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number1yisuchongfan · 2 years

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@theluckoftheclaws

(Okay so I’ll start with RippleShock because it’s the least complicated and mostly stays to game lore.)

So RippleShock is basically where Suchong never died and actually left with Tenenbaum after she sent that letter to him (the only part of BaS I personally like and that I see as canon). When the war broke out and everything, they basically went did what Tenenbaum did alone in the 2 og games and Minvera’s Den

Suchong’s much more quiet and closed off and way he treats Jack, at first, when they meet him in the Medical Pavilion, with a lot of hostility and anger, even after he frees the Little Sister. But by the time Jack has learned about himself and his creation and Suchong and Tenenbaum’s role in such, he opens up about his regret, sadness, and guilt for Jack’s creation. He even talks about his past life in Rapture’s spotlight and why he left everyone he cared about when Jack get to his old free clinic

He makes kind of cruel and dark jokes when Jack looks through his and Tenenbaum’s apartments, the free clinic and Point Prometheus. Tenenbaum shushes him for his dark humor during these moments lol

After they leave Rapture, Suchong ends up in San Francisco and lives there quite peacefully though he still has to deal with the guilt, even when Jack had forgiven him. Tenenbaums comes to him, tells him about the missing girls and at first he panics then he clams himself for when Tenenbaum asks him to join her once more in Rapture, agreeing to go with her even though they are both old now

BioShock 2 is mostly the same but Tenenbaum and Suchong are both there and Suchong isn’t as hostile as he was with Jack, he has constant fear of getting killed by Delta in the short time they meet up. He also expresses guilt for his distinctness from Alexander when he first meets Delta as well, though it’s just a brief mention.

Minvera’s Den is quite different, being that Suchong understands Porter’s emotional state much better and uses the fact his father was killed during the War to connect Porter losing Pearl during the War. He also expresses a sort of kinship with Wahl’s current state of being in the DLC

RippleShock Yi Suchong is man who has dealt with so much and is just now a tired, sad, lonely and old man who believes he can’t do enough good to wash the blood from his hands..

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courfee · 3 months

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people’s takes on fic stuff fucking baffles me. i see people going on and on about word counts and complaining when updates “take too long” or refusing to read wips entirely bc they’re too impatient and i just… i cannot understand this shit.

i know that the majority of these people have had to write something for a class in school at some point. it took you weeks to write a five paragraph essay for a grade. most of the time, that’s less than 1k words.

there’s nanowrimo, where the usual goal is to write 50k words in one month. which is understood by participants as an incredibly challenging goal. it’s hard. most people who start don’t complete it in time. it takes a lot of dedicated time. it’s exhausting. and there are so many fics out there that are significantly longer than this - and you can read them for fucking free!!!

it breaks my brain how people don’t seem to understand how much effort and time it actually takes to write something.

it’s even wilder to me that people will just skip over fics entirely based off of how many hits or kudos they have. why even bother searching by ship or tags or what have you if you’re just going to discount 90%+ of your search based off of how many people read it before you. the more common place that becomes, the less amazing fics will end up getting read in the first place. it takes hits to make hits.

all of this is just so wild to me i cannot wrap my brain around it. and i hate going into fic writing for this fandom knowing damn well that i’m in a fandom where people who might genuinely enjoy something i spent hours of my time on will never even consider glancing at it because i’m not “popular” enough. i don’t publish fics for clout and approval, but there’s a reason why i share them in the first place. i’ve written plenty of fics just for myself, or for a few friends to read. but if i take the time to publish and post something, it’s because i want to share it! i put it out there hoping that other people might enjoy it like i do. because sharing that feels good. and it sucks to think that there are people who might have shared in that enjoyment with me, who will never see it because we’ve started putting this weird standard on shit.

i don’t know about other writers, but that’s exactly what i’m talking about when i say that fandom dynamics as of late are sucking the joy out of creating. i write because it brings me joy. i publish/post/share because seeing something i wrote bring someone else joy, brings me even more joy. and watching this whole shitstorm of people being shit to fic writers or completely discounting most fics for one reason or other, just cuts that down so much for me.

idk i have a lot of thoughts and feeling about this but at the end of the day it frustrating and, at times, a bit heartbreaking.

honestly you said it all. all of this.

one thing i wanna add is in regards to nanowrimo: 50k words in a month (1667 words a day btw) is incredibly hard and a lot of people don't manage it, but a common factor i've witnessed between those that have done it is that they went into it having fully planned out their stories. because writing isn't only putting down words on paper, you have to figure out what to write, if you want a great plot you usually have to plan for that, and even once you've written it all you still have to go over everything and edit it. there is even more time and effort that goes into writing that people don't see and just take for granted. it's absolutely a labor of love, and the labor part is strongly emphasised here, and still we offer it for free only for people to be bitchy about it

i just hope you keep the joy of it all, because the entire point of fandom should be that it's done for fun and with the purpose of bringing you fun...

sending you all the love there, at least we are enough people in this fandom who write and draw and cosplay and make edits and all the other things there are for creation that we can support each other through it all

#asks #gotta be honest i didnt even know you could send asks this long i thought there was a character limit of like tweet length...#giving you a hug rn #keep on writing #itll get better again eventually #it has to cause the only other alternative is that the fandom disappears completely

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shadow-pixelle · 1 year

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Today I made a terrible mistake. This mistake was starting my Literature essay.

It's due in three weeks. It's 3000 words. Ok, not bad, I can do 1k a week and have it done for the deadline.

