#unattainable fic related

[fairy-writes]

Pspspspspspsp I saw that you write for balance unlimited 👀

Can I pls have a oneshot of love at first sight with daisuke? There's a lack of Tumblr fics of this anime plsss I beg for more

LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT

Reblogs and Comments are greatly appreciated!!

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Requester: irethepotato

Fandom(s): Millionaire Detective: Balance Unlimited

Pairing(s): Kambe Daisuke x Gender Neutral!Reader

Genre(s): Fluff, pining(?), love at first sight trope

I’d be happy to write for Balance Unlimited! I’m still getting a hand on Daisuke’s character, so this might be OOC, but I’ll try my best!

Also, you are slightly shorter than Daisuke in this. He does wear shoe inserts that make him roughly 5’7”.

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You saw him at a convention. No, not like ComicCon, but a gala, or rather a business function. He rolled up in a Chevy Corvette and stepped out, handing the keys off to the valet and buttoning the front of his pitch-black tuxedo suitcoat.

He was handsome, with slicked-back dark hair and mysterious eyes hidden behind sunglasses. And… did he have a pierced ear? Even more attractive. 

He had a woman next to him who had stepped out of the passenger side of the sports car. She was dressed in a sleek black dress and long black hair styled in an intricate updo. They looked alike, close enough to be related. You adjusted the hem of your own blazer and turned to grab a glass of champagne. 

There was no point in fantasizing over the unattainable. 

He was way out of your league anyway. 

You join in on the dancing, spinning away with dance partners as the hours pass, and you search for an opening. However, a wrench in your plans is apparent when you are twirled into the arms of the handsome young man you had spotted earlier. 

He’s even more handsome up close, and you can smell his expensive cologne. His sunglasses are nowhere to be found, probably folded away inside the inside pocket of his tux. 

But that’s not what throws a wrench in your plans. Instead, it’s the moment you meet his eyes. They’re a steely blueish-gray and all the more alluring. Fireworks erupt in your belly, and you almost trip over your feet. However, you are quick to recover without him noticing. 

You knew this feeling. It was the feeling of falling in love. You had felt it before, with your first love, who has long gone and left with your heart in pieces. It had taken years to heal yourself, and now you were scared of it breaking again. You couldn’t fall in love! You simply couldn’t!

But as you watch the man’s eyes widen almost inconspicuously, you realize he feels it too and quickly decide to break this off. 

“Sorry, I’ve forgotten something.” You quickly excuse yourself and head toward a side door. But, before you shut the door behind you, you look behind and catch his gaze once again. The door hurriedly closes behind you, and you are locked in a dead sprint. 

It doesn’t take long to find the host’s computer. But someone is already there. The woman who was with the man earlier (you really had to learn their names, this was getting exhausting). She was bent over a keyboard, tapping rapidly and lines of code appeared across the screen. The lights were off, save for the computer monitors (obviously), so you were bathed in blue light. 

The door slams shut behind you, and you jump, the woman does as well, turning, and her gaze flashes with surprise as you meet her eyes. Then you whip around to see who had shut the door, and you spot the man. 

He’s as good-looking as ever. That’s the infuriating part. 

“Do you have what you need?” His voice is deep, alluring, and smooth as honey. Damn it. He just keeps getting more attractive. But never mind that you have things to focus on! The woman unplugs and tosses a flash drive stick to him that he catches without looking. His eyes are trained on you as he slips it into his inside tuxedo pocket.  

“Just who are you?” You say, portraying an air of confidence. After all, you might as well put on a show, right? Throw them off your tracks, and don’t let them see how nervous you are, right?

“Kambe Daisuke. Who are you?” He says—more like demands—and you oblige. Equivalent exchange is polite, right? There’s no need to be rude. He says your name, and you shiver at the sound of it coming from his mouth. It sounded so sexy you couldn’t help but want to hear more. 

“Well, it’s nice to meet you, Daisuke, but I must be going now, so if you’ll excuse me—” His hand catches your wrist and yanks you back as you try to leave. You stumble, looking up into his eyes as your noses brush.

Your lips brush the corner of his own, and you are slipping away before he even registers what’s happening. His eyes are wide and uncharacteristically shocked. The woman behind you chokes on her own saliva as she stands, shocked. 

You’re gone before he realizes the flash drive is gone. You twirl it between your fingers, slip it into your inside pocket, and sprint down the hall. Finally, you make it to your car and peel out of the gala roundabout just as he bursts through the doors. 

His eyes are locked on your disappearing vehicle the entire time. 

Mission accomplished.

#millionaire detective #balance unlimited #daisuke kambe #daisuke kambe x reader #kambe daisuke #kambe daisuke x reader #daisuke x reader #kambe x reader #balance unlimited x reader #fairy writes

[empress-simps]

harry oneshot based on the song gold rush by taylor swift?? i always associate that song with him because no joke he captured my entire heart and soul he's so... i can't even begin to describe him.

maybe this could take place during 6th year/hbp and the reader secretly grew to have a deep admiration for him since the triwizard tournament. she yearns for him, holds him in a higher regard than practically anyone else at that school, but doesn't dare to pursue the crush because he is simply too unattainable. and harry, although nobody knows, quietly returns the feelings, viewing her in the same "gold rush" light. (ngl i'm imaging the reader to still be filipina and ravenclaw but really, it's up to you :D)

i think i'm rambling at this point but some details i thought of are stuff sort of relating to/referencing the lyrics like "At dinner parties / I call you out on your contrarian shit" meant engaging in witty conversation with harry during the slug club's dinner parties... and yeah that's it xx

Tbh, I can relate; I associate songs with a character that captures my heart🏃🏻‍♀️🫣 I also listen to songs when I write fics, it helps me think and get in the mood (also feeds my delusion-) Now, I haven’t really listened to gold rush, I sat down and listened to it, (I’m a mirrorball and archer girlie) I hope I did this fic some justice, Thank you for requesting, honey! Sorry it took so long😣 (You’re making me fall in love with him honestly)

Glint of Gold

Pairing: Harry Potter x Fem! Reader CW: None that I could think of. Possibly some typos/grammatical errors as I literally published this the second I finished writing. Summary: You’ve always felt entranced with the boy who lived- You held Harry in such a high regard it seemed that he belonged in the stars. Harry, who was marked by destiny and burdened by battles, sees you too- a glimmering presence in his gloomy and stormy world, a rush of gold in a grey.

Harry James Potter; the boy who lived. The beacon of light, hope, and resilience. His very name was a symbol of survival against immeasurable odds. It was no wonder that he was admired, he has this talent for pulling people in.

In the eyes of the world, he was the chosen one, the hero of a story still being written. But to you, he was Harry—just Harry. The boy with the lightning scar, the untidy hair, and the earnest eyes that held galaxies of unspoken emotions. You saw beyond the legend, unearthing another layer to the boy who laughed and loved, who felt pain and loss.

You know everybody wants him. Everybody wondered what it would be like to be noticed, loved, or be deemed important to him. It is a certain thought that made negative emotions swirl inside you, but who are you to judge? You’re one of those people, it would make you a hypocrite.

