#fanfic ask game but with an cringe answer

[peachpety]

For the ask a reader meme: B10 and C2?

hi sugarsweet! gah, coming at me with most excellent, hard-hitting questions! i love it!!

B10. What is the best plot twist you’ve ever seen?

i'm not one for case-fics, but this fic was first that came to mind...as one that exploded my brain. in the best possible way...

Telling the Bees, by @cibeewastaken

if you've read this fic, you'll know. if not, grab tissues and get to it.

The other fic that came to mind is Wormwood and Realgar, by @opalesqueopioid (written for Quidditchfest, this fic has been hidden, which, i'm sad bc this fic was amazing and is one i think of often...dragonheartstrings!!! but regardless, i'm including it bc i was completely immersed like 👀 and jaw drops and whoopings!)

C2. What word or expression always makes you cringe when you read it?

'kay, i'm just going to say it. any use of "the blond" or "the brunette" or "the younger man"...i.e. epithets. i can forgive these, and let them slide...for the most part, but i confess, i do cringe a bit when i read it. it's not enough that i'll nope out of a fic...that's usually for Big Ticket Things (squicks, if you will)...but yeah. this and also "Dray" as a nickname for Draco. again, not enough to nope out ever, and NO JUDGEMENT, YOU DO YOU, but me personally, i 'cringe' and move on.

thanks for these asks, my love. xoxo peach 🍑

[kursed-curtain]

For the ask, no1 and no2 immortal guards au.

"Okay, I believe that's enough for tonight," Ken practically slammed himself against the office door, tugging at the neck of his sequined vest.

Matt patted Ken on the back, half reassuring, half mocking, "If the noise was going to be too much for you, why would you let Larry and Kyle choose the music?" He chuckled, slipping off his stilettos to let his soles rest.

Ken groaned, "They're the ones who know the youth best. I just failed to assume that the youth would have such brain-numbing taste."

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Prompt Post

[nadvs]

can we please have sleeping with the enemy rafe finally announcing to his friends (and max) that they’re dating now!! 😓😓 (ps. i LOVE your fanfics🤞)

thank you sm, love!! yes yes definitely 🥰 i had to make it super fluffy i had no choice

based on this fic, continuation of this blurb

after they eat a late lunch at an off-campus restaurant, rafe is relieved that she doesn’t ask him to drive her back to her dorm. now that they’ve put it into words, this mutual understanding that their friendship had at some point become much more, he hates the idea of being apart from her.

and once he realizes that, he also realizes he’s gone soft. because he used to never think stuff like that, like it would actually physically hurt to be away from somebody. but she’s the only one he thinks like this about. and now, he figures he can say this stuff out loud.

“you’re my favorite person to hang out with,” rafe says, his thumb tapping over the steering wheel once he starts up the car.

he cringes at himself. it still feels weird saying shit like that. they usually just crack jokes and tease each other. but when he looks over at her, at how bright her smile is, he knows he’s going to keep saying stuff like that until it feels normal, because it’s worth it if she’s going look at him like that.

he suggests they hang out at the house and she happily agrees. they’re curled up on the couch and while they used to always subconsciously be touching in some way, their contact is much more intentional now.

rafe has his arm around her as they sit together. her knees are drawn up to her chest. the sports channel is always on at the house. on the screen is an nfl player sitting behind a microphone at a post-game press conference.

“you’re gonna hate that,” she says. “the interviews.”

his body always buzzes when she talks like that, like him going pro is inevitable. he’s confident in his skills, but not nearly as sure as her that he’ll make it to the nba.

“you think?” he mumbles, playing along.

“yeah, because you have to be media trained and it will not take,” she teases. “like, imagine you were interviewed about yesterday’s game.”

he squints his eyes, indulging her, thinking back to the win his team secured.

“a reporter asks you what you thought of the other team’s offensive approach,” she says. “what would you say?”

“they played like little bitches.”

“see?” she says with a laugh. “you’d lose all your brand deals in a second.”

“you think i’ll get brand deals?”

“mhm. and lots of girls,” she adds.

“already used to that.”

she slaps his chest.

“i’m breaking up with you,” she jokes.

“so, you finally admit it,” a voice from the top of the stairs says. they look up to see one of the other four basketball players living in the house coming down the steps.

“what do you mean?” she laughs.

“that there’s a relationship to break up,” liam clarifies. “you’re not just friends.”

rafe sighs. liam is one of his friends who never stops fucking with him about how married he is to her. rafe has told him time and time again that they’re just friends.

“yeah, we’re not,” he answers.

“you’re not what?” liam says.

“just friends.”

liam just looks at the two of them as they sit on the couch, blinking slowly.

“wait, for real?” his teammate asks.

“yeah,” rafe nods.

“you’re not denying it?”

“no.”

“i don’t know what to do.” liam scratches his head. “i’ve never gotten this far. uh… finally? congratulations?”

“thanks,” she chimes in.

he looks at them for another few seconds.

“this isn’t a joke?” liam says.

“no,” she answers.

“wow,” he says. “what took so long?”

“you can leave now,” rafe tells him.

“cool.”

she laughs as liam turns and heads down the hallway. the conversation goes about the same way with every other housemate as the news spreads.

eventually, she dozes off in front of the tv. she’s curled up in a ball, her hand wrapped around his bicep, her cheek on his shoulder. he can’t help but take a photo from his vantage point.

when she wakes up, she tells him she should go home. he drives her to her dorm. on the way, she’s scrolling on her phone and sees he posted a story. he hardly ever posts anything.

it’s a photo of her taken just over her head, her eyes closed, lashes resting over her cheeks, hand wrapped around rafe’s arm. it’s a sweet, almost intimate photo.

“wow,” she teases. “you’re going to hard launch me just like that?”

“sure. whatever the fuck that means.”

she laughs.

“you know, guys tend to unknowingly post the worst pictures of their girlfriends,” she tells him. “but this really isn’t that bad.”

“no shit,” he says.

“what, it can’t be bad if you took it?” she guesses, rolling her eyes.

“it can’t be bad ‘cause it’s you.”

she glances over at rafe, watching the passing street lights glowing over his handsome face. is this the kind of stuff he’s been thinking and never saying out loud? they were always honest with each other, but she gets why he wouldn’t say things like that if he thought them. it’s so far from friend territory.

she’s determined to do the same thing. to go back to saying everything on her mind to him, instead of stopping herself from sharing her affectionate thoughts like she’s gotten used to doing.

they share a long kiss before she gets out of the car. when she makes it to her room, she reposts the photo on her story, his account clearly linked. just so there’s no confusion and simply because she’s so giddy, she captions it: boyfriends can take good pics sometimes?

it reminds her of the first night they hooked up and she posted a photo of him shirtless in her room.

eventually, everyone on her squad and every basketball player on the team, including her ex-boyfriend, view the story. it’s crazy how part of the reason she and rafe even got together was for revenge over him. she was shattered when max broke things off, but he inadvertently pushed her towards her best friend.

now, there’s no way anyone can misconstrue things. rafe is her boyfriend. and she’s proud of it.

so, she keeps her promise to herself. she won’t miss any opportunity to tell rafe how much she likes him. she texts him: i’m so so so glad i met you

he replies: only three so’s?

she texts: +5 more so’s

he replies: better

then, her phone buzzes again with a text from him: me too baby. you really are my favorite person

(continuation)

[smallestapplin]

LOVESICK SAMM FANFIC RAHHHH

Love sick Sam is so cute

No warnings, just fluff.

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Sam was enamoured, that much his friends could tell, watching him stare at you with the most dopey expression they have ever seen. He can't his eyes off you from across the saloon, he's not strong enough to do so, you are just so stunning.

