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elordislut · 3 months

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Willow "Kinney" Rivers

I had to run.

Fleeing from Duke University was never in my mother's plans for me, but I had run out of options. I had no other choice than to break her trust. North Carolina had nothing left for me. In fact, it never had anything for my soul. I craved more. No - I needed more.

The University of Oxford was meant to be a fresh start for me as I began my Junior year. I had dreamt of Oxford for as long as I could remember, clipping out news articles that fled the US regarding England's renowned college and plastering them in my 'dreams' notebook. I had left all of my secrets behind me in the states, and this was my chance to recreate myself and become the person I was always meant to be.

However, my new roommate had other plans.

Jacob Elordi

I couldn't help myself. The moment I saw the brunette plastered on my friend's sofa, I knew she was mine. There was nothing that would stop me from taking her. Even Willow herself couldn't stop me. I needed her more than breathing, my infatuation morphing into obsession the longer she remained clueless to my presence.

I had made a promise to myself the mere second I caught a glimpse of her soft, innocent face. I would break her, rearrange her pieces, and make her need me more than she ever dreamt possible.

She will be mine no matter how long the chase is.

She will bow to me.

Even if I have to take matters into my own hands and get them bloody.

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> Hello everyone! I was filtering through Jacob Elordi fanfiction on AO3 and Wattpad with no luck of anything I found interesting enough with proper witting. I decided to take matters into my own hands and write one for myself and everyone else to enjoy.

> Please note this is a DARK ROMANCE that takes place in an alternate universe. Jacob is not famous and attends the University of Oxford in England along with many originally characters. And possibly Harry Styles later on because I’m a sucker.

> I am including a snippet of the prologue below so you can get a taste of my writing to see if you will enjoy it. I will be posting these on Wattpad.

> This story will be updated every Saturday.

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PROLOGUE

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The door looms before me as I hold onto a box full of my personal items. The wood is a warm brown that teeters on the edge of orange. It makes me nauseous just looking at it. My stomach rolls as I reach for the black doorknob. The color of the metal clashes against the wood, causing me to inwardly cringe. It reminds me of Halloween in a not so aesthetic way. It's hideous.

The University of Oxford makes me feel nauseous in general as anxiety sinks it's nails deep into my stomach and claws it's way up my insides. As I push the door open to reveal my new living space, I stagger backwards at the smell of fresh paint and sawdust. The scent does nothing to calm my racing heartbeat as I walk through the threshold. I take a deep breath to rest my racing mind. The carpet is red and looks like blood that has been dried up for weeks. My stomach lurches again.

I'm not ready.

Leaving North Carolina was never in my mother's plans for me. As much as I'd always yearned to attend such a renowned, foreign school, she forced me to forget my dream the moment I could utter the word 'college'. She told me it would never happen, and that I had somewhere better to look forward to. My entire life bad been planned out for me before I was even born. I've never been my own person, and the thought of starting now — and what felt like a million miles away from my hometown — is nearly enough to knock me off of my feet.

I inhale shakily, my manicured fingertips drumming softly against the box in my hand as I walk into the room with a lag in my steps. I observe the room quickly, a frown gracing my lips as the same, ugly brown tone decorates the space before me. There's merely two beds on either side of the room with a desk at the foot of each one. The only other piece of furniture is the red sofa that rests between the two beds up against the wall. It looks to be a futon, and the color is nearly identical to the carpet that is glued to the floor.

I'm quick to set my cardboard container onto the table top of my desk before walking back to the hall and grabbing the very few bags of decor I had along with a carry on case. I wasn't much for packing heavily, and a fresh start was exactly what I wanted. Bringing my things from home felt like it would be a massive mistake especially since I had no other choice but to get away from that place. I didn't want to remember or relive any part of my past now that I was in England.

It seems as though I am the first one in the room. It resembles exactly what I believe an expensive asylum to look like, albeit with less tiling. The windows are articulate. They range from the floor to the ceiling but are designed in a 1930s architecture. The stone that surrounds each of the fourteen windows is weathered and cracking, giving off a medieval vibe to the otherwise mid century style. The room is very eccentric, and I can't decide if the colors are the worst thing I've ever seen or if they just remind me that I'm no longer at Duke — 'an Ivy League University of the South'.

I inhale sharply, forcing my mind into a state of relaxation as I begin to rummage through my things. I'm quick to place my fake plants along the bottom of the windowsill and on top of the provided desk. Once everything looks exactly the way I want it to, I allow myself a moment to look out the window and take in the scenery. We're at the back of the campus, in front of a wooded area that's currently bare due to the chilled air that makes it's way through Oxford.

I open the middle window, smiling as the cool air brushes into the room. The balcony that is laid out before me is just as weathered as the crowning around the windows. It's easily accessible, and I can't stop myself from picturing a warm coffee and a book accompanying me out here every morning.

As I climb back through the window, I see a flash of black at the entryway. I immediately turn to glance at the open door, instantly relaxing as I see a girl talk to another hall mate. She isn't dressed in black, but my mind plays tricks on me lately. I shake my head in annoyance at myself as I begin pulling out my soft green sheets. They're a shade between sage and pistachio, but not quite as blue. My teeth capture my bottom lip between them as I contemplate the correct color all the while covering the sheets with an oversized, white comforter.

Once my bedding looks perfect along with my white and green pillowcases, I can't help but immediately reach for a book. My clothing and school supplies can wait until tomorrow. My first class isn't until Tuesday morning, and it's currently Saturday afternoon. I release my hair from a brown claw-clip before sauntering to the sofa. I sniff the fabric that covers the seating quickly, making sure it's been clean before flopping onto it. My bare legs bend upward, swaying softly in the air as I lay my book out in front of me.

Just as I get deep into my romance novel, I feel a chill slide along my spine. As I glance up, I jump slightly. An embarrassing gasp escapes me. My quivering hand rests tenderly along my chest to cover my racing heart. I can't help the feeling of doom settling into my gut.

"Christ," I curse quietly, southern accent on full display, "you scared the shit out of me."

TO BE CONTINUED…

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arcielee · 3 months

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Interview With a Writer

Thank you so much @aemondtarqaryens for starting off Volume 2 of my Interview With a Writer series! This is my ongoing series of the talented souls on Tumblr and ao3, and their brilliant writing!

If there is a story you are interest in, I am open to requests! Just make sure to check out my criteria for stories considered for this.

Name: aemondtarqaryens

Story: Precious Delights

Paring: Maegor Targaryen x niece!Reader

WARNINGS: See each chapter for individual, more precise warnings. Written with/for a female reader, but other than purple eyes, there‘s no mention of her appearance.

What inspired the plot for Precious Delights?

Oh God, truth be told? It started with a request I received for Maegor x Reader smut where she's heavily pregnant with his child. And I'm just a sucker for my big tiddy daddy and gave it a shot.

Once the original Precious Delights was posted, people commented under it, asking for a part 2 where the baby is born. The whole series just developed from there on and the rest is history.

I just loved their dynamic in the first part I posted (it's based on the bath scene between Aemma and Viserys, because it was just fitting and I liked that scene in the series) and felt captivated to give the few people interested what they wanted.

Explain your interpretation of Maegor? What drives him? Why is he the way he is in the story?

Charlie Hunnam is my faceclaim for Maegor because someone (I'm not dropping names cough cough @fairysluna cough) planted that seed into my mind. Most people fancast him as Aegon I, but to me, Henry Cavil makes a better Aegon I (you know, let's just cast Henry as every ASOIAF character lmfao).

I always had the relationship of Daemon and the young Rhaenyra we see in the show in my mind while writing this story. And we learn in Innate Desires that Maegor has lusted after his niece for quite some time, and even asked Aenys to give him her hand in marriage. He was denied, and searched his luck (or power) elsewhere, but failed with his wives dying without giving him an heir.

