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[teenagecriminalmastermind]

Viserys has one foot in the grave, the other in a hello kitty roller skate

[writing-for-marvel]

Taglist Update 🏷

Hiya, just thought I’d provide an update for you all since I announced I was discontinuing my taglists earlier this year

My plan was to keep my taglists going until I finished my Duke!Bucky series however, that has taken me a lot longer than I initially intended & as there will most likely be relatively long periods of time between each part, I’m not prepared to continue with these until a time where this is completed. So I will be discontinuing these from this point onwards, with the exception for It Started With A Smile in which everyone who is already on the list will be tagged

Please follow my library blog @ems-library and turn on post notifications

My reasoning for this is because it takes me such a long time to complete the tags yet most people just ignore the fic altogether or simply leave a like. I’m not getting the return in engagement in proportion to how much effort I spend on tagging people

For those who do read my work and continually reblog with nice comments, you know who you are and I recognise those of you engaging with my work, so a huge thank you to you 💙💙

If I do any more series in the future then I am open to having dedicated series taglists but for all other fics please instead follow my library blog

I hope everyone can respect this decision ❤️❤️

Taglist below the cut

@imagining-harrypotter @mansaaay @tripletstephaniescp @whiskeytangofoxtrot555 @badassbaker @patzammit @rqmanoff @gitasor @erynnnn @asgardwinter @demonpoxballad @nagygreta @psychoticmason @libbymouse @ajeff855 @rosepetalsinwinter @softieforeveryone @mayasreadingnook @buggy14 @thecraziestcrayon @leyannrae @blackwidownat2814 @cevanslady @honeywithemoney @hallecarey1 @prettylittlepluviophile @sea040561 @endless-summer-soldier @highlyintelligentblonde @mrsbarnesinmyimagination @skyfallslayer @handwrittenhearts @kthynes @babybluebuck @smallmercies33 @degeathesaviour @didujustcallmedumb @buckysbirdie @silentkiller2374 @moongoddessmox @moongoddessmox @foreverindreamlandd @tlcwrites @matchat3a @pitifulbaby @multi-fandom-s @bxcketbarnes @seitmai @mimilh

[mistresslynndramione]

Title: The BAMFs of DFW

Rating: T

Word count: 247

Warnings: N/A

:)

Writing is an activity done in isolation. While the act of creating is fun and liberating, it can also be lonely. When I first started venturing out into fandom spaces, I saw that it was a large place populated with all types of personalities. It was difficult to figure out where I fit in at first. Some spaces were downright hostile to newcomers - full of drama and toxic cliquey behavior.

I never felt that way in the Dramione Fanfiction Writers facebook group where everyone is accepted with open arms. The moderators and admins created an inclusive space where newcomers are welcome, friendships are encouraged, and everyone is treated equally and held to the same standard, regardless of popularity.

The  writing games they constructed were so creative! The Wild West theme of WIPtember, the Jumanji theme for Nanowrimo and the super complicated Hogwarts-inspired role playing game 'Ring of Dispel' throughout the year were some of the best times I've ever had on the internet. Churning out words to get gold nuggets, Experience Points or House Points both motivated me and drove me insane. 

Why insane? Because the task masters at DFW were absolutely brutal. Merciless in their demands for higher word counts. Terrible in their push for more sprints when we were still recovering. Non-stop trauma from women that take an unhealthy amount of joy in inflicting it. 

And we love all of you for it!

But being happy sadists means that this is how I picture you all. 

Thanks to each and every one of you for making fandom such a fun place to be - for everyone.

@floorcoaster @mykesprit @highlyintelligentblonde @botwp @anneamm

[dysfunctional-deity]

I posted 5,056 times in 2022

That's 4,359 more posts than 2021!

98 posts created (2%)

4,958 posts reblogged (98%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@albvrich

@treibholz-des-universums

@highlyintelligentblonde

@vettels-bees

@glaesum

I tagged 1,616 of my posts in 2022

#bebi - 26 posts

#tatort dortmund - 24 posts

#jan pawlak - 21 posts

#yes - 15 posts

#das boot - 15 posts

#gay - 14 posts

#<333 - 14 posts

#höllgrund - 13 posts

#august wittgenstein - 13 posts

#baby - 13 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#when i took dance classes there was this dude who me and my friends called the ‘fast poloshirt’ because he’d always come up to me real fast

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Sinking

25 notes - Posted August 5, 2022

#4

He’s baby too. Angry baby, but baby.

