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prolix-yuy · 2 years

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Writers' Iron Chef #2: Forbidden Kiss

[PROMPT] An overwhelming desire to kiss that is not, or cannot, be acted on

[TIME LIMIT] Optional 10 minutes prep time, 30 minutes writing time, Optional 10 minutes editing time

Pairing: Ezra x GN!Reader

Rating: T, allusions to sexual acts, analyzing some yearning.

Summary: Is it more intimate to share breath than to share a kiss?

Notes: Written for Writers' Iron Chef Prompt 2.

This one had a few different possibilities! But I wanted the challenge of trying for Ezra’s voice for the first time, and what better way than to make an attempt than in a Writers’ Iron Chef! I think I could have put in a little more dialogue, but I'll keep that in mind for any future Ezra attempts.

This is set pre-Prospect, but still on the Green.

Song inspiration is Possession by Sarah McLachlan.

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“Do try to keep up, Chickadee, the day is still young and as much as I would like to give you respite, we are still undeniably tethered.”

The crackle of his voice through the radio snaps you back to the task at hand. You’d been letting your stride diminish, feet shuffling in the debris around the path Ezra’s been cutting in the thick forest. Sleep eluded you last night like it had most nights since you’d run from the prison ship that brought you to this inhospitable planet. The first few times you’d attempted to close your eyes, fear had gripped your chest like a many-toothed inky monster. It wasn’t until you came helmet-to-thrower with a sweaty but golden-lipped man that shelter you could sleep in became a reality.

Little did you know how much you would continue to struggle, in new and torturous ways.

“Sorry,” you rasp back, the filtered air drying out your tongue and the corners of your lips. You take three large strides to come up to Ezra’s pace, his eyes appraising your posture as you avoid a tricksome root and fall back into step. If you look hard enough, the deepened arch of his brow and the tiniest quirk of his lip might make you think he holds fondness for you.

You slit through that thought like an aurelac sac. There is no place for fondness on the Green. Only sickness, and riches, and death.

“I would not rush you so, Chickadee, but with the camp so far behind I worry about what the dark may bring to an old prospector and a soft little thing such as yourself.” You try not to let the hitch in your breath zip over the radio - soft little thing - and instead huff at his words.

“What in Kevva’s name is a chick-a-dee, Ez? It better not be something pretty but useless.” Ezra chuckles at your sharp retort. The knife’s-edge banter between the two of you started soon after Ezra holstered his weapon and eyed your filtration system, an order of operations you weren’t expecting. He could have killed you, or stripped your suit and left you gasping on the Green, but instead he waved a long hose, connected to another dead prospector like a noose, and offered a deal. Breath for wealth. A connection for the Queen’s Lair.

You’d never admit it to him, but the connection might have saved your life more than any aurelac could. You’d easily forego hours of sleeplessness to listen to Ezra hum out sentences from the well-worn books he hides in the crevices of his tent, his slow cadence giving way to slower breaths that ease you into your own slumber. When the hands and eyes and encroaching darkness threaten to rip a scream from your throat, you seize in your cot and wait for Ezra’s steady rhythm to ground you, bringing you back to the hell you’re still living, but a far better one than you could have been.

“Careful!” Ezra’s voice cuts through, heat erupting across your face as his hand wraps around your upper arm. He yanks you back roughly, back slamming into his chest as the sinkhole opens where your foot once was. That would have broken your ankle, and no matter how precious your filter was, you knew Ezra’s patience and persistence would win. And you would be another body on the Green, swallowed by the dust and moss.

“Fuck, Ez, I’m sorry. I don’t…” you gasp, shaking your head with frustrated vigor. “I don’t know where my head is today.” His hand loosens around your arm, and to your surprise it travels up to cup your shoulder, dwarfing you with its weight and sheer span of his palm and fingers. You had admired them from afar, splayed across his chest as he slept or how he wove the pages of a book between his thick fingers. Now he was turning you with both, your helmets barely a fraction apart.

“What troubles you, Chickadee? You’ve eaten, correct? An old injury causing you pain?” You shake your head, the helmets tapping off each other briefly. He’s never been this curious, this outspoken with any sort of care for you. Your days are spent watching the sky for new ships, following Ezra to his next dig, and hoping tonight will not be the final night he allows you to watch his face so closely. But he’d never spoken fears for your well-being out loud.

“I’m fine, Ez. Let’s go, the aurelac is waiting, right?” you say, trying to put on a rakish smile. He likes your tenacity, your sharpness. His words - soft little thing - crawl in your chest, made sticky with fear. You cannot let him see you be soft, be weak.

“Oh Chickadee,” he breathes, and not for the first time you imagine the air filtered between you as breaths you sip from each other’s lungs. The way you would steal his breath if he let you kiss him, slipping his book from his fingers to replace with your flesh, your lips, with anything he would take from you just to prove you were worth keeping around.

“There are things more precious on the Green than aurelac,” he says, and when his eyes fall to your lips, separated by glass and poison dust and a moment, you know he believes it.

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simon-says-nothing · 1 month

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things i would like to know about my fellow writers!

tagged by @dwarfsized thank u beloved !! i will tag @sweetsuke and @caspercryptid !!

Last book I read:

currently reading howl's moving castle and war and peace, but the last book i finished was The Iron Widow by Xiran Jay Zhao, highly recommend if u support womens wrongs and trope reversal!

Greatest Literary Inspiration:

to be basic and gay, richard siken and shakespeare, but also maggie stiefvater. mwah.

Things in my current fandom I want to read but don't want to write:

@the-neon-pineapple's regency fic is fucking stellar but i would fail at the amount of research it needs. could not be assed to look up a houppelade. but god damn if spencer doesnt do it so so good

Things in my current fandoms I want to write but I think nobody would be interested in them but me:

i like leetle feel this abt. all my work! too much oc lore in my current project n afraid no one will give a fuck lmao

but i have been rapidly toying with bg3 the bear au. let me put astarion as a failed michelin star chef. im cooking i promise. pun intended.

You can recognize my writing by:

overuse of italics, character lore dumps, too many "and yet", too many "almost", and a gross misuse of spaces

My most controversial take (current fandom):

if you want a sweet husband of a lover you should have romanced wyll not astarion!

Current writing mood (10 – super motivated and churning out words like crazy, 0 – in a complete rut):

about a 3! brain soup.

Top three favourite tropes:

your trauma did not make you kind, it made you cruel (or vice versa)

enemies to lovers (i am not immune)

blue gay/red gay

Share a random frustration:

IF I COULD JUST HAVE EVERY COMPANION'S SPEECH RHYTHM MEMORIZED WITHOUT SECOND GUESSING MYSELF AND WATCHING 3 HOURS OF THEIR DIALOGUE BEFORE WRITING THAT WOULD BE SO EPIC

#tag game #thank you leeetleee

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the-blind-assassin-12 · 2 years

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Art Imitating Life

Writer’s Iron Chef #6

A/N: Thank you so much to @littleferal for putting together this prompt challenge! At first when I read this week’s prompt, my angsty ass brain flew directly to Javi P and an undercover operation gone sideways. But then I had a cup of coffee and watered my garden and came back to it in a better mood and decided to go a different direction with it. Enter Javi G and Reader from this little one shot I wrote about how they met. (and a much happier resolution to the story than there would have been had I stuck with Javi Peña.)

Word Count: 1,956

Warnings: None. This is 110% a fluff. Friends to lovers (?) fluff.

Summary: After meeting on the beach, both of you there in search of inspiration for your current projects - for you, a novel, and for Javi, a script - the two of you strike up an easy friendship and agree to workshop one another’s writing. You give him a suggestion for the characters in his script, and he decides to take it one step further than changing the words on the page.

Prompt: “Midnight, on the bridge. Come alone.” / "I can’t stay long. I just had to see you.”

It had just started to rain when you pulled up to Javi’s place, so you hurried from your car to the covered porch and his front door. He was standing, waiting for you, and as soon as he saw you his smile lit up to make you forget about the clouds overhead. “I am sorry about the weather. I had hoped that we would be able to be outside today, perhaps by the pool, but…” He shrugged and trailed off. “It seems as though Mother Nature had other plans.”

