#fanfic kiss meme

[thisbluespirit]

For the Fanfic kiss meme, for @lurking-latinist - who asked for Seven/Romana + 20 (on a scar), but unfortunately while I am for the most part happy to go along with a bit of Doctor/Romana on demand, for some reason this is any Doctor/Romana except Five or Seven, who are NOTPS. (THis is totally illogical! idk. it just is.)

Have some Six/Romana, with thoughts of The Apocalypse Element in mind to make up for it, for the same prompt:

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The story of what the Daleks had done to her was written on her hands.  Elsewhere, too, he imagined, his face darkening.  He did not let her withdraw his fingers from his.  He lowered his head and kissed them.

“Really, Doctor,” she said, her head leant a little to one side.  She’s still the same as ever to him, even if her voice has gained a wry, weathered tone, and her face a few lines from time as well as the Daleks.  “You seem to be getting terribly romantic in your old age.”

“Perhaps one of us has to.”

She gave a small smile.  “Oh, Doctor.  As if you don’t get tortured every other Wednesday.”

“That’s not the same!”

Romana turned his hand over and traced a finger across its tell tale marks: a burn here, a cut there.  “Isn’t it?”

“Not the every other Wednesday kind, no.  What you went through –”

“I’d rather you didn’t mention it.”  For one moment her hand quivered in his.  She raised her head.  “Better not, I think.  Don’t you?”

She kissed his palm.

“Oh?”  He arched an eyebrow.  “Who’s being romantic now?”

She laughed.  “Well, it is good to see you again, Doctor.”

Send me a ship + a kiss here!

[almightaylor]

my alex and henry obsession

[wrenegade-art]

I said I'd do it and I did. It just took me awhile

[sensitivesiren]

watched season 2

[verkomy]

I LOVE THE HOBBIT SO MUCH

[messrsbyler]

it’s tough out there.

[kisses-from-crows]

me, in the morning finding grammar mistakes on a fic my adhd ass wrote on my phone in a diary app, edited myself, and posted at 11:30 pm

[thisbluespirit]

For @pers-books for the fanfic kiss meme, for Harry/Ruth + #8 in secrecy.

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Their kisses are secret, like everything else.  (We’re made of secrets, you and I.)

“Harry,” she says, before she leaves his office.  They’re standing together at the door. She lays a hand on his arm, and his head lifts; she sees the query in his eyes.   (Is it an emergency, a traitor in their midst, or is it this thing between them?)

Ruth shivers, dares to lean across, to kiss him, behind the door, in the blind spot where no one can see – maybe, if they’re quick enough – and pulls away before she departs, clutching files to her chest.  Her lips curve into an equally secret smile.

They meet on benches; they talk shop and pretend they're a couple.  He kisses her right out in the open, a lie and a truth entwined together; kisses her so hard Ruth can barely breathe.

They like it like this.  Too much.  It can’t end well. 

They’re casual acquaintances, running into each other on the street.  The grid is compromised.  What else can they do?

She gives him a memory stick by sleight of hand while they exchange quick, public how-are-yous, and then, when he starts to move on, she grasps his coat. She shoots him a wicked look, and leans in to kiss his cheek in farewell.  They brush against each other more they should as they pass on; she this way, he that.

It’s not normal.  It’s not safe.  Neither of them could do it any other way if you paid them.  Her heart dances.  Next time, it says.  Next time.

(We’re made of secrets, you and I.)

Send me a ship + kiss here!

[eirianerisdar]

i cannot for the life of me remember whether i sent the ch21 memes or if i just forgot abt them, so here’s ch21 & 22. chapter 22 was absolutely brilliant and i thoroughly enjoyed reading it. as much as i love icarus!daniel, call me mclaren because i love seeing him suffer even more. ♥️

Hahah there weren’t any memes for chapter 21, no, so this is the first time I’ve seen any of these and I’m dying laughing

THE FIRST ONE THOUGH?? For Max accidentally getting soap into Daniel’s eye last chapter and frantically trying to get it out? HOW did you find such an accurate picture I snorted so hard my sinuses hurt

Thank you as always for your Icarus memes they’re pure serotonin after I post each chapter

[the-unpopular-opinion]

Writing for fandoms like.....

