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blackwolfstabs · 6 months

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30 Day Writing Challenge: Day 16

LAUGHTER

Sam has been in a bad mood all day, and Tara handles it. She's not mean, she's just a younger sister.

a.n. mentions tickling (if you don't like it, i don't need to hear about it. i respectfully ask that you kindly move on.)

“Alright, T, the chicken’s in the oven!” Mindy announced down the hall and pulled out her phone to set a timer. “It’ll be about 25 minutes.”

From inside her room, Tara hollered back, “‘Kay! I’ll be in there to start the rice in a minute!”

It was Friday night again, that one night of the week when the Carpenter sisters, Meeks-Martin twins, and Danny got together to do dinner and a movie night. They started that “tradition” a couple weeks after Mindy and Chad had gotten home from the hospital. It was held in celebration of making it to the weekend. The college students didn’t have to worry about waking up early, or homework, or due dates for two whole days, and that was something worth kicking-off with a chill night.

It usually went something like this: the night was held at the Carpenters’ apartment every week. It typically started at 5:00 PM, because that was when Mindy and Chad tended to show up. Then, a couple, few, or more would make dinner, and they’d sit down at the table and eat, while talking about anything and everything—venting about the week, celebrating the highs and lows, or just nonsense—until everybody was done. Lastly, came the movie. Usually, the decision on what to watch was rotated between Tara, Mindy, and Chad, because Sam and Danny couldn’t care less—and of course, they were teased for being older, so they were probably too tired to care.

However, they enjoyed it, nonetheless, and always managed to make it happen, no matter what. Tonight, dinner was on Mindy and Tara, and they agreed to make orange chicken.

Tara weaved her way from her bedroom and into the kitchen, where she pulled a pot out from the cabinet and took it to the sink. As she turned the handle to begin filling it up, there was a knock at the door.

From one of the living room chairs, Chad yelled, “It’s open!” And once the newcomer entered, he dropped back down to casual. “How’s it going, Danny?”

“Fine,” Danny replied, then was greeted by the other two in the room.

“What’s up?” Mindy called from the table, while Tara’s voice came from the sink.

“You’re late!” But then she stuck her head out from behind the wall, “No, I’m just playing, you’re good.” She went back to the sink, voice following as she did so, “It’s orange chicken tonight! We have to keep it fancy on Fridays.”

“We love to keep it fancy!” Mindy emphasized.

“Fancy Fridays!” the other put a name on it.

“Fancy Fridays!” she repeated.

And then Chad had to add, “Fancy Fridays with the Core Four Plus More!”

As the three cheered in agreement, Danny glanced around. They were missing one member of the said Core Four. “Where’s Sam?” he asked, while taking a seat in the chair that wasn’t occupied.

“She’s in the shower,” the younger male answered. And before he could explain any further, Tara took over.

“Yeah, and, full disclosure, she’s been in a bad mood all day long.” She set the now-full pot on the stove and left it to boil, while she made her way out of the kitchen to continue her warning. “I don’t know if you’ve talked to her, but…”

Danny shook his head, turning himself so he could look at her. “No, I haven’t. Is something going on with her?”

But Tara just shrugged, “Just tired. She overslept this morning, and I had to wake her up, which she did not like. And then, because she overslept, she had a bad headache. I texted her in class, later on, and she said her head had stopped hurting, but her attitude hasn’t changed. Usually, she’s just very quiet when she’s tired, but she’s been really irritable today.” She gestured to both of the twins, “And it’s not just me. She snapped at Chad and Mindy, too, before she went to take a shower.”

The other glanced from Tara to Mindy. “Is it that time? You know… of the month?” He was sure Chad was used to the subject, given his considered family was primarily made up of girls, but he always felt out of place mentioning it.

“No, that’s not for another two weeks,” the younger Carpenter replied casually, unfazed to exploit that kind of information that may or may not be sensitive.

Mindy made her way to the right end of the couch, “If she was upset about something serious, we’d be the first to know.” Then she shrugged, “She’s just grumpy, because it’s America, and she can be. 1st Amendment people!”

