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itoshiexx · 3 days

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when you call them "husband" - part. 2

how the blue lock boyfriends react when you call them "husband" - part 2

pairings: itoshi rin, michael kaiser, mikage reo x fem!reader (no descriptions tho, just the words "wife" on rin's part) (separate) | warnings: established relationship, fluff, lovesick boys

notes: I'M ALIVE! i cant believe how long it's been since i had time/energy/creativity to write something, ohmy goddddddd. i'm so sorry for all the time it took to post this, but i wanna ty all so much for all the love on part 1 and all the requests for part 2! hopefully this will meet your expectations ♥ as always, i went a lil' overboard with rin's part. enjoy!

part 1 / masterlist

Itoshi Rin

rin was not a fan of social media. it was clear with the way his instagram only had 8 pictures despite being years since his career started, and even more so by the fact he had no other social media besides that. if he wasn’t so famous, people would say itoshi rin was a ghost or some artificial intelligence invention.

it was one of the reasons people were very shocked when he started dating you, an influencer with millions of followers on every platform. rin was a private person, and you… well, you shared your life on the internet for everyone to see. to say you were polar opposites was an understatement.

however, you never forced your boyfriend to appear in any of your socials, only recording things for your own fun and memories and posting only what he allowed. rin was glad for that. he didn’t mind doing dumb things with you to see you smile, as long as the rest of the world couldn’t see how whipped he was for you.

also, you were kind of glad the professional athlete was so unaware of social media, because it meant you could do a lot of tiktok trends without the risk of him already knowing what was coming — which made everything more satisfying.

and the trend you chose that day was especially good.

“hey everyone, it’s y/n here!” you chirped, waving your hands in front of your phone. however, you were actually recording rin, who was at the other side waiting for your sign to appear on the screen.

you continued speaking. “today i have a very special guest, who i’m sure you’re all very familiar with.” you gave the camera a little cheeky wink, and your boyfriend rolled his eyes with all your theatrics. “please welcome itoshi rin, my handsome husband!”

rin gave a step forward to start his way to you, but suddenly, his whole body froze, brows furrowing in what you could only call utmost confusion. silence took over the room for what felt like an eternity, and you had to suppress your laugh seeing the imaginary ‘loading’ wheel on his head.

rin.exe stopped working.

“baby?” you decided to intervene, honestly a little scared of how immobile rin was.

“you— i’m— did you just— did we—”

you could no longer hold your laughter, and rin’s favorite melody echoing through the walls of your shared apartment was probably what snapped him out of his trance. he immediately scowled and crossed his arms, cheeks burning red from his pathetic stutter.

“i am never doing these dumb videos with you again.”

“no, no, i’m sorry!” your giggles kept going, and you approached your pouty boyfriend, squishing his cheeks between your hands. the smooch you gave him was almost enough to make him melt. almost. rin still had some self respect.

he also didn’t want to admit how abnormally fast his stone heart was beating with the mere thought of being referred to as your husband — and, even better, referring to you as his wife.

fuck. that certainly did make him feel lots of things. those stupid butterflies that were born the minute you met were roaming freely in his stomach, soaring with all the love he had harbored just for you.

“i’m sorry, baby,” you said again, smiling like you swallowed the sun and all things good in this world. you might as well have. how else could rin explain the way you were his everything? “it was a prank i saw on tiktok.”

he arched his eyebrow, arms uncrossing to put his hands on your waist. “oh? so you don’t want me to be your husband?”

the itoshi was satisfied to see you flushing this time. “i— w-well, you see…”

and then you started rambling, just like you did every time something made you nervous. and rin could only look at you as if nothing else was worth looking at, because really, to him, it wasn’t.

…well, maybe the sight of you walking down the aisle would get the cake. he might have to find out soon.

Michael Kaiser

once you started dating bastard munchen’s star, michael kaiser, it was natural to have his world collide with yours. everything from football to blue hair dye to weird sleeping habits became a part of you as well, and you nourished every expanse of your world his presence alone was able to give.

your favorite part, besides learning all of him — his little habits, quirks and love languages that seemed to be crafted solely for you — was definitely immersing yourself in his culture. germany always seemed distant and quite detached from your life, and you loved to learn new things from different perspectives.

food, traditions, language… michael loved teaching you things, giddy and secretly grateful for your excitement. it was his sparkly eyes that prompted you to learn a few things by yourself to surprise him and make him happy.

the tiktok trend was just a nice coincidence.

you phone was hidden on the kitchen balcony, camera recording and waiting for the moment your boyfriend would arrive in your shared apartment. luckily, kaiser was very punctual, and you didn’t have to wait much longer.

“liebling, i’m home!” you heard him scream from the front door, and you giggled to yourself, pretending to be busy chopping vegetables for dinner.

you waited for his footsteps to near where you were, and, as soon as you felt he entered the camera frame, you answered:

“welcome home, ehemann!”

you didn’t have to turn around to see the way kaiser completely froze; arms stopping just before reaching your waist as if your figure was an illusion created by his tired mind. you fought hard to suppress your grin.

“what… did you say…?” his voice was low and uncertain, but there was no annoyance in it; just pure confusion.

turning your head around to finally look at him, you were pleased to find your mikka with rosy cheeks and a bashful expression, so extremely unusual for a guy like him you couldn’t help but feel your heart flutter on your chest.

you gave him your best innocent look. “huh? isn’t that how you say boyfriend?”

“i-it’s husband, liebe. you called me husband,” his tone was still incredulous, and this time, you couldn’t keep your smile off your face.

“oh, did i?”

your countenance seemed to finally snap him out of his trance, and michael’s eyebrows shot up, scoffing slightly — albeit still endearingly. his arms circled your waist and he pressed a kiss on the side of your neck.

“how mean of you, baby. playing with my heart like that.” he trailed more kisses on your neck and jaw, making you squirm. “you tryin’ to kill me or something?”

you giggled again, both from the ticklish kisses he was giving you and the huge amount of love you had harbored just for him. “of course not, baby. i need you alive to make you my husband,” you jested.

