#favorite outtake that never made into the fic:

[residentdormouse]

20 Questions for Writers

Thank you for the tag, @thecharmedburrowspn-files - your timing is insane. I just started writing again after months of inactivity. (Only 500 words, but shhhh. Progress 😅) We'll see how long the motivation train lasts, but fingers crossed I can ride it for a while.

How many works do you have on AO3?

Only 4 and one is tiny. Nothing to brag about here. Only started posting on AO3 in '21.

What is your total AO3 word count?

292,884

What fandoms do you write for?

It's really only The Stand. I have 517 words in the Stranger Things fandom with 'Even in Death', so it feels kind of cheap to include that. My newest work is original, so no fandoms at all. I have one that is tabled for now that goes into True Blood a bit, but I'm not sure if that's really going anywhere.

What are your top five fics by kudos?

'Something like a Spiral' got a whole whooping 17 kudos. That's my leader. Yup, we're good here.

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Of course! I just wanna talk to people about my favorite blorbos, and if you're commenting, then you probably at least understand vaguely what I'm rambling about. Small fandom is small, and I welcome all interaction.

What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I would say the ending of 'Just Keep Diving Down' gets this, although I would call it more bittersweet. It's not the happy ending the characters would have wanted, but it's far from the worst. There is some massive angst (MCD) towards the end, so fair warning there, but death isn't necessarily the end.

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

'Something Like a Spiral', I suppose. Can you really have a completely happy ending with this setting? But, I'd say it's the happiest of the options. It's hard for me to say 'Supply Run' because they're all one shots, and I really don't feel like there is an 'end' per se. It's more like outtakes in my mind. But some of them end on a good note.

Do you get hate on your fic?

Thankfully, people have kept all negative comments to themselves. Hopefully, there's not many out there.

Do you write smut?

Eh, if you can call it that. I'm not overly explicit, but there is sex. Enough that I feel the need to put '***' lemon warnings before and after like the fanfiction of old.

Do you write crossovers?

The 'True Blood' story I mentioned before is a cross with 'the Stand' and the world I created for 'Diving'. I just wanted Eric to have to deal with Flagg and vice versa. Who better to deal with their shit than their own doppelganger. Karma.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I'm aware of. Hopefully not. I'm in a small fandom though, and the only person writing with a focus on my preferred blorbo. Not sure anybody else would want it.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope.

Have you ever co-written a fic?

No, and I wouldn't even know where to begin on this. I would be up to try though! I've done short RPs before, I would assume it's somewhat similar?

What's your all-time favorite ship?

I do like the Mulder/Scully ship that was mentioned. I could go for Katniss/Peeta time. Buffy/Spike. There are a few. In Stand world, I'd never be able to split Stu/Fran, and I'll jump on board the Lloyd/Flagg train. (Although, I do love redemption, so I'd rather see a good 'Randall get your shit together' spin to it.)

What's the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

The True Blood crossover. It doesn't make much sense without reading my prior Stand stories, and honestly, I don't know if anybody even made it through the whole thing. Again, small fandom, I'm inserting OCs, only person writing with a focus on Glen. It's a very catered only to me story, and a long one at that. (101k for the first and 186k for the second.) So yeah, tacking on something to the end of that, eh, may just stay in my head as thoughts for funsies.

What are your writing strengths?

I have just about zero self confidence, so I'm not sure? I would really hope it's keeping the tone and voice and motivations of characters consistent. Obviously they'll change throughout the story; everybody is affected by what happens to them. Change is inevitable. But are their changes consistent to their character? I hope so. Character development was always my favorite part in building a story.

What are your writing weaknesses?

I have just about zero self confidence? I don't know if I get too convoluted with the story. If I force too much change to what I want to see. Am I clear with what I say? And there's always goddamn typos no matter how many times I proofread...

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

Aside from simple phrases, I'll pass. I don't want to butcher somebody's language, and I'm definitely not proficient in any other language. Hell, I can barely get English right. Massive respect to anybody who can do this.

First fandom you wrote for?

I just started here recently, so the Stand is really it for me.

Favorite fic you've ever written?

They all have a soft spot in my heart (which, I mean, you're supposed to write for you, right?) Spiral was my first, and has a lot of scene that I go back to read, so I guess that? But it is very close to canon in a lot of scene and plot, so Diving is more original in the overall story, I suppose. And Supply Run is a short at straight canon compliant scene inserts. So they each have their arguments.

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#thank you for the tag!! #mouse's tag games and reblogs

[therealvinelle]

Scrapped fic

What is tumblr for if not publishing outtakes, deleted scenes, and the occasional scrapped fic?

In other words, last month I was writing my entry for the Rank Heresy writing competition and having the absolute worst time. I had no idea what to write. I decided somewhat unenthusiastically on a oneshot with Zafrina and Carlisle testing out her gift, but I didn't get more than a few hundred words in before @theoriginalcarnivorousmuffin dared me to write something truly awful. I could not resist and as such, a fic was scrapped.

I was cleaning out my drafts when I realized people might appreciate the slice of fic that did get written, so here you guys go.

«You sure about this, Carlisle?» Zafrina asked one last time.

Carlisle only smiled brightly back at her, as he was wont to do. «Sure and ready,» he chirped.

She couldn’t help shaking her head at him.

The golden-eyed blond was charming, there was no denying that. Of all the vampires Zafrina, Senna, and Kachiri had run into over the years, he was easily one of their favorites. He was easy-going, good-natured, and had been delighted to learn their language, and teach them his in turn. The months he’d spent with them since they first stumbled upon him feeding on a llama had been  great fun.

It didn’t hurt to be accompanied by a strong-looking male, either, as stragglers did sometimes pass through the area. Even if on the one occasion that a straggler had come along, Carlisle had earnestly tried to make small talk and form a new bond of friendship rather than look intimidating. 

Of course, with Zafrina’s gift they could take care of themselves, but- she preferred not to give away the ace up her sleeve to strangers unless she had to.

Carlisle had his odd little vices, his refusal to drink human blood and insistence upon butchering wildlife even when it made him so very weak was not something Zafrina thought they could have tolerated in just any guest, but he was so earnest about it that they did not have it in themselves to condemn him for it.

Yes, Carlisle was earnest.

He was clever, too.

The moment Zafrina had confided in him her gift, he had lit up and professed his admiration for her extraordinary talent. He had gushed about it the entire day, peppering her with questions, remembering himself and asking if she wanted him to back off, only to vibrate with unasked questions. She’d regretted telling him, at first.

Still, she had answered his questions, sometimes demonstrated her talent when words couldn’t quite cover her talent.

Carlisle had been just as thrilled every time.

Then a contemplative glint had appeared in his eyes.

«Have you tested the boundaries of your gift?» he’d asked her.

Zafrina had asked him what he meant.

«Well- you said, that if you concentrate on me and think to yourself, ‘tree’, then I’ll see a tree. And you don’t visualize it more specifically than that, you’re just imparting the recipe, so to say, of what it is I’m going to see. What I’m wondering, is- who fills in the blanks?»

Zafrina had tilted her head at him. «My gift does.»

«Yes,» Carlisle had agreed with a gesture, «but how? Does your mind fill in the blanks, so that I’m seeing what your subconsciousness associates with ‘tree’, or do you let my mind do it? Or is it the gift that somehow- pulls on the Platonic idea of a tree?»

Then he’d hurried to explain to her that a wise man came up with the concept of immaculate versions of every material thing, an immaterial ideal that the reality can resemble but never look up to, and the Western humans had based their religion on that.

She’d shown him a tree.

Carlisle had pulled his lips together as he’d concentrated on that tree. «It’s- such a tree,» he’d said after a long pause.

«Yes,» Zafrina had agreed, biting back amusement.

Kachiri and Senna, who had come to watch, had looked amused as well.

«No, no, I mean- I can’t tell if I’m looking at a tree that is my own idea of a tree, or someone else’s. The more I look at it- no, I don’t think this is the way to test it,» Carlisle said, looking very bothered. «I can’t observe when I’m inside the hallucination, not when the point of your gift is playing a trick on my mind. But Senna and Kachiri can’t very well observe me hallucinating either, not without sharing in it- oh, this is frustrating.»

Zafrina had laughed at him, and clapped him on the shoulder. «I’ve given you something to trouble yourself with, haven’t I.»

Carlisle had looked miffed, like a child denied fruit.

«We were wanting to play a game when you two were done,» Kachiri had called out, and held up a leather ball.

(They played a lot of games when Carlisle visited: being even in numbers was rare, and they took full advantage.)

«You may choose which one,» she’d continued, twirling the ball on one finger and passing it to Senna with a broad smile.

Carlisle had agreed readily, but before they could leave to find the open field they used for such pastimes, he’d given Zafrina a concerned look.

«I hope my interest isn’t imposing on you,» he’d told her quietly. «Truly, if you are only humoring me, you must let me know.»

