#also sorry for self insert cringe it will happen again

[madame-mongoose]

may have gone a bit insane

#hes just so fun to draw okay #gahhhh #also sorry for self insert cringe it will happen again #wheatley #wheatley portal 2 #portal #portal 2 #my art #self ship #monnley

[kevcanwait]

My child (not actually, she’s an old school mate and I love her so much as if she’s my own child, I’m too young) posted something on her insta and I loved it and this is the inspiration.

Deciding to do Hyung line and Maknae line for once. This is also my first, I think, time doing a quick shot like this with all the members separate. Also, before I decided to write the two separate groups, I almost forgot to write Changbin’s 😅 Also…Have a reader post for once…since I only post inserts (sorry bout that)

“Hey, Chan, do you want an apple slice?” Mn asked, slicing said apple as Chan walked into the kitchen. “Sure.” He sat at the kitchen island and expected to have one placed on his palm but instead Mn grabbed his jaw, turning Chan to face him. The apple slice in between Mn’s teeth was moments away from just jamming against Chan’s lips with how quick he appeared before Chan opened his mouth and took the other part of the apple.

His eyes widened, staring at Mn whose eyes remained on Chan’s mouth. He realized Chan hadn’t bitten yet and smirked, biting the slice himself before pulling back and walking back over to the rest of his apple while chewing. After he finished cutting his apple, he looked back to Chan, he was chewing the apple but slowly, seemingly still trying to process what just happened.

“M-Mn?” Chan said softly before the male walked out of the kitchen, he turns around, hand stilling mid air as he went to take another bite of his snack. “Yes?” He smiled, taking a bite from the slice in his hand. “C-Can I have another slice?” Mn chuckles and walks back over to Chan, smiling as he took Chan’s jaw into his hand again and leaned in.

He never grabbed another slice and he ended up having to throw the rest of his apple away as it turned brown.

Lee Know is sassy, Mn knows this. He was simply wanting to share his snack.

“Min, you want a slice?” He asked, chewing on the bite he just took and reaching a slice up to the dancer who stood next to him in front of the couch in the dressing room. “Sure.”

He took the slice but then looked at it and smirked. “It’s your last one though, we can share it.” He said when he saw the male ball up the trash the slices were in and throw it away in a nearby bin. “Oh, sure.” Mn thought Lee Know would just break it in half but shock took over his features when Lee Know leaned over him, left hand holding himself up next to Mn’s head on the back of the couch as his right hand brought the slice up to his mouth and he leaned forward.

Mn panicked but ultimately took the other half between his teeth. He suspected Minho purposely left him a small half as their lips just barely touched as he took a bite, still staring at the slice before he looks up to Minho’s eyes which were full of mischief. “You’re welcome.” He said and walked off chewing the apple.

“Damn it, Min…” Mn muttered to himself, his hands flying to his burning face as he hides his flustered grin and his soft giggles.

“Mn, can i have some of your fruit?” “Why?” “Please?” Mn honestly could never resist Changbin’s aegyo, the male pulling his cute voice, asking for the fruit again and just being his goofy self.

“Oh my goodness.” Mn cringes but he can’t help but laugh at his antics. They were sitting on the couch in the practice room, other members either relaxing on the floor, getting drinks, or using the restroom.

“But Bin, it’s not my fault you don’t prepare your own snacks before leaving.” The rapper pouts, slouching into the couch slightly as he crosses his arms. “I’m sorry, Bin. That came out ruder than I intended. Would you like a slice as an apology?” Changbin couldn’t resist the small smile on his face as he nods.

Mn took an apple slice out of the snack baggy he put them in and Changbin held out his hand but Mn slapped it away, confusing him before he said a quick “Just open your mouth.” and Changbin thought he was just gonna feed him. He was…but not in the way Changbin thought.

He did what Mn said before he let out a noise of shock when Mn put the slice in his own mouth before leaning forward. Although shocked and slow to react, Changbin took a bite from the apple then Mn pulled away smiling at his shocked expression.

“Yah! Why’d you do that?!” He yelled around the apple and Mn laughed. “Cause you’re cute when you’re flustered.” The male smirked and took another bite from a slice he took out of the bag before putting the remainder away in his duffle, deciding to be extra cheeky and tilt Changbin’s head up by his chin and confidently stealing a chaste kiss from him as he walked by him over to the members that have returned.

Changbin’s face had a tint of red as his eyes followed Mn’s figure. “Hyung, why is your face so red?” Felix asked him as Mn smirked behind the boy. “Yah! Don’t worry about it!” He shied away but was still his boisterous self. Mn laughed and shook his head.

Maybe he’ll share more slices with him later…

Hyunjin is a drama queen. (This has nothing to do with his part, he’s just dramatic)

Mn had been the only one awake in his dorm, or so he thought. He got a text from Hyunjin while he was getting a late night snack, asking him why he was making so much noise. Mn replied back asking why the dancer was still awake and he sent a photo of him sketching something. Mn shook his head, he thinks Hyunjin should be asleep and not drawing but he just shrugs and asked if he could join him, which he said yes and to bring him a snack too.

He was almost done slicing his mango when he asked if the male wanted some of his mango cause he didn’t want to make another and he said it was fine.

After washing his hands and grabbing the plate and a fork, he walked to Hyunjin’s room, not knocking and just walking in while quietly closing the door behind him. Hyunjin was curled up in his chair in a way that looks uncomfortable for anyone else, one leg hanging off the chair and the other pulled up so his knee was at his chest as he leaned closely to the sketchbook on his desk, left hand on his raised knee with his chin resting on the back of it. He was very squished on himself and Mn found it kind of amusing.

Hyunjin hadn’t noticed him walk in, Mn now noticing the headset on his head. He smiles, picking up a slice and walking over to Hyunjin. He sets the plate down, seeing Hyunjin glance over but not look at him, before moving his left hand to almost place his palm on his throat but his thumb and finger grab his jaw, tilting his head up to look at him. Hyunjin’s eyes widen as he looked at his eyes, then the slice in between his lips before Mn leans down, Hyunjin taking the slice last minute and slowly takes a bite, his thoughts still trying to catch up with him.

Mn went to pull back when Hyunjin stopped him. He tried to speak after chewing the rest of the bite but no words came out. “Want another?” Hyunjin hesitantly nods and Mn grabs another piece. He went to do it again but Hyunjin stopped him, grabbing his hand to put it back under his jaw and Mn huffs a laugh before getting close enough for Hyunjin to take another bite but he got closer, taking his half before fully kissing Mn.

Hyunjin forgot about his sketch and Mn’s snack was well shared.

#bleh #random #my brain is weird #straykids #stray kids #bang chan #hyunjin #lee know #seo changbin #stray kids x male reader #straykids x 9th male reader #stray kids x member male reader #bang chan x male reader #lee know x male reader #lee minho x male reader #seo changbin x male reader #hyunjin x male reader

[mye-chi]

6 and 29 for the ask game!

oh i didn't expect to recieve any questions but i'm flattered regardless! ૮( ⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝)ა

06. what are your favorite and least favorite skins?

in no particular order these are my top seven favorite looks!

i think nekoette and dmitri are cute next gen designs without being a complete copy of their parents! i especially adore the white cat ears, light blue hair, and pink clothes that nekoette has, it's very pleasing to the eye.

likewise zoey got such a massive glow-up in s2 oh my goodness. i much prefer this color palette compared to the darker, saturated colors she used to have and the bright pink lips she had (only brendan and ginger laurance pulled off having lips imo). the clothes she wears are very cute too, really fits communicates that she's an elf.

rebirth aphmau my girl, my gal, my beloved!! i just think the markings are just such a great way of elevating her base design and immediately setting her apart from the other characters. equally i also really like the cocomau irene design, trading out the pale blues for a bright purple speaks to me.

i think lo's skin is a bit too pink and his new skin has his eyes way too blue, but as a general skin? prettier than the entire male cast. garroth who? laurance what? don't know them sorry.

i know the blue jacket laurance's skin is just an outfit template but oh my god does he pull it off well. my absolute favorite out of all of his clothes and you can pull that from my cold, dead hands.

AND I DON'T KNOW WHO THE PHEONIX DROP DAYS GIRL IS BUT OH MY GOD??? PRETTIEST DESIGN BY FAR??? when i stumbled across a photo of her my jaw dropped i was so shocked. girl, are you single i'm asking for a friend.

i also really like the kitty cat maid cafe butler uniforms for uhm. no reason. no reason at all!

...i'm not doing a top seven least favorite looks. these two are such a horrific crimes against fashion that the other mid looks weep in comparison.

they just straight up yoinked brian's skin and gave him four belts in return. what is that horrid chain mail texturing. an entire team of people allowed this look to happen. shame on all of you.

and don't even get me started on laurance. look at this guy. look at what he's wearing. laurance sweetheart honey babe. there's no way cadenza let you leave the house looking like that there's no way.

29. any general unpopular opinions?

oh boy this is long.

too many people are weird about jessica having a self-insert. there's a huge difference between not liking how jess's personal feelings have been a detriment to the series and vehemently saying you hate her for daring to include herself and her interests on her own channel.

"she's such a narcissist for including herself in everything" "why does she project herself so much on aphmau?" "i can't believe she stole her name after a final fantasy character—" personally i think it's based to get a shitton of money from role-playing your overpowered mary sue. cringe culture is dead and no this does not make me a jess supporter for not whining endlessly about the smallest shit. not all criticism is valid and i'm allowed to disagree with it.

also i find it tiresome when people endlessly complain about canon, prop up their rewrite, and said rewrite is just a bunch of bullet points on a google doc. which isn't to say that you aren't allowed to critique jess, i'd be a massive hypocrite if so, but atleast she actually made something. way easier to critique a piece of fiction when it actually exists (and on the same note, most rewrites aren't my cup of tea compared to just rewatching rebirth! which isn't to say that they're bad but i haven't found one that's of the same quality or pursues the same avenues that rebirth does. which, again, not a bad thing and absolutely understandable.)

and also i think it's fucking laughable whenever people rightfully complain about the problematic shit in canon but then keep/add problematic stuff to their rewrites. if i see another "🥺 omg laurance touching his s/o face" post i'm setting myself on fire.

...also i don't like younger dante hcs after someone tried arguing that he's canonically a child to defend putting him in a grooming subplot (no the fuck he isn't). i think the idea is nice and has a lot of potential but i'm probably never going to pursue the idea myself or interact with it from now on.

#hm i think i come off as unpleasant near the end but its unpopular opinions and i don't think i should tip-toe around those #like my feelings on jess aren't out of any admiration for her it's because she's a writer and i would defend any other writer the same #and ohhh boyyy can you tell im still mad at being called a jesson supporter. whoever said that personally fuck you #( 💌 ) ⸻ frills answers

[camellia-salazar]

Here's a new series of colored in digital doodles.

I'm calling them White Sheets (mostly because it's just a white background and nothing more, it's gonna be a series of drawings I'll be drawing and posting, also to organize in the tags and such).

I will also talk about the drawings. It's because a lot of these will be relating to my multifandom story but it could also be random drawings of some random characters I felt like drawing so idk.

I might also post 5 pages at a time (like what I did with my first batch which was just my kin list, that could be the pilot of this series idk).

So here we go.

Toriel comforting Orel because the thought of his mother not giving him motherly love ached my heart so I drew this (this could happen in the multifandom story).

Also Bluey because she's one of my favorites to draw recently. I've realized (while posting this) that I've drawn her and her sister a lot. Mostly her tho. Idk the show made her animation and design satisfying to watch and look at.

I wanted to display the brotherly love that Timmy and Poof had (and I love how the characters hug each other in the show so that's also why I drew this).

And I also wanted to see my recent depiction of Moomintroll. He looks alright I hope. Idk I guess he's one of my favorites to draw as well. I draw him when I can't think of any other characters to draw kinda like Popee.

I couldn't help but draw Murdoc for once. It has been a while since I last doodled him and I wanted to draw him digitally. But I was mostly drawing him because of @imtryingmybestbutimscared . So thanks for the inspiration mate! 👍✨

I've also wanted to see my version of Warren too. Idk if I should like or dislike him. He was.. fine until he got all up on Yellow's business. But he has a worm in his brain (I guess) so who knows with this guy.

Baldi because I originally wanted to draw a different character from what I usually draw, but then after a while from drawing him and listening to fan songs of the game I became a fan of it again so.. yeah I'll probably draw more characters from the game or something idk.

Bingo and Yellow Guy are here too because I've always thought of them as friends in my multifandom story mostly).

Nicky because I like him and I wanted to see my version of him in my recent art style I guess (and I'm pretty sure that drawing Yellow Guy keeps making me want to draw him as well, maybe other puppet characters too but mostly Nicky).

And that's me and Ezekiel. I don't usually do self inserts (especially draw them digitally and post them) but it's also for the multifandom story (yes I even get sucked into it). Me and Ezekiel are best friends in this story btw (yeah I know it's "cringe" to some but don't at me ok?).

Edit: I almost forgot to mention that I'm wearing my comfort hoodie in this.