I had a word breakdown, telling me exactly how many words I needed per text to hit the minimum so that I could be comfortable getting it done. My word breakdown was putting it at about 1250 words per text, giving me 2500 total after the texts, and then needing only about a hundred for the introduction and conclusion to hit the minimum (10% leeway, so 2700).

Then my introduction was a bit over 200 words.

Ok, no problem, I think to myself. Means I either have less to do, or I'll be more comfortably in the limits in case I need to take things out. This is a good thing. So I move on to my first text, of which I'm talking about two characters; Carmilla, with my focus being on Laura and Carmilla. I'm expecting to spend most of it on Carmilla but start with Laura anyway.

I end the Laura segment at 1263 words.

And then wrote another 400 on Carmilla.

So my essay is now at around 1800 out of the required 3000, I've still got three characters of my second text to do (which is Dracula, for which I'm doing Lucy Mina and the three vampires in the castle), and then my conclusion, all in about 1000 words.

And then it gets worse, because I don't know whether I'm supposed to count quotes or not. Or footnotes. Because I think the teacher said footnotes count, but I don't remember, and since it's the holidays I'm not going to get an answer from the teachers any time soon. But if I do count both quotes and footnotes I'm at 1968 words, which means I've got the Dracula bits, the footnotes from those bits, and my conclusion in 1300 words (because my absolute maximum allowed wordcount is 10% above the 3000, so 3300) before I need to start actually cutting things out.

Not bad for about five hours of work, though.

#my life be like #uni stuff #oh god the coursework #long post beware #English Literature #this is my life now #i always forget how much fun writing an essay is when you're actually enjoying the topic #and retroactively applying a feminist perspective to characters that were written before feminism was a codified thing is really fun #like this shit is my jam!#(at least until i need to start arguing with other people in the essay)#(that bit sucks)#(like let me just rant about these people and how they fit into these interesting molds)#(that stuff is fun!)#(just don't make me talk about scholars and critics and stuff)#Dracula #Carmilla #also on the plus side my current minimum aka minus both quotes and footnotes puts me with 1000 left until i hit the minimum #so that one's a little less awful in that regard

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lucifers-horror-harem · 3 years

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Kinktober Day 28: Quickie with Freddy Krueger

So this one MIIIIGHT have gotten out of hand. Out of hand as in the max words I’ve written for kinktober is around 1k and this one is 2.3k. OOP well I think this one is super hot PLUS i added some other kinks so it’s EXTRA spicy hehehe this one will probably be the longest one besides the prompt for 31 so I hope y’all enjoy <3

Freddy Krueger x AFAB Reader

Extra Warnings: Public sex, dirty talk, orgasm denial, Freddy being a BASTARD MAN

Finals week was fast approaching, and it was even more of a nightmare than the literal demon that was haunting your dreams. Well, he would be if you were actually getting any sleep. From your long nights writing papers and caffeine hindered power naps, you hardly got enough sleep to even see Freddy. But instead of sleeping in, you went to class for fear you would miss something from the lecture.

So there you were, dragging your feet as you hopped up the stairs of the campus building, coffee clutched tightly in your hand as you held the strap of your backpack with the other. If you could make it just through this class, you wouldn’t have another one until after lunch so you might be able to sneak in a nap after that.

You weaved in and out of the students milling around in the halls and made a beeline for the lecture room. It was a simple Intro to Theater class, just something that would bump you up to a full time student while fulfilling your performance requirement. All it took was reading the textbook, reading whatever play she had assigned you to read, and you could sit back and parse out exactly which information the professor was going to put on the test and what she expected your essays to include.

Flopping down in your usual seat in the middle of the lecture hall, an aisle seat, you groaned softly and rubbed the sleep out of your eyes. One hour was all you had to sit through. You could do it. Flipping the desk up, you set your coffee down and fished through your backpack for your notebook and the playbook for Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf?, setting it next to your coffee.

That coffee would be gone before the professor even started talking. As she droned on about the background of the play itself, you found yourself leaning forward in your seat, hand cupping your chin as you doodled in your notebook to keep yourself occupied. But all that did was lull you into the gentle sound of pen scratching on paper, the students around you scratching and tapping away at their own notes.

With a sharp inhale, you blinked and shook your head. No, you were so close. One more class and that was it. You had powered through way worse before.

"Hey teach," a sudden, hoarse voice beside you called out over the room, "I don’t care who wrote the goddamn thing, explain why there's no Virginia Woolf in the fucking book if she’s in the title, huh?"

Your head snapped to your left, and the horror which chilled your veins. There sat Freddy Krueger, sitting in the chair beside you with his desk in the upright position, waving the thin book casually in his free hand. He grinned at you, the derision in his expression painfully clear. Seeing him here, sitting in this vast lecture hall surrounded by normal students that were all focused on their work and listening to the professor instead of addressing the literal burn ward victim in the dingy red and green sweater who was jeering at the professor.

You shook your head harshly, trying to make him disappear and wake up again. But he was still there, still as smug as ever.

"Freddy," you began calmly, hoping to simply placate him before things got any more sticky. "Please, not here. Just let me get through this class and I swear I'll nap in the backseat of my car-"

Freddy tutted, interrupting you. His gloved hand over where his heart would be if it wasn't black and decayed, he gasped in fake shock. "Are you saying you haven't missed me? Because I've sure missed you." Freddy's grin slowly dropped as he continued. "And I think as much of a cute little bookworm you are, making sure the man of your dreams is satisfied tops your fucking list of priorities above all else." With a flick of his wrist, he flung the book, spinning out of his hand like a Frisbee towards the front of the room, smacking a guy in the back of the head who didn't even flinch at this assault. "Ten points," Freddy hissed with a cheeky grin.

