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gintrinsic-writing · 3 months

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One Week In

For @meanlesbean! CW: body horror

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It was an honest mistake. That was the best thing that could be said about the situation.

“What’s happening to him?” Warriors demanded, staring at the crystal laying mere inches from Time’s shadow-cloaked body. “What is that thing?”

Twilight snatched the crystal up before anyone else could touch it. The urge to transform pulled at him, dark magic prickling beneath his skin. He was able to resist only due to experience. “It’s a magical item. I didn’t mean for—”

“It’s cursed!” Legend snapped. Several of the rings on his fingers flashed threateningly as he took a step back.

Suddenly, the shadows around Time condensed and sharpened into little black prisms that dimmed the light around them. When they fell away, they dissipated like spun sugar on the tongue.

Time’s skin melted much the same way.

“Sweet Hylia,” Sky breathed. Then the screaming began.

Time doubled over and howled, the sound too guttural to be Hylian. The flesh of his hands peeled and curled, large splinters of wood sprouting from the joints of his fingers. The vertebrae along his back fractured, each loud pop accompanied by a protrusion of heavily keratinized skin. He clawed at the sides of his face as if reaching for something, the pits of his eyes—first blue, then orange, then a depthless black—leaking jelly and blood. He grew and shrank and grew again, his clothes splitting at the seams. The muscles between his ribs parted as though from a sharp instrument, the overlying skin fluttering with every pained, shrieking exhale.

“The Master Sword!” Twilight ordered frantically, his pulse racing from fear. “Sky, touch him with the sword! Hurry!”

After that, it was over almost as quickly as it began. Sky pressed the flat of the blade against one of Time’s spasming legs, and they all watched in horror as the transformations ceased; scales fell away like confetti, claws sloughed from weeping nail beds, fibrous roots slithered out of abused veins. Time wailed where he lie.

Before Twilight could summon his wits enough to move, there was a metal rasp, then a blade was held to his throat. “You better have a good fucking explanation, dark,” Legend hissed, ignoring the startled sounds from the other heroes. “I’m not inclined to give a second chance.”

#the shadow crystal really be showing your Other Form huh???#head canon that the transformative masks have left permanent marks on OoT Link #and the Crystal brings them all to the forefront at once #poor time what a miserable wretch #of course legend chooses the path most paranoid #(can you blame him)#imaging this only several days into their quest #so trust hasn't been established #and not every hero has been accounted for #shadow crystal #lu time #lu twilight #lu legend #lu fic #linked universe #gintrinsic writing #lu sky #lu warriors

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oetscop · 2 days

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this is kinda old and i almost didnt post it. i kinda gave up on making a full rainer ref like i did with daniel soooo take this ^}^

this is after 1997 and before 2000 when he went missing for good.

#eyes #my art #petscop #petscop art #petscop fanart #rainer hammond #petscop rainer #i like to think the reason his stuff is in the marks garage is bc daniel nlm was just squatting in there #so now she like refuses to speak to him #mostly bc she only just got care back and they didnt even want to be living there in the first place #same night he was trying to get a picture of care #almost breaking the door down #anna had never seen him cry before so it was jarring #you can imagine why she went no contact #he actually stays in contact with belle for like. a really long time #theyd leave silent messages on their answering machine until she left for college #she reported them missing and nothing came of it #idk why im saying all this LSJSKSJSKSHSJ I PROMISE ILL WRITE AN ACTUAL FIC OR SMTH ONE DAY

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throughtrialbyfire · 7 months

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Fic Author Self-Rec!

tagged by the lovely @mareenavee , thank you so much!! <3

tagging @dirty-bosmer @orfeoarte @gilgamish @umbracirrus @totally-not-deacon @v1ctory-or-sovngarde @thequeenofthewinter and YOU!! no pressure to participate, and if you haven't written 5 fics, feel free to just talk about whichever ones you have!!

Rules:

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love!

i'm going to paste each fics summary, and then go on my tangents!