Even with the dirt on your pant, your joyous but tired smile just captivates him. Sebastian looks to Abigail, who looks at him, and they both look back to Sam, who has completely forgotten about the game of pool, or beating Sebastain at it for once.

"Dude, why don't you just go talk to them?" Sebastain questions, his face scrunched in confusion as to why his friend just stares.

"Yeah man, you're staring like a total weirdo." Abigail laughs, but is quickly stopped by how fast Sam whips around, neck snapping at the speed.

His eyes are wide and frantic "W-wait don't tell me I'm creeping them out! Oh, oh Yoba I can't- I just- hnnnnnn."

Sam sinks down, covering his face with his hands as he lays most of his upper half on the pool table. Sebastain rolls his eyes, shaking his head with a sigh.

"Bro, just go talk to them you have so many times before, so what gives?" He crosses his arms, tired of his friend's bullshit at this point.

Sam doesn't answer, just lowly whining instead of answering.

"Sam, it's just the farmer, you two are friends, right? So why all this now?" Abigail chimes in.

In truth this isn't the first time Sam has done this, it's like a switch flipped in his head and he can barely talk to you without making a fool of himself, the two watched it in real time with their own eyes.

But they also remembered how you chuckled and helped him right back up, making sure he was okay before laughing more. You have a good heart, and clearly like the blonde as well, so why not just ask you out already?

"I can't!" Sam cries, "Everytime I try I can't for, words, I can't think- oh their smile kills me, their are so cute! I wanna kiss them so badly but that stupidly cute curious expression makes me choke. Broskis I'm gonna die, this is it, this is how I go."

The blonde finally and slowly falls to the ground, laying face down to avoid the judging looks from his friends, but it's better than being made to talk to you, he'd die if he had to approach you and explain himself-

"Hey, is Sam okay?"

You yelp as Sam shoots up off the ground, smacking his head into the pool table before fixing himself into a forced casual pose, leaning against the table with a smile.

"H-hey wow didn't uh, didn't see you there sorry!"

Sebastain is cringing so hard, it's like a bad movie he can't believe he's friends with this dork. However Sam can't breathe, the back of his head is throbbing, how heart is slamming against his chest, he's forgetting everything just looking at you.

You look so worried, your hand closest to him reaching for his face.

"Oh my, are you okay? That was a hard hit, c'mon let's get you seated." You almost want to stress how serious head injuries are, but you decide against it, just helping him to the couch nearby.

"I'm fine, so fine! Didn't even feel it, haha!" He's sweating.

Abigail and Sebastain share a knowing glance, before Abigail opens her mouth.

"Don't worry about him, he's just lost the brain cell."

"Tck, when did he even have one?"

Sam weakly glares at his friends, but he quickly forgets his anger when you gently touch his cheek.

"Do you need me to get you anything? I'm sure Gus has an ice pack somewhere." Your voice so soft, like a gentle melody to his ears helping ease the pain from his head.

"I, uh....you're fine- I MEAN good, no no I'm-"

Abigail cuts off his blubbering "Can you get him an ice pack and some water? Seems he made himself dizzy."

"Good idea." You nod, taking your leave and the trio watch you rush over to the bar and wave down Gus.

Abigail and Sebastain look to Sam, watching him curl in on himself with a high pitched, but soft 'aaaaaaa.'

"How did you fumble the bag that badly?"

"Guys please, I just wanna forget I exist right now." The blonde whines.

"You are lucky they like them stupid." Sebastain cackles, patting his friend on his back.

Sam knows he's right, but how can he ask you out when you take his breath away?

[grimoireofhayley]

Of Friends and Horror

Stu Macher x Fem!Reader x Billy Loomis

WARNINGS: Graphic content, eventual Smut (MINORS DNI), Language, Talks of SA, Cheating, Obsessiveness, Gore, 18+ Content, Stalking, Possessiveness, Dirty talk

Word Count: 1.7k

Tag List: @ev3ningrain @nerdytif @fanfic-enjoyer123

A/n: I had so much fun writing this part! Quick reminder, it’s based on the Scream 1996 movie so there will be a lot of the plot in it 🙂 Let me know what you think of this chapter down in the comments below 👇🏻 criticism is also appreciated, but don’t be too harsh lol. It just leaves room for more improvement, and if you want to be added to the taglist let me know below 🥰 Lastly, it’s also my first time writing a smut-like scene, so hopefully it isn’t too cringe… I haven’t proofread yet, but I’ll be doing that as it’s published and I’ll make changes as I go. Thank you for reading! I’m excited to see where this series will go!

All chapter links! 👇🏻👇🏻👇🏻

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Chapter 5

The landline rang and rang, interrupting your peaceful slumber. You groaned, slowly sitting up on your couch, sinking into the black cushions, tossing the fuzzy-dark purple blanket to the side.

“What the?” You murmured, half awake. You groggily rubbed at your eyes, attempting to get rid of any sleep that lingered.

You glanced at the blinking red and bold numbers that flashed across the alarm clock that sat quietly on the couch-side table; indicating that it was now 10:30pm.

School had ended several hours ago, so who could possibly be calling?

‘Hmm, maybe it’s Sidney calling to apologize.’ You thought, jokingly, knowing that she’d never do that.

“Alright, alright. I’m coming!” You moaned, annoyed at the frequent ringing that seemed to get louder and louder.

Pushing yourself off of what was your comfortable ‘bed’, you trekked to the kitchen where your landline was blaring.

You picked up the black phone, placing it against your ear.

“Ugh, hello?” You asked.

No answer, but you heard heavy breathing on the other side. “I said, hello?” You narrowed your eyes, leaning up against your marbled-kitchen counter.

“Hello…” A man spoke, his voice was odd, but eerily beautiful sounding. “Who is this?” He asked, and you tapped your fingers against your cheek, somewhat pissed.

“I should be asking you that.” You retorted, “But I’ll bite, who are you trying to reach?” You were genuinely curious to know because it’s not often you get phone calls like this, you should probably help in some way or another, right?

“What number is this?” He asked yet another question, ignoring what you had already asked.

You scoffed, he’s playing games, that you can tell.

“Why don’t you look at your caller ID and see?” You snipped, not in the mood for any pranks.

“I could do that, but why don’t you tell me?”

“Ah, no thanks, I assume you have eyes. You can do it yourself.” You mumbled, “What I can tell you, is that you have the wrong number.”

“Do I?”

“Yeah, no shit. It happens, though. Take it easy.” You huffed, hanging up.

You went to walk to the front door, but your telephone started to ring again, you turned on the soles of your feet, starting your journey back to your previous spot.

“He wants to play games, fine, I’ll play.” You gritted your teeth, picking up the bulky phone again.

“Hello?”

“I’m sorry, I guess I dialed the wrong number.”

It was the same guy.

“And you dialed it again, because?” Your attitude rises with each word you speak.

“To apologize.”

Smooth…

“Okay, you’re forgiven, bye..” You sighed about to hang up again.

“Wait, wait, don’t hang up!” He quickly spoke.

“What is it?”

“I want to talk to you.”

You smiled, your mood drifting from annoyed to intrigued. You are somewhat enjoying this now, but you didn’t know why. Maybe it had something to do with his voice; it was attractive and husky sounding, almost hoarse. Voices like that always had you in a chokehold, the gruffness could and would send you spiraling, maybe that is why Steve was able to charm you so easily.

“They’ve got over 500 numbers for that.” You chuckled, “But I’m honored you chose this house to annoy… but I really should be going now.” You fibbed, hanging up.

You walked to the front door to make sure it was locked, thankfully it was.