“oh, yeah? you wanna make me your husband?”

“yes.” you shifted, giving him a sweet kiss on the cheek. kaiser hugged you a little tighter, feeling something fuzzy inside his chest. “is that a problem?”

“never,” he answered immediately. because it was true.

boyfriend, fiancé, partner, husband… michael didn’t mind what title would be bestowed to him — as long as he could keep being yours.

Mikage Reo

being the heir of one of the biggest corporations of the country and a professional football player made your boyfriend’s schedule pretty busy. therefore, thursdays like these, where you and him could have a nice walk around the park under the warm sunlight, hand in hand, were extremely rare — hence why they were so appreciated.

reo knew how much his frenetic agenda was a hard toll on your relationship, affecting both of you with distance, longing and short periods of time together. and, well, everyone knew how much of a goner he was for you, so it wasn’t surprising to see him give in whatever spare time he had in his hands — even going as far as making such time exist if there wasn’t any — to be with you for as long as he possibly could.

how could he deny your pretty little eyes pleading to have a stroll in the park with him ‘just for a few minutes?’

god, you were so selfless. he wanted to give you all of his minutes, hours, days, weeks, months and years. and for all that’s worth, reo would never deny you of such a thing — he’d rather shoot himself than make you think you weren’t loved with every fiber of his being.

the weather was nice; a gentle breeze kissing both of your faces and making everything more pleasant. you were both chatting and appreciating the calm environment when you spotted an old lady a few feet ahead, selling different colored roses for the passersby. a smile was etched onto your lips, and you impulsively let go of reo’s hand to run towards her.

“why hello, dear. would you like to buy a rose?”

your boyfriend watched you beam to the lady and slowly approached you, though still keeping his distance and trying hard not to intervene and buy all the roses for you.

“yes, please! a red one would be perfect.”

“oh, who will you give it to?” asked the woman, already taking one flower from the bunch to hand it to you.

your smile became slightly more bashful, “it’s for my husband!”

and fuck, if reo wasn’t already completely in love with you and thoroughly believed you were his soulmate until then, he certainly would after that very moment. he could feel his cheeks burning and his tongue rolling inside his mouth with how speechless he became. his heart soared with your words, excitement coursing through his veins with a love so overwhelming he nearly fell on his knees right there.

heavens, he loved you so fucking much. and you made him realize it was about time he proved it to you (once again).

his hands easily found his phone in his pocket, and a quick call to the jewelry store was made while you busied yourself with paying for the flower. reo couldn’t stop smiling like a lovesick fool, but he didn’t mind.

“hey, mr. fuji, it’s mikage! you know, i think it’s time for that visit i mentioned a while ago…”

he might not fall to his knees right there, but he would drop at one knee very soon.

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calicoheartz · 3 days

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Caitlin x fem!reader fic based on:

jealousy, jealousy - Olivia Rodrigo 👀

The reader is jealous because Caitlin and her teammates get along really well, and people start shipping CC and Kate Martin. But then people also start claiming that they've seen CC and Kate kiss after a game. Angst and fluff, please?🥹

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Jealousy, Jealousy ; Caitlin Clark

꣑୧ — summary | basically the prompt !

wc ; 889

— warnings | angst (lots of it) mature themes , jealousy , reader is fem!

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a/n : I absolutely love writing fics based on songs! Thank u so much anon 🎀 enjoy besties! ◡̈

The gymnasium buzzed with energy, the familiar sound of basketball shoes squeaking against the polished floor mingling with the cheers of the crowd. Cait, with her fiery determination and lightning-fast moves, commanded the court, effortlessly leading her team to victory. But amidst the celebration, an uneasy feeling gnawed at the back of your mind.

As you watched Caitlin interact with her teammates, laughter flowing freely between them, you couldn't shake the feeling of insecurity creeping into your heart. They seemed so close, so comfortable with each other, and you couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy at the thought of anyone else sharing Caitlin's attention.

Caitlin's easy and close friendship with her teammates grated against your insecurities like sandpaper on skin, not because you didn’t specifically like it, but you felt like there was something more going on. They shared inside jokes, traded playful banter, and seemed to have an unspoken bond that left you feeling like an outsider looking in. You tried to brush off the feeling, to convince yourself that it was just your own jealousy interfering, but the doubt lingered and followed you like a shadow.

Every photo you saw, ever headline you read, only reiterated the intense thoughts harboring in the back of your mind, that you would and will never be enough for Caitlin.

❝ Got a pretty face, a pretty ‘girlfriend’ too

I wanna be you so bad, and I don't even know you ❞

As the whispers grew louder, fueled by the relentless speculation of the media, your anxiety reached a breaking point. People started shipping Caitlin with Kate Martin, her fellow star player, and the rumors only escalated from there. It seemed like every headline painted a picture of their supposed romance, their chemistry on and off the court sparking a wildfire of speculation.

You tried to ignore it, to bury your doubts beneath a facade of indifference, but the cracks were starting to show. And then came the final blow – whispers of a kiss shared between Caitlin and Kate after a game, a betrayal etched in the shadows of the locker room.

The news hit you like a sucker punch to the gut, stealing the breath from your lungs and leaving you reeling in its wake. You wanted to believe that it was all a misunderstanding, that there was a logical explanation for what people claimed to have seen, but the doubt festered like an open wound.

Confrontation became inevitable, a storm gathering on the horizon with no hope of reprieve. You found Caitlin in the locker room, her laughter ringing hollow in your ears as you approached, the weight of your words heavy on your tongue.

"What's wrong?" she asked, concern etched into every line of her face.

You tried to speak, to voice the turmoil raging inside you, but the words caught in your throat like shards of glass. Caitlin's brow furrowed in confusion, her gaze searching yours for answers you couldn't bring yourself to give.

And then it all spilled out in a torrent of emotion, your fears and insecurities pouring forth like a flood. You accused her of betrayal, of choosing her teammates over you, of breaking your trust in the cruelest of ways. The words hung in the air, a bitter taste lingering on your tongue as you waited for her response.