An Inner Sanctity

Two months after attempting to utilize the Eye of Magnus and gain it's power, Ancano wakes up in an unfamiliar cottage, being cared for by the very person he intended to destroy. Navigating their strange and new dynamic, the Thalmor agent finds he may be offered second chance at life, but whether or not he takes it is another story.

this fic is a huge work of exploration into what indoctrination can do to someone who has never known any different, and how that can affect things as broad as worldviews and as personal as one-on-one dynamics with people. it's also partially catharsis-fic, as giving ancano some of my own mental and physical issues and dialing it up to 10000000000% is a hell of a lot of fun. i love seeing that old man suffer and then earn his rise from the ashes. plus, using athenath in a fic where they cant rely on the other two of the trio - as this is in an AU i call the "athenath solo run" - forces me to think of how they would handle situations on his own. spoiler? not too well.

it's on a hiatus at the moment despite having a pretty long backlog, i just don't have the motivation right now to edit and write more for it, but that definitely will change in the future, because i really love exploring ancano's psyche and how he begins to grow and change.

also the fic title comes from the song "Twilight" by Bôa, while that doesnt have anything to do with the fic, i loved the line "you give me an inner sanctity", sooooo <3

The Mark You Left

Two scientists realize, upon losing contact with Dr. Richtofen, that they are truly alone in the aftermath of their actions.

i don't have 5 fics for TES, so have my singular CoD Zombies fic as well! i've had a special interest in the ultimis timeline of CoD Zombies since uhhhh 2011? maybe? sometimes it lays dormant for months and then all of the sudden i think about it daily, especially the dynamics between Dr. Schuster, Dr. Richtofen, and Dr. Groph. so, i wrote this as a bit of a loveletter to a fandom i no longer am part of, but still have a lot of fondness for. it's a quick read that hits on this concept of ultimate betrayal in the aftermath of literally betraying someone else for that person. two people dealing with that, processing that, and what they'll do in the wake of all of this.

the title for this fic comes from the song "Birds" by BENN, who used to make CoD Zombies-based songs before rewriting/redoing them for his own original work!!

Portraits Under Forgotten Suns

A collection of short one-shot fics done for TESFest 2023. A werewolf in his cage, a Bosmer alchemists' first memory, a Dunmer mage's quiet contemplation, a humble keeper's last look at the place he's called home, a sailor's fate at the wreck of the Brinehammer, and an Altmer bard's fond summer memory.

as it says on the tin! its a series of one-shots i initially published to tumblr, then moved to Ao3 to make them more accessible and have a ready archive of them! i loved working on each of these, getting into different perspectives, and figuring out how to convey the narratives of the characters i worked with. i liked writing up details of my dragonborn trio's pasts, too, and the story for "Forgotten/Devotion" was a hell of a lot of fun, getting to pull the wreck of the brinehammer into a fic!

If by Sun and Moon I Swore

With the Empire's victory in the Skyrim Civil War, Hadvar has been quietly readjusting to regular life. When an old friend turns up at his door, that quiet he'd hoped for comes to a halt.

i love hadvar/ralof with all my wretched pining heart okay. i cannot deny this pair has a vice grip on me! and working with them, two soldiers touched by war on opposite sides who once had something (in this case, used to be (and still are) in love), can be something both so tragic and so healing. pulling this pair back together, giving them some form of comfort, even if it's brief, is such a joy. i have intentions of writing more for this couple in the future, but that's likely going to be a while. still, i'll be sure to let you guys know if i do get around to it!!

this fics title is from "Like The Dawn" by The Oh Hellos! its my quintessential hadvar/ralof song for sure <3

Cycle of the Serpent

Surviving Helgen by the skin of their teeth, three elves find themselves tossed into the middle of ancient legends, a civil war, and a hell of a lot of problems. They may all have different reasons for being in Skyrim, but if they have any hope of reaching their destinations alive, it lies in learning to trust their strange new companions… no matter what. From the ruins of Helgen to the plains of Whiterun, from the seas of Solitude to the grim frost of Winterhold, and everywhere sprawling beyond, the unlikely trio will find that being chosen by Akatosh is more than they've ever bargained for. And with their own histories crawling back, and secrets slowly spilled, the trio may find that there's little they can do to escape the cycles they've made.