«You would be disappointed,» Zafrina pointed out.

«You could cheer me up again by sharing a meal with me,» Carlisle had replied without missing a bit.

Zafrina had stopped walking, and given the shrubbery ahead an unimpressed glare.

«It was worth a shot,» Carlisle had said airily.

Then he’d sobered. «Don’t concern yourself with me, Zafrina, truly I mean it. If my questions bother you, tell me so and I’ll stop.»

Zafrina had looked at him. «I won’t deny you’ve been asking a great many questions over the past few days.»

Carlisle had cringed. «Duly noted,» he’d said. «I apologize for getting ahead of myself, then.»

Zafrina supposed that could have been it.

She hadn’t been lying, Carlisle was- well, he was earnest. Sometimes too much so.

However, he was clever.

And he was quite unique in that she felt she could trust him.

#carlisle cullen #zafrina #carlisle & zafrina #my fic #twilight fic #twilight renaissance

[katyobsesses]

Sam Evans and "Speak Now" (2010)

Sam Evans is Taylor Swift's biggest fan (he totally sung one of her songs on the show, Disney+ just cut it out for some reason) so I've tasked myself to go through her discography and relate her songs to Sam in someway (an AU idea, when he could sing it in Canon, or when someone else could sing it to or about him)

Feel free to use any of these as prompts for fanart/fanfic and let me know if you do!

Albums: Taylor Swift (2006) | Fearless (2008) | Speak Now (2010) | Red (2012) | 1989 (2014) | Reputation (2017) | Lover (2019) | Folklore (2020) | Evermore (2020) | Fearless tv vault songs (2021) | Red tv vault songs (2021) | ALL POSTS

Here's Speak Now (2010) to continue our journey (lyrics linked)

Mine

I know this is Brittana's song but lets just pretend it's not for a moment.

Hevans vibes from the very first line. a NY AU where Sam, idk, moved to NY instead of Ohio but his family still had money troubles and he developed trust issues for some reason... This could really fit my fic Welcome To New York

You were in college working part-time waiting tables // Left a small town, and never looked back // I was a flight risk with a fear of falling // Wondering why we bother with love if it never lasts

Sparks Fly

S3 Hevans from a Pining Kurt POV. Him and Sam have gotten closer as Sam lives with The Hudmels, Or in the Summer between S3 and S4 (simply just for the Fireworks <3)

Get me with those green eyes, baby, as the lights go down // Give me something that'll haunt me when you're not around // 'Cause I see sparks fly whenever you smile

Back To December

this could work well for Samcedes in some ways

And I think about summer, all the beautiful times // I watched you laughing from the passenger side

Or a Hevans AU of some sort where Kurt and Sam had a falling out at some point after dating

I'm so glad you made time to see me // How's life? Tell me how's your family? // I haven't seen them in a while

Speak Now

This feels Blam like, like Blaine is about to Marry Kurt and Sam just wants to stand up and say-

Don't say "Yes", run away now // I'll meet you when you're out of the church at the back door // Don't wait or say a single vow // You need to hear me out

also works reversed as Hevans, mostly for the line:

And her snotty little family all dressed in pastel

which could be The Andersons depending on which fanon you subscribe to

Dear John

Definitly Sam after the Samtana breakup!

Well, maybe it's me // And my blind optimism // To blame // Or maybe it's you and your sick need // To give love then take it away

Mean

In my Taylor Swift instead of Justin Bieber Comeback AU, this is the last song instead of Sing, with everyone singing in a group. I know this isn't Sam centric, but it's Sam making everyone in the New Directions Swifties so... close enough. It's just such an ND song, very Loser Like Me-esque!

Someday, I'll be living in a big old city // And all you're ever gonna be is mean

The Story Of Us

Samcedes from Sam's POV, especially after Mercedes Graduates, then when Sam moves back to Ohio after trying it in New York.

It's not The End for them, though, at least not in my mind. It's just a few chapters in their story, maybe just the first book of a set

Oh, I'm scared to see the ending // Why are we pretending this is nothing? // I'd tell you I miss you but I don't know how // I've never heard silence quite this loud

Never Grow Up

Obviously Sam to/about Stevie and Stacey, especially after he leaves Kentucky, or when he moves to New York.

Your little hand's wrapped around my finger // And it's so quiet in the world tonight // Your little eyelids flutter 'cause you're dreaming // So I tuck you in, turn on your favorite night light

Enchanted

I have an unreleased fic for this, an outtake from my fic One More New Direction where Kurt and Sam sing this in Silly Love Songs.

But apart from that, maybe a S3 AU again for Hevans, where they dance around each other for the season (while Sam is also confused about if he likes Mercedes or Kurt more) and unfortunately they get together at the end of the year/start of the summer and then have to be either long distance or break up before Kurt goes to New York for college.

This is me praying that // This was the very first page // Not where the story line ends // My thoughts will echo your name // Until I see you again // These are the words I held back // As I was leaving too soon // I was enchanted to meet you

(this also fits so well with a storyline i have for OMND 'verse omg... like so perfectly)

Better Than Revenge

Sam to Finn after the Fabrevans breakup, like just switch the pronouns and it's perfect. Or Sam could not switch the pronouns and Finn would just be confused as all hell

Soon she's gonna find // Stealing other people's toys // On the playground won't make you many friends

Innocent

Maybe someone (Kurt/Mercedes/Blaine/Rachel??) singing it to Sam when he's kinda lost and unsure of himself and his path in life in S5?

Every one of us has messed up too // Lives change like the weather // I hope you remember // Today is never too late to be brand new //// It's alright, just wait and see // Your string of lights is still bright to me // Oh, who you are is not what you've been // You're still an innocent

Haunted

Mercedes about Sam leaving for Kentucky and starting to date Shane

Stood there and watched you walk away // From everything we had // But I still mean every word I said to you // He will try to take away my pain // And he just might make me smile // But the whole time I'm wishing he was you instead

Last Kiss

Samcedes Duet about Sam leaving (most of these seem to be about Sam leaving!) The first verse is obviously Mercedes, the second could be Sam (and makes it espcially sad as my headcanon birthday for Mercedes is July 10th!). I can 100% see this in my head, like split screens and sadness as they both walk though the halls of McKinley when Sam comes back. Maybe instead of Sam being all "leave Shane for me" he thinks Mercedes has moved on, and because Sam isn't doing everything to win her back Mercedes thinks Sam has moved on. Mutual Pining vibes.

Or possibly (because of the I keep up with our old friends just to ask them how you are) it's mutual pining after Sam moves back to McKinley after New York

just a lot of Samcedes Mutual Pining

I'm not much for dancing // But for you I did

Long Live

Another song for the Comeback AU - there are just so many anthems for Sam to choose from! (this is the one I chose for OMND) This one just feels so New Directions to me

When they gave us our trophies // And we held them up for our town //// And the cynics were outraged // Screaming, "This is absurd!" // 'Cause for a moment a band of thieves // In ripped-up jeans got to rule the world

Or Sam sings it when they win Nationals? or at his Graduation? I'm seeing a Blam AU

Ours

Hevans feels, so many Hevans feels omg. There is so much queer allegory in these lyrics! I can totally imagine a Hevans Duet, while Kurt is in New York maybe. I feel like most of it is from Kurt's POV with little bits from Sam's. I am having all of the feels right now.

But this love is ours //// And it's not theirs to speculate // If it's wrong and // Your hands are tough // But they are where mine belong and // I'll fight their doubt and give you faith // With this song for you

If This Was A Movie

this once again feels like a Samcedes song, for either time they broke up.

Come back, come back, come back to me like // You would, you would if this was a movie // Stand in the rain outside 'til I came out

Superman

Sam sings this in my Hevans Bodyswap Soulmate AU in Chapter 4

could maybe also be sung about Sam by Kurt after he stands up to Karofsky for Kurt.

I watch superman fly away // You've got a busy day today // Go save the world, I'll be around

#seatss #sam evans as taylor swift songs #sam evans #glee #katy creates #katy writes #?? ish #glee meta #katy writes meta #samcedes #hevans #blam #fabrevans #sam evans meta #glee fanart

[eirenical]

OH THIS IS ALWAYS FUN.  @lizardrosen tagged me to post the last line of my WiP.  (I have... so many WiPs.  XD)  But SURE I’M GAME.  And to combine this with another of my favorite memes -- if you’d like to know any more about any of these WiPs, feel free to send me an ask!  ^_^

Lighthouse Keeper Shen Wei fic (Guardian, being cowritten with @elenothar)

"No, Zhao Yunlan… it is still I who owes you." 

Amnesia fic (Guardian)

Shen Wei might not be his son, but Zhou Yiwen would protect him as though he were.  No matter what consequences it might bring. 

