. You start to feel a bit shy but that feeling doesn’t last long because Harry leans down and pushes his tongue between your folds, groaning as he tastes you.

“Fuck.” You gasp and arch your back up, “H-Harry.”

He shifts his body and grips your thighs, his finger nails digging into your skin, causing pain to mix with the pleasure.

You reach down and grip his hair, “Shit. Shit.” You move your hips down, trying to get more.

Harry leans up and pins your hand to the bed, “Eager little thing, aren’t we?” He smirks and twists around to grab something off the bed.

He hold it up, “What are the rules?”

“I can’t cum until you tell me to.”

He nods, “Good girl. I promise, I’ll let you cum, I just want to get to know your body first.”

His words send a thrill through you, goosebumps forming on your skin, “Okay.”

You tilt your head up, watching as he rubs the toy against your clit, “You have a beautiful pussy, y/n.”

You smile slightly, “T-thank you.”

He twists the end, turning on the vibration.

You jolt at the sudden feeling against your clit, moaning out as your head falls back onto the pillows.

“That’s it baby, tell me how good it feels.” Harry reaches down, pushing two fingers inside of you, “Fuck, you’re soaked.”

You whine as the feeling, arching your back as he thrusts his fingers in deep, curling them upward.

You already want to cum. You can feel yourself clenching around his fingers, “H-Harry.” You gasp out, “Fuck. Fuck. I- Harry I need to cum.”

“No.” He states holding his fingers still inside of you.

“Harry.” You beg, “Please.”

“I said no.” He pulls his fingers out, keeping the toy on your clit, “If you cum, we’re done for the night. Do you want to be done for the night?” He looks at you with a slight smirk.

“N-no.” You whimper, “I don’t.”

“Good.” He slides the toy down, rubbing it against your folds before slowly pushing it inside of you. You moan and grip the sheets, “Harry.”

“Does that feel good, love?” Harry asks thrusting the vibrating wand painfully slow in and out of you, “You look so beautiful.”

“Yes.” You whimper out, desperately trying to focus on not being able to cum, “So good.”

He leans down, holding the toy in you as his tongue laps up and down on your clit, humming against you.

You groan, “fuck.” You reach down, gripping on his hair as your hips start to move.

“Mm.” Harry leans up and lays an arm over your hips, “Don’t do that.”

You let out a frustrated groan, “please.”

“Not yet.”

He pulls the toy from your pussy and turns it off, grabbing a little toy specifically for the clit, “Do you like this?”

You nod, panting as you look up at him, “I love this.”

“Do you touch yourself?” He bites his lip as he stares at you.

You nod, “I do.”

“Show me.” He leans back slightly, letting his arm come up from your hips, “Please.”

You slide a hand down your stomach, gasping as your fingers rub your already sensitive clit, “Shit.”

He watches you for a few minutes, shifting around and palming himself through his jeans, “Fuck. Finger yourself.”

You slide two fingers down, slowly pushing them in and out of your achey cunt, “fuck.” You whimper and twist your body as you curl your fingers up, pushing them deep as you can get them, forgetting that Harry is even in the room.

“What do you fuck your self to? What do you think of?”

His words cause you to jump and you look at him, “You. I think of you.”

He smirks and chuckles, “I knew you were going to say that.”

A heat rises on your cheeks as he moves up, leaning down to kiss you. You moan against his lips and wrap an arm around his neck, pulling him closer.

He takes your bottom lip between his teeth and stands up, letting it snap back against your teeth, “Hang on.”

He reaches down and grabs the clit toy, pushing the button with his thumb, “Okay.” He pushes the toy to your clit, the speed of the vibration is a lot faster than the first toy.

“Oh fuck.” You gasp and arch your back, clenching around nothing, “Shit.”

“What do you think about?” He asks casually, watching your face twitch with the pleasure that’s bulldozing your body towards the orgasm you can’t have.

“F-fuck.. fucking you.” You squeal out as your body lifts, “Fuck, Harry. Please. I can- I can’t take this.”

“You can. Just talk to me. You think about fucking me?” He leans down, pressing his lips to the corner of your mouth, “How?”

“Any-any way.. fuck.” You groan and squeeze your thighs, “I-I need to c-cum.”

“I need you to answer me.” He pushes your legs apart with his free hand and squeezes your knee, “Tell me how you want to fuck me and then you can cum.”

You sigh as your body tenses, “Fuck.” You fight back your orgasm, trying to form words but you just seem to forget how to speak.

“Come on, baby. Just tell me.” He leans down and presses his lips to yours. Your lips move in a beautiful, hot rhythm for a short minute before he leans back.

“You be-“ you gasp and try to collect yourself, “Bending me over. Fu-fuck.. fucking me hard as you Ch-fuck.. choke me.”

“Yeah? Would you want me to pull out?”

“No.” You say loud and quickly, “Fuck, no. No.” Your breathing is rapid, “I want- I want you to cum inside of my pussy.”

Harry groans at your words, “Fuck, baby. I knew you were a keeper.” He leans down, biting the skin on your neck, “Let go. Cum for me.”