"First of all, you're not my man," you whispered, afraid that somehow the words would leak out of your mouth in the waking world. From the look of annoyance on his face, you knew you already fucked up but you kept going anyways. "Second of all, we can do this later. That way you can have me for longer, okay?"

Freddy suddenly lurched forward, his bladed hand pointing underneath your chin and making you raise your head up so he didn't skewer you. His free hand slithered over to your thigh, squeezing you through the sweatpants you decided to wear today because you were too exhausted to get any more dressed up.

"I don't think you remember who owns you, Princess." The blunt statement made your stomach twist in the way only he could. "Perhaps since nothing is getting taught here anyways, I should take the time to re-educate you."

His hand crept higher up your thigh, and you were letting him. You were capable of fighting him off more, you had done it before. But something about the hungry look in his eyes as his blade tapped your chin, the way his fingers danced along the inside of your thigh and your hips canted towards him involuntarily, you simply couldn't ignore the way he made you feel. He was your dirty little secret, and he was going to take back what was his.

And then with the blink of an eye he suddenly disappeared. You sat up slightly in your chair, trying your best to not frantically look for where he went. Was this part of the dream? Or were you really drifting in and out of sleep as the professor continued along with her lecture? You noticed how tightly your thighs pressed together, the familiar rush of arousal dampening your panties as your face heated up. God if anyone knew what you were thinking right now-

You were yanked out of your thoughts just as violently as you were pulled towards the floor, the shock barely giving you the chance to cry out. Freddy swiftly had your body pinned beneath him, his gloved hand holding your ankles up and together on his shoulder as he yanked your pants up around your knees so you couldn't squirm. How considerate that he at least didn't shred your pants in the middle of a nap during class.

"My my, what do we have here?" Your body jolted as Freddy's fingers brushed over your soaked panties, your hands flying to your mouth to hold back whimpers. He snickered as he rubbed his fingers together in front of his face, your slick evident even just from what had soaked through. "Seems like your pretty little cunt remembers me, but there's always room to learn new things."

With a harsh pulling on your panties to the side to fully expose your lips to him, Freddy pushed himself roughly into you. Gasping, you slapped one of your hands down on the filthy carpet beneath you that desperately needed a once through from the custodial staff. But you didn't care, even as his condescending smirk widened when he took you in, you were enjoying the thrill of the situation far too much. His animalistic growls sent chills through you as he took and used you completely and utterly in public no less. Or as public as dreaming in class could be. The students around you simply kept looking forward, engrossed in the professor's droning voice. Not once did they look over and notice the dream demon that pounded you viciously into the floor.

Then, nothing. You blinked again, back in your seat. It took everything in your power to not let out an audible whine. You were gushing at this point, and you hoped to god you could maybe tie your hoodie around your waist and maybe make it out of here without a very noticeable wet spot on your pants.

Then, on the floor again. You gasped as Freddy switched the angle on you, pressing you on your hands and knees in front of him. Using the floor to muffle your whines, you let him push you face first into the floor, the audible sound of your arousal ringing in your ears. He filled you up completely, your walls fluttering around his length. He cackled darkly under his breath as he thrust again, only this time as he did he dipped his body over yours and whispered in your ear, "Something tells you you really needed this, didn’t you, Princess?" When you refused to answer, he laughed. "What's wrong? Are you afraid to speak up? Don't want everyone to know how much of a little slut you are?"

When your only answer was to press your lips into a thin line, he simply smiled. "No matter. You'll be singing by the time I'm done with you."

You weren't sure how long you were stuck in this limbo, but it felt like being dragged underwater only to be pulled up for a quick breath before being shoved back down again. One moment you were awake, your thighs trembling, the next moment Freddy had you in another position. He didn't even seem angry at the constant interruptions. It was like a challenge for him to find a new way to overwhelm your senses when you dipped into his realm again. The vertigo you began to feel was nauseating from the constant switch of the hard floor and your comfy chair. All you felt was him, and you clutched him desperately when he wasn't holding your wrists down as he rut into you. You were constantly being brought to the brink of your release only to be ripped back when you woke up.

Your fingers clutched into his sweater, face buried in the crook of his neck. He knew you were close from the way you clenched around him, and the way you clung to him was proof of that. You were right where he wanted you, and he ran his fingers through your hair sweetly before wrapping them around your curls and wrenching your head back to expose your neck to him. With a low rumble of his voice, the fake saccharine tenor more than noticeable as he cooed, "You're right there, aren't you Princess?" He watched your bottom lip tremble for a moment. "I can't help you if you don't tell me what you need."

You couldn't take it anymore. "Please Freddy," you softly gasped as you watched his expression for any signs of mercy. He didn't respond for a moment, as if this was a really hard choice for him. Other voices nagged at the back of your mind, but you ignored them. "Freddy don't stop, please!"

But he did. And when he did, a slow, cruel smile pulled up his lips. Another voice again. You were about to beg Freddy again, but he simply ignored you, and instead hissed through his yellowed teeth, "If you wanted to come then you shouldn't have been a little brat and kept me waiting so goddamn long for you."

"Y/N!"