Smiling, you waved him off. “It’s fine, Javi, inside works, too.” You’d been to his place a few times in the last few weeks, the two of you swapping drafts of your novel and his script in an informal sort of writer’s workshop, and until then you’d always sat outside either around the firepit, on the cushioned furniture on the porch, or near the pool.

“I suppose it has to rain every now and then, yes?” He gestured for you to follow him into the open living and dining area, where he’d set out a tray of vegetables, crackers, olives and hummus along with a pair of wine glasses. Clapping his hands and rubbing them together, he looked directly at you. “So are you ready to-”

You gave him a smile. He gets so excited to share his work. “Yup.” You nodded. “Whatcha got for me?”

Twenty minutes later you were seated in the corner of the plush white couch, a glass of yellow-gold chardonnay in hand and his laptop perched on your bent legs. “I’m excited to get into this, Javi. In the last few scenes I read, things were really starting to pick up so,” you raised your glass towards where he stood in the kitchen, pouring wine for himself. “Here’s to seeing where they’re headed.” He raised his own glass, some of the liquid sloshing out over his hand from the hasty motion, and you pressed your lips together to hide your smile.

Returning your eyes to the screen in front of you, you started to read. Okay. Here we go.

Night. Exterior - the pylons under the 10th Street Bridge. Diego is pacing and checking over his shoulder every few minutes. His phone is in his hand, andhe alternates between looking towards the road and down at the device in his hand.

Tight shot on phone screen. Message displayed - Midnight, on the bridge. Come alone

Diego: (to himself) I shouldn’t have asked her to-

Rustling footsteps cause him to turn his attention back towards the road

Marisol: Diego? Are you… Are you here?

Diego: Marisol. (He strides over to where she is stepping out from behind a tree) Marisol, mi amore, you made it, I-

A loud crunch sound pulled you out of the story and back into Javi’s living room. Looking up, you noticed him standing a few feet away, chewing half of a carrot stick from the vegetable platter, his eyes glued to you and watching for any reaction that you might have while you read. As soon as you caught him though, he widened his eyes and turned away, resuming his pacing in and out of the kitchen, back and forth behind the couch where you sat. He’s nervous. He… Oh, Javi. It was endearing, how interested he was in your opinion and how deeply he considered your suggestions. But he doesn’t have to worry, it’s… Your eyes flicked back to the screen. This is really good for a first draft.

“Javi, you know you can come sit down, right? You don’t have to wait for me to be done.” You looked over at him and patted the cushion next to you.

He took another bite out of the carrot, head shaking back and forth as he chewed. “Oh, no, I-”

You sighed. Like last time, huh? “Were you this nervous when you let Nic read your script?” I think I know the answer already.

Finishing the mouthful that he’d bitten off, he nodded. “Yes. Well, no. Even more actually. I could not even stay in the same space as him while he read it.” He swallowed, the hand that had been holding the hummus dipped carrot coming to the center of his chest to tap it twice. “My heart was pounding and my head was spinning and I-” He made a face that you couldn’t help but chuckle at. “At least with you I am… I can be in the same room.”

You felt warmth swirl through you at that. “That’s got to count for something, hmm?” He gave you a lopsided smile, nodding once to send a rogue curl tumbling over his forehead. You fingers twitched with a sudden urge to wind that curl around them and you had to tighten your grip on your wine glass to combat it. Stop it. We’re not… we’re friends. Nothing more.

Pushing his hair back with one hand, he licked his lips and gestured to the computer you were holding. “Please, go on. Let me know when you are finished with this scene and-”

“I will, Javi.” You took a sip of your wine and winked at him over the rim of the glass. With that he went back to his pacing and you had to smile to yourself at the way his character - Diego - seemed to share so many of his traits. Taking another sip of your drink, you returned your attention to the script.

Marisol: Of course I came, Diego. (They embrace) I can’t stay long.

Diego: I know. I’m sorry, I should not have asked you to come.

Oh, they should… When he’d opened the document on his computer, Javi had set the edit function to suggestions and told you to add things or comment on them as you needed or wanted to. Sitting forward, you set your glass down on the table and wiggled your fingers over the keyboard before adding your thoughts. At the sound of the keys clicking, Javi’s head swiveled in your direction, and a second later you felt his presence hovering just behind your shoulder. He’s reading as I type. He’s too anxious to sit next to me, but he’s peeking over my shoulder and reading the screen as I type. Pressing your lips together, you waited for his reaction to your suggestion.

They should kiss here.

“You think so?”

“I do.” You turned, draping one arm over the backrest where he was leaning his weight over his hands. Your fingers were only a few inches from his, but you refrained from touching him. Because that’s not why he asked me here. That’s not why-

“Can I ask you something? Writer to writer?” You couldn’t help but notice the way that his fingers dug into the fabric of the couch.

“Of course.” You shook your head and turned yourself to face him more fully, despite the fact that the backrest and cushions separated you.

He drew his eyebrows together and opened his mouth but no words came out. Closing it again, he cleared his throat and brought his eyes up to meet yours, and you got the feeling that he was trying to work himself up to say something. What is it? Just ask.

“Do you ever,” he started, straightening up so that his face wasn’t so close to yours. Speaking with his hands, it seemed as though he was fighting the urge to start pacing again. “When you are writing, do you ever… act out the things that you are having your characters say and do?”

You lifted your eyebrow. Is he asking me to… “Um.” You blinked and adjusted your position as he came around to the front of the couch. “Yeah, sometimes I do. To get a better idea of how to describe the action or…” You cocked your head to one side as he took the computer from your lap and set it on the table next to the tray of carrots, peppers and olives. “What are you-”

He held out one hand to you and though things had yet to become physical between the two of you - aside from the day when you’d met him, when you had all but tackled him out of the way of a few roller skaters at the boardwalk - you immediately placed your palm in his. Warm. The thought flashed through your brain as his thick fingers curled around your hand and pulled you to your feet. And strong. Oh, fuck.

“Will you do that with me?” He asked the question quietly but his voice never wavered.

“Do… what, Javi?” Your heart quickened. He can’t be asking me to-

“Act out this scene.” He swallowed. “Help me make it more natural, more… right.”

It was your turn to clear your throat, which had suddenly become stoppered by his words. What? Does he mean my suggestion? Your mouth dropped open as his opposite hand came to your hip. “You mean… with the kiss?”

His eyes narrowed briefly and he nodded. “To see if it works.”

You let a breath slip out as you nodded back, rain still falling outside the open windows. “Okay, Javi.” Trying to slow your racing heart, you attempted a joke. “Should I be Diego, or-”

“I am Diego,” he directed, fingers flexing around your hip. “You are Marisol.”

“Alright.” I can do this. “Whenever you’re-”

He didn’t wait for you to finish, launching directly into Diego’s lines. “Marisol, mi amor, you made it. I-”

His arms wound around you then, pulling you against his body and holding you there soundly. Oh. You felt your own arms wrapping around his middle as though it was an old habit. Oh, this… Oh.. is it my- You felt his hand flatten against your back and then spoke Marisol’s line. “Of course I came, Diego, but I can’t stay long.”

“I know. I’m sorry, I should not have asked you to come.” He pulled back then, releasing his hold on you. You dropped your arms, too, following his lead. But you were unprepared for the way that he followed through with your suggestion for the script, caught completely off guard as both of his large hands came up to frame your face. His eyes locked with yours and when they did you saw no signs of Diego in them - only Javi. “I just had to see you.” He added the line with a touch of urgency, brow furrowing and chest expanding as he leaned in and pressed his lips softly but surely to yours.

Your hands found their way back to his body, coming up to rest on his chest and against the side of his neck, and before you knew what was happening you were kissing him back. This is actually… This is happening. It didn’t linger or deepen, but you felt the way that things had changed in the matter of seconds when your lips brushed his, and when he pulled back you saw that it was the same for him. His eyes flicked down to where he’d just kissed you before coming back up to yours, his hands sliding down - one to your shoulder and the other further down your bicep - but staying on you.