Sorry if you didn't want to read all of this.

Thank you so much if you did read it! 👍💖✨

#multifandom #White Sheets #undertale #moral orel #bluey #the fairly oddparents #moominvalley #gorillaz #dont hug me im scared #dhmis show #baldi's basics in education and learning #baldi's basics #avenue q #self insert #total drama #toriel dreemurr #orel puppington #bluey heeler #timmy turner #poof cosma #moomintroll #murdoc niccals #warren the worm #warren the eagle #baldi #bingo heeler #yellow guy #nicky avenue q #camellia salazar #td ezekiel

[theclassclone]

Request Guidelines and Status

[Requests: Closed]

**Please note that this list can and will be updated as time goes on. There are things I didn't think of to add and they will be added if you come up with them. And if you have any questions PLEASE ASK ME.

Request Guidelines, Below The Cut:

Please Provide the Following

WHO? Character, Reader (with preferred Gender and Pronouns), my OCs. RELATIONSHIP? Familial, other Platonic, Romantic. PLOT. What do you want to see happen during this piece? Does it take place during an episode? Prompt? Additional Information. Do you want some angst or fluff sprinkled in alongside the PLOT? If there is no provided PLOT, do you want angst or fluff? Use this space to also let me know any additional information I should touch on that you want included in the story.

What I Will Write

ANGST FLUFF RELATIONSHIPS: As I mentioned above, I will write Familial, Platonic, and Romantic relationships. READER INSERTS: Please include Gender and Pronouns. I do tend to default to Female because I am Female and that is what I do for some reason. I'm about as inclusive as Abe, you need to spell it out for me. OC INSERTS: If you like one of my OCs enough to want to see more of them, by all means, ask for it. I do not typically write for anyone else's OCs (this is largely due to the fact that I know my own OCs, not yours and for some reason in the past people didn't understand that they needed to tell me about their OC). But this is Clone High, this is cringe, this is satire and parody. If you really believe in me, send me your OCs. If you, for some demented reason, think your OC and my OC need to interact, by all means, I will write it. Additional Things. Disabilities, Insecurities, Episodes, Crack Fics.

What I Will NOT Write

(granted, this does not account for Clone High typical violence/injury/etc).

(If you see something on this list that you want, i.e., abuse and want to see if I'm open to what you have in mind, literally just ask me. You have SOME wiggle room with Clone High, the worst I'll say is no lol. I use this guideline across all fandoms, but there are definitely things I won't budge on like incest and smut. My uninterested ass won't say yes).

SELF-HARM: You can ask for this as part of a backstory, but not ongoing. EATING DISORDERS: You can ask for this as part of a backstory, but not ongoing. INCEST ABUSE: We can discuss this because of the implications and nature of Clone High. You have wiggle room in this fandom. It is very dependent on what you want, this is literally only here because I cannot write to save my life, otherwise it wouldn't be here, NGL. SMUT/LEMONS/LIMES & SIMILAR: Just because I'm an adult, who may or may not have first-hand experience, does not mean I know how to write about it. Also, I straight up don't find the appeal in writing or engaging IRL. Personal thing. POLY-SHIPS: No hate, just because I am an adult, does not mean I have first-hand experience or even know someone in this type of relationship. Personal thing, again. CHARACTERS: There is a list of CHARACTERs that I will not do; this is subject to change, and I know for a fact I am missing exclusions:

Gandhi (No Romance, sorry ladies, until the G-spot returns to canon, I'm afraid there's nothing I can do, you're luck you get anything)

Candide Sampson (She's not canon to me LMAO)

Marie Curie

Genghis Khan

Vincent van Gogh (No Romance)

Nostradamus

Moses

MLK Jr (No Romance)

Malcom X

Sigmund Freud (I'm a psych major. So, if you know, you know)

OTHER THINGS: At this time the only other thing I will typically turn down is Character/Character, I typically do these in the sense of CHARACTER A is the child of B and C. Clone High is a different breed of fuckery, so you never know.

**GIF not mine**

#request guidelines #fanfic request guidelines #clone high request guidelines #clone high fanfic request guidelines #theclassclone request guidelines #drstrangefictions request guidelines #yes thats my other account and my ao3 name deal with it

[simptasia]

May I request buffy for the dashboard osmosis if you haven't seen it? Or if you have then steven universe

i'll do buffy

isabel, i like and respect you. but i hear about buffy a lot on tvtropes (in fact tvtropes started as a buffy fansite??) and almost everything i hear sounds... bad. it sounds like a cringe show. i'm sorry

i haven't seen it at all so thats not fair of me. but. yeah

or maybe the show isn't cringe but the fandom is. or both. hmm

buffy the vampire slayer was a 90s supernatural show made by joss whedon at his peak LOOK IM A FEMINIST fuckery

it stars sarah michelle gellar (who i know primarily as daphne in the live action scooby doo movies, and that bitch from cruel intentions) as buffy summers. and she's The Slayer. slayers are like chosen ones, and its a title thats passed on for i dunno hundreds of years

slayers... slay vampires, i presume

she talks in a specific manner hence the trope Buffy Speak. it's basically like a weird simple talky thingy (that was buffy speak)

one of the characters is willow rosenberg played by allison hannigan. and as a bi activist engrossed with fiction, i have certainly heard of this character. basically, she's the poster child for The 90s Being Weird About Bisexuality. as she was into dudes and then she's into a girl and the show is weird about it and she's Suddenly Lesbian. and like, yes, lesbians discovering themselves after dating dudes is totally a thing but thats not the logic being used here, it's just awkward biphobia. oh yes. i've heard much about willow and tara

tho, willow/tara is a case of Fair For It's Day

seth green played oz, a sardonic werewolf of little words. he was the dude willow was into before her bisexuality activated

david borealis and james marsters are angel and spike, they're two vampires that buffy is super into and i get the vibe that their love triangle is like a Big Thing in this show and/or the fandom. angel is the "good" one, spike is the bad one. i read that buffy and spike raped each other (with the buffy raping spike being played for laughs because life is a fucking nightmare). so that's fucked

angel got his own spin off called angel and one time angel became a muppet in it. i approve

angel is one of those brooding "i can never be good, theres no hope for me" types of vampires. the kinda guy tailored for certain women to be like "ohhh i can fix him" or whatever. it's kinda funny. on the flipside i assume spike is for the "mmm i don't wanna fix him" types

this is before this type of thing was subject to parody

there's some blando guy named xander, i think he's a nerd and meant to be an audience self insert. i've seen ppl say he has nice guy syndrome but i dunno how true that is. dunno who plays him

anthony head plays rupert giles, he's the exposition and mentor dude. makes dry remarks and spouts encouragement, i think

charmed, a show i love, apparently stole buffy's vibes a lot

buffy is the first show where somebody used google as a verb. as in "googled"

theres a musical episode wherein dancer and singer hilton battle Absolutely Fucks. oh and everybody has musical numbers, including one that ends with tara levitating from cunnilingus. this was noteworthy because sapphic characters being sexual was actually rare in mainstream media in the 90s. again, fair for it's day

oh, this is a monster of the week show where some overarching story each season. doug jones made a few appearances

i get the impression that buffy is one of those shows that has good actors and concepts but fucky writing. it happens, i feel you

is buffy a cheerleader or did i imagine that. i might be thinking of heroes (which also suffered from great acting, fucky writing)

anyways thank you for your time

#i've actually absorbed a decent amount of buffy. because i exist in internet fandom circles #this was stream of conconious writing #whenever i remembered something i wrote it down #Please Don't Be Upset With Me Isabel #im sure you love watching it. and indeed probably dunk on it yourself #i am not attacking anybody's right to enjoy buffy

[tea-time-with-london]

No so much of a confession, but you're sooo real for mostly consuming x reader or self insert content. Maybe it's a bit sexual but the fics my friends read are so much worse when it comes to character accuracy. (I'm basing this all on Steve content) At least in x reader content, the majority of fics is cute and not straight up mean to the character they like (aka nobody would treat Steve the way Eddie treats him in the majority of Steddie fics. Even the party treats Steve better in x reader content than in other fics where they bully him in order to put him into his place for no reason other than fun, I guess). Like I don't know why it's considered cringe or a less respectable way of writing fics. I'm currently writing my own, and it's so hard to make a new character from scratch and work them into the world without making them too 2 dimensional.

Plus, due to watching the show so often and viewing the characters the way they are outside of ships, I literally can't ship any of the major teen pairings. It's too messy for my liking. And when I read fics and they leave out the messiness, which they often do, it doesn't feel authentic to the character. Like, no, Steve wouldn't love Robin for dating his ex he still has feelings for. Robin and Steve's friendship would suffer if Ronance would happen. Or Steve pining after Jonathan after Nancy cheated with Jonathan on Steve would be so ooc for him. Because everyone has a messy history, I can't enjoy ships bc it takes away from the actual characters. (The only reason I don't ship Steddie is that Eddie is literally dead and Steve wasn't too upset about it, and it's something I can't tune out)

X reader content isn't perfect by any means, esp because it can be cruel to canon love interests (Nancy, for example), but tbh that's also a problem with character ship fics. Or the characters are not accurate enough because of romance issues. Again, it's also a huge problem in ship fics. And I rather enjoy ooc fics where it's at least not done in order to be malicious towards a character. I can only speak for Steve tho. I know Eddie in x reader content is so ooc because people perceive him as a bad boy and are so stereotypical with him. But that also kinda translated into steddie fics.

Idk I just enjoy x reader content, esp for Steve, because he has no good love interest in the actual I could get behind with shipping. I can't just blend out the history he has with others (Nancy and Jonathan).

Idk if that was even coherent lmao. I'm sorry

Yeah, reader inserts are definitely the way to go for me! And don't worry, I get what you're saying. I don't typically read Steve x Show Character, but I've occasionally dabbled in some Steve x Nancy fics just to see how I feel about it, and I enjoy those because most of the fics I've seen analyze their relationship, and they're not rude to each other in the fics. If I'm reading fics where Steve is paired up with someone in the show, for me it has to be a ship that would honest to God make sense canonically, and Steddie or Stonathan do not fall in that category.

And there's nothing wrong with Reader Insert fics. Nothing at all. It's a trend to hate on Reader Inserts, and to me that's just plain stupid. I get it, reading "Y/N" over and over can be silly, but there's so many well written Reader Insert fics in the fandom. Thank you Reader Insert writers for being amazing!!!! <3

#not tagging this as a confession but more of an agreement lol #anti steddie #anti stonathan

[house-of-slayterr]

A Guest for Dinner:

So @myers-meadow and I have been making little headcannons about what it would be like if there’s vampires in the Hannibal universe. So here’s a short little imagine and shameless self insert for you all. Also testing she pronouns again, cause like I never liked She in a girl way, but she in a boy way is kinda swaggy 👀

Frances’ POV:

I ran inside the house, my hair soaked, trying to get away from the rain. It was a total downpour today and I hated it. I looked like a drowned rat. I didn’t announce myself coming in, a nasty habit I got into. But really what’s the worst you could walk in on living with your best friend?

Well it seemed the gods had an as we for me. I rounded the corner to Meadow’s room, opening the door.

“Hey Dow, do you know where I put my- oh.” I halted in my footsteps.

She hissed at me, showing off her very sharp Fangs. I didn’t bother to flinch, but still stopped in my tracks. Friend or not, never wise to approach a hungry vampire.

“Sorry, I didn’t know you were eating” I said.

Covering my eyes and turning around. She chuckled.

“You act like you just walked in on my changing.” She said, flippantly.

“No, if I did that, I would have run away and cried.” I laughed.

“Rude!”

“Oh come on, you know I didn’t mean it that way! The embrasement would kill me and you know it.”

She chuckled darkly, her meal squirming trying to get out of her hold. I turned back around, trying to give her some privacy.

“We’ll don’t stop on my account.”

Despite not looking at her, I knew she rolled her eyes.

“No, you’ve gone and ruined the mood. Poor little thing has hope that you’ll save her now.”

It was my turn to roll my eyes.

“You never saw me, you’ll walk home in this rain like nothing ever happened”

She compelled the girl. I watched as she stumbled passed me out to the front door. Meadow followed after, closing and locking the door behind her.

“Do you have to be such a sadist?” I chastised.

“500 years of being a vampire will do that you you Darling.” She winked. “Can’t teach an old vampire new tricks”

I scoffed.

“Yet you’re living perfectly fine with a human. Coexisting.”

“Yeah Yeah, anyways, you look like shit. We’ve been invited to dinner tonight. You should get changed.”

“Dinenr? With who?”

“That hot psych doctor. You know the one with the Hermès suits.”

“You and your older men in suits.” I shook my head. “He invited both of us? How odd. I didn’t know he knew I existed.”

“Darling if you don’t want to be seen, perhaps having half of you hair be bright orange is the wrong approach.” She chuckled.

She reached out to ruffle my hair but I swatted her away.

“Besides, technically I’m older.”

“Yeah, but he doesn’t know that. It’s still creepy.”

