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m1d-45 · 1 year
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Okay last little idea and I'll leave you be for a bit
Xiao actually responding to the names the creator gives him. Little Friend, Pretty Bird, ect. No matter how far away you are, if you call those names, he has to stop himself from turning into a bird and flying away at that very moment. Those pet names are as much his name as any other he's kept.
-sibling anon
me when xiao
in his time with you in his adeptal form, xiao has never told you his name.
and yet, he still hears you.
if he’s in the area and the wind brings him the softest call of “you here, little friend?” he morphs in an instant, instinct taking over as he flies to your summons. he ducks through the trees, landing gracefully in your outstretched hand, meeting your wide smile with a chirp.
“there you are,” you mumble, and he ruffles his wings in an approximation of standing straighter. he is here. for you.
he’s commonly perched on your index finger, or your thumb if he’s eating from your palm. you only feed him simple almonds, yet it tastes of a delightful meal, energy coursing through his body. he’s careful not to nick your skin in his eagerness, but nobody could blame his enthusiasm if they knew what he felt.
by sitting in your hand, he is rested. by staying at your side, he is healed. he still upkeeps his duties, ever vigilant, but he’s quicker now, spurred on by something—someone—to return to. his place is at your side, and he hates keeping you waiting.
even when he has to.
xiao crossed his arms over his chest, staring off at liyue’s plains while he waited for the traveller to finish talking with… whoever. he honestly wasn’t paying attention. all he was there for was the lost adeptal artifact that the commissioner had promised he had, and then he would be on his way.
the man said something with a tilt to his tone. the traveller laughed. xiao grit his teeth.
“friend? little buddy? where are you?”
the call pulled at his soul as every other name he held, and he itched to answer.
paimon made a comment, an ooh! tossed somewhere in the middle, and xiao snapped.
“can we wrap it up? this is not a proper use of an adeptus’ time.”
the man swiftly apologized, handing over the totem, and xiao all but snatched it from his hand. a ‘farewell’ may or may not have slipped from him in time for the traveller to hear, he wasn’t sure. all he knew was that one moment he was dropping the totem off at his room at the inn, and the next he was leaping off the balcony, shifting mid-air to fly towards you.
he let out a loud cry when he spotted you, tucking in his wings to dive. you saw him and held out your hand, a motion so familiar that the actions to land were muscle memory.
he flared his wings, slowing his fall, flapping once, twice, before settling on your index finger. your thumb reached up, as it always did, and he leaned into it, repressing a coo at the feeling of it smoothing over his back.
“there you are, my pretty bird. where were you?”
a shiver rolls down his small body at your words, and he hides behind your thumb. you had many names for him—little friend, blue bird, simply blue—but pretty bird?
your pretty bird?
he’s hot in a way he can’t identify, a melting mix of emotions filling his chest. pride, admiration, adoration, even, all blurring into a messy film that covered his mind.
you turned towards your camp, keeping the hand with him perched close to you. “doesn’t matter. you’re here now, pretty bird. i missed you, you know.”
and you missed him?
xiao’s known for a while that the one on the throne wasn’t truly his god, but now he’s wondering if you were. the swell of confusing feelings was proof enough; were you anybody else, mortal or immortal, god or adepti, he’d have surely struck you down for your behavior long ago. cooing over him as if he were a mere household pet, feeding him scraps of crushed fruit, calling him such names as ‘pretty bird’- he’d have morphed back the second he was strong enough, held his blade to your throat and called you insolent and ungrateful. he’d leave you with a scar, and yet here he was, apologizing for the one he did leave in any way he could.
you carefully poured some almonds pieces in your palm, and he shifted to your thumb as you sat. were you anybody else, you would be dead. but your eyes are still open, carefully watching him, and your heart still beats blood. he can feel your pulse through his claws, sometimes, and often finds his own slowing down to match it.
you had an adeptus eating from the palm of your hand, and yet you were none the wiser. you simply propped your head in your free hand, a gentle smile on your face.
“my pretty bird,” you said quietly, and xiao’s eyes closed of their own volition.
yours.
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tackytigerfic · 2 months
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im soo hyped for that wartime fic :O do you have any entire how long in terms of chapters it will be?
Hello Anon, thank you so much for being excited about this. It really is such a kind thing to tell me, esp after I've been writing this fic for so long and having absolutely zero perspective on it anymore.