In the golden glow of the great hall, you watch him across your house’s table. Murmurs of hushed conversations were strewn across the vastness of the hall, clinking of silverware across the tables was nothing compared to the sound of your heartbeat pulsing in your ears as your eyes were met with his.

You tried to deny it, but you wanted him. It might sound stupid but the only thing that’s holding you back is the fear of the unknown, the what-ifs swirled and haunted your thoughts. What if he saw you as nothing more than a fellow student? What if your feelings were as invisible as a Disillusionment Charm?  What if you were just another face in the crowd to him? The idea of rejection was paralyzing.

You’d rehearse conversations in your mind, imagining witty banter and shared secrets. Yet, when faced with Harry’s actual presence, your tongue would twist into knots, and you’d blurt out something absurd like, “Did you know that Hippogriffs can dance the waltz?” Making Harry chuckle and you a blushing mess as you stammered the next words that came to mind.

You were known for your wit, yet words failed you every time you tried to speak to him. He was Harry Potter, and you were just another student who admired him from afar.

“Harry’s quite good looking, yeah?” Your friend casually comments, eyeing you as she eats some of her pudding for dessert. Your eyes widened, feeling your heartbeat quicken, words spewed out of your mouth, desperately trying to defend yourself.

“Huh?!? I wasn’t looking at him- honest!”

Your other friend shot you a knowing look, “Sure, whatever helps you sleep at night, Y/n.”

But as you lay in your bed that night, staring at the canopy above, you couldn't help but let your mind wander to the possibility of 'what if he knows me? Likes me?'. The thought sent a thrill through you, a rush of adrenaline that felt like flying. You imagined the softness of his smile, how the warmth of his hands holding yours will also warm your heart, and the way your name sounded when it rolls off his tongue.

Being invited to Professor Slughorn’s Slug Club dinner party came as a surprise for you. Although you were delighted since that would mean you’ll have an excuse to mingle with other students (read as Harry, lol.). The room buzzed with chatter, but none of that mattered as you were immersed in the conversation between you, Harry, and the other students.

You finally found your voice, leaning in, a mischievous glint was present in your eye. "You know, Harry," she teased, "for a guy who's all about breaking rules, your take on potions is pretty out there."

Harry's laughter was infectious, the kind that made you want to join in. "Yeah?" he shot back with a smile, “Well, I've never been one to just follow the recipe. Where's the fun in that?" She couldn't help but laugh too, he leaned back, arms crossed, a mock-serious look on his face. "You could say that. I'm all about stirring things up. Literally."

For a moment, the world felt like it was yours and Harry's alone.

As the year progressed, your moments together became a series of stolen treasures—a glance, a smile, a conversation that lingered in thoughts. Each encounter was a brushstroke in a larger portrait of what could be, a potential future painted in hues of hope and yearning.

You clearly understood the weight he carried on his young shoulders with your intelligence. And he, in turn, recognized the light you brought into his shadowed existence. It is a contrast of light and dark, a blend of strength and softness.

There was never a dull moment when you had class with Gryffindor students, especially in Charms. Watching him from afar, you stole glances, heart like a fluttering moth drawn to the flame of his presence. So, when Professor Flitwick announced he will pair students each from your house and the Gryffindor’s, you felt your heartbeat thud quickly. Even more so when he announced you would be paired with the Golden Boy himself.

The next day, you found a note tucked into your Charms book. It was written in a messy scrawl that you'd recognize anywhere—Harry's handwriting. "Meet me by the lake after dinner?" it read. Your heart leapt. Maybe, just maybe, this was the start of something.

Under the moon’s silvery glow, you ambled your way to the Black Lake. The crumpled note in your pocket with Harry’s handwriting was smudged due to you reading it countless times. You waited for him patiently, looking at the moon, humming and trying to keep yourself occupied. After what seems to be like an eternity later, he arrived. His hair was ruffled, looking like he had just run from the Gryffindor tower all the way to your location. His silhouette framed by moonlight; your heart somersaulted.

“Y/n,” he said, his voice soft. “Thanks for coming, I wanted to talk.”

You nod, feeling your tongue suddenly heavy with words unsaid. “About what?”

He bit his lip, a habit of his that you noticed he tend to do when he’s nervous. “You know, the important stuff.”

And then, he pulled out his Charms textbook—the pages worn and dog-eared from years of use. “I thought we could go over some charms we need to perform for Professor Flitwick,” he said. “You know, practice makes perfect.” Harry shrugs, offering a smile.

Your heart skipped a beat. “But we’ve already mastered almost everything.” Raising your eyebrow, you protested. “Why revisit it?” Harry’s eyes sparkled.

Because it’s not about wand movements or anything of the sort. It’s about bridging the gap between us.  Harry thought.

“There’s one thing the textbook doesn’t teach,” He confesses, trying to calm his pounding heart.

“What’s that?” you raised an eyebrow.

He hesitated, then slowly and surely cupped your face in his hands. “The magic of connection,” he said.  Then, he kissed you—a soft, lingering kiss. The Charms book lay forgotten in the grass. Pulling away, he smiles, taking your hand in his, running his thumb across your knuckles.

“I don’t know what our future holds,” he starts, “But I do know I want you to be in mine.”

“Together?”

“Together.”

The Golden Boy was no longer a distant constellation. He was here, real, and beside you; the sole witnesses of the exchange are the moon and the black lake.

It wasn't a grand declaration, but it was real and honest, and to you, it was everything.

#harry potter x reader #harry potter x y/n #harry x reader #harry potter x you #harry potter #harry potter fluff #ron weasley #hermione granger #hp fanfic

[ohmeadows]

I was reading all the lore books of the Xianzhou for fic research and one volume in particular, Glimpses into the beyond, has my brain running circles, so why not share my notes

It's a manuscript written by Fu Xuan, touching on divination and Aeons

I loved this quote: "Humans walk the Paths, while stars cross the sky: Observing these situations can produce future predictions. All of this is based on the diviner's ascertainment of the present situation (or the past, because the present is constantly becoming the past)."

Implied that diviners must stay constantly in tune with the present lest they loose their footings

Mentions the founder of the Divination Commission, a master Xuan Yao, who said "Only the universe and the Aeons cannot be foretold."

Fu Xuan writes that the universe birthed the Aeons, not vice versa.

She further writes that omniscience is unattainable

While writing about the Yaoshi, she brings up the fact that any attempt to divine the Abundance's future is an unforgiveable felony onboard the Xianzhou. Any attempt to do so can be lethal for the diviner, and if they survive, they will face the full wrath of the Ten Lords Commission. (The other Aeons are kind of forbidden to divine, but the punishment is less severe and may even be suspended.)

She mentions that hubris often strikes diviners during their first 100 years on the job; likely implication being that she has been doing it for at the barest of minimums that time, and more probable way longer?

The rest of Fu Xuan's observations are musings on the nature of Aeons and relate a lot to the future of the Xianzhou:

Sorting of the Aeons into three categories, which the Xianzhou still uses:

"Arbiters: Determining mortal births and deaths, which are highly connected to the rise and fall of civilizations." Lan, Qlipoth.

