#what the fuck is fic for if its not for the writer eh

[goldenamaranthe-blog]

Puppy Love 2: Fanfiction

Cherri: Hey, Fuckheads! (Waves her phone in the air) Didja see that someone's been writing cringy fanfiction about the hotel and its occupants?!

Angel: What?! No way! Send us a link to the page! I gotta see this!

Cherri: (puts the user link in the Hazbin group chat)

Angel: Whoa-ho-hoa! What's with some of these ships?! NifftyDust?! Who pairs me with Niffty?! They also got me with Pen's Egg Bois!

Niffty: Awwww, I was hoping it would be with that bad boy at the club! Oh! I'm in a polyship with the Vees!

Cherri: Ha! StaticRadio is another big one for this writer. Never would have thought Vox and Alastor would be a mutual pining.

Alastor: (glitches out) What did you say???? (Peers over Cherri's shoulder) Oh, Zestial and Carmine are a ship, and they also put me with Rosie. That's not so bad.

Cherri: (reading one of the three Explicit rated works) Even if Rosie is pegging you with her ex-husband's dick?

Alastor: (Wendigo screeches echo through the hotel)

Husker: Why am I the hotel slut????? This guy's got me paired with literally everyone in the hotel!!!

Charlie: ......Everyone?

Husker: Even you, Princess. (Slams a bottle of Everclear) I need to forget I ever read this.

Lucifer: WHO PAIRED ME WITH SERA?!?!?!?! Who the Unholy Hell is Carmilla Carmine?! I'm paired with her, too!!!

Cherri: Awwwww~ I'm mostly paired up with Pentious..... okay, there's one for Angel. (Shrugs) Eh... Not the worst, but still not my thing.

Charlie: They can't be that bad, right? (Checks the page) I'M PAIRED WITH LUTE AND EVE?!?!?!?!?!?! (Scrolls feverishly) I DON'T HAVE A SINGLE WORK WITH VAGGIE?!?!?!?!?!?!?!

Hazbins: (pause)

Angel: Wait a minute.... (scans through the ships) There ain't a single one of us paired with Vags.

Charlie: (plasters her face to Angel's) Who IS she paired with???

Angel: Some bitch named Emily? (Scrolls) Looks like about half of these fics are Vaggie and Emily.... With one rated E fic, too..... (Taps random fic) "Emily knew this could only end badly, but the way the fallen angel stared at her with a smoldering eye made her go weak at the knees. The two reached out and..." What the fuck??? (squints) "Passionately held hands"???

Charlie: (eyes bleed red as she scrolls up to the Author Name) Who's writing these?

Vaggie: (finally bothering to open the link and reads the page username) "Em-Emmie-E"

Charlie: (eye twitches, and she roars so loud that all of Pride can hear) EMILY!!!!!!!

-Meanwhile: In Heaven-

Emily: (watching Hell like it's the latest episode of Days of Our Lives and taking notes)

EMILY!!!!!!

Emily: (fumbles her notebook) Oh, peach crumble!

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel incorrect quotes #puppy love part 2 #fanfiction cracks #alastor #zestial #carmilla carmine #charlie morningstar #chaggie #vaggie #cherri bomb #angel dust #hazbin hotel husk #husker #husk #lucifer morningstar #niffty #sera #emily #thank you anon

[cevansbrat0007]

The Key

Summary: A broken furnace and a slip of the tongue lead to a special gift from your very stubborn boyfriend. Andy Barber x Black Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Angst, Protective Andy Barber, Insecure Reader, Pet Names, Light Smut, Implied Oral (fem receiving), Cursing, Minors DNI.

A/N: I don't know where this came from, but it's almost 3AM and I need to sleep. Anyway, I'm halfway done with like eight different fics, most of them requests. But then my writer's block kicked in. Please enjoy this installment while I try to get my life together. Part of my Growing Pains Series. All mistakes are my own.

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"Ack, Andy Bear! What are you doing here?" You squeal as your man strides through your front door with you in his arms, your short legs wrapped around his trim waist. "Sh-shouldn't you be packing? Ope - don't forget the door!"

His booted heel kicks it closed. "Had to come check on you." Andy responds before brushing his warm lips over your own. "I'm your man, baby. It's what I do."

"But I'm fine..." You tell him, burying your face in the crook of his neck and inhaling his clean, masculine scent. "I don't need anything."

"No, you said you were cold. That makes you not fine." He tells you as his hand skims its way under your sweatshirt to lightly stroke your lower back. "I can't have you over here freezing while I'm out of town - I wouldn't be able to concentrate. I'd be too busy thinkin' about my baby girl home all alone just shivering."

"Oh, my goodness, Big Man. My landlord will be by to fix my furnace in a couple of days. Until then...I guess I'll just have to keep doubling up on sweatshirts." Wanting him to relax, you begin whispering sweet kisses along his bearded jaw, nuzzling at the soft scruff with your nose.

"A couple days is completely unacceptable." He growls, his tone letting you know that he was in no mood to argue. "It's November. And we live in fucking Massachusetts."

"Andy, sweetheart..." He shifts your smaller frame so that you're resting comfortably on his hip. Your boyfriend then carries you to your room and gently deposits you on your pink and periwinkle-colored duvet, all the while ignoring your feeble protests.

"You're staying at my place until that Ralph fucker decides to get off his ass and do his fucking job." Your man informs you as he begins rifling through your drawers, pulling out items and then haphazardly tossing them into your overnight bag.

God, how you adored every inch of your big, overbearingly ridiculous man.

"Honey, his name is Rodney. And I'll be fine. If it gets too bad, I can go stay with Melissa or something."

"Nope." Andy grunts, holding a pair of lacy pink panties up to the light. "The matter's already been settled. I want you in my home, snuggled in my bed, all tangled up in my of the sheets."

Shaking his head, he tosses the underwear back inside before muttering something about you "only needing the essentials".

Wait. Since when did those no longer fall under the category of essential?

"How many bras do you think you'll need? Eh, fuck it. You can bring 'em all if you want. It's the panties I have a problem with. Damned things always get in the way."

You scrub an exhausted hand over your face as your six-foot-something boyfriend remains hunkered in front of your dresser, quietly debating the usefulness, or lack-there-of, of your underthings.

"They get in the way of what?" Of course you just had to know.

"My fun." He grumbles, flashing you a petulant look. "So they stay here. Shit - I left my garment bag by the door. Go on and snag a few blouses and some pants, baby girl, and I'll help you get them all packed up before we freeze to death in here."

"Oh. My. God." You roll your eyes. It wasn't even that cold.

At least not yet.

"Andrew, darling, I never actually agreed to go with you. Plus, I don't even have a key to - oh." Your stubborn bull of a man silences you with a heated look before reaching into his back pocket and pulling out a small white box tied with a black ribbon.

"I was planning to give this to you on your birthday, but this seems like a much better time. As of now, I want you to consider my home your home too."

Removing the key from the box, you stare down at the shiny piece of metal your man had made especially for you.

Why did the weight of it feel so good resting in your hand?

"Thank you." You whisper, tears burning the back of your throat.

"You're welcome, Y/N. I want you to use it whenever. Come stay for a night, or for a week..."

Or, for forever. He thinks, letting the unspoken words hang in the air between you.

"But as for your not agreeing to go with me, well, I'm afraid that just won't work." Andy tsks as he zips up your duffle before unceremoniously tossing it into the hall. "One way or another, we're getting you out of this ice box, little one."