Your basic horror-movie instincts kicking in.

Peaking through the eyehole, you looked around to see if anyone was dawdling around.

Ring… ring, ring…

There’s that damn phone again.

You headed back to the landline, brushing your hair out of your face, and placed the object against your ear for what seemed like the millionth time.

“Hello.”

“Why don’t you want to talk to me?” He sounded upset.

‘Does this guy ever let up?’ You asked yourself.

“Alright, who is this?” You nagged.

“Tell me your name, and I’ll tell you mine.”

“I don’t think so.” You unraveled the phone’s cord, walking towards the fridge, opening it and grabbing a bag of chips, which made a crinkling sound.

“What’s that noise?”

“Oh, sorry, I was grabbing chips.” You giggled, not meaning to apologize to a complete stranger about grabbing chips, it was a dumb thing to apologize for.

“Chips? I only ever eat chips during a movie…” He prolonged the word movie, making it last longer than it should.

“Huh, maybe I should put one on…” You said out loud, insinuating that it was a good idea, it’s not like you will be sleeping tonight, anyways. You had a 6 hour nap today, hence why you woke up so late. You’d probably still be sleeping right now if this strange person hadn’t called you.

You debated whether you should or not watch a movie, but decided that you would in the long run.

“Really? What movie?”

“I’m thinking of a scary movie.”

“You like scary movies?”

“Uh-huh..” You smirked, biting the tail end of your thumb nail.

“What’s your favorite scary movie?”

“Halloween… easily. Something about a tall-masked man that stalks his prey, almost like a game of cat and mouse, turns me on..” You blubbered, the smirk never leaving your face.

…Silence…

“I’d watch that over a good porno any day.” You admitted, inadvertently getting yourself turned on, Michael Myers, was easily someone you’d try to escape just by fucking him; in your rules of Fight, Flight or Fuck, you’d go with fuck, even if it got you killed for trying.

It’s a peculiar thought and probably something you should get help with; especially if it involves wanting to fuck a slasher of all things, but no one needs to know, well, minus that this complete stranger now knows it.

The person on the other end was completely flustered and not expecting what you had said, usually his victims fall prey to these little games, and he finds out more about them during the process, making it easier to get into their home. However, with you, despite already knowing you, he didn’t know that…

You’re a slasher-fucker.

“Hello?” You spoke, bringing the unknown male back to reality.

“Really now?” He sounded flabbergasted, “Do you usually tell strangers this fact about yourself?” He teased.

You laughed, “No, I don’t actually. You’re the first, not even my best friend knows that dark fact about me.. Billy he’s—“ You stopped yourself, not meaning to blurt out his name, what if this was the killer?

You coughed awkwardly into your hand, changing the subject. “What’s your favourite scary movie?”

“Guess…” He taunted, but his head was elsewhere, ‘Huh, so I know something about (Y/n) that Billy doesn’t…’ He grinned behind his mask, feeling a bit of triumph.

“Umm, A Nightmare on Elm Street?” You uttered in his ear, bringing him back with the lull of your voice.

“Is that the one where the guy has knives for fingers?”

“Yeah, Freddy Krueger.” You gleamed, another Slasher you’d like to get your hands on as sick as you are, too bad he was also fiction.

“Freddy, that's right. I liked that movie, it was scary.”

“Really? I didn’t find it that scary.”

“So, you got a boyfriend?” He asked, changing topics. “Or is it just Michael Myers you’d love to have?” He rambled, a hint of lust hanging off a thread in his words. He was enjoying this too much, the fact that you’re probably just as twisted as him was enough to send his mind into the gutters, God, did he ever want to feel your cunt around his shaft; just knowing you’d probably let him fuck you because he’s a masked killer was giving him another hard one. He couldn’t help but reach under his cloak and start rubbing one out as he watched you from a distance.

You giggled again, completely enamored. “Why? You wanna ask me on a date?” You taunted, bending over the counter again, resting your chin in the palm of your hand. Your silk-black night gown, riding up your thigh, revealing more of your skin and your pink undergarments during your movement.

Unbeknownst to you, this caused the Watcher to struggle.

“Maybe. S-So, do you have a boyfriend?” He stuttered, not meaning to, as the pressure of his gloved hand shifted up and down faster and faster. It felt too good, and your voice was edging him on, getting him closer to his summit.

The cloaked figure rutted into his hand as his hot seed filled his palm. ‘F-fuck…’ he thought, jerking his hips as he finished his climax.

“Mm, no.”

“You never told me your name.” He grumbled, cleaning himself up, tucking his dick back into his pants.

“Why do you wanna know my name so bad?” You questioned,

“‘Cause I want to know who I’m looking at.”

You froze, becoming spooked. You gulped, “W-What did you say?”

You waited for him to speak, but all that was heard was silence, “Hello—“

You were cut off mid sentence by your doorbell ringing and you snapped your head up in that direction, you hung up immediately.

You placed the phone face down on the counter, walking over to your door. You looked out the peephole, seeing that no one was there.

Swiftly, you unlocked your door, hesitantly opening it, poking your head out, trying to get a better look outside, but all that was there was your car and a few stray animals scattering about.

You stepped out, but your foot had hit something. You jumped back, looking down.

There was a pink-coloured box with a red ribbon tied around it and a note.

You quirked a brow, picking it up. It was on the heavier side, but not completely.

You walked back to the kitchen gently placing it down on the counter next to your phone, carefully taking the note off and reading it out loud;

“You look so pretty when you’re spooked, especially in that little-black nightgown you’re wearing right now…” You gasped, your legs beginning to tremble in fear as your hands shook, but you roughed it out, wanting to finish the rest of the note, soon fearing the worst. “I brought you a little something from your ‘boyfriend’ Steve… Signed, G.F.”

“What… What the fuck?” You grimaced, putting the note beside you.

Gulping, you ripped the ribbon off and opened the box. Only for it to reveal another medium-sized box, you took that out, placing it outside of the other one.

You were quick to notice the red-splotches and felt the wetness of it. You shakily opened a drawer, and took out a kitchen knife, and cut the box open.

Your eyes widened as tears glossed over them, you dropped the knife to the ground and it cladded with the tiles as it seemed to have bounced in slow motion. You cupped your mouth, wanting to scream, but nothing came out, just silent whimpers as you looked at the human heart that laid in the box.

The phone rang again, causing you to twitch at the sudden sound.

You didn’t bring it to your ear this time, but you still heard that voice loud and clear.

“I hope you like your gift, (Y/n).”

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[mellosdrawings]

Which numbers have you done for the fandom/fic ask? If you haven't done 24 can you?

Thank you for asking o/ So far I've answered to 3, 5, 6, 14, 21 and 22.

24. Funniest fandom related story

Ok, dunno if it's that funny but storytime, guys.

When I was a young teen, I had a Skyblog (the frenchies should know what I'm talking about). That was my very first social media, I used to post One Piece fanarts and fanfics, I would read a whole lot of fanfics and original fictions, I got three or four online friends I would talk with (one of them turned out to genuinely despise me and wouldn't say it to my face but that's another story). Long story short, I was kind of a popular blog? Like, it worked well.

So anyway, I ended up closing it coz I grew up and got in highschool and didn't have as much time and just generally didn't care all that much anymore (plus Skyrock ended up dying so no blogs anymore).

In highschool, my class and a few others went to Paris to visit museums and all, and we went there by train. I got bored so I started drawing, and the girl next to me started watching. And watching. And watching.

And suddenly she says "Wait, you're [old handle]?"

The cold dread and cringe I felt. Someone I now knew was familiar with all the shitpost I made when I was 12.

