#please please please write more fanfiction with these two I swear I've read everything I could find PLEASE-

[junipers-insects]

Held

[raccoonfallsharder]

When I saw the first guardians film in middle school, my love of our favorite raccoon began. Finding a community of Rocket lovers after keeping it silently inside for so long is special (in a way I can't articulate without sounding goofy bc it's an anthropomorphic raccoon we're talking about here). I graduate from college this weekend and want to thank you for your stories getting me through hard times and motivationless days. It's given me a knew way to enjoy the movies I've watched so many times :) What was the media that got you super into Rocket and inspired your fiction writing? Much love!!

first and foremost, i want to congratulate you. school is not easy, and i swear it gets harder and feels more high-pressure/high-stakes every year. i hope that your time at college has given you more learning experiences than all-nighters, more opportunities than stressors, and more joy than hardship. and i hope that you are able to take everything you’ve earned and enjoy your freedom from university surrounded by good people, with plenty of time and resources to do the things you love. if you haven’t yet, please take time to sit and breathe and really soak up the fact that you did this. be proud of yourself. you fucken deserve it.

secondly, i read this while walking to the parking garage at 11pm after helping at an event for my college students (i work at a university) and i had to sit in my car and wait till i stopped tearing up so i could drive home. this truly made me so happy and im so glad my silly stories made things even just a little easier for you. ♡

so, my falling in love with rocket was a process. (cue me narrating this for three paragraphs like a schoolgirl with her first crush)

when we first saw rocket’s back in gotg1 i was like, oh. he’s in so much pain. between that + his fucken sarcasm, i complained afterward that the movie would’ve been so much better if he was the main character (lol). i started lazily dabbling in comics content then. i hadn’t been big into marvel comics before (more of a dc/image comics kid) but rocket and groot were becoming my faves. i loved gotg2. so much more focus on rocket, and yondu’s arc had me bawling like a baby. gotg2 made me like gotg1 more, which is part of how i judge the quality of a narrative series tbh (and why i think series are so hard to make). when the first gotg3 trailer came out and it was clear this was rocket’s story, i was obsessed. i didnt watch any additional trailers or read any more comics — rare for me. i wanted to go in completely blank. then i went back to the theatre to rewatch it three additional times (i have never before gone to see a movie more than once in the theatre). i was like… almost bursting with love for this stupid raccoon at this point.

then i got around to reading his grounded comic arc, and it was like — the dam burst. i hadn’t written fanfiction since 2017ish, and hadn’t been on tumblr since 2016, but i was like — i have to write about this fucken raccoon. i need to take care of him lol.

so when you ask what media - i guess all of it? in increments? because of course now ive watched most of his various cartoon incarnations, read probably 70% of the comics content, halfway through a stream of the 2021 game, have one of the novels (sitting on the tbr pile) and frankly the love just continues to grow.

now that ive taken up thirty-two years of your life, i just want to say im so glad you found this fandom and this community. he may be an anthropomorphic raccoon but he’s meaningful to people, in so many ways. im so very very glad that he could be that for you, and that you’re here.

congrats again, nonnie. i hope post-graduation life rewards you with supportive people who love and understand you, with joyful new experiences, good health, and everything you need to live happily and fully.

[fkinavocado]

i just reread chap 25 of DI and i just wanna say dreea this is my comfort story.attention to every detail,dysfunctional family,not a saviour lover,but a supportive lover,how support and love can save people ,such a lovely love, such a monumetal but a the same time simple but beautiful love story ,it healed me,it made me believe that someday i can have this too no matter how damaged i am and how damaged the other person is ,there is someone out there that will love me through everything , you reminded me of it and i can't thank you enough for that, but i just saw people's reaction to it recently in your blog and it truly breaks my heart cause i see so much of a person's emotions poured into it so whoever wrote al those criticism,remember that dreea wrote a very realistic story with trauma and sensitive issues ,she never said it was a fairytale,the way she's writng it ,thats how life is and when ur critisizing it you are ignoring that a lot of the emotions ,incidents,things that are happening in the story ,how the story is going could be reimaginations of the author's real life emotions,(maybe),but when your reading a realistic fiction/fanfiction you should know that nothing ends like a fairytale and when ur asking the writer to stop at somewhere when they put so much of themselves into the story ,its no longer feedback or criticism its just something very wrong.you're not only taking away a writers will to write but also invalidating the writer's heart that she poured into it thus ignoring her feeling AND also the feeling of the readers that relate to it.this might be a new perspective but a perspective nonetheless so please think hard before coming here and criticising cuz at the end of day an app like tumblr,and things like fanfiction ,writing /reading is for escapism people come here as an escape ,away from all the criticism not to drown more in it we have enough critics out there as it is let's not bring em here too how about that!

but alas could go on forever about this but im just gonna say dreea pls whater you do with DI i want you to do what you would've done initially ,what your heart wanted initially, not what others want because remember we,the ogs, loved the DI that you created from your heart not the one you will make just to satiate other's expecations of you.DI is your most lovely baby.i love you and i'll wait for you however long it takes for your heart to beat like it used to for DI again.love you soo much!!XD

i'm literally crying reading this. i finally feel like someone GETS IT. i feel whole again after reading this. i swear to god. i've had other ppl reassure me and send me love for DI and encouragement, but you worded it perfectly and i just-- i don't know how to thank you. like, i swear it healed me.

everything you wrote is 1000% correct, that's exactly how i feel about everything. y'all don't understand how much this fic means to me... and how much it's been killing me to feel like i was being told their story was wrong, invalid, irrelevant etc. even if those exact words were not used, that's what it felt like.

it was my story to tell, and people were slapping their palms over my mouth telling me to quit it with that nonsense. they didn't want that. they wanted the fairytale and i wasn't delivering!