"Okay," you try again. "But what about my car? I really don't think -"

"Why are you fighting me on this?" He asks, his sensual lips set in a thin, firm line. "I need you some place safe and warm while I'm busy shaking hands and negotiating deals in D.C."

Your eyes stray back to the key that is now nestled safely in its little box filled with pink tissue paper.

"Answer me, please." Oh, Andy was using his attorney voice, the one that commanded both respect and attention in the courtroom.

"I - I just don't want to be any trouble. I feel bad for even saying anything about my stupid heat in the first place." You admit with a resigned shrug. "You need to be getting ready for your trip, but instead you're - you're here."

"I'm here because you need me."

"But I - I don't." You wince as those two words come tumbling out of your mouth.

Because it was a lie. You did need him.

"That scares you a little bit, doesn't it? The idea of needing someone, of needing me."

"No." You feel your lower lip begin to tremble ever so slightly.

God, yes.

"Y/N, how many times do I have to remind you that we're in this together? I'm your man. And I'm old-school when it comes to that shit. I believe in taking care of my woman, in providing for her however I can."

"I get it, Andy." You do your best to look at everything and everywhere but him. This man had a knack for making you feel vulnerable, and you weren't always comfortable with that.

"No, you don't." Using two long fingers, he tips your chin so that his soulful blue eyes clash with your own. "Whether you realized you were doing it or not, you called because you needed me today. And it's my job to take care of you - all of you."

"But I don't want to be a job for you. A job runs the risk of becoming a burden real fuckin' quick. And then when it becomes too much, bam! You run the other way." You jerk away from him, preferring to stare at your fuzzy sock-clad feet, wishing you could simply melt into the floor.

And there it was. You were afraid that this man would drop you like a bad habit the moment you became a burden. And as dramatic as it might sound, there was a part of you that knew that your heart might never fully recover something like that. Not with him.

Things are quiet for a while. And then Andy settles on the bed next to you before pulling you flush against him. The two of you are so close that you're practically half sprawled on his big lap, your bottom resting atop his thickly muscled thighs.

"Then please allow me to rephrase. It's not just my job to take care of you, it's my privilege, baby girl."

A sniffle escapes you before you can catch it.

"You're a strong woman. Strong enough to reach out when you need me. The same way it takes a strong man to lean on his woman. Understand?"

You nod, closing your eyes as you do.

"Look at me and say the words, Y/N." Your Big Man implores you before kissing the top of your head and burying his face in your curls. "I need to hear 'em, please."

It takes you a couple of seconds, but eventually you muster up enough courage to do as he asks.

"Yes, I - I understand. It takes a strong woman to, um, to lean on her man."

"Good girl."

"And please believe me when I say that your trusting me with your problems doesn't make you a burden. Not now, not ever. We're partners, baby."

For now and forever. Andy thinks to himself. It's clear as day to me, I just need her to see it too.

"Yes, we are, my sweet Andy Bear. I'm sorry for being such a neurotic mess sometimes. I know you must think you're dating a lunatic but -"

"Yep, I am." He sweetly interrupts. "But you've also claimed a crazy, possessive bastard as your man. So, I'd say we're pretty even." You feel another brush of his lips against your skin, this time on your temple.

The two of you sit there for a while in silence, simply enjoying each other's warmth. Truthfully, it wasn't that cold in your apartment, but according to the forecast, that would change over night. You needed to be some place with working heat and a comfortable bed.

And your Andy Bear came with all of that, complete with sheets and pillows that smelled just like him. Of course you'd find a way to pay him back. Maybe you'd cook him a big dinner, or buy him season tickets to the Patriots, or --

Your thought stream is interrupted by the sound of Andy's gruff voice.

"I think we need to do something to quiet that beautiful mind of yours, don't we?" He purrs, before lavishing the column of your throat with a hot, open-mouthed kiss.

And then you feel one large, slightly calloused hand go to rest on your chest. Using just a fraction of his strength, he gently forces you onto your back. A shiver courses through you as he runs his palms down the length of your body in an act of raw, unbridled possession.

Lifting your ass, you allow him to remove your black leggings. He makes sure to take his time, dragging the thin material across your heated skin with agonizing slowness.

A breathy moan escapes your lips when he parts your thighs, baring your panty-covered pussy to his predatory gaze.

"I'd like to rephrase my earlier statement one more time if I could."

Without warning, Andy leans in and buries his face between your legs. He takes a moment to inhale your scent before nuzzling your swollen clit through the damp fabric.

"Oh-oh-kaaay." You whimper as he briefly sucks the sensitive bud into his warm, waiting mouth. "

"It's my job, my pleasure, and my privilege to keep my lady's sweet body warm and her greedy cunt stuffed full. And I'm a man who believes in honoring his fucking commitments."

You cry out when he rips the lace from your body, leaving you naked and vulnerable from the waist down.

"This is mine, baby. All mine. Now, lie back like a good girl and let me show you just how much I enjoy caring for my woman, starting with eating the fuck out of her pretty little pussy."

END

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[perfectly-clear-from-here]

ty @alexturnersmommy for the tag!! 15 questions/15 mutuals - right. here we go

1. are you named after anyone?

nope. wish i could say more but its simple as that 😭

2. when was the last time you cried?

oversharing and its bitter aftertaste ahhh fuck it. sobbed my face off few days ago on monday at my grans grave

3. do you have kids?

nah. jesus do i want kids? ehhhh- nah no youre aright

4. do you use sarcasm a lot?

...probably. nevermind - yes. one of the phrases i say the most is "aw you've only went and done it havent ye." in a really angry voice when someones done absolutely nothing- which is really confusing cause i also say it in a less angry voice when someone does something really good?? ah

5. what’s the first thing you notice about people?

their voice!! i find it really easy to like someone if their voice sounds nice and also the opposite, do love a good accent.

6. what’s your eye colour?

hazel ig?? ive got central heterochromia so the centre of my eyes are brown and the rest is green.

7. scary movies or good endings?

good ending all the way. having said that, i am an avid agnst enjoyer so put your characters through hell as long as everything works out <3

8. any special talents?

uhhh i can moonwalk and half stand on my head- that's fun at parties 😭

9. where were you born?

glasgowwwwwww... like 3 months before i should have been 😭

10. what are your hobbies?

writing (shameless plug: read my fic ahhh its my pinned post), playing guitar, sticking ungodly amount of posters and magazines on my wall and uhhh love a good wee dj sesh i wont like *record scratch*

11. do you have any pets?

got a cat called derrikk. aye.

12. what sports do you play/have you played?

does dance count as a sport? eh what the hell. dance, sailing if you count it as a sport- longboarding...if you can count that as a sport 😭 used to do basketball.

13. how tall are you?

oh here we go. i'm 6'... let me tell you i am unstoppable (very much stoppable im an unbalanced bastard) in heels

14. favourite subject in school?

music tech and drama - only class where i can just chuck on my headphones and listen to music while editing projects stuff and in drama i love a good wee bit of the spotlight

15. dream job?

wanna be a film writer and director!! #my first screenplay is a mile long and very much unfinished

oh heres the fun part (remembering tags has to be one of my weaknesses) no pressure/dw if youve already been tagged!: @ballad-of-what-could-have-been @uhbasicallyjustmilex @rainymongerbanditweasel-blog @smokinnicsuckindic @mileskanex christ my memory is actually gonna be the death of me, anyone who wants it, you're tagged!

#oversharing and its bitter aftertaste #kidding #this was alot of fun!

[anais-shiv]

How serious are we allowed to take this ship?

Hello! Anais here!