You let out a moan, screaming out his name as your body relaxes and tenses up as you have the most intense orgasm of your life.

Your legs start to shake and you can feel yourself gush, “Fuckfuckfuck.” Your body twists and you grab the sheets, yanking on them for leverage as you work yourself through your high.

“That’s is, love. Let go. Enjoy that feeling.” He strokes your hair as you start to come down, your body falling weakly against the bed, “So beautiful.”

He takes the toy from your clit and clicks it off, “I’ll go run a bath, we can relax in there together.” He whispers as he gently kisses your temple.

You smile weakly and nod, “Okay.”

He goes and gets everything around, coming out in just a towel around his waist. He scoops you off the bed and takes you to the bathroom, setting you down in the water that is just the way you like it.

He gets in behind you, holding you to his chest, “Did I hurt you?”

“You did not.” You tilt your head to rest your forehead against his neck, “I loved it.”

He pulls you closer and rubs your arm with his thumb as he hums tunes to his songs.

Harry really did pay attention to you. He knows a lot about you, he just likes having the power, but on top of that, he likes taking care of you more.

And you’re okay with that.

——

I’m so sorry this took longer than I said :/ pls don’t hate me I’ll give you a part 2 :)

As always, if you have any request -> send them here

[compassionatereminders]

Hi! I hope you're having a good day when you read this! I wanted to ask for some advice on a situation I've got with a friend. Tw for suicide mention and an extremely long ask My friend is extremely depressed, crippingly so. She struggles to eat, to sleep, to get herself to do anything. It takes a huge amount of power and energy for her to get herself to get out of bed just to go to the bathroom and then go back to bed, where she spends 90% of her day. She doesn't even enjoy the games or the activities she used to enjoy because it takes so much energy and willpower to force herself to get out of bed to do them and keep doing them that it's become draining and unenjoyable. She's not actively suicidal but I've had to call 911 on her behalf in the past because she was determined and really close to killing herself, she's more stable since then but clearly still struggling a lot. She cannot bring herself to go through the process of seeking a therapist as it's very long and she has to email many people and then meet them and there's the chance it won't work so she's been postponing it for months because it's overwhelming (and because she hates herself so much she doens't feel like she deserves it/it'd be pointless). Some friends who have their own struggles or experience with this stuff have told me she needs long term care and that I should contact a team to go to her house and assess her situation and see if she needs to be hospitalized. I feel like this would be overstepping a boundary and I'd feel bad doing it, but at the same time I want her to get the help she very clearly needs and won't get herself. On the other hand, she's trying to make progress in college and, even if she attacks and insults herself every step of the process (she has a HUGE amount of self hatred. She despises herself more than anyone would despise their worst enemy), she's doing well in that class and I'd hate to force her out of college and force her to retake that class later if the professionals deem that she should be hospitalized. I feel stuck. She lives in another country so going to her house and trying to drag her out of the house or just staying with her and keeping her company in person is not an option, which only leaves me with just talking and listening online which, while I know that lending an ear and giving support can help, it's definitely not a solution and she needs way more than that to actually manage her depression, anxiety, trauma and self hatred. I really don't know what to do, and since you have some experience with the other side of things and your best friend is a mental health professional, I'd like your opinion and advice on the matter.

Sorry for such a long ask and thanks for taking the time to read it!

I've been thinking about this ask for a while and I've decided that I'm not comfortable trying to tell you what to do here. The thing is, sometimes hospitalizations are helpful, and sometimes they make everything worse. It depends on a lot of factors. And I just don't feel comfortable making any guesses about it when I don't know the people involved and the exact system they'd be working with. Sorry to disappoint! I'm sending all my love to you and your friend.

[simonstamenovic]

Stop doing everything. Don’t say anything or be anything. Get as small as you possibly can without disappearing. Don’t exist. Or keep existing, but differently than before.

Remember: criticism is the same thing as wholesale condemnation and also murder, so react accordingly.

Apologize, but don’t really mean it, and plant a seed of secret resentment so deep in your own heart that years later you can’t even remember that you’re the one who nurtured it and made it grow, it seems that much like a native part of you.

Sink into a hole so deep that no one can ever find you.

No. No. No. No no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no NO. NO.

JUST DIE. JUST GET SICK AND DIE AND THEN YOU’LL FEEL TERRIBLE YOU EVER SAID THOSE THINGS BECAUSE I’LL BE DEAD AND YOU’LL BE SO SO SO SORRY AND YOU’LL WISH YOU COULD BRING ME BACK BUT YOU CAN’T.

Give up on all of your goals immediately.

Tell everyone you know about the criticism, but in a way that makes it clear that you expect them to publicly find it ridiculous and assure you there’s not a shred of truth to it. Do this repeatedly, first while sober, then later after several glasses of wine on a Wednesday afternoon when no one else is really drinking except for you. “Can you believe it?” Ask them that repeatedly. “Can you believe that? About me?” Ask until no one will meet your eyes.

Spit until your throat bleeds.

