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[gentlebeardsbarngrill]

04/29/24 Daily OFMD Recap

TLDR; Samba Schutte; Wendy & The Mocats; FibreArtsBrigade; Gentlebeard Wedding Week; Fan Spotlight; Cast Cards; OFMD Colouring Pages; Our Flag Means Fanfiction Minisode; Never Left Podcast; Schadenfreude; Love Notes; Daily Darby/Today's Taika

= Cast & Crew Sightings =

= Samba Schutte =

Samba doing more voice overs! Is there anything this man CANT do?

Img Src: Samba's IG

= Wendy Andresen & The Mocats =

I can't help but adore how much we're getting to see the kittens Wendy (a member of our Red Flag Crew) and the Museum of Transport and Technology in Auckland AoNZ have taken in. I'm a sucker for cat content. I figure we could all use more kittens on our timelines.

Need more kitten content? Visit Wendy's Twitter

== Fibre Arts Brigade ==

Reminders from the Fibre Arts Brigade that donations are still being taken for the charity auction on June 14th! Link to the Donation Form

== Gentlebeard Wedding Week ==

Just a reminder all! with MerMay Fast approaching we also have Gentlebeard Wedding Week May 6-12 being run by the lovely @roughwinds! If you haven't seen the prompts already they're listed below! To keep up to date with the week please follow @gbweddingweek on tumblr!

== Watch Parties ==

= Palm Royale =

Palm Royale WP May 2 via @LCWebsXOXO with the lovely @/dominicburgess approx. 4pm EDT/9pm BST/1pm PST!

= Wrecked Season 1 =

Another week of Wrecked Season 1 is on the docket! Don't have access? Reach out to me on @gentlebeardsbarngrill on tumblr, or @aspirantabby42 on twitter.

Days: Apr 29 - May 3

Times: 3:30 pm PT / 6:30 pm ET / 11:30 pm BST

== Fan Spotlight ==

= Cast Cards =

Thank you @melvisik! "Tonight is another director/the Spanish Captain who was canon blasted for trying to hang Stede."

Img Src: @melvisik's Twitter

= OFMD Colouring Pages =

@patchworkpiratebear has made a new colouring page for today! Check it out below!

= Our Flag Means Fanfiction =

A new minisode of Our Flag Means Fanfiction is out! This time featuring: Ready for Anything by Unapposablethumbs Minisode! Spotify link Visit @OurFlagMeansFanfiction on Instagram for more episodes!

= Never Left Podcast =

A new Episode of Never Left is out! This time the discussion is on all the different ways the characters refer to Ed! Find your favourite listening route/follow their socials here on their linktr.ee!

Art by @AmysBirdHouse on instagram

== Schadenfreude==

Thank you to @MrButtons284266 on Twitter for bringing this to our attention this morning!

Oh look 7.73% down today. Hm.

== Love Notes ==

Lovelies! Do you know what today is?

TODAY, is a new flipping day! Today has so many possibilities! Today has so many new things that can happen! Outside there is new wind blowing through, and newly formed clouds, and new light energy from the sun! The flowers are blooming in various parts of the world-- and leaves are falling in orders! Today is a new day we've never experienced before!

Even if things seem like they are stuck in a cycle, look outside, feel the air on your face, it's all new. There are so many opportunities for things to go so many different directions. I hope they go in a positive one for you today... you deserve a break, and a smile, and a chance to laugh and to love and enjoy life for a little while.

Remember to take a deep breath, drink some water, and keep on keeping on. Love you crew <3 Hope your Taika Tuesday is a wonderful one.

== Daily Darby / Today's Taika ==

Today's theme is just seeing these two gorgeous greying buggers happy. I need it, I figured everyone else did too. Gifs Courtesy of @ofmd-ann today!

[durotoswrites]

I posted 728 times in 2022

132 posts created (18%)

596 posts reblogged (82%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@beck-a-leck

@icefire149

@emeraldhaze15

@lm-tomatito

@amabsis

I tagged 559 of my posts in 2022

Only 23% of my posts had no tags

#harvest moon - 141 posts

#story of seasons - 119 posts

#&lt;3 - 82 posts

#thank you for playing! &lt;3 - 47 posts

#ask box games - 44 posts

#ask box replies - 37 posts

#hm64 - 36 posts

#sosfomt - 35 posts

#rune factory - 33 posts

#hm claire - 29 posts

Longest Tag: 128 characters

#i find myself just wandering around watching the wild horses or the foxes while i gather waaaaay too many cooking ingredients &lt;3

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

The Shy Newcomer Update

It is with happy tears in my eyes as I type this!  I know it’s been a long time coming, and I thank you so much for your patience.  A new chapter of The Shy Newcomer has been posted! 🥰

(Cover art commissioned by the talented @acediee​!) 

Chapter 123: Healing

Summary:   Cliff and Gray finally start to realize they aren't alone.

Read on

Archive of Our Own

or

Fanfiction

Preview under the cut!

“You ever play?” Duke didn't turn to face him; he was studying the handwriting as if to etch it into his mind.

Cliff shook his head. A few of the bars he had stopped in to warm up during his travels had boards mounted to the wall, and there were sometimes a few people wagering a friendly game of darts.

“I don't know how the scoring works, but I've seen people play.”

Duke retrieved a handsome emerald-colored set of darts and stepped back to a worn piece of tape on the floor Cliff hadn't been aware of until then. Duke hesitated before handing him a set of his own, twirling one of the darts in his fingers with a sad smile.

“I'll go first and give you an idea of how it goes.”

Cliff's eyes were drawn to the darts that had been given to him. Holographic purple butterflies and a stylized capital letter a decorated the flights; it couldn’t be more obvious who used them most frequently.

“Alright, it's been a hot minute for me, so I'm gonna warm up. Used to play all the time at Doug's back in the day. Me, Manna, Jeff, Sasha, Rod... Heck, even Gotz and Hilda would join sometimes. We'd play regularly.” He twirled the dart by the barrel between his thumb and index fingers, watching the flight reflect the light from above them. “Ah, simpler times, for sure...”

He threw his first dart and Cliff wasn't sure if it was a particularly good throw or not. It was closer to the center of the target, but the curse mumbled under Duke's breath indicated that didn't necessarily make it a good shot. He waited for Duke to explain the scoring, but his mind was clearly focused on something else.

“Got a little harder to play once everyone started having kids... Once Ann got a little older and more active, it was hard to keep her out of the bar at night. Poor girl would get nightmares near nightly, so Doug tried to keep her behind the bar where he could keep an eye on her.”

Another toss. The smirk on Duke's lips told Cliff it was a decent one.

“Ann is Doug's daughter, but... she's got a lot of honorary godparents. We all look after our own, so when Felicity passed, everyone did their best to help Doug keep it together. Losing a family member... it's hell.”

Duke threw the final dart and it missed the board completely, landing right between the eyes of the illustration of a snowman on the calendar.

“Sorry there, Frosty. Guess we're havin' snow cones tonight.” He retrieved the dart and turned around, his dark eyes boring into Cliff. “But I guess I don't need to tell you how rough it is, huh?”

Cliff's knees felt a bit weak. He had recalled exactly how his mother's voice had sounded, something he had previously thought lost. “It's been on my mind a lot lately,” he confessed.

“So I've heard. Parents and sister, huh? I imagine that's a bit of a one-two punch...”

The chill of the wine cellar crept into Cliff's veins. “How do you know that?”

49 notes - Posted April 9, 2022

#4

Reinhard, you’re allowed to eat real food...

69 notes - Posted June 26, 2022

#3

See the full post

235 notes - Posted February 14, 2022

#2

Me, writing: has outline and theme planned

Also me:

479 notes - Posted November 5, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

I couldn’t help myself when I saw the Grandpa’s messed up bed meme floating around.

1,149 notes - Posted April 28, 2022

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[spinachartichokeditz]

Here's my contribution to the @bokumonobigbang! I created two illustrations for "Stir Fried Denim," which is a warm, fuzzy, heartwarming story written by the amazing @durotoswrites! Make sure to read it here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/37615525

[thirstworldproblemss]

Tagged by:  @miceenscene (here) thanks, love!

Rules:  tag a few people you want to know better; make a new post, don’t reblog!

Favorite color: I love basically all shades of blue-green, but I also tend to like the way colors look and mix together better than any one single solid color

Currently reading:  I can’t even pretend like I’m reading a real book right now (I think the last one was It Happened One Summer by Tessa Bailey last October or so 😅🙈 it was fantastic btw).  I have been working my way through the  IPCC’s most recent report on climate change and the Captain Awkward archives.  I’ve also been reading a metric ton of fanfic (as always)

Last song:  K-319 & Alan Walker - Ignite

Last series:  Moon Knight  (I refuse to count the endless, non-stop medley of Kratts’ Creatures/Wild Kratts I was treated to while the littlest kidlet was home sick from school all last week)

Last movie:  Marvel Eternals

Sweet, spicy, or savory:  sweet!

Coffee or tea:  yes please, but energy drinks are my one true caffeine

Three ships:  Ahahahaha.... three???  This is tough one for me because I’m more of a multishipper--I always want to read/explore all the possibilities for characters and/or media that I’m into

Even for the three I’m most into right now, I’m gonna have to cheat and lump Pedro Pascal character(s) x reader into one, and then let’s say.... hm... Francisco Morales x Boa (ofc) x Santiago Garcia (from @astroboots’ brilliant Homecoming ‘verse) and Javier Peña x Steve Murphy x Connie Murphy (almost certainly @alwaysbethewest‘s fault)

First ever ship:  I’m tempted to steal Mice’s answer and say Anne and Gilbert from the Anne of Green Gables books, but I’m pretty sure it was actually Chip & Gadget from Rescue Rangers. (First one I went down the fanfic rabbithole on was Spike x Buffy from BtVS)

Currently working on:  our taxes : /  but also... p2 of Red Flags

Favorite piece of clothing:  I have this one dress that hits the near-mythical intersection point of comfy enough to be lounge wear but dressy enough to pass for business or semi-formal attire with the right accessories.  I wear it sparingly these days because it’s older than some of my children and I will probably cry when it finally gives up the ghost

Comfort food:  This is a tough one. It’s been a couple of years since I discovered that my body is happier when I don’t eat dairy, and a lot of my old comfort foods were cheesy (mac & cheese, pizza, cheezits, grilled cheese sandwiches... enchilada casserole, my beloved 😭😭 not to mention just straight-up cheese 😢)

I can still have tacos though (as long as I leave off the cheese), so lets go with that!