it made me upset. but mostly, it made me so sad. this was always a story about two broken people finding eachother and healing themselves by being together. and now it felt like people were mad at me for not having them be perfect all of a sudden. "there's always something wrong, something bad is always happening to them, problems from the past haven't been solved yet and others are already being created etcetc". like-- yeah. because just because you're healing and found your soulmate (because this is what i think they are) doesn't mean life is just gonna be hunky-dory from there on out. life is still gonna throw shit at them. the real challenge now is to face obstacles together and not let them ever set them apart ever again. to prove their growth through the lessons they've learned the hard way.

i just felt like nobody was getting what i wanted to do with the story.

again, i'm generalizing because i know so many others have been there for me too, and i thank them also and have been amazing supporting me all throughout and ever since that happened. i'm not taking away from the importance of their presence here at all- please don't misunderstand me! but i'm just saying- this particular person that wrote this ask put it into words perfectly and it all just clicked within me. like it finally feels right again...?

i'm still crying. i'm so happy.

thank you from the bottom of my heart for this. i don't know who you are... but i'm forever indebted to you for reaching out and telling me this. i really needed to heart it. i can now finally finish telling their story the way i always intended to!

i truly don't know how to better express what i'm feeling. i'm so grateful to you. and to all of you who have stuck around ❤️❤️❤️❤️ it means the world to me.

i'm going to pin this post to my blog cause this is what i'm most proud of- i've got lovely, big-hearted, like-minded people here that get me, that appreciate my work and this is the reason why i'm doing this in the first place!

all my love to you ❤️

[sohotthateveryonedied]

this isn't on the list but what are your biggest fanfiction pet peeves (that other authors do)

oh man we're about to get CONTROVERSIAL in here fghjkghj

generally bad writing

no capitalization and/or punctuation

no paragraph breaks

people who abandon fics yet mark them as completed simply because they're done writing them THAT'S NOT A COMPLETE FIC!!! WHY ARE YOU MARKING IT AS COMPLETE IF YOU JUST GAVE UP AND STOPPED WRITING!!!! DON'T TRICK ME INTO READING BECAUSE I ASSUME IT'S COMPLETED ONLY TO END UP WITH A BIG BOWL OF NOTHING!!!

people who make multi-chapter fics where every chapter is 400 words or less. literally unbearable

i once read a fic where this person put a big image of a stop sign at the beginning and end of every chapter and wrote this whole long paragraph about how you need to comment or else they wouldn't feel motivated enough to write a next chapter, and at the beginning of every chapter they were like "thanks to everyone who commented, though i did notice that it didn't match the amount of hits so i'm feeling disheartened now....woe is me...." and never in my life have i wanted to reach through a screen and attack a person more

typos in the title. if you can't even catch a typo in your title then i'm flat-out not reading the fic

fics where the author obviously wants to make a political message so they're very doing it through fictional characters and not even trying to make it sound natural or in-character

people who mash a million different fandoms together into one fic so it's 76564678 words long with 28380 chapters but only one or two of them is for the fandom you used the filters specifically to find

on that note, really any time people put a bunch of different oneshots and prompts into a single fic so every chapter is a completely different story but they just put them all together because it's part of the same event even though the series option is right there?? just make them separate fics please i'm begging you

reader-insert fics. they just weird me out

people who "start" a fic but the first chapter is just an author's note talking about how they're GOING to write this fic and haven't yet, but they're working on it, they swear. WHAT IS THE POINT OF THAT. WHO ARE YOU HELPING. JUST POST THE FIC WHEN YOU'VE ACTUALLY WRITTEN IT WHY ARE YOU POSTING IT WITH ALL THESE TAGS IF YOU HAVEN'T EVEN STARTED THE FIC YET

"fictional character we all know and love/oc" as before, it just weirds me the hell out

miraculous ladybug, danny phantom, and white collar. 'nuff said there

if you censor words in the middle of your fic ("r*pe" "unalive" "f*ck") you immediately sound eleven years old in my head and i will exit the fic faster than the speed of light

people who spell damian wayne as damien or damion or any other variation. this is a COMIC BOOK fandom. BOOK. with WORDS. you literally have to READ the name to even know the character exists or to experience the medium at all, how can you fuck something up that badly

"everything is the same except this character is actually the same person as this other character from a completely different fandom" (ex. everything is the same except dick grayson is also harry potter, hannah montana-style) one of the strangest genres i've ever encountered

fics with a length of like. 90 words. and yet the thing has a hundred tags. what is even the point of that. who wants that

[mystic-hunter]

I did it again! Another chapter of this little fanfiction of a fanfiction. Go read Rage Against the Calamity by @bugcatcherwill. It's been really fun reading the story and writing my own story. Little thing though. This chapter was going to be longer but it was getting to long. So I've already started work on a 3rd chapter.

I was the first to rouse myself awake.  This was not surprising.  I got out of my bedroll and put my doctor's mask back on.  My mind went to the rumors as I began my daily preparations.  It had been a few days before since the duelist had heard them and relayed that information to us.  This did not come as a shock to me.  Especially given the letter I had received that set me and my little group on this adventure.  But even before I should have seen the clues.  Accepted the facts.  The many autopsies I conducted on the monstrous creatures.  It made way too much sense now.  I was blinded by magic when I should have kept my eyes on science.  Well the past is the past.  Nothing to be done about it except reevaluate and retheorize.

But in my deep thoughts I failed to notice the other early riser of our group The Duelist was overlooking the northern cliff we camped out on.  He had his specially designed Hawkeye Binoculars on.

“Hello Duelist.  What do you see on our path today?”

“Ah Magpie I should have known you would be up.  But to answer your question… nothing.  We should reach the lab by this afternoon with any luck.”

“Good.  Well I believe everything is packed and ready to go when our other two allies awaken and pack their personal effects.”

And so we waited.  When everyone awoke and was ready we once again started to move across the yellow and orange trees of Akkala.  Soon I saw our goal at the top of the hill.  Ferrous broke into a sprint to get there faster.  As the rest of us ran to catch up we saw something interesting.  There was already a Sheikah at the door.  Lab equipment adorned his form.  He spoke in a questioning and stern tone, “What business do you all have to be in this little corner of the world?”