“1st Amendment, my ass,” Tara retorted, “This is the day of the week we always celebrate for surviving another fucking week!” She put one finger up to make a point, throwing it towards Sam’s shut bedroom door. “And she’s gonna be happy about it, whether she likes it or not. I’m calling it.” She went on to vow, “I’m gonna get her. I don’t know how, but she’s gonna get it.”

Chad scoffed, “Yeah, good luck with that. I’m staying out of it. Sam’s kinda scary when she’s mad, and I’m trying to live to see tomorrow.”

But his girlfriend rolled her eyes. “Come on, Chad. She’s not mad, she’s annoyed. And for someone who’s a sibling, you should know there’s nothing sweeter and more satisfying than annoying your sibling.” A mischievous smile pulled at her lips, and her eyebrows raised in unison to hint at some sort of younger-sibling antic that she had yet to figure out.

However, Danny, being the gentleman he was, tried to veer that plan of action off its train of formulation. “I don’t know, maybe she’ll feel better after having taken a shower.”

“Bet!” Chad nodded in agreement. “We’re gonna hope for that.”

His sister gave them a look and clicked her tongue, “Y’all are no fun…”

Tara had already gone back to the kitchen, leaving the rest to the passing time as she checked on the water. And it wasn’t long at all before the door at the end of the hallway opened.

Sam came out into the living room without saying a word. The only person she acknowledged was Danny, who got up to greet her. She stopped in front of him when he came up, managing a slight smile that was more of a failed attempt at one.

However, he took it anyway and leaned over to kiss her cheek, the scent of shampoo strong off her hair. When he met her eyes again, he asked, “Are you okay?”

She nodded but looked away as if it had been the thousandth time she had been asked that today. “Yeah, fine.” She looked back at him with a quick shrug, “I’m just tired.”

“Okay.” He backed away so she could continue on to where she was going, instantly detecting the irritability in her voice. It didn’t offend him, but as he watched her make way to the left end of the sofa, he found Mindy giving him an I-told-you-so look.

Meanwhile, Sam bent one leg beneath her as she sat down and brought the other one up off the floor, centering her focus on her phone.

“Feel better after your shower, Sam?” the girl to her left quizzed.

She didn’t look up from the screen. “Mm. More or less.”

The dryness in her voice was so neon against the laid-back behavior of the others, it made Mindy roll her eyes. “Oh, come on, Sam! Tonight’s supposed to be fun. Lighten up,” she told her.

This made her look up and shrug. “I said, I was fine,” she insisted. She had tried to make her voice sound lighter, but it didn’t come across that well.

“I know, but like… just relax! Smile. Have some fun,” Mindy encouraged. “I know you’re tired, but the night is here! It’s just us having a good time.” But when Sam unleashed a sigh and looked back down, she took it a step further. “Your boyfriend would like to see you smile, right, Danny?” she put her hand out towards the appointed being. “He hasn’t seen you all day. He shouldn’t be punished by his girlfriend’s bad attitude.”

“I don’t have a bad attitude!” Samantha snapped. “I’m just tired. I told him that, and I told all of you that.”

“Okay, so? We’re tired too. College ain’t easy, sister,” her friend countered with her smart mouth. “But the Core-Fuckin’-Four Plus One-Fuckin’-More wants to have a good night, and for that, we need smiles all around.” When she was answered with a wry scoff and a roll of the other’s eyes, she pressed, “Come on! Even if you have to fake-it ‘til you make it, I’ll let it slide tonight.”

The older Carpenter just sighed and stared at her, which made her bring Danny into it again. “Please? For him?” Her tone fluctuated in a sing-song voice, “He thinks it’s beautiful~”

“You know, trying to force me is only making me not want to, even more,” she retorted.

Now, Brackett jumped in, “Mindy, just leave her be.”

But—with Mindy being Mindy—leaving shit be without proper intervention wasn’t acceptable. She completely understood how Sam being tired and having headaches would leave her in a bad mood all day. That happened to everyone all the time, but this wasn’t just about that night… She wanted to see how far she could push her. She knew when enough was enough, but she and Tara both had a thing about persistence, and damn, did that give them a sterling charm. “Nope!” And that’s exactly who she’d bring into it. “Tara! Sam’s being a major drip!”

“Mindy…” Sam groaned. “Seriously?”

“You asked for it.”

“Snitch,” Chad accused his sister.

