#writer nonnie

[holdmytesseract]

Hi im new to tumblr, i see you write loki fanfics & I've followed you but i was wondering if you could recommend me any more loki fanfiction writers? ❤️

Hello there, kind nonny! *waves at you* 😄

First of all... Welcome to tumblr and thank you very much for following me! 🥰

Of course, I can! There are SO many wonderful peeps out there, who write for Loki! 🤗

I can highly recommend you @lokisgoodgirl @muddyorbsblr @fictive-sl0th @mochie85 @lokischambermaid @gigglingtiggerv2 @vbecker10 @smolvenger @ijuststareatstuffhereok89 @infinitystoner @multifandom-worlds @lady-rose-moon @chantsdemarins @buttercupcookies-blog @anukulee @jiyascepter @chennqingg @glitchquake @acidcasualties @lokiforever @ladyfluff and SO SO many more! I'm sure I forgot some of my wonderful fellow writers, so...

Check them out, nonny! You'll find smut, fluff, angst and so much more! 🤗

#nonny asks #writer asks #writers supporting writers #loki #loki x reader #thank you kind nonny!

[chrollohearttags]

i 100% agree w your recent post like i never see fluff for black!reader it’s always smut and the same played out scenario it’s near boring.

I understand but most of y’all don’t read fluff either, let’s be honest 😭. Like it’s there and we write it all the time but nobody is paying attention to it. People only say that when we bring things like this up. Again, smut isn’t the problem by a long shot and in good taste, it’s just fine. My issue is the same headcanon with the same set of characters that are always being portrayed in a negative light for one subset of writers. This is more on the anons rather than the writers themselves. it’s not that deep and everybody is free to create what they please but it’s just sum I noticed lmao.

#cherry’s asks 🍒 #nonnies 🍒🌹 #again I mean no disrespect or shade #it was just something I noticed #please don’t let this start another wk long debate 😭 #the writers are amazing and I love yalls work

[powderblueblood]

How about Lacy finding Eddie's writing? 🤭

need you to imagine me listening to a fifth of beethoven from the saturday night fever soundtrack whilst writing this because i became insane and filled it with Clues.............

it's like trying to understand the fucking zodiac killer.

it's all codes and ciphers and scrawls and-- well, she thought she might have been reading that one upside down but it's actually indecipherable any way you twist it.

and it's not like any of it is even written on paper either. torn open cigarette packs, napkins, burger wrappers from the diner. one time a leaf.

because eddie's not like lacy in the way she keeps a journal but eddie's like lacy in that if he's roundhoused with a thought that he needs to remember, he's got to write it down now immediately pronto on any available surface.

which is pretty pointless, since he keeps losing all this garbage and she has to pick it up after him.

she bears over the spread of scraps like an fbi agent, palms braced to the table. there's a thread here, but she can't quite untangle it. she's staring at a pile of shit that says shit like

crabs incident-- bruised like a peach worth biting-- violet like violence??

red tights. tingly. carnelian little carnivore.

track two. treasure.

persephone's hall pass.

seventh grade & as many minutes in limbo. shoulda ripped off band aid.

mage in a mink coat.

well, that last one--

"you dumpster diving now? hard times."

fuck! fuck. told you, rat blood. appearing out of nowhere with no noise no notice to then become the loudest thing in the room. he's like thunderclap, this fucko, like a spontaneous combustion.

he also doesn't even recognize his own handwriting, seems like. she blushes, furious. doesn't know why.

"community service. they have me picking up the trailer trash's trailer trash."

"snitty!" he shoves the bag of chips he's holding at her--an offering, he can't do anything normal around her--and reaches for one of the scraps. lacy watches him like a scientist watching a guinea pig for brain activity-- and his eyes go all wide and panicky. "wait."

"eddie-- hey!" but he's scrambling now, going for all the little pieces of writing she'd been trying to arrange on the table like a pointless puzzle. "don't--"

"where'd you get all this shit, huh?! going through my pockets now, is that it? like a cop?"

"i-- hey, don't you fucking dare-- look, you shed!"

"i shed?"

"you shed. you've got shit falling out of that stupid, enormous nerd binder every goddamn day because you just shove shit in there and don't organize anything, and i wasn't gonna stand around and let you just litter everywhere and--" now it's her turn to be like. wait. crosses her arms, eyes narrow, she's mother superior serving nailed ya bitch. "--why are you all skittish?"

