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flowerandblood · 1 month

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ONE YEAR OF FLOWER&BLOOD

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Exactly one year ago I posted my first chapter of the My Best Friend series. Nowadays I think it's something awful and I don't even try to edit it because I'd have to write everything from scratch, but I've left it for people who feel attached to the story. I remember getting about six likes and one comment on the first day and that huuuuge interest made me eager to create chapter 2 and then all the others.

I remember the excitement with which I waited and then replied to comments, not believing that people were actually waiting for the next chapter. At the time I was literally not following anyone, which was good because I wasn't comparing myself to anyone.

Eventually I felt I was ready to try writing other series and a few were successful enough that I decided to stay here permanently and create because it made me happy. Up to that point, everyone had been very kind to me and I started following more and more blogs, wanting to feel part of the fandom, to make friends with everyone. Now I know that was the biggest mistake I made.

Seeing things that didn't interest me, fanfic's whose way of writing couldn't draw me in, I felt frustrated, while at the same time fearing that if I stopped following someone, that person would see it as an affront. At the same time, The Impossible Choice, my biggest project until The Fall from the Heavens (which I'm currently editing and re-editing, while inserting on AO3), began to be written.

Just when I thought I had reached the pinnacle of my abilities (which wasn't true), I also started to clash with anonymous hate messages, probably the worst of which were those vilifying me and my husband, and those regarding my one-shot with Micheal Gavey. I know now that taking it personally and getting involved was my big mistake, and the fandom was shaken by drama that got out of hand.

I was a few steps away from deleting my blog at the time, but my husband talked me out of the idea (thankfully, as my stories aren't saved anywhere else − I'm only now moving them to AO3).

That's when I first realised that some people here I don't even like, and they probably don't like me. I wondered, why are we following each other then? Why are we pretending to have any courtesy? It was only later that I realised that to be considered someone's friend, you have to reblog their work and preferably agree with them even when they write hurtful things.

Since I've depleted my circle of those I follow to about 20 people, since I've blocked dozens of people and tags, there's been blissful silence (with the exceptions of when I write about behaviour in the fandom that I find toxic and someone accuses me of causing drama, but I'm used to it now). I've also never written happier than I do now.

Ideas come to me on their own, I don't feel uptight about what other big people will think of me, whether they reblog it, approve of it or not. I don't give a shit and life is beautiful! Although I can be emotionally unstable, I'm only 70 people short of crossing the next milestone of 3,000 followers, and that's BIG for me. It amuses me that I keep getting messages that someone is going to block me or stop following me, and you guys keep coming. It's gratifying.

I'm going to keep writing for you guys, and I'm sure during season two you'll also see my posts describing my impressions after the episodes in which I hope to involve my husband. I'll also keep you updated here on how I'm doing with my book I'm creating in my private life.

Apreciation

@ewanmitchellcrumbs

Ange. I know that sometimes I'm fucked up, but I want you to know that you've made this place so much more bearable for me that I can't imagine it without you. What I appreciate most about you is that you can talk and discuss, that you always try to understand the other side, that you are empathetic, warm and kind. I feel that, like friends in everyday life, we can also tell each other about things we disagree about, and there are not many people like that here.

On top of that, you are very talented and your stories are always a pleasure to read, even when they are short, you are able to build the plot and atmosphere perfectly, something I have always admired. Thank you for every kind word and understanding.

I still remember your first message to me via ask, referring to the fact that I didn't want to write a pairing with a mermaid because someone else was writing about it at the same time. My heart melted then, it was so nice!

@targaryenrealnessdarling

Liz, Queen of Angst! Your calmness and composure puts me in awe. You're disgustingly talented when it comes to writing and you have a super-sweet personality. When you started following me I began to squirm with delight, and when you started reblogging my stuff? My goodness!!!

@persephonerinyes

You've been engaging and reblogging my stories for as long as I can remember. Always involved, your thoughts make me smile. Thank you for being with me for so long!

@zenka96

You've been here with me since the dawn of time. You know that I love you. Your support from the very beginning really makes me feel like I have a friend here.

@huramuna

I am so proud of you! I remember your asks when I wrote Glass Cuts Deepest, your illustrations for me and your uncertainty about whether you should start writing yourself. I'm so happy for you and that you are so successful! You deserved it.

@black-dread & @aegonx

You are my favourite gif makers. Your work always leaves me in awe, you are amazing! I know how much work you put into it and somehow you make even the worst lit scenes look wonderful!

@summerposie; @0eessirk8; @melsunshine; @immyowndefender; @bellaisasleep; @kckt88; @thedamewithabook; @happinessinthebeing; @queenofshinigamis; @travelingmypassion; @mefools; @fan-goddess; @toodlesxcuddles; @ammo23; @troublesomesnitch; @mariahossain; @out-of-life; @apothe-roses; @heavenhatesme; @whitearemydarkestnight; @liv-cole; @blackswxnn; @echos-muses; @watercolorskyy; @at-a-rax-ia; @tssf-imagines; @snh96; @hiatuswhore; @exitpursuedbyavulcan; @darylandbethfanforever9; @the-dendrophile-bookdragon; @opheliaas-stuff @zaldritzosrose

Your comments and reblogs make me want to keep writing. You make me laugh, you comfort me and you support me. I know I'm definitely forgetting someone, but I want you to know that I love everyone who comments on my stories and there is nothing better for me than responding to your reactions and questions! I have known some of you for so many months that I truly consider you my good friends!

lottie-blue-star; aveatquevale-; aemondtargaryenwifey marvelescvpe; alphard-hydraes-blog; herejusttostan; li0nn3stuff; alexandrawho; vilmakamunen; angelinap09; theloveablestargirl; rose-blue-19; xxxkat3xxx; flosaureum; mandiiblanche; librawh0re; jasminecosmic99; ivvypg; rojocarnation; killmanduh; tokkiiidoll; wolfdressedinlace; angelofvivianne; nina2697; starwarsgirlsimmer1; katsucker; ipostwhtifeel; aemondsdelight; ilswemoon; tigrigri; pasta-rask; roselibrary; lystargs; gemini-mama; nikstrange; tempo-rary-fix; coffeeobsessedtrencher; gwuinivyre; dreamerbythewayx; diiickbrainn; mothmankit

And everyone else I missed and whose icons I would recognize from afar. I know that you have been with me for many months, often in silence or communicating anonymously. Your silent support and presence is something wonderful for me, knowing that you have been with me for so long and read all my posts!

Thankyouthankyouthankyou!!!!

#one year anniversary #celebration

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chwippy · 8 months

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Messaaaageeessss !!

Miles x reader lmfoa WHAT

Online dude who cant stfu and you suddenly can’t speak. [ Fluff, burning, cool reader :P]

Warning(s) - grammar mistakes, confusing writing, a lot of ‘as’ idk why I liked used as, its a safe fanfic with a ton of words and mistakes ig LOL.. Miles is still Spiderman.

Hours after hours.

Messages after messages.

You had been woken up from another message from someone you had met from a discord server you and your friends had made for fun.

It’s been weeks since the server was created, already have been filled with hundreds of people as you felt like you had accomplished something - not having a life!

Kidding.

You took your phone into hand, putting it up til your phone opened automatically and the high brightness that had an automatic increase hit your eyes, making you wince a little.

You quickly recovered from that awful brightness that had been stuck onto your phone, now laying on your back instead of your side now.

You hopped over to instagram, checking out the next messages you had been sent over the past few minutes upon receiving them.

You read them,

M1LES_: DAWG STOP LIKING AND SAY SMTHN M1LES_: (I'm running out of things to text u)

You felt yourself smile a bit from these messages, now going ahead and typing out;

Y_OUR_NME: Do you wanna talk to me that bad?

You sent, closing your phone once again as you didn’t expect him to respond THAT quickly to your reply to his messages.

But he did, you had heard multiple dings from your phone as you checked our him spamming you the following;

M1LES_: Do

Not

Make

Seem

That.

You chuckled at such a response as you went ahead and spammed him the same way he did.

You spent a couple of more minutes talking to him back and forth. Until he stopped sending you replies as you had been left on read.

After spamming you multiple messages at a time.

Wow, the audacity of this man.

You proceeded to do the same, spam the poor man with numerous messages until he replied to yours. And it somewhat worked - he read them, just not replied.

You rolled your eyes to the screen, annoyed at not getting him to respond to your messages as you planned your ‘devious’ plan to spam him with calls.

You then started on doing that ‘wicked’ plan of yours, spam calling him both on Discord and Instagram.

You were a master at spamming others using the calling technique? Not sure but you liked to call it a technique.

You continued doing so as you let the one on instagram ring for a while as you go ahead as grab a cup of water.

You hoped he’d decline it and finally respond to your dreadful replies, wasting sleep for him wasn’t easy because you were nearly asleep when you texted him a few minutes ago.

You settled the cup on the sink as you ended the call and started another one while you yawned, looking for some snacks to eat now that you’re downstairs.

Until you heard a certain sound coming out of your phone, hearing a voice come out of it - one you haven’t heard. Quite embarrassing to admit it took you a few seconds to realise your call had been answered.

You immediately got up from your position when you were in search for some midnight snacks. You quickly grabbed your phone as you listened to the voice.

“Y/N?” The one over the phone said, knowing your name. You froze for a moment before realising it is your friend who had answered your call.. oh dear.

You thought about it for a second, decline or not? It was a frustrating choice because you did want to hear his voice a bit more as you stayed silent.

You heard a cough from over the speaker, catching your attention as he spoke once more, “Hello?”

You now braced yourself, finally having the ugly guts to respond to him because you areee the one who called him in the first place.

“Hey,” You finally greeted back, seeming a bit nervous from the small stutter that probably wasn’t noticeable from the other side as you coughed.

You held your phone next to your face, having both hands hold your phone as you patiently waited to hear him continue talking.

“Sorry,” He apologised, “I’m kinda ..busy, right now,” He continued, chuckling weakly as you heard a small thud against the speakers of the phone.

You seemed kinda disappointed knowing that, wanting to talk more in call. You sighed, now going to say your last words before ending the call.

“Talk to you later,” He said, waiting for you to end the call as he held the phone close to him - which seemed obvious to you from the random shuffle in the audio.

“Yeah, uhm.. can we call again?” You asked hesitantly, wanting him to hear it despite it being a mumble.

Yeah, he probably have heard it since we’re in call.

“Sure,” He agreed with his voice being in such a calm manner yet so ..rushed? Before he had ended the call himself.

Sure? Sure.

Wow, not even a goodbye is crazy.

You thought, expecting a much more better response from him since he might have of been the reason why you’re staying up so late.

But he isn’t, you’re clearly the reason for not sleeping yet due to being pretty stubborn to sleep despite telling Miles you to go to sleep soon.

You aren’t, you’re waiting for his call, a message of some sort. You couldn’t erase the thought of hearing his voice once more out of your mind.

It particularly implanted as you felt your heart beat a bit faster.

And whats with all the noises in his part? Was he- was he doing that?.. No, no! Don’t think about that now. He’s the same age as you, it’d be weird - no, it’s somewhat normal..

No.. ew, yuck.

You grossed yourself out for thinking such a thing but the thuds? No, it was quite obvious he was outside - outside?! In public!? No, you’re overthinking it.