You blinked, and you were back again. Your heart thudded in your chest as you tried to get your bearings and figure out what was going on. With horror, you heard the professor call you again, the seating chart clutched in her grip. Seriously, what kind of bullshit was a seating chart in a level 100 intro course in a lecture hall?

"Since you seem to be rather eager to mumble in my class, perhaps you can speak up and explain to us the meaning of the title?" She smirked. "If you've been paying attention to your readings, of course." Bitch.

With a deep breath, desperately trying to ignore the faces that were on you, some merely curious at this new turn in the lecture and others snickering openly as they watched you, you began, "Well, even though Albee never explicitly stated it in the play, you're meant to understand that he is trying to make a parallel between Virginia Woolf and her work as an author where she focused on revealing the emotional truths of the characters in her stories." You paused, watching as the professor's face fell. Sitting up in your chair, chin high, you continued, "Furthermore, this altered version of "Who's Afraid of the Big Bad Wolf" is then meant to translate to something like "Who is Afraid of Their Inner Truths to be Revealed?" And considering the fact that both couples from the play are painting this false facade of a proper, public image, in reality their lives are in shambles and they're terrified of it being revealed to the rest of the world."

This time the amused laughter was in your favor, low mumbling rising through the hall until the professor cleared her throat. "Yes, exactly right." You could still see the sour look on her face from here, but you dodged the bullet for now. Inside, you stewed over the fact that you had prided yourself in doing efficient work and staying under the radar in class to prevent being perceived as a know-it-all. Well, you just answered a question when you were in the middle of getting railed in your dreams, so you did better than expected.

Speaking of the devil, a familiar set of arms wrapped around your chest from behind, Freddy's hot breath tickling your ear as he chuckled. "Good girl," he praised, causing you to suddenly become aware of the state of your panties again. "There's nothing hotter than a smart chick." You scowled as he leaned forward and fully extended his tongue, licking up your cheek as you tried to shake him off.

With that he was gone, leaving you to be a very horny know-it-all in relative peace.

#freddy krueger x reader #freddy krueger #slasher x reader #a nightmare on elm street

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obstinaterixatrix · 2 years

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2021 fic retrospective

yeah I'll reveal the paper mask. if you reference the relevant fics in any way other than a 500 word essay about how great they are I'll block you. 11 fics, technically... 53k? ish? but about half of that was through cowriting (lol)

2/6

“I can’t stay” and other lies to tell, ORV, 2.5k

Han Sooyoung adjusts to post-epilogue life.

this one gave me such a huge headache... but I really like it! fulfilled my goal of having ysa punch out hsy (romantically) which is the only thing that matters. I love writing hsy and ysa but they're both smart and well-read in exactly the way I'm not so It's A Struggle. I have to put so so much effort into having like... one of those hollywood western sets. flat storefronts propped up to mimic the impression of a whole-ass town. that's me trying to write these gals.

2/21

a home to keep (out of reach), Kamen Rider W, 1k

While on the run from the museum, Wakana runs into Akiko.

oh the femslash life of writing an obscure ship from obscure(-ish) source material that aired over ten years ago. this has less than 20 kudos and I'm surprised I even hit that high. if I remember right I was in a mood of 'I need to write more gals and don't have specific ideas, someone give me some' and thankfully my friends obliged. Love You Buds!

2/27

being known, being loved, and other disasters you’ll never recover from, ORV, 2.5k

“Use your words” was supposed to be a thoughtless taunt; Kim Dokja wasn’t expecting to get a monologue.

this one's great. 10/10. utter genius. well actually I wish someone else wrote it and could dig into all of the complex ideas I couldn't quite grasp and it's terrible and I hate it. so it goes with this kinda thing. regardless, it 100% would not have been as good as it was (or wasn't?) if racher didn't let me call her at my 2am and talk with me for like two hours as I wailed and wept through the 4th scene. thanks racher <3

3/18

two sides, same coin, SVS3, 2k

With this, Mobei Jun can finally rest reassured that their relationship is plagued by no lingering ambiguity.

At all.

None whatsoever.

technically I wrote this fic last year and thought it was finished, but was struck by a brief bout of inspiration (and/or madness)

5/12

going nowhere // gone nowhere, Infinity Train, 23k

Two versions of a reunion without the train.

Side A: Ryan gets a call from the Parks and rushes back to Min-Gi.

Side B: Min-Gi doesn't get a call from Ryan but rushes to him anyway.

lmaaaoooooo I love cowriting fic. I have nothing but fondness for this one. if this fic were a living creature I would dote endlessly upon it. what started as a direct and targeted attack against lex got turned around on me and suddenly We Were Both In It... Together. 10/10, fantastic cowriting experience, lex expanded on a lot that I would've glossed over and really nailed a lot of solid vibes. I had a lot of fun breaking ryan's leg. speaking of, also big thanks to kly for the med reference (lol)

6/6

actually, that was a load-bearing wall, Persona 5, 2.3k

Makoto: Ryuji, how did you get injured? Is there anything we can do? Yusuke: He did not. Makoto: …Wait, why is Yusuke with you at the hospital?

sundry wrote all this, I just edited & spruced it up by making the texting segment look ✨phenomenal✨ (and after it was a prompt for me to write too, lol).

7/28

dreams not to keep, Infinity Train, 2.5k

Min-Gi has a weird stress dream about working at Dumpty's, one that is definitely meaningless and has nothing to do with complicated feelings that don't exist.