“I think you are right,” he finally said with a small nod. He moved a step closer then, leaning forward to rest the curve of his forehead against yours. “I think that they should kiss.”

A tingling sensation had taken over your brain and left a slightly dazed smile on your lips. “I’m glad that you agree with my suggestion, Javi.”

The hand on your shoulder slid around to the back of your neck, thumb moving over your skin. “Do you think… that they should kiss again?”

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littleferal · 2 years

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Taking part in a writers' iron chef

To learn more about where the challenge came from, check out the original post. To find the challenge masterlist, head here.

To know more about taking part read on below the cut.

Picking your challenge A new challenge drops every other Friday at 9am GMT. Check in on the blog or check the challenge masterlist for the new challenge.

Alternatively, you can complete an old challenge by going through the challenge masterlist here. How you pick from there is up to you. Scroll until you find one that catches your eye, or perhaps pick a random number.

How does this work? Each challenge has a prompt. This could be a situation, a line or exchange of dialogue, or perhaps inspiration from a song or poem.

There may also be an additional prompt as part of the challenge. It is not essential that you work it into your piece - take it as further inspiration or perhaps an additional challenge.

See an example below:

[PROMPT] Slow Dancing [ADDITIONAL PROMPT] “Are you flirting with me?” + "You finally noticed?”

Perhaps the prompt immediately sparks an idea in your mind, perhaps it doesn't. If it does, great! Go onto the next part.

When a prompt doesn't immediately give you inspiration, don't worry about it too much. Sometimes writer's block is us blocking ourselves and we do need to give it a little push, but sometimes you've just exhausted all of your creativity. Be kind to yourself in this time. There is no rush on when you take on the challenge, and if your fears are people seeing it, know there is no pressure to share.

Doing the challenge Find yourself somewhere quiet to work and bring a timer of some sorts. You have a total of 1⁄2hr writing time and two optional 10 minutes: 10 minutes of prep time before and 10 minutes of editing time after. Set a timer and stick to it. The goal is not to finish something, it’s to start something and to challenge yourself to do this in a limited time. Run wild with your idea!!

Outlining and brainstorming can be done in the 10 minutes prep time. You do not have to take this prep time and you don’t have to use the full 10 minutes. However, if you choose to use it make sure you stick to the time limit and don't go over.

You must always work the prompt into the scene.

The additional prompt is not essential but a bonus if you can make it work.

If what you write has sections missing but you still want to share it, put what happens and is missing in [square brackets] on a separate line so everyone can follow along. And if you don't know where it was going, that's fine!

If it makes you feel more comfortable to post please take the timed 10 minutes after to edit. You don’t have to use the full 10 minutes but be sure to not go over it - we’re not looking for perfection. Otherwise share your writing as it is.

Posting the Challenge If you choose to post what you've written, please do the following:

Create your own post. It's far neater this way, then I can reblog your post to the blog and everyone can find it :)

Somewhere in your author notes, please include the prompt (and any additional prompts as necessary) and please add something to the effect of "completed for writers' iron chef 1"

Link back to the original challenge so if anyone is inspired to take part they can find all the information they need

Please be considerate to everyone and treat this as you would any other piece of writing you post - always include warnings as applicable

Please tag me! I want to hear about what you've written and then I can reblog it so everyone else can find it :)

Always use the tag "lissie's writers' iron chef" and then number your post with the challenge number e.g. "writers' iron chef 1" this way everyone can find completed challenges

If you have any further questions please don't hesitate to ask me!

#lissie's iron chef #writers' iron chef #lissie's writers' iron chef

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writersironchef · 2 years

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taking part in a writers’ iron chef

Picking your challenge A new challenge drops every other Friday at 9am GMT. Check in on the blog or check the challenge masterlist for the new challenge.

How does this work? Each challenge has a prompt. This could be a situation, a line or exchange of dialogue, or perhaps inspiration from a song or poem.

There may also be an additional prompt as part of the challenge. It is not essential that you work it into your piece - take it as further inspiration or perhaps an additional challenge.

See an example below:

[PROMPT] Slow Dancing [ADDITIONAL PROMPT] “Are you flirting with me?” + “You finally noticed?”

Perhaps the prompt immediately sparks an idea in your mind, perhaps it doesn’t. If it does, great! Go onto the next part.

When a prompt doesn’t immediately give you inspiration, don’t worry about it too much. Sometimes writer’s block is us blocking ourselves and we do need to give it a little push, but sometimes you’ve just exhausted all of your creativity. Be kind to yourself in this time. There is no rush on when you take on the challenge, and if your fears are people seeing it, know there is no pressure to share.

You must always work the prompt into the scene.

The additional prompt is not essential but a bonus if you can make it work.

Posting the Challenge If you choose to post what you’ve written, please do the following:

Create your own post. It’s far neater this way, then I can reblog your post to the blog and everyone can find it :)

Somewhere in your author notes, please include the prompt (and any additional prompts as necessary) and please add something to the effect of "completed for writers’ iron chef 1”

Link back to the original challenge so if anyone is inspired to take part they can find all the information they need

Please be considerate to everyone and treat this as you would any other piece of writing you post - always include warnings as applicable

Please tag me! I want to hear about what you’ve written and then I can reblog it so everyone else can find it :)

Always use the tag “lissie’s writers’ iron chef” and then number your post with the challenge number e.g. “writers’ iron chef 1” this way everyone can find completed challenges

If you have any further questions please don’t hesitate to ask me!

#how to

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abramsbooks · 2 years

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RECIPE: Toasty Cheese and Chile Jam Sandwiches (from Getaway by Renee Erickson)

You don’t have to do much to delight your guests—olives and chips go a long way—but if you want to step up from room-temperature snacks, ooey-gooey cheese toasties (grilled cheese to us Americans) is a great start. They are so simple and so generous. For a crowd, just lay them on a cutting board and cut into strips for everyone to dig in. In this version, chile jam adds sweet tanginess and heat. I also learned a tip from my co-writer Sara’s daughter, Adele, who at twelve is a prolific griller of cheese: Mayonnaise on the outside of the sandwich makes it easier to get a perfect crust.

Makes 2 sandwiches

¼ cup (60 ml) mayonnaise

¼ cup (55 g) softened unsalted butter

4 thick slices good sourdough bread

1/3 pound (150 g) sharp Cheddar cheese, coarsely grated

4 tablespoons (60 ml) Fresno chile jam or other hot pepper jelly

In a small bowl, combine the mayonnaise and butter. Heat a heavy iron skillet over high heat for 1 minute. Take two slices of bread and spread one side of each with the mayonnaise mixture. Place the slices, mayo side down, into the skillet and reduce the heat to medium. Distribute the cheese evenly between the two bread slices. Making sure to align the bread slices, cover one side of the remaining two slices with the chile jam. Lay jam side down on the cheese. Spread the top of the slices with the remaining mayonnaise mixture. Cook until the bottoms of the sandwiches are nicely toasted, about 4 minutes, and then carefully flip. Cover the pan, reduce the heat to low, and continue to cook until the bread is toasted and the cheese is melted, about 4 to 6 minutes. Cut into halves or slender pieces for sharing and serve right away.

From the Pacific Northwest’s most influential chef comes a collection of recipes for ultra-simple sophistication inspired by the world’s most delicious cuisines

Selected as the #1 Cookbook of 2021 (So Far) by Amazon Editors

Acclaimed chef, restaurateur, and artist Renee Erickson invites you on a culinary journey via her favorite places in the world—Rome, Paris, Normandy, Baja California, London, and her hometown, Seattle. Equally aspirational travelogue and practical guide to cooking at home, Getaway offers 120 recipes and 60 cocktail recipes for simple meals that evoke the dreamiest places and cuisines. From not-too-intricate cocktails and snacks to effortless entrées, these are the recipes that inspire Erickson and make for relaxed, convivial evenings, whether at home or abroad. Showcasing Erickson's appealing and high-style aesthetic and featuring gorgeous photography and hand-drawn illustrations, this book offers a richly visual survey of beautiful, easy ways to escape the everyday, with meals that you will want to eat every day.

For more information, click here.