Just overthinking it? But why was he so tired? Why do you care so much?!

You’ve soon to come to a conclusion that you’re overthinking everything and that he was simply having a life outside of his phone and those noises were background noises of being hit in the stomach or what? What is this conclusion?

You closed your eyes, still downstairs and not up your bedroom as you sat on your couch thinking about that call.

Maybe you should move on, he probably did.

You stood up, walking over to your phone that you had thrown an ridiculous distance away from you.

You watched your phone light up as soon as you picked it up, showing a notification from discord as you read the user, M1LES_.

Miles.

MILES?!!

You had completely forgotten about how your phone could’ve been absolutely damaged as you instantly dropped it once again. It wasn’t a large distance from the ground but you still gasped.

You didn’t quite understand why you had a big reaction as you picked your phone back up. You looked at the notification, opening your phone

M1LES_: Yo

Y_OUR_NME: Hey

M1LES_: You still up to call?

You looked at the message for a bit more, not knowing what to say in response as you bit your lip in response.

Y_OUR_NME: Yeah

Y_OUR_NME: Sire

Y_OUR_NME: sure

You seemed pretty proud of yourself for your response, applauding yourself. Seeming a bit crazy as watched the cctv your guardian had set up turn away from you.

You looked back to your phone now, seeing the bubble stay there for a few moments as you got incredibly bored from waiting.

M1LES_: LAtr

LAtr.. that’s cute.. I guess.

Y_OUR_NME: Alr

You replied, now feeling yourself get s bit more nervous now that you got a somewhat confirmation that you’d actually.. be.. calling him.

You don’t know exactly when you’d be calling him so you tried to reduce your nervousness as you went inside your room and plopped onto your bed.

You placed your phone on the side of your face, your hand laying on top of it as you laid on your stomach.

Your face was basically implanted onto your pillow, feeling your nervousness either die down or reach a new kind of high.

Most likely a new level of high as you started to kick the air, feeling crazy since he could call you in any minute now.

You just hoped it wouldn’t be when you were about to fall asleep because you are about to fall asleep, and you hoped so badly he could just call you now.

You wanted to hear his voice, and you had no idea why you were so desperate to hear it once more.

You might be insane or you’re just someone who wants to online date a dude who has a great voice and you ridiculously haven’t seen despite being in the same city.

How weird is that.

Maybe you’re the weird one, but how to justify your weird thoughts with weird thoughts? Now you’re just speaking nonsense and you got no idea how to respond to you saying nonsense.

You were stuck in thought, rambling about nonsense while nonsense by Sabrina Carpenter played.. until the audio had slowly faded and started to ring in a ridiculously loud tune as you grabbed your phone to see M1LES_ calling.

He’s calling.

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shwoo · 8 months

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Nearly forgot about the new Fionna and Cake episodes, (Destiny and the Winter King) and had to go to bed immediately after watching it, but now I have thoughts! About those two episodes specifically. Very overthinky thoughts in places.

I got tired and took all day writing this, so it might decrease in coherency as it goes on.

-It's nice to see Simon having motivation again. Even if that motivation is to... basically die.

-Simon is such a nerd, with his excitement about the library and his Ship of Theseus joke! I love him. Why did he not actually go into the library, though? :(

-I wrote a fanfic once when a Farmworld character comments on a normal Adventure Time style character's lack of nose, and the character covers it self-consciously! It was... weirdly validating to see the show make the same joke?

-Farmworld Jake is still alive... Did main world Jake not die of old age? I'm sure a normal dog wouldn't have a longer natural lifespan than a magical talking dog who is also half stretchy alien.

-Farmworld Finn's named kids have the same names as Finn's pillow kids in Puhoy! That was a cool callback, even though pillow Bonnie's name made more sense. Did Finn not name her after Princess Bubblegum in the pillow world, or did he also know a Bonnie in Farmworld?

-I thought Jay was a girl for most of the episode, until someone referred to him with masculine pronouns. I like living in this world where I could think that despite his thing for Little Destiny being obvious from the beginning. (I like that gay relationships are more commonly and casually depicted in fiction than they used to be)

-I like Farmworld Finn. He's a good person who's doing his best. I hope he didn't die in the end. It seemed a little ambiguous.

-Simon, you of all people should know not to talk positively about the crown to someone who was cursed by it. Unless he didn't realise Finn ever wore the crown?

-After Simon assumed that Jay's dad was another version of him, I was hoping he'd find out what did happen to him in this universe, but I guess the corpse was a little bit close to the giant nuclear bomb thingy.

-Cake apparently reads AO3, or at least something adjacent enough to know what enemies to lovers is, which is impressive for someone who was a normal housecat like a day ago.

-The next episode has a Gumlee subplot for some reason? Okay! And Gary's not wrong that Fionna flaked out on him. She could've at least tried to explain where she was once Winter King fixed her phone, but she didn't.

-Also I love that Ellis P was randomly at Fionna's apartment too. They only just met.

-I wonder how much of the differences between the Winter King and Simon are intrinsic to this world's Simon, and how much are a result of him using the crown. He's definitely still influenced by the crown, but I'm not sure what his line about Betty is implying. Did he start feeling that way because of this universe's point of divergence, or did the point of divergence happen because he never liked her as much as the main Simon did? He reacted so calmly about her that I don't think he was lying.

-Interesting contrast with Simon being fine in the snow while Fionna and Cake are clearly freezing. That's some superhuman cold tolerance Simon has.

-"How'd you stop being Ice King" "I just tried REALLY HARD and now everything's great!" "Oh, okay,"

-Was it winter in the Fionna and Cake world in the first episode? The world is obviously affected by Simon's mental state in some way, and now it's snowing over there.

-I'm not sure what to think about ice Marceline, but wasn't she older than that when she turned the family axe into some kind of lute? I don't know if this world's Marceline is supposed to be dead or not, but Winter King seems to have depicted her at that age for a reason.

-I thought it was a role reversal world when the Candy Queen showed up, but all her Ice King-like traits were just foreshadowing! Disturbing, disturbing foreshadowing. I thought it was interesting that she did the same leg kick thing while playing the piano that the Winter King did. Or maybe that was a just a callback.

-Simon seemed to legitimately like her song. He's so sweet when he's not marinating in self-hatred.

-No wonder the Candy Queen feels such a sense of kinship with the Winter King that she wants to mash them up in a blender. He's giving her all his negative traits so he doesn't have to deal with them.

-The Lemoncarbs were never going to like Gary's proposal. They're Lemongrabs and he's a Princess Bubblegum, and there's been multiple episodes about how incompatible their interests are.

-Fionna did that weird demagickifying Prismo thing like Cake did with one of the hot dog people in the second episode. Does that only happen when they're feeling happy and accepted, or was the timing coincidence? Also, I think it might have something to do with why Prismo's not supposed to create things, since it uses the same effect as his powers. Their world is probably inherently unstable regardless of whose head it's in, or something dramatic like that.

-I'm glad Fionna's rethinking her self-centred worldview. Maybe she can also realise that her own world isn't as boring as she thinks, because I'm pretty sure that's also a metaphor for Simon's self-hatred. Though would it still be a metaphor if she's not currently in his head?

-So we've had a revisit of Farmworld, where FInn was negatively affected by the crown's curse, and a world where Princess Bubblegum is negatively affected by the crown's curse. Is Marceline up next? She was at least as important a secondary character on the original show as PB was. And more important personally to Simon.

#Adventure Time #Adventure Time: Fionna and Cake #Simon Petrikov #Fionna the Human #Cake the Cat #I talked about other characters but I don't think I should tag them all

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alphabetboyluvr · 3 months

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Hey Holly😬😬😬

So I wanted to ask have you ever come across things like copying stuff and ideas from one book?? I mean if you read a book or you get inspired from a particular scene/dialog that you re-write it but you still get called out because of that??? Do you get bothered by that?? I mean there is this😅 bunch of teenage indian authors on wattpad that every now and then starts blaming and fighting that they copied their stuff,book name,dialogues. What do you think of this??

You probably have seen the viral orange peel theory that is going viral on insta/tiktok. I was talking about that😅😅

heyaaa !!

i've seen a lot of discourse around the concept of copying / plagiarism recently and I do have some thoughts on it.

i assume you mean if i get bothered when i see people have clearly taken inspiration from my work?

i keep my feet firmly out of the fanfic reading space for a variety of reasons and one of those reasons is because i've seen how easy it is to pick up inspiration and sprinkle it into your own work without even realising—not maliciously, or ill-intentioned at all, but undeniable with retrospect.

i don't ever want to find myself in the position of having spent hours writing something only for it to be reduced to nothing because of innocent mistakes (as I've seen happen with other writers) so yeah, i don't read within the fanfic space (which is also why im terrible with recs haha).

NOW in regards to people taking inspiration from my stuff, i'm well aware that it happens. I first noticed it happened with you up? and its never really stopped.

there's a handful of stories i've seen on wattpad from people i know read my work, who write in a very similar way to me. things like plot, narrative voice, character arcs, relationships, even the way i doodle at the start of my chapters—if it can be lifted and reworked, it has, and im sure only seen the tip of the iceberg.

similarly, i've also seen big writers write scenes in their stories with an almost identical play by play to some of my scenes, but i have no way of knowing if they've read my work—but it has made me go back and check the dates of my uploads to make sure i have my 'well actually...' response ready incase any of their fans try and come for me hahaha.

i've had extensive conversations with my writer friends about this and my general thoughts are: i don't care.

i could go on a big old rant about it all, but i know my opinion is a bit odd considering i'm a writer.

writing is a deeply personal craft, but it's also something that we learn and develop through time. if people are inspired by my work, then it must mean I'm doing something right. in time, they'll develop their own style. I encourage them to continue writing until they find their own voice.

history and literature is full of reworking and retellings. Shakespeare was notorious for it!

I'm not gonna get pressed if someone is so moved by my work to the point they wanna create their own version. I'll be honoured to be a part of their creative process. of course there is a limit to this—I know there's at least one story on wattpad floating around with a similar dynamic to BD with origami being used as a crux for fears, which does make me raise my brows a little bit, but at the end of the day, I'm the one who chose to upload my fanfic for free on a website that is known to not be exactly the most original of places.

someone else writing a similar concept to mine doesn't take away from the value of my work. if anything, it just proves that my writing has had an impact.

so yeah if you ever see someone and think huh this reads a lot like hollys work, or anything like that, just leave it be. don't run people off of a site, or force them to stop doing a hobby that likely causes them joy, for my sake.

it's funny because a few people have actually asked me to write an orange peel theory fic haha. we, as writers, don't own concepts and we also write about the same seven men. there will be inevitable overlap. it's all just pixels, at the end of the day.

#ask

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horrorhot-line · 3 months

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lil update + sneak peak

so, for anyone interested in my love and deep space fanfic that will be released soon (once I'm done editing the shit out of it), i will be writing a main story following the whole game, and then i'll branch off into separate fics for xavier, zayne and rafayel based off memories and dates available in the game. to all my lovely followers, i hope you're as excited as i am <333

as for the sneak peak, here it is:

Common sense dictated you shake him awake, but you felt guilty knowing he liked his sleep. That, and you were enjoying yourself. He was the most handsome man you had ever seen, and damn it, if you weren't going to admire this artwork before you.

