#why do i keep doing this to myself i'm never gonna finish a single fic at this rate

[malicemismanager]

Y'know considering the sheer amount of zombie media I consume (ha) it's surprising I've never written a zombie story. I mean, technically I did start one years and years and years ago, but it's currently judging me from the void I've yeeted all my original work into and I didn't even get 1k words into it (hel I don't think I even got to the zombies orz), so I'm choosing not to count it. XD

[echobx]

Drunk - jj maybank × fem!reader

summary: JJ is taking care of his drunk girlfriend at a party

warnings: pure fluff, JJ PoV

word count: 1.4k

author's note: this was deep in my drafts bc it was originally not a reader fic, but I was never gonna finish it any more than what it is now. I hope you like it.

I watched y/n get up, her short dress had shimmied itself upwards, and she didn't even try to tug it down. She stumbled forward, and I jumped up and caught her before she could fall, pulling the fabric down just enough to cover her up more.  “Please let go, I have to pee,” she announced but just as I did she started falling over her own feet and I had to catch her again.  “Let me help you,” I said with a smile, and she looked at me confused.  “Just this one time, and keep the hands where they belong,” she slurred. The whole walk to the bathroom she was tensed up in my arms and kept trying to shake me off.  “I can pee by myself,” she sneered as I wanted to follow her in, to make sure she wouldn't fall and hurt herself. “I really shouldn't leave you by yourself, you could get hurt,” I tried to convince her, but she gave me a firm “No” and closed the door. 

“Do you want to use the bathroom?” her voice was quiet and high-pitched.  “No, princess, let's just get you back to the others,” I chuckled and wanted to take her in my arms, but she wouldn't let me. “No touching,” she said and started walking, or more like wobbling over the hardwood floor in her five-inch heels, trying her best to navigate through the crowd.  “Why are you following me?” she asked and turned around to me, and I would've nearly run into her.  “I have to make sure you're okay, I always do that, darling,” I chuckled, but she seemed more confused about that.  “You look familiar,” she mumbled, and I took her hand and pulled her into me.  “Do I?” I whispered while staring at her lips before looking up into her gorgeous brown eyes.  “Very,” she mumbled, the smell of tequila and vodka prominent in her breath.  “Would be weird if I didn't,” I laughed and wanted to kiss her, but she turned her head quicker than I could react to it and I only hit her cheek.  “It's impolite to kiss someone without asking first,” she noted and started walking again. 

The only seat that was left when we got back to our friends, was a single lounge chair and I simply let myself fall into it.  “Where am I supposed to sit now?” y/n mumbled drunkenly.  “Here,” I said and lightly slapped my thigh.  “No, thank you,” she replied in a slightly disgusted tone.  “I can get up and sit on the floor, would that make you feel better,” I suggested while our friends watched the scene and seemed rather amused by it. “I can do that,” y/n said and nodded. I got up and let her sit, before placing myself right in front of her, leaning my head against her legs that she had pulled up onto the chair.  “You are a very persistent young man,” y/n chuckled, and I turned my head to look at her.  “You could say that, yes.” I grinned at her. It was clear to me that she didn't recognize me, too drunk to remember anything that happened to her, and it would be even worse the next day.  “She really had way too much,” John B laughed.  “Bird boy, why is this guy so interested in me? Doesn't he know that I have a boyfriend?” y/n spoke up, and I had to laugh, it wasn't like I would've been able to hold it back even if I had tried to.  “Yeah, I'm thinking the same, very weird of you, guy,” JB played into it and I flipped him off, just to get smacked in the head by y/n.  “That's my friend! Don't insult him!” She glared at me and the rest of the Crew just laughed.  “I will be on my very best behavior, princess,” I whispered and kissed her hand while looking into her eyes.  “I have a JJ,” she mumbled but couldn't stop herself from blushing. “I know, I don't think he's going to mind, actually. Was just a hand kiss.” I winked at her.  “That's not how that works. He's gonna find out and then break your pretty nose, very sad,” she sighed before looking back up at our friends. “He's really good at breaking noses.”  “I believe he's good at other things too,” I said, and she tugged on my hair, her fingers entangled in my strands.  “You have nice hair, mystery boy. Feels nice,” she mumbled. “He's actually very jealous, you should look out, so you don't cross any paths with him,” Pope indulged in her drunk fantasy. “I should take you home then, to make sure that he won't get any more jealous,” I said and got up, holding my hand out for y/n to take, but she refused.  “No, thank you, I have friends who can bring me home. Strange mystery guys don't need to know where I live,” she replied and turned her head away from me.  “Y/n, please, it's better if we go home now,” I tried to convince her, but she was still refusing me.  “I'm not going,” she insisted, crossing her arms in front of her chest.  “I'm gonna go get some food and water,” Kiara sighed and got up while I was still only focused on my girlfriend. 

“Tell me more about him. Your JJ,” I whispered to her, sitting back down in front of her, just this time, so I was facing her.  “Oh, he's the best. I love my JJ,” she sighed and slumped in her seat.  “Why do you love him?” I asked quietly, and she threw her hands in the air.  “I can't explain it.” “Pretty hard to explain, isn't it,” I mumbled, and she eyed me as if she was finally trying to understand who she was talking to, but it still didn't click.  “You can tell us what you love about him,” Sarah suggested and y/n started grinning widely.  “He's very talented, very talented I say. Yes, yes. My JJ can sing and draw and surf and fix things. Very good.” She nodded, and I had to chuckle over how cute she was being. “He's very good at sex too,” she admitted, and I stared at her with wide eyes. “Tell us more,” Kiara giggled and put the pizza and water bottle down by my side.  “Very good at that. Very. Sometimes he does this thing with his tongue-” I jumped up and put my hand over her mouth before she could spill any more of our secrets.  “I think you should try some food before you keep talking, my love,” I suggested, but she didn't seem to like it.  “You can't tell me anything, mystery boy,” she hissed at me. 

“I think we should play a game,” Kiara proposed and Sarah cheered, she was drunk too, not as drunk as y/n but drunk enough.  “I like games. Sit down, boy,” y/n said and pointed at the floor next to her. I shook my head and chuckled, as long as she wouldn't accidentally hurt herself I had to be okay with it all.  “What game are we playing?” I asked and held out the pizza for y/n to take a slice.  “Oh, I know,” John B exclaimed and laid the empty tequila bottle onto the table and spun it. The neck pointed at y/n, who was still refusing to take a slice.  “I dare you to eat a slice of this pizza, y/n/n,” JB said, and I gave him a thankful nod.  “That's a stupid game,” she complained but took the slice either way, then she got up and spun the bottle too. 

We played for some time before Sarah's spin landed on me, and she yelled “kiss y/n/n” with all the strength she had left in her.  I looked up at the girl I loved, but her eyes were filled with confusion, but also curiosity. “He wouldn't mind it, it's just a game, I promise,” I said to her while getting up and then pulling her into my arms.  “Just a game,” she repeated and gazed at me.  With one hand on her hip and the other on her cheek, I let my thumb grace over her lips. “Pretty lips,” I hummed and leaned in closer. I wanted to go slow, savor the moment even though she wouldn't be able to remember it the next day. My nose grazed hers and I could feel her drunk breath tingling on my lips.  Her lips encompassed mine with urgency and care while her hands found their way into my neck. It felt like kissing her for the first time all over again; soft and lovingly.  "You kiss nearly as good as my JJ," she whispered and I smirked. "I fucking hope so."

please don't copy and/or post my work onto other platforms! ~e©ho

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[lovelyiida]

i have a fic / oneshot idea hear me out!! u know how bakugo got kidnapped by lov? what if there he meets y/n and she is a member but she is actually nice to him/helps him escape?? that would be cool 😩

YAAAAS THIS GOES SO HARD FRIEND!! I don't think the reader would be super nice, more passive agressive if you get my drift? villains gotta keep that hardshell exterior lol.

This is my first ever request fill on this account, hopefully, this is to your liking :)

IMAGINE YOU AS A NICE MEMBER OF THE LEAUGE OF VILLAINS, bakugo had been held captive for hours. his body ached due to his constant thrashing, his skin stung as he struggled to set himself free of the rope. as the rest of the league went out to fight, you kept watch of him.

