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bratshaws · 10 months

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through the hourglass 180. brb x oc

a/n: AAAAAAA IS THIS GOOD? I KINDA LIKED IT IDK AAAA(comments and reblogs are super welcome and encouraged!! they make my nights they really do<3)

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: guns?? explosions??? idk that type of thing?

goodness gracious (pls read this one to know more what this fic is about!!)

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Rooster had a ritual of his ever since he started flying. He rubbed his gloves against his palms for a few seconds, then closed his eyes, inhaled three times and turned on his heel to get ready. Now that he was with Beatrice, he started rubbing on his dog tags, more specifically on her ring still dangling from it, he rubbed against the written metal with enough force for the letters to imprint into his thumb.

He is rubbing it when he meets McAllister close to the fighter, the young pilot saluting him and Rooster nodding back, “Everything good?”

“Everything great sir,” there’s a bit of trepidation on his voice, even more than before, his feet trying to keep up with Bradley’s steps, “I-I,I think we are good to go.”

“Nice,” Rooster smirks, patting his shoulder and then pointing to the fighter jet, “Get your helmet, we leave in five.” McAllister left in a hurry, saluting him one last time before he did so .Rooster has his helmet in hand, something he did tell the younger recruits to do and they always forgot to bring, as he walks up to Maverick.

His uncle is looking away, beyond their vision stood the base and the secret opening, with his hands on his hips and his eyes covered by sunglasses. Rooster stands next to him, pursing his lips, “I don’t see how those are necessary.” he mutters, “Considering the weather is…well,” he points to the clouds covering the sky, “Not really sunny.”

“I like doing this so people don’t know where I’m looking at.”

“Alright, weird but makes sense.” he says, “Where are you looking at?”

“Them.” Maverick then turns his head to the only two pilots who will be part of this mission by themselves. Not because they were the best, even if some of them thought as much, but because Rooster wanted them to stay close in case they needed more back up, ‘Jaws and Raptor.” the two were friends, albeit Jaws seemed to think Raptor was beneath him because she was a woman.

Which didn’t fly good with Nat, hence why she refused to fly with him. Rooster turned his eyes to the two at the same time they stopped joking and laughing to meet his eyes, their smiles dropped and so did their heads as they slowly walked away from his view, “They know the plan.” he says, still keeping them in his vision, “Everyone does.”

“I know.”

“You sure you are okay here?’ Rooster nods to the floor, “On ground?”

“Well, my space was taken by McAllister.” his uncle jokes but then waves his hand, “Ah,I’m fine. Might be good for me, I wouldn’t mind sending you information every now and again.”

“Alright, if you say so.” Rooster looks down at his watch, then breathes out of his mouth, “It’s time.” he slides on his helmet but doesn’t buckle it under his chin yet, “I’ll get ready.” and his uncle follows when he wanders to the F-22 Raptor. A beast, if he could say so himself, but nothing he could handle.

McAllister skiddles onto a halt next to him, “Sir!” then turns to Maverick “C-Cpt. Mitchell! Sir!”

Rooster chuckled at his uncle’s exasperated look followed by the wave of his hand letting McAllister know he doesn’t have to do that every time, “McAllister, hop in.” the younger recruit nodded, vaulting himself into the jet and right behind Rooster’s seat. The lieutenant stays there for a few seconds, then turns to Maverick, “Keep me updated.”

“You know I will.” his nephew leaps inside the plane just like McAllister did, looking back only to see Maverick throwing him a thumbs up and a smile. Rooster closed his eyes briefly, then answered with a thumbs up of his own.

“You ready McAllister?”

“I am,sir!”

“Good.” he mutters, rubbing the ring under his suit then his wedding band under his glove, “Check up before we leave, hit me with it, co-pilot.”

Rooster settles into his seat, adjusting his helmet and securing the buckle under his chin. McAllister quickly goes through the pre-flight checklist- after Rooster heard a gentle surprised gasp once he referred to him as co-pilot -, checking the instruments and systems one by one.

"Fuel levels are good, sir," McAllister reports, his voice slightly muffled by his helmet. "No anomalies detected. Avionics are online, and all systems are green."

Rooster nods, his focus narrowing as he prepares himself mentally for the mission ahead. The weight of responsibility sits on his shoulders, and he rolls them as if trying to ease some of it before take off.

"Alright, McAllister," Rooster says, his voice calm and authoritative. "Let's run through the mission parameters one more time. Our objective is to end the enemy's activity in the designated airspace. We'll maintain a low-profile and avoid engagement unless absolutely necessary. Remember, our primary goal is get back safely."

McAllister nods, his eyes focused on the instrument panel in front of him. "Yes, sir. We'll fly at a designated altitude and speed, using our stealth capabilities to remain undetected. I'll keep a close eye on the radar and communication channels for any signs of trouble."

Rooster smiles, impressed by McAllister's professionalism and determination. "Good, that's what I like to hear. Communication is crucial, so make sure to relay any updates or potential threats immediately. We're a team up here, McAllister, remember to talk to the other pilots as well."

The young pilot straightens his posture, a mix of excitement and nerves evident in his expression. "Thank you, sir. I won't let you down."

Rooster's smile widens, a sense of pride swelling within him before he turns to check with the others, “Y’all heard that,right?”

“Yeah,yeah, we did.” Hangman says “We aren’t little duckies, Rooster.”

“I mean, considering you Hangman,” Payback adds,”You are a bit of a duck sometimes.”

“Rooster, please tell them to shut up.” Nat begs over the comm “I don’t want to hear Jake’s voice during this.”

“Hey!’

“Alright,kids,settle down.” Rooster watches as the cockpit whirrs into closing, “We are going up, hope y’all are ready.” there’s a few voices that add up and he knew it’s from the pilots…but he doesn’t hear from two, “Jaws and Raptor. I want to hear something.”

“We heard you sir.”

“Good, you know what to do.”

A sigh before Jaws spoke followed and Rooster’s brows furrowed, “Yes…stay behind.”

“No. Stay hidden. You’ll be in the air just like we all are…now get ready.” he does wait until the communication was cut short to roll his jaw with a frown, then shakes his head, “McAllister, before we go,”

“Yes,sir?”

“I want you to pay close attention to them as well.”

“Sir?”

Rooster’s eyes turn to the young recruit,. “They’ll be a bit far from us but you can see them in the radar. Let me know of anything unusual.” his gut was acting up as he speaks, he doesn’t know why he said that but he knows that there had to be a reason why his instinct was telling him to do that, “Anyway, ready?”

‘Yes sir!”

“Alright,” he smirks, adjusting himself on the seat, “Time to fly.”

With their final checks completed and the pre-flight communication exchanged, Rooster and McAllister prepare for takeoff. The F-22 Raptor hums with power beneath them as they taxi onto the runway, waiting for their turn to launch into the sky.

Rooster takes a deep breath, feeling the adrenaline coursing through his veins, stretching and clenching his fingers. The weight of the mission and the trust placed in his hands i is heavy, but he knows he's prepared for this moment. The familiar ritual of rubbing his gloves against his palms brings him a sense of focus and calm amidst the excitement.

As the aircraft approaches the runway's edge, Rooster glances over his shoulder to catch a glimpse of Maverick, who stands there with his hands on his hips, watching them. Maverick's sunglasses shield his eyes, but Rooster knows that his uncle is following each one of them out.

With a nod of reassurance to Maverick, Rooster turns his attention back to the task at hand. He adjusts his grip on the controls, feeling the familiar touch of the aircraft beneath his hands. Behind him, McAllister sits eager with determination, ready to prove himself in the skies.

"Here we go," Rooster says, his voice steady. "Hold on tight, McAllister."

With that, Rooster pushes the throttle forward, and the F-22 Raptor accelerates down the runway. The powerful engines propel them forward, and within moments, the wheels leave the ground, lifting them into the sky.

The world below them rapidly shrinks as they climb higher and higher, breaking through the layer of clouds that obscures the horizon. The blue expanse stretches out before them, a vast canvas where they will navigate the challenges of their mission.