#abramsbooks #abrams books #getaway #renee erickson #getaway cookbook #grilled cheese #fancy grilled cheese #entertaining #guests #recipe #free recipe

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lady-writes · 4 years

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Romance is amazing but lets go deeper

Yeah, yeah, yeah, immortal husbands and immortal wives. Please for you consideration:

Immortal shitstarters Andy and Nile

Immortal Trolls Nicky and Quynh

Immortal dumbasses Lykon and Booker

Immortal rabid socialists Nicky Booker and Nile

Immortal chaos generators Quyhn Joe and Lykon

Immortal saps Andy Joe and Booker

Immortal Party animals Quynh Joe and Nile

Immortal rage monsters Nicky and Andy

Immortal Book hoarders Booker joe and nile

Immortal football hooligans Booker Joe and Quynh

Immortal speed demons Andy and Booker

Immortal animal whisperers Quynh and Booker

Immortal accidental Disney Princesses Nile and Lykon and Joe

Immortal iron chefs Nicky and ANDY (how is the dominant headcanon that she cant cook??? Shes 6000??The baklava scene??? Can you imagine what that woman could do with a clay/brick oven or a barbeque???)

Immortal gambling addicts ... I mean all of them in Monaco/Vegas? A NIGHTMARE

Immortal accidental inspiration machines The entire guard cuz fuck you space opera fic where nile has become some kinda god of miracles for space travelers thanks to a PERFECTLY timed airlock incident is what we all deserve

FEEL FREE TO ADD ON.

FANDOM NEEDS MORE WHOLESOME SHENANIGANS.

NO AUS ARE NECESSARY WHEN YOUR TEAM ARE IMMORTAL FIXERS/SPYS/HUMANITARIAN WORKERS/WARRIORS

ANYTHING IS POSSIBLE

(THIS IS NOT INTENTED TO BE CRITICAL OF WRITERS/CREATORS. I am a simple untalented gremlin with a keyboard spitting ideas into the ether. You are all rockstars of creation. I will love whatever exists! These are merely my humble offerings.)

#the old guard #the old guard netflix #More non au slice of life shananigans!#andromache the scythian #quyhn #yusuf al kaysani #nicolo di genova #sebastien le livre #lykon #nile freeman #it's been almost 3 months and there is nowhere near enough monster/adventure of the week type fic #not every mission is a bloodbath #they definitely gotta have downtime

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tomorrowsdrama · 3 years

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2020: A Year in Thirst

In 1985, Gabriel Garcia Marquez gave the world Love in the Time of Cholera. In 2020 (er, I guess it’s now 2021), I give to you, Thirst in the Time of Covid-19 or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Embrace the Thirst, a brief recap of all the dramas I watched in 2020 and whether such dramas made yours truly parched..

The list contains dramas that premiered in 2020, but also dramas from previous years. If I watched it or attempted to watch it in 2020, it’s on the list.

EDIT: Ok, I’m going to have to do this in multiple parts because apparently I watched more dramas in 2020 than I remembered and talking about them all in one post would just be too long.

This also serves as a sort of greeting to all the people who recently followed me. I don’t know how or why, but thank you for being interested in my thirst, and also so sorry for everything you have/will witness here! I started this side blog last December 2019 as a place to dump all my fangirl feels and thirst with unbridled abandon and let’s just say, the thirst REALLY ramped up in 2020 during quarantine and all the political chaos/uncertainty. The state of the world may be uncertain, but my thirst will always be a comforting constant! LOL. If you want to thirst or fangirl/boy together, I’m all ears.

Anyway, let’s start with the drama that was partially the inspiration for this list.

1. The Wolf

Brief Summary: Sweet hot boy raised in the wilderness/by wolves meets sweet beautiful girl and they fall in love. Shitty evil people do shitty evil things to them to cause a misunderstanding and they are separated for years. Sweet hot boy is given the “Sexy Bloody Tormented Killer Makeover” TM and turns into a VERY VERY BAD HOT Wolf Man after being tortured/brainwashed by an evil asshole king who “adopted” him. Bad Hot Wolf Man reunites with sweet beautiful girl but because of third party machinations in the past, he thinks that she betrayed him so he is suuuuuuch an ass to her (while still maintaining hotness). But even beneath the asshattery (and sexy jerky smirks), he can’t help his love for her and it’s just *chefs kiss*. The angst, the pining, the mutual sacrifice for each other, the torment of wanting to be together but not being able to be together because of external forces/circustances, oh I am getting in a tizzy just thinking about it. I won’t reveal anymore so as not to spoil the drama, but just know the ending may destroy you.

Is she thirsty? Am I thirsty? AM I THIRSTY? Oh honey, if you don’t know the answer to that, then you must either be new here or you haven’t been paying attention to any of my posts in the past few weeks. Look, from the first moment the camera panned to Darren Wang’s very well-defined and tan chest and windswept hair, all semblance of shame and dignity I ever tried to feign on this tumblr was immediately thrown out the window. The feelings that he inspired within me were purely primal. My cavewoman ancestor from millennia ago stopped gathering food in the harsh wilderness for a brief second to transmigrate into my body and go “me want big strong man!”

I mean, below is literally our introduction to Wolf Boy. Am I supposed to just witness this and not feel anything? The director knew what he/she was doing. Anybody who worked on the drama who says they didn’t intend to exploit Darren Wang’s assets is a BOLD FACED LIAR. And this isn’t even Wolf boy in his hottest form.

That would be this:

Damn, your girl needs a moment here. When Wolf Boy turns into Bad Hot Wolf Man, wheeeeewww. The things that came out of my mouth and the thoughts that popped up into my head.

Examples of shameless fangirl drooling can be found here: https://tomorrowsdrama.tumblr.com/post/636986055498792960/dangermousie-this-should-be-illegal-i-mean Here: https://tomorrowsdrama.tumblr.com/post/637238885944033280/dangermousie-i-am-fucking-dead-the-end-this Here: https://tomorrowsdrama.tumblr.com/post/637793196830769152/dangermousie-wolfie-acquired-a-kid-omg Here: https://tomorrowsdrama.tumblr.com/post/635272988321775616/dangermousie-i-dont-know-about-you-guys-but and here: https://tomorrowsdrama.tumblr.com/post/637621638524977152/dangermousie-hnnnnnnnngh-i-am-beginning-to-forget

Honestly, just check out The Wolf tag on @dangermousie tumblr and you won’t be disappointed. Prepare to become obsessed, horny, and heartbroken.

Would I watch it minus the thirst traps? Have you ever thirsted so much that you couldn’t separate what reaction was hormonal and what was objective? Like the guy is so hot to you that when your friends ask you what do you like about him, the first 10 things you can think of are “he’s hot!” and then you try to remind yourself that you’re not a shallow person who actually cares about things other than looks but at the same time you can’t for the life of you think of a non-hot based trait that you like about the guy Yeah, that’s what happened here so sorry, I can’t give you an objective opinion. It’s not that there’s nothing objectively good about The Wolf, it’s just that my judgment is too clouded by Darren Wang’s abs and big hands. But from what I can tell by other people’s posts, even if you didn’t thirst for Darren Wang (Are you made of stone? But also, can you please teach me your magic so I can go back to being a semi-functional working woman?), The Wolf is still a very enjoyable drama with its own non-Darren Wang related merits.

2. My Beautiful Bride

Brief Summary: A drama about a strait-laced banker who wears a dorky backpack and rides a bicycle everywhere while wearing the dorkiest looking helmet ever and his beautiful bride-to-be whom he is hopelessly devoted to. This being a kdrama, and an OCN drama at that, things aren’t all what they appear to be. Yes, you read that right, an OCN. ROMANCE. DRAMA. Turns out the beautiful bride-to-be has a dangerous past that soon comes back to haunt her and she mysteriously disappears one day from strait-laced banker’s life in the typical kdrama way to protect him. Part of the reason she leaves him is also because she doesn’t want him to know about her past because she doesn’t think she’s good enough for him. Little does she know, he knows everything about her past and accepts it all. The only reason why he doesn’t bring it up is because he knows she doesn’t want him to know about that part of herself and he loves her so much he’s willing to do anything to make her happy. But also, another thing she doesn’t know is that underneath that boring but perfectly ironed suit, is a finely chiseled, super efficient fighting machine who did his mandatory military service in the special forces. He is like the terminator meets Liam Neeson’s character in Taken. He has a very particular set of skills and will stop at nothing to get his bride back.