"you're going to tire yourself out if you keep on throwing your body around," you stated. only being met with a loud growl. frowning as you watch him struggle more, your heavy black boots echo across the room as you walk toward him.

you watched as he struggled even more as you grew closer, letting out a groan as you stand in front of him. you watched as he grunts louder, frowning you grab him by his jaw.

your fingertips can feel the way he trembles in your touch, you frown at this. "listen, if I untape your mouth...will you be quiet for me?" you say.

only being met with bakugos' hard gaze and stagnant breath, he shakily nods. you let out a small smirk, "good."

Caressing his face, you quickly take ahold of the piece of tape and rip it off his mouth with ease. hearing the boy curse out in pain, you quickly apologize.

you reach for a bottle of water on the floor, grabbing it you walk back over to him. "here, drink up, I know all that screaming has your throat dry" you chuckle at your own words. guiding the bottle into his mouth you watch him gulp the whole bottle.

quietly laughing at him, he finishes the bottle. throwing it on the floor, you walk away and grab another chair and drag it in front of him, sitting down you eye him down.

Bakugo scowls at your face, quickly letting out a burp, he blows it in your face.

licking the inside of your cheek, you let out a dry chuckle. "do you want me to tape your mouth shut again?" you start.

"let me go," bakugo growls.

"and why should I?" you asked, he watches bakugo curse under his breath. "you're making a big mistake, there are people coming for me⏤"

"like I don't know that..." you grit your teeth together, irritated by the utter mentioning of the heroes. "like I said, why should I let you go?" you cross your legs, awaiting an answer.

Bakugo sighs, "because...what's the point, I'm never leaving this shit hole." Bakugo hangs his head low, lips quivering as a single tear drips onto the fabric of his pants.

you bite the inside of your cheek, poking your lip out you look away.

looking back, you uncross your legs and crouch down to his level, "I'm gonna give you a reason why I'm gonna let you go." you breathe out, voice strong and confident.

your words make Bakugo's head rise, "huh?" he says. "I thought villains keep their hostages, not let them go," he says.

"well, luckily for you, I'm the only villain in this so-called shit hole with a single ounce of empathy left."

a quiet beat passes by, you hear the rain pour outside, looking towards the window, you see the faint colors of the city lights. turning back towards him, you frown.

"you don't belong here...whatever your name is" you mumble.

"all because you have some flashy quirk and a shit personality doesn't make you a villain, that I know for sure," you say.

"so then why are you here?" bakugo grumbles. licking your lips, you let out a sigh. "because I have a debt to pay that keeps on growing" you say.

"and what debt is that?" bakugo asked.

"I owe him my life⏤Shigaraki⏤I came here the same way you did, just in different circumstances. My father crossed him, so instead of killing him, I gave myself away...so that I could pay the debt my father owes."

Bakugo only gives you a look, a sorrowful look.

opening your mouth to speak, you were cut off by the sound of a car pulling up. eyes going wide, you quickly jump out from your seat and wrap your arms around bakugo and start to untie the rope from the back.

"you need to go!" you whispered, quickly setting him loose, bakugo shoots up from his chair. his heavy hand reaches out for yours and runs towards the door.

flinging the door wide open, he tries to make a run for it until you stopped him by holding your tracks. "I'm not leaving you here to die!" he yells.

your lips quiver as you try to give him a smile, "I'm way past saving, please go! whoever you are-"

"Bakugo, Katsuki Bakugo" he says.

you let out a breath, "go, bakugo" you whimper, sliding your hand out of his and slowly sliding them to the sides of your arms. he frowns at your state, "I'll come back to get you."

you let out a bittersweet chuckle at his words, "okay."

Turning on his foot, he runs out the door.

maybe in another life, under different circumstances, the both of you would've been friends...

[steddieas-shegoes]

When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let's spread the self-love 💞

AHHHHH SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG TO ANSWER THIS

I'm gonna do my best to be nice to myself because you want me to:

call me sunshine, send me to space - looking back on it, it's probably not actually my best work (despite the numbers), and if i were to write it now, there's probably quite a bit i'd do differently, but for one of my first fics and longest fics, i'm really proud of it.

Sub Eddie Week - technically it's one continuous story, just posted in seven parts for sub eddie week, which was so much fun to explore something i rarely do

one little nugget - my single parent steve phase actually started here and it hasn't ended. it's never gonna end actually. this fic is really what started it all for me in a lot of ways and gave me the confidence to keep writing.

camboy steve - yes, another series. this one isn't finished yet. i promise it's just gonna get better.

love you goodbye - written for steddie love month and i got carried away on the prompt (what a shock). i used the line "dick-out conversation" to ease tension so that's basically why it made the top 5.

thank you so much for making me choose! it changes all the time for me, and i know my bang fic will probably be in it once that's published starting september 27th!

[oriley42]

BUCKLE IN, LOML, THIS IS GONNA BE A LONG ONE.

hi !! i'm bea, aka meekspeeks on AO3, and i have only recently managed to properly sink my teeth into House MD, being exam free and all. and, akin to any other Normal, Sane person, i immedietly went onto ao3 to cure my bone rattling depression by immersing myself in fics. any kind, people, any kind. and then i found yours.

and my GOD.

you, my dear, dear, sweet friend, are the best writer . ever, dare i say? i have downloaded your books onto my phone for easy reading when i'm... actually, when i'm doing anything. just woke up? ah, yes, the sound of birdsong and an oriley42 fic to sweeten the summer morning. about to go to bed? well, why not get comfy with an oriley42 classic. i highlight them. i seriously, seriously consider getting them tattooed to the inside of my eyelids. all of them. i am not kidding.

in fact, if i was a tech savvy bastard, which i am not (sometimes i Glance, i Peek, i even bloody Breathe in the direction of my ipad, and it restarts. same goes for my phone. and my computer), i would have made an entire new collection on my ao3 account, simply yet perfectly dubbed "oriley42: The Saga", and thus announced to the entirety of the internet my undying love for you, of which there is A LOT. you are amazing and sometimes i wonder if you're even real and not some kind of... demigod?

(i love your fics so much that i get a little e-mail every single time you upload. that's my level of devotion.)

i have never ever laughed harder at anything than i do your fics. when i add said fics to my hilson collection, i make sure that i have a section devoted to a portion of the bits i've highlighted that made me Lose My Shit. i love randomly quoting phrases to my baffled, non-house-loving friends, and even they giggle. you are a riot, my good lord, and i owe you my life.

i'm a true oriley42 expert, i've read them all. no one knows oriley42 like i know oriley42, apart from you, oriley42.

it's a fun name to type. oriley42.

anyway! this is long. my sincerest apologies. but, coming from a frazzled kid who's just finished her a levels, you kept me going through all the horrid, hasty revision that i had to conjure up out of Thin Fucking Air, by making me laugh when no one else could. thank you so much, and i look forward to any other fics that are Brewing in that Lovely Head Of Yours !!!

have a great... day, week, month, year, life !! i love you !!! <3

my buddy, my pal, my dear new bff, thank you so very much! it means the world to hear this, and I'm so deeply touched that my stories could be companion to you, especially as you fight your way through what sounds like a very difficult bit of schooling (wishing you all the success there btw!!)

to give someone Real Feelings, and most of all a Real Laugh, is my greatest aim in sharing my writing--thank you for making me feel like the frankly terrifying vulnerability of posting these stories up where any old Tom, Dickhead, or Harasser can make jackass comments is worth it, because of the chance that my words will cross paths with a kind reader like you <3

your own writing voice just here in this ask is charming and clever, and makes me once again grateful for the incredible talent and kindness the internet allows us all to connect to and enjoy (cheesy, I know, but I really do get teary thinking of all the wonderful people who draw and write and comment and reblog and contribute to these magnificently silly fictional worlds we weave together!)

I hereby grant you a Master's Degree in ORiley42 studies from the University of Internet Friends--much like my own advanced degree, it will not get you a job anywhere, but hey, it's about the joy of learning ;)

Thank you for stopping by, I hope to see you on the digital streets of House MD fan-land again!

xoxo

PS - I have soooo many hilson WIPs brewing, too many to keep straight, but I'm hoping to pick one, focus, and get it posted in the next week or two...stay tuned! 💖

[dipplinduo]

So, I'm really looking to write a Dipplinshipping series myself and I really love the depth that you go into for S&D Dipplins (and its related spinoffs, I am very up to date).

Do you have any tips for keeping up with/writing longer works? I think my idea may take at least 10 chapters, but I've never been able to finish anything but oneshots before... I admire your consistency with the quality of your work (there has not been a single miss, not a one) and I hope to be able write like you one day.

No pressure to come up with anything if you don't know what to say. Regardless of anything, I hope this message reaches you well and that you have a fantastic day!