"huh?"

"it's just-- trash, right?" she snatches a burger wrapper out of his grasp. oh this is delish.

"yeah," he grabs, but she's holding it behind her back and god her face is like stupid smirky, "but it's my trash. my--giveit--private... trash."

eddie munson is blushing.

"who's the mage?"

"the fucking.... the what?"

little crinkle as she unfolds a piece torn off a brown paper bag. "mage in a mink coat. who's that?"

"nobody."

"i have a mink coat."

"oh. does that really say mage? 'coz it should say mange." he's such an asshole. she's grinning so wide.

everyone says revenge is a dish best served cold but she bets she could use eddie munson's cheeks as a hotplate and eat right off 'em. it'd taste so much better. lobster bisque. filet mignon. michelin star.

"have you been writing about me, munson?"

his face is all stone-set, mouth all i can't fucking believe this and eyes all i'd cut the brake lines in her van if she wasn't the one scamming rides off me all the time. "li'l miss my life is incomplete without eddie munson wants to talk?"

"called you a neanderthal in the next sentence. don't forget that."

"you're such a beastie."

"carnelian little carnivore, you wrote."

"what makes you so sure it's all about you, huh?"

"context clues."

he glances down. she is, in fact, wearing the aforementioned tingly-feeling-inspiring red tights again today. shit.

"what happened in seventh grade?" she's pointing to the scrap in his hand, one he's managed to keep out of her snatchy little fingers.

she doesn't remember anything significant about seventh grade. but he does, and a knot tightens in his chest and he's about to lie and say something crass about my fist, a stopwatch and a view of you from underneath the bleachers at cheerleading practice-- then final bell rings.

"that is for me to know--"

"--and for me to die ignorant?" she's an active listener.

"precisely, you wench. now get the fuck outta here, i got hellfire."

lacy leaves the scraps.

"i will find out, y'know."

he knows. "you're like a bitch with a bone that way."

"the bitchiest."

#powder room talk #Anonymous #eddie munson x reader #hai brainrot #e. munson by powder #blurbs #honestly i thnik this helped me get out of my tiny writer's block for next chapter so THANK YOU i WILL be referencing back to this #lacy_as_charlie_day_as_charlie_kelly_pepe_silvia.gif #love u so much nonny #also-- i have to add that these dont reference eddie's 'dear whoevers' in the chapters bc i feel like that's his internal monologue #more than Writing Anything Down. my nonsensical shorthand king <33333333 #l. doevski by powder

[inevitably-johnlocked]

Not sure if you can help but...

I used to write fanfic a lot (not just Johnlock, but other fandoms too) and I got a particularly nasty comment on a fic months back (almost a year ago now I think) that made me delete my entire AO3 and never write anything ever again.

But I miss it so much. And every time I go to write something, the magic is just gone and I get nowhere. It's like any joy I had in writing was just sucked out by one single comment. How do I fix this?

Hey Nonny *SNUGGLE BUGGLE HUGGLE*

I'm so sorry that the "magic" feels gone, and I am so sorry that you had such a terrible experience because of one entitled asshole.

Unfortunately, I am not a professional in this regard, so please take what I say as just a grain of salt and as someone who adores and supports all creatives in this fandom... I've gotten lots of nasty comments over the years, and honestly... I take more joy that I continue on doing what I'm doing and that they're SO bloody bothered by me that I just ignored them... because really that's all you can do online. And sites like AO3 now give you the option to have your fics only be commented on by registered users only, so if you get that hate comment, just report it, block the user, and laugh at them.

I know that it's easier said than done, but to me it seems like you want to do start writing again. I've found that I just stopped caring about who my content is for, because at the end of the day, I'm doing my content for me, and it has the side effect of other people enjoying it too. I've lived long enough to just... not give a shit anymore about asshats online, because honestly they're just sad, bored people who get a sick thrill from riling people up.

BUT AGAIN, Nonny, this might be deeper than "just writing and forgetting about it" because that one comment WAS traumatic for YOU and that's VALID. I think talking to other authors might be beneficial to you to help you overcome that hurdle. FOR ME, I've found just... doing my projects with me as the primary audience does wonders. I love going back to my SUPER old stories and rereading them, because I take a lot of joy in remembering that these worlds were created by me FOR me. And looking at my old art and seeing how much I've improved often is motivation enough for me to carry on.