Is she thirsty? Please just watch this video and you will have your answer: https://youtu.be/Ut9MhxWadHM

Prior to The Wolf, My Beautiful Bride was probably the most thirst-inducing drama I watched in 2020.

I mean, just look

at this

at all of this

I don’t’ know how Joo Young saw that body and never questioned whether he really was just a banker. The writers of the drama must be super heterosexual men who are blind because so many of the characters in the drama question why someone as beautiful as Joo Young would ever want to be with someone like the banker. Um..Um...aside from the fact that he is financially well off, treats her well, is loving and respectful of her, and prioritizes her over everything else, JUST LOOK AT HIM. I was so thirsty for Kim Mu Yeol in this role that I would accidentally tag this drama as My Beautiful Banker sometimes. The banker was on a relentless one-man mission to take back his bride and turn me on in the process and ooooooh boy was he successful on both fronts. He is seriously sex on legs every time he beats up a baddie in his quest to find answers about Joo Young’s whereabouts.

Would I watch it minus the thirst traps? I binged the first six episodes of this drama in one afternoon partly because of my thirst, but also partly because it’s a very well made crime-action-gangster drama. This is an OCN drama so you can expect a competently made production with well choreographed/bloody action scenes and a solid script.

3. Scarlet Heart Ryeo / Moon Lovers

Brief Summary: IU plays Hae Soo, a modern woman who is somehow transported back in time to the Goryeo period. There, she gets entangled with a group of royal princes. Her two main love interests are Wang So (played by Lee Jun Ki) and Wang Wook (played by Kang Ha Neul). The princes vie for the throne and some of them for Hae Soo’s affection. Lee Jun Ki does what he does best, which is play a sexy tortured deadly man who looks way too good with blood splattered on his face. Kang Ha Neul is the seemingly kind prince/daddy long legs character who turns out to be not so kind or daddy long leggy. Hae Soo is...well IU did the best she could with what she was given (which was a hot inconsistent mess).

Is she thirsty? Scarlet Heart Ryeo is like the honeypot of thirst traps. It’s essentially a reverse harem set up with a prince for everyone.

Like them young and cute? Then try the 10th prince, Wang Eun.

Want them big, tall, and kinda dumb? Here’s the 14th prince Wang Jung for ya.

Want an evil bastard with an affinity for guyliner? Try out 3rd prince Wang Yo.

Tall, slender, and scholarly? 13th prince Baek-ah will fill your needs.

Is a kind/gentle man who will ultimately disappoint you because he doesn’t show up when you need him most more your speed? Well, let me introduce you to 8th prince, Wang Wook.

Kinda scary but oh so hot and with a ton of baggage? We’re talking, I overpacked and brought 10 overstuffed large suitcases levels of baggage. 4th prince Wang So is the guy for you.

And if you prefer someone with no personality, presence, or memorable traits, I got a two-for-one deal for you in the crown prince Wang Mu and 9th prince Wang Won.

Would I watch it minus the thirst traps? There is political intrigue, scheming, romance, fluffy hijinks (my least favorite parts of the drama), angst, beautiful costumes, and pretty decent fight scenes. Scarlet Heart Ryeo is a pretty solid fusion/fantasy sageuk mostly thanks to Lee Jun Ki. The only person who has ever carried a larger load on his back is Atlas. I’m not saying all the other actors are horrendous. It’s just very clear that the one elevating the material beyond the inconsistencies/messiness/elementary politics of the script is Lee Jun Ki. Your enjoyment level of the drama will likely increase if you are a fan of any of the main actors.

#the wolf #darren wang #my beautiful bride #kim mu yeol #scarlet heart ryeo #moon lovers: scarlet heart ryeo #lee jun ki #kang ha neul #ji soo #cdrama #kdrama

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cassandraclare · 4 years

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characters and world-building

kkennnicolee said:I really find your work inspiring. When I find myself in a writer's block, my favorite book to re-read is Clockwork Princess. That passage about Tessa, Will and Jem? *Chefs kiss* What was your creative process for creating such a detailed world and well-rounded characters? I've done so many different outlines, I get lost in the process of it all and find it hard to actually translate it onto paper. 🖤

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Whee, writing questions. I enjoy them! OK, so, a couple of things: No one kind of writing process is going to work for everyone. It isn’t a one size fits all type of thing. You have to find out what works for you.

I can certainly talk a little about how I do things. I am a relentless outliner — as I’ve mentioned before, my outline for Chain of Iron is a horrifying 60,000 words. Part of that is that my publishing schedule necessitates that I write quickly, and outlining is one way to make that possible.

That said, I often notice that for a lot of people starting out writing, outlining is where they get bogged down. They fill notebooks with thousands of words about their characters and their world, and they wind up stuck in the process of making notes about character and world building without ever writing any actual story. It’s easy to wind up there because outlining can expand and expand, as can the process of adding endless details about your world (what kind of lamps do they use? Who’s on the money?) or magic system.

So you get lost in the maze, but the thing about a maze is that you find out whether its solvable by running someone through it. In this case, you find out if your characters work and your world works by writing story. Only actually writing your characters interacting with each other and the plot will present you with the questions you need answered. You may not need to know what’s on the money but you may (as I have had to do for Sword Catcher) need to learn a lot about how armies work, or unusual details about crocodiles. But you likely won’t know that starting out. Put your characters in situations that pull the best and worst out of them; that’s how you’ll get to know them.

Clockwork Angel had about six different beginnings I threw away before I figured out who these characters were and how they worked. But I never would have figured those things out without those starts. So don’t think But if I start writing and don’t use what I write, it will be wasted effort. That effort isn’t wasted; that effort teaches you what you need to know and therefore, where you’re going.

🖤

#writing #tid

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artemiseamoon · 1 year

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Is there a character you’d love to write but feel totally blocked on? And you don’t know why?

I’ll go

Poe Dameron

I want to write him soooooo bad. I have for years but I just - there is this wall and I don’t know how to break through it. I dabbled with a fic I have on hiatus but that’s it. And I know once I get the swing of it, I’ll enjoy it. I adore him so much. 😔

Look at him 😍

Let me write you! Come inspire me. You will be so well loved in my little writing corner💜

Part of me also thinks I might be over thinking it - maybe that’s why I’m stuck on him 🤔 maybe I should just free write without expectations and see what happens.

I did want to get back to the writers’ iron chef…maybe I can pick him for the next one.

#thoughts #random things

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obsessionoftheday · 3 years

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Finally getting to some of these tag games. September has been off to a busy start!!!

Thanks for the tag @jenniboo311!

1. Your favourite fic that you’ve written (or just one you want to give a shoutout to).

This one’s tough because there are a few I love for different reasons, but I think I will always have a special place in my heart for What Makes a Dad since it was my first fic that got a good amount of feedback and I was really proud of that. Also, ironically, How to be Spider-Man was one of my fics that got the least amount of feedback, but I had so much fun writing that one!

2. Your favourite fic title that you’ve come up with.

I’m horrible at naming fics! 😅 I remember being pretty proud of Identity [REDACTED]

3. How do you get inspiration to write?

Deadlines? 😂 No, seriously, it does help if I have pressure of some kind like an event or writing for a specific date. But, I find bouncing ideas around with friends (or even collabing with a friend) often bumps me out of any sort of writer’s block I may be having. Also, I tend to write a lot from life experiences, so if something happens and I go ‘this would make a good fic’, then I can usually write it pretty fast.

4. Your favourite genre/subgenre of fic to write.

I adore fluff! Emotional hurt/comfort with fluff at the end is *chef’s kiss*.

5. Do you have other hobbies?

I’ve picked up crocheting this year! Between that and writing it keeps me pretty busy. Otherwise, the usual, reading and music, and in a non-covid world, my favourite thing to do is travel.