I am hoping to post it in chapters, as I have never had a fic long enough to do that with before! And it might be my only chance. It's currently nearly 220k with a bit more to write (but not much more!) though I am going to try to cut it back as close to about 150k as I can get it. And then I'm going to try to divide it into about 15 chapters or so, and post a chapter every 2 days for a month. They will be big chunky boys, those chapters! I know a lot of people don't read WIPs and I don't mind if people don't follow along, but I have read along with a handful of WIPs myself and it was such fun that I thought I'd like to try it from the other side. I do also have a smut epilogue planned which I might have to post a bit later, depending on how quickly I get through the editing process.
Here's a little snip from the fic too, just while I'm here, and since it's still WIP Snip Sunday! In this scene, Harry and Draco are no longer friends, after Draco ran off to France. They have just been humiliated to learn (through drinking a charmed drink) that they share the same happiest memory, and it involves a day out they had in London together many years before.
"It’s obviously some sort of error in the charm, like you said.”
“Exactly.” Draco had the steel of conviction in his voice. “But even if it wasn’t… if that really was your happiest memory, I mean. Well, you know I’m not judging you.”
“Well, you’re not exactly in any position to judge me, are you?” Harry said nastily, hating himself a bit for it. “After all, it was your happiest memory too.”
They were quiet then, Harry weighing up Draco’s silence, judging it for what he knew it was; a confession.
“Well,” Draco said, and cleared his throat. “It really was excellent ice-cream.”
“Hermione says we all have some sort of trauma reaction from being at war for so long, and she thinks I’m latching onto anything that isn’t completely terrible in my past.”
“Oh, cheers,” Draco broke in. “Though I suppose not-completely-terrible is a fair assessment.”
Harry wanted to tell him that there was a time when he was pretty much the exact opposite of terrible—the counterpoint to all the shitty things Harry had to worry about, the thing that undercut all the misery and drudgery of the war Harry was locked into. But Harry couldn’t remember feeling the purity of those feelings anymore, not since they’d been all muddied up by Draco leaving, the awful gasping pain of the surprise abandonment, the sick relentless ache of the realisation that Draco really wasn’t coming back.
“I miss London,” he said instead. “Sometimes I even miss Grimmauld Place.”
“That’s another thing he’s ruined,” Draco said, shoving his sweating plastic bags of takeaway onto the small table. “London always felt so safe. It was so big, so anonymous. I could be anyone I wanted there. And now he’s everywhere, like a virus. How often do you get back there?”
“Hardly ever,” Harry said. “When I went to meet you, that was the first time in months. The Council thinks it’s too much of a risk, me going into his territory. His warding system isn’t as sophisticated as ours yet, of course, but he’s working with a lot of innate power there, and it’s concentrated stuff. If I fall into his hands, it would be all over for us.”
“Lots of magic per square foot in London,” Draco agreed. “I do worry about that. If he gets back to his full strength at any point, with all that magical energy behind him…”
“I know,” Harry said. “It’s one of the things that keeps me up at night, to be honest.”
“There are probably quite a few of those,” Draco said, lip curling not unkindly. “Do you— I mean, I always order too much…” He waved his hand at the bags of takeaway. Harry could see a curling bag of brown paper with the corner of a herb-dappled naan poking out, and he felt ravenous again, all of a sudden.
“Yeah, I could eat,” he said. “If you’re sure.”
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amoneki-ramblings · 12 days
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Also, your 'Amon stays in the CCG and works with Haise' AU is fantastic and should have been canon. Poor Amon misses Eyepatch terribly (he still has QUESTIONS damnit!) but doesn't want to get Haise (or Akira) in trouble, so he can't really say much, but he and Haise get suspicious of the CCG being corrupted. They investigate together, but they have to be discreet and they HATE IT, the CCG is supposed to represent justice! Inner!Kaneki drops hints and nags Haise in the background constantly.
YESSSSS GOD AMON AND HAISE NOT INTERACTING IN :RE WAS SUCH A MISSED OPPORTUNITY TO ME I WAS SO GENUINELY SURPRISED WHEN THEY NEVER DID
In the context of my AU I think Amon would feel so let down by the emergence of the Quinx project. He's spent all this time investigating the CCG's suspicious sides and almost uncovered what they were really aiming to do and then it just gets. Announced, just like that. That they're putting ghoul organs in people to use as weapons. It feels wrong. Everything clicks terribly into place. But he can't say anything. And Eyepatch is gone already (or so he Thinks) It all feels anti-climatic, somehow.