This is something that drives him, too. The need to provide an heir with his blood, that will take the Throne after him.

Canon!Maegor is one kind of a man, and while I find him intriguing, I firstly know that I could never do him justice and secondly, it just wouldn't have fit the story and it's overall development. Plus, having had a soft spot for his niece for so long, it's clear he's not always the brute he is towards her. He's softer, and allows her to catch some rare glimpses of his vulnerability as their relationship develops.

Was there anything in specific that inspired your Reader portrayal?

No, I feel like it‘s very self indulgent. Usually, the reader portrayals are matching their respective role (or I try to make it that way, at least) and with Targcest, I feel like you do have a bit more freedom to indulge. Just a freedom to be cheeky, or disobey certain rules.

Do you feel they eventually come to complement one another?

They complement each other. Maegor gives her something she‘s craved for so long, stability, family, attention, and Reader takes piece after piece of the brute out of him. Just like their children. They‘re not changing him completely, but they have a positive impact on him. She basically made the rogue brute soft and tender. 🤭

Will you add into their story?

Depends, if I really get another idea for this series maybe, but most likely not. It has found a good end, and everything else would be just dragging it out.

Do you want to share about another upcoming WIP? I know you finished celebrating a milestone for your blog (congratulations 💖).

Thank you!! I‘m currently working on the last two requests for my celebration, a one shot with Aemond and servant!Reader for a writing challenge I participated in, and a one shot of an American Horror Story x HOTD crossover where Aemond is the Antichrist.

Any chance we can have a snippet for Aemond!Antichrist? 👀

Easing your trembling legs, you hold onto the desk for support. It feels like an eternity when you crouch forward slightly to steady your uneven breathing, the moment only breaking as Aemond advances towards you, his body leaning against yours and pressing you up against the desk. It’s the only thing keeping you upright, and the moment you feel his hot breath caress your neck, your legs feel like they are about to give in. His thigh slips between yours, but you can’t feel his hands on your body, assuming he’s clasped them behind his back or keeps them at his sides. But you can tell that his chest isn’t the only firm thing that presses against your body. His cock is rock hard, clearly finding as much pleasure in the situation than you do, and all but strains against your lower back. He is so close, that’s all you’ve thought of for the past days, yet it’s not enough. You need his hands, him, to feel thoroughly satisfied. The urge to whine scratches in your throat, but you manage to swallow it at the last moment. “Beg for me to touch you,” he drawls, voice laced with a mixture of excitement and hunger. Exhaling a strained breath, you close your eyes. “P-Please,” you whimper, barely loud enough for him to hear. “Please… touch me. It’s been so long.” “Hm.” You hear it loud and clear, the amusement, the satisfaction, causing your skin to heat up. “That’s all you’ve got?”

#interview with a writer #iwaw21 #bts #of their brilliant writing #writing community #maegor x reader

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twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat · 3 months

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EE U DID THE WIP GAME ok ok so. would love to hear abt satoru x grieving!reader im a sucker for angst ALSO knight!sugu x townsfolk!reader :00

LOGANNN welcome welcome here is a drink for u 🧋 TYSM FOR ASKING <333 u lucked out, BOTH of these are angsty hehe :33

satoru x grieving!reader is just a concept that’s been rotting in my drafts for a while !! it mostly just stems from this idea i have of gojo dating a non-sorcerer who also lost their best friend / other half, obv not as dramatically as gojo lost geto but the grief is still so present. so far it looks like it might just be a very prose-y drabble but my drabbles have a tendency to turn into fics so ?? 😭 we’ll see!!

i have a couple snippets written out, here’s a lil taste for u!! the stsg subtext is very much There

your haunting is relentless, unbreakable, almost kind in its persistence. grief sticks to you like a moth to a flame, and he thinks you’d rather burn than be without it. (he wishes he could chase it away, the ghost of her. but he knows you’d hate him for it.) love. how it burns him. how you both cling to it, chase after it, like trying to cover a gash with a bruise.

gojo falters in the wake of your haunting. he falters because he knows what it’s like to be in love with a ghost. (someday, he echoes, repeats, a mantra of unspilled words. a hungry karmic cycle. someday.)

AAAAND THEN …. knight!sugu x townsfolk!reader !! tbh reader is kind of irrelevant in this one, it’s more like a character study of sugu that’s been haunting my brain since moss and i talked about it and reader is just the narrator who observes his fall from grace <333 some romantic hints maybe but if anything reader is the only one who really Sees him for what he is … not necessarily in a good way

i am OBSESSED w knight!sugu logan like he makes me insane in the head. i just think he’s soooo Doomed <333 i haven’t written anything for this one yet but the plot will probably follow what moss and i talked abt, just angst and pain and sugu being a little unhinged . i love him !!

#TYSM FOR INDULGING MEEE logan my sweet !!!#moss genuinely rotted my brain w knight!sugu he’s all i think abt all the time #my pookie bear genuinely #i could fix him.#ask tag ✩#logan !! ✩

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you-remind-me-of-the-babe · 11 months

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I have not shared in a bit but I’ve finally got a lil’ something today. This is another snippet from something I was previously calling a secret project, but now that the prologue and first chapter of the series has been shared and my name is linked to the series, I can reveal that this is from my episode of Star Trek: Redemption, a birthday gift for the lovely @raenestee 🎉

Also going to take this opportunity to plug the intro @facewithoutheart has written. You do not have to be a Trek fan to read it, either. It’s an adventurous, fun and sweet ride, and the rest of the series promises to be amazing as well. Lots of wonderful people working on it and bringing some fantastic ideas to the plate.

Anywho! On to my excerpt. (With nothing redacted this time! )

“Traveling the universe isn’t as glamorous as the Starfleet pamphlets made it sound, is it?”

Baz exhales through his nose by way of an answer.

“No, it isn’t.”

“You know this trade agreement is important,” I say quietly.

He nods. He’s got his arms crossed tightly and he’s looking at his feet, his toes pushing pebbles along the path. He looks so young all of a sudden.

“I know.”

“And just because our first few encounters in this quadrant were disastrous, doesn’t automatically mean this one will be too.”

He clicks his tongue. “Yes, but don’t those other experiences mean we should be cautious?” He turns and looks at me finally. His look is defiant. Challenging. But I’m not here for a fight.

I keep my tone gentle and do my best to coax him with my words.

“Cautious, yes. And I think we are being so. But Baz, we can’t just close ourselves off from everyone just because there’s a possibility we may get hurt. We won’t survive that way.”

A small update on my progress, if you like reading about these things. I got a good bit done on this sucker in later April/Early May but ended up chopping a good 5k (nearly everything I wrote in the last 5 weeks) recently because it was a lot of slow moving and boring exposition that I’ve decided to just recap instead. This seems to be the story of my writing these days. :vibin:

But! This bit I am determined to save and rework somehow. Wish me luck!