6. A fun fact about you that a lot of people may not know.

I literally sat here for like 20 minutes trying to think of something I haven’t used before... I have a $20 bill that I memorized the serial number of when I was like 8 because I saw Muffy on Arthur do it, then I grew attached to the darn thing and couldn’t spend it. I just found that bill yesterday and it’s so old but I could still recite that serial number without looking! (and so could my brother when I told him I found it!)

7. Pick one character to self project onto, go!

These days it’s usually Peter Parker.

8. Favourite genre of music.

Musicals.

9. Your favourite singer/band.

Niall Horan is my #1 forever. It’s been 3 years since I’ve seen him in concert thanks to covid and I'm going through withdrawals

10. And finally, how has your experience in fandom been?

It’s been mostly pretty good! My current fandom especially has been full of love and support and I have made some pretty incredible friends. When I first started reading fics for this fandom I was so scared to comment because I was scared I didn’t know enough about the subject yet to make any sense, but I am so glad I started making the effort because it has introduced me to a whole new community of amazing people!

Tags: @wind-at-her-heels, @firstpagenovel, @zanderljones

#tag games #about me #my writing #i love these things

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prolix-yuy · 2 years

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Writers’ Iron Chef #6: The Bridge

[PROMPT] “Midnight, on the bridge. Come alone.”

[ADDITIONAL PROMPT] “I can’t stay long. I just had to see you.”

[TIME LIMIT] Optional, 10 minutes prep. time 30 minutes writing time Optional, 10 minutes editing time

Pairing: Jack “Whiskey” Daniels x F!Reader (from this previous Writers' Iron Chef)

Rating: T, language, light allusions to sexual acts.

Summary: An explanation is in order, and a promise.

Notes: Written for Writers’ Iron Chef Prompt 6.

Like I haven’t gotten enough of Whiskey over the last few weeks, I just wanted to come back to these two for a few minutes. Especially since the last time they spoke, Jack confessed that the coldness between them was for the sake of the mission, and how much he'd truly been feeling in that moment. This is the next time they see each other after that scene on the dance floor.

Song inspiration: “I’m With You” by Avril Lavigne.

The road is slick with rain, drips still splashing from the streetlight you’re keeping close by. The spray of water against your bare legs keeps you alert, arms folded around your middle and jacket collar turned up against the cool air.

Your communicator had crackled hours after the rush from the dance floor, pistols drawn and shots fired. The flash of the muzzle flare was all you could see of Jack’s grimace before he took off into the night, your heels and dress a hindrance for a chase. Gritting your teeth, both at your situation and at the last words shared between you and Jack, you radioed Ginger.

“Rendezvous at the hotel room. Jack’s got new mission directives. You’ll be coming back to base,” she relayed in your ear. The pause was longer than you meant before answering, “Affirmative.”

“It’s not you, just…” Ginger tried to placate, but you confirmed again and cut off the transmission. Another mission scooped up by the good ol’ boys. You and Ginger could relate most times, but tonight your emotions were too raw.

The trip to the hotel took no time at all, but you didn't want to be alone just yet. Not after you spent so long primping and preparing for this night. So you had a drink in the hotel bar, then another. You thought people might take notice, but it was dark and the clientele had their eyes on more easily attainable conquests. Your smoky gaze and resting “fuck off” face worked well for anonymity.

Reaching your hotel room, eager to peel out of the dress and heels that were pinching your feet, your comm burst to life. Tucking it into your ear, you tried and failed to get the keycard into the lock.

“Any update?” you murmured, which was met with heavy breaths. You stopped, waiting but no words came through. “Whiskey?”

“Midnight, on the bridge. Come alone.” The words were quick, punctuated by gasps before the line went dead. Your mouth twisted up in contemplation. It had just begun raining, and you were bone tired and likely too emotional to speak to the man who turned your world upside-down hours before.

But you weren’t a field agent because you balked at difficult conversations.

So now you’re waiting at the only footbridge in the glittering city. Standing at the center made your skin itch, too exposed. Benches and bus stops were too communal - come alone normally meant to meet at a place where you couldn’t be overheard. So the streetlight it is.

A figure crosses the bridge, and he’s barely in view before you know it’s Jack. Even without the cowboy hat, his swagger is recognizable for a hundred yards. You push off the pole, stepping into the center of the path to intercept him. He’s gotten his hands on a billowing overcoat - procured since you last saw him, the one he wore to the event still at the coat check - which flows around him like a specter, enlarging his presence. He doesn’t need more help in that department.

“Glad to see you safe,” you start to say, but he barely slows, hooking a hand into your elbow and dragging you to the buildings close by. A small alley, well lit but narrow, is where he maneuvers you, finally coming face to face once you've both appraised the hiding spot with scrutiny.

“Sorry for the cloak and daggers, darlin', I normally wouldn’t out of professional courtesy.” You roll your eyes at him, and it occurs to you how easily you slide back into your old banter. He takes a moment to scrub his hand over his mouth, card his fingers through his thick hair, and empty out a sigh.

“Tonight has not gone anywhere near according to plan,” he bemoans, and the sheepish look he gives you makes you quirk up a half smile.

“Sounds like it worked out well enough. Ginger says you’re on a new mission.” Trying to ignore the tweak of jealousy, you nod and clasp your hands together. The chill of the night begins to pull at your legs and bare hands, which Jack notices. Slower than you’ve seen him approach anything deadly, he reaches out his hands to take yours. He wraps your fingers into his warm palms, soothing his thumbs over the backs.

“Lucky catch. I saw an old friend, someone who knew me when I had another identity. We can use him to get close to the target,” he says, but the steady circles of his thumbs take up all of your attention. “They’re not sure how long I’ll be undercover for, so I need to say this now, darlin', or I’m sure you’ll be back to hating me when I return.”

You part your lips to say the first thing on your mind - I never hated you, Jack - but he rushes through the next part.

“I wanted to tell you what that night meant to me. I had coveted you for months before, wanting to make a move but almost positive you would send me packing with my tail between my legs for even asking. But then the mission brought us to that resort, and those gorgeous floral dresses you always wore, but underneath it all you were still the competent, confident, take-no-shit woman I was proud to call a partner. I could always count on you, and I hope you could count on me.”

You nodded, dazed, as he rushed on, occasionally checking for onlookers.

“And that night, I wanted to kiss you so badly I thought the need might kill me. Almost went for a dip in the ocean to cool off. Told myself to lay off, to back away and stop acting like a dog at the dinner table. But then you kissed me first…”

You remember. Sweet with pineapple and rum and a carefree smile.

“...and you whispered to me…”

Let’s stop pretending we don’t feel this, Jack.

“And I was a goner. Knew it from the moment I saw you, but knew I could never shake it once I had you on my lips.”

The admission chokes up your words, makes you dizzy with revelation.

“I can’t stay long. I just had to see you. I couldn’t leave without you knowing that the night we spent together is the first of many more I want to have with you. If you’ll have me after all this is done.”

The crash of your mouths together is the answer you give, frantic and laced with the silent chant of yes yes yes as he cups your head, pulling his arm around your waist and kissing you deeply. He parts his lips, a brief play of your tongues together like a promise, followed by a chaster kiss.

“I’ll make it up to you, darlin',” he breathes into your ear before swirling out of the alleyway and away. You gather your wits just long enough to call after him.

“You better.”

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radbutsafe · 3 years

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ALL FUCKIN 35 OF THEM SKLNWESDJFPXO

I SHOULDVE EXPECTED THIS FROM YOU

1. From one to five stars, how would you rate your writing? (No downplaying yourself!)

A three! I think I’m mid range cause I ain’t terrible but there is still shit I gotta improve and grow in my writing

2. Why do you write fanfiction?

to manifest what canon won’t give me and to write more! (though yes it is mainly about the smooching and the— I’ll stop there LOL)

3. What do you think makes your writing stand out from other works?

Hm! My weird research details? I’m that “fun fact, did you know...” in my fics sometimes LOL! I plan on giving a penthouse for erina in a fic and I went through penthouse listings in Japan for floor layouts and locations💀 my research gives me inspo and depth to stuff I think I lack in comparison to others sometimes.