Actually, thinking back to my college days (OOOOOOF I'm old), we specifically had classes where the profs would rip apart our projects during critique sessions, on purpose, because in the real world, unfortunately, it is stuff you have to deal with in real life and they didn't want us to have our first experience be on-the-job. So I MIGHT be a bit more indifferent to "critiques" than most people, I'm now realizing, so AGAIN, please take what I say with a grain of salt.

That all said, you know what, Lovely? You have a lot more fans than you know, I'm sure, and they'd be thrilled to have you back <3 I REALLY REALLY wish I was better at articulating just how much I really want to see you happy, and how much of the best I hope for you. I know that my words aren't going to make everything better, but I hope they helped a bit.

If there's anyone who struggled to get over that hurdle themselves, please don't hesitate to reply or send me an anonymous message and I'll paste it here so Nonny knows that they're not alone.

And if you do, Nonny, decide to return and post up your stories, I am ALWAYS here to promote them and boost them for you <3

Please take care Nonny, and I hope you continue to write again <3 But KNOW that if you inevitably DON'T, THAT IS OKAY TOO. <3

#steph replies #chatting with nonnies #i am not a professional #writing advice #life advice #writer problems #my advice

[navybrat817]

If your characters have names, why not make them OC instead of reader?

My characters don't have names, nonnie! They have nicknames or pet names. I refuse to write Y/N (just my preference) and nicknames or pet names make it flow better as I write, especially in worlds where there are multiple readers. I also try to make my characters blank slates physically.

If I ever try to write a character as an OC, they will be labeled as such. Love and thanks. ❤️

#navybrat answers #writer ask #reader insert #nicknames #pet names #sweet nonnie #sending love ❤️ #asks are always appreciated

[w0niecult]

Okay, hear me out, dilf!kirk taking you to the beach with him and he can hang out with you and all, to watch him surf or surf with him, and he’s all handsy with you when he is taking a break.

And in the drive him, he is partially handsy. Once y’all get home, the post!surf fuck is INSANE. Maybe once y’all get home or in the shower. But this man, he has that drive to keep going or get all of his feeling out after a long day of surfing.

Kirk HAS TO HAVE that post whatever fuck. I did when I played sports.

OOOOOO y e s

✩‧₊˚ He would be such a tease, grinding his very obvious erection into your ass,

✩‧₊˚ touching your thighs and slowly moving his hand up further and further, but pulling back once he reaches your pussy, pawing at your tits and softly kissing your neck—

✩‧₊˚ once you’re all ready and prepped for him, the fun truly begins

✩‧₊˚ He’d have you on all fours, mouth gagged, cunt stuffed and would use you like his own personal little fleshlight ♡⸝⸝

#hi nonnie! #kirk hammett #metallica #kirk Hammett smut #again not a good writer at all #so sorry nonnie!! #oh to have kirk tease me like that :(( #Kirk Hammett x reader #bambi’s cottage <3

[smoosey]

you often rec fics, do you have any codywan fics that you consider hidden gems/underappreciated?

Oh!! Immediately, I think of germinate by @alderaani, and its companion piece mycorrhiza. They're short (less than 2k together), but they explore loss and grief and connection so perfectly, so powerfully, in that short space. They're about love in war, they're about things that endure!! I have so much love for these little fics, and I can't recommend them enough!

I also thought of A Figurative Sense by @elwenyere. Intimacy and eroticism unmatched tbh. I know this author's longfic is extremely popular, but listen to me. Read this one. It's only 1200 words, but 🤌 it's like good chocolate. Let it sit, let it melt on your tongue a little bit. It's absolutely beautiful from start to finish. The last line takes me out every time.

Tbh I really appreciate this ask! I think it's easy for beautiful little oneshots to get buried over time on AO3, and it’s no one’s fault, but I do think it’s a shame sometimes! These fics seem so skillfully and lovingly crafted, and are such a delight to read, and I'm glad you gave me a chance to ramble about them.