Thank you to all the wonderful people tagging me lately. Tagging y’all back today and then some:

@fatalfangirl @facewithoutheart @cutestkilla @artsyunderstudy @aristocratic-otter @mostlymaudlin @tea-brigade @technetiumai @ebbpettier @ileadacharmedlife @imagineacoolusername @ivelovedhimthroughworse @rimeswithpurple @shrekgogurt @confused-bi-queer @forabeatofadrum @martsonmars @hushed-chorus @valeffelees @nightimedreamersworld @aroace-genderfluid-sheep @ic3-que3n @blackberrysummerblog @palimpsessed @theearlgreymage @nausikaaa @captain-aralias @larkral @thewholelemon @letraspal @mysterioussheep @whogaveyoupermission @sosoapi @johnwgrey And anyone else who sees this and wants to share 💛

#Star Trek: Redemption #snowbaz #carry on fanfiction #my writing #And lots of others too #And a prolonged Happy Birthday to Raen as we drag this thing out 🥰😂

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hellishjoel · 8 months

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Bestie can we get a snippet from the next chapter of table for two??🫶🏻

Hi bestie!! Here's a kiss on the head and a snippet. I'm pretty sure this can come out as early as... tonight? Wouldn't that be fun? Table for Two Tuesdays - CUTE WTF Table for Two is a series featuring linecook!Frankie Morales x waitress f!reader! check it out! <33

You and Frankie have had limited contact since fooling around behind the back of the diner. It wasn’t exactly on purpose. He didn’t work Tuesdays, you didn’t work Wednesdays. Now it was Thursday and your period hit you in the middle of the week on your day off. What the fuck was that shit luck? He plucks the red sucker from his mouth and looks over you slowly. Reading you. Trying to see if he should lean into your foul mood or not touch you with a ten-foot pole. He juts out his jaw to the left, then to the right, muddy brown eyes observing you before coming to the bright conclusion that: “Somethin’s wrong with you.” Your eyes cannot physically roll back into your head enough. “No shit Sherlock.” You muttered, unimpressed by his harrowing detective skills. “Why don’t you solve Stonehenge next, or deduce what happens at the Bermuda Triangle.” You mutter.

#fic: table for two #stopkylee #frankie morales x you #frankie morales fanfiction #frankie morales smut #frankie morales x reader #fuck yeah frankie #francisco morales #catfish morales #triple frontier #triple frontier fanfiction #pedro pascal

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card-queen · 8 months

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Writer Q&A Tag

I am truly blessed! Thank you so much for the tag @maskedemerald! It really means the world to me!! I'd love to do more tag game things just to get involved or join a writing group of some kind!

What motivates you to write?

Disappointment, I guess? A lot of things I read/watch/play don't go places I want to see, don't explore ideas I want to hear about, don't show the effects of events on characters I think should be there. It sounds all negative, I know, but it's really not. Nothing gets me fired up quite like getting mad at the things that should have been.

A line/short snippet of your writing that you are most proud/happy of. If not maybe share a line of someone else's work that you love (just please credit them)

Well, I'm not sure on this one. I still consider myself pretty green as a writer, so I don't think I've written anything that stands out just yet. I'll grab this from one of my little writing challenges. I grabbed two random characters and a vague prompt to write a little scene about. It was surprisingly fun as I hadn't actually written for Velena yet.

‘That’s the funny thing about the truth, it doesn’t seem to change.’ ‘You truly expect me to believe that utter drivel about it being luck that you survived?’ ‘I don’t expect anything,’ Hughwen retorted in a predictable manner. Velena almost heard the words before they came out of Hughwen’s mouth. Was he becoming more predictable? Or was she? ‘You have your ungrateful life while your comrades don’t. How many good men died today instead of you?’ ‘I have no idea, I didn’t think to count,’ Hughwen said coolly. Velena felt something in the atmosphere change. Either she was getting to him, or Hughwen had decided he no longer wished to cooperate. ‘But I can tell you this, not that you asked: few of those men were “good men”.’ Velena looked Hughwen up and down. His face bore that smirk she had grown to loathe in the short time she had known her prisoner. His eyes showed a mixture of challenge and defiance. He had decided he was done for the day. She could see it.

Which OC makes you smile every time you think/talk about them and what are they like?

I'll say Cas for the sake of the question but quite honestly, I find myself getting wrapped up and enjoying thinking/talking about my characters without even realising it. Each character has something really enjoyable or challenging about them that makes them fun to write. The world, the story, the factions and forces within the world, the other characters and their struggles -- they all take root in the other characters as well, so even if you don't find their personality to be enjoyable, their perspective on matters, characters, past knowledge etc. often makes them stand out as enjoyable to me. Anyway, to answer the question: Cas' endless struggle to build an image of himself isn't really true to him to combat the stigma of a reputation that also isn't true to him. He pours himself into duty, over-exerts to the point of breaking and denies some of his stronger aspects because they might make him look like the criminal people see him as. He's exactly what I want from a main character: vibrant and adventurous, with a good heart and a rogue's mentality and a sucker for outcasts and black sheep.

What process of writing do you enjoy the most?

Easy answer: dialogue. It's fun to craft the ways characters say what they mean to say. Complex answer: that moment in the third or so draft, when you're looking at your overview and you see a common thread you didn't notice before and suddenly a whole wave of thematic resonance just clicks into place.

What part of writing do you think you are the best at? (Yes stroke your own ego it's okay)

I can't truly say yet. I think dialogue but to be honest, not many people actually read my work. Especially not now that I've started from scratch again!

What is something in the writeblr community is most enjoyable?

Silly asks, memes and just fun-building questions. Characters are simultaneously tools that fulfil a purpose within the story they inhabit, and ALSO they are vessels of personality and joy that bring the life to events and scenarios. You really need to have fun with and love your characters beyond their purpose and silly headcanon questions and fun doodles often do just that!

A writing tool/device you use that helps you with writing? (It could be speech to text, a writing program etc)

Enneagram, I guess. For me, I like to see similarities around where I'm aiming to feel grounded. The vast infinity of everything is really daunting and I do my best to avoid thinking about things that 'could be anything'. Anything = too much = I'm drowning. I've always tried to connect my work to other things to feel less disjointed but there was always something that didn't feel right or help me all that much. Everyone always went to TVTropes but I really didn't like to. Thank goodness I found something that worked for me!

A piece of worldbuilding that you like in your own story? (It could be the magic system, a particular place in the story, a law etc)

It's not so much one thing that I like the most, it's the fallout and effects of that thing. From this unspecified event, my world has:

The Runes of Magic as it is known. People are born under the sign of two or three Gods, with one God being their patron and thus, their birth element.

From Magic, there is Soulfire. Soulfire is the birth element dying and needing to be Cleansed. Uncleansed Soulfire can create Rifts and if a body with Uncleansed Soulfire is eaten by a beast or animal, they will transform into a Monster during an Athyric Moon.

Speaking of, Magic and Gods ties into the Godmoon or Athyric Moon. A monthly event that most Continental countries base their calendars on. A full-moon event that causes all Magic to be enhanced or brought to full power.

With Athyric Moons & Magic, there are engineers and tinkerers who use the Runes of Magic to make crystals and jewellery to perform simple tasks, like a Ice chests to keep stored food frozen, Heatstones for warming public baths, Crystal lamps to give off a faint glow at night, etc. These devices are designed to last the month then be recharged by the Athyric Moon.

Returning back to the original point with Gods & the Runes, we have the religions that populate the world. Each having different core beliefs, rules, taboos and ways of life based on the Virtues of the God that governed that land.

and so on, and so on...

Things in worldbuilding don't exist in a vacuum. If something is created, it may make something else in the world impractical or impossible. There may be something else that needs to be created alongside it to make sure that life would be sustainable for those in the world or area. These are areas where you can really have a lot of fun!

What piece of advice would you say to encourage others to write if they are having a rough patch?

My first goal for my day is always to write. If I can't write, then I'll watch, read or play something that might give me ideas or inspiration. If I'm not in the right mind for that, I spend time with my sisters and the dogs, and remember what I'm doing it all for.

Don't sweat the details, honestly. Some days/weeks/months just suck and it's good to recognise when it happens so you can just hit the eject button. Things tend to have a way of working themselves out. I find that if you're blocked when writing, there's something there that's bugging you and you might not even know what it is. The answer will be right around the corner before you know it, just don't go looking for it. Relax your brain, the answers will come find you.

Tag some people whose works you love/have been your biggest supporters

I can only really tag @maskedemerald, @yunidraws, @albicantknight, @snow-the-wanderer, @prismshard, @reneethegreatandpowerful and @merwetketet! Many of whom are inactive, I know, but I don't know anybody else!!