“Shut up,” was her reply.

Tara came out of the kitchen, immediately going behind her sister and leaning over the couch to rest her chin on top of her head. “Why are you being such a loser, Sammy?”

“I’m not! All I said was that I was tired! Why is that such a problem?”

She crossed her arms in front of her chest to hold her there. “All we’re asking is for you to actually try and enjoy the night. We just want you to be happy.” She was quiet for a brief moment before she jumped to statistics. “You know, my professor said that smiling is proven to decrease stress and release endorphins. So, Mindy’s got a point.”

“And if smiling sounds even more tiring?” Sam countered as she looked to her right, where Tara leaned over, so they could look at each other.

“Hmm…” her younger sister pondered for a moment, then came back with, “Well, I’m tired and yet—” She cut herself off to give a big smile that reminded them both of when they were little—how she would always smile like that to make her older sister do the same on a bad day. Then she relaxed. “Smiling isn’t that hard? Remember when I used to be able to make you smile just by doing it, myself?”

This actually made the other feel the starting upturn of her lips, but she looked away, feeling awkward about it.

But Tara caught it. “Perfect,” she enthused, “More of that, okay?” But she didn’t get any sign of a reply. “Okaaay?” Still nothing as her sister kept staring at her phone, but she knew she was getting somewhere just by noticing her avoiding eye contact. “Sam? Sammy?” She nudged her a little, still clinging to her.

Sam just shook her head in a ‘you’re ridiculous’ way.

Then, she took it to a more playful level, pulling her close and whispering into her ear. “You can’t ignore me.” She knew she couldn’t stand it when she’d whisper directly into her ear like that.

And that still showed to be true as her big sister cringed immediately, jerking her shoulder up and tilting her head as she tried to pull away. However, it had managed to prompt a smile from her as she shook her head like a dog in trying to get rid of the feeling of Tara’s breath teasing her ear.

That made a light bulb go off in Tara’s head, and she kept her hold on her captive as she looked up to Danny. “Hey, Danny,” she grabbed his attention with a spark of mischief in her eye, “If you didn’t know, your girlfriend’s ticklish.” She didn’t spare a second as she went on to prove the statement, the current placement of her arms allowing her fingers easy access to the older’s torso.

Samantha bit back the spontaneous urge to laugh, instinctively moving to block her. “T-Tara!”

“What?” Her sister didn’t let up as she took the upper hand. She dodged the defensive arms by removing her own from draping over her shoulders and slipping behind her. “I thought you were ignoring me,” she teased, now targeting her open sides.

The victim yelped, losing her balance in her uneven sitting position and faltering to lean into the arm of the sofa. Doing so had the feathering on her corresponding flank disappear and travel to her neck instead.

“You can’t ignore me, Sammy!” Tara crowed, hearing her sibling’s snickers start to turn into giggles. Every move Sam made, she made her own better, moving her small hands faster than she could react. But she was winning, nevertheless. Well… technically she’d already won.

The other was well aware that everyone was watching a weakness become an advantage, and that made her entire body run hot with embarrassment. She and Tara grew up driving each other mad—the way siblings typically did—so they knew the exact places to hit. But it felt childish and made her feel very vulnerable in this moment, especially under a reputation as strict as her own. By now, she had been forced into an awkward lying position, pulling her knees up and hugging her torso to keep from being assaulted any more. But it was to no avail. “Sta-haah—” was all she could get out before she broke off into a silent laugh. Tara was targeting her neck with one hand, while the other went from her ribs to the slip of exposed skin that had been revealed from her cropped tank top, and then to wherever else she could harness. Her voice only came out as a wheeze as she managed, “Stop!”

But Tara wasn’t done playing her cards. “I’m sorry, what?” She acted innocent. “I can’t hear you.” She may seem a bit mean for doing this, considering she would pass the opportunity for it to be her on the wrong side of the gun, but it had been forever since she’d heard her sister laugh. Literally, she couldn’t remember the last time she genuinely laughed, and she had forgotten how it sounded. If she were honest, it was healing to see her get back in-touch with her youthful side. “Maybe stop laughing real quick so I can understand you?”

“Taraaa-ha-ha!”

“Listening!” she replied.