“We’re both consenting adults, live a little. Besides, it’s a big dinner party, it will be more than just us.”

“Great, socialising.”

“Relax bunny.” She twirled my wet hair between her finger tips. “If you behave I’ll get you a treat.”

I thought for a moment.

“Do I get to pick?”

“Of course.”

“No matter how inaccurate and cringy they are, you have to sit through a whole twilight movie with me.”

She scoffed pulling away.

“You’re lucky I love you little bug. Any other human to ask me that would have been dinner by now.”

“Yeah yeah, you’re a heartless monster. I get it. Twilight and you have to say one good thing about the movie after.”

“Ugh, fine. Deal. Now get dressed. I’ll fix your hair after you’re done.”

The ride to Dr Lecter’s house was fairly silent. The two of us listening to Deftones on the way. His house was gigantic. Of course our place was quite nice. You compelled the poor lady so we wouldn’t have to pay rent. Sometimes having a vampire best friend had its perks. I took a deep breath, running a hand through my hair. Suddenly there was a smack on my hand.

“Hey, none of that! You’ll ruin all my hard work.” She playfully scolded.

I huffed.

“Relax little bug, I can hear your heart beat from here, they won’t bite.”

I cringed at her joke.

“Biting isn’t what I’m worried about.” I grumbled.

“You’ll be fine. And if you’re not, we will leave. Ok?”

I nodded.

“Good” she readjusts my hair.

After one knock at the door, it was quickly opened. Before us stood Hannibal. He looked quite sharp, I suppose that was no different than usual.

“Ahh, Meqdow, Frances, please come in.”

“I apologise for being late Hannibal, Frances got caught in this awful downpour. I didn’t want her to get sick so we had to wait for her to dry off.”

“Of course.” He stepped aside to let us in, wordlessly taking Meadows coat. I cling tighter to mine when he offered to take it. Using it as a literal security blanket. “You must be freezing, I can start the fireplace if you’d like.”

I simply stared at him, not saying a word. I felt Meadow tense next to me, sending me a look that said to behave.

“That would be lovely.” She answered for me.

“The others are already seated, we didn’t want to start until you got here.”

“I appreciate that Hannibal, that was very kind of you. I’m practically starving.”

Of course I knew there was another meaning behind her words. She hadn’t had any blood today, and I was worried this dinner would go south quick. And we’d have to move towns again. Meadow had eyes for the strange doctor, but I was protective over her. Her last boyfriend broke her heart, so she ripped his out of his chest, and ate it. It was quite a sight to walk in on, and that’s why we had to leave town. He was too high profile of a kill. And the same would go for Doctor Lecter.

We sat down at the table. I recognised 3 of the 4 other guests. Jack Crawford, FBI chief, Will Graham, a fellow agent, and Dr Alana Bloom. Meadow sat between Alana and Hannibal, and I sat between Will and the Mystery girl with red hair. Jack being at the other head of the table.

Dinner started without much of a hitch. I sat silently and listened into conversation

“And what are we eating tonight Hannibal?” Jacked asked.

“Rabbit, this was was rather quick on its feet.” He joked.

But something about it felt off, like there was some sort of inside joke I wasn’t getting. The girl next to me made a slight noise of disgust, digging into her salad.

“I’ve got to say Hannibal, this has got to be the best salad I’ve ever had.” She sucked up to him.

“Thank you Miss Lounds.”

I had to admit, I enjoyed listening to him speak, his accent was quite lovely. Conversations weren’t back and forth as if they were old old friends. Suddenly I was pulled from my thoughts.

“Is Something wrong with your food Miss Frances?”

“Hmm?” I hummed, way louder than I meant to, startled by the sound of my own voice.

“I asked if there was something wrong with your food? You seem to just be pushing it around your plate.” He said.

There was a slight heir of disappointment in his voice. And I knew Meadow would be pleased if I upset our host.

“Oh, sorry. I’m sure it’s lovely. But I already ate- I was only informed half an hour before we got here that we’d be coming.”

I fidgeted with my hands as I spoke.

“I sent out the invitations a week ago.” He said.

“I don’t check the mail much.” I shrugged.

Meadow gave me a warning look. I carefully put a bite on my plate and bit into it. Right away I could tell something was off. I’ve never had rabbit, but I knew it shouldn’t taste like this. I put on a fake smile.

“It’s lovely.” I said.

Hannibal smiled back at me, then went back to his conversation. I was glad the focus was no longer on me, until a gruff voice whispered.

“Don’t swallow that.”

I glanced up from my plate to see William talking. He said it with so much conviction I didn’t think to question him. But he and the others were eating it. It couldn’t be that bad. But none the less, I excused myself to go to the bathroom, and spit it into the toilet, flushing it. I looked at myself in the mirror and ran another hand through my hair, further messing up Meadows hard work.

When I came back the atmosphere had shifted, Meadow was in shameless flirting mode.

“Have you ever had venison Hannibal?” She asked. “It’s quite a difficult meal to catch, they scare easily.”

What was she doing… I glared at her from across the table. I mean sure, no one would ever guess she was a vampire. That ridiculous, most people don’t even believe they exist. I was thankful no one else at the table seemed to pick up on her double meaning. Of course she wasn’t talking about deer.

“I have, it’s one of my favorite to prepare.” He said, smirking as he took another bite of his dish.

“I mean it’s practically to die for.”

“You hunt?” Jack asked her.

“All the time, it’s great fun.” She smiled.

“I know you’re fairly new to the area, if you want to hunt here you’ll have to stop by the station and get a permit with us.”

“Good to known, thank you agent Crawford.”

“And what about you?” Jack asked.

“What about me?” I raised a brow.

“Do you hunt with her?”

I shook my head.

“That’s more of a solo activity, hunting in groups can lead to accidents.” I kept with the cover, as if the congestion was actually about hunting animals.

“Accidents?” Alana asked.

“Yes, hunting in areas with other humans could lead to someone getting hurt. It would be a shame if she missed her prey. Besides, it her thing, I don’t intrude on peoples hobbies.”

I said. Of course I never went with her to hunt. She was always worried one of the victims could get away and hurt me somehow. Besides, nobody likes to be watched while they’re eating.

“So what do you do?” Hannibal asked.

I hated that the conversation was now fully shifted to me.

“I’m a baker. Just got a job at the bakery in town. I start Tuesday.”

“Perhaps I’ll have to come visit.”

“Perhaps.”

Thankfully Meadow pulled the conversation back away from me. She was much more charismatic and easy to talk to. Taking control of any room she entered. I wasn’t sure if that was a vampire thing, or just a her thing. As their conversation went on a picked up on more double entendres. There was no way Hannibal could be a vampire. So why was she doing this? Then I thought back to how will told me not to eat the meat.

In fact, Meadow seemed to be enjoying this meal quite a bit. She avoided food most days unless I felt awkward eating alone. She didn’t need to eat food to survive, but she did on special occasions to blend in. All evidence only pointed to one thing. We weren’t eating rabbit, instead some pour soul who fell victim to the doctors charms. But if will knew, why was he still eating it?

Great, so we were eating dinner with at least two cannibals. And three more seemingly unsuspecting people. At least miss Lounds hasn’t taken a bite. I frowned. By the end of the night I was antsy and ready to leave. As we all broke off into conversations, Jack and Alana were trapped in a seemingly heated discussion with Miss Lounds. And Hannibal was shamelessly flirting with Meadow. I walked over to Will.

“You know, right?” I asked.

He chuckled. “You figured it out already?”

“Yet you still ate dinner.”

He shrugged. “You grow used to the taste.”

“Why not warn the others?”

“You seem nice. Perhaps I don’t wish for Hannibal to corrupt you.”

I blushed slightly at the suggestion. The two of us glanced over to Meadow and Hannibal.

“Your friends strange.”

“I know.” I said. “So is yours.”

He took a sip from his drink.

“She should be carful with him.”

“On the contrary Mr Graham. Once Meadow’s set her sights on someone, there’s no escaping. I should probably go rescue him from that conversation. See you around?” I asked.

He shrugged, toasting me with his whiskey. I gave him a weak smile and scurried off.

“Sorry to cut this short, but I’m not feeling well. Meadow, could you take me home now?”

“I’m sorry to hear that.” Hannibal said.

“I’d love to join you for dinner next week.” Meadow finished her previous conversion. “The rabbit was quite delicious. I would like to see what else you could cook with it.”

When we got in the car, she immediately stated driving.

“Did you really have to flirt like that? In front of everyone?”

“God, don’t be such a baby Frances. Adults flirt, it’s what they do.”

I rolled my eyes.

“Would have been nice if you’d warned me about dinner.”

“It was just a hunch. You know how I hate to be wrong. But once I tasted it, I knew.”

“Just, promise me you won’t eat him. Or that other guy.”

She stopped the car, and turned to me.

“Omg, does little Frances have a crush?”

“No!” I denied.

“Omg, you totally do! You can’t be mad at me for dragging you to a cannibal dinner party now!” She joked.

“Oh I can, and I will. Drive.” I said, pretending to be mad. But I could never really be mad at her. “You still owe me a twilight watch.”

“Yeah, Yeah.”

By the time we got home I was exhausted. But I could tell you were still feeling sluggish.

“Not enough blood left in the meat was there?” I asked.

It sounded weird to be so causal about it. She shook her head.

“No. And you messed up my lunch.”

“Maybe you shouldn’t be so picky.”

“And maybe you shouldn’t bad mouth a hungry vampire, who’s date you just ended early.”

“It’s not a date if there are other people.”

She hissed angrily at me, her fangs showing. Her hand immediately flying over her mouth in shame.

“I’m sorry.”

I sighed, moving my hair away from my neck. A silent invitation.

“I cant.”

“You can and you will, unless you want to starve and accidentally eat your new Cannibal friend.”

She growled.

“It won’t hurt, besides, you’ll know when to stop. I need the extra help sleeping anyways, I don’t think I can sleep after that grotesque display of affection at dinner.” I joked.

She rolled her eyes.

“If it hurts, I’ll stop.”

I glared at her, growing annoyed.

“I’m serious, you know I never want to hurt you. You’re my best friend.”

“Which is exactly why I trust you, with my life.”

She sighed, grabbing my hand and dragging me to the couch. I sat down first and she sat down on my lap. I blushed slightly at the position. She moved my hair to the side.

“Just hold my hand if it hurts ok?”

“You never give your victims that option, have you gone soft?” I joked trying to ease the tension.

She was the only person I ever let get close enough to touch me life this.

“Only for you.”

With that she bit into the side of my neck. The feeling of fangs piercing the skin was indescribable. It hurt, but I sort of liked the feeling. I closed my eyes as I felt myself get weaker. As I grew sleepy she pulled away. I could feel her pull me close as she carried me to my room, tucking me into bed.

“Goodnight Frances.”

An: sorry if I switched tense, I tried to fix anytime I accident or wrote “you” but I don’t know if I caught them all lol. I was mildly distracted watching piranha, there were titties on the screen for like a solid 5 minutes 😂 I was very confused. I’m still working on the original Hannibal family with Meadow and I,  but I was in the mood for some vampires tonight.

#self insert #vampires #Hannibal #Hannibal lecter #Hannibal headcannons #Hannibal imagine #Hannibal x vampire

[after-annihilation]

Hey guys, it's been a while lol

I'm terribly sorry for leaving you guys hanging for, uh, nearly a year now??? I got really bad burnout and just couldn't do Tumblr anymore so I quit

I still love Inscryption so if y'all wanna talk about it my main is @h4zardousch3micals but as an apology for leaving you without the end I'll just tell you how this blog was supposed to go

So after M and P03 finally get over their trust issues M reveals that their name is actually Mason. Then, there's a knock at the door, Mason goes to answer it but P03 - remembering what happened to Luke - freaks out and demands that they check who it is first. Lo and behold, it's Amanda - Mason's sister.

Mason and P03 argue about what to do and it looks like Mason is trusting Amanda more when they suddenly get shot at. It misses, luckily, so in a panic they grab their computer and Biscuits (the cat) and run out the back. Terrified and unsure of what to do Mason drives to a hotel at which point they finally have somewhere to set their computer up again and P03 is relived to know that they're still alive (though they still hide it under an attitude)

Knowing that Amanda could be right behind them and the police won't believe them if they say "a sentient robot living inside my computer told me my sister is possessed by a demon", Mason travels all the way across the country to meet their friends Gigi, Leo and Penny (remember Indigodessy from discord? That's Penny) who agreed to let them move in. Gigi is absolutely fascinated by P03 and curious to learn more accidentally discovers Inscryption on steam. (Also there was supposed to be some scene where the human squad remind P03 of the Scrybes and it gets sad because I love torturing this robot wow)

They discover that every time one of them gets Inscryption and loads it up on their computer, something is wrong that makes it different from the original (ranging from little things like personality swaps to huge things like it now being a shooter game instead of a card game) and the end goal ends up being finding a version that's similar enough to the original that P03 could live in it, all while trying to avoid Amanda and other Gamefuna employees. Do they ever succeed? Sorry to disappoint but idk I didn't write that far. I like to think they did tho

Also I totally shipped M x P03 the whole time but I was terrified to actually make it canon because I was worried people would call it cringe or think M was a Self-insert which they were but that's besides the point—

The point is:

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#5

Incorrect Summary of Metal Gear Rising Quotes:

(Feel free to Reblog for Personal Use)

“Cope and Seethe, (Insert Name here). Why don’t you go back to Facebook and post some Minion memes?”