If you see this and want to do it, then pretend I tagged you, please! I need more friends here.

#writing #my writing #creative writing #writeblr #tagged #I want more friends #writers on tumblr #where you at?

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snarkythewoecrow · 1 year

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Just making a little informational post

So, first things first. I'm on the east coast of the US, but I don't keep normal human hours most of the time.

But if you'd like to catch me online, your odds are better best between 2pm and 3am EST.

My discord is: snarkymuch

And discord is my preferred place to chat, feel free to add me

Oh, and I'm terrible at tagging, but most of my writing stuff tends to be tagged #snark writes or #snippets or #writing updates or #my wips

I'm a Fandom Old who has been writing fanfic since I was a teen in the '90s and would like to send a very merry fuck you to anyone who thinks you should give up hobbies just because you've had time lose a few more fucks than them.

Also, if you dare to subscribe to me on AO3, be prepared to be shocked at times. I do not always know what I'll write, but I will tag it appropriately.

Currently (09/19/2023), I'm writing almost exclusively 9-1-1 Fandom fics, though still working on some Marvel things and will be getting some updates to those done soon.

So stay safe and heed the tags, and as I respect your right to read and write what you like, please respect mine.

PERMISSION STATEMENT

Now, the following is my permission statement, as some people might not want to reach out because shyness is a thing

If posting transformative works on a platform other than AO3, please include a link back to my work. And I never give permission for anyone to post copies of my works anywhere, ever.

I give permission for transformative works of my works to be made, go have fun, kiddos. But please use the "Related Works" function to link back to my work.

A WORD ON PROMPTS

So, I am not officially accepting any at the moment. Still, if I were, it would be for the 911 fandom only, and I'd probably only bite and take it if it were Buck/Eddie and had the potential for sucker-punching readers before kissing it better, or just different and cool, ya know?

Kindness goes a long way with me, my praise kink can be wielded like weapon, and if you were to ask nicely, there is a fair chance I would consider a prompt.

Take that for what you will, and may luck and my praise kink work in your favor ❤️

#informational #post updated 09/19/2023

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dumbestcorn · 2 years

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OKOK I FINALLY FINISHED! Spoilers for PLA if you haven’t finished already!

Anything for you since you made me so happy to write an essay Snippets in-game

Friendship evos

Slightly sympathetic writing; no one caring abt where he went

Tired look after battle (theoretical grief((Selfish at first))

Even if it was fake, still looked after the MC

Weird take but Garchomp being naturally evolved

Dumb take but wanting Laventon to complete Pokedex

(slightly) understandable motive

After the battle that goes into immortal and dad Volo theory

Settled down to have a family

(hopefully) chilled out

He has time to think about it

A Straight up theory bc I don’t pay enough attention

Wielder might just be what people of Celestia(or whatever) called themselves when they had pokemon

I didn’t know I was writing an essay today for somebody who asked me why I think Volo is redeemable(thanks for asking though). FYI, my mind is in jumbles right now because of too many thoughts and I can never say my thoughts out perfectly. So, I also decided to put some theoretical reasons because I felt it would help you understand my thoughts a bit more. So please enjoy!

In-game/hinted at

A big thing that people use when they’re on this topic is his three Pokemon. Lucario (220 during the day), Togekiss (225), and Roseade (220 during the day). All happen to be on the high side of friendship. If Volo had Lopunny people would probably agree more because that sucker starts at 0 and evolves at 220. Still happens to be one of my fav Pokémon despite that. Anyways, that means he’d have to use them all or at least have them all in his team for a while.

Two evolve by stones which could also take a while, for example, I had to look up where to get a Shiny Stone for my Togetic because I couldn’t find it in the wild for the life of me. In the normal games, I could only find stones post-game. So, that’s a commitment.

Garchomp is a special case. Like all Pseudo-Legendries, they have to be high level to evolve. 48 doesn’t seem like a lot, but if you're trying to grind it, suuuucks. Especially since they all level up slowly. This also means that it was kept on his team for a long time. Plus its level 68 in the final battle. We don’t talk about Spirtomb.

One thing that flew over my head was his slightly sympathetic writing, which happens to be that no one says anything about him leaving except Cogita who bashed him. He was surprisingly talked about less than anyone in the game. It could have been unintentional but I like to think about it like that. Was there a reason why everybody just stopped realizing he existed?

It could have been when the player told Laventon about Spear Pillar, they told more than about Giratina. Wouldn’t others talk more than if it (somehow) ended on a bad note? Gossip would probs be the only thing keeping me going if I was there. At least someone other than Cogita would say something else. What about Laventon and the clan leader you choose? No, nobody, which is like I said, weird. Makes you feel bad for the man.

This one is mainly a product of me looking into it too much but after the battle on Spear Pillar, he has a tired look. It always seemed like grief to me, not for you but because he failed. Like he gave it his all and got NADA. I like to believe that he realizes what he has done is beyond stupid over time. Like I don’t know how he’d think that’ll work out. I’m def going into this more when I get to the theory theories.

This one is small but it’s about him telling Laventon to complete the Pokedex. It was very small but I believe it’s a way to also wish you good luck. It’s very small but it’s like his pride isn’t letting him say good luck to you so he’s going to the person in Hisui that you care about the most. Even if he was to say good luck to you/complete the Pokedex, it would seem fake and just like a salty Showdown player saying GG after making fun of you before you won.

Now I’m going off of the in-game examples to go on a little rant. So, his Pokémon is a PRIME example. All his Pokémon are hard to get/evolve. Unlike like Ghetsis, his pseudo-legendary is evolved and Volo also has the most friendship evolutions. Btw, if Cyrus cares about his Pokémon because of his one Crobat, then Volo cares for his Pokémon more than him.

His motive is slightly understandable. Wanting to know why things happen to you and why we have to go through, a question that may have gone through our heads. Definitely went through my head before I stopped caring LMAOO, I also forgot about it. I have memories that are buried in thoughts of Pokémon and Splatoon. Anyways, the way he went to do so was, uhhh, not the best, like I don’t know how basically dethroning Arceus would help him out. Creative thought ig??

Theories

There’s one thing that was something that fell on my head one day and I kept it. It’s about his title, Wielder. I believe that it may be a title that the People of Celestia(?) or whatever he is, used when they had Pokémon. I don’t believe that he dislikes his Pokémon so that’s how it came to me. It could be that while they do think of Pokémon as dangerous things, they still realize that they have feelings and protect them. Of course, I’m just overthinking and trying to defend my reasoning why he’s reasonable.

Ah yes, Immortal Volo, my favorite kind of Volo, especially if he’s drawn like he’s still young. So, if we're thinking correctly, he either calmed down or is still balls to the walls crazy. I like to choose that he calmed down even though I usually still depict him like he is as a merchant even though people can say that was just a façade. WELL, I like to pretend he’s my friend sometimes because he’s COOL. But if we are honest, he’ll probably look at his past actions and cringe.

That gets me onto my favorite point because it’s probably the most realistic one! He has time to think about what he has done. Reflecting is one of the things that people comment about when it comes to N. Which I like but, can’t we make Volo reflect on what happened? He has time to do it. Years of being alone unless you believe he had some relationships. It would make his change more believable than just being like “I mega messed up, guess I'm good now.”

Now the theory about Volo being Cynthia’s dad. It goes into the immortality theory and/or longevity. Let’s be honest, he is FINE. So him having a child with someone is not impossible. But the reason why I brought this up is that if it’s semi-true, it either means Volo calmed down enough to have a sane child or Cynthia was able to learn what not to do by learning about what happened on Spear Pillar.