Then he meets this new investigator, who shakes his hand and greets him cheerily. He's being mentored by Akira. They are to treat him as a human unless he loses control, to which they'll treat him as a ghoul. It's Eyepatch. It's Haise Sasaki. Amon has to stomach the thought of both working with him and potentially having to "erase" him if he remembers who he is. He likes Haise, even if he's different from Eyepatch, but Haise might not be around forever, for one reason or another. He's never had to kill a co-worker or friend before. (I think, similar to Akira in canon :re Amon would be assigned a big role in leading squads when the CCG has to keep Haise under control. It only makes sense, he's done significant damage to him before, in half-kakuja form no less, and managed to escape this guy even without a weapon. And he's also like, one of the Only Guys who has ever killed a ghoul with his bare hands before.) Still though, the thought of killing Haise, whether it be with a quinque through the heart or the snap of a neck, is nauseating.
The CCG higher-ups are suspicious, obviously, because Amon is the only one who truly knows Everything about Eyepatch, and he might screw with Haise's memories. They're keeping an eye on him and make sure they don't get too close, unless Amon needs to confront Haise, since Haise, even when losing control, just can't seem to hurt him. Not really at least (if it ever does happen he feels So Guilty) ((Also sidenote but Haise probably visibly winces when he first meets Amon. His head hurts and he's not sure why. He feels melancholic and he doesn't know why. He feels a flood of relief. But he doesn't know why. He likes Amon a lot and wants to get to know him. The white-haired ghoul in his head seems particularly fixated on him, won't stop looking at him. Haise somehow knew Amon's name before he was even told what it was. He surmises that it's just because Amon is so well-known in general. (He knows, deep down, that it might be more than just that)))
Haise has small recollections of memories, but he can't tell anyone, obviously. Sometimes he has nightmares of flower fields and battles under the rain. When he and Amon get closer he tells him a little about them. "It's probably nothing" he laughs, unsure, but Amon knows what they really mean. He sees Eyepatch in Haise and it hurts terribly. He fears the chance that he'll never get to ask the questions he had, almost as much as he fears the chance that one day he suddenly will. The answers he's wanted for so long are so close that they are literally standing right next to him, yet they're so far.
As things move forward they definitely try to investigate and figure out the CCG's corrupt system together. But they have to be careful, on the outside co-workers (including Akira) make comments about how close they are and what a good team they make but within the inner-workings of the CCG they have their careful eyes on them. Maybe Akira's a little weary about it, tells Amon as such sometime and Amon says he knows (but there are things he can't tell even her.) Maybe one time Haise and Amon talk briefly, maybe after or during Haise losing control of himself and he says something and it sounds hauntingly like Eyepatch. Haise had looked at him differently during that moment. His voice sounded different. It was pained, but not in the physical sense. Maybe it wasn't Haise at all, actually.
Haise has a dream once about a man shouting asking him if he really is just a ghoul. Somehow he doesn't feel like it's for him. (But surely it means something to Kaneki Ken). Maybe, like in that comic I drew, Kaneki is incredibly relieved that Amon is alive, but also terribly jealous that all he can do is watch from the shadows LOL
Ough sorry I got SO carried away I've just been meaning to list out some of the details of my AU thoughts for AGES this has been living rent free in my mind for MONTHS it's one of my favorite thoughts Ever
It's insane, how many parallels are setup between Kaneki/Haise and Amon, yet Haise and Amon never meet once, even though Amon is foreshadowed constantly during :re. To be fair there is so much going on in :re already but still, man. Man,
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kyouka-supremacy · 6 months
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that happened to me 😭 had like fifteen bullet points i was gonna expand on, then when it hit 2k, i just answered with "sskk is the focus"
RIGHT????? LIKE, SAME.
Reasons why I like Beast: the compelling alternative universe concept, the intriguing story, the fantastic characters writing, the siblings relationships, the beautiful designs and gorgeus manga art style, the thought stimulating subjects,
Equally real and valid reasons why I like Beast: it's a sskk story.
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63historian · 2 months
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[i was hoping to post this under happier circumstances, but if you’d like a distraction]
Surprise! Time travel Gewis is in fact my creation🤗
Under the cut is a short epilogue I originally wrote for the story but then decided not to include:
Somehow he made it back to the hotel, vaguely aware of Jenson's supporting arm around his waist, holding him upright while they stumbled through the streets of Monaco.
He expected to wake up with a raging hangover but- he feels kind of light.
Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, his elbow bumps into a solid object next to him. When he turns to his side, he’s met with the image of a peacefully sleeping Lewis. His braids are laid out- wait, his braids. And a nose piercing, and a couple extra tattoos than he had last night.
Sure enough, when he looks at the other side of the bed, his phone is laying on the nightstand, plugged into a charger just like he puts it every night. The date on his lockscreen says December 2, 2024.
