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gloomforrestrunes · 20 hours

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Chapter 2, Page 62

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#fnth comic #webcomic #ch 2 #laxo paxon #orika fern #also hii asks are open again. i have not made an announcement post about it soz but they very much are open again

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knitmeapainting · 9 months

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Night breakfast is black light reactive, as it deserves. A stack of waffles with a scoop of butter on the top, under the moonlight.

All my Midnight Burger paintings

#midnight burger #ch 2

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carrotblr · 9 months

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exactly the type of silliness i want in my ice hockey manga

#dogsred #ch 2

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imberlae · 2 years

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#inukai san wa kakure dekiai joushi #jou itosugi #manga #mangacap #ch 2 #imberlae

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masked-alien-lesbian · 2 years

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I love that the fact that the LIs are women are considered in this story! It helps make them seem as if they’re not m!coded.

#choices guinevere #guinevere #choices #pixelberry #playchoices #choices vip #vip spoilers #ch 1 #ch 2 #queen artura #artura #f!Arthur #Lancelot #f!lancelot

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yanny-77 · 1 year

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Sweet Waters of Spring Part II

SJM Romance Week Day 7+1: Sorry it’s late, please forgive me

Summary: Azriel takes care of a problem while Gwyn sleeps. The next morning, Azriel comes face to face with his feelings.

Friends to Lovers

Only One Tent

Everyone Knows but Them

Fated Mates

SJM Series: ACOTAR

Primary Ship: Gwynriel

Rating: Explicit

Chapters: 2/2

Word Count: 5,554

Notes: Technically, this is a complete work, but if I get 100 Kudos, I’ll write a third chapter

I’ll be honest, the is one of my favorite works I’ve written. It’s got smut and tenderness all rolled into one. 🥰

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2

Excerpt:

Gwyn was nearly senseless as he demanded pleasure from her body. The sound of her begging him to let her come had release racing down his spine. He imagined her head tipping back, exposing her long, elegant neck as he sucked a bruise. The purple mark was beautiful on her pale skin because it meant that she was his and his alone. Mine. Mine. Mine, his heart seemed to chant.

Read Ch 2 Now on AO3

Thanks to @poisonivy206 for your help with this!!

@sjmromanceweek

#sorry I’m late #still procrastinating #better late than never #sjm romance week #gwynriel #sweet water of spring #Ch 2

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jojolandsost · 1 year

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#matte kudasai #king crimson #discipline #ref: stand #ref: usagi alohaoe #ch 2 #ch 2 - the japanese person on hawai'i island

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tikus-library · 1 year

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"Three Story House"

Avengers AU - Chapter 2

Posted: April 19th

WARNINGS: Physical violence, Canon typical violence, Steve being very unlike Steve (for the story)

Like, Comments, & Reblogs are always appreciated and loved.

**Please Do Not Repost or 'Fix' My Work**

@star-trekkin-across-theuniverse

How long had it been?

It had been too long. He had left knowing what he wanted. He thought he knew. Yes. Yes, he had left to be with his number one girl. Who could blame him? To go back to Peggy? Live the life he should have had? Hadn't he done enough? He followed orders, did what others wouldn't, faced countless enemies, and he had never thought he could have the life he had wanted so badly.

#three story house #ch 2 #steve rogers #bucky barnes #avengers au

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mistbornbaby · 1 year

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The Mistborn obviously hoped Vin’s concern for her servant would draw her attention away, perhaps letting him escape.

He was wrong.

Vin ignored the coins, dashing forward. Even as OreSeur cried out in pain—a dozen coins piercing his skin—Vin threw her staff at the Mistborn’s head.

Man, I think something big would have to happen for me to not like OreSeur. Just the impression I’ve gotten of him this book and last, I have no bad feelings toward the dude. Like, I get why Vin doesn’t like him, but as far as I’m concerned? He did right by Kelsier, he did everything that was asked of him, and even now is apparently still doing his job! Yes, to be fair, I’d be uhhh a little unnerved by the guy for a while, if I saw him take on the appearance of a newly dead friend after eating his corpse, but I don’t get this lasting abhorrence Vin has for him. I think I’m supposed to feel that way as the reader? But doggone Vin, give the guy a break!! That had to hurt, kandra or not!