From what I said, hopefully, you can see where I’m coming from. He is one of my favorite characters so I guess you can use that against me if you want to tell me why you don’t think he’s redeemable. Even if he was a pure villain I still might like him but that’s because I find him interesting, like how I do with Colress. They are important but there’s less lore about them than there should be.

I would say more but it’s honestly hard for me bc I just finished Jojolion and my brain is mush.

#Volo #PLA #pokemon ledgends arceus #LOOOONG POST #also I just want to put it out there #ARCEUS DIDNT BRING INGO TO HISUI #It's not understandable when you look at the prev fallers #ST Distortions did the job

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sheikah-simp · 2 years

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Why the title Exile//Vilify?

I think I’ve spread this answer out over several various posts throughout my writing and hinted at it several times, but I thought I’d take the time to compile my answers here.

First and foremost, I like it. Music greatly inspires most of my fics and I try to work in hints of the inspiring song lyrics into the themes and occasionally even dialogue and descriptions. The National’s music has inspired a great deal of my work, and it was no different when one day I was listening to Exile Vilify. Even though it was a song written originally for Portal, I thought it sounded like Astor’s voice, Astor’s inner monologue, encompassing what might have been his feelings leaving the castle and grappling with a dark prophecy if he had once been the royal seer.

The lyrics “You’ve got sucker’s luck, have you given up? Does it feel like a trial? Does it trouble your mind the way you trouble mine?” especially stick out to me as inspirational moments. Astor was unlucky enough to lose the birth lottery and be the one Ganon had selected for his bidding. His fate is inevitable, Ganon is simply biding his time waiting for Astor to inevitably give up and submit to his fate. This, of course, is troubling for Astor to have to delay.

But in addition to that, I also view it as Astor’s dialogue to Rhoam during the time of his exile. Rhoam was unlucky enough to inherit a kingdom prophesied to die, he will be unsuccessful in evading his destruction. “Does it trouble your mind the way you trouble mine?” is not only Ganon’s question to Astor, but also Astor’s question to Rhoam, both men who must deal with being on the losing end of Fate. The makers and defiers of prophecy.

The shift in lyrics repeated to “Vilify, don’t even try” then are Astor’s mantra to himself as he grapples with his fate, before and after exile. He needs to vilify himself, become the evil villain he knows he is supposed to be. He shouldn’t try to fight it. But “Vilify, don’t even try,” could also be read as another question to Rhoam. It is Astor looking across the kingdom to the castle he once loved, thinking of the man who cast him out from there in such hatred, and asking “You are going to vilify me? You won’t even try to understand? To sympathize with, to have mercy on me?”

And then of course. Fate. Puzzles. Trials. So many things in the Legend of Zelda are referred to as trials and it just.. it works.

What does the “//” mean?

I am deliberate in its usage. While the original song has no such stylization, I wanted my fic title to have it to 1) differentiate itself from the music and 2) portray the main themes and structure of the book.

In poetic verse, // (or, written ||) is a caesura, which indicates a break in flow, where one phrase ends and another begins. Because it is where one thing ends and another begins, I also view it as a pause, a breath, a suspension of time. Astor is oddly situated in time, clinging to his past and knowing his future, and finds many moments where he is suspended in time. Toward the end of the book, right before Astor makes the final “cut” that takes him from exiled to evil, there is a small snippet titled “//“ where Astor convenes with Ganon. It is the pause right before he steps into his destiny. Additionally, the word “caesura” comes from the Latin word for “cut,” which goes along with the literal cuts that Astor must make along the strings of fate to seal his deal. (Primarily, with the thread of someone else’s life).

So yeah. Ultimately, the title “Exile//Vilify” embodies the 3 main aspects of Astor’s prophecy and the three act structure I envision the novel having. Astor learns of the prophecy of his exile, cuts the strings of fate, and embodies the villainy that shall befall the rest of his life, in parallel with the three parts of the prophecy, which roughly equate to “be cast into exile, kill, and devote yourself to calamity ganon.” = Exile // Vilify

#exile vilify #the final update #astor hwaoc #exile vilify playlist #music

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tongue-like-a-razor · 1 year

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WIP List Game

You know the drill: create a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP file folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it.

Thank you for the tag!! @bradshawburner 💖

This list doesn’t include most of the WIPs I’m actively posting 😳 In other words, I think I may have a problem..

Bad Luck

Call Sign: Trouble (working title)

Halloween fic

There Are Consequences

Beach Day (working title)

Show Me pt 2

The One That Bagman Couldn't Bag

In the Dark

Taking You Home

Devil in Disguise

Going in Blind

Sucker for You

Something to Write About

I feel like most people have been tagged for this already, but if anyone else sees this and wants to share for fun consider yourself tagged! 🎉

People whose work I enjoy so they know they’re appreciated! @spidervee @thebirdandthebee @bussyslayer333 @roosterforme @topguncortez @notroosterbradshaw @sunlightmurdock @bradshaw-fanclub

#wip game #top gun fanfiction #top gun fandom #bradley bradshaw fic #jake seresin fic #maverick fanfiction

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introvert--weeb · 3 years

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Hello Can we talk about your talent girl you're shinning ❤💅💅

But seriously you're work is awesome

Tell me plz if I can request this:

Takemitchi coming back to the past not understanding what is missing for the future

He is in one of toman meeting waiting for the "talk" but he hear some noise behind the tree 🌳and when he go to see he find micky and his gf(s/o) kissing and being lovey dovey and then he understands that she is the reason of mickeys dark implusion (dk if i wrot it good)

Like her dying in his arms so like takemitchi want to save both of them (I'm sucker for this type of angst 🤧)

Sorry if this is too much 😅you don't have to do it just wanted to cry

Love 💘😻💜💛💚🧡💘😻💜💛💚🧡

Oh my god! I'm so glad you are enjoying my writing and thank you so much! You have just made my whole week with that! ❤️😭❤️

Of course! I am a sucker for angst (if you couldn't tell from my posts) and this is just amazing!!

Thank you so much for requesting and I hope you enjoy this @kimrena-stuff

Mikey X f!reader (fluff with angst)

TW: mentions of death, sadness, blood, violence, canon divergence, alternate timeline

The future still wasn't perfect in Takemichi's eyes. Sure, most of the people he tried saving survived but there still was no happy ending for any of them. And once again, Hinata had been killed.

It was confusing him. Surely he had made sure that everything was fixed in the past? What was he missing that could have caused another bad future. The blond had even asked Chifuyu about any events that could be coming up that would cause Mikey to turn out the same as he had every other future. Was it Kisaki? But Kisaki had been fired from Toman.

Chifuyu could not offer much information, after all, he did not know the future and Mikey hadn't declared a war on any other gangs since last time Takemichi had gone back. So there was no luck in that department. Maybe they were both overlooking something small that would be massive in the future?

Takemichi was sort of thankful that he had been called up about the Toman meeting that was happening that night. He could find his answer there, he was sure. After all, each meeting he had gone to so far had provided him with an idea of what was going to happen.

He had arrived at the shrine earlier than most other members. The only ones he really knew that had arrived were Draken, Mitsuya and Chifuyu considering that was who he hitched a ride with. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary except Mikey wasn't with Draken as he usually would be.

Curiosity had gotten the better of the young Toman, he had went to ask Draken where the captain was. Draken simply pointed over to a gathering of trees, explaining that Mikey could usually be found there before meetings start. That seemed to only make the boy's curiosity worse, wondering what Mikey could be doing in the cover of the trees.

He couldn't be meeting up with Kisaki still, could he? Is that why the future was not getting any better? Panic filled Takemichi as he approached the trees. If he was talking with Kisaki then that could be his only chance to stop it and create the perfect future he wanted!