Remember that life is a rich tapestry.

Become so rich and strong and tall that you’re a giant made out of gold and nobody can hurt you and everything you do is perfect and you can use your laser diamond eyes to melt the lungs of your enemies.

Dwell on it.

You can either be perfect or the biggest piece of shit who ever existed but not both, so if the criticism is right, you are the biggest piece of shit who ever existed. If it is not right, you are perfect and everyone else is wrong.

Fall in love with whoever criticized you. Don’t walk away until you’ve ruined their marriage.

Whisper their criticism every night to yourself until you have it memorized, word for word. Remember it forever. Have the words stitched into the shroud that covers your body before you’re lowered into the tomb so you and your criticism can embrace one another for eternity.

Do not rise above it. Never rise above anything. The sky is no place for a human.

Be sure not to separate the tone of the criticism from the content. If it was said ungracefully, it cannot be true. If it was said reasonably, it cannot be false.

Send an email explaining why you don’t deserve to be criticized, then another six emails after that, each one explaining the last, like a set of Russian nesting dolls that don’t think it’s your fault.

Set fire to something that was once beautiful.

Run into a cave and break your ankle so that people have to come find you and they see you lying at the bottom of this beautiful cave and maybe there’s a waterfall and the light from the crystals makes you look really beautiful and they say “Are you okay?” and you say “I think so” and they say “oh my God have you been here alone this whole time with a broken ankle” and you say “it’s okay” and they say “you’re so brave” and you are brave and you look so beautiful surrounded by cave crystals and everyone stands over you and says “oh wow” and “you poor beautiful thing” and “I’m so sorry we let you run into the cave but I’m so glad we found you” and let them carry you home and promise to be your best friends forever and that everything’s their fault and also they named the cave after you and you’re prettier than all of your enemies and your enemies all died of jealousy while you were in the cave.

Remember that there are only two kinds of people in the world: fans and haters. No true fan would ever express a criticism of you or your work; conversely no hater could ever seek to engage in a good-faith debate about something you said or did they disagree with. Dismiss everything everyone has to say about you.

Move away.

If it’s a close friend, say “Thank you for being so honest with me,” and then never talk to them again.

Do something with your feelings right away. It doesn’t matter what. Lash out, make a sculpture, whatever.

Log into YouTube and call someone “living Hitler” and “a waste of skin” until you feel better about yourself.

Remember, if someone doesn’t like your work, that means they don’t like you, and they wish that you had never been born, so just lay down in the road and die.

[tarotwithart]

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[tea-earl-grey]

20 questions for fic writers

tagged by @isagrimorie (thanks for the tag!)

1. How many works do you have on Ao3?

only 9 lmao. you're never gonna guess what my fic writing weakness is.

2. What's your total Ao3 word count?

108,636 words

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Doctor Who (and various related fandoms. though funnily enough i've never posted a new who fic), Star Trek (currently just Star Trek Picard but i have a few Voyager wips too), and a single Steven Universe fic.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

this happiness is hell on earth – Steven Universe fanfic about Pearl and Rose's toxic relationship and Pearl learning to recover after the series

And They Became Monsters (the fall of great men) – Gallifrey/Bernice Summerfield/DWEU fic that's a novel length character study of Irving Braxiatel and started as a way to explain his timeline and then i was carried away by the themes.

The Office – a somewhat silly Gallifrey fic where Romana and Narvin fight over an office following Enemy Lines when Romana takes over the CIA

A Holiday – a fluffy Eighth Doctor audios fic where Eight, Liv, and Helen go on vacation and accidentally run into the Doctor's past...

What is Beautiful – Gallifrey fic where Narvin and Leela explore one of the Axis worlds alone and Leela makes Narvin see the beauty in the world

5. Do you respond to comments?

i try to! a few comments always get lost in the email weeds but i try to make an effort to respond.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

oh this is hidden lore because i wrote it before i had an ao3 account but i posted a Gallifrey fic called Hope in Times of War in 2015. it was on my old tumblr so i doubt that is survives online but was about Gallifrey succumbing to Rassilon's military dictatorship during the Time War and Romana, Brax, Leela, and Narvin all being separated and i remember Narvin was executed as part of military executions and well... no one else had a great time either. i've learned that i prefer writing bittersweet endings to purely angsty ones.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

i don't tend to go for outright happy 'everything's fine' type endings. the closest is probably What is Beautiful because it doesn't have much of a plot other than some musings on Narvin's character growth.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

on the one SU fic i wrote, i got a weird hate comment an hour after posting it and the commenter edited it like three times so it was no longer hate but just... vague disapproval and complaining about... not even my fic but just the standard interpretation of the show. anyways it didn't bother me but i did think it was funny how bothered this person was over the canonical fact that Pearl and Rose had a toxic relationship.

other than that, i don't really write for big enough fandoms or write controversial enough things to attract any hate.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

none published :) i've written some smut but i've been far too insecure to publish it because 1) i'm very ace and i think it shows in my writing and 2) some people i know irl have my ao3 and i tend to be conscious about how things i post could escape online containment. if i do publish any smut i'll probably publish it anonymously.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

again – none published. i have a few Gallifrey fusions i've sketched out before and one Gallifrey/Voyager crossover that i wrote a few pages of over the summer.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

nope but i would welcome it!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

nope! i think my writing habits are far too erratic to be a good co-writer but i love sending ideas back and forth with people.