Omg I love writing talk asks and I'm so touched that you thought to ask me this question!

I'm gonna share stuff I found helpful to keep in mind:

- Take your time with storytelling. The advantage of having more chapters is that you can reallllyyyy enjoy your pacing. One way I do this is through gradual hints and breadcrumbs that build to the major plot points. It's a fun way to develop your story over time while keeping readers interested and theorizing. And when you're not focusing on the main plot, you can focus on other aspects of the story.

- Outlines and general note pages for your fic as a whole are your best friends. They will do the work of keeping track of different story elements for you.

- Listen to your readers. Their feedback is invaluable. If you get a lot of comments about something people seem to be enjoying, this may suggest that it's part of the voice of your fic. It can help you figure out what you'd want to emphasize more down the line - whether it be through side stories or through the main plot.

- Switch up some dynamics overtime. If you find yourself feeling stuck because you feel like you're trying to write similar kinds of moments, thoughts, or dialogues, this is a sign that it's time for you to move on and shake things up. I've done this with Kieran & Juliana in S&S D after I felt I have described Kieran seeing Juliana as a witch (who he has a hard time resisting lmao) so many times.

- Flush out the roles of supporting characters. They don't need their own character arcs, and they don't need to be focal points of the story. But they can influence some events, and it can help with the movement of your fic. (E.g. I often use Drayton to instigate moments one way or another, and this suits his character given that hes relatively chaotic neutral).

- Focus on the quality of telling your story first and foremost; you do not need the permission of certain chapter "markers" to progress. You don't need to wait for Chapter 10 or 15 or whatever to have a big moment happen. If everything is set up and ready to go, just do it. This is why a big moment of S&S D happens in Chapter 9 rather than Chapter 10; there was enough in place and I felt dragging it out would've diminished the moment. No one's really gonna care that much about how things line up to a chapter number. They're gonna be happy they got a big moment, and if anything, your ability to break this norm can keep readers on their toes.

- On the opposing ends of things, know when you have enough in a chapter to stop even if you know where you're going next. If you flushed out descriptions of someone's feelings or some scenery or whatever, and you feel you have enough? It's okay to stop writing and publish. Giving yourself more time to soak on ideas can improve the way you're going to pick up where you left off. I personally don't have a hard rule around this, but I tend to cut things off at the 15-20 page mark for a chapter of S&S D.

- If you feel like you're writing a filler chapter, think of ways it can build to your overarching story. You really don't need filler chapters if you think about it - even if you want to delay going somewhere specific. So if your work could be summed up when completed, what would you want someone to say? Think of ways you can slip in gradual storytelling from multiple angles - whether it be through plot or through some of the lighter moments (that may build to the heart of the fic like found family or dorm life or whatever). This can help breathe life into any chapter update.

- Remember that by taking your time, you're actually developing the voice of your writing and of the story. My original conception of S&S D and where it's at now are wildly different, and that's because there's no rushed time table. That goes for the storyline, the characters, the plot points - everything. LMAOOO, even the beach episode content is going to be very different because I gave myself permission to delay it until I figured out the exact roles I want Paldean Squad to play! It was a better decision that will lead to better characterization (even though I'm nonetheless very grateful for people's patience).

- Write on your timetable, not anyone else's. I occasionally put due dates on myself to get me going (e.g. by teasing a chapter update), but I never promise that I'll have chapters out on a weekly basis or whatnot for anything I write - S&S D related or not. This is deliberate. Life happens and the last thing you need is to write for the sake of writing and nothing else. I feel it's the easiest way to kill your passion if it becomes stressful for you.

- Lean into what inspires you. I find a LOT of motivation through comments, reactions, asks, fanart, etc., so I make it a point to respond to every comment on AO3 and engage continuously with the community on here and whatnot. I've also been loosely inspired by art pieces that have nothing to do with my work. This is just what works for me, though. Sometimes you might be inspired by other media, or maybe by things that you've seen or experienced in your own life. Whatever it is, draw from it.

Hmmm that's what comes to mind for now. Happy to give more later if they come up, & hope this helps! Best of luck with writing YOU GOT THISSSSS 🤗💛

[ckret2]

Hi there! I used to read your radiosnake fics religiously a few years ago and the lore you created for them was just so perfect imo I could never find any authors that scratched the same itch for me personally. I stumbled back upon your work again after watching the new show so I hope you don’t mind me asking about your older work - I was just wondering, if you were to write a sequel to CDIH would it feature Al and Pen rekindling some sort of friendship or romance? I know it would probably take a heck of a slowburn but I’m interested to know where you would’ve taken that story

I've got people following me for a fanfic I posted in 2008, I'm always happy to talk about older work.

I had a skeleton of a sequel outlined that I put on hold to wait to see what the show was like (and it's gonna stay on hold until I finish my current fic and am free to switch my primary fandom), but yeah, the goal was a slowburn reconciliation that leads back to romance.

90% of it would be dedicated to working Alastor around to the point where he decides a relationship is something he wants to choose for himself, rather than something he's unwillingly being forced into by his own treacherous heart.

After a betrayal like that, no big gestures nor lavish gifts nor daring rescues can win Sir Pent back. Big gestures and lavish gifts and daring rescues are cheap and easy for the Radio Demon—and he already gave Sir Pent plenty of those things back before he backstabbed him, so they can't be trusted. Theatrics and heroics are completely useless here. There's only one thing that could possibly win Pent over again:

~*emotional vulnerability*~

The only way back to where they were is by addressing and fixing the root cause of why things fell apart in the first place, and the root cause is Alastor being a cagey lone wolf who's scared of commitment and afraid of his own feelings. He's gotta be a big boy, honestly explain why he did what he did, and state in words what he actually wants now.

Which seems so small and easy. But we're talking about Alastor, here. He's not about to do something crazy like offer vulnerability and honesty until he's already tried and discarded literally every single other Hollywood-approved romantic gesture he can think of, up to and including attempting to win back all Sir Pent's lost turf as some sort of ridiculous courting gift. (It doesn't work. He takes it as an insult. "You don't think I can win it back myself?!" well, the past fifty years suggest no, but—)

In keeping with the theme of "it's Cold Day In Hell part 2, but it's a slow burn, so it's much longer," the tentative title of the fic would be Cold Wave.

[welcometololaland]

20 Questions aka. Oversharing on the Internet version 92840938

Thanks for the tag @rmd-writes - how did you know i didn't feel like doing work?

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

excluding the ones i've flagged for deletion (when i get around to it) - 46.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

972,000 and i'm going to hit a million by the end of the year! i have one co-written collab so we can subtract about 30k (ish) from that total (but with ALTA i'll still make a milly woohoo).

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Red, White & Royal Blue, 911 Lone Star, Top Gun Maverick (occasionally)

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

ah man this kills me because it excludes my most beloved fic (love game lol). in descending order:

Speak for Yourself (RWRB, my very first fic for that fandom! 2021 me in her study writing a random 3k first chapter could never have imagined being this lucky)

The Ring-In (with @dustratcentral) (911 Lone Star, this fic makes me feel like my Tarlos writing has gotten worse instead of better lmao)

Fifty First Dates (RWRB)

(Not) A Cinderella Story (RWRB)

Cursed is a State of Mind (with @dustratcentral) (RWRB, just about to hit 1k! there's something magical about an ifyoustay collab apparently)

jeez i never realised how RWRB heavy that is...

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Always. You put in the effort to comment on my work, I'm gonna put in the effort to reply to you. I appreciate comments so much, even if they're just emojis or one line or whatever. I appreciate every single one of them (except the mean ones).

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I don't usually go here, but I think it has to be Contaminated (RWRB).

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

99% of my fics have happy endings (except for the fic above lol) but I'd say the happiest ending is in (Un)Professional Services because they're So. In. Love. and they just *spoiler* together and they're about to *spoiler*.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Rarely and I usually ignore it or delete it (so there's no point doing it).

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

A Lot. Usually served with a heavy side of feelings - I like it when the smut drives the plot, when it helps the characters have those Oh Shit realisations. I'm also a sucker for explicit, enthusiastic consent.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I have written like 30% of a RWRB/Lone Star crossover that may never see the light of day because I keep forgetting about it.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

If I have, I don't know about it.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes! I've had a few of my fics translated by incredible people! Phonography, Warm Whispers and Baby, Make Your Move have all been translated and can be found above. I'm fine with people translating my fics, so long as they're linked to the original and remain on ao3.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes and I love it. I want to do it more often! @rmd-writes collab was an amazing experience. i've also loved working with @dustratcentral on so many of my more unhinged works.