It is at this point I take out a letter emblazoned with the insignia of the Sheikah from my coat pocket.  I quickly push to the front of the group and hand the letter to the man, “You sent this letter to me Doctor Robbie.  You said you had something of great importance to discuss and could use my knowledge of anatomy.”

At the mention of the meeting and letter the man immediately softened his tone, “Ah you must be Magpie then?”

“That is correct.”

I was able to catch the looks of my comrades as we were ushered inside by Doctor Robbie.  They all had either confusion or anger plastered on them.  Only Ferrous was unreadable given the mask and hood they wore.  I could tell they wanted to ask questions but were rushed in too quickly to get words out.

Immediately We all were face to face with a whole small group of monsters.  A red bokoblin, a blue moblin, a green lizalfos.  I swore I even saw a glimpse of a hinox through the back window.  It was clear this was more than a simple house call like the letter I got insinuated.  Although there were two missing.  The wizzrobes I read about were missing from the little group.  Before I could linger on that any longer though, the lizalfos immediately ran up and greeted us with the butt of a spear in front of me, “Hello there!  My name is Zayl.  Who are you?”

The spear in my face immediately put some of my allies on alert.  Specifically Ferrous, who’s hand started crackling with a black lightning and Duelist, who had half drawn their rapier.  I simply hooked my arm around the spear and responded, “You may call me Doctor Magpie while I am here.”

Ferrous’ hand lowered but still crackled with energy as they spoke, “Magpie.  We have to talk.  First of all, what the fuck?!  Second, HOW!?”

“Please let us not swear so freely in the presence of patients.  To answer both your questions,” I took out the letter again, “I was called here by Doctor Robbie as he needed a professional anatomist and medical doctor to help him with some and I quote ‘unique’ patients.”

This time Duelist spoke, clearly upset, “Magpie I hope you know this was a complete breach in our trust of you.  You lied about why you wanted to come here.”

“I never lied.  I said I got a call to collaborate with a fellow doctor and was needed in North Eastern Akkala.  Where was the lie?”

Duelist simply grumbled as he turned to leave the building.  He will come around.  I know it.  I then turn my attention back to Zayl and the other monsters, “So I will be upfront about why I am here.  I was called by Doctor Robbie to do some medical check ups for all of you.”

They all seemed to be off put so I corrected my statement, “There will be no use of a scalpel or cutting open of you unless I find something truly wrong with you.  But I highly doubt that will be necessary considering my glancing diagnosis.”

Doctor Robbie cut me off as he got everyone's attention, “alright folks I think we should let the good Doctor do his job shall we?  So Doctor!  Who shall you look at first?”

“I think there is no better place to start than this one in front of me,” motioning to Zayl.

“Excellent.  Alright so you can use the little back room to do your work,” as he pointed to a small room in a small corner of the home.

Zayl spoke up clearly distressed, “Wait um when you said no cutting open were you serious?”

“Of course, I am a doctor not a tyrant.  My job is to heal.  Well let us have a look at you.  The rest of you.  Do not be afraid of my little posse.  They do not mean any harm,” and so I took Zayl into the little back room.  It was well lit and had a simple high seat for patients.  “Please sit up on here if you would not mind Zayl.”  It took its place on the seat, “You do not have to say but I am curious as to what happened to your tail,” I could tell by it grabbing its tail and cuddling it close that it did not like the topic, “Understood.  We will leave that question forgotten then.  Now open your mouth please.”  It did so without fuss.  I took a look inside and did my normal routine.  Even with the difference in species it wasn’t all that different in terms of health.  Slightly stained but clean sharp teeth made to hold fish after being grabbed by that long tongue.  “Okay.  Now please change your colors to your surroundings please,” again Zayl did so without fuss.  Its skin goes from the vibrant and slightly shiny green to a dull brick-like texture that matches perfectly if it were not for one eye trained on me and the other constantly zipping to other parts of the room.  It is stressed out.  I should wrap this up quickly.  “Alright.  One last thing and then you can take a break.  Please grab this with your tongue but do not swallow it,” as I threw an empty bottle up in the air, there was a flash of pink flesh and I saw the bottle dangling from Zayls tongue.  “Alright that should be about everything for now.  We will pick this back up when you are more comfortable.”  Zayl seems to let out a breath I did not even realize it was holding.  It quickly gathered itself and left the room.  This was going to be a challenge if Zayl was supposed to be the most outgoing. This was going to be much harder.

I also hope I wrote everyone well enough! I mentioned I got stuck on Zayl's cadence and speech pattern so I do hope I did good. I always did think it would feel uncomfortable in a doctors office given the tail thing.

[underthetree845]

ask game

😅✍🛒🛠💖👀🤗

Hello darling! Thank you for the ask (<3)

😅 (What's a story or scene you've created that you're a smidge embarrassed exists?)- God, um, I have this one x reader thing I wrote, and it was the very first piece of fanfiction I ever came up with. I wrote it in eighth grade (T-T). It wasn't super terrible and I didn't say "orbs" instead of eyes even once, I just kind of didn't know what I was doing. No planning took place, it was just a little forced, but I'm kind of proud of myself for just getting it out. It was an Armin/fem reader thing where they were going to a party dance thing and there was a confession. Kind of like a less evolved version of my recent masquerade fic, actually. I guess I enjoy writing dancing. I know I was young and everything but I'm so thankful that I hadn't figured out that I could actually post on fanfiction websites yet, I kept writing and thankfully (at least I believe/hope) that I got better. ✍ (Do you have a beta reader?)- I do not. I'm not against it or anything, I just don't. I do have this one friend that I send e v e r y t h i n g I write to though, albeit after it's published because she's not really an experienced writer (not that she's bad, just not the right person to ask for feedback). She's even read that dance fic I mentioned in the previous question.