Oh fuck, how did this happen?
i wasn’t planning on taking this any further but now idk, i just might
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Can you write something in honor of Kurt's birthday? I celebrated and had a little party when it hit 12! (None of my friends ended up coming tho :/ )
Happy Birthday to my favourite scrunkly man 💙✌️
Kurt Kunkle x reader
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You smiled as you traced your hand softly up and down your boyfriends cheek, leaning up on your elbow as you waited for him to wake up.
This would be Kurts first birthday with you, and you really wanted to make it special. Kurt deserved to feel special, today of all days. You knew that’s something he wanted.
You also knew his parents probably wouldn’t do much on the day. So apart from visiting his mom like she’d called about last night until Kurt promised he was coming, a little sulkily over the phone, to pick up a present, you’d have the whole day with him. You knew she’d gotten him one thing at least. Nothing big, but you were glad she at least seemed to remember it was her sons birthday. You thought even Kris might drop something off, since Kurt said he was doing okay at the moment, with his career and stuff. Mostly, Kurt just wanted to spend the day with you. You were so glad he felt brave enough to just tell you that straight out. Of course, it was what you wanted too!
As Kurt dozed, looking so peaceful and cute like he always did when he was asleep, you couldn’t help but lean forward and start kissing the side of his face. Very lightly, although apparently it was too gentle, because suddenly you had a hand clumsily slapping your face, and Kurt was waking up with a startle.
“Ow.” You simply stated. And Kurt, who now realised there weren’t spiders all over him, and saw you holding your nose, apologised with his raspy morning voice. Eyes closing again, but leaning up slightly to kiss your face better, poorly aimed, but still hitting. He fell back onto his pillow, but his arm reached out for you, wrapping around your waist and pulling you in closer for a cuddle. Since the blankets had been tussled down and he was shirtless, he could do with your warmth too, as his other arm rubbed blearily at his face.
“Kurrrrt?” You sang, not laying down on his chest like he was probably holding you for, instead kissing more at his cheek, properly now he was awake.
“Hmm?” Kurt responded, blinking open his eyes before smacking his lips. Managing to angle his cheek and lean in to your kisses, but still having trouble getting his eyes to stay open.
“Happy Birthday sweetheart!”
Now Kurt could open them. Rolling onto his side to face you, his hand still on your waist, rubbing it. Slowly his face began to crack into a smile. “Aw... thanks baby. You ‘membered?” He asked tiredly, his hand reaching up to caress at your face now, as yours played at the top of his chest.
“Course I did! And how old are you turning today?”
Kurt started to look downtrodden. His smile falling right as his eyes did from your own. His hands gently tugging at the loose strings on your hair while he fiddled. “You don’t know?”
Not very good of you. You shouldn’t be rhetorical and try and confuse Kurt with social cues, today of all days (even though you weren’t actually trying). Especially when he was still so sleepy. You at least wanted him to have one birthday without disappointment.
“Of course I do silly!” You said astonished, cupping both his cheeks in a good hold in your hands, feeling his cheeks raise with a smile before you pulled him in for a quick peck. “I just need you to help keep count, so I can give you a kiss for every year.”
You started plastering him with kisses. At first all over his face, but moving over his neck, his shoulders, his chest. As you grabbed his hands, you started lacing them up his arms too. Kurt was giggling as soon as you began. His voice rasping out the first few giggles nearly silently, until he started to wake up more from the constant affection, and was properly giggling in your hold now. Turning closer to you and grabbing the back of your shirt, he laughed more because you were tickling him with your kisses. Scrunching his face and body up, but fighting himself from leaning away from your onslaught of kisses. He was super ticklish, very sensitive. Which you loved about him.
You pulled back with one loud smack to the butt of his chin, as your eyes shone. “In fact. I think today I should just kiss you all over, every inch. You know, as a birthday treat.” You ‘proposed’, although you knew it wouldn’t take any convincing.
Kurt wriggled even closer to you, if he could, your arms squished into his warm chest as he nodded eagerly, mouth hanging open and eyes droopy, but wild with love, as he looked to your lips, fanatic at this idea. “I- I think you should kiss me for every day how- every day old I am!”
“Awesome idea.” You enthused back, squishing lots of kisses directly on his nose, that Kurt only head butted you for more of. “I promise to kiss you all over, until your legs die.” You swore, pressing a kiss to his bare shoulder, while Kurt was currently butting his head into your shoulder like a cat. “Then, when we need to get ‘em working again, we can get up and I can show you the presents I got you!”
Kurt lifts his head up now, eyes winking from being all crinkled, as he smiles sweetly up at you. “Really?”