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

I don't think I can choose between Alex/Henry and TK/Carlos.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Probably that damn crossover, unless there's like significant interest in me finishing it lmao.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Oh no. giving myself a compliment help. I would say worldbuilding. dialogue/banter. gratuitous feelings during sex.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

exposition. being concise. overwriting to the max @three-drink-amy (this is an attack on you as well but we are we).

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

i've done it before but to be honest i'm scared to. 1) i don't want to get it wrong. 2) i don't want to annoy my very talented friends that can speak other languages by asking them 10 billion questions lol.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

...I plead the 5th.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

Love Game. I don't care that it's not as popular. it's my child. Also, ALTA (because of the many tears that went into it). We are bonded by trauma.

open tag on this one and also calling: @reyesstrand @strandnreyes @heartstringsduet @alrightbuckaroo @three-drink-amy @goodways @iboatedhere @wandering-night19 @birdclowns @liminalmemories21 @indomitable-love @clottedcreamfudge @sherryvalli @cha-melodius @cricketnationrise @carlos-in-glasses @bonheur-cafe @theghostofashton @orchidscript @lemonlyman-dotcom @kiwiana-writes @freneticfloetry @sunshinestrand @nelsonnicholas @tailoredshirt @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut @lightningboltreader @hippolotamus @dumbpeachjuice @tellmegoodbye @ladytessa74 @louisii-reyes-strand @beautifulhigh @athousandrooms @villiageidiot @inflarescent @marjansmarwani @safeashousespdf @tintagel-or-cockleshells @sanjuwrites @lilythesilly @kiloskywalker @noxsoulmate

[soleadita]

Okay. Babe. My mutual in closest proximity. Talk to me about Stargate Atlantis pls.

OHMYGOD. okay. okay. i accidentally wrote you an essay. i'm not sure how much of it is coherent. i love u thank u for sending me this it made my night. <3

disclaimer: i'm so new. many people know much more than i do. and i still have about a season and a half left; i've been watching with a bestie so i've been forced to pace myself more than i would otherwise.

plot/premise: SGA is a spinoff of a movie (Stargate) and another show (Stargate SG-1). i was told, repeatedly, to watch the others first, but i'm impatient...i was a little confused but i got the gist eventually. ANYWAY. it's like...the lost city of atlantis has been located, except it's in another galaxy, and a group of scientists and military fools are going there for an expedition to like...explore/learn things? they're kind of in space, but it doesn't feel like that too much—by my standards, at least, and i am a known hater of media that takes place entirely in space. there's a team, they're a family, they get into Situations...u know the drill.

why i, specifically, enjoy the show:

john sheppard. JOHN. SHEPPARD. babe, i have not been this down bad for a character since DEREK HALE. im NOT KIDDING. i wanted to say more about him but i don't feel qualified enough to have my own thoughts yet. (or at least, i still feel shy about saying them out loud on the internet. i can and will go on and on about him in private, though.)

i did go into this for john sheppard. i will fully admit that. (i had a few mutuals who'd put him on my dash every so often and i could just tell he was gonna do me in.) HOWEVER. i am falling in love with nearly every single character. the character development is genuinely some of the best i've seen, and the way the team gradually turns into family who have each others' backs no matter what?? I'M EATING IT UP. (here is a video of the team, i CANNOT talk about each of them individually, i'd be here all night.)

john and rodney's dynamic is DELICIOUS. they're both obnoxiously intelligent (and they're both obnoxious, but in different ways). they annoy each other. they delight in each other's presence. they're teammates. they're best friends. they keep each other alive they'd do anything for each other they know each other better than they know themselves. (AND I KNOW I'M ONLY SCRATCHING THE SURFACE OF IT MYSELF, BECAUSE I HAVEN'T EVEN FINISHED THE SHOW.......)(here is a video bc there's no way my words are gonna do it justice.)(also here are more words.)

the fic is SO good, too, and it's been especially fun bc the authors of a lot of my fav sterek fics had also written for sga back in the day, and getting to read stuff from them that i hadn't read yet....aughhhh. i love fandom.

the dialogue is hilarious, the situations are WILD (cannot tell you how many times i've been like WHO WAS IN THE WRITERS ROOM HOW DID THEY COME UP WITH THIS), and generally i'm just having such a great time.

in conclusion (bc i'm cutting myself off here), i'm never really sure whether i should recommend things to people or not bc my own tastes are basically just whatever happens to hit the unpredictable switch in my brain, but GENUINELY it's just SO FUN. i'm having the time of my life. i cannot shut up about it. <3

[itspdameronthings]

Reflection ( Triple Frontier X On the Road crossover) Ch1

Summary: Finally at last i finished the first part of the story. was supposed to be a single story. Thought there should be more. Thanks goes to @artemiseamoon to inspire me to watch On the Road. Also reading her fic. First part of the story deals with Dean wondering to a bar to keep warm . instead he meets a family member . His brother.

Dean is beside himself. Sal doesn't want to see him. In his mind he is all alone. No longer married. Haven't seen his daughters. As for family? Not wanting to think about that now. Sure his brother William said he would be there for him. Where was he? Oh yes. In the Army. Haven't heard from him since he retired. Walking around the town, and get warm.suddenly he hears music playing . Nothing he hasn't heard before. Good beat,and yet soothing. Going inside to see a familiar face at the bar. William is older, but still looks the same.  Blue eyes,and blonde hair.  Only thing different is a tattoo on his left arm. Sitting on a barstool . Clearing his throat, " Fancin seeing you here. Thought you be back in California. " Turning around, " why would I do that? Wanna be like you? Using people ? Not knowing you have people that love you. Have news for you.  I'm willing to help your sorry ass. Yeah I know all about it.  Sal has been my regular customer. " leaning against the counter. Practically in his brother's face," what did he say? I wanna know!" 

Will just had enough of his mouth. Tugging on Dean's arm. He looks at his other friend, " Mind the bar Frankie.  Need to talk to my brother. " Frankie nods, You got it man. Good luck with that." The waitress comes over to the bar. Looking at the direction Will went. Taking a breath, " Nothing to worry about Lizzy, by the looks of things? Things might get a wee bit hairy." 

Frankie was right. Things got hairy. Will reached upstairs to his apartment.  One of four. After pushing Dean inside the apartment.  Will slammed the door," Sit your ass down, and listen to me! I'm not gonna tell you nada till you explain something to me! Why would you leave Camille and your daughters?! They love you dammit! " Dean got up from the couch," Had my reasons! Wanna find our dad! Okay! Guess ya never thought about him! All you could think about is defending our country more than your family!" Rubbing his face.  Pacing around.  Will calms down, " let's get one thing straight.  I needed to leave. Need to make a new life for myself.  Thought you would join me,but noooo…  you want to be a bum! Answer to your question about finding dad? Check the graveyard. Yeah, he died in prison for the very thing you were doing with that 16 year old.  " 

Dean was in shock. No wonder no one ever told him the truth. Chest heaving," shit! For years of looking! All I could have done was to look you up. As for my mistakes.  Don't know if she wants to see me. " Will sit down on the other side of the couch. Looking at his brother, " never hurts to call her. Tell her how you feel.  Might take pity on your soul." Dean nods," I'll do that now. Not till you tell me what Sal said." 

That's something Will doesn't want to tell him. Doesn't want him to know who Sal has been seeing. Actually gonna marry.Marylou. She didn't marry the sailor. Her heart belonged to Sal. Taking a breath, " Sal felt alone. He needed you when he was sick. Then it dawned on  him that it was time to start over. Clean slate. Ment meeting new people. Ment letting go of how I can say this without hurting you. " Dean finally got the picture. Sal doesn't want to be around him anymore.  Taking a breath, " I'm gonna call Camille.  Can ya give me some privacy?" 

Meanwhile downstairs the bar comes to life again. The band played lively music. People dancing around enjoying themselves.  Lots of dancing and hollering.  Will comes downstairs to see his friend,  Santiago playing guitar. Singing songs he has written himself.  Lizzy leans against the counter next to Will," how did it go upstairs? Did you accomplish anything? " looking at her with loving eyes. Hugging her to his side," Told him about my father, and what Sal told me. Actually not the real reason why he doesn't want to see Dean. Want him to see from a different pair of eyes. Thinking about giving him a job here and a place to stay.  He could stay in the vacant room." Kissing his cheek as she goes to take more orders to the customers, " You are a good man Willam Moriarty. Glad I married you. " 

The call to Camille didn't end the way he wanted. She still wants to see him. Only if he cleans up. Have a steady job.  To him it would be a hard thing to do.  If he wants to see the babies ,and her again? He would do anything.  Heard noise downstairs. Same kind of music that was playing earlier. Venturing downstairs to see what was happening.  Sitting on the step watching everyone having a good time.  Especially a vision on the floor.  Dancing in a way he had never seen before.  So expressive. Her movements tell a story. 