Rooster's focus sharpens as he scans the instrument panel, ensuring everything is in order. “McAllister, talk to me.”

“All green sir!”McAllister's voice comes through the headset, “Nothing out of the ordinary!”

“Thank fuck.” As they ascend, Rooster catches sight of Jaws and Raptor in the distance, their aircraft maintaining a discreet position. They don’t see him looking, which is exactly what he planned, then he turns his gaze away, “Stalker 01, you hear me?”

“Loud and clear, Rooster.” Nat replies “We are nearing the position.”

“Good,Stalker 04?”

“Here.” Hangman says “Same as Nat.”

“Stalker 06?”

“Yep, still here.” Payback laughs “We are all ready, Rooster.”

He didn’t want to be nervous, but he couldn’t help it, it was part of this life after all, “Alright, we are going down, separate and meet me at the opening, give us a few minutes before flying in.” they all reply in agreement and Rooster sighs, “Alright, McAllister, radar.”

“Yes sir.”McAllister's eyes scan the radar screen, looking for any blips or signs of activity. The airspace appears clear for now, but they know that could change at any moment. The tension in the cockpit is palpable as they move, each second feeling longer than the last.

"Sir, radar shows no immediate threats," McAllister reports, his voice calm but focused. "There's no sign of enemy aircraft or surface-to-air missiles in the vicinity."

Rooster nods, his gaze fixed on the horizon. "Good. Keep monitoring the radar closely, McAllister. We can't afford to let anything slip by us." he closes his eyes in relief. They don’t see them. They are nearing the position and Rooster glances down towards the forest with his brows furrowed, “McAllister,look.”

The young pilot leans to the side a bit, looking out the cockpit, everything looks minuscule at that distance, “It’s a huge place,sir.”

“It is.” Rooster flicks his gaze to the controls then back down, “No weapons aimed though, they don’t see us at all.” and he sounds very proud of that then looks back to his left where he could see Phoenix’ jet flying idly "Prepare for the descent," Rooster says, his voice steady. "We'll be entering the opening shortly. Keep an eye on the instruments and follow my lead."

McAllister's grip tightens on the controls, mirroring Rooster's. The F-22 Raptor smoothly glides downward, descending towards the opening with calculated precision. The adrenaline surges through their veins as they navigate the narrow path “Steady.” Rooster says, firmly when he hears McAllister yelp, “Steady!”

The opening looms closer, and Rooster's heart pounds in his chest. This is the moment they've prepared for, the moment where their skills will be put to the test. He can't afford to make any mistakes, not when the mission's success hangs in the balance.

"Steady, McAllister," Rooster says, his voice calm but firm. "We're almost there.”

McAllister nods, his gaze fixed on the opening ahead. The tension in the cockpit is palpable as they pass through the entrance, “Oh,Jesus.” McAllister clenches his eyes briefly as the trees get almost too close for comfort.

Rooster keeps a steady hand on the controls, maneuvering the aircraft with precision as they navigate the narrow path. The branches barely brush against the wings, the wind as they fly by makes the trees bend with how strong it is. McAllister's knuckles turn white as he grips the controls, not moving a muscle, his eyes wide.

Rooster's voice cuts through the noise, grounding them both. "Stay focused, McAllister. We've trained for this."

“Y-Yes s-sir.”

With each passing second, the opening widens, and the trees begin to recede. The sunlight filters through the canopy, casting dappled shadows on the cockpit. Rooster's grip on the controls remains firm, his eyes fixed on the path ahead.

Finally, they burst out of the dense forest, breaking free into open airspace. The abrupt transition from the confined space to the vast sky is breathtaking. Rooster takes a moment to steady his breathing, feeling the rush of adrenaline slowly dissipate.

"Take a deep breath, McAllister," Rooster says, his voice steady but filled with an underlying sense of pride. "You did well. We made it." and the enemy didn’t even notice them, he smirks in triumph, “You good back there?”

McAllister lets out a shaky breath, a mixture of relief and excitement evident on his face. "Yes, sir. I-I am…W-We made it."

Rooster scans the area, ensuring they are clear of any immediate threats. The open sky stretches out before them, and he can see the other aircraft in the distance, all converging on their designated rendezvous point.

"Stalker team, this is Stalker 01," Rooster radios the others. "We've successfully entered the airspace. Maintain your positions and be ready to execute the mission."

"Copy that, Stalker 01," Nat's voice comes through the comm. "We're right behind you. Let's get this done."

‘Nice.” Rooster smirks, seeing the enemy base getting clearer, “...this peace won’t last long, so, Nat,if you could.”

“Why, gladly.”

There’s the zooming of the other jet flying below them, the sound of a siren in the distance as soon as Nat appeared into view followed by an explosion. It takes a few long, anxiety ridden minutes for her to reply “Weapon one is down!” she’s laughing “Nice work,Bulldog! That was great!” the younger pilot behind her appeared to say something back but he couldn’t hear “Flying off before they see me,Rooster!”

“Good, get out of there. Keep it up, Stalker team. We're making progress."

As they approach the enemy base, the tension in the cockpit rises once again. Rooster's focus intensifies as he assesses the situation, calculating the best course of action to neutralize the threat. He knows that every decision counts, and the lives of his team and the success of the mission depend on his judgment. They are higher than Nat was which provides a great view from the opposing forces scrambling around.

"McAllister, prepare for engagement," Rooster commands, his voice firm. "We're going in hot. Ready?"

"Yes, sir!" McAllister responds, his voice determined.

Rooster guides the F-22 Raptor towards the target, flying down so fast everything was a blur. The enemy base comes into full view, sprawling with structures and defenses. It's a daunting sight, but Rooster remains focused, focused on finishing this.

"All units, this is Stalker 01," Rooster announces over the comm. "Engage at will, but prioritize taking out enemy air defenses. Clear it up."

The sound of gunfire and explosions fills the air as the Stalker team begins their assault. Rooster maneuvers the F-22 Raptor, evading enemy fire while simultaneously targeting and neutralizing threats. McAllister handles the weapons systems with precision, following Rooster's lead flawlessly.

“Weapon 2 is down!” Hangman announces “There’s only one left,Rooster!”

“Thanks!” he shouts “Remind me to get your kid something nice because of that!”

“My boy needs some nice shoes,Rooster. I appreciate that!”

The Stalker team works in unison, their communication seamless and their coordination impeccable. Rooster's leadership shine through as he guides his team through the chaos, making split-second decisions that tip the scales in their favor.

"Enemy SAMs destroyed!" Payback reports, his voice filled with triumph. “Oh boy they got mad at that!”

"Great job, Stalker 06," Rooster acknowledges. "Keep pushing forward. We're making progress." Explosions erupt around the base, indicating the success of their attacks and cutting Rooster mid speech. "Stalker team, this is Rooster. Stay on target, and remember, we need to keep weapons down," Rooster says through the radio. "Don't let up, but be cautious."

Nat and the rest of the team acknowledge the command, and the coordination between the Stalker jets outstanding. Rooster and McAllister maintain their position and continue to engage any enemy threats that come their way.

The battle unfolds with precision, each pilot fulfilling their role flawlessly. Rooster's heart races with a mix of adrenaline and focus. The enemy base is now fully aware of their presence, and they are throwing everything they have at the Stalker team.

As they continue their maneuvers, Rooster keeps an eye on the radar, scanning for any enemy jets that might be trying to flank them. McAllister remains focused on communication, relaying any pertinent information to Rooster and coordinating with the rest of the team.

"McAllister, keep an eye on our fuel levels and ammunition," Rooster commands. "We don't want to be caught off guard. We might need to disengage and return to base for a refuel and rearm if this drags on." he flicks his eye to something else, something coming from under ground…

Another anti aircraft weapon, ‘...fuck.”

“Sir?”

“That one is ours!” he shouts, immediately changing trajectory towards the slowly rising gun, “We are going to shoot it down before it reaches full capacity!”

Rooster takes immediate action, banking sharply towards the emerging anti-aircraft weapon. He communicates his plan to the rest of the Stalker team, ensuring they are aware of the new threat and ready to provide support if needed.