Those ridiculous feelings aside, we had a fun time in that train. We talked about One Piece and I told her what the end of the fanfic I wrote and discontinued was and she was genuinely the sweetest girl ever. I ended up giving her the drawing I was making.

We never really talked after that, but that's definitely the day I realized all those numbers on my screen were actual, real people. That was a shock for my 16 years old self.

The other fun fandom story I have is the one time I've spammed comments so much on all the Twst related fanfic of one author, and did like two fanarts for them, that I ended up making a friend.

Basically I became friends with someone because I was unhinged about their work lol. Tested and approved method 👌

ASK GAME

[disasterbuck]

FanFic Ask Game

So I saw this post (linked above) and decided to answer all the questions instead of just reblogging and waiting for asks. Enjoy getting to know a bit more about me as a writer!

💖 What do you like most about your own writing?

I love how fluffy it generally is and how my fics always have a happy ending 🥰

😐 What embarrasses you most about your own writing?

I don't think I'm embarrassed about my writing? Maybe sometimes I'll write a kiss that feels a bit cringe?

👻 What is one WIP you think you may never pick back up?

'the heist wip'. Inspired by the episode Ocean's 9-1-1, I wanted to explore what situation could make them ACTUALLY turn to crime. I had a vague idea of a woman's dog being kidnapped by her abusive ex, and Buck gets all obsessed over it and eventually asks the rest of the team to help him break the dog out or something. idk. I don't have a solid enough idea and I feel like it would end up being a long fic which I just can't commit to atm. (If anyone reading this is inspired by this idea, feel free to write it!! But please tag me if you do! I would love to read it!)

👀 Do you have any WIPs that you would never let see the light of day? If yes, what are they about?

... I don't think so?

Yeah I've just had a skim through and can't find anything that I would never share if I managed to finish it.

📥 What is your fave fic to receive comments/messages on?

Ooohhh, I love getting comments on ALL my fics but I guess if I had to choose I'd probably go with Friends Don't (8.5k) because it has a special place in my heart.

✏️ Do you write every day?

Not strictly, but most days yes.

🖊 Post a snippet from a current WIP.

"Back to my point," Chimney said once Hen's laughter died down. "You two are codependent. I bet you couldn't even go a day without having to touch each other."

Buck's face flushed a darker shade of red.

"Yes we could," Eddie argued, suddenly stubborn and confrontational. "We could go a week."

"You wanna bet, Diaz?" Chimney asked, raising an eyebrow in challenge.

After a quick glance to communicate with Buck, Eddie nodded and said, "You're on. What are the terms?"

don't say his name wip

🏅 What is something you recently felt proud of in regard to your writing (finished a fic, actually planned for once, etc).

I wrote 4 drabbles exactly 100 words each!! It took quite a bit of editing and revising but I'm really happy with how they turned out! You can read them here if you're interested: buddie month | four drabbles

😈 Is there anything you enjoy doing that you think your readers hate?

fhdskjfhs I HOPE NOT 😅

🌙  What time of day do you prefer to write? Why?

I don't really have a preferred time of day?

👖 Are you a planner, plantser, or pantser? Is it consistent?

Yes. And no. lol

📊 Current number of WIPs

............................ 104 🙈

👨‍👧‍👧 Do you tell people in real life that you write fic? 

Depends ENTIRELY on the person. But generally yes. This does not equal letting them read my fics though lol.

🌝 Who is one character you haven’t yet written for that you would like to?

Hm, good question. Maybe Athena?

📝 What is one growth area you have for your writing?

Uhhh I don't know. I feel like I'm constantly learning about writing and just generally trying to improve in all areas.

📚 Do you read your own fic?

YES ALL THE TIME. I looooove reading over my fics. Makes me so happy!!

🤔 What is the hardest part of writing fic?

Writing kisses. Or endings. Both. Every time Buddie are about to kiss I tend to abandon the fic for a while lmaoooo and then whenever I have to wrap it up it takes me 3-5 business days.

🧠 What’s an idea you have that you can’t quite call a WIP yet?

Up for anything. All I've got for it so far is this:

Buck: No, I mean it. I'm up for anything. If you can come up with something I won't do you win. But I'm telling you right now I never back down from a dare.

💻 Do you do research for your fics? What’s the deepest dive you’ve done?

fhjskfh I hate research. My deepest dive is whatever happens in the show. I'll rewatch or maybe read wikis to make sure I get show details accurate but anything else? I'm making that shit up bestie 😅

✨ Choose three adjectives to complement your own writing.

🙈 sweet, emotional, aaaaaand heartwarming? idk

💭 What is a headcanon you have about your own work?

I don't have headcanons about my own work! Everything is canon! They're my works! My reality! YOU can have headcanons about my works lol.

🍰 Name one of your fave comfort fics (doesn’t have to be your all time fave).

Of my own or someone elses?

Of my own fics, I love you (4k) is my fave.

Someone else's, the first that comes to mind is The Best Lie is a Truth (My Best Mask is My Face) (43k) by @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels uggghhh it is chef's kiss!! Fake dating my beloved! 💕

👩‍🏭 If one of your fics was going to get you arrested, which one and why?

Lazy Mornings (1k) for being so freaking adorable 🥰

⏰ Do you spend more time reading fic, writing fic, or do you do both equally?

I think it's fairly equal? But maybe a bit more time writing, because a lot of the reading I do is of physical books rather than fic.

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taglist because there's a sneaky snippet hidden above:

@dluoser @taketheplanspinitsideways @loudenthusiastic @wallywise @mxrcjqckspnchqsc

@therosesaredying @stillfuckingtired @classtrialguru @smolfunpenguin

@awesome-igi @natnuszsstuff @olliesrants @crazyfangirlallert @delirium1995

@brah3280 @meanceclosetohell @anythingeverythingallofthetime @sunflower-eddiediaz

@darkrose6578 @veronae-buddie @steadfastsaturnsrings @loveyouanyway @inell

@spicyrottingbrains @gnoeltop @idealuk @donationwayne @lemotmo

@smilingbuckley @realpersonwithrealfeelings @superlock-in-the-tardis @mjthe14thdoctor @strxwbereee

@idontknowwhatimdoing777 @ashleigh2658 @mari-lwyd-fannibal-blog @mineyneedsmoney

@spotsandsocks @unlifeira @pirrusstuff @buddiedaydreamer911

@littlevampireprincessuniverse @misshiss727 @i-put-the-star-in-bastard @hermioneindisguise @dangerpronebuddie

@specialbrownieeater @blue-winged-boy @bucks-daddy-issues @lightningmcqueer8

Let me know if you'd like to be added or removed 💕

p.s. I'm updating my taglist, check out the info on this post

[ezhiaray]

I don't have time to draw so lets plan some future probable animatics, in a fanfic like style. Starting with my latest obsession song. Part 1?

"I am the prophet with the answers you seek

Time, I've unlocked it.

I see pass and future running free"

Lucifer walked into Zaphkiel's(god's knowledge) observatory with a joyful beat in his step. A wide lovestruck smile brightened his already beautiful features. Zaphkiel turned from his writing at the sound of familiar foot steps coming closer to his desk. When he looked up from his work to face his younger brother, his eternal smile was softening. Zaphkiel already knew what Lucifer was going to ask. He's seen this scene in his mind thousands of times, and the results will always be the same. "Zaphkiel, could you please help me! The human, Lilith, she's makes me feel such warmth in my heart, and I want to be with her forever. Will I ever be with her, and what should I do?" The blond angel asked eagerly. The older angels wide smile deepened, and he had a rare sad look in his eyes. Zaphkiel moved from his seat behind his desk and walked over to Lucifer. He then explains to Lucifer about his powers and how all he can do is inform him what may happen as a result of his choices.