"The Sacrosancts: Difficult to predict as good or evil; often unable to even know where they head for." Nous, Akivili, Aha, Idrila.

"The Authors of Calamity: The main culprit behind all disasters. Avoid, or be annihilated." Yaoshi, Nanook, Tayzzyronth.

Lan appeared in Year 3400 Star Calendar, and ever since the Divination Commission monitors and interprets what Lan's arrows mean.

Fu Xuan muses that while Qlipoth themselves strives for isolation between worlds with no contact, IPC, their foremost faction, facilitates contact and trade between worlds seemingly without drawing the ire of Qlipoth at all.

When the Xianzhou fleet set sail they witnessed Qlipoth's Echidna Skywall that seperates the worlds from the void.

Fu Xuan herself has seen Nous, the machine-like Aeon. "Contrary to standard thinking, Nous is not a god that provides solutions. On the contrary, all they offer is an infinite number of questions." Overall she speaks very highly of Nous and encourages diviners to take after them.

Akivili is shrouded in legends, but Fu Xuan mentions that both the IPC and Xianzhou fleet navigate space by the star rail ("chromatic echelons").

Deems Aha to be the Aeon closest to mortals, mentioning how Aha's followers instigated a riot that ended with a troll virus being spread in the local robot army.

While Idrila is fallen, it's implied that through gathering and using the relics left behind, they might come back.

This quote is just fascinating in the implications of Idrila: "According to ancient myth, Idrila once attributed the beauty of all the starzones to themselves, showing heroes, villains, and mortals the meaning and aesthetics contained within the cosmic landscape, and driving them to complete astonishing (but often devastating) achievements for Idrila's own pleasure. This myth may reveal the true meaning behind the Path of Beauty: The integration of consciousness, insight, and values."

There is some strange and remote connection between the Yaoshi and the Xianzhou people, apparently, one that physics cannot yet explain.

Nanook is the most recently ascended Aeon. Fu Xuan muses that the followers of Nanook are becoming an increasing problem, the fleet has lost contact with many worlds ravaged by the Antimatter Legion, and that in the near future it's likely they will have to face Nanook's forces.

Tayzzyronth, while dead, still has seeded worlds which in turn become hellscapes if not destroyed. Also their scions are still alive, and there are scholar theories that they can come back at any time.

Fu Xuan once inspected a piece of amber that was a piece from the "Imperator Insectorum's Prison Cell." The omniscia implanted in my forehead could not see the future of this item, which only serves to corroborate the scholar's claims. All I can do is pray in silence to the Reignbow that such a day will not come soon.

#fu xuan #honkai star rail #notes for future fics.... #honkai star rail lore

[peach-comix]

The Beast Beneath [fem!Tav X Emperor, slight NSFW]

this fic is NSFW but it is not smut 👍 the sex is for PLOT RELATED REASONS and is symbolic (btw act 3 spoilers)

Also crossposted on AO3.

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“Is there any part of your body that is not perfect?” She asked, her fingers trailing from his scalp down to his face, and her thumb finding its way to rest beneath his chiselled jawline.

“I could ask the same of you,” he replied with a sly smirk, voice weighted with reverence and depth: touches tender and almost… devout.

As for him, the monster hiding under her bed (or, hiding under the face of her lover in this moment), who knew what he thought of her?

But in this fleeting moment, she felt… loved. She felt seen. And so she closed her eyes and continued the fairytale.

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Since their first night together, Tav and the Emperor have fallen into a routine together. Perhaps it is genuine lust for the being who was only conjured to seduce and tempt her, or perhaps she has fallen in genuine love with the beast beneath. But for now, at least, Tav has been summoned back into the Astral Prism, that her protector might pay his toll for her loyalty and subservience.

Too bad for Tav that she was always a sucker for a man in armour…

When they would crash into one another like a powerful wave hitting the shoreline, she could run her hands up and down his torso… up his strong neck, through his tousled locks… and almost imagine that she was cradling that gallant knight in resplendent armour.

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[[Perhaps you would prefer my… other form?]] He’d asked, the first night they shared. The night in which he’d come to her, having abandoned his usual armour. She had been peering through his tentacles, and trying to find a mouth she could plunge her tongue into… Treating him too much like a human being. She’d only seen those sharp rows of teeth, reminiscent of a shark’s maw — and her mind could only conjure unsettling visions of them rending through her skin and tissue asunder. He seemed to sense her confusion and… perhaps, her revulsion. [[It might be more familiar for you to navigate.]]

She had found some solace in that. He was far from human: his digits too foreign, head too alien. Mind flayers hailed from realms beyond, she recalled reading, and now she understood it. As she gazed into the dim glow of his amethyst eyes, shimmering admist the ethereal haze of the astral plane, she sensed a stark absence of… emotion. In that suspended moment — airborne with him — the undeniable reality struck her. He is not human. And maybe that was visually obvious. But even down to his very core: he had been human, once, but now the man he’d been was gone. Far, far, far gone.

He was no gallant knight astride a noble steed, asking her to “let down your hair!”. He was an eldritch horror, asking her to claim for him a crown.

She felt the air beneath her feet and felt her lungs empty of breath.

No, he was no dashing knight. He was a beast. A horror.

And yet, as she looked into those eyes, she could see the knight she had dreamed of before the honour guards’ attack.

With a breath that quivered in the astral air and words that lingered with a profound weight, she finally answered. “Yes, please.”

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And the monster was gone. Leaving behind a figure straight from the pages of her cherished novels. Even now, a few weeks into their strange… arrangement, he remained an amalgamation of every man she had ever found attractive; every feature she had ever held in admiration. A canvas painted with strokes stolen from her memories of desire, adoration, and affection. A hauntingly beautiful visage, embodiment of divinity and boundless allure, that seemed… beyond reach. Unattainable. As though her very touch - a touch from such a mortal, limited, and imperfect being, might somehow sully this wondrous creation.

Perched atop him, her thighs astride his large form, she delicately combed her fingers through his hair. Soft: a texture akin to the finest cashmere. Or silk. Even his very touch - even the texture of his hair - was tailored to her preferences. Her nails glided over his scalp, his long tresses billowing out beneath him: cascading like a lush flowerbed onto the astral ground.

He gazed up at her through his eyelashes. A sight designed to bring forth tenderness only elicited a wry smirk from her. Every single eyelash, every strand of hair upon his head, he had meticulously crafted solely for her pleasure.

This was their dance. It was the toll the beast paid, every other night, for her continued loyalty. 

She felt his hands distinctly, their presence acute as they nestled in the curve of her waist, fingers tenderly resting on her hips. They glided along the gentle dip of her abdomen; reverently over the dip of fat protecting her womb. And the thought conjured lustful images in her mind, images that he must have felt, of this perfect knight filling her womb with a child… a child made from them. (Images she cast aside as quickly as they had come. And she told herself this was love for the knight and not the beast underneath. Definitely not. Could they even have a child together?) His hands traced the contours of her body, embracing every curve and contour; every rise of fat or lean muscle…. 