From the other end of the couch, Mindy decided to tag-team with the younger Carpenter. “Hang on, Tara, let me help you out.” She grabbed Sam’s ankle and pulled it to straighten her knee, allowing more access to the owner’s expense. “Now, get her.”

The underdog found her voice, giving a small whine as she was ganged-up on. “No-ho! Mindyyy!” This alteration left the majority of her lower abdomen exposed, which was gladly taken advantage of, drowning her into another laughing fit.

Over yonder, Chad and Danny exchanged glances, before Chad backed Sam up for both of them, “Come on, guys, now that’s just mean.”

Tara shrugged, retorting, “She was mean first.” Beneath her, Sam bucked and twisted to face the back of the sofa, trying to pull her ankle out of Mindy’s grip. “This is her problem.”

Finally, her sister got some air in her lungs. “Okay! Oka-ha-hay, stop!” she barked, “I got it!”

But she was ignored as Mindy took it upon herself to skitter her own sly nails up her leg. “Tickle, tickle!”

Samantha went deathly hot in embarrassment upon hearing this, but she couldn’t break her instinctive temptation as she yelped. “Mindy, stop it!”

“Can we get a ‘please’, Sammy?” her little sister above quizzed, snaking her fingertips beneath her arms.

But before the other could deliver that desire, Chad took matters into his own hands. “Okay, you know what? That’s it.” He got up from his chair and went straight to Tara, scooping her up in his arms. “You’re going in Air Jail!” He pulled her away from the sofa. “Hey, feel free to give Mindy a smack to the head,” he called to Danny.

“Hey!” Tara fidgeted in her boyfriend’s hold. “Chaaad… you ruined it!”

“No, I don’t wanna hear it. You leave Sam alone,” he scolded and carried her to the kitchen. “You get back to making the rice, you little ankle-biter.”

With the initial instigator having been taken away, Mindy backed off too without any intervention, releasing her friend’s ankle and going back to her business with a smirk. “Wow, Sam…” she began, crossing one leg over the other to view the owner of the name panting as she recovered from the onslaught. “I didn’t know you were that ticklish.”

The older Carpenter ignored her as she pushed herself up from her lying position, tugging the hem of her black top down and pulling her legs closer to her body. She sighed a recovering sigh and pulled her long hair back with her fingers, before glancing over her shoulder to Mindy. “Don’t ever do that again,” she warned.

“No, I know.”

“I’m serious.”

“I won’t.”

But the smile the female twin wore wasn’t convincing in the slightest. She was like a fox; she had a million things up her sleeve. But when it came to her family, she meant them in the best way.

From his place, Danny watched his girlfriend resituate herself to her former position, shaking her head to let her hair fall back into its natural placement. “Are you alright, baby?” He wouldn’t say it out loud, but he had to agree with Mindy about not expecting the reaction given to be given. There was a first time for everything, but it put pieces from other reactions together. He figured her secret sensitivity was probably why she flinched when he kissed her neck, or shifted when he stroked her side, or tensed when he squeezed her thigh. However, he couldn’t say he didn’t take pleasure in seeing her smile or hearing her laugh, even if it was at Tara’s unruly persistence.

Samantha nodded but avoided making any eye contact. “Yeah, fine.” She leaned her head into her hand as she revisited her phone, her face still red from embarrassment. She glanced out of the corner of her eye at her 2nd tormentor. “Happy now?”

She gave an approving nod. “Yep. Now, cut the attitude, miss ma’am.”

The older just shook her head. “You give me a headache,” she accused, earning a chuckle from across the couch.

Chad’s voice came from the kitchen. “Mindy, come make yourself useful and check the chicken!”

And surprisingly, his sister obeyed, purposefully taking the long way around to give Sam’s head a good-dog-like pat on the head. “Love ya,” she promised as she rounded the sofa.

“Mm-hmm,” was the hummed reply. After she’d disappeared into the kitchen, Sam sighed, hesitant to raise her gaze to meet Danny’s, which she knew was on her. However, they were the only ones in the living room at the moment, so she did.

He smiled at her. “I guess it’s true that you learn something new every day, huh?”

“That depends on who you ask.”

“Maybe I should talk with your sister more often?” he teased, which made her roll her eyes and pull a smile.