Favorite time of year: That bit between Christmas and New Years when all the holiday prep and big family celebrations are over with but the kids are still out of school, and we can just shlub about in cozy jammies all week playing board games and watching movies while subsisting entirely on leftovers

Favorite fanfiction:  Okay, look, I have a whole damn list of favorite authors for a reason. I have waaaaay too many favorites to list them all, but....

Stories that have been holding my attention (and/or breaking my heart) in the last few weeks: - Between the Raindrops by @jazzelsaur (Frankie) - Locked Down by @something-tofightfor (Dieter) - In the Dark by @frannyzooey (Ezra) - The Sweets Series by @oonajaeadira (Javi G)

Perpetual Favs I’ve reread recently: - Hotel Hobbies by @loversandantiheroes (Whiskey) - the way you put that smile upon my face by @keeper0fthestars (Din) - Don’t Look and It Won’t Hurt by @mourningbirds1 (Javi P) - Querida by @yespolkadotkitty (Tovar)

No pressure tags for peeps I would like to get to know better:  I have no idea who has done this folks, so sorry if I’m double tagging anyone: @alwaysbethewest @thosewickedlovelies @oonajaeadira @something-tofightfor @javier-pena @highsviolets @mourningbirds1 @frannyzooey ....and anyone else who wants to!!

[lonepower]

ONE SINGULAR LIVEBLOG POST THAT I COULD NOT STOP MYSELF FROM MAKING BECAUSE HOLY SHIT:

the symbiote being a better detective than eddie is so fucking funny. oh my god. also they can DRAW

They Knew What They Were Doing with the repeated "back on top" thing and i know just as well that that is a Goddamn Lie

THEY NAMED THE CHICKENS

this is the condensed essence of every single fanfic i have read distilled like fucking moonshine holy shit they go bowling. the symbiote almost hurls themself into traffic in excitement when annie calls. they fix eddie's hair like i genuinely cannot stress enough how fanfiction this is.

vee desperately trying to be a better ███friend than eddie and then IMMEDIATELY throwing a tantrum when they find out annie is engaged, while eddie struggles to be slightly better than mediocre about it for once

“I AM. I’M PLAYING DEAD. RIGHT NOW.”

and then annie instantly skipping right past being mad to being 100% no questions asked In Cahoots with vee.

oh that was some fucking mood whiplash huh. and yet i can still link you to the exact fic i have bookmarked that it came from-

  • THE BREAKFAST SCENE

woody harrelson occupies the same weird space as owen wilson where he’s actually, like, a pretty okay actor? but he’s also just shaped So Much like himself that i always think any role he takes is going to be stupid and like it Is but also he’s kind of good at it. this sentence got away from me a little but you take my point.

every single argument these two have had so far has a clear, objectively correct standpoint and that standpoint has been the symbiote’s every single time. eddie brock listen to your fucking spouse for once challenge

the symbiote does the Confused Head Tilt. THEY DO THE HEAD TILT HOW ARE THEY SO CUTE I’M DYING

am i really only 30 minutes in. this hour long movie is going to take me 2 days because i keep having to stop and Scream

dan is right and he hasn’t even shown up yet. if you’d just gone to counseling maybe your child wouldn’t be a DELINQUENT

..............................they do be kinda 😳 tho.....................

THE RAVE SCENE IS SO MUCH BETTER THAN I THOUGHT IT WOULD BE. this is a movie made by a team that knows their Goddamn Demographic.

the monsterfucker girl deserves a bullet point of her own. you had one line queen but i’m stanning

oh

my

f

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k

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g

god

thank you andy serkis for my LIFE

i thought it was going to be harder to get any more explicitly romantic than them making out onscreen but he took one look and said ‘hold my beer’ and i RESPECT HIM

this is just plain unedited footage of sf pride actually. like. not flippantly or anything. i am astounded at how, like, a) normal and b) Not Cringe that was. what the fuck. what the fuck. what the fuck

  • GIRL SAME

EVIL POWER THROUPLE EVIL POWER THROUPLE EVIL POWER THROUPLE EVIL POWER THROUPLE EVIL POWER THROUPLE EVIL POWER THROUPLE EVIL POWER THR------okay that makes sense but it is also intensely disappointing ):<

i would lay down my life for dan. do you hear me i would goddamn die for dan

oh they want him to beg do they ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

that was definitely at least a little bit for anne’s benefit. i choose to believe this

i want all three of them to get along but also the muffled “OUR WIFE KNOWS WHAT SHE’S DOING” is deeply endearing. mediocre evil serial killer version of he’s stupid as fuck and she pegs him. i love this.

 • I 🔊 WOULD 🔊 GODDAMN 🔊 DIE 🔊 FOR 🔊 DAN

the next time naomie harris plays this role can we please give her uhhhhhhhh a happy ending. can we get this woman a FUCKING happy ending

hm. that’s not good in like an in universe sense but from an Obvious Sequel Hook sense that is good. but also fuck that guy ):<

i am going

to lose

my SHIT

[amerrierworld]

Makeover

Ocean’s 8 fanfiction

request: Would you do dom!daphne and sub!reader from oceans 8? Thanks!!!

Summary: You’re Daphne’s date to your first red carpet premiere, and you’re a little nervous, so Daph finds a way to settle your nerves.

Characters: Daphne Kluger x fem!reader

Word Count: 1,724

Warnings: s m u t, dom!daphne (but soft n caring), sub!reader :)

“Isn’t it a little.. I don't know, too much?” you instinctively winced as a pencil liner came close to your eye, and the makeup artist sighed.

“Honey, you’re going to be Daphne Kluger’s date on the red carpet for the first time. Nothing can be too much.”

“Frankly, I think people will be disappointed if it isn’t too much,” your hairstylist grinned at you in the mirror. 

They prepped you, pampered you, and dressed you until you felt and looked like a fairy princess. Your eyes were outlined in heavy eyeshadow and liner, making your gaze piercing and entrancing. And the deep red shade of your dress made you feel and look incredible and powerful.

Daphne had gone full-out for you, with the best stylists and designers and champagne to make you feel like a luxurious queen in your hotel room opposite hers.

Standing in the mirror, you practiced some poses. Flexed your legs, arched your back, pointed your hip. Smile; with teeth, no teeth. Then no smile; serious but sultry. Flick your hair, look around, glance at Daphne who would be beside you, wrap an arm around her waist. Smile, change pose, smile again. Repeat, repeat, repeat.

Despite the great look and how beautiful you felt, you still were a little nervous. And who wouldn’t be? Daphne had become a trend-setting icon over the last little while, directing and acting while looking glamorous as always. And you  were seemingly a nobody compared to that. 

But Daphne wanted you at this premiere, wanted to show you off and make it finally known that she was taken, and that thought made you smile.

A text popped up on your phone from Daphne, saying,

when ur done get over here xx

With your slippers on your feet and high heels in hand you padded across the hallway to her suit, knocking softly on the door.

You expected a massive party of stylists, make up people and her whole team to be there, but instead you saw Daphne sitting at her vanity alone, putting her hair up and out of her face. She was in one of those thick, white, luxurious bathrobes that seemed like she was wrapped in a cloud.

You were going to comment on how  beautiful  she looked when she saw you in the mirror and spun around in her chair, exclaiming in a loud, dramatic gasp,

“Y/N!” 

You blushed and smiled back at her, setting your heels on the ground. She clasped a hand over her mouth as she looked you up and down, amazed at how stunning you looked.

“Why are you so surprised?” you giggled, doing a spin for her, “you picked this out for me after all.”

“Well yes, because I have incredible taste,” Daphne rose from her chair and came over to you. “But to see you in this.. Oh my god.”

Her hands rested on your waist, eyes glittering at you, “you look incredible.”

“So do you,” you mumbled, letting yourself be drawn in for kiss.

“Oh, hush,” she scoffed. “I do not. I don’t even have primer on my face yet.”

“No I like this,” you protested, “you look refreshed.”

She smiled, revealing pearly whites, and you gave her another kiss.

“I have half an hour before my team is going to come barging in through the door,” she said softly. “So we can be alone for a bit. How are you feeling?”

You shrugged, “pretty good, I guess. No amount of makeup or designer dresses could ease the nerves going on inside me right now, though.”

“Well, if you really are nervous you’re very good at not showing it,” Daphne commented as she lead you to sit down on the edge of her massive bed. “That’s an excellent acting trait, you know. I’m surprised a modelling agency hasn’t scooped you up and taken you away from me yet.”

You snorted, “I don’t think that life would be for me.”

Your leg was bouncing, unbeknownst to you, as you looked around the room. You’d snuck in at night before to sleep with Daphne in her bed after all her interviews and calls were finished, but never took in its glory in the sun. 

As you marvelled at the suite around you, Daphne pulled your legs over your lap, massaging her fingers into the tense muscles, making you groan in surprise.

“You just have to relax, hm?” she said sweetly, though her voice was dripping with something suggestive. You nodded, eyes closing as she edged up over your knees to your thighs.

“You have to be absolutely still, okay? You don’t want to ruin your makeup, right?” Daphne smiled. You suddenly realized at how much of a disadvantage you were, fully dressed and ready for the show, whereas Daph had only her bathrobe on and a completely natural face. You had to worry about your goddamn lipstick not getting everywhere.

Daphne pushed your dress up towards your waist, revealing thin, seamless panties. She grinned, seeing how wet you were getting.

“Best get these off before they’re ruined,” she tugged them down your legs, and then pushed your torso back to lay flat on the bed.

“Daph-,” you stammered, “they’re g-gonna come soon.”