Smut outtake from a HeiPing fic by @laireshi (DMBJ):

Yaba made a questioning sound as he brushed against Xiazi again, but Xiazi caught his hand, bringing it up to his lips for a brief kiss.  "While I appreciate the offer… I have something else in mind, if you're up for another round." 

Piaopiao fic (DMBJ):

*TL;DR—I reconnected with a grade school classmate after being many years divorced with a young, gravely ill daughter, and I would like to see him again.  Is this selfish of me?  Should I just leave well enough alone?* 

Time Swap AU (TLT2, Yucun Biji):

If Pangzi found out about this happening to him a second time, he'd never live it down. 

Soul of the City (GYADL AU):

*~Here.  He's here. He's here…  He’s _awake._~* 

Awards Show Aftermath (GYADL):

A warm puff of air in his ear, carrying words heavy with promise: "You've been so good tonight, Fusheng.  The finest escort a woman could ask for.  Can you be good for me for a little bit longer?" 

Fusheng Lives BUT AT WHAT COST (GYADL drama/novel fusion):

As Cheng Musheng finally moved away from the table, Jingyun followed him towards the kitchen.  Clearly there was a story here, and Musheng owed her one. 

Mei Gao Mei fic (GYADL):

Really, he just wanted to brush his teeth in peace!

Retribution (GYADL, next in the Whumptober series):

Fusheng had barely taken one step out of the alley before Qian Kuohai’s voice rolled out from it one last time.  “And for later?”

Fusheng smiled a grim smile.  “For later… I’ll be in touch.”  And then he was off into the night.

Muet, Chapter 14 (Les Mis):

“Come on, Enjolras!  It’s time to go.  If you’re still intent on coming with me, it’s now or never.” 

Legacies Found (The Untamed):

"…Wei Ying."

As for Wei-qienbai, he had eyes for no one but Hanguang-jun, and he answered in kind.

"…Lan Zhan."

Jingyi was going to *die*.

And omg, there are others, but THAT’S ENOUGH TO BE GETTING ON WITH, YEAH?  XD

Tagging: Anyone who was already tagged above, @enechelon, @dreamer-wisher-liar, @kholran, @mejomonster, @yaaurens, @galauvant (...I can’t seem to @ you?  O_o;;;), @foxofninetales, @highpriestessofjogan, @afk-reading, @bobcatmoran, @fixaidea, @kingesstropolis, @dirtyinfluences, @jadedbirch, @porthos4ever, @humanlighthouse and omg, I’m running out of brain and I know I’m forgetting people.  If you want to do this, please consider yourself tagged!  (Just create your own post when you do it.  ^_^)

#eirenical writes things #last lines meme #wip title meme

[bigskydreaming]

Hey, just wanted to write my own appreciation for your lightning crashes fic. like the plotlines are truly mysterious and I love how you make the characters interact with each other, both lightheartedly and serious at times. what i cant understand is how you can skillfully write like more than ten characters with their own motives and backstory and still make them sound interesting and nuanced???

generally with writing you can see how the author zooms in on one favorite character and make the whole world surround them, and by that make the beloved character sound lifeless and uninteresting, and the sidecharacter even more. esp w/ stiles, like imo is someone that literally irks me for how he's being treated by the show and the audience, the perfekt, snarky guy that can do no wrong, and by that the narrative never learns to make stiles apologize and grow. but with your text (2/3)

... i don't see you praising one character and relentlessly bashing the other *teen wolf fandom cough cough* instead meet every character with respect and criticism at the same time and it's amazing and I love it and I'm so happy I could read it.

Okay I just wanted to say I have been sitting on this for like a month and so sorry I didn’t acknowledge it sooner, because it was seriously such a great thing to get - I just wanted to be able to reply when I was able to offer up more of LC because I’d really been hoping to sit down and bang out these next parts for a few weeks but was distracted by trying by us needing to move this month.

But I always love when people mention being as interested in the various side characters’ plots in the fic as they are Scott or Kira or even Malia and the twins. I always love seeing minor characters get expanded on in fanfic so one of the things I really wanted to do with this fic was like....I may not have the space to give them all the same amount of screentime, but like, they all have their own stuff going on when we do check in on them, y’know? Their lives don’t revolve around the main characters’ even if the main characters’ actions do drive the plot and thus massively affect them. 

And honestly I just really love writing the chaos of the McCall pack in this and how their personalities all play off of each other. Over the years I’ve written various ‘outtakes’ in response to asks or random posts, and I’m gonna try and find them all and maybe create a compendium fic/post to link them, or at least make sure they’re all tagged with ‘lightning crashes.’

But thank you again for the long comment, it really made my day when I got it and then revisited it again today, and sorry again for sitting on this for so long!

#lightning crashes

[scoundrels-in-love]

For the softer world meme, Jaime/Brienne, #23

When I received this, I was very giddy because it’s the first prompt you’ve sent me, but also very amused because it’s one of my favorite prompts on the list AND it’d have been perfect tile for something else I started writing recently.

So, I guess May is the month I write late campfire conversations from Jaime’s POV and yearning?

Also, tied in with Tomorrow (with you) I’d like to lose myself in the fleeting moment aka the one where Jaime is Brienne’s swornsword and they travel to Tarth. This is the trip itself. Also on AO3.

We talk in the dark as we fall asleep, and we are objects in the night sky outside of time. (it is the exact opposite of alone.)

The journey to Tarth was long.

The longest Jaime had had with (or for) her and his favorite, too.

They rode at even pace, though for the first week Brienne was uneasy and more jittery than he could recall ever seeing her, visibly pondering if she should just turn around and return to Sansa's side. He had distracted her, with jokes and stories of his past that danced just so around things he didn't wish to speak of.

A few times Jaime had slipped, but she had neither pushed him deeper with questions nor pitied him and again he marvelled at the way she permitted him to draw borders. There was little privacy and secret pain among Lannisters, only weaknesses to be discovered. And discovered they always were.

He enjoyed these conversations, how she'd share parts of her own childhood, the softness that'd paint her face much like the light filtering through the trees when she spoke of Evenfall Hall and it filled him with longing to see it, almost greed to touch stones that were in likeness of ones that had built the sturdy fortress of honor and goodness within Brienne.

Jaime loved the silence, too, the sort that dripped in-between crackles of fire as Jaime settled in for the first watch of night and Brienne lingered still. They'd talk at first, their gazes set to the stars above and he'd learn her favorite constellations and myths, the way her voice dipped when she grew sleepy, before their words and thoughts wandered away, welcoming the quiet like horizon would a gentle sunset.

They were the only two people in the world, he would think then and mock himself for stumbling in familiar sentences, as if neither he nor the woman beside him were not different. But whereas with Cersei it had dripped with rage and hurt, Jaime could almost taste peace within the syllables now.

They were not outcast by their own hand as much as their duties, and there was warmth following them all the way from Winterfell, stitched in the cloaks Sansa had gifted them before departure, there was warmth here, between them as her head rested against his shoulder, and warmth that awaited them (her, surely) at end of their journey.

In this space untethered to time or even land, he dreamed. Dreamed of pressing a reverent kiss to her brow, of smoothing his thumb over her knuckles and not letting go.

Of basking in Brienne's smiles and knowing he had the rest of his lifetime to have his darkness bleached away by them, just enough to not mar her by his presence.

Of a journey where she didn't flush almost scarlet, her gaze swaying away from his clumsy and unhappy, when the innkeeper mistook them for married.

But in reality, he could only touch her for a shorter moment than a breeze, watch her stumble over requesting separate rooms and hope Lord Selwyn Tarth will be as all-encompassing blind to his sins as his daughter, though that was disservice to Brienne - she saw his faults perhaps more clearly than most. Was familiar with them in ways he wished she wasn't.

And yet, she had seen something that outweighed it all and as she tried to twist the mirror so he'd see it, too, he had watched her reflection and realized that even if it was mere fiction created by her generosity and faith in goodness, he would like to make himself a few shades more to its likeness.

It hadn't been her request, not really. Brienne had never asked anything of him for a long time now, not since the Dragonpit, not even when he wished she would.

("I am yours to command - am I to stay or to go with them?" he had asked, the night before armies departed for King's Landing. Tell me you want me here. Tell me that...

"I will do no such thing," she had said, firm and almost offended, almost sad.

"You could. Should. I am your swornsword now, my liege." He was desperate for an answer, any single one. Like a lifeline in the murkiness that was overtaking his limbs, driving him onward without even remembering what a road looked like.

"You always have the right to choices, Ser Jaime," Brienne had reminded him before ducking her head and looking away to where Sansa and Arya were. Later, he'd wonder if there were words in her mouth she had cast away with this move, but in that moment he could only think of her angry snarl a lifetime ago melting away, an odd understanding in her eyes. We don't choose who we love.

He understood then, too.