“Do you see, now? All this murder…and you still aren’t based.”

“Let me tell you, (Insert name here). You’re a normie, and a beta.”

“That’s cringe, (Insert name here). And your setup is WEAK.”

It’s cringe or be cringe, (Insert name here). Soon, you’ll understand.

“Free will is a myth. Religion is a joke. We’re all pawns controlled by something greater… MEMES. The DNA of the soul.”

“You’ll never be based with memes like that.”

“Doctor, turn off my cringe inhibitors.”

“Perhaps I am cringe…but that makes me free!”

“I was fucking joking, why did you do it?!”

“I’m starting to see what you’re getting at. And if based means what I think it means, then caring about your shitty posts is a long way off.”

“Alright, I’ve heard enough. Deadly force is authorized.”

“I’m sorry, officer, I was too busy playing League of Legends.”

“I will never eat peanut butter, ever again…”

“Stealth is optional, but so is my mercy.”

“My source is that I made it the fuck up.”

“We’re making the mother of all omelets, -. Can’t fret over every egg.”

“Oh my god, it’s the cringe nae nae baby.”

“Guess I have no choice…I challenge you to a debate.”

“And there’s nothing more American than shooting a man, in this Walmart of a world.”

“That’s a nice argument, (Insert name here). Why don’t you back it up with a source?”

“Your ass will always be cringe, and my ass will always be Thicc.”

“Oh, good! Ha ha, you’re getting more based by the day.”

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#4

//And just like that, my mass crossover doodle project is complete! Not only that, it’ll also serve as my blog’s new promo/banner image! Overall, it’s a win win, and I’m really happy with how it looks!//

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@nextlater​ said:  ❝ you stick out like a sore thumb here. ❞ — to Mokou, from Sayaka (most likely in the Outside World, lel)

“Ah, and here I thought I was doing a pretty okay job at blending in... You outside people really changed up your fashion styles since I last visited, huh?”

It was quite a huge eye opener to see just how much the outside world had evolved from her early years. How long had it been since she saw this place? Nine-hundred years? A thousand? Regardless, the immortal felt quite out of place with her current outfit, where most outsiders settled for a fancier, yet simplistic get up, like jeans, designer jackets, and the such.

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[phrootsnacks]

jjba thursday: part 4 ep 13-15

I have so much homework to do and I'm behind in my classes and I dont really feel like a person and I think someone has a crush on me (I am oblivious to these things but still) and I dont know how I feel about it and my prof didn't finish the letter of recommendation in time for the application deadline. but I have been thinking a lot about jojo's bizarre adventure

so now I'm gonna watch. jojo's bizarre adventure

episode 13 - We Picked Up Something Crazy!

man I love this show. its cringe but I love it

hey why does. why does old man joseph have a cheetah pattern hat.

hey. why does. why does josuke always turn his back on the things / people he's supposed to be watching.

those handprints are so small..... BABY STAND?????!?!

BABY STAND BABY STAND BABY STAND

.... INVISIBLE BABY STAND

what. what did old man joseph

oh. my god. lol

ww. w uh

old man joseph. all on josuke's card. wh

god forbid someone from class sees josuke with. an invisible baby

no no no no oh my god do not put makeup on the invisible baby stand that is so much worse wha

?????

oh my god. and you just spent all that money on baby stuff!

uhhhhhhhhhh

WHHHHHAAAAAAAAAA

im sorry that was. wow. ok

is. is the invisible baby gonna be a recurring character

episode 14 - Let's Go to the Manga Artist's House, Part 1

these guys. why do the look more chibi than usual. or have I gotten used to characters built like jotaro and this is just what normal sized people look like in this universe

what do we think the manga artist looks like. and is it a self insert character?

oh. ok

they're being so cute

hes definitely a stand user right

I really like that his earrings are pen nibs. thats so cute

um

sir????

"mangaka are not normal!" lol

heaven's door?????? that's not... thats not a heaven's gate reference is it......?

oh wow

ok so I don't think you need to turn people into books in order to get realistic experiences into your manga. you could just write gender bent versions of your friends, like what nozaki does

this guy doesn't have friends does he

dude I dont know what to tell you. you live in a town FULL of stand users why is everyone so surprised when they learn there are other stand users

I like this rohan guy, and his stand is interesting

WHOA ok um. hazamada, what the fuck

never mind I remember now he's an incel

read him to filth!!!!

rohan. hes just like me fr (in the sense that I too am always anxious about what people think of me and then I get depressed about it)

seriously is heaven's door supposed to be a reference. again I dont know much about 80s music but it feels like a reference to heaven's gate????? but it doesn't seem to be actually referencing heaven's gate?????

uhhhhh . w. what just happened

he just ripped off pages of koichis face. I dont feel like that was necessary but uh now it's uhh. what

hes just like me fr (in the sense that I too forget really important things. but then I get really anxious about forgetting things)

episode 15 - Let's Go to the Manga Artist's House, Part 2

I love that the manga artist (araki) made the manga artist character (rohan) so epic at drawing manga.

new intro!

I also love that the house itself is like. part of the horror of the stand

lol

read him to filth!!!!!!!!!

hey so how does. his editor read his pages? is the editor.... under the effects of the stand too??

oh wow

why is okuyasu on fire and screaming on the floor so funny lol

going for his hair..... oh boy...........

josuke's ego is too strong for him to join a death cult

oh lore? oh shit!

wh

who is that???????

thats actually kinda sweet. but why did that guy have that hairstyle????

lol. I love this show its so funnyyyyy

this show is great. and all of the enemy stand users have been pretty fun and interesting. and none of the side characters are really pissing me off yet either? like I fucking hated polnareff in part 3 im a polnareff hater. but the cast of characters is pretty large so the annoying ones dont get too much airtime yknow. and I like the emotional beats too, between josuke and old man joseph. and we have another baby stand lol

#jjba thursday

[lokiitty]

https://screenrant.com/loki-show-sylvie-romance-incest-backlash-director-response/  Okay but this is super weird because... For a start she pretty much says the fans interpretation of it as incest isn’t invalid and for a second her own interpretation of it doesn’t really explain why its not incest in her eyes and furthermore it contradicts a lot.  We’re told countless times that Loki and Sylvie are “”the same.”” Shes literally a variant of him. I would have been content to NOT see it as incest if they hadn’t made sure to let us know (in easter egg form) that Sylive and Loki share like a genetic origin. She doesn’t come from some way out alternate universe where everything is different. She comes from a sister universe where Loki was born female. She has the same parents as Loki and if her timeline wasn’t pruned she would have the same family. 

The only other thing that makes her “different” from Loki is obviously the fact that her upbringing was different after the TVA orphaned her and she had to raise herself. That doesn’t change her origins. She can’t just rename herself and suddenly shes not Loki anymore and changing her first name doesn’t change the fact that she still has the same parents as Loki.  Like Id love to see this as not incest too but when you put them both down on paper as the children of Laufey its hard to ignore.  Like if her family didn’t get pruned imagine this: Frigga your son is in a relationship with your daughter. Thor your brother is in a relationship with your sister. Lauefy your biological daughter is in a relationship with your biological son.  ?????? But this is suppose to be ignored because they’re from a different universe even when the universes only real difference is one is male and the other is female????  There is no obviously drastic difference that indicates a different origin like what is the case with Alligator Loki and maybe even boastful Loki.  I mean you could at least argue boastful Loki might have had different parents to Main!Loki or at least ONE different parent. Alligator Loki is a no brainer because hes a completely different species.  On top of ALL THIS we were told multiple times in canon that Loki and Sylvie’s relationship was wrong. Sick. Twisted. Demented. Unnatural. Ect. This obviously comes from the characters recognising that Sylvie and Loki are in fact too closely related to be trying to hook up. Though they’re variants of the same person they’re also basically boy-girl twins. 

Having different personalities and different goals and upbringings does absolutely nothing to change that. Me and my brother have different personalities, goals and even upbringings in places because he lived with my mum for a portion of his life and I didn’t. But guess what?? We’re still siblings LMAO. Like I’m sorry her explanation is UTTERLY BIZZARE & makes NO SENSE.  Get me wrong I don’t think Loki & Sylvie's “”romance”” is sustainable. I wouldn’t think it was even if it was written better. I don’t see it lasting and in fact I kind of think its already ended. But this is still so weird. And the way the canon handled this ““romance”“ was so forced and half hearted. 

I seriously cannot get my head around why it was ever there. Like I thought maybe it was another part of the writing team trying to indicate to us that it was wrong but with Kate saying this now I’m just ????  Also don’t like to think Loki would just casually engage in incest / any cest period and before anyone sprouts shit about the Horse Story A) Did not happen in the MCU and B) the whole horse story is born of a specific sort of homo/transphobia that existed in ancient Nordic culture, do some research. But like ??? if they could give me a SOLID understandable reason for why its not BASCIALLY incest I’d eat it up bc IF I HAVE TO HAVE SYLKI as canon ID REALLY love for it to at least not be Incest.  Then maybe I could be “”okay”” with it. Id still have my problems with it because theres just a LOT of awkwardness even outside of the too-close-to-siblings for comfort, but it wouldn’t be a completely untouchable relationship. You could imagine it being OKAY if it was written better and not seemingly used to censor  Lokis queerness but. 

Like really the least they could have done was been like “Sylvie had totally different parents”. Its an AU. Sylvie's parents could have been anyone. Any frost giants could have stood in Lafuey’s place. If its a different universe the royal Jotun family could have been totally different. But no, no one wanted to use their brains for ten seconds and just rushed together this cringe m/f presenting romance with no deeper thought because yawn. Obviously Frost Giant Laufey doesn't have to be your father for a Loki to be a Loki (again see Alligator Loki )  And thats another reason why I’m pissed with this whole series. Because its just sloppy with little thought for anything. Now those of us who arent painfully straight and arent 2012 era fangirls who are just seeing Sylvie as a self-insertion vessel to vicariously live out their wishful fantasies of having Loki fall hopelessly in love with them, have to sit here and bang our heads on the wall bc none of it makes sense and its tragic for both characters and Loki’s actual fanbase.  Just.

#loki series #loki fandom #loki show #loki laufeyson #sylvie laufeydottir #anti sylki #loki series discourse #antisylki #can i get an f in the chat FOR EVERYONE

[binniesthighs]

two tails | reader x minho |

One 

Pairing: self insert, female reader x lee minho 

Genre: strangers to lovers, neighbors to lovers, fluff 

Tags: neighbors au, comfort fic, catowner!minho, catowner!reader, author!reader, bestfriend!seungmin, agedup!skz, slow burn, plot-driven, gradual romance, meet cute scenarios, lil bit of angst, strained parental relationship, explicit language 

Word count: 3.9k 

Chapters 

P | ONE | TWO

homebody noun 

: one whose life centers around the home. 

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Grocery stores are a cursed place. Horrible. You might have guessed that if there were to be a special layer of hell to be reserved for you (which you sure as hell wished there wasn’t) it would likely be a grocery store. 

Firstly, they are one of the messiest places that you could ever experience. Have you seen the ways that those beige-y grey floors get caked with dirt and smudges from who knows what? Have you seen the dirt and grime that hides under those produce shelves? Secondly, why is it that everyone always feels the need to get so close to eachother crammed in those isles? Why is it that you have to do that awkward shuffle when your cart and someone else’s cart gets in each other’s way and you have to do the “no you go first” and “no, you go first.” 

You prayed that you had been good enough in this life to escape some kind of grocery-store induced hellscape. 

Partly it was Bomi’s fault. Temperamental nuisance. Three days into her newest bag of cat food and she suddenly decided to go on a hunger strike. The internet  had told you that perhaps she just didn’t like the flavor. Little did the internet know that you had nearly already tried every other flavor there was, even the expensive ones. 

You stared down to your crinkled up list filled with the ramblings of an attempted grocery list and other absentminded doodles. 

DONT FORGET STUPID NEW CAT FOOD 

Under the reminder, you had drawn an angry little cat face with Bomi’s characteristic calico facial splotches. 

“Damn cat. You’re lucky that I still love you.” You uttered under your breath. 

The wheels of your cart screeched as you turned the corner into the pet isle. Of course, you were the lucky one that had to pick the cart that had only three functioning wheels and whined like your mother over the phone. You cringed to yourself, bearing through the sound and the two glances from a mother and her child throwing an obscenely large bag of dog food into their totally normal cart. 

You didn’t need to, but you mouthed a tiny “sorry” to them as you passed them. 

The tall metal racks appeared to touch those flickering fluorescent lights above them as you perused them, glancing over all of the brands which you had undoubtedly purchased one time or the other. 