Caitlin's expression shifted from confusion to shock, her eyes widening in disbelief as the weight of your accusations settled between you like a chasm too vast to bridge. For a moment, there was only silence, the air thick with tension as you both grappled with the wreckage of your relationship.

And then she spoke, her voice barely a whisper against the roar of your emotions. She denied the rumors, swore on everything she held dear that there was nothing between her and Kate, that she would never betray your trust in such a way.

But the damage was done, the fracture in your relationship too deep to repair with mere words. You turned away, the weight of your doubts heavy on your shoulders as you walked away from the wreckage of what once was, the echoes of Caitlin's voice fading into the distance like a distant memory of love lost.

She chases after you, grabbing ahold of your arm before quickly saying, "Hey, look at me," she said, her voice soft but firm. "Those rumors, they're just that – rumors. Kate and I are just friends, nothing more. And as for what people claim to have seen... it's all lies, I swear."

You searched her eyes, seeking the truth in their depths, and found nothing but sincerity staring back at you. A weight lifted from your shoulders, the knot of tension in your chest slowly unraveling as you allowed yourself to believe her.

Your eyes glued to the floor as you try to resonate with her, to try and find it in you to move past these allegations, to allow yourself to freely love your girlfriend with the pressures from the media or society seemingly trying to tear you apart.

Your eyes glaze as you mumble out a simple, “thank you, for that- I believe you.”, after hearing this, the brunette wrapped her strong arms around you, intertwining her hands with yours as you exit the arena, making sure to prioritize communication in the future.

i feel like it’s been forever since I’ve written angst so this was very much needed !! tysm for reading 💌

#wlw #wcbb #wlw imagine #wcbb x reader #my hcs #headcannons #caitlin clark #caitlin clark x reader #caitmylove #indiana #indiana fever #wnba basketball #wnba #iowa women’s basketball #iowa hawkeyes #iowa wbb #kate martin #angst with a happy ending #angst

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athina-blaine · 3 days

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kb/ms is truly transcendental yaoi, spectacular, amazing, 10/10, no notes ... from the perspective of a mithrun enjoyer

as a kabru enjoyer, however...

I'll start off by saying that of course Kabru doesn't want or need a romantic relationship to be fulfilled, especially not with a white man, none of them do, it's all non-canon, Dungeon Meshi isn't about romance or shipping, yes yes yes, but none of us are here for that right now!! We're here to fruitlessly argue why my blorbos kissing makes more sense than your blorbos kissing!! You know it, I know it, none of us are free of cringe!! Clown on clown violence!!

That being said ... 🤡

I just don't see what Kabru gets out of kb/ms. With Mithrun, it makes sense; Kabru has a huge impact on him and ultimately helps him reaffirm his will to live. That's very exquisite drama and excellent character writing. But with Kabru, I just don't feel that Mithrun's character interacts with his personal flaws and would instigate his growth anywhere close to the same degree. I have to imagine most fics involving them focus more on Mithrun's baggage and how Kabru helps him heal from that ... because that's mostly all that happens between them in the main story, lol!

And like, that makes sense, because ultimately chapters 61-62 aren't about Kabru and Mithrun; they're about Kabru working through his conflicted feelings in helping Laios conquer the dungeon. I think it's ironic seeing people complain about kb/ms having Kabru be Mithrun's accessory when, if anything, Mithrun's main narrative purpose, outside of illustrating the danger of the Winged Lion, is to serve as Kabru's obstacle. I'd even argue Mithrun represents Kabru's personal bad ending; Mithrun wants him to kill Laios and surrender the dungeon to the canaries, preventing the short-lived races from ever understanding how dungeons function and returning to the status quo that had gotten Utaya destroyed. It's only when Laios practically forces Kabru, straight up puts his thumbs to the screws, to work past his reticence and be emotionally vulnerable that Kabru finally puts himself on the right path to achieve his goals (it's, uh, still a bit of a bumpy ride, but they get there in the end, lol!). If he'd been this way with Laios from the beginning, he might have understood Laios' intentions from the start and saved himself a lot of pain, but it's only because of Laios' influence that Kabru is able to grow as a character and get his happy ending.

(And even if one were a Mithrun enjoyer, ultimately the main source of Mithrun's life affirmation comes from the canaries. In that final scene, Kabru gets the ball rolling because he's outside of the canary hierarchy, but the scene ends with Mithrun being embraced by the canaries and as far as I'm aware the two don't interact with or reference each other post canon at all. Hell, it's Senshi who really drives the point home. Not that it matters when we're all wearing shipping goggles here, but it felt remiss not to mention it.)

At most, I can see how taking care of Mithrun would force Kabru to reexamine how poorly he takes care of his own body and that could make for some good drama. But even then, that change is ultimately instigated by Laios' influence on him, an extension of how Kabru wants to understand how Laios can see the value in monsters in an attempt to better understand his own trauma. If a person were to get into Dungeon Meshi specifically for Kabru and wanted to ship him with someone in a way that's most interesting for him, I'd be hard-pressed to argue there's a better choice than Laios (although who'd be cringe enough to do something like that haha right guys ... [sweating])

(Side note, though, I really don't vibe with the argument that kb/ms "reduces Kabru to a caretaker role" and that's why it's bad. There's plenty of instances where Kabru shoulders his friends' burdens (helps Kuro learn common tongue, listens to Daya's fiance about his relationship troubles, etc) and, more importantly, is seemingly happy to do so. I think Kabru genuinely enjoys looking after his friends and in the story seems to find plenty of personal satisfaction getting Mithrun to eat. I understand it has the potential to be more troubling considering Kabru is a brown man and Mithrun is a white man, but idk, it just feels on the same level as people trying to discount labru by saying Laios wouldn't take enough of an interest in people to want to start a romantic relationship, when his whole thing is that he does want to connect with people and just feels like he can't. It's not a bone I feel like picking, haha)