To be or not to be, you mused to yourself as you got closer to him and kneeled to his height. "…Hello?" You asked experimentally, wondering if he'd wake up from your voice. No such luck, you realised as you called out to Xavier again, shaking him slightly. What were you supposed to do? At this rate, you would have to call for backup, if only to get him out of his slumber.

It didn't help that he looked perfect even while he was sleeping. He was ethereal, otherwordly. You were in awe of how his skin glowed and how the light reflected off his hair, making him look like he was painted. He looked like he had been cut straight out of the magazine, not a single dirty blonde lock out of place and long lashes that nearly kissed his cheeks. Why was he so pretty? The universe clearly had favourites.

After your fifth and final attempt to wake him up, you gave up; the guy slept like a rock- what were you supposed to do? You felt too guilty to try again; you felt like a criminal for taking away his nap. You'd just have to wait for your death, then. "Please, I'm too young to die again." You thought out loud in desperation, which seemingly did the trick.

He stirred in his sleep, and you froze as his blue eyes finally landed on you. Oh fuck. He was gorgeous. Like, make your knees go weak type gorgeous. Like, get lost in his gaze type gorgeous. Like, make you wanna bark type gorgeou- No! You had to stop your train of thought, focus and try to end the awkward silence between you.

You took a breath, steeling your nerves and putting on your brave face, "Hi, I know you were sleeping, and I'm sorry I woke you up, but you looked injured, so I wanted to make sure you were okay." You gave him the classic white man smile, the awkward one you gave to someone who would let you go first when going through a door or something. You winced, cringing at your words.

You hoped he wouldn't think you were weird. First impressions were everything. "I'm fine," Xavier answered after a beat, gazing down at his minor wounds. "But, you-" You didn't get to hear what he was going to say as the ground started to shake beneath you. The collar on Xavier's neck projected a blue hologram, and you knew exactly what it meant. A wanderer. Oh fuck.

@identity-theft-101 i was just about to post this when you sent in that ask, i hope you enjoy this little sneak peek while i work on the fanfic <3

#update #love and deepspace #xavier love and deepspace #love and deepspace xavier

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thebigsl33p · 1 year

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Can The Killer In Me, Tame The Fire In You, Or Is There Nothing Left To Do For Us?

A/N: this one goes out to all my maladaptive daydreaming girls who have to create the most intricate canon divergent storylines in their heads to fall asleep.

Warnings: Shit writing, mention of death, infected, canon divergence like absolute rewrite so it fits my little brain storyline. Joel Miller. I kinda picked out bits and pieces from the game and TV series, sorry ANGST, ALL I WANTED WAS SOME DEAD DAUGHTER FANFIC INSTEAD ITS ALL SMUT not complaining BUT

Y/N dreams the same thing every night.

It starts on a beach. It's an average day, the sea is a moderate shade of dark blue and the sun is occasionally shining, peeking out intermittently from behind clouds, lighting up the sand like a thousand shiny gems. Music begins to play, an old rock song from the Eighties or Nineties that Y/N can't quite place. And then it stops abruptly with the sound of a needle scratching a record, screaming and gunshots that reverberate around the dreamscape. Mist and fog roll into the beach, and out onto the sea, turning the sand into a dull yellow and the water black and obscuring Y/N's sight.

And then two figures appear. One is short and thin with afro hair, the other tall and muscular with short hair, and they walk hand in hand. They are merely silhouettes but Y/N is struck with a feeling of familiarity as they get closer and closer and closer to her. She realises too late who they are - Joel and Sarah - and she realises even later what's wrong with them. How they shambled their way over to her should've been enough of a clue, but for some reason, she just didn't pick up. But then Joel starts to twitch and shake and Sarah groans, and both of them have glossy eyes and pale, clammy skin. Their jaws move desperately around nothing, trying to clamp down, but also trying to form words, "Help me" and "I'm sorry" slurred from their lips.

Without knowing why, or with any notion of cognitive thought, she raises her arms and splays her hands to welcome them into her embrace. She cries as she does it, as they stumble into her and wrap themselves around her neck and waist. They are both covered in bite marks, blood and grime, and they bite down on her at the same time.

The imagined pain is what wakes her up, like an alarm clock, and sends her into another day's work in the quarantine zone.

Throughout it all, she thinks of the last time she saw Sarah and Joel, in that car crash where only Tommy had been left to pull her out. And they had run without ever looking back.

The night of the outbreak, Y/N was separated from everyone she loved and knew. She had lost Tommy soon after in the crowds of people, frantically calling his name as she pushed through it, but to no avail. She grabbed people with red jackets and short hair until someone grabbed her in return. Hours later she found herselff in one of her first FEDRA lockups.

Now, just over twenty years later, she lived in a Qurantine zone. More people were getting infected by the day, just getting better at hiding it, and FEDRA was the very definition of the abuse of power, shooting people down no matter how much you screamed, "I'm not a Firefly! I'm not a fucking Firefly!" Fireflies…a group of Rebels, armed and smart, doing their hardest to restore normalcy and to take down FEDRA. Things had been getting pretty bad recently, curfew was brought down hard, at night all she could hear were sirens and screaming, gunshots and bombs. She tried her best to sleep, tossing and turning under her thick woolen blanket and government ordered, thin, sheetless mattress. In the morning, she would get up and drink a glass of whisky, tie up her hair and get to work throwing Infected into plague pits.

"To Y/N L/N." Was scribbled on the front, in familiarly unfamiliar handwriting. She flipped open to read the message, "Dear Y/N, through many contacts I've finally managed to discover you're alive, and your address. I want to invite you to Jackson. We have a stronghold here, a community. You could have a true and proper home. Joel and such are here too, alive and well, old bastard, he sends his love and luck. Love, Tommy. XX"

It was hard, gruelling and emotionally unavailable work. More often than not, she was throwing little kids into the flames, or young men and women who had obviously put up a fight. And in the evening, she went home, had another glass of some vague alcohol, whatever shitty food rations she could find and then went to bed, to repeat the day.

That was until she received a message. It was sunday, which meant the man down the street, Mr. Grant, who passed messages across America with his radio, was open for business. She had been approached by a regular customer of his during work, who slipped her a piece of paper, "From Mr. Grant." She had said, and then she was gone. That evening, Y/N settled down at her kitchen table/desk/counter and unfolded the piece of paper she had shoved into her pocket.

She sat at her table, desk, counter, and held the paper limp in her hands. She couldn't believe it. She couldn't believe that after all this time, Sarah, Joel and Tommy were still alive. And they were well. And- well, she had to leave straight away. She had flipped over the paper and found co-ordinates, from which she instantly pulled out her one and only map, and marked them down, and found it to be just off centre from the middle of Jackson. Then, she packed away some basic necessities in a bag, and slipped away into the dead of night.

Jackson was everything she had imagined and more. It was a perfect, little safe haven. She was greeted at the gate with guns and Tommy's interruption, running to her, embracing her, sniffling into her shoulder. True, as his brother's wife they had never been that close, but good God, she was just so enthralled to see someone she knew and loved and was connected to. She wasn't sure she had ever hugged anyone as tightly as she'd hugged Tommy, and then Maria came along and introduced herself, a beautiful woman whom Tommy was lucky enough to call his wife. Y/N had shaken her hand and she had grinned a perfect smile, "Joel's spoken about you loads."

"Oh, God, Joel." Her head swivelled to Tommy to Maria to her surroundings, "He's here, right?" Her words were sitting on desperate.

Tommy placed a hand on her shoulder, "Calm down, calm down. They're out at the moment to find supplies, food, extra bits and pieces. He knows you're coming, yeah, we just didn't think you'd get here so…soon." He shrugged, before beginning to walk her through the town, "C'mon, Maria and I will find you a place to stay, alright?"

And then finally, Tommy walked her to a small-ish home, one floor and squat, "This is where we put visitors or guests," He explained, "We have to find a suitable home for you, but this has all the right supplies." Then he pointed to the home next to it, "Joel lives just there."

"Alright." She swallowed her nerves and guilt, and followed the two through the town.

The entire walk Tommy and Maria pointed out households to her, lived in and happy homes - and told her what certain meeting points, bars, restaurants or club spaces, used to be. The Lower school was once an corner store, the high school, a doctor's. And the actual doctor's used to be a record store, which Joel had apparently raided and helped set up.

"Thank you Tommy, Maria. Thank you for everything." She hugged them both, once again, and then they pressed a key into her hand.

"We're gonna be just fine." Maria said, rubbed her shoulder and then she was alone.

Y/N'd been living in Jackson for a week when Joel returned. She'd been the first person Maria had told, apparently Joel had radioed in from outside the boundary, telling everyone they were finishing up and should be home by sunrise. She'd been woken up by Tommy knocking on her door with a loud, "They're back!" And she had practically hurtled outside, throwing a jacket over her pyjamas and slipping on her boots, nervous adrenaline filling her veins and causing her heart to beat out of her chest.

Twenty years. How much damage could Twenty Years have done? Yes, she had done unspeakable things, murdered innocents and stolen from the starving, injured, sick, but everyone had. When she looked around Jackson she saw a group of people who had all done what they had needed to to survive. She was no different. But what if's and maybe's lurked at the back of her mind as she followed Tommy up to the green gates.

Three horses come striding into Jackson, two with a stranger atop and one carrying her husband. He's joking bitterly and sarcastically with another rider, a little girl with brown hair who couldn't have been older than fourteen, and then he greets Tommy with a slight, two fingered wave, and Tommy's eyes direct him to Y/N standing in old pyjamas, old boots and an old jacket. But she's not looking at him, no her eyes are scanning frantically for a fourth horse, desperate for that familiar laugh, though she knows she'd be thirty-five by now. But where the fuck is Sarah?

The sun was just coming up, lighting half of the sky in a light blue and the other half remained dark, but she could still see the stars. And the moon. The wonders of a "zombie" apocalypse.

The sound of the gates moving was enough to have Y/N rocking on her feet because finally - finally - she would see her husband and daughter again, after twenty something years of just allowing herself to believe they were dead and done for, she finally knew better and-

Maria is standing behind her, "You alright, girl?" She asks.

"Where's Sarah?" Her head snaps towards Maria, and she watches like a hawk as the woman's eyes widen and she swallows, hard.

"Uh, just one second," She's pretending to look at something behind Y/N, as if distracted, before she runs off, "Tommy! Tommy!" Bellowing from her lips.

From a distance she sees Tommy and Maria conspiring, casting worried glances her way. And so she storms through the crowd, ignoring her initial purpose for being there, and instead she pushes the two apart and points her finger at them, "Tell me where my daughter is." Tommy plays with his hand, turning the ring on his finger, looking down, not meeting her gaze, "Sarah is-" He prepares himself "Sarah's-"

Confusion clouds Y/N's mind. How hard could it be to answer a simple question?

It hits her like a fucking train. How stupid could she have been, how presumptious and ignorant that "They" meant Joel and Sarah, not Joel and that little girl by his side. Who was she? Was she his daughter - had he moved on? Perhaps she should go, perhaps he didn't want a reminder of his old life hanging around.

"Dead." The voice is gruff and old, and familiar. Y/N practically spins in place to get a look at the man who it belongs too, those dark brown eyes, his beard and hair with dashes of grey, those soft cheeks, his lips, nose, eyelashes. Joel Miller. Joel, fucking, Miller, he speaks again, "Sarah's dead."