“Is there any part of your body that is not perfect?” She asked, her fingers trailing from his scalp down to his face, and her thumb finding its way to rest beneath his chiselled jawline.

“I could ask the same of you,” he replied with a sly smirk, voice weighted with reverence and depth: touches tender and almost… devout.

Her lips tightened in displeasure. She knew the truth. You don’t mean that. She had seen his true face. And his ilk felt no sexuality: no earthly desires, neither love nor lust. He was as  incapable of loving her as he was of lusting for her. The beast beneath was indulging her lust, not out of affection, but to better unsheathe his prized sword when she would be needed. 

But here, in this moment, there was no monster. There was only her knight in shining armour, the one who had rescued her from her tower and carried her across his shoulder. The one she had prayed for in the darkness of her childhood: a good man. An honourable man, kind with even kinder eyes, hair gleaming like the first light of dawn, and eyes a starry night sky. A man who could only exist in the realm of fiction: somebody who loved her, who cherished even her greatest flaws and still regarded her as perfection. Whose touches were more befitting a priest to his holy book.

As for him, the monster hiding under her bed (or, hiding under the face of her lover in this moment), who knew what he thought of her? As he stood now, in the centuries (or however long it was) after ceremorphosis, he was a being beyond her comprehension, transcending the limits of human understanding. Could he even feel, she wondered? And if he did, what did he feel for her?

But in this fleeting moment, she felt… loved. She felt seen. And so she closed her eyes and continued the fairytale.

He had vanquished the dragon and ascended her tower… He told her she was safe now and carried her to refuge… And when they found solace, she had eagerly stripped him of his armour, tearing it away like a predator rending tendons from its captured prey. She initiated it, and he had desired it, not out of base lust like a man with lowly urges, but as an act of love. Because he loved her.

Because he was a man from fiction, and therefore a good and honourable man. 

In a world marred by darkness and horror, where virtuous men were often punished and rejected for their good deeds - she could find sanctuary in his warm and stable embrace. She could pretend they were together because of love: because she loved him, and he loved her back. Their connection wasn’t imposed by fate; here, he was not a necessary evil but a well-deserved sanctuary. 

His purple silken garb draped over his broad chest, exposing one of his breasts, and she cupped it like a precious delicacy.

They met eyes, and she could unmistakably feel his arousal rising beneath her.

“I love you,” she sighed into the crook of his neck, bestowing kisses onto the skin there.

He smiled kindly. 

She guided herself onto him: a position that usually took the reins, but even in her position of control, he remained in charge. (And she told herself that it was not the creature lurking beneath, with his insatiable hunger for control even in her fantasies, but simply the manifestation of safety. She didn’t have to bear responsibility; here, she could let go and be secure.)

His strong arms enveloped her, drawing her closer, and every thrust was perfectly timed and aligned, hitting her just right in the way she’d wanted. (It was not the creature reading her thoughts, desires, and expectations, she told herself. It was the man, who was remarkably experienced and skillful. Yes, that was the one.)

His large hands continued their reverent exploration of her form, cradling her with unwavering stability as their rhythmic dance persisted. 

“I love you,” he murmured gently back to her, his voice an oasis of serenity amidst the fervent urgency of their union. His voice was too calm and settled despite his desperate and starved thrusting. 

But here, at least, when she had coaxed the creature under his disguise, she felt safe. At least with him under this face, she did.

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hope you guys enjoyed feel free to tell me if you did and any thoughts on this and also requests (im kind of open to them rn)

also please word vomit at me about the emperor I LOVE HIM!!!! HE IS A CUTIE!!!

#baldur’s gate 3 #bg3 #bg3 fanfic #bg3 fanfiction #fanfic #fanfiction #ao3 fanfic #ao3 #bg3 emperor #the emperor #bg3 the emperor #bg3 mindflayer #mindflayer #tav #bg3 tav #bg3 tav x emperor #tav x emperor #emperor x tav #the emperor bg3

[magnificentcenturyfics]

hello i've seen your list of ideas for Hürrem/Süleyman fits and i actually love them all soooo much but my fav is probably Hürrem telling Süleyman about Leo and also the last one!! but i actually really would like them all and can't wait to read any of them <3

Very sorry for the hiatus, I promise the rest of the fics will be out before the November 1st! Anyway, here's your obligatory mostly plotless fluff piece, trigger warning for... I guess slavery and naked tits at the end?

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“I live in the greatest city in the world, and yet I’ve barely seen any of it.”

   Streets of Istanbul entered Hürrem’s mind only very slowly. Thrust into the strange new world of the harem and put to work almost immediately, she did not have much time to dream about freedom; then, her love for Süleyman and troubles that she got into because of their relationship occupied her mind. During his absence, she oft spent her now abundant free time dreaming about transforming into a bird-of-prey and flying to the walls of Belgrade, where she would sit atop Süleyman’s tent and watch him, her bird eyes seeing better than any of his bodyguards. As time went on, her fantasies became more elaborate, with her imagining the lands she would fly over – the rolling hills, winding rivers, towns full of hustle and bustle, all of them looking suspiciously like the Carpathians, Hnyla Lipa and Rohatyn respectively. However, she remembered the sight from Süleyman’s balcony and knew the city outside of the palace walls is much different, which in turn aroused her curiosity. Indeed, her eyes of an imaginary bird focused more and more on Istanbul as well, trying to capture memories of it, as seen from the balcony not that far away from where that bird would dwell. But valide said it is improper for a woman of such low status as her to walk the streets without permission, which valide was never going to give her, and so Hürrem began to place all of her hopes of visiting the legendary Constantinople on the sultan.

   Then Süleyman arrived. Shortly before Mehmet’s birth, she brought the issue up to him, but he was reluctant to give her permission, claiming he fears for her “safety and modesty”. After much begging, he conceded that a carriage ride throughout the city perhaps couldn’t hurt, once the baby is born. However, soon after that happened, that nasty business with Günihal was revealed, and special privileges, which the carriage rides seemed to be, suddenly became utterly unattainable for Hürrem. Only amidst the excitement that the news of her second pregnancy brought did she dare to ask Süleyman once again, and her request was indeed granted.

   Hürrem left all but one of her servants at home – to take her on a carriage ride trough the city was the least she could do for Günihal after everything. It was Nigar who suggested their destination; Hürrem did not care much for the exact route of their trip, but the tales of Hagia Sofia managed to arouse her interest, if not really excitement. That morning, as they prepared for the trip, she and Gülnihal talked in Rusyn for the first time in months, solemnly discussing what they once had been told about the former capital of the christian world and wondering how much of the old Byzantine city is still standing. For people of the orthodox faith, fall of Constantinople was a generation-defining tragedy, their worst nightmares coming to life as the city that used to be the center of their world suddenly was „theirs“ anymore, but fell into the possession of their enemies, who then made it the jewel on their crown. Now Hürem could not make up her mind as to what to feel about the whole affair; after all, one day, her son too will rule from this splendid city, and just for him she could not perceive that infamous battle as having a wholly bad outcome. It was strange – the more Hürrem thought of old Constantinople, the more she related to the venerable city, an Orthodox girl brought to ruin by the Turks, only to be raised by them into heights she could not even imagine previously.