" You must be Dean. " looking up to see an older man with dark hair with wavy hair. Sitting next to him, " I'm Frankie by the way.  Served with your brother.  One playing the guitar  is Santiago.  Ladies love him. A chick magnet. Will told me you are working here. There are some rules you need to know.  No weed here. Even in the apartment.  No prostitution. We are doing this for you. Want you to sober up." Dean sighs," Thanks. Wanna ask you somethin. Who is that girl near Santiago?" Frankie nods in that direction, " someone you shouldn't be around.  That's his baby sister. Nona. She is a firecracker. My advice? Stay away from her.  If you want to accomplish your goal. " 

Dean watches her move around the room.  Way she sways to the beat is like he does. More he watched, the more turned on he got. Sadly , the music ends. Lucky for him since she went outside to get some air. Naturally he followed her out. The boys and Lizzy see him leave. Knowing what might happen next. 

Nona closed her eyes.  Relishing in the cool, night air. Felt good on her skin. Wrapping her coat around body. Looking up at the starry sky. So clear. Didn't know someone next to her. Looking down to see Dean. Rolls her eyes," Do you mind? Standing too close to me. If you want to get warm with me? Not gonna get that from me! Got that blondie?" Dean was taken back to her sass. How can someone so amazing to him come off like that to a mere stranger. Thought he would charm her. Get her story out of her. Looking at her. Not before looking up at the sky," Look doll, I'm not gonna do what you were sayin. Just wanna talk. Gonna be nice to me?" Looking at him with a glare that would scare anyone," Well, I don't want to chit chat with you.  Don't know you. Do I want to? No! " 

Dean's anger is about to come about. All he wanted was to chat with her. That's all. Went to pull her arm so he could look at her,"  Just wanna say you have nice moves on the floor. Something about the moves moves people, even me. Maybe we could .. you know.. dance together.  Show off our moves?" Nona smiles as she walks away from him," no fucking way! I dance alone!" Dean moans as he follows her inside to a nearly empty place.  Will and Frankie cleans the bar. Santi chats it up with his band mates.  Having that certain look in her eyes that signals Santi that she is in need of his guidance.  The others left to give them some privacy.  Leans her head on his shoulder, " Care to tell me what's wrong? I know the way you walked in just now. Does it have to do with that dude who went outside after you?" Very perspective Santi is.  His army training did some good.  Nona nods," yeah, the way he looked at me creeped me out some. Something is off ." Santi sighs," if it would help. I'll go and see who he is. So sit tight." 

Santi goes over to the bar. Eyes William and Lizzy chatting.  Cleared his throat, " Anyone of you know who was that strange looking dude going outside after Nona? She is kind of freaked out. " Both of them shakes their heads,  till Frankie bursts in after placing a tub of dirty glasses on the bar," That would be Dean. Ironhead's younger,and messed up brother. If I were you man?Keep a good eye on her. Since he is now living and working here. " Santi moans," Really?Are we now running a treatment center for the down and out? If that's the case? I'm bailing." William grunts as he slams his hands on the counter," I'm not doing that Pope! He is my brother! Want to help him! Shit! He has two beautiful girls that need their father! Want to sober him up. Maybe just maybe Camille would let him see them. Also to amend our relationship.  " Both Frankie and Santiago hugged him. Santiago goes upstairs, " I understand.  Sorry for what I said before.  Just want to protect Nona. " 

Shortly after Santiago goes upstairs.  Two other figures enter the bar. Sal and his soon to be Marylou.

[chaoticgardenbread]

Writing Questions Tag Game!

Tagged by @mischief-and-tea-by-the-sea - thank you for the tag! <3

What is your absolute all-time favourite idea you’ve ever had?

Erm, well. I don't think I have a favorite idea per se, because my longest fic is only at 25k words; so obviously, the plot itself isn't too extensive. For me, favorites are probably about how successfully those ideas translate into words, and how the process and result makes me feel.

Is there a question you’ve been asked in the past that really stands out to you and you still think about sometimes?

Hmm, I don't get questions about writing itself, but once or twice, I had people drop questions about the plot, and although I don't consciously think about those questions, I think they're kinda there in my subconscious, and it does help me pick out parts that might've benefited from being expanded/elaborated on. So really, ask away! <3

What is your favourite part of being a writer? What parts could you take or leave?

My favorite part of being a writer is about creating. I will admit that I sometimes have problems expressing myself irl- because I tend to only really open up to the people who really know me (and even that is a challenge sometimes). So to me, being a writer is being able to really express myself, as well as offer a peek into the jumbled pieces that make up my mind.

I'd definitely take all the friends I've made, including anyone who's bothered to follow me here, and anyone who has ever bothered to leave a comment on one of my fics. On the flipside, I could really do away with writer's block and being unmotivated about writing.

What is your greatest motivation to write/create?

Undoubtedly, my love for my ships. It's a double-edged sword as I tend to hyperfixate on a single ship and then I have problems finding enough food, which drives me to create some of my own- but I suppose that whole process helps me grow as a creator.

What do you wish you knew when you were first starting out writing?

Given that my first attempts were actually something that didn't spark joy for me and I never actually finished those drafts, I guess I wish I knew earlier that putting myself out there and sharing what I love is always gonna be okay, even if the attempts aren't that great. I can only keep getting better, after all.

What is your favourite story you’ve written TO COMPLETION? Link it if you’d like and can!

Help. I hate picking favorites, but hey, VanDieter is special to me and so is A series of firsts.

What is your favourite out-of-the-box quote?

A favorite quote? That I've written? I can't honestly be expected to remember all my quotes! But this question had me reminiscing, so here's one:

I think I love him.

That’s a lie and Wanda knows it.

Peter knows he loves Logan.

He’s fearless and he’s unapologetic and he’s all his . (The universe called it.)

“Shut up and kiss me already,” he demands. 

Logan complies, laughing fondly.

Which of your characters would you say has the most controversial mindset? Why do you say so and how do you personally feel about their ideals?

I'm guessing that this is for the characters that I've written for, so I'd have to go with Loki. To me, Loki is controversial because he's constantly struggling with his ideals. On one hand, he's all about self-love- taking what he pleases when he pleases, a staunch believer of his methods and mindset that he constantly reinforces to himself; like how his family isn't really his family and he doesn't need them. He proves that by showing he's much better off alone, and power is the only thing that matters-- and then there's this desperate need and want for everything he's dismissed as unimportant, which, yeah, well. It's a balance because Loki doesn't allow himself to acknowledge what he really wants (most times), even if it's to himself, because why bother when it's detrimental to himself, right? I mean, I can't fault him for his ideals (I just think Loki needs to keep better company).

If you, when you first started writing, met you now, what would younger you think?

That's... Less than two years ago, if you count from when I posted my first fic. But I suppose my younger self would be impressed by how focused I've been in churning out stories, love what I've done, and hope that I'll keep going :D

[tridentqueen]

I don’t want to give rise to anything now but have you ever felt completely burnt out? (Asking for aadd specifically but also in general). Like, I will have everything about a story planned out but I just can’t finish anything. Either I loose the motivation to write for that story or I just don’t know how to continue writing/ don’t have it in me to do so. And that happens when I'm around maybe 20k max. Embarrassing. You are nearing 300k (!!) and still going strong, I admire that hahah. Do you think you'll be able to continue giving us chapters till you finish this beast or do you feel like you need a break soon?

Pls if you have tips on how to avoid feeling burnt out or lose motivation and how to not take forever to continue a stroy, tell me 😩.

I normaly don’t read wips that may be left unfinished, I mostly read complete storys so I can be sure it does not include things I may not like (like a sad ending or sth) and I also just enjoy reading something with an actual ending. So I do get why people may get frustrated when I just abandon a fic, especially because its not 'life getting in the way' but just my lack of motivation. But I am sad too (very sad!!) when I notice writing a certain fic is not as fun anymore and feels more like a chore. I haven’t posted anything since almost a year because I have not managed to finish one single work, and I wanted to start posting my fics only if they are complete.