“No, baby, the only one coming soon is you,” she said, breathing hotly over your lower stomach. “I don’t want you all tense and worried on the rd carpet. What kind of girlfriend would I be to let you suffer like that?”

Suffer... you thought, no the real suffering is waiting for her to be done teasing. 

“I have your favourite toy here, if you want,” Daphne smirked, “may help speed things up.”

She pulled out a deep blue vibrator, one you two had used countless times. She turned it on and the hum of the toy seemed to be the loudest thing in the whole room, and you squirmed against her. 

“Yes, please,” you whimpered, your legs falling open almost instantly. Daphne laughed, her face lighting up.

“You'd like that, wouldn’t you? Getting all dolled up and then getting fucked by me right here?” she crawled over you, moving in between your knees. One flick  of the  robe and it came off, revealing her gorgeous and nude body to you. You couldn’t help but reach up and grasp her breasts with a pathetic whine.

“Oh, no, no,” she tutted, tugging your hands away no matter how good it felt. “Down, girl.”

Your arms fell limp by your sides and you laid there, panting.

The vibrator was humming and buzzing, and Daphne took her sweet sweet time to trail it along the inside of your thighs, the vibrations leaving you trembling.

“Pretty baby,” she cooed, watching you arch up, bite your lip, toss your head.

“Please?” you asked, then after a beat, “please, Miss Kluger.”

That darkened her gaze instantly. You knew how much she loved to hear you address her like that. Only when you said it did she feel as great of a person as the media claimed her to be.

“That’s it baby,” she said, breathy and hoarse. The vibrator was circling your cunt now, barely coming in contact with you clit and making you plead for more.

She greedily took in the sounds you were making, the way your face contorted in pleasure as she edged closer and closer to your clit. But she knew she couldn’t wait too long, or there’d be people at her door, and your makeup and hair would be ruined from the sweat that was already forming from how worried up you were.

So she bent down, and without another word, pushed her tongue inside you and pressed the vibrator to your clit.

You nearly threw her off the bed, your body tensed so hard. 

“Keep your head still, sweetheart, or your hair will be ruined,” she ordered briefly, before getting back to her work. You could barely contain yourself, every inch of you was buzzing like the vibrator, feeling the intensity build and build as she pressed it hard against you. 

Her tongue fucked you diligently, drinking in the taste and smell of you, wanting to bring you to the edge as quickly as possible. 

You grabbed her hair just as you came, and just as a choked cry was about to escape you, a hand knocked on the door.

“Ready when you are, Miss Kluger,” her stylist said from the other side. 

You clamped your hand over your mouth, thrashing and bucking against Daphne’s mouth, keeping your voice down despite how much you wanted to scream as you rode out your orgasm.

Daphne pulled away for a second to say, sweetly, “Awesome! Just give me a minute.”

Your body trembled as she yanked the vibrator away, hastily standing up and grabbing the bathrobe on the floor. You couldn’t move for a second, before she came to hover over you, pulling at your hand, and the reality suddenly hit you.

You grabbed your underwear, whimpering as the soft fabric pressed against your sensitive clit. Daphnee opened the window, turning on the air to get rid of the smell of your sex. She sprayed some air freshener and help you to look more presentable than you did a minute ago.

Your hair was barely out of place, thanks to top-notch hairspray, and with a quick pat-down of powder, your face looked perfect as well.

Just before Daphne opened the door, she stole a glance at you and sucked the vibrator between her lips, making you gasp and steady yourself with the back of her vanity chair.

“Come in! So sorry about that, Y/N had some trouble with her dress, I had to fix the zipper and couldn’t let you walk in on that,” Daphne lied, greeting her makeup team as they came in the room.

They seem oblivious, and you figured you really were good at hiding what you were feeling because no suspicious glances were given.

You sat perched on the bed where Daphne just had you begging as she got pampered and dressed, laughing and chatting with everyone in the room. They opened a bottle of champagne as a toast to the premiere and she glanced over at you over the top of her glass. She winked, licked her top lip, now lined with deep mauve lipstick, and you nearly came again on the spot. 

A/N: Anne Hathaway is wonderful, and Daphne is a fun character to write for. Thanks to the anon for this request!! I had fun writing it, I hope you hav fun reading it ;)

[wysteria-clad]

Hello 🤗 I wanted to ask you about 6, 27 and 40 'what is your favorite thing to write about'? Also if you want to tell what is your favorite of anything feel free 🌻

Hello there <3

6. what blogs do you mostly interact with?

On my main, I don't interact much but enjoy few blogs about writing, book excerpts and cottagecore .

This is my side blog. I usually interact with Bridgerton & moon knight fic writing blogs.

27. books or films?

Both

40. what’s your favorite thing to write about?

In general I like writing poetry, especially about nature, mental health struggles, bit of romance and life.

In fanfiction, I really really enjoy writing moon boys fluff pieces.

My favourite of anything?

Hm..few of my favourite books are,

Anne of Green Gables by L.M. Montgomery

Strange Love by Ann Aguirre

Graveyard book by Neil Gaiman

[willel]

Oh. You know a movie Stranger Things took inspiration from that takes place in California?

I totally forgot about this. 👀

It's called.... Poltergeist! Shocking right?

If you haven't seen Poltergeist (1982), you definitely should. It's almost required watching at this point. Don't expect it to be super scary by today's horror movie standards. At best it'd be PG-13 and it was made before PG-13 was a thing so it's just PG.

If you haven't seen the movie, SPOILERS!

Poltergeist takes place in a newer housing development in California.

The movie starts off similarly to Stranger Things. We see the every day lives of these characters living their best life, chilling during a sunny afternoon. The dad is watching a football game with the boys. The mom is cooking food I think. The kids are playing around. Etc.

As the movie progresses, weird stuff starts happening throughout the home. The daughter, Carol Anne, starts hearing voices throughout the house and the TVs. Their kitchen becomes a weird playground for the ghosts where they rearrange the seating and even send you flying across the room (in a good way) if you sit in the right spot. It's all innocent fun.

Until one night, a not so friendly entity seems to make itself known. During the night of the storm, the tree in their yard becomes possessed and literally tries to eat their son. While they're distracted with that, the evil spirit kidnaps Carol Anne through her own closet to another dimension.

From there, the plot plays out similarly to Stranger Things. Carol Anne (aka Will Byers) still somehow makes her presence known to her family, but mostly her mother Diane (who is confirmed in sequel films to be supernaturally sensitive, as is Carol Anne herself hence the kidnapping by the spirits)

With the help of an "expert" supernatural team, Diane braves entering the dimension herself to get Carol Anne out.

The peace doesn't last long though. Angered that Carol Anne was taken from it, the main evil spirit goes nuclear, attacking the family while the father, Steven, was away for a few hours. The spirit tries again to drag Carol Anne AND her brother back to the other side.

Diane, in trying to rescue her babies, does everything she can to get to them. At some point she ends up outside and falls into their half built pool. Bodies them float out of the pool all around her. It's pretty scary.

Unbeknownst to the main characters and their neighbors, the houses were built on top of a cemetery. Problem is, they only moved the headstones, not the bodies. That's why all the spirits are around, good and bad.

They manage to narrowly escape the house with the children as the house starts to collapse in on itself until it quite literally disappears. The rest of the neighborhood also starts to fall apart as caskets and skeletons just start shooting out of the ground like a zombie movie except the zombies don't actually move, they just wanted to let you know they're chilling down below. Lol

But back to the main reason I wrote this post...

Wouldn't it be interesting if the Byers got this awesome deal on this awesome house in California, something they wouldn't normally be able to afford. But then everything starts falling apart in the house or something?

Like "Wow, for some reason, this house is weirdly close to the boundary between the upside down and right side up!"

How that would be possible, I dunno. Maybe the houses were build on some old military or government facility that wasn't properly cleaned or sealed up. That happens right?

I just looked it up. Yep. The Department of Energy (aka the same people from Hawkins Lab)

The Santa Susana Field Laboratory is a complex of industrial research and development facilities located on a 2,668-acre (1,080 ha)[1] portion of the Southern California Simi Hills in Simi Valley, California. It was used mainly for the development and testing of liquid-propellant rocket engines for the United States space program from 1949 to 2006,[1] nuclear reactors from 1953 to 1980 and the operation of a U.S. government-sponsored liquid metals research center from 1966 to 1998.[2] The site is located approximately 7 miles (11 km) northwest from the community of Canoga Park and approximately 30 miles (48 km) northwest of Downtown Los Angeles. Sage Ranch Park is adjacent on part of the northern boundary and the community of Bell Canyon along the entire southern boundary.

Apparently the site is/was still there and is very contaminated, affecting the communities surrounding it.

So here's a... theory, I guess? Or just a fanfiction idea. The Byers get this awesome deal for this brand new house. The Byers, the people who usually can't afford anything, gets this new house and it's SO nice. Despite all the angst they probably still feel after season 3, they all gotta admit a new house is pretty awesome and they love it?

But the longer they live there (which I imagine won't be too long), weird stuff starts happening around them. Maybe El gets nightmares. Maybe they feel like they're being watched. Maybe Will continues getting the horrible chill down his spine.

And they soon realize not only is the Department of Energy down the street (the same government agency behind El's horrific childhood), they also have secretly contaminated the entire surrounding area and have possibly weakened the barrier between the real world and the Upside Down or something???

I dunno. Like I said, at least it'd be a cool fanfiction idea!

Like seriously, I would totally read this.

The Byers get this weird house deal in California. They love it. Joyce and Jonathan get jobs. Jonathan gets a friend, Joyce too maybe. Everything seems kinda ok for once.

But El and Will's school sucks. El starts having nightmares. Will starts getting chills he can't get rid of. Jonathan's friend starts telling him strangely familiar weird things he saw once while he was high. Joyce notices someone is following her around.

Yessssssss

Hard part is, I have no idea how I'd tie a fic like that back into Hawkin's or the whole Hopper plot. Hm.

[slashingdisneypasta]

Hi! If you don't mind could you write me some headcanons about being bff with some female cp's? Like Jane, Nina, Clockwork, Nurse Ann...?