"Stalker team, this is Rooster. We have an enemy anti-aircraft weapon emerging from the ground. I'm going in to take it out before it becomes operational. Cover me and be ready for any additional threats," Rooster commands through the radio. “Stalker 08!I need your position!” Jaws and Raptor don’t reply and he frowns, “Stalker 08!”

He doesn’t have time to keep talking, that thing was almost out.

“Like a fucking, ugly, iron baby.” he growls.Rooster's jet accelerates towards the weapon, his focus locked on the target. He maneuvers his aircraft with precision, evading enemy fire while closing in on the emerging weapon. It’s much bigger than what he planned but they managed to hit it once, eventually making the left side of it sink back down, but it was still moving, “Damn,McAllister! Status!”

Rooster's heart pounds in his chest as he maneuvers his jet away from the the emerging anti-aircraft weapon, only to turn it back towards it. The size of the weapon present a greater challenge than anticipated, but Rooster remains determined to neutralize it.

"McAllister, status!" Rooster calls out urgently, seeking an update on their situation.

McAllister's voice shakes a bit, "Sir, we hit it once and managed to disable the left side, but it's still moving. The weapon appears to be more resilient than we anticipated."

Rooster grits his teeth, his mind racing to find a solution. He quickly assesses the weapon's current state and identifies its remaining vulnerable areas.

"Stalker team, focus your fire on the weakened left side of the anti-aircraft weapon," Rooster commands. "We need to disable it completely before it reaches full operational capacity. Stay on high alert for any enemy reinforcements. STALKER 08!"

Again nothing.

“McAllister, where are they???”

“O-oh,um,I–” he stops for a second, “Sir…they..”

“What?”

There’s an explosion from the weapon, and Rooster sees the two. They did shoot it, but it barely scratched the surface…and now they were aiming right at the two, “What the fuck are the two doing???”

“I-I,I think they are trying to shoot it themselves sir!”

Rooster's heart sinks as he hears McAllister's response. The realization hits him like a punch to the gut. Jaws and Raptor, Stalker 08, had taken it upon themselves to engage the anti-aircraft weapon without waiting for his orders and completely ignoring what was just shared with the rest of the team. The gravity of the situation becomes clear as he witnesses the weapon targeting Jaws and Raptor, it’s heavy whirring sounding like a monster as it tries to work within it’s broken gears.

"Jaws! Raptor! Abort your attack! Get out of there now!" Rooster's voice fills with urgency

No response.

“I swear to God if you two don’t–” they are just going to try again.

“Rooster! What the fuck are they doing?? They almost hit me!” Payback shouts “Rooster they gotta stop!”

Rooster's frustration boils over as he witnesses the reckless actions of Jaws and Raptor. Their disregard for the team's coordination and their own safety puts everyone at risk. He clenches his fist, trying to maintain his composure as he addresses the situation.

"Jaws! Raptor! This is an order! Disengage immediately and regroup with the rest of the team!" Rooster's voice is almost hoarse with anger. "You're putting the entire mission and the safety of our team in jeopardy. Follow my orders and get out of there now!"

Rooster's words hang in the air, but there is still no response from Jaws and Raptor. The anti-aircraft weapon continues to track them, its movements growing more menacing by the second.

“Sir?” McAllister asks when he flies down to where Raptor and Jaws were, “W-What are you doing?”

“Giving that thing something else to look.” he hates saying it, he hates voicing. He sees Bea, he sees Nikki, he sees the twins…and he clenches his eyes, “We’re going to hit it in the cannon.”

“What??? Sir! That’s impossible!”

“No,” Rooster growls, “It’s the only way.”

Rooster's determination overrides any doubt or hesitation in his mind. He knows the risks involved, but he also understands that taking out the cannon of the anti-aircraft weapon is their best chance to neutralize the threat and protect his team. With a resolute expression on his face, Rooster makes up his mind.

"McAllister, trust me on this. We're going for the cannon," Rooster says, "We'll use our speed and precision to make a direct hit. We have to stop that weapon from targeting our team." he growls, “It was a team effort but now they are focusing on one of us.”

McAllister's voice trembles with concern as he tries to dissuade Rooster from this dangerous plan. "But sir, the risk—"

Rooster cuts him off, his voice raising a bit. "I know the risk, McAllister. Prepare for evasive maneuvers, and be ready to lock onto the cannon once we're in range."

McAllister hesitates for a moment, he understands that there's no changing Rooster's mind at this point. With a nod, he replies, "Understood, sir. I'll trust your judgment. Let's do this."

Rooster maneuvers the F-22 Raptor with precision, swooping down while evading the anti-aircraft weapon's targeting system and the barrage of fire coming their way. He flies by past Jaws and Raptor, being only able to see their helmets looking at him before he’s closer to the weapon. His mind is focused solely on the cannon, calculating the timing and trajectory needed to make a successful hit.

As they approach the cannon, Rooster's heart pounds in his chest. He can feel the intense heat and adrenaline coursing through his veins. It’s like fire.He tightens his grip on the controls, his eyes fixed on the target.

"McAllister, now!" Rooster commands.

McAllister activates the targeting system, locking onto the cannon with precision. Rooster adjusts the angle of their approach, aiming directly at the vulnerable spot. The cannon aims right at then and he swears it’s like staring at a black hole that slowly turns red because of the ammunition inside.

In a split-second decision, Rooster releases their payload, a missile aimed directly at the cannon. The missile streaks towards its target, leaving a trail of smoke and fire in its wake and Rooster quickly flies out of there, “Move! Move! it’s going to blow!” he shouts to the others who follow his lead only seconds before it happens.

The impact is explosive. The cannon erupts in a ball of fire and debris, engulfing the surrounding area. The explosion is so strong the trees they used as entrance immediately turn to ash, which makes him breathe in relief once they flew the opposite way. The anti-aircraft weapon's capabilities are instantly neutralized, its explosion soon created a domino effect within the base, destroying and cracking the ground open, it swallows everything as if the earth was angry.

Its threat to the Stalker team was eliminated.

Rooster and McAllister pull away from the explosion, their hearts pounding quickly. They have succeeded, but the cost of their actions weighs heavily on their minds. Their breathing is loud and Rooster has his eyes clenched for a few seconds, only blinking them open when he hears the voices over his comm.

"Stalker team, this is Rooster," he transmits over the comm, inhaling quietly. "The anti-aircraft weapon has been neutralized. Jaws, Raptor, report your status immediately."

There's a brief pause, and then Jaws' voice crackles over the radio,”We’re here,sir.”

“Good.” and he ends the connection before anything else happens, “McAllister, were they on the radar?”

“Yes sir.”

‘Did they only change course when the weapon appeared?”

“Y-Yes sir.”

Rooster takes a deep breath, clenching his teeth as he tries to wrap his mind around the situation. Not only was that unbelievably stupid, it was dangerous. And they just went with their asses bare open to the huge gun pointed at them.

Rooster's frustration resurfaces as he contemplates Jaws and Raptor's reckless behavior. The realization of their disregard for the team's safety and the potential consequences of their actions weighs heavily on him.

"We'll discuss this further once we regroup. For now, let's make sure nothing is back…so…status.”

“Y-yes sir!” McAllister nods, “I-I see nothing in the radar sir,I think everything is gone!” he pauses, “...literally, the ground swallowed it up.”

“It was a volcano once.” Coyote adds up once he hears the information “The ground is soft, it wouldn’t take too long for it to gobble it all up,hah.”

Rooster listens to McAllister's report and Coyote's remark, the information sinking in. The destruction caused by the explosion and the subsequent collapse of the ground serve as a stark reminder of the magnitude of their actions.

"Understood," Rooster acknowledges McAllister's report. "Let's perform a thorough sweep of the area to confirm that the threat is completely eliminated."

The Stalker team meticulously scans the surroundings, ensuring that there are no remaining threats or hidden dangers. The once secure base now lies in ruins and smoke, the aftermath of their intense encounter. Rooster's gaze falls upon the charred remains of the anti-aircraft weapon and the gaping hole in the ground where the base once stood.