“Mmhm!” You’re getting excited, ready to tell him all about your agenda, and seeing him glow under the knowledge of the love and effort you’ve put in, just to celebrate Kurt. “We have a lot planned for today!”
Kurt’s smile dimmed a little. It was still there, but the way Kurt slowly moved up, how his hand cupped your cheek, while the other settled on your own, the way his deep brown eyes were peering into yours, he was being more serious now. Kurt’s hand shook your cheek a little, and he moved his face in closer, his heart beating steadily under his chest. “I love you. So much.”
And Kurt meant it. Every single ounce. He loves you more than anything, and anyone, in this whole world. He felt it in his heart, his throat, his stomach, under his skin, even his mind, it was the only thing Kurt was sure of. He was so lucky to have you, and he couldn’t believe you loved him, that you’d want to do all this, for him. Just to make him feel... special. Feel loved.
“I love you too.” You promised. Just as faithful an oath as Kurt had made. And you smiled as Kurt leaned forward, and gave you a proper kiss finally. You laughed at the way he was giggling into your mouth, your hands sunk into his lovely hair that you were going to wash for him, giving him a bath he could relax in later on. Kurt’s own arms were slung affectionately around your neck. His lips kissed against yours, taking you in as he lovingly but sweetly, kissed you with all the genuine heartfelt joy he was feeling right now. That you’d made him feel.
When he eventually pulled away, you let him be cheeky, as you saw the mischievous glint in his eyes, and only guffawed at him as he leaned forward to lick a stripe over the corner of your lips. Dabbing it away, but giving him an apology kiss when he playfully awed at you for it.
Kurt braced his hand on your knee, eyes lit up and that energy finally sinking into his body for today. “Bed later. Presents and breakfast now.”
Kurt definitely wanted to cuddle with you, and have you kiss him all over, and get lots of sweet birthday sex, but he was really excited at the prospect of presents. Also, a special breakfast.
“Done deal, birthday boy.” You placed your hand on top of his affirmatively, and you didn’t miss the way he got all excited whenever you mentioned that fact. “I actually have breakfast all planned out.” You stuck your tongue between your teeth excitedly, and you found yourself gasping between laughs as Kurt threw himself on top of your body. Nowhere to escape as your legs became numb, caught under Kurts hips from his sudden attack. And your cheeks hurt from smiling, as Kurt let his hands roam free to spread his love, and he kissed all over you. Very affectionately. with no rhyme, or precision, just lathering on his very energetic love now.
Until finally, minutes later, Kurt eventually calmed down a little. Probably at the prospect of remembering your plans, and he sat up, stroking your back with a pleased hum as he let you breathe.
After you were okay again, you grabbed his hand to help him out of bed, and started dragging him to the front room you’d already decorated last night for Kurt’s birthday, when he’d gone to your room a little earlier.
And for once, Kurt found himself actually excited for his day.
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hermanunworthy · 8 months
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hiiii it’s me, blowing you a kiss and bringing you paragraphs on stab wounds <3
there’s a lot to talk to god about. grant isn’t particularly religious. his dad is, and he’s never had a bad experience with religion exactly. they baptized lincoln and they celebrate christmas and easter, but he’s never been the type to pray. you can get a lot of anger out at god yelling at other players online.
he talks to the doodler though. if you give the void a name, you can make it closer to a monster, create something that can be killed. grant believes it is going to kill him first. it’s important that no matter how unfair a fight it is, it is a fight. he used to think it should be comforting, that here was this one thing he couldn’t kill. that was before they had a son. now, it is man-circling-man, grant looking up into the sky every day and remembering when there was an eye to challenge him back.
when grant talks to the doodler, he is talking to something he believes will see the death of him. the others will be the one to kill it, with their magic and fate-twisting cards. it will take him, he’s only human. part of him loves it for that. grant isn’t particularly religious, but this god isn’t particularly holy.
kill me in the morning. I don’t want to live my last day in dread, worried it will be cut off at any moment. for my last day, I want to take in a breath and feel my lungs fully expand. the day before you kill me, I want to not be afraid. I want to feel and for that feeling to just be good. I want to have one moment where I’m laughing, and it’s like there’s a golden ball of light filling me up so completely, the whole world looks bathed in sunlight through my eyes.