I honesty don't mind characters being "mischaracterized" in fandom or fic even to a large degree, I know it bugs a lot of people but I respect that ultimately fandom is little more than picking up the vague outline of a doll and playing with it and mashing their faces together. Besides, if I'm really worked up about it I can just write a fic and set the record straight myself, haha. This post is merely inspired by the supremely annoying subsection of twitter that acts like labru is the ship where it's just two dudes sitting in a room together. I'm just saying, Kabru ends the series whispering into the ear of another man as his day job and it's not Mithrun lmao

#dungeon meshi #dunmesh spoilers #labru #fandom wank #wank wanky fandom wank #thought you'd cringed at the last of me didn't you #sorry im a hater lmao #idk yall remember my opening note in 'nourish'#where i talked about how sometimes ships are your blorbo and the character they're closest to in canon #that was me throwing shade haha #stone-shaped shade in my delicate glass house #but shade nonetheless lmao #can't relate to people who are like 'nooooo don't fight about ships you guysss' like NO i wanna fight actually i think it's funny #kabru DOES only have one hand actually and the other one's holding the castle itinerary 😤#but only through absurd shitposts or overly long essays on your own blog like you still need to follow etiquette #people who send hate are losers who can't write or draw to cope #meanwhile i ship and write fics like it's a competitive sport i can win lol

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thisismeracing · 1 day

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Falling (in love) | LH44 (Patreon Exclusive)

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― Pairing: stepdad!lewis x kindergarten teacher!reader (she/her) ― Warning: mentions food and sickness (fever); single!mom reader; family issues; not been proofread yet; 3k words. ― Summary: When your kid found a new friend in his new school, you did not expect that would mean you would find yourself friends too. And sure enough, you weren't expecting to fall for his friend's uncle.

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A lot of things were unexpected that day.

First, the fact that Lewis was late to pick up his niece, but when he got there she wasn’t throwing a tantrum, quite the opposite. When she saw him she saw him, she came running through the school’s entrance with the biggest smile on her face when just earlier that week she made a fuss to go to class every morning – before and after getting there.

The second was the smallest boy who was right behind her. His backpack swung from side to side, while Wendy ran up front turning every few seconds to giggle at him.

And just when Lewis thought those were the only two unexcepted things, you walked out of the door carrying a few books in your hands and a big bag on your shoulder, calling for Wendy and the smallest boy.

“Uncle Lew!!!” His niece screamed before barreling into his legs and hugging him. He chuckled, bending down to kiss her mop of curls. “Have you met Leo?”

“I don’t think so,” he shook his head just as the boy finally reached them.

The kid’s version of a black Jordan and the styled curly hair made Lewis smile, that boy appeared to be around five but was already starring a fashion sense that a few older people hadn’t.

“Leo, you’ll give me a heart attack one of these days. You can’t go out running like this, honey,” your voice carried a serious but sweet tone simultaneously.

Lewis’ eyes found you standing a few feet away, curly hair clipped away from your face by a few strands, a pencil skirt, and a cream blouse. The folder and books in your arms gave him a hint of what you were doing there, and his silent guess turned out to be true when Wendy turned with a toothless grin and introduced you: “This is Miss Yn, our new teacher!” She took a step to stand beside you looking up with a beaming face that reflected yours. “And this is Leonard, her son, my new classmate. They’re new here, can we introduce the city to them like we did with Jackie and Uncle Toto? Also, can we have playdates later? Can we go to the park? Can we–”

****

“Mamma, I don’t wanna eat,” Leo held his hands behind his back giving you his best puppy eyes and you chuckled.

“How about you try a few bites and then go play with Dee, huh?”

“Yeah, champ, you gotta make your body strong so you can run as fast as you can,” Lewis tried, already cutting a sandwich in half for Wendy. “Have you ever tried vegan sandwiches?” He asked and Leo shook his head.

“I don’t like lettuce, mamma does though,” he shared, pointing his small finger at you.

“What do you mean you don’t like lettuce? Lettuce is exactly what makes us run even faster, it gives us tons of energy!”

“It does?” the curly-haired boy asked, hands now on the side of his body and curious eyes watching the food in Lewis’ hands.

“Yeah, I eat it all the time so I can drive my car in endless circles.”

You smiled watching the interaction.

“How about you have a bite? You don’t have to eat it all, just a bite. But I bet you will want to finish it. This one has so many things that make us bigger and stronger.”

“Strong like you?” his big brown eyes now looking at Lewis’ biceps, and you chuckled at your kid's face when the driver curled his arms and flexed his muscles.

“Yeah, strong just like me!”

****

“They truly made a bond in a short time, huh?” You commented.

“Guess we’ll be seeing each other a lot more often,” Lewis bumped your shoulder with his and you smiled. You wouldn’t lie that the prospect of interacting with him more than you did the last week wasn’t a bad thing at all.

“I’m not opposed to that.”

“Neither am I.”

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nuncscioquidsitamor-13 · 1 day

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⋆˙⟡♡ (summary): this post but with a reader cuz self insert slay.

⋆˙⟡♡ (warnings): angstish, mentions of abuse, child neglect

⋆˙⟡♡ (notes): this was not a request but I wanted to write it. Short writing my lovey dovey.

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You almost cried with relief when the diner came into view. It was evening, the sun dipping low beneath the horizon; purples and pinks and blues bleeding into the delicate sky.

Walking inside quickly, and sitting down at one of the booths in the back as to not draw attention to yourself. You had no money, no place to go, nothing except the clothes on your back.

It was a surprise when you felt something hit your head. You turned around, ready to tell off whatever child decided to bother you when you stalled surprised to see two kids the same age as you.

"My name's Leo and this is Piper." The boy said, a grin spread across his face, "You hungry?"

As much as you would have declined, your stomach rumbled loudly and obnoxiously. The girl, Piper, sent you a look that made you almost compelled to follow her.

You and Leo sat at the bar, close to the exit, while Piper ordered. He was cute, with curly hair and brown eyes filled with mischief.