“Target is down team. Good job,everyone.” he is proud of them all…with the exception of the two of course, he had to admit they did good. They did wonderful…and that sudden ‘swallowing’ cut the mission time in at least half, ‘Boy I can’t wait to write the report.”

“I think you should say the earth gobbled them up.” Coyote adds.

“No.”

“How about devour,then? It’s fancy.” Nat says and he grumbles.

“No, communications off until we reach the base. Stalker 01 signing off.” he ends the conversation before it starts, then he sighs, feeling his anger only disappearing for a second as they fly back. McAllister, now free of all the adrenaline, clears his throat, “Yes,McAllister?”

“...sir you are angry.”

“I am very angry,McAllister.’ he cuts the young man short, “I truly am.We'll address this issue as soon as we return to the base."

“Okay sir…”

‘But,” he adds,”You did good.” he hears the young pilot lifting his head in surprise,”You were amazing back there, congratulations. Be proud of what you did.”

McAllister's surprise is evident in his voice as he responds, "Thank you, sir. I... I appreciate your words."

“Good…now…let’s get back because I’m kinda tired of seeing all this smoke around.” he mutters, “And I’m too angry to focus.”

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phdmama · 4 months

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im not sure if this is the right place to ask this but do you have any advice about writing or posting fic after nearly a decade? the last time i posted fic it was a very different fandom and i was 13 ish. what i am struggling with specifically is that last time i wasnt really thinking about including themes or accurate characterisations etc. and the new fandom i want to write in is much smaller and has some incredible writers. the prose is so good with incredible diction, different styles and literary techniques.

so essentially i've stalled because im so focused on trying to incorporate these things that i just end up not writing anything. i think its also a general lack of confidence maybe?

thank you :)

Hi pal! Sorry it took me so long to answer you - I spent yesterday shoveling and today at work!!

I feel like there are maybe two different things in your ask here? There's the issue of writing (especially in a new fandom) and then there's the issue of posting and wanting people to actually read your stuff!

I know this is such a cliche but I really do actually believe this, which is - when it comes to writing, YOUR VOICE MATTERS! Sure you can absolutely emulate the work you're loving (and there's nothing wrong with that! I've certainly done it, I think a lot of us have, especially in the beginning), but it sounds like you're maybe forgetting the most important part. Which is this, in my opinion. Your story is valuable because it's YOURS. No one else can tell it. That's where all the stuff about "write what you want, for you" comes in.

What would you write if you could let go of all of the expectations you're burdening yourself with, to live up to other people's writing, and just let yourself write?

In part - it's so much easier to edit than it is to write (at least that's true for me, my fellow writers, PLEASE feel free to add on to this). The first draft is just for getting it out of your head - from there, you can focus on the craft part of it (if you want to!), really honing your narrative and characterizations and whatnot. But write the first draft and let it be ugly.

In terms of breaking into a new fandom, especially a small one, well. I dunno, but for me, I do love some very rare pairs and when I find something new, I get really excited! So I'm betting there's an audience for your work - it might be small, but dang, I bet it's enthusiastic.

For connecting with people, well. @allwaswell16 has really great enthusiasm for self-promotion (and I'm so bad at it, but she's NOT wrong) - write your fic, make a fic post, post it and reblog it. Tag it!

I know for me, I'm probably too shy to reach out to people and say hey! pls read my fic? But if you haven't made some fandom connections as like, a fan, that might be worth doing as well - not to get people to read your work, but to have other fans to celebrate with! I've made some incredible friends simply by shrieking in the comments on the fics and then stalking them on Tumblr to yell at them some more about how much I love their work. (All in complete sincerity too.)

I am pretty bad at Discord and writers groups and stuff, but maybe there are people there to connect with as well?

And like, a thing I want to be really clear about is, it's 100% okay (and like, super normal?? I think??) to *want* people to read your stuff! I write for me, I share it because I want other people to like it too. it does take time to build up those connections usually, but again, I'm guessing that people who love that pairing are going to be excited for someone who's excited to join in.

Anyway, just some off the top of my head rambling - please please feel free to come back if I can be of any other support? xox

#fic writer problems #writing

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thefestivelbnuy · 5 months

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I'm bored, but i also want to make a beenose design army. Anyway put send me your beenose design or commenting say (I had a design for her) or whatever (as long as it isn't innaproriate) or somebody design (with permission consent ask to them, or if they allowed it). To join the beenose army. Pls send here or post it on your tumblr or link it at comments section so I could see it and draw it. or on reblog comments.

Edited:Current status: it still open and available (feel free to submitted or post or send here or comment ^_^).

Question and answer.

~Can we used art bases if I can't draw but can colored art base to submitted this beenose army?

Yes you can as long as you credited the person on who originated drawing the art base while you colored them.But respect and pay attention if they want it used, also a p2u (Pay to use) base that you use for this is allowed as long as you pay the artist to use them not stealing it!, also f2u (free to u

Is allowed if the artist base want allowed it for design).

~can I submitted/joined about I still a new artist or beginner artist or unpopular artist?.

Yes you can, you don't need to be popular or professional to join this, spread your creativity, everyone is allowed to join, and go ahead, and feel free (except for problematic artist).

~can I join in as a popular or semi-popular or professional artist?.

Yes you can. Go ahead feel free.

~can I join this even if I don't know who the character or can't read book, not join fandom, not read AVOS (a vision of shadows), not a big fan of her?.

yes ofc.

~ can I join even if I draw and picture beenose design different than the canon or others?

Yes you can whoever, you can follow the canon or your ways or interpret it different.

~can I add my friends/bestie/family/someone else/idol beenose design here?

Yes you can but with their consent permission ask or if their allowed but with credits.

.~can i join if I had multiple design of beenose because I had no idea which one I like because I like design her much.

Yes ofc, the more beenose, the more beenose.

~could you put my new beenose design, if it outdate/old?

Yes of course, just ask me to do it, so I could update it and added the new design and also keep the old one.

Credit on who start the character army thing= (I has no idea but pls tell me. So I could credit them here).

Beenose = character isn't belong to me but erin hunters and warrior cat books.

But also inspired of this.

Link:

Edited: Also part 0.

Beenose Design wasn't mine or created but by @disgruntleddemon or @antfur (the person design blog), check them out. While I'm only in charge drawing the art.

Thank you so much for participating.

Part 1.

My beenose design (she look similar to frostpaw, the one that had mane fur back and tabby mackerel stripe and pale white eclipse back, spiky fur with ear 1 down flop) is on left while the is on right ⬅️ while the left ➡️ is by @/disgruntleddemon or @/antfur.

Word tags/hashtag [ignore]

#Warrior cat, #warrior cats, #beenose, #warriors, #erin hunters, #warrior cat book, #wc, #binos, #shadowclan, #she cat, #the kin, #the kin, #snowbird family, #beepaw, #beekit, #wc, #wc fandom, #warriorcat, #warriorcats, #beenose character, #beenose army, #warrior cat community, #warrior cat fandom, #warrior cats fandom, #fandom, #avos, #a vision of shadows, #warriors, #warrior cat character.

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gettinshiggywithit · 1 year

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!Dabi x Bakugou’s Sister!Reader!

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Scenario:- How Bakugou’s sister and dabi met!

Pairing:- dabi x Bakugou’s sister!reader

@izukuisbaby I HOPE U LIKE IT BESTIEEE PLS LMK WHAT U THINK??🥺

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Like before he joined the league kinda back

Because I honestly dont think he’d jump into a relationship.i think hed take his sweet time and honestly?good on him!

Im thinkin,dingy alley at night kinda setting.

He woulda been bummin a cig(I honestly hate this because BESTIE YOURE GONNA GET A CVD?????LIKE PUT THAT SHIT AWAY) and you sniff the air,pinch your nose closed and walk up to him

Now we know dabi hadnt committed and “flashy crimes” before joining the league so i dont think hed risk lightin you up then and there.especially if there’d be a way to to talk his way outta it

Cause as we know,this bitch can talk.hes smoother than a ferret in a piping system when he needs to/wants to be.