14. What's your all time favorite ship?

the Gallifrey ot3. not even necessarily in a romantic sense, just in a 'these characters' lives forever revolve around each other and they can never escape even if they want desperately to leave' sense. Gallifrey was the first fandom that i was really dedicated to and spent a lot of time thinking about so these characters have permanently left a mark on my brain.

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

i only have one posted WIP that i am very much intent on finishing but as for my eternal drafts i have two notable ones that i still work on occasionally but will never be published in their current form:

Star Trek Perseverance – i challenged myself last spring/summer to create my own 20 episode season Star Trek series that i would want to see in the world. it's a slight AU of the end of Picard s3 where Seven and Raffi were given a new ship called Perseverance instead of the Ent G with a mostly OC cast of main characters and a more similar 90s vibe of an episodic series with different tones. i have an outline of all the s1 episodes and a few of the "scripts" written but yeah... writing 20 full length episode scripts is simply too much for me to tackle but i'm toying with the idea of adapting a few to prose/taking out the AU elements to publish because i do really love the "episodes" i wrote and it was fun to experiment with some comedy/light hearted stories which i tend not to write.

also during lockdown i started a 'Romana survives the Time War instead of the Doctor' AU of new who and i sketched out an outline of s1 (and some other big season plot points) but only wrote about 10 pages. it has some excellent writing tbh but given how long it would need to be, it's destined to live forever on my hard drive and in my head.

16. What are your writing strengths?

character voices 100% if i feel like i can't find a character's voice for whatever reason then i simply will not write for them. even when i go back to my old work, i cringe at the pacing/grammar errors, but generally i think the character voices are pretty on point.

i also like to think i've become pretty good at adding rhythm and pacing to my prose when i put in the effort. it's quite hard to do sometimes but it's so satisfying when it works. i'd never claim to be a poet but i love writing prose that just feels good and melodic to read aloud.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

... finishing things. or just committing to projects and ideas that i can actually follow through on.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

oof. i know enough Spanish (and Russian to a lesser extent) to get through some dialogue but i would very much want to run it by a fluent speaker first. however neither Spanish nor Russian have ever come up in my fics.

the only non-English languages that's come up in my fics are French and Latin. the French was for an abandoned fic and i asked my French-speaking friend to translate. the Latin was for ATBM and i'm pretty sure i ended up taking the line out because i didn't know any Latin speakers(?) (i mean it's a dead language so.... readers? translators?) and was too shy to ask a stranger.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

technically i wrote some HP fic in a notebook when i was 8 though i didn't know what fanfiction was at the time. (obligatory note that i'm not a HP fan or supporter right now given JKR's bigotries and hate speech)

20. Favorite fic you've written?

And They Became Monsters (the fall of great men) without a question. i poured my heart and soul into that beast and was the first time i wrote something that felt like Real Writing with Layers and Themes. when i was done i felt like my writing meant something more than the usual short fic i'd write. like at the end of the day it's a fanfic but it's also a critique of Great Men histories, a dissection of how art and the ways we view art perpetuates imperialism, studying how abuse causes abuse in cycles, how egotism stems from insecurity and slowly eats away at the self, how the self is just a performance and mask of something no one can ever name, and how sometimes the only thing you have to do to break away from cycles of tragedy and violence is to ask for help. (sorry i'm being too pretentious but i am very proud of my work on that one)

it was also the first time i feel like i put real effort into small details and experimented with them like tense – the story is told from the perspective of two versions of the same character and depending on the POV, the story is either told in past or present tense. there are even a few scenes when the two versions meet and i still narrate one's actions in present tense while the rest of the scene is in past tense to drive in how the present-tense character is quite literally out of place. there are also quite a few sections that i purposefully wrote as fragmented and run-on sentences to mimic the thought processes of someone having a breakdown/ideological crisis.

if i had to pick a favorite excerpt it would probably be the confrontation between the two different versions of Braxiatel:

He sighed. “You believe this is my fault? Deferring responsibility? Are you sure that you have grown up?”

“You were the one who lied. You told me I was a hero. You told me I would win the War. My future is Gallifrey’s future. Don’t you remember that?” Braxiatel wouldn’t rise to anger because he was better than that, he would never give up the game. (It’s always been a game.) 

“I told you that you mattered. All children believe they matter.” Neutral, impassive, infuriating. He wasn’t belittling. Maybe to him, Braxiatel was still a child – the wayward son fallen far away from a distant and demanding father. Maybe that was the truth. What a cruel family he’s created. Just another cycle. Ad infinitum.