#well of ascension #ch 2 #vin #oreseur

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thecowboykatsuki-anon · 2 years

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Wild Hearts: Chapter 2

Summary: It’s been 6 years since Katsuki Bakugou walked out on you and your hometown without an explanation. 6 long years of humiliation and heartbreak. So what happens when he walks back into your life asking for a favor? You know he’s not good for you, but what if your heart doesn’t?

Genre: angst, eventual smut, hurt, comfort, pining, slow burn, MDNI

CW: language, smoking, threats

Word Count: 1390

"Aunt Y/N!" a soft voice cut through the harsh sounds of the bar, and you carefully tracked the head of blonde curls from behind the bar as it weaved around the tables to reach you, earning a few curious glances.

"Grace, what the hell do you think you're doing? Just because I own the saloon doesn't mean you get to run on in here anytime you want," you scolded gently, setting a glass of whisky in front of the man you'd been in the middle of serving at the bar before kneeling in front of your twelve-year-old niece. "Understand?" you asked seriously, brows raised.

It had nothing to do with it being bad for business, these men could drink in the next town over if it bothered them that much, but for Grace's safety, she shouldn't be here. Most of the men who came in were drifters with short tempers and nothing to lose; a gunfight could break out any second, a fact you were far too aware of.

The young girl nodded solemnly, and your features softened, tucking a stray curl behind Grace's ear. "Now, Ms. Mallery, what can I do for you?" you smiled, and Grace stretched on her toes to peer over the bar, grooves from countless knives etched into the dark wood.

"Mama said she wanted me to see if Mr. Iida is around. She wants to ask if our new dresses have arrived yet," she explained.

You sighed softly. Tenya and your sister, Janie, had a strained relationship. Almost as strained as the one between the two of you. You straightened up to scan the saloon, finally locating the raven-haired co-owner of the general store.

"Go tell your mother I'm asking him right now," you mumbled. "but go out the back," you added quickly as the young girl looked to run back through the main room, and Grace nodded, pausing in the doorway. "Want me to tell her you said hello?" she asked curiously.

You turned away, sadness tugging at your heart for the loss of closeness you used to share with your elder sister. "Only if you think she'd like to hear it," you finally said softly, wiping down the bar one last time.

Grace disappeared with a nod, and you steeled herself to approach Iida's poker game. You loaded a tray with a couple new shots of whisky as a peace offering before making your way over to the table, hoping they'd leave you be, but luck didn't seem to be on your side. Most of the men playing were locals, and this particular group never missed a chance to mock you or get grabby, and today was no different.

"Training the sheriff's daughter to be a whore like you? He ain't gonna like that," John, the sheriff's right-hand man, snickered as you set the glasses in front of them, and you gazed coldly at him across the table.

"Don't call me that. I'm not a whore," you muttered. "And Tom can shove a stick of dynamite up his ass for all I care," you hissed, turning to Iida. "I know you aren't working the store today, but Janie sent Grace in to ask if you'd gotten in this week's shipment yet?" you asked apologetically, wiping your hands on your skirt as the rest of the group grumbled, your blatant disrespect for your sister's husband igniting their tempers.

Iida nodded, tossing his cards down. "I'm losing anyway; I'll go check now," he murmured, handing you enough money to pay for his drinks, leaving without another word.

You watched him go, sadness tugging at your heart. There was a time when you'd been able to call Tenya a friend, considered him a brother even. But that had been 6 years ago. Things changed.

"Better wrap it up. I may close early tonight," you snapped to the remaining men, having no intention of actually doing it but wanting them gone nonetheless.

The rest of the evening passed quickly, nothing out of the ordinary happening, save for a fistfight you'd had to break up over a seat. As closing time inched closer, the poker players got rowdier, drawing curious or sour glances from the drifters once in a while.