“Don’t get any ideas,” she warned, “You can do your homework, but I bite more than I bark.”

He nodded with a chuckle, “Yeah, that’s true.”

Carpenter tilted her head in that gesturing way she was known for, before resuming focus. It was safe to say that she was even more tired than she had been a few minutes ago, thanks to Tara and Mindy’s shenanigans, but she had to admit, she didn’t feel as aggressive. Maybe it was from the adrenaline. Maybe it was the forced change in behavior, which was more like a punishment, if you asked her. Or maybe it was simply what her little sister had stated: smiling decreased stress and increased endorphins released by the brain.

Maybe the exact thing she wouldn’t spare was the exact thing she needed. Of course… there were different ways they could’ve done it.

reeeeeeee idk how i feel about this one, but i think that's just me being anxious af about being judged 🫣 i have reasons for writing everything i do, so this wasn't me regurgitating something thoughtless, i promise.

all i'm gonna say is that i've grown up with younger siblings and have witnessed the playful dynamics between other siblings as well.

All my love and my best! ♡ - parker

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shameonmeeguiltypleasure · 2 years

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That last chapter, oh lordy. I love how manipulative Colin and Penelope are with each other. I sincerely believe Colin would do his best to knock Penelope up, so that she would have to marry him. Especially one he finds out about Whistledown, a baby seems the most logical option to keep Penelope safe from running around dangerous parts of London. Likewise Penelope would be trying her best to seduce Colin so he would sleep with her and (hopefully) get her pregnant so she can bind him to her permanently cause Colin discovers he loves seeing Penelope pregnant as much as she does. It's frankly a miracle they only had four and their children have all at some point walked in on them. At some point Thomas has to remind his own father "father please stop staring at mother's decolletage, we are at a BALL!"

See! this is the exact kind of funny/idiot dynamic I imagine for Polin. We rag on Colin alot for taking forever to see something so obvious but I mean, Pen has her moments too. (Confession: My Penelope is literally just... Doing what Colin does to her and flipping it back on him 😂)

What always gets me taking a break (because I'm laughing too hard) when writing SMB is Eloise. Legit, this girl is THE #1 mastermind of everything Polin. No one is working harder than Eloise to see Colin Suffer but also earn his happy ending as well as encouraging Penelope to grow in confidence and want more in life, even if it might not be Colin.

It really is ridiculously funny that they're doing so much sneaky stuff when they both have the same goal 😂 and Eloise is watching both their actions and just helping or blocking them depending on her mood for the day or her sympathy levels 🤣😂

Canonically, i think it's implied that Eloise and Penelope didn't see each other often, but kept in contact through letters, after they married. I mean it is a change from living across the street from each other than having one live in the country while the other is in the city.

I honestly thought that was sad.

Which is why I want to really emphasise the importance Penloise have for each other in SMB.

I honestly can't wait to write my version of Eloise's book, only because you get to see just how much Eloise did for Polin and why she chose Penelope as her soul-sister.

I didn't like what the show did to Peneloise (I get it was for character development but seriously 😒🙄 I hate seeing female friendships break-up over silly secrets). Im also tired of reading Penelope heavy fics where the focus is the Pen half of Penloise. I don't think enough people write or explore Eloise's contributions to the Penloise friendship because of the show.

But also.... Isn't it only right for Dark Penelope to return the favour and ensure her soul-sister will be well taken care of......👀👀👀

I do hope Sir Phillip is prepared...

#answered #polin #bridgerton #romancing mr bridgerton #seducing mr bridgerton #fanfiction #ao3 #the author rambles

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valeskhoe · 1 year

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I think i developped an hyperfixation by writing that one fic and it's taking my whole strength not to project my transness onto one of those idiots in a fic

#gimbappe #kylian mbappe #olivier giroud #the author rambles #i have both a crush on and gender envy from Olivier just existing and looking like *THIS*

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johndnormal · 1 year

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Just started digital art thought I make another bestiary page

#bestiary #demonology #occult #worldbuilding #digital art #digital illustration #the author rambles #new to digital art

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notaisho · 1 year

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☆｡･:*:･ﾟ’★,｡･:*:･ﾟ’☆ Hi everyone ☆｡･:*:･ﾟ’★,｡･:*:･ﾟ’☆

I'm glad to find you here at the start of the new year and sorry for my absence the past month because of my work schedule. But don't worry, I'm coming back as the place I work as a barman/barista is entereing slow season. My mental state was also very affected by health issues, but I'm starting to be all better now.