He hadn't chosen to love her and had been born love-bound to Cersei that had spun out of control, but he had made choices for these loves again and again, long before either had names, and if his blood was to nurture one, he would pick the field of blue rather than the dried tree that would impale him upon its bare branches. He had tried to nurture it, but the roots were long since rotten.

The next morning, when she had smiled a trembling, relieved smile, Jaime loved her more for not asking and yet, he wondered if he'd ever stop thinking that demands meant he was wanted.)

He would think of all this and more and though his body would ache for a soft bed come morning, he preferred these nights on the road where he could dream in rhythm with her breathing, full of trust.

Sometimes, he rested his cheek against the crown of her head before he'd remember the way the ease would collapse in on itself from mere change in wind and she'd shrink back away from him like his touch or smile held the sound of a drawn sword, and he straightened up feeling as if he was stealing. It was not as if he was starved for her attention or even affection and yet, he craved and took more without her permissions. A man with honor, she had called him and yet he could not truly be one even for the one person who deserved it most.

The movement sometimes startled her awake , making Brienne murmur an apology and return to her tent, leaving him bereft and cold in a way that was entirely his doing. (All that self-acclaimed change and yet, it is the same.)

But none of that could tarnish the brightness in him that gathered drop by drop, day by day as they traveled on. Sometimes, Jaime thought it was visible somehow, a glow beneath his skin that caught Brienne's eyes the closer they came to Tarth. He would catch her looking, attentive and inquiring almost, as if she couldn't quite figure something out and he wished she would tell him the question because there was no answer he'd deny her, if only he had it.

Maybe when she was home, she'd find the words.

#ajoblotofjunk #sent on a cloud #Braime #braime ff #rainy writes stuff #favorite outtake that never made into the fic: #the innkeepers often eyed them with worry as if they were about to clash swords #in their establishments that were highly respectable only in their own words #or something like that #I hope you like though it's so obvious I've not finished in a thing in well over a month #I CANT GET READ MORE WORK IN THIS POST AND I AM SORRY!!

[sfb123]

I had a pretty exciting thing happen to me last week, and I kind of want to brag about it.

SiriuxXM has an online channel that is all Disney music, so obviously I listen to it regularly. Well, this channel also has a show where listeners submit a playlist of their four favorite Disney songs, so obviously I had to do that. Also obviously, it’s near impossible for me to pick just 4 Disney songs I love. Instead, I decided to choose 4 songs  that have some kind of special or significant meaning in my life.

Anyway, I submitted it over the summer, and in October I got an email asking me to record intros to the songs, as well as a couple of other Disney related clips. They provided a basic script, I just added in the song names/movies/ect. as well as my anecdotes for each one. I spent a week trying to get the recordings perfect (and ending up with one pretty hilarious outtake that I will keep forever and ever, but does not use Disney friendly language, so it did not make it to them). 

Last week, I got another email, that it would be airing. It ran six times over three days last week, and I listened to every single one of them. I also recorded it, because I had some family and friends that wanted to hear it, but didn’t have a subscription. 

This was a huge deal for me, obviously because Disney, but more so, I have always loved the radio industry. My uncle has been a local DJ for as long as I can remember, and some of my favorite memories are the days he would bring me to the studio with him. It’s something I secretly always wanted to do, but was too self-conscious to make any moves to make it happen. So to be on the radio, talking about Disney, was such an amazing and exciting moment that I just want to shout from the rooftops. 

If you’ve made it this far into my self indulgence, thank you, I appreciate you. I wanted to find a way to tie it into the fandom, so I decided to pic four songs for Riley, and write the script out as if she were also doing this. That is below the cut, with an extra special edit moodboard I made. I have also included my tag list because it’s technically a fic, but like with a super long A/N.

I’m Queen Riley Rys of Cordonia, and this is my Be Our Guest 4 the Day playlist.

Before I became the queen of Cordonia, the only royalty that mattered to me were the Disney princesses, so when I was asked to pick my four favorite Disney songs, I was beyond excited. Then I realized there was no way I could narrow it down to just four favorites, so I decided it would be better to pick four songs that best tell my real life fairytale.

First up is Why Should I worry, by Billy Joel, from the movie Oliver and Company. It’s no secret that my story started in New York. I grew up in the suburbs, but spent as much time as I could in the city, so when it was time to move out on my own, I knew that was where I had to be. Living in New York was an amazing experience, and I truly thought it was where I would be for the rest of my life, but the universe had other plans. New York helped make me the woman I am today, so this seemed like the perfect song to kick off my playlist. Here it is on Disney Hits, the happiest music on earth.

That was Why Should I Worry from Oliver and Company. I’m Queen Riley Rys of Cordonia, and these are four of my favorite Disney hits.

For my second song, I chose Someday My Prince Will Come, from Snow White. I think it’s pretty obvious why I picked this song. Sure, it’s kind of on the nose, but there is no better way to describe the night that changed my life forever. Liam was everything Disney taught me a prince could be, and so much more. And he shows me every day that life really can be better than the fairy tales. So here it is, Someday My Prince Will Come, on Disney Hits.

That was Someday My Prince Will Come from Snow White. I’m Queen Riley Rys of Cordonia, and this is my Be Our Guest 4 the Day Playlist.

My third song is Friend Like Me from Aladdin. Even though Liam is the reason I went to Cordonia, I never would have gotten to where I am without my amazing friends. When things were looking impossible, and I was on the brink of losing hope, they never did. I would have never gotten my happy ending without their support and dedication. They are my Genie and Fairy Godmother all rolled into one. Here’s Friend Like Me, on Disney Hits.

That was Friend Like Me on Disney Hits. I’m Queen Riley Rys of Cordonia, and this is my fairy tale, as told by Disney Hits.

My final song is Baby Mine from Dumbo. As much as my life had changed when I moved to Cordonia, it was nothing compared to how much it would change when I became a mother. Eleanor has brought so much to my life, but motherhood started out much harder than I ever would have imagined. I chose this song because I want it to be a reminder to my daughter that no matter what struggles or challenges we face, we will always face them together, as a family. So here it is, Baby Mine, on Disney Hits. The happiest music on earth.

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[snickerdoodlles]

You have an upcoming old guard au and howl's moving castle au for patpran? 👀

i do!! :D the old guard AU was inspired by this edit by @/patprans because i went feral the second i thought of patpran being in love for 2000 years. its premise is 'what if pat and pran were immortal in bbs canon?' and runs from there. of the two AUs, it's also the one closer to being finished (nearly 8k long too! who am i even!!). i rly need to completely scrap the last 1.5k of the fic or so and rewrite it completely, i just havent been able to bring myself to do that yet lol. id love for it to go up before the month is out but...we'll see how well i stick to that plan 😂 💦

the howl's moving castle AU...well, if im in a fandom, assume i have a HMC AU. howl's moving castle is my favorite series ever (and Diana Wynne Jones my favorite author ever) and it really influenced a lot of my writing style in general, so i fall back into that universe quite often lol. the PatPran HMC AU will be called listen with your heart (dont have much in that tag yet, but. soon. i talked a little bit about the opening premise in the tags of this post though)

it's high school era!PatPran (specifically their senior year) and it starts with Pran accidentally attaching his revolving door to Pat's bedroom door instead of his own (always double check your maths kids!!) but he won’t be able to move the door to his proper bedroom one for Reason. so as you can see, Pran is Howl, Pat is Sophie, and Calcifer will be an OC named Fig, and i think ive made @jemmo cry over this AU no less than 10 times already. i dont know when i'll finish this fic because its getting um. Long. but its a big love letter to Pran's kindness, Pat's care, and knitwear, so I'm really pumped to share it when i can 🥰

and since it's going to be a lil while til its done, here's a little outtake (~1k) from the first time Pat meets Fig the fire ghost under the read more :D ~

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No sooner does Pat reenter his room when he hears the tell-tale whistle-click of his door changing. All thoughts of changing out of his school uniform fly from his head as he dumps his schoolbag in his entryway immediately and turns on his heel to bother Pran. He grabs hold of his doorknob with an eager wiggle and after a quick mental count to three, throws open the door and lunges in.

Pat fully expects to fall onto Pran and get shoved back into his room with a shout and a scolding. But instead of Pran, all he meets is empty space. He stumbles into the home beyond his door with a gasp and--barely--manages to get his feet under him before he falls flat on his face. 

Pat gapes at the newfound territory in awe. He’s stolen glimpses of this room before, of course, but this is the first time he’s seen it. It’s a strange place; Pat had thought Pran now lives in a dorm at his new school, but this looks more like a full cottage to him. The living space has been converted into one large workspace, tables littered with half-finished projects, shelves crammed with textbooks and supplies, a cheerful fire crackling in a large fire pot beneath an open window. A small open kitchen is tucked into the corner and just past it, Pat can see a small hallway of doors open to bedrooms, a bathroom, and extra storage space. Everything smells overwhelmingly of spice and smoke that make Pat's nose itch like he needs to sneeze.

“It is a wizard’s space,” he murmurs to himself as he admires the strange room and begins to poke around. He’s never been in a magic workshop before--all the laboratories in school are firmly locked to only allow magiks in--but after he gets used to the overwhelming newness, he starts picking out little bits of Pran in the smiley faces decorating the spice jars and the animated faces on the strings of globe lights. Pat admires one of the faces making an exaggerated scowl at him with little inked huffs and giggles to himself. He resists the urge to explore more when Pran isn’t here, instead turning to the fire in the corner with a raised eyebrow. “Does Pran know you let me in?”

A grinning shadow of a face appears in the fire. It’s hard to make out completely, like Pat’s looking at something through the heated ripples of a mirage, but silvery flames emerge through the pink-gold flames of the fire’s body to form two mischievously slanted eyes and a jagged gash of silvery grin. It looks positively wicked, and Pat can’t help but grin back at it.

“Not many people see me, much less so quickly,” the fire ghost says. Its voice sounds like the hiss-spit of a burning wet log, but Pat gets the impression its pleased all the same.

“Did Pran say you could let me in?” Pat repeats stubbornly. He’s curious, but not that curious. Besides, it’s no fun breaking rules if Pran’s not there to scold him.

The fire ghost’s grin doesn’t falter. "You were always here,” it says in a pleased whine. A log in its pot cracks in a giggling spit of sparks. “I just opened the door.”

Pat purses his lips suspiciously. So that’s probably a no. He’s not sure a fire ghost will just let him leave if he goes about it directly though--and it must sense Pat’s plans, because the sharp whistle-click of the door changing sounds behind him, leaving Pat trapped until Pran gets back. Pat’s not annoyed by this, per se. He doubts Pran would let a fire ghost that would harm him or his guests into any home of his. It’s just embarrassing to be stuck here until Pran can come bail him out, and Pat had left his cellphone in the bag he dropped in his room like an idiot. He’s not sure what else he can do but wait though, not when the fire ghost offers him a seat on the stool nearby its pot and admires Pat with open curiosity.

"I’m Fig.”

“Pat,” he offers with a friendly nod hello.

“I know,” Fig says. It crackles with a little flare of warmth. “You’re the one Pran likes to visit.”

Despite his best intentions not to snoop, Pat can’t help but perk up with a pleased grin. “He said that?”

Fig lets out a series of spitting sparks and cracks that Pat thinks is supposed to be merry laughter. “Pran shares everything with me,” it says conspiratorially.

Pat raises his eyebrows dubiously. “Why would Pran tell anything to a fire ghost?”

Fig flickers sulkily. “I’m his fire ghost. Of course he shares everything with me.”

Pat laughs and leans closer, not hearing the door latch release. “Pran bound himself to a fire ghost? My Pran?”

Fig flares brighter right as a voice echoes coldly from the doorway. “Snooping, Pat?”

Pat whirls around with a sunny smile, and Fig echoes his greeting with a bright flare up that washes the whole room in warmth. “No! Fig brought me in, he said I was supposed to be here,” he rats out shamelessly, eyes glued to Pran.

Pran ignores him in favor of glaring at the fire ghost flickering big and bright just behind Pat. “Did he now?”

Pat lets out a small sigh from his nose. He’d known that must’ve been the case, but he had hoped...

“And I didn’t snoop,” Pat adds on mulishly. “I was waiting for you to come back.” Pat brightens with a gasp. “But you’re here now!” he says cheerfully, and dives for the nearest shelf full of books and jars to poke through.

“Ai, Pat!”

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#im trying not to go full out emo over these two AUs but o man #i have SO many feelings i could cry #thank u for asking me about them ajdshj i tried to hold back but im always rly excited whenever ppl are interested in my silly WIPs ❤❤❤ #AUs always take me longer to write than canon-verse stuff because i never do one-to-one AUs #worldbuilding my beloved but also i spent almost a week just coming up with figs name #so u can imagine how that affects the writing time LOL #i so desperately wanna share the first bits of the old guard AU right this second but i am VALIANTLY holding back #my fingers are itching but!!!! no!!!!! gotta channel this into ACTUALLY FINISHING the fic!!!!!! #then i can just share the thing in whole and hopefully make some more people cry 😂😂 #but HMC AU will be a little while so sharing timeeeeee #hope u enjoyed the silly lil outtake !! :D #also i apologize for the weird delay in answering this tumblr is doing ODD things with my replies rn orz #au: listen with your heart

[peppersonironi]

Sambucky Fic Recs #2

Part One |

Today's Theme: Soulmate Au's

Welcome to this today's theme! I happen to really enjoy these types of fics and thankfully there's a decent selection in the sambucky tag! Here are Ten fics for your enjoyment! (more under the cut)

1. A Touch of Pain by TowardTheStars

Sam had just turned seven when his world first exploded into pain.

Or, Sam feels his soulmate's pain and wishes to save them from their torment.

Quick warning before we get into things: This is currently a WIP. But I'm finding it great so far! This fic is more Sam-focused with great angst. Also some past Sam/Riley, which I'm always a sucker for!

2. Bright Colors Of Love by Yoursaltness_and_TheMemeQueen

The first time soulmates had skin to skin touch you’d be able to see the colors, that whenever you touched you’d be able to see the world in color, and that the first kiss made colors permanent.

When Sam Wilson is 20 he meets Riley, he falls in love. He takes a risk and holds his hand, the world stays black and white, and he thinks he understands why his aunt says that you don’t need a soulmate to be happy. When Riley dies, there is a bitter part of him that thanks the universe for not making them soulmates. - The first time James “Bucky” Barnes heard about soulmates was through the TV.

He reaches out to hold Steves hand and wonders if the universe can make mistakes.

He decides at about 17 that maybe soulmates are overrated, that the universe is too mysterious to trust. As he’s falling and hears Steve’s cry, he decided the universe is a bitch that knows too much and probably hates his guts. - Flash forward, Bucky knows they're soulmates, Sam doesn't.

Secret Santa Gift for Max!!

This has just the right amount of angst, and I was amazed by how well written it was! I love this fic so much!

3. Reach Out and Hold the Sun by Aluxra

When you touch your soulmate skin to skin, you leave a colour unique to you on them. 106 years and Bucky never received a mark.

Until Now.

Oh my gosh the mutual pining! The uncertainty! The fear of rejection! The utter relief and love that comes at the end! I was grinning ear to ear the whole time reading this!

4. redefining in every way what love is by lovelypenguins1717

On the non-dominant wrist of every person lays a soulmark. A unique mark that appears whenever their soulmate is born. It is the true north to their other half.

Bucky never had a mark and now he’ll never know.

Sam had found his, but the soulmark is meaningless now that Riley’s dead.

But sometimes soulmates are chosen.

*COMPLETE*

Now this is an interesting twist on soulmate aus! I usually love the ones where the people are destined for each other, but I have to admit that I really enjoyed the idea of choosing each other. It was so sweet!

5. Exactly What You're Looking For by @snarky-drabbles

When you lose something, it might appear beside your soulmate in the morning.

Sam never found anything from his soulmate until after Bucky Barnes dragged Steve from the Potomac.

Bucky grew up never finding a thing either, but after he finally gets free from Hydra, he starts finding things beside him the morning.

This is the story of them coming together.

now with a chapter of outtakes and alternate ending

I'll be honest, this fic is hilarious!! The romance aspect and yearning is great, but that ending is just on another level!

More Fics Under the Cut

6. I keep closing my eyes (but I can't blink you out) by @lesbianhozier

Bucky avoids eye contact as much as possible. He can hold a conversation without so much as looking at your face, the only exception to this being Steve. Sam definitely knows why and has seen it a few times before; soulmates. A brief moment of eye contact can change your entire life if it’s with the right person; your soulmate.

canon divergence in Civil War fic. I'll be honest this isn't necessarily my favorite, and it feels a touch weird near the end, but I still enjoyed it! The premise was fascinating and the writing was pretty good.

7. adored by @capnwinghead

The marks were legend - your soulmate's name on one wrist and your enemy's on the other. Most people spent their lives trying to decipher them. Bucky Barnes spent most of his life avoiding them.

Oh the angst in this one!!! So good!!

8. gunmetal grey by Someone_aka_Me

Soulmates wear the same mask, and only your soulmate can remove it.

Sam isn't expecting to find his mask in a history book, worn by a man who's been dead for decades.

I literally cannot sing the praises of this fic enough!!! Holy crap it's so good!!!! It takes place in ca:tws and continues afterwards, but it ignores AoU/ca:cw. I don't read to many fics from this era (working on more of them, though! I got a request for some fic recs, and my research is so much fun!), but I'm honestly adoring this so much. And the writing is so good too! And the whole premise of soulmate masks was fascinating to me! I've never read a fic like this before. BUT I LOVED IT SO MUCH!!!!

9. there is a sweetness in you by Someone_aka_Me

AU: Your soulmate is the only person who cannot hurt you.

Sam gets kicked off a helicarrier — yet he can't help but notice the boot to the chest doesn't hurt like it should.

Yeah, yet another of this kind of au. They seem to be semi-popular for sambucky (Kinda? there aren't too many soulmate au fics though). But I'm a sucker for them, alright? And this one is so cute too! :-D

10. Fortune Tellers And Falling & Fortune Tellers And Falling: Part 2 by @jeffersonshattricks

Prompt: During a “game” Sam is told that is soulmate will be the next person to do “X” to him and it happens to be Bucky. Sam is in denial but destiny cannot be stopped.

&

The is Bucky's POV for the first part of this. It explains how he knew they were soul mates, and shows a bit of what he went through while waiting for Sam to catch up.

A Two-Parter right here, guys! So fun! I love fics that show both POV's, they just add a new dimension, alright? Also, the pining and uncertainty in these are super good!

And that's it for today folks! I really hope you enjoy these! Once again, feel free to hop into my asks and request any trope or theme you'd like! I already got one that I'm currently working on, so that'll be fun! I also have a coupole other themes that I'm working on right now too, and I'm really excited about them!

Also, let me know if you want to be tagged for these!

#sambucky #fic recs #sambucky fanfiction #sam wilson x bucky barnes #tfatws #caatws #bucky barnes x sam wilson #soulmate au #sambucky fic recs #sam wilson #bucky barnes #captain america #the winter solider #fanfic reccomendation

[gisellelx]

Merry Christmas!

It's still Christmas for a few more hours in the U.S., so I thought I'd do a short roundup of my Christmas fics for those who would like a Christmas that has more sparkly vampires (and a few werewolves here and there). Between contests, secret santas, and just narrative turns that made sense in larger fics of mine, I've written a lot of Twilight Christmases over the years. If you read, enjoy, and wishing you all the best for whatever December holidays most suit your practice.

The Family Cullen

It's the Cullens' first Christmas in Forks, and Carlisle surprises his family with the gift of some unique jewelry. Later, he and Edward have a quiet conversation about what the future holds.

Souls In Stillness

On Christmas Eve, 1917, three hearts wait in stillness-for change, for love, and for one another.

The Christmas Call

An outtake of Ithaca Is Gorges, Edward calls home on Christmas Eve during New Moon. (Edward's POV is in Ithaca, Chapter 8.)

Marlboro Red

The Christmas after Sam's imprint, Leah Clearwater is looking for any way out of the life she's now stuck in. But a part-time job and an unexpected holiday carpool give her new reason to stay. Canon compliant Jacob/Leah

The Verities We Knew

She never believed in Santa, but she did believe in us. And we came through every time.

Until the day we couldn’t.

Eclipse AU, 10 years on

CONTENT WARNING: When I categorize something as "tragedy," I mean it!

Thirteen Ways of Looking At A Vampire, Ch. 11, "Christian"

Renesmee spends Christmas Eve in "The Big House" with her grandparents.

And one rec to grow on--my favorite Christmas fic:

The Soul Feels Its Worth by poppyandpeony

She'll never really know how long he waited for her. Edward Cullen's Christmases past beginning in 1918. One shot.

#edward cullen #carlisle cullen #renesmee cullen #leah clearwater #jacob black #twilight #twilight fanfic #my fic

[unfortunate17]

HI I JUST REALIZED YOU WROTE BETWEEN THE LINES WHICH IS MY COMFORT FIC AND JUST FAVORITE PIECE OF FANFICTION THANK YOU FOR BEING A GENIUS

Miss, you are too kind. Especially because your social media fic “all the trouble that we made” is on my mind constantly. I love the format of it so much, it’s so so creative and genuinely makes my whole week everytime you update (obv no pressure to do so take all the time you want!). Kaz being canceled on social media is such a hilarious concept to me and I laugh about it a little inside every time it crosses my mind

Now, instead of us just yelling nice things at each other, here’s a little (unedited) outtake from that fic because I don’t know how else to thank you for the kind words 😭

(yes I cut NINA for KUWEI bc I’m kind of a fool but I only regret it a little bit)

. . .

Nina’s never seen where Kaz Brekker chooses to lie his head at night. A small part of her childishly wonders if someone like him actually partakes in something as normal as sleep, though she’s sure that if Kaz were somehow able to fuel himself on spite and sarcasm alone, he absolutely would.

The inside is as bare and bleak and austere as she’s expecting. Kaz was no interior decorator and his lack of talent is apparent in the stark, clinical set-up. One narrow bed. A basin. A rickety slab of wood haphazardly laid across what looked to be fruit crates that clearly functioned as some sort of desk. The sheets on the bed are pulled so tight, Nina thinks she would’ve cut her fingers open trying to tuck herself in for the night.

The room is otherwise entirely, visibly empty, even though she knows Kaz likely has reams upon reams of Crow Club ledgers hidden somewhere in the space.

In fact, the only sign of residence comes from two coats tossed across the mismatched wood floor.

The two coats, and from Inej perched on the edge of said terrible desk, head thrown back mid-giggle, of course.

She’s currently half of a semi-embrace, fingers reaching up to brush through the back of Kaz’s horrifically uneven haircut as he stands between the spread of her legs, gloved fingers tapping mindlessly at her knees.

It’s disgustingly intimate and if Nina was any more sober, she would’ve been ashamed at her gall. Even from the awkward angle, Kaz’s face is illuminated with a kind of private fondness that’s clearly only reserved for one person.

“How much of this are you going to remember in the morning?” Kaz sounds amused, the grating roughness of his voice doing nothing to cover the way his words slur ever so slightly.

Inej leans back to assess him. There’s a look on her face that Nina’s seldom seen before, a closed mouthed smile that speaks of nothing but sly mischief. “Probably nothing,” she laughs again, tossing her hair over her shoulders. It hangs like a black curtain across her back. “Nina kept pouring me that sweet wine and let me tell you - ”

The wine is certainly what’s keeping Nina hidden at this doorway so perhaps it was the real hero of the equation. The hero and the nemesis.

Kaz’s gaze doesn’t move from Inej’s face. There’s something helpless in the way he looks at her, something that makes Nina ache for a long buried love and the safety it had promised her.

“Good,” he murmurs. Kaz brings one hand up to his mouth, biting down on the tips of two leather clad fingers until the glove slides off entirely. He discards it carelessly; neither of them turn to watch as it hits the floor, forgotten.

Nina’s heard the myth of Dirtyhands as often as anyone in the Barrel. The stories read of violence and dominance and blood and an unforgiving cruelty for the sake of cruelty. She wonders how they’d read if anyone were to witness the reverence with which Kaz slides a pale hand into Inej’s hair. The gentle way it cups the nape of her neck. The tender way Inej looks up at Kaz in return. Like he is the very axis of her world.

“Darling,” Kaz says quietly as Inej’s eyes flutter shut in what is most definitely pleasure. “I missed you.”

Nina steps away from the door, heart hammering. She thinks she’ll ask Jesper to have another drink with her instead. Inej was clearly preoccupied.

#ask #likefirings #between the lines kanej bullshit #kanej fanfiction

[renegadepack]

outtakes #02

sometimes when i write a headcanon i end up with something that doesn’t really fit the story i end up writing, but i still like it. so i’m starting continuing an outtakes series.

carlisle - rain

Rainy weather had never been Carlisle’s favorite. Growing up, it was just a nuisance. It made the town more dreary, and got in the way of work he had to do. Besides, few things were more unpleasant than sitting in his father’s dank church for hours on end with wet britches. 

After becoming a vampire, it was pretty much the only weather he saw. Sunny days kept him inside, or at least far away from anyone else. As rain was such a big part of his life, he tried to appreciate it, or at least tolerate it. It was the best he could do.

more fic // request fic

#carlisle cullen #twilight #twilight fanfic #twilight headcanons #tts #ttsfanfic #twilightfanfic #twilightfic #renegadefic #outtakes

[the-starryknight]

20, 29, and/or 30 (or dealer's choice if other people have already nabbed those ones) please darlin' 😘

Hi Tacky dearest! Thank you so much for asking! <3 I really love these questions.

20. Post a snippet of a WIP you’re working on.

The main WIP I have that isn't anon is something I'm playing around with, an outtake from the Summer Writin' Challenge. It might end up being my advent fic this year! There's just much more to it than I could write for 1k.

I posted a bit of it earlier this week, and here's the next few sentences. Harry has just returned to a nature-reclaimed Hogwarts about 20 years post-war.