🛒 (What are some common things you incorporate in your fics? Themes, feels, scenes, imagery, etc.)- Mutual pining is a big one for me 😭. Whether it's friends to lovers (which is what I mostly write), strangers to lovers, enemies, coworkers, etc. etc. there will always be mutual pining at some point. Even if one has had feelings for longer and I depict the growth of the other's feelings (which I find really interesting). Also- random- but I feel like hand holding/focus on hand touches is always a light thing I find myself wanting to incorporate. Not sure why.

🛠 (What tools/programs/apps do you use to write?)- I like to use google docs. It syncs to my phone too so I can write on the way to school or in public if I'm bored, stuff like that. Straight up writing in the tumblr drafts scares me, it's too easy to delete O.o. I oftentimes keep one doc for notes (if it's a longer fic) and write the fic separately. Fun fact though, when I started out, I was actually using the notes app on my phone. That didn't last long, but I still have my first few unpublished 8th grade fics on there.

💖 (What made you start writing?)- Okay so what made me REALIZE that I liked writing was my English classes in school. I've always been a bookworm- ever since I was a little kid- so it was amazing to me that I was able to create stories and show them to people in the same way real authors could. So middle school me loved doing creative writing assignments, I always went way over the wordcount, I loved reading books, etc. etc. Eventually I start getting into fandom, and through internet browsing, I come across fanfiction for the first time. I have to say, it kind of blew my mind. It's hard to explain that I never really stopped reading as much as I did in middle school and elementary school, I just read a lot more ~digital works by unpublished authors~ now (and I still do read books, I'm currently reading Mistborn by Brandon Sanderson and I love it). The rest I kind of already explained. I tried my hand at it for awhile in the notes app, eventually made an account, read, liked, etc., started posting, and the rest is history. :)

👀 (Tell me about an up and coming wip please!)- *Rubs hands together.* Okay, so: First of all, I'm ALMOST, almost I swear! I'm almost done with the next chapter for my ongoing fic. I'll probably post it sometime next weekend (I don't know if you follow it but there's that). I'm currently working on a Dazai oneshot with the pocky game (you know what that is, right?) And then someone sent me a jealous Chuuya request which I plan on completing after my other two wips since they won't take long.

🤗 (What advice would you give to new fanfic writers that are just getting started?)- EEEE! Okay okay!

Dear new writers, WE ARE SO HAPPY TO HAVE YOU HERE. Please don't be shy! Reach out, interact, share your work (if you want to) and there will be people who say hello back! Remember, don't compare yourself to other writers. We all started at some point. We all had a first post, we all make mistakes, we're all human. On that note, don't beat yourself up about making it perfect! Getting out a first draft is a great first step. It can include notes, errors, run on sentences, and that's fine because it's a draft! You do not have to be perfect, none of us are. Do not feel bad about not having the time to write, or even if you do have the time but lack the energy. Take care of yourself first always! Remember to have confidence in yourself. You created something that wasn't there before and put it out into the world and it's a story and it's yours and that is amazing in every aspect. Don't give up on yourself, take care of yourself, be kind to yourself, and you will slowly but surely find your place in the writers' community! <3

Thank you again for the asks! I hope all of you sleep well tonight. <33

[i-am-beckyu]

hello

have some questions about writing

just for you

do you prefer writing dialogue or description?

hardest character to write?

when did you start writing g/t?

did you write any type of fanfiction before you got into gt/mcyt g/t?

from the fics you've posted (and one's you're in the process of writing), which character would you like to meet? why?

what is the hardest part about writing for you?

do you write for yourself or people?

do you struggle with exposition? (ex. you have a really good scene idea but don't want to/can't write a fic to surround said scene)

what's your favorite size (in a g/t sense, not a font sense) to write? why?

i've asked before but i'll ask again, what font do you write in and what size? do you color the text?

do you like to have a set time to write or would you rather just do it when you have the time/when the time feels right?

if you do have a set time to write: when is it? do you do anything special to make the atmosphere more pleasing? is there anything that helps you get motivated to write? do you do writing exercises?

how often do you write? bi-daily, daily, weekly?

you can only write fluff or angst for the rest of your life, which do you choose?

do you worldbuild beforehand or just jump straight into writing?

okay there you are, sorry for a short list, i've got quite the list of assignments to get through for school dshgjfsdnf

answer them all, pick your favs, idm 🙃

ps. as always, take a brick. take two.

🧱🧱

Brick I swear, as I start to think of questions to ask you; you think of questions I wanna ask you and beat me to it >:/

Many answers under the cut :D

I also didn’t forget to post this nope

Do you prefer writing dialogue or description? I like writing dialogue, but have a bad habit of just wanting to write dialogue like a movie script and force descriptions into existence lol. Hardest character to write? Honestly? Like all of them. I know some of the lore as whole but not really how all characters act and think. I find writing c!tommy and c!wilbur the easiest because I like to read crimboi centred fics. So I know what I know from what I read.

when did you start writing g/t? Literally started actually writing a decent fic when I joined Tumblr and found the prompt I’m still writing. I think I may have one or two fics I tried writing as gt buried somewhere on usb’s from when I was still at school but I’m not sure but they’d be like 4 or 5 years old now.

did you write any type of fanfiction before you got into gt/mcyt g/t? 1. I have one fan fic. Not gt. Its a miraculous ladybug fic. Set in the future and I wrote it just after the end of season 1. It’s my lil baby and on my ipad. from the fics you've posted (and one's you're in the process of writing), which character would you like to meet? why? uhhhhhhhh sheesh hard one. Um probably Tommy from the fic I haven’t posted yet. I can’t explain why without spoilers, but I love him.

what is the hardest part about writing for you? Just having an actual plot and endings. Endings so damn hard qwq do you write for yourself or people? Myself. With everything I create, its for me. I do it for fun. Sometimes, if I get really inspired, I’ll create for others because I’m a gift giver and I like giving people things. But trying to create for others feels like I box myself in and am forced to create which I just can’t handle.

do you struggle with exposition? (ex. you have a really good scene idea but don't want to/can't write a fic to surround said scene) MMmmm I used too, but then I found a thesaurus :D  That makes no sense

what's your favorite size (in a g/t sense, not a font sense) to write? why? I think writing being small. Like the feeling of something massive in front of you and the daunting feelins that come with it. Lots of fun!