She doesn't know what to do - what to say - so she tries for something, she's reaching and trying desperately to hold on to anything she can, "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Joel."

"No. I know. I know." He's nodding softly, stroking her hair in return, gently. He won't cry now, not where everyone can see, but he'll cry later, when he's at home with Ellie and… Y/N. The family he'd dreamt of.

"Me too." His words are soft and small, so unlike the man in front of her. Maria and Tommy are gone by now, having siddled of discuss the exchange, the shock, the horror of Y/N not knowing about her daughter's death.

Joel pulls her in, close and tight for a long hug, and Y/N begins to cry, "I never thought I'd see you again." she's gripping him so tightly, hand pulling his hair, the other around his shoulder, "I just-"

She pulls away to get a good look at him, "Look at you," She's smiling through the tears streaming down her cheeks, "Look at my old man." She runs a hand through his hair, the front now instead of the back.

And then suddenly, she drops it, smile fading, eyes casted downwards, "Sarah… was she infected?"

"No." he answers. The way he speaks about it, it's as if finally, within the last year, he's finally come to terms with it all, "She died after the car crash. On Outbreak Day. She was in my arms, we were running and there was an early FEDRA guard and we told him we weren't infected but…"

"He shot anyways."

"Yeah." He spoke so simply about it, "She died in my arms and I'm just sorry you never knew how much she loved you. She called out for you y'know."

The idea brought tears to her eyes. A beat. "I dreamt about the two of you for the past twenty years." She opened up, "I dreamt you were infected, you and Sarah, and every single time I would just open my arms and hug you both and let you take me, infect me." She sighed, "The only thing that kept me going was the idea, the prospect, that maybe someday, I'd get to see you again and all I can say is that I'm sorry. I'm sorry wasn't there these twenty years and I'm sorry I wasn't there when Sarah died and I love you." Every single thought that echoed around her head for what had felt like forever was spewed out in front of him.

And all he could do was soften his eyes, and say, "It's alright,", "I love you too."

"There's someone I'd like for you to meet."

#Joel X reader #joel miller #joel miller X reader #the last of us #tlou #tlous game #ellie the last of us #ellie tlou #tommy miller #Tommy Miller X reader!platonic #platonic Tommy Miller X reader #Sarah miller

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sanversandfriends · 1 year

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Sanvers fans know her from her amazing contributions of art and fic to the Big Bang, but @morganastorm24 is also a multi-talented writer and artist for multiple ships in the DC universe. She also has love of everything Lois Lane. In honor of the Planet's star reporter, we've asked her to share a glimpse into her writing process. Thanks, Morgana!

Tell us a little about yourself. How did you get started writing fic? Have you written for other fandoms? What are your favorite tropes?

I've been writing for as long as I can remember - even longer according to my mum. I've always loved creating stories and would sit with my teddies and toy horses, reading them stories (even before I could read, because that's what pictures are for, right? Telling a thousand words and all that). For my 6th or 7th birthday, I apparently asked for a "really nice writing set and an even nicer book to write in". I was given a ring binder with plastic pockets, a notebook and a pencil case full of stationery. I still have that ring binder to this day, though it's not filled with all my random childish scribbles like it once was.

I started writing fanfiction not long after Star Wars: Attack of the Clones came out. That's the earliest fanfic I can remember writing, anyway. I wrote Anakin and Padme's adventures after they got married, and then when rumours started flying about what was going to happen in Episode 3, I wrote my very first "fix it fic" by finding a way to keep Padme alive (as I couldn't bear the thought of my favourite character dying). Most of those very early fics never left the pages of the notebooks they were scrawled in and nobody else ever saw them (thank god!), but it wasn't until I started reading fanfiction online that I realised I could actually do that too - share my ideas with the world. I dabbled a little in fanfic for the tv show Casualty (a British medical drama), had more success with Doctor Who, wrote some more Star Wars, then Merlin and eventually (and most recently) Supergirl (with a dash of other DC).

What were your inspirations for this particular story? What was it about this/these ships that grabbed you?

This fic was born of a single image - namely Chyler first revealing that she was going to wear a black and blue super suit and become Supergirl for one episode. That image alone was enough to get my mind racing with possibilities and ideas of how it might come to pass. I have to be honest and say I stopped watching the show after the Crisis stuff, so I've never actually seen her episode as Supergirl, but maybe that's a good thing? At least this way I know that my version of her is different and unique.

I am and always will be a huge Sanvers stan, but there's something so appealing about AgentCorp as well, and the show really dropped the ball when they wouldn't let Alex and Lena be together. They're an interesting and dynamic pairing - they share interests, are both huge science nerds and yet so completely different that its great fun writing them both together.

As for Lois and Kara - that one literally came out of nowhere and took me by surprise. I'd never intended for it to happen, and yet now that it has, I'm wondering why I never thought of it sooner!

Has the time spent away from your story changed your outlook or approach to any of the storylines or themes? Have you had any new inspirations or breakthroughs/revelations in the meantime?

Absolutely. I got to a point with the fic where it had grown stale, and I was constantly hitting up against a wall with no idea how to get around it, or to power through it. So, I walked away from the fic and decided to focus on other WIPs and new creations instead. Coming back to it now, I've been able to see everything with fresh eyes, and I can see not only where I was going wrong before, but also a way to fix it. Changing the villain, adding characters, getting rid of redundant plot threads and adding more relevant pieces has really helped to get this work to a place where finally, I can see the finish line and I know I'm going to make it. That's a huge relief, considering where I was 2 years ago when I first started writing it.

Any advice for new or aspiring fic writers?

Never give up. No matter how hard it might be, just put words on a page. It doesn't matter how rubbish they are, as my BFF always says, "You can't edit a blank page." Let yourself suck, let yourself write horrendously. It's all good practice. Even if those words never leave your notebook or the document on your computer, they've taught you something, they've helped you to improve, so be proud of them.

Writing is also a bit like a painting. Not even Da Vinci or Van Gogh sat at his easel and created a masterpiece on his first try. There's the initial sketches to plan out the idea. That's your plot or summary. Then you add basic blocks of colours. That's your first draft. From then on, you work away slowly, adding details, shading, contouring...those are your second, third, fourth drafts. Keep revising and editing as much as you need - there's no right or wrong number of times you should be doing it. Because each time you do, you're adding more detail to your masterpiece. And what you end up with is a work of art.

One final piece of advice... writing is not a solo event. All those times a writer is depicted sitting along, tapping away at a keyboard or scribbling in a notebook, it's so misleading. Get yourself a writing buddy. DKGwrites and I are best friends, we met through fanfiction (and I'm eternally grateful for that everyday). We have regular writing sessions together, and ok it's 90% messing around, distracting one another, talking utter nonsense or throwing random videos and links to each other, but that 10% when we do actually behave and get down to the task at hand, it's so much more fun writing together than it ever is when we try to write alone. Silliness aside, we help one another, bounce ideas off one another, motivate and encourage one another, and it's the best thing ever. So find yourself a writing buddy, and have a blast!

If you were going to promote this fic with a single line, what would it be?

What if Supergirl was a badass redhead called Alex Danvers?

We'll have more about her artwork in the coming weeks, but in the meantime, check out her work on A03!

#Supergirl #Finish the Fic #AgentCorp #Kaois #Lois Lane

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I've been wanting to ask you this for quite some time now, but I keep forgetting about it until now.

I know about the KP situation and your wish to no longer have any association with the game. And I understood your reasons for it.

But I have to ask you about this one. I'm cureently writing a KP fanfic that has been planned before the announcement of about your partings. And unfortunately, three of the six main characters are a Panther, a Carneline, and a Lantern Shork, which is yours.

You clearly don't want to associate with KP anymore, and I really wanted to respect your wish and change the characters, but... I couldn't bring myself to do it.

I didn't expect myself to get SO attached to their designed, but these three have the coolest designs I've ever seen, espacially the felines.

I also plan on making a story based on some fandoms I'm in, which includes KP and MBD (aka transfur game without goo TFs and got darker lore). And one of the species in the story is a parasitic humanoid feline similar to Panther and Carneline combined, but right now it's starting to get too similar after I learn about the announcement.

Speaking of the fanfic, I also plan to make another version of it that replaces your species with the ones that will take their place in KP also I finish it.

In short: I got too attached with some of your designs.

i've been dwelling on this ask for some time now since i've been trying to find ways of getting across what i want to get across without sounding nasty, but this answer is probably going to sound at least very abrupt and irritable regardless, and i might end up making myself sound like a deranged maniac in it as well, but i feel like i'm repeating myself like a broken record at this point over my designs/species, especially since you've literally already stated in this ask that you are in fact aware of my stance on this subject and that you plan on disrespecting and going against my wishes anyway.

i am aware that i physically cannot stop you or anyone else from using them in your creative works since they are pretty much public domain and i have encouraged people to use and have fun with them, but i have also gone at length before to state how upsetting and uncomfortable i find their continued association with transfur games and the like to be, which is why i requested them to be removed from kaiju paradise in the first place.

my uncomfortability with that subject stems from the fact that the term "transfur" originates (as far as i know) from what could basically be considered a fetish game (changed) and the concept in and of itself is literally based around the transformation fetish. i initially did not seem to take issue with this for a while after i became a contributor and artist for kaiju paradise as i was told that they are attempting to branch as far away from this fetish and the aforementioned game as possible, but after a while, particularly after the incident with the owner of the charem design (fyi they were outed as a predator and were literally coaxing children and minors into drawing and participating in activities revolving around multiple fetishes, including transfur and transformation), i started becoming very uncomfortable and uneasy with my ties to this kind of game (games that were also being made accessible to children on a children's game platform no less) and started to come to the realisation that i no longer wanted anything to do with it. this state i was in was also not helped by my decline in mental health at the time as i was dealing with the losses of a few close family members as well.

you've already stated, as i've already mentioned, that you are aware of the fact that i do not want my designs associated with this subject and you are practically telling me with this ask that you know this, but are going to continue what you're doing anyway, which i find to be really selfish. while i know that writing is difficult, you've also mentioned that you are also at least planning on working on a version of the same piece of writing without my designs involved. again, i physically cannot stop you from continuing to do what you're doing, but if you're already planning on writing that alternate version anyway, please at least consider being somewhat respectful of my wishes and leave me and my designs out of this. i don't really care if the alternate version has characters that are "similar" or serve the same purpose without directly involving me or my designs. just as long as they're not involved i would be very grateful.

while i'm on the topic, i feel like i should also mention that i am currently working out redesigns for my species based around alien specbio since it's a subject i find super interesting. i haven't 100% worked every bit of it out since it's in the very early stages of conceptualisation but these sketches are what i've got so far. i'm also encouraging people to use these new redesigns for fun if they want to as long as what i've already stated in this fucking essay of a response is taken into account. if you've read this far thank you for at least taking the time to hear what i have to say and i apologise for it being so long-winded, but at this point i feel like i practically have to be in order for me to even begin to get the message across to you people

#carneline #from the meat beast's maw

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amberjazmyn · 6 months

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dr spencer reid one-shot

𝓲𝓶𝓪𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓮 - i'll look after you

𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 - spencer crying, major character death, his girlfriend consoling him but, other than that, just the regular cm warnings

𝓭𝓮𝓼𝓬𝓻𝓲𝓹𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 - "just let it out, just cry it out, i'm right here," prompt. basically, after losing his dad two years ago, spencer and the rest of the bau just watch helplessly as diana is shot in front of them.

