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I have another request for you! Can you do Theodore Nott x reader? Where the reader gets bored and dyes her hair half black and half purple at like 2-3 in the morning and mid way through dying her hair, Theo wakes up and they just kinda look at each other for a few seconds before reader kicks him out so that she can rinse her hair dye out and when she gets done drying it and she lets Theo see and Theo is Like OBSESSED and keeps playing with it and keeps like complementing her hair. BTW; they are dating!
“Your hair…it’s all purple.” - Theodore Nott
Summary - GN!Reader dyes their hair and Theo is OBSESSED
A/n - I know the request used she/her pronouns but I prefer using they/them for my fanfics so more people feel included in my content<3, also reader is mentioned to have dark hair since they used bleach
Requested - Yes
POV - 1st
Word Count - 686
It’s 3:09 am and I am looking in the bathroom mirror. I’m extremely bored and I tend to lack impulse control so my first thought was to dye my hair.
I kept telling myself that it was a bad idea and that it wasn’t gonna turn out right but I felt all common sense escape me as I picked up a pair of gloves.
I already had all the supplies on my counter that I had gathered from my sleeping roommate. We are close friends so I doubt they’ll mind. Plus they never say anything when my boyfriend is sleeping over. If anything I’ll just buy them new hair dye later.
I started applying the bleach to my hair, since I already knew that the purple wouldn’t take very well without it.
I was planning on doing a split dye with the black and purple I had found. I might even do skunk stripes.
I was halfway through with my hair when I saw the bathroom door open behind me. My brunette boyfriend walked in with plaid print pajama pants on whilst rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
Once he gained his vision back he noticed me and his eyebrows immediately raised in surprise. He exclaimed a little too loudly at the event that I could hear my roommate throw a pillow towards the bathroom door.
“Your hair-“ and he was cut off by the pillow. After realizing his volume he lowered it.
“It’s all purple.” He came closer behind me as I continued to apply the dye. Very concentrated on the mirror in front of me.
“Theo, go back to bed. You’ll see it in the morning.” He scoffs as I begin to push at him with one hand towards the door. Urging him to go through the threshold and back into the sleeping area.
He rolls his eyes before going back to the bed.
After I close the bathroom door. I continue my work and soon enough I am done.
I did half black and half purple. But the purple looks more reddish in the light. Then I did small stripes in the black section with the purple as well as black stripes in the purple section. You could still tell it was split dyed because the stripes were small enough.
I must say that it turned out really well and I honestly love it.
By now it had been a couple of hours of work, rinsing and then blow drying. Unfortunately for me I still had class this morning like every other student at Hogwarts.
I just couldn’t sleep well last night so I’ll have to sleep tonight.
I put on my uniform as I left the bathroom. Theo was now awake and putting on his tie while sitting on my bed.
He looked up at my hair, now finished and smiled widely.
“Wow- you look really pretty.” His Italian accent was thick but you could see just how much he admired me.
A smile broke out on my face as I turned to grab my books before class.
Throughout the day Theo would not leave me alone. His hands would somehow snake their way into my hair. He would play with the freshly dyed strands during class and move them in multiple directions.
At one point when the professor wasn’t looking, Theo made Harry Potter use the Lumos spell just so he could see what my hair looked like in all sorts of lighting.
At another point, Enzo saw my hair and went to touch it but Theo immediately smacked his hand away.
My boyfriend was possessive in general but lord he was somehow so much more jealous now that people were looking at my new hair color.
He definitely enjoyed the color too. He kept going on and on about how the colors make my eyes pop and fit my skin tone perfectly.
It made me feel prettier somehow but I knew I still looked the same. I was still just as pretty without dyed hair but now he was seeing me in another way and he still liked it.
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Little game
Gamer!Bucky Barnes x Reader
Summary: you really need to calm down, so you get under Bucky's table while he's playing with his friends.
Words: 1.5k
Warnings: blow job, cum eating, pet names, established relationships.
Author's note: I haven't seen enough fanfics with gamer Bucky, which I really love, so I made it myself🫡
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It was a long fucking day with too many stupid people that just played on your nerves. You were supposed to study at the library for your exam, but instead you were arguing with people who didn’t know how to properly behave in public places and talk to others
Almost an hour later, your blood was still boiling with anger, and you came to your and Bucky’s apartment, carelessly throwing your bag on the floor and kicking off your shoes. You needed to punch someone, scream, take a hot shower, or just have really good sex. And you knew someone who could help you with the last one.
You walked into Bucky’s playing room; it was a little bit dark with a few neon lights turned on. He was sitting there with headphones, without a shirt, and only in black shorts. The camera was off; he was just playing with his friends, but he was too fucking hot for his own good.
The urge to climb on Bucky right in his playing chair hit you like lightning. You walked closer, wrapping your hands around his neck from the back and sliding them lower down his firm chest.
“Hey, baby doll.” He pushed back the microphone, giving you a quick look but then going back to his stupid game. You deeply inhaled as another wave of annoyance ran through your body because you didn’t get the attention you wanted.
“Buck… I’m really angry right now, and I need you.” You mumbled against the hot skin of his neck.
“Gimme like... ten minutes, doll, ‘kay? I have to finish this, or we’re gonna lose. Love you.” Bucky, not looking away from the monitor, placed a kiss on your cheek, and you heard a muffled sound of Steve’s or Sam’s voice in the headphones. “No-no, it’s nothing—on your back!” Bucky suddenly screamed into the microphone as his body moved forward.
You rolled your eyes, knowing damn well that this is not for “ten minutes”. You didn’t mind him having such a hobby, but at times like this, you just wanted to throw everything in the trash because it was really hard to get Bucky’s attention during the games. It was obvious that if you wanted to cool down, you needed to take everything in your hands. Well, quite literally.
You stepped to the side of Bucky’s chair before dropping to your knees and getting under his table in well-trained motions. It's not like you haven’t done it before. He probably didn’t even notice it because when you quickly put your hand on his crotch, he jumped in surprise and looked at you with his big baby-blue eyes.
“What are you doing?!” He whispered so his friends couldn’t hear him.
“I am fucking mad, James, and since you don't want to fuck it out of me, I’ll do everything by myself.” You hissed, dragging his shorts down enough to reveal his semi-hard cock.
Bucky’s eyes rolled back as soon as your soft hand wrapped around him, and he felt that he became hard almost immediately. Usually, he didn’t miss a single chance to get his hands on you. Bucky was quite literally obsessed with you, and he was ready to have sex with you everywhere and every time, but right now he was in the middle of the game with his friends, who might hear everything.
His body became hot within a second. His hips unconsciously jerked upwards to meet your hand, and he completely forgot what he was doing, looking at your grinning face in between his legs with a slightly open mouth.
“Barnes, what the fuck are you doing? I almost got killed!” It was probably Sam, you thought, but it didn’t stop you from your intentions.
“Do you hear it, Buck?” You innocently whispered, spitting on the hard cock in your hand to help your slow movements. “Continue playing your little game; I’ll just do my business here.”
“Erm, nothing, it’s just—Alpine dropped something, I don’t know, got distracted...” Bucky breathed out into the microphone, trying to stay as calm as possible, his eyes quickly moving between you and the screen. He continued to play, still trying to win the game, even though your hand felt too good and his eyes desperately wanted to close.
Your smirk grew wider before you leaned closer to his cock and traced the vein on the lower side, going from the bottom to the top and swirling your tongue around the head at the end. You hummed at his taste in your mouth, sending vibrations down his body.
The reaction was exactly how you wanted it to be. Bucky cursed under his mouth; his head fell back, and you could tell by the way his arms and jaw were tensed that he wanted to moan. Yes, he was always vocal, so teasing him that way felt so good.
“What is wrong with you, man?” Another voice was heard through the headphones, but Bucky didn’t seem to care.
“Oh, fuck!” Your lips wrapped around his cock, sucking on the tip and looking Bucky directly in the eyes. You knew that it drove him crazy. Bucky completely forgot about his game while different people yelled at him and put his left hand on top of your head, guiding you to get lower. “Just like that...”
“Who are you talking to?”
“Are you having sex?”
“What the fuck are you doing, Barnes?”
A bunch of different questions mixed in the group voice chat, and it became so annoying that Bucky just muted the call and pulled his headphones off.
You tried to smile, but it was hard to do in your current position. You lowered your head, taking more of Bucky’s hard cock into your mouth. The hand on your head was firm, but it didn’t push you down. When the tip hit the back of your throat, he loudly moaned and gripped your hair, holding you in place.
“Fuck-fuck-fuck!” You didn’t stop, staying like that for a few seconds even though your vision was already blurred with tears. You pulled back, stroking his cock with your hand again. The mixture of your tears, saliva, and his pre-cum made a mess on your face, but it was the least of your concerns. “You’re so pretty, baby, so good for me. What made you so mad, hm?” You saw how his pink tongue licked his lips, and even more dirty thoughts about your boyfriend’s face in between your legs made you want to whimper and rub your thighs together.
“Some assholes in the library. Fuck, Bucky, just use my mouth, I need it.” The smirk appeared on his lips again. The hand on your head buried itself into your hair, holding them tightly but not too rough to hurt you, and pushed you back on his waiting cock.
You moaned around him when Bucky didn’t hesitate and started to move your head up and down, hitting the back of your throat every single time. You gripped his thighs, digging your nail into the skin, and relaxed so you wouldn’t choke too much.
With each thrust, you felt that Bucky was getting closer. The movements became slightly out of rhythm, and he didn’t hold his moans anymore. The phone began to ring, and you both knew that it was one of the guys, but neither of you cared enough to pay attention to it.
“Of fuck—baby, ‘m gonna cum.” You didn’t pull away, and in just a few seconds, you felt the thick and hot liquid filling your mouth. Bucky released your hair, unable to move in his chair, while you took his cock in your hands and stroked him a few times until the last drops fell onto your waiting tongue. You swallowed everything, locking eyes with Bucky’s hazy ones, and kissed the tip one last time. “You’re going to kill me. Fuck, you should go to the library more often, sweetheart.” His lips curled in a sneer, and when Bucky wanted to drag you onto his lap, the phone rang again.