this longfic is… a huge undertaking. "An Inner Sanctity" focuses on two very flawed people coming to love one another. "Cycle of the Serpent" focuses on three very flawed, extremely fucked up people learning to trust one another and face whatever fate awaits them together, even when that trust is tested, even when the world is cruel, even when trauma batters and bruises them in the current and then rises up from the briny depths of the past to tug them back down beneath. it's about sustained and sometimes self-fulfilling cycles of hurt, anger, and sometimes vengeance, and it's about love and joy and companionship and friendship that lives within it all.

in short, this longfic is one of my biggest undertakings in a very long time.

i started this as a bit of a joke. the idea of there being more than one LDB was a fun idea, and then i created three elves, and those three elves gave me their family histories and their childhood friendships and their previous travels and how it changed them all prior to helgen and i went… yeah i can't just not write this and go insane about it. these three and their various methods for dealing with situations, their triumphs and defeats, and how they bounce off one another became so organic and real to me that i feel continuously pulled to keep their narrative going. this story forced me to write my first ever combat scenes (posted the snippet of my second ever real combat scene tonight!) and learn how to navigate keeping it within TES lore, while also breaking out of some of the stale writing in skyrim itself. i have plans to rewrite/overhaul entire questlines and characters to give them more life, and i've got dozens of OCs lined up - at least one of whom is hinted at within the first chapter. i have this story and these characters arcs planned out, and they do get particularly grim at points, but i never want this story to go into "there is no hope" territory. there's always hope, it just lies in learning to break your own cycles, even if it feels like it may kill you.

the title of this fic was taken from the song "Pillar of Na" by Saintseneca, i very heavily envision emeros as the first verse, athenath as the second, wyndrelis as the third, with the fourth being all three of them, and the fifth (the "eternal, eternal, eternity round…") being a sort of ensemble of all the places and people they've touched in their lives.

woooooooooooooooo!! that was long-winded. thank you for listening to me ramble on these, and thank you so much again for tagging me, mareena!! i hope everyone is having a lovely wednesday/thursday!! <3333

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silikat · 7 months

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Atop the Fourth Wall and @animatedtext - 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12

#AT4W #Atop the Fourth Wall #Linkara #Jaeris #Mechakara #Lord Vyce #That Vyce one is the best thing I've ever created I swear to God #It's so hard to get screencaps of Mark that don't all look like the same screencap #Mechakara you spooky bastard #Pollo is the king of my heart though I love how much personality this lil dude has #Jaeris fic hit 9k words today and climbing. I have three or four sections left to do? Maybe more #Like every project this has gotten to ridiculous levels of wordiness

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equestrianequivalent · 8 days

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*Taps mic* Hello folks, friendly neighborhood writer here with a small little update, because turns out that I underestimated myself for once in my life.

PSA: From Chapter 29 and Forward, The Publishing of QuintSum will take a break until I have finished the fic. It's a whole fucking thing to publish and edit consistently and I actually really don't like it that much. So y'all are getting the first 50k ish, and then y'all will have to wait. I'll let y'all know when it's being published again but until then, you'll have to wait until it's finished. (For the record, I'm more than 3/4 through, so it's not like I've given up, I just hate publishing as I go even more than I thought I did.)

(Chapter 28 and 29 will still be posted, given that ch.27 is the most recent one out right now, so you have two more chapters until I go MIA until this science experiment finishes.)

(And if you wonder why it's 29 specifically, it's because it's the end of the current arc, and I'm not going to waste this perfect opportunity to not end in the middle of a damn arc.)

#This isn't a cancellation #This isn't me dropping the fic #I'm writing chapter 68 as we speak #It's going to have at least 84 chapters as it's planned right now #I have 4 arcs left to plan after this two of which will be short as shit #I'm 3/4 through #This is legitimately just me going #Actually #You guys will have to wait #It'll be finished mark my fucking word but you're not seeing the rest until it Is finished

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sarcasticdolphin · 2 months

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"Work" And for what feels like the first time in forever, Mozart/Colloredo.