One of my best friends is called one of these names so it was odd to write XD Some headcanon’s were totally true about her as well, and some definitely were n o t. XD

Anyway I’m not sure how comprehensive this is since I just kinda spewed it all out so, uh… I hope you like them! 😅

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Clockwork:

·         Natalie stays at your house all the time and eats all your food. Girl has a FAST metabolism so you cannot tell, but she eats e v e r y t h i n g.

·         She doesn’t even have a key to your home, you just come home from everyday activities and she’s slumped in your couch cushions watching TV and there’s a pool on your bathroom floor from her shower and- oh, she has also ordered pizza so get your wallet out.

·         You just squint/glare at her before flopping on the couch beside her. She hands you the remote and gets comfier by you.

·         Even when you have a romantic interest over, she is there at your house, comfortable on the couch playing games on your phone as you walk your ‘friend’ to your room.

·         It’s not all frustrating though, she’s always there to protect you. There have been multiple burglaries that she has intercepted and ‘taken care of’. She’s honestly like a guard dog who also has an excellent sense of humour.

·         And don’t think she just wants you around for your apartment and money. Nay nayyyyyy nay. She tells you all about the Creepypasta drama and what’s going on at the mansion, even though you aren’t apart of that life.

·         And she calls when she’s away. Just calls up to talk to you.

·         You two are the kind of friends that don’t need to talk to each other all the time. In fact, you agree that talking to people all the time is annoying and too much trouble, and you could totally go without each other for days (Weeks even) if either of you were busy! But… without either of you even realising, you always end up contacting each other in one way or another every day, anyway. Its easy with you two. No romantic relationship could compare.

·         She was the groom and you were the bride in your make-believe weddings and mums and dads games as kids.

·         On Toby: “Okay Nat, I like Toby but I hope you know, if he hurts you… well there is absolutely nothing I can do to wreak revenge on your behalf, as he is a duo hatchet wielding psychopath, except maybe give him a stink eye. … When he is looking away and therefore cannot see the stink eye.”

·         More on the Toby subject: Clockwork once took you to Slender Mansion (Cuz you were targeted by a botched victim of hers because she cares about you and she wanted you close by to keep you safe until she could, like, finish killing the guy and all. Whatever though, no biggie. Pft, At least that’s how she made it out to be.) and she had to leave you for a moment so she handcuffed you and Toby together because he’s the only one she could trust to watch you.

·         It was very awkward for the two of you, but definitely a bonding experience. You were both very happy to see Clocky come back though.

·         HORROR. The world of horror is your favourite genre together. Supernatural horror, slashers, basement dwellers, vampires, werewolves, the blob, stalkers, murderers, psychological horror, black and white, colour, movies, tv shows, books- whatever. You two get so excited to experience new fictional horror.

Jane The Killer:

·         If you’re into boys, let me tell you right away- Jane is very critical of their actions. She was at a very influential time in her life (Especially concerning boys and girls and romance) when she met Jeff and Liu. She met those boys, thought ‘Oh, they’re cute. Maybe budding crush?’, and then Jeff killed her family, burnt down her home and ruined her life and Liu became an asshole, and now the male species has been, sorta… tainted. She knows there are good ones (In fact, m a n y boys are lovely, of course.), but one’s that you’re in romantic cahoots with are always going to be under her very watchful eye anyway so she doesn’t really bother to hold back her fear (Which translates into dislike… or hate) with them. So if you have boy problems, be careful. Provided you like this/these guy/s, at least. If you don’t like them, then she’s the perfect person to go to!

·         If you are a boy, then- of course, none of this applies to you. She loves you. Don’t worry. You’re her best friend!

·         Girls are an entirely different situation though of course. Jane drinks that love women juice every single day.

·         Jane is really good with altering clothes, so she’s the one you go to when you need help hemming something or taking something in. She likes to do it, too. Quality best friend time while not being lazy.

·         Speaking of her hating to be lazy… This does not apply at night. Nighttime is a whole other ballgame. Its bedtime by 7 for her if you don’t lock her into plans a week in advance. If she is braless and in her P.J’s, you will not be able to peel her from her home. Except for snacks, but even if she goes to the grocery store, she’s not getting changed and she’s going to wear her bunny slippers.

·         You two watch so many cartoons together. Gravity Falls, Star Vs The Forces of Evil, Over The Garden Hedge, Villainous, Looney Tunes, Ducktales, etc. Any and all that you can get your hands on.

·         You two are prepared to get platonically married, for any reason. Like, you need to stay in the country? Married; You’re staying. You’re the only one who can testify against hr in the court of law? Married, so by law you don’t have to. One of you accidentally planted yourselves with a kid and (Cuz you’re ride or die for each other, obviously), you’re gonna parent the child together and cuz of religious beliefs one of your would feel better about raising them together with a wedding band? Married.

·         Jane doesn’t drink, so when/if you get drunk she’s always there to keep you safe.

·         Jane also gets friend-jealous, a lot. Like, that bitch just called you her best friend, Y/N. Is she your best friend? I thought I was. So who is it, Y/N? Me or her? HM? (She is prepared to turn up to wherever you and this person are hanging, all glamorous and cool as she is, and show off. Prove she’s a way better friend then this new person so they back off).

·         When you were little, she was the bride and you were the groom in your wedding/marriage/mums and dads games.

Nina The Killer:

·         You have known her for both your entire lives and there have been iffy, and dark times but through hell and high water you have stuck with her. You love her. She’s your girl, you are her person too. You will be with her, and protect her from anything.

·         You are the only one in the world that loves her, really. You may not quite understand her weirdness, but you stick with her anyway because you love her.

·         Just like- baseline of your friendship is being ride or die for each other.

·         You were also really into Jeff, but at a more… healthy? Level? Like, you were still romantically interested in a real-life murderer, but you wouldn’t have done anything about it. You wouldn’t hurt anyone (Except to protect others) or victim blame, or contact the victims (Dear God) or whatever, but you would take peaks at fanfiction and gab with Nina about it. I mean, it’s not grand, but in comparison to Nina, hah… you were harmless.

·         Now though, that you’ve met him and he is the reason your bets friend is so hurt and broken, you are not the fondest of him. I mean, you still have a place in your heart for the version of him you and Nina made up in your heads (The version that Nina still believes is real) but that isn’t the real him. Jeff Woods is an ass. You need to keep your friend safe from him.

·         And uh… so nowadays… occasionally, you will find out where Jeff is (You keep an ear out) and, you know, just… lie your ass off to Nina. Yep. You tell her you heard that he’s in the opposite direction than he is so that she’ll unknowingly put more distance between him and her.

·         Yes. It’s a lie, but… its for the greater good! It’s for Nina’s mental health and physical safety.

·         Anyway, moving on to lighter things.

·         In your make believe mums and dads/’grown up’ games that you would play together as kids, you were a single parent and she was the dog.

·         She will lie for you in an instant. She’s also really good at it.

·         You walked into a room once and saw she was drawing something, and it turned out to be your joint tombstone. She has not let this go- you will be buried in the same plot together, if it is the last thing she does. This is slightly concerning, but… also kind of cute. You can roll with it.

·         “What if I get married or have kids?”

·         “They will need to apply with me to join. There will be an interview process.”

·         ‘What about pets?”

·         “Oh, they can come in! No fee!”

·         Do not underestimate her weight. If she doesn’t want you to leave, she will hold onto your leg and go deadweight, and you will s t r u g g l e.

·         Nina talks to herself, but she acts like the person she’s talking to is another person, inside her mind. You both know its not, but you refer to the other girl as Agnes anyway. Super casual.

·         Follows you when you go on dates (At least the first one with someone)to make sure all goes well and texts you rapid fire when she smells something fishy. Even the smallest thing.

·         You two really love dystopian teen fiction. Divergent? Matched? Hunger Games? Maze Runner? Ugles? Alllllll. You consume them and then watch the movies/tv shows too.

Nurse Ann:

·         Live-in medical services! This means you can get really cheap life insurance and not worry about it to much.

·         And on the topic of insurance… Ann is super smart, and organised, and just really awesome at practical stuff like that. Insurance, bills, mortgages, any kind of forms and receipts. And she’s happy to sit down and help you go through it- and, as we all know, everything is better when it’s with a friend you feel comfortable with.

·         You can tell Ann anything and she’ll just roll with it. No judgment. Either she takes it and lets you talk about it or she just acknowledges it and moves on.

·         Like Jane, Ann has very little patience for boy problems. In fact, she has zero time for it. Boys? Girls? No thank you. So if you’re into boys, I have some bad news for you.

·         Best friend maintenance. Occasionally, Ann will over work herself (with murder) and you will need to guide her to relaxation. Gently persuade her to sit down at the dinner table and just make idle chit chat with her every now and then as you make her a good, hearty meal (Or as good as you can do XD Anything between Beefy stew and a Cheese toastie will work fine, don’t worry. She’s not picky at all), and then watch some movies with her. No phones, no knitting, no drawing, no… whatever. No other activities except TV watching! She needs to rest. I’m always shocked at how relaxing just sitting and watching TV can be. There’s a big difference between doing that and multitasking.

·         Ann will call you to pretend there’s an emergency if you want to get out of social engagement.

·         A thing that two enjoy together is science fiction. Star Trek (Including the animation), The War of Worlds, the world of Star Wars, Dune, a Handmaids Tail, The 100, Eureka, etc. She loves the brainy stuff.

·         Ann is the logical friend, who tries to give the most practical advice and make pros and con lists and everything. And then you go ahead and do the crazy thing, the thing she said definitely would not work and would probably make things worse, and she just face palms and says she’s never getting mixed up in your mess again. … Until the next time, when she totally does.

·         “I love you Y/N, but I am not about to walk into a police office and bail you out of jail so do not do that.”

·         You trap her into resting by painting her nails (Hands and feet) in her sleep right before her alarm is about to go off so she has to take the morning SLOW or the paint will mess up. She just wakes up, you hold up a sign in front of her face that says ‘NAILS’ and she stops immediately. “You bitch.”