4. Are there any writers that inspire you?

In terms of fellow fic writers, one of them I can’t name here but she’s an inspiration with her exceptional gift for prose period and her lovely skill at comedy! I want to be as funny as her when I write, I love her ironic situational humor. Other fic writers are @takoyakitenchou, @royaldragonsevgisi15 who I always love sharing ideas with and motivate me to create more! For non-fic writers it would be V.E. Schwab, Leigh Bardugo, Oda, and Horikoshi! The last two may be mangaka, however they are writers as well to create their stories! The depth these creators have given their worlds and interesting characters theyve given life to are all what I aspire to be like!

5. What’s the fic you’re most proud of?

so far uh?? hm everything I’m currently writing are wips lol!! im proud of my wip that has been nicknamed ‘soma panics’ that is a multi-chapter fic that spans like probs 20 plus chapters maybe

6. What element of writing do you find comes easily?

dialogue! it’s so much fun! and character thoughts. I’ve said to people I may be better suited for script writing

7. What element of writing do you struggle with most?

I think it’s description, of like setting and showing action. also an expansion of my vocabulary LOL

8. Which character(s) do you find easiest to write?

erina! I think it’s because canon has shown us many of her different faces and range of emotion.

9. Which character(s) do you find most difficult to write?

SOMA!! chill ass mofo whos more carefree compared to the common shonen protagonist! for other shokugeki characters I’m not sure just yet because I haven’t flexed my fingers enough for the rest of them.

10. What’s your favorite genre to write for?

I guess I should say romance cause that’s what I mostly write LOL!

11. Who or what do you find yourself writing about most?

sorina and I try to get them to smooch eventually KEK and yeah it’s..usually romantic fluff lmao

12. Tell us about a WIP you’re excited about.

HONESTLY ALL OF THEM but “soma panics” is my brain child

13. First fandom you ever wrote for?

pretty sure it’s digimon....

14. What’s your favorite fandom to write for?

currently shokugeki no soma!!!!

15. What’s the weirdest fandom you’ve ever written for?

uhhhh I guess SNS? LMAO fandoms...all have their quirks to them.

16. Any guilty pleasure trope(s)?

characters cuddling!!!! or getting the urge to smooch!!!!

17. A trope you’ll never, ever write for.

unrequited love GOOD FUCKIN BYEEEEEE

18. Wildest fic you’ve ever written?

I have plot ideas thst can be wild potentially but so far nothing fits this criteria so far that I actually have written.

19. Do you prefer canon-compliant, AUs, or something in-between?

depends on the fandom, but if written well, all of it!

20. Gen fic or shippy stuff?

shippy 100% like I said I like smoochin

21. Favorite pairing to write for? (platonic or romantic!)

romantic is...*drumroll* SORINA! platonic, soutaku and erina and alice!

22. Do you listen to anything while you write?

Sometimes! There are times songs will be on loop and times I just shuffle a playlist. and if I’m writing in random bursts it’ll be with no music but it really does depend lmao I think music is when I’m forcing myself to write?

23. Do you prefer prompts and challenges, or completely independent ideas?

completely independent ideas, I’ve realized in the past prompts shoot me in the foot often unless I luckily figure something out. but I’m often driven by my own sporadic self interest with shitty ping ponging attention

24. One-shots or multi-chaptered works?

multi-chap I guess cause I can post without being finished LOLLL but tbh can I really answer? I haven’t finished anything.....

25. Have you ever daydreamed about side adventures/spin-offs from your fic? Tell us about them!

I can’t answer this question imo because I haven’t finished a fic yet so technically stuff could all fit in the one fic?

26. Is there anything you’ve wanted to write, but you’ve been too scared to try?

MYSTERY AND CRIME! I love the genre and I have plot ideas once a blue moon but I can’t dive in because I want to make details that work and reduce plot holes where suspension of disbelief isn’t as needed. I need to study it more (I need to study all the details for any of my fics imo to be confident sometimes LOL)

27. What’s the nicest comment you’ve ever received?

I don’t think I can say one comment was the nicest because I’ve gotten comments that have given me quite the smiles to my face many times! I know this is a cop out but it’s true!

IS WHAT I WAS GONNA SAY UNTIL REINA SENT ME THE FOLLOWING ON DISCORD LIKE TWENTY MINS AGO:

and also rad. i am never this vocal about my emotions like EVER but this needs to be said your fics are obviously far from perfect, as are mine and everyone else's. but the thing about your works is that they're so well-sanded that it's impossible to find any rough edges or faults in them in terms of cohesion to a plot. your cast is never OOC and the amount of effort you devote to developing your takes on the characters as accurately as possible is unimaginably awe-inspiring.

BITCH I WANNA CRY 😭

28. How well do you handle criticism when it comes to your writing?

I’d like to believe I take it often well to try and improve because that’s always my goal. if someone is rude lol that’s not constructive snd is unhelpful. If I disagree with criticism I’ll explain why !

29. Have you ever gone outside of your comfort zone for a fic? How did it turn out?

Not yet, but I have some plot ideas I think will let me test this.

30. Tooth-rotting fluff or merciless angst?

F L U F F.

31. Do you have any OCs? Tell us about them!

elliott fuji, a japanese-american award winning photographer who is erina’s boyfriend in ‘soma panics’ which..causes soma’s panic LOL he’s 30 with slightly wavy black hair. I still haven’t pinpointed his personality just yet...he kind of humble brags for sure an artsy fucker and flirts maybe I’ll make him a lil shy though. he teaches sometimes, and becomes an adjunct photography professor in Tokyo so he can be with erina.

32. Summarize a random fic of yours in 10 words or less.

a cook is unfashionably late in realizing his feelings.

33. Is there anything you wish your audience knew about your writing or writing process?

I am a slow. so slow. motivation who is she? I also write out of order, unfortunately a bit too often.

34. Copy and paste an excerpt you’re particularly fond of.

this should be for the fic ‘soma panics’ it’s either megumi or satoshi talkin to him rn, I’m leaning towards satoshi

“You thought she would always wait for you, didn’t you Soma-kun? To always welcome you home.”

Soma drags his palms down his face and groans. He doesn’t like this at all. He doesn’t shy from confrontation but this is a whole different ballgame. Soma doesn’t play any ball.

“I guess..?” Is his reply, because he thinks he isn’t sure how to answer that.

“You guess?”

Just being questioned again is enough to crack Soma’s pathetic facade as if it was dropped chinaware and he lets out the longest sigh.

“No.”

Coming home means coming home to Nakiri Erina too.

Nakiri Erina is his forever.

this is @takoyakitenchou’s excerpt she’s most proud of that I’ve written, which is also from you guessed it, the long fic soma panics

SOMA: I am, I mean I will be, I swear I will always come home to you, not spend as much time abroad, once I’m done with work I’ll come right back. I’ll make sure to message you. Nakiri, I’m in love you with you. Maybe for a really long time. You know how I say I dedicate my food to you? My dad—my dad said that the key to become a good chef is to find someone to dedicate your cooking to. A special someone. For my dad it was my mom, you know? For me it’s...

(this is a good piece of dialogue tbh so I am also proud of this)

35. Ramble about any fic-related thing you want!

I’ve mentioned it throughout this but the WIP I’ve nicknamed ‘soma panics’ is something I’m super excited to write, but it’s going on slowly...and almost completely out of order. out of all of my writing it showed off that particular habit of mine, along with “what is this, a shoujo manga?!” though the latter is currently being written chronologically now that I’ve posted chapter one and is pretty solid in direction. it was originally supposed to be a one shot but I got impatient and wanted to post at least something for the sorina / soueri fandom.

however, because ‘soma panics’ (I won’t call it that LOL) is my baby I want to keep true to my rule of refusing to post it until I have a draft of the entire fic finished and I’m satisfied with the main points pretty much. due to my writing out of order, I’m worried I’ll change my mind about scenes or want to reflect things in earlier chapters for later ones etc etc

I joined the SnS fandom extremely late, as season five was airing. I was a fan of the manga five years ago and dropped it because I forgot to check for updates when I caught up 😔 I really want to bang out the different fics and aus for sorina that I have before the fandom fizzles out entirely but tbh I’m writing for myself, I’m manifesting what I want to see and I’ll just share it with all my friends to read if no one else will. cause I’m slow broski I dunno what writing fast even is like LMAO I do really want to write faster though, so I can contribute more and let the words free from the discord dms....