This post is going to be pure word vomit, inconsistent thought chains, and a giant rollercoaster of emotions. 

Before I make many of my points, I will add a caveat or disclaimer that seems redundant but is actually completely necessary for readers to get the whole picture. (See, I’m doing it now.) 

It’s very difficult for me to complete a thought without setting it up with another. 

Anyways…

You ever heard the question “What’s that one fanfiction that altered your brain chemistry?”

For me, there’s no particular fic, but there is a specific fandom/ship that has rewired my neurons as a whole. And that fandom is none other than Dramione. 

(Note: this post will not be a critique of the fandom or any of its works in any way. This post is about me and how I’m slowly descending into madness in the most fragile of ways. [Did you catch that? Eh? Ehh? winks] And it’s about time I spoke my truth.) 

I was introduced to fanfiction at the tender age of 13, in the height of the Harry Potter and Twilight movies. And I was a Twilight girl through and through. (Team Jacob till I die!) 

I only read fanfiction for one purpose and one purpose only, to read about Jacob being with characters other than Bella or her daughter Raincoat. If it weren’t for those early days on Wattpad, I would’ve never discovered that I had a kink for pain, and that I would always choose warm brown skin over a pale cold alternative. 

Then some things happened in my life, I got older, stared dating and hanging out and I simply forgot about it. 

Then, the trailer for Harry Potter and The Deathly Hallows dropped. And in order to prepare, I consumed all seven books of the series in a week. (Oh to still have the young and focused mind that could consume a book in mere hours.) 

To say I loved it was an understatement, so much so that I refused to read any Harry Potter fanfiction I saw pop up on my Wattpad screen. (The old Wattpad that had a brown banner, and a similar font to Times New Roman, and that allowed people to upload entire real life books so long as they purposely added grammar mistakes to not get caught for plagiarism, not saying that’s right but Lordt, what a time.) 

Most of the fics I saw weren’t even about specific ships, they were just about life after the epilogue, with many writers opting to create entirely new characters, usually being children of the originals. Regardless, I ignored them all. Harry Potter was perfect, it didn’t need expanding or alternate universes. 

Fast forward some more, more life happened, and I sort of stopped reading books and fanfiction all together. 

I’m 27 now. 

I found Dramione only last year, through TikTok like many others. And my first fic, like many others, was Manacled. 

It was life changing, riveting, mind altering, and absolutely heartbreaking. 

I needed more. 

So I read and read and read. Joined the Reddit, joined a discord (I love you DADA!) and even started trying to write my own fics. 

Then, all of a sudden my hyper fixation began to wear off, and I started to get bored with the whole thing altogether.

I was kind of disappointed, as it was very difficult for me to start and keep hobbies and even more difficult to make friends. It was nice having something to relate to other people with, even something as specific as liking an HP ship. As someone as socially awkward and shy as I am, I was worried I wouldn’t find another focal point to relate to other people with, and I would go back to wallowing in my own bloody slutty and pathetic despair. (Did you at least catch that one?)

Then I found a new WIP that made me feel like a brand new fan all over again. 

Our lovely Gryffindor and sulky Slytherin had sunk their claws back into me, bone deep this time, (Did you fucking catch that one?!) and I was right back where I started.

So of course, in between replaying smut scenes in my head over and over and over and over again while simultaneously wallowing in my self inflicted isolation, (COME ON PEOPLE IM THROWING EM AT YOU!) I started to ponder: Why in the fuck do I like this ship so much?? 

The romantic relationship between Hermione and Draco is based off a trope as old as the London bridge. Our wonderful beautiful cliché: enemies to lovers. 

We love the idea of someone seeing you when you’re not at all trying to impress them, be friendly or mindful or considerate or empathetic or even cordial, and still falling in love with you anyways. 

Just the raw authenticity behind such a love is so entrancing, that we’ll read the same story over and over again in different fonts. 

At first, I resisted my curiosity regarding Dramione, as I thought Hermione was the walking embodiment of girls get it done, and Draco was nothing but sniveling spoiled bigoted coward and bully. (Not to mention I never noticed how hot Tom Felton actually was in the later movies. Why didn’t anyone tell meeee???)

His feud with Harry added to my dislike of him, but that could somewhat be dismissed as boys being boys. It was intolerance and ignorance towards Hermione that made me hate him. As well as his quick use of threats in his fathers name any time someone so much as disagreed with him. Needless to say, Draco Malfoy was a punk bitch. Through and through. Not my words, take it up with JKR. 

So why on Earth would I ever enjoy reading about him, of all people, falling in love with and being chosen by the Hermione Granger, one of the greatest representations of nerdy awkward beautiful bad ass girls to ever exist, after he regarded her so horribly? And over Ron at that? 

It was a hard adjustment. 

Because to me, their story wasn’t simply enemies to lovers. To me it was a story of a member of an oppressive group, experiencing the mortifying ordeal of being in love with a member of the oppressed. (If you didn’t catch this one just log off.) 

"Anais, it’s not that deep."

I know. I know. But this thought process can’t be helped. 

To put it simply, Dramione reminded me of that one movie with the black girl falling in love with the Nazi soldier. Or another better written version of the book about the Latina girl who fell in love with the klan leader's son. Or even on a less extreme note, about the Asian girl falling in love with the racist boy who actually turned out to be not so racist, seeing he only used the slurs because it’s what his dad taught him and peer pressure made him and he was going through such a hard time back then but he knows better now, and honestly they were only kids, and you can’t help the environment you were raised in and-

Ok, so I made that last one up, but you get the point. 

Manacled being my first fic didn’t really help diminish this connection my mind was making while trying to enjoy this fandom. And that wasn't the only fic that influenced the analysis, because the main premise to many other fics was acknowledging ones ability to grow and change for the better. And the only way to do that, was to acknowledge the ugly shit of their past. 

And no other example made such a direct reference to Draco's past and sometimes present ideologies (depending on the fic you read) as the use of the word mudblood. 

Ah, mudblood. 

Such a dirty, disgusting, abhorrent and absolute slimy fucking use of the English language. 

So obvious in its implication, no different than Shacklebolt or Cho Chang (you really popped off with those didn’t you JK?) that the lack of subtlety almost made the slur hit harder. 

Mudblood. It was simple in it's meaning. Dirty. Inferior. And worthless.

Reading about Draco calling Hermione the ugly name for the first time in CoS made me cringe, but experiencing similar real life altercations made me loathe it’s existence entirely.

"Anais, it’s really not a that deep."

I know! Just, hold on. 

It was such a fucked up word, I hated it. 

So imagine my surprise when I read and heard the word being used so freely and casually in fics, cosplay TikToks, edits and other forms of fandom media. 

And no matter how much I reminded myself that the word wasn’t real, these characters weren’t real, and that the word had no real history because the world it came from didn’t even exist, I could not for the life of me, stop hearing another word as an afterthought every time I read it and heard it. 

Can you guess which word that is? 

Here’s an example of what my mind does whenever the word is used: 

“If you're wondering what the smell is, Mother, a mudblood (n*****) just walked in.”

“Haven’t I told you? Killing mudbloods (n******, he means n******) doesn’t matter to me anymore.” 

“I don’t need help from filthy little mudbloods (n******) like her!”

Do you understand what I go through?! 

Needless to say I prefer fics where the word isn’t used at all. 

Oh to be able to enjoy harmless free fiction without constantly comparing the plight of the imaginary world’s minorities to the very real systemic racism experienced by black and poc people every where. sigh

Yeah, I’m that girl at the party (not really, mostly I’m quiet. Because if I talk, I'll be that girl at the party.) 