·         As kids, of course, the two of you would play make-believe family games and you were both mums (/ or you were the dad). She was the working mum and you were forced to stay home take care the baby (large container of vitamins with a face drawn on).

[thegothicviking]

My wish is that you delete your blog. Respect my wish!

I wasn't going to write AR fanfiction until I saw your stupid post. Lestat one shot incoming, dedicated to you.

Stay mad!

What a sad little life you must have. To throw such hatred at others for simply wanting another person to be respected for their time and imagination. If it were not for Miss Rice's stories...surely you would not have anything to write about? Hm? The woman has not even been cold for a whole 3 days and yet you are already dishonouring her and using her for your own good as if she hasn't been a human being at all!

Once again: if it wasn't for Miss Rice's imagination. I am sure you would have nothing to write about yourself. I do not mind fan fiction. So perhaps you have misunderstood me. I do not mind fan fiction; BUT when the original author of the source material has specifically asked to NOT have any fan fiction written about their work...THAT is when I see a problem!

Let's rephrase ourselves shall we? If you wrote a great original story yourself and even published it and you were in fact damn proud of this story and then someone else decided that "No. This story is not good enough. I am going to change a lot about it! I am going to change most about it!!" And then they publish the story...and you read it..and your wish was for this to NEVER happen!

But oh..silly me; I am asking a cruel being like you to have the slightest of sympathy or empathy or even respect for OTHER'S wishes. I should have known better than to waste my time, consider that you are nothing but a selfish little brat who only think of themselves. Oh but how wonderful then that if it weren't for Anne Rice's time and imagination; you would have nothing to write about.

Sad. Very sad that you cannot see beyond your own nosetip. Beyond your own greed.

Such a sad little greedy being.

[lightasthesun]

helllooooo ann!!!! 17, 18, and 28 for the fanfic asks?

Hiii friend! Thank you for the ask!

17) Post a line from a WIP that you’re working on.

"Remember we're newlyweds so it would be perfectly alright to kiss me whenever you feel like it."

18) Do you have any abandoned WIP’s? What made you abandon them?

Oh damn. I don't think so? At least not permanently abandoned ones. I have so many WIPs at the moment that there are definitely ideas from like months ago that kind of fell into the background but I do intend to get back to them! I can't let go of WIPs 😬. Even if the original idea doesn't work anymore I'll take it apart and use it for something else.

28) What is something you wished you’d known before you started posting fanfiction?

Hm maybe that I can't post one in the evening because I will overthink about whether anyone will read it and then it'll take me ages to fall asleep lol.

fanfic ask

[durotoswrites]

Here's a snippet of my fanfiction for the @bokumonobigbang! I was absolutely gobsmacked to be paired with the talented @spinachartichokeditz who provided artwork. I had such a blast collaborating with you on this! 

The story can be read at the link below at:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/37615525

[sainadazai]

When your crush is angry all the time

Ch.4

I wanna be an intern too, you ragedy ann looking ass hoe 😠



Y/n pov

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All goes well when you are ignorant is what my dear best friend would say to me now, as I sit in the very back of the class unfocused on how our teacher is introducing an activity I have no chance of participating in. All I knew was that when Mr. Aizawa walked up to the board and wrote names of people getting offers, I wasn't one of them. Not that I expected to be, considering I wasn't in the sports festival, let alone the school at all back then. 

However, I did notice a small inconsistency in the order of the most offers. I was pretty sure that boom boom had gotten first place in the festival, him being there is what convinced me to transfer, but his name was actually second on the board. 

Todoroki had taken the place of first as far as offers were concerned. Todoroki the nice boy who I used to meet when I snuck away from my fucking prison cell. Call me privileged for complaining about living in a mansion All my life, but I much prefer being here. With common folk. They ground me. 

I peeked up from my phone at the red and white head of hair in front of me, he didn't seem all that fazed. Although maybe it was just the lack of seeing his face that made me believe he couldn't care less about all but one of those offers. Still, his business is his, and my business is the new Ao3 update on my favorite chrollo lucilfer fanfiction. What a babe. 

I decided that the class as of right now would be of no importance to me, considering I will have no offers, and bakugou-the reason I came here- hates me like I'm a piece of gum stuck under his shoe.  Through that conclusion I allowed myself to dissolve into the world of hxh and forget about how boring this world is. 

Could my power beat Killua or go in a fight? I mean, it doesn't enhance my strength like they did trying to get into Killua's house so physically they must be stronger. 

"Y/n! Is there something you would like to share with the class?"

Mr.Aizawas voice seemed almost shot at me as my gaze rose from my phone in my lap to meet him at the front of the room. He looked displeased to say the least. Well good for him, im displeased too, I might not be able to beat a fucking twelve year old in combat. 

"Huh?"

"You were grumbling, what's so important you had to tell us, hm?"

I thought it through for a second- just kidding, I never think anything through. 

"Oh, well I wasn't sure if I could beat Gon in a fight, but I'm not coming to the realization that if Chrollo is my boyfriend, I shouldn't have to fight anyone at all. I can just be a pretty face in the backgrounds and then after he wins for me i'll suck his-"

"Enough, y/n." Mr.Aizawa no longer held a tired looking face, his eyes were wide and an uncomfortable cringed was set on his face. As I peered at the rest of the class many also had shocked eyes, but unlike our teacher, held faint blushes. 

Minus midoriya, his face was completely red and his eyes void of life. I must've killed him, huh. 

"Wait!"

In an attempt to regain some dignity, I tried to correct myself.

"I would....not suck his-?"

"Don't even say it, shitty princess !"

"Woah bakugou, you spoke to me on purpose!?"

"Shut up!"

"Hey, how come you call me princess, you like me or something?"

He growled at that, neither of us paying mind to the fact that everyone in the class was either dead from nosebleeds or extremely uncomfortable and staring at us.  

"Its cuz you act fucking entitled like a princess"

"I'll be your pillow princes-"

"Enough!" A robotic-like hand sliced the air in front of me. The voice sounded firm, almost more teacher-like than our teacher's voice. I followed my gaze up the hand, not failing to notice how as I drew up the guy's arm his muscles only seemed to get bigger and bigger and- iida? 

"Oh class rep-"

"Y/n this vulgar language and border-line harassment needs to cease immediately. I will not tolerante overtly sexual language and acts in this class-"

As he was speaking I noticed something ironic about the situation. If everyone here didn't like sexual jokes or banter, how were they so flustered at comments that objectively should be unknown to them. 

"How did you know what I meant, iida?" I rasped in a low sultry voice, allowing my fingers to dance up his arm starting at the wrist in front of my face. 

I heard a few chuckles from, who I would say are the only two people enjoying this situation: kaminari and...stinky mineta. Iida's face grew more red than previously and the arms in front of me began shaking. 

"Mr.Aizawa it seems I've disarmed the robot. Is there a restart button or something?" I question with a serious face using the search as an excuse to wonder my eyes all over his body. Perverted? Yes. Rightfully attracted to this giant hunk of a nerd. Yes ×10. 

"No, there is not." Todoroki, who was in front of me, finally turned around to address me. I guess he was unfazed by my words. Looks like someone here can be cool. Whether he is okay because he is more comfortable with sexual jokes, or because he has yet to pick up on them, its nice that somebody in here can still function. Otherwise, I'd feel like a nuisance. 

"Y/n I'm not really sure how to- let's just say to have detention with your m- midnight. Detention. Yeah." Aizawa publicly convinced himself of my punishment? 

"Okay"

"Now, back to this, even if you didn't get any offers ALL of you will have an internship" 

And so went on the class, kids chose their hero names, not me though. I wasn't even sure I wanted to be a hero at all, this was just a little less boring and sad than the way I lived before. This school had people who laughed in joy, not just to mask the pain. That was the real benefit, not being a hero, or being strong. Likely no one here realized that there were many places where none of this joy was possible. 

Some of the kids in class gave me suggestions for a hero name, but I didn't like them anyway. They lacked personality, and while I have many adjectives to describe my personality, my life, none of them are all that heroic. 

"Dark element"

"Girl who will die if her quirk doesnt like its environment" 

See, I'm not the best at this. Even bakugan names had some sense to it...well no. I'd say we're about the same, but still. Ugh. 

~timeskip~ 

Bakugou pov 😠

She came up with no hero names. Fucking entitled brat. Everyone at this lunch table seems to have no problem with the fact that she is here, just happy to have another pair of tits to stare at like perverts. Their gross. I bet she doesn't even want to be a hero, she sure as hell doesn't act like it. We don't even know what her whole quirk is. Ive seen her do that plant shit a couple times, fucking with flowers or whatever. Still, there's more to it. Something we don't know, at least. Cuz in the middle of class she gets up and whispers to Aizawa and he just lets her go. Where the fuck does she go? 

Interrupts class, got into the school because her moms a teacher, won't use her quirk. What a nuisance, I can't believe she is not expelled yet. Plus those bullshit sex jokes are so shitty. She is obviously faking something when she does them. Not like midnight, who always at least seems like she means that gross shit. 

"Hey, who did you guys choose for your internship? I haven't chosen yet."

"The number three hero guy," I spoke, knowing I'm the only person here who already chose. 

"Really? Best jeanist! That's so cool, but are you sure that for you bakugou?" Shitty hair raised a shitty brow at me. 

"What the hell is that supposed to mean!?"

"Just that he seems pretty...uptight..for you?" Dunceface added, but he spoke like it was a question. Of course he is the hero for me, he is the highest ranting hero on my list. If I wanna be number one, I gotta train with the best. 

If I go to his agency I'm sure there will be a lot more action, since he is so high ranking. Then i'll get some real experience kicking villain ass, well, other than the USJ. 

"Of course he is the right option!"

"Woahhh~"

Shit. It's her voice. I honestly should applaud her for using it less often around me but, how can one small girl be so goddamn annoying. I don't even know what she has to say and I already wish she would just put a sock in it. How can someone so entitled like her, probably never had to lift a finger, walk  over here and talk like she has something to say. 