30 notes - Posted April 24, 2022

#3

Spontane Idee, weil ich alte Pixi Bücher gefunden hab und das so gut passte….

31 notes - Posted September 18, 2022

#2

See the full post

33 notes - Posted April 24, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Look at this man.

He is so baby.

43 notes - Posted April 24, 2022

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[dresupi]

Only the Best - Bucky Barnes/Darcy Lewis

for @highlyintelligentblonde

Rated T

“I’m not expecting anything from you”

Other tags: Regency AU

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

It wasn’t that Darcy was dreading her wedding, but she also didn’t know what she should be feeling at all.

Everything had happened so quickly, she barely had the time to get used to the fact that she was to be a wife before the wedding ceremony was upon her.

And there was the little detail about how she hadn’t even been consulted before being promised to James Barnes. She had always assumed she’d have some say in exactly who her lawfully wedded partner would be. But her mother had sprung it on her one morning in as nonchalant a manner as if she were telling Darcy that she wanted her to go into the town and purchase something from the dressmaker.

“Oh, and you’ll be married to James Barnes in a fortnight. He’ll be posting the banns this Sunday. You’ll go to live with him after.”

To say Darcy was confused was an understatement. She was to marry the neighbor’s farmhand? With no explanation whatsoever? When she begged her mother for more information, she was waved off, told to expect James to come calling and explain things.

Darcy’s father had disappeared into his study with a flagon of brandy and hadn’t been accepting any visitors, especially not his only daughter, so Darcy was left to pick up the pieces of her life without so much as a kind word from him.

It seemed so long ago, even though the nervous butterflies in her stomach told her it had indeed only been fourteen days and nights.

Fourteen days and nights of not speaking to anyone, refusing James’s calls, and contemplating running away, only to be caught by her father when she had reached the garden gate. He hadn’t stopped her, simply bade her sit so he could explain himself.

According to him, once he died, their estate would be entailed away to a distant cousin. Her mother would be at the mercy of Darcy’s future husband. And James Barnes was extremely well off. He’d take care of Darcy, and Darcy’s mother when the time came. If Darcy chose to stay and go through with it, that is.

She’d sat there beside her father for the longest, wondering if she could live with herself for abandoning her mother and concluded that no, she couldn’t. Sighing heavily, she looked at her father. “You might have explained all this earlier instead of hiding in your study like a coward.”

Most daughters wouldn’t ever speak to their fathers in the way Darcy just had, but most daughters weren’t like Darcy Lewis.

“I know this. I just couldn’t face you, knowing I’d ruined your life by not handling my money better.”

She sighed once more and patted his hand. “Mr. Barnes isn’t all that terrible.”

And so the matter was put to rest. With a few days to spare.

The dust had settled and the ceremony had taken place. Currently, they were driven to Darcy’s family’s estate for the wedding breakfast. They, being Mr. and Mrs. Barnes.

She stole a glance at her husband. He looked hard and cold. Out of place in his finery. She’d only ever known James as a farmhand. She’d no idea he actually owned the estate bordering theirs until her father had disclosed it to her a few nights past.

Along with the straight facts of the matter. The money was gone.

Well, the amount needed for a decent dowry, at any rate. Marriage to James Barnes was her first, last, and only option. If she wanted to keep herself and her mother off the streets, that is.

She’d scarcely left her room since her mother sprang her very short engagement on her. Not even to come down to meet with James before the ceremony. She’d been childish and nearsighted, not taking the fortnight before the wedding ceremony to get to know her intended.

He’d come around every night, settling finally for a letter, which asked for her hand formally. He had such lovely handwriting, it made her heart ache at how ugly she was being.

Darcy had sent back her acceptance straight away. Formal and perfunctory. But an acceptance nonetheless.

She especially regretted it all now since he looked stiff and uncomfortable. Perhaps as uncomfortable as she.

But that couldn’t be, could it? He was the one with all the freedom. She was the one who needed him. She stood to benefit the most from this.

Why had he even agreed to this in the first place?

He wasn’t plain by any standard. And if he were as well off as her father had stated, he could have any of the girls in the county.

It was a question that could surely have been answered if she’d bothered to meet with him before the ceremony.

Upon arrival at her home, or her parents’ home, she supposed, James was quick to help her down from the carriage amid all the guests clapping for them. He tucked her hand into the crook of his arm or she wouldn’t have been able to walk back into her former home again.