It was as he was getting closer that he heard what he thought was two voices talking quietly. Not quiet enough where it could be considered whispering but enough where Takemichi couldn't make out the words being exchanged. He could tell one of them was definitely Mikey but the other could have been anyone. Had Mikey decided to ally himself with someone even more dangerous than Kisaki was proving to be? After all, nobody in Toman had been able to see Mikey in the future so it could be possible.

Trying his best to hide himself from Mikey, Takemichi peeked his head around to find a sight that made his cheeks flush a dark red. Mikey had both hands against a tree trunk with an absolute hottie between them. At first, it seemed a little alarming for the younger blond until he had noticed the soft smile and blush that dusted your features.

It was only when Mikey leaned down to press a kiss to your lips that Takemichi had felt he was overstaying his welcome. Especially since he wasn't really welcome in the first place. He was simply a creepy peeper at that moment. Why did he keep ending up in these types of moments that made him look like a creep?! First it was with Emma and now he was essentially watching his captain make out with his girlfriend.

"I love you, Mikey." Your voice was breathless from that kiss, your eyes sparkling as they stared into your lover's dark ones. It was obvious to anyone that you were both so in love with each other. Hell, you were sneaking off together at any moment you could find just to be all lovey dovey with each other.

"I love you more, Y/N."

Takemichi had caught that small snippet of your conversation as he was trying to silently walk away. He really didn't want to be caught by the Invincible Mikey staring at the loving exchange after all. But it did get him thinking. Had you ever been mentioned in the future? Surely if you were this in love, you would remain by Mikey's side forever?

The Toman meeting started as it usually did. You would be sat on the stairs while your boyfriend would address the issues related to the gang. Everyone knew who you were, you would always be at the meetings after all unless you had to attend to other business. That would explain why Takemichi hadn't seen you. You must have been attending to other things every meeting that the blond went to. All throughout the meeting, Takemichi could only try and recall if you're present in some way in the future. Surely you would still be hanging around with the same people 12 years later.

He would have to contact Naoto in the future as soon as he could. After all, if there was something big that was going to happen then he would want to find out as soon as he could. And so, as soon as the meeting was finished, he made his way to the Tachibana household to find young Naoto.

"So, how did it go? Were you able to change anything?" That was the first thing Naoto asked once Takemichi had woken up. It was the same routine each time. Naoto would ask if he had changed anything, knowing that it wasn't enough since Hinata was still dead. But maybe if something had changed, they were a little bit closer to finding out what was causing this chain of reactions.

Takemichi shook his head and then dived headfirst into his question. He had asked if you were ever mentioned in one way or another. Maybe if you were still alive, something must have happened between you and Mikey which he could prevent from occurring. Just thinking back on how in love you both were with each other, he was beginning to doubt that it was a simple break up.

It had taken the two males a full hour until your name had popped up in their searches. It really didn't help that Takemichi only knew your first name and that you would hang out with Toman. The news article had filled the computer screen, a photo of you smiling in the top corner of the page. It gave off a vibe that didn't match the contents of the article.

You had been stabbed 15 times in the chest and stomach during a gang brawl between Toman and a gang Takemichi hadn't heard of yet. You were rushed to the hospital but had died before the doctors could reach you. It stated that it was a boy named Manjiro Sano that had brought you in.

It all started to make sense now. You had been caught up in the brawl and had sustained injuries that had ended your life. So Mikey had lost himself when you had died in his arms as he tried his best to save you.

Takemichi checked the date on which you had died. 2 days from today. Why wasn't this brawl mentioned at the Toman meeting?! Did Mikey keep it a secret or was it a spontaneous confrontation? Takemichi could only guess it was the second option. Especially since the brawl would take place at Toman's meeting spot at the shrine.

"I need to save Y/N from dying. That is what we were missing! If she survives, Mikey won't lose another piece of himself." And with that, the handshake that activated the time leaping had taken place.

Takemichi had explained his plan to Chifuyu. Explained how there would be a brawl the next day at the shrine and how that is possibly the trigger for the bad futures. After all, Mikey might stay sane with you by his side. Chifuyu couldn't believe what he was hearing. A gang would have the balls to enter the meeting place of Toman just to start a fight? They must either hold a huge grudge against them or were just plain insane. No gang was to ever enter another gang's meeting spot as it was seen as sacred.

The blond had vowed that he would do anything he could to protect you from harm and ultimately save Mikey from his dark future. Even if he had to glue himself to your side, he would make sure nothing happened to you. He would make up for the time he had failed to save Baji.

You and Mikey continued with your routine. Enter the tree clearing and spend some quality time together. You both exchanged kisses, splitting the dorayaki you would keep on you for your boyfriend, and joking around. Everything a couple in love should do.

The day of the brawl had arrived and so had the rival gang. It was in the middle of Mikey addressing his gang that the opponent's had arrived. The shock was quickly erased as the fighting began. Mikey had made sure you stayed close behind him so he could keep you safe, even though you could fight. Maybe not as well as most of the Toman members but you were capable of keeping yourself safe.

Takemichi scanned the entire shrine area in search of you. Relief had briefly enveloped the middle schooler. After all, if Mikey was with you, nobody could touch you. Or that's what everyone had thought. You had been separated from Mikey as soon as the gang members discovered you were cared for deeply by him. They had thought that if they got you, they could win the fight.

It was if the world was entering slow motion. Takemichi tried to push his way to where you were being dragged, the determination to save everyone being his main driving force. Mikey had yet to notice you were no longer behind him, too focused on taking out the leader and winning the brawl so he could take you home where you would be safe. However, that plan was quickly becoming less likely.

"Shit! Move out of my way!" Takemichi had panic pumping throughout his veins. If he couldn't get to you in time, there was no second chance. It was times like this that made him realise just how human he was. He was one boy, not a God. He could only do so much. But he was sure as hell gonna try and save you.

"Y/N!" Takemichi's voice carried across the entirety of the battlefield. So much so that everyone had frozen, especially Mikey. He turned his gaze to behind him where he thought you were only to find you were missing. Frantic, his dark eyes scanned the area until they rested on you being held against your will. The boy who held you had his arm across your neck, squeezing so you couldn't call out to your boyfriend. However, it was the knife that he pointed to your chest that had Mikey scared.

Takemichi was the only person who didn't freeze, pushing his way past the bodies that stood like statues. He could make it! He could save everyone with this one action! He was convinced that this was why Mikey had given into his dark impulses and why no-one could get their happily ever afters.

He was too late. The knife had pierced through your chest, narrowly missing any vital organs. This had seemed to spur the younger blond to increase his speed, trying to keep in mind that you could survive if he kept the stabs to a minimum. After all, the news article had explained how you had been stabbed 15 times. One was fixable. One he could deal with.

Mikey couldn't seem to move. His love had been stabbed. For no other reason than they were there and sticking by him. This wasn't fair. You had nothing to do with what the problem was and you shouldn't be paying the price for it either.

It felt like an eternity for Takemichi to reach where you were. His legs were screaming at him to stop and his heart was beating a million miles a minute. In the time it took him to get to you, you had sustained another two stabs in your stomach and chest. The person doing it was nothing short of a monster. He didn't care that you were innocent or that you were a girl. He just continued his mission.

The sound of skin to skin contact echoed, a sickening crack following along. Takemichi had landed the hardest punch he could muster against the side profile of the monster. The crack was the jaw breaking underneath the force. You were released as the perpetrator stumbled backwards, falling as he lost consciousness. Takemichi had made it but he wasn't confident that it was in time. He couldn't help but watch as you smiled and fell sideways. Fueled simply by the adrenaline, he had carefully picked you up in his arms before starting his journey to the hospital.

Draken had been the one to snap Mikey out of his daze, telling him to get his bike. There was no way that Takemichi would get there in time if he was simply thinking of running. And so that's what Mikey did. He fired up his precious bike, ordering the young blond to climb onto the back before speeding his way to the closest medical facility.