He’d be ready just in case he had to defend himself and all you’d do is snatch the cig from his lips and crush it under your heel

You’d give him a disapproving look up and down and just scoff before walking our of the alley and continuing on your way

Hed be STUNNED like

“Huh????”

Fuckin confusion incarnate this mfer

But like after five seconds he shaked himself ot of his trance and gets out of that alley.

He thinks about it tho. About you.not 24/7 or anything just you pop into his head every now and then.

Over the nexr few weeks you continue to bump into each other and you noticed him every time

He isn’t exactly forgettable

And finally about three weeks in you actually stop him

You pull on his raggedy little overshirt and he’s like ‘shit not her again’

You look him dead in the eye and pull him into a side street. And confront him

“Hey what gives???”

“....”

“Okay let me rephrase.why the hell are you following me??”

“Pfft im not following you.”

“Oh so you do speak,well then why the fuck have i been seeing you literally everywhere for the past three weeks?”

“I dont know what the fuck youre talking about.”

You stared into his eyes and you could tell he genuinely didnt do it on purpose...after growing up with katsuki you learned how to search for the truth in peoples eyes because,as you’d learned by observing bakugou, their eyes often betrayed what their voice and words tried to mask.

“Hmmph you really havent been following me...sorry um about that.... im y/n.” You said extending your hand and he just looked at it warily

When he didn’t respond you proded further

“And you are?????”

“Uh dabi...the name’s dabi”

“You slowly retracted your hand(he didnt shake it{THE LION THE WITCH AND THE AUDACITY OF THIS BITCH})

Just then you heard a rustling from the back of the alley

You both turned to see a group of thugs ready to ambush you

He ignited his palms and you yours.

You were no damsel in distress.youd trained with your brother since you were a little girl!

You both fought them off him Ofc deal more lethal blows than you.

And finally when all the bodies which had been attacking you were either burned to ash or incapacitated you looked at eachother and smiled just a little

“We make a pretty good team,staples”

“I guess we do”

“Soo how about dinner and a movie huh? My treat. You got most of em,left less for me”

He naturally looked skeptical.

But after a few minutes he nodded his head

“Yh sure”

What was the worst that could happen? Him falling for you?? Not a Goddam chance!(hehehehehe)

So you went on your date that Friday and the rest is history!

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please dont repost my work here as your own on any platform all rights belong to me except that of the mha characters used,their right belong to their respective owners.but this story? mine.

feedback,likes,reblogs and comments are so very appreciated tbh :’)i hope you enjoyed and ill catch ya next time!

Reblogs with tags>>>>>>>>>likes please

Tagging: @izueli @izukuisbaby

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sluggmuffin · 1 year

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Slugs 100 Follower Celebration!

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RAHHHHHH!!!! 100 followers is crazy. I don't know what else to say excpet for thank you all so much for following me and interacting with my page! i love reading your reblogs, comment and interacting with you, it means so much to me <3

this event starts April 9th, and currently has no end date decided <3

rules: anyone can participate, it doesn't matter if ur one of my moots, a follower or if you just found my page somehow! don't hesitate to spam me with as many requests as you'd like! i promise i don't care, but please make sure that every request is sent separately! please don't send me two or more requests in the same ask! also, if I'm writing it might take me a little bit of time, so maybe consider sending in some of the other asks too <3!

🎢 - send me a scenario and a character of your choice and i'll write a either hcs or a little drabble about them (can be x reader *if it is pls tell me ur preferred pronouns* but it doesn't have to be)!

🎡 - tumblr games! i have never done them before but i want to try it so bad (e.g. cym, kmk, whatever you can come up with)

🫧 - send me a character and a scenario or your headcanons about that character and i'll make a moodboard out of it!

🌭 - send me some facts about yourself, a fandom, and i'll ship you with a character and write a short drabble about them! → please specify your sexuality, pronouns and whether the ship is supposed to be romantic or platonic tho!

🎠 - send me some of you favorite music genres, and I'll assign you one of my fav songs and tell you why I see you as that song!

🎪 - send me a character(s) and a scenario and I'll draw it!

🔮 - tell me about yourself and I'll tell you which character from any of my fandoms you remind me of!

🍭 - describe yourself and some of your interests and give me a fandom, and I'll tell you what kind of life you'd live in that fandom! → please specify your sexuality, and pronouns!

fandoms: newsies, ride the cyclone, the outsiders, breakfast club, heathers, the sandlot, and anything else you've seen me post abt 🫶

tagging some moots: @sophie-i-guess13, @juneberrie, @spaceagebachelormann, @mysemantics, @cam-stopped-eating-candles, @whyareyouhere66, @whattheworldneeds

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Again tysm!!

#slugs 100 follower celebration!!#the outsiders #ride the cyclone #newsies #heathers #the breakfast club

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padfootastic · 1 year

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I posted 884 times in 2022

That's 800 more posts than 2021!

433 posts created (49%)

451 posts reblogged (51%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@padfootastic

@impishtubist

@greyeyedmonster-18

@narcissa-black-supermacy

@that-halloween-gay

I tagged 789 of my posts in 2022

Only 11% of my posts had no tags

#sirius black - 299 posts

#pen’s asks - 296 posts

#james potter - 160 posts

#harry potter - 151 posts

#prongsfoot - 90 posts

#pen’s notes - 60 posts

#good godfather sirius black - 58 posts

#pen’s writing - 49 posts

#ask game - 46 posts

#ppb - 40 posts

Longest Tag: 140 characters

#‘it was me’ ‘no pads i pulled u in’ ‘ur cowardly ass could never potter. i leaned in first’ ‘pls as if u you’d ever stop sighing to do that’

My Top Posts in 2022:

anyway.

harry having the giggliest, easy to trigger laugh but the one thing that consistently has him cracking up is his dad laughing. like it’s just a never ending loop, harry would be sitting there on james’ lap, hands on his face, grabbing his glasses, mashing his cheeks together, giggling his little head off—james starts laughing—sets harry off even louder and both of them are just getting progressively redder and gigglier and it’s a riot for no reason.

(lily’s snort-laugh has a similar, if subdued, effect)

(sirius’ very presence supersedes all humor bc the little dude has Very Important Things to talk to him about which means being carried around everywhere, nonstop babbling, and all his attention directed towards one harry j potter. if sirius looks away for one second, harry will find grab his attention again bc he’s possessive like that. u can’t blame him, he only gets his godfather a few times a month ok?)

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okay remember harry’s dreams about a flying motorbike?

one of my dearest hcs is that sirius used to take toddler harry out on his flying bike, particularly when he was being fussy or refusing to sleep.

(a frantic james would mirror call him, begging for help because no one except sirius can calm harry down when he’s in strops like this)

he’d wrap him in a baby sling across his chest, take him high above the clouds, and point out the different stars & constellations w associated myths.

harry would fall asleep in minutes.

in the middle of a war, it was the most peaceful sirius ever felt

(anyone who knew—and when harry finds out post-poa—the first question is always ‘how tf did ur parents allow that?’ but you need only look at the way sirius was around his godson for the answer. he was so painfully tender, so protective that james & lily knew there was no safer place for their kid to be)

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summary: sirius tells harry he’s proud of him and our boy’s brain just. stops functioning. doesn’t compute. (for this ask)

“I’m proud of you.”

Proud. Of you.

Proud.

The word kept echoing in his ears, like a church bell, or a gong, or a siren, or a—

Well. One gets the point.

What one doesn’t get, however, is how to react to that.

Someone—an adult—was proud of him. For the first time, in his entire life.

And Harry didn’t know what to do with that.

Perhaps that’s why he’d beat a hasty retreat to the loo, seeing the befuddled look on Sirius’ face but not being able to do anything about it. He had a freak out to get to.

It had just been an offhand comment, thrown out like it meant nothing, like it didn’t upend Harry’s entire existence on its head.

“What- what did you just say?” he’d stuttered, incredulously, definitely taking it more seriously than intended.