Very sorry for my rambling, I really really hope that you are gonna have fun writing aadd until the end! Love you 😗

Hi! First, nothing to apologize for! ♥️

I have absolutely felt burnt out both in general and writing aatdd, so you are not alone! And it’s not embarrassing at all to get to 20k and not be feeling it anymore. It happens!

One thing I remind myself when I get tired of working on the fic is “I’m not bored of the idea, I’m bored of this chapter.” And I’m sure you and any other writer can relate - some scenes/parts are just more fun to work on than others. When I do feel like I need a break, I take one! I either work on another idea or spend the evening doing something else. Sometimes you just need to not think about it.

Another thing that keeps me motivated is interaction from readers. It feels good to know people are enjoying my work, that people are waiting for me to update, and they’re excited to read a new chapter. I totally get that you don’t want to post until you’re finished, but getting nice comments really does provide motivation! I have a backlog of chapters (which is how I’m able to update so consistently), and I would recommend that for a lot of different reasons.

A good piece of writing advice I once received was “put it on the back burner, but don’t let it get cold.” Have you recently revisited a few of your fics? Sometimes time away can work wonders and you find that the idea excites you all over again.

For feeling like you don’t know how to continue, whenever that happens I skip the scene that’s giving me trouble rather than force myself to write something. That can help a lot, as well!

All that being said, you are never obligated to finish a work if you just fall out of love with the idea or have a lack motivation.

Did this help at all? I feel like my answer is a bit rambling.

[edotfightme]

The Harder Path That Could Have Been Walked

So I'm doing a live reaction to my own 10,000 word fic that I forgot I wrote. Link here. You'll probably have to read the fic to understand my reactions because I am not keying them to each part.

A lot of this is me complaining about my own writing.

Let's go!

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What the fuck are these tags? WHAT DO YOU MEAN KIND OF???

Why did I tag sad racoons?

Wtf do you mean "don't summon void dragons" why is that in the tags???

I finally got past the tags.

This is a lot of worldbuilding in the notes let me check how much. 540 words of worldbuilding in the tags alone.

Wtf where did I find that language what does it say?

I can't understand a single word that was said before it translated to English it doesn't really work for an effect like I clearly intended. Plus the paragraphing makes it hard to read.

Bruh the first part was badly written we're starting off strong.

Oh shit, I started recognizing the second part. Ish. Holy shit it's like a core memory was unlocked. I remember thinking this was super cool. Let adult (questionable) me be the judge of that.

Hang on I think I realized why the hook was so shit. I was trying to keep his identity hidden. Still sucked though but good on you younger me. Still too many paragraphing issues. This was before I sorted those out methinks.

Holy shit Technoblade was still alive when I wrote this. Just had a moment while I thought of it.

Eww more text I can't read. Gonna scroll to the bottom to see if I translated it. MF I DIDN'T TRANSLATE FOR EVERYONE???? Where is the fic on my computer I need to figure out the translation- I'll finish this first hold on.

Lmao Tommy got put in his place. Should've put some sort of descriptor on the text so people knew how the Piglin was talking and which ones were talking. It's too intuitive.

"What are they saying?" I wanna know that as well Techno.

I just looked for the document and couldn't find it. The meanings will be lost to time.

Oh shit I forgot about the racoons. I gave Tommy a ton of racoons. That must be the sad racoons I mentioned. Wtf am I going to do with a bunch of racoons???

I wish I didn't press 'enter' so much jfc. Learn to write a paragraph little me. Number 1 thing I'll tell myself if I ever time travel is to write a god damn paragraph. This is exhausting to read.

Ewww I forgot about "pog".

Lol he scared the shit outta everyone you go kiddo!

The references to the bits are actually pretty funny though. I just wish I could understand WHATEVER THE FUCK THE PIGLINS ARE SAYING!!!

Also the lack of racism in this book infuriates me. Don't get me wrong, I don't condone racism, but could they be just a tad bit more racist to properly set up that they are the bad guys. The cult stuff isn't enough. We need to really hate these guys. TREAT THEM LIKE SHIT!

Lmao Tommy just had a moment where he's just fucking experiencing a past life. Which is mood. Like when you're walking in a crowd and you lock eyes with a familiar stranger and you stop for a moment to stare, wondering who they could've been to you. But then the moment shatters and you're left standing with the broken remains of what could never be.

The pacing and plot convenience is shit though (where is the racism? The foreign and silent curiosity of who you are?) let me just continue the fic.

I WANT TO FUCKING READ THIS FIC NOT A TON OF GLYPHS! The whole fic will be like this god dammit. I didn't realize this was my era before I learnt how to write foreign languages.

Haha. The random moment where it's just gibberish and then "fuck".

For those of you who aren't reading alongside me, here's piglin dialouge for reference:

"ᛟᚺ! ᚺᛁ! ᛁᛟᚢ ᛊᛈᛖᚨᚲ ᛈᛁᚷᛚᛁᛊᚺ?! ᛏᚺᚨᛏ×ᛊ ᚷᚱᛖᚨᛏ! ᛗᛁ ᚾᚨᛗᛖ ᛁᛊ ᛉᛖᛈᚺᛁᚱᚢᛊ!"

wtf does that even say???

"... that good old pogtopia look in his eyes" what was younger me smoking???? I can picture the exact expression but jesus christ kid are you alright?

Why the fuck can Phil speak english? Are they all speaking a different language? What is happening right now?

"The door to their cell swung open and Mr "Goes missing and freaks everyone the fuck out but is fine since he joined a cult" runs in." Holy shit little me you fucking killed him.

"Don't worry mate you won't be sacrificed." What kind of reassurance is that? I know it's like that on purpose but it's terrible. The unknown is scarier than the known. That's what I was banking on with Sinners.

"Eventually, Wilbur stopped looking like he was 5 minutes away from war crimes and now looked like he was 2 seconds away from war crimes for a different reason." I'm sorry but these quotes are something else. Where is the comma? You could've made this a beautiful paragraph but it's just a sentence. DESCRIBE THE ANGUISH!

Which corner is Wilbur staring at? Shouldn't he just like... glare at Phil with murder in his eyes? Also why is Tommy the attack dog? I get that Wilbur is roleplaying a drama club goth but shouldn't Techno logically be the protective one here? Or them all trying to shuffle each other behind themselves like some weird fight. And Phil's just standing there confused and vaguely exasperated, like it's someone else's emotions.

Don't make me rewrite this fic I don't want to touch it again.

Lmao them being so distracted by roleplaying drama kid goths and they forget to escape. Most realistic thing I've seen so far.

WAIT THIS IS ME PRE-PANIC ATTACKS THAT EXPLAINS SO MUCH.

Plaininnit lol that's actually a good one. Also why are they answering? Make him fight for the info you muppets! But the mental disorders though.

What was the point of that entire prison scene? It looks like it served no purpose. It didn't move the plot forward at all! It just served to show us that Phil can also speak normal? Like- we could've had that later?

At last, a piece of dialogue I think I understand! The X must be an apostrophe then.

Why is Wilbur speaking in percentages? I should've had Techno's chat run a poll and the odds not looking too good.

Why is Phil in the cult council? Did I explain that? Idk if it was in the worldbuilding or later...

Why'd Tommy also shout in another language? What is with younger me and making reading difficult? I can tell why this one was so poorly recieved, nobody wants to translate a book to read it.

Eww I used "snapped" twice in the same sentence.

Why is Tommy suddenly mute now? I know I had a reason, I just can't remember it.

Hang on I gotta scroll up and read some world-building rq.

Wait fuck what is the techno quote??? oh right- "WELCOME HOME THESEUS!" Just got to the part where Tommy mimes his name across.

*to the music of where is the justice* "Where is the pacing?"

Why the music memory thing? I know what I'm meaning for the audience to ask themselves but why did I do that? I should've introduced that later on. It would've made a better plot.

Lmao the warped fungus bit was funny though.

Bruh I nailed the creepy elder thing on the head. I don't know why I'm just good at writing sleazeballs taking advantage of kids (not sexually, just in a way that grates uncomfortably against the reader). I don't know where that comes from.

WAIT I THINK I MIGHT'VE REMEMBERED A PLOT POINT! Are all of Wilbur's snakes lavaproof? Is that why I had the scene?

Oh that is disgusting what is wrong with you little me? I should've tagged cannibalism. It feels like cannibalism.

The pandora's vault Dream being grounded bit is funny and I live for it. Little me had ideas. Offputting ideas but ideas.