#ask meme #ask rad shit #writing #writing by rad #fanfic #reina girl u put me thru it I swear lol #thank u for sending!!#ur amazing!!!!

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First Watch

Writers’ Iron Chef #8

A/N: Thank you so much to @littleferal for putting together this prompt challenge! I’m not going to lie - I had other plans for this one (several other plans, actually, and I might still write one or two of the others...) but once that teaser dropped, all of my other ideas took a back seat and this one came sprinting to the forefront. This can be read as prequel to the Survivor Blues timeline, but it can absolutely also be standalone.

Word Count: 1,585

Warnings: mention of guns, discussion of violence, explosions, brief mention of sex

Summary: Nothing ever goes according to plan.

Prompt: Accidentally falling asleep together

They hadn’t planned on spending the night outside the walls. It was just supposed to be a day trip - a monthly meet up with Bill for supplies that were in high demand. Sometimes plans changed, though.

And he hated when they did.

Tess and Joel had run the route so many times they could do it in their sleep. They’d perfected the art of interacting with the soldiers at the border, cycling through sets of paperwork as needed so that their IDs wouldn’t be flagged, always having an alibi on hand for why they were traveling through a certain part of the city. They would rotate through the checkpoints so that their trails couldn’t be traced for suspicious patterns of movement, and then use the closest hidden exit that would take them beyond the towering concrete barrier keeping the Infected out and the citizens of the Boston QZ in.

It did neither of those things perfectly. People still snuck out. Cordyceps still crept in.

There were exploitable weaknesses, and with a dwindling number of trained and well-equipped soldiers to shore them up, it was more than just the smugglers and the stray runners that sought to take advantage. Marlene and the Fireflies had been active again, hitting checkpoints and holding up rations trucks, capturing guardsmen and taking their weapons. If he wasn’t so inclined to despise her and the foolish fantasies she spun about revolution and finding a cure, Joel would admire her level of commitment and her ability to inspire others - like his brother - to follow her.

But just as they’d gotten through the gates at checkpoint 5, explosions rang through the already crumbling streets in a coordinated bombing of three other checkpoints. It was the largest scale that Marlene’s militia had ever attacked on, and though it made the rest of their journey out of the city easier, the commotion drawing all of the on-duty soldiers away from their regular posts and into the fray, it was going to make getting back in more difficult.

Leave it to the damn Fireflies.

They were good at disrupting things. Good at killing. Good at taking things temporarily into their own hands. But once the skirmishes had settled and the corpses were counted and cleaned up, the army would be on high alert for any unplanned comings or going. There would be fewer weaknesses in the wall because there would be lookouts stationed every hundred yards or so. It would be safer to wait it out on the other side, let a day pass to diffuse the tension and slip back unnoticed the following evening under the cover of twilight.

“Looks like we’re camping out under the stars tonight, Joel.” Tess smirked at him from over her shoulder as they picked their way through the overgrowth, the sounds of chaos fading from earshot.

“Yeah,” he sighed and adjusted the straps on his backpack. “Guess so.”

She clicked her tongue. “Oh, come on. Is spending time with me really that bad?”

It wasn’t. Since Tommy left, Tess had been the only person Joel had allowed himself to trust. “You know that ain’t it, Tess. I just wanna get this done and get back in one piece.”

“And we will.” She winked, pulling back some wire fencing and cocking her head to indicate that he should walk through. “Just as soon as those boys calm down enough to put their guns away.”

That’ll be the day.

They hadn’t run into any trouble on the way out, and the handoff with Bill had gone smoothly. It always did. Bill was all business. With him there were no negotiations, no haggling. The man was a combination of paranoia and aggression, which meant that he never allowed Joel and Tess to set foot in his territory, so he always arranged for the meeting place to be somewhere close to midway between the town he’d claimed and the outskirts of Boston. It was a good deal, even if it was a pain in the ass to meet him in the middle of nowhere. He got what he wanted from Joel and Tess - ammo that they’d stolen from the military, usually - and in turn he handed over medication and other in-demand items that often ran short in the city. The dealings were always wrapped by deciding on the date and location of their next meetup, and then the man would disappear, covering his own tracks behind him.

It all went that way this time, too, but as they headed back towards the city to find a suitable place to wait out the shitstorm of bullets and bombs, they stumbled upon a herd of infected migrating aimlessly through the weedy streets. Dealing with a runner or clicker from time to time wasn’t anything that either of them were unfamiliar with, and they fought well in tandem, something almost choreographic in the way that they worked to dispatch their attackers and protect one another. But after killing nearly twenty of the things with nothing but their fists and a pair of baseball bats so as not to draw any unwanted attention with gunfire, they were dead tired. Both of them.

Still, they needed to find a safe place to lay low for a while, and by the time they did that the sky had darkened and night had fallen. An old shed with half of one wall and a portion of the roof torn off turned out to be their best bet, and as the two of them eased their tired bodies down onto the ground Tess spoke. “Not too shabby, hmm Texas?” Hardly covering a yawn, she insisted on taking the first watch. “Get some shut eye, I’ll wake you up in a few hours and we can switch.”

Joel knew better than to argue with her, even when she was exhausted, and especially when she knew that he was just as exhausted himself. “Yes, ma’am,” he responded, the formality only mildly sarcastic. He closed his eyes and let himself sink, let all of his muscles go lax and loose as he focused on the sound of cicadas in the distance and Tess’ breathing right beside him, and within a matter of minutes sleep had come to take him under.

He wasn’t sure how much time had passed when the sound of a twig snapping startled him awake, eyes flying open. Holding his breath, he listened for any other signs that someone - or something - was close, but after a full thirty count there was nothing.

Must’ve been an animal, or-

His train of thought was derailed when he glanced down to find Tess slumped against him, her head resting on his shoulder.

Shit.

What was worse was that in sleep his arm had wound around her.

God damnit, Tess.

She liked to joke about the two of them acting like an old, ornery couple, bickering like they’d been married for years. Maybe in another life they would have been. But this wasn’t another life, it was the only one that they had and it was broken, dangerous. In an alternate version of their story - in the past, maybe, before the world went to shit and before his heart had known nothing but loss - the simple act of accidentally falling asleep on his shoulder would have meant something soft and safe. An unwillingness to separate and end the night, a silent and subtle shift between the two of them that meant that things had grown. Innocent. Sweet, even.

But now? Falling asleep without meaning to could be disastrous. It could be the difference between life and death. It could mean both of them being ambushed at their most vulnerable.

I should’ve insisted. I should have-

She inhaled through her nose and shuffled closer to his side and though he knew he should wake her, Joel simply stared. If he woke her now, she’d know what she’d done and he didn’t want to hang guilt on her shoulders.

Nothin’ happened, we’re fine.

More than that though, he didn’t want her to wake up to him holding her the way he was. Their relationship had never really gone beyond sex. They used it as a way to blow off steam, and it was beneficial for both of them. Their natural chemistry didn’t end with fighting and smuggling. They were good together in bed, too. But it was always a means to an end. There was never anything sentimental or emotional either during the act or after, and even though they were both still clothed and covered in a day’s worth of dirt, sweat and who the fuck knew what else, the way that his arm curved around her waist and the way that she fit against his side were far more intimate than they’d ever been with each other while they were awake.

Retracting his arm carefully, Joel waited until she moved away on her own, a small sigh falling from her lips as she twisted in her sleep, and then he closed his eyes again and let out a sound that might have been a snore or a grunt. Eyes still shut, he waited until he heard her hiss out a shit and a fuck, and then her hands were on his shoulder giving him a small shake.

“Wake up, Joel. I fucked up. Fell asleep. I’m sorry, I-”

“Well, shit, Tess,” he frowned, blinking at her, far more awake than he was pretending to be. “That’s the last time I let you take first watch.”

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