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imagine I come back to writing? and finish the part 2s and requests I have..it's been over a year..I miss my pookies
#bitchyglitterfox writes#marvel x reader#marvel#marvel studios#moon boys x reader#house of the dragon#stranger things#bucky barnes#avengers#avengers x reader
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tell a friend to tell a friend.....
SHEEEEEEEEEEES BAAAAAAAAAAAAACK
new fics coming soon bitches
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When reading fanfic keep in mind that for professional literature:
Short story: under 7,500
Novelette: between 7,500 and 17,500
Novella: between 17,500 and 40,000
Novel: over 40,000
Fics over 40k are literally a novel written and shared for free. If you have written a 40k+ fic, you have literally written a novel.
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YES OMG IVE BEEN ON HIATUS FROM READING AND WRITING FICS AND I MISSED YOUR WRITING AND I REMEMBERED THAT FIC BEING ONE OF MY FAVORITES
hello babies I need help finding a moon knight fic: it’s in my likes but waaaaaaay down there. It’s the moon boys and they hate rather Marc hates reader bc reader can go into their dreams so to speak, and when the boys are hurt the avengers call on reader to go into their head and pull them out. Part 2 involves reader having horrible nightmares nv they absorbed some of Their trauma. Please help me find it and the author as the author has some great fics
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hello babies I need help finding a moon knight fic: it’s in my likes but waaaaaaay down there. It’s the moon boys and they hate rather Marc hates reader bc reader can go into their dreams so to speak, and when the boys are hurt the avengers call on reader to go into their head and pull them out. Part 2 involves reader having horrible nightmares nv they absorbed some of Their trauma. Please help me find it and the author as the author has some great fics
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enough reclaiming slurs, I think in 2023 we should reclaim nascar. they banned the confederate flag on all properties & their stance on lgbtq+ isn’t just performative bc in 2013 they fined a driver 10k for using a homophobic slur, condemned indiana in a statement for an anti lgbt law, and partnered w carolina’s lgbt+ chamber of conference in 2022. nascar was founded by anti-cop moonshiners/bootleggers who drove suped-up fords to out-run the police. #yaaascar
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Hera Syndulla never marries.
Never remarries, that is. Twi’lek culture holds that marriage is more than a simple legal contract—that it binds two souls for time and all eternity. From the moment she added him to her Kalikori (and if she’s honest with herself, long before then), Kanan Jarrus was her husband. Always would be.
Her life is fulfilling. Though one or two offer, she never entertains the prospect of another romantic relationship. She had loved and lost, and that was okay.
She serves as a general during the New Republic’s tender formative years before retiring with her son to Lothal to open a pilot’s academy. Among the best in the galaxy, many would say. She finds her joy in her family. Eventually, in her grandchildren. Not only Jacen’s children—of which there are more than she expected—but others who earned the title not through blood but love.
She lives to see the First Order fall, and the new Jedi rise. Skywalkers, they call themselves. She gets a chuckle out of that. Particularly when two of her grandchildren join their ranks, Dume’s blood hot in their veins.
Hera dies at home, on the grassy plains of Lothal, surrounded by four generations of her family. Though Jacen, his children, and newborn grandchild sense it, only Ezra truly understands the strange presence that enters the room when Hera breathes her last.
She runs into Kanan’s arms, wrapped in his embrace as they fade into the Force, forever as one.
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Lin is trash and if you defend him by saying "he didn't say it in an offensive way" your trash too. DONT SAY THE N WORD IF YOU ARENT BLACK PERIOD
may i ask what situation regarding the n word (i read it in your tags)? i'm new to the fandom lol
Hi! Welcome to the Hamilton fandom!
The situation with the n-word involved the audiobook of the Hamiltome. Lin fully said the n-word in the audiobook when quoting Daveed, while it was censored in the book.