If I'm being transparent I had this vaguely drafted without any real intention of finishing it, then saw a dead dove fic in the tag that I found personally rancid, so I finished it out of spite just to bump it down. anyway I love dream sequences and psychological torment. this is a concept that was inspired by air and that I also drew to specifically antagonize lex (lol)

9/20

a door closed to light, Deltarune, 1k

There’s no good reason for Susie, of all people, to be barging into Noelle’s room. And it makes no sense why she’s the one who ends up doing it; Kris is the childhood friend—which makes them the obvious choice for a stupidly sappy rescue—and Ralsei’s like… basically one of those baby blankets, the kind with a dumb fluffy stuffed animal attached. So shouldn’t he jump at the chance to make friends or be a goody-goody or whatever?

I was actually visiting a friend when deltarune chapter 2 dropped and carved out time to finish it. I always knew noelle and susie would have more Solid Vibes when the game progressed, and I was right! the vibes are solid! thank you toby fox for being the number one lesbian ally that exists. but also since I was rushing so much I ended up missing a great opportunity for a joke and had to rush to change the ending (rip).

10/8

the unnamed ember that burns in your chest, SVS3, 1.5k

Mobei Jun takes a nap on Shang Qinghua’s bed and pines to a truly intolerable degree.

do you understand how agonizing it was for me to have a paper mask account that I wouldn't let myself reference at all AND YET I kept coming up with titles that absolutely slapped. are you kidding me. this was so goddamn romantic. fuck.

10/22

the rays of the protagonist’s golden halo don’t shine on us lowly side characters, so how about easing up on the collateral damage (you bastard), SVS3, 2k

Shang Qinghua and Shen Qingqiu have a fight after Mobei Jun gets injured while helping the protagonist (who, let’s be honest, would’ve been fine no matter what).

DO YOU UNDERSTAND. HOW AGONIZING IT WAS. FOR ME TO HAVE A PAPER MASK ACCOUNT I WOULDN'T LET MYSELF REFERENCE AT ALL. AND YET. I KEPT COMING UP WITH TITLES THAT ABSOLUTELY SLAPPED. I'm absolutely entranced by my own unrecognized genius. anyway this was fun I love writing petty squabbles and asshole friendships lol

12/30

as it turns out, dying isn’t the romantic gesture you might think it is, SVS3, 15k

Shang Qinghua wasn’t a protagonist. He was barely even a side character. The sum total of his dialogue never surpassed ten lines, which puts him just above cannon fodder. His death, sudden but not unexpected, was less than a paragraph in the epic of Luo Binghe:

The conspicuous absence of the man who could be considered Mobei Jun’s shadow was then explained to Luo Binghe. Just days ago, Shang Qinghua—whether by accident or a final act of loyalty—took a fatal blow meant for Mobei Jun. Scarcely did he have the time to draw a single breath before succumbing to poison potent enough to fell a great demon on the verge of becoming king.

In his previous life as a reader, Mobei Jun didn’t have any reason to pay him much attention.

Things are different now.

BLAH BLAH BLAH TITLES THAT ABSOLUTELY FUCKING SLAPPED YOU KNOW THE DRILL anyway this is literally the longest solo project I've written in years, usually you can't get me over 5k without my corpse being dragged by someone else. I'm a 2k oneshot kinda gal! I hate writing longform! it's so much work! so much effort! and yet! this fic drove me absolutely fucking bonkers and would not let me rest until it was exorcised. it has the most vibes per vibe out of all my fics. it's my magnum opus. and it's quarantined to paper mask account because if I ever acknowledge it, it becomes agonizingly obvious that nfsftlots was me going like 'haha so this is what I think a mo/shang roleswap would be. wait a second I could make them lesbians. wait a second I could make them lesbian ocs. wait a second I've written a novella.' anyway the last chapter of this fic was what I consider 8k of absolute madness. I'm spilling my guts here. I am relentlessly shaking your shoulder. can you even begin to understand what this story has done to me. I am narcissus at the pond absolutely enthralled by myself. this is the exact type of confession I love to read. you can make some pretty obvious parallels to how I'm acting now and a certain character in the fic and you'd be right to but you cannot mention this to my face.

#writing ramble #fic retrospective

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unadulteratedbeardpeanut · 3 years

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Bucky Drabble #3

Bucky x Pregnant!Reader (female)

A/N: Still haven’t got any further on my Uni essay, but I wrote this! This drabble came to me in the early hours of the morning and I ran with it. I honestly think this is the most I’ve written creatively at one sitting in my entire life (go me).

Warnings: Angst, Bucky is the Winter Soldier, so anything associated with that, but not super descriptive, sorta fluff? All the things associated with my writing, so poor writing, mediocre grammar, not beta read, not edited (I might fix that in future idk), Author herself is worth warning you about.

Word Count: 1394 (wow I surpassed 500 words; I even broke 1K!)

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It was still dark outside when you opened your eyes, the moonlight sneaking through the gap in the curtains. The urge to go to the bathroom to relieve your bladder was the catalyst for waking you from your slumber. Your left-hand slides across the sheets, reaching out for your husband in comfort, only to meet his empty and cold side of the bed.

‘Where is he?’ you thought. He wasn’t on a mission; he would have told you if he was leaving for one.

You push yourself up by your arms and shuffle towards the edge of the bed, feet meeting the cold floor before gliding into your fluffy slippers. You walk towards the ensuite bathroom to relieve your bladder, rubbing your bump along the way.

‘you sure like to play with mummy’s bladder little one. Let’s go find where your daddy has wandered off to once we’re done, hmm?’.