"You're working with the best jeanist! So cool, one time he saved me from a group of rapist guys, it was awesome with all these strings everywhere and I could only see half of his face. Oh and he had goofy hair too!"

Oh. I didn't really know how to respond to the girl who looked so excited about almost being violated. Another thing wrong with her? I looked back at the other people at the table to see if they knew how to respond to something like that. 

Dunceface was frozen, tape arms were frozen, shitty hair was frozen, and alíen eyes were looking like a lost puppy and trying not to cry. 

It didnt seem like the shutty princess was exactly understanding how what she just yelled was making things weird. She just stood there expectantly. She kinda looked like she thought being raped was something that must happen to everyone. Did she think that? Wouldn't put it past her weird ass. 

"Uhm...anyways, i'm sure you'll do awesome, he likes to put boys in tight jeans. Wish I could intern too, I'd love to see that boom boom~" she winked. 

A perverted joke...and then she had the audacity to wink at me. 

"You wish you could see me in tight jeans, shitty extra!"

"I know...thats what a I just said." She dead panned, blinking a couple times at me. 

"Tch, screw you!"

"I would-" 

"Can it, i don't wanna hear your shitty voice anymore"

The girl stopped herself after my words, pushing all her hair behind her head, except for the two blond stands in the front. 

(You don't have to acknowledge these if you don't want, but I made it so that they change color depending on what element your using and I thought it was hot*if you have short hair, then you just got a lil nishinoya type thing 🥰)

Lifted her obnoxious hands that moved around while she talked and made a zipper-like motion over her lips. Then she just stood there looking at me. I really wanted to just let her stand there and go back to eating. Ignore her completely and let her hope fizzle out and die or something like that. 

Yet here I am, still looking at her. Silently. Wishing she made a stupid joke so that I could stop flickering between those images I'd seen of her dancing. How even though ballet is a princess fucking dance, the pictures felt nice. Like if I was watching it live I would probably be unable to criticize it. That pissed me off, because I want to hate everything about her, but I can't hate those photos. Where she looks like she is flying, without any need for a quirk.

I see her in that weird gown, and now, in the UA uniform. I see her looking respectable, formal, and serious. Then I see her stupid little smirk as she takes pride in being able to shut up for more than a minute. 

"Why are you still standing there?"

Instead of answering, she took her hand up again, made a pinch with her fingers and unzipped her mouth. 

"I was enjoying the look in your eyes."she smiled. 

The look in my eyes? Could she tell I was seeing two different people? What the hell does that even mean? Even said it without that shitty flirt voice. Like she meant it. 

"You tryna make fun of me?"I stood up from the table to get in her face.

"Not right now, maybe later, I gotta do something." She smiled sincerely at me, for a second as she walked away, I forgot about how this conversation started. What a wierd fucking girl. I'll never respect her as a hero. Tch. (Yes, its canon he tchs even in his thoughts) 

3rd person POV 

Y/n briskly walked out of the cafeteria with a new goal in mind. She would come to remember how maybe being oblivious was a benefit in some ways, but for now, she had a clear plan .

"Mr.Aizawa, let me do an internship."

"You weren't in the festival, I can't just hand you to a hero who has no idea what you can do, y/n."

"Well, you know what I can do, right?"

"No. I'm not doing internships. Stop asking."

"That's not what I meant! You can just tell them, or I could, it's not that hard to explain. Just say i'm all- powerful or some play on words like 'she's got all the right elements' hehe, see how i mimicked your voice there?" Y/n grinned like a child. She was proud of herself. 

"No. Still not happening."

"I wanna be an intern too, you raggedy ann looking ass hoe" 

"Y/n, it doesn't make sense, insulting me to get what you want?"

"Maybe it doesn't, but I bet you feel real insecure about your hair right now."

"You already have detention, what more do you want!"

"An internship, I wanna do one with kamui Woods, I have a good reason, too. As far as my quirk control, i'm the weakest with earth, the aspect that allows me to grow and manipulate plants and stuff. That's why I've only been using that part of it all month. Im trying to get her up to speed so I can start using all four at once. He is like a tres guy, right? He manipulates earth all day long. He could teach me a lot, and that aspect of my quirk would suit his well. Please!?!?!?"

If the girl had just asked again in a normal way, his answer would have been the same. However Aizawa was taken aback to hear how much thought she put into this. From the stories of the teachers lounge, he came to understand her big life goal, was to rely fully on a rich man or woman, and do nothing at all forever. Just to try and forget about the terrible life she was destined to have because of that quirk.

This side of her was something he could not even her mother had seen, and it prompted him to speak those words she wanted to hear so badly.

"Fine." 

[heroofthreefaces]

Thirty questions

Thirty questions about me, and then tag ten people. Tagged by @mayfriend

1. Name/Nickname? Paul. Online often scarfman but The Hero of Three Faces is the name of my active webcomic.

2. Gender? Cis man, some elusive shade of gray ace 

3. Star Sign? Sagittarius

4. Height? 6′1″

5. What time is it? 21:27

6. Birthday? December 15

7. Favorite band? If I have one which edges out in front of any others it may be Chicago

8. Favorite solo artist?  If I have one which edges out in front of any others it may be Paul Simon

9. Song stuck in my head? None cuz I have my music player on all the time, but that right now is on Murry Gold’s The Doctor’s Theme

10. Last movie I watched? Hm. I think I did my last Star Wars triple trilogy weekend more recently than I’ve been to the theater, but I dislike the ninth episode too much to name it, so I’ll just say Star Wars

11. Last show I watched? That’s a good one, because right now I’m in one of my phases when I don’t watch anything, so the last thing I did watch in March or February probably was - Oh no wait that’s wrong, Mom and I do three DS9s once a week. DS9.

12. When did I create this blog? End of August 2012.

13. What do I post? Mostly fannish stuff, twice a day links to my fanfiction webcomic website, sometimes custom cartoons as comments in reblogs. Activism and heavy matters are usually reblogged onto my sideblog for the purpose, @not-caused-by-those-who-love (the title of which is an allusion to Arthur, King of Time and Space, my other, concluded webcomic).

14. Last thing I googled? godzilla scale to check whether Godzilla has scales as research for the joke I made in this post. It didn’t help any; I only got a lot of results about scale models of Godzilla.

15. Other blogs: I just mentioned @not-caused-by-those-who-love. I have a few other sideblogs I’ve started over the years but none of them remained active for long.

16. Do I get asks? Yes, sometimes. Usually regarding the alternate universe paradigm in my comic’s crossovers, sometimes about the headcanons I put in the comics.

17. Why did I choose my URL? Name of my webcomic - fanfiction, but it’s comic strips with stick figures, but they’re triangles.

18. Following? 705

19. Followers? 1136

20. Average hours of sleep? Prolly around six

21. Lucky number? How many digits? 8 was my favorite number when I was a kid. 86 was Maxwell Smart. 507 is how many regenerations the Doctor told Clyde he’ll have. 4077 is ... well you prolly know that one.

22. Instruments? I can’t tune a kazoo

23. What am I wearing? Pocket polo and sweatpants.

24. Dream job? Barring a radical shift in copyright law allowing me to create The Hero of Three Faces as a job with health insurance and retirement benefits and little or no editorial interference? The job I have. I transcribe caller responses to customer service voice recognition computers, which taps only enough creative energy to be pleasantly tedious while failing to inhibit the drawing of my cartoons.

25. Dream trip? I haven’t been to a con in ages. I’m thinking of doing Chicago TARDIS the next time there is one.

26. Favorite Food: Cheese or peanut butter.

27. Nationality? USA

28. Favorite song? A tie: Also Sprach Zarathustra by Eumir Deodata and All the Strange, Strange Creatures by Murray Gold

29. Last book I read? I’m a few pages from the end of Ancillary Justice by Ann Leckey

30. Top three fictional universes I’d like to live in? Somewhere post-scarcity with live-action-quality CGI from dictation and where my favorite franchises are public domain or nonexistent, so I could make full-length video crossovers, or mashups (T*R*E*K, Doctor Who and the Lost Ark, etc.), and put them on streaming (in case of capitalism, hopefully to make my living at it): Star Trek. Known Space. Um, what’d be a third one? Foundation? Future history? Do they have that in The Expanse? 

I don’t tag people in memes, so do it if you’d like to.

[paodequeijofeliz-blog]

I would do it all again

Ride or Die Fanfiction (characters and main story belongs to Pixelberry Studios).

Pairing: Mona and MC (Annie)

Information: this takes place after the first book.

Summary: After what happened at the parking lot, each member of the crew tries to build a new life, following the “every man for himself” motto. But Annie doesn’t agree with that and tries to pull them back together, especially Mona, who she has been waiting for too many years.

Warnings: none. 

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 5

I would do it all again - Part 4

        Annie felt her eyes closing against her will. Fuck, I need coffee. Didn’t she just have a mug? Things were a blur that morning. The clock struck 11 am, a vison that made her heartbeat speed. Shit, shit, shit, I need to finish these.

         It was Sunday, a beautiful, hot, and sunny weekend, but the woman had barely looked outside. The doctorate selection was coming up, one test that could either put her back in college or push into waiting another year. The desk was filled with books, piles and more piles of them mocking her slow reading skills with their old covers and tiny letters. She scratched her eyes one more time before hiding behind hands, a heavy sigh of tire escaping the lungs. Then, something caught her attention.

         First, it was the smell. Fresh coffee.

         Second, the sound of steps. Low, muffled.

         Third, the feeling of an arm holding her by the shoulders.

         Annie finally uncovered the face to look up and find Mona’s staring curiously. She had put a mug of coffee on the girl’s desk. “Hey, Mon”.

         “Hi, gorgeous.” She tightened the grip around Annie’s shoulders, feeling her melt and relax after placing a kiss on the side of her neck. “I’m not gonna distract you. Just brought more coffee.”

         “Thanks. Is it with…”

         “Sugar? Yes. Black, extra strong, extra sugar. I know.” Mona gave her a cocky smile. “Want something else? You barely ate breakfast today.”