And the truth:

Not all “popular” writers are that good, and not all not popular writers are bad.

But unless people get more exposure and the popular blogs are willing to recommend people for the mere fact of those people to gain visibility nothing’s gonna change.

So please, recommend and support  -- not ONLY people you like or know but also people who need help to be seen

And at the end everyone deserve to find their people.

Which could only happen with group effort .There is no other way.

[antivanruffles]

💜 + killugon if you would still like a prompt! :D

Always happy for a killugon prompt!

💜 surprise kiss / impulsive kiss

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It was impossible not to notice. At least in his mind.

Any normal person would have missed it or ignored it or pretty much anything other than stared, strangely fixated while Gon talked and gesticulated, emphasizing whatever story he was telling.

Killua, however, was more focused on the small dollop of chocolate ice on Gon's face, just at the corner of his mouth.

It had gotten there when Gon had taken a sneaky bite of Killua's ice cream cone (which was now melting the longer he ignored it in favor of staring), wanting to try the flavor compared to his own brightly colored icy concoction (which was definitely melted in the cup Gon held as he ignored it in favor of his story).

If he were a normal person he would tell Gon about the smudge on his face. Or politely wipe away it with his napkin.

Apparently Killua was not a normal person because neither of those options were the first that entered his mind. Instead he had imagined leaning forward, capturing Gon's lips in a kiss, and licking that smear of chocolate away in the processes.

He sighed.

"Gon?" he said, just loud enough to catch his attention.

"Hm?" Gon turned to face him and blinked owlishly.

"You have something." He raised his hand and gestured vaguely. "Just there."

"Huh? Oh!" Gon stole Killua's napkin out of his hand without asking and wiped at his face. "Good?"

"Yup." Killua turned his attention back to the melting cone in his hand, licking a swipe up the side to keep it from dripping onto his fingers.

Killua felt Gon's gaze and swiveled his eyes toward him. "What?" he asked.

Gon was staring rather intently at Killua, weirdly focused on his chin. Killua was ready to ask him what he was looking at when Gon's eyes darted from his face, down to the crumpled napkin in his hand, and back again. There was a split second where Killua could see Gon working out some problem or another.

Then he must've come to some conclusion because he rocked forward, quick as lightning, and kissed Killua full on the mouth. Another second passed by and Killua felt Gon's tongue swipe over his lip, and just below.

Another second and Gon pulled back and licked his lips.

Killua stared at him in bewilderment for a moment, had the idiot read his damned mind?

"You could've just used the napkin like a normal a person," he finally said, trying for irritated even as heat flooded his cheeks.

"Could've." Gon agreed with a shrug.

Killua shook his head, more than a little fondly. He held Gon's gaze for a moment, then leaned in and kissed him again, which was readily returned.

"Killua?" Gon said against his mouth. "Your ice cream is gonna melt."

"Who cares?" Killua pulled back just enough to toss the cone into the trash beside their bench.

"But it's choco--" Gon's protest was cut short as Killua kissed him again.

"Who cares," he repeated into the kiss. Gon tasted better anyway.

[inaris-mage-of-storms]

" - And he wasn't happy about finding someone else in the temple, but he was so certain that his little map meant he would be able to find the artifact before I could," said Scott to his audience. The regular meeting between rulers had concluded, and while some had already left for their respective empires, a few stayed to socialize. At some point the conversation turned to how some of them had coincidentally first met years before they held any power.

"He didn't know I could see it glowing through the walls," Scott continued. "Gave him quite the surprise when I walked out of the room with the statue in hand just as he got there."

"Gave me quite the surprise when you decked me, too," said Pix. "You laid me out and took off with it."

"Well, I wasn't about to risk you getting hold of it when I'd done all the work," said Scott smugly.

"Most embarrassing excavation of my career," sighed Pix. "Outwitted by a common thief."

"Excuse you," said Scott indignantly. "I'm not common. And what's an archaeologist anyway but a thief who writes things down."

Pix laughed. "I'm not a thief at all," he said. "I'm a collector, as you're so fond of calling it yourself."

"Yes, and 'collecting' is how you learned to pick locks," smirked Scott. "A skill you picked up for only the most noble of endeavors, I'm sure."