I miss the sun.
lark remembers when his mind was his own place. glued at the hip to sparrow, shouting together fighting together looks exchanged so often they may have been swapping eyes entirely, but they were still separate people. then they woke up one morning in an inn and pulled some adult’s robe over themselves, and lark couldn’t say which one of them was on top anymore, who sat on whose shoulders, and it was the strangest experience, to settle into the personhood of a prophecy. it was fun, it was a game, watch the people fight! have everyone else support the battle to come that will make you the bravest heroes! conquer this world and achieve the greatness that hums so close to the surface beneath your skin you can never stay still.
after they became the lord of chaos, they could not move out of each other’s minds. there was a time lark was fifteen when it twisted into a sudden panic, the realization he could not get away. he tried- teenagers want to be independent, to grow up, to be different. this destiny suffocated him. when he was younger he had so much power. he could have done anything. the slant lines narrowed, the church of the doodler chanted, the knife he ended the world with was buried in the same yard as their dog. he would never be anything else. he would never have done anything else. he had to fix it. he had to live like this. he could have done anything and now this was all he would ever do.
lark did not like apologizing. every day he spends alive after what he did to his father, he spends as an apology. he hates apologizing- the shorter, the better. when lark talks to the doodler, he is talking to himself, for being the thing that fucked the universe so spectacularly it tore into two other realms.
I will eat you alive. I have it in me to drive the knife in shallowly, to watch you writhe and rot. it’s you and me at the end of all things. I will kill you. I don’t have a choice. you poisoned everything in my world and swept my childhood up into your apocalypse when I was way too young. you have bred your own enemy. I will watch them bury you in the yard and my father will love you enough to do it beneath the tree. I will kill you with the power you gave me and then you will stop hurting my brother.
I saw what was in you. you never grow up.
anon im gonna be so real w u i woke up at like 3am just now feeling absolutely terrible and when i saw i had a new minific in my inbox it really helped me feel better. ur writing is so brilliant its very inspiring to me esp now that im trying to get back into my own writing
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so does stede also get to make fun of ed for leaving the crew on the dock or does only ed get to mock stede’s trauma
(anon is referencing this post)
no, but the CREW get to bully ed for the marooning
if ed tries to come up w a plan that splits up jim/olu and lucius/pete everyone is like "wow, ed, again? really?" any time theyre docked and ed stays behind (either by himself so he can watch the ship or with stede so he can [REDACTED]) theyre all like "you'd better not sail away without us again!!" any time ed isn't there for a fuckery (bc idk he's recovering from an injury or smthng) the crew is like "but captain... this is just like that time with the talent show... oh the memory of that island is so haunting..."
lucius ESPECIALLY goes all-in with the jokes. (altho i do think it would take ed and lucius longer to be comfortable enough with the whole Attempted Murder thing for jokes. not because lucius is traumatized/cant forgive ed, but bc we know ed has prior trauma surrounding his own violent behavior and feeling responsible for people's deaths.) any time lucius is in a room alone with ed, whether it be for two seconds as ed passes through the galley or for several hours when lucius asked ed to show him how to do tattoos, he makes sure he's within ed's earshot when he tells another crew member "oh my god, i had the scariest near-death experience just now"
and the way STEDE teases ed is by buying and/or stealing furniture/decor that ed absolutely fucking hates and when ed complains or makes a face stede is like "well, i know it's not as good as what i had before..." or "oh, i'm just so happy to be filling the space again!" or "i suppose if you truly hate it we can always just toss it in the ocean"
(stede doesnt care for these pieces, either, and they DO eventually get rid of them, but he commits to this bit as long as he can stand to)
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stabbyfoxandrew · 5 months
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CAN'T BE IGNORING THAT WINKY FACE!
Kevin's Crown ;) - @jtl-fics
OKAY so Kevin's Crown ;) is a barely started kandreil fic in which it's Kevin's birthday. And Nicky jokingly gets him one of those plastic kids' tiaras to wear while they're out at Eden's or wherever they're going. (I don't know man I'm not drivin this fic.) Anyway,,, Kevin immediately throws it in the floor and grumbles about how stupid that is. And Nicky is heartbroken.
"Oh come onnnnnnnnn! You're the one who wants to be a queen, wear your crown!!!!!"
Kevin refuses, of course. And the foxes, after they stop bullying him, start chattering about something else. And while they aren't paying attention, Andrew picks the crown up and hands it to Kevin, who scoffs.
But then Andrew tells him if he keeps it on all night he and Neil will give him the royal treatment. Kevin isn't sure what that means, but he sort of Wants To Know. So Neil takes the crown out of his hands and puts it on him, calling Kev 'your majesty'. And they go out and Kevin has to keep his crown on. And then... smut :)
🕊️WIP Ask Game🕊️
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tozettastone · 11 months
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you're a prolific writer to me, how do you manage?
Hmm, I guess by some metrics I must be. It depends on what you mean by "prolific," I think.