It can’t be helped. 

So here’s me, experiencing this fandom for the first time, enjoying enemies to lovers that’s really not enemies to lovers but more like racist learns that racism is bad through falling in love with the very kind of person he was raised to be racist towards and what better way to unlearn bigoted indoctrination than through spending time with said person who just so happens to be extraordinary and not like the others from said group (because if Muggleborns aren't extraordinary are they really worth loving?) and also insanely beautiful and also clever and extremely desirable and the unlearning had nothing to do with that attraction right? He became better purely from his own desire to evolve....right?????? 

(Obviously my interpretation of the ship is extremely biased and a gross generalization. There is no right way to do Dramione. Of course Draco had the capacity to better himself without Hermione. That much is canon. And even though the wizarding world has extreme prejudices within it's society, it was probably nothing compared to how any of them would be treated if the statute of secrecy was broken. There’s levels. Don’t worry. I get it. There's layers.) 

But do you see the implications as it pertains to these two as individuals? Especially regarding their backgrounds?

After my adjustment period, I realized that these implications meant that Draco’s growth was actually extremely complicated. It wasn't just enemies to lovers, it was a complex narrative that called attention to how difficult unlearning toxic and harmful ideologies could be. And while I have no idea if writers and creators ever intended to highlight the parallels between his and Hermione's story and that of very real people who fell in love even when it was dangerous and against all odds, they were impossible not to notice. Thus making his character, one of the realest and most realistic characters of the entire fandom.

And that is precisely why I fell in love. 

(No but seriously, reading about Draco from a such an intimate standpoint from either his or Hermione’s POV had me rethinking my entire dating history, taste in men, and marriage goals. And I’m not just talking about the smut!) 

Listen you know you’ve got a problem when you sit and consume fanfiction for two days straight with barely any breaks for food or sleep.  

I consumed several fics in a short span of a couple of weeks, most of them being smutty one shots. I came to develop, as we all have, a specific preference for certain characterizations. I commented, liked and shared. And I even attempted to write my own (to be announced) Dramione stories. 

I discovered new kinks, was inspired by my oh so talented friends and other writers, and I even considered (still am) dying my hair brown. 

(What? Obsessed. Psh. No. Of course not.)

Now, I’ve entered a phase of careful curation. After having deleted all of my Ao3 tabs by mistake, (fuck the iphone) I’ve been finding fics through very specific filtering rather than recommendations. And when I have the time, reading for hours and hours on end. As well as joining the occasional writing sprint. 

Eventually I’d like to start creating fan art and posting full fledged Dramione stories. This fandom is one of the most beautiful, sexy and entertaining fandoms I’ve ever come across. And when I'm not thinking and about the political and economic state of the wizarding world and how deeply that plays into our favorite ship, I'm actually just fangirling. 

Anyways, that’s all for now folks! 

Anais: out! 

#dramione #fanfiction #ao3 #its not that deep #but it is though #draco malfoy #hermione granger #hermione x draco #black girl thoughts

[blushweddinggowns]

Trope rating game

I'm so late but I love these! tagged by @zerokrox-blog ❤️❤️❤️

rules: How much do these tropes affect your decision to click on a fic? -10 -> very dissuaded 

0 - don’t care either way 

+10 -> very enticed 

nope -> if it’s a hard no and you’d never click on a fic with that tag or or you even have the tag blocked or you’d insta click out of the fic if it wasn’t tagged.  Bonus points for explaining the rating and whether it’s conditional.

Age gap: 0

Definity depends. I don't seek it out but anything like 10 years or less doesn't freak me out too bad.

Codependency: 10

I love it so much it's ~embarrassing~ But I think thats the funny thing with what I write and what I like in fic in general, it's almost all stuff I'd hate in real life?? What does that say about me?

Obsession/Possessiveness, jealousy: 10

See above!

Opposites (grumpy/sunshine etc): 2

I don't seek it out persay but its almost always cute as hell.

Enemies to lovers, Enemies with benefits: -2

I'm such a true love/fluff addict, I usually dont got the patience. But I have seen sooo many good fics with that trope though, I respect the writers.

Friends with benefits: -2

Just say you love each other already jesus christ 😭😭 (Did I mention I have no patience??)

Sex to feelings: -1

See above

Fake dating/relationship: -1

Same ish with friends and benefits! I'm such a baby gee wiz.

Friends to lovers: +2

It's cute!

Found Family: 10

Love it soooo much. Adore, adore, adore, adore!

Hurt/Comfort: +5

The guarantee of comfort, always gets me going.

Love Triangle: -10

Make em all fuck or get out of my face honestly.

Poly, open relationships: 0

Eh, I like reading the occasional like closed poly relationships or threeway but open ones just dont get me. Maybe because of bad experiences?

Mistaken/hidden identity: 3

I like them....the stupidier it is the better and no i do not know why!

Monsterfucking: +10

Yeahhhhhhhhh, I'm a fan. Definite fan. Mega fan.

Pregnancy: 5

Omegaverse or not, I like it. Which again. actual pregnancy is one of my top 5 fears. Whats up with that?

Second Chance: 0

Eh, don't look for it don't mind it. Im such a little bitch with angst it's not even funny.

Slowburn: 0

Can take or leave.

Soulmates: +5

It's cute!

Tagging with no pressure! @spectrum-spectre @letscrank @devondespresso @jjoesjonas @pearynice @heavenlycrashes @henderdads @hammity-hammer @homosexual-having-tea

#fanfic #ask games

[definitelynotshouting]

For the ask game: 17, 18 aaaand 22

mcytblr writer ask game

17.) Favorite dynamic to write? (ship, familial bond, friendship, qpr, rivalry, etc)

[looks at scarian] listen at my heart im a ship writer who just loves writing people who would, at their very cores, burn the world down for each other without a single thought

WILL SAY THO THAT I DO LOVE WRITING FAMILIAL/FRIENDSHIP BONDS QUITE A LOT TOO, ive been getting SO much mileage writing mumbo and grian bouncing off each other (something i am pleased to report is, lets say...... coming soon again to a hunger au near you??? >:] ), and also i know i havent posted any of this for u guys yet bc its mostly noodling in dms, but the iskall + grian friendship (especially in ia au) makes me go NUTS i love writing them..... your honor they are soooooooo everything 2 me the dynamics are off the fucking chain

18.) How similar are the things you enjoy writing to the things you enjoy reading?

Pretty similar for the most part!! I tend to write things i personally find interesting. But sometimes the things i want to explore do sorta divert from what i would normally enjoy reading. At my heart, im a fantasy and sci-fi lover, who adores reading about long quests and action-packed scenes-- but sometimes i end up wanting to write about things that are a lot more ordinary and mundane, and highlight the emotions that come with them. One of these days i need to post about the au that i decided to make into an og concept, because its like. One of the furthest things from what id read that i can think of, but my gods is it compelling to write

22.) Any popular fanfic you heard a lot of buzz around and thought "eh it's fine" just to read it later and decide "oh it does deserve all the hype it gets!"