“Er- that I’m proud of you?” Sirius had repeated. Slower. Uncertain.

Harry didn’t reply to that—atleast, he thinks he didn’t. Just remembered the owlish blinking, letting the words sink in, wrap themselves around him like a warm hug that was slightly too tight. One you didn’t want to get out of, but had to, if you cared for your circulation.

And so here he was, still sitting on top of the toilet lid, head hanging between his knees, wishing fervently he had a paper bag to breath into. That- that was a thing that helped, right? He’d heard about it on the radio once.

It wasn’t even- they weren’t even talking about anything serious. Just his grades, for god’s sake. And it wasn’t like—he was Hermione or anything. He knew he didn’t do well, but he got by, and frankly, it had seemed good enough to him, what with the yearly, er, distractions that were thrown his way. He didn’t fail, but he also didn’t die. Win-win.

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thinking of toddler harry who’s very, very attached to his godfather sirius (as he should be, really) and gets pissy whenever he goes for work. (yes, sirius is a 9-5er here. suspend all disbelief, folks)

so, to get a handle on the tantrums, sirius dresses harry in his own little formal clothes, robes and over cloak and silver clasp and fake wand holder and all.

‘look, siri, im just like you!’ harry says, every morning like clockwork. once they look absolutely alike, hair combed and tied neatly (little butterfly clips in sirius’ curls, ofc), they set off for the day. sirius conjures a little size-appropriate desk for him that he can sit at, gets him a briefcase and all. when u open it, it has all sorts of colouring materials, beads and strings and charms for DIY, and a little notepad with a pen for Serious Stuff.

throughout the day, sirius gets his work done while harry carefully does his own stuff. whenever he gets too fidgety, sirius sends him out on a ‘mission’—going out and evaluating how the rest of the employees are doing their work. harry, of course, takes his task super seriously and tries to emulate sirius’ Grown Up Face very diligently, walking with his hands behind his back and an adorable little frown on his face. of course, he’s so short he can’t actually see what anyone’s doing but everyone’s accommodating enough that he has enough information to relay it back to sirius in his office.

at the end of the day, both of them take their cloaks off the hanger, simultaneously sling it over their shoulders, and wave a goodbye to the remaining members in the office. when they get home, harry is still meticulously copying sirius’ actions so he neatly sets his shoes to the side, hangs his cloak on the rack, and falls face first into the sofa with an exhausted sigh of relief.

‘being a adult is hard, padfoot,’ is the last thing he says before drifting off to sleep.

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My #1 post of 2022

Do you ever think about the fact that Sirius and Remus were fully planning on murdering Pettigrew for betraying James and Lily? No reporting it to the Ministry and clearing Sirius’s name, just death. Sirius was already planning on killing Pettigrew for it, and once Remus learned about the Secret Keeper switch, he jumped on the “let’s kill Peter” train immediately, he didn’t even wait for the train to stop, he climbed on through a window.

i’m gonna be honest—the whole thing is just so hilarious to me 💀💀

i mean, i can still get where sirius is coming from ykno? the poor guy was in prison, had his mind basically turned into soup, and then vilified by everyone—no wonder he’s so fixated ykno?

but remus, my god. what a mad lad. i can honestly see where all the feral remus hcs come from bc the dude didn’t need two seconds before he hopped onto the homicide wagon. he was just so matter-of-fact about it too like, ‘oh well, guess there’s no other way than to literally murder the only piece of evidence they have to explain this convoluted mindfuck of a situation.

cares not one bit about the three kids who’ll probably be traumatised—therapy exists for a reason and kids r resilient dw—or how he’ll explain it to the authorities or why they’ll do with sirius after—stash him in the outhouse—like the man had absolutely no reason to be as murderous as he was 😭😭 he’d just found out the truth five seconds ago.

446 notes - Posted August 27, 2022

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

#year in review #tentatively dipping my toe back!!!#i am having a Terrible irl time #which so obv ofc when i turn to my oldest vice #but also just #i’ve not felt the urge to write in so long #and i am. kinda. feeling it now #just little bits and pieces #and i read almost everything in my drafts #and feeling bittersweet per usual #and i just really really really want to finish it and post because i miss this place #well.. not tumblr in general but my little community here #i keep scrolling through my blog and asks and just missing the fuck out of everything lol #look @ me being senti #this was v fun to look at #also losing my absolute mind at how many pen’s asks posts there are????#wtf #did i really get that many asks #and there’s still so many in my inbox/drafts i wanna answer!!!!#if there’s people who’re still here (and all the new followers which—how. why)#then thank u #and hopefully this lasts longer than my last attempt lol #ppb

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Hi! I just saw the Daniel edit: it’s very good. I dare to say, it’s TOO GOOD lmao I got a little disturbed. But I don’t think that is a bad thing! Because it is a Halloween thing!

I think you shouldn’t let people with mean comments bother you, you know? You are being creative and you are being SO clear that things are edits for a specific purpose. You are using tags correctly too. If anyone is bothered by your edits they can unfollow, they can block, they can filter tags. They can stop interacting with your content.

I want to make it very clear: I DONT THINK THE PROBLEM IS YOU OR YOUR EDITS OR THE PLATFORM ITSELF. THE PROBLEM IS PEOPLE NOT BEING ABLE TO TAKE RESPONSIBILITY FOR THE CONTENT THEY CONSUME.

And it’s okay if you decide you don’t want to reply to this ask, I just wanted to tell you what I think and let you know that although I don’t want you to stop posting your edits, which I find better every time and also more creative as you develop your talents and learn new skills, I respect whatever you decide to do. But please know you do not owe anyone anything and it’s not on you if people are mean or rude. I have many many thoughts on this so please take away: I support you and please you do you no matter what anyone says.

Literally, thank u so much for this ❤️ i am so thankful for your endless support

But for now I’m just done. Tbf it’s not that ask particularly, it was just like the last straw tbf.

It has been happening for a year, where no matter what i do or post; people come in my ask to shit about me. I can’t even reblog some drivers without people being like ‘wait ew u support him?’. I can’t joke about stuff without people giving me their opinion without me asking, where they just write about how wrong my edit is and how cringe it is and asking me basically to take it down. Or asks I receive when I’m sharing personal topics where people call me literally crazy and that I should be in therapy or making friends instead of being here because I’m out of reality. Or even people pointing out what is wrong with my edits (tips: if i dont ask for an opinion pls dont give it).

I love editing but if what i get is shitty anons instead of them unfollowing me then it’s not the case. Because for me, these comments are not helping my creativity. I’m not saying i don’t accept criticism, I just don’t accept the way people here give it to me. I’m having enough of that irl i dont need it here. Like, I know i should ignore comments like that, sometimes i just simply delete them but at one point it hurts me and yes it hurts my feelings

I’m just going to keep posting random and simple and easy gifsets because this doesn’t bring negativity, will keep the f1 edits for myself or share it privately with friends because i dont feel like sharing stuff

I’ve been in many fandoms (i was literally in the 5sos fandom… when all the drama happened) and god the f1 one is the one where I’ve received rude messages

So yeah i have a few more halloween edits to posts, a few more f1 ones and then i’ll stop and just go back to simple gifs

#cassy’s answers #micallum

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musicallisto · 1 year

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this might come across very random but your one of my fav blogs so i thought u might be a good person to ask<3

i’m new-ish to tumblr (as in i’ve had it for a while but other than the odd reblog i haven’t actually posted myself) and i wanna get into writing my own stuff i just have no clue where to start😭like do just post it? do you think it’s best to start with a navigation or do i just start posting and make one later? what tags do i use?