"There is a world where I help you get her

But that's not a world I know"

"What?"

Zaphkiel looks down at Lucifer with a sad smile his hand on Lucifer's should squeeze lightly in reassurance and worry about his upcoming future. Lucifer's face morphs from hopeful to confused, not knowing the meaning of the older angel's words. Zaphkiel then manifests his staff in his hands, which he lightly taps on the floor. From his staff, he summons blue mist like images of what he sees through his knowledge.

" I see a song a past romance"

Lucifer and Zaphkiel watch blue mist like images of Lucifer and Adam playing together in the garden spring up from the ground. Their running playing a game of tag, Lucifer chasing after a laughing/ smiling Adam. Both of their faces are flushed with activity and underlining attraction they have for the other that they don't know how to put into action. Lucifer smiles fondly at the scene before gripping at his heart as a shot of pain stabbed at it when he stared closely at Adam's innocent yet beautiful smile.

"I see the sacrifice of man"

The mist then transforms into a distraught looking Adam putting his arm around a unknown woman(Eve) and guiding her to walk toward the open gates of Eden. Lucifer feels he heart squeeze at watching the painful look litter his friend's face. He and Zaphkiel looked to the group of angels behind Adam and mysterious woman, all pointing them to the direction of the harsh wilderness outside of the garden gates, scornful expression marring their perfect faces.

"I see portrayals of betrayal

And a brother's final stand"

The mist then transitions to a scene of Lucifer attempting to cover a 'guilty' looking Lilith and Eve from an angrily crying Adam and a disappointed Michael. Zaphkiel and Lucifer watch as the mist version of Michael pulls out his sword to begin to approach a shocked Lucifer. Lucifer flinches and grabs at Zaphkiel's cloak, fearful of the intense look and stance of the mist clone of his strong brother.

"I see you on the brink of death

I see you draw your final breath"

Zaphkiel's mist begins to darken and becomes a deep red color as it transforms into an image of Lucifer falling. Lucifer cringes as he watches his falling body becoming burnt with holy flame and the intense heat generated from his descent from an unknown height. The young angel jerked his body in shock as he watched his clone plummet harshly into an unknown ground, creating a large crater. The older angel's mist transitions to a closer shot of Lucifer's bruised up face, his mouth wheezing out holy mist that turns to hellish flames by the second breath.

" I see a man who get to make it to her alive

But it's no longer you"

The red mist grows, and the image of a monster like Lucifer (demon form) hovers above the two angels. Lucifer looks up with disbelief at this twisted image of himself. The blond angel looked to Zaphkiel, who gazed at the hellish like reflection of his younger brother with a sad knowing smile. This was definitely him, and he felt his heart stiffen as he looked into the painful face and exhausted devilish joy this scene of him displayed. Lucifer felt confused, as anger bubbles in his chest, and a frown began to form on his face....

Honestly did not like writing this in a more fanfic style. I'm not very good with writing and don't have much time/patience to write fanfic like sentences. Will probably be more brief like when I'm planning animatics.

[ahlyasimps]

Treasure Hunter [O.G.]

Pairing: Ominis Gaunt x GN Reader (tried to make it GN and this fic could be read as platonic)

Summary: Ominis always seems to walk near those blasted field guide pages so you’ve taken to using him to help find the rest (by following him around, totally not stalking or anything).

A/N: Inspired by what actually did end up happening in game as I was exploring. Who needs the minimap when Ominis can lead you right to Herodiana’s vault.  Can’t believe the first piece of fanfic I ever write is for a stinking video game 😭

"There goes that new fifth year," the Gryffindor student said as he sighed to his friends. "Genuinely, I do believe they've got a few Wrackspurts flying around in that head of theirs," replied a Slytherin narrowly avoiding the sprinting fashion disaster that was Hogwart's newest enigma.

Dressed in the ugliest green hat, dragonskin cloak, a rather odd skull mask and what appeared to be mermaid regalia, was you. And truly, it wasn't your fault you almost ran into the poor Slytherin, casting revelio every second possible makes it terribly difficult to see. If anyone should be to blame, it would be Professor Weasley for making you collect all these field pages! While this is helping you get more "actual" practice with spells the constant sprinting around Hogwarts for them was exhausting. Never mind your "extracurricular activities" outside the castle's walls, climbing up and down all those flights of stairs was going to be the death of you.

Just when you wanted to catch a break you spotted your new favourite student, Ominis Gaunt. At first you were fascinated with the way his wand helps him to navigate the castle and followed him around to see how it worked, but after he unknowingly helped you find Herodiana's secret vault by walking to the location, you've taken to calling him your treasure hunter. Wherever he goes there always seems to be either a field guide page or chests to steal from! Naturally, this time would be no different so you started trying to follow him.

You followed Ominis as he walked down the dimly lit corridor. His wand was emitting a soft red light that guided his way. You could hear his footsteps echoing through the stone halls as he made his way towards the Great Hall. You trailed behind him, trying to stay out of sight, but also eager to see what he would lead you to next.

As he turned into an empty corridor he suddenly rounded on you. "And just what do you think you're doing?" he asked, eyes staring in your general direction. "You've been following me for awhile now and this isn't the first time. I've let you off because you seem harmless enough but I demand answers."

You froze, caught off guard by his sudden confrontation. "I-I'm sorry," you stammered, trying to think of an excuse but unable to. "I have these extra assignments to do from Professor Weasley where I have to collect these missing pages from a book and somehow, you always end up in the vicinity of these pages" As the words came out of you, you cringed realizing how weird it sounded, but it was the truth.

Ominis raised an eyebrow skeptically. "Is that so?" he said, his tone still sharp. He paused, "I don't have class for the rest of the day, and I've been curious to speak to the person who bested Sebastian in a duel. I suppose I can help out. However, I don't appreciate being following like some sort of animal. Next time if you wanted my help, you could have asked."

You felt your cheeks heat up with embarrassment, but also relief that he didn't seem too angry with you. "Thank you," you said, grateful for his help. "And I'm sorry for following you like that. I'll make sure to ask next time."

With that, Ominis led the way down the corridor, his wand still glowing in the dim light. You followed closely behind him, trying to match his pace. As he began to show you different areas of the castle you had yet to explore, you couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and gratitude towards him. Maybe this was the start of a beautiful friendship, or even something more. But for now, you were content just to explore Hogwarts with him and enjoy his company.

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𝟎𝟎𝟏: 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠?

💬 ➤ This blog posts things related to films or books (mostly Dead Poets Society).

💬 ➤ This blog started out as a writing blog about Harry Potter and such. March used to make fanfics (Past tense, she doesn't make it as often as before) about her hyperfixations.

💬 ➤ This blog is made on March 29, 2024 (3/29/24) using a burner email.

💬 ➤ This blog's posts consists of: DPS, HP, Marauders, memes, literature, poems, moodboards, films, shows, books, shitposts, dark academia aesthetic, light academia aesthetic, academic related things, updates about the owner, fangirling over fictional crushes, opinions, facts, rants about life, headcanons, LGBT+ stuff, kpop, k-dramas, gaza support / fundraiser links, etc.

💬 ➤ This blog's anon asks are closed (due to the owner getting death threats from anonymous people). The submissions are always open, though, you can't be anonymous. Do not be shy, I love answering your asks:).

💬 ➤ This blog will use tags like ; #March yaps, #March rants, #March loves her moots, #March answers!!, and/or #March is ----- (emotion she is currently feeling).

💬 ➤ This blog supports palestine ! (click the word 'palestine', there is a link that would take you to vetted fundraisers for the people involved in the 1$r@3l's conquest).