𝓪𝓾𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓻'𝓼 𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓮 - i haven't updated this book in yonks and i apologise! i legit spent most of today rereading most of these chapters and realised how much i missed writing these since i've been so caught up with my other book, stars. also, i just realised how much i missed watching criminal minds and reading/writing fanfic so, that is what this is lol. please enjoy and, apologies for making it another sad one for the reidster! i promise the next one will be a sillier/fluffier one!

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falling to the floor, spencer wept as his girlfriend and fellow agent ellianna consoled him. his mom diana had just been murdered in front of him, his dad william dying two years prior, not that spencer cared, he hadn't seen his dad since the riley jenkins case so it wasn't much of a loss in his eyes. but, losing his mom was like his whole world collapsed around him, taking him down with it. throughout spencer's entire life, it had always been him and his mom after his dad left them that was until it was him, his mom and the behavioural analysis unit in qauntico. sure, his mom was institutionalised but, it was only because he had no other choice because, he was eighteen and, at the time, he was doing what he thought was the smartest idea. because it was supposed to help make her better. he never would've imagined that he'd have to watch the murder of his own mom right in front of his own eyes alongside the rest of his team during a case that wasn't even originally connected to his mother, that was until it was when ellianna made the connection as to who the unsub was.

two hours earlier

this case couldn't have been any worse than any other case the bau had ever done before. they were in portland, Oregon trying to solve a case, their unsub would kidnap his victims and then would kill them with poison and then, shoot them after the fact. however, what had thrown the team off was still trying to figure out why the unsub was shooting them after poisoning them. what was the need for such overkill when this unsub had only just started their crimes up a month ago? they had only profiled the unsub to be around their early to mid-twenties in age and possibly a white male - but even then they had absolutely no idea if it was a man or a women or how old they even were.

ellianna, irritated, threw down a case file, "jayje, i can't find anything on this unsub, let alone if it's actually a male or if it's a female, can you?" the young agent grumbled as jj shook her head, also throwing hers down onto the table

"nada, rossi?" jj sighed, looking over to their senior supervisory special agent who also shook his head

"zilch, prentiss?" rossi sighed as prentiss was seconds from responding, also shaking her head when spencer and aaron hotchner walked in, noticing their girlfriend and agent, ellianna suddenly staring at a file that everyone had seemingly missed earlier

hotch eyed the young agent before speaking up, "you alright, de angelis?" hotch questioned as he held another pile of files given to him from the portland police bureau - spencer placing muffins and coffees across the table for the team as ellianna nodded her head

"uh...yeah, i'm fine hotch, just, this case file, this one's new. it wasn't a file we were originally given by ppb when they first gave us all their initial files to the case!" ellianna stuttered out before she then picked it up, quickly flicking through it before stopping

her eyes widened as she saw one specific name in the file and it quickly caught the team's attention, "what is it, el? do we need to call up garcia?" spencer spoke up as ellianna shook her head before jumping out of her seat and running out of the bullpen of the portland police bureau

the rest of the team followed after their youngest agent, but, when they finally caught up to her, they never expected to see her squaring up to the head police officer of the portland police bureau but, here they were, "officer brooks, where did this file come from and why was it not given to us at the beginning with the rest of the case files?" ellianna demanded, after she quickly recognised the name in the file, officer brooks looking at the fbi agent in genuine confusion

"i...i'm sorry, agent de angelis?" officer brooks questioned with confusion before ellianna softened slightly and opened the file to show her

"this, officer, this whole time my team and i weren't able to get a lead, let alone figure out if the unsub was a male or a female but, now, seeing this file, i think i've now figured it out and it's in this case file, everything that we've needed from the beginning but where did it come from because it wasn't one that you guys had given to us in the beginning so, i'll kindly ask you again, where did it come from? is it one of yours from this case or is it not?" ellianna requested as officer brooks was in shock, also recognising the name in the file straight away, she hadn't seen that case file in years she truly thought that the case file had been put away in the archives

"it...it's a case file from a previously archived case. it was from a case that was solved years ago back in the late 90s, or a case that we thought had been solved. we had been told by washington police, who we did this case with, that they hailed this case as solved because they had been informed that the unsub had...you know, killed himself so, we just put the case file away into our archives, after being ordered to by washington police. why, do you think that this case file has to do with this current case?" officer brooks questions in worry, especially because of the main suspect in that 90s case file as ellianna nods her head with a worried look in her eyes

"that's exactly what i think, officer. i don't think that robert just killed himself, he's too proud of himself and cares about what everyone else thinks of him to even think about killing himself. he takes too much enjoyment in his crimes but also when he isn't having an episode, he does get quite empathetic and realises what he's done which is why i think the unsub has to be him. we need to find him and we need to find him now. otherwise, oregon, washington, idaho, nevada and california could all potentially be in deep shit, got it? so if you could get your officers to communicate with those in washington, idaho, nevada and california, that would be amazing!" ellianna ordered as officer brooks nodded her head and wasted no time in getting her police officers to be informed and to contact washington, idaho, nevada and california police departments

walking back over to the bullpen, ellianna noticed the shocked faces of the rest of her team, she then chuckled, sliding the case file of robert jackson onto the table, "what?" ellianna questioned with a scoff

"nothing at all, just, how on god's green earth did you recognise the name in the case file so quickly after we were struggling for hours and then, poof, out of nowhere you just figure the whole thing out?" prentiss was aghast as ellianna chuckled even more, as she then rung up penelope garcia, their tech analyst who was back in quantico

quieting the rest of her team, garcia responded to ellianna, "what do you need my little flower petal?" smiling at the nickname, ellianna went straight into the action, telling garcia the important information

"garcia, i found a new case file in the middle of the ones we had been given by officer brooks and, it seems as though this was the missing link as it has given everything we needed because it sounds as though our unsub could be a man in his early to possible mid fifties by the name of robert jack..."

"...robert jackson..."

"...how...how did you know that garcia?" ellianna stuttered in shock as she looked at the rest of her equally as shocked team and garcia chuckled

"washington and nevada police departments had faxed over a copy of the exact same file to me. both departments in washington and nevada think it's the same guy who was said to have "mysteriously" killed himself after going on a massive kidnapping, poisoning and shooting spree back in the late eighties and early nineties throughout oregon and the neighbouring states, washington, idaho, nevada and california. on the back of the envelope, it's written that it's suggested that the unsub we're looking for is robert, who was also responsible for those crimes back in the eighties and nineties..." garcia trailed off as ellianna scoffed, shaking her head as the rest of the team was shocked by this new revelation

"...but, why wait this long to start back up again? why wait, what, two decades before coming back? why stage your own suicide to only then start the crimes back up again?" ellianna questioned as her team shook their heads, not knowing until garcia spoke back up

"because he wanted everyone to believe the threat was gone after he convinced everyone he was dead and then...uh oh..."

"...what garcia? what's happened, talk to me?" ellianna stood up from her position from leaning on the table when garcia just pointed everyone's attention to the television in portland's bullpen

"just...watch this...it was just sent in from the unsub himself...he clearly knows we're here..." garcia's face turned away as she just pressed play when screams filtered through the bullpen of portland's police department, scaring the entire team and making them jump out of their skin

the screams just weren't any person's screams, they were the screams of spencer's mom, diana. diana had been kidnapped to be the unsub's final victim, that was robert's end goal all along. that was why ellianna had immediately recognized the man the moment she opened up that case file and showed officer brooks. robert was a former patient in one of diana's mental health facilities back in nevada after he had discharged himself from bennington sanitarium where they both resided in.

"diana..." ellianna whispered, her hand covering her mouth and garcia speaks up again, filling the silence

"...i found where they are and the address has been sent it all of your phones! i want all of you plus diana back safely, please!" garcia pleaded and the agents stood up without another beat to wait as they rushed out, everyone but spencer and ellianna

spencer was frozen, it was as though he couldn't move, he genuinely thought his mom was safe in nevada, in bennington, robert jackson not ringing any sort of alarm bells or bells at all that he was the unsub let alone had any connection to his mom. ellianna knew she had to get her boyfriend to move quickly otherwise his mom would be dead and, that was anything but the outcome they wanted. although he wasn't cut up about his dad's death two years ago, he didn't need to be parentless at thirty years old.

"come on spence, we have to go! we don't have a lot of time before you could potentially be faced with the dead and mutilated body of your mom! we need to hurry up!" ellianna's voice was unusually frightened but she didn't care, because she was truly frightened to find the potential dead body of her boyfriend's mother

spencer then nodded his head and quickly got himself prepared for the fact that he was about to save the life of his own mother.

one hour later

it had taken almost an hour to figure out how to unlock the loft in which robert had kept diana in but, the moment they did get themselves in, it took a special sort of strength in the team for them to not outwardly react to the way in which robert jackson had brutally injured diana. it was clear she had been beaten black and blue, her face barely identifiable, she was dehydrated, it had looked as though she had been sexually assaulted by the way she couldn't lay comfortably, with a few more bruises from being beaten most likely more than just the one time yet it didn't look as though robert had gotten to the stage of poisoning or shooting her, whether that was coming next or not, they had no idea.

ellianna decided to take charge since she was the one most familiar with robert and his connection to diana, even more than spencer had and she spoke up, "robert jackson, my name is ellianna de angelis and i'm with the fbi's behavioural analysis unit, do you know what that is?" her voice unsure but filled with somewhat of strength as her team watched, robert groaning as he lay next to a beaten and unconscious diana reid

the man refused to even look up at the agent, "no, why would i want to know?" he was vicious as ellianna took in another breath and she refused to point her gun at him but, she kept it close just in case she would need to use it

"wouldn't you want to know why you're hurting someone you consider a close friend of yours?" she spoke softly which got robert's attention as he stood up from the ground to face the young agent

"i...i, do you think i'm actually hurting diana? how dare you think that? she's just asleep because we've been out all day running errands!" robert found it extremely insulting that ellianna would even allud that robert would harm diana

"yes, i...i do think you're hurting her robert. and do you want to know how i know that you're hurting her and that she isn't actually sleeping like you're trying so hard to make us believe she is?" ellianna raised her voice slightly as the rest of her team looked on in worry, spencer barely even able to look

"mhm," the middle-aged man mumbled out as ellianna exhaled before she nodded her head and continued her profile

"if you look closely, whilst you can see that diana is still breathing, it's not in the same rhythmic pattern that it would be if she was asleep. the way that she is breathing though lets us know that she's struggling. she is finding it so hard to breathe properly that it's shallow and it's most likely causing her a great deal of pain. she is also completely face down, and her airways are being squashed which is also another reason why she's finding it so difficult to breathe and why it's so painful for her. she's also been severely beaten and she's severely dehydrated, and she's also been sexually assaulted due to the infected and inflamed bruises around her crotch area, near her genitals. you have seriously hurt diana, robert. and she's bleeding in more than just one part of her body and that's not a good sign if she's bleeding everywhere else. why did you hurt her, robert?" ellianna questions as she tries to not get mad and immediately, as though it was expected to happen, robert got defensive which caused the young agent to reach for and pull out her glock twenty-six