no pressure at all to answer this but if u have any advice at all pls lmk <3<3<3

first of all, thank you so much! that's so sweet and it means the world to me 🫶 tumblr is now a very different place from when I started posting my writing in 2017, especially when it comes to creators, and there's no "magic trick" for gaining visibility/an audience (trust me, if there were, I'd be using it!) so I can only tell you what works for me/what I like to see in a writer. But basically, yes, when I first started out, I posted my one-shots into the wild and that was pretty much it, lol. part of what makes any tumblr journey enjoyable is that it's completely unpredictable! however what I'd recommend if you want to start writing on tumblr is:

organize your blog. you don't need an "about" page at all (do not disclose any information you don't want to! i know it's becoming tumblr etiquette to call people by their first names, but stranger danger is a very real thing). However a masterlist is awesome to regroup all your works / for readers to discover more of your writing if they liked the first taste they got. Similarly, it's great to have a list of fandoms/characters you enjoy writing about so people know what to expect, or perhaps request, when visiting your blog. Honestly I'd say the order in which you do these (writing or navigation first?) is of very little importance, as long as you do them both.

tag your one-shots. i know the tumblr tagging system is kinda shit, but afaik it's still the best way to have your writing reach a wider audience. you shouldn't tag a pairing / character that doesn't appear in your story however, that's really irritating. i read somewhere that only the first five tags you use will actually have your post appear in the search, which idk if it's true? in any case, don't hesitate to go crazy with the tags by taking inspiration from other writers. you can see that i use mine pretty liberally, lol

interact with other writers!!!! and users in general. i can't stress this enough: my tumblr experience only became fun when I made friends. writing is sharing! don't hesitate to reach out. don't assume a creator you admire from afar is intimidating or won't give you the time of day because we literally all are losers on a laptop. comment, reblog fics you like, send authors, artists, fandom members asks!! it will be a marvelous experience, i promise. also tag me when you start posting! I'd love to read it!

good luck and have fun 💗

#anon

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hangmanbrainrot · 1 year

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I posted 939 times in 2022

That's 939 more posts than 2021!

71 posts created (8%)

868 posts reblogged (92%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@rooster-84

@babyrooster

@bradshawsbitch

@forsty

@top-hhun

I tagged 619 of my posts in 2022

Only 34% of my posts had no tags

#glen powell - 102 posts

#jake seresin x reader - 85 posts

#miles teller - 51 posts

#fic rec - 46 posts

#jake seresin - 40 posts

#answered - 37 posts

#bradley bradshaw x reader - 33 posts

#comment reblog - 31 posts

#shut up sierra - 31 posts

#bradley bradshaw - 29 posts

Longest Tag: 127 characters

#i'm trying to model a character's father after him but i wasn't old enough at the time to remember the early days of his career

My Top Posts in 2022:

Hi! I wanted to request for a hangman fic based on that Tiktok where the girl texts her bf asking where he is because somebody just sent her pics of him getting into some girl’s car and after a little banter, he asks for the pic and it’s a picture of a cockroach getting into a toy car 🤣

https://www.instagram.com/reel/CiYL43Dv719/?igshid=YmMyMTA2M2Y=

This was fun! I got none of the other writing done tonight that I wanted to! But I did this and it made me laugh so that's cool!

harmless fun

jake seresin x reader; 395 words; no warnings; written on mobile so be kind to me, pls. ❤

Truth be told, you knew you were needlessly testing the bounds of your boyfriend's love, all for a tiktok. But it would be fun... right?

I can't believe you would do this to me, Jake.

Babe I told you I'd be home when the game is over. Not ditching you

Not that. You know what you did.

What did I do???

You set your phone down, mostly because the fit of giggles you'd devolved into made it harder and harder to hold it and sit upright. You wondered for a moment how long you'd be able to sustain the joke, but thought it best to enjoy the moment. Jake Seresin was many things, but foremost he was actually a great and loyal partner — which only made this whole ordeal funnier. He was an attractive man, and he knew it, so that sometimes was... misread by strangers. Hell, it had taken 3 progressively more dramatic attempts for him to get your attention — and keep it long enough to ask you out on a date. And now look at you: all starry-eyed and wearing the man's old t-shirt while you did dishes in what was technically his house. You'd just moved in a good awhile ago.

And then you realized, in your efforts to be a good housemate and not leave your dirty dishes in the sink for your partner to come home to, you'd totally left him hanging in the middle of a joke that wouldn't seem like a joke if you forgot the punchline.

Hello??

Babe?

Missed call Jake

Can you at least tell me what I did

Missed FaceTime call Jake

Please

Fine!

He'd left you the perfect opening to claim you were waiting it out, but he'd replied in seconds anyway. Just a simple ok. You knew he was growing anxious, and you'd need to wrap this up soon. Poor guy. You could practically see his knee bouncing.

One of my friends just sent me a picture of you getting into a car with another girl!

???

I'm literally sitting here watching the game with Javy. Last I checked, he's not a girl

And then: Send me the picture. Let me see. Please

You were giggling again by the time you hit send on the picture you'd stolen from a quick Google search. Seconds later, your boyfriend replied:

I'm on my way home.

And you just knew he was already planning his revenge.

215 notes - Posted December 1, 2022

idle time

a/n: this was supposed to be short, but here we are. thank you @luminousnotmatter for the sweet request!! <;3 warnings: 18+ for blink and you’ll miss it innuendo, anxiety mention, angst, a bit of fluff, a bit of slice of life / domesticity word count: 965 summary: Bradley has a problem with down time, and you’re determined to help him relax. pairing: bradley bradshaw x f!reader

A rare rainstorm had rolled through Southern California, and the smell of it had settled into the air around the small home you shared with Bradley. You inhaled contentedly in front of the open window in your kitchen, and allowed a smile to ease onto your features. This ‘between deployment’ time was your favorite. The sight of your softly snoring husband curled up beside you, always touching you in some way even while he slept, never failed to soften your heart. It had taken a few weeks at home for his nightmares to lessen, but you knew as soon as he had healed his heart against what he'd put it through, it would be time to reopen those old wounds once more. Maybe less so now, as a TOPGUN instructor, but you weren't convinced he wouldn't find reason to get back in the air on a more regular basis. Still, there was no one else you’d rather help put back together, if it came down to it.

Today, though, today was quiet. After he’d coaxed you out of bed early with a stack of his famous blueberry pancakes, your husband had busied himself with running errands. You knew that he hated idle time and what it did to him, so you let him run himself almost ragged on his days at home, as much as he let you waste away on yours. No matter what Bradley got up to on any given day, he always found time to unwind with you. What was better than that?

You’d finally got the kitchen back into its usual clean state after this morning’s breakfast resulted in more than pancakes being on offer. The rhythmic hum of the dishwasher caused a slight smile to ease onto your features as you wandered toward where your Switch was docked in your living room, then cradling your favorite silly hobby in your palms as you headed outside to where your porch swing sat currently unused. Bradley had installed it not long after you moved in for your ‘future kids.’ The mention made you blush. But right now, it was all yours.

Eyes barely open, you were in the middle of contemplating a nap when you heard the tell-tale sound of Bradley closing the door to his Bronco. You weren’t sure how long you’d been curled up there on the porch swing; the allure of Disney Dreamlight Valley was never one you could resist. You called out a ‘back here!’ and realized you were shouting — the rain had gotten heavier. Idly, you wondered if that was what had your husband returning home. Though, when he rounded the corner of your home and came into view, you could instantly see the scowl of a bad mood planted firmly on his face. You sat up, placing your Switch on the small side table at your left. He didn’t say anything, just wordlessly, sullenly, planted himself beside you. You inhaled a breath to ask what was up, but he shook his head. A beat passed. Then another, and then another. It took another full moment before you raised your hands, palms smoothing over his back, the planes of hard muscle tense beneath his wet t-shirt. You applied a bit more pressure as you continued, and felt his posture lose its rigidity, slowly but surely. Then, you slid your arms around his shoulders, and rested your cheek against his shoulder blade.

Still, you didn’t pry.

Instead, you gently pulled your husband to lay back with you, then coaxed him into laying his head against your chest. The man was 6’2,” and completely enamored with being held, cradled by you, just like this. As your fingers carded through his curls, you began to hum a faint melody. You were halfway through the song when he began to speak.

“The pantry and the fridge are fully stocked.”

“Okay,” you said slowly.

“And there’s nothing wrong with the Bronco.”

“That’s great, babe.”

“I worked out this morning.”

“Yes, I saw you leave.”