I genuinely cant think of any, tbh-- I dont normally tune in to a lot of buzz, so this is a question that just doesnt apply very much to me. Usually i just go into a fic without any assumptions and decide how i feel about it as i start reading :]

#shouting speaks #asks #tbh i know/hear about popular authors/artists far more than i do about particular fics #ask game #txt

[aliypop]

When The Sun Rises

Word Count:  667

Writers Notes:  I wanted to do a Drabble with my peaky oc and Tommy and nothing sounds better than fic where Tommy actually you know sleeps! anyways I hope you all enjoy the fic I have more in store

Warning: Fluffy

Pairing: OC ( Eleanor Williams ) / Thomas Shelby  

Arrow House had for once been peaceful as the sounds of light early morning March rain and wind began to beat against the windows. There laying in bed, were Tommy Shelby and his Wife Eleanor, soundly sleeping on a Friday morning, something that had been entirely rare for the couple, especially for Tommy, who had looked as if he had too much Whiskey, sitting up looking at the window was Eleanor, her eyes focused on the beautiful colors of the sun rising, golden yellow seeping through pink clouds that were once and would possibly return to be gloomy, but she couldn't imagine anything more peace than being next to the man she loved who brought her the most tranquility, "Tom darling..." she whispered as he snored. Thomas Shelby was out like a light and comfortable if he snored, "Thomas?" she whispered again, brushing a hair from off his forehead, this time a grumble as he turned to his side, like a horse with a fly around its face, even when asleep he was stubborn, it wasn't as if Lizzie didn't warn her, As Eleanor took a deep breath she began to wiggle out of bed in an attempt to start off her morning until she felt an arm around her waist, "Oye...Where do you think you're going," groggy blue eyes looking up at her, "I was going to get a start on breakfast and let you sleep in some before the boys wake up," she ruffled his hair as he kissed her brown sun-kissed skin, "Mmm, not letting you go. It's too early to get out of bed," Tommy groaned, "You're missing a beautiful sunrise..." "Beautiful sunrise, eh," he glanced over as she nodded. Tommy gave her a soft chuckle, his head still on his cloud-like pillow, "What's so funny, Mr. Shelby?" "Don't need a sunrise when I got you to look at," he smiled, pulling her closer. Eleanor had her head resting on his chest as she listened to his heartbeat. "And what about Breakfast?" "We've got cooks for that," he kissed her forehead, "And your meetings?" "Moved em to the afternoon," the soothing rain making him fall asleep, his eyelids getting heavier until he eventually fell asleep, "And the bo-" before she could even finish her words, he was snoring again with Eleanor cuddled into his side. The warm of his body and the sweet sound of rain had too lulled her back into the sweet arms of sleep, "I could stay like this forever," she mumbled into his chest, " Louis, You broke the Panopticon again!" "Did not!" "Did too!"

It was as if it were on que that the sound of heavy footsteps running down towards their room could be heard. Brown eyes filled with an annoyed rage only met with blue eyes holding the same expression, "Oh, for fuck sake..." "You wait till he finds out..." Was the last thing both Tommy and Eleanor heard, the two by eyes debating who would handle their three boys, "I hope you know you owe me later..." "Love you too, Mr. Shelby,"  the two heard crying outside their bedroom door. The sly smirk on Tommy's face only made Eleanor wish he'd been back in bed. As Eleanor got up, she put her robe on and her slippers. Standing next to her husband as if their moment of sleep had never happened, "John, give Louis back his toy!" Charlie yelled. He poked his head in, "It's a war zone out there," running after his two half brothers, Tommy turned to look at Eleanor as he gave her a quick peck on the lips, "If we have any more children, let's hope they're girls," Eleanor laughed as she t looked down at her stomach, "You hear that little one. Daddy's counting on you to be a girl," she grinned, walking towards the door as Tommy's usual emotionless face was stuck in a bit of shock, "Pick up your jaw, Honeybee. We've got a day ahead of us,"

#peaky blinders #peaky blinders fanfic #peaky blinders fanfiction #peakyoc #peaky blinders imagine #peaky blinders oc #tommy shelby fanfic #tommy shelby fanfiction #tommy shelby #tommy shelby xoc #fic drabble

[leclercsbf]

fic writer tag game tagged by @ocontraire. tagging @c2-eh, @f1amboyant, and anyone else who’s down!

tell me about 1-5 ideas that you’ve not written a single word for yet. notes don’t count, which is great because i have too many notes.

“and they were roommates!” two separate fics coexisting in the same universe. charles and carlos are roommates. lando and oscar are roommates. carlos is hopelessly in love with charles and lando is the long-suffering best friend who has to sit through carlos’ lovesick monologuing. there’s a bit of overlap because the characters know each other, but each fic can be read on its own.

rise of the guardians. charles is jack frost and carlos is pitch. that’s literally all the note says. i have no idea where i was going with this but it kind of slaps.

amnesia. charles and carlos are drivers, teammates, husbands. charles hits the barrier during a race and suffers memory loss as a result.

the classic “woke up with lady parts” au. “let me guess, i will have to ask someone to fuck me back into my own body?” “what are you on about? you will be back to normal in a few days. really, calamar, i thought i was the one who read fanfiction here.” for the record, this is a charlos fic, but that line from pierre amuses me to no end. it also does a pretty good job of introducing the plot.

set it up. landoscar fic based on, well, set it up—except their bosses are just workaholics instead of being downright toxic. this is important because, knowing me, the bosses are probably going to be charlos or maxiel.

#🏷️ #🎱 #almost forgot to do this because i was busy making myself suffer #also i have too many fucking ideas #deciding what to write is always a fucking process to me

[thedetectiveofinaba]

@chibitantei asked: 🚩 + your current fandom

Send 🚩 for a RPC-related unpopular opinion - accepting!

Specific character/ship biases and opinions shown in a passive aggressive or in an... eh, not the best way have probably ruined more characters or headcanons/fanon POVs they're aware of. That, plus they're really one-sided and lame.

My two pet peeve ships in on that are on kan/nao and sou/yo. I added a Read More to this post so if you're not in the mood, you can skip my subjective take.

I used to really fucking like kannao bc of the "fuck your gender stereotypes" energy it had and how it was kinda cute to a past me. Then some obnoxious stans started the yunao vs kannao wars and focused on how X is toxic and that's why other one is objectively better - while ignoring that all protags are teens and make stupid decisions what make that idea in question super hard to work fluently. Add some ridiculous fanon ideas to that, and it's a case of "used to like it, but it exists".

Fanon souyo tends to often have a super weird dynamic and some fic writer fans tend to project a tad bit too much on Yosuke and ignore his character development & SL. I get it, he probably is more performative at first but I'm pretty sure Yu would ALSO have fatigue and not be the mr. Perfect Narukami. These days when I'm reading souyo fics in AO3 it's either specific writers or post-game souyo how my idealist brain thinks it'd form out. The whole "highschool sweethearts moving in to study at one uni and then they were roommates" impression has its appeal to me.

My opinion still stands on how ship wars akin to yunao vs kannao is fucking ridiculous and the fanon idea on that ship has ruined it for me & fanon souyo is a tad bit ridiculous and shows their dynamic in an unflattering light.

#chibitantei #/i feel like setting the dash on fire w/ my mild take on how sometimes fanon is just trash #/some takes are just ridiculous and exist in a vacuum #ask answer #askpost answer #/unpopular opinion.exe

[forabeatofadrum]

an ask game for writers to procrastinate working on your WIP(s)

Thanks for tagging me @wellbelesbian! Better late than never, eh?

1. 🦈Tell us the name of your/ one of your WIP(s):

Just Some Guy and Ljubili se. Those are my "active" WIPs now, because if I had to list all of them... oh boy. Although I'm working on Just Some Guy more.

2. 🍄Describe your WIP/one of your WIP(s) in the format of “___ + ___ =___”

Outsider POV + Chosen One shit = disinterest

Queer journey + long distance = chaos (I think???)

3. 🌍What tags or warnings will one of your WIP(s) need if you intend to share it?