He rolled his eyes but still answered.
“What the fuck, Barnes, we lost because of you!”
“I don’t really care, Willson, because I just got the best head, and now I’m going to have no less good sex with my amazing girlfriend. Don't call me for at least a few hours.”
“Ew, you’re motherf—”
Bucky didn’t listen to whatever Sam wanted to say and ended the call, throwing away his phone. Then he looked back at you, still on the floor, and that dangerously attractive grin appeared on his face again.
“Now let me pay you back, and then fuck you the way you wanted me to. Gotta help my girlfriend relax, right?” That was Bucky’s last words before he stood up, helped you stand up, and then casually threw you over his shoulder, taking you to your bedroom.
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LACRIMOSA | MYG MAFIA YANDERE AU
pairings: mafia leader!yoongi x f!reader
genre: mafia!au, yandere au, historical au
summary: Their interlocking gaze served as a butterfly effect on his heart, stirring it to the core. She, in turn, only dreams to find a way to escape. But perchance, over time she might forcefully learn to love the man who has taken so much from her.
Thus unfolds a twisted tale of love and loss, of hope and despair, of life and death. The music reverberated through the dimly-lit streets. Tears of sorrow, weeping symphony - reflects the hurt, the scars that linger deep within and the wounds that never healed. Lacrimosa.
warnings: minors dni 18+ | mafia au, dark!yoongi, mafia!yoongi, smut, forced marriage, forced pregnancy, yandere, threatening, kidnapping, partial religious behaviour, graphic violence, graphic depictions of torture, manipulation, possessive/obsessive behaviour, angst, implied non-con, minor character death, spanking, blood, gaslighting (more to be added)
word count: 655
author’s note: yaaaaaay!! can't believe I actually made it to post a fanfic I desperately wanted to write for two whole years now. I am very much excited to
share this preview from one of the chapters ♥ I'm rising from the dead when it comes to writing fics, so excuse any ridiculous mistake I make, I'll always try to look into it backwards. Lastly a big thank you goes to Bex @chaoticpuff17 who not only inspired me to write but constantly showed me love and support, therefore I would love to express my unending gratitude and admiration, love you baby ♥
lots of love,
𝖕𝖊𝖓𝖓𝖞𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖊
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“You crave the throne don’t you?” she asked cocking her head and chin defiantly, her narrowed eyes fixed on him. “I want you too.” She chuckled at his response. “I'm merely a convenient excuse, am I not?” Y/N smiled too sweetly. “You’ll kill m—” he rose from his chair, not even letting her finish. Grabbing her by her shoulders in steel grip with a penetrating gaze.
The fragile cup slipped from her trembling hands and shattered on the floor, a nearby maid prepared to clean up the shattered shards. “Leave us!” he barked at the startled girl, his voice filled with anger. Y/N's eyes widened. He was even more aggressive and intimidating than before.
“I could—” his voice seething with fury, “— I could gather man and slaughter your entire clan keeping you as a trophy, a symbol of my power.” The threat hung in the air, and she could feel the tears welling up in her eyes. Fear was coursing through her, yet she resisted letting it control her.
“Matter of fact—” he continued, his grip tightening on her shoulders, eliciting a whimper of pain from her, “—you will be a symbol of the magnitude my power has, no matter if your father and family remain alive. So it’s on you. The fate of your kin rests in your hands. Their survival hinges on your decisions and how well you’ll cooperate.” He tightened his grip again, eliciting another whimper of pain from her.
“But I will never dispose of you.” he growled through gritted teeth, his tone a mixture of possessiveness and frustration. Gathering her courage, she managed to speak again, her voice trembling but filled with resolve.
“You cannot manipulate me like this. You think I’ll fall for this fucked up scheme? I have spent my entire life under the orders of others, forbidden from making choices for myself! And you have the audacity to use my innocence thinking I will willingly crawl into your bed and love you like a devoted lover.” Venom in her voice and the desperate tone made fall for her even more.
“I've only recently met you, so spare me your attempts to deceive me that you’re being my saviour.” Y/N has enough fire to still conquer and fight him back. “I refuse to be a passive participant in this game.” She shall not take it lying down.
“I'm giving you a choice—” he asserted, his voice laced with a dangerous undertone “—either you’ll walk down the aisle to me or there will be a bloodshed. I won’t send you back to your father nor will I relinquish you easily.” His eyes locked onto hers, and she could see the darkness consuming his pupils when anger consumed him.
“Call it love, obsession, or whatever you please, but no matter what imbecile attempts you make to fight or flee, we will inevitably end up together nonetheless," he declared with conviction. Was this the fate God had laid out for her? Her faith wavered, and if he didn't provide assistance soon she shall forbid him altogether.
“You just want to fuck m—” he cut her off abruptly, his voice low and seductive.
“I can either fuck you hard or I can make love to you,” said he, whilst setting her left arm free and sliding his to her thigh, caressing it sweetly.
Breathing started to become harder for Y/N. Unfamiliar sensations welled up in her lower belly whilst his touch was sending shivers through her body. Was this attraction? Excitement? Mother told her this is how love is supposed to feel like. Butterflies in her stomach. But she certainly wasn't in love with her captor.
He sensed her confusion and distress. Leaving her fall back to the chair. Finally letting her breathe freely. Yoongi sat back to his chair, collecting himself and his three peace suit he wears today.
“Loss of words, innit?” He chuckled.
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coming soon
CHAPTER I
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disclaimer: this story is purely fictional, it does not depict real-life events or involve any actual members of BTS. This story will contain depictions of violence, blood shed, death, mentions of abuse, smoking, alcohol drinking, illegal activities, old social norms and traditions, which we do not condone.
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Enemies and love eternal
One shot DC fanfic
Jason Todd x Male reader
Warnings: language, threats, mentions of DV and assault
Life has a habit of throwing unexpected surprises at you, some great. So great that you don’t ever want to leave that moment in time.
Some bad, some so bad it feels like eternity and you can’t do anything but wait for the perfect time, that moment you get to breath in relief.
Bruises, black eye, cracked ribs. There wasn’t anything you hadn’t been put through.
Flashing lights and sirens, a courtroom, a new apartment.
1 year had been the worst year that turned to a year that was perfect all of a sudden.
Then even more perfect as you met Jason, Jason Todd. A man who literally swept you away and gave you everything he could at the drop of a hat.
A man so obsessed with you that he gave his all to make sure you were safe.
A year into the relationship, the two of you moved in together. You both were inseparable. Two years, Jason was planning your future together.
Now, six years all of a sudden and the two of you had brought a house, living in a nicer part of Gotham.
Your home was wherever Jason was, as was his. The change had brought on a new experience for the both of you.
‘I’ll be back soon baby’ Jason said as he kissed you, his giant form compared to yours engulfed you.
His big hands on your smaller form buried you, Jason’s lips pressed against yours for a few seconds.
Jason’s black muscle Tee and white joggers remained perfectly on his body, complimenting well as he walked away.
Steam from your tea filled the air as the light dimly lit up the page on your book, the fireplace created a lovely atmosphere as the warmth filled the room.
A light knock at the front door brought your attention away from the book, you walked as the cold floor in the hall hit your feet.
‘Hello?’ You asked as you opened the door, a tall man standing at the door.
‘Hey’
It took you a few seconds to adjust to the dark night, then realising you were face to face with your ex boyfriend.
Reluctantly agreeing to let him in, you knew Jason would hit the roof if he knew. However, your ex, Chris, seemed calm and just wanted to talk.
‘This is a nice place, you rent?’ Chris asked, you shook your head.
‘I own it, me and Jay brought it a few years back’ you replied.
Chris stood and watched you as you nervously stood in the living room.
‘So, how’ve you been?’ You asked, Chris shrugged.
‘Just wanted to say, I was thinking about you’ Chris said as he walked toward you.
‘Ok’
Chris held your hand as he looked in your eyes, pleading there but also, a hint of darkness behind his stare.
‘Y/n, I still love you, I want us to have another chance’ Chris admitted as he watched as you cringed a little, pulling your hand away.
‘I’m flattered, I understand that you have changed. But, you have just been released from prison, and I have a boyfriend’ you replied, Chris’ face changed.
‘We’ve been together for six years, you and me were together for one. In at this point that I have always dreamed of. We could’ve had that, but you missed your shot’ you continued.
‘Please, give me another chance’ Chris pleaded, his best effort to give puppy eyes.
‘I gave you tons, but I can’t anymore’ you replied very bluntly.
A firm grip on your wrist caught your attention, Chris’ face changed quickly as he looked dark suddenly.
‘Let go of my arm’ you sighed, Chris tightened his grip.
‘Sit down, listen to me and realise. You are mine’ Chris growled as he twisted your arm.
You winced a little in pain as you saw Chris twisting your arm, your ex boyfriend was present in the moment with the darkness he had those years ago.
‘Let go’ you winced as Chris continued gripping tightly.
‘You fucking cunt, you dare to leave me’ he growled again.
‘Hey, take your fucking hands off of him’ Jason shouted, suddenly appearing as Chris let go.
‘Who the fuck are you?’ Chris asked, smug as he saw your red mark on your arm.
‘I’m his boyfriend, who the fuck are you?’ Jason barked.
‘Jason, Chris’ you pointed, Jason had a look of realisation on his face.
‘You’re the shithead ex boyfriend who couldn’t keep his hands to himself’
Chris chuckled coldly as he looked you up and down, Jason being taken over by anger. His witnessing of you being taken hold of in a way Jason would never do to you.
‘That little twink was more than just a fuck toy, he was also a punching bag. And he deserved it with that attitude that came out of his mouth’ Chris coldly remarked, Jason took a step forward.
‘The fuck you just say? If you wanna keep your kneecaps I suggest you stop talking’ Jason barked, Chris laughed.
‘Like you could’
‘Don’t test me bruh, look at the size of you compared to me. I deal with assholes like you all the time and they never come out in one piece’ Jason said, puffing his chest out and towering over Chris.