"So, what's your story?" He asked, hands fiddling with screws and other various tools. He wasn't even looking at you, but you felt like he was listening intently.

"I ran away from home." You said, curtly, right as Piper returned with the drinks. She gave you an understanding look, apparently your words had caught her ears.

"Me too." Piper said, passing you a milkshake. You tried to prevent the look of gratefulness, the tears dotting the corners of your eyes but it was hard. Why did this random girl care enough to get you a milkshake? Why did she care more than your parents did?

"Drink up." Leo said, noticeably not mentioning his own story. You said nothing, having learned to mind your business long ago.

As you three drank your milkshakes (and ate fries Piper also got for you guys), you talked about anything and everything. Piper had a famous dad and Leo was crazily good at mechanics. You all only had one parent (weird coincidence) and all ran away. It felt almost like this trio was meant to be.

"Okay, so, I don't have any money so we gotta run." Leo said, while Piper agreed. You sneakily grabbed a fistful of fries as you all rushed out of the store.

"Oh my gosh." You giggled, clutching your side as you all plopped down in an alleyway, "That was ridiculous."

"You think that was ridiculous? You brought fries with you." Piper snorted, leaning against Leo like they'd known each other their entire lives. It felt like that though, you could give these people your whole heart and you trust they'd keep it safe. (Is this what having soulmates feel like?)

"They're to go. Duh," You replied, exaggeratedly rolling your eyes. Leo and Piper laughed, making you join in. It was quite a sight to see, three young teens cackling like hyenas in an alleyway during the night.

"Oh shit, we should get going. Its getting late." Leo said, standing up and brushing off his pants. Then he helped you and Piper up.

"Wanna stay together?" You asked, almost shyly. Was that a lot to ask? To run away together with people you only just met.

Your doubts vanished when Leo grinned and Piper grabbed your hand.

"Together."

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scintillyyy · 9 hours

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as we all know i LOVE rite of passage (detective comics #618-#621) and to the father i never knew (batman #480). i have analyzed them so much & i will continue to analyze them so much more in the future. they are so, so dear to me. i look at them with heart eyes.

at the same time, i blame them for fanon drakes.

because listen--the concepts that fanon drakes largely came out of are from these particular potrayals of them & particular panels from them--rite of passage is famous for the postcard letter, which fandom warped to mean they don't call tim (along with the drakes as selfish ceos) and the way thay they're portrayed as ostentatiously wealthy with the million dollar jet (leading to tim & the idea that he grew up ostentatiously weathly in the vein of bruce wayne wealth with his empty mansion and completely unaware what a banana costs or what normal people are like). the idea that they had tim as a business baby does have roots in jack saying that tim is going to take over the company one day (and tim not wanting to take over the company one day) in the father i never knew. now fanon has warped & exaggerated these traits immersely, but the initial concepts honestly stem mainly from alan grant's work on them (because it's the only time we see them *so* ostentatiously wealthy, on everyone else/the vast majority of the time they drakes are upper class but also jack and dana make tim do chores and he has normal sized rooms and boarding schools).

and i just wanna talk a little bit about how and why those traits came to be under him & why they ended up working in interesting ways in canon but end up falling flat in fanon. because those traits were put there for very specific reasons & when you lose or alter the context of them, it takes away what's interesting about them existing to begin with.

because let's give the main context for them: the drakes were this way under alan grant. and when alan grant is writing, alan grant is gonna put his agenda in there. and i say that in an entirely neutral way. and in the 80s, alan grant was an anarchist--notably creating the character of lonnie machin aka anarky. which brings us to our second main context: though he was never even a contender for it, alan grant had created lonnie with the thought that he could maybe make lonnie the third robin (unbeknownst to grant, wolfman and o'neil had already decided on and were creating tim drake specifically for the role--there were no other real contenders at the time).

so when you read through grant's issues on batman and on how he wrote the drakes you do have to take into consideration the following: that grant had a statement to make & thay he had a clear interest in foiling the robin that was created with that of the one he tried to. he wanted to explore a story of capitalistic greed and exploitation and its negatives. so when he writes the drakes as greedy, as ostentatious, as bitter people who argue over a beleaguered secretary's head in rite of passage it's because he has to *set the stage for how this greed will lead to their downfall*. and it does! it gets them kidnapped, it gets their secretary killed. it is a *lesson*, cautioning against greed--does he not have them also lament while they were kidnapped thay had they known what life had coming, they would have chosen to not waste any of the good things (their son)-- the things that *really* matter, not their greed or that which came of it. it is why that as they're reaping the consequences of their greed, tim is simultaneously in his own battle with anarky--so that he can be foiled against him, and making tim's parents stand for everything anarky fights against is *part of tim's foiling against lonnie*, part of his ideological fight with him--as tim is winning, his parents are losing. as tim walks away from lonnie, proud to be able to tell bruce that he tracked him down all by himself, proud to have won, tim is about to receive the worst news--that bruce was unable to save his mom and his dad is comatose, who paid the ultimate price for their greed. the exaggerated awful traits of the drakes work here *because* it fits into the bigger story as a whole--they need to be that awful to make a statement on how capitalism and greed kills and ruins you. and even then grant is not without sympathy for this--tim, as the person who loses so much as a result of everything, is treated very sympathetically despite being a foil for lonnie. tim may have won the battle against lonnie, but he lost so much more. even jack and janet are allowed their moment of realization that they made the wrong decisions before being punished for them. it works to service the inherent political statements embedded within. the exaggerated awful traits work as social commentary.

even in to the father i never knew, the themes of greed & what greed will cost are there (though there are also lots of other delicious themes as well). in here, tim and his lack of greed is played against the greed of his father and phil marin--his father wants him to take over the company, but tim wants to take care of the city--and meanwhile jack's company is being embezzled from by a man he trusts who *tim* ultimately stops. jack's greed and refusal to know his son almost loses him everything and he is unaware of it all. tim knows everything but can't tell him anything. again, jack's exaggerated awful traits work here as *social commentary*.

and when you take away this social commentary aspect of their traits when you exaggerate them and just make them awful to tim, you do start to lose what made these traits *work* in the comics. because then you just get awful for the sake of being awful. irredeemable with no remorse. a rich kid needing to be saved by a rich man. you lose the meat of what their exaggerated negative traits wete supposed to stand for when you lose the interplay of class and social commentary.