   The city streets bore a myriad of subtle signs of prosperity – its buildings were of stone, large and seemingly well-made, streets wide and neat (well, as neat as they could get in a city) and people well-fed and dressed. Admittedly, it could’ve been (and she later learned that was in fact the case) that the area they went trough happened to be in a more prosperous part of the city, but even the poorer neighbourhoods she visited later in life were nigh comparable to any given part of Rohatyn. Hürrem could imagine this is what a city like Lviv might look like, although with architecture more resembling Rohatyn. With amazement, she observed the typical flat roofs and a tall, narrow windows with circle patterns that she knew from the palace, but so far couldn’t imagine as parts of regular buildings. The size of the city was quite memmorable as well. While at first not visible from the gound, it soon dawned on Hürrem and Günihal, as they roamed trough the streets for hours, the road to every destination seemingly endless. Nonetheless, they made up new and new excuses to go further, desiring to soak up as much of the scenery as they could, because Allah knows when they will get another opportunity to see the greatest city on Earth... And there was always further to go, that much was certain. Mosques (a shocking number of them, in her opinion), marketplaces, Byzantine ruins, even an odd church or two. And crowds, crowds so large that Hürrem could not even imagine there was so many people in the world, let alone one city. Most of the people they saw were men, with women usually covered in some way or another, whether with a cloak, headscarf or a veil. No matter where they went, whether for business or pleasure, they all seemed to be in a hury – considering how long it must’ve took to get anywhere in this blasted place, it was hardly surprising. They even made it to the waterfront, from which they got their first proper look at the sea since it brought them into the city on board of the slave ship – a memmory which made Hürrem quickly turn their coach away before they could truly enjoy the sight.

Her mood thoroughly ruined and stomach grumbling, they stopped at the market, where she sent Günihal to get them something to eat. As she grumpily pondered the long hours trip back will probably take, Hürrem watched the people around her and tried to guess who they are and where they are going. There was a woman in rich silks, one of the few to have her head uncovered, accompanying another one in even more splendid dress, crying her eyes out. Ah, a Christian bride and her relative; mayhaps the wedding was thwarted in some way, or it was about to take place later in the day (at dusk, or even in the evening?) and a good sister or aunt tried to at least somewhat cheer the poor thing beforehand by giving her the last taste of freedom... Then there was a man dressed in western style close to them, sharing lewd jokes with an elderly and obviously grumpy old Turk; she did not know what his deal was, but she was sure that, had she known him personally, she would’ve disliked him immensely. A pair of little boys were playing hide-and-seek right across the street from them, while watched a young, handsome fishseller with profound annoyance in his gaze... Their father, perhaps?

   The boys were approached by a man in large turban, whose visage immediately caught Hürrem’s attention. At first, she could not believe her eyes; surely, there isn’t only one man in this whole giant city that has that distinct Graecian profile, large blue eyes and stubble slowly turning into a beard...? She didn’t quite get a direct look into his face, but she did manage to behold him from many angles, and every last one of them only confirmed the incredible truth. She considered allerting him to her presence, but she hesitated for too long; the man turned away from them and walked down the street in the opposite direction from, while Günihal arrived with some kind of flatbread filled with vegetables and richly spiced lamb. It tasted divine – Hürrem hoped palace cooks could make something like this – but it could not compare to the sight that she beheld with her own two eyes just moments prior. Oh, next meeting with the sultan is going to be fun.

   Indeed, next meeting with the sultan arrived quite soon. That very evening, Süleyman surprised Hürrem in her chambers, all smiles and rosy cheeks. He looked much less regal than under normal circumstances – not that she never saw him happy and relaxed, but perhaps it was a mistake for him to come to her in such a mood on this of all nights. Indeed, it was the worst time to wake good old mischievious Alexandra...

„Mashallah!“ he called upon seeing her. „What a visage! Heavens, you should wear braids more often...“

Hürrem donned the sweetest smile she could manage at the moment without hinting at the malice in her heart. „I’ll heed your wishes, Süleyman agh- Oh, Allah! Forgive me! I meant „my sultan“! Goodness, where’s my head at?! I told her a thousand times to pay no mind to what she saw at the market...“

Süleyman’s smile faded so thoroughly it almost made Hürrem cackle. „Come again?“

„During today’s carriage ride. You must know I’ve been there; after all, haven’t I asked you for permission just a couple of days ago?“

Süleyman’s face grew sterner, almost angry. „Of course I know of that; mother complained just how long you stayed there. Weren’t you meant to only visit Ayasofia and nothing more?!“

Hürrem’s heart stopped. Fuck. Is she in genuine trouble? „Are you angry with me, my love?“

Suddenly, his anger abaded a bit, like fading tide that can’t quite reach its maximum strenght. „I should, but tonight it’s... Quite difficult. And you haven’t broken any rules besides, though you shouldn’t leave Mehmet for such long periods. No servant can care for him quite like you.“

His words took her aback. „Valide does not think so.“

„Valide does not know, or like you very well.“

The mischievious spirit that possesed Hürrem wasn’t quite gone, but it has grown a great deal more bashful. „I hope you had fun today.“ she whispered. „I mean, out there on the market.“

Süleyman’s face suddenly took on its usual humorless expression. „I wasn’t there to have fun. I visit my people in disguise, so that I might keep in touch with their needs and opinions.“

Hürrem nervously bit her lip. „That is... Admirable.“ She slowly blinked. „But it spoils my fun. What should I tell the girls in harem, that you are a great and magnanimous ruler, as if they didn’t already know?“ When Süleyman’s eyes bulged out in horror, she laughed. „Oh, you should’ve seen your face! Allah, did you really think I’d dare...“

„As if you weren’t already the very queen of audacity...!“ Süleyman called out, grabbing her by the waist and kissing her neck and throat. The sudden turn of events for the lewd made Hürrem laugh out loud. „I should be angry with you. I should...“ he murmured against her jugular.

„Well, you are the great sultan, are you not? Noone tells you what you should and shouldn’t do. Unless it’s a street vendor that tells you to not stare at things you don’t want to buy, I suppose.“

Süleyman lifted his head from her cleveage and shot her an overly serious glare. „You aren’t letting this go, are you?“

Hürrem giggled and kissed him on the lips. „Can’t the great sultan bear a few little jabs that noone else can hear from his faithful slave?“

Süleyman’s eyes trailed back to her cleveage. „No. Sometimes, you are completely unbearable.“

His eyes lit up, and set fire to Hürrem’s lower belly. Truly, the time for fun and games has passed.

Well, at least for one kind of fun and games... Hürrem thought as she grabbed the fabric covering her left breast and slowly pushed it down, untill cold night air, followed by a man’s warm breath, hit her overly sensitive nipple.