For these two, none. I know Matt is MCD, but it stands for Matt Christopher Davis.

4. 🧭An alternative title to one of your WIP(s)?

I don't really have alternative titles, but they do have nicknames. I call Just Some Guy "MCD" because it's just funny to me and Ljubili se "Klaine in Ljubljana 2" which is ridiculous cause they're no longer in Ljubljana.

5. ⚠️Which WIP your most likely to finish or update next?

Just Some Guy. I only need to finish one more chapter and I've been updating it weekly.

6. 💾What is your document of your WIP/ a WIP called? (not the stories actual title but what you’ve saved it as)

Ljubili se is in "drabbles and oneshots" and Just Some Guy in "Non-glee drabbles and oneshots" because I am chaotic and put all my writing in those two docs, unless something becomes too big, then it gets its own doc.

7. 🖍Post Any sentence(s) from your WIP.

I’ve heard stories of physical fights between them, but I kind of don’t care. Just let me play chess in peace. If they want to knock each other’s brains out, be my guest. One time I walked to class and Simon almost shoved Baz against the wall in anger, and I just passed them. I think more students are kind of used to their escalations. So, no, I don’t care. Arnold says it’s rude of me to think that way, but it’s not out of malice. It’s out of disinterest. “Really, I don’t get politics,” I sigh.

8. ♻️A scrapped idea for your current WIP.

I scrapped two scenes in Just Some Guy. The whole premise of the fic is that Matt honestly doesn't care that much about what the fuck is going in with Simon Snow and entourage. Originally, the kidnapping of the Mage in the 6th year had an entire scene where he, Leslie and John discuss it. And in the 8th year, there was an entire scene where Matt and his dad learn about the Mage's death, because once again, John and Leslie show up to discuss it. But in the end, I realised that Matt just... doesn't care. And those two scenes therefore felt very forced and it dragged the chapters down. The snippets aren't bad. They're just woefully unnecessary. I was like "I need Matt to acknowledge this" and I realised I didn't. I put both of them under the cut at the end of this post.

Hey, it ain't spoilers, cause everyone who's read Carry On knows what happens to good ole Davy.

9. 🤔What’s a story you’d love to write but haven’t even started yet?

Unfortunately for me, my mind's already started planning for this year's Klaine Advent/December Fanworks Challenge. Why is this unfortunate? Well, I still have to finish the 2023 one, Ljubili se.

But this idea is pretty neat. It's inspired by J.M. Frey's Accidental Turn series. That's all I'm sayin.

10. 🤡How many WIPS are you actively working on?

Actively, 2. Maybe 3, since bamboo ceiling is rotating in my brain. Don't ask me about the others in my WIP Hospital.

11. 🛠Is there a scene or anything in the WIP you are struggling with right now?

I AM FUCKING STUCK ON LJUBILI SE BECAUSE JUST LIKE LJUBIM TE I JUST FIND KURT'S POV HARDER/LESS INTERESTING TO WRITE.

12. ❤️Not a question, just a second Kudos to send.

Kudos back!

I think this post has been passed around in the Snowbaz fandom, so I am passing it to the Gleeks: @thnxforknowingme @caramelcoffeeaddict @coffeegleek @quizasvivamos @bitbybitwrites @shame-is-a-wasted-emotion @rockitmans @special-bc-ur-part-of-it and whoever else!

Year 6: Mage's kidnapping

When I come home from Christmas break, something is definitely up.

“Did I miss anything?” I whisper to Leslie. We’re walking towards the Dining Hall to meet up with the others.

Leslie looks around.

“I heard this from John,” she leans in, “that the Mage got kidnapped over Christmas.”

“What?!” I exclaim.

“Shut it,” Leslie hisses. Some people are indeed staring at us. “The Coven is keeping it quiet at the Mage’s request. He cannot afford to look weak in front of the Old Families and the Dark Creatures.”

“Then how does John know?” I ask, but I think I already know the answer. John just knows stuff. And so far he’s always right. Maybe he’s a Seer, or something. Not that those are real, but damn, John is a strong contender.

And yes, Leslie tells me that John just knows.

Leslie and I enter the Dining Hall and John waves. Everyone’s already here. I look to Leslie to say something about it, but she’s already run to Sam to catch up. I shrug. Leslie can be mysterious as well.

I sit next to John and I inquire about the Mage’s disappearance.

“Yeah, Simon Snow saved him and all that jazz,” John says quietly.

“Shouldn’t the Mage be the one protecting him, not the other way around?”

“You’d think, huh?” John sighs.

I look around. I assume others know as well, but no one discusses it openly. Even the Old Family kids don’t taunt Simon Snow about his mentor allegedly being kidnapped.

“Why did you tell Leslie?” I ask.

“Because I knew she’d tell you.”

“Why is it important that I know?” I ask, “You know I don’t care about Chosen One stuff.”

I care more about the pudding that’s in front of me. Fuck yeah, pudding. Both my mum and my dad are decent cooks, but they have nothing on cook Pritchard.

John shrugs.

“I needed you to react to it for story reasons,” he says.

“… Okay,” I say and I scoop some pudding on my plate, “Did it work?”

John nods with a smile.

“Yes, it did.”

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Year 8: Mage's death

“Okay, so, the Humdrum attacked the Pitch Manor, where Simon Snow so happened to be. The day after, it attacks Watford. Simon and the Mage are there. Simon defeats the Humdrum and lost his magic. He kills the Mage. Is that… all?”

“In a nutshell,” Leslie says.

“Why would Simon Snow kill the Mage?” my dad wonders out loud. That is indeed the most surprising part, not even the fact that the Mage killed Ebb, the goatherd.

“The investigation is still in its beginning phase,” John says, “But it sounds like the Mage maybe wasn’t a good man after all.”

“Huh,” my dad says. That’s all. But it summarises it perfectly. Look, my dad and I are just some guys. We don’t have big opinions on the status quo, so we never really questioned how things are.

“So, what now?” I ask.

“There will be an inquiry into the Mage’s death,” Leslie explains, “Mitali Bunce is interim headmistress. Rumour has it that Simon Snow’s magic hasn’t returned, so who knows if he’ll come back to school.”

Damn.

This dude just saved the world, and he has to think about school?

I mean, I do too, but I am no Chosen One.

Bruh, it must suck to be Simon Snow

#tag game

[alexandraisyes]

🤯😈🤡🍆🍦💖

Thanks for the ask! Turbo's answers under the cut! Here's where you can find the emojis for the ask game!

🤯 What's a genre you struggle with as a writer (ex. romance, action, etc.)?

Probably romance. I'm not a very romantic person but that's to be expected considering my, uh, psychological standing (sweats in ASPD). I've been told that the romantic and soft and family shit I write is really nice and feels real, but I'm just making shit up man, haha. I do a lot of self-projecting when I write sweet shit because I wanna give my characters what I can't have. ❤️Thankfully Turbo is here to make me brainrot and think about all of the sweet shit. Otherwise, the fics would be a lot darker than they already are.

😈 Has there been a point in a story where you did something just to be playfully mean to your readers?

Like kill Sun's cats? OH YOU SAID PLAYFULLY-

🤡 What's a line, scene, or exchange you've written that made you laugh?

Any time Killcode acts like a feral cat I get a good laugh. He's just an oversized cat who acts like one too his lovers as well. Including play fighting them (much to Flare's dismay as he gets pulled away from tasks).

🍆 Do you write the spicy stuffs? If so, what's your most popular nsfw fic?