"How much?" John asked, leaning against the bar, lazily drawing his eyes over you as you cleaned a glass, only half paying attention to him.

"Three bits for the cheap stuff, four for the rest. You know that," you replied evenly, lifting a brow. Your guard was down, so lost in your thoughts that you didn't even realize the rest of the group was snickering a couple of seats away.

"Any of you got three bits on you?" he called to them before turning his gaze back on you, his smile freezing you in your tracks. "I think I just found a whore," he grinned, and your heart dropped.

You turned your face away from him and the others who laughed hysterically at the joke as you bit down on the side of your cheek, forcing yourself not to cry, not to let them see how much they wounded you.

He leaned further over the bar to continue, his voice dropping slightly as if sharing a secret. "So, tell me, how much did Bakugou pay?" he smirked, and fury, mixed with betrayal, shot through your body at the sound of his name. You turned angrily on him, jaw clenched, and stared him down. "Pay your tab and get the hell out," you growled. "We're closed."

John's eyes darkened with anger, but he slammed money on the bar regardless, leaving with the others trailing behind, hands shoved in their pockets as they cursed you under their breath.

You stood shaking behind the bar as you hung your head, anger quickly dissipating as sadness rolled through your body, your hair shielding the tears threatening to flood your cheeks. You clamped your jaws shut to keep the cries inside, trying to force yourself to be strong, telling yourself not to think about him.

You should've been used to it, should've been used to the humiliation, to the pain that accompanied Katsuki's name. It had been six goddam years, after all.

And yet, you still weren't. Still, even a slight mention of him or his name sent you spiraling out of control, unable to keep your emotions in check.

You hated him.

You swiped at your cheeks roughly as a couple tears slipped out, finally forcing yourself to move on and to count how much they'd paid, dismayed to find they hadn't paid in full but not surprised.

You let out a deep breath, glad your piano player hadn't worked that night. You darkened the lamps in the saloon and quietly padded to the second floor to your small bedroom with feet almost as heavy as your heart.

You didn't bother changing, the task seeming too exhausting at that moment, and flopped onto your bed, staring up at the ceiling. For a while, you resisted the urge to pull the familiar scrap of paper out of the pocket of your skirt, weakly vowing to yourself that you'd throw it out someday.

With a deep sigh, your resolve crumbled, and you slid the worn playing card out of your pocket, gently unfolding it with two fingers. The edge of the faded card was slightly torn, and a water ring from a glass you'd set on it once cut across the queen's face and the heart in the bottom right corner.

You still didn't know why you'd insisted on keeping the damn thing all these years, but you couldn't force yourself to get rid of it for some reason.

You shook your head, silently cursing your heart for being so weak, and tucked the card under a book on the bedside table, turning your back to it and shutting your eyes.

As sleep eluded you, you imagined, not for the first time, what life would be like if you ever got the guts to leave town. But deep down, you knew you'd never do it.

Even after all these years, you secretly believed he'd come back, even if you'd never admit it. You drifted off, thinking of the blonde cowboy with the crooked grin, and found yourself wishing, not for the first time, that he'd never walked in or out of your life.

#wild west au #wild hearts #wild hearts chapter 2 #outlaw au #outlaw!bakugou #mha #bakugou x you #bnha bakugou #bakugo katsuki #bakugou katsuki #cowboy!Katsuki #cowboy!bakugo #Bakugo x reader #Bakugou fic #t writes #cowboy anon writes #thecowboyanon writes #wild hearts ch 2 #ch 2

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gloomforrestrunes · 15 days

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Chapter 2, Page 59

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#fnth comic #webcomic #ch 2 #nex blackwood #laxo paxon #abuse tw #tw abuse

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ifacotarwasgood · 9 months

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why is chapter 2 of acotar bad? some short craft lessons

CH 2

click here for the full comparison between the original chapter and my revision.