Tuna, salmon, tuna and salmon, tuna and veggies, salmon and veggies... 

What would it be that Bomi would tolerate this time? Was it grains that she didn’t like? Wet food? 

Merely looking at the prices for the canned cat food sprung such a headache that you wished you hadn’t looked at them at all. But, if it was what your princess would eat... 

On the highest shelf, your gaze caught a brand that you hadn’t seen before, so you summoned your strength to stand on your tip-toes, stretching up your arm as far as you possibly could, teetering just a little... 

“Al...most--” 

“Here, I can get that, let me just--” 

“--Oh no, it’s fine, I can reach it, thank you--” 

“--It’s alright, I’ve almost got it...” 

His elegant fingers got tangled up with yours. Had your determination been any weaker, he would have snatched it up all himself, but...

He chuckled a little. “Are you sure?” 

You turned your head to affirm, “Positiv--Minho?” 

“Y/n?” 

You had finally had the little can in your grasp, only to feel it slip out of your fingers in your shock. 

The terrible sound of the aluminum can hitting Minho’s head and glasses bonked between your fumbling arms, working just too slow. 

“Ssss-OW!” 

Minho’s hand went immediately to rub at the top of his head with eyes tightly shut. 

“Oh my god!!! Are you okay?” 

Instinctually you swooped in to see if any harm had been done. 

“Ah-I’m fine, don’t--I’m fine.” 

Your neighbor patted down his head, trying to craft a smile for you under his painfully crossed brows. 

“Are you sure? I-I’m so sorry. God, I’m so stupid and clumsy, don’t you think that you have a concussion or something?” 

He laughed out a sharp chuckle, then winced at what the action did to his head. “I don’t think so.” 

“Are you sure about that?” If he could have heard, he would have noticed your heart anxiously beating at a hundred times per second. 

“It’s okay, really, I’ve had worse things thrown at my head.” 

“What the hell could be worse???” 

“You don’t want to know.” He maintained his hopeful grin. 

Even after being assaulted by cat food, he was still just as beautiful as you remembered. 

“Oh! Your glasses!! Where did those go??” 

Frantically, you spun around, shoving your cart aside with another startling screee. Quickly you found them nearest the bird seed. 

“Here. Here you go, I hope that they’re not broken.” 

“Mm-doesn’t look like it.” Minho inspected them. 

“Oh thank God.” 

He huffed out one more little scoff-sounding laugh. “At least you’ve got the cat food that you wanted now. 

“Yeah, but at what cost?” 

“I said don’t worry about me.” 

Minho fluffed his hair back into place, likely hiding another rub to his throbbing head. 

What even does one say to someone who you nearly wrecked with cat food? 

“You uhh--what are you doing here?” 

“The same as you, getting cat food.” Minho snatched a bag of food from a lower shelf. “With three mouths to feed you tend to run out pretty fast.” 

“Oh! I-uh...can imagine.” 

“Weird shopping here like I live here now...never thought that would happen. I’m still getting used to everything around here; never knew that I would end up back living with my mom...and at my age.” 

“Don’t-don’t feel bad! It’s a nice area around here! At least I think, and it’s a... nice grocery store...” 

You did not think that it was a nice grocery store, but it seemed like the right thing to say. 

Minho smiled back at you warmly, just as he had done back on your doorstep, tabby cat in his arms. You had wanted to see it again. 

“-Guess that means I’ll be seeing you around here more often too then.” He took the cat food can--his ex-assailant-- to drop into your cart. 

“I guess so...and sorry, again.”

“Really don’t worry about it!” Minho rolled up his hands into little sweater paws on the handle of his cart. “I’ll see you later then.” 

“See...you...” 

Your words trailed behind him, seeing as he had already started wheeling away. As soon as he was out of an earshot, you cursed yourself out terribly--another habit you had developed since living alone; you really were your only company. 

“God, Oh god. Now he thinks that I’m a recluse and a wreck, oh god--” 

“--Hey! Watch where you’re going!!” 

An old man with a newsboy cap griped before you nearly collided with him and his cart full of diet sodas. 

“Sorry!! I’m so sorry!” You bowed profusely in apology while removing yourself from the isle as fast as you could.

Grocery stores really were your own kind of personal hell. 

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The cold metal of the bus stop sign dissolved into your sweating forehead while you watched the springtime sunset fade out before you. It really was pretty, and it was just enough to distract you from how weighed down your backpack and numerous reusable bags felt. Had your hands been free, you would have taken a picture. 

What time is it even? 

Your watch was restricted by the number of straps around your wrists. Sometimes stepping outside of your home and onto the sidewalk was draining enough to make you feel like scurrying back inside. Big trips like this however, had you falling asleep in those uncomfy plastic chairs in (also) disgustingly messy buses. 

To your right, you heard the usual hum of the number 10 bus wheel up. 

“Wait! Wait!! Hold the bus!!” 

Hurried footsteps came patting behind you, followed with shallow running breaths. 

Hair bopping and cardigan flopping a little like wings behind him, Minho sprinted to the doors. 

“Take a seat ma’am.” The bust driver snapped you out of your embarrassment over seeing him one more time than you would have liked. 

“Ah-sorry, I will.” 

You shuffled your way near back of the bus and attempted to hide your face behind your bags decorated with none other than flowers and cartoon cats. 

“Please don’t see me, please don’t see me.” You chanted under your breath while your neighbor looked for a seat. 

“Y/n? Heh, I just keeping running into you don’t I?” 

“Minho!!!!” You piped, just a little too animatedly. “Huh! Didn’t figure I would see you here...too...” 

Minho slid into the booth across from you. “I mean, it makes sense, we’re going to the same place basically.” 

“Don’t you...have a car or something?” 

“I do, but I figured that the grocery store was close enough, although, I didn’t really factor in how all of this would weigh a ton.” 

“Hm, I never really do as well.” 

A pair of older lades glared over at the two of you, clearly displeased that you were disrupting their peaceful bus ride. Minho cowered under their piercing and aged brown eyes, then stealthily slid into the seat next to you. 

His washed out jeans brushed up against your leggings, and you felt your hairs stand on end. If there was someone out there who decided if you went to a hellscape grocery store, they must have also been able to mask the smell of your sweat. You hoped that they were listening to your pleading requests. 

“It’s a really a nice evening isn’t it?” 

Minho peered out your window at the little shops and bustling streets beside you. The sidewalks were decorated with little skinny trees here and there which had just started to bloom with the buds of leaves and flowers. There was a peaceful air about the scene that reminded everyone that the cold would soon be gone for good, and the sky swirled into pinks and purples. 

“Oh! Yes, yes it is.” 

You tried your best to ignore the fact he was leaning into you slightly. 

“So. What else do you do besides be a cat parent and a part-time chucker of canned goods?”

You wanted to crawl in a hole once you saw his adorable grin once more. “I-I have a job, a couple actually.” 

“A couple? And what are they?” 

“I teach online college courses in creative writing and English.” your glasses fell a little down your nose bridge, so you adjusted them accordingly, “I also edit for a small publishing company--but that’s more of a side thing.” 

“That’s...a lot of writing and things like that.” 

“Well, it’s what I went to school for, and, I don’t mind...although my mother--” 

“--Have you written anything yourself? Anything that I could read?” 

You felt your cheeks set ablaze with heat. “You?! Oh no no no no.” 

“What?” A mischievous grin overtook Minho’s adorable one. “Do you write provocative content?” 

“No! I do not!” Your tone turned more defensive than you had intended. 

“Well, what do you write? Even if you did write that kind of stuff, I wouldn’t mind. Provocative contents are trendy these days.” 

“I didn’t even say that I write in the first place!” 

“I just assumed seeing as you seem to do other things in this field...so, what do you write?” 

“It’s embarrassing, and I don’t owe you the knowledge!!” 

Minho reached over your fuming body to pull at the bus cord, letting out the little stop requested tune. 

“What is it that you do then?” 

“Something boring and business-y that you wouldn’t care to know about. It’s definitely not as interesting as what you do I’m sure.” 

Your neighbor gathered up his bags while the bus slowed to the stop. 

“You coming?” 

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[19:07] 

me: seung, i’m such a fool. you will not believe 

seungmo: should I even guess? what? Bomi yack during your online lecture again? 

me: no, worse. 

seungmo: i’m listening. 

i guess i don’t really have a choice though don’t I? 

you’re just gonna tell me anyway aren’t you? 

The cat in question purred in your lap, permitting you your usual one hour of cat-attention a day like she would during the evenings. After your day of embarrassment, you had hunkered down on your favorite place on the couch, swaddled in blankets with the TV playing some nature show that you had been trying to pay attention to. Somehow, the thought that Minho living just doors away made it all seem even worse; you were bound to see him again. 

You bit your lip and started tapping away at your phone screen, regaling the entire tale to your best friend--who frankly had enough of your awkward “you-isms.” However, no matter how socially insecure you were, Seungmin appeared to stick by you. In fact, it was one of your “you-isms” that had brought the two of you together. 

Four years ago at that pet shelter where you had got Bomi, Seungmin was there too looking for a dog. It was Bomi’s skittish self that leapt out of her cage and into Seungmin’s arms when his dog started barking. Bomi had nearly destroyed Seungmin’s sweater by the way that she had clawed into him. Of course, you took her crime upon yourself and insisted on buying him a new sweater. After an exchange of phone numbers, he hadn’t gotten bored of you yet. Bomi had always liked him more than you--the traitor. 

[19:18] 

me: ...and then he showed up on the bus, just as I had thought that I had escaped, and then started berating me about what I do for a living. 

seungmo: are you sure he wasn’t just asking questions, NOT berating? 

me: it felt like it. 

seungmo: and why are you telling me all of this? 

me: bc I wanted you to give me some comfort?? or reassurance?? isn’t that what friends do? 

seungmo: what do you want me to say? I’m sorry, that was really embarrassing? get over it? stuff like that happens to you all the time y/n, I don’t know why you are making such a big teal of it. 

*deal of it. 

me: wow, you’re being of such help. 

seungmo: you’re overthinking it. as always. 

me: but i’ll have to SEE HIM again. 

Seungmin’s little three writing dots disappeared, and you waited in silent anxiety for what he would say next. 

[19:24] 

seungmo: you’ve got a crush on him don’t you 

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The evening sky had darkened, and you felt the air temperature begin to drop. It wasn’t unbearable however, and you had prepared yourself well with your giant sheep-like blanket wrapped around your shoulders. The cold wire chair that you sat in was undoubtedly pressing shapes into your bare legs crossed up on it, but you never seemed to mind it. 

Bomi yowled behind the sliding glass door to your backyard, so you allowed her to exit, making her a much happier cat. The two of you enjoyed these nights together deeply--they almost felt like a brief escape from life. Bomi would sneak around the edges of the fence, sniffing and looking rather suspicious when her green eyes would glow in the light of the house. Your glasses likely looked the same reflecting the light from your computer screen. 

You took one more sip of tea, then opened up your internet. A couple clicks, and you found the notification screen on your page. 

hearts: 267 

shares: 19 

comments: 21

Your eyes scanned over the little paragraphs that some of your readers had written for you. It made your heart swell with immense joy seeing the way that they had analyzed and picked apart every little part of your prose and how they would write IN ALL CAPITIAL LETTERS about how excited they were for your next chapter. 

~

I can’t wait for the next chapter! I’m DYING to know what was in that chest!! I really hope that Bomi can trust Davers. He just seems a little shady to me >////< 

YOU’RE INSANE FOR THIS. The fact that Bomi could fight off the dragon while Blaze was confessing his feelings for her??? I could never lollll 

 P L E A S E protect little Herbie. He’s such a cutie. I wish that hedgehog companions were real, I would take one with me everywhereeeee 

N/n, your writing is so so pretty!! I felt like I was right there in the scene with them! The way that you described the enchanted fountain had me drooling ahhh you’re such an inspiration to me as a writer!!! 

Blaze fanclub?? i’m trying to see somethin’ 

~

“If Blaze were real, I’d be the president of that fanclub.” You laughed out to yourself. 

Suddenly, you found you thoughts shifting from your dreamy Blaze to someone much less fictional. 

Crushes on boys who were real was much better than one’s who weren’t. It was nice admitting it to yourself at last. 

“Ahhhh” You sighed out, doing a little happy dance in your seat, then opened up the chat box to return to the replies. 

After responding to as many as you could, you opened up a new chapter. 

Chapter 22 

Blaze wiped off his sword, stained with the steel blue blood of the dragon, still steaming with heat underfoot. His disheveled deep black trellises were coated in his own sweat but it didn’t make him look any less dashing--per usual. 

“Princess Bomi, you still haven’t answered my question.” 

Bomi sheathed her own sword, then inspected her wooden shield for any more damage. For a moment, she thought that the claw marks made it look even more beautiful and intimidating. 

“Blaze. You know that I can’t talk about romance at a time like this, have you forgotten that the kingdom as stake?”  