i've asked before but i'll ask again, what font do you write in and what size? do you color the text? Arial, size 11 and all black. I like to highlight points that need work when editing tho.

do you like to have a set time to write or would you rather just do it when you have the time/when the time feels right? Just write whenever. As I said when it comes to writing for people, time frames feel to constricting. I just do what feels right. if you do have a set time to write: when is it? do you do anything special to make the atmosphere more pleasing? is there anything that helps you get motivated to write? do you do writing exercises? no, music I guess, not really motivation just hits and we go zooooom, nope :3

how often do you write? bi-daily, daily, weekly? Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh next question.......

you can only write fluff or angst for the rest of your life.  which do you choose? Why would you make me choose T-T Fluff. I’d be sad if I never got happy endings. 

do you worldbuild beforehand or just jump straight into writing? Jump into it.

Thanks for the questions Brick!!!!!!! Always getting my brain ticking! Have some lollipops 🍭🍭🍭

[fiftyshadesofanxiety]

Welcome!

Welcome to my Room! Bungo stray dogs ,moral orel, and classical literature themed! There's a little bit of everything about me in here, it gets a little chaotic. I'm finally using my tumblr acc and im not sure where to start, so please do interact! C:

About the Author! Hey there! I go by she/her pronouns. General rudeness will not be tolerated and I expect civil discussions of all topics :). I am open to all ideas, including problematic content (once again, please ignore if I disturb you). Oh, and I really like the color green. Not sure how much importance that holds. Feel free to ask me anything, as long as you're respectful to others and yourself! <3 Short stories and fanfiction are my forte, and I do plan on sharing them here. I take writing requests if you are so kind to give me the privilege of allowing me to carry them out. I draw, sometimes. Although, im not exactly confident in my artistic capabilities, im sure that one day I might post them here ;"). You can also probably find my short drabbles on life here as well. I enjoy discussion on the issues underneath the skin of the world, philosophical arguments are always intriguing. I just ask that everyone be respectful. Currently im reading the Handmaid's tale, crime and punishment, titus andronicus, and the Body meets the score (not classical, but a great read for those that are interested in studying childhood trauma). I would love it if you were to give book recs! I am running out ;') ___________________________________________________________ Blog Rules! Just be respectful, if you disagree with something, that's ok! Dispute your opinion in a respectful manner. However, when it comes to fiction, if you don't like something, ignore it. Please. It gives creators so much more breathing space and freedom. I understand that people have differing ideas about what they believe to be right and wrong in fiction, all I ask is that you keep that kind of debate out of fiction in this blog. We should just spread love C: My Requests are open! Please feel free to ask me anything or if you want something written, I am also here. The only things that I will not write are: -ANYTHING encouraging or affirming homophobic, transphobic, or racist content. Please give me time to finish your request! :C I've been super busy of late and I cannot guarantee that I will get to it. I won't be able to get to all of them! -------------------------------------------------------------- Bungo Stray Dogs:

-Please talk to me about Dazai. Oh my god. I swear this man has taken over my life and he doesn't even exist. -I swear he could do anything to me and id count it as a blessing. ____________________________________________________

Moral Orel:

-Oh my god. -This show. -There's like two people in this fandom total, but that's ok. The characters are incredibly complex psychologically and I've taken a liking to it. If you want to spend five hours discussing them with me (you probably dont) THEN DO IT. -Or if you want to talk about nurse bendy. I love her. And everything about her. _________ oh yeah and if you want to talk about the psychological value of every spongebob episode to ever exist ig im here too but idk I think im the only person that does that -------------------------------

New blog as of 7/18/22! So please do interact!

[millennialgrandma]

December 2023 Wrap Up

Would you look at that! I got a wrap up post out a mere two days into the next month! (It is important I apply a large amount of self-praise here - the next post is the yearly wrap up post and it will require significantly heavier lifting).

Despite taking literally half the month off, I feel like I accomplished a shockingly small amount. A few quick fics at the start of the month, podfic participation, a flurry of holiday baking and shopping and decorating and wrapping, lots of family time, and then a few books in my post-Christmas COVID haze.

Things I Wrote

Since zero writerly words happened this month, I'm commandeering this section to talk about podficcing. I was lucky enough to lend my voice again this year to another Christmas podfic project. Twenty-four voices from around the world came together to bring The Call of Sweet Things to life, with a chapter released each day leading up to Christmas. It makes for a delightful way to experience the story, and you can find the podfic version here (original version and author linked below)!

Things I Read

This is quite honestly, the oddest assortment of reading. It's so me.

Fiction:

Boyfriend Material by Alexis Hall (estimated 136,000 words)

NonFiction:

Dead Wake: The Last Crossing of the Lusitania by Erik Larson (estimated 130,500 words)

The Moscow Rules by Antonio & Jonna Mendez (estimated 71,500 words)

Fanfiction:

Complete: (approx. 93.2k words)

a quick study by @whimsymanaged (firstprince + pez, E, 3k)

Aftercare by @whimsymanaged (firstprince, M, 2k)

the call of sweet things by @softlystarstruck (drarry, E, 88.2k)

WIPs: (approx. 3.9k words)

Five-Drink Henry by @whimsymanaged [NOW COMPLETE] - Chapter 6 (firstprince, E, 3.9k)

Things I'm Reading Heading into the New Year

Honestly, I've got more fucking fic to catch up on than there are hours in a year. Top priority is catching up on my ominously towering pile of WIPs. Then the goal is to catch up on everything my dear friends with all their big and powerful brains have been writing/have written over this past year. As well as, you know, continuing to delve into new fandoms (I WILL ATTEMPT MODERATION, I SWEAR IT. BUT I MAKE NO PROMISES). Please do not speak to me about the 12 new books I purchased in a moment (or three) of weakness right at the end of the year.