         “No, I’m good. I…” she moaned happily after tasting the coffee. “Good lord, you make great coffee. I think I just had a caffeine orgasm.”

         The woman bit her neck, like a punishment. “Don’t sound so surprise, princess. I can do stuff.”

         Annie giggled, taking a big gulp before putting the mug back on the desk. Her eyes travelled around the papers and books, but when she felt Mona’s arms loosing up, her hands went fast to hold it there. “Wait, no. Stay. Please. I need a break. Talk to me about Toby. How’s he?”

         The Lebanese stopped for a second, hesitating. Then, she turned Annie’s chair so they could face each other, slowly climbing into the girl’s lap. “He’s fine. Let’s talk about something else.”

         “What do you have in mind?” Annie leaned back, holding her by the waist. The sunlight shining against Mona’s feature was a vison strong enough to steal anybody’s breath away. “Wait Mon, first, have I already said you look sexy this morning? Cause you do. A lot.”

         Mona opened a mischievous smile, fighting the urge to transform it into sex talk. That wasn’t the point now.

         “Malika Calil.”

         “Who?” Annie tilted her head, confused by the sudden change of subject.

         “Me.”

         “I don’t underst… Oh. Oh my god. Your name?”

         Mona rolled her eyes. “Don’t make a big deal out of it.”

         Too late. The girl’s face was all lightened up by now.

         “That’s so pretty, and strong, it fits you! I love it. Malika.” For some reason, the sound of it on Annie’s mouth also made Mona love it. “Why are you telling me this so out of the blue?”

         “Figured it was time. You didn’t peek so far.”

         “Of course. I respect your decisions.” She said softly.

         “Yeah, you’re a goody-goody. I know.” Mona teased, earning a dramatic and astonished gasp from her. “But thanks, I appreciate it. Now you know.”

         “Which do you prefer?” Annie held her tighter, completely lost on those dark eyes. Suddenly, she felt safer in there. Closer.

         “Whatever you choose, I don’t mind.”

         “C’mon, there’s gotta be a favourite.”

         “My favourite will be ‘boss’ when this auto shop is opened.”

         Annie laughed, burring her face on the woman’s chest. “Okay, boss.”

         Life could get so light when they were together. Suddenly, the teacher forgot all about her insecurities towards the exam, as the scent of Mona’s parfum slowly involved her like in a hypnosis. A hand stroke down the girl’s hair, brushing it tenderly. After a few moments hidden between her lover’s breasts, Annie spoke again through a muffled voice. “Can you tell me more?”

         Mona twisted her lips, wondering what exactly to share. “Well, I already told you my father was a bricklayer. My mother was a designer, she’s the one who taught me how to draw. I have two younger brothers too. Twins. Haven’t seen them in ages. We never fought or anything, just… Life happened, you know. They went to live with our mother’s cousin in California after our parents died. Must be finishing high school this year.”

         “I’m sorry about your parents.”

         “I’m sorry about yours, too.” Mona kissed the top of the girl’s head, still brushing her fingers through the brown waves. “What else do you want to know?”

         “Hm… What’s your favourite colour?”

         She furrowed her eyebrows to that question. “Really?”

         “Yeah. Why, is that too personal?”

         “Humpf.” Mona shook her head, thinking for a second. “It depends. I like it dark. Dark blue, dark purple, black, silver. Red is cool too, for clothes. I don’t think I’ve got a true favourite, but mostly I go for dark blue. Like the night sky. Happy now?”

         “Extremely.” Ann finally peeked up to meet the woman’s gaze, a big smile opening to that view. “You’re a goddess. I’m sure of it. No human being can reach this level of beauty.”

         “Well, then something’s gotta be wrong here, cause’ goddesses shouldn’t worship humans like I worship you, hotstuff.”

         “Oh my, you do know how to make a woman blush, don’t you?”

         Months passed as they kept that sweet routine. It was like taking a vacation inside your own house. Movie nights became a thing, both addicted to it, especially since Annie was out for the most part of the day. Every time she would get home to find something paused on the TV and take outs on the table. Mona couldn’t believe how happy someone was able to be while watching Jurassic Park at a Tuesday night. After six years locked up in a nightmare with her ex-girlfriend, it was about time she had a break. Besides, once the auto shop was set to work, things wouldn’t remain so peaceful anymore.

         Her and Toby’s plans were to open it right away since most of the tools and licenses were already in order. Ximena was going to have her studio in the back, starting as soon as she could buy new supplies. Mona would be the one divided into these two worlds: working with cars, in the front; but also designing tattoos for Ximena, in the back.

         Life had never tasted so damn good.

         “Fourteen months and we’re ready to go, people!!” Toby was bouncing in front of the camera, a happy grin on his face.

         “Do we really need to wait for my parole to be over? I want to start already.” Mona put her feet up on the table, staring as Ximena scowled on the screen.

         “Yes, we do. Mine is over, Toby’s too, now we’re gonna wait for yours. They specifically said you can’t meet with us during parole. Don’t you dare risk it, Mona.”

         “Yeah, Mon. It’s not for long. Besides, aren’t you living in a paradise there? Why the rush?”

         “I just want to go on with it. Can I start fixing things around here? Maybe painting? I really need to do something.”

         “Fixing, yes. But you’re gonna wait for us to paint it. I have ideas.” Ximena lowered her voice, her tone becoming a little more concerned. “And, hm… What about that other subject? Have you… Solved it?”

         Mona stiffened. “No. I decided to let it die in prison.”

         Before any of them could protest, the sound of a car parking outside alerted her. Without saying goodbye, the Lebanese just closed the laptop and went to open the door for a tired, but smiley, Annie.

         “I did it, babe. I nailed that fucking exam.”

         “Never doubted you would, gorgeous.” Mona pulled her in by the waist, holding the girl so tight she cofed. “Who knew I would be dating a freakin’ genius one day.”

         Annie chuckled, looking up to find her gaze. “So, I went from ‘nerd’ to ‘genius’? That’s an improvement. Now let’s wait and see how long until I go from ‘date’ to ‘girlfriend’.”

         Mona arched her eyebrows, surprised. “You are my girlfriend. Dumbass.”

         “You never said it before.”

         “We have been living together for ten months. It’s implied.”

         “Nope. It isn’t. I’ll want it by written with your signature on the bottom. ‘I am Anna’s girlfriend’, in legible lett...”

         Mona interrupted her with a deep kiss, suddenly pushing Annie against the closed door and roaming hands down her body. That made her gasp, breathless as the Lebanese kept teasing, following a path of kisses and bites down Annie’s jaw. Every bite came with the whisper of a word.

         “You… Are… My… Girlfriend.”

         Mona finished the sentence with a small kiss by her earlobe, smirking as she heard Annie’s response.

         “Oh, yes. Yes, I am.”

[p-and-p-admin]

Interview given to The Severus Snape and Hermione Granger Shipping Fan Group.

https://www.facebook.com/groups/199718373383293/

Hello Lariope and welcome to Behind the Quill, it is a pleasure to talk with you.

Many of our group’s members requested you as an interview subject, but amongst more than a dozen stories in the HP universe you are probably best known for Killing Time, Second Life, and Advanced Contemporary Potion Making.

Okay, let’s jump right in. What's the story behind your pen name?  

So, there's a really common plant in my area called Monkey Grass. Most people use it as landscaping filler. I thought it was pretty and asked someone who had some what it was called. She told me that it's technical name is Liriope, which I heard as Lariope. This was around the time that book 6 was released, and it struck me as a very witchy name, particularly as JKR likes flower names. Which Harry Potter character do you identify with the most? Wow. Probably Neville. I'm certainly not as brainy or as confident as Hermione, not as out-there as Luna, not as athletic as Ginny. I'm less angsty than Harry and less apt to charge off in my own direction. And I am certainly not as thoughtless as Ron, not as strict as McGonagall, not as dark as Snape. And if you've read Second Life, you know my feelings about Dumbledore! But I was someone who took some time to come into my own. Often bumbling or nervous, but when my back is to the wall, brave and honorable. So I'm going with Neville. Do you have a favourite genre to read? (not in fic, just in general) 

I love fiction, but honestly, other than Harry Potter, I don't read fantasy! I tend to like "domestic" fiction, as in Anne Tyler, and literary fiction. I also really love Stephen King, oddly enough. Do you have a favourite "classic" novel? 

By classic do you mean like, the literary canon, or just not fanfiction? My top five favorite novels are, in no particular order, The Time Traveler's Wife by Audrey Niffenegger, It by Stephen King, The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay by Michael Chabon, The Temple of Gold by William Goldman, and The Secret History by Donna Tartt. I'm not big into the classics, which is weird for an English major to say. At what age did you start writing? 

I've been writing all my life. The first time I saw Stand by Me at 11 years old, I rewrote it with a new ending because I could not bear the death of Chris Chambers. I think I've always been interested in working with other people's texts. How did you get into writing fanfiction? 

I loved Harry Potter so intensely. I came to it as an adult at a particularly lonely time in my life. When book 6 was released I read it all in one gulp, and then felt kind of despondent when it was over. I thought of the good old rule of the internet, that if it exists, there is porn of it, so I went looking for what I called "Potterotica," figuring that it would give me an opportunity to read more about the characters I loved. I didn't yet have a concept of fanfiction, let alone fanfiction that wasn't erotica! As I read, I had the persistent feeling that I hadn't yet found exactly the story I was looking for. I kept feeling that I would do this or that differently. Then after the release of book 7, I was tormented by the fate of Snape. I really felt I needed to save him. That I couldn't relax until he'd had some love in his life before his death. I didn't have the sense yet that I could change his fate, only that I needed him to have happiness and love before he died.  I have a Master's Degree in fiction writing, so I decided to just give it a try. My first story was terrible!!! It was called If Memory Serves and was archived only on the Restricted Section. But it definitely forced me to reawaken some skills, and whetted my appetite. What's the best theme you've ever come across in a fic? Is it a theme represented in your own works? 