Your ex boyfriend actually looked scared a little, you smiled a little as Jason made Chris nearly cower away.
‘Last I checked you’re a pussy boy who is unemployed and had to move back in with mommy and daddy after being released from prison’ Jason continued as you saw a little bit of a sore point hit as Chris looked hurt.
‘I think I’m gonna go’ you said, about to turn as Jason wrapped an arm around your waist and held you in place.
‘Stay right there baby’ Jason ordered, you held yourself still as Jason slipped his arm away.
‘Ok’ you obeyed, Chris looked at you with venom in his eyes.
Witnessing you being respected, protected and treated well made Chris annoyed, seeing as Jason was actually good to you.
‘Get out of my house, before I throw you out’ Jason growled at your ex boyfriend as Chris nodded a little.
As Chris walked toward the front door, Jason turned around and called out to Chris. A final threat that he meant every word of.
‘You ever touch y/n again, you ever even so much as breathe in his direction. I will rip your fucking nutsack off’ Jason called, Chris walked out the door as there was a silence that filled the air.
You turned your head with a small smile toward Jason as he still had anger on his face. Jason looked at you and instantly, within a second, his stance and voice calmed.
‘What?’ Jason said softly to you, you smiled even more as you grabbed Jason’s arm.
‘You’re hot when you’re angry’ you laughed as Jason pulled you in for a kiss.
This moment was when you had even more reassurance, you deserve better after all the hard times and pain you suffered with Chris. And here, right in front of you, he stood.
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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 (Dark Rafe x Sarah fanfic)
Summary: This was a draft I had in my notes app on my iPhone for my first ever attempt at a fanfic from last year. I don't have any recollection of it because I wrote it when I was drunk, and it was supposed to be a dark thriller-like read because I am inspired by the author, Karin Slaughter. A trigger warning: this will not sit well with some readers because it has incestuous elements. Basically, the story takes place over a year after the events of Ward dying, and Rafe's deep obsessive hatred for Sarah gets the best of him, and it gets really disturbing. I think I attempted a chapter in a half or two of this story. I probably don't want it to be a one-shot. If someone is actually content enough to stomach reading this and wants a continuation of it, I will write more chapters. Please know that this is a concept and just a work of fiction. If you're not into this trope, feel free to disengage from this read. Side note: this is pretty much a continuation from chapter one but not really finished because, like I said, this is from last year. I wrote it when I was drunk, and when I sobered up, I felt like this was so sick. I don’t think I want to finish it and publish it and get it cancelled, but I saw other writers stories that spoke about controversial stuff, so this is going up. If anyone who can withstand this read can handle it, I’d attempt to finish this chapter and make a third.
𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚠𝚘: 𝙸𝚗 𝚝𝚘𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚝𝚢.
Rafe removed Sarah off the ground and propped her motionless body into his arms she wasn’t dead, but she was out cold until further notice right now it was just him and her and the pain that kept them company all these years. The pain that his father’s favoritism for her was a wedge between their relationship. Even with his father, being dead, he still affected him traumatically, even if it was from beyond the grave Sarah’s body felt light as a feather in her torpid state cradled in his arms his hold on her secured so he could keep his balance as he was approaching the master bedroom of the mansion, the room now his since his stepmother and father, we’re gone Luckily, the bedroom door was already open, so he didn’t have to worry about stumbling his way in there with her. Rafe lowered Sarah onto the King sized bed. He didn’t know how long he had before she regain consciousness, and he didn’t know what he could do. To keep her there, seeing her felt triggering because she reminded him of everything he lacked she had John B who loved her unconditionally. While Rafe was only looked at for what he could provide, whether that being his father’s good old, reliable lapdog or nothing but a fien that brought in Barry money and gold because his cocaine addiction everything for him always came under a condition Rafe gently stroked Sarah‘s cheek and removed her messy hair away from her face you’re going to pay for the life that you stole from me Sarah if it wasn’t for you being born, Mom wouldn’t have died giving birth to you if it wasn’t for you being brought into existence, dad may actually of made me feel loved instead of putting all his focus on you he said in a very wrathful tone of voice whispering in her ear he put his index finger on the side of her neck and checked her pulse well, it looks like I didn’t really quite take your breath away because you’re still breathing, he says under his breath sarcastically then instantly Sarah’s eyes shot up and she was out of her comatose state where the hell am I she says, frightened and dumbfounded, when she took a moment to process her surroundings, and realized that she was face-to-face with Rafe she started to scream Rafe put his hand over her mouth, shushing her nice to see you respawned island, princess but I’m not trying to get hearing loss he says growing frustrated
Now then I’m pretty sure you don’t want me to smother you I’ll take my hand away from your mouth If you promise you won’t scream nod your head. If you understand, Sarah just looks at him blankly. Do you understand he screams which startled her Sarah nodded her head in cooperation. She was scared shitless, and even surprised that she woke up from his strangulation towards her.
I know dad would of wanted us to stick together as a family and keep his legacy alive I feel that would of been his dying wish he says looking at her intently, grabbing her arm hoping to get a sense of consolation Sarah swatted his hand away from her and sat up meeting his gaze Listen, Rafe, dad is gone now you don’t have to keep trying to base your identity around him anymore you can start a new life one that doesn’t to have to be this obsession with chasing his approval she replied anxiously plopping off the bed on her feet keeping her distance her eyes set on the doorway of the master bedroom typical fried Sarah do you even hear yourself you didn’t even keep your promise when I ask you pacifically to keep dad safe you’re the last person to see him alive and he’s dead because of you he shouts rising up instantly and shifted toward her feeling overwhelmed with anger him she flinches in fear and backs away from him from being eye to eye with her Sarah was at a lost for words she couldn’t even open up her mouth to say anything in this moment his words cutting in deep there was no denying that there was some truth to his statement she wanted to feel sympathetic toward him apart of her understanding of his resentment towards her because he always had to prove himself to be deemed worthy of his father’s love and she was put on a pedestal and was the person that always got in the way of him getting attention from their dad she turn towards him and shifted her eyes grazing into his attempting to read his facial expression it’s like he has this switch where he can go from indifferent to unstable you’re gonna do everything I tell you to do do you fucking hear me. He snaps immediately Sarah starts to bolt out the master bedroom door and rushes to the mansion staircase I’m not done with you. He screams chasing after her. Rafe you don’t have to do this, you can let me go she pleads
he started to gain in on her if she didn’t get away from him there’s no telling what he would do her mind was racing a mile a minute she remembered when they where kids they would play hide and seek and when he found her he’d tickle her to death but this is modern day they aren’t kids anymore if she’s sought out he was gonna hurt her Sarah manage to outrun him and snuck her way into a downstairs closet She tried so hard not to hyperventilate Sarah’s phone starts to vibrate in her back denim shorts pocket shit he’s gonna hear it. She says under her breath, trying to remain quiet as possible the closet had shutter panels that were partly cracked open she wanted to be able to monitor Rafes movements Sarah grabbed her phone out her pocket it started to light up with a text notification from John B saying closed up the store. When will you be back home? There’s leftover pizza in fridge. Sarah tries to share her location with John B but her phone dies on her shit I’m fucked. I’m so fucked she thinks she whispered to herself shaken up in fear tears welling up in her eyes you can’t hide from me Sarah she felt her brothers voice getting closer and closer and saw his figure threw the closet door shutters she puts her hands over her mouth to muffle her panicked whimpers before she knows it the door knob on the closet starts to turn she jumps up terrified holding onto it with all her might her grip tightened not wanting to let go because she had no idea what was coming next if she let herself be caught by him I don’t wanna die she thinks to herself shaking crying so hard she felt her tear ducts would get swollen I know you’re in there Sarah Why don’t you come out and play? he snarled simultaneously he breaks through the closet door smashing the antique wooden panels with his bare hands Sarah started to scream so loud that she felt their would be no more air in her lungs left she couldn’t even make sense of anything anymore she just froze in fear Rafe snatched her up by her arms and picks her up throwing Sarah over his shoulder why are you doing this she said kicking and screaming attempting to be loosen from his hold dragging her away her hands beating into his shoulders and striking him in the side of his neck which caused him to groan in pain making him react angrily gnashing his teeth and halting in his
steps pulling her hair so hard that the muscles in her neck felt strained that she was coming onto a whiplash You’re gonna calm down and be a good girl, right? he asked the pitch in his voice heightening in a domineering way watching her struggling to get out his grasp with lifeless eyes as she started to whine in defeat her refusal to give a answer right away caused him to be frustrated and pull at her hair even tighter as if he would scalp a piece of her hair out y-yes I’ll be good she says whimpering in pain hoping her words will ease his hands off her head that’s a good girl he says, letting out this smug that he had her complacent finally and flings her head back over his shoulders pulling her away from the downstairs storage closet he broke down taking his steps towards the staircase reaching upstairs in this moment Sarah wish Rafe would just die and this would all be over and she be somewhere safe she felt him climbing upstairs with her being brought back to the same place she tried so desperately escaping from
There’s no better life waiting out there for you Sarah everything you touched dies here is a place for rebirth and we can start anew and be a family again he says talking into her neck him making out the sentence sounding strange Rafe drops Sarah onto the ground of the master bedroom causing her to fall flat on her face he slammed the door shut and locked it behind him she starts sobbing let me out of here please Rafe just let me go she cries out beating her fist into the bedroom floor sorry no can do sunshine this is only the beginning he replies squatting down looking at her pathetic state of despair he started to laugh manically I’m gonna have so much fun with you he says while his set motives could be insidious or unusual. Come here he commands grabbing her wrist pulling her forcefully toward him she tried resisting his touch but felt herself to weak from being overpowered by his strength whats the matter cat got your tongue he questioned not amused by her silence you always been daddy’s little princess got everything handed to you while I was left high and dry trying to find that love from my father that was only honored to you he lashed out at her enraged it’s not my fault Rafe a lot of things where unforeseen occurrences yes we faced two different experiences but we are in the same predicament we both lost dad and we both are wounded from trauma she spat out shakily trying to find his humanity within him Sarah was crying to the point she had a runny nose all she wanted was to be out of this chaotic situation please just let me go she pleads
Rafe ignores her attempts of convincing him of letting her go and rises her up and squeezes her hand pulling her to follow him into the bathroom and near the shower get yourself cleaned up he demands Sarah just stands there lost and in a daze um can I have some privacy please she requested hopefully thinking if she could just borrow some time and come up with a plan to sneak out the window and break free from all this the sooner you strip naked and just hurry this up the sooner we can get past this he says deviously you’re
not just gonna stand there and watch me she asks him thinking he’s unserious her eyes widening in fear his patience was running thin take your clothes off he ordered grabbing the back of her neck tightly causing her to yelp does it look like I’m fucking around do it he yells Sarah felt disgusted by his sick demands it was a shrouded mystery what he had up his sleeve she knew that he didn’t want her out of his sight it was to risky but couldn’t he atleast have a form of human decency and respect her space and let shower in peace you’re not moving fast enough he hollered Sarah started to tremble slowly unbuttoning her white denim shorts just like that nice and slow he uttered out his tone sounding more sinister Sarah felt chills all over her body as she felt compelled to continue undressing herself she pulled her shorts down over her ankles and gently pushed them off to the side with her feet followed by her pulling her crop top over her head easing it off her tossing it to the ground leaving her exposed to her floral pattern laced bra and panties let me get a good look at you he said taking this moment in. (To be continued)
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has there been any fanfics that got you thinking about life? you know, those that stays with you because they hit you in the feels in a specific moment in your life? if so, would you like to share them and the reason why? i've always loved when fics do that!