And here they were, blame circulating around and around. Things would never be resolved. Things would never heal. Braxiatel didn’t even want to heal. He wanted to leave this jagged cut deep inside – so deep that maybe the wrong Braxiatel felt it – because if there was an ugly scar for all to see that meant all the hurt was real. His bitterness and anger was justified because wasn’t healing just erasing? Forgetting the hurt meant letting it happen again and again, and there’s another cycle because he just can’t seem to get away.

Tagging: I can't remember which of my mutuals are fic writers but if you see this feel free to fill it out!

[poselyssgeekos]

RESIDENT EVIL OPINION 4

RE1remake - RE2remake - RE3remake

RE CODE VERONICA X

‼️SPOILERS AHEAD‼️

- Quite goofy since it was done in 2000 right after RE3:Nemesis

- Love that we play Claire!

- Steve is as annoying as I was told…

- The game doesn’t really have music, you only hear it during intense fight sequences, cinematic or the save room (love the save room music 🫶)

- why did Claire send a email to Leon so someone could come get her??? Like, lore wise, how would she know that send an email to, LEON? Like once they separate she immediately goes back to searching for Chris, so how do they even keep in touch during the months in between RE2 and code Veronica???

- The map in this game is SO ANNOYING, it’s really hard to figure out what the rooms are sometimes, and the colour scheme is not the best….

- The Steve sequence has no real purpose 💀…HE has no real purpose

- I play with a friend on her ps4, and to me it’s really challenging to play it on the ps4 with the controls, so she plays, and I help

- Love how goofy the antagonists feel (Wesker and Alfred)

- hm the INCEST??? Why did they feel like that was necessary?

- Alfred having a split personality disorder… he dresses up like his sister and becomes her sometimes while she was in her coma, like he loves his sister so much he… ???uncontiously??? Becomes her…

- Enemies are cool ig, just regular resident evil enemies…

- The Tyrant boss fight on the plane was SO DIFFICULT it took at least 10 fucking attempts

-talking about planes… how the fuck does the 17 year old know how to drive a cargo plane?

- The Antarctic part is hell, we had to go and find a walkthrough….

- Nevermind the Chris part is worse 🗿

- Please Capcom I beg you, do a remake!!! You can make some things better!! Please!!!

- Too many rooms that don’t really have a purpose other than give you ammo or plants, with too many objects to collect to be able to move forward in the game

- AleXIa???

- Chris’s hair is BAD in the cinematics that are supposed to look better than the in game models and “low” cinematics

- actually Chris doesn’t really look like Chris…

- Alexia looks like some jenovah wanna be during her first phase

- Alexia obviously has to still look like a woman after mutating…. 💀

- I wasn’t the one playing but it sure looked a bit annoying

-They had the opportunity for Wesker and Chris to have to unwillingly work together against Alexia… and they didn’t

- they could also have made Chris and Claire fight Alexia together but obviously they didn’t

- once Chris arrives Claire becomes the damsel in distress 💀 like come on she went through Raccoon City

- you play Chris a bit more than Claire

- Like it was supposed to be HER game

- And you play her just ONCE more after Chris arrives and it’s 2 seconds, then she cries about Steve and then Chris has to save her AGAIN

- also he’s the one who fights Alexia…

- I mean at the beginning of the game I felt that she was “badass” and independent, so reminiscent of her in raccoon City kinda

- And, again, once Chris arrives….like we french people say, MISKINE! Like her energy completely changes, the man arrives let’s let him do everything 💀

- it’s so weird when the game before this one was re3: nemesis, with Jill as the main protagonist trough out the whole game AND Girlbossing her way through the game… Claire deserves to girlboss too…..

- Steve’s design after the mutation is uh… not the best design we’ve seen

- The ending??? Like my friend said “looks like the ending of a power rangers episode”

- My friend who is used to rating games gives it a 12/20

Notes: Oh! Here’s how we did btw, keep in mind I touched the controller for a few minutes, but kept cursing and getting angry because of my inability to play 💀 so my two friends took turns playing

[prpfs]

Hi there! I've been craving some original threads lately, but before I get into the specifics, have some info about me and what I'm looking for c:

I'm 33 and only looking for partners 18+. This is non-negotiable, guys.

I'm happiest writing over discord, email, or gdocs. Please let me know your preference when you contact me! I'm also down if you'd like to chat/plot ooc over discord and have the actual thread(s) over a different medium.

I default to 3rd person past tense, but am happy to switch to present tense if that's more your speed. I won't write in second or first person and don't want a partner who does either. Sorry!

I tend towards longer posts/mirror posting verging on novella? I can tone it down to multiple, substantial paragraphs if that's more your speed, but I don't do one-liners or super short replies.

I can offer a few posts a week, and would prefer at least two a week from you? I'm not really looking for rapid-fire, and at the very least I'd like a post a week. Delays happen, ofc, and a heads up would be greatly appreciated, especially if you're not going to be able to post for a while.

At the moment I'm only looking for m/m pairs (or for one of the ideas below poly/three/moresomes). Trans and NB characters inclusive.