For me: I don't work full time, and writing is virtually my only hobby. If I have the energy for much of anything after work, I usually spend it writing. It's a good hobby, really. It feels productive, it's cheap and it's hard to hurt yourself or anyone else with it. I don't edit my fic very heavily, either, which makes it way faster than other kinds of writing.
Also, my home is a mess. Jot that down. I haven't vacuumed in like a fortnight. It sounds so much better if I say I was "busy writing".
But I guess here I was more thinking about the few fic writers I get notifications from, some of whom I know to have full time jobs and partners, and who have somehow written another 200k–300k words of fic this year.
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laesas · 1 year
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If you're still taking 'should they fuck raw' asks: VegasPorsche, KinnTay, PetePorsche, KimVegas
I'm Kissing you on the mouth anon ✨
VegasPorsche - Always. There's no excuse. When Vegas invites him out on the ducati and Porsche goes with him to spite Kinn. Oof. I know in my heart that Porsche should have ridden more than that motorbike. Be On Cloud, please know I will never forgive you for taking this from me. Fuck Raw rating: 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥/5
KinnTay - I love it. I love it. Childhood-Friends-to-Lovers is cute but it's ELITE as a platonic (platon-ish?) revengefuck with Tay getting back at Time's cheating. I read a fic like this a couple of months ago and it changed me as a person. I see KinnTay and immediately feel like a somellier swirling a fancy glass of wine. "An exquisite pairing..." 🔥🔥🔥🔥/5
PetePorsche - Kissing is for people we like only, and who do we like more than our bestest bestest friends. I've said it before and I'll say it again. I think it should have happened (Donkey Kong Voice:) *once*. I'm not convinced they're actually compatible, but I love a friends with benefits, besties making out cause theyre drunk and bored, laughter-while-fucking kinda vibe. Also prison fight scene make brain go brrrrrrrrr. 🔥🔥🔥🔥/5
KimVegas - THEY'RE COUSINS?!?!?!?!?! - ..........Is what I would say if I were fucking boring.
Listen. I don't *condone* it. But GOD. Kim and Vegas are both completley unhinged, violence-hungry, and deeply manipulative to the point of self-destruction. They're warped mirrors of one another, willing to tear themselves apart in an instant to get what they want and compelling in any interaction. Vegas is already canonically psychosexually obsessed with Kinn, it's barely a jump for him, and Kim in all his homme-fatale, perfect-proxyfuck glory doesn't strike me as the type to turn down that kind of leverage if it would protect his family.
Obviously, they shouldn't fuck raw. They shouldnt. But what's one more sin between two men believing themselves far beyond redemption. Less of a question of whether they *should* but whether god would win if he tried to intervene. 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥/5
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Send me your unhinged blorbo combos and I'll tell you whether they should fuck raw 💌💕✨
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page 2 of 68!?!? ava really can talk huh
but fr literally cannot wait for next chap, actively salivating
i didn't think it was possible for me to love ava silva more than i did already, but writing almost 40,000 words of her voice in about 14 days !!! it takes a certain kind of character to drag that many words out of me. i had outlined a 10k chapter because i didn't think i COULD write in ava's voice, but i hope i've captured a little piece of her in this.
the support for this fic has me crying in the club so thank you!!
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bioloyg · 3 months
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End Of Year Fic-Writer ask meme question 6 please?🙏🏼😍
But of course<3 For the end of the year fic writing ask meme 6. What’s your favourite piece of dialogue you wrote this year?
If we're going by the strict definition of dialogue I'm gonna break the rule because the first place my mind gravitated was Carmen's monologue in chapter 3 of Fundamentals. Specifically, what's bolded. I spent an obscene amount of time writing and rewriting the entire scene, so she holds a special evil place in my brain.
Carmen blinks, hard, banishing the remaining tears from his eyes. “There’s this feeling I get sometimes when things are going good. Like someone’s gonna pull the rug out from under me and I’ll wake up and realize it was just a dream. My uh, business partner makes me feel that way.” His leg bounces up and down as he continues. “When she’s around it feels like everything is gonna be okay. Doesn’t matter if the power’s out, if we’re down a cook, or — or if we don’t have any of the shit we need for service. She finds a way to make it work. And that’s not really something I’ve had before. That kind of peace of mind. Stability. I don’t — I don’t know that I deserve to feel that. I don’t know if I want to feel that. I’m afraid that the second I do, she’ll leave again, and the second she leaves is the second that place dies… my brother with it.” “I don’t know if she can see that. If she gets it,” Carmen says, scowling again. “I want her to, but I don’t know how to say it, y’know? Like, how do you tell your business partner that you want her as far away from you as possible without going anywhere?” Carmen’s breath catches in his throat, the sound somewhere in between a hiccup and a laugh. “How do I tell her that being away from our restaurant makes me just as anxious, and, and, and — angry as being in it? Or that I want to burn the place to the ground, and make sure nothing bad ever happens to it at the same time.”