There's this part from WWPWC. I read it first before getting my OCD diagnosis and it's stayed with me over the years. Why it resonated so much clicked after I reread it post diagnosis, while struggling with internalized shame and feeling like I was burdening people I loved. It kind of speaks for itself and I think I've quoted it many times!
Draco’s hand stills, though he doesn’t pull it away. “You do understand that it’s not — that I’ll always be this person, don’t you? That you’re not going to calm me down with sex? People have thought that before, you know, and really, almost exactly the opposite is true. I’m obsessive and intense and — and rude, sometimes, and I like things the way I like them, and you aren’t going to change that. That’s — me. And if that’s not what you want… ” He stops, takes a huge breath, and continues, tone so even that Harry aches for him, “If that’s not what you want, then it’s probably best for everyone that we don’t. Well. Make this any worse for ourselves than we already have, I suppose.”
Harry frowns against his pillow, and then props himself up on an elbow so he can look at Draco properly. As honestly and deliberately as he knows how, he says, “And what if what I want is to be with the mad bastard who nearly kicked my door down at 6:30 in the morning over a Prophet article? What if I like that you’re obsessive and intense and, yeah, Draco, really rude a lot of the time? What if the last thing I want is to calm you down?”
“Then you’re crazy,” Draco says, after a long pause, but he doesn’t look away from Harry when he says it, and Harry doesn’t miss the snarl of wild hope in his voice. “Completely round the twist. In fact, if that is truly the case, I’m sorry to tell you it maybe be impossible for you to live as a normal and respectable member of society.”
Harry thinks about it for a minute. Then he shrugs. Then he smiles.
“Well, hey,” he says, “that's all right. After all, who wants to be one of those?”
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Alright I guess it’s my turn. Sappy reflection under the cut.
I started watching Riverdale when I was sixteen, and I had a few personal issues but the BLUF is that I thought romantic relationships were no good and probably the worst thing you could find yourself in.
And then I watched Riverdale S1, and fell in love with Bughead while watching them fall in love. It really got me away from all those horrible feelings about the previous toxic high school relationship I was in.
I was sixteen and in my junior year of high school when I discovered this show, which was about halfway through S2 (I think it was 2x14 I was caught up to real time?) and I distinctly remember screaming into the void when Jughead nearly died at the end of the season.
I got into fanfic between S2 and 3, because there was an extreme lack of content and I had ideas that needed to be put on paper. The rest is history, I guess.
This show and the characters have helped me get through some tough times, and writing both helped me find this community and express ideas stuck in my mind. Today being the series finale really reminded me of the glory days of Bughead - I’ve really missed seeing all of your lil icons pop up on my feed and I’m glad I got to see them one more time before we’re out of RAS content, and these characters become ours.
For me, Riverdale ended a long time ago (before BarCheating in S4), but now that it’s officially over I’m never going to forget the people I’ve met like @sabs1d and @mrsreinhart and the universes I’ve created where Betty and Jughead can have their happily ever afters.
I’ll still be here, and I’ll still be me. I might be a bit more obsessed with Avatar: The Last Airbender and associated series than before, but Betty and Jughead are my forever OTP.
In the end, this show has seen me grow up - from 16 to 22 I’ve had years of fun. I’m not done writing, I’m just waiting for the inspiration to continue my stories and things. All my writers get me - creating in our heads even tho it doesn’t make it on the page.
Thanks to Riverdale for the insanity and the accelerating aging you have caused me, I will never forget you. And not on purpose lol.
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Behind the Keyboard Volume 26
Behind the Keyboard is a series of interviews with different Schitt’s Creek fanfic authors. The series will last as long as there is interest (from authors) and capacity (from me). If you are an author from the Schitt’s Creek fandom who would like to participate, send a DM to this account.
Each author was given ten questions. The first five questions are the same for every author, the last five will vary.
Let’s meet our next author:
@maxbegone / maxbegone
How many fics have you written?
Oh, so many. Overall, 87 on ao3.
When did you publish your first fic on AO3?
I’ll admit that I deleted an entire docket prior to starting up again a few years back, but my earliest listed is back in January of 2018 for Critical Role.
Describe your writing process from “Oh, I have an idea” to pushing publish on AO3.
I complain about it to myself, talk (re: complain) about it to my friends, and flesh it out in multiple very messy documents, including my notes app on my phone. My eventual process is bullet-pointing a bunch of things I want to include, breaking it down by chapter if need be, and bolding the text I haven’t written into the fic yet. If I get an idea while I’m in the middle of writing a scene for something later on, I immediately add it to the bottom of the document and keep going, otherwise I’ll forget. I also tend to write scenes out of order exactly on what I just said; if the scene comes to mind and I know it won’t happen for a long time within the story, I write that first just to grind it out. Regardless, it still means I’m writing, even if it’s not linear. Have I mentioned this method is messy?
Tell me about your most recent fic? What do you love about it? Is there anything you think you could have done better?
My most recent fic isn’t for SC, but the last SC fic I posted was here comes the jackpot question in advance back on new years eve and I still love it. The Kacey Musgraves version of New Year’s Eve played continuously throughout the holidays at work, and the more I heard it, the more I wanted to write something having to do with it. To me, it’s cozy and representative of my favorite time of year (winter in Manhattan). It’s comfort to me, and I know I’m not the only one when I say I tend to write things that are pretty self-indulgent. This was one of them.
What advice would you give to someone who’s thinking about publishing their fic for the first time?
Just go for it. It doesn’t matter whether or not it lands, what matters is that you hit “publish” and took that leap. Try not to look at kudos or hit counts too obsessively either, because someone is going to find it and love it — the numbers don’t dictate the quality of what you’ve written. Just because the fic doesn’t make its rounds and skyrocket doesn’t mean it isn’t good. It’s hard, but try not to compare yourself. This goes for more than just fanfic.
Do you write for any other fandoms? Which ones?
I started out with Critical Role, delved into a few pieces for The Last of Us, a game and story that holds a very near and dear place in my heart (this piece in particular is one of my favorite things I’ve written), and I’m currently writing for 9-1-1: Lone Star. Who would’ve thought a procedural drama would come to mean so much to me? Then again, who would’ve thought that about a half hour comedy, too? Yet, here we are!
What’s one question you would like to ask Dan Levy about writing?
What does your process look like? As in, what’s your ideal time of day, what sort of environment do you look for, do you have background noise or music, or complete silence?
Fill in the blank. You couldn't pay me enough money to write…kink. I just. No.
Do your IRL friends and family know you write fic?
I would sooner frisbee throw my computer out a window and follow suit. Nope, no, nada, no.
What are your three favorite tropes?
You know, I’ve been writing for a long time and I’ve been on Tumblr for longer than I care to acknowledge, and I still have trouble defining tropes. I legitimately just had to Google the definition again because I feel like I never get it quite right — found family, whoops this grumpy old man is now suddenly the father figure to some kid, idiots to lovers.
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who art thou?
• who the hell are you •
my name is katrina (she/her), nice to meet yah! i am a pansexual queen, welcoming to all my fellow lgbtqia+ babies. i hope to create fanfics for a variety of readers! currently, i am obsessed with my mans, eddie munson. i like to write smut&fluff balanced series, but may send out the occasional smut post to keep things interesting! i also am a big fan of action so i tend to include that in there with my fluff&smut if the universe permits.
i write 18+ content. please do not interact if you are a minor. seriously. not for you. also please don’t plagiarize, it wasn’t cool in school and it isn’t now. i am open to your feedback and would love to hear your thoughts on my writing! promise you won’t get sass if feedback comes with pure intentions 😈 i'm hoping to improve my writing when it comes to describing the scene and making you feel as though you are truly within the story! i want to provide you with an opportunity to escape real life, if you happen to need a quick break. i may include some resources in posts to better support this concept (e.g., playlists). my writing usually has a word count between ~1-10k, but there may be some outliers.
also also, i am always looking for mutuals and more writers to interact with! please feel free to hit me up in the chats <3 i’d love to get to know you! also also, i try my hardest to read other posts out there and give feedback reblogs. i’ll be honest after a day of work, reading past 2k is rough but give me a follow if you want some recs 💖
• when and why do you write •
i am still working to consistently post weekly. lately, I’ve been getting hit hard with a writing bug and then my brain is dormant for like 2 weeks. anything i write during that time is literal poo-poo on fire. hopefully it doesn’t last haha updates and recent posts can be found on my nav page. i will update when i’m writing a post and when i plan to post ✨
if any of my posts suit your fancy, please reblog, comment, message, or anon request that you want a part two. if y’all want it, i’ll write it. like literally i will have like next to no likes on a post and if someone asks for a part two, hoe you getting it. 🫂 also, a “small” bit of why i write is to get some hoes horny. that is a huge compliment for me and like lmk. anyways, i like to lean more into the “smut or porn?” type of writing too…
i am best supported by reblogs! + comments really keep me encouraged to write 🥹 follows and likes are also much appreciated. i’m not uber comfy with tips but like if the thought pops in your head, and then you take like a day to think about it, and it’s still there, and then you take one more day after that and it’s still there, then like here’s my cashapp 🫠 i
will continue writing as long as someone out there is reading 🥰 reading your comments and feedback gives me so much joy! but like not too rough of feedback cause i'll cry ☺️ also, taglists are awesome, but please feel free to let me know if you want to be taken off. no judgment here, i promise you. i understand not wanting to be notified constantly!
oh! and here is my view on #tags. warning may not be a popular opinion 😬 in the first few days of a post, i will use whatever tags are needed to get your eyes to see it. i work really hard on my writing and i want to make sure it’s seen. however, my posts always include the appropriate pairing right at the top so you are more than welcomed to say “fuck this” if it doesn’t match the tag you were looking for. with that being said, once the hype goes down on a post, i will make sure to appropriately tag my pieces. also in the cases of my oc’s, i still consider the oc as the reader. we are all becoming the oc in my posts ♥️ time to escape to another universe!