Thank you to the lovely @kristylime for requesting them :)

As usual for my mozartredo Wolfgang is somewhat OOC.

Wolfgang can feel Arco’s scowl. It’s not that he takes joy from it - more a deep satisfaction. For all his lordly title the Count is impotent before the Archbishop’s whims, and Colloredo had been ever so clear. Arco could not lay a hand on him. And the Count was likely more familiar than anyone else with what might become of those that disobeyed the Prince-Archbishop.

Which made it rather difficult for Count Arco to drag Wolfgang back inside as he had threatened.

Yes, rather difficult indeed Wolfgang mused as he let his eyes flutter open. The Archbishop’s gardens were vast, but his own favorite place amongst them was the little grove he now occupied.

The trees were large enough to give pleasant shade but small enough that the ground between them was covered with a soft grass that made rather lovely place to rest. Not to nap - that would be a waste of Wolfgang’s precious waking hours - but to gather his thoughts. To let the themes of music weave themselves together in his mind. To let the notes flow onto an imaginary page, all the easier to transcribe in time.

To that end, Wolfgang let his eyes flutter shut. The gardens - and Arco’s sneer - disappeared, leaving him along with the warmth of the air, the firmness of the ground, and the music in his mind. The jaunty little pastoral tune that filled his thoughts isn’t on that Wolfgang loves all that much - it’s too cliche. Too typical. He is a prince amongst musicians - even Colloredo had to admit as such. But the tunes melds and shifts in his mind. Perhaps a lively little quartet, or even a concerto. Or even-

Wolfgang grimaces. It’s not that he owes Colloredo a Mass - for all the pompous nature of the Prince-Archbishop, His Highness has Wolfgang on a remarkably long leash so long as he regularly produces music. And it is the Masses that hold Colloredo’s attention the longest, though the chamber music is a close second. Wolfgang for his part prefers Opera. The church has its rules and as much as Wolfgang cares little for the abstractions of some pope who died a thousand years ago, he takes more than a little pleasure in perfecting the exactness of the Mass while still making it clear the music was his - bound only because he allowed it, not on the whim of the pope.

“Wolfgang.” Arco’s sneer is clear in his tone. It’s not that Wolfgang particularly likes hearing his name on the Count’s rough and nasal voice - no one would ever imagine that the Count was even a passable singer - but Wolfgang’s name is a marked improvement over other things he had called Wolfgang in the past. Still, the echoes of mockery linger in Wolfgang’s ears. Fürstin.

“His Highness is expecting you.”

That has Wolfgang’s lips quirking up as he hums. “No. I’m working.”

Arco doesn’t sputter - he would have once, but he seems overly used to Wolfgang’s antics. How tragic, Wolfgang thinks. He will have to come up with some other way to throw the Count off balance. “A rather odd way of composing without quill, parchment, or piano.”

The retort is predictable, and Wolfgang can’t resist the implied insult. He doesn’t lose at anything, after all. “I wouldn’t expect an unlearned churl such as yourself to understand. A quill, parchment, even a piano is useless without the mind to bring the music into being.” It’s not that Arco is totally unlearned in truth, but his ear for music was beyond hopeless.

Colloredo’s, on the other hand? Wolfgang gave a soft shiver. The Archbishop’s ear was the only one in all of Austria that came close to matching his own. It was just as well - the piano Colloredo kept in his quarters was always perfectly in tune.

“Wolfgang.” Arco was well and truly annoyed now. Good. Well, good that he was annoyed. Wolfgang was rather vexed that the Count insisted on speaking once more. He was imagining Colloredo’s voice - a melodic tenor that could reasonably be called angelic. And it was rather rude of Arco to interfere with the lovely picture that Wolfgang had been painting in his mind.

The lively little melody would go to a string quartet. The other melody that had been skulking about the edges of Wolfgang’s mind would be for solo piano.

As much as Wolfgang had once reveled in the praise of the world, there was something utterly hollow about it. Fake. He’d never admit it to Colloredo, but perhaps the Prince-Archbishop had been right, if only to a degree. The masses might praise his music, but they didn’t understand it. Colloredo, on the other hand? Colloredo knew Wolfgang - and his music. Knew them in a way no one else did. And Colloredo understood Wolfgang’s music in a way no one else did. The velvet-clad, honeyed words that Wolfgang adored so were proof enough of that.