You were finished in the bathroom quickly, keen to find out where your husband had gone. You first checked his study that was a few doors down from your shared bedroom. Bucky hated doing paperwork and often shoved it to the back burner until he was forced to do it- so it was possible he had some that needed completed by the morning. That idea was soon shot down when you entered his study for it only to be just as empty as the rest of the upper floor of your house. Breathing a sigh through your nose as you turn around and make for the ground floor, opting to check the living room to see if he is watching TV- again not an unusual thing for Bucky to do during the middle of the night when sleep evades him. Unfortunately, he was not to be found in the lounge either, the couch not even having any signs of being disturbed.

There was only one other place in the house that he could be and that was the kitchen, ‘maybe he was peckish and decided to make himself as sandwich… and decided to stay there…’. Yeah, you weren’t even convincing yourself with that one.

The kitchen was just as dark as the rest of the house when you entered, no signs of life to be found. Now that you were here you were just as well to make yourself something though, maybe said sandwich that Bucky ended up not making for himself. You flicked the light switch, the sudden brightness blinding you momentarily and causing you to close your eyes on reflex. Only when you open them you are met with the beautiful blue eyes of your husband, your Bucky. Except he is looking at you with a blank expression. No recognition passed through is blue orbs as he looks at you.

‘’Bu-Bucky? What are you doing down here? Why were you sitting here in the dark?’’

He makes no to move to answer your question; just continues to stare at you with his empty eyes. You walk closer to him, slowly and in trepidation.

‘’Bucky? Sweetheart, are you alright?’’

‘Again nothing. It’s as if the lights are on but no one is home. It as if- oh. Oh no. Oh no no no, not this.’

You stop dead in your tracks, an arms width away from your husband- the love of your life, the father of your unborn child. You close your eyes and take a deep breath in through your nose and out through your mouth, hands covering your bump both protectively and for comfort. You open your eyes again, feeling somewhat calm but equally dreading the next words to leave your mouth.

‘’Soldat?’’

His reply is instant. ‘’Ready to comply.’’

A quiet sob leaves your mouth at his words, grief overwhelming you. It felt as if your heart was following the same fate as the Titanic- sinking into a deep abyss of darkness; never to see the light of day again.

You are lost for a few minutes in your grief, leaving yourself completely defenceless in his presence. However, the Winter Soldier makes no move. He just continues to sit there. Waiting. Waiting for his orders; for his next mission.

Determination soon fills you, coupled with your unwavering love and desperation to get your Bucky back.

‘’Soldat, your orders are to go into the living room and sit on the sofa- the big one in the middle of the room- oh and please turn on the lamp just next to it too? I will join you shortly and give you your next orders.’’ Each word feels like acid as they leave your mouth, praying for Bucky’s forgiveness for doing this to him. The Soldier simply nods and- as silent as a panther stalking its prey- leaves the room, following his orders. You breathe a sigh of relief, rubbing your bump absentmindedly. You move forward to the counter and pull out all the necessary ingredients to make two sandwiches -Bucky’s favourite- and turn the kettle on. Hot chocolate and a sandwich, comforting food to try and help him remember himself. You would have liked to make proper hot chocolate- with warm milk rather than water- but you already have a long night ahead of you.

Putting everything on a tray (a baking tray that you have repurposed for the moment) once made, you turn and leave the kitchen, noticing the dim light leaving the living room as you walk.

He is sitting stiffly on the couch when you enter the room, his face and eyes staring directly forward and awaiting your next instructions.

Walking further into the room, you gently place the tray of goodies onto the coffee table before walking away towards the welsh dresser at the back of the room. You pull out a series of large folders and some journals, piling them on top of one another in your arms before shuffling your feet across the floor- struggling to keep a grasp of the deceivingly heavy pile. You place them onto the coffee table with much less grace than you did the tray, but the Soldier didn’t so much as spare you a glance during your fumbled movements.

‘Direct eye-contact and showing curiosity or interest in anything that wasn’t his orders got him in trouble before’. You remembered his words sadly. He didn’t like sharing what he had gone through with Hydra to anybody, but least of all you. He didn’t want to taint you with those ugly stories, instead sharing hundreds of others of him and Steve from when they were growing up and from his time as an Avenger- before he met you anyway. Stories that are now the key to bringing him back to you.

‘’Soldat, eat with me. And drink if you’re thirsty too.’’ You say gently, hoping that he will accept your orders despite holding no authority in your voice. He glances at you briefly before locking his eyes to the food on the tray, the movement so quick that you almost didn’t see it. He seems to look at the food warily, as if trying to figure out if it was poisonous. You lean forward and take one of the sandwiches, biting into it quickly in an attempt to show that it was safe to eat. He mimics your actions shortly after, not wanting to face his handler’s wrath for not complying with their strange orders.

A minute passes in silence between the two of you, as you try to figure out if this will work and how you’re going to bring him back if it doesn’t.

‘’Soldat, I’d like you to review some files with me. Please?’’

He seems to relax somewhat, your order being one that is more reminiscent of his past handler’s. You open the first folder, a vast array of black and white photos of a dark-haired boy with light eyes- the exact colour lost by the monochrome image.

‘’Soldat, this is a collection of photos. It is of the Barnes Family, specifically of James Buchanan Barnes.’’

The Soldier peruses the photos with confusion, his brow furrowed. This continues for hours, the night lost to photo albums and leatherbound journals, all detailing the long life of James Buchanan ‘Bucky’ Barnes. At the break of dawn, you hear the words the liberate you heart, cleansing all grief and cutting away the weights that held it down.