"i didn't hurt diana!" the clearly deranged and psychotic jackson shouted, his hands over his ears as he was clearly going through an episode and ellianna stepped back, gesturing for her team to also step back

ellianna, once again, took one last deep breath in before she continued, "yes, you did robert, whether you were consciously hurting diana or not, you did seriously hurt her. she needs medical attention and quickly otherwise she's going to die and we don't want..."

before ellianna or her team could even do anything else, robert removed his hands from his ears and as though he was a magician, pulled out a gun, "...robert, wait, no!" ellianna shouted, the direction of the gun not know by the agent as she had closed her eyes and turned her head around - the rest of her team also turning their heads away

she opened her eyes after she noticed that she hadn't been shot but was confused as she was covered in blood and could tell it had splattered onto her face and hands. but, it wasn't her blood that she was suddenly covered in, it was a mix of diana and robert's blood... diana was the one that got shot, not ellianna. and once again, ellianna's profile on robert was wrong, because he made sure to shoot both diana and himself.

ellianna stood in shock, covered in blood as she lowered her gun, limply holstering it back into her holster. gulping before she turned to hotch, who nodded his head, allowing her permission to get robert and diana's pulses to see if either or both of them were still alive or if either or both of them were dead.

no one had to see ellianna's face because they all saw the way her body faltered and the way her hand limply fell to diana's cheek, stroking it softly. she then turned to see her boyfriend and the son of diana reid, spencer, on his knees weeping.

present time

spencer had been silently crying for what had felt like hours now. it felt like his entire world had been swallowed up by that gunshot that took away the life of his beloved mother. but, he didn't need nor did he want the entire state of oregon to know that he had just lost his mom from a gunshot. ellianna had since reassured the rest of her team that she was very much capable of taking care of and comforting spencer with the promise that she'd evacuate them out of robert's loft safely. so, she quickly farewelled the rest of her team, letting hotch know that she and spencer would meet them on the jet later on. she then made her way back over to where spencer was still on his knees, meters from the now dried-up bloodied puddle that his mom died in.

meeting her distraught boyfriend at his level, she cradled him, holding him tightly, knowing he wasn't able to cry quietly anymore. he needed to let out his loud cries otherwise he would explode so, ellianna let him grieve and for him to cry as loudly as he needed to and, he did.

"just let it out, just cry it out spence, i'm right here!" ellianna whispered, repeating it over and over again as spencer cried, grieving over the loss of his beloved mom, his last surviving parent until this case

the one case that took spencer way too long to realise was connected to his mom.

as the supervisory special agents left the loft, spencer managed to whisper one last thing to spencer before he fell asleep in the fbi-issued suv, "i'll look after you,"

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rewriting this was quite fun which makes me sound so evil and heartless but i just love going back through my old written works and seeing how i started and then how i improved and made them better!

ok ily bye xx

wc; 3337

#angst #dr spencer reid x reader #tears

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mutedsilence · 1 year

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💕 self-love time! talk about which ones of YOUR creations (edits, artworks, fanfics) you like the most then send to other creators to do the same 💕🎈

Hmm. I found this question quite hard. But, I think that's bc I tried to over think it.

I have 2 fics I'm very happy with.

The first one is 'Birthdays. Don't. Matter.' It's a Johnlock fic where John learns about Sherlock's birthday. It also explains why Sherlock had never shared his birthday before. John loves Sherlock and although he's not told him, he wants to show him how loved he truly is. I've added a link to it if anyone is interested. I am proud of this one as the flashback to Sherlock's childhood is directly inspired by my own. I would sit at the window waiting just for no one to show up. I've not celebrated my birthday in several years now, and no one really knows when it is.

The second isn't finished yet. It's a slow burn called 'don't make me fuck you in space' . I'll put a little except under the cut. It's an ironstrange fic that is set after NYC attack. Stephen hasn't had the accident yet and Tony is struggling with his PTSD. All Tony wants, is to be near the man he had fallen in love with. Stephen just wants to be left alone. I am so far really liking this one as it started out as just a silly little prompt I saw but it has turned into something deeper. I'm hoping to delve into Tony's mental health issues as well as go into Stephen's. It has completely taken a life of its own. What was going to be a fun little shot, it is now a longer fic that will have a sequel.

Anyway, thank you so much for asking this. I don't tend to think about my fics. I just love to write so once it's posted, I hardly go back to them.

An Excerpt from, 'Don't Make Me Fuck You in Space'

The door opened automatically when he arrived. The room wasn't large. One wall had been made into a large window. Staring out into space and seeing Earth perfectly. There were two rows of benches with cushions along. The door was directly opposite the window. In the front left corner, Stephen could see Tony. He had headphones on and was drinking a can of rockstar.

Stephen gave a quick look over the rest of the room and started walking towards Tony.

Tony didn't give any indication that he knew he was no longer alone. He kept staring out the window.

"Tony?"

Nothing. He repeated himself. This time Tony took off his headphones. He still didn't move.

Stephen took a deep breath. Preparing to apologise and make things right, instead what came out his mouth was, "Those are terrible for your heart." He always felt more comfortable hiding behind medicine. It was easier. He wasn't even sure how Tony had gotten it. It would have had to have been included in the initial packing, but who would let a man with heart problems bring an energy drink with him to space? It didn't make sense. Then again, Tony gave the impression that no one could stop him from doing anything.

Tony smiled in response to the terrible joke. He tipped the can towards Stephen in offering. He was about to decline when he realised if he drank it, Tony wouldn't. He took it and drank some. He remembered how many he used to drink while he was still a student. He hadn't had one since. "I wanted you,"

Stephen looked towards Tony. He was still looking out the window and he was talking quietly. Almost for his ears only. "I saw you, and I wanted you. No one else. You didn't even see me," Stephen had no idea what Tony was talking about, but didn't want to disrupt him. They were finally talking - sorta. "You came into my examination room, asked my doctor where someone was," He smiled at the memory while Stephen struggled to place it. "I already had planned to go to space, I was going to come alone," Tony turned to face Stephen then, "I knew then - when I saw you - that I didn't want to be alone anymore."

He didn't know what to say.

He placed the memory. He had gotten a message on his pager from Christine, and had gone to find her. He noticed that Dr West had been in a nearby room and quickly popped in. He hardly noticed the patient. Dismissing them immediately as they were not Dr West. He had told him where to find Christine and he left without another word. He could see Tony now. Blood speckled over him. His mouth slightly open as he looked at him in the doorway. He was hooked up to a heart monitor and an IV. He had been ignored - now Stephen was saddened by his past self. This memory clearly meant something to Tony and he had practically forgotten about it.

Looking at Tony's face, he could see the blood that had marked him before.

He lifted his hand to Tony's face as if to wipe it away. His words turned in his mind. And he realised that maybe, just maybe, he didn't want to be alone either.

#thanks for the ask!#fic talk #johnlock #ironstrange

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poetryoncoffee · 2 months

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AN: this is original since i don't know where to start with fanfics lol, this i think will be the start of the first draft I'm writing for my first attempt at an actual novel! any feedback is really, really appreciated

The Busy Life

I loved the simple life, my cottage, my little routine, the books i read, the shows i watch, the simple life. So how did i end up in the middle of the big city, looking as out of place as a sewer rat in a suit? having never visited London and always hating cities i just stood at the side of the road, watching some big ass red bus drive up the busy road, incredulous that people could stand to live here, do they not hate the constant bustling? the smell? the people everywhere? i guess not. It had never been the life for me, even when I got the chance to go to a good university i rejected, I was happy with my life of peace i didn't need higher education. I attended college in a city and that was enough. The day i passed my course i told my parents i wanted to move back to the countryside. "Marissa, why do you want to move back?" Mother questioned "Marissa, don't you prefer it here?" Father asked, my answers? "i want to move back because i like it there, it isn't loud and overcrowded and it smells like organic animal shite instead of gas and fumes" I said to her "no i don't prefer it here" I told him, i wanted to go home. Against their preferences i went back to our family home alone, believing that living alone with no money would be better then living in the city, i started farming my own food, keeping my own animals and took a job in the nearest village a few miles away. I made my living stocking shelves and mopping floors in a small, local shop a short bikes ride away from my cottage. I worked there for years, years that I spent alone in that cottage, happy with the amount of social interaction i got at the shop while stocking the shelves and mopping everyone's muddy footprints at the end of the day. i was happy to have that be the rest of my life until she walked in that day, that day that she stopped to talk to me, that day that I gave up on everything i ever knew.

I never thought i would feel this way about anyone, definitely not a woman, all my life i believed i was asexual, i had never felt any attraction, sexual or otherwise, to anyone. no personal or celebrity crushes. I realised soon after meeting her that it may have been the fact I never leave the countryside and don't see anyone but upon thinking on my school and college days i realised it still didn't make any damn sense. My sexuality could be anything, all I knew then was that i felt a new type of way towards the girl in front of me, I wanted to talk to her for hours, I wanted to get to know her. We talked in the aisles of the shop until she finally checked out and left, we agreed to meet in the field near my farm after dinner, it was all i could think about the rest of my shift, all i wanted was for it to hurry up and end so i could see her again. i biked home, barely looking where I'm going, too excited at the prospect of seeing her again in only two short hours. Short was what I thought at the time but I remember that they felt like the slowest two hours of my life like the universe slowed time down just to point and laugh at me as i paced my cottage, distractedly snacking on crisps and carrots. A pretty rubbish combination but i was too giddy to cook. I remember being so excited that i ran to that field a good 40 minutes early and setting up snacks and a blanket, trying to make it look fancy even though it was the most basic shit, i just wanted to impress her. We talked into the middle of the night, she told me her name was Olivia and she was visiting her sister who lived in the village, Olivia lived in London. I will never forget the feeling in my chest when she said that, my heart sunk and I immediately gave up on any form of relationship with her, still naively believing that i would never move to the city, how wrong i clearly was.

#original writing #writeblr #writers on tumblr #writing #first draft #writerscommunity #lgbtq #sapphic #lesbian #wlw #lesbianism

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whywhywhymoney · 2 years

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when the Future Colours ED dropped.... you just had to be there man...

As a 23 year old, there's plenty of stuff I missed out on when it came to fandoms, mostly because of my lack of interest in most of the popular anime at the time, but I was always on the periphery and got to know *some* of what went down. For yugioh 5ds though? Front and centre man. Front and centre. And maybe that's why I find it so bittersweet just to even think about 5ds because it takes me to such a specific moment in time that I'll never get back.

Like, as 5-6 year olds my cohort just about caught onto the original Yugioh cycle, and of course we all hated GX as the cultured 8 year olds we were (I love it guys, I always did) but 5ds was different. It came out at the time my year was at the older end of the school, and it grabbed me immediately because of how serious it felt, which is the one thing at that age that I disliked about GX. All of a sudden we all brought out our old decks, dark magician, Blue Eyes, E hero beatdown and we were all influencing each other to absolutely get on these hot new cards because synchros are COOL. The permanent rainy British weather didn't stop us from dueling with our paper mats and unsleeved cards, and we had to go behind the staff room to make dodgy trades lest our cards get confiscated.