• what do you even write about •
i am looking into exploring characters and experiences within: (1) the tv universes of stranger things, the walking dead, the boys, buffy the vampire slayer, the l word, z nation, supernatural, true blood, game of thrones, house of dragons, shameless, etc. (2) the video game universes of left 4 dead 2, resident evil 6, the last of us: parts 1 & 2, dead by daylight, etc. & (3) the movie universe of the hunger games, top gun (rooster is very special to me), twilight, avatar (ma’jake 🤤), mcu, harry potter, etc.
i pretty much am hoping to write about whatever i am currently obsessed with haha as we all should. each series is written within their own universes, so some things might not match up. apologies in advance! also as some of these universes can be quite violent, i write a little violence but always disclose in the warning so check those out! i am starting to dip my toe into the ideas of requests. please feel free to send me your thoughts on what you'd like to read ✨
my reader povs will always be 18+ and consenting adults. we also support and promote safe sex here, despite the shenanigans that may be happening in my smut series 🤤 i explore different areas of mental health, but anxiety is a common theme amongst my series. i'm an anxiety queen so i am making us all queens. my warnings will also include any triggers associated with smuts, as well as mental health (i.e., trauma). i write my series to bring you nothing but happiness, so please check out the warnings before reading! also sometimes my smut my just be down right porn, so please do enjoy. that is my intent 😚
• inspirations •
tags to the authors who have left a lasting impact on me and my writing. these are my favorite posts from them so far! most of which either make me feel something (which is rare lol) or give me a writing bug. these are also the most wonderful humans who are willing to help my noobie ass. i encourage you to check them out as much as possible because if i’m over here tagging and reblogging, they must be fucking legit. send them my love.
✨ @theoreticslut • celebrate good times • eddie munson •
✨ @seidenbros • there’s no one like you • eddie munson •
✨ @indouloureux • bloom later • steve harrington •
✨ @ghosttownwherenoonegoes • a look to open the skies • eddie munson •
✨ @fandomxpreferences • macho man • bradley “rooster” bradshaw •
✨ @hellfirebabes • scream for me • eddie munson •
✨ @mcplestreet • bartering • eddie munson •
✨ @darkworkcourier • ghost request • simon “ghost” riley •
✨ @nackrosor • slutty feline jester • eddie munson •
✨ @sunflowersteves • another day, another dollar • bradley “rooster” bradshaw •
✨ @fairysluna • little wolf • aemond targaryen •
• nav • requests open •
#navigation#fanfic#fanfic writer#fanfics#stranger things#about me#about my blog#authors supporting authors#tlou fanfiction#ellie tlou#spn fiction#spn fanfic#spn family#spn#tlou#fanfic writing#lgbtwriter#pansexual#eddie munson fandom#steve harrington fandom#rooster fandom#avatar 2#writing requests#requests open
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Hey Blu! I love all your work and I'm OBSESSED with your jayrae fanfics! I'd love a continuation of The Lost Boy au. Rae's kid kinda reminds me of the young Adam in The Adam Project with Ryan Reynolds! I need to see Jason and Raven interact around their kid 😭
Hello,
So I know this is a long time coming but here's the next part of the OUAT AU I have going. I hope you enjoy!
Once Upon a Time AU 3
Raven was standing there shivering as a farrier came into view, and she leaned on the hood of her car as she hugged herself against the cold. Slowly the ship docked, and a massive form hopped out of the ship, tying it off as he came near her car, the lower hatch coming down.
“Hey,” the shadowy form said.
“Hey,” she shivered a bit as she locked her jaw to keep her teeth from chattering.
“Uh… Jason, I… I’m not his father or anything, but I can get him home, I know his mother,” the man said, she could see a vague outline of him now, but he was still a mere sillhoute in this light.
“Raven… and if it’s all the same, I’d rather ensure he gets home myself, he tracked me down,” she said as she stood, offering her hand.
“Right, I get it,” Jason took her hand. “Well, gimme a minute and we’ll get you loaded up, and set to go.”
“Thanks,” she said as she got into her car again, the heater felt good. She watched as Jason’s shadow moved around working and then he gestured for her to drive forward. Carefully she drove forward, Danny was snoring away in the backseat as she pulled into the ferry, and they parked. Shivering she turned off her car, Jason walked over, knocking on her window which she slowly lowered.
“It’s about a forty minute trip, if you and Danny want to move to the cabin to stay warm that’d be good,” he said.
“I’ll get him,” she said.
“Just put the car in park, and the parking brake on, thanks,” he said.
She nodded as she did just that. Jason was gone, and Raven carefully got out of the car, coming around to wake Danny, the boy blink bleary eyes as he woke up.
“Come on kid,” she said softly. The kid yawned before stumbling out of his nest of blankets, and she walked after him through the ferry as they came up to a cabin. Now Raven blinked in surprise at the man; he had a few nasty scars on his face, with a nose so obviously broken a few times it gave him the air of fighter. His black hair peaked out in curls from under his cap, the dash of freckles of his face was a surprising mark of innocence because his face; while handsome was brutal. He smiled tightly as he offered her a steaming mug.
“Hey, so, it’s chilly enough I thought you’d like a cup, and given the hour…” he trailed off.
“Thank you,” she smiled. Though he looked terrifyingly brutal, he had a smokey, deep, graveled voice which put her at ease. She noticed Danny eagerly looking between them, and she raised her brows at the kid; the kid smiled.
“Don’t be smiling, I’m taking you straight back to your mother,” she warned.
“You’re my mom,” he shrugged.
“Danny boy, you’re grounded,” Jason warned tiredly. “Sorry about him and whatever scheme he’s concocted, by the way.”
“You guys are cursed; you’ll thank me later!” Danny huffed.
“Kid, you’ve scared your mother shitless, dragged this poor little bird into this mess, and had me frantically searching everywhere since your mother called me, and you got the sherriff on my ass, we’re not thanking you, you are grounded.”
“But you are cursed!” Danny declared persistently.
“Why does he think we’re cursed?” Raven asked Jason softly as Danny flopped into a seat, glaring at Jason.
“I regret giving him that book,” Jason muttered. “I gave Danny a book of fairytales, and he’s been insistent we’re cursed, frozen in time in a prison town, and he’s insistent we don’t remember who we are,” Jason explained.
“Huh. And who are we?” she asked.
“He’s the beast,” Danny explained gleefully.
“The beast?” Raven raised her brows.
“I was Captain Hook two months ago,” Jason chuckled.
“No, you’re the beast! You’re all grumpy and ugly and you snarl at everyone about everything and you’re rivals with Dick, who is prince charming and the beast was a prince too!”
“Ugly he calls me,” Jason snorted.
“Well…” she smiled wryly in her cup. “Objectively speaking…”
Jason barked a rough laugh as his head fell back and looked at her. “I see where the kid get’s his sharp tongue little bird.”
“So, who am I if he’s the beast,” Raven asked the kid dryly. Danny perked up and smiled wickedly.
“Beauty, you’re going to see past this curse, and see I’m right, and you’re going to save us!” Danny declared enthusiastically. “Beauty always sees through the curse, sees past the monsters; you’re going to save us.”
“Huh, never knew Beauty did that,” Raven mused.
“Go to sleep Danny, it’s going to be light out soon and your mom is going to be throwing a right fit about this stunt,” Jason sighed.
“But!”
“Danny, you are grounded for the next eternity and when you’re mother’s done with you I’m chewing your ass out, so go to sleep, conserve energy because ass chewings are just starting,” he warned.
Danny huffed but scrambled off the chair as he trotted to a bunk, crawling onto it before glaring at Jason; but in five minutes he was snoring away as he curled up into a pillow.
“I’m sorry about him,” Jason said softly.
“I… Don’t be,” she finally sighed as she looked up at Jason. “I never thought there’d be a day I’d actually get to meet him. I… I was doing what was best for him and me, and it was… hard, but I never… I never dreamed I would ever meet him.”
“And now that you have?”
“I don’t know,” she whispered. “But for now, I just… I want to make sure he’s safe, and loved, and I’ll meet his mother and I… I’m not able to take him, but I want to know he’s loved and wanted.”
“I think it’s hard…for him, Zatanna is… difficult, but so is Danny, so… I think they’re difficult on each other, but I do think they love each other.”
“I just… want to make sure,” she explained.
“I get it.”
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Welcome to the ramblings of grad student who doesn’t sleep that much and lives on Diet Coke 😂 Brevity is not my friend, so whatever I write will be long-winded because I can’t apparently say things in a few words.