She could scarcely eat her breakfast. Even though she was gastronomically inclined, everyone stopped her from eating with questions and congratulations. And manners dictated that she put down her knife and fork to receive each and every accolade. It was only proper. No matter how her stomach growled.

Tucking into a bit of lukewarm scrambled egg, she chewed and swallowed quickly as she saw someone else approaching.

Her mother’s friend, Baroness Katarina Zemo. Her husband, Baron Helmut had been the one to introduce her family to James in the first place. He seemed to think very highly of him. She supposed for someone who was titled as he, that was a good thing. James came with the blessing from the Baron and Baroness.

But just as she was about to address the baroness, James raised one hand. “Please. My wife’s scarcely had a moment to eat since we sat down. And I won’t have her fainting from hunger on our carriage ride to Paris.”

Paris? Darcy was surprised to hear that. But she supposed a honeymoon trip was customary. But one to Paris? Just how well-off was James?

Another question that might have been answered if she’d simply stopped being a child and accepted her intended when he called.

“Oh, of course,” Katarina said, sweeping into an empty chair across from the couple. “Continue eating, Mrs. Barnes. I won’t be offended if you attend to your nourishment in front of me. I simply wanted to speak with you both before you leave for Paris. To tell you how happy I am that this has happened for you.”

Darcy chewed hesitantly, but she was too hungry not to eat when bade.

James was the one who did the talking for her. “I’m sure you are, Baroness. Do tell your husband that I send my best regards.” His voice sounded flat despite the warmth of his words. Even flatter than before. Darcy was surprised to hear such snideness coming from someone she’d assumed to at least possess the barest minimum of decorum. Why that had been the only thing she knew of her husband. He’d always been cordial with her. Why she’d even venture to say that he’d been friendly on the few times they’d spoken.

“Oh, I will, Mr. Barnes. I truly hope the two of you enjoy your honeymoon trip. You must write us when you arrive at the hotel and tell us everything about your stay. Drop our names at the hotel and you’ll be treated like royalty. I bid you have a wonderful life together.” The baroness swept away as quickly as she’d come.

Darcy chewed on a bit of bacon, turning for the first time to her husband to speak to him.

“You were awfully rude to the Baroness,” she said.

James smirked, clearly amused. “So you can still speak to me. I had wondered.”

Darcy flushed, he was right, the first words she’d spoken to her husband beyond their vows, and she was reprimanding him.

“My apologies, I simply thought---“

“No apologies are necessary. You’re absolutely correct in your astute observation. I’m rude to the Baroness, but I think you’ll find me downright disrespectful to the Baron himself. Seeing as it’s his fault you were forced to marry me and that I had to take a wife at all.”

Darcy frowned. “How so? I thought certain you married me to keep my family from the poor house when Papa dies.”

“I’m happy I was able to find a mutually beneficial marriage, rather than having to impose upon some young woman with no other prospects.”

Darcy’s face burned, and she turned back to her plate. “With all due respect, I had other prospects.”

“That’s not a slight to you as a person, Miss Lewis. I simply refer to your lack of a dowry. I think you’ll find that you won’t be wanting for anything as my wife. What you lack in money, I can make up in spades. And I’m certain you will raise my social standing with your bright, beautiful nature.”

The words felt flowery, but coming from someone she’d only known to speak the barest of truths, it felt like more than words.

“It’s Mrs. Barnes, now,” she said softly.

He exhaled slowly. “I don’t expect anything from you, you know.”

“Surely you’ll agree that I should take your last name,” she countered.

“Not that. Of course, you’ll have my name. I simply meant... I don’t expect anything else in the way of...  marriage. You’ll have your own apartment to decorate as you will. You won’t have to expect me to come to visit you there.”

His meaning was implied, but apparent.

Darcy frowned and took another bite of egg, chewing thoughtfully before she answered him. “No one knows what the future may bring, Mr. Barnes.”

“It’s James now,” he corrected her, smirking in a cheeky sort of way. “And I mean it. You don’t owe me anything in that respect.”

She turned to look at him, his face in profile as he looked down at his own unfinished breakfast. Her eyes followed the fine cut of his cheekbones and jawline. At his lips.

When he’d kissed her at the end of their wedding ceremony, it had been very chaste. Of course, it had. But just at the end of their embrace, she noted something else. Something deeper. Something she could see wanting to pursue in the future.

Exhaling, she blotted at her mouth with her napkin. “I mean it as well, James. Don’t speak to the future and I won’t worry about owing you anything.”