[digitalta]

Hi, just wanted to thank you endlessly for the Celestial Bodies and Anomalies series. I've been absolutely losing it with stress during finals and I am so god damn happy I stumbled across this. The richness and depth to the characterizations, story, environment, lore, plot, everything is so amazing. My eyes were burning but I couldn't stop reading and binge read everything. I now have renewed motivation to finish school as soon as possible to draw art for this. I can't wait for the finale!

I am back! I was away for a couple of weeks for vacation and I saw this ask on my phone but felt I should wait until I had access to a keyboard instead of two thumbs and chronic shivering in the arctic circle.

First- I truly hope your finals went well! For the first time in my academic history, I didn’t perform to passing standards in my academics (no sympathies for me please, I slacked off and stupidly presumed I could use false bravado when in fact, I could not) and now I have new appreciation and respect for individuals who try endlessly hard to perform well and simply can’t. New love for you all, and I endlessly encourage you to try your best and swear at the system for unfair grading standards.

I’m really happy you stumbled across my work! Celestial Bodies series is surprisingly not as popular as I thought it would be. The Naruto fandom seems pretty quiet with new stories. I had anticipated more traffic, not that I necessarily wanted it. I’ve had stories in the past gain an obscene amount of views very quickly and I love and cherish our secret little community. All of my readers and friends and now the family that has stayed with me from Celestial to Parallax is something I will always hold dear. You all are wonderful, and I love you all so much. I rarely ever remember the usernames of my readers, but now I look forward to each new comment and chapter because I recognize all the familiar “faces” (avatars) and ideas from each person.

Thank you so much! I spent so much time working on the idea of the story. I originally focused so much on the traditional fanfiction format and plotline that I started to loathe the idea of writing it. But then, I realized I didn’t have so much traffic and subsequently, would never get as much disapproval. I realized that with so few eyes on me I wasn’t being pressured by story expectations (as with other larger fandoms). I had more freedom to write what I wanted to, instead of the expectations of the viewers. 

So, Celestial Bodies and Anomalies is a journey in what I love to write, and my passion and ideology that I can share with all of you. I’ve mentioned it in a prior post on this tumblr, but I have an agnostic belief system that I’ve incorporated into Celestial Bodies and Anomalies, and it’s a beautiful experience to share it with you all.

Art! Ah! I’ve gotten into the habit of starting to doodle or visually add small notes of what things look like, it’s really helpful for writing descriptions for the work. I’ve ended up drawing some fanart of my own for Celestial and Parallax, I’ll link it right after this ask for you! On that note, I also have other concepts and pictures I’ve used as vague references for various points in the story, if you’d like to look at any of these concept boards, let me know! I like to use a lot of other fanart as well, so promoting other talented artists is a bonus!

I want to stress this- I will not delete my stories. Unless there is some sort of horrible disasters like AO3 getting a virus infection or something else, my work will never be deleted. I view everything I post a bit like a historical marker, even old stories I’m not proud of anymore. I may not enjoy them, but other people will and that alone is meaningful enough. 

So! Do not rush yourself! Binge if that is your preference for reading, but do not burn yourself out in haste to finish something that will never vanish. Take your time, take care of yourself, and take the breaks you need. If you have any questions at any point or would like to talk further, let me know! I am open and friendly! I’m just a person who tends to write very quickly and likes to chatter about gods and destroying ANBU uniforms.

Edit: here’s the art I’ve drawn!

The ANBU shirt disaster

Kurama chatting

Tsukuyomi the weasel-bastard herself

Original idea for Susanoo-Sturgeon from January

[bowieemeddow]

TRINITY. (Queen Fanfiction)

Part 1 // Runaway.

Summary: Margaret McCullugh comes to the realisation that her life is a total mess. After an argument she realises she’s had enough; she grabs her bags and runs away.

Note:Hi guys this is the first chapter of my new fanfiction. I’m not the best writer and this is my first time so please go easy on me; there will be grammar and spelling mistakes throughout this chapter. Feedback will be greatly appreciated 🙂

Warnings; Swearing, sexual assault, bad writing, slight Scottish slang (I’m from Scotland and I write the way I talk sorry 😉✌🏻)

Enjoy.

Thursday // May 1970

"I've never wanted to punch him in the face more in my life than at this point of time." I thought to myself as I glared at him across the dining table. Even from what felt like a mile away; I could still see that smug look on his Greg's face.

"Margret! Are you even listening to me?" I tore my focus from my bastard of a step father to my bastard of a mother. "You'll be meeting Thomas next thursday remember. To talk about arrangements."

Ah Thomas Russel. Son to a millionaire family; him being a successful doctor in the making at 22 and is apparently a distant relative of some foreign royal family (to be fair I wasn't listening to the shit leaving my mothers mouth)

The cherry on top of it all; I've never actually met the boy and I'm his fiancé.

"Poor Thomas." Gina; my younger sister mumbled under her breath while eating her dinner.

"Mind your own business you little shit!" I spat kicking her harshly under the table. Believe me I know this makes me look bad but I promise you I'm not a bad sister; I was actually excited when I found out I had another sibling on the way. I loved her even when she was a newborn. It was when she started talking; she turned into a sneaky little bully and mummy's favourite.

"That's enough don't you dare kick your sister again!" She snapped at me.

I cringed at my mothers comment; more because of the way she said it. Trying to act as posh as possible; trying to mask the natural Glaswegian accent she's had her whole life; the same thick apparently "rough" accent I also have yet Gina never developed it as bad as me, my dad had the rough accent and I was a daddy’s girl... before he left us.

"Why do I have to marry him. I didn't him pick him, hell I haven't even met him! Marrying me off to becoming nothing but a trophy wife? Fully dependable on my husband with a big empty house full of loads of children. Nothing to do except cooking and cleaning-"

"Can we please change the topic?! I don't feel like sending you upstairs again." My mum sighed

"Oh mother!" Gina exclaimed making me jump; her bloody voice goes right through me.