DISCLAIMER: this is not an exhaustive list.

heightened prose style = distracting

we're told feyre barely has a formal education and has nearly turned feral in her struggle to keep her family alive, but we're supposed to believe her internal monologue sounds like:

My father had once convinced a passing charlatan to trade the engravings against faerie harm in exchange for for one of his wood carvings. There was so little that my father was ever able to do for us that I hadn't possessed the heart to tell him the engravings were useless...and undoubtedly fake.

using heightened diction and formal sentence structure isn't inherently problematic, but it sounds uppity and pedantic, which doesn't match feyre's characterization at all. instead, it just sounds like sjm's authorial voice.

it also makes every sentence real clunky, which is...not good.

thin characterization = the archerons are a bunch of losers

elain, nesta, and papa archeron are barely described beyond how useless and helpless they are. while this puts feyre's competence into greater relief, it also makes it hard for the reader to care about her main motivation, which is to keep them alive.

why should we care about their survival when feyre describes her family like:

The undercurrent of hunger honed [Elain's] words into a sharpness that had become too common in recent weeks. No mention of the blood on me. I'd long since given up hope of them actually noticing whether I came back from the woods every evening. At least until they got hungry again.

???

sections like this remind us again and again of feyre's resentment toward her family, but we're also told that her only motivation is to keep them safe. it's a very tricky needle to thread, and I don't think sjm does it successfully. I end up being annoyed by them all equally.

this isn't how people talk, sarah

sjm's dialogue is real bad.

on one hand, it's bad because of the word choice. again, the diction is so heightened it just doesn't feel believable, especially since this chapter focuses on family members bickering.

an example. nesta says:

"I thought all you wanted was for us to get out of the house—to marry off me and Elain so you can have enough time to paint your glorious masterpieces."

but a) real people don't talk in complex sentence constructions, especially when they're agitated. and b) "glorious masterpieces" is so distracting I genuinely rolled my eyes when I first read it.

dialogue isn't accurate to real life speech—the same way fiction in general doesn't match real life exactly. real people talk about nothing most of the time when we want characters to talk about something relevant.

but dialogue has to balance mimicking real life speech while not cleaving to how any of us really speak. it has to reflect speech's cadence without its disorganization (which is why we don't clutter our written dialogue with "um"s and "uh"s; readers will skip over that shit anyway).

sharper (i.e., more efficient), simpler dialogue will almost always sound the most natural on the page.

on the other hand, sjm's dialogue is bad because it doesn't seem to be guided toward any particular emotional or logical revelation. (this is a symptom caused by sjm's larger problem with writing scene arcs.)

the argument at the end of this chapter jumps around until apparently sjm felt like it went on long enough, and then nesta flounces away, delivering this killing blow:

"You're just a half-wild beast with the nerve to bark orders at all hours of the day and night. Keep it up, and someday—someday, Feyre, you'll have no one left to remember you, or to care that you ever existed."

except it's not a killing blow.

partly because it's in response to...well, nothing. before this, feyre says nesta would be a burden to the mandrays (which is repeated, in slightly different language, earlier in the conversation), but that's not really what their argument is about.

what's happening beneath the dialogue is a power struggle between nesta, who believes she can marry tomas mandray on her own authority, and feyre, who's decided she's the head of the family and vetoes that decision. nesta delivering a killing blow should be in response to feyre putting her foot down for good. and what she says should be more specific to their specific power dynamic.

so that's what I did in my revision. here's the link again if you want to read it in its entirety!

#a little craft lesson as a treat #if anyone has any specific craft-related questions lmk #I could talk about this stuff forever #ch 2 #acotar #sjm critical #acotar critical #anti acotar #writing advice #writing

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frecklesandfanfics · 1 year

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/43321690/chapters/110303614

The Griffin House seems like a dead thing itself, the windows are all dark. When Bellamy was a kid the Griffins decorated for Christmas, flashing lights that must’ve cost a fortune in electricity. As he got older he’d remember their display and think nothing else could quite match up to it.

#i only miss you when it snows #bellarke #fanfic #bellamy blake #clarke fucking griffin #jackie writes!#jasper Jordan #Monty green #snow #Christmas #angst #mystery #small towns #rough homecoming #ch 2

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imberlae · 1 year

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