#magnificent century #sultan süleyman #hürrem sultan

[yellowocaballero]

I loved NewWave and it's nominated for my top reads 2023, BUT THE JASON FICLET??? I thought it was going to be a light read but it hit me full force in the face because I didn't expect to identify so much with Jason! When I read your Jason it was like I was reading myself and I want you to know that I started reading it early at night and finished it at dawn because I constantly had to stop and cry because of how much my heart resonated with his! loved it

HI THANK YOU <3

I'm glad you identified with him! Jason is very much a character who's a little like me too. He's a born writer, and his way of using fiction to put the world in a framework that he can understand is very relatable. It leaves him a little out of touch with the reality of situations, but that's a feature and not a bug.

I can't relate as much to the racial undercurrent in the story, but I don't want to understate it. It has to suck for Jason to feel constantly compared to the blonde haired blue eyed 'perfect sidekick'. She provides something seen as valuable and ideal that Jason never could. Coming from Steph's viewpoint (and considering canon) the idea of her being unattainable perfection is deeply funny, but it's very real to Jason. Adding in Tim - who's identical to Bruce and comes from the same social strata - makes Jason feel like it's every man for himself.

That's what makes his connection with Bruce even more important, though. He's the polar opposite of Bruce in every way, but although Tim and Bruce are similar in a lot of ways, Jason and Bruce have a deep connection and understanding that Tim and Steph don't. They're both dreamers who make the world a stage, their need for justice comes from a place of great pain, and they love in quiet ways.

Jason's a special kid. Like Steph, he has so much value that he doesn't see. Unlike her, he wants more - he's hungry for it, that life with meaning and kindness. He's finally attained something good, and he's scared of losing it. He has so much to offer that he can't see, and the happiness of the story is when he's seen.

New Wave was my way of giving a character who's been routinely fucked over by canon and sidelined by fandom the spotlight. She's special and perfect and loved and recognized and important because...she's none of those things 'in real life'. I wanted to give that to her. Steph's a character I related to when I was her age, and I wanted to give that to myself too.

Jason came from a similar place. I do think canon & fanon are like...overly obsessed with him lmfao. There's a billion 'Jason joins the manor' stories and it's why I almost didn't write the story lol. But he's rarely given the chance to be a kid, one who exists in his own right - to join the Batfam out of his own choice, which is something bizarrely rare in fic. And kids like Jason are the forgotten ones, and it will always be Jason's dream to show the forgotten children that they're as much Robin as he is.

I'm glad it meant something to you ;-;. This story meant a lot to me too, which is why I can go onnnn about it lol. Thanks for reading and enjoying! <3

#tbh the only reason why the jason story was written besides my demons was the fact that #ive read a ton of jason joins the manor stories and its kinda nuts how in none of them #jason and bruce are like. friends #jason is always downright kidnapped to the manor and he's terrified of bruce until bruce Dad Proposes and theyre happy #its always 'jason realizes bruce is a good dad' and not #jason likes bruce as a person and wants to be around him and decides that this is where he wants to live his life #same on bruce's end. i never feel like there's an actual reason for why he shares his ID with a random street kid #it's always written with an element of soulmates if that makes sense #what makes jason so special? well he's jason todd the second robin #theres no actual in unverse reason why bruce picks jason #and i dont like a kid being someone you 'picked' #anyway similar to how i didnt want bruce to be a straight up father figure to steph and tim #this story was meant to show how bruce is now ready to be an actual father #and how thats shown by him forming a genuine connection born from friendship and resonance #i feel like bruce is chronically assigned Good Dad and not rly given an internal life #he wasnt ready to legitimately parent tim it was something he had to learn #idk the minute a nonPOV character is parent coded they lose all inner life and motivation #which i feel like says something about how fic writers view parents lmofa #that's another rant though #my writing #my asks

[famousinmyfandom]

A reader asked me for some of my thoughts on Slim, so I’m copying my response and sharing it here because there’s so little Laramie content on this site:

Sarcasmcat wrote in one of their fics that Slim was a very lonely child, and at first I didn’t see it, but the more I look at him, the more I do. The ranch is two hours out of town with constant chores. Slim doesn’t talk about friends or have many old friends show up, just friends of his father, while Jess meets an old buddy every other episode.

And Slim chased Jess down. He fought for Jess to stay. Because they clicked! Even though Jess did trespass, sass him, and sort of almost kidnap his brother lmao he knew he’d found something he’d never had before and he jumped.

And I also feel like he never really was looked after. I know his parents died so he wound up raising Andy, but he feels parentified beyond that, which makes sense. They have a lot of work to do, and child couldn’t do a lot of it, so of course he was in charge of Andy a lot.

I think Jess defending him was another thing that struck him. He’s hasn’t had anyone look out for him in ages!

This is only slightly related, but while I think Jess is bi, Slim is gay. Every woman he’s had on the show kind of sucks tbh. And I think maybe that’s why he goes for them; because they are unattainable, because any relationship is doomed to fail due to their differences. It’s a common thing among closeted gays to do that; I’m not single by choice! Women just don’t like me!

And I think that distanced him from people, too. He knew he was different. He could hide behind work, say he’s too busy, but he’s getting older, and people are starting to wonder about him.

But Jess! Jess trusts him so much! Jess is insanely devoted to him! Even Andy was ready to run away from Slim but Jess has given everything several times over to get back to his side!

Heck, Slim was also isolated because of the rumors about his father, but Jess doesn’t care. Jess has baggage too. I think Slim has a lot of self doubt and anger at the world, but Jess reminds him that he’s a good man who deserves good things. Jess trusts him, over and over and over, so he must be worth it. Slim knows he must have value for Jess to look at him like that.

#slim sherman #jess harper/slim sherman #slimjess #laramie #laramie tv

[oflights]

Ha! I actually wrote a fic where Bill asks Harry if anyone has talked to him about safe sex and can he get condoms, and Harry says yes, Sirius talked to him ages ago 😇

omg. great minds!! that's amazing. again, imagining that conversation through this lens is excruciating lol. also i like to imagine harry's formative type as being Unattainable which is very relatable imo

#asks #teledild0nix #the irony here is that as i say this about harry #i have written draco's daddy issues translating to him being into older men at least twice #well i guess one hasn't posted yet #but i think it's a headcanon at this point

[kyliafanfiction]

Take Your Favorite (Het) Ship and Make Them Lesbians

So, the other day, I read a Rule 63!Zuko/Katara fic that had the tag “take your favorite ship then make them lesbians” (which somehow was a tag no one else had tagged their fic as, which is a real travesty), and that got me thinking. (The fic, for reference and Science Purposes)

(Rule 63, for those not familiar with the term, is a meme that says  "for every given male character, there is a female version of that character and vice versa”. In a fanfic context, Rule 63 is usually another term for ‘cisswap’/Always a girl Aus, i.e. a story where a character who is one character in canon, was born a different one in the AU. These are not the same as trans fic, though sometimes the lines can blur. The various ‘the Girl Who Lived’ fics that exist out there for Fem!Harry, for instance)

That tag is itself really interesting, and it got me thinking. Because there are het ships of mine that I would totally want to see a Rule 63 lesbian version of (i.e. where the guy was always a girl) but there are also ones that I... just wouldn’t.