"This dinner is absolutely amazing!" I chuckled to myself quietly, Gina is so far up mums arse it's embarrassing.

"Thank you darling I made it myself."

Yeah right did she make this shit, she doesn't even know how to use the stove, it was the cook that made it. All of it is vegan since "meat is the reason why your acne is so bad and you've starting to lose that figure Margaret, you simply don't take proper care of yourself."

“Oh god I forgot! I was meant to take you bra shopping today.” Mum informed Gina

“But she’s only 13 mum. I never got my first bra till I was 15?” I argued, Gina got everything she wanted without having to even lift a finger.

“You should go with them Margaret. You wear too small a bra better go up a size sweets." He smirked away as he took a drink of his wine that's likely more expensive than everything I own.

At that point I was so pissed off I grabbed the closest thing to me which was a potato from my plate funnily enough and threw it at his head. If I wasn’t so pissed off I think would’ve found it difficult to keep a straight face.

Friday// May 1970

While sitting in period 7 English I thought back to last night.

After successfully hitting Greg's big head with a potato for his inappropriate comment about his step daughter's breasts; Mum took his side and got sent upstairs without eating anything for the rest of the night; not like I wanted to eat any of that shit anyway.

"God he's so cute!" The girl next to me squealed to her friends who were both in front of her; their chairs turned from their tables to form a circle that I was sadly apart of. I wasn friends with the three girls; Tracey, Yasmine and Gemma were the popular girls, the best housewives in the making.

I looked down at the newspaper which Tracey had in her hands, it was crumpled up due to her "fan girl" moment taking over her senses.

"The Gregory Special." The newspaper was called;

Only rich wankers read it.

"Thomas Russel is ready to settle down but who's the lucky girl?"

It said with a picture of the boy himself below it . Wasn't his best picture; he was probably flirting with some random girl in while the photo was being taken.

"So who is the bitch huh?" Gemma spat as Tracey read away at the newspaper trying to figure it out.

"YOU! Mrs Reynolds wants to see you in her office.” My English teacher shouted pointing at me it made the three girls jump back to their original spots as if they were actually listening to the lesson.

Shit what have I done now; I usually lose track at this point.

While putting my things in my bag I looked over at the three girls to see them scanning back through the newspaper frantically to find out who the "lucky woman" was.

I accidentally let out a chuckle of sympathy which caught their attention.

“I’m sorry, is there something you want to say?” Jemma snapped.

"Yeah I do actually since you three can't read for shit. Page 24." I sassed back and waited a moment.

"Margaret McCullugh? Who the bloody hell is that?!" I rolled my eyes at the stupidness.

"Margaret McCullugh. Now." My teacher shouted across the classroom which I nodded to standing up and grabbing my bag and coat with a grin on my face.

The three girls had their mouths wide open once they put two and two together; it was me.

"Bye girls." I whispered chuckling while leaving the classroom.

...

"Please tell me you are joking Miss McCullugh?" Mrs Reynolds pleaded with me

"What's wrong with what I want to do once I leave here?" I argued back.

"Your mother is a politician; she could bloody well be the prime minister in a several years time. How is she gonna get there with her child wanting to do.... textile design?" She gagged at the though of me becoming something that wasn't a doctor or lawyer.

"Why does it fucking matter anyway I can't even do what I want. My mums already set up my whole life." I argued back slouching in my seat with my arms crossed over my chest.

Fuck being ladylike.

"Ah your talking about your engagement with Thomas Russel. Your mother wants you to just be okay, she's worked hard for where she is right now and it was a risky thing she done to get there. She doesn't want you taking any risks when you go onto be a politician or a lawyer-"

"Or a textile design artist." I corrected for her not giving in to her manipulation.

"Margaret I know you okay. Through these past 6 years that you've been in this school you've been very strong willed and feministic attitude to social issues and topics."

"Damn right-"

"But I'm sorry to burst your bubble but this is a patriarchal society we are living in. Woman will not change society. Ever."

I was beyond pissed at this moment of time. I shot up off my seat and slammed down both my hands on her desk in order to shut her up.

"Fucking watch me then!”

...

Saturday // May // 1970

"Hey chickadee." Tana smiled as she came into one of the private rooms of the pub, she lifted my feet and plopped herself next to me in the booth then put my feet back down to they were resting on her lap.

"Hi." I said stretching slightly as I shut my notebook over immediately and set it down on the table.

Tana was probably one of my only friends at this point of time; the moment she turned 19 she was allowed to decorate her parents bar; to which she called me up and asked to borrow my creative mind for help. Before it was just an old looking bar where young ones likes to hang out; now it was a modern neon, rock music bar.

"Glam Rock" it was called and it was placed in a more poverty ridden area of Glasgow. If my mum found out I was here I'd get murdered.

Every Saturday night people from everywhere would come here and celebrate a new "generation" as they called it.

"This new rock generation is gonna grow everywhere. Where men dress like women and women dress like men. Completely and utterly flamboyant!" I remember Tana saying to me when I first came across this bar; it was a Saturday morning and she was getting ready for a party. I was here because I was trying to find the record shop since they sell limited editions for half off.

"We just need someone to spread Glam Rock to every corner of the world."

"HELLO EARTH TO MARGARET!" She shouted snapping her fingers in front of me.

"Huh?" I said snapping back to reality.

"I said were you writing something?" She said pointing to my notebook, I didn't answer yet again because I was too busy admiring what she was wearing.

"For fuck sake! Have you took something?" She laughed trying to get my attention again.

"Sorry, sorry just had a long day. Thinking about what kind of punishment I'll get this time once I make my way home." I chuckled

"Anyways what did you say again?"

"Writing songs... oh and you've also got your camera."

"When am I not writing songs or taking photos Tana?" I said sitting up to grab my vodka and lemonade and down it.

"That's very true. So, let's see what photos you took." She said as she pulled off her slip on heels so she could fold them in a basket.

I put down the two photos I took on the table.

"Have you got a pen." I asked her as she admired the photos.

"Umm.. yeah I think somewhere in they drawers." She said turning her head to the left to show me where it was.