#i have. SO many thoughts about how grant wrote the drakes in comparison to literally everyone else #and him making them snootier and more ostentatious worked in the greater context of the story #regarding how greed will lose you everything #which is why (and this is important) they regretted their choices #and that's what the fanon of just making them awful tends to miss--the commentary of Why they were like that #and how their own greed led to their undoing not anything they did to tim

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unfogged · 8 months

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i know we're all older and more tired and have more responsibilities but i miss when we were all younger and had the time and energy to write with all our mutuals. like talking about characters is great and all but i miss heavily writing with people.

#like even i can't keep up with my past self #and i hate it #i want to write with you all #like i only wanna follow people i write with #but i don't write with so many of you guys #for whatever reason (mostly time and energy)#and i just miss the good ole days #i remember being able to do and easily keep up with 50 things on the daily #OOC ⤷ ALLISON'S BULLSHIT.

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xhanisai · 11 months

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I do kind of feel a bit spoilt with how the fandom pre-pandemic would share my work easily (fics getting hundreds and even thousands of notes on tumblr and on AO3 immediately and arts getting thousands of notes too). Back then, my work was so eUGH compared to the work I create now which is so much more polished and well thought out.

And now? It’s such a struggle for my art to reach even a hundred notes on this app alone and my fics take a long time to accumulate some attention on ao3. At first I thought it was because my creations have gotten WORSE lol but then I realised it’s been happening to all my friends too online.

Kinda sad tbh.

#delete later #i know that X amount of likes or notes on work doesn't necessarily mean that it's great quality #but i like seeing and knowing that people out there on the internet are enjoying what i put out #and i want more people to see what i can do if that makes sense?#my mentality is a little fucked right now because in the past i created mainly for me and i enjoyed what i did to an extent #but now i'm at that stupid stage where i hate everything i draw and get bored of my own writing and i don't like that #so validation online sort of helps with that mentality to go away #i can't keep up with internet art trends to get the attention on my work that i want that is not a realistic and healthy way of life #and i refuse to touch any salt or negativity in the ml fandom just to get the hivemind to find my work #my most popular work on ao3 is only popular because of lila karma and that makes me so mad because i write 100000x better than that LMAO #but people just wanna see a 14 yr old italian nightmare girl get expelled from school over and over again and i'm just tired af of it #as for art with twitter it's a bit of a russian roulette #you don't know what will be a banger and what won't unless you pay special attention or have a decent following or are always grinding #i don't think my art is for tumblr #i do appreciate the few people who always love and reblog it but i've always known from the start that my art isn't what would be popular #on this hellsite #oh well it is what it is #also don't worry i'm never gonna stop drawing nor am i ever gonna stop writing those two are literally my only outlets of my life #and the only way i can get emotions and feelings out of my body without exploding #and i am still madly in love with ML and will always be obsessed with it #i just miss how the prepandemic fandom would interact with my work and let me know what they thought and all the asks they sent about the #aus i created #it was a good period on this hellsite for me

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fearcicada · 1 year

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I wish there were more tma agere fics that weren't just the archives polycule 😭 or even ones that just didn't include Martin in them PLEAAASEE

#only 15/94 of the agere fics on ao3 DONT have martin in them. HELPPPP #manifesting gerry agere fics rn 🔮🔮✨🪄🧙‍♂️🧙‍♂️🪄✨✨🔮#im not strong enough to write them myself i just need them to appear ...#HELP MEE!!! theres so much agere potential for characters that ARENT the archives polycule #i know they're the main characters and thus theres gonna automatically be more fics of jut them but 😒😭😑😑#but like help me #give me gerry coping with his messed up childhood by regressing 🙏🙏🙏 NOW!!#i don't think he'd regress to like a baby but i think he'd so like being like a kid/young teen #i think he'd be very lowkey with it though.#I DON'T wanna go more into detail though because im embarrassed 😭 < person who is embarrassed #words #tma #lord stopping myself from tagging every single character i mention bc i just remembered that like tags are something some people use #< realization made by person who forgot some people actually look at Tumblr tags.#like you're telling me you just go down like. a character tag? like........just for funsies? just consuming all the content under it #CANNOT!!! do that i need a cursted following of only the content made by peopel who's opinions i trust and like #but i want to be organized.#**CURATED #tma agere #gerry keay #gerard keay #the magnus archives

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mxgnolium · 2 months

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#ooc #((I'm soooo funny the way I wanna rp black butler shit but the only muses that call to me are fckin redmond and vincent like literally WHO #who are these people and how would they interact with anyone #and there's so few kuro rpers to experiment with in the first place..........#sorry I keep following you guys with my silly oc it's all I got for now #maybe I should just try writing ciel that'd probably be easier than those other two failboys

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rogersstevie · 1 year

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i absolutely get where that “all your fave fics were written by middle aged women” post is coming from wrt how women are treated in fandom as they age but like having followed a lot of the writers i was reading stories by back in the day ik for a fact that at the time most of my faves were written by ppl who were like 25 - 35 at the time lmao

#especially bc maybe not the original post but some of the comments were talking about older fandoms #and a lot of the things i like came into being in the last decade or so #also i do think people are in the habit of assuming only women write fanfiction which is not true #it might be MORE women than not who knows the demographics but like #idk i'm not assuming anything any which way about the things i read now bc most of the ones i used to follow #left fandom or got annoying to me #and now i find it's usually a mistake if i look at something on an author's blog or other account #like i was enjoying this one person's fics and they linked their youtube page and i saw the stupidest take for a video title #and i was like WELL YOU RUINED IT NOW #so it's best to just now know anything about these people for me #like god so many of the popular 1d writers back in like 2013 really got all high and mighty later on #so yeah idt i follow a single author i'm subscribed to on ao3 i just don't wanna see shitty opinions and ruin it #ANYWAY point is like yeah i get it but i think you could just say your faves are more likely to be written by adults #and even so like. y'all think teenagers can't do anything well which is weird and wrong but whatever