As far as NSFW is concerned, please let me know your limits! I don't fade to black, and in all honesty am looking for some smut-heavy threads. That's not to say, ofc, that we won't/can't/shouldn't have a plot of some kind or even that our thread has to be smut-heavy. I'd also absolutely welcome darker themes/kinks/taboos! We can talk specifics when you contact me.

**A small caveat to the above, but I want a partner who's comfortable writing tops, bottoms, switches, and everything in between.

I have no issue writing multiple characters if we end up with a cast of characters (in which case I'd like my partner to as well), and I'm also more than happy to double in the same thread or create a separate one if that's something that interests you.

I have a few specific ideas (detailed below), but I also welcome new ideas if you have them?

Bounty Hunters in Low/Dark Fantasy

A gentleman thief (my character) has tipped his hand a little too far this time, and is now on the run from an angry lord who refuses to allow himself to be made the fool. So, said lordling sends bounty hunters to apprehend him. In comes your character (who I am more than happy to let you create for yourself, but as for the dynamic/character ideas...) A veteran bounty hunter with equal parts obstinacy and persistence, he won't let this thief get the better of him! Even after being outsmarted a few times already. The other bounty hunters have given up on such an elusive quarry.

This is a fantasy world, so expect magic and fantasy races! My character is human but skilled with illusion magic (which is part of what makes him so hard to catch). He is absolutely the type to tease and taunt and even let his hunters catch a glimpse of him before he disappears. He's charming, clever, and always seemingly with the upper hand. We can discuss an Actual Plot if this at all interests you!

Tropes I'd love to use: Enemies to lovers/enemies with benefits, trapped somewhere together, one bed/forced to cohabitate, rivalry, forced to work together under dire circumstances, one becoming injured and the other reluctantly coming to his aid, SO MUCH UST.

A Lord and His Right Hand in Quasi-historical Japan

Our characters grew up together in an out-of-the-way village far away from the political conflict and civil wars plaguing the region. My character, the son of farmers, befriends yours, the current heir to the reigning clan (though he is unaware of his heritage in the beginning). They end up training together, learning together, and growing much closer.

My character realizes early on what his feelings are (and he has zero interest in women), but he's absolutely convinced his feelings are unrequited. I tend to default to your character dragging him into the village so they can flirt with the girls, but that's not set in stone if you don't like it/don't think it fits your idea of your character.

At some point the political upheaval claims the life of your character's father, and his mentor eventually reveals your character's heritage before insisting they return to take their rightful place as head of the clan. Your character demands mine go as well (he's well-trained in martial skills, and has a head for military strategy).

There's any number of ways this can go. Does your character agree to his betrothal to secure peace? Does he dally with any number of courtesans (of any gender) who bat their eyes at him? Does he ever realize he has feelings for his right-hand man? Or maybe he realizes his right-hand man has them for him first?

Tropes I'd love to include: Mutual pining, requited unrequited feelings, friends to lovers, childhood friends, jealousy (on either/both ends), protecting each other/getting injured saving the other, UST possible mistaken for something else. I'd also love to entertain the idea of omegaverse here if that appeals to you!

Dark Things Afoot at the Monastery

Preferably in some vaguely historical setting, or perhaps something a little more fantasy-based? Not gonna lie, this idea is absolutely smut-based, though I'm happy to consider a more substantial plot too!

The basic idea is that the monks/brothers find a wounded man either somewhere on the grounds of the monastery or on the road, and bring him in to tend to him. Only, surprise! There's something not Right with the man. Is he possessed? Is he a demon/incubus/corrupting creature in disguise? Is he wholly unaware of his effect on the monks/brothers of the monastery? Or is he outright malicious? Or is the creature overpowering him the majority of the time with only brief periods of clarity where he tries to leave/purify himself to no avail?

The corrupting influence slowly infects the monastery. I think a cast would work best here, and I'm happy to plan out characters and their unique dynamics across the board!

And if none of those ideas appeal to you, I have a word bank below for your perusal~ As far as settings go, I'm down for mythology, historical, fantasy, sci-fi, space fantasy, and maybe modern. I am not a fan of apocalyptic/post-apocalyptic.

rivalry | jealousy | friends to lovers | enemies to lovers | enemies with benefits | age gaps | grooming | inappropriate doctors/therapists | teacher/student | meeting up with someone you shouldn't on tinder | powerful people playing games | underdogs catching undue attention | childhood friends | soulmates | a/b/o stuff | princes falling for each other instead of their princesses | heretical/dark/unholy things happening at a monastery | protecting each other/getting wounded to save the other | dark plots with war prisoners | being forced to work together under dire circumstances | 'but i'm not gay' | monstrous aspects (physical) | SO MUCH UST | finding out the new, uptight boss' secret | corruption | mind break | dark desires being made real | monsters

🫶-friendly but I'm not specifically looking for it. If you're at all interested, please like this post! ❤️‍🔥

DM @elegantmadness if interested!