Here is the audio of him saying it: http://leonpequenito.tumblr.com/post/145727488684/versiailles-lin-manuel-miranda-saying-nigga-in
(Thanks @purelintrash for sending me the link)
People took offense to him saying the n-word since he is not black.
Now, me, as an African-American, didn’t exactly take offense to it or wanted to make a big deal out of it. Yes, he probably should have went ahead and censored it to avoid controversy. I’m not excusing his use, but I’m not going to turn this into the drama some want it to be. Although, at the same time, he wasn’t using the term on his on doing, but quoting a friend of his, who is black.
When it comes to the n-word being offensive, or used as a slur, one has to take it upon their own will to be used in an insulting or degrading manner against a group of people, in this case, blacks.
I’ve been in classes, such as history or literature, where people or teachers have used the word, but its the context of quotes or history. I’m not going to be offended. Now, if they call me one, I have a problem.
This is how Lin said the n-word, in the context of a quote.
Typically, in my experience, these examples are when the word is used offensively, when used by non-black people.
“Look at those n***as on that show, why are they here?”
“Stupid n***ga.”
If Lin had said this of his own accord, in an interview, or etc. I would have a much bigger problem with this, but he didn’t.
So, I’ll end it here, and hope you understand the situation. Sorry, this is long, but I felt the need to get this out. I’m not going to stop supporting Lin, and I’m still a fan of his and his art.
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“(i’ve been) dreaming of you”
synopsis: könig comes into your reality.
word count: 1.2k
characters: könig, player! reader
trigger warnings: mention of canon-typical violence, maybe slightly obsessive könig oops lol
notes: self-aware cod au belongs to @puff0o0 , inspired by @simp4konig // i moved for college lol hopefully i'll be able to upload(?) more often + salf-aware aus are really my thing huh. my jam if you will
It had been a week since König figured out he wasn’t real.
At least, that’s what he approximated it to be. Time was tricky if he actually tried to count the seconds and minutes and hours.
But when he stepped off the helicopter and trudged back into base, he knew he would at least have some sense of relief. Some sense of… realness, even though he knew he only existed through the wires of ethernet cables, or maybe even something as primitive as a CD.
König knew his boots tracked in mud and blood and maybe even guts, but he didn’t care. Everything would be wiped clean and be put on a new plate tomorrow for… he guessed they would be called the players, to eat.
He shut the door to his quarters behind him and leaned against it, closing his eyes and sighing. He desperately wished he could tell someone, anyone, about what he had witnessed – what he knew to be true.
He felt crazy. He felt blessed. He felt like a conspiracy theorist that was just re-inventing the idea that the whole world is a simulation – because it is! People re-invented ideas all the time, but there was nothing shameful in it. But if the rest of humanity (and for all he knew, humanity could only be KorTac and Specgru) oohed and aahed and said, “God, we live in a simulation? I’ve never heard that one before!” just to make him feel good, nothing would ever get done. But it still stung to know such a heavenly being existed and to keep such a huge secret.
Of course he was talking about you, thinking about you. When did he not think of you, actually?
He felt almost hollow without you. Like you had given him warmth with your control – a raging bonfire he could only observe from a distance, but still felt the full heat of: as in, an actual heat in his chest whenever he felt his control slipping away, replaced with the security that came with being in your presence. And König didn’t hate it. Not at all.
He didn’t even bother to shrug off his work equipment before he threw himself onto his bed. He turned over and swaddled himself with his blanket to try and emulate your warmth. It did nothing.
It was a while before he fell asleep. And he had the strangest dream…
He was in your room. He had only caught glances of it, but here he was, tangled in your blankets and in your bed.
And there you were. Sitting at your desk, typing away at your laptop. Your back was to him, but he could tell it was you. Even at this distance, you were so warm.
You were wearing the big, chunky headphones you always wore when you played. He could hear quiet thumping bass coming from them. It was the only sound he could hear aside from your quick keystrokes.