And then CITV *really* hit the Dark Signers arc and didn't air new episodes for years. Just to put it in perspective, I was in Year 5 when 5ds started airing here. Season 3 started airing in 2012, when I was 2 years removed from primary school. What's a girl to do? Go online of course! Most of us were already sharing around our favourite websites to watch naruto because the UK edits were trash tier, and of course, 5ds was there too. And then the 4kids forums had whole threads dedicated to the merits of the different fansubbers.

Once I left primary school and had nobody to talk to about yugioh except my little brother, 5ds fanfiction became my bread and butter, and I can't tell you how funny it is when I remember the trend of "Yusei and Aki have a child but the other is raising them alone/doesn't know about her". But I was invested! And God, when the Future Colours ED dropped, it gave the writers material for DAYS.

Now, I'm older, it's been over 11 years since 5ds ended, and I especially consider the ending to be even more poignant because of where I am in life, I'm on the cusp of true adulthood, finding jobs and settling down and whatnot. Good friends of mine that I've known since I was 4, and from 4 years ago, are getting married or having kids. I have a wonderful group of friends, who we all met during a sports event and made a gc, and since meeting them, I feel like I understand better than ever the power of bonds 5ds tried to show. It's such a valuable thing! It's because of those guys that I even bothered to write my first fanfiction, which was based entirely off of a real event that happened.

When I think of the hilarity we've had over the past 4 ish years of knowing each other, and the deep conversations as well as the heart breaking ones, it's so super silly, but it makes me think of Team 5ds and their dynamic. And just like how they went their separate ways, we're all kinda splintering off too. It really makes me sad, but, I'm so grateful for being able to experience this wonderful companionship in the first place. And the thing is: We're never really gonna get rid of each other completely, because the love of sport that united us in the first always brings us back to each other, even if it's just for a few weeks over the course of a tournament.

So, hopefully, when I write more 5ds fanfic, I just want it to be known that it's dedicated to my real Team 5ds, and I'm so lucky that I got to have an anime plot unfold in my real life, which is what that 8 year old girl dreamed of back then! And here I am not even realising that I was living her dream.

BTW, I'll just drop the link to the one thing I have written for this silly funny beautiful crew, who remind me so much of my own silly funny beautiful crew. Maybe in another 11 years I can look back on these fics and remember the pure joyful time I had with them. https://archiveofourown.org/works/35254714

Of course, one thing you gotta know though is that they can NEVER know its me because if they found out how sappy I got I'll never hear the end of it 🤣

#ygo 5ds #yugioh 5ds

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jungkooks-left-tiddie · 3 years

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I think I’m in love | knj.

Summary: Your new internship sucked ass. It was fun, but exhausting at the same time. It also didn’t help that uni was also stressing you out. Amidst all this pressure and stress, perhaps a midnight walk on the Han River with your crush Kim Namjoon is what you needed all along. A/N: so I saw this namjoon picture circulating around stan twitter and my 3am sleep deprived ass decided to write a Drabble. 1 hour and 2k words later, here we are.

Words: 2k (maybe more idk I didn’t count)

Warnings: grammar issues, 4am writing

Song rec: I think I’m in love (kat dahlia)

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“You’ve never been to the Han River at night?” Screams of outrage filled the silent room as you shook your head.

“I’ve never had the need to,” You frowned, feeling a little lost. “Plus it’s not like my parents would have let me.”

“Have you ever heard of something called sneaking out?” Jimin continued berating you and you couldn’t help but feel a little upset.

“Look, I know it may seem like Jimin-hyung is overreacting, but he’s not.” Jungkook clarified and made you feel even worse. “Han River is amazing at night.” The 3 boys nodded as if it were a common fact.

“You guys aren’t making this any better, y’know.” You frowned yet again.

They continued describing how mesmerising the river looked at night and you could do nothing but frown and continue doing your work.

Unbeknownst to you, Kim Namjoon kept sneaking glances at you from where he was seated. He wasn’t even trying to be subtle and that got on Yoongi’s nerves.

“Just ask them out, for fucks sake.” Yoongi massaged his eyes as Seokjin and Hoseok tried not to laugh.

“What do you mean?” Namjoon pretended to not know what Yoongi’s words meant and noted down a few more points for his assignment.

“Please tell me Namjoon did not just ask that,” Yoongi took a deep breath before proceeding, “Look, we all know that you have the most obvious crush on (Y/N) so just go and confess ok?”

It was true. Ever since you’d moved into the flat right opposite to his, Namjoon’s been talking about you non-stop.

But he continued to pretend like he didn’t hear Yoongi.

Seokjin and Hoseok, who were tired of their constant bickering and Namjoon’s denial, decided to take matters into their own hands.

“Yoongi’s right Joon,” Seokjin shared a mischievous glance with Hoseok before continuing, “If you don’t do anything, we will.” He declared, standing up and making his way to where you were sitting with Hoseok following in suit.

Namjoon started panicking even more when Yoongi decided to join Jin and Hobi as well, because he knew; oh he knew that they would not hold back. So he quickly ran after them and tried to convince them to back out.

“Guys, come on!” He begged, “I promise I will ask them out one day, but please please don’t do anything now,” It was too late now. Taehyung had spotted the lot of them walking up to your table.

“(Y/N), look!” You winced as Jungkook elbowed you harshly.

“What, dumbass--” Kim Namjoon was standing in front of you.

For a moment, you felt your entire surroundings become a blur and you could only see Kim Namjoon in all his 6ft glory. And as soon as it came, it was gone because you had to remind yourself that people were watching.

“Jin-hyung! What’s up?” Jungkook hits the other man’s arm in greeting.

“Stop hitting me, punk,” They started doing their own thing again, forcing Hoseok to take over.

“We heard you guys talk something about rivers and we were bored so we decided to join lmao,” Hoseok dragged one of the chairs from a nearby table and slumped.

“Damn, I didn’t realise we were that loud,” Tae rubbed his neck sheepishly.

“It was necessary though! I mean it's not everyday we come to know that our best friend never visited the Han River at night,” All eyes were on you after Jimin’s statement.

“Wait (Y/N) really?” You nodded reluctantly. “I lived pretty far away plus I had strict parents so…” You hoped they would drop the topic here, and were extremely thankful when they did.

“Well, I'm sure you’ll have plenty more opportunities to visit. So don’t worry!” Seokjin cheered you up a little.

Your phone started ringing from nowhere and apparently your boss wanted you to collect some files to write a report on from the main office so you quickly informed your friends and bade them farewell.

Collecting the files wasn't the hard part. The hard part was walking home with no one except your thoughts to keep you company. You thought about what your friends said about the Han river and decided to make a trip if you were done with your work.

It sucked to admit it, but they were probably right. The Han River must be really mesmerising for them to talk about it so much and you found yourself suddenly envious of the rest of them.

Night strolls weren’t an option in your old neighbourhood; and though the new one wasn’t bad, you were busy with both uni and your internship. I mean being able to read your fanfics itself was a luxury and these hoes expected you to take a leisure stroll? Keep dreaming luv <3

You said all that to say, but you were still thinking about going there tonight. It seemed like immense fun and plus, it would be your first midnight stroll. You just hoped, with all your might, that you would be able to finish the work as soon as possible.

Lo and behold! 3 cups of coffee later, you were done!

To celebrate, you blasted some music on the speakers and danced along to the lyrics, bopping your head along to the beats.

Namjoon looked at your dancing form through his window. You seemed like you were having a lot of fun, he concluded, an amused grin now apparent on his face. Judging by the way you seemed to have fun, Namjoon concluded that you must've been done with the work you mentioned you had.

Namjoon did not know the practicality of this, but he had a very random idea to take you on a riverside date. And you know what? He was going to do it. Fuck Yoongi, he’s going to prove it to the rest of them that he, indeed, could ask you out.

And so he took out a random book and wrote a message on it, Taylor Swift’s You Belong With Me style.

He did not know where this sudden confidence came from, but he took a small pebble from his rock collection and chucked it across to make sure it hit your window (yes, he was careful not to break it) and waited for your response.

You, on the other hand, were confused. Your mini-dance session was interrupted by a clink! Against your window and you went to check for the source of the sound; only to be met with Kim Namjoon’s waving form.

You panicked internally, not knowing what to do in front of the man you obviously had a thing for. And you were even more confused when he held up a paper with something on it.

“Do you want to go on a riverside walk with me?” It read.

Apparently, you could not form words so that’s fun =D. Instead, you chose to stand there like 🧍🏽and just nod in response. Namjoon gave you a beautiful dimpled smile with a thumbs up before closing the curtains to his window and switching his lights off.

It was only now that you were hit with the epiphany that you were going on what was essentially a midnight date with the Kim Namjoon and boy, oh boy, you were most certainly NOT prepared for it.

Rushing to your closet, you threw on your most comfortable pair of outerwear (and of course made sure you looked presentable) before chewing like 5 breath mints and grabbing your scarf (and your apartment keys) to go and meet Namjoon.

“Hey,” He smiled.

“Hey,” You replied, still breathless.

“Ready to go?” Namjoon asked and you nodded in response. You noticed that he hid something in his bag but made no comment and instead fell into a steady pace beside him.

The walk to the river was not awkward at all, thanks to Namjoon’s ability to radiate comfort. Which was a blessing cause otherwise you would definitely have embarrassed yourself by now.

You didn't even realise that you’d reached your destination until you noticed the numerous cars and lights.

“Woah.” You had no words for the sight in front of you.

“It's beautiful, isn't it?” Namjoon chuckled and sighed, “I love coming here. It never gets old.” He stares off into the distance.

You get it now. The way the bridge lit up, the view, the vibe, everything. It was enthralling. And the fact that it was Namjoon who was with you made this 1000 times better.

You were so absorbed with admiring the view in front of you that your dumbass didn't notice Namjoon staring at you. There was just something so absolutely adorable and endearing in the way your eyes lit up and seemed to sparkle at the sight in front of the both of you.

“Namjoon, look!” You grab the sleeve of his hoodie, “Purple lights!” He quickly snaps a picture of not only the scenery in front of him, but also you. You who were so excited to see this view at midnight for the first time.

You spent a bit more time admiring the view, goofing off, and taking pictures before finally deciding that it was time for the both of you to head back. As upset as you were, you took comfort in knowing that you could visit this place more often hereon.

The conversation on the walk back home was one that you would never forget.

“No way… Here I was thinking that alpha and beta were just limited to greek alphabet and math,” The look of horror on Namjoon’s face when you explained omegaverse was something that you desperately wanted a picture of, and regretted not taking one.

“It’s a thing that definitely exists, and though I may not be a fan of it; I think a lot of people are into that kind of thing.”

“Interesting,” He comments, pausing. “Say, would the title ‘My Alpha mate’ qualify as omegaverse?” His sudden question caught you off guard.

“I think so… Why do you ask?”

“I think… I think Yoongi-hyung is into omegaverse.” Even though you did not mean to, you burst out in laughter. Yoongi being into reading stories centering around dom alpha mating rituals was something you never needed to know but were glad you did.

You continued explaining the various fanfiction tropes to the other male, especially your favourite ones.

“Oh, I once remember reading this amazing Zuko, Sokka and Suki fic somewhere and I genuinely think that it should be nominated for the Nobel prize,” Namjoon looked at you affectionately while you rambled about the plot of the story.

“And at the end--” You paused, looking behind you and caught Namjoon standing with a camera in his hands.