I hope 2023 is going to be generous to all of us and the artists with follow with passion. Concerning my writings, I truly hope I can keep up with a regular updating schedule that includes posting twice a month about a main story (please remember to check out WYLM) but also from time to time to include one shots. If I can keep up with this type of schedule, it means I would be able to still post while being oversea.

Some might known here, but I try to travel to Korea as often as I can. Last summer after the pandemic finally calmed down I was able to stay in Korea for a month and I hope I can do that during summer of 2023.

In my personnal life, I will work hard to achieve my goal to become a bookshop owner. My next step is just around the corner and I hope I can update you with good news when I release a project or when some of you ask. I also opened up a Kofi this year, I will try to come up with interesting content (or you can suggest it) so if you enjoy my work and want to show some support, please click on the link in my bio.

Hope happiness and joy find you.

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#kpop smut #kpop scenarios #kpop imagines #bts scenarios #bts smut #exo scenarios #wylm #awdsh #new series #writing news #new year greetings #jagganim #the author rambles #happy 2023

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saviourkingslut · 1 year

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yeah yeah opening a fic and "he would not fucking say that" but what about you open the fic and "he would fucking say that". what about that pure feeling of euphoria when it's exactly right the way you like it

#would kill for the authors who manage to get my faves and their vocabulary/speech patterns exactly right #curry rambles #opened a few h50 fics that i Did Not Feel but then i got one and it was right from the first sentence so im Feeling It rn

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bonesandthebees · 3 months

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ao3 commenters PSA: even on older fics with a ton of comments the authors still get the notifs for every single comment

re: the person who just left a multi paragraph comment on one of my older fics talking about how much they disliked the ending and detailing several alternate endings they came up with instead that they thought would be better, and ending the comment with "no one is going to see this but oh well" authors see your comments yes even on old fics and it really doesn't feel good to see a comment like that even years after I finished the fic

#as always you can dislike a fic idc if you complain to your friends about how much you hated one of my fics or whatever #but don't comment it on my fucking fic??#theres a proper place for that stuff and it's not shoving it in the authors face #ughhhh #ramblings

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bababaka · 8 months

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Yall need to interact with fanfiction author's more.

So. After the ddos attack on ao3.

I was encouraged to write more comments and make my love known to fanfic writers.

I dont really like commenting. Because im a bit shy and soooo lazy.

Now though. I am writing more comments. And dude. This is so heartwarming. Ya'll need to treat writers better. They are doing the lord's work.

Take for an example, couple of days prior, i was searching for something interesting to read, and found an oneshot quite compelling.

I read it. At the end of it, i was blown away by how good it was. It promised me something and it went beyond my expectations. But then i saw a crime, zero fucking comments!

At that moment, i wasn't feeling up to writing a comment. Because, normally i like to write huge paragraphs. But because im lazy i decided to be brief.

Next day, the author answered that the comment lift their mood for the whole day.

That warmed my heart.

Duuuuuuuude! Write comments! Suport the writers of the fics you like! No need to be something super elaborate. Just give your thoughts. Freak out. Ramble. Ask something. Make theories. Compliment. Make a joke about how you wished to give kudos every chapter but ao3 sucks(not true bby) and won't let you.

Truly. Just. Comment. It can make someone's day. And that is part of the apeal of writing fics. Interacting with people.

Just give love to fanfic writers yall. They deserve this and so much more.

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manufacturedrainbows · 1 month

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My fellow fanfic authors, I'm begging on my hands and knees – and Ima hold your hand as I say this – you gotta respond to the readers that leave comments on your work.

I know social anxiety is the worst (trust, my autistic ass understands) but I promise you, nothing deters a reader from commenting more than seeing a comment section with no replies as you continue to post fanfics. Even if it's as simple as "thanks for reading!" or just some cute emojis, it'll show that you're actually engaging with your audience!