Even though I’m relatively new to the RW&RB fandom, I’ve been completely obsessed with it lately. So much so that I have a million and one ideas for fanfics! I wish I had more time (and motivation) to actually write something with substance. I probably will at some point. As of now, though, I have all these random thoughts that I’ve sketched out. One of them is a 5+1 story about Alex’s failed proposal attempts (5 times he tried to propose to Henry and something got in the way, and 1 time he actually did propose). Here’s a quick (and extremely rough) snap-shot of the actual proposal scene. If I do write this someday, I’ll obviously spend more time on it and make it much more detailed. Also, I’d like to thank @underwinterclouds for letting me ramble about this idea.
Alex: *Slams the front door of the brownstone open, standing in the foyer, dripping and shivering from the storm in his NYU Law hoodie*
Henry: *Immediately runs over with a towel and starts drying him off* Darling, you’re drenched! Did you run all the way home?!
Alex: *Ignores the question and proceeds to pull a ring box from his hoodie pocket, dropping down to one knee* I love you, Henry. And I’d like to spend the rest of my life with you, if you’ll have me. Will you marry me?
Henry: *Stunned, stops mid swipe of the towel, with tears in his eyes* Did you just —
Alex: *Sheepish* Yeah… I was studying in the library, and I couldn’t concentrate because all I could think about was you. I’ve wanted to propose for a while, but no moment seemed right. Then, I figured why continue to wait? So, I left, but it was raining so I just…ran.
Henry: *Laughs through his tears, releasing the towel* This is much more chaotic than what I had planned.
Alex: You—what?
Henry: Wait right here. *Runs to their bedroom to retrieve something, and comes back to see Alex still kneeling*
Henry: *Drops to both knees with a ring box in his hands* I had a few ideas in mind. I thought about flying us to DC to propose near the linden tree where we shared our first kiss. Or, to London to visit the V&A where we had our lovey dance. I even considered asking your father if his lake house was available because that’s your favourite place in the world, and it’s where I realised you could possibly love me in return. But, this works just as well because this is our home - the place where we get to love each other peacefully and freely. Even though this moment isn’t quite how I pictured it, it’s infinitely better because it’s messy and chaotic and beautiful. It’s completely…us.
Alex: *Tearing up now, too* You were gonna—
Henry: Of course, love. We said forever, didn’t we? And even though we don’t necessarily need to be married to be with each other forever—
Alex: Don’t even finish that sentence ‘cause I’m gonna marry you, sweetheart.
Henry: *Raises eyebrow* I haven’t even asked you yet.
Alex: *Shakes the ring box, which he’s still holding, emphatically* Well, you didn’t give me an answer to my question yet, either.
Henry: Oh. *Blushes* Yes, of course I will marry you, Alex. And will please you do me the great honor of being my husband?
Alex: *Laughs* Well…since you asked so nicely, I guess I’ll have to say yes. *Smirks before leaning in for a fierce kiss*
#red white and royal blue#rw&rb#firstprince#alex x henry#alex and henry#alex claremont diaz#henry mountchristen windsor#alex-chaotic proposals only-claremont-diaz#this proposal is so messy but also sweet
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i was tagged by my darling @loser-user-noaccuser (thanks for the tag love) so let’s go!
(i’m also gonna tag @takenbythelightfantastic @shutupdevvie and @myfriendtheghost but if you see this and i didn’t tag you, feel free to participate anyway!)
what book are you currently reading? i just started shady hollow: a murder mystery by juneau black. i’ve been meaning to read it for ages, so i’m excited to finally get around to it.
what’s your favorite movie you saw in theatres this year? this is really hard to pick because i did see a lot of films this year, most of them screenings of older movies. my top three are probably labyrinth, goodfellas, and rear window. i do feel that elvis deserves an honorable mention as well because i did really enjoy that and it made me cry multiple times.
what do you usually wear? it depends on the day. if i’m at home i just wear athletic tights and a t shirt, but if i’m going to class i’ll throw on a cardigan as well and sometimes wear jeans instead of tights.
how tall are you? i’m 5′3″
what’s your star sign? do you share a birthday with a celebrity or historical event? i’m a pisces! i also share a birthday with johnny cash and victor hugo (and i’m one day away from sharing one with george harrison)
do you go by your name or nickname? they’re pretty interchangeable tbh. some people call me mallorie, but just as many call me mal.
did you grow up to be what you wanted to be as a kid? yes and no. i think that who i am as a person is the type of individual that i’ve always been and wanted to be, but in the tangible sense of a career, lifestyle, etc., i’m still in a transitional period of my life and can’t say yet if i’ll reach the more material goals set by my childhood self.
are you in a relationship? if not who is your crush if you have one? i’m not in a relationship, and i don’t really have any crushes aside from my multiple famous/fictional/tumblr mutual babygirls.
what’s something you are good at vs something you are bad at? ever since i was a child, i’ve been pretty talented in the arts (singing, acting, visual art, etc.) and i did really well in school, but i am absolutely terrible at sports or really anything atheltic.
dogs or cats? both! although i don’t know if i could live without a dog.
if you draw/write or create in anyway what’s your favorite picture/favorite line/favorite etc. from something you have created this year? it’s definitely this (technically unfinished) painting that i did of george harrison at the beginning of the year. i consider it one of my best works to date, and it was done at a time when i was really deep into a beatles phase so i think my love of the band and george really manifested into the work.
what’s something you’d like to create content for? oh my gosh there’s so many things. i’m really big into any kind of pop culture/media so i draw a lot of celebrities that i love and things like that. i’d really like to continue to make art that shows my love of the beatles, but i would like to branch out into making art for some of my other loves like john denver, gvf, and the muppets. i’d also love to give writing fanfic for any of the fandoms i’m in a try.
what’s something you are currently obsessed with? well i’m obviously obsessed with the beatles and gvf, but i also adore john denver, the solo works of all the beatles, the muppets, the simpsons, film (particularly old hollywood and 80s films), and a million other things. i’ve also been hyperfixating on seinfeld a bit lately bc that’s the show i’m currently watching.
what’s something you were excited about that turned out to be disappointing this year? i think every year i convince myself that i’ll make new irl friends and finally have a full friend group or even get into a relationship, but that never really happens much. (although i am thankful for all of the darling friends i have made on tumblr. y’all mean so much to me.) i also went see paul mccartney in concert this year and while it was amazing and by no means disappointing, it didn’t hold the life-changing gravity that i thought it would, and it almost made me a bit sad because it reminded me how much time has passed since the beatles and that the people that i really care about won’t be around forever.
what’s a hidden talent of yours? i’m pretty good at impressions! i can do a lot of them, but some of my favorites are miss piggy, cher, bob dylan, chubby checker (specifically singing the twist), a ton of simpsons characters, jerry seinfeld and jimmy stewart. (the last two aren’t always great but they really make me laugh.)
are you religious? yes, but it’s a bit complicated. i was raised catholic, but i find that i don’t agree with all of the teachings of the catholic church, so now i’m trying to find where i stand in the religious community and where my beliefs and morals fit. it’s something i’m working on and figuring out as i go along.
what’s something that you wish to have at this moment? happiness, love, and peace
#thanks so much again to shae for the tag#this was so much fun#also sorry if i got too emotional or whatever#mal lore
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Archangel oracle reading (or I tried something new and really want to talk to someone about it)
Seeing your post about doing a reading based on a reading you've read in a book, inspired me to create my own reading way. I probably would have brushed off the thought or put it off until I forgot, except I kept getting Tarot stuff on my dash so I decided to do it, and I'm really happy! It was fun!
So I had to decide what to do for my spread, and since it was my first time I tried to keep things simple, but it wasn't all the way simple.
To be honest my spread by the end almost looked like a pillar.
In the middle was the card that represented "me": Archangel Jophiel "Clear Your Space" (I took that as meaning I'm energy sensitive, and I need to be aware of how physical, mental, and spiritual things effect me. If things are "crowded" I need to clear my space/my energy bubble.)
The card to the left is my past. Archangel Haniel "Moon Cycles" (I took this as I have gone through cycles. Healthy/unhealthy, active/inactive, tolerant/intolerant)
The card on the right is my future. Archangel Metatron "Chakra Clearing" (I took this as meaning I'm going to be cleaning/clearing my physical, mental, spiritual space. Taking steps to better my environment, and in turn my inner self will better as well.)
Above the three cards are Forces that Help Me (and this is where I broke the "keep it simple/one card rule").
I got for the Forces that Help Me:
Archangel Michael "Remember Who You Are" was the strongest pull of the group. (I took this is remaining true to myself is my strongest helper. It has seen me through tough times.)
Archangel Ariel "Courage" (Being yourself takes courage, stand by your beliefs)
Archangel Uriel "You Know What to Do" (Have faith in yourself.)
Archangel Raguel "Divine Order" (Here I get a little fuzzy, but, I think it's : You're listening to your soul, and your soul is directing you. Everything is happening as it should.)
Archangel Jeremiel "Overcoming Difficulties" (Your resilience and persistence is a critical. You're healing for old pains, and rising to new heights.)
Then came the cards on the bottom. The Forces that Hinder Me. I was wondering how this would turn out because these cards are more about offering comforting words/advice, or at least the quotes on the cards are. But I kept an open mind.
The first card surprised me. It was Archangel Gabriel "Creative Writing" (I love writing. I'm trying to finish editing my first book, while writing my second, and writing fanfics for fun. Then the card made sense. Even when I step away from my writing, I'm thinking about it in some way. I suppose I'm a bit obsessive. It's basically all I do, and even when I'm watching movies/games/books/tv part of me is paying attention to the story as a writer/story teller instead of just enjoying it.)
The next card was Archangel Ariel "Prosperity" (I often resist doing things I want or getting things I want because I'm afraid of not having enough to pay for bills, but saving doesn't seems to help either because I still don't have enough. lmao)
The last card was Archangel Chamuel "Peace" (I tend to run from conflict seeing it as something useless because the other person won't change their mind. I get so frustrated when standing for my beliefs, and turn silent and disengage because I don't want to continue fighting if I even try to speak up in the first place. I'll stay silent when I have a question or an argument to try to maintain the peace until I explode. I'll also resist asking for things I want to do or try to maintain the peace. Main thing is I'd rather leave/stay silent to maintain the "peace")
I find it interesting how all these seem to relate, but I suppose it makes sense since I was doing a reading about myself. I usually only do the past/present/future spread or ask a question and pull the cards that tug at me.