Different from the raucous applause of a public premiere, certainly. And so much more addicting.

Arco chose that moment - as Wolfgang was imagining Colloredo’s strong hands on him as he murmured the praise that Wolfgang coveted more than anything else into his ear, meant for them alone - to shift on his feet. The noise of Arco’s shoes on the little loose stones was grating.

Perhaps, the thought comes into Wolfgang’s mind, he should write a comic opera. One about a particularly imbecilic Count.

“Now, Wolfgang.” Said Count almost sounds worried. Then again, they both know that Colloredo’s willingness to punish Wolfgang is generally non-existent. But when it comes Arco, on the other hand? The Prince-Archbishop has a reputation to maintain.

“Hush. My mind is filled with music, and ever so hard at work.” The truth, to an extent. Though Wolfgang’s mind had begun to wander from the music back to the Prince.

Colloredo was handsome - no one would ever deny that - and Wolfgang is one of the few who had gotten to properly inspect the Archbishop’s beautiful face up close. One could not be faulted for thinking the Prince was a marble statue come to life.

And his strength. Wolfgang arches his back almost unconsciously. For all Colloredo is far too gentle with him for Wolfgang’s tastes, there is something about how calmly firm and confident the Prince’s grasp is. Any time Wolfgang is within the Prince’s arms he has no hope of escaping save for by the Archbishop’s will. Not that he ever wants to - Colloredo’s words alone are as amber, fixing Wolfgang in his grasp.

There is another noise from Arco - the Count muttering something under his breath. Wolfgang for his part is too caught up in his musings on and memories of Colloredo to care what childish insult the Count has chosen this time. But he certainly gives a proper yelp as Arco seizes Wolfgang by the wrist and hauls him to his feet, half-dragging him down the path, back toward Colloredo’s sprawling palace.

#mozart/colloredo #colloredo #yes I left this on a cliffhanger #cause I also want to know what happens next #this is my trying to make sure you get more of these two #my fic #mark seibert is a gorgeous human being #and as always he is my colloredo choice #and odeo's Mozart just seems the type who would thirst after him #while composing/resting #he's a good multitasker lol

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diningpageantry · 4 months

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by fuck i WILL make my own AO3 wrapped this year

#i have a plan ok it's going to work #mostly bc you can't properly track ao3 readership in a traditional wrapped format bc what if you dont finish a fic? or what if you reread it #like every visit to the page shouldn't be counted but revisits occasionally should if that makes sense #so what im going to do is make a spreadsheet noting every fic i read #and make a note to finish every fic i start purely for counting purposes #i'll mark how many words it is and leave a spot for whether or not i reread it and if so how many times #i might do some extra classifications for myself like whether or not i recommend it/if it would be a contender for yearly faves list #plus some extra notes section for myself like if it was finished when i started or if a fic got abandoned/was left unfinished #i think i may also note when i read it so i can track reading habits #of course most fics will be linked so i can return in case and for when i do my end of the year info post #i will probably also include images of my spreadsheet for others to try if they want to #im sure other people have done this and will be doing this so i'm curious to see some #anyway that's all

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todayisafridaynight · 7 months

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Little do you know that train drawing was because I was thinking abt your train fic nyehehehe

BIGGEST HONOR OF MY LIFE ?????

#snap chats #double sent by accident i think but ill just post this one dw ill just hold onto the other one point is BIGGEST HONOR OF MY LIFE ???#i dont think anyones ever made art for a fic i wrote... wo Ah.... then again i hardly post fic or i delete them LMAO BUT FR #WO AH.... thats so epic omg.... gonna stare at it forever + infinity now...#IT WAS ALREADY A CUTE DRAWING SO NOW ITS LIKE WO AH........... EPIC.......#biggest honor of my life truly and honestly thats so cool.. IM REPEATING MYSELF IK THATS JUST HOW HONORED I FEEL TY #im glad that fic left enough of a mark on your brain for you to think of it while drawin <3<3<3 #osbessed with this information.... might pass out...#i cant tho i have to eat this pot of mac and cheese before class FUCK

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rowshi04 · 2 months

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omg,😱 im freaking out im at 90 kudos in total!!! this is so insane😆 soon is the 100 mark... i cant believe that ive got 90 kudos, it feels so unreal... like im dreaming😴... also past 3000 hits a bit ago and that also feels insane🤯... im at a loss for words........