𝟎𝟎𝟐: 𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞?

🍥 ྀི — Me, myself, and I

╰┈➤ INTP-T

╰┈➤ #1 Richard Cameron apologist, fan, defender (and the love of his life™ real, he told me so).

╰┈➤ A minor (I don't really care if you're 18+, you can interact, just don't message me privately).

╰┈➤ Obsessed about films dating 1800s to 1900s, or films that have dark and/or chaotic academia aesthetics.

╰┈➤ I like the color blue, red, and pink.

╰┈➤ I moot people that like the same things that I like.

╰┈➤ I like books, and I write some stories SOMETIMES.

╰┈➤ I'm Filipino (save me).

╰┈➤ I'm bi.

╰┈➤ She/her/they/them

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╰┈➤ Please, tag me in tag games, I absolutely love it.

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╰┈➤ Current obsession : Tokyo Revengers, Viral Hit (webtoon)

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🍥 ྀི — NOT me, myself, and I

⤷ I am NOT mean. I love it when you interact.

⤷ I DON'T use Tumblr DMs.

⤷ I am NOT cringe. I use brain rot humor on my posts sometimes, sue me.

⤷ I am NOT a serious person. I can be serious, sure, but I'm often always joking around.

𝟎𝟎𝟑: 𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐨 𝐈 𝐚𝐜𝐭?

✓ — What you CAN do in this blog:

» Being respectful

» Interacting

» Supportive

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» Being toxic

» Sending hate to others or to the owner.

» Not respecting people's opinions.

» Not respecting people.

» Being racist (why?).

» Being homophobic/transphobic (why?) .

𝐔𝐡 𝐨𝐡! ฅ^.ᆺ.^ฅ

ⓘ Some posts may contain swear words (specifically rants, but I don't post that kind of stuff often).

ⓘ Some posts may be offensive (it depends on you if you get offended or not, but I don't post things sending hate to a specific type of audience).

💭 — ⍴ᥣᥱᥲsᥱ 𝗍ᥱᥣᥣ mᥱ і𝖿 ᥆ᥒᥱ ᥆𝖿 ᥒᥡ ⍴᥆s𝗍s һᥲ᥎ᥱ ᥆𝖿𝖿ᥱᥒძᥱძ ᥡ᥆ᥙ / mᥙᥣ𝗍і⍴ᥣᥱ ⍴ᥱ᥆⍴ᥣᥱ, і ᥕ᥆ᥙᥣძ gᥣᥲძᥣᥡ 𝗍ᥲkᥱ і𝗍 ძ᥆ᥕᥒ (ძᥱᥣᥱ𝗍ᥱ) і𝖿 ᥡ᥆ᥙ һᥲ᥎ᥱ ᥲ rᥱᥲs᥆ᥒ ᥲs 𝗍᥆ ᥕһᥡ ᥡ᥆ᥙ ᥕᥱrᥱ ᥆𝖿𝖿ᥱᥒძᥱძ (s᥆ і ᥴ᥆ᥙᥣძ ᑲᥱ𝗍𝗍ᥱr mᥡ ᥲᥴ𝗍і᥆ᥒs ᥒᥱ᥊𝗍 𝗍іmᥱ^^).

Thank you for your time to read all these. Do not ask me any more questions. I think that I've stated all the facts that you need to know regarding to this blog and I.

       — Sincerely, March. 

[bcbdrums]

For the fic writer ask?

🥭🍐🍇

From this ask game.

🥭 Rank from most enjoyable/fun to write to least: Fluff, Smut, Angst, Crack.

Angst, fluff, smut, crack. Crack is hard because I don't know how to do humor. And the humor I do occasionally write doesn't fit the crack-vibe. Smut... Becomes kind of one-note after awhile, for me. Fluff is a delight. They DESERVE to be happy and I will write all those warm fuzzy feels that may not be entirely in character but gosh darn it, the blorbos deserve them!!! And angst... Ah, angst, my wheelhouse. They're already suffering in canon. I will make it worse, I will drag it out for thousands of words... And I'm good at it. Definitely the easiest, and the most fun.

🍐 Is there anything in canon that you absolutely hate and love to fix in fics? A wrong choice made, a bad characterization, a misunderstanding never cleared up, a conversation never shown onscreen, etc…

I wouldn't say hate. If I hate something I tend to dissociate from it. Like, I won't watch Star Trek Generations at all. Never seen it. Trekkies know why, probably. If I didn't see it happen, it never happened! (I still don't hate it - can't hate something I haven't seen.) Or Soul Eater NOT, again don't hate, but hate certain choices so I just...dissociate and disavow. Especially when it heavily contradicts established canon, it's easy to disavow. But if I'm just mildly annoyed by something, or frustrated, I'll write like...missing scenes. Things that answer the unanswered questions or clear up confusion. Or when a thing ends too soon, I may write a missing scene thing that fleshes out more of the details and emotions. But as a canon purist I never change things. Now, if we wanna be specific about a specific canon... Honestly, nothing is leaping out? Just that missing scene/fleshing out details, thing.............. WAIT. I've got one. In the Soul Eater manga. Maka should have hugged Spirit. Like. I get that the author needed to wrap things up fast, and comedy is a good way to do it. But.... That...... What the author did there. That was wrong. Which makes me think of the Soul Eater anime. A specific thing I would have changed is, all of Crona's lines in the final scene in the Death Room should have been spoken by Spirit (and changed to make more sense). Honestly, that part makes me cringe. It ruins the final episode for me. I won't keep going about it because it'll make me upset, but yeah.

🍇 Is there a particular scene/episode/book/etc that you want to just write a million fics about, over and over? Which one?

Well............... I've technically written over 200 fanfics about Drakken/Shego in Kim Possible. Just....those two. Aaaaaaahhhhh yesssssss making a villain romance work. That hits the spot. Like. How many love confession fics can I write? A lot, apparently. In Soul Eater, basically any moment Stein and Spirit are together onscreen I want to write about. 😅 Same in the manga. I'm not obsessed, I swear-- Other fandoms... I do have those moments but they aren't leapint out at me right now. If I think of them I'll edit this post to include them. Was trying to think of Star Trek and Sherlock Holmes (book and TV) canons. Hmm...

Thanks for the ask!!

[superficialdomina]

Writer Self-Rec Fics Ask Game

Rules: writers list your top 5 favorite fics of yours and then send this to 5 writers! :)

@divine-knight-hand thank you for this lovely ask!!! I'm sorry I forgot about it for so long - I think I was a bit embarrassed to answer, since I have such a pathetically short fic list, but I will list the five that I HAVE written in order of my favourites.

1. Devoted (sub!Loki/domme!Reader, established D/s relationship)

This is easily my personal favourite, even though it's much less popular than some of my others. It's rather fluffy (for a highly smutty story!), and I really like the way it came together (no pun intended).

2. Missed connection part 3 (Tom Hiddleston/Reader. Smutty/angsty fic with a hint of fluff and a bit of a sad ending. Total self indulgent nonsense.)

I don't know if it's fair to call these three separate stories, but this part is my favourite. It's long-ish but it was the most fun to write. It's also a bit more recent and tbh my writing is just better than in some of the earlier stuff.

3. Vulnerable (sub!Loki/domme!Reader)

I guess this is kind of my sub!Loki origin story. It was my first ever fanfic and... it shows? When I read it back now I cringe at it pretty horribly. But it's somehow by far my most popular story.

4. & 5. Missed connection parts 1 & 2 (Tom Hiddleston/Reader)

The opening scenes for Missed Connection 3, these are my least favourites. Not because I don't love and appreciate them - I really do - but again, I read back over them now and think how much better I could have written them. Part 1 is a bit thirsty/angsty but smut-free.