“And I still have so much…”

“Time?” you finally dared to insert an opinion of your own. Never wanting to overstep, but rather provide space for your partner to open up as he wanted — like a flower, opening and closing of its own accord. You only ever wanted to tend to him, never smother.

But then, he affirmed your suspicion with a soft, huffed: “Yes.”

“Bradley,” you said quietly, “you are allowed to relax, you do know that, right?”

“No, I know—”

“See, I don’t think you do.” He grunted in protest, though he quieted as your fingers massaged into his scalp once more. “I know you hate idle time, and the anxiety that settles into you when you feel like you have nothing to do, but I promise you it’s okay.”

“You’re safe, baby,” you continued, leaning down to press kisses into the soft bed of curls at the top of his head. His arms came up and around you as much as they could on your small porch swing, then tightened. “I love you.”

“I love you.” He wasn’t parroting the words back. Even without looking at your husband, you could tell he was sincere; he meant it with every solid, square inch of him. This beautiful anxiety-ridden man loved you with all he had. And you loved him all the same.

One of your hands left its post in his hair and drifted toward his back, where your palm once again moved in slow circles. He didn’t say anything more, and neither did you. Even as the sky began to darken and the rain teetered off to a sprinkle.

Bradley exhaled out a little sigh, and you thought he was preparing to speak again, but instead, you were comforted by the sound of his soft snores.

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me: aw he's just a sweet lil guy the guy in question:

287 notes - Posted December 2, 2022

more than this

a/n: HI. Me again! After talking with @rosiahills22, I simply HAD to give this idea a whirl. I hope y’all enjoy! Reader’s callsign is Van Gogh (to be explained) and I don’t use Y/N. :) special thanks to @bradshawsbitch for the encouragement. :’)

warnings: so much mutual pining, dash of angst toward the end. Generally, all my posts are 18+ because I don’t want minors interacting with my page! Probably naval inaccuracies.

word count: 3975

summary: You and Jake have been best friends for years now… Why mess with a good thing?

pairing: Jake Seresin x Reader, Jake Seresin x Aviator!Reader — callsign: Van Gogh

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1,236 notes - Posted November 24, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

worth it

a/n: yet again this was supposed to be short but sierra cannot shut up!! <3 thanks anon for this sweet request! i’ll get back to work on my 7 wips now. 🫣 warnings: 18+ for mild coarse language and some shameless thirsting. domestic!hangman is my fave. just super fluffy. word count: 1275 summary: Jake is far more attentive than you previously gave him credit for, but it sparks a big revelation. pairing: jake seresin x reader

It was rare to come home and not see your boyfriend already there, watching whatever film he was obsessed with this week, especially when he was on leave. You’d never complain, though it was comical to see him in your space. His muscular frame made your furniture look like it belonged in a dollhouse, sometimes. So, today, you were a little sullen to come home and not find him stretched out on your gray sofa, one arm curled behind his head — putting that delicious bicep on display — and one leg hanging off the arm of the couch.

Though before you could allow your mild and unreasonable disappointment to settle in, your phone rang, your favorite coworker's name flashing across the screen.

“Hey, you know I'm not currently being paid to talk to you right now, right?” The teasing lilt to your voice was unmistakable.

“She quit!” Your coworker barked in response, before you could get another word in edgewise.

“What do you mean she quit?”

You put the phone on speaker, then set it down onto your kitchen counter, while you headed toward the fridge to retrieve a bottle of water.

“She marched into the office, handed over an envelope, then walked back to her desk. She’d already packed everything up, so she just grabbed a box and rolled.”

“What?” Your voice had jumped an octave. You stilled, standing at your kitchen island with your hands against the countertop.

It was at just that moment, your front door opened, and Jake appeared in the doorway, arms full of grocery bags. You waved, then held a finger to your lips and pointed to your phone. He nodded and mouthed an ‘okay’ as he came nearer. Then, your coworker launched into the story, as well as her theories surrounding the resignation of the third assistant editor at the magazine you worked for. You let her go on, muttering a comment or two of your own when you could, for so long that Jake had replaced your bottle of water with a glass of wine. It had taken you a moment to recognize that it was your favorite brand, but last you checked, you’d ran out last week and had forgotten about buying a new bottle. You were definitely listening to your coworker, but your eyes followed Jake around the kitchen, while he busied himself with getting a start on dinner.

At the next lull in the conversation, you cut in, “Darlin’, I gotta go. Jake’s here.” This earned you a particularly salacious sounding oooh. “Yeah, I’ll see you tomorrow. Make sure you’re bright and early, so we can have front row seats to the mess.”

When you hung up the phone, you inhaled to speak, but Jake beat you to it, still facing the stove.

“That bitch Debbie strikes again. I’m telling you, somebody needs to put her in her place. I think it should be you, by the way, I’m just saying.”

Blinking slowly, you wordlessly stared at your boyfriend’s back. Your silence prompted him to turn around, fingers still curled around the handle of the pot he was currently sauteing asparagus in. “What?” He glanced down at himself, then a knowing look crossed his features. With a free hand he gestured toward his body, and the black hoodie he currently wore. “I know, I stole the Navy hoodie back, but it’s really comfortable. I promise I will wash it and return it to your closet where it belongs.”

“Not that, you doofus,” you snorted, closing the small space between you to hop up on the counter beside where he was cooking. You practically had stars in your eyes. “You remembered my boss’ name?”

A look of bewilderment creased your boyfriend’s brows as his gaze settled on you. “Obviously?”

And there you were again, blinking like a fuckin’ owl because what was your life right now? Your perfect boyfriend with his perfect, gorgeous smile, in your tiny kitchen, cooking you dinner and remembering the small details of your life. And, sure, the bar was in hell, but to say your past partners were less than ideal was an incredibly generous statement.

“I can’t believe you remembered that,” you finally admitted, tone noncommittal.

“What do you mean?” He seemed genuinely confused.

“I mean, I haven’t always received that level of effort before.”

His lips slipped into a frown for a moment, just long enough for you to catch it. “It’s you,” he said softly. “You’re worth it. You’re worth every level of effort. Every level? Any amount? However you say that properly. You’re worth it.” He paused then to point an accusatory finger in your direction. “Don’t make fun of me, English Major.”

He shot you a grin, but the tips of his ears were bright red — a telltale sign of embarrassment. Jake hated when he rambled on, but you loved it. Especially when he wasn’t cognizant of his accent, and it poured out over his words like molasses.

“So, anyway,” he continued, now returning his full attention to the stove. “Enough about Deb. Hate her. How’s Kelly and the baby? Did she and Jason like the gift you got them? I feel like babies can never have enough onesies.”

“We got them,” you corrected, gently nudging Jake’s arm with your own. After all, he had helped you select a gift for one of the other editorial assistants without having ever met the woman or her partner. No, in fact, most of your coworkers only existed as characters in stories to him, but he was fascinated by every little detail you told him. Moreover, as you discovered tonight, he’d retained every detail you’d told him, committed them to memory. Despite the busy, intricate details of his own job, he remembered all of these silly little things about the staff for the magazine you worked for.

You watched with amusement as a blush colored the blond’s cheeks, though he nodded before parroting back a short ‘we.’ Your eyes continued to study him as he prepared your shared meal, watched the way his eyes lit up when he found you looking at him, the way he babbled on about his cooking technique.

You were desperately, unshakably in love with this man. And if you were unsure before, you knew it now. And it didn’t matter that sometimes he was worlds away, didn’t matter that you wouldn’t always be in the same time zone, or that sometimes you’d have to fall asleep without the warmth of his embrace. No, this man, and the love he inspired in you, was worth it.

“Did you hear what I said?” he interrupted your reverie, eyes narrowed in playful irritation.

“I’m in love with you, Jake Seresin.”

And you weren’t nervous. You knew this man loved you, too, all the same. Because he came home to you and bought your favorite wine and listened to your ranting. Still, your heart was eased when a look of pure adoration crossed his features when he looked at you. He reached a hand out to turn off the fire on the stove, then came to stand between your parted thighs.

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