#rowshi talk #rowshi stuff #im going to be blasting confetti when i hit the mark....#still am at a loss for words...#thank you everyone who has read my fics viewed my art or left likes and comments i appreciate it so so much!!! <3 <3

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milflewis · 2 years

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mark publicly fucking up his son’s f1 seat and starting this comedy of a shitshow bc he does not communicate with seb is the best miscommunication fic ever

#fic writers pls. this is it. this is the masterpiece #the way you could not make this shit up #how inthe every loving fuck does it always come back to mark n seb #throw nando in there for the craic. he hates to be left out #martian #silly season 2022 #blessed.txt

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big-bad-skull-boss · 1 year

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the way i thought there was no official Ultra sun and moon handbook game guide... bitch i ordered it for myself for my birthday and my mum went n fucking yoinked it for christmas presents im going to die i have to wait another month from when i was originally planning on getting it smh. shit was for my fic so i dont have to bulbapedia search EVERYTHING when it contradicts with the sun and moon lore

#mod rant #not skull #considering smacking my head against a wall currently #16 days until christmas mark your calendars #there will be a new update out before the new year i promise #as if anyone fucking cares #nobody reads my damn fic lmao #i got one nice comment though this year that made me so happy #so maybe like one person does read it and if youre the one person who left me that comment a few months ago hello hi i love you #people dont understand how much a wordy comment can mean to writers #dont get me wrong i appreciate all the :) and ooh a new chapter! comments but when you get something tangible that makes you think #man that shit makes the silly little bird pigeon brain i have go crazy

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bunathebunny · 2 years

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i keep writing drabbles and ficlets solely for the fact that my brain sometimes acts up and bleeps out short stuffs like that but also because there's this one person who bookmarked like 90-something % of them and it makes me feel happy

#pretty sure if i squint harder i can see their names on my other longer fics #or on the kudo list of the few ones they did not bookmark #they left their marks on my fics and i see them everywhere #''but buna'' you say ''there are lots of other people who bookmarked and comment often too''#yeah well i love them too but in a different way from how i love this one person #i feel like they have no expectations for me and they're just happy that i write no matter how short #or how near impossible it is to comprehend the idea without a context which i regularly left out a lot #i don't know who they are but i hope they know i love them #but tbh i should probably leave a note in one of the other future fics so they catch it #rambles

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hostilecityshowdown · 2 years

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wrestling tumblr. you need to stop sleeping on lynn denton. go read grappler: memoirs of a masked madman, i am begging you.

#some of you need serious help writing scenes of actual wrestling and between denton and foley you'll be covered.#but yes this man? fascinating. excellent storyteller. some of the best recorded honestly retold wrestling history #and a relatively forgotten man/gimmick that left a massive mark on the industry as a whole #[ colour commentary ]#[ mango madness ]#anyway. back to writing either the diesel fic or the taker one

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lovely-tothe-bone · 2 years

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#these hands had to let it go free #is it too much to hope that this love will come back to me?#this love left a permanent mark #so why did you go away?#crush fic #Spotify

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inmaki · 3 months

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gojo showing off your back scratches to geto

( cont from this fic! req, visual ) .

contains: sex talk, desc of back scratches, crack, sugu is called daddy once (as a joke.. right..)

everything was relatively peaceful in suguru's apartment. key word: relatively.

a forgettable yet appreciated sunday afternoon, not a cloud in sight despite the weather forecast predicting downpours of rain. either way, the raven-haired man insouciantly rested across his white couch, reaching the conclusion that today would be a day for self-care, relaxing, and perhaps some meditation.

there was only one thing ruining his peace.

all morning, suguru has been forced to try and ignore the stain a certain someone has left on his couch — a pair of unecessarily expensive yet dirty shoes being the culprit.

despite these attempts, every once in a while his gaze can't help but wander over at the mark — as if it'd poof out of existence if he glared hard enough.