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idiaa-shroxd · 1 year

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HEY HELLO I LOVE YOUR WRITING SM I'M SO JELOUS MARRY ME???/j

awww thank you so so much!! 💗💞 I absolutely would marry you (*´∀｀*) i hope you don’t mind but i checked out your blog aesthetic is literally so pretty?? i’m very jealous of people who know how to make a pretty profile!!! i adore the color it’s so pleasing to the eyes!! i also checked your writing and it’s very nice!! it’s easy to read and understand and i also respect the first post being one about deuce! <3

i also really love the genshin emotes, makes me happy to see another fan ehe so here’s one in response, as faruzan’s got to basically be my main besides wanderer because i adore her so much?? play style is absolutely fun despite only being c4 i crowned her. my wanderer is like triple crowned and has cons with a BIS but I still love faruzan so much—. she’s literally so cute!! (´・ω・)

#questions of styx.#i also promise im working on reqs i just am busy!! ( ^ω^ ) but i hope to get one out by the end of the week!!#also thank you for about 200 followers!!#the tags will have nothing to do with writing or the ask anymore i just need to hyperfixate my mind for a minute!!#i ended up getting transfixed on hq again especially hq-bu but realized that the person i used to read from has sadly stopped translating :(#so naturally i did what any normal person did and looked up the raws and translated myself and wow that is a LOT of work just for me to read #im not too good at translating with the redrawing or fonts but i still tried hard?? despite likely not posting them because im not sure if #people still want to read hq-bu on tumblr but at least i can reread my hyperfixation whenever now aaa #i also started a bows only playthrough and proud to say i have no standard character 50/50 beside tighnari!! hoping that won’t change #i have high pity on weapon banner with yoimiya’ bow being my aim but im so scared im at 62 pity and might end up getting yae’s on bow only #i have r3 rust so do i risk it or do I got for the tp for that crit damage because i don’t wanna artifact farm my precious fragile resin #but then again i could get rust cons and go for r5 if i fail tp and just start saving for hopefully childes next rerun to get him and ps #sorry for treating the tags like a personal diary but my thoughts need to be explained somewhere (｀・ω・´) my ganyu manages to hit 30k #with melt though at lvl80 with 20/200 crit ratio which sounds bad but 20 passive + 15 resonance makes it 55 + food buff makes about 60-70 #so it works out for now since i only just hit ar45 and need to artifact farm a lot for her and wt is through strongbox luck and i have only #done yois domain which is surprisingly easier now that I have ganyu

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punkslovepoints · 2 years

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in the back of your girlfriend's car- Part 4/6 Pairing: Steddie (Stranger Things)

The day after Steve got back from New York, he showed up at Eddie’s trailer with a small bouquet of flowers. Eddie laughed in his face and called him a sap, but let him in anyway. Steve pushed the flowers into Eddie’s chest leading him backwards towards the bedroom.

Steve's lips were on Eddie's the moment they stepped through the bedroom door, his hands exploring Eddie's body over his clothes, reaching up under his t-shirt to feel the skin below. The flowers discarded on Eddie's nightstand, he pushed Eddie onto the bed, straddling him, pushing him into the mattress with deep and passionate kisses. Eddie moaned into him, feeling his mind slip into Steve Steve Steve. No. Wait.

He pushed Steve back by his shoulders, God, he looked good. Lips glistening, hair already disheveled, pupils blown wide. This won't take a minute.

"We need to check in," was the way Eddie chose to phrase it, we need to talk seeming way too formal for whatever this was. He rolled out from under him, standing up in the middle of the room.

"C'mon man," Eddie rubbed his face in his hands, "I need a little clarity here. Throw me something so I don't go literally insane."

Steve had lay back on the bed, propping himself up by his arms. He looking fucking delicious and it was so unfair. He ran a hand through his hair, "What do you want to know?" Eddie faltered.

"How was the trip to New York?"

"That's really what you want to know? Fine. New York is great. We had a good drive there, we listened to some music, turns out I know every word to Girls Just Wanna Have Fun, who knew?" Steve was teasing him, he didn't like that.

"So Nancy knows about us," Eddie pointed his finger between the two of them, "About this"

"Yes."

"And she is okay with it?'

"Yes."

"You two are still together?"

"Yes."

"Right." Eddie thought for a moment.

"Do you have any more questions, or can I please have your hands on my body now?"

After the Upside Down, Steve chose Nancy, chose normalcy and a return to the easy life. Meanwhile Eddie is trying anything just to feel alive.

Then Steve suggests something that may change everything

Eddie Munson keeps on finding himself in the backseat of Nancy Wheeler's car.

A fic about trauma, loving multiple people in multiple ways at once, chasing highs, lord of the rings, rocky horror, new york and making out in cars.