Anyone else with recs, please feel free to reblog with additions!! ❤️

#thanks nonny!! #fic rec #codywan #i am embarrassed to say i did not comment on these fics when I first read them #i did not want to 💀 bother the writers 💀 #i did not really Understand #it wasn't until i started posting my own writing that i began to realize #how it feels for someone to connect with you over art you've made #especially since writing is so often lonely #i have been trying to go back and comment on fics i remember enjoying but #alderaani and elwenyere if you see this – i loved these ❤️ #ask

[soreddieforit]

vampire Sirius angel reg demon james cowboy remus

it made me giggle that reg sirius and james are all power wielding supernatural beings and then remus is just like 🤠 cowboy

but nonnie i am seeing your vision. cowboy remus riding into town, heading to the gin mill only to find it deserted. the once lively pothouse now desolate, occupied by a lone barmaid wiping down empty tables. remus drawling, “where’d everybody run off to?” the keep responding, “you aint heard? the attacks is happenin’ all over town. one moment they’re there, the next, its a damn massacre” 

james and sirius making it a game, taking turns, playing with their food. seeing how scared they can get them, sadistic in the way they mess with them. just for a little fun. one day they come across a working ranch, sirius can smell the person inside— sweat and saddle—can hear their blood gushing fast from exertion. he’s sure that this will be a good one, give him a challenge before he sinks his teeth in and feeds. but when sirius comes face to face with him, he just stops. time suspended as he looks at him, because hes never seen anything quite like him. james tells sirius he’ll do this one, that sirius is getting soft in his old age. and sirius all but growls that he’ll fucking maim him, send james to the ninth circle if he dares lay a finger on him. 

so, sirius takes a liking to remus. enter reg, remus’ guardian angel, warning sirius that he should not toy with remus, lest he have to deal with angels and all their high mighty bullshit. but sirius cant help himself. he keeps visiting remus, so reg has to keep coming down to watch. at first, james’ presence irritates him—all demons do really, but james is especially grating. still, he cant help but secretly start to enjoy his company when he has to watch sirius unsuccessfully try to flirt with remus for the thousandth time. saying something as stupid as, “i like your uh- your hat. you know, you- wear it a lot,” only for james to mutter “groundbreaking” from beside reg. and, james really could go out and disembowel people on his own, he doesn’t actually have to be here. but it isn’t as fun alone, and maybe his brain fuzzes out every time he makes reg laugh and he goes a little warm when he sees him smile. so james thinks there’s no harm in sticking around for a little bit longer :)

#... i need to think about this more #nonnie you may have just broke my months long writers block #this has the potential for some really good platonic moonwater #demons are more powerful than vampires but.. james gets sirius' message #sirius is like exactly 634 years old #mail #jegulus #wolfstar #regulus black #james potter #sirius black #remus lupin #marauders fanfiction #marauders #fic: angel reg

[agwitow]

Did the Eloise story ever get finished? I tried finding an update and the last update is from 2020. I love that tiny ghost child and the sweet lady that essentially adopted her

Oof! Didn't realize it'd been so long!

Unfortunately, I've not finished it yet. Ended up going back to school and getting another degree, and now I'm a first year teacher!

Loving the job, but haven't found that work/life balance that lets me write again just yet.

Thank you for asking, Nonnie! I will return to the story and finish it. Just... not sure when 😅

#writer's life #nonnie #eloise #ask me anything

[mydarlingdahlia]

Peoples need to get better at writing gn reader without a pussy or with boobs!! Like it not that hard

Uh huh..

Well, I’m not trying to be rude, sugarbun…but maybe if you don’t like how others are writing you could write it yourself? Now, I do write for gn and female reader (not male, unfortunately), but I would appreciate some helpful (and kind) tips that you could offer!

But, when I do write for gn reader, I do try my best to keep it as limited as possible as to not include any specific descriptions of any body parts that may belong/hint to a certain gender.

Also, gentle reminder, maybe don’t come into my inbox just to complain.

#charlotte rambles #charlotte answers asks #nonnies #anon ask #writers on tumblr #writerscommunity #maybe instead of complaining you could write your own gn reader? #just a thought — you know.

[ladytauria]

Oh love the bfu au. The banter!!! The “what was that?” - “nothing, you didn’t see anything” glaring the supernatural threats away. Take me out. Like on a date? Or with a sniper gun. Surprise me

riiiight?! lmfao

just for this (& bc i love sharing) have some of what i've written for the AU~

“No,” Jason says flatly. “Absolutely not.”