"You punched me in the face the first time we met too!" interjected Fwhip. "Am I detecting a pattern?"

"That was your own fault," Scott reminded him. "I so graciously let you stay at my camp and you tried to steal the ores I had on me."

"Such violence hidden behind such a pretty face!" said Sausage, and winked at Scott. "Now I kind of feel left out. I think we just kissed in a pond the first time we met."

"That was definitely not what happened," said Scott.

"Okay maybe not, but we did kiss on day one." Scott rolled his eyes, and Sausage grinned.

"Wait wait wait, I think I know how Scott picks his friends!" laughed Fwhip. "He just plays Kiss or Kill with everyone he meets, and if the answer is 'yes' to at least one of them then he keeps them!"

Scott let out a heavy sigh. "I really want to argue that point, but I think you might be right," he said. "Maybe not from the first meeting, but I've definitely either kissed or punched every single one of my allies at some point."

Oli let out a dramatic gasp. "I've never been struck by your fair hand nor kissed by your sweet lips!" he cried out, clutching his chest with one hand and sweeping the other out to the side. "Are we not friends, Scott? Have my affections for you been one-sided all this time?!"

Scott regarded the bard with a bemused expression. "Oli, what affections? We don't have an official alliance," he said. "And we've barely interacted outside of these meetings."

"Oh yeah, that's true," said Oli sheepishly. "Had a bit of 'fomo' for a second, don't mind me."

"It sounds silly, but Fwhip might actually be on to something," mused Joel. "With the fellas, anyway."

"The girls get a free pass," agreed Scott. "We're automatically friends unless they try to steal my man."

"But you don't have a man to steal," said Lizzie.

"That's twice you've pointed out I'm single. Friendship revoked," said Scott, and Lizzie cackled.

"There's only one ally that doesn't fit," said Sausage. "Unless you've already dumped Jimmy and I just didn't know it."

"No, we still have an alliance," said Scott.

"My theory still works with them anyway," said Fwhip to Sausage. "Scott and Jimmy have definitely - ow."

Scott sipped his drink and acted like he hadn't just kicked Fwhip under the table, but to his displeasure everyone's eyes were already on him. He'd never been more glad for Jimmy's habit of leaving almost as soon as meetings ended instead of sticking around to chat.

"The sheriff is an exception," he said, fixing Fwhip with a stare that he hoped conveyed his silent demand for the goblin's discretion. "Gunpowder and terracotta are valuable resources to have access to. And I feel sorry for him. He's trying his best, but you lot do nothing but give him a hard time despite claiming to be his friends."

"He fired me," said Fwhip. "I'm allowed a bit of a grudge before I forgive him."

"And he's so easy to tease," said Joel. "He's always getting in someone's face at the slightest provocation. He practically begs to be given a hard time!"

"That may be so," said Scott, "but you don't have to take it as far as you do sometimes. Give the poor man a break."

He reached for the last slice of cake, but Fwhip beat him to it and clambered up into the rafters. "Too slow!" he crowed. "Mine now."

"It's cute how you think I can't reach you up there," said Scott. "You have five seconds to give it back before I come after you."

Fwhip smirked, shoved the cake in his mouth, and made a rude gesture. "Come an' get me, circus boy," he said around his mouthful of dessert, and scrambled to the next beam as Scott jumped to his feet amid cheers of fight, fight, fight! from the others.

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[ohblackdiamond]

🥺🛒🧐 for emoji ask game please.

love your fanfic. I might not have told you...😌

🥺 Is there a certain type of moment or common interaction between your characters that never fails to put you in your feels?

The tell-off. For whatever reason, Paul and Peter (specifically) yelling at each other over all their old hurts probably is the most painful stuff for me to read/write.

I often find sex scenes extremely hard to write (which is too bad, since most of my fics involve at least one sex scene) but that doesn't really put me in my "feels" or anything.

🛒  What are some common things you incorporate in your fics? Themes, feels, scenes, imagery, etc.

I've talked about this before a bit, but the idea of growing old and growing out of time/out of touch, and wanting quite desperately to hold onto some memories of the past and bring it back to life, even when it's impossible. Watching a whole world change around you when you can't keep up, and keep putting out the same material again and again. Not being able to cut the mustard. Most of my non-seventies fics are centered around that. Repairing broken relationships, or at least wanting to. Loneliness, self-imposed isolation, self-sabotage. But it's mostly all about aging.