König slowly untangled himself from your blankets – he still had his boots on, the ones that had mud and blood and maybe even guts. Then he realized he had all of his work equipment on.
He stood and surveyed his surroundings. Everything in your room was so… you. (Obviously. It was your room.)
His eyes snapped back to you when you took off your headphones. You pressed a button on the side to pause your music and then set them down. You stretched your arms above your head and let out a quiet groan as you leaned back.
You looked so soft. So cute. Nothing like what König had seen through the screen. You had been slightly bitcrushed and pixelated, but now…
The warmth that blossomed in his chest was like no other. It spread out into his limbs, almost making him weak in the knees. His eyelids fluttered, but he forced them open to look at you, take in more of you.
He tried to say your name softly, as to not startle you, but it came out choked and loud and awkward. His voice even cracked.
You were so scared you nearly punched a hole through your monitor. You stood and turned, immediately grabbing a pair of scissors that were on your desk.
Your hand shook as you pointed the pair of scissors at König. “T… take off the hood!”
König kept his feet planted firmly on the ground, even bending at the knee a little to be less threatening. He puts up his hands in a surrendering manner. “Schatz, no, it’s me. It’s König.”
“Shut up!” you barked. “I’m not – no way am I being killed or robbed or whatever by someone in cosplay!” Your eyes flit over his body, spotting a knife on his utility belt. “And give me your knife. Try anything and I’m – I’ll…” you glanced down at the pair of scissors (which you can’t really stab him with). “I’ll snip your dick off!”
It honestly takes a bit of effort on König’s part not to laugh. Still, he slowly, carefully took the knife out of its holster and offered it to you, the blade pointed towards his chest. “Please, be careful.”
“I know how to handle knives,” you snapped. You put the pair of scissors back on your desk and took to pointing König’s knife at him. You took a tentative step closer, your jaw set. You reached a shaking hand out towards König’s face. “Don’t… move.”
"Mein Leibling.” König breathed out the words. “What are you doing?”
“The mask,” you said. “I’m taking it off. Then I’m calling the police.”
König just looked at you with wide eyes, his blue-grey eyes stark against his eyeblack. His eyebrows creased as he looked down at you, but said nothing.
And then, König felt a blossoming warmth as his face was exposed for the first time in what felt like forever.
His eyes fluttered shut as he felt your eyes rove over his face. Under the hood wasn’t a face: nothing except for his eyes, eyebrows, and a little bit of the surrounding skin. The rest of it was unloaded textures, a checkerboard of black and bright purple.
“Schatz…”
“König…”
König’s eyes opened as you said his name. You didn’t notice before, but his eyes were detailed, told a story. This wasn’t the king of the battlefield – this was König. Here, he wasn’t a killer, wasn’t someone who saws someone’s head off with a dull plastic knife and doesn’t even blink when the blood spurts out. He wasn’t the long-shot-drop-pop one-bullet-wonder. He was a man.
König gently reached up and took your wrist and pulled your hand away from his hood. It fell back into place, covering up his checkerboard face.
He looked down at you, his eyebrows still furrowed. He didn’t say anything. He couldn’t.
“You’re…” you sighed – not disappointedly, but more surprised. “You’re actually him. You’re König.”
“I am,” König said simply.
“Schatz,” you said. “What does that mean?”
König smiled down at you, even though he didn’t have a mouth. His eyes crinkled at the outsides. “Treasure.”
He gently let go of your wrist, his hand traveling up your arm until it came to your shoulder. His fingers brushed against your jaw, the rough texture of his gloves making you tense just the slightest bit.
He whispers softly, like he’s afraid of you hearing his voice. “My treasured player.”
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IM STILL ALIVE MY LOVES!
New content coming soon
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Sugar mommy kate who buy you a new car just to fuck you in it.
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How is it I leave and one of my fav authors apparently deletes their account. Wtf I hate it here
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Never being anyone's first choice.
Or second.
Or third...
Or at all in general...
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