For actual dialogue, it's gotta be the Iron Man v Batman debate Sydney and Richie have in chapter 5. As a former MCU fic writer, it was a nice little treat to myself and I'm proud of the awful COVID joke I gave RIchie. Felt very in character lmao.
“Syd, you’re out of your fuckin’ mind,” Richie says. “There’s no way Batman is winning that fight. I’m tellin’ you, put Iron Man and Batman in a cage together, and the only way Batman is walkin’ out of there alive is if COVID kills Iron Man first.” Sydney’s mouth hangs open for a moment, her brow wrinkled in disbelief, or horror, or something. “Oookay. That feels like something we should… maybe not say again? Pushing that aside, you’re still wrong, just for a completely different reason.” It’s Carmen’s first day back after a week off, but watching the exchange between Sydney and Richie right now, Carmen feels like he’s been gone for years. “Alright, I’m all ears. Tell me exactly how I’m wrong. Guarantee I’m still right, but I’ll humor you.” Sydney shakes her head and turns toward her locker. As she removes her jacket, she says, “The question was: No gadgets, no powers, who’s winning a fight? Batman or Iron Man. Iron Man is a middle aged war criminal with a heart condition, there’s no way he’s taking Batman out.”
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lazaruspiss · 6 months
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Soooo... Could you tell me what exactly Morrison did to Talia? How he changed her character?
i rarely read author names and tend to take stuff story by story, so im literally the worst person to ask "what did [author] do?" tbh, sorry about that.
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punch-love · 7 months
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ive been having trouble making time to sit down and write anything concrete recently because of my adhd so i tried what you said in one of the ask prompts you answered where you write a tagline and title at the top of the doc and just go it til you lose steam and oh my god. i was able to bang out 2k words in about an hour or so. im pretty disorganized with my writing especially bc i like to write/brainstorm in my journal and then type it up so ive been kind of stalling for the last month but this has completely changed the game for me. i know youve also mentioned using sticky notes before but i want to know if you have any other things you do youd like to share!
I'm happy to hear it worked for you man! I also have ADHD, so I know how hard it can be to make time and write down something concrete. I don't usually find writing tips or tricks that work for my brain, so it's very cool that I was able to help someone else write with my own methods.
I think I mentioned this one before, but whenever I get in a writing jam, and I'm not sure how to continue something, or I feel stuck, I pull up a random word generator and generate words to use as "mini" prompts. It adds some organic stimulus, while also giving you a chance to look at the scene you're trying to write from a different angle. It's kind of cool how many times I've used this thing and the words it generated worked so well thematically for my project.
I also found that when writing starts to become a chore putting it on my daily to-do list helps because, in comparison to my other "bigger" chores, I am more likely to do something creative because it feels easier to my brain (even if my brain thought it was too hard to do like, ten minutes ago)
I also find that writing kind of a free form draft at the bottom of the document that sums up the emotional beats of the work or next part of the work (especially if you've already started said project) really helps me as a reference point if I kind of get lost directionally.
Peter actually needs Wade’s help. They team up. Wade learns about morality and surprises Peter a little. The no kill rule is set (?) they clap off into the sunset. 
This is a summary I wrote about the next bit for one of my long projects that I tacked on at the very bottom of the project so if I'm ever writing and forget where I'm going, I can look at it, but it's not distracting me or anything. It's also not, like, a big summary - you can't actually get any plot details from this, it's just sort of a vague roadmap of the points you haven't covered yet.
I can't really think of any other specific writing tips right now, but hopefully one of those might be useful to you! Congratulations again on writing. It's so hard to get something from the brain and onto the page, but the hardest part is definitely over. I think the last piece of advice is that it's better to write a shitty rough draft than no draft at all. I always get lost in over-editing even if I've only written, like, a paragraph and have to force myself to word vomit before I reward myself with nitpicky editing.
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Important question
Hey, uh. I have a question that I really feel the need to ask, since it would determine whether or not I end up finishing a particular fic:
What is the etiquette for if you find that someone who requested a fic unfollowed you before you could finish it?
I'm not trying to call out the requester who unfollowed, since I know I was gone for a while, and understand if their interests changed/they simply aren't interested in my fics anymore - but I'm not sure what to do with the request, now.
Should I write it anyway, or not risk bothering them with it? Should I still tag them in the fic if I do post it, or not?
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