Tagging some authors - I would love to know your favourites! What are your self recs??

@acidcasualties @lokisgoodgirl @mochie85 @muddyorbsblr @lokischambermaid

[the-one-who-lambs]

About me!!

I'm Hannah (she/they). This is my Cult of the Lamb side blog; my main is @onethirdofimpossible and I also go by that username on AO3. I'm in my mid twenties and I'm from the US. If you're here, it's probably because you've read my fics, but I've written many fanfics for Cult of the Lamb. My works are typically focused on narilamb or the Bishop family, but I go all over the place: whether you like to read multichaps or oneshots, rated G or E, shippy or not, angst or fluff... there's probably something I've written that you'll enjoy! I'm best known as the author of The Risen Lamb and the Fallen God (the old version that I wrote back in 2022, and the new-and-improved "director's cut" version that is my current wip!) and The Care and Keeping of Baby Eldritch Gods.

A few other hobbies I have besides writing are cooking/baking, making plushies, digital art, and playing flute!

Despite being able to write pretty consistently, I'm a Ph.D. student in environmental science. If I haven't posted a fic update in a while, I'm probably preparing for a conference or getting into a fistfight with hydrostatic equilibrium or something.

Links

All my written works on AO3

Twitch, a recent endeavor of mine where I stream games and occasional art/writing!!

Fic playlist for The Risen Lamb and the Fallen God, with all songs in chronological order of what they refer to in the fic c:

I have a ko-fi but paypal is giving me shit so if you REALLY wanna b nice I have a Throne. I don't expect anything ever but if u get me something I'd die for you. and write more stuff while happier.

FAQ below the cut!

How long have you been writing?

I've been writing fanfiction since I was in sixth grade! I wrote what was basically a self-insert pokemon soulsilver fanfic, entirely by hand. It took up four full composition notebooks and then some. However, I've only been posting my writing publicly since 2016. Even after that, I had a nasty habit of making a sideblog for any fandoms I got really into, then deleting my blog and sometimes orphaning my works when I lost interest. I've since learned my lesson, though!

How long have you been drawing?

Ha, uh. I got a digital drawing tablet in May 2023, and started really drawing as a hobby for about... three months, and then the school year started again. Between then and June 2024 I drew like one or two things. So I've actually been practicing for only a few months. Constructive criticism on my art is welcome, especially as I learn!

May I send a fic/art request?

If my bio says they're open, you may, I think they're really fun! Depending on what does or doesn't inspire me, I won't take every single request, but I love requests because they give me excuses to try new things.

Do you write smut?

I've written a couple E-rated fics! My alternate pseud for fics of that caliber is remainderofreality. I don't write it very often, though.

What made you decide to start writing? What makes you decide to keep writing?

1. I had a creative bug I couldn't not itch. 2. Having creative hobbies and sticking to them has dramatically improved my life. I'm happier, I have so many friends it's connected me with, I get to see other people be inspired by things I make (?!), it keeps my mind active and playful, etc etc.

Do you have any suggestions for people looking to start writing?

Before you start worrying about the quality of your writing, the most important advice I can give you is to keep writing and have fun with it. Don't be afraid of being "cringe" or not getting the engagement numbers you're hoping for (in fact, it's better to not have any expectations about that at all!). Not everything you write is going to cater to everyone, and that's okay! But writing (especially fanfiction) is first and foremost for fun and even though it's difficult and you will struggle, it should be rewarding and fun. I've answered a few asks about writing advice and I can't find them all but here are the ones I can: 1 2 3 4

When do you expect to update your fic next?

Lmao god if I know but I'm working on my wips nearly every single day so I promise I haven't forgotten it. I'm a busy person! I'm a PhD student, teaching assistant, research assistant, and executive dysfunction haver.

Do you take commissions?

I don't, and I have no plans to as of now. I'm actually personally against writing fanfic for pay (copyright and ethical reasons), but for art I'm simply not experienced enough yet to be comfortable with that. However, I have TONS of friends who do take commissions so if you're looking for someone I can give you recs

May I draw fanart for you based on your fics?

ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME I EXPLODE WITH JOY if you do please share it with me please please please. I will also likely ask for your permission to print it out and frame it (not a hyperbole, btw).

[sotwk]

Can I ask what inspired you to write about Legolas having other siblings?

Superficial yet honest answer: Because it means getting more Elves that resemble both Legolas and Thranduil, and that means you get a gorgeous lineup of characters that look like THIS:

(Please click/zoom to enlarge)

L-R: Prince Turhir, Prince Gelir, Crown Prince Mirion, Prince Arvellas, Prince Legolas

Now for a more thorough, meaningful answer...

What inspired the "Sons of the Woodland King" (SotWK) AU, the core premise of which is that Legolas had brothers?

It started as a roleplay concept, back in 2004 (I think? It was so long ago!), when I first started dabbling in LOTR fanfiction not long after the release of RotK.

Because roleplaying games typically encourage the creation of original characters, I suppose it just occurred to me that having multiple Princes of the Woodland Realm would make for an interesting setting and premise centered around the Elves of Mirkwood.

Believe it or not, I had not even read The Hobbit at that point, and it was prior to PJ's film adaptation, so inspiration did not come from Lee Pace's magnificent portrayal of Thranduil--though it certainly turbo-fueled ideas later on!

SotWK back then was quite a silly, shallow game focused primarily on fluffy romance and shipping, without much direction, canon authenticity, or detail. I still have some old copies of the stuff I wrote from that era; they are definitely cringe and I don't care to share them again, ever. LOL.

Fast-forward to 2014, when The Hobbit Trilogy came out. I returned briefly to the Tolkien fandom and the SotWK concept, and dropped a few chapters of "Greenleaf's Day Out", only to pause it halfway, unfinished (because I got distracted when I met the man who would then become my husband...and life happened).

Fast forward again to 2022: A husband and two babies later, in need of a hobby I can squeeze in between the hectic activities of motherhood/adulting, I returned to fanfiction writing and wound up coming to Tumblr to share it. Finally equipped with book knowledge from LOTR, Hobbit, AND the Silmarillion, I completed "Greenleaf's Day Out", my first (and so far only) Thranduilion-focused story, and decided I wanted to keep writing and sharing more.

Why the Thranduilion Princes, brotherhood, and family-centered stories hold such a dear place in my heart:

I grew up as one of three sisters, and just one brother whom I love but never really had a close relationship with. I guess with boys being few in our family (even amongst my cousins), I didn't have a lot of interaction with them growing up, and it led to a fascination and fondness for brotherhood stories.

As most of my followers know by now, I'm a mom with two sons of my own. The birth of my second son coincided with my return to fanfic writing and the Tolkien fandom, so surely life with my young family influenced the decision to focus on the SotWK concept.

I think Thranduil is an AMAZING character with a fascinating yet underdeveloped history. I enjoy creating stories about his background as a king, a lover/husband, and a father, but I love most of all his role as a father both to his biological sons and the citizens/subjects he views as his children.

Thank you for this wonderful Ask @a-world-of-whimsy-5, and giving me the opportunity to share my writing history! <3

[isagrimorie]

WIP guessing game - “Fight”

For the WIP Fanfic Game: Send me a word, if it’s in my wip document I’ll answer your ask with the sentence that it appears in.

I'm choosing one of my Many Picard!Seven Meets Her Voyager!Family.

Janeway, Tom, and B'Elanna jump forward in Time and meet Seven. Post-Stardust City Rag.