So I suppose the question is: What het ships do you guys have that you still would find as interesting, and would want to see in a fic (or even consider writing in a fic) if the male character was Rule 63′d? And why?

For me, the top of the list would probably be Dramione (Harry Potter). One, because on a purely shallow level I have to imagine that femaleDraco would be very pretty (:rofl:) but also because there would be some interesting differences in the way Dacia Malfoy (placeholder name) would behave, compared to Draco. Both vis-a-vis Harry, but also Hermione. Plus, Dacia would be less the ‘bad boy’ and more likely the ‘Alpha Bitch’, which is a somewhat different set of tropes, to say the least. Would Dacia have reached out to Harry in the same way, in first year? Maybe, maybe not. Would she still have had Crabbe and Goyle as her goons, or instead say, Pansy and Millicent Bullstrode? A lot of this would also depend on how you see the gender politics among purebloods in the wizarding world (are sons more favored, or no? Are the genders equal? Are there certain expectations about women and their behavior? etc)

My second choice would be Xander/Cordelia, from BtVS. For one, it would be interesting because we could drill down into Xander’s canon behavior and try to separate what is just Xander being Xander, what is a product of his upbringing, and what is a result of him struggling with performing ideas of toxic masculinity because he believes he’s supposed to (related to the second point). If in a fic, Xandra (placeholder name) still has the same apparently shitty parents, how would it look? We can surmise that Mr. Harris presumably berated Xander about how he’d never be a real man a lot, though I can’t recall if the dream version of him does so in “Restless”. But we also know that Xander fears turning into his dad, a lot. Xendra might fear becoming an alcholic like her dad, but she may more likely fear ending up becoming like her mom - letting herself be abused rather than being the abuser, etc. It would also be interesting because, given how things were in 1997/1998, Cordelia realizing she’s gay/bi (or at least being out even to one person) would be a different dynamic. Especially if she and Xendra get caught at the same time. Or maybe Cordelia is more careful, and Xendra is more willing to be the dirty little secret she makes out with in closets? If caught, would Cordelia ever be willing to commit the possibly even greater social suicide of openly dating a girl in a late 90s High School? Or could she pull it off because she’s just that much Queen of the School? How does Willow’s crush on Xander work in an AU where she’s Xendra? If willow’s crush was about it being on a ‘safe’ and ‘unattainable’ boy (a common experience I’ve seen many cis lesbians talking about with regards to when they were younger and still thought or still tried to convince themselves they were straight), then presumably she wouldn’t have crushed on Xendra? Might she have crushed on Jesse? (or does Xendra end up being how Willow realizes she’s gay sooner?) Would Xendra have crushed on Jesse? Is Xendra gay or bi in this AU? Does she still crush on Buffy? If so, does she handle rejection or the prospect thereof better because she assumes Buffy is straight? Does she even try to ask her out?  I mean, there are others I’d read a Rule 63! Lesbian AU for, or even have, when they exist, but I have to admit I don’t find the potential dynamics inherent to be quite as interesting. And yeah, there are some het ships I ship that I just... wouldn’t find quite as interesting if they were lesbians, or just can’t see happening at all in a recognizeable way.

So I ask you tumblr - if you were to take a het ship and make them lesbians, which one(s) would you pick, and why?

#Rule 63 #Cisswap #Genderswap #Shipping #Fandom #Musings #Take Your Favorite (Het) Ship and Make Them Lesbians #Just Little Fandom Things #Just Little Shipping Things #Genderbent AU #Genderbending #Genderswapping

[otpcutie]

🌌 🔥

🌌 Clear Skies - How long have you been writing your current WIP?

Oh my, quite a while... kind of?😅😂 I'm currently focused on the second chapter of Tempting Fate right now (my goal is to finish it this month for Alpha Bucky April). It's 'kind of' because I posted the first chapter over a year ago, started the second at the time but then suddenly lost motivation so I worked on other fics instead - but now I've been working on it again so we'll see q(≧▽≦q)

🔥 Wildfire - Who is your most emotional character and why?

Hmm, it really depends on the fic/AU but my gut instinct was Tony. He feels things very deeply, although he doesn't always let himself express it (or even really feel it sometimes) and that can make it more intense/worse for him. A lot of it is related to trauma and how that affected his self esteem, as well as not wanting to be a "burden" or "needy" to his loved ones. He definitely fears people leaving him, and not being good enough for them. That brings out longing in Tony for a home. Where he feels safe to be himself and is loved/appreciated for it, surrounded by wonderful people who all respect and care about each other🥰 Tony thinks that's unattainable for him (so much so that I don't think he really lets himself even hope for it), so naturally I love to write him finding that or having already found it ee >:)💚

WIP weather ask game

#tysm!! #ask #otpcutie talks #otpcutie fics

[halfmoth-halfman]

Congrats on 3k!!!! You are so incredibly talented, and one of my favourite writers (and one of the very first cod blogs I ever found who changed my understanding of these fictional men so fundamentally that it still bleeds into my work today - looking directly at you, the little things). You deserve all the support and recognition for your amazing work 🖤

My picks for the celebration are:

🎶 playlists

1. here there be monsters (my spooky halloween playlist)

✂️ snippet

👽 the cryptid collection

I'm sure you're absolutely swamped, so please don't feel pressured to answer all of them! Again, congrats!

asdaslkjsfd no wait hold on pls omg you're going to make me ugly cry rn i swear 😭 you were (and still are) one of my biggest inspirations when i started writing cod fics and to this day i still look to your price and soap as some of the best portrayals i've ever read, thank you this means so much to me 💜

🎶 playlists

Here There Be Monsters 1. woman king - iron & wine 2. come little children - the hound + the fox 3. the unquiet grave - karliene

✂️ snippet (monster!au - kyle "gaz" garrick x reader)

He is incomprehensible. Everywhere and nowhere. Surrounding you with his gaze, dozens of eyes—human, animal, creatures long forgotten, and beings not yet brought into existence—all staring beyond your flesh and bone and into the deepest depths of your soul. Searching. Craving. Feeding. It's warm, you think. Like a lost lover's tender embrace, burning, comforting, and all-encompassing. There is no end to him because there is no beginning. He is the start and end of everything you could ever want, everything you could ever need. Words cannot come to you, your mind full of him and only him. How he's stripped himself of all earthly attachments for you, allowed you the privilege to gaze upon his true form; a feat sought after and unattained by millions before you, and will continue to be by billions after you. It is the only thing he can give you here in this cursed place. An offering not of wealth or material, but one far more valuable. Pure divinity laid bare at your feet. You are not worthy.

👽 the cryptid collection

i thought long and hard about this one, and i think i'm going to have to go with the wanderlights!! while technically more supernatural than anything sort of cryptid-related, wanderlights are v similar and sometimes used interchangeably with ghost-lights, ghost orbs, and will o' the wisps!! described as atmospheric lights seen by travelers, they are known to lead travelers off the "safe" path. very much like how your fics are beacons of light that often lead me off the safe path of having a consistent sleep schedule because i stay up late rereading them over and over. to me, they're very beautiful and they remind me so much of the fireflies that i used to play with as a kid and i think that vibes fits you very well: beautiful, fun, and friendly.