So, yeah, I just wanted to share.
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15, 46, 72, 66 for the ask game!!
hi maddy!!! i am happy to rise to the challenge🫡
15 - where do you share your writing?: ALWAYS ao3. i have published one (1) wattpad story when i was in 5th grade. never again. as for non-fanfic stuff, i’ve been in several writing workshops where i share a short story or novel chapter, and they usually go pretty well. i also regularly send updates of my novel to my friend because she’s Obsessed with it and told me she will happily proofread for free. so that’s abt it!!
46 - what time do you write the most?: definitelyyyy nighttime. i have always been more of a night person, and there is just something abt the dark & solitude & promise of no distractions or interruptions that lets me write for hours and really get carried away. i love it.
72 - what do you do if a scene gets too serious?: hmm. not sure whether this means too serious for the story, as in it needs to be edited, or if it’s too serious and you get overwhelmed while writing. i’ll answer both, though! i think i’ve had this problem the most with my rewrite series, ESPECIALLY the end of season 2 from will pov. it felt like i was writing his possession in a way that almost swallowed me whole—it was so continually intense & dark, and it never let up until the very end. if it was getting too serious, i’d take a step back, cut the scene short, and break it up with something from mike pov—action, introspection, etc, as long as it was lighter than will’s pov. which was not very hard to accomplish, since will pov was as dark as u could get. on the flip side, i do get pretty overwhelmed by my own writing sometimes. i cry a lot while writing. usually it’s not a problem, as it just fuels my writing, but if i get too overwhelmed, i just take a little break & go back to it when i’m ready.
66 - when have you felt the most confident in your writing?: honestly, i’m usually pretty confident in my writing, especially when it’s something that i worked hard on and i know people will love. i was insanely proud of baby we’re perfect, even before i published it, as well as king of my heart and who am i to ask for more. i think the times i’m LEAST confident are when i project too much onto my writing, and i worry that it’s too melodramatic or too out of character, and the times i try something new or experimental. sometimes i LOVE the stuff i’ve written, but i still worry that other people will see all the flaws and pick it apart. mostly bc that has happened before. but for the most part, i know that the right people will be impacted, and i can’t please everybody, so at the end of the day if i’m proud of it, that’s enough. and i usually am! i’ve come a long way in my writing, and i’m not ashamed to say that i have a lot of confidence in myself. i know i’m a good writer, and i’m always working to get better & push myself as far as i can go.
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🤗 What advice would you give to new fanfic writers that are just getting started?
Oh gosh, a lot of things, really; in fact, there are so many things I could say that I’ll probably miss a few along the way as I’m writing this, and have to add to it in reblogs in the future.
For now, though, let’s see…
(Full answer under the cut for length)
1. Ignore the naysayers.
I know, I know — this advice probably sounds cliché and basic as fuck, but hear me out.
One of the most important things I ever started to learn as a writer — and still continue to do so in new and crucial ways, as time marches on and I gain more experience — was the value of not giving a shit about the naysayers.
When I was younger, I used to let the criticism of everyone — both constructive and destructive — live rent free in my head all day, every day, and obsess over making sure that my works were always as picture-perfect, innocent, and problem-free as anyone else told me they should be.
It was the biggest mistake I ever made, it made my life and my hobby a living hell, and looking back, it is the one thing I genuinely and thoroughly regret the most about any of my older works.
To explain this in better detail, here’s a little story-time for you:
When I was little, I would always have my Aunt telling me, “You shouldn’t write stories that are so dark, and [series I was writing for] isn’t meant to be so dark and ugly.” or, “It’s not healthy; there’s something wrong with you if you like writing things like this. You must enjoy things being hurt because then you get to feel good about helping and protecting them. It’s sick; you’re like those disgusting mothers who poison their kids so they can get pity and attention from it.” So, I would hesitate to write any major level of angst in my stories from that point forward.
Then, when I wrote a somewhat less “dark” story, she would tell me, for example, “No. You can’t have the Mom be in the wrong for what she did in this story. She was just looking out for her kid, and right to stop him from making friends. The kid is in the wrong and he needs to pay the consequences of his actions. Rewrite it.” So, I started re-writing it, but then quickly lost my passion and eventually abandoned it completely.
After that, I would eventually try to write a story for a different fandom — a book I loved dearly — and she told me, “Oh god, not that. That story is so stupid; you’re too old to like that, anyway.” Depressed and feeling stupid for ever even wanting to write it, I then abandoned that idea, too, before I’d even gotten past the first page.
If I tried to write multiple stories at once, swapping between them whenever I had writer’s block on the other, she would tell me, “Write one story at a time! Real authors don’t do that!” And if I complimented something in a book I read, saying that “as a writer myself, I really enjoy this”, she would quickly snap, “you’re not a real writer.” As a result, I stopped writing multiple books, even if I had the inspiration for them, and for a long time, I stopped daring to even call myself a writer.
Because I listened to someone who wanted to control and ensure that whatever I wrote would stay purely to her personal tastes, values, and interests, I let so many ideas that could have been born into the world die before they’d even taken their first breath and allowed myself to stay feeling inadequate and irrelevant. Would some of them have sucked? Would most of them have been cringe in some shape or form? Yes. I’m sure they would. But…I would rather have had those sucky, cringy books exist than to never get to see what I would have created — to never get to find the bits of good and overall interesting premises that yes, would also have come to be through each and every one of them.
I can never stress this enough, but please, new fanfic writers and even just writers in general: DON’T be like young me; don’t listen to the naysayers in your life who tell you that you shouldn’t write whatever the hell you want, however the hell you want, and whenever the hell you want. Do not let them get in your headspace over anything.
The thing you need to know about these people who tell you that what you want to write is “problematic”, “boring”, “uncreative”, or “cringe” in some way, and that you shouldn’t do it for your own good and reputation, is that they are all just like my Aunt: that is to say, they do not genuinely care about you or what is in your best interest — they are not genuinely trying to protect you or steer you on the right, most healthy path. Yes, they may claim that they do care and want the best for you, and to some extent, they may even think that they do, but at the end of the day, when push comes to shove, what they really want most is just to control you, so that they can stop you from creating content that they dislike and don’t want to have to see.
Thus, rather than doing the actually healthy thing by learning to curate their own experiences in life and teach those around them that it is fundamentally okay to not share the same interests and opinions with everyone around you, they choose to guilt trip you and manipulate you into believing you are the one who is in the wrong, and who needs to be re-educated to recognize the dangerous non-conformists who may look like they are just minding their own business and hurting no one, but are definitely abusing and/or encouraging abuse to real live people and animals behind the scenes. (Because they write about the topic, so it must mean they commit or at least condone these things in real life, too, right? /sarcasm)
I promise you that these kinds of people and their moral grandstanding over things that aren’t even real in this world is far more harmful and genuinely problematic than anything fictional you could ever imagine and write or draw, and that if you went to an actual, licensed therapist and asked them their opinion on the matter, they would undoubtedly confirm that with no hesitation.
It may seem harmless on the outside to give in to one of their demands — that it’s not worth the fight, but I promise you, if you give them an inch, they’ll take a mile. It will keep extending further and further from one thing to the next until there is basically no longer anything you are “allowed” to write or draw that isn’t one or two universally accepted “completely healthy” pairings, in “completely healthy and happy, ideal” settings, in which nothing even remotely bad or mildly disquieting ever happens or is said — if you can even do that.
And this applies to more than just tropes, genres, characters, ships, plots, or what have you — these controlling people will exist about other things, too, and they must be ignored the same.
There will be people out there who will tell you that fanfic writing isn’t as good, fulfilling or creative as writing original works. It is bullshit — bullshit that, if not based on an intentional desire to control and manipulate your actions, is at the very least born of the incorrect and extremely biased belief that fanfic writing doesn’t count as “real writing”; ignore it, and do not feel pushed to create wholly original works if that is not what you already want for yourself and are passionate about.
There will be people out there who will give you so-called “writing advice” which tells you that you must never do a certain thing (such as using a certain phrase, perspective, or writing style) regardless of circumstance, and that if you do, that’s automatically a negative thing and makes you unprofessional and a bad or fake writer; ignore them the same. The reality is that many famous beloved authors of the world have either intentionally or unintentionally ignored certain so-called “rules” of writing and are still enjoyed and loved all the same — and sometimes even all the more because of that particular, unique, characteristic ‘style’ they created in doing so.
Constructive criticism can be great and help you grow leaps and bounds on your journey, but that’s the key thing about it; it has to be constructive, and furthermore, what may be typically considered constructive for one person may not be for another. If something is negatively effecting your headspace and making you more miserable and unhappy for having experienced it, that is not constructive — it is destructive, and you need to either find a way to make peace with it and be better for it, or cut it out of your life.
If you don’t want any criticism towards your writings, then try your best to communicate that nicely and outright to your readers; most nice communities (especially AO3) will largely accept that, and those that don’t can and should be blocked or ignored.
2. Realize that someday, you are probably going to look back at your old works and think that they are very cringe, and that that is perfectly okay. Remember how I said “ignore the naysayers”? Well, that applies to you, too; remember that you are almost always your own worst critic, and that if you let that hold you back, you will miss out on a lot of good things and experiences in life, too, as well as depriving other people of that privilege through what you could create.
If there is something you want to write, then write it; don’t sit back and overthink all of the potential negatives to doing so until you’ve talked yourself out of the idea, and it never comes to be.
Yes, it is very likely that someday all of the fics you are writing now — even the ones you love the absolute most — someday will be things you will look back on and, in some manner or form, think are “cringe”, but that is okay. It is okay even if you think it is cringe now; don’t be afraid of being ‘cringe’. Cringe culture is dead, as it rightfully should be, and you don’t need to try to resurrect it out of guilt or self-depreciation.