“I assume you’ve participated in bar fights, Mr. Paris?” Janeway asked, sotto voce. “Practically lived in bars once upon a time.” “No offense, but this is a lot more dangerous than a bar fight!” B’Elenna said after a snarl. Janeway had no doubt B’Elenna cut an intimidating figure befitting her Klingon heritage. “We can all just walk away,” Janeway said in a placating tone. Still hoping to de-escalate. It’s a different matter being on a ship with phasers and torpedoes, another matter when it’s just them. Janeway shifted her weight, but they’re not going to go down easy either. Janeway hates losing in anything. And her priority is to get her crew out of here, safe. Somewhere behind them Janeway heard someone swear, the sound of breaking glass.

Someone stumbled into their group, knocking Janeway back to the side, into B’Elanna. B’Elanna caught her arm and steadied Janeway. “Watch it!” One of the Romulans growled.

The interloper wore a battered brown leather jacket and reeked of alcohol. “You’re in my way.”

Janeway blinked and turned her head, the person was hunched over and even if she didn’t see who it was, it seemed they’d had better days. Aside from the heavy stench of alcohol, the stringy dirty blonde hair was all over the place preventing Janeway from seeing any discernible features. “Mind your business.” “Funny,” the interloper said with a rasp to their voice. “That was what I was trying to do.” And then almost suddenly, the leather jacket interloper bashed their head against the lead Romulan. The Romulan reared back falling against a stool and crashing to the floor. The cronies of the Romulan roared to retaliate but their leather-clad savior already had two guns out. One of the guns was aimed at the lead Romulan’s head and the other to keep away the others. “These Starfleet trash are my bounty.” Janeway felt her jaw drop when she finally saw their rescuer’s face as she stood at her full height. “What the hell!” She heard Tom whisper. “This isn’t your business, half-meat!” Instead of answering, a heavy boot stomped on the leg of the Romulan gang leader. Janeway cringed, hearing bone break. The Romulan yowled. “This is Ranger business. They’re my bounty. And if you call me that again,” Seven, and it was Seven. No one else had that profile, that distinctive Ocular implant. But the expression on her face was wholly alien. “I’ll tear your arm off and beat your friends with it.” The tension was palpable but the energy had shifted in their favor. Seven turned her head tagging each and every occupant in the room and they visibly recoiled. And then she turned her gaze at them and Janeway found herself, not recoiling exactly but taking a startled step back. Janeway was used to being on the receiving end of Seven’s furious stares but she was used to Seven's furious stares in a placid facade. There was a rawness in her expression that reminded Kathryn far too much of the first time Seven of Nine woke-up in the sick bay after her exo-plating was removed. Tom was not used to Seven's glares. And seemed to have taken a step back almost behind B’Elenna. “Let’s go.” Seven threw some credit chips on the bar and then swept away. She clearly expects them to follow. At least that part of Seven had not changed. Janeway looked at Tom and B'Elanna and then nodded her permission to follow Seven. They stumbled out of the bar into a chilly and sandy street. Seven was a few steps away from them. “What the hell is going on?” B’Elenna demanded.

“I have no idea,” Janeway admitted. “But we have to catch up with Seven.” “Or someone who looks like Seven,” Tom said. “Either way, we have to go,” Janeway said picking up the pace.

[idkyouyet23]

‘On My Mind’

~ a LITG Max fanfic ~ 

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

Chapter Four - Boy Of My Dreams 

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞 💌:

I’m loving writing this little fanfic so far and I’m hoping that you guys are enjoying it as much as I am making it,

I decided to not write smut at the end as writing it makes me cringe as I’m not very good at it  but it’s implied,

Thank you for reading and for the kudos,

I love you all so much 🫂❤️‍🩹

As always, I’d love to hear your thoughts & feedback in the comments!!!

~Jess

you can read below or on AO3, whatever you like :)

𝐉𝐚𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞’𝐬 𝐏𝐨𝐯:

The next morning, just as Max and I are finishing our smoothies that we made together, the text comes in about the Mr & Mrs challenge.

𝘐 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸,

‘We know a lot about each other considering that we’ve only known each other 2 days Jazzy’, Max reassures 

‘Yeah I agree, I’m confident that we’ll do well in this’ 

‘I’m glad that you’re confident about us’

‘Of course I am, I’m very confident about us’ 

I lean in just as Max does the same,

I hold his face as I press our lips together,

we smile into the sweet kiss and the two of us pull away after hearing a cough

‘Sorry to interrupt but the challenge is about to start!’

Claudia announces and with that, 

we run off to the challenge

‘Where were you two?’, Bea inquires but before either of us could answer, 

Claudia says

‘They were kissing in the kitchen!’

‘Aww isn’t that sweet’, Bea beams as Liam chimes in 

‘Not as cute as you Bea’

The challenge goes smoothly until Emel wins the challenge, a text pings from her phone 

‘Ooh I can pick anyone here to take on a date’ 

I notice Kyle’s eyes light up but Emel is giving a flirty look towards Max

𝘌𝘮𝘦𝘭 𝘪𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘔𝘢𝘹 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘩𝘦?

‘Who are you going to pick Emel?’

Bea asks her and Emel glances in my direction 

‘I’m gonna pick Max!’

Kyle frowns and Max shifts uncomfortably 

𝘗𝘰𝘰𝘳 𝘭𝘢𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘌𝘮𝘦𝘭 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘭𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘒𝘺𝘭𝘦

‘Max, I’ll give you a date that you’ll never forget’, Emel winks at him as she leaves to go get ready,

Max wanders over to me 

‘Can I pull you for a quick chat Jazzy?’

‘Yeah sure’

Max leads us over to the swing seat

‘I just want you to know that my head is fully with you Jazzy, Emel can try but she’s not you’

I can’t help but smile at him.

𝘔𝘢𝘹 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘺

‘I’m so glad ‘cause my head is with you too’

‘You have no idea how happy I am to hear that!’

Max smiles fondly at me but then he sighs

‘I better go get ready, we’ll talk later gorgeous’ 

𝘔𝘢𝘹 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘰𝘶𝘴?!,

he truly does know how to make my heart melt 

After getting ready for the evening,

Kyle and I decide to have a chat about the date 

‘So you seemed upset when Emel didn’t pick you for the date’

Kyle nods 

‘Yeah I was gutted, still am to be honest.

How are you feeling?’

‘Max told me that his head is fully with me so I’m trying to not worry too much but I still am a bit worried’

‘Max is a great guy, from what he’s been saying he really likes you Jazzy so I wouldn’t be worried if I was you’ 

I feel relief after hearing that

𝘚𝘰 𝘔𝘢𝘹 𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘺, 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸!

After Emel and Max’s date, 

he asks to talk to me at the terrace

‘To be completely honest, I didn’t enjoy the date, it was very awkward’

‘I could sense the awkwardness between you two when you came back’ 

‘I honestly just wanna forget about that date and focus on us’, Max glances at me

‘Yeah let’s do that!’

You were the only person who was on my mind during that date, also can I just say that you’re looking absolutely breathtaking this evening Jazzy’

‘Aww thanks! You’re the sweetest and honestly you’re looking so fine right now’

‘Really?’

‘You definitely do! I can’t resist you’

I blurt out and Max smirks,

the two of us share a few passionate kisses

‘To be honest I can’t resist you either’

Max winks at me 

‘Ooh is that right?’ I tease 

‘Yeah that’s right’

I begin to play with the waistband of his jeans, I stare at Max who has a massive grin on his face 

‘You’re a total worldie! You know that?’

‘I suppose I must be, now can I have you Max?’ I ask once again staring at him 

‘You better believe it baby and you can definitely have me’

And with that, clothes are flung around the terrance immediately,

𝘔𝘢𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘴.