#it sat in my drafts since 2021

[fiapartridge]

different | kent johnson

"maybe this time it'll be different..."

kent johnson x hughes!sister

summary: when kent arrives to the lake house two years after breaking up with y/n hughes, he has so much more planned than wakeboarding with the boys-- he's going to get her back.

warning(s): cursing

a/n: i remembered someone requesting a kj fic so here we are!! it's my first one! so! try not to hate it too much! LOL

Kent hadn’t anticipated coming to the lake house like this: sopping wet from the rain that only seemed to pour when Kent arrived since all the days leading up to this were sunny skies with a chance of nothing– absolutely zero rain, except for the day he showed up. Great.

And to make matters even worse, he hadn’t even been invited to the lake house, turning up unannounced. Luke and the rest of the Hughes’ cut contact with Kent after his and Y/N’s breakup. I mean, he didn’t expect them to take his side or feel some sort of sympathy for him, but he also didn’t know he was gonna lose everyone because of it. 

Luke Hughes had invited Kent to the lake house every summer since meeting him, claiming him as the “cool older brother he never had.” (Jack and Quinn had of course taken offense from that, but he was right. Kent was cool.) But when Kent broke up with Y/N after the 2021 draft, making up the excuse of not wanting to “drag her along” while he was busy in the NHL, Luke couldn’t help but be there for his sister. At first, he hadn’t taken sides. Luke wasn’t a part of the relationship, so obviously their friendship would be fine— but once he heard how hurt and worthless she felt, he couldn’t be friends with him. He would never be friends with a person that could make his sister feel that bad about herself. 

For months, she wondered what she could’ve possibly done to make him walk out like that, especially on a day that was supposed to be so special. Maybe… maybe she was just a thing to pass the time with until his life really began. She wasn’t meant to be in his life, not the life he planned at least, she was just something that happened— and apparently he wasn’t one for spontaneity.

Until now. As he stands at the door of the Hughes family’s summer home, the memories of spending warm July nights huddled around the small table that sat on the front porch, littered with beer bottles and red solo cups, flooding back to him. Y/N sitting comfortably on his lap, her brothers making gagging noises every time they kissed, his UMich teammates picking her up and running through the house to the backyard, throwing Y/N into the pool and pushing Kent in with her. 

They don’t even text him anymore. And he thought that losing them would’ve been the worst part, but they weren’t the people that he told everything to; what he was feeling; how anxious he felt about the future; how excited he was after scoring his first goal at Yost. his frustration over his terrible gameplay the month before the draft, fearing that none of the teams would draft him if they saw how he was playing then. That was all Y/N— and he blew it.

He wasn’t even thinking, he didn’t know what to say, his actions spoke before him as he knocked on the door, hearing the loud chatter on the other side come to a halt. And before he knew it, he was face-to-face with his old teammate, Luke.

Stepping onto the porch and closing the door behind him, Luke’s face couldn’t be mistaken for anything but anger. 

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Luke spat.

Kent wasn’t expecting a warm welcome, but he also wasn’t expecting a full on war the minute he knocked on the door. He really should’ve thought out his words on the way here.

“I know that everyone in that house hates me,” Luke scoffed, muttering something under his breath as Kent cautiously continued. “But I need to talk to Y/N. I fucked up, I know, and it’s too late, but please. I just need to see her.”

“Even if I told her you were here, I don’t think she’d even want to talk to you.”

Ouch.

“I know you’ll never forgive me for what I did to your sister, and I have no excuse for that, but just— give me one last chance with her. I just want to talk.”

Luke stood there, processing it all. He hated Kent for what he had done. None of the other boys were there to hold Y/N when she would fall asleep with tears in her eyes, they weren’t there when she would stumble into his bed late at night because she didn’t trust herself to be alone in her room, they weren’t there to hear her beat up herself for what had happened, thinking that this whole thing was her fault, that she could’ve prevented this from happening if she was just… better.

But he also remembered how happy Kent made her feel when they were together. 

So he gave him a chance. One singular chance.

“Y/N,” Kent froze upon seeing her. She looked so different, yet so the same. She wore her hair down now instead of in messy buns or high ponies, she was taller, and her baby face was gone, her cheeks growing a bit slimmer. She still had that rosy pink complexion that she always carried around with her and she still wore the silver charm bracelet she had when they were together. She was still so beautiful, if not more than when he last saw her.

Her arms were crossed over her chest, closing herself off to him. She looked hesitant, apprehensive. She had spent the first year after their breakup hoping that he would come back and tell her that it was all a big mistake, that he didn’t mean to break up with her, that he was just overwhelmed, that he wanted her back. The second year, she accepted it; that he wasn’t coming back. So why was she feeling like nothing had changed, that all her progress meant nothing, that she would crumble and go back to the way it was that first year, hoping he’d make his way back to her, in her arms, on her lips, in her heart.

For him, she was a mess. That she never grew out of— as much as she wished she would.

“Why are you here, Kent?”

Hearing his full name come out of her mouth was like a dagger to his chest. But he did that. He ruined everything. Did he really have the right to feel bad for himself?

He licked his lips, trying to find his words. Any words, really. “I still care about you, Y/N/N. I never stopped.”

“So why did you throw it all away?” she asked, poking her finger at his chest. “And don’t give me the bullshit excuse of ‘dragging me along’ because you were three fucking hours away! That wouldn’t have changed anything!”

“I was stupid, okay!” he shouted back, his voice cracking. “I was overwhelmed, and I was lost, and I knew I wouldn’t be enough for you, that I couldn’t be there, and be the person that you deserved.”

She scoffed, shaking her head. This is not how she thought seeing him again would go. “Did you think you couldn’t have told me? That I wouldn’t understand? We could’ve worked through it! We could’ve been together through it all! We could’ve seen if it really was gonna work or not! But you didn’t even want to give us a chance.”

Backing away, her hand fell from his chest, slipping to the door knob behind her. It’s like he was losing her all over again. He couldn’t let that happen, not again.

Holding onto her wrist, he felt her stop in her tracks. Maybe she was just waiting for the right words, and while he didn’t know what the right words were, he decided to jump off the deep end nonetheless. 

“My biggest regret was walking away from you, Y/N. And I know this means nothing, that I put you through so much that you didn’t deserve, and you can hate me all you want, tell me to leave and I’ll go, but please— please just hear me out.”

Her forehead rested against the door. “Five minutes,” she mumbled before spinning around. “You have five minutes to talk.”

Kent didn’t waste a single second. “I’m still in love with you. I’ve been trying to convince myself that I’m not, but you mean the world to me, Y/N, and I shouldn’t have let that go, let us go, let you go. And if you give me another chance,” she pulled her wrist away from him, his chest speeding up. Please don’t go. “I won’t make the same mistake again. And I know that you’re scared, that we might end up doing this whole shit storm all over again, and I can’t promise that we won’t, but if you just give me a chance, just one chance, maybe this time it’ll be different.”

Kent’s words hung in the air as Y/N stood there, listening to his earnest plea. The rush of memories and emotions hit her like a tidal wave. The wounds of their breakup were still there, scars etched into her skin, a reminder of him every time she went to Yost and he wasn’t there, or when she would stalk his Instagram, swearing to her friends that she would block him this time, yet she always failed. 

She had spent so much time convincing herself that she was better off without him, that she could thrive on her own, but as he stood there, telling her the one thing she wished she heard from him years ago, that he still loved her, she wasn’t so sure anymore.

Her brows narrowed, her bottom lip stuck between her teeth. “Why should I believe you?”

“You can’t. But, Y/N, I have spent the past two years regretting everything, and wishing you were beside me. After my first game, I looked into the stands and when you weren’t there, I… I knew I fucked up, that you were the best thing that’s ever happened to me, that I’ve never been as happy as I was with you. And you can choose to not believe me when I say that I won’t walk out on us again, but please just think about it. Please.”

Y/N’s head was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. She was torn between the fear of getting hurt again and the desire to give him another chance. Kent’s sincerity was real and honest, but could she really trust him not to run away when things got tough?

“No more running away. No more not talking about things. If we want this to work, I need to trust you again.”

“I’m not leaving. It’s you, you’re all I need,” he said, laying his forehead against hers. “I’ll do my best to show you I’ve changed, just make me yours again.”

In that moment, with their hearts racing and their emotions raw, Y/N’s gaze locked onto Kent’s nervous eyes. There was a certain vulnerability in his expression that echoed her own, and her mind battled between caution and the undeniable pull she still felt towards him. She’d felt that pull the second she saw him on the porch. It wasn’t something that could just go away, and in that moment, she was grateful for that.

As Kent’s fingers gently brushed against her cheek, Y/N felt a shiver run down her spine. His touch was gentle, hesitant, as if he feared shattering the fragile bridge they were building between them.

Y/N’s breath caught as Kent’s lips descended upon hers, a soft press that held a world of unspoken promises. It was a tentative kiss, a meeting of lips that carried the weight of the aching past, the hope that they could fix what was broken, and the need for his lips since the moment they broke up.

The kiss deepened, a slow progression that was both hesitant and passionate. Kent’s arms encircled Y/N, pulling her closer as her fingers curled around the fabric of his shirt, her heart racing as she surrendered to the kiss, allowing herself to be enveloped by the flood of emotions that came with it.

Their lips moved against each other with a tender intensity, as if they were trying to convey all the unspoken words and emotions that had accumulated during their time apart. In that moment, the world around them seemed to fade, the rain stopped, the muffled voices on the other side of the door were gone— it was just them. 

  When they finally pulled away, their breaths were mingled, their foreheads resting against each other. Y/N’s eyes met Kent’s once again, and she could see the genuine regret and love he still had for her. She knew he hadn’t seen anyone for the past two years, Blanks liked to remind her of that everytime he tried to get them back together.

“I’m not leaving,” Kent whispered, his voice laced with sincerity. “I meant what I said, Y/N. You’re all I need, and I’m here to prove it. This time, it’ll be different.”

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[seonghwanotes]

new years eve | jeong yunho

pairing: yunho x reader

genre: fluff

word count: 953

a/n: this was originally a collab but i completed the ending bc the writer i collabed with had closed her acc so yeah, this had me thinking for a lil bit. ALSO THE GIF 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 im getting bias wrecked big time, i cannot imagine being yunhonotes 😭 (21 Aug 2021)

a/n: as i write this, it is 28th sept 2023 😭 had this in my drafts for a while, did not proofread at all so will just post this up for now x

It was finally the most awaited week of the whole year, Christmas week. It was a family tradition for everyone to start preparing for Christmas when December came by but this year round, you were away from your family and you were spending it with Yunho and his friends. Considering that everyone was busy with their own schedules and you finally got a break till New Years, you began your preparation a little later than usual.

But as usual, Christmas went by in a blink of an eye. Right after you had taken down the Christmas tree all by yourself, you let out a loud sigh, feeling a little sad. It certainly felt a little different since it was something you’d do together with your family members but it didn’t feel as lonely since you were with your loving boyfriend.

You grabbed your phone off the couch and took a picture of the now dismantled tree, sending it to Yunho who was at practice with the boys. Not even a second passed, he had seen your message and immediately called you.

“Oh, hello?”

“Y/N, how can you take down the tree without me helping you out? It must have been hard, especially with the upper part of the tree.” He scolded you, making you chuckle.

“Yunho, it’s fine. I was gonna do it by today anyway and I was free after you left so I just got it done. You would be home later anyway. I used a chair in case you were wondering.” You replied back, earning a sigh from him. You didn’t need to be next to him to see his pout and know that he was upset for not helping you out.

You waited for a bit as you sat down, grabbing your gifts you got for Yunho along with the gift wrapper. You set your call on speaker mode and put your phone down. You could only hear some of the boys whispering to each other but it wasn’t too audible since the background music was blocking their voices out.

“Okay, okay. I’m sorry I didn’t wait till you came home but tomorrow’s New Years eve! You know I don’t like keeping the tree up for longer than 3 days. Anyway, I’m going to the supermarket soon to get some stuff for our dinner tomorrow.” You told him, still not getting a response back. “Should I get champagne too?”

You and Yunho spent a homely Christmas together as everyone was with their family except for the two of you. It was not much but work has definitely made your lives much more busier, causing you two to not get presents for each other in time that you were doing it pretty late. Not that it mattered to you at this age but you felt bad for not carrying out a simple task.

You started wrapping your presents, occasionally glancing at your phone to see if he was about to end the call since he wasn’t answering you back. There was some light bickering among the boys but you couldn’t hear what they were talking about. “Jeong Yunho, If you wanted to help me out so badly, do me a favour and ask the boys what they would want for gifts or I’m wrapping vegetables for all 8 of you.”

Your threat seemed to slightly work as you heard Mingi chime at the other side of the call, “Ya, I don’t want vegetables this year. You better ask her for her size or I’m asking her myself!”

Size? Your size for what? You were about to voice out but Yunho cut you to it. “Well, that sounds fine. Go ahead, baby.”

“So you want me to get vegetables for them?” You questioned, earning a yell from Jongho.

“Y/N! Don’t listen to hyung! Get us what you feel like getting us except vegetables… what? Oh, no mint chocolate for Hongjoong hyung and Seonghwa hyung. We love you!” He yelled, making you laugh. These boys were enough to make you feel like you were at home.

“Not sure why I’m on speaker mode but okay.” You answered back, hearing someone getting a hard smack. You were about to end the call but stopped when Yunho called out. “Baby, wait! One more thing.”

“Yeah?”

“Your hand is almost the same as San’s right?” The question almost came out as a whisper, Yunho knowing you would get agitated at that question since your hands were the size of a child compared to his delicate giant ones.

“You know the answer already. Why are you even asking this? Are you getting me a bracelet from Pandora or what?” You asked him, sealing the gift wrapper with a ribbon on top for Yunho’s gift, which was a Rolex watch and matching rings that you’ve been eyeing for a while now.

A silence was heard initially, then a voice followed along. “Yeah, would rose gold do?”

Your cheeks flushed, “Ah, um, yeah. See you later then. Tell the boys to be early tomorrow. Oh, I’ll get 3 bottles of champagne then, okay?”

“Okay, sure thing. Yes, 3 is fine. I love you.” Yunho replied, sending a kiss through the call.

“Love you too.” You responded and ended the call.

One gift wrapped and there was more to go. You sighed, pushing them away for awhile and opened your laptop to surf the internet, making a list on what to buy for the boys, wanting it to be meaningful as well. Even if Christmas wasn’t as joyful as you wanted it to be, New Years was going to be the most memorable holiday you had in a while and you couldn’t wait for it to arrive.

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[hwascripts]

4:37 am- Late night reading with Satan

The way this UNWRITTEN draft has sat here collecting dust since AUGUST 2021 💀 Anyways, soft!Satan anyone?

Wanna read more? Check out my directory right here. Got any ideas for timestamps? Send me an ask!

Desc: Late Night reading with Satan takes a (tooth rottingly) sweet turn

Word Count: 475

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The room is quiet, with nothing but the sound of pages occasionally turning and the fire quietly crackling. Your eyes, heavy with sleep, turn towards Satan, whose head rests on your lap as he reads a book with unfamiliar demonic texts. Your hand gravitates mindlessly to his soft, blonde hair, fingers gently weaving through his locks.

A soft “Mmm” fills your ears, his head pressing further into your hand. Your fingers continue to twirl his locks around absent-mindedly, and a faint yawn from you greets his ears.

“Tired, darling?” Satan murmurs, closing his book and setting it on top of the impressive stack of novels he had somehow finished in one night. You nod, bringing a second hand to rest on his face, your digits fiddling with the arm of his glasses.

He lets out a yawn before sitting up and reaching for you, pulling your body right into his arms, and promptly laying right back down.

“I am too. Perhaps we stayed up a little too late, hmm?” Satan chuckles softly, lips angling upwards to kiss your temple. You can’t help the goofy grin that makes its way onto your face.

A large hand gently cradles your cheek, tilting your head up to meet his emerald eyes, a soft smile plastered on his face.

“What are you smiling at, my sweetheart?” Satan inquires, his second hand soothingly rubbing up and down your back. A Blissful sigh escapes your lips, your head settling against his chest.

“I could ask you the same question, honey. But if you must know, I’m smiling because I’m thinking about how much I love you.” You mumble, eyes fluttering shut at the sound of his beating heart. His chest rumbles underneath you, the laughter you so dearly loved to hear filling your ears.

“Honestly darling, how much more can you make me fall for you?” He grins, arms tightening their hold around you. Contented sighs escape the two of you as you settle in on the couch.

“I could ask you the same thing,” you yawn, kissing his shoulder.

A short while ago, If anyone had told you, a simple human, that the infamous Avatar of Wrath would be so utterly and entirely in love with you, you’d probably ask if they suffered a head injury.

And if, before meeting you, anyone had told the Avatar of Wrath that he’d experience the feeling of love, he’d probably send them to their early demise.

You probably looked like the biggest lovesick losers in all three realms. But really, neither one of you could bring yourselves to care.

Wrapped up in each other's arms, the two of you begin to drift off.

“Darling?”

“Yes, Satan?”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Two lovesick fools you were, but nobody could deny the two of you were the happiest pair of lovesick fools.

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[altsvu]

three way phone part 1

pairing: sonny carisi x peter stone x detective!fem!reader

wc: 1.4k

summary: a movie night with the boys is all fine and dandy until things get spicy.

cw: shameless flirting, a little smut

a/n: in honor of this fic officially sitting in my drafts for THREE years (1/3/2021), i’m gonna post it today :) i’m thinking of making this a two part thing, with part two being raunchy asf. this is my first time writing a 3some so enjoy lovelies! 😭🫶🏽

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For a while you had been toying with Peter and Sonny because they both had feelings for you, even thought lately you had been more close with Peter. Two weeks ago, Sonny took you out to his favorite restaurant, and last week, Peter took you to a baseball game. You, Sonny and Peter hung out a lot after work if one of them weren’t spending time with you, and you were hoping for something more with one, or both of them.

“Y/N.” You turned and saw Peter coming over to you. You were the only detective in the precinct, Sonny had left to get ready for movie night. On the other hand you were chilling in the break room getting some paperwork done. That was something you did when you didn’t feel like sitting at your desk.

“Oh hey Peter.” You smiled.

“Hey there beautiful.” He said. He kissed your cheek before he sat down.

“You always find a way to flirt with me.”

“Ever since that baseball game, I’ve had even more feelings for you.”

His hand found a way to your thigh.

“Aww, Peter. Really?”

“Yeah. I can’t stop thinking about you, and I was hoping...”

There was a bit of silence between the two of you.

“That maybe we can spend more time together. Alone.”

“I- How did you know?”

You scooted closer to Peter.

“It’s written all over you.” You whispered.

You and Peter both knew the energy shifted after that. He moved closer and kissed you. You kissed him back and it was one of the best things you ever experienced. His hands went to your ass, gripping it so he could transport you from your chair to his lap. A squeal escaped your lips.

“Damn Peter.”

“Damn, is absolutely correct. What’s on for tonight?”

“I was thinking Gothika or the Invisible Guardian, since you boys don’t want to watch romance movies.”

“I think we know how that would play out. But I would kill for some Naked.”

“Ooh, Naked sounds good. I’ll tell Sonny when he gets there.”

Peter smiled and looked at you.

“What?”

“Nothing. You just look beautiful sitting on my lap.”

You kissed him then slid the paperwork closer to you so you could finish it. You shifted in his lap so that both of your legs were facing the table and you let him grip you by your waist. Peter watched as you completed your DD5’s. At one point he pushed some of your hair back.

“Peter...” You smiled. “Very tempting of you.”

Your phone went off with a text from Sonny asking you if you were still on for sitting in on the civil court case he’s working with Pippa Cox for with him. You replied with an “Of course! I can’t wait!”

“You planning on being a lawyer?”

“I haven’t thought about it. I’m just really interested in the court system. Plus, if I ever decided to, I have one of many great former and current ADA’s I can go to.”

“Am I on that list?” Peter whispered.

“Top 3.” You whispered back, finishing the last component of the 5. “Okay. I’m done.”

“Good. I can’t wait to see what you wear later. “

“I’m sure you can’t.” You smirked, getting up from his lap. “Accompany me to Liv’s office and my desk?”

“Of course.” Peter got up and grabbed you by the waist as you were fixing up the papers.

“Peter!” You shrieked. He chuckled and pulled you closer to him, then kissing your lips. After your little make out session, you stopped by Liv’s office and placed your forms on her desk along with a small note, then went to your desk to grab your things.

“So... I’ll see you in about an hour or two?” You asked after getting outside.

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

A grin formed on your face. “Bye for now, Peter.” You planted a kiss on his cheek and then went on your separate ways.

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You had just finished getting dressed and spritzing yourself with a body mist. You wore a pink silk spaghetti strap cropped v neck, a pair of pink and flower patterned tie up sleep shorts, a black silk long robe, and white fuzzy socks. Going to the kitchen to set up snacks, you heard the doorbell rang and when you went to check, it was Sonny.

“Sonny!” You squealed when he kissed your cheek and gave you a tight hug and lifted you off the floor a bit. You closed the door behind him when he put you down.

“You look beautiful for someone who’s hosting movie night.”

“You think I’m overdressed?”

“Of course not, doll.” Sonny stepped closer to you and his hand made its way under your robe. It slowly slipped off and there was a moment of silence between the two of you. Sonny’s hands then went to the sliver of bare skin. “What you’re wearing is just fine.”

“Good.” You whispered. You planted a kiss on his cheek and walked over to the kitchen to prepare the snacks.

You already had the wine out, two bottles of everyone’s favorite cabernet sauvignon to be more specific, and you wanted to prepare a small charcuterie board with several cheeses, meats, grapes, and dark chocolate. You enjoyed doing things like this, it gave you a sort of satisfaction. People always praised you for bringing the best snacks and things of the sort.

Sonny followed behind you and offered to help you set up and make a pretty display. While setting up, the doorbell rang and you went to get it.

“Y/N,” Peter started, looking at you with a smile on his face.

“Hi Peter!” You smiled back. He pulled you into a hug for a little while. “We’re in the kitchen.”

Now finally, the three of you were here and ready to get the party started. You spent some time with them in the kitchen playing around by tossing and playfully feeding each other pieces of cheese, grapes, and chocolate. You were having fun. You liked hanging out with Peter and Sonny, and they liked hanging out with you just the same.

After a little while doing that, the guys helped you finish your display in the living room with the last of snacks, and then it was time to settle down.

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“Are you boys getting bored?” You asked, taking another sip of wine.

After many glasses of wine and a fee snacks remaining, the three of you had finished the first movie, and was on the second movie you chose.

“Oh dear Y/N, very, very bored.” Peter joked. He draped an arm around you and looked at you passionately.

“Boohoo.” You mused. You turned to look at Sonny who was sitting beside you as well. “Sonny?”

Sonny smiled. “Never with you.”

“You’re so cute.” You smiled, planting a small kiss on his nose.

Peter’s hand trailed along the bare parts of your body. “I think… we can have a lot more fun on our own.”

You looked back at Peter, noticing the fierceness in his eyes. You let that same hand caress your cheek. Peter wanted to do his own thing, give you pleasure, and he wasn’t gonna let you go easily. He moved closer to you, his hands moving to your thigh.

However, you weren’t gonna give in. Not that easily. You sat there, letting Peter seduce you until you reached your breaking point. The softest moan escaped your lips. Sonny watched in amazement as Peter continued to seduce you. He turned your head to face him and he leaned in to kiss you. It was soft but also rough. You gave in and kissed him back, pulling him closer to you. You guided his hand to hold your waist. While kissing Peter you searched for Sonny’s hand to touch you as well. You could tell Sonny was hesitant, but when you felt the warmth of his body touch through the thin piece of silk that was the robe, you knew he wanted a piece of you too.

Sonny slipped a part of your robe off and kissed your bare shoulder, then went up to your neck and sucked on the soft skin. You had stopped kissing Peter at this point and he was leaving kisses on your chest. He slipped off the other side of your robe and as of now, the two men left you with bare shoulders.

“Boys. I think we should take this to the bedroom.” You whispered ever so shallowly.

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[maddies-chronicles]

hi, i have a shifting problem but i’m not sure who to ask -

so, i’ve been interested in reality shifting since 2021, and was p active in the shifting community on wattpad (💀). anyways, i never actually shifted but that’s ok right. i still believed in it, it’s all real, etc

so i took a shifting break recently, and then i came back to it last month. i tried shifting a few times, didn’t get it, but noticed that my belief in it was not as strong as it used to be. like i was affirming and i was like “yo i sound crazy i feel crazy just saying all this”

and then i saw someone be like “lol shifting isn’t real” and my entire belief in it crumbled. i will look at people talking about their shifting experiences and be like “oh haha they’re lying” even though i’ve minishifted before??? i genuinely cannot find a way to believe in shifting again. and i’ve tried

sorry if this is a lot but uhh. yeah :]

SORRY I FORGOT ABT THIS ONE IT WAS SAT IN MY DRAFTS

naurrrr bc i have this same issue 😭 like i've literally minishifted but then people will be like "you're mentally ill" and suddenly i'm like... damn... maybe i am

but fr i love reading success stories and stuff like that to help me out of slumps. this next tip sounds stupid, but like... hear me out

i love pretending i'm like the main character in a sci-fi or fantasy movie and i'm like the chosen one learning to control my powers. ik it's stupid but it really helps me!

#shifting #reality shifting #shifting community #shifting realities #reality shift #shifting antis dni #shifters #desired reality #shift #shiftblr #shifting asks #ask hale <3

[vermin-disciple]

Written for the @trektober-challenge Day 6 prompt, “BDSM Themes.” Actually, I originally started writing this for the Trektober 2021 prompt, “Restraints” - only took me two years to finally get around to finishing it!

Julian Bashir (secret agent) was currently chained to a wall in a dungeon ominously decorated with the skeletons of former guests of the maniacal Baron Rockoff. He wasn’t overly perturbed by this; things usually started to look bleak by the end of Act II of these programs, and since there weren’t any obvious means of escape (the chains felt quite solid, and Mona had not equipped today’s ensemble with a handy lockpick), he assumed that one of the Baron’s beautiful assistants (well-endowed in the chest department, either with pert breasts or rippling muscles) would be around any minute now to betray their boss by facilitating his escape. Right on cue, part of the stone wall slid back, revealing a hitherto camouflaged passageway. And out of that stepped… “Garak!” Julian blinked, but the dim lighting was not deceiving him. Garak strolled into his cell, wearing a lab coat and a smug smile. “That’s Dr. Stroker to you, Mr. Bashir,” said Garak. “Dr. William Stroker. Though I believe the game’s dossier listed the given name by an unfortunate diminutive.” “What the hell are you doing here? Again.” “Ah, I was recruited by Mr. Falcon to assist the good Baron with his little biological weapons project. His plan is quite ingenious, if a little short-sighted. Rather too many unwieldy variables and potential for unintended consequences. However, I am but a lowly lab assistant, and he has not sought my opinion on the matter.” “Mr. Falcon?” repeated Julian, honing in on the most pertinent piece in the monologue. “You mean Miles invited you?!” “Evidently, he’s grown tired of always playing on the losing side. He thought that my presence on the side of villainy might improve his chances.” Continue on AO3...

Not sure what it says about me that not only do I let my mother read my smutty fanfic (old news around here lol), but last night, I also sat and watched her read a draft of this and whenever she laughed audibly, I interrogated her about what line she’d just read.

#this may be my worst title yet and I will not apologize for it #trektober 2023 #trektober #my fanfic #garashir #star trek #ds9 #fanfic #vermin rites #verminmom #my family and other rodents

[hideyseek]

3, 29, and 30 for ao3 wrapped please!

craaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaab hiiii hi hi hiiii hi hiiii hi hi hi hiii !! :3 hehe of course i love to fucking TALK about writing myself.

putting this under a cut bc it is the longest fucking thing in existence ahahaha. and also um, its moderately pretentious sorry! i sure am a guy who can talk about writing for like, seven bajillion years

ao3 wrapped

3. What work are you most proud of (regardless of kudos/hits)?

oooough hmm, kind of a tough one for me since i feel like there's a couple. but i'll go with this arthur/cobb drabble i wrote for wicked inception week 4. i hadn't known prior to this that i could write smut without writing it specifically to like ... be hot in some way. but in the end this was so much more like, emotions / character stuff happening and the sex was just a way to get to that information. that was cool. and secondarily, the process of writing this was one draft of like, technically a fic but genuinely incoherent, and a second draft of, oh, okay, this is different but its way more clear. which is also just like, a really nice reassurance that all the craft book reading and trudging through rough drafts of other projects really has strengthened my ability (for short fics at least) to get to the understanding of what i'm really trying to do in a fic. (it's here on the gdoc w/ everyone else's submissions if ur curious! warnings: semi-explicit sexual content, unequal power dynamics)

29. Favorite line/passage you wrote this year?

hmm aha, well. this year i wrote a LOT of not-quite-there rough draft material for a bunch of different projects which mm, if i comb through it all i will explode out of poorly timed insecurity. so, maybe a bit of a cop-out but here's a bit i wrote yesterday night that made me go: ohh okay, this is going to be fujioka's relationship with violence in this fic. so, favorite recent thing, i suppose:

Fujioka reaches over to take the last section of Haiji’s tangerine. Clean hands, trimmed nails. “We got one,” he says, chewing. “One— what?” There’s a bandage on Fujioka’s cheek, bloody at the edge. Haiji looks at it, and something chokes its way up his throat.  “One of their guys, of course.” Fujioka’s face shifts into a grin, boyishly pleased with himself. A stitch breaks under the bandage and the gauze bloodies. “He tried to make a run for it, and you know we couldn’t have that.”  Kakeru, Haiji thinks, and he can’t say a word.

favorite line in ^ is probably "A stitch breaks under the bandage and the gauze bloodies." i just. love VERBS!!!

30. Biggest surprise while writing this year?

ok truly SO MANY FUCKING SURPRISES while writing this year!!! but here i'll talk about all the smut writing, hehe. like!! the fact that i sat down and went "ok i guess i'll learn to write smut" is still SO surprising to me (crab this is like. 88% your influence i must tell you!!! like i guess the spark was in me all along or whatever but if u didn't run bcsdp this would never have happened to me, or would have taken much longer, etc). which then led to like ... some really wonderful conversations with irl and fandom friends, and then led to me doing wicked inception (smut drabble fest) and developing OPINIONS on how i like my smut written which i had NEVER HAD BEFORE IN MY LIFE (which. idk maybe i will go into later haha, probably i'll end up blogging about it as i write this arthurcobb fic). SPEAKING OF! wicked then got me to unlock a crucial emotional component to this arthurcobb fic that i've been trying to write since like, 2021!!! (this is long to me) and now -- that whole fic is ... WRITABLE. like i still know next to nothing about it except the premise and that there needs to be fucked up sex in there haha, but like. I HAVE ENOUGH SKILLS TO START IT NOW. like bwaaaaa truly it was just this INCREDIBLE domino effect from like, august (???) through to now that i would never have expected in my life whatsoever!!! ah so i guess really, thank you very much, i'm really glad you did that!!!! (<- bit of an understatement)

#hidey speaks #hidey talks fic #ask game

[flaray25]

A REDRAW FROM 2021 TO MY ARTSTYLE NOW

I can see how different this changed (since ive never came into my fav for doing anatomy before until now)

Looking back at my own works made me inspire alot from different stuffs ive went.

"Farewell... SpongeBob..."

INCOMING PLOT/LORE:

Its the cover of a comic book I drew, it was somekind of plot where Squidward regrets the things he said now that SpongeBob is gone. Like literally dead gone forever not even realizing about it.

From how obsessed he is to Spongebob in secret which Spongebob doesn't always know. The day that he said something life changing to Spongebob, he was pressured and really stressed that is caused by the lack of trauma, sleep, disturbance, and job overtime.

He began to burst out from his space and pointed out the most 'harshest' things to him. To the point was shown how deeply hurt Spongebob was from Squidwards words, he didnt have a time to process his emotions but just gave him a simple smile and maybe did agreed and accepted whatever Squidward had told him.

3 days later

Squidward is so upset that Spongebob never even came to work after his rants about him.

It's been day 4 now and Spongebob finally came to work again, just a regular and a usual normal act of himself. He didn't know why but thought about it. Even curious because he pointed out the obvious things and after those words Spongebob just showed up to his face like it's all completely dodged.

Now HERES the craziest part. Spongebob doesn't and isn't supposed to exist or appear in day 4 because Squidward is hallucinating about him. And his mind blinded his sense convincing that he's actually there which he's not.

In the horrible truth way possible.

After Spongebob ran away from the krusty krab after whatever Squidward's words spoke up and stabbed right through his heart and got them from his skull. He had a breakdown.

He went back to his pineapple house, locked himself from his room not letting gary inside. And just sat there and thought about those words Squidward said.

"I wish you don't EXIST!"

Then it hit him.

If those were the things Squidward wanted for him so as Spongebob would finish it 'just for Squid'

As he did whatever Squidward wished.

When Patrick checked up on why Spongebob suddenly left the krusty krab after not getting his order. He went to the pineapple house to see his dead friend lying on the floor.

Patrick called for help as the ambulance came in and brought him. Spongebob didn't make it sadly, he was too late.

After the news was shown on the television, 'Spongebob Squarepants committed s!#£%&e'

Squidward didn't know how to respond to that.

The way he thought it was all just some sort of a prank or a way for him to feel bad on. Squidward blinded himself into thinking this was just some sort of prank.

But it wasnt.

When Squidward wondered why Spongebob hasn't shown up from work he was concerned about whatever happened to him by now, but just again abou tthe news reported live. He thought this prank would last by now.

Now it's been day 4 in the present. When Sandy came to the krusty krab telling him about Spongebob, he began to question why this prank is lasting for 4 days now.

Sandy even screamed and yelled at Squidward telling him that Spongebob really is gone. That he died and k#ll3d himself from the room. Squidward was in shock to look to his side knowing that Spongebob is just here.

He wasnt.

This thing came into a big realization that he didnt give a thing about Spongebob after 4 days of his death. Didn't even knew that he did die. Didn't even showed up from his funeral because he thought it would be played as just some sort of joke.

He felt sorry for Spongebob and even got to his knees forgiving about him.

----

Coming over to his house for taking care of it, he sees a box filled with memories of him including Squidward. (Probably some drafted letters for Squidward as a confession but didn't get a chance give those to him)

This also gave him a shocking truth that Spongebob caught himself head over heels deeply inlove with him. The reason why he was so obsessed to him.

Pointing out the obviousness already. Squidward didn't take a hint because of his annoyance, it was hard for him to take it in. Is that what Spongebob has been feeling to him after all this time?

The day that was too late.

And we leave ourselves in this scene where Squidward reads one of his letters as he sits on Spongebob's bed all alone.

BOOM classic ending am I right?

#squidbob #spongebob #spongebob squarepants #squidward #spongeward #squidward tentacles #drawing #art #spongebob au #my art #fandomizer25

[eomereadig]

Snippet: House-cat

Found this little fic sitting in my drafts since 2021, hope you enjoy it!

Fandom: The Witcher

Pairing: Jaskier/Aiden

Rating: G

Tags: fluff, modern!AU, cuddling, cutagens 

Full fic now avaliable here

After padding over to that side of the room, Aiden made a grumpy sound to get Jaskier’s attention and flicked on a lamp. He rubbed his eyes tiredly as Jaskier hissed and shielded his own, evidently not used to even the warm light. His irritation softened immediately when he caught sight of Aiden though, wrapped up and soft as he was, like some kind of giant teddy bear. Jaskier took a deep breath, arched his back, several of the joints popping as he stretched, and smiled kindly albeit tiredly. 

“You sleepy, darling?” His voice was quiet but Aiden heard him over the storm outside well enough. He nodded and pulled the blanket tighter around his shoulders. “You should go to bed then, I’ll join you in a few hours…” ‘He’d already been working for seven,’ Aiden thought. 

He made a grumpy sound and gave Jaskier no time to push him away or protest his next move. He bullied his way onto his boyfriend’s lap, blanket still wrapped around him, planting himself firmly on Jaskier’s thighs. Aiden sat facing the other man so they were chest to chest, allowing him to curl forwards and burrow into Jaskier’s comforting warmth and scent. His head found its way to Jaskier’s neck, resting against his shoulder whether Jaskier wanted it there or not. 

Jaskier laughed softly, Aiden bouncing up and down on his chest a little with the movement. He didn’t try to push him away though, instead leaning back to make Aiden more comfortable and wrapping his arms around him, rubbing his back softly. “I’m working, darling. Like I said, I’ll be free in a couple of hours if you still want cuddles then…” A kiss was pressed to Aiden’s wild hair. 

“You can still work like this.” Aiden mumbled against his skin petulantly. Now that he was finally where he wanted, he wasn’t about to give that up. “Your arms are free…” 

Jaskier snorted, arms going lax. He admitted defeat. With all the work he’d been doing, Jaskier was exhausted and having a sleepy Aiden on his lap seemed to be the best thing in the world. Sure, he wouldn’t be able to type as quickly and might lose the willpower to do so entirely, but with how much he’d already completed, he knew he could afford to slow down a little. Usually, Jaskier was the more stubborn out of the pair but didn’t have the energy to spare this evening. 

“You’re like some kind of lap dog, maybe you were in another life…” He murmured with a smile into Aiden’s hair. At once, Aiden grew back with a theatrical, albeit a little tired, gasp. “I’m offended!” It was well known that Aiden disliked dogs. He’d always been more of a cat person. “I’ll settle for a housecat and nothing less.”

Full fic now avaliable here

#livy's writing #the witcher #tw3 #the witcher: aiden #the witcher: jaskier #jaskier x aiden

[squarebracket-trickster]

Happy STS! Since you're on the second draft of ur WIP, how was the progress of the first draft? What are some things you learned during it? What is something you would do differently for your next first draft?

It's so rare to see a writeblr going through revisions and i find your commentary very inspiring. One day i too will be telling myself to leave the sentence be for another draft LOLLL

Oooh I love this question so goddamn much!!! (well, ig it's sort of two? three? questions.) I had so much fun answering this<3333 It was an excellent chance at reflection.

How was the progress of the first draft?

(lol I did not intend for my answer to be this long but it just kept going. But I like the idea of being very transparent about the journey because I hear a lot of nice, summed up "one day I sat down and wrote a novel, the next month I had a manuscript and started querying" stories and I think that can be really invalidating for people for whom the journey isn't that smooth if that is the only narrative you hear.)

I think I came up with the story idea some time in 2019. It was one of those, "princess runs away from an arranged marriage but [redacted due to spoilers]" concepts but at the time I was worldbuilding for other things so I put it aside for later.

About a year later, when I had not made much progress on my other WIPs (due to not having enough worldbuilding ideas to carry a fantasy or sci-fi story and banging my head against a wall trying to think up something I was happy with), I decided, ah what the hell, I'll try this instead.

I picked it because it was a simple concept--an idea fit for a standalone novel on the shorter end, with a fairly small setting and requiring little worldbuilding. It seemed like it would be good practice before I seriously tackled my more ambitious WIPs.

It still took a while to actually get writing. I tried three or four times to make an outline--one was more than 8000 words--and ended up scrapping each of them because when I got to actually writing the scenes I had outlined I found them dry and soulless. I was just going through events that needed to happen but there was no emotion, no humour, no themes, nothing. I tried to write the first chapter once or twice but I started the story too early in the timeline and lost the momentum to keep going. Finally, I wrote a scene somewhere in the middle (the one where Sorin figures out Adris is a girl) and it was the first I was actually happy with. I had fun writing it and then reading it again, and it finally felt like there was some "life" behind the plot I had been failing to outline. I rewrote that scene in both first and third person, decided I liked 1st better, and tried to keep adding to it. Then I had about 3600 words. I wrote another scene near the end (when Isadred and Firnen meet; though I changed this later) and it gave me some direction to work towards.

Then I did not touch the project again for several months.

One day in November of 2021 (NaNoWriMo month but I hadn't heard of it yet) I decided to just go for it and put a bunch of time aside to write like crazy. I started from chapter one and had two rules, 1. Start chapter one as late into the story as possible, and 2. keep it going--don't edit (not even spelling unless it is absolutely critical for me to make sense of later), if I get stuck just jump ahead to the next scene I can write, and if I don't know what happens next just ramble about everything that can't happen until I figure out a situation where that does not apply.

It worked. Really well. The next things I knew (about three weeks in) I had roughly 48 000 words. Some days I was hitting 13-14 000 words per day. Then I took a break because uni and came back to it in April 2022. Same rules, same deal. Suddenly I had 112 572 words.

I got stuck on the ending. I wrote a few scenes but didn't like them. So I figured I would just call it a finished manuscript, put it aside for a while, and come back to it when the time was right.

About two months ago I thought up part of a better ending while in the shower and a few weeks ago, just before I started the second draft I figured out the rest. So I knew it was time and I went back to it.

What are some things you learned during it?

I had a lot of fun. I laughed a lot at the banter and dramatic irony, I highlighted my favourite lines to look back on later, and I left funny comments for myself in the margins. The weird part was that I was not expecting it to be fun at all. I see so much writing content about how hard writing is and how much writers hate it, especially first drafts, and I have done my share of banging my head against a wall (especially in my other WIPs) but, for me at least, it is one thing to get stuck on a plot point, but if I am finding every single new sentence to be a struggle to get down it is probably because my story has not come to life yet. I am writing too much from a place of "hit each plot point in my outline" and not enough from a place of "you know what would be fun/gut-wrenching/shocking/funny/clever/insightful?".

Believe it or not, the middle section was the most fun to write.

I have also come to believe ardently in these commonly touted morsels of advice:

if your story is losing momentum after only a few chapters you either don't know where you are going with it or you have started too far before the inciting incident.

Name your first draft draft zero, garbage draft, word vomit (or in my case, "idk what the FUCK this it looks pretty cool tho"), and just expect utter garbage.

Don't look back, just keep going. You know that thing in improv where they do the "yes, and..." exercise? Do that.

If you are stuck on what happens next, skip that scene and go to the next. There is a chance you may not even need the scene you were stuck on. Long time skips in the same chapter are allowed.

If you don't know what to write just sit down and start rambling. As long as you know what you are trying to write towards, eventually you'll end up there and you can cut the bloat later.

Know your climatic moment before you start--not your ending, but the big final showdown the story is building to. You don't have to know how it resolves (I didn't figure that out until like six weeks ago) but know who is in your final battle and where it takes place.

Don't research. Don't worldbuild. If you need a piece of information you don't have, write [insert type of medieval ship here] and move on.

What is something you would do differently for your next first draft?

I am honestly not sure on this one... I do wish I was a more skilled writer prose-wise because my first drafts would need a lot less editing later on if descriptive, poetic prose came as naturally to me as dialogue and emotional one-liners. But all I can really do for that is keep practicing.

The only other thing I wished I had done from the start was keep a journal, log, or blog of my progress, and save some of the funny comments and [somehow our two romantic leads have to sword fight their way out of a masquerade ball in this scene while dressed to the nines] notes-in-brackets I left in the draft but went back and deleted later once I actually filled out the scene. Hence the existence of this blog now.

One of these days I would also like to develop a proper writing schedule to make more consistent progress throughout the year (instead of the random sprints of activity followed by months of not touching it that I do now). But between the ADHD and the Chronic Fatigue Syndrome I don't know when that will happen.

#wipvii #sts #ask game

[apparentlynotreallyfinnish]

Gimme Borrowed (Duhuh) 😇😘

(Re: this post) Inky, my beloved ❤️

I started this one in 2021. I have barely any memory of it... I don't have much to say about it. There isn't much and I haven't gotten to the smutty bit. It's also very much a rough draft. Emphasis on the rough. But since I love you, here's a bit.

(Reader-insert in 2nd person below cut, sfw-ish:)

You’d known for some time that one of your boyfriend’s fantasies was watching his best friend fuck you. It didn’t take much to talk you into making that fantasy into reality. To add an element of surprise you’d requested that Rhett didn’t tell you in advance when the agreed-upon tryst would be happening.

It was one of your house parties. Rhett loved to entertain and you loved to watch him in his element. It had been a fun night of barbeque, lounging at the pool and laughing with friends.

The party was winding down and you were sitting on the couch with Rhett, his arm slung around your shoulders. On your other side sat Link. He’d been close to you for the whole night, entertaining you and the other party-goers with silly bits and gentle ribbing of his best friend. You were wondering if tonight might be the night and you’d been attempting to catch him looking at you differently, but hadn’t noticed anything new. 

Rhett got up to say goodbye to the last guests and as he disappeared into the hallway a hand settled on your thigh. 

“Have you had fun tonight then?” Link asked, his voice a slow drawl. You try to ignore the palm pressing lightly against your leg and nod.

“Mhm. It’s been great.”

“Tired?” he asked, his hand moving up and down your leg. You swallowed.

“I’m feeling very alert suddenly,” you joked and got a wonderful smile as a prize for your attempt. You heard the front door closing and a moment later, Rhett appeared at the entrance of the living room. He stopped there, leaning against the doorway. Link turned to look at him and somehow you knew they were having one of those silent conversations of theirs.

“How are you feeling, baby?” Rhett asked and before you could say anything, Link’s fingers had moved up your thigh and slipped between your legs. Just a soft touch, a promise or maybe a question, one you were eager to explore. Rhett’s eyes turned dark and you could clearly see him drawing in a stuttered breath.

“Feeling good,” you said, your voice a bit more shaky than you’d hoped. “You?”

Rhett licked his lips and walked over to the armchair across from you. 

“I’m great,” he said as he sat down.

#Appa writes fic #rhink #reader insert #my wips #I do not like the writing in this one #requires a lot of work

[screadingchallenge]

Behind the Keyboard Volume 17

Behind the Keyboard is a series of interviews with different Schitt’s Creek fanfic authors. The series will last as long as there is interest (from authors) and capacity (from me). If you are an author from the Schitt’s Creek fandom who would like to participate, send a DM to this account.  

Each author was given ten questions. The first five questions are the same for every author, the last five will vary.

Let’s meet our next author:

@im-televisions-moira-rose​ /  Imtelevisionsmoirarose

On AO3, I’m Imtelevisionsmoirarose, but I also nabbed the pseudo DefinitelyNotNo after Dan’s insta comment on Noah’s Outer Range headshot because I thought it was too perfect. On tumblr, I have hyphens, so my fic account is im-televisions-moira-rose.tumblr.com but I’ve had tumblr for approximately 150 million years because I am an old, so my main account is theangelshare.tumblr.com. My main is truly a snapshot of the last decade plus of my mental health so…hold onto your butts if you go there.

How many fics have you written? 

According to AO3, I have 19 published works. There are plenty of things I’ve been thinking about writing and a few in particular that I very much plan to write once I sort out my personal emotional state and general stability (haha).

When did you publish your first fic on AO3? 

I published my first fic on February 1, 2021, so well after the end of the show, when I was deep in my grieving process for it. What a time.

Describe your writing process from “Oh, I have an idea” to pushing publish on AO3. 

Honestly, it depends on the idea and how it materialises. There are fics I plan to write based on the plot of the show (as in my Coming Together series), but a lot of my organic stuff canon-adjacent, postcanon or AU stuff, especially Commonplace Book entries, is written based on a single line or a scene/character interaction or emotion that just randomly pops into my head. When that happens, I try to imagine a bigger context, but also start writing from that scene to get a feel for where the fic is going/could go. Also, with the Commonplace Book series, I do a lot of poetry reading/inspiration sourcing independently of my fic writing and sometimes I read a poem or snippet of prose and it speaks immediately to me/to a character and then just takes on a life of its own. I enjoy the Commonplace series because it really allows me to play with my own writing style. Once I feel like a fic is in a good spot, I generally run it by my beta, AyaRose, as well as my Person, ZhampagneDreams, both for grammatical and thematic/flow perspectives. Once tweaks have been made and poor Aya corrects my plethora of dialogue errors, I generally create the draft in AO3, write the summary and add notes and tags, edit and preview/reread the fic approximately 150 thousand times, and then finally publish. 

Tell me about your most recent fic? What do you love about it? Is there anything you think you could have done better?

My most recent fic is Like Air which I wrote as a birthday gift for DesignatedGrape, an absolutely wonderful person and writer. The idea for this fic was in my head for a long time, so when I finally sat down to write it, the entire thing came easily, which is not usually how things go for me. To be fair, I also broke down the entire plan for it granularly over brunch with Zhampagne after seeing The Minutes, which is also not how things usually go for me (tragically). I’m very content with the final result. The last few fics I’ve written have actually been fics that were in my head since I began writing fic in general, and I feel like when I give those ideas time to steep, they come out in a more fully fledged way than brand new ideas that I haven’t subconsciously ruminated on.

What advice would you give to someone who’s thinking about publishing their fic for the first time?

When I wrote my first fic, I almost didn’t publish it because I was too self-conscious and scared of how it would be received, but doing it was one of the best choices I’ve ever made because it brought such a great community into my life and introduced me to some of my favorite people. I would say my biggest advice is to make sure you’re publishing it for yourself first. It can be tough when fics I write don’t get high engagement, especially when they’re important to me, but I always remind myself that I’m writing for me first and foremost, and that always helps to readjust my expectations. Also, my writing has gotten a lot stronger over the last year and a half because I’ve been doing it pretty consistently. The only way to get better at something is to keep doing it! 

Tell me about a fic you’ve read that always makes you cry?

So I have no soul and can’t remember the last time I cried reading something, but I will say there are plenty of fics out there that make me FEEEEEEEEEL things and I am nothing if not a HUGE angst lover. There are The Big Ones like happy golden days of yore (which might be my fav fic) and the instant classic You Can Fall but I’d love to pinpoint a really unique one that I feel like deals a lot with the tenderness of a new relationship that I still think about very often—Hook, Line, and Sinker, from likerealpeopledo. It’s hilarious, on-character, and insanely poignant for being about fishing. Patrick’s vulnerability makes me want to curl up and die in a good way. Please read it. It’s so sweet and so good. Like all of likerealpeopledo’s work, to be fair.

What’s the best advice anyone has ever given you about writing?

The best advice I’ve gotten is to write what you know! A lot of my head-canons for our beloved cast of characters come from my personal experience and personal life. When you write from life, it always feels more authentic and relatable. Everything Takes Time (Bees) was written using the knowledge/experience I have from my family’s years of beekeeping and I wrote family Christmas traditions into For What Binds Us. My headcanon for David’s hangover cure is actually just my hangover cure. I’ve also found that adapting these parts of myself helps me connect with the character I’m writing and puts me in their head too, which is an invaluable place to be.

Outlines - yes or no?

If the fic is long enough to require them, yes. Z has helped me put together an absolutely phenomenal outline for my one-day longfic AU that I think will be perfect when I start to dig in and really write. It sort of highlights the specific interactions and main things to accomplish in each chapter of the fic, without being too prescriptive. I don’t like an outline that’s too limiting or too granular because I think it lets the story breathe and develop organically.

In your mind, what’s the most important element of good writing?

Hi hello I don’t understand punctuation around dialogue and I don’t care to. Sorry, Aya 😬

It really goes back to writing what you know and love. Not only does it help the reader connect with the piece on a personal level, it also helps you connect with the reader; when you write parts of yourself into something, it shows. Don’t write about things you’re not passionate about or don’t know about or haven’t researched—it’s so much richer to use your experiences to inform subtleties of your fics. ALSO, the delicate balance of giving enough information for the reader to imagine the scene without overloading them with adjectives and specific positioning. Leaving it open to individual interpretation while still giving the reader a frame of reference to base their visualizations on is tricky! Oh, and last but not least—reach out to other writers/authors who you admire. The worst that can happen is they don’t respond, but it’s also such a great way to grow a community and improve your own art!

#behind the keyboard #meet the authors #sc fanfic #schitt’s creek #schitts creek

[the-rogue-mockingjay]

Writer's end-of-year roundup, 2022! 🎉🎆

Despite the myriad hardships of the year for me - losing my old beagle, fighting doctors, a completely stupid amount of grief/loss, migraines and disability oh my! - it's actually been an amazingly productive and inspired year? I'm very proud! I completed the second draft of my first-ever longfic, which needs another round of editing or two before it's ready to be published, and I've discovered I LOVE editing. More than I love writing, actually????? Lots of people talk about the Dreaded Editing but for me, it was vastly easier than writing the first draft was LOL. I also did what I thought I would never do, which is create another Shepard, Morrigan Vesta, and I actually wrote mostly about her during NaNoWriMo this year. I'm finally getting the hang of how to give characters unique voices (or portray a canon character's voice accurately, which is something I used to be extremely hung up on). I can honestly say I've made a lot of progress both as a person and as a writer this year, and I'm finally starting to find my joy in writing again. Very exciting!

Taking a page out of @pikapeppa 's book in how to format this year's data- I love seeing your charts every year!! My own chart ended up being quite a bit messier, but that's probably because of how I tweaked it to fit my fics. I apologize deeply if the image quality gets butchered, I am not wise in the ways of battling Tumblr's nonsense

(HEY GUESS WHO FORGOT A FIC......the one I forgot is Marevera's Dream, which is a Wayfarer post-Ep 1 pre-Ep 2 WIP, and it clocks in at 1,174 words, making my actual total 60,486!!!!!)

*I forgot to note that In this darkness, on my own is a followup to A New and Dark Horizon.

60K........DUDE!!! I haven't written that much since junior high/I got my depression diagnosis in like 2016, so this is. Big!

New things I tried: For starters, I paced myself during NaNo instead of forcing myself to write every day like I did during NaNo 2020. And WOW was that a night-and-day difference! In 2020, I wrote about 20k and burned myself out so bad I couldn't write for another 6-8 months. This year, I wrote about 30k, and only sat down to write about half the days, successfully dodging burnout. I think that's a valuable lesson for me in what works for me, how to balance my desire to write with what I'm actually capable of that day, and how to work with my disability without letting it limit me.

I also wrote in first person for the first time in maaaaaany years, and while it's not as comfy as third person, it wasn't bad, and it was a good way to explore the different strengths of POVs.

And since my laptop had a fatal encounter with a cup of coffee last spring (RIP little buddy), I've gotten very comfy writing on my phone, which I had previously only done for Across the Sea and Part 1 & Part 3 of broken body built anew because I was bored/inspired during a long car ride LOL.

Fic I spent the most time on: Going Over Jordan, easy. I originally wrote it during NaNo 2020, then re-wrote it at some point during 2021 (time is a weird soup so I don't remember). And then I rewrote it AGAIN this year, edited the crap out of it, printed it, and will edit it again sometime in 2023. It's a fic that exists purely because I am at times a spiteful little goblin, and I had Opinions about the MEA main mission Hunting the Archon, i.e. I didn't agree with how Bioware wrote the companions' responses to Ryder's temporary death, and my Ryder is also an anxious neurodivergent wreck like myself, so I wanted to write how that mission would have actually gone with Brynja as Pathfinder. I wanted to highlight the relationships Brynja has with her friends (particularly Jaal), and I also just wanted her take on the mission in general, because it's not the same as what's in-game. I mean....a lot of people die gruesome deaths in that mission and you see the aftermath, you see the gutted and maimed corpses. There's a lot of horror inherent to what Bioware wrote for that mission, but they glossed over it big time. I wanted to fix that.

I'd like to have someone beta read it, but Andromeda is a niche market as it were, and I've never had anyone beta my work before, so that's honestly the biggest reason it's not published yet. It would benefit greatly from beta reading I think, but uh. I don't know how to make that happen. I'm gonna publish the dang thing in 2023 or 2024 at the latest, though, even if it kills me DGKLJDHLG.

Fic I spent the least time on: I can't say for certain, but it's probably the microfics. Those took only a couple hours. Aside from those, not counting WIPs, it'd most likely be Across the Sea, which I wrote on my phone while sitting on the kitchen floor.

Favorite thing I wrote: ALMOST ALL OF THEM. In all seriousness though, there are a few that have a special place in my heart, and the most important one is Across the Sea. I'd been wanting to explore how Marian processes/copes with Thane's death pretty much since the day I created her, but I never got around to putting any of it on paper until the time came for me to say goodbye to my dog, a 17yo beagle named Maggie we adopted in 2019, last February.

It was an absolutely hellish series of events just in those few days alone: I had a sleep study done which gave me the worst migraine of my life, I threw up in a random parking lot, went home and tried to sleep the migraine off, and was woken up a few hours later to my mom sitting on my bed and saying, quietly, "Maggie's dying". My migraine quit mattering at that point. I sat with her on the couch for hours, held her paw, petted her softly. My parents took turns sitting with her in the living room overnight.

Ultimately, she was just suffering so much for so long we had to take her to the vet. It was a weekend, so it was going to be hours before they opened. Maggie got up and stumbled to the kitchen, and she laid down in front of the door to the garage, and I just...sat with her. There was nothing I could do to help or save her, so I kept her company in her last hours. In the midst of moving and the uncertainty surrounding my health, my new disabilities, traumatizing doctor appointment after traumatizing doctor appointment, I was having to say goodbye to the greatest light and joy of my life a mere 6 months after we lost the dog we've had since I was 3 years old (a shih tzu named Reggie, who wore the pride of his breed like a royal mantle and never stopped carrying himself like a king, even when he didn't recognize us anymore).

Maybe it's silly to compare the loss of a dog to the loss of a lover, but...things just clicked in my brain. I wrote Across the Sea for and about Thane and Marian, yes, but it was for me and my beagle, too, in equal measure. Thane was terminally ill but even so he died quite unexpectedly (THANKS KAI LENG), and the same was true of Maggie. So it was....maybe it's a silly thought, but it was a vent piece. I understood my grief through the lens of Marian's, since hers was so much easier to tackle than my own in its huge overwhelming weight. I'm a very private person with big emotions, and my grief was - and is - a very personal thing. Something I needed to keep close to my chest, hidden, at the time. To write Marian's grief as I waited with Maggie for the inevitable, it was like I had a companion, a friend sitting with me in that grief. I understood Marian much better then.

So perhaps mechanically speaking, Across the Sea isn't my best piece (I'm honestly not certain where it ranks quality-wise), but it is....the writing equivalent of those pendants that carry your loved one's ashes, for me. And it's done quite well on AO3. Knowing that people have enjoyed this piece that is so precious to me and comes from a place of such deep sorrow...there is no greater honor I could ask for, I think. It's a fitting tribute to a character and franchise I love, that's gotten me through many hard times, and to the beagle that made the horrors of life worth living.

(Aside from that, my other favorites are broken body built anew (first trilogy piece), Going Over Jordan (first longfic), In this darkness on my own, Farewell to Arms, Des profondeurs dans la nuit, and the ME3 early game Morrilenko duology Never Enough/In the shadow of your heart.)

Favorite thing I read: Imma be real with you chief, I have.....not read much. Not as far as books go, anyway. But I've sure read some amazing fic and interactive fiction games!!

I reread a bunch of stuff, partly to examine the technical strengths of my fave writers and stories, and partly because hey, they're my favorite stories!! Off the top of my head, the pieces I reread were: Flotsam, Ain't Sentimental, and Loose Ends by @asaara-writes; Sorrow and Resistance by @/myrini; and while I didn't get the chance to reread/finish these like I'd hoped, A Lesson in Drowning by @theherocomplex, Where the Winds of Fortune Take Me and Lovers in a Dangerous Time by pikapeppa are bookmarked both on AO3 and in my brain for the same reasons as the shorter pieces

everything @coldshrugs has written in the past year or two. Both as a writer and as a reader, shorter form fiction is more accessible to my migraine-addled brain (I love reading long stuff but it's often migraine trigger T^T) and Azia's a MASTER of short fiction???? So much punch packed into such concise words!! Incredible clarity and emotional depth!!!! There are many writers on this site that I admire and respect greatly, and Azia is one of them

My favorite IF this year is 100% Wayfarer (@/idrellegames). I haven't been able to focus on it as much as I'd have liked, but the COMPLEXITY the DEPTH. I'm in awe of it and Idrelle. The scope of the project is so massive and the intrigue and depth of the story and characters is incredible to see, Idrelle is a one-person-army of a writer. It'd be easy to think that Wayfarer is made by a team, but nope! It's all the genius and dedication of Idrelle. Having followed Wayfarer from the beginning, the only words I can describe it is awe-inspiring

My writing goals are going in a separate post because this is about 19 times longer than I meant it to be DHFLJKDSLKJHG. If you've read this far, thank you so much!!!!!!! I know it probably got a little more personal and a little bit sadder than you were expecting, so thanks for sticking with me- and I don't blame you an ounce if you skim-read this or skipped some sections. It's a lot of words!

Happy New Year, everyone!! You guys make Tumblr great, and without the people I've met through this site, I would've missed out on not only tons of awesome media, but all y'all super cool folks and your blorbos!!! Keep on creating, everybody. Your stories, your art, your headcanons and metas and dumb jokes, you bring light into my life, and the lives of others. I want you to know that your works bring comfort and happiness to the life of one lost and drifting young woman...and I want to thank you for it, sincerely. I know for a fact I'm not the only person whose life is made better by your presence. The fact that we haven't met in-person doesn't lessen your impact by an ounce.

#rogue writes #writing roundup #tw animal death #yeah a lot of my titles are just random lyrics but hey i'm a very musical person lol

[nopoodles]

Happy Saturday! (But feel free to answer whenever)

Please share with me something about your recent writing that you are proud of. It can be a line you are proud of writing, an idea, progress you’ve made, anything.

Since the start of 2023 I've finished 4 books.

I didn't start any of them in 2023, they've all been sat in my drafts folder for a while (2018, 2019, and 2020 or maybe 2021 respectively). But some were things I wondered if I could ever finish.

Coming up with new things while moving house (which started in March 😭 but we knew as early as January) is always a challenge, so I tend to fall back on older unfinished projects for that and I just... I guess, had a wave of successes. I'm really proud that I've managed to keep writing at all and finishing 4 books is so far beyond my expectations for this period of time.

#thanks for asking! #of course now i have to rejig my publishing plan #again #because i cannot be trusted to stick to a plan #and also becausenit seems a waste to leave these finished projects languishing

[kuwdora]

Posting meme- What's the in-progress vid you've been working on the longest? (from beatrice eagle)

What's the in-progress vid you've been working on the longest? (from beatrice eagle)

Oh I have a ton of non-active WIPs that are technically 2-5 years old that I do plan on getting back to Someday.

But currently these are the longest (active) WIPs I have:

A Green Knight vid started in 2021 that I keep meaning to finish. I rewatch my draft occasionally in longing. I've been having some minor technical problems working on this that I haven't had the attention to troubleshoot. My laptop is very old, too, so it doesn't help when I'm working with 1080p files, alas. I haven’t really added to this Green Knight vid in over a year or a year and a half. If I can sit down long enough to figure out why my playback is lagging, maybe I can finish it for VidUKon this year…It would be so good. The music is Panic At the Disco. Stompy-stompy beats of delicousness.

I also have a Moonhaven vid I started this past November. If I sat down during a weekend and rewatched the opening episode that will probably light the fire under my ass. Maybe finish the vid for VidUKon?? Hmm…

The other longest/current in-progress vid I have is from October which is a Witcher 2 fanart (hi @sassaffrassa) vid. This vid is super exciting for me because not only do I have amazing art that I can play with and construct a narrative from some comics, I actually have the artist in my DMs who will draw me new scenes or shots FOR THE VID. CUSTOM MADE SOURCE FOR MY VID. It’s incredibly intoxicating to have this in my vidding arsenal!!!! It is a lot of fun and extremely explicit so I won’t be able to put it on YouTube and it's probably too explicit for tumblr even with a mature label so I'll have to go download only option for it. Which... I don't even know if people outside the vidding communities even download vids anymore to watch? But if I say I have Iorveth/Roche porn in a vid will you come and download it?? Guess I'll see, heeeeee.

I really should get back to this W2 vid but I’m also building a lot of it in After Effects first and plopping things down in my timeline. Bit time consuming in a different way than my usual process. But it’s good and a fun exercise for me since I always want to vid comics more often... Maybe, maybe, maybe. Other vid ideas might jump my brain queue between now and the summer..

So many WIPs. Too many WIPs.

#vidding #the vidding process #wip wednesday #my vids #my posts #texpost #december posting meme #queuedora #my witcher wips

[ink-n-dragons]

Dragons WIP: Prologue

heyo besties!! this and all chapters i'll post in the future are first drafts of the WIP i've been working on since november 2021! i'm still trying to think of a placeholder title so for now i'll just refer to it as "Dragons WIP." and all chapters and parts of this WIP will be tagged under that too! lemme know if any of you guys wanna be tagged in future updates (no pressure)! <333

taglist: @laughingphoenixleader

(prologue--from Sighwel's POV--under cut)

Amanthi sat across from us, her crossed arms resting tensely on the tabletop. “Walk me through it again. Explain how you’re going to get to the Absolved.”

Scythia—my twin sister—was perched next to me, her fingers tapping her leg with anticipation under the table, her voice shaky, “In four days, we’ll start packing at midnight, finish in an hour, and leave by two o’clock. We’ll leave the shelter through the cellar tunnel and crawl through the fields till we reach the station.”

“Good. Then what?” Amanthi gestured for me to pick up explaining the next part. Scythia looked to me expectantly.

“Then we board the four o’clock train, sit in the back, and get off at the last stop in East Wilten. We find an alleyway when we get there and Scythia stands guard while I wash my hair dye out,” I gestured to my false brown hair, “So it’s back to its normal white color and Scythia will Shift her hair back to its natural blonde. Then we’ll find Brenthy Street and then the Absolved.”

“Brenthew Street,” Amanthi corrected me. “But otherwise, you got everything right. When you get to the Absolved, they’ll put you through a testing. They do this to filter out the Condemned and preserve the purity of Lleu’s servants. Does that make sense?”

“Yes,” Scythia responded. I echoed her answer with a nod. 

Amanthi studied us for a second, then put her hands over ours, trying to offer a little comfort. “You guys will be better than okay when you get there. You won’t have to worry about the tax and you’ll be chosen by Lleu.” She reached into her satchel and pulled out two knives. Both were the length of my forearm and made of a black material. The blade was smaller near the hilt, then grew wider, then slid into a sharp point at the end, in a sort of deadly. leaf-like shape. Amanthi handed one to each of us. “In case anyone tries to stop you.”

I took mine gingerly. Scythia almost dropped hers. Weapons of any kind were rare on Drakaen, usually limited to the possession of the Absolved. It was inevitable that those who were not Absolved would try to use knives like these for their personal gain, while the Absolved would only use them for Lleu’s sake. Amanthi warned us, “Only use them if you have no other choice. Having them before officially being judged as Absolved could ruin your chances.”

“Then why are you giving them to us?” I asked nervously.

She let the question hang in the air for a second before answering. “Drakaen is dangerous for the flightless, and even more so when those flightless are also not yet Absolved. Having them could also save your lives. You can judge this for yourselves, but I think it’s worth the risk.”

“It is,” Scythia said, her voice and her grip around the hilt of her knife stronger now. “C’mon Sighwel. We have to get back before they notice we’re gone.” She pushed her chair away from the table and stood up abruptly. Looking back at Amanthi, we nodded our thanks and left. She waved sadly at us as we walked out the door and into the night. Just four more days. 

#dragons wip #prologue #writeblr #bookie's writing