[lawyeronabike]

Complaints About Modern Life #1: Those Damn Online Accounts, Email Spam, and Advertising in General

Everything needs an account. It seems to even buy one thing off of a website, you need an account. Wanna read a free news article? Make an account. Forget that it is more than possible to take my shipping address and cc info without me handing over my email address for you to send me spam for the next ten years, at which point I will finally get around to unsubscribing from their crap. I have so many online accounts I have lost track of them, digitally littering my presence all across the interwebs. And so many websites are convinced they need to be Fort Knox. If you are my bank, I want you to zealously guard my account. Require a strong password, require a password reset if my password shows up in a data breach (PSA, don't reuse passwords).

But the accounts with the most stringent security controls are not the ones that actually matter. Dear goodreads, please do not be such a pain in the ass. If I want to use a lazy password for a website that does not even have my credit card, let me do so. My bank isn't so password paranoid (and there lies the problem)

Additionally, accounts keep getting harder to delete. If you can't cancel your account the same way you opened it, you're doing something wrong. Patreon for example, has no account deletion option in their account settings. You need this help article to figure out how to do it.

In my ignorant and uniformed opinion, it should be the law that companies must let you delete accounts just as easily and with the same methods as you can sign up for one (that goes for cable companies too).

And you're damned if you ever try to good in the world too. Make one donation to a political cause. Volunteer for one candidate you believe in. I promise, no good deed goes unpunished. Your email will be harassed for eons, and it will be passed around for ages. Yes, winning elections is important, but maybe don't pass around my email to every single member of your party running in my district to beg me for donations as if my $3 is the key to stopping fascism.

Just so we're clear: the obsession with account creation and inbox spam is not for your benefit. It is not to better inform you. It exists to enrich corporations. They have data showing these tactics boost revenue. Hillary Clinton's 2016 email fundraising director, Amanda Litman, (who overall I quite like) admitted how this works. Why do corporations send so many emails? Because they tested it and it works.

In summary, the internet is a beautiful thing, but to get to it one must wade through the swamp of ever more obnoxious and ever present advertising, on the pages you visit, and in your inbox afterward. It has been made so my by #1 professional enemy: marketing people.

This is the first step in fighting back.

[twopoppies]

Hi Gina! How are you?? First of all, you don’t even have to bother reading this message, it’s a bit of a rant but I find you and your account such a comforting place, I feel like I can trust you and say out loud what’s on my mind. You obviously don’t have to respond it or acknowledge it in any way! So you know, I started new school almost two months ago. It was something completely new and felt more serious since it’s high school, now what I was used to. I spent the last two years homeschooled mainly because of pandemic but also because I felt like it was better for my mental health, right before the pandemic I was drained and stressed all the time so it felt like I could finally take a deep breath and relax. But now I’m back in school, completely new one. It seems great, I made friends, have some solid teachers and the atmosphere seems rather friendly. I can’t help but feel anxious though. You know a few times I wasn’t really feeling 100% mentally and knew that my parents wouldn’t let me stay at home if I asked for that so when they asked me why I’m not in school and still at home I said that all my classes were cancelled today. You know, it’s autumn, most of my friends are with a cold right now, just that season so teachers cancelling classes seems rather believable. I did this trick quite a few times, I’d say about 5 or 6? It’s obviously not much, to lose a week during two months period of time but it still happened. And funny enough it usually happened the same day of the week so I for example missed English class three weeks in a row. I’m scared that tutor will think I’m running away from school which well kinda is the point but I’m staying at home and my parents know about that. I not once emailed them to justify my absence, just came school the next day. I don’t want to have a bad reputation in teacher's nor do I want my parents to find out that the classes weren’t cancelled, I just lied to them so I could stay at home. I know that it’s a silly thing and in 5 years I won’t even remember about it, I really do know that and I was never the one to extremely care about grades or stuffs like that but now, in this exact moment it’s making me very anxious and overwhelmed. I’m currently sick at home and supposed to be in school tomorrow for math class since my math teacher already said she is not happy about my absence. I missed math class about 5 times so far which two times it wasn’t my choice, I had doctors appointments or family things I had to be at. I don’t know whether I should go there tomorrow to not make any more troubles or stay at home until Thursday so I can fully recover and on Thursday I have important tests so I have to be there anyway. I’m sorry for writing you all these, probably very childish to you problems but I just feel so anxious about it all right now, I want everything to go well and not make any teacher enemies just during the second month of school. Damn, that was a long message 😅 Anyway, I partially feel better now after writing this all out. I hope you’re having a great day and Im sending you hugs, Gina. Take care ❤️

Hi sweetheart. I’m sorry school is making you anxious. I think after two years of quarantine so many kids are really struggling. I’m sure you’re not at all alone in that. The problem that comes with avoiding the stress is that it becomes habit and the small things that stress you feel bigger and bigger the more often you avoid them. And then they can snowball to a point where it feels insurmountable.

I’d suggest talking to your parents if you feel you can. If not, talk to a school counselor about what’s going on for you. I’ve found, having dealt with very much this same thing with my daughter, that teachers are very understanding about stress and anxiety if you speak to them. But when you don’t let them know, it’s easy for them to assume you’re skipping class because you don’t care. You may not have cared much about grades in the past, but it does get more important now that you’re in high school. Reach out to someone to help you get out of this pattern. I know you can can get back on track!