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Bomi perched at her usual spot in the window, eyes fluttering closed before she would take her nap that would last for nearly the whole afternoon. You would have been lazing with her, but that would have to wait another hour or so: with your newest paycheck, you had decided to deliver some new flowers to yourself for your garden. 

The little array was spread out before you: yellow and purple pansies, pink tulips, fuchsia and baby pink peonies, and dainty while lilies of the valley were arranged where you had planned to adorn your front lawn. The aroma of the flowers lingering in the air was enough to make you feel as if you had transported yourself to the very magical gardens that you would be writing about that evening. 

A pair of songbirds chittered past, carrying their whistles behind them. For a brief moment, the sun shone directly onto your arms spotted with dirt and filled your whole body with warmth. Nothing was more peaceful than this. You took to work, crackling them out of their plastic pots, and digging at the earth in holes to hold them down. After a while, you felt the dew from the grass start to soak into your work-jeans, but it was a welcome little cool feeling. Next, you popped up to hose them down with your little attachment that made the water cascade like a rain-shower. You admired for a moment how the water would create little rainbows from the spray. 

“Ahem, uh-hi there!” 

You choked out a gasp before swinging around, aiming the hose like your sword to the startling voice. 

“STAY BACK!!’ 

You pointed the stream directly at them, only in your horror to see your neighbor, trademark cardigan and all, soaking wet from your weapon. 

“GOD! That’s cold.” 

The fabric hung onto him, adhering to every part of his body which was much more toned than you had expected.

Minho looked absolutely bewildered as the water dripped off his frame with sad little pat pat pats on the concrete sidewalk. 

“Oh God. Oh God. Minho, I’m so so sorry. I-I can’t believe that I keep doing this to you--” 

You nearly felt like crying, but for fear of embarrassing yourself further, you decided to turn around quickly in search of your rags. They were garden rags, but dry nonetheless. 

“Here, here, I-I think that these should help.” 

You dabbed at his body, although it was clear that this wasn’t helping in the slightest. 

“Stop, stop,” He pushed your hands away. “I just live next door, I’ll live being a little drenched.” 

“You realize that's an oxymoron right?” Your nervous hands continued dabbing. 

“A what??” Minho kindly laughed at your frantic hands. 

“It’s a...writing thing. Sorry...” 

“I really need to be careful around you don’t I?” 

Your mouth crinkled into a flustered line. “M’sorry.” 

“Can you quit apologizing?? Here, I came over to give you these, my mom made some extra side dishes so she wanted me to bring them over to you.” 

“Oh.” He handed you the little bundle of Tupperware containers. “Thanks.” 

“She also, or--I mean--I wanted to invite you over so that you could meet my cats...and! my mom. My mom too.” 

“You want me to come over?” 

“I did mention that I wanted to a little while ago didn’t I?” 

“Oh! You did...” 

“Does next Saturday work? Around 5?” 

“I-I can do five.” You brushed your muddied hand across your sweating brow. 

Minho scoffed, “You’ve...got something...on your...” 

“Oh! Oops.” You tried your best to wipe off the dirt, but you didn’t know you had only made it worse. 

Minho squeezed out his soaked sleeve to carefully raise it to your forehead. “Here, like this.” 

This close to you, his brown eyes deeply shone with the color of coffee, chocolate, the bark of forest trees after a spring rain, and a million other things that your writer brain could compare them to. 

“There. It’s all gone.” 

For a moment, you wondered if you really had fantasized him, or if he really was real. For you, you wouldn’t have been surprised if he was some kind of figment of your imagination: they usually were. 

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[1 missed call, Mom, 09:12] 

“Y/n are you there? Why is it that you never pick up your phone? I’ve told you so many times that you should pick up when I call. What if it’s an emergency? What if someone’s died?? Nevermind, I wanted to call and tell you my friend’s daughter is getting engaged and I’ve been invited to the bridal party. I think that you should come with. It’ll be good to get you out of that house. 

Why is it that you haven’t gotten yourself married yet? You know that you aren’t getting any younger?? Either way, call me back. You’ll need to bring a gift too. Its impolite to show up without a gift. 

Ah, I almost forgot. Your brother got a promotion at work; I’m not sure if he’s told you. We’ll be having dinner to celebrate this weekend. Can I count on you to be there? 

Also, how is the job search going? Your father has some more connections for you to speak to. You need to take advantage of every one of them. You’re so close to getting something that really matters. I can feel it. Ah, I just feel like you’re wasting away there sitting at that computer with those silly classes. It’s like, barely any contribution at all. You could be making so much more money. 

Anyway, call me back once you hear this. 

love you sweetie, talk soon. 

i know that its tuesday and i said I would publish on mondays shhh just pretend I published this yesterday ooP 

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[tangtownie]

Ranny Daddy - Reader Insert x Ransom Drysdale (College AU)

Author’s Note: Okay, so this was supposed to be a quick re-write of an old story of mine but it kinda got away from me. This was originally about John Murphy from The 100, so if any of you want to thirst over him with me, drop into my inbox! ❤️

Anyway, College AU because the potential is just too damn great. An enemies to lovers kinda vibe, although they’re just FWB.

Also, the song inspo was one of my best friends that read this, and then told me that she’d found the perfect track to match it. So I listened to it, and agreed, and also realized that this story was really supposed to be about Ransom all along. So thank you, my darling! ❤️

About the title, I just… I don’t know. Before I started the re-write I had to name the document something, and when I was done, I kinda loved the title.

As always, dividers by the brilliant @firefly-graphics​ 

Warnings: So… A lot of fucking cursing, smut, smut and smut, both reader and Ransom are kinda toxic bitches that are only soft for each other, kinda dub-con as reader is drunk when they get nasty, but she initiates it, Daddy kink, possessiveness and jealousy, unprotected sex. Ransom kinda switches between Dom!Daddy mode and soft!Daddy mode.

Song Inspiration: Violent Minds by VUKOVI 

Word count: 4.283 

The sound of his laugh was all it took. My stomach flipped and I could barely keep from jumping his bones right then and there. He had this douchy laugh, and it was just one of the things that I hated about him. He was crude, disrespectful and completely manipulative. He would always treat me like a plaything; grabbing my ass whenever he wanted, calling me every single pet name he could think of and of course, threatening to beat up any guy that got too close. It was honestly just so offensive and belittling and so damn sexy.

The scowl that always rested on his face, his rough hands that were always toying with me. God, how could someone so stupid be so damn intoxicating? I was not even sure how it all started, just that ever since I first slept with him, my body had been craving his like he was a damn drug. We had absolutely nothing in common and my friends all hated him, just as his friends all hated me. Another loud and obnoxious laugh drew my attention back to his group and I couldn’t help but roll my eyes at those idiots. Ransom actually had quite the following and of course, they were all morons.

“Ugh, could you imagine actually dating one of those guys?” My friend Katy’s voice was the first thing in a while to pull my attention from Ransom. I was pretty jealous of that skank sitting in his lap and flipping her hair around like it was nobody’s business, not that I would ever tell him or anyone that. “Ugh, tell me about it.” I decided to turn my back on the scene, knowing that if I did not I would keep staring at them and probably see something that I did not want to see. Katy quickly sat down next to me and started going on about some rapport that was due in a few weeks. It was a typical day for us, meeting in the cafeteria for coffee and gossip in between lectures.

I leaned my back against the table and tried not to cringe at the excited squeal coming from the girl in Ransom’s lap. “God, what about having some self respect?” Katy questioned and I shot her a confused look. “That girl in Drysdale’s lap? I mean it’s not like there aren’t any chairs available. And those constant hair flips? Like “Oh my god, my hair is so fake but if I just keep flipping it around, maybe no one will know.”” I could not help the loud laugh falling from my lips as Katy finished talking.

She laughed happily with me and I pretended not to notice Ransom staring daggers at me, as him and his little posy had clearly heard everything Katy said. “Fucking sorority girls.” I was still laughing, a little louder than usual just to make sure Ransom heard. “Anyway, babe, I have to get to class. But swing by my place later, alright?” I quickly gathered my things, before pecking Katy’s cheek. “Of course! Bye babe.” She gave my ass a little slap as I walked away and I couldn’t help the smile on my lips, already feeling my mood improving.

Finally making my way across campus, I slipped into my usual spot next to Eric just before class started. I pulled out my books and laptop. “I swear to god this class is going to be the end of me!” Eric sighed dramatically. “Hon, you say that about all of them.” I couldn’t help but laugh at the offended face he shot me. “I’m serious. College is just too damn hard.” I huffed slightly as I nodded in agreement.

“You got that right.” College was hard, but I had also never felt as at home as I did here. I had my own little apartment just off of campus and it was a crapbox, but it was my crapbox. I had made some great new friends that were just as sarcastic and bitchy as me. And I was finally studying psychology. I did not really know what I wanted to use it for, but I also did not care. As cliché as it sounded, I was having the time of my life.

As per usual, Eric and I were the last to leave class, taking much too long to pack up our things and laughing as we did. Making our way back to the main building, my phone buzzed and I reached into my pocket to check it. As I saw whom the text was from and what it said, my breath hitched in my throat.

RD: “Your tits look great in that top 😜”

My eyes quickly scanned the vicinity, searching for him. Before I found him, my phone buzzed again.

RD: “Why are you wasting your time on that loser when you know how good I make you feel?”

I did not realise that I had stopped walking until Eric’s hand was on my arm. “Hon, are you okay?” His warm green eyes peered into mine curiously. “Yeah.” I quickly cleared my throat and shook my head trying to rid it off the flashes of my latest adventure with Ransom. “Yeah, I’m great. I just thought I dropped something.” I could not tell if he really believed me or not, so instead I started talking again.

“Anyway, Katy’s coming over, so I should run. But I’ll see you soon, okay?” He nodded quickly and waved at me as I started walking backwards, away from him. Once he started walking as well, I turned around to see where I was going and almost immediately crashed into someone. “Oh my god! I’m so sorry!” I exclaimed. I dropped to the ground to help pick up the things that I had so rudely pushed from their arms.

“Well, how could I complain when you just dropped to your knees in front of me?” Ransom’s smug voice made the hairs on my arm stand up and I slowly got back up. “Hmm… Well, don’t get used to it, baby.” I smirked at him before offering his notes back to him. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a date with someone I actually want to see.” As I pushed past Ransom and his friends, a quiet gasp went through the group and I knew I would pay for that one soon enough.

When I made it home, I was greeted by what looked like a bomb crater and I was reminded of my stressful morning and the fact that I needed some new batteries for my alarm. I went into my bedroom to put my bag down and change into something comfier. I reached for my black cotton pencil skirt and tossed my jeans over the chair. I decided to take my top off as well, wearing only the skirt and my cropped flannel.

Katy was supposed to be here soon, so I ducked back out to living room and started cleaning up. I had managed to get the worst of it, just as there was a knock on my door. “Come in.” Katy quickly poked her head through the door opening, a smile covering her entire face. “Ugh, babe, you will not believe what happened today!” I could not help but mirror her smile as I looked at her. “Why? What happened?”

She put her bag down next to the door before riding herself of her coat and shoes. “I got the job!” She squealed and started jumping up and down. “What? Oh my god! That is amazing!” I squealed right back at her and ran towards her to jump around with her. “I know! They called me just as I was getting out of Brit Lit. Oh, I just can not believe that I will be working at a real publishing house!” Her squealing was reaching dangerous heights and I almost could not make out what she said, but that did not stop me from continuing to jump around squealing with her.

After hours of dishing, drinking and celebrating, Katy finally had to go home. Pouting, I followed her out to the front door, watching her quietly as she put her coat and shoes on. “Text me, when you’re home safe, okay?” I asked. She shot me a quick smile. “Of course, babe. I always do.” She gave me a quick hug and then made her way out the door. I wandered back into the living room again and started cleaning up, again. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Confused I made my way back to the door. “Babe? Did you forget something?” I asked, pulling the door open. The face that greeted me however was not Katy’s.

“Hugh?” The surprise was as evident in my voice as it probably was on my face. He was leaning against the doorframe smirking down at me. “God, I thought she would never leave.” He practically growled as he pushed his way past me. “No, please. Come on in.” The sarcasm was dripping from my voice, as I closed the door after him. When I came back into the living room, he was smirking again. “Looks like you girls had fun.” He looked sceptically at the empty bottles of wine and then back to me.

He smiled slightly as he noticed, that I was swaying a little. “Yeah, well, we did. Why are you here, Hugh?” I said, stumbling a little as I reached for my wine glass. “Oh no, I think you’ve had plenty.” Ransom quickly snatched it from my hand before I could empty it. I pouted again, trying to take it back from him. In my drunken struggle for my own damn drink, I did not even notice the breath hitching in Ransom’s throat as the buttons of my flannel had come undone and my chest pressed against his or the way he tensed slightly, as I whined in his ear, before giving up and resting my head on his shoulder.