I do haha. My most popular nsfw fic is The Deal because that's the only one uploaded so far. TMiB is just the sequel to The Deal so it doesn't count.

🍦 What's the sweetest fic you've created so far?

Oooh that's tricky. I would say The Deal except that's got uh. . . death. lol. Probably Erros in Resentment just because it's me projecting on Eclipse like all fuck and he gets the happy ending that I think he deserves. Without more suffering. It's kind of my love letter to my disorder (ASPD) since Eclipse and Ruin both have it. There's something beautiful in the absolute devotion a sociopath can have to someone, the unwavering loyalty, and that's often taken for granted because we don't love in the traditional sense of the word. It's meant to show that people with ASPD can still be happy, and change, and grow and improve and live meaningful lives without causing harm to people around them. Not even just ASPD, but all Cluster B disorders. That someone who is aromantic by nature can still find happiness with someone else, even if it's not a romantic companionship, but rather just a sense of belonging. Like I said, it's me self-projecting on Eclipse, and Ruin also having ASPD? That was just the cherry on top for me. I can't promise when it'll get updated, though.

💖 What made you start writing?

I've always been writing! I just normally kept it to myself or roleplays. I've been writing short stories since I knew how to write, though.

Turbo's turn!

🤯 What's a genre you struggle with as a writer (ex. romance, action, etc.)?

serious conversations? probably some heavy- really heavy shit i think

😈 Has there been a point in a story where you did something just to be playfully mean to your readers?

that one time me and alex hinted at a solar x lunar shit. But it was one sided

🤡 What's a line, scene, or exchange you've written that made you laugh?

Any scene where bloodmoon swore in the deal. it just hits different because he dosent swear so much in my ehes

🍆 Do you write the spicy stuffs? If so, what's your most popular nsfw fic?

THE DEAL LMAO

🍦 What's the sweetest fic you've created so far?

A little snippet called "bloodmoon, eclipse, lunar, and burgers" 🥺 (its not found anywhere but on a discord server lel im too shy)

💖 What made you start writing?

DUNGEONS AND DRAGONS NGL AND MY LOVE FOR STORIES

#alex talks #alex rambles #long post #long answer #answered ask #fanfic writer emoji ask game #fanfic writer ask #fanfic writer #ao3 writer #the deal tsams

[cyburnya]

The Millionaire’s Waltz

“You’re brooding again,” the kid beside him states, looking up from the device that’s carefully picking apart muscle and flesh, “I told you about brooding on my table.”

“I’m not– I’m not brooding, I’m thinking.” The retort is weak, but it’s better than lying down and taking it. Quackity purses his lips and looks away from Tubbo’s smug fucking eyes.

“You’re brooding. You got the look, boss, the look in your eyes when you’re thinking about edgy things. What’s getting under your skin, eh? Come on, you know I got doc-patient confidentiality going.” Tubbo tilts his head, tapping the circular device.

“You didn’t even make me sign a contract, how can I trust you?” A rhetorical question, both of them knew Alex would fess up quick. “Just thinking about cybernetics, ‘s all. Stupid shit, really. Gotta wonder how human you are when you’re mostly metal.”  

“I mean, are bots human? We’re human ‘cuz we think. Bots don’t think, I think.” Tapping his head, Toby offers a lopsided grin. “Still got your brain, though, and your heart. Metaphorically, some people don’t got that. They aren’t lucky enough. But, hey, you’re getting a neat new tool. Maybe it’ll pay off, or your money back. Don’t take that shit to heart, you aren’t getting your eddies back.”

lord my god all that is holy she is born she is real

my lovechild, rebels anthology, now has its first part! it did not take me several months and i did not overshoot my initial wordcount. writing such a large fic has given me a much better understanding of who i am as a person and the amount of words i can actually spit out in any given moment. sure, i can crack out 20k in a week, but i sure as hell wont be able to do that every week without actually falling over and dying

this fic was written for the @mcytblraufest! i am so sorry for being local problem child writer

huge huge shoutouts to neptune (ao3 + tumblr) and to cryingtulips (ao3 + tumblr). neptune you got me literally one of the coolest artworks possible for this fic like an actual movie trailer? oh my god i keep thinking about it. and wil you caught so many mistakes id missed, picked up my missing words and my horrible grammar and fixed it. i would be sitting in a pile of string and sadness if not for you. yall carried me to the end and i am so thankful you stuck with me and my turbulent schedule and motivation.

more coming soon for rebels anthology, trust me :-]

#dsmp #dream smp #dreamsmp #quackity centric #fic #fanfic #rebels anthology #a rebels anthology #cyberpunk #cyberpunk au #quackity #mcytaufest #vlanfiction #new tag yeahoo

[hurricane-heatt]

FIRSTLY i do not know how i hadn't seen your ao3 before now and i'm losing my MIND i'm about to read it all bc i just read casualty of you and now i'm SCREECHING secondly... the fic writer questions: 11, 4, 30, 49! x

FIRSTLY AWAHHHH THABK YOU SO SO MUCH!!!! i hope u enjoy <3333

secondly gonna stick these answers below the cut!!! just because i started rambling ehe

11- Are you partial to a certain character/pairing or are you more equal-opportunity? If you are partial to any character/pairing, why do you think that is?

oh absolutely pairing-wise it will always be sebmark for me… i think i am just entirely struck by the different phases of their relationship? 2009 is an entirely different vibe to 2013 who is an entirely different vibe to 2017 and that makes fic writing them sooo fun for me its never a chore to write sebmark. beyond this teammate rivalries are just absolutely compelling to me i think the dynamics and intricacies are so so interesting, especially gaining more insight on that from marks book was just eeeee i loved it (fuck u helmut marko for everything you ever do). personality wise too they both suit each other well in terms of rpf and they dynamics that i’ve always written and like writing.

character wise i love writing seb. i rlly hope i do him justice because i just love his voice and his humour and his mannerisms. he’s my love ever and i love him so any pairings with him in i am always heart eyes over.

4 - What detail in [insert fic] are you really proud of?

i’m gonna take this as any fic i’ve written so! i think anything in good men die too verse i am hugely proud of. i did a bit of research for crush about street racing (a lack of in thoroughfare which i often get annoyed about but oh well) and so i think i got the car types right. either way it sounds professional so shrug!

an unreleased fic i have a bit of detail on is my siren!seb fic, its entirely unfinished but i did some research about mythology surrounding mermaids and sirens and think it’s pretty good in that!!!

30 - Have you ever written something that was out of your comfort zone? If so, what was it, and how did it affect your approach to writing fic thereafter?

oh boy most of my ot3 fest fics (i have three fulfilled hopefully! haha 3) were quite a new experience. i won’t spoil a ton but writing threesomes is hard man. lots of limbs

49 - What are you currently working on? Share a few lines if you’re up for it!

ehehehe. its a another fucking sebmark au! heir to father’s business seb nearly gets assassinated and his driver mark (annoying, gets in the way, keeps making fun of him) saves his life and thus is made his bodyguard in order to protect him. he hates mark already but this really pisses seb off, a constant shadow. also it’s called bad for business yes like the sabrina carpenter song

it’s going to be my first multi chapter and i’m anxious as balls about it and i really kind of hate the tone at the minute so it needs reworking. first chap is basically done but want three written before i post anything just for my own sanity. but here’s a little snippet of them winding each other up

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Why has Britta put the medicine on the top shelf, for fuck’s sake, she knows he’s not that tall. He gets on his tiptoes, but the box is pushed further back by the tips of his fingers, rather than grabbing it.