Hm. I'm not sure how to answer this question. I know that one of the things that I respond most strongly to in fic is a feeling of inevitability--that regardless of how or when, these characters had unfinished business with each other. I hate to use the word destined... but that feeling that there were many points in canon where something minor could have changed which would have changed everything and brought two characters together--and that that could have happened at any point, in any number of ways. I like very much when canon is reimagined or reinterpreted to make that relationship deeper--like reimagining the scene where Snape insults Hermione's teeth to have a totally different meaning in the context of their relationship. I think I am remembering Somigliana's The Traveller being particularly gratifying in that way. Obviously I play with canon a lot in my own work. I like for fanfiction to feel "real" as in, possible in a canonical context. What fandoms are you involved in other than Harry Potter? 

Almost none! I've been fannish all my life, but Harry Potter was the first experience I ever had of "fandoms," that is to say, community built around a narrative. I usually just freaked out over things in private. After HP, I tried very hard to get into the Sherlock fandom, because I had a dear friend from the SS/HG community who was into it, but in the end, I could just never become invested in quite the way I had with Harry Potter. Subsequently, I had children, so I mostly support their fannishness now. If you could make one change to canon, what would it be? Do you have a favourite piece of fanon? 

I wish Snape could live. I really do. He had a lot left to learn and a lot left to give to the world beyond the sacrifice of his own life to the cause. There are certain things I have ultimately accepted as head canon, as far as pieces of fanon are concerned. Honestly, they are so ingrained that I'm having trouble thinking of any! Sometimes when I watch the movies with my kids, I think, but wait, what about?... oh yeah, I forgot that wasn't canon. Do you listen to music when you write or do you prefer quiet? 

I need dead silence to compose, because I hear the words in my head as I write and I can't be distracted from them. But I often pick pieces of music that I listen to obsessively in my downtime when I'm writing a story, that I think of as sort of like theme songs. Falling Slowly by Glen Hansard and Marketa Irglova was one for Second Life. Table for Glasses by Jimmy Eat World still calls up Dark Santiago for me. What are your favourite fanfictions of all time? 

Oooh. Ok. So I read a lot of Drarry, and I pretty much love everything that Sara's Girl has ever written. Somigliana's work--the Traveller was amazing. All the Best and Brightest Creatures by Wordstrings (Sherlock). I also really loved greywash's Sherlock fic. There was an SSHG that has been long since removed that was called Dear January--I still think of it.  I loved all the epics of my particular time in the SSHG fandom. Mia Madwyn, Subversa, Loten. Are you a plotter or a pantser? How does that affect your writing process? 

Definitely a plotter. I kept pages and pages of working notes and planning points as I was writing Second Life. I always began a chapter with a working document of where I thought the chapter was going, as well as a reread of that portion of canon.  Points of discovery along the way still happened all the time--I'd be in the midst of something I had planned when all of a sudden I'd see some point of connection I hadn't even thought of, and something would open up bigger than I had thought it would be. I remember in particular the end of the Bathilda Bagshot chapter of Second Life, when Snape is running toward James and Lily's house and feeling like time is doubling back on itself--I didn't see that parallel until I was in it.  I think you always have to have room to surprise yourself, even in the thick of your planning. That sense of discovery affects the reader's journey through your work. What is your writing genre of choice? 

Haha, fanfiction is my writing genre of choice. No, I wrote short stories when I was pursuing my degree in fiction, which is kind of hilarious now, as I became sort of known for my long-windedness. Why say 100 words when 10,000 would do? I grew to love the novel during my time in fanfiction. It would be hard to imagine turning back to a shorter form now. But who knows. I always tell myself that once the children are grown I will get back to writing. I was beginning a sort of cross between fantasy and domestic fiction when I had children and I still think the idea has legs. Which of your stories are you most proud of? Why? 

Oh, different ones for different reasons. I think Dark Santiago is the most structurally tight and sound thing I've ever done. Second Life is like a miracle that it even happened, that I was able to control such a behemoth and bring it home. I was terrified the whole way. And weirdly, there's a drabble series that is called The Sins of Severus Snape that I am still really proud of. I think of those like linked poems. A real exercise in being concise for someone who likes to sprawl all over the page. Did it unfold as you imagined it or did you find the unexpected cropped up as you wrote? What did you learn from writing it?  

I think I've pretty much covered those questions in all my ramblings. I knew the general structure, I was happily surprised along the way, and I learned to write novels from writing fanfiction, Second Life in particular. How personal is the story to you, and do you think that made it harder or easier to write? 

There's not a lot of personal parts of the story to me in Second Life. I mean, every character is drawn from me, in a way, just because they come into being informed with my way of looking at and understanding the world and other people. But there isn't a lot in there that echoes my experience. Advanced Contemporary Potion Making was personal, and I think you can feel that in the story. It takes the biggest step away from canon. It wasn't hard to write, but it was hard to live. And now, as I look back, I have a different perspective on my life and on the story itself than I did at the time that I wrote it. What books or authors have influenced you? How do you think that shows in your writing? 

Oh man, Stephen King is all over my writing. I don't think I've ever written a sex scene that didn't have a grain of that scene in the sewers of It inside it. Not because of the child thing--I know that skeeves people out about that scene--but because in it, Beverly discovers the power of sex--sex as a force, a life-giving force, something with teeth. I think that idea shows up a lot in Second Life. I like fiction in which you are very much inside the character's heads, and I think that's apparent in my writing. I think I got that initially from Stephen King, who leaps around inside his different character's heads sometimes in the same paragraph! I also think the theme of unending loyalty, the power of friendship, the triumph of good over evil--those are very Kingian themes that I recognized in Potter and then carried into my own writing. Do people in your everyday life know you write fanfiction? 

Yes. That wasn't always the case. During the time that I was active in the fandom, I was a young elementary school teacher, and I dreaded anyone finding out that I wrote sex scenes with children's book characters. I was very private about my fanfic then, and even a few of my closest real life people did not know. My parents still do not know. My children are teenagers now and into fanfiction in their own right; they know I wrote it, but they don't know my ship or my pen name. My husband has read most of Second Life. I recently started a new job, and during one of those "get to know you" games, I was asked to share something that other people wouldn't guess about me. I said that I had once been a fanfiction writer. How true for you is the notion of "writing for yourself"? 

Mmm. I wrote the stories I wanted to read. Do you know what I mean? I wrote things because that's how I wanted to see them, how I wished they were, and I wrote to my own preferences. But writing in real time, for people who were actually reading and responding--that was crucial to the process. My biggest fear during the writing of Second Life was that I wouldn't finish it, or that I would lose control of it and it would become crap. "Breaking the story," I used to say, and I was terrified of breaking the story. But the fact that there were people experiencing it with me and waiting for it, reacting to it, and giving insightful feedback--that helped keep me very focused and motivated. I never wrote something because I thought it would be appealing to others, but I was so gratified that what I wrote did appeal to others. How important is it for you to interact with your audience? How do you engage with them? Just at the point of publishing? Through social media? 

I had a LiveJournal and although I was not a frequent poster, I read my friends list every day during that time. I read what everyone else was reading and talked about the stories and themes that everyone else was talking about. I made a number very close friends during that time--other authors, people who were reading my stories and commenting. We talked on the phone frequently, and I had a team of beta readers. I went to conventions. I participated in the ss/hg exchange. A lot of those people were my audience, were reading my stories. And many of them became my good friends. I had a policy to answer all reviews when I was writing Second Life, and I did that until I was unable to do it anymore. When I had multiple stories it got much harder. That community changed a lot toward the end of my time in it. People were leaving LiveJournal, and Tumblr was on the rise, which felt like a much bigger pond. AO3 was replacing the smaller archives on which I had really grown as a writer. And once the movies were over and there was no more "fresh canon," people started to drift away. I do think that I might have lasted longer if that tight knit community had stayed in place. It played a big role in my commitment to my work and continued enthusiasm. As a side note, one of the friends I made in the SS/HG community is still my best friend. She is the "aunt" to my children, and we still talk on the phone weekly and visit at least yearly. What is the best advice you've received about writing? 

If you want to write, then write. Make a routine. Write a certain number of words a day. Read them out loud to yourself. You'll hear your own bad habits and improve them.

What do you do when you hit writer's block? 

If I'm already in a project, I will force myself to write a certain number of words per day. I will hold a scene that I'm longing to write out in front of myself like a carrot. Like, if you write this transition part that feels yucky and like you are stuck in it, then you can write the big reunion scene that you know is coming. If I'm not in a project... well, then I don't get through it. I just don't start a new project.  If I need to write a story, as I did during graduate school or during the ss/hg exchange--I would do this thing one of my professors suggested--pick three headlines, words or ideas that have interested you over time and force them into the same story. Dark Santiago was that way. I had the prompt of fortune telling. I added an idea about the way magic works for muggleborns and the ocean town where I was living. Voila: Dark Santiago.   Has anything in real life trickled down into your writing? 

I'm sure it has in ways I can't even see. I remember once talking to a friend on the phone about Second Life as I was writing it, and she pointed out that the fact that I'm a Quaker was informing the story--like my own perspective on war and the horrors of violence were bleeding into the the kind of philosophy of Second Life. Do you have any stories in the works? Can you give us a teaser? 

I don't. I wish I did! I often miss my time in fandom, the spirit of creativity and community, all those ideas just bubbling out in every direction. Any words of encouragement to other writers? 

I don't believe that the end goal of fanfiction is to become a published writer, just as I don't think every guitarist has to have the goal of selling out a stadium, or every golfer has to want to compete in the Masters. I think you can love a thing without making it your livelihood. You become a "real" author the minute someone else reads a story that you wrote. Many of you reading this right now are people who made me an author. It is, as Stephen King once wrote, a kind of telepathy. I thought of something once, in 2008, in the southeast of the US, and you can read it right now wherever you are, and experience the thoughts and feelings I was dreaming up then. It's a wonderful gift, writing. And working among people who are dedicated to improving their craft and talking about stories and ideas--that is just the very best ground for making something that makes YOU proud. Thanks so much for giving us your time.  

Thank you! I am really honored to be asked