"This bar does look fucking amazing, you have to admit it."

"It's because I decorated it Tana. I hate to toot my own horn here but I'm fucking brilliant at decorating." I laughed as I took one of the photos and wrote the location and date behind it; then done the same with the other.

"You're good at everything you do it does my head in." Tana complained with a groan as she ran her fingers through her black long curly hair.

"I'm not."

"You are. You can paint, you create these amazing clothes, you can play the piano like no one else. You're an amazing singer..." my smile dropped as I grabbed both the photos from Tana's grip and stuck them in my bra for safekeeping before sticking the the pen back in the drawer; the room was so silent you could hear a pin drop, or more like you could here me slamming the drawer shut.

"Maggie-"

"I'm not a singer." I said interrupting her.

"Correction, your mum says your not a singer. But frankly love, you're  the best singer I've ever heard. You should join a band."

"That'll never happen."

....

Sunday // May 1970

Walking up the driveway of my massive house barefoot with my heels in my hand, my make up and hair a mess I knew I was in for it.

I accidentally fell asleep at Tana's last night and now it's 8am in the morning.

I walked in the house and shut the door behind me.

"MARGARET BEATRIX MCCULLUGH!" I heard my mum screech as the sound of her heels became louder and louder.

"God don't say my middle name." I cringed with my face scrunched up; a massive migraine was starting to take its toll on me.

"Where were you?" She shrieked once again; I'm starting to see stars with how bad my freaking headache is. It's way to bright in this house.

"I'm sorry I fell asleep at Tana's I should've called you it's my mistake I won't let it happen again."

One thing to know about me; when I'm in the wrong I apologise.

One thing to know about my mum; she throws my apology right back in my face and calls me immature.

"TANAS!" She started to trail behind me as I clumsily made my way up the stairs to my bedroom door. Once I reached the door I got an overwhelming feeling that I was about to vomit so I stopped for a moment to calm myself down.

I leaned my forehead against the cool marble that the whole house was made from to cool myself down.

"WHAT HAVE I TOLD YOU! NO GOING TO ROCK GLAM, NO DRINKING, NO KISSING RANDOM GIRLS OR BOYS."

She caught a glimpse at my notebook; purple velvet and green floral exterior. She knew exactly what it was and snatched it from my hand.

"Hey!-"

"AND NO MAKING SONGS. NO SINGING SONGS I TOLD YOU NOT TO SING OR WRITE THEY DIRTY LYRICS."

I snatched the book from her and held it right to my chest. This book was my lyrics, my ideas, my thoughts, feeling. My whole life.

"ITS CALLED ROCK MUM! Get with the times, it's the Beatles that are popular now, not fucking hymns." I snapped as I walked into my room. Before I got the chance to shut the door over she was already invading my space.

"I don't give a shit what it's called. Stop it okay! That part of your life is over. It's time to grow up and face reality. You are engaged-"

"I'm not marrying him you can fuck right off." I looked at her through my full length mirror as she walked up to me. Her expensive heels clicking against my flooring as she walked closer to me.

"You're an ungrateful human being you know that. I found you a man; a millionaire who can take care of you for life you won't have to work a day in your life-"

"Yeah that's what I'll do, I'll go right ahead and marry a man I don't marry so that I'll birth all his kids and be his perfect dumb trophy wife for life. You worked hard to get where you are, why can't I work hard in something I wane you do. I don't need a man to do that." I said smothered in sarcasm making my mother roll her eyes.

"You and your bloody pride. Here's the real world Margaret; a woman's purpose main purpose in life is to get married and as the bible preached, have children. You'll never be anything different." She spat.

"You're going to the Russel's household on Thursday morning  for you to plan the wedding with your fiancé with a big bloody smile on your face you hear me?"

I chuckled softly as I walked up so our faces our almost touching; her Chanel No.5 tickling my nose.

"I'd love to see you try." I spat in her face. I suddenly gasped as her hand connected with my cheek forcing my face to the side as my cheek started to warm up almost instantly.

"I hate you, you're not my daughter you know! I should've aborted you when I had the chance you know that! If it killed me oh well, as long AS YOU WHERE NEVER BORN." She screamed in my face, she turned to leave my room to meet Greg leaning against the door frame.

"Are you okay Darling?" Greg asked my mum; his voice all sweet and soft making my scoff and roll my eyes.

She ignored him and left in anger.

"Would you get the fuck out of my room?!" I asked, his head snapped from watching my mum as she made her way down the landing and down the stairs to me.

"Seems you need to be put in your place a bit huh?" He asked as he walked up to me, so close to my face I could feel his breath hit my skin.

"I don't see the bad thing about being a trophy wife Sweets? You'd be a damn good one anyway."He chuckled as he looked at me up and down licking his lips. His hands were resting on my arse ready to give it a spank. A sudden spur of anger and confidence caused me to push him back.

"Touch me again and I swear I'll rip your tongue out."

"You don't have the guts." He simply said before leaving the room.

He's right I didn't have the guts, I didn't have the guts to go to the police and ruins my mother's career that she worked so hard for when it got out to the media that her husband is a child molester.

So Ive kept my mouth shut for years.

I feel hot years fill my eyes, I take a long deep breath in an attempt to calm myself down while looking up at the ceiling to try and stop the crying; I didn't want to give him the satisfaction.

That's when I found myself packing a suitcase, grabbing my passport, some money I had. A couple of outfits to keep me going two or three weeks.

I grabbed my notebook, my Polaroid camera and my box full of Polaroid's and squashed it all into one massive suitcase.

I had to leave the rest so I could move quickly.

___

An hour later my family left to go out for lunch without me. I sat at the window and watched them leave.

I watched them get smaller smaller until eventually I couldn't seem them at all.

I would never see them again.

I grabbed my suitcase, grabbed the keys to my mums car and fucked off out of there with the intention of never returning again.

_____

I just had to put Harry Styles in there somewhere.

Sorry not sorry 🤪😩