“C’mon,” Tim wheedles. There’s a stubborn set to his jaw, his shoulders. He’s not the kind of person to let go of an idea, once it lodges in his brain. Jason admires it; the sheer force of will packed into all five feet and eight inches of him. He also hates it, especially when it leads to scenarios like this, the two of them on opposite sides, and unwilling to back down.

Because Jason is stubborn too. “No, Tim,” Jason says firmly, digging his metaphorical heels in. “I can think of oh, about a dozen better ways for us to spend our time.”

Tim frowns at him. Jason hates how adorable he finds it; hates the irrepressible urge he feels to smooth it away, perhaps with his own mouth. Tim jabs a finger at Jason’s chest, though the diner table between them keeps him from making contact. “You’re just afraid we’ll find proof, and you’ll have to eat your words.”

Jason scoffs. “Hardly.” He bats Tim’s hand away.

Tim isn’t actually far off the mark. He wants to go ghost hunting—no, more than that, he wants to start a ghost hunting show, exploring Gotham’s more haunted areas, and Jason… well. Jason is worried that they’ll find something. Not because he’ll have to eat his words, though, but because it could be dangerous.

If they stick to the locations that most people considered “active”, they’ll be fine. Those places aren’t haunted, not really. Maybe they had been once, but now it’s all residual energy, brought to life by overactive imaginations and nerves.

But Jason knows Tim—has gotten to know him quite well, over the past couple of years—and he knows that, while he may start with the popular locales, he won’t be satisfied with them forever. That’s charted territory. Tim prefers the unknown; the unexplained. So he’ll go digging, and probably find reports of places that are actually haunted.

And considering that this is Tim, who can find trouble just by walking down the street… well. It’s a recipe for disaster.

Not that Jason can say any of that. As far as Tim knows, Jason doesn’t believe in any of that bullshit. (Honestly, most of the stuff Tim talks about is bullshit, so it isn’t even that hard to pretend.) Jason wants to keep it that way.

Is it cruel, to lie to his best friend the way he’s doing?

Yeah, probably.

But it’s keeping Tim safe, so Jason never lets himself feel bad about it.

“I’m actually worried about you, I dunno, tripping over a raised floorboard and ending up with tetanus, or something,” Jason says. Which, to be fair, also a real fear, if less pressing.

Tim scowls at him and kicks Jason’s knee under the table. “I’m not that bad,” he protests. “And, anyway, even if I was, that’s what you’d be there for. To keep me from getting tetanus.” Tim smiles winningly, and Jason knows he’s lost.

He swipes a hand down his face, letting it linger over his mouth until the urge to smile back dies under resignation. “If I tell you no for real,” he says, “you’re just gonna ask someone else, aren’t you?” Someone with no experience, no training, no abilities. Someone who couldn’t keep themself safe, let alone Tim.

Tim shrugs apologetically, suppressed triumph creeping into his mouth. “Probably.”

Jason sighs. Dammit. “Well,” he says, leaning back in his shitty booth seat, faux leather creaking beneath him. “I always did like Old Gotham. S’gotta kinda charm to her, you know?”

Tim beams. Jason’s heart skips a beat. “This is going to be great!” Tim pumps a fist in the air, heedless of the way several heads swivel their way. It’s Gotham, though, so they turn back to their own tables quickly enough. “I already have a ton of ideas for places we can visit.” He reaches into his backpack—the beat-up, ratty one he keeps his camera equipment in, not his fancy school bag—and pulls out an iPad. He brings a document on screen. “I was thinking that, in order to build up viewership, we’d start with some of the more well-known places, you know? The ones everyone’s heard of, even if they don’t live here. Then we can move into some local gems, hidden places people don’t usually investigate.”

Jason hums, feeling stirrings of fondness despite himself. He takes the tablet, scrolling through the options while Tim goes back to his milkshake, only half gone.

Park Row Theater—formerly haunted, cleared by a baby Bruce. It was the catalyst for Alfred getting more serious in training him, and impressing upon him the dangers of dealing with ghosts. Even—or maybe especially—ones that might be familiar.

The Clocktower—not haunted, per se, but definitely a place with strong paranormal energies. Babs goes there to tap into them for her visions, sometimes; when she wants a clearer idea of the future. Probably safe enough, but Jason will still set up some wards before they go.

Wayne Manor—

Wait.

“Tim,” Jason says patiently. “Why is my house on here?”

Tim looks sheepish. “There have been rumors that Wayne Manor is haunted basically since the founding of Gotham,” he says.

Jason is hardly surprised. Wayne Manor was deliberately built on a nexus of powerful energy in order to study the paranormal. It isn’t haunted, exactly, but it’s close enough. “We’re not ghost hunting in my house.” He pauses. “Besides, I already know something freaky lives there. His name is Damian.” He pauses. “And sometimes Dick. No human should be able to bend like that.” He shudders theatrically.

Tim sputters, milkshake dribbling down his chin as he laughs. “Dick’s not that bad,” he says, once he cleans himself up.

“See, you say that, but you’ve never had to live with him. I assure you he is that bad.”

#'some' of what i've written for it she said #yknow #like a liar #bc this is everything #but??? where was i supposed to cut it off??? i just kept giggling #local writer is reminded she is capable of enjoying her writing #after some distance #anyway. #thank u nonny im glad u like the idea too~ #jaytim #tauriawritesfanfic #dcu #lovely anons #asks and answers #bfu au

[chrollohearttags]

Thank you for creating an environment for black readers and writers 💛 you are the foundation of the x black reader tag and you are truly the blueprint

omg are you kiddinggggg?! 😭🥺 the first thing I saw when I opened the app this morning and now my whole week is made. Thank you, so so much! 🩷🩷

#man wtf I am not worthy of that type of praise #y’all are so sweet dkdjjdjd #nah it’s defintely some bomb writers on here that made me step my game up #cherry’s asks 🍒 #nonnies 🍒🌹 #I love y’all fr

[cyberfreaky]

yes please! i would love that list😻

here bae!! a list of some of my fave family/sully!reader fics, there’s so many more i haven’t added i’ll try add more as i go <3

L'appel du Vide by @idcbabyialreadylostmymind

summary: You feel the urge to engage in destructive behaviors just to feel alive and your family wants to get to the bottom.

You're dead to me by @chaethewriter

summary: In which Jake Sully leaves his life on earth to settle down with the Omatikaya people as Toruk Makto. Having a family that consists of four kids with Neytiri, everything seems to work out just fine, but what if the past comes back for him? And his babygirl is right there in front of him?

Daddy's Here by @peacelovepandora

Good Enough: Dad!Jake Sully by @anangelwhodidntfall

summary: Once your father’s world, you start acting out when he starts ignoring you and only your father can figure out what is going on

A Lesson in Pinky Promises by @normspellsman

summary: hello! may i request a jake x daughter! reader (angst to fluff) where she’s somewhat in the same situation as kiri? with the whole being insecure of her 5 fingers and getting picked on for it, feeling like she doesn’t fit in, etc? and she eventually opens up to jake about how she feels and he comforts her? thank you!!🫶🤍

Too Late. by @iikatsukii

summary: they loved you when it was too late.

The Sully’s Stick Together. by @fleursbending

summary: becoming one with the metkayina's has not been an easy task. as everyone continues to settle in their own ways, your family begins to grow more worried about your well-being. this isn't the sully they know. you're withdrawn, and quiet. what better way to fix that than to seek you out when you least expect it?

i will soften every edge, hold the world to its best by @neteyamsilly

summary: As Jake Sully's oldest daughter, you never see eye to eye with him, always challenging him and pushing his buttons to the limit. What happens when things go too far one day?

AT LEAST, I’M TRYING. by @fleursbending

summary: you try to prove to your family the endurance you behold. but your trials and tribulations get the best of you.

His Sunshine by @thaliathewriter

summary: Toruk Makto’s eldest daughter is ready to be a warrior, why can't he see that.

my baby, my baby by @https-eywa

summary: Jake Sully wishes he did more when you were there. Now that you're not, he's losing a part of himself he didn't know he had in the first place

EVERY CORNER OF THIS HOUSE IS HAUNTED by @avatarkv

summary: Jake had taken you as his own after Tsu'tey's passing, leaving no one to care for you. Things had been good before your relationship with him had blurred along growing of age. You and him fought all the time; argued each other's ear off and tonight was no different-- except words have been said, severing the already damaged bond.

sully family x sully!reader by @stomach-bugg09

summary: [y/n] has always been an angry girl. why wouldn't she be ready to fight any avatar that puts their hands in her siblings?