"fuckin' asshole.." he mutters. it was a wonder his relationship with his best friend managed to stay so promising despite all their differences, yet suguru wouldn't have it any other way, even after situations like this.

right when he grumpily turns back to the tv — which was playing some crappy, low budget rom-com — his apartment door is yanked open and suguru swears he nearly jumps out of his seat.

great, was this it? was he about to get robbed, perhaps evicted? and then probably die? forced into the afterlife knowing gojo's shoe-shit was still on his new couch? no that can't—

"i fucked her!"

suguru whips his head towards the apartment door, announcement being disregarded as he nearly groans in agony. speak of the devil.

big blue eyes peak out from under circular sunglasses, one hand already raised in preparation for a dap up while his stupid, big, dirty shoe pushes the door closed behind him. gojo wears a black compression shirt with grey sweats, marching over to his friend with a ginormous grin across his cheeks.

"take your shoes off, now," suguru snaps, nodding to his friend's feet with a frown.

"yeesh... whatever y'say, daddy," the bastard never loses his smile as his hands raise in surrender, kicking them off by the door smoothly. "what's got your panties in a twist?"

geto pinches his nose bridge. "don't call me that," as he continues the scolding, he points to the living room with his free hand. "you got a mystery stain on my couch, satoru. do you know how many youtube videos i watched trying to get this shit off?"

unphased, gojo takes a look at the strangely colored blob against the armrest's leather material and shrugs. "my bad. did you try febreeze?"

"what— no? dude, febreeze is for.." when suguru looks back up to sourly meet his gaze, he could immediately tell the white-haired man was already drifting back into la-la-land, words going in one ear and out the other. "..nevermind. why're you here?"

at the reminder, satoru seemingly brightens, head shooting back up as if he was just told he'd won the lottery.

"oh god, don't make that stupid face—" he pauses. "the fuck are you doing?" suguru might as well say goodbye to his self-care day, because now gojo was stripping in the middle of his living room, shirt thrown haphazardly onto the still-very-much-stained couch.

"just look!" suguru squints as his friend swivels around to face the wall, pushing his bangs away to get a better view of the— oh shit.

it takes the raven-haired man a second to process what he's seeing before shuffling forward, closely examining the achingly red, bulging scratch marks displayed sexily across the latter's back and shoulders. "no way.."

suguru knows the strongest sorcerer well enough to notice how he purposely didn't use reversed cursed technique on these scratches, just so it'd be obvious to anyone that caught a glimpse of what exactly occured. to his further dismay, he can already picture a smug and sweaty gojo walking around their local gym like this, proud simper on his pretty lips as he easily raises a pair of weights in his veiny hands.

a hiss escapes geto's mouth as he runs his finger down a particularly agitated one, knowing exactly how painful they could be after experiencing many hook-ups of his own. even so, satoru only licks his lips, neck craning to the side so he can pride himself in his friend's gobsmacked expression.

"damn, these are deep. you actually hit it?" suguru confirms, raising a celebratory hand.

turning back around, satoru daps him up, a massive smirk now on both their faces. "hell yeah, it was amazing."

it was impossible to predict what gojo would do next after barging through his front door — especially considering how many times he's done so — but this has to be the last thing suguru ever expected.

not that he was complaining — in fact, all of geto's temper and need for relaxation seemingly flew out the window, the feeling of proudness for his best friend overthrowing anything else.

and even if he hated to admit it, the way gojo was so eager to come over and announce his virginity loss to him was more than a little endearing, and dare he say cute.

"that's great, man. congrats." suguru leads him into the kitchen — still shamelessly shirtless — to grab them both a can of beer in celebration. while the white-haired man usually didn't get involved with any form of alcohol, this occasion was most definitely exception-worthy. "you made y/n cum too, right?"

an offended glare is shot his way. "duh, two times."