“Sorry, you just looked so beautiful, I had to take a picture.” You were sure you looked like the capillaries in your face burst.

There were a lot of things Namjoon was proud about, and making you blush that hard was definitely on his top 5.

“L-let’s go, dork.” You try your best to brush it off but KIM NAMJOON JUST COMPLIMENTED YOU STFU OK YOU WERE ALLOWED TO CRY.

Anyways, y’all reached your apartment complex sooner than the both of you wanted, and honestly? Neither of you wanted the other to go.

“So,” “Actually--” You both begin at the same time. Flustered, you gestured to Namjoon to go ahead with what he wanted to say and assured him that what you wanted to say wasn’t of any major importance.

“I actually bought something for you,” He took a small bag out of his backpack and handed it to you. “It’s a collection of poems and short stories that i wrote for-for you,” He flushed and avoided making eye-contact with you.

“Namjoon, I--”

“You don’t need to read it, but I just wanted to give them to you because… because I really like you.” It was your turn to blush (again).

“Of course I will read it, you idiot. I’m literally in love with you, what makes you think I won't?” Namjoon widened his eyes and proceeded to smile bashfully, pulling you into a tight hug.

“You have no idea how happy I am right now,” He admits, swaying you around in his arms. You nuzzle deeper into his warm embrace and whisper--

“Thank you for everything, Joonie.”

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Hiiii! I don't know if it's late for sending this, but I kinda wanted to share this. I'm so sorry if it's long or something... I really hope you enjoy it.

You see, the thought of wedding began to swim in my head since I was 6. I know it's too early for that, but idk why. I always dreamt of getting married, having a lavish wedding ceremony... I used to wear my mother's white chiffon scarf as a veil with my white dress which I used to wear when I was 3 or 4 (It was so tight!). But there would be a huge smile on my face.

As I got older, I realised I can't wear a white gown on my wedding day. As a Bangladeshi, I have to wear red saree with gold jewellery, which aren't bad, but I lowkey want to wear a white gown with a pretty veil, holding a beautiful bouquet of different flowers. Just thinking myself seeing in one makes me smile. When I went to Melbourne and was outside for shopping, I'd stop in front of a store that sold wedding gowns. I'd just stare wistfully at them.

One day, out of nowhere, a thought crossed my mind. I'm in a beautiful white dress that I saw on pinterest, walking down the aisle... and in the end of the aisle, Sugawara is standing, wearing a fancy three piece suit. He looks at me and... time just stops. Tear begins to roll down his cheeks... mine too. When I get there, he holds my hand, still crying, he says how he's elated that I'm with him. And I just 🥺

I know it got a bit self indulgent, but I couldn't help myself, because it's Sugawara. And I literally become like Monica from "Friends" when it comes to wedding. Like I have a pinboard full of ideas, wedding playlists, I've also decided what kind of invitations I want for my wedding...

I think I rambled enough. Have a beautifully nice day!

— from elle ! hi hi,, nope you're not too late :) there isn't really a deadline for this, you can pretty much send in stuff any time you want so no worries ! self-indulgent is also perfectly fine, reading what you sent in made me smile and ig part of the appeal of fanfic (and writing in general) is the escapism and imagining yourself in all these different scenarios. anyways, quick lil walking down the aisle drabble feat. a f!reader under the cut (as usual). tysm for this and i hope you are having a wonderful day. <3

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“calm down, everything’s going to be fine.” asahi tried to reassure, placing a hand on his friend’s shoulder in a futile attempt to make him relax.

suga was currently sweating buckets, wringing his hands together in complete and utter nervousness. the ceremony was meant to start in just a couple of minutes and various questions invaded his mind: what if something goes wrong? what if you end up regretting saying yes to his proposal? what if you resent him for the rest of your lives? what if you don’t show up at all?

his train of thought was cut off by daichi shaking his shoulders, snapping him out of his trance once and for all, “the ceremony is about to start any second and you look like you’re about to run away—”

suga’s eyes widened, immediately cutting off his best man, “what? no i would never even think of doing that? do i really look that freaked out?”

“you do,” daichi laughed, shaking his head at suga, “but you love her, don’t you?”

“more than i can even imagine.”

“and she loves you,” daichi smiled, “you’re about to marry the love of your life. seconds from now, she’s going to walk through those doors and you’re going to ask yourself what you were so nervous for in the first place.”

suga nodded, letting out a breath. the beating of his heart was still as loud as it had been, maybe even more as he began to hear the familiar tune of a piano playing. but at least the butterflies in his stomach begin to settle, keeping his hands folded in front of him as the wedding party walked down the aisle.

the smile on his face widens as the flower girls walk down, throwing petals in each and every possible direction — some even threw them directly at the guests. of course, the crowd only cooed at them, thinking it was absolutely adorable. suga also gives quick little high five to the ring bearer after he had given them to best man, those who looked on swooned at the sweet little gesture.

the piano’s tune changes, the wedding march plays. the doors open to reveal you.

suga’s smile falters, a shaky exhale leaving his lips as he muttered out a quiet, “woah.”

time stops; everyone and everything is an afterthought to you walking towards him. his entire world is making her way to where he was, holding a bouquet of her favorite flowers, in the most beautiful dress. you glowed, a smile on your face and a couple of escaping the corners of your eyes. the music has been reduced to a whisper that played in the back of his mind, the crowd nothing but a hazy blur. you’re the only thing in the room worth taking in at the moment.

suga wasn’t even aware that he had begun crying until daichi hands him a handkerchief, “told you so, buddy.”

you finally take your place in front of him, handing your bouquet to your maid of honor. your knees feel like they’re about to give in, seeing suga with nothing but pure love and adoration in his eyes, taking in every single inch of you.

“hi.” you whispered, unsure of what exactly to say. there’s nothing but silence, that and shaky breathing and the pounding of your hearts. this is actually happening, there’s no turning back now.

suga takes your hands in his, thumbs gently brushing over the back of your hand, like he was trying to make sure that you were real; that you weren’t plucked straight out of his dreams, that any moment he’d wake up. he smiled at you, the corners of his eyes crinkling in the process, “i'm the luckiest person on the planet.”

“no, i am.”

suga chuckled, shaking his head. daichi was right, what was he so nervous for in the first place? especially when there’s no one else he’d rather wait for at the end of the aisle.

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hello tsuki! i hope you’ve been well!

it makes sense!! it even gives annie more depth! it’s actually very interesting to read one fic after the other because you can really see annie’s development! you did such a great job. and i’m sorry if it was in one of the fics and i missed it/forgot about it but when did reader learn about annie being a titan?

all of the ideas you listed sound so good, especially the reunion, it sounds very emotional! i understand about annie getting to grow old, i was so happy for her and reiner! they deserve some peace now. and about the fics you’re currently working on, i can’t wait to read all of them!! they’re all about characters that i love and i’m even more excited to talk about them with you askfhehj

i love their teacher too!! she’s the most badass housewife i’ve ever seen.

oh i see! i wonder why it’s not more popular then, considering how loved aot is.

i understand why you call it your masterpiece! there isn’t one line that doesn’t sound great, it’s all perfect!

i actually wanted to re-read part 2 today but then saw that historia one shot, i am not a fan of her at all but since you’re the one that wrote it i wanted to give it a try and i do not regret it!! i really loved the details like “She’ll unfasten the buckles of your maneuvering gear with expertise and skill she could have only gained from being a soldier herself” reminding us of her past! the line “...had to do with your big fat gay crush on Historia.” actually made me laugh out loud. the rhythm of the fic is also so good, it made me as impatient as historia for reader to come back and then as stressed as reader when it started to get steamy! the descriptions were as good as always, it looks so dreamy to sleep in historia’s bed and use her bathroom omg leaving the barracks to live in a place like this must have been a shock!

then the smut part was really good as always, i like the way you write it because it doesn't seem “too much” like you can read in some wlw fanfics, and my favourite part is that it didn’t stop right after the smut, the whole part after that was so sweet!

so yeah it’s the first time i actually like historia in a fanfic (or at all almost) so congratulations lol! in your fic she is soft but not innocent but still isn’t extremely kinky like some may portray her, it’s the perfect balance!

oh yelena definitey is a psycopath, but seeing her in the game would be entertaining (at least from the outside)! she really is hot, i can’t wait for her last scenes to be animated, i’m waiting for it more than some important scenes lmao.

also i wanted to say thank you for all the content you provide us (i realised i haven't said it before)(i can't believe i get to read all of that for free!!) you're one of my favourite writers on here and interacting with you is really fun and always so nice! 🥰

-j

hey friend! i haven't been doing too hot lately but i feel better after hearing from you! 😍 i really messed up my knee, nobody knows wtf is wrong with it & i need to go back to the doctor because it's not getting better 😖

cries, thank you! i might put all the annie stories that share TRNT reader in a series on ao3 or something, i had been thinking about that in the past. i might even edit the masterlist although I'm not sure how exactly yet, just that I want it to be labeled if that makes sense? and no, i have not written reader's reaction to finding out that Annie is a titan, mostly because that shit hurts me. she would've found out alongside everyone else though... as much as Annie loved/loves reader, she's so convinced that that she wouldn't or couldn't understand so she never tells R anything. R's biggest reaction is like "well u didn't even give me a chance..." and she really wants Annie to wake up so they can talk about it. unfortunately Annie's biggest fear is exactly what reader wants/needs, to learn all of her motives and ask the questions she never had the chance to ask.

well, aot has giant zombies and the big mystery of humanity thing going for it. fma 03 is not quite so fantastical to begin with. and then by contrast the quick pacing of brotherhood turns a lot of people off to the slow burn storytelling.

hnnnng nobody ever reviews part 2 of cold hands cold heart because smut is embarrassing i guess so if you still wanna send that you totally can >>>>>> I don't have to publish the ask if you don't want to me to wwjwowkwkwk

oh damn that's so nice 🤗🥳 i feel so powerful when people tell me that i've made something they like with a character they don't. tbh historia's character got ruined in the end with the baby and ...being a fascist... but i loved her so much in seasons 2 and 3. royal govt arc supremacy. i kinda hate the way the fandom interprets her too. shhh it's okay, just come over here and pretend like the shitty interpretations don't exist... tbh I think historia would be very lonely and sad, maybe a little bit demanding but not a total freak lmao. aa thank you so much as always!! i thought it turned out so cute & i'm glad you agree!

i totally agree. same with how in canon she'll be saying something balls to the wall crazy and i'm just like 🤩😍 i'd be doing the same thing in any interpretation of Yelena lmaooo i do really know how to pick em, huh? i love my crazies on this blog. i shrieked and shrieked when we got multiple yelena shots in that s4 p2 trailer!! im going to combust

oh my god 🥺 you're welcome j! that's so kind of you, you so totally didn't have to say that for me to know - there's thanks in every ask u send me! you're amazing and I appreciate you so much 😍🤗

oh btw! if you ever want to send me multiple messages that's totally fine. i'm also trying not to come off as like 👇😠🤬 send more asks lmao because it's more like, i just had my normal schedule disrupted bc knee and then i had the biggest zone out of all time & forgot to speak to anybody besides my wife and maybe my mom for days at a time, oops.

#j anon #tsuki answers #fma #snk #annie-isms #trnt annie #yelena brainrot #cottagecanon

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