Due to all of this, you had survived. Takemichi had succeeded in saving you and thus saving Mikey. There was a possibility that the future would be good this time.

Once he had heard you were alive and doing well, Mikey had finally let himself react. Tears fell one after the other down his cheeks and relief had lifted his heart. He wouldn't lose you. You were alive because of Takemitchy. That is something Mikey couldn't thank the younger blond enough for. He had saved your life when Mikey could do nothing but watch.

Everyone expressed their gratitude for Takemichi. After all, they couldn't imagine what Mikey would turn out like if he had lost you during that fight. Takemichi had an idea but wasn't about to spill what the future he knew was like. Speaking of which, he did wonder how this had affected his future. Would everyone finally have their happy endings? He sure did hope so.

As soon as Naoto had shook his hand, Takemichi had found himself sitting at a table with a can of beer in his hand. Confused on what was going on, he glanced around at his surroundings. He was currently in a home that looked nothing like his apartment. Photos of a couple he vaguely recognised littered the walls, there was the scent of takeout wafting in the air, and the noise was loud yet joyful.

A few days later, Takemichi decided to head back to where he belonged. 12 years in the future. You had been discharged from the hospital and probably on a date with Mikey as he approached the Tachibana residence. Thinking about it, Mikey had seemed to brighten up more ever since you had been allowed out of the hospital. Takemichi laughed as he recalled Mikey buried under a large bouquet of your favourite flowers and a giant plushie of your favourite animal on that day. You had simply laughed before peppering the Toman leader's face in kisses. You had also planted a peck on the younger boy's cheek as a sign of how grateful you were to him. After all, if Takemichi hadn't done any of that, you wouldn't be able to spend anymore time with Mikey. You owed him your life.

That's when Takemichi realised he had done it. Hinata was chatting happily with Yuzuha and Hakkai about their experiences in Europe; Mitsuya, Smiley and Angry were laughing about some inside joke no-one knew about; Pah-chin and Peh-yan were discussing business relating to the real estate agency; Kazutora and Inui were drinking in the corner, simply observing the festivities; and Draken was chatting away happily to Mikey, his arm around Emma's waist as she tried to soothe their baby. Takemichi had saved them all. They were all OK. Most of all, Hinata was alive.

"Anyone needing any refills?" your voice trailed in from where you stood in the doorway connecting the living room and kitchen. You looked almost the same except for a few features. Takemichi knew at that moment that this was the perfect future for everyone, especially when Hinata had come over and kissed his cheek. The discussion around the room had suddenly become one as everyone spoke about the upcoming weddings between you and Mikey as well as the one between Takemichi and Hinata. For the first time in a long time, Takemichi could let go of the weight he had carried around and enjoy his life with his friends and his fiancé.

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #mikey sano #mikey x reader #angst with a happy ending #anime drabble #tokyo revengers scenarios #manjiro sano #requested #takemitchy #takemichi hanagaki

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blackberry-gingham · 3 years

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hiiii. i love your writing! i was curious if you could write the classic ‘only one bed’ trope with ringo cause i’m a sucker for that sort of thing.

Thank you!! 💖 Lol, sure why not 😂 It’s a classic for a reason right? I’m going to write this with a little Beatle!reader and assume that you and Ringo are not currently dating haha. Sorry for the wait, but I hope you enjoy!

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The night starts out like every other, only this time, with a little bit of luck.

Typically, you rent out two rooms with two beds each and one of you draws a short straw to stay in a cot. You’ve just started touring after all, and getting a whole third room seems like a bit of a waste. You say tonight is lucky because it feels like it’s always either you or Ringo who has to take the stiff little cot, but tonight it’s George.

Interesting how it never seems to be Paul or John, you muse.

But that’s far from your mind right now. After the long flight, you’re dead tired and ready to fall in bed.

“Hurry up Ritchie”, you yawn, while Ringo fumbles with the door key.

“ ‘M tryin’ “, he mumbles. At last the lock clicks, and you practically trip over one another trying to get inside.

A small burst of energy rushes through you, “I call the closest on-!”

But just as quick as it came, the energy deflates out of you. Ringo trots up beside you and begins to inquire what the matter is. Unfortunately, it isn’t long before he sees it too.

This room is a single.

One, queen sized bed stands invitingly against the wall, flanked by two small dressers and nothing more aside from a little chair propped up in the corner.

“Oh no... Is this the right room?”

“Well the key worked, so I guess so, yeah...”

You toss down your luggage in frustration while Ringo tiredly moves his against the wall.

“Maybe we should call Brian? Someone clearly screwed up. We could get a room change!”

But Ringo hardly seems to be listening. He stretches and gives a big yawn, “It’s too late for all that, eh? Why don’t we just share?”, he yawns again, eyes heavily lidded, as though he’s about to pass out on his feet.

Before you can give any such protest, he trudges to the bed, clothes and all, and only barely remembers to kick off his shoes before climbing in the sheets.

“Wait, Ritchie! We can get this fixed! Wake up, would ya?”, you trot over to the bed and give him a little shake. Ringo groans and flicks you off.

“Jus leave it be, alright? I don’ mind sharin’, jus’ let me sleep...”, and with that, you’re almost certain he’s out.

You sigh exasperatedly, and look around for any possible solution. It’s not that you would mind sharing a bed with Ringo, no matter what the others may think of him. It’s just that it feels... Odd. For goodness sakes, you’re not even together!

Although, he did say he wouldn’t mind...

In a moment of weakness, your gaze flickers back to the cozy bed and you remember how so, so tired you are. Maybe...

No.

No, you just... can’t. Instead, you shed your coat and lay it out on the floor, pulling down a pillow from the bed too and make yourself at home on the pitiful carpet. A little shiver runs through you, but you’re confident you can tough out just one night.

Or, so you thought.

Hours go by filled with fitful snippets of interrupted sleep. Ringo is snoring loudly just a small ways away, but surprisingly, that’s not what’s keeping you up. The shivers you were experiencing here and there earlier have turned to full on tremors as you lay on the freezing, drafty floor. You figure, perhaps you would be better off in the chair just as an abrupt snort and a stop to the snoring occurs.

Ringo calls your name, sounding a little confused. There’s a rustle of sheets, and before you know it, he’s leaning over the bed side looking down at you.

“What are you doing down there?”, if you were more awake, you might have caught the twinge of hurt in his voice. Is a drafty old floor really that much better then having to share abed with him? Still, he decides to give it one more shot, “Why don’t you just come up here already? I don’t bite ya know”, he chuckles.

You can hardly speak from the chattering of your teeth, so instead you simply nod and take your pillow with you. At this point, decorum be damned you think.

“Here, you can have the warm side”, Ringo slides over and lets you settle into the spot he’s been sleeping in all the while. You’re so exhausted and cold, you can hardly even think to argue. At last you collapse into the plush sheets and mutter a thank you.

“Course”, Ringo yawns. He lays down beside you and a faint smile comes over him. You look so peaceful... But, he certainly doesn’t want you getting cold again and losing that angelic little smile. Thinking quick, he pulls the covers up over you, and maybe...

He takes a risk and slides a little closer, till your bodies are almost touching. A slight warmth radiates off you, and he can only hope that you can feel some heat from him too. You give a little yawn as Ringo settles into the sheets. Just as he thinks he’s completed a job well done, you small, delicate hand sneaks its way to rest on his chest.

You pull yourself just a bit closer, your chin resting on his shoulder as you breath in the warmth of his skin. “Thank you...”, you whisper.

Perhaps this wasn’t such a bad arrangement after all.

#paul mccartney #ringo starr #ringo starr x reader #beatle!reader #beatle fics

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preciouslandmermaid · 2 years

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The original plan of chapter 24

!! SPOILERS !!