“Hello, hello.” Harry broke into a run, feet slamming on the stone too loud, too loud in the silent hall. Shredded parchment, half-composed, scattered in his wake, abandoned cauldrons clattering behind him. He nearly tripped over a desk drawer, contents spilling, and the cacophony in his wake echoed and rebounded too loud, too loud— “Hello, someone’s there,” the castle mocked. Harry stopped breathing, stopped moving “Who’s there?” The air went still. A door at the end of the hallway creaked an invitation. “He’s there, he’s there.” There was no light inside as Harry approached, no noise. Even the echoes seemed to fall still, like the castle was holding its last rasping breath. Harry pushed the door aside.

29. Who do you write for?

Oh man, 13-year-old Starry had these little notebooks filled with hand-written (in pencil!) stories and journals and ideas for big long novels, and characters drawn and pinned to her mirror. She was convinced she was going to publish a novel by the time she was eighteen.

And then... I stopped writing. I wasn't inspired. I didn't care. I didn't have energy to read, let alone to write. I spent some time being ill as a teenager, and by the time I was back on my feet, I had a job and school to finish and writing seemed like a fantasy I'd never touch in any serious way again.

But here I am. And I care an awful lot. So I'm writing for that teenage Starry, and I'm writing for this Starry. I'm writing because I feel really lucky to be in a place where I can make words again, and even luckier that I get to share them with such incredible writers like yourself @tackytigerfic , and so many others in this fandom.

30. Favorite line you’ve ever written.

Ever??? God this is such a hard one. I feel like I love so many little moments, but single lines are so difficult!

Ok, coming back to finish answering this one, LOL! I have two I've thought of while making a cup of tea. One sweet, one terribly sad. From For Old Times' Sake: Draco was like glass, so hard and impenetrable at first glance and entirely transparent once you got to looking at him. And the sad one, from Two Zinnias: There was pain in his eyes, the pain of a certain cruel heartbreak to leave an orphaned child as an orphaned man too.

I like the first for its characterization of Draco, and the second for the ow it gave me when I wrote it. I almost deleted it because I thought it was too sad, but I think it made the stakes clear in an important way. In both cases, I didn't have the line in my head before I wrote it, but I sat back and couldn't get it out of my mind once I did.

Thank you so much for asking, Tacky, love!! <3

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Jacob imprinted on you in April. It’s September now, and your favorite sunshine boy still manages to overwhelm you with his affection. You drive up to Seattle for a catering gig, and Jacob tags along. It’s your first weekend trip together, and he has something important to tell you. 

Some background: Another outtake from the fic I’m working on! Everyone is aged up, like college age. Since the first date, Jacob has been calling you “pretty girl” and it embarrasses the hell out of you. He just likes to make you blush. Maybe one of these days I will post the first date for more context behind the nickname, but until then please enjoy (and maybe play Beyonce’s XO in the background) 😋

Warnings: None

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“It’s too crowded here,” Jacob grumbles. “And the pollution in the air is awful.”

(Y/N) frowns. “Can you endure it for a few more hours? We’re leaving at sundown tomorrow. Promise.”

“Sure, sure.” He throws his arm around her and sighs dramatically. The elevator dings as the door closes and he pushes the button for their floor.

Jacob thinks back to how they even ended up in Seattle for the weekend in the first place. It will be fun, she said. It’ll be an opportunity to see more of Washington, she said. We’ll get to eat lots of yummy food together, she said.

He’s still trying to decide if any of that was worth the four hour drive.

When (Y/N) was hired to cook for some fancy brunch party in Seattle, Jacob was reluctant to go. He was even more reluctant to be left behind.

They took the Rabbit and drove the scenic route to Seattle. Once they made it into the city and navigated the congested streets to the hotel, his dislike for the city came to a head as soon as they opened the car doors. 

Because of his hypersensitivity, the air was disgusting. Everything was too loud. There were people… everywhere. Packed, like sardines. It was nothing like the openness of the rez.

He rolled his eyes when the concierge turned his gaze up, up, and oh, just a little higher, to stare at Jacob like a gaping fish.

They ordered room service and watched daytime TV until the early evening. An advertisement for a local carnival downtown aired during a commercial break, and (Y/N) insisted that they go.

“We can go on rides! And eat nasty carnival food!” she exclaimed.

The carnival was a ten minute walk away. (Y/N) never let go of his hand as they walked through the crowds. The bright lights, pushy people and loud sounds annoyed Jacob, but he just had to glance down at (Y/N)’s face to make those feelings dissipate. The childlike wonder on her face was a lovely sight for sore eyes. 

She dragged him to the rollercoaster first. The speed was not the least bit exciting for him, but he laughed at (Y/N)’s expression during the first drop. He laughed even harder at the picture that captured the moment.

“I need three,” he insisted, shoving his money in the operator’s face.

She had him go on several more rides, and some of them were definitely too small for his tall frame. Jacob crammed himself into the bumper cars, and (Y/N) spent the first two minutes of their playing time just laughing at his predicament. He was sure he looked extremely silly trying to sit on the carousel, so he ended up standing next to (Y/N) sitting on her wooden horse as the ride continued to revolve. 

Jacob had to draw the line at the swing ride. There was absolutely no way he was going to fit in those tiny seats without breaking it. He stood off to the side of the crowd of waiting parents and watched her as the ride spun her around. 

(Y/N) exaggerated her screams with the rest of the kids, and waved frantically at Jacob every time another lap was completed. Her hair was tousled and she was still breathless from the screaming when she finally got off the ride and ran straight into his arms. He tried to smooth down her locks without success.

“Wanna go on something else?” he asked.

She leaned back and shook her head fervently, cheeks still pink from exertion.

“Corndogs!” she forced out between pants.

Jacob laughed. “Okay, maybe try to catch your breath first.”

(Y/N) caught her breath by the time they found a stand that sold corndogs. Jacob somehow managed to eat five, and (Y/N) watched him do it with both disgust and intrigue. They tried to split a funnel cake sundae. Keyword: tried. (Y/N) really only got a few bites in before Jacob ate the rest of it in one bite.

She pointed at the ferris wheel. “Let’s do that one!”

The creaking was sketchy to him, but (Y/N) laughed off his concerns. She talked to him animatedly while they stood in line, and then abruptly became very quiet once they were in the pod.

Jacob sat and watched (Y/N) stare out at the view with quiet awe as they went higher. Her fingers were curled tightly into the metal grates of the pod as she twisted in the seat beside him.

When they reached the top and the ride paused, they had the perfect evening view of the coast, the Space Needle, and Mount Rainier in the distance.

“So pretty,” she whispered.

Jacob only had eyes for her. “Sure is,” he murmured back.

(Y/N) met his gaze and immediately turned away with a blush on her cheeks.

"Stop it, Jacob," she complained, tucking a curl behind her ear.

Jacob grabbed her hand. "Hey."

He tugged until she met his eyes again. They stared at each other for what seemed like forever and slowly started to lean toward each other. (Y/N)'s eyes fluttered closed when their noses brushed.

"I'm in love with you," Jacob whispered against her lips.

(Y/N)'s eyes flew open at his words. He watched her reaction with soft, patient eyes. His thumb brushed against her knuckles. 

The ride suddenly jolted forward. (Y/N) tumbled over his lap, and the moment was lost.

(Y/N) ducked her head with a small laugh and a darker blush staining her cheeks as Jacob pulled her upright.

"You don't have to say it back," he whispered. "I just wanted you to know."

She could only manage a flustered nod. 

They exited the ride holding hands, but (Y/N) was suddenly shy and unable to maintain eye contact. She tugged on Jacob’s hand and walked toward the carnival exit. 

An exaggerated gasp from (Y/N) stopped them in their tracks. She indicated frantically toward the strength tester game. 

A four foot teddy bear was the grand prize for striking the bell.

“Jake! Holy crap! Look at that! Jake, you have to!” (Y/N) raved, jumping in place. He laughed at her enthusiasm. She tried to calm down. “Please? Look at that bear. It’s insane!”

“Wouldn’t this be cheating since I’m, ya know, wolfy?” Jacob whispered the last word.

(Y/N) threw her hands up and then slapped them against her sides. “Are you kidding? These games are designed to cheat the customer. We’re just giving them an eye for an eye!” 

When Jacob raised a skeptical brow, she got on her knees and theatrically clasped her hands together. “Jacob, I need it. I need that bear more than anything else in the entire world. I will die without that bear.” She fell onto her back with a dramatic flair, and people around her watched with amusement and confusion. “Your mission, should you choose to accept it, could save the life of an innocent little chef-”

Jacob finally gave in with a laugh.

“Alright, alright! But you have to carry it!” He pulled her off the ground and threw her over his shoulder as he made his way toward the game. 

He heard her whoop as he set her down with a shake of his head. “You are definitely having a sugar rush.”

(Y/N) scoffed. “Am not!”

The carny explained the rules to Jacob (not that he needed it, the objective is fairly obvious) and handed him the hammer. 

(Y/N)’s antics managed to attract a crowd, and Jacob was sure his imposing height also contributed to the entire spectacle. He laughed as she cheered him on from the sidelines. 