‘’Thank you for bringing me home, Doll.’’

#james buchanan barnes #Bucky Barnes #bucky x reader #bucky x you #winter soldier #winter soldier x reader #bucky x pregnant!reader

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cloudiness · 3 years

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Srry if this is random but i just finished lv s2 and i don't have friends who watch it. anyway you are so right abt your post!! I mean after the whole close your eyes thing, 2 episodes of Rahim x Victor was not enough to convince me that he chose him. also he needs to stop jumping from one relationship to another and start growing them or let him be single.

Don't be sorry!!! I LOVE THAT YOU'VE REACHED OUT! I have just one friend who watches this but she's not started this season yet so I too don't have anyone to talk about it.

Anyway..YES! THANK YOU! I'M SO HAPPY THAT YOU AGREE WITH ME! I'm sorry writers but the whole Rahim thing just doesn't work for me.

I was so happy that Victor got to be someone else's Simon when Rahim wrote to him and that he was going to have a gay friend irl to support him and help him and not just Simon that can't always be there for him BUT INSTEAD THEY WENT AND GAVE US A LOVE TRIANGLE THAT IT'S NOT EVEN BELIEVABLE. THEY SPEND LESS THAN 12 HOURS TOGETHER CJDJZKKDMD.

Idk, it just doesn't make sense! I completely agree with you, DEVELOP ONE RELATIONSHIP IN THE RIGHT WAY OR LET HIM BE SINGLE!

I keep seeing people just hating on Benji and it kinda irks me but can you blame them!? No, because the writers made him like that, he says one thing in an episode than the opposite in the next episode, he's always supportive but also doesn't seem to be able to sympathize with anyone, he's the sweetest but also he's insufferable for no valid reason..like, what the hell?! I refuse to accept the "that's how the character is", that's just a badly written character that you used to get people to like Victor being with someone else when instead you could have had developed his character more and his all back story too.

I feel like the writers basically said "yeah, he was an alcoholic, he's also 16, white, rich and has really supportive parents, always and it easy so can't understand other people's problems" instead of "he's 16 and he ended up being an alcoholic very young, he's now recovering and he can't always be perfect, his parents love him but maybe the weren't always like that, I mean, they still had a 15/yo alcoholic child" and SO MANY MORE THINGS THEY JUST DIDN'T THINK WAS WORTH TELLING. UGHHHH. I'm SO frustrated.

Sorry I just wrote like an essay. Anyway Anon, I so agree with you, hope you'll write again whenever you feel like talking about this show that I still love very much even after this last episodes and sorry again for this like 1k words reply 😅❤

#anon #answers #love victor spoiler #love victor spoilers #love victor #it's 5am and i probably should be sleeping right now BUT I CANT OK!?#ughhhhh

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legumelupin · 3 years

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just a lil ficlet thing i wrote because i was inspired by legumes and my user. it’s severely unedited and may not make any sense whatsoever but it made me happy to write and it’s one of the shortest things ive ever written in terms of fanfiction. it’s not even 1k words.

“Hey Rem,” Sirius snickered. “Look at this.”

Sirius slid over the book he had opened on the library table to Remus who hadn’t shifted his attention over to his needy boyfriend. Sirius, as usual, had been trying to get Remus to talk to him the entire time they’d be in the library despite the werewolf’s pleas for them to ‘just study in peace for once’. Remus should know there’s rarely peace when Sirius Black is involved.

“Hm?” Remus asked non-committedly, his eyes still on his Transfiguration essay that was due in less than two hours. With the full moon having been not even a week ago, Remus was hard pressed to finish all the work he’d miss despite his wonderful friend’s notes and answers to homework. It was a pretty awful moon, too, so Sirius and James were more adamant about helping him out. He usually hated accepting their help. It wasn’t that he didn’t appreciate them or anything, it made him feel pitiable but he also knew that they weren’t doing it because they felt bad for him. They were his friends and they wanted to see him be happy and while it was hard for him to understand that all the time, James was always there to mother hen it into him.

“Moony!” Sirius whined, “Look! Look at what I’m showing you, it’s funny!” Sirius continued and Remus hummed in reply again causing his partner to scoff. Sirius shifted his attention to James.

“Jamie, look at this. I’m trying to show Remus,” the pureblood said with as much pointedness in his voice as he could muster, “but he won’t look even though I told him it’s funny!”

James looked up from his book with his nose scrunched and his eyebrows drawn inward. His glasses were falling down his nose a bit as he half-heartedly glared at Sirius. “What is it, Pads? I’m trying to look studious,” he snapped and Sirius rolled his eyes.

“Evans won’t notice you being studious, Prongs. It just looks unnatural for you,” Sirius snorted and James gave him an incredulous look.

“I study, dumbass. Sometimes,” James shot back. “I may have a certain reputation but I still have a reputation at home to uphold too,” he snapped without any bite really.

“Oh shove it, Potter. You don’t need to study for shit and what I have to show you is a right laugh,” Sirius insisted and James rolled his eyes fondly.

“Alright, what is it,” he asked, putting his book down way too eagerly and scooting next to Sirius.

“So I found this herbology textbook—“

“What the fuck, Pads?” James interrupted with a laugh, “A herbology book? You haven’t studied herbology since first year,” he continued with a perplexed cadence to his voice.