Do not read if you haven’t caught up to chapter 24 of “Through the flood & through the fear.”

Okay, I’m serious.

Don’t read this unless you’ve read ch. 24 already.

I’m adding this post to publish several days after the chapter is live so hopefully that gives everyone time to catch up.

First and foremost, you should know that Evelyn and Emmett were originally supposed to kiss !! at the start of the chapter. Evelyn came to his house and they slept together but it was a lot less platonic. (eyeball emoji).

Secondly, Ben wasn’t going to have such a large part of the fic overall & he wasn’t going to die at the Base. Truthfully, that happened while writing the chapter. I realized that it wouldn’t make sense, to me, or feel like the stakes were raised, if I had all my characters get in and get out without any consequences especially considering that I wasn’t going to kill off Regan or Marcus.

Originally, a stranger was going to arrive at the island, seeking refuge. This stranger was going to cause contention on the island between Emmett/Ben because although the stranger is hurt, Emmett is distrustful & worried that this stranger means them harm. And Ben desperately wants Emmett to see the good in people/see the hope. While Evelyn, of course, is determined to help said stranger since they’re injured.

The stranger was going to be the one to set the fire, killing themselves in the process, as a sort of “warning” to the island that others knew they were here and were willing to go absolutely ape shit. HOWEVER. The island being attacked is something I brain-stormed and came up with later.

The fire was the beacon that told the rest of the attackers to attack, but it was lit by someone who snuck onto the island that night rather than someone the characters already knew or suspected. This felt more organic to me because the set up for this attack is much slower and is therefore more surprising. I really only foreshadow to it by mentioning that the island removed their patrols. I also briefly mention that people are still going on supply runs, which means if someone is watching, then they would see the boats. On top of that, in earlier chapters, if I remember right--the island survivors write messages for others and provide Regan’s frequency. If someone look’s up the signal (like Regan did in the movie) then they’d find the tower that is broadcasting it.

Because I’m a sucker--here is an actually snippet:

(xxxxxxx)

Last night—only a handful of hours ago—had felt like a dream. She slept soundly with the warmth and security of someone holding her. Before she left, she sleepily peppered kisses along his jaw, teasing him that he hadn’t woken her on time and that he hadn’t set an alarm.

Emmett had blearily cupped her face in the near-darkness and whispered, “Stay with me…” against her lips, “For five more minutes.”

It was a taste of freedom. A taste of a potential future. One that held mornings shaped in the circle of his arms.

Later, they will praise their luck that the fire didn’t spread. They’ll count their blessings that no one died.

Until Ben reminds them of the stranger. Then, people start looking and discover he’s missing. It takes a day to scour the community and docks. It takes three more to search the surrounding forest. The island is full of hiding places. Ben will lament they didn’t put up watches or guards. Emmett will remind him that he suggested it and was outvoted. They’ll argue for hours.

Until finally, while picking through the ash and smoke ruins, another survivor discovers a skull. They’ll bring it to Evelyn and ask, voice trembling, if she thinks it’s form a person or an animal despite the answer being obvious. But that all comes later.

Right now, there is the fire, the smoke, and the terrifying knowledge that the island is no longer a sanctuary.

(xxxx)

Now, because I don’t want to spoil anything for future chapters, I won’t talk about my other plans or ideas.

BUT!

IDK. Maybe this is interesting to someone.

Also, if you’re curious, this is (I believe) where the island is located. The island, as it looks in the movie, doesn’t actually exist (lmao) but...

It’s a bit south of CT, near the NY border. That’s fun. I’m glad I was able to find it.

and, as someone who has taken the train up and down the coast, the railroad station that we see Regan go through (Spring Creek) does not exist. Which like.....ok fair. It’s a movie. Lmao.

ANYWAY. That’s all for now <3

#fic: ttfattf #spoilers

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firewoodfigs · 3 years

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rules: post the names of all the files in your wip folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. send me an ask with the title that most intrigues you and i’ll post a little snippet of it or tell you something about it! and then tag as many people as you have wips.

tagged by @bringingglory @meridianheroine @anavkour and @mildly-nerdy !!! thanks for the tag friends <3 good luck to us and our ever-growing pile of WIPs xD

so in love that i acted insane (and that’s the way i loved you)

I cannot stress enough how obsessed I was (and still am) with this song. what an absolute banger. 11/10. also the ~ rollercoaster kinda rush ~ kinda fits royai tbh

seven times i lied (i couldn’t be honest even if i tried)

some random poetry in my phone that was supposed to have 7 scenes (bcs 7 moves to become a queen or something...) but i'm stuck at scene 4/5 LOL

memento amare - chapter 9

ain’t gonna abandon or kill this fic!!! ok but yeah it’s just been a struggle bcs (i) i have to be in the right frame of mind to deal with multi chaps and work has been a bit of a disaster (ii) I'm trying to make this as realistic and/or as aligned with history but idk man. politics is always a sensitive topic haha (also I learnt how to play and describe chess just for this chapter lmao)

august slipped away into a moment of time - chapter 2

a real gem of a song... things are about to get. sad. :( roy stupid.

long drive (could end in burning flames or paradise)

the lyrics are self-explanatory LMAO. also part of the “one single thread of gold (and a string of bad decisions) tied me to you” series

this is me trying (at least i’m trying)

this is just. sad. kind of a companion to the august fic?? alternatively: an excuse for me to get back into roy’s head and dissect all his drinking problems

sick!riza and useless!roy

kind of a part ii to my other young royai fic with sick riza and roy v carrots LMAO (and bcs I have no creativity I'm gonna title this series “in sickness and in health”),,, special thanks to @thatisadamnfinecupofcoffee who suggested that adult roy should have another showdown with his biggest nemesis of all time aka carrots!!!

to lovers as they lie upon - chapter 3

ngl I wrote this halfway and forgot about it haha I haven’t really had the capacity to write fluff lately but hopefully that changes soon!!! this is supposed to be one of the happiest/most light-hearted fics amongst my WIPs LOL

no fool’s mate - chapter 3

my self-indulgent FMA/the queen’s gambit crossover that no one asked for!!! moar sadness. i’m very excited for this but i keep writing the tension-charged royai bits instead of going about things in a chronological fashion yikes,,,

all that glitters is not gold - chapter 3

someone sent me a really sweet msg about this fic (and inadvertently reminded me of its existence) and!!! whaddya know i had it written halfway... it felt like a little gift to myself LMAO. high society royai au bcs I'm a sucker for that trash :^)

no matter the hearts you burn, in mine you shall always remain - chapter 3

more xingese roy and more talking and maybe some romantic... action... LMAO i wanted to end it on a relatively happy note but honestly there’s so much to unpack and i just. idk man. these things always spiral out of control

some random drabble

that really was just meant to draw parallels between riza’s and ed’s personal tragedies

a parental royai & edwin thing

ahem @x-rainflame-x I DIDN’T FORGET ABOUT OUR WIP <3 we’ll get back to that collab real soon, I promise!!!

high school royai au

I'm so embarrassed to post this even tho I'm done with the first chap bcs I'm real trashy and it shows

that’s all I think?? idk?? I hope?? here’s to hoping work lets up so I finally have the time to sit down and get back to these ahahah

tagging @x-rainflame-x @fullmetal-hellmouthchemist @klainelynch @royai @lantur @hirayaart @fullmetalscullyy @megthemighty @rizah @lonepiper5758 @aureshadow @vadeofspades @priscilla-dm @borkthemork and anyone who wants to do this!!!!! <3

#fanfiction #writing #royai #fma #I PROMISE I WILL GET TO MY ASKBOX AND AO3 INBOX SOON I just #idek how to explain this #I got tasked to look thru 300+ emails for some due diligence nonsense and my eyes are dying LOL

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