“Let me, Mr Vettel.”

And then, the lean body of Sebastian’s driver against the back of him, reaching up to the shelf with zero effort. His fingers dash against Sebastian’s, and it’s a much more successful retrieval, bringing down the box of pills to his height.

Sebastian turns, putting his back to the countertop, the bare skin under his hoodie just brushing the cool marble. He’s close enough that he can smell Webber’s cologne - sharp. Masculine. Like the rest of him, ever predictable.

Webber takes a short step back, probably assessing how abnormally close they were. He puts the box into Sebastian’s open palm. The pills shake inside upon impact. He’s pleased, but through gritted teeth, like a dog finally being allowed a treat.

“Thank you.”

“No problem.”

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so yeah!!!! i rlly hope i do finish it and get it out because the idea has been brewing for months.

thank u so much for all the questions and ofc the love for casualty of you <33

#answered asks

[muserepeats]

What do we need LESS of in Fexi Fics? What are you tired of reading?

At this moment, I don't think I'd ask for LESS of anything in Fexi Fics. If you're still here on this ship, brain rotted through despite the odds and the time that has passed and how LONG we have to wait until S3, then please, write whatever the fuck you want, whenever the fuck you want to. Take a break, come back, revisit an abandoned WIP, start a new WIP, start five new WIPs. Completely revamp an older fic, write a prequel, a sequel, a trilogy, a random epilogue. Do something really challenging or do something in your comfort zone. Anything goes. Just tag appropriately - I think we've all learned that lesson by now, eh? I understand the motivation for engagement, we all want comments and kudos and it feels great. But this is a small fandom and at this stage anything published has gotta be for the love of Fexi and pure, unrelenting passion for your idea. And remember there are lots of readers who have no idea what's going on on tumblr, don't think of any writers as having a brand, they just want more content. (I was that reader in Feb/Mar/Apr.) Anyway, there are ~1500 Fexi works on AO3, millions of words written by authors covering a ton of different tropes, prompts, in-canon vs. AU, fluff, angst, fix-its, etc. Maybe 1500 doesn't seem like a lot, but to me, there's so much more to discover. If something turns your nobs or absolutely turns you off, it's kind of on you to seek out or ignore, to read or not read, to not take it personally if you don't like it, and to write whatever corner of the fexi-verse gets you absolutely jazzed. And again, always tag responsibly.

#them’s my thoughts #asks

[applesfallingfromblondehair]

i can't believe its over!! thank you so much for writing this phenomenal body of work, it has been such a joy to follow. your hard work and dedication is so so so appreciated, this story has felt so real and alive and tangible, there's very few fic writers ive encountered that just Get it the way you do. im just really grateful that you've shared this!

my soft spot has from the very beginning been matty and george and that hasn't changed - theres something so incredibly captivating and magnetic about two people who are so caught up in each other and just can't let go, no matter how bad things get. and god, GOD, this part?

"George’s thumb is on Matty’s chin, the rest of his hand closed against the side of Matty’s face, and Matty’s head is flooded with intrusive thoughts—the same thoughts he sees reflected in George’s eyes, glimmering back at him before he closes them. Matty holds his breath and Ross’s hand feels heavy on his thigh as George leans in and kisses his forehead, fleeting but still significant, before pushing him away and fully onto Ross, then rising from the couch to go sit in the big armchair opposite them."

in the words of jeff buckley, its never over!!!! my kingdom for a kiss upon her shoulder.... they drive me crazy and my heart aches for them, i wish there was a way for them to have bi-yearly swan songs for the rest of their lives. just to get it out of their systems, you know? on that note - please please please do write that threesome, im sooo fascinated by the george/ross dynamic and they neeeed to fuck. please.

however, my aching team george heart aside, you left everyone in such a soft and good space, and i loved it<3 you wrapped it up so beautifully - there truly was no way to do it any better. i adore the way you make sense of the boys relationship, of course im particularly weak for the way you write matty and george. i would read everything and anything you write for them, seriously, this is my plea for more matty/george from you in any capacity!

Oh mate I can't believe it's over either. What a journey it's been eh?

It means the world that you've appreciated my work and that you think that I get it—because I feel that deeply too. There's something special that happens to me when I read something from someone who Gets It (@oh-bonerline is the only one currently in the spotlight for me and if you're into Matty/Ross you should definitely give her stuff a serious go), and knowing I'm someone like that for you fills me with joy ❤️

Yes to the threesome, hopefully I'll be inspired to actually write it after my hiatus and I can make some people happy with it 👀

Team George will get their share of content soon, I promise. I just need to decide what to tackle first and build a story around it. No big deal, eh? 🥲

Thank you so much for all the love and appreciation, it truly means the world ❤️❤️❤️

#answered #ilydym #the end

[kinnoth]

just to get this out of the way:

i watched boondock saints for the first time when i was like, 14 and i didn't think it was good, but i was like eh, it's fine? good enough to try and find fic for?

i watched it again last week because my WIFE of all people suggested it, and holy shit

like i'm not a fan of tarantino. i think his shit is schlocky and that his style is like, what a terminally uncool person thinks how cool people talk and act, and i think that's inherently cringe as like, a personality fault: that lack of self awareness etc etc

but oh my god, watching the ineptitude of someone who is JUST AS UNCOOL as tarantino try to IMITATE tarantino, and DO IT BADLY

like say what you will about tarantino (i just did), but his shit is functional. it is coherent. he understands the language of film and the clip of a conversation and how to block characters moving on a screen through a space. he knows, on a very basic level, how to cut a scene so that you know where people are within a physical location, and how things are moving through time. you get a feeling, also that even if he doesn't know and love the places he sets his movies, that at least he's aware of them, like maybe he's done a minimum of research into the location's history and geography.

he produces schlock but it's COMPETENT, COMPREHENSIBLE SCHLOCK.

fucking duffy???????????????????

there's at least 3 scenes i can think of where he cuts a scene before the actor has finished delivering his line of dialogue, so the last 200ms of audio are played over that abrupt cut to black scene transition. he doesn't know how to light shit, so there are multiple scenes where the background is blowing out the characters' faces while they're supposed to be seriously talking to one another.

there are ...6(?)...fight sequences and each of them are cut so that every abrupt angle change confuses you as to which characters are to the left/right/screen up/screen down of the closed room they're in. actors frequently are just left to .....fidget? listlessly? as they deliver their dialogue because his fucking sets are populated with NOTHING and he has given them NO direction about what they ought to be doing while they deliver his absurdly unwitty dialogue. you don't even get the impression that he knows what people do when they're hanging out. it's like a 12 year old girl's best guesstimate about what adult men get up to in their free time. like they sit around one kitchen table and drink? for 14 hours? and then one of them shoots a cat?

also he doesn't know shit about boston. as sarah put it, "he writes boston like he's a japanese game studio setting something in america". it's deeply embarrassing.

like i'm not even gonna go on about the terrible politics etc etc. because the rest of it, the thing it's attempting to do just isn't a functioning, moving vehicle. the staggering incompetency, the yawning pit of illiteracy of this film is such that criticising its message is like walking into a mouldering, rotting lean-to and criticising the wallpaper. it's not "so bad it's good"; it's too inept to be structurally sound.

like i've watched the likes of "the room" or "birdemic", and at least those films offered a peek into the ridiculous psyches of their writer/director's souls. duffy isn't even interesting enough for that. he's got nothing to offer.

anyway, terrible movie but incest shippers are really sleeping on this fandom, y'all need to hook a brother up with another brother if you know what i mean

#boondock saints