Lol Elder took the jukebox.

This is so uncomfortable to read but not in the way an Elder scene is. Just Phil thinking that Tommy's eyes being red means he's happy but it's fake. And Phil hating it when Tommy's eyes are blue is just tragic. Because it comes across as Phil hating it when Tommy is himself and then he's happy when Tommy wakes up brainwashed but Tommy came to him for comfort because he was fucked I just- Little me you are one messed up kid.

HAHA He named Cat "Dream" because it envokes bad memories.

Oh wait that's what the beneath the surface intention was. The surface reference was that the colours reminded him of the people.

Phil dropped Ancient Debris on his foot. Wouldn't it be fucked up if Mojang added a weight limit in Minecraft?

KRISTEN!!!!

The typos in her description though... I want to cry.

OMG KRISTEN IS HIS THING! That's actually adorable though. Little me knows how to make me aww.

More Techno vs the Warped Fungus bit I am living for it.

What is with the blue and red strobe lights that are Tommy's eyes? What is wrong with him? Little me? Explain?

Wait why is everyone just vibin in the castle? What's with that? Also Phil being a moron for Kristen and she's just being a little shit. Dream joined a nether fortress as well lmao.

Oh that's what the warped fungus bit joke was for. So he could still be lava-proof.

BRUH WHY DID I WRITE THAT??? I SPOILED THE PLOT TWIST!

Wait why are we singing ten duel commandments? Did I organize the ending to that song? that sucks.

OH MY GOD I WROTE A CHILD GROOMER??? Holy shit that is foul. I was a child when I wrote this. What the fuck? No wonder why I was getting the heebie jeebies. I literally wrote the Elder as a character that is grooming Theseus.

The wills part was so out of place idk.

Double use of worried kill me now.

Oh damn the Phil and Kristen scene hit. That one definetly didn't feel out of place.

OH SHIT I didn't expect Phil to pull Tommy out of his ass. The jail scene looks important now.

They found him. Chat. It's only a matter of time.

Aww trauma babies. Them all being so traumatized that they're fully on alert and watching for fireworks.

LMAO SHIT HITS THE FAN AND PHIL DIPS WHAT A CHAMP.

Also the fact that I'm pretty sure the Elder was placing Tommy into a drugged trance and basically hypnotising him is fucked up. Younger me you are messed up.

Kristen's entrance was pretty darn good. Like the crows being death and just everyone and everything knowing who exactly is gracing their halls is terrifying and excellent.

Philza for the save finally! Let's go!

Lmao Techno's mates at the Bastion being right bastards and telling the gossip I am living for it.

OH shit, the author notes at the end. The entire flock was there. Damn, Elder was not escaping with his life after grooming one of his kids.

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And that's it! I hope you enjoyed my commentary on my 10,000-word book. I actually found it enjoyable to rediscover my own book. I can understand how other people got put off by it but after slogging through the dialogue I couldn't fucking read it was a decent story. A few issues but overall a fun experience.

[totaldramafan-lauri]

*pokes head into Tumblr*

I-I'm back.....a-after a full day of constant teetering on the edge of anxiety attacks.......nnnnnn......n-not quite sure I'm fully r-recovered, b-but.......

I-I had no idea that posting the fic would take SO MUCH outta me.....b-but.....I-I was SO nervous.....L-like....more nervous that I'd ever been posting anything before.....

A-and I think I-I figured it out....

I-it's cuz....I-I've been working on this thing for SO LONG......a-and the whole time, it's been private (outside of chapter 1). S-so many times, whenever I'd type something I was ashamed of or thought didn't flow right, or I felt like I was hitting a wall.....Th-the thing I'd always say to calm myself down was "No one's reading it yet".....A-and that's why I was able to power through any rough spots, cuz it was private and I knew I could fix things whenever I wanted....

B-but....now....I can't do that anymore.....

It's out there.....

A-and I can't change that.

I know I should be proud of myself, and part of me is....but...another part of me, the entirety of yesterday, kept running through chapters 2 and 3 in my head, and going "This is what people will hate about THIS scene, and this is what they'll hate about THIS scene, and lemme give you a whole LIST of all the parts that they'll hate while we're at it! This part right here is boring, this part over here is too slow, this scene is too long! This bit of dialogue is off! Wow, you really should've thought this through better!!"

I-in particular, there's one part in chapter 2 that I kept fighting myself over. I typed it out, thought it looked weird, but decided to keep it, but that I MIGHT change it later. So, I kept going back to it, thinking "Is this in-character? Should I change it?" but every time, I just barely decided to keep it, mainly cuz I thought it did benefit the scene, and I couldn't think of anything better to change it with. B-but....I was still never FULLY satisfied with that part....and I still kept it, and now I can't change it- UGH-

B-before I did this, I was PROUD of chapters 2 and 3, but now.....NOPE!

M-my mind just isn't very nice to me now that I did this......I-I just really wanna finish chapter 4 as soon as I can for those who actually DID like it......c-cuz chapter 4 IS where the story gets a bit more exciting, hopefully-

I-I haven't checked AO3 at all since I posted it. I've decided to let it sit for at least three to four days. Right now, I'm willing to bet that the number of people who've read through the whole thing is in the single digits....I-it's so long, it'll probably take most people multiple sittings to read through, even if they like it.

A-and yeah.....i-if you did enjoy it, then.....th-thank you so so so much.....M-my fellow simps....M-my anxiety is so mean to me, but I know its wrong. I-I know this is something to be proud of....I-I just- c-can't be right now....I-I'm embarrassed and ashamed and....

I-I'm gonna be OK....I-I just need some time to cool off....

F-FrostyFest is in a few days.....That'll help.....

[fluffomatic]

Just go to Sleep!

Fandom: The Owl House by Dana Terrace

Characters: Hunter|The Golden Guard, Flapjack, Darius

Relationships: Hunter and Flapjack, Minor Hunter and Darius (Platonic only!)

Word Count: 832

Summary: Hunter just wants to study. Flapjack just wants him to sleep! Luckily the cardinal is very convincing when he wants to be. THIS IS A TICKLE FIC! IF YOU DONT LIKE THAT KEEP SCROLLING lee!Hunter, ler!flapjack, minor ler!Darius

Authors Note: Fuck it! This is how I'm gonna entertain myself on my LOA. Hunter tickle fics! The only thing keeping me from absolutely losing my mind while I'm stuck in bed!

"Look I know that you want attention right now but I'm very busy." Hunter groaned as he gently pat his cardinal on the head. "We can play later, I'm just starting to get a hang of these new glyphs Luz taught me." Hunter continued to scribble out the patterns on his notebook, activating the spell and jotting down the results. Flapjack peered out the window of Hunter's new room at Darius' place, squeaking at the teen with a disappointed and worried tone. Hunter followed the birds gaze at the moon. "Ah yea yea I know it's late. I'm almost done! Just give me five more minutes-OW!!" He squealed as the bird flew up and tugged on that single patch if loose hair. "I get it! Okay!!" Sighing he set his pen down and closed the notebook.

"Happy now? I'm finished. Now go lay down I'll sleep in a moment, just gotta clean up." He turned back over to desk as the bird let out another annoyed squeak. Hunter refused to turn back, he just continued to fuss around with his stuff. Flapjack continued to chirp and fly around Hunter's head trying to get his attention, yet the boy refuses to look at the bird. Eventually he lands on the teens shoulder and pecked behind his ear. "ACK-! W-Wahahait!! Wait wahahait!!" Hunter squeals and gently bats at the bird, and the bird quickly catches on to what's happening. He chirps happily and nuzzles behind the witches ear. "Eeehehehhehehaa!! *snort* Noohohoho!! Flapjack!! That tickles knock it oohohohoff!" The teens can barely hold back thr flood of giggles pouring out his mouth, the feathers lighting up every nerve in his ear. He scruches up his shoulders and falls forward , resting his head on his desk and buried in his arms, trying to quiet himself so Darius doesn't hear.