#yeyinde #mothie3kcelebration #kyle gaz garrick x reader #kyle garrick x reader #gaz x reader

[azurelyy]

I read your Jiraiya fic. It was life-changing.🙄 As an aspiring writer myself, a part of me felt so many things when I read it. I felt exactly how the characters felt in your story, I felt relief that I was able to read something that I relate so closely to on a spiritual level. But I also felt a pang of jealousy because as a Rock Lee stan, I’m writing a project for him and I just want to make people feel how you made me feel with your story. I know nothing about you. I don’t know how you’ve garnered such incredible skill or why your characterizations are so poetically accurate. A big part of me wants to ask how you got so good. A big part of me also wants to know if my writing could have the same effect on fellow readers. if you ever have the time or interest, it would be such an honor if you read my Rock Lee fic. It’s called Nirvana, and it’s perfectly fine if you decline. I just want you to know that you truly have a gift, and have given so much to the Naruto fandom/Tumblr writing scene already. Thank you💗

I’ve seriously read this like 20 times! This made my whole week, thank you so much for your kind words 🥰🥰🥰! I’m so sorry for the late reply to this. I don’t get on tumblr much anymore for a myriad of reasons, but I still LOVE coming back and seeing things like this, or even just reblogs of my work. It’s nice to know people still appreciate what I’ve written, even when the author may not seem “present” anymore or whatever. I know tumblr can be weird like that. I have sometimes even wondered if my stories would be remembered at all, so it’s nice to know they are still being consumed and enjoyed by people!

I will definitely be checking out Nirvana when I can. I can tell just based off your message to me that you’ll have a writing style I’d enjoy 🖤. I appreciate you sending this into me so, so much. Genuinely, from the bottom of my heart, thank you!

I wish I could say I have advise for you. I wish I could say I’m even confident in my own work, but that wouldn’t be truthful. In reality, it’s hard for me to go back and reread anything I write. In reality, I’m always constantly nitpicking myself. I even sometimes edit my works when I reread them. I’m always striving for some unattainable level of perfection and that’s a big reason why I’ve stopped writing. So, my best advise: don’t be like me lol. Be confident in yourself and be proud that you took the time to write; that you took the time to finish anything at all. The hardest part is posting. So long as you keep doing that, and remain proud of yourself, you will only improve your craft and get better.

Much love,

Az 🖤

#ask away #azurelyy friends #this literally made my week #I read this Christmas morning and it was so hesrtwarming #been trying to think of how to respond #I love asks #hi I’m alive btw lol

[seasidepierre]

hello! do you have any advice for new writers who are trying to get started in the f1 tumblr fandom ???

Hey Bub!

I'm not sure I'm the one you should seek advice from but here's what I can tell you, if that can help you just a little bit:

Create connections. If you want people to read your stuff, don't hesitate to go read theirs. Leave comments, slide in the DMs, make friends. It'll make your experience infinitely richer and you'll find some amazing people.

Don't hesitate to ask for feedbacks. You'd be surprised by how much feedback I ask for before I post. I rarely post without having sent the fic to a friend (or a couple) first, to see if I missed something, if there's a typo, if it's correct, etc etc

Tag your fics properly. Make sure that your visibility is on too! (in your blog's settings, all the way down, check that you haven't enabled "hide my blog from Google searches" as it hides it from Tumblr searches too). Don't put thousands of tags, it's pointless, but make sure to have the major ones related to the driver you're writing about. You can check my fics for inspo if you want :)

Have fun!! Don't use your Tumblr blog like you'd use Wattpad. If you only post your fics, people won't be able to connect. I regularly post silly things, just because it makes me laugh or because I think people could relate to it. I'm no God, I'm not unattainable, I want to appear as friendly as I can because I love people sliding in my ask box!

Be prepared for the nightmarish ratio you're gonna get. Writing on Tumblr is super nice and you get tons of visibility but it's also super lonely, in a way. If you take my most popular fic right now, it has close to 1.3k notes (which is insane, it still blows my mind, I feel like a complete fraud), but on those, I got only 6 comments and 15 reblogs that somewhat got me a feedback. The rest is likes and reblogs with absolutely nothing except the tags I put on myself. And it's unmotivating to the max. So make sure you do it for fun and not for the reviews, because you most likely won't have them.

Don't hesitate to ask for help! There's a lovely community here, you'll find tons of writers who can help you out.

Don't stop at rude anons. I know coming from me, it's a joke, because I spent three days in the gutter after a negative comment, but I don't want that for you.

Writing is an art. You won't be amazing at it on the first try. My first ever fics (about like 13 years ago- holy shit I am so fucking old) were absolutely fucking horrifying. I like to think that I have MASSIVELY improved lmao. Don't worry too much, it takes practice. Check prompts blogs if you feel stuck.

Remember that you don't gain anything from that. You won't get paid for it. You won't get gifts. You won't get anything but comments in return. Therefore, your writing should never be your top priority. Take your time. Life happens. If people are impatient, that's a they problem, not a you problem, okay?

Have fun, Baby Writer!

#ask #writing tips

[deepdarkdelights]

sorry if someone already has asked! but who is your bias and maybe bias wrecker?

It's okay, I don't really talk about the members outside of my fics all that much 😂

And I think looking at my master list wouldn't help because Jungkook has the most fics and he is not my bias!

Namjoon, that beautiful unattainable man, is my bias! I tend to relate to him the most and he has a very comforting presence.

My bias wrecker changes every week lmao. The most consistent bias wrecker I have is Jungkook, but this week I would say my bias wrecker is Hoseok - all of that Jack in The Box content has been affecting me lol.

#asks #get to know the author

[asexualzoro]

for the ask game how about something like "far off greenery"?

for the ask meme "send me a made-up fic title and i'll tell you what i would write to go with it"

you didn’t specify and fandom and this works so well for a life series pun title i cant not.

something scar centric, but i can’t decide between third life or last life. third life in the moments after his first death could be fun (not getting that green life back!). i also just think that’s a vastly under-explored emotional state there, esp in any version of this series where you operate under the impression/headcanon this is the first time any of them are meeting. it’s just interesting!

but i’m also thinkin if smth LL desert duo related. smth smth scar chillin alone on his mountain way far off from allies and enemies alike smth grian basically spends the entire series on yellow/red and basically only interacts w scar bc he wants a life (literally man only ended up green One time bc he tricked scar out of a life). there’s vibes. dual meaning of scar being far off himself and the unattainable green name. it’s fun

#ask lew #headinabox

[diazly]

i love love love when im reading fic where the nuances are just almost unattainable bc thats Real Life babey and it makes me feel so seen even if the situation isnt something i can immediately relate to

#corinne talks #idk if this makes sense #but like writing where there are just things that are unsaid but understood but the author isnt rubbing your face in it... yeah