🧐  Do you spend much time researching for your stories?

I try, particularly when it's a "period piece," if you will. I'm sort of old (in tumblr years, I'm dead), so there's certain anachronisms I don't have any trouble avoiding (but not all). Overall, I'm more concerned with vibe/mentality/turns of phrase being right for the time period and so what I'll do is listen to interviews from that era, both of KISS and just of people on the street, and I'll listen to my parents, who are KISS-age, and the way they talk (the word choice, cadence, etc. is different between generations).

Full disclosure, if you want particulars, I have spent an awful lot of time researching seventies lingerie and Studio 54.

Thank you!! It makes me happy that you enjoy my stories! And thank you for your asks as well.

[kiwiana-writes]

#28 for ask fic game ☺️ object: lost keys scenario: last two in the office Alex & Henry!

28. I will name you three things (object — scenario — fandom/ship): write a paragraph or two!

(Sidenote: I love that there's, like, one writing prompt buried in the middle of all these standard writer asks lol)

"Right, I don't think I'm going to get anything else productive done tonight." Alex barely grunts in acknowledgement to Henry's announcement, hyperfocused on the formula he's trying to untangle. Whoever's been fucking with his Google Sheet, he's going to hunt them down once he fixes this. "You have the office key, yes?"

"Yes, mom." Alex rolls his eyes with a huff, blindly reaching his left hand out towards the spot on the desk he always keeps them on when he's expecting to be the last one in, and finds—nothing. "Wait, no—what the fuck?" And then he remembers. "Fucking Hunter took them and never returned them."

"I'll call Zahra."

"Tell her it's Hunter's fucking fault!" Alex tosses over his shoulder as he gets back to work. Fucking INDEX/MATCH. It doesn't take long until everything's finally calculating again, and when he throws his hands up in a triumphant yell, kicking his chair away from his desk so he can do a victory spin, Henry is standing behind him looking amused.

"She'll be here in an hour or so. I think I may have interrupted a date."

"Oh, damn." Alex grins. "She's gonna murder Hunter. Think she'll let me watch?"

[Ask game for fanfic writers]

[postalninja]

For your different types of kisses writing ask :)

9. Rough kisses mellowing out into a softer kiss

Her hands gripped his cloak and his fingers tangled in her hair as their lips met in feverish desperation. All thoughts fled from Marle's mind at the press of his lips, of his body pushing hers hard against the stone wall. Hidden as they were in the shadow of an alcove, the world shrank to only the two of them. Magus' tongue invaded her mouth, a welcome intrusion which she returned in enthusiastic kind. Anyone could have walked by and discovered them. All it would take was an errant sound to attract a passerby's attention, and Marle's respectability would be ruined.

Coming to her senses, she pressed her hands against Magus' chest, gently pushing him away. But her lips would not leave his, only slow their assault into a show of lingering passion instead of ravenous wanting. Eventually, they parted, foreheads resting together and breath mingling. "We can't keep doing this," she whispered with a discouraged sigh.

"We could if you stopped caring about what others think," he replied under his breath, not unkindly, but with an edge of reprehension nonetheless. Marle shook her head dejectedly. "I am who I am," she reminded him, "and I can't afford not to care. Not anymore." The days of her youth had perhaps not been as carefree as one would normally expect, considering that the fate of the world had depended on her and her friends, but it had been a time of freedom as well. Freedom from the duties of being a princess. Those days were behind her now. Guardia needed her, and she could not forsake her kingdom. Magus sighed. "I know," he whispered, raising a hand to stroke her cheek. "I just..." she began, faltering, "I need time to think on what this means," she gestured between them. "To figure out whether it can work..."

Cradling her face, Magus swooped in once more, depositing a gentle kiss to her mouth, lingering but without the heat and promise from before. "I'll be waiting," he murmured into her ear, then swept away, his cloak swishing in his wake, and Marle was left cold with his absence in the recessed nook of stone.

[i-have-one-braincell]

Just wanted to post the Ultimate trio from how they’re basically portrayed in my fic “The Day I Called You Mine” 💀😭 They my sunshines🫶🫶