James chuckled. It was soft and warm. A great deal more relaxed than his previous demeanor. “I wish only the best for you, Darcy.”

She studied his smile, even though he was talking to her and looking somewhere else entirely. He was truly a handsome man. “I’m fairly certain I’ve got it already.”

[chlobenet]

Could I be added to your tag list for Harry Potter related gif sets? (THEYRE so so pretty!!)

hey love, thank you so much. of course you can! 

[captainevans]

A concept... Chris Evans with a beard.. in a sweater

[actualnymph]

What’s your fav color, book(s), and fav thing abt yourself? :)

My fave color is yellow! My fave books are the song of Achilles, Aristotle and Dante discover the secrets of the universe, and les mis! And hmm my fav thing abt myself is how resilient I am! :)

[marshalls-scribbles]

I’m sorry but if anyone thinks r!verd@le can do better than the original movie or any of the musicals, they’re very wrong.. (I watch/like that show but honestly... it’s not gonna be anywhere as good as the originals.. sorry not sorry.. the comparison really cannot be made)

i mean, i agree with you, but i heard about what some of the fans did after the carrie episode, so i’m trying to be very clear that i won’t tolerate the same nonsense from the fans who enter this space

[padawanlost]

For the Anakin Skywalker playlist, possibly Demons by imagine dragons? (Love the playlist btw)

Sure!! I’ll add it to the list. Thanks for the suggestion.

Anakin Skywalker Playlist

[dfwsecondary]

DFW BIRTHDAY GOGO FEST 2020 - REVEALS!

Today’s gift is for @highlyintelligentblonde, written by fandomfairytales. The tag prompts were:

🎉 Coworkers to friends to lovers

🎉 Mutual pining, fluff

🎉 Undercover/confession

Follow the link to share in the birthday love!

Read here. 

💜🎁💜

Birthday GOGO (Give One, Get One) Fest is an annual celebration of Dramione Fanfiction Writers. Our fabulous group turned 2 years old this year, and our members marked this special occasion by gifting each other one-shots of our favorite ship!

If you’re looking for writing resources, mentorship, and a supportive community, join us at Dramione Fanfiction Writers!

[sean-shoots-at-nothing]

(I was the Catholic anon) yeah I think you're right about the whole sin guilt theory. ((I also haven't been to confession in a solid.. 5 years? But I'm also not gonna judge ppl based on how often they go to church & all that.)) BUT YEAH THE WORD CHANGE WAS WEIRD... I'm definitely going to check out the John Mulaney skit!

Yeah the word change was gross...and please watch Watch all of John Mulaney’s everything he’s everything to me hes one of the best comedians on netflix

[dresupi]