Not only is it a sign of growth for you as a writer to be able to look back on something and say to yourself, “wow, that’s something I would never do if I wrote this today”, but it’s also important to remember that just because something may be cringe or outdated to you and your current style, that doesn’t mean that there isn’t someone else to whom that very creation means the world or massively brightens their day.
Don’t delete your old works. Don’t prevent yourself from writing new ones by gaslighting yourself into believing they aren’t good or valid. Don’t hold yourself back from experimenting with new things that you may want to try just because it may turn out a disaster; that’s the only way to grow and learn. Don’t be afraid to be derivative or “uncreative” by writing something that’s just barely different from the source material, if that’s what you enjoy. Don’t be afraid to be repetitive by creating five thousand slight variations on the same story or trope; not only is that a valid thing to do, but there are also many people out there who are looking for exactly that.
All in all, just, don’t let you hold yourself back from something you genuinely want to do and will enjoy — in writing or drawing.
3. Don’t pay attention to the numbers. This can be a hard one to stick to, but it’s very important. All too often, we end up getting stuck comparing ourselves to others and the success that they have, instead of enjoying what’s right in front of us, and it’s not healthy or good — not for ourselves, and not even for others around us.
While it may be tempting to pick up the pen and try to write for a more popular series, trope, character, or pairing and rake in some of that sweet, sweet instant gratification with the big numbers, it’s important to remember that not only do those numbers not matter in the grand scheme of things, but also that nothing that is big and popular ever simply started out as being big and popular — and nothing else will ever have hope of joining that list of big and popular if you aren’t willing to take the first or another step in making it so.
That big ship you’re thinking of right now that gets all the kudos, comments, bookmarks, subscriptions, and hits that you wish your fic had? It didn’t start out that big. The most popular and successful fic of all in the biggest fandom you know? It didn’t start out as the most popular or successful; it started out just like your fic did when you first posted it, like your ship did when it first came into being by the first person to think of it.
Things can only gain traction if they have people behind them, loving them, creating for them, and engaging with them, and every person who gives up on them because they’re not popular enough is one less chance that thing had at eventually becoming popular, just as that biggest ship or fic out there needs people who love it to keep engaging with it and standing by it in order for it to remain “the most popular”.
What you love desperately needs you, and you do make a difference for it; don’t turn your back on it and end up doing something that doesn’t make you happy — or at least that makes you less happy — just because it isn’t popular or doing the numbers right now. Someday it might be. Until then, be the change you want to see in the world.
The fic that I’ve written which I love the very most and have worked on the most and the longest is also the most obscure and niche one of them all — and yet, it did gain something of an audience of its own. It is beloved by more people than I ever anticipated it would be, because I didn’t give up on it — because I made it happen and dedicated myself to continuing that, and it can only grow more popular the longer that I do.
You can make your dreams come true, one step at a time. So don’t give up.
4. Write things based on what you love, not what you hate. Obviously, this is advice that requires nuance and extra consideration based on the individual situation, but as a general rule, I feel that this is a very overlooked and yet very valuable piece of advice for all sides of a given matter.
I’m not saying that is always wrong or even completely impossible to write about something you wholly and purely hate, and still have it come out a good and positive thing to put out into the world, but the trouble with writing about something you completely despise — or for which you even just plain feel nothing but a general dislike — is that it is very, very hard to remain unbiased in doing so, and therefore highly increases the chance that you will create an extremely negative misrepresentation of that thing in some way.
If you absolutely must write about something you hate, I strongly advise that you at least tag it as a hate fic and/or (preferably and) put a disclaimer before the fic stating outright that it is such, that you hate or dislike it, and that as a result you may not be capable of accurately representing that thing in every way.
As someone who has accidentally read fics of this nature before about something that I hold very dear, I can tell you firsthand that it is not the least bit enjoyable to go into the tags of your favorite ship or character and stumble upon an untagged, self-congratulating hate fic that pats itself on the back for how ‘accurate’ it is, with no regard or warning for people who actually love or at least enjoy the character or ship.
I, for example, never wrote a fic centered purely around Paul Verlaine and his character pre-Storm Bringer because, at the time, he was the character I just loved to hate; I had nothing good to say about him as an individual, and writing a fic about only him purely for the sake of shitting on him would have been an extremely terrible use of my time and energy, and of the time of people going into the tag for his character looking for nice, or at least accurate, representations of him. Now that I have a better understanding of him and can appreciate all aspects of him — not just the negative — I am happy to write about him, but, I would never write a fic just about Fukuchi in the present moment, because in that same vain as before, I have nothing positive or interesting or wholly true to contribute about him in his tag (not to mention I’m not really particularly interested in him to begin with).
All in all, while I’m not saying you can’t or shouldn’t do it if you’re willing to give the proper tags and disclaimers, I promise it’s really just not worth your time or energy, when you could be spending it instead on something you love.
And if you do write a hate fic and you don’t tag or at least give it a disclaimer, well, make sure that you at least state outright you don’t want constructive criticism, or else you shouldn’t be surprised if you end up with people who frequent those tags telling you that you’re not writing the character or ship accurately, because it will probably happen sooner or later.
5. Somewhat related to the end paragraphs of advices 1 and 4, don’t ask for constructive criticism if you don’t want it, and make it clear if you absolutely don’t. While most people — especially on AO3 — will not just submit criticism, constructive or otherwise, on a fic unless you make it absolutely clear that you actively want it, if you truly want to avoid having criticism submitted to your fic for any reason, it is best to state that you would prefer positive comments only (especially if your writing community is one that does leave criticism a lot), as it will save you a lot of trouble.
Likewise, if you do want more than the usual amount of criticism, you should feel free to ask for it, but please make sure that this is truly what you want, or else you may not like what you receive.
I have encountered fic writers in the past who request, “please tell me what you honestly thought of the fic!”, only to then later delete any and all constructive criticism that their readers take the time to leave them. Please do not do this; it is a waste of time and energy not just for you, but for your commenters, as well. If you don’t want something, don’t communicate to others that you do.
6. Be as passionate as you want; don’t worry about being ‘normal’ about your interests. I know this is technically related to the third bit of advice, but seriously, what is normal is completely subjective to the individual and it is also completely overrated. Don’t sit stressing about if you act ‘normal’ or like something ‘a normal amount’; go crazy with it! Be over-ambitious about your creations and your interests! Make as much content as you want for it, spread it across all mediums if you desire! Make a music playlist that ties into it! Make a blog centered all around it! Post regular updates and exclusive content like it’s famous! I did all of this and more for one of my fics, and I’ve had the time of my life with it.
Embrace your inner overenthusiastic eccentric and have fun. That’s what hobbies and fandom are all about.
7. Be kind and supportive to yourself and others wherever you can, and mind your own business when you can’t. It’s unfortunate, but many times in life, when we get caught up in the rush of things and the height of excitement or negative emotions, we can forget to show kindness, love, and understanding to ourselves and to others. It’s important to remember to take a deep breath now and again, and consider those needs and feelings that we would otherwise ignore.
The schedules we sometimes create for ourselves are amazing, and they can help us keep on track, but they aren’t the end-all, be-all to writing and being a writer; don’t obsess over them and let them run your life or expect other writers to uphold them all of the time, either. Taking breaks for your mental, emotional, and physical health is so, so important and so necessary, and it’s something we all should be able to do judgement-free from time to time when we need it.
And furthermore, remember that just as you have your own interests, so do your other fellow writers in the world; sometimes they may move on and change fandoms, or have fictional interests that you don’t like or agree with. It’s important in those times to realize that that is okay, and that they are valid. It’s important to be able to say to yourself, “it’s not my business”, respect their right to do what they love, and move on to something that is your business and that you do love, yourself. Don’t harass or insult other writers in the heat of the moment over something that isn’t your business or they didn’t ask you to negatively comment on, and if somehow you do, make sure you apologize and learn from that mistake going forward.
Fandom is a big place, and there’s room in it for us all to co-exist and thrive.
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Sex On the Floor
Why am I so obsessed?
Is this all I could get?
I deserve more
Why do I always feel like this isn’t it?
Still living life like a teenager
Until I’m reminded that time moves forward
Because
Every time I have sex on the floor
Just a few hours later I’m so damn sore
Was time wasted?
I sure feel like it
But I don’t wanna go backwards
I only want to keep moving forwards
He says “baby, just forget about it”
“No,” I say, “I always want it, in the moment”
Winter fuels my soul
I love you, come with me
Let’s write a fanfic of Frozen
In the snow
And let’s continue to tease what they don’t know
Why are they so obsessed?
Come on, let’s get dressed
Was it good? Hold on, wait, don’t open your mouth
I don’t wanna know
Sometimes your words so foul
But your curses always drive me wild
A “fuck” under your breath
For this fuck in the bed
Hold on, wait, don’t finish yet
No one thought I’d have things to say like this
Come on baby, let’s take it public
Why are you so obsessed?
Yeah, I didn’t know either,
That we’d be so good under the covers
And even on the surface
We’re too professional
To not get called a power couple
And one day, our kids hair, I’ll watch you ruffle
And I’ll fall apart all over again
I swear this honeymoon phase, it never ends
It just keeps happening again, and again, and again
These butterflies won’t ever leave my stomach
Everyone looks at us, thinks we live life like a comic
What they don’t know, is we live life like a comic
But not the kind with superheroes
More like, life’s a joke
How did we make it this far
Why are my muscles always so sore
Damn, probably from all the sex on the floor
I’m not so young anymore
And yet
Everyone’s still so obsessed
I don’t know why you’re all so possessed
Is life a joke, or a quest
Stop thinking about it in fantasy
I’m not your fanfic, I’m a real person
Fuck, is this reality
Is it real, if it’s also a delusion
Come on, you know he and I are a fusion
Is that a strange thing to say
I’m always in pain
Fuck all my bones
And bless all of his
Or maybe just the one
Hold on, wait
Don’t finish yet, I’m not done
Let’s come together
No matter how much it makes me hurt
I want more, and more
Always and forever
Gotta love that sex on the floor
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