He had to remind himself not to show off too much, and took a huge swing with the hammer.

The bell made a ding that was much louder than Jacob expected. The game’s lights flashed and celebratory music played. The crowd whooped and clapped for him, but (Y/N)’s screams were the loudest.

Jacob grimaced when he noticed the lever cracked under the force of his blow. He tried to cover it by strategically placing the hammer on top of it.

The man reluctantly handed over the giant teddy bear. 

(Y/N) struggled to stay upright and navigate through the crowd with the bear in her arms. She finally seemed to give up and firmly placed the bear on a nearby bench.

“Do you want me to hold it?” Jacob finally asked. When (Y/N) turned to him with a determined look on her face, he frowned. “What’s wrong?”

A head shake. “Nothing. Just-”

(Y/N) yanked him down by the collar of his sweatshirt and kissed him with a shocking amount of force. She pulled away with a soft smile.

"I love you, too," she whispered. Jacob stared down at her, dumbfounded.

She nodded once, fixed his collar, and stepped away, looking satisfied.

“That was all,” she said, and turned to pick up the bear again.

Jacob grabbed her by the wrist and spun her around again, pulling her up by the waist and standing her on the bench next to the bear. She still wasn’t quite his height, but it was something close.

His eyes danced between hers with growing excitement. 

"You love me?"

"Yeah, Jake. I wanted to tell you since my birthday." 

"Say it again," he begged with a whisper. He needed to hear those words from her lips again.

Her eyes glittered with adoration. "I love you."

"C'mere, pretty girl" he murmured, pulling her closer. She was able to wrap her arms more easily around his shoulders, and tilted her chin in petition. 

He kissed her with a slow, sweet tenderness, cradling her head with his hands. His thumbs traced the movement of her jaw with the gentleness of a butterfly's wings.

They briefly parted, noses nuzzling each other, and their lips met again.

Jacob almost chased her lips for another, but stopped when she turned away with a yawn.

“I think I’m crashing now,” she murmured.

“Let’s head back,” he responded.

Jacob blinks back the memory, and stares down at (Y/N). He glances at her tender lips and the faint flush on her cheeks.

She readjusts the giant teddy bear in her arms and grins. “Didn’t you at least enjoy the carnival?”

The elevator dings again as they pass another floor.

“Yeah, it was the best,” he admits. “Totally worth it.”

#jacob black #jacob black x reader #jacob black imagine #twilight imagine #twilight fanfic #twilight x reader #twilight wolfpack #my post #my writing #i'm gonna go back to work now LOL

[chaotic-bells]

I was tagged by @imbellarosa and @justalarryblog 😊 thank you! And sorry for the delay and rambling lol

my check in tag

This is a bit long... so I’ll just add the break not to bother people with my ramblings. 

1. Why did you choose your url? I created tumblr because of a fanfic, and I've been reading them since I was 11. And I will always love fanfic. Fanfic is the answer to all life's problems and bad canons. I can't imagine living in the world where I don't have fanfic to continue a world I love or to fix issues in a world that was promising, or just to wait until the next bit of canon came out. You have to imagine I started reading fanfic when there were only 2 Harry Potter books available and I was waiting for the translation of the third one (that came out end of 2000, and yes I was reading fics by then). So yeah... I wanted something related to fanfics, and I really am terrible about online identities. Probably should've used something more creative, but oh well. I like it well enough now, it is one that applies to all fandoms I love.

2. Any side-blogs? If you have them, name them and why you have them. Yes, I have @randomsideposts as my attempt to create a tag system and save my favorite posts. I failed. I also have @kenshin-and-maki for my cats, and a third unnamed one as sort of a journal/vent blog, for those times I just need to write stuff down and I don't want to keep things to myself. No one follows me and that's the way I like it. It's kind of dark.

3. How long have you been on tumblr? A year and a half only lol a baby by Tumblr standards.

4: Do you have a queue tag? Me? Organization? What? Jokes aside, I don't really like queueing stuff. I'm either here or I'm not. I'll schedule a post for a random future time, just so I don't forget the post, but a time I know I'll be online to interact with it/the reactions to it. I do that when (for example) Louis posts and I see posts that are not related to that that I'd like to reblog, but not right at that moment.

5. Why did you start your blog in the first place? Because of a cute Larry fic where Louis and Harry become mutuals without knowing they're the other one. I liked the dynamic they described of how Tumblr worked and I wanted to see if it really was like that, because my previous experiences with Tumblr were... confusing enough that I didn't stick around for more than 20 minutes.

6. Why did you choose your icon/pfp? It's Louis and Liam, who are definitely my favorites. Don't get me wrong, I love all the boys, but Liam and Louis (and their friendship) are just really special to me. And this pic is just... so cute. Also, @whatagreatproblemtohave and @evilovesyou demanded either me or @promisethatillnevertell change our profile picture, and that we should duel to see who would keep it because it was getting confusing lol (it was one of the outtakes of the House of Solo photoshoot). I would never fight Lou so I changed it. And I love it because it has my two boys 😁💕

7. Why did you choose your header? Because the livestream was so awesome and even if it's blurry i like it. Also, I never use the desktop version of Tumblr so it's probably a mess, but I like what I see on my mobile so it'll stay.

8. Whats your post with the most notes? Probably my Youtube comments about Louis? I know it has over 1k notes, which... wow.  Also, my little wistful post about keeping the livestream format after lockdown did ok too.

9. How many mutuals do you have? No clue, but I love them all.

10. How many followers do you have? 900 or so.

11. How many people do you follow? 654 blogs

12. Have you ever made a shitpost? Who hasn't?

13. How often do you use tumblr a day? No clue, dozens of times. I won't scroll too far down, just enough to distract me for a couple minutes while I'm waiting for something to load or if my brain needs a break from work.

14. Did you once have a fight/argument with another blog once? Who won? I've argued before with a Liam blog at the end of the LP Show 2, but it was a misunderstanding, I didn't express myself the way I wanted to. Pretty sure a bunch of Liam blogs have me blocked because of it still. Other than that, I'm pretty peaceful, and I really try to just stay out of drama.

15. How do you feel about “you need to reblog” posts? I hate them. It is a passive aggressive way of someone thinking their opinion is better than yours, usually has a comment like "if you don't reblog you don't care about this" or "I don't care if it doesn't fit my blog asthetic, I'll reblog it anyway". Congrats? Do you want a star for it? I'll reblog it if I think it has important information, despite these annoying comments, but only once. If it's a post I've seen multiple times, then everyone saw it multiple times.

16. Do you like tag games? Love them, but recently I've been a bit lax. Once you start saving them in your drafts, it snowballs into unmanageable levels.

17. Do you like ask games? I love them, but whenever I reblog one I only get 1 or 2 asks. :(

18. Which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous? I... don't really care enough about that to keep track lol

19. Do you have a crush on a mutual? Yes, but I won't put them on the spot

20. Tags? I don’t know if you’ve done this before, so feel free to ignore it? As usual @promisethatillnevertell @whatagreatproblemtohave @technicallysideacc @maybe-i-missyou @vintageumbroshirt @thedevilinmybrain @beckydoesthings

#tag games

[galvanizedfriend]

HI I JUST FINISHED THE MASTERPIECE THAT IS SPIN😭😭 I’m so sad I finished it but I’m so happy I saved that chapter for a day I really needed it because it was perfection literally. Honestly the whole fic was amazing I loved all the humor (and laughed out loud many times) but THEIR DYNAMIC in this was my favorite thing ever. Like I know I went on and on about it in chapter 1 but it never stopped and I’m obsessed I think it’s one of my favorite dynamics I’ve ever read. That dynamic and their relationship is truly my goals in real life like it’s all I want 😩. Will never stop thinking about it (also can I get you to write me one of their museum or art gallery dates pls 🥺-jk I hate asking people to write because it makes me feel like I’m taking away their creative decisions and making it feel like a job instead of an Aditi city so you don’t need to I can make up my own head canon about-) but yeah obsessed with them and you

Thank you for this fic 😭

-Amanda

Omg, Amanda! 🥺🥺 You're gonna make me revive my emotional Elijah gif.

This is just the nicest thing ever! ❤️✨ I'm so, so happy you enjoyed Spin so much! It's kind of a crazy premise, but tbh it's one I liked so much. It just makes my heart all warm whenever someone enjoys one of my faves so much. ❤️ Your comments on the story gave me life, and the fact you took your time to write this message is just 😭 You are truly the sweetest ever! You have no idea how happy this made me! 😊

Haha the museum dates! I might be tempted to write a lil outtake in the future. 👀 If I can finish the stories I'm currently working on. 🥲

Thank you so, so much for reading and for this super lovely feedback! ❤️

#yokan answers #Amanda #is the sweetest patootie #nice people being nice #the kind of thing that makes my whole day