“Hey, if you can look studious to impress a chick, I can study fucking plants,” Sirius retorted and James playfully shoved Sirius shoulder.

“Fine, fine. What is it you need to show me?” he asked, leaning over the textbook that Sirius had opened. Sirius giggled wildly for a second before pointing at the spot on the page that had him in a tizzy.

“Read this,” he snickered.

James’s eyes scrutinized the text, his nose scrunching up as he murmured the words underneath his breath. Sirius could hear him say words like ‘fungi’ and ‘plant infection’ before James stopped murmuring the words and started giggling to himself. He’d gotten past the preamble of unnecessary bullshit and started reading the one important sentence that was in the book.

“This is important information,” James expressed, lifting his head before looking towards the scarred teenager sitting on the other side of Sirius.

“Remus, have you seen this?” James asked and Remus answered with another ‘hm’ that short and definitely showed that he was NOT listening in the slightest.

“Moony,” Sirius whined again. “Even James is asking you to look at what I have to show you. You’ve probably written two times as much as Minnie set out originally, just look! It’ll be super quick,” he pressed on and Remus sighed deeply, closing his eyes like he was trying to control snapping back.

“What?” he asked through clenched teeth, his eyes penetrating into Sirius’s and the latter only grinned.

“Read this sentence!” he urged, pushing the book down the table and in front of Remus’s nose and pointing at the section he was talking about. He made James read the whole passage but Remus only needed to read one sentence.

A smile broke out onto his face that he was obviously trying to control as he read it but it was obvious.

‘Legumes are a special type of vegetable important to potion making, however the fungus Colletotrichum infects multiple different taxa of legume such as those members of the Lupin taxa.’

“Our Moony is a legume!” James said with a certain airiness to his voice.

“Our favorite legume boy,” Sirius continued dreamily. “Loopy loopy legume,” he continued.

“Oh sod off,” Remus said but his voice was filled with adoration for his friends. “I have an essay to finish.”

“Such a studious legume boy,” James commented.

“My boyfriend is such a smart legume,” Sirius added on. “I’ll always protect him from fungi too,” he vowed and Remus’s cheeks started to turn pink.

“Moony the Legume has a nice ring to it,” James smiled brightly.

Remus sunk into his seat a bit as his cheeks continued to turn even pinker but he couldn’t help the smile that was forming on his face. He tried to refocus on his essay but Sirius and James just kept making comments about how he was a legume and how he was smart and beautiful. He really did have the best friends.

#sirius black #remus lupin #james potter #wolfstar #harry potter fanfiction #sweet legume bb #it’s all because of fucking legume #remus is small legume #legume

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highschool-ib · 6 years

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How long does it take to write an EE?

My extended essay first draft was due in last week, and then I was curious for how long I actually worked on it for. So here’s my extended essay timeline (for English literature)

- In the first year of IB, I barely worked on EE. I read my book, chose an essay question, and annotated about 60 pages of a 230 paged book. This was maybe six hours total, not including just reading through the book. 6 hours over many many months. Fellas if you start early you’ll have a lot less stress in year two, I got that same advice but I didn’t listen but I hope you guys will lol

- Over the summer I worked on annotating the rest of the pages, and I also typed up any quotes I might use along with the page numbers, along with a little bit of analysis. Taking notes took me maybe about 6 hours total, maybe a bit more. This helped me a lot when I made the outline (about a month before the draft was due), because literally all I had to do was copy and paste quotes into categories and I basically had a good outline already! I told myself and my supervisor that I’d have a full EE draft by the end of the summer and that didn’t happen... but don’t worry, because no one else will have worked on it except LOSER NERDS haha (sorry for my attempts at comedy)

- After putting together a rough outline, I began writing the individual sections of my essay. I had 7 aspects that I wanted to analyse, which meant I had about 500 words per section. It took me around 1.5 hours per section, so it took me an estimated 10.5 hours to write a rough draft. I then printed my essay out so I could read it better, crossed out irrelevant sections, and marked places where I needed to elaborate or change the structure a bit. This made editing the draft much easier for me, and I recommend it! I did it for my math IA too and it’s just a really good way of keeping track of what you need to do. One of my friends used the comments feature on google drive, so you can try out that method too if it works better for you.

- I wrote the draft over the course of a month. I started a month before the deadline, and told myself to have a full draft by two weeks before the deadline. I ended up missing the deadline I set myself, however it motivated me to get work done earlier than I otherwise would’ve. For example, on the day of my personal deadline, I wrote 1.5k words, while before then I’d only written 1k words. Even though I missed my deadline, I made progress!

- Then, I did the most work in the two days before the draft was due. I think I worked about 5 hours after school on it spread over those two days. I work really well under pressure (mainly because I don’t work unless I’m under pressure fhdskhfk) so I was very productive. If you don’t work well under pressure... please don’t leave it until last minute. Heck, get your draft done in 11th grade.

- About ten minutes before the deadline, I had already handed in my EE the day before, I realised that I didn’t even.... I didn’t cite the book that I was analysing... yes that’s right you heard me... so I fixed it and unsubmitted what I submitted before and yeah but that was really stressful omg. Please remember to cite the book your’re analysing!!!!

- So in total, I worked on my EE for about 30 hours. At least 30 hours, because I underestimated a bit how long I worked on it over the summer. You could basically do that over a weekend if you sleep nine hours each night and do literally nothing else throughout the day. Sounds fun

#ib #International Baccalaureate #IBO #ib studyblr #extended essay #ee

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