#credits to the amazing writers ahhhhh #nonnie ༉‧₊˚. #sel’s inbox ♡

[inevitably-johnlocked]

hey steph! for a long time I've had writing of RDJ johnlock fics on my mind, but would it be worth it? i havent found nowhere near as many fics on ao3 on them as i thought there would be and i have a lot of ideas for them, but a bit discouragred by the lack of pre-existing fics 🥹 and this johnlock has been living in my head rent free for years now 😭

Hey Nonny!!

OH ABSOLUTELY!!!! Listen, the Holmes fandom are pretty awesome and love a variety of adaptations! I certainly LOVE RDJ Holmes, and while I've never actively searched for them, I love reccing any adaptation, because we do have multi-adaptation lovers here!!!

PLEASE write the fics!!! NEVER be discouraged by a "small" fandom! Just because there's not a lot there, people will read it!

Never let things like that stop you from writing. I've known writers who were the SOLE writer for a rarepair ship and literally the whole tag was just their fics, LOL. But people loved the stories.

WRITE THEM NONNY!!

And when you publish them, PLEASE send them my way so I can send my Lovelies and Lurkers™ to you!!!!!! RDJ Holmes is SO underrated, I love it to bits.

#steph replies #johnlock fanfiction #chatting with nonnies #writer problems #rdj holmes

[navybrat817]

You're writing a trucker au? 👀

I am not, nonnie! @witchywithwhiskey @oh-my-damn @imyourbratzdoll @kthynes have all done trucker fics or series.

Delivery Driver!Bucky has been mentioned on my blog, but totally different from a trucker AU.

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i'm curious if mike/finn in your desired realities got jealous about someone before because you're close with them or for other reasons! can you tell us how he acts and what he says when that happens?

finney doesn't get jealous a lot, he's super chill and laid back and we're not really dating?? aside from all the romantic tension we have to endure during filming certain scenes. so like, he has no particular reason to be possessive over me, especially since he knows i'm a naturally affectionate person ^^

though, there are very rare moments, like that one time i gave caleb a little kiss on the cheek once when we were hanging out because he complimented my outfit n was being so sweet!! i couldn't help it :c

he didn't do anything immediately, but i did soon feel his hand snaking it's way onto my thigh and giving it a light light squeeze akhsjshd

that same hand later moving around my shoulders to pull me against finn's chest so i could watch him playing minecraft pe ( also so he could whisper to me about how pretty i look today, totally not trying to outdo caleb on the compliments )

"you look so pretty today"

"yeah bambi, i know"

"i'm telling you again because you need to hear it from me"

"oh?? but caleb told me pe—"

"oh my god shush and accept the compliment.. you smell really good. stay here for a little bit"

my dear friend mike wheeler, on the other hand, isn't so chill about it, nor is he very subtle. y'know for a guy who's generally really shy, he's super possessive over me and it's so funny to watch him, his ears burning redder and redder until he bursts

i was talking to jason carver because he was talking about how good i was at cheer rehearsals and i got super blushy and giddy because hello!! i love love love it when people compliment me on my hard work it makes me so happy :c

it just so happens though that lil ol mikey had just been dismissed from his final period and was on his way to pick me up, since we had plans to head to the arcade after school that afternoon! and when he saw me going all gooey from jason's compliments he did not hesitate

our little convo was interrupted by him calling out to me and nodding his head in the direction of the exit. jason was about to speak up again but then mikey fuckin held my wrist n said in that soft voice that i really like "rose, c'mon let's go" and i just gave in and told jason we'd talk another time ^^

"what was that?" i asked as we were walking to the arcade

"what was what—"

"that? that whole thing, that was weird dude"

"i just.. we need to get to the arcade! there might be a lot of people n stuff.."

".. oh my god you're jealous! mikey you're jealous of little ol' jason!"

"ro, no i was not, okay? i was just worried like, what if he like.. what if he asked you to hang out? then you'd ditch me and i'd have no one to go to the arcade with—"

"okay okay, one, gross. jason and his friends are nice but they stink and have trash taste, and two, i would never pass up another opportunity to beat your score in frogger!! hello??"

"whatever you say rosie"

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