We work so hard on our writing, and those of us that post them online want it to be seen, right? Indulging in our little fandoms is how we build connections with people that feel the same way.

It might be hard or even scary, but I find the more you socialize with others (especially in a more controlled environment like a comment section), the easier it gets! 💕

#so go out there and respond to them comments!! you got this!! 🫶💖✨️#fanfic #fanfiction #ao3 #writing #writing community #fandom #comments #fanfic readers #fanfic authors #social anxiety #autism #neurodivergent #rambles #my writing

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shameonmeeguiltypleasure · 1 year

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SMB Author Rambles: About the Featheringtons.....

In preparation for Chapter 12 of ‘Seducing Mr Bridgerton,’ I’m currently in research mode.

Having said that, I can’t wait to re-introduce to readers the Featherington women as some might never have considered. I’m still going to be blending show and book cannon with my SMB verse which should be interesting.

I’ve done a lot of exploring regarding Portia Featherington, and I fully endorse that SMB Portia is a viper in disguise. A warrior Mama who would not hesitate to play a villain’s role for her daughters if it meant they would be able to survive the Ton, Marriage and society. She’s the definition of tough love and a master at using sharp words to cut deep till one bleeds.

I’m hoping to get Chapter 12 out before the 12th of March, but anticipate cutting a lot of scenes out so we don’t lose focus of Colin and Penelope’s storyline.

Once SMB is finished, I’ll start posting all the side stories, side POVs and extra scenes that didn’t make the cut for everyone to read :)

I have an ENTIRE re-vamped backstory for the Featherington family. One that shows depth to all the Featherington women, and gives more insight into Mr Featherington’s terrible life choices. It will also help you understand how SMB Penelope came to exist and how UNRELIABLE she is as a narrator when it comes to her family.

At this point, we’ve all read how important Penelope is to Felicity. I’ve already shown that Felicity is very much a bratty and incredibly protective little sister when she wants to be. Especially when it comes to Penelope.

Whelp.... Prudence and Philippa can’t wait to make their debut.

I love giving characters layers, and am very interested to see what you have to say next chapter :)

A little hint for the Featherington Women’s current vibes:

Portia: Briarly! Get me more Sherry!..... And my husband’s pipe and good whiskey.

Prudence: Of all the fucking bachelors! It had to be HIM! Ugh!! *disgusted expression* Truly Penny dear, I thought you had hoped you had standards at least.

Philippa: Did you know bears hibernate in winter? We can always abandon him at a cave, perhaps he will make a rather good coat for some poor beast?

Penelope: Have you all gone mad!??!!??!?

Felicity: Oh relax Penny, *loads shotgun with a click* it’s only a bit of fun. He’s going to be family, might as well give a proper introduction.

#seducing mr bridgerton #the author rambles #chapter progress

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scarletevening · 5 months

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gentle [ kyle 'gaz' gerrick ]

hes the biggest, whiniest, bf i just know it

cw: none, domestic, established relationship, gn! reader.

Kyle can't even wait until he's fully dried off before he tugs on his clothes, jumping through the door of your shared bathroom, feet thumping on the hardwood floor as he head to your bedroom. He grins, almost maniacally, leaping onto the bed as you stare at him in horror, "Kyle!" You laugh together, your hands in the air as you fear his bellowing weight crashing onto you. He cackles into your skin, muscular arms caging around your waist as he tugged you into his chest, "God, I've fuckin' missed ya." He smiles into your hair, pulling back to gently press his lips to yours. Kyle squeezes you, groaning and growling playfully as he pulled your over to lay on top of him. You laughed, crying out his name as you collided with him again. Lips met each other once again, messy and smiling as his hands dug into your hair. He couldn't help it, how in the very moment his hands met your skin, his eyes swelled with tears. He didn't want you to see, the man you called your big brave boyfriend, Kyle, crying at the sight of your gentle body hidden in the far too thick comforter. Kyle couldn't help it, tears sinking down his flushed cheeks as he kisses you with the passion of the months he couldn't. You pull away from him, his lips following yours in reluctance. He whines, so pathetic and desperate for you love that you can only laugh. Just a moment, enough for you lips to whisper before his lips pressed against your again, "I've missed you too."

i want him, i wanna cuddle with him and kiss his forehead before bed.