[read chapter 4/6 on AO3]

#steddie #steddie fanfiction #steddie fic #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #steve harrington #eddie munson #apparently i write fic now #this is a fic about healing from trauma and finding the people who are right for you #it's also about all the different kinds of love that are out there #fanfiction #it feels kinda weird posting this on my regular tumblr #but i can;t be dealing with sideblogs and it's not like i'm posting smut or anything #so uh sorry to anyone who follows me who doesn;t wanna see this #genuinely #there's only two more chapters

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fruutbaag · 10 months

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i need to draw more prsk stuff so i can lure people in and then hit them with my niche au

#if only i would FREAKING DRAW 😭#literally NOBODY and i mean NOBODY (that i know of.) HAS MADE A PROJECT SEKAI DANNY PHANTOM AU #I HAVE DOODLES. I HAVE WRITING DRAFTS. NEITHER ARE POST WORTHY YET AND IM SUFFERING #i Hope there are people who even Like both things out there. surely there are #i hope when i (eventually...) post my stuff Someone out there will enjoy it #anyways goddamn id be tempted to post the doodles i have but. im so self conscious of my sketch style #eventually. eventually ill have something i can post. hopefully soon bc im so autistic about this rn #i made a card edit but i dont want that to be my First post of the au lol #i wanna make a sideblog but 1 i dont think anyone would follow it 2 idk if id have enough Stuff to post and 3 ik id abandon it eventually..#anyways. monthly ramble over for now. im gonna get some food lie down and Maybe draw something post worthy if i have the art juice

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m1d-45 · 1 year

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hello, I'm sorry I haven't been sending as much asks. I too feel like I fried my brain a little on sunday and if I don't have like new things to comment/write ask about then I don't rlly ask?

idk I want to bring new things into the table so if I don't have any I tend to stay quiet.

midas my love/p your most recent post? chefs kiss. I'm in love by how well you portray each character, especially wanderer since he's one of my favs (lvl 90 and widthsith r5/hes my baby)(xiao and kazuha too, anemo men my beloved)

I'm interested in this Diluc fic you have upcoming, I might wait a bit when it's published until I feel like I can handle the angst. my school has been kicking my ass

teddy darling/p I would love cheesecake, I haven't rlly tried it before but I'm sure yours will be great. also how do you not get scared by analog horror I'm in shock, I have to agree that what midas wrote on alternate! Xiao and zhongli made my palms sweaty and heart race, you both truly have a way with words

I am going to continue studying for precalc rn, but I have some ideas for little writings/art that I might send in later. I'm considering making a blog but idk if I'm comfortable with it.

- 🍄 (why does this feel like I'm in another land sending a letter to my spouses, I hope you have a great day teddy and midas)

[gazing wistfully out the window] when will mushroom return from the war…

off the bat don’t feel obligated to send asks, we’re just guys being pals and it’s ok if you’re silent for a while

second thank you, from one wanderer enjoyer to another (mines at 80/80 bc i need anemo rocks :( ) i’m glad you found his voicelines enjoyable. he speaks very particularly so i was worried i’d get it wrong-

(can’t believe i forgot but anemo men my beloved as well, i’ve been meaning to do lines for xiao)

good luck with your precal, i’ve never done it but shit looks hard. hope you make it out alive /hj

#m1d : [chats]#🍄 anon #crazy how when this blog started i told myself it would be strictly writing #and now i’m platonic dating two of my anons #just three people on the internet who barely know each other outside of shared interests. going to cheesecake factory and holding hands.#and i’m once again reminded ppl read my tags oh god oh fuck-#mushroom if you’re reading this i need idea for a 1k follower event please #or any other anon. or just some random person. pls i wanna celebrate but HOW #considering doing a thing where ppl send in their teams n i talk abt how they’d interact #but i saw another blog do something similar so now that feels like cheating #AAAAA #no creativity for important things only cope-writing with pretty boys #also idk where to put this but: you and teddy make blogs so we can have a gc and talk abt analog horror #and/or persona 5 that sounded interesting earlier #< /hj on that idea. it would be fun but i understand internet scary /srs #anyway. enough of me. bye ✌️#oh wait and thanks for the compliment btw :) the thing with alternate!xiao didn’t age well for me (aka i went to bed and reread it in the #morning) but i’m glad you liked it :))

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verypup · 2 years

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some of the most significant writing tips ive picked up over the years (bc i have a lot of friends who write & i dabble in writing myself occasionally) which i wanted to share bc someone may not have heard of some of these and theyve saved my ass numerous times so. hopefully they save your ass too lmao

) copy + paste your rambles to a friend about your story into the doc and consider it a very rough first draft or an outline. (or alternatively, write directly into the doc as if you would write to a friend.) you can edit "this happened and then character A was all like tf and character B was like (meme image)", but you cant edit a blank page! and some people find it more fun to write informally anyway. in my experience, this can also help the finished result feel more lively, because sometimes you keep in the jokes that otherwise wouldn't've been there.

) if you get stuck on a certain scene, or phrase, or anything like that, just skip it. write down [car scene here] or [she packs her suitcase here] or something like that and just keep going. you can always come back to it later; you don't have to write 100% chronologically. better to just keep writing while you have motivation!

) google docs has a voice to text option. it's janky as hell, but i recommend using it if you can - sometimes words come more easily out loud than over text, and like i said, you can edit janky writing, but you cant edit a blank page. this also helps you hear the flow of your words!

) INCLUDE FUN CHARACTER ANTICS IF YOU WANT TO. fuck the whole "delete anything that doesn't serve the plot" thing, it's bullshit. it doesn't have to be chapters upon chapters of goofing off, but including snippets of the shenanigans you think of helps the audience get more attached to your characters (or, in the case of fanfic, the audience is ALREADY attached to the characters like you are and WANTS to see antics like you do). and if your story is overall dark, including a few light moments helps it not be too upsetting to read about, and it makes the upsetting things hit harder. trust me, you can be self-indulgent, your audience will like it.

) if you wanna write a particularly heavy or embarrassing scene (e.g. violence or smut), but feels intimidating, don't directly mention what's happening. for example, when writing gore, don't use words like "guts/organs" or "blood". not only is it a good writing exercise to limit yourself, AND makes it less scary to write hard topics indirectly, but it also helps it come across as more emotional.

good luck with your writing!

#dont follow me if you want a lot of writing content i only make occasional writing posts lmao #i mostly post memes and fandom content #but if u wanna talk to me about writing stuff feel free to send me an ask or whatever #i like talking to people #keep in mind i only write for fun and i personally do mostly emotion-based pieces rather than plot-heavy content?#so take my advice with a grain of salt - its just stuff that has worked for me and that i've heard works for others!#hopefully this helps someone tho :3 #writeblr #writers block #writing #writers on tumblr #writing tips #writing advice #long post #gore mention #blood mention #smut mention

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