Vampires - Draco Malfoy/Hermione Granger

for @highlyintelligentblonde​ 247 words Rated T Wearing silver to punish your vampire S.O

~~~~~~~~~~

“That’s bloody unfair is what that is,” Hermione groused. She’d slid in beside him on the sofa, but had stop short of crawling into his lap. To have a tiny nibble on his throat.

Draco chuckled. “I have to get some work done.”

She narrowed her lovely eyes at him, appearing catlike as she stood and stalked around the sofa to view him from all angles. “That’s nonsense. You never bring your work home with you.”

“Alright, well... perhaps I’m punishing you.”

“For what?” she asked, immediately falling at his feet as if she was in anyway the submissive one in this relationship. “What have I done to wrong you, Malfoy?”

“Nothing,” he replied.

“Merlin’s beard,” she swore, sliding up beside him once more. “Is this about last night? I was right.”

“You were,” he said. “But you were insufferable about it.”

“So now you tease me with your lovely throat and then cover it in silver?” she wrinkled her nose. “Do you know how repulsive it smells? It makes you smell burnt. Not lovely and delectable like you usually do.”

She knew him well enough to appeal to his vanity.

And it almost worked.  But while he was vain, he also loved being right. And he loved how well she wore frustration.

“Suppose you’ll have to put up with it for a while longer,” he said, sighing heavily and nearly breaking into a grin when she scooted to the opposite end of the couch to sulk.

[writing-for-marvel]

Hold Me Close

Bucky Barnes x GN!Reader

Summary: You love Bucky, particularly through all the pain.

Prompt: As Long As You Love Me - Backstreet Boys

Warnings: angst, nightmare, trauma, crying/breakdown

Word count: exactly 100 (excluding the lyrics)

A/N: this is for @justagirlinafandomworld’s Flash Fiction Challenge: Love Song edition it was honestly so challenging to keep this to 100 words but I managed to do it!

Dividers by @maysdigitalarts

Masterlist | Ask me anything! | Library

I don't care who you are, where you're from, what you did, as long as you love me

Nightmares plagued his subconscious. Excruciating memories filled with bloodshed haunted his mind.

You held Bucky tight to your chest as his sobs wracked through him, echoing off the walls.

His tears soaked your shirt, which was originally his shirt, as you placed gentle, calming kisses to his sweaty hairline.

It obliterated your heart to see how psychologically tortured and broken he was over actions he had no control over.

You knew he was more than the brainwashing. More than the violence. More than the carnage The Winter Soldier caused.

He was your Bucky.

And you’d love him to the end.

Permanent taglist: @imagining-harrypotter @tripletstephaniescp @asgardwinter @demonpoxballad @nagygreta @libbymouse @mayasreadingnook @thecraziestcrayon @hallecarey1 @sea040561 @chrisfucksblog @thelastpyle @ju5tyna20 @smallmercies33 @buckys-left-middle-finger @moongoddessmox @coolbeans32 @foreverindreamlandd

Bucky Barnes taglist: @claudiaatje @badassbaker @gitasor @erynnnn @psychoticmason @ajeff855 @rosepetalsinwinter @softieforeveryone @buggy14 @kallielikecali @leyannrae @blackwidownat2814 @hysteriadarling @honeywithemoney @prettylittlepluviophile @endless-summer-soldier @highlyintelligentblonde @mrsbarnesinmyimagination @mywritesaremylove @skyfallslayer @handwrittenhearts @kthynes @babybluebuck @notmesimpingforanothabritishlad @marlboromatt @degeathesaviour @silentkiller2374 @twinerd14 @tlcwrites @peachybaes

[dramionefanfictionwriters]

🎉 It’s DFW’s birthday month, which means it’s GOGO time! 🎉

To celebrate another amazing year, some of our members participated in GOGO Fest, our annual fic gift exchange! 

Today’s reveal is for the lovely @highlyintelligentblonde​ 🎁

Notice

Author: @lostinthenightrain-blog​ Rating: Mature Summary: “Are you going to ask for a new partner?” She sighed heavily. Fingers twitching against the glass, she pulled it to her lips and slammed it back. “No.” “And that’s why Ron is mad.” A small shake of her head and she was setting the empty glass down. Despite the murmurs of the people around him, he heard the glass sound against the wood. “No - he’s mad because he thought giving me an ultimatum would get his way.” Ao3 Tag Prompts: Harry is a great friend, idiots to lovers 

[aneiria-writes]

HP Crack Fest fic claim!

Written for @hpcrackficfest 2020

Pairing: Albus Potter / Scorpius Malfoy

Length: 7k

Rating: Mature

Prompt: His grandparents’ generation had Lord Voldemort. His parents’ generation had ― well, Voldemort, again. His generation has…basically the vampire Illuminati? And Albus isn’t particularly pleased about it.

‘I think I need to change my name.’

Albus scrunched his eyes up to try to stop the headache that was already forming in its tracks. No such luck. He sighed and looked up at Scorpius.

‘Come again?’

‘My name. Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy. It’s just not vampire-y enough, you know?’

Scorpius gazed mournfully into a silver hand-mirror that Albus knew was woefully free of a reflection.

‘And what is a vampire-y name?’ Albus asked, not sure if he wanted an answer. Really, he should see if Draco had any pain-killing potions in his stash for this headache.

‘It’s got to be alliterative, I reckon,’ Scorpius mused, tilting his head into the blank mirror. ‘You know, Vincent Valentine. Carlisle Cullen. Even if I take your name when we get married, it’s not going to work.’

Here, Albus spluttered out his mouthful of tea, seeing as he and Scorpius had yet to discuss the idea of marriage. I mean, sure, Albus assumed they would get hitched sooner rather than later, but surely something as serious as that demanded an actual conversation? Especially now considering the age difference they would eventually end up with?

Undeterred, Scorpius continued. ‘It’s either alliteration or a single name. Spike. Blade. Madonna.’

Albus gave Scorpius a long, hard look, not entirely sure if he were joking.

‘Scorp,’ he said, cautiously. ‘Madonna isn’t a vampire.’

Huge thanks to @grace-lou-freebush and @highlyintelligentblonde for the beta!

Read it on AO3!