Sending you lots of love. 💕💕💕

[actaea-p-y]

The Demiplane of Dril (5e)

Soth Literally Any Darklord: now i will be the first to admit that im an irredeemable son of a bitch/. however, i am also a piece of shit with no brain.

Strahd: girls always love to telling people not to" Mansplain" but they do not care of, "Man's Pain"

Harkon: Politic's is back baby. It's good again. Awoouu (wolf Howl)

Ivana: twitter is granting me the world's first Dark Verified Account because shit pumps through my veins like blood and i have a shitty attitude

Ivan: Im not playing games with your ass. Anser my god damn emails or i will fuck up your world

Vladeska: i can be a friend of you. but piss me off and i will become your Enemy. The Art of War

Wilfred: damn it to piss. my wife replaced all of my anti-wife reading materials with Pro-Wife bullshit

Jacqueline: fairly confident that even if i became a rat some how, i still would not want to fuck any of the other rats

Saidra: Sovereign Citizens Getting Owned Compilation

Lemot: ((SPILLING BLOOD ALL OVER KEYBOARD) THIS IS WHAT U WANT. THIS IS WHAT U FUCKING BASTARDS WANT RIGHT (1 WEEK LATER) WHY ARE THE KEYS STICKING Ankhtepot: you ever see one of those preserved bog men or mummies on the news and think "now theres a guy who looks like he got an ass kicking"

Tristen: mother nature and father time arre not real. theyre fake people who were invented to explain trees and clocks to shitheads

Viktra: oh youve been to therapy? Dumb. yeah you havent even scratched the surface of my Level. i bet none of you even know your own brain weight

Pietra: my body is 70% water mother fucker. guns cannot harm me

Ramya: sending special kind of energy to my followers that is good/poweful energy normally but immediately becomes dog shit energy if you betray me

Hazlik: the desert has never helped any one and i am going to go throw poison at it

Caroline: *all horrors begotten by the desire of man flash before eyes* woha! this is awkward *the cries of millions suffering echo* Damn That's Weird

The God-Brain: the air is rusty and im dead

Chiang: people please, all i ask for is one town hall meeting which doesnt reference The Matrix

Chakuna: some of mother fuckers think to win the Dumb Ass award is a GOOD thing!

Azalin: *reclines in chair a nd ages 2 ,000 years instantly turning into a skeleton and then pile of shit* ah everything's going according to plan

[atpverse]

All the Pieces Coming Soon

Hello! We've got exactly a week (a little less then because I won't be sending the email out this late hopefully) until the first few chapters of AtP go out! February 2nd is GO TIME! Are you excited? I'm excited!

For those of you who are already on the emailing list, this is effectively a copy/pasta of the email, but this one has images of the moodboards I made if you want to see those!

Info under the cut :)

AtPverse is effectively 4 novel-length stories that ran from Feb 23, 2011 to Sep 5, 2015. Thank you, fanfiction for storing that information because I never would have remembered it otherwise.

"All the Pieces Lie Where They Fell" was my KH3 what-if story. I wanted to speculate on how Sora, Riku, and Kairi would restore the hearts of people like Namine, Roxas, and Xion. It should be noted that I was not about to leave Kairi behind again. Also, y'all need to thank Namine for existing because without her voice I doubted I would have gotten as far as I did.

It's a story about what it means to be a person. About the power of friendship. About learning to love yourself and accept yourself. It's about trusting yourself and your friends and not giving into doubt.

"Betwixt and Between" follows AtP and is effectively a story about finding out what to do now that you're in your late teens and you've spent the last several years saving the worlds over and over and over again and what is rest, really? (Of course, there's also an enemy looming in the shadows, but still.)

After BB, we'll be taking a break from post-KH2 stuff and double back to stuff more in line with the timeline of Birth By Sleep, ten years before the start of KH1. Except the focus is the Final Fantasy characters. Specifically FInal Fantasy VII and VIII characters. Thank Rinoa and my love of Crisis Core. "What's All Gone on Before" is a prequel but it brings us back up to where BB left off by the time it's over.

It's a story about finding yourself after losing everything. A story about finding your people and sticking with them no matter what. It's about dealing with grief. It's about searching for hope and forging your own way.

"Remnants" is the culmination of all of those. It is about finding your inner strength. About letting go of a past you don't need anymore. About the terrible decisions that have to get made sometimes - especially in war.

I'll give more details on the ones after AtP later, this was basically an overview and a bit of a thematic pitch.

There's no super huge content warnings. Yes, there is major character death. Canon-typical violence that hedges a bit darker than the usual for KH but even that can get pretty dark if you stop to think about it. There are also references to abuse because Namine did not come out of Castle Oblivion okay.

Full content warnings, including spoilery ones, can be read at the dreamwidth: https://atpverse.dreamwidth.org/338.html

Um, and with that, I think I'll leave off here!

~Magik 💜