“You smelly really good.” I mumbled as I nuzzled my face in his shoulder, slowly wrapping my arms around him. He laughed quietly before resting a hand on my lower back. “You’re so drunk.” His tone was almost gentle. A giddy smile broke out on my lips, as I looked back up at him. “You’re being nice to me.” I said quietly before continuing. “Don’t get me wrong, your douchy holier-than-thou attitude is sexy as hell, but I don’t think you have ever been nice to me before.” His eyes sparkled at me and that signature smirk crept over his lips again.

“Sexy as hell, huh? And here I was starting to think that you were getting tired of me.” Shocked, I quickly shook my head no but had to stop as I stumbled slightly again. Ransom’s arms locked around me and held me tight against his chest. “I could never get sick of you, Hugh. I mean, you’re not a very nice person and I don’t actually think we have anything in common, but fuck… I cannot get you of my mind and I am not even sure why. It can’t just be the sex, even though the sex is pretty damn great.”

I let my head fall onto his chest again and sighed deeply. “Stay with me.” His hands squeezed my hips in response. “Sure, babygirl. I’ll stay.” A shiver made it’s way down my spine at the pet name. “Fuck, I love that.” I mumbled before pressing a hard kiss to his lips. Ransom’s grip on my hips tightened and I lingered there for a while, loving the feeling of his hands on my hips and the warm feeling of his skin against mine. Slowly pulling away for air, I took his hand in mine and lead him to my bedroom.

As we reached my bedroom Ransom’s hand fell from mine. I wandered over to the chair and softly tugged my skirt off, before turning to face him. “What are you waiting for? Strip.” My words seemed to pull him from his thoughts as his eyes went from scanning me all over to looking straight in my eyes. “What?” He sounded like he was choking on the word. I walked over to him, closing the distance between us again. My hands quickly grabbed the edge of his shirt and started pushing it up his chest.

“Strip.” I raked my nails carefully over his nipples and a light moan escaped his lips, before he helped me pull his shirt all the way off. Our eyes met again and for a few seconds we just stared at each other. He gently reached out and started unbuttoning the few remaining buttons on my flannel. As he did the last one, his hand moved up to my shoulder and slowly pulled it off. I let my fingers wonder about his chest again, tracing invisible patterns.

An impatient huff left his lips before he roughly grabbed my neck and crashed his lips onto mine. Almost instantly, I kissed him back. I let my arms settle around his neck and pulled myself even closer to him. Our teeth clanged together, as he greedily tried to swallow every breath of mine. His other arm snaked around my waist as he started guiding me back to my bed. Suddenly, he shoved me onto the bed and he smiled as my boobs bounced from the contact with the bed. I let myself get comfortable, knowing that Ransom liked to watch me. I let one hand twirl around some hair while the other rested comfortably on my bare stomach. My eyes locked with his again, as I patiently waited for him to join me.

Too much time had passed and I was starting to get cold and frankly also a little annoyed with him. “Come on, Hugh, just-“ His sharp voice interrupted me. “No.” There was a playful light behind his glaring eyes. “No?” I questioned, as I sat up. “Exactly, babygirl, you know that’s not my name.” A shiver travelled down my spine again at the pet name and Ransom noticed it, smirking from ear to ear. “What are you talking about, Hugh? Of course, that’s your name.” He shook his head, still glaring at me, before leaning down to whisper in my ear.

“You know it’s not. And if you keep calling me that I might just have to punish you, babygirl.” My breath hitched in my throat as his scent took over my senses. He was so close; he smelled divine and damn it, if I hadn’t been thinking about this all day. I had to close my eyes to keep from pouncing on him. As everything I had been fantasising about all day started flooding through my mind, I remembered the last time Ransom and I had been here and a smile curled around my lips, before I opened my eyes and spoke.

“Oh, so Daddy wants to play, huh?” My tone was low and breathy. A strangled gasp escaped his lips at the pet name. “It must be my lucky day then, because I’ve just spend all damn day thinking about Daddy’s rough hands pinning me down while his big beautiful cock pounds into me.” I barely got the last word out before Ransom was all over me, pinning me to the bed with a ravenous growl. His entire body pressing against mine, as he kissed me like it might be the last thing he ever did.

My hands quickly tangled themselves in his hair and I arched my hips up to meet his. Ransom‘s teeth sank into my bottom lip and he tugged harshly on it. I couldn’t help the loud moan falling from my lips or my hands tugging harshly on his hair. His hands roughly grabbed my hips, his fingers digging into the skin as he pushed me upwards. A whimper escaped my lips when I couldn’t reach his any longer and I could feel him smirk against my throat. He slowly made his way down my body, sucking and licking all over, leaving a trail of hickeys over my neck, chest and stomach.

He stopped just as he reached my thong and I almost could not bear to look at him; so sinfully gorgeous, his hair falling into his beautiful blue eyes and his thin pretty lips already swollen and red. One of his hands moved to my thong, hooking his fingers inside of it and slowly pulling it down. I squirmed impatiently and he laughed at me. He casually flung it over his shoulder, before suddenly plunging two of his fingers deep inside of me.

I gasped loudly, surprised by his rough actions and clenched around his fingers. My eyes fell shut as he build up a steady rhythm and I relaxed again, relishing in having him so close to me. “No, no, babygirl, got to keep your eyes on me.” A strangled moan escaped my lips, as I struggled to focus on him. Our eyes locked and I watched him closely, as his gaze never fell from my face despite his fingers being buried knuckles deep inside of me and him placing shallow kisses on my lower stomach. He smirked at me again. “You’re such a good little girl, aren’t you? So eager to please Daddy.”

His deep voice rumbled against my skin and my hands forcefully grabbed the sheets to keep from pulling on his hair. “Look, how responsive you are, babygirl. You fucking love this, don’t you?” He curled his fingers inside of me and I panted loudly as he brushed against my g-spot. I could feel the pleasure building and knew that I wouldn’t be able to hold it in much longer. As Ransom mercilessly poked at my most sensitive spot, I could not help but lift my hips up, trying desperately to create some friction. He chuckled deeply before pinning my hips to the mattress. “Easy, babygirl. We’re almost there. Just relax.” His hand slowly crept across my stomach, until it reached my waist. Before I registered what had happened, Ransom had pulled his fingers from me and quickly turned me, so that I was on my stomach.

Surprised and confused, I let out a huff of air. “Hugh, what the-“ A high-pitched moan interrupted my sentence as he smacked my ass. I panted harshly, both from surprise and pleasure. At first it stung, but I couldn’t even pretend not to like it. His hands settled on my hips again, before he pulled me to him. My ass was flush against the front of his jeans as I was supporting my weight on my arms. “I told you, that’s not my name.” His deep voice made the goose bumps rise on my skin and a low moan escaped my lips.

He was so damn hot like this, all rough and angry and dominating. “You better play nice, if you don’t want me to stop.”  He hummed slowly as his hand caressed the spot that he had just slapped and I grinded my ass against him.  His erection was pressing tightly against me and all I could think of was having him inside of me again. “Daddy, please.” I impatiently begged for him and relished in the moan he tried to suppress. Another slap was delivered to my ass and this time I did nothing to hide how much I loved it.

A pornstar-like moan fell from my lips as I threw my head back and grinded against him again. His hands fell from me but before I could complain, I heard the sound of his pants being unzipped and seconds later they were thrown to the floor next to my bed along with his boxers. Ransom roughly slid his fingers through my folds, collecting my wetness and I arched my back at his touch. A sinful slurping sound filled the room as Ransom sucked my wetness from his fingers. “You taste so damn good, babygirl.” He hummed softly, as I moaned back, loving his filthy words.

His hands wrapped around my hips again and he pulled me harshly against him. His hard dick was rubbing all over me and I was loosing my damn mind from all of his teasing. I opened my mouth, completely ready and willing to beg for him again, just before he slid into me. A high-pitched whimper fell from my lips as he bottomed out and I relished in the feeling of being full of him.

Too quickly he pulled out, before slamming back into me. “Fuck.” Ransom grunted from behind me, building a fast and hard rhythm. His fingers were digging into my hips, trying to pull me as close as physically possible. I arched my back up and was met with his warm chest against my back. His hot, laboured breath was falling down my neck and only drove me closer to the edge. One of my hands tangled themselves in his hair and the other desperately grabbed his arm, digging my nails into his skin.

“You take me so well, babygirl. Letting my cock pound into you while you moan like a damn pornstar. You’re so fucking hot, baby.” Ransom’s voice was raspy against my neck and I almost lost my mind, when he intertwined our fingers and wrapped our arms around my waist. My legs started to shake beneath me and I let my head fall on his shoulder as he continued pounding into me. I moaned loudly as he pressed against my g-spot. “Just like that, baby. Take it. You’re mine.” Ransom practically growled in my ear, as he sped up.

He led me back down on the bed, pressing his lips to my neck and shoulders. His hand resting next to my head as he continued fucking me from behind. His other arm was still wrapped together with mine and around my waist, lifting my ass up slightly to meet him. Every time he thrusted into me, I moaned loudly, trying desperately not to fall over the edge just yet. My walls clenched around him and all I could see, hear or feel was Ransom.

“Mine.” He grunted harshly. “All mine.” My hand desperately reached for something to grab, but only found my sheets. “Yours.” I was surprised by my own voice, but it was like I had lost all control of it. “I’m yours, Ransom, any time, any day. All yours.” His head rested in the crook of my neck and he slowed down his thrusts. Slowly dragging himself out, before slowly pushing himself back in but never missing my most sensitive spot. “Ranny, Daddy, please. Please let me come.”

The desperate plea also left my lips without me controlling it. His hand flew to my clit and rubbed fast circles on it. A loud moan fell from my lips and my knuckles were turning white from grasping at the sheets. “Just let go, babygirl. I’ve got you.” I could feel the vibrations of Ransom’s voice through his chest and with a loud whine I finally let go. My eyes rolled back into my head as I clenched and unclenched repeatedly around him. My arms gave in and my pillow muffled the moans and profanities mixed in with his name.

He continued thrusting into me, riding out my high until he stilled. He was deep inside of me as I felt him release inside me. His loud groaning of my name, eliciting even more clenching on my behalf while his hips continued grinding into mine. My loud whimper mixed in with his panting as he slowly pulled out of me. He collapsed beside me on the bed and suddenly grabbed my face, slamming his lips back onto mine. His tongue eagerly met mine and I hurriedly wrapped my legs around his hips, trapping him there.

As I broke away for air, Ransom kissed his way down my neck and I could not stop the question falling from my lips. “Did you mean what you said?” He hummed softly against my neck, before biting down on one of the hickeys he had left there earlier. “Well,” he said as he broke away from my neck to look me in the eyes. “The sex is pretty damn great and I can’t seem to stop thinking about you.” He brushed a few wayward strands of my hair away gently. “Not even when you’re completely ignoring me or making fun of my friends or pretending that you aren’t jealous of the girl sitting in my lap.”

A blush quickly spread across my cheeks at his last comment. “I didn’t think you noticed.” I said while running my fingers over his chest. “Oh, baby, I always notice you. Besides, it’s not like you could hide anything from me any more. I know all your tells.” His signature smirk was plastered on his lips again. “So the skank from today?” I couldn’t help but ask. A small laugh left Ransom’s lips. “Was just a skank that means nothing to me, yeah. Now, what about that boy-toy of yours?” Ransom narrowed his eyes at me in suspicion. “My boy-toy is named Eric and is actually gay.” I said and smirked at him.

“What?” The surprise was evident in his voice. “Yeah. I actually think that you know his boyfriend Liam. Apparently, he’s in a lot of your classes.” I shrugged as I finished talking. Ransom wrapped one of his arms around my waist and pulled me closer. “Jesus, how the hell did I not know that? I’m a damn idiot.” I rested my head on his chest, before speaking. “Yeah, but I guess you’re my idiot now.”