His muffled giggling continues as the bird quickly readjusts to snuggles into the crook of his neck and rest his head behind his red ear. Flabjack coos as he hears a squeak and a snort pulled from the boy, plus a muffled embarrassed groan. Seeing this was never gonna get his witch to go to bed, Flapjack decides to play a little mean. The cardinal swoops up and dives into Hunter's shirt, flapping all round his torso. Hunter screeches flying out of his seat and into his bed, squirming around as feathers attack all over his stomach. "AAAAHAHAHHAAAAA!! *snort* PLEASE PLEEHEHEHEHEEASE THAT TICKLES!! AAHAHAHA IT TICKLES SO MUUUHUHUCH!! GET OOHOHOHOUT OF THERE!! NOOHOHOHO!!" His legs kick against the bed, hands tugging at his hair, squirming around bust desperately trying not to squish his friend. "YOU WIIHIHIHIIN!! YOU WIN I'LL SLEEEHEHEHEHEHEEEP!! NO MOOHOHOHORE! AAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA! *snort*"

"Uuugh kid why are you making so much noise? It's like, 3.....a....m?" Darius steps into Hunter's room to see a mass flapping around in the boys shirt and Hunter, laughing like a mad man. Darius can't help but chuckle. "Kihihid. What's going on in here?" Hunter screeches and hides his face. "SHUHUHUHUT UP!!! JUST HELP MEHEHEHHAHAHAAA!! NOOHOHO FLAPJAAHAHAHACK NOT THEEEHEHEHEHERE!!!" He pulled at his shirt trying to wrestle the red demon out. Darius rubbed his eyes and sighed. "Must I do everything around here?" He walked over to his kid and reached into his shirt and gently pulled out the chirping palismin. "There we are. Better now?" He asked, petting Flapjack to calm him down. Hunter rolled to his side and rubbed at his stomach. "Yohohohou suck Flapjahahack..." he giggled. Darius releases the bird and he quickly nestles into his normal spot atop the pillow pile. "Now well why was your bird tickling you like that at this hour?" Darius asks as his gaze shifts to Hunter's cluttered desk, than back to Hunter. Hunter blushes embarrassingly at the pointed glare and shrugs. "Just to b-be annoying I guess...ow hey!!" He squeaks as the bird pecks at his head. "Okay okay! I maaay have been up a little late tonight practicing my glyphs." Darius sighs "Am I gonna have to give you a bed time now? No wonder." He rubs his face and sighs. "Look I know you want to do magic but sleep is more important." Hunter just shrugs and looks away. "Yeah yeah I know." Darius rolls his eyes. "Good. Cause Flapjack here isn't the only tickle monster in this house!"

At that his clawed hand pounces on Hunter's tummy ands scratches a around. "Aaahahahahahaaa!!! Noohohoho okay okay I knooow!! *snort* Pleeheheheheeease I cahahahan't take muhuhuhuch more of thiiiiihihihiis!!!" He pushes at the evil hand, squirming, trying to lessen the tickling. Luckily the monster was merciful as he pulled away. "You're lucky I'm too tired. Now get some sleep kid. We can practice your glyphs together tomorrow morning. That sound good?" Hunter nods sluggishly. "I-I'd like thahahat." He snuggled further into his bed, Flapjack resting his tiny head a top Hunter's. The two are out as soon as their heads meet. And if Darius snapped a few pictures? Hunter never had to know.

[fonulyn]

So I'm reading this sad Chreon story - as one does (it's me, I'm one) - and I just had the weirdest epiphany? Like, I dunno, it's probably dumb and far from a hot take or some eye opening character analysis no one has done before but I noticed that people (including myself, so like not saying this in any kind of bad way) tend to write Leon as stand offish, apathetic, and cold. Like this story stated it specifically, said something along the lines of "this is what Leon gets for cultivating a reputation for being unapproachable, apathetic, and indifferent" and the insinuation there is that he's done this on purpose, put on this front to seem unaffected by things when in the presence of others, and I think it's pretty true for his character. Like anything post RE2, Leon is kind of. I dunno, I wanna say deadpan? He seems to express v little emotion, and when he does it's usually in the form of a quip, one-liner, or snarky come back. Sometimes awkward small talk lol. But it feels like he's built this wall, this persona around himself, not just to protect himself from losing more people (bc he probably sees it as some kind of inevitability, and with his track record I certainly wouldn't blame him), but to protect people from him. This poor man has spent so long fighting, trying to save people, and even tho he saves the day in the end, so many people get lost in the process, and Leon feels every single loss personally. Right off the bat we see it every time someone dies in RE2, then again in RE4 with Luis, who he knew for a short period of time and yet mourned so heavily for, and even Krauser to an extent. Leon is someone who is quick to trust, even as he gets older, and we see that in RE Vendetta, too. Like that's probably one of the big reasons he's so devastated after losing his team. Not only was he entrusted with a group (which doesn't happen often, as far as we have seen), but he probably put his trust in them as well, including Petrucio, the man who betrayed them. I just think Leon is such a complex character who hides so much of himself (which is convenient for bad writers at Capcom who can't write good dialogue to save their lives lmao, but I also think it's a decent part of his character now), probably so what happened in RE2 doesn't happen again. Bc that shit was probably so traumatizing, and Leon was still a baby! I'm only a year older then he was at the time of RE2 but like, as humans our brains don't finish growing until age 25, so that kind of trauma at that age is for sure gonna stick with you, and it seems he picked up some unhealthy coping mechanisms from it that's more than just his drinking problem. Anyways I guess I just wanted to rant about how Leon is the most "emotionless" character in RE but in reality he feels and cares so much, so much so that if he doesn't put up that mask of indifference then he'll destroy himself. This man would die so that others could live, he's saved the world multiple times without a care for himself past the need to finish his mission and keep as many people as possible safe. He's such a tragic character and I love him so goddamn much, like he's one of those characters who you aspire to be like, in a way. Selfless, capable, dependable, reliable, smart, passionate, caring. And some of this might be my own character building I've done based off of other headcanons and character analysis posts and stories I've seen, but I do think we see a lot of this in the canon content, too. I just really love Leon S Kennedy, okay? He makes me sad but also so so happy and I love him v much, he is a big time comfort character for me. Sorry for the rant, just needed to scream about this with someone who would understand lol 😅

oh anon, I get you, I dooo. I think that you're right in that Leon has kind of this shell around himself because it's the only way he can cope. but there are so many cracks in his shell, and he lets people in so readily even when it would stand to reason that he shouldn't trust anyone anymore. he gets attached to people lightning fast, and he'd die for them even when he's barely met them.

this borders on headcanon territory, definitely, but I tend to often write him as someone who gets attached easily and falls for people easily (be it friendship or romantic or anything), but then he doesn't know how to properly let people in because he's got his defense mechanisms, he's trying to keep himself from breaking, and what if he truly lets someone past those walls and then another disaster strikes and he never recovers from it?

and I think it shows a lot in how he's so awkward with small talk, he can throw in one-liners and dad jokes and try to keep his own (and anyone else's) spirits up with that. but oh man. beyond that? the boy doesn't know how to naturally talk to people. (even like in Infinite Darkness, with Claire, I think his "don't do anything stupid" was 100% meant to be a joke, both times, but it just didn't exactly land perfectly. poor awkward bby)

but like even though he might put up this unaffected front, he's still so very expressive? like... if you really pay attention to him? he's far from actually an expressionless and cold person. he just isn't very loud about it. (i was just going through ID screencaps yesterday and while Shen May is talking and Leon is on the background, he goes through such a journey in expressions alone :'D)

AND HE CARES. like, for example in Infinite Darkness, he sees Patrick is shaken and the first possible moment he has, he immediately asks him if he's okay and takes a moment to reassure him. they're in a hurry, he's supposed to get going and not check up on a guy he's never even met before, but he does it anyway. and I think it speaks a lot of his character. he's quick to offer support and comfort, and he genuinely tries to be there for others the best he can. he desperately needs someone to listen to him in turn, seriously. give him emotional support, damnit.

and I wanna highlight what you said:

in reality he feels and cares so much, so much so that if he doesn't put up that mask of indifference then he'll destroy himself. This man would die so that others could live, he's saved the world multiple times without a care for himself past the need to finish his mission and keep as many people as possible safe.

because yes. 100%. also this:

he's one of those characters who you aspire to be like, in a way.

like. yes. there was this one meme thing going around which was basically like asking if you feel like you're like your favorite character and I'm just. I fucking wish I was one tenth of what he is :'D

I know not even he is perfect, c'mon, no such thing as perfect people exist (not even in fiction, or if they do then they'd be really damn boring :'D). i'm not trying to claim he has no flaws, or that he never does anything wrong. he has and he does. but the amount of genuine caring he shows and how hard he tries to do the right thing? truly awe inspiring.

i just. I'm right there with you. I love him so damn much. and that's why I spend most of my time writing fic where he gets at least some of that happiness he deserves :'D i need him taken care of, damnit, and if canon doesn't give him good things then i damn sure will.