#imagine #chris evans #reader insert #ransom drysdale #fan fiction #smut #reader x ransom #reader x ransom drysdale

[bettsfic]

Hello i hope you are doing well! I was just wondering if you had any advice re: writing kissing/sex/etc scenes effectively without making it sound super clinical and "insert tab x into slot y"? I know there's a balance to be struck between writing out all the physical bits vs what your audience actually needs to get the gist of the scene, and you do it so well in your writing.

sorry for the delay answering this! first i’d like to direct you to @star-sky-earth‘s tips for good sex writing. truly, she is the master of smut, and her breakdown is better than anything i can tell you. 

here are some big-picture thoughts i have about sex writing, in no particular order:

recently i’ve been asking myself of the purpose and function of sex scenes. when i started writing, every sex scene de facto had to be pornographic, with the intention of reader arousal. over the last several years i’ve really stepped down from that idea, because most of the time i’m writing sex scenes to 

unveil character 

increase or release romantic/sexual tension

explore some facet of sexual identity and intimacy.

with that in mind, i haven’t necessarily been artfully describing throbbing cocks or slick folds lately. i’m more interested in the lead-up and consequences of a sexual interaction between characters. i’ve been practicing what i call the gloss-over and fade-to-black, where i either summarize the scene or skip it entirely. it felt a little bit like a self-betrayal the first time i did it, because i always like to read sex scenes even if i’m not reading them as porn. i’ve been playing with a “less is more” approach to sex. 

in original writing, particularly literary writing, i think smut can sometimes be a hard sell (see: taking years to publish my short stories, which are all very, uh, porny). i had to practice writing sex as exactly how you put it, insert tab x into slot y. i think there’s something to be said for sex writing that is the opposite of pornographic, but also isn’t cringe, you know? like writing sex that is an honest and loving portrayal of the act. sometimes i think that’s hotter than throbbing cocks and slick folds. by that i mean, keeping the sex scene exactly the same sort of narration as the rest of the story, just another thing that happens in a greater conflict (pwp notwithstanding). 

in a romance, sex or the first kiss is the highest-stakes moment. it’s the scene where characters are the most vulnerable. the greatest stakes most stories are capable of are creation and destruction. creation being sex, in either a literal baby-making way, or a metaphorical “creating a relationship together” kind of way. destruction being, of course, death. romances and comedies tend to end in creation; tragedies in destruction. so the first kiss, the first time having sex, and the wedding are all narratively emblematic of one of the greatest possible stakes. death and failure fall at the opposite end of the spectrum.

so, with all that said, i think sex writing very much comes down to the sentence-level construction. here are some smaller-scale thoughts:

in terms of genitalia epithets, personally i’m not fond of any words other than cock, cunt, and clit, with the occasional dick thrown in. i don’t mind other epithets when i read, but i just don’t like them for my own writing. let’s use “cock” as an example. “cock” is a noun, which means it’s either the subject or object of a sentence, which in turn means it’s the thing doing the action or receiving the action (pun, sorry). as the subject, it would be “his cock throbbed.” as the object, it would be, “he touched his cock.” navigating the naming of genitalia is i think one of the hardest (sorry) thing about porn writing. i try to use “cock” et al very sparingly, because when it comes up (sorry) it’s more jarring/surprising. that means i have to construct sentences around nouns which, as you might imagine, is difficult. often, when cock is the object, i’ll refer to it as “himself” instead, which i’m sure has a fancy rhetorical term i can’t think of right now (update: metonym. it’s called a metonym). (and i’m sure some linguist or rhetorician has probably written a whole paper on how problematic it is to refer to genitalia as one’s entire person). for example, “he stroked himself.” out of porn context, you get a very ambiguous image. one can stroke any part of one’s body. however in context, even though it’s not directly stated, we can assume he is, in fact, jerking it. 

generally speaking, in non-porn narration, i’m not fond of adjectives. again, i’m speaking to my own style here, and not prescribing it for others. but it’s taken me a lot of time and thinking to figure out how to construct my own writing style and i made the executive decision to use adjectives somewhat minimally (explaining why is probably a separate post). however, when it comes to sex scenes, i let myself use them a lot, as a treat. adjectives can concisely develop and complicate images. “cock” doesn’t tell me much about what image to conjure. “red, swollen cock wet at the tip” tells me a whole lot about what said cock looks like. here, red and swollen are adjectives and “wet at the tip” is an adjectival phrase. developing images is key to an arousing sex scene. imagery establishes physical response without resorting to “it felt good.” there’s nothing wrong with “it felt good” but if you’re trying to get your reader off, “red, swollen cock wet at the tip” is going to do a better job of it.

now to verbs. verbs are my favorite because they neatly package (sorry) action and imagery together. the word “thrust” conjures a different image than “grind.” both, however, push the scene along. once you establish that the fuckening is happening, you don’t really have to do much else. when you watch porn proper, you get however many minutes of said thrusting, and that’s what, for some people, is alluring. however, in writing, you can’t really write that exactly as it happens. it would be “he thrust. he pulled out. he thrust. he pulled out.” and nobody wants to read that. presumably. maybe someone would dig that, idk.

so instead of “he thrust x100″ or whatever, you use verbs to notate changes in the scene. on a big scale, it would involve changing position. on a smaller scale, it might be, colloquially speaking, “hit the spot that made him see stars.” each change, or verb, is usually increasing the tension to lead to the (literal) climax of the scene. the number and scale of the changes dictates the explicitness and pacing of the scene. the bigger the change in a single verb, the less explicit and shorter your scene will be; the smaller the verbs, the longer and more explicit it becomes. for example, “he got undressed” is different than describing an entire paragraph of removing each article of clothing. “she came” is different than describing each wave of orgasm, etc. which you choose depends entirely on, as i mentioned earlier, the purpose and function of the scene. 

okay so that’s enough about the nitty gritty of sex writing. i’d be remiss to spend so much time theorizing about sentence-level construction without giving you an activity or exercise as practice. so here’s how you might start out writing a sex scene if you’re totally lost. please note, this is not a rule, or even a guideline. it’s an experiment to help you get words on a page so you can revise it into something better.

try out a paragraph with a sentence of each of the following, in this order:

action: character A does something to character B 

reaction: character B reacts (moan, crying out, etc.)

image: dependent on what POV character is seeing, but the point is to pause in the action to describe something

repeat

if you stick to this too closely, you’ll definitely sound clinical, but also if you keep this pattern in mind, at least you’ll get a scene down. when you go to revise, you can move things around, throw in some dialogue, and most importantly, internal narration. internal narration during the sex scene is the key to moving forward whatever the actual plot of the story is (if applicable). 

god i hope this makes sense. if it doesn’t, feel free to drop back in and ask for clarification. anyway, happy porning! 

#writing advice #Anonymous

[arofili]

how’d u get into writing? like, writing fic and being part of the silm community, being Known, that stuff? i’m really new to being a silm cc and i’d love to know ur advice! also: how’d u build up the confidence to start posting meta/hcs? bc i have a Lot of hcs and meta ideas but also i’m really anxious abt posting them bc yknow anxiety is like that

these are some great questions, anon! I’m gonna go through them one by one :)

how’d u get into writing?

not to be like, super cliche, but I’ve...kind of always been a writer? as long as I can remember I’ve been telling stories, and when I was too young to read or write I would dictate them to my mom, who would type them up for me and help me choose clipart illustrations to accompany them. when I got old enough I would always be writing; I attempted my first novel at age 9, and while that never really went anywhere I did finish the darn thing and it had some pretty sophisticated plot twists for a 9-year-old!

like, writing fic

around the same time I got into fandom! I was deep into Warrior cats (like. really deep) and I believe I started writing my first fics when I was like? 10 or 11? my memory is kind of fuzzy on the order of things, but I know I got an account on the Warriors forums when I was 9, and that I was already posting my fic there when I made my FFN account. I believe I was 12 when that happened, but who knows. I haven’t the faintest idea of what happened with those forums, but uhhh pretty much all of my Warriors fic is still up on FFN lmao. you could probably find that if you want to but um...maybe don’t?

my first Big Fic was a self-insert of...my entire 5th/6th grade class into the then-current timeline of the Warriors books...well. I honestly think that might still be my most popular fic of all time l m a o though I try not to think about it because Hashtag Cringe. though as much as I look back on that time with a “yikes,” I am very grateful for the Warriors fandom in a way? that place was so accepting and encouraging of OCs, of AUs, of completely disregarding canon, of worldbuilding that is completely alien from canon - it was a fantastic sandbox to begin with, there were so many ways to write stories and practically all of them were accepted and had fellow fans invested in them!

and being part of the silm community, 

soooo I wrote Warriors fic until my freshman year of high school (wow sdjfhkdsjfh), which was when BOTFA came out, and I was absolutely wrecked by the ending and immediately started writing my own fixit fic. I was also super hooked on Kiliel! so that was my intro to the Tolkien fandom; and simultaneously, I joined tumblr, and, well, the rest is history tbh.

I honestly do not remember when I first read the Silm, but I kind of got into the more obscure parts of the Tolkien fandom through fandom osmosis, and I do have a vague memory of doodling the Finwean family tree in geometry class so it might have been later on in freshman year? that was also the same time I was having my Queer Awakening, and Russingon definitely contributed to me unlearning my internalized queerphobia, so probably around then.

anyway - queer awakening, tumblr, Tolkien, transitioning from FFN to AO3 - all of that was happening around the same time. I know I dipped my toes in the Silm fandom then, but I was still primarily a Hobbit fic writer focusing on Kiliel. toward the end of high school I kind of shifted to LOTR and (qp) Gigolas...but somehow the Silm fandom is the most active of the Big Three within the Tolkien fandom, and I was getting dragged further and further in.

it wasn’t until @backtomiddleearthmonth 2019, my freshman year of college, that I really dove into writing Silm fic! I picked some Silm-specific bingo cards and never looked back :D that was really not all that long ago but I am obsessed in a way I don’t really remember being even with TH/LOTR, I obviously cannot see the future but I anticipate hanging out here for a long time. the Silm fandom is great overall and there’s just so much material to work with!! <3

being Known, that stuff?

so I don’t really have a whole lot of context on how “well known” I am in the fandom?? definitely within the past year and a half or so I’ve noticed that I like, get asks like this, and get a significant amount of notes on my posts, and I’ve made a lot of fandom friends especially since I joined some Silm servers on Discord (hmu if you want invites; I’m on the SWG server and 2 general Silm servers and the Russingon server) this past year. and I have 3,000 followers as of this month - and while ever since I hit 1k I don’t particularly pay attention to my follower count I can definitely say that I have more engagement now than I used to! but it took me a long time to build this “audience,” I suppose; I’ve been around the Tolkien fandom since late 2014, so nearly 6 years of this, lol.

really the best way to build a following, in my experience, is to just post a lot of stuff. when I started making edits I got a lot more engagement, because for a long time I would post one every day! (I made them in batches and queued them; I didn’t actually make one every day lol...and now I’m too busy to do that, so I just make edits for events and whenever I feel like it) And I have [checks ao3] 145 works in the Silm fandom as of today - I’m fairly prolific! I’ve come to generally expect 3-10 comments on most of my oneshots, which is a lot more than I used to have back in the day. consistency and quantity are more likely to attract people to your work - and quality, of course.

also: how’d u build up the confidence to start posting meta/hcs?

I’ve been writing since I was very young, and I’ve been writing fic for like...11 years? I think? in that time I’ve produced a lot of garbage, but imo most of that was in my Warrior cats phase, so I came into the Tolkien fandom with confidence in myself and my writing. I’m also working on original fiction on the side (I hope to eventually become a published fantasy author, but right now school takes up most of my time that I don’t devote to fandom, which gives me more immediate gratification and also is just Very Fun) and I know I’m a good writer.

basically, I’ve been doing this for like...half my life, and I’m still fairly young, so I’ve had time to build up my skill and confidence and I know I’m only going to get better with time. you will get better with practice. like I said, I’ve written a lot of terrible stuff, and it’s only through sucking for a long time that I’ve gotten to the point I am now. and I am far from perfect; I know I still have lots of room to grow!

for meta and headcanons specifically, I started with writing fic, and then when I didn’t think I could stretch something into an entire fic I would just make a hc post. I have a vivid memory of writing my first meta in a notebook during driver’s ed because it was so goddamn boring and I had Thoughts about Tauriel and Thranduil!

in my experience, meta comes from having Opinions and wanting to share them and most importantly to back them up - you need to have sources! you need to have reasons! you need to have justification! otherwise it’s not meta, it’s a headcanon or an AU. which is fine!! I love hc/AU!!! but they are not the same as meta, and I’m a stickler for being accurate when it comes to meta. if you have sources and shit to back you up, that will help you build the confidence to share your meta.

sharing disinformation and passing it off as meta instead of just coming out and saying this is a headcanon/baseless theory/AU or whatever is such a fandom pet peeve of mine; it’s not bad for something to not be Accurate! you just have to have that disclaimer - and even when you’re writing meta, you’re offering an interpretation of the text, and you need to acknowledge that other interpretations also exist and are valid.

um. I hope this answers your questions? and sorry for basically word-vomiting my entire life story, lol. this post got long; the main reason I’ve written so much fic is because I really just cannot shut up for the life of me. sooo if you can tear of that filter of being shy and just. say shit. you can go so far~!

OH and one more thing - I can’t believe I almost forgot this - but part of being a writer is participating in the community. this is code for LEAVE A DAMN COMMENT IF YOU LIKE A FIC. that’s how I made most of my fandom friends before Discord! I follow @ao3feed-silmarillion and stalk that blog for new Silm fics; I read the ones that interest me and comment on them.

I know this is not really the most common way for folks to find fic but it’s so rewarding to interact with new fic, new writers, new commentors, new stories - you can find gems that don’t rise to the top of the kudos/bookmark lists; you become friends with your fellow writers; you can watch people grow and change; you support smaller content creators. yeah, you might not be getting Just The Best Stuff, but it’s so so so worth it!!

and if you make friends in the comment section of other people’s fic - I guarantee you some of them will go to your AO3 profile and check out your fic, too! and they’ll leave comments! this is a fic community, and that’s what I cherish about fandom most of all, tbh.

anyway - again - sorry for rambling so much, but I hoped this helped! feel free to send in another ask, or to come talk to me off anon if you’d like! and definitely send me your stuff if/when you decide to share it; I would love to support you!!! <3

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