"huh. surprised you could last."

as suguru pours their drinks into two fragile cups, gojo exhales, not bothered in the slightest by his jab. "dude, same.." he admits dreamily. "she was so fuckin' tight and warm.. and oh— fuck, her moans? heavenly.. 'can't believe i didn't bust after the first minute.."

geto gulps, trying his best to ignore the mental image his brain was producing from his dirty words. you can't blame him — both of you were smoking hot, and he was a simple man.

even now, he could already imagine what you both looked like; panting and moaning, skin-slapping so loud that it echoed through the whole room, how blissed out you'd look as gojo's cock split you in t—

satoru's playful sigh cuts through the tensing air. "who knows sugs, maybe you'll have another kind of stain to worry about next time we're over~"

he's never snapped out of a daydream so quickly. "don't even joke about that."

over the next hour, the two men sat manspread on the stained couch, taking leisure sips while recalling satoru's final moments as a virgin — suguru giving out his secret tips and tricks along the way.

maybe sometime, suguru could offer some.. hands-on learning instead.

mlist! <- sugu.. how could u think abt ur bestie and his gf like that... tsk tsk tsk (if u enjoyed reblogs/comments r appreciated heheh)

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niennanir · 10 months

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Listen to your elders

So last week I posted abut the importance of downloading your fic. And then three days later AO3 went down for 24 hours. No one was more weirded out by this than I was. But while y’all were acting like the library at Alexandria was on fire I was reading my download fic and editing chapter eight of Buck, Rogers, and the 21st Century. And also thinking about what I could do to be helpful when the crisis was actually over.

So first off, I’m going to repeat that if you’re going to bookmark a fic, you really need to also download the fic and back it up in a safe place. I just do it automatically now and it’s a good habit to get into.

But let’s talk about some other scenarios. Last October I lost power for over a week after hurricane Ian. Apart from not having internet or A/C I did find plenty to do, I collect books so I had plenty to read, but maybe, unlike me, your favorite comfort reads aren’t sitting on a bookshelf. So let’s do something about that, shall we?

In olden times many long years ago around 1995 we printed off a lot of fic. It was mostly SOP to print a fic you planned to reread and stick it in a three ring binder. And that’s totally valid today too, but you can also make a very nice paperback with a minimum amount of skill and materials.

Let’s start with the download; Go to Ao3 and select your fic, we’ll be working with one of mine. This method works best with one shots, long fic tends to need a more complicated approach. Get yourself an HTML download

Open up the HTML download and select all then copy paste into any word processor. Set the page to landscape and two columns, then change the font to something you find easy to read, this is your book, no judgement. This is all you have to do for layout but I like to play a little bit. I move all the meta, summary, notes to the end and pick out a fun font for the title:

No time like the present to do a quick proofread. Congratulations, you’ve just created your first typeset. On to the fun part.

Now you’re going to need some materials: 8.5x11in paper ruler one sheet of 12x12 medium card stock (60-80lb) scissors pencil pen or fine tip marker sheet of wax paper white glue two binder clips 2 heavy books or 1 brick butter knife

You’ll also need a printer, if you’re in the US there is almost a 100% chance your local library has a printer you can use if you don’t have your own. None of these materials are expensive and you can literally use cheap copy paper and Elmers glue.

Print your text block, one page per side. Fold the first page in half so that the blank side is inside and the printed side out:

use the butter knife to crease the edge. Repeat on all the sheets. When you’ve finished, stack them up with the raw edge on the left and the folded edge on the right. I used standard copy paper, because you’re only printing on one side there’s no bleed to worry about. Take the text block and line everything up. Use the binder clips to hold the raw edge in place.

Wrap the text block in the wax paper so that the raw edge and binder clips are facing out. I’m going to use my home built book press but you don’t need one, a brick or a couple of books or anything else heavy will work fine.

Once the text block is anchored down, take off he binder clips and get out the glue.

You can use a brush but you don’t need one, smear some glue on that raw edge.

Go make a margarita, watch The Mandalorian, call your mother. Don’t come back for at least an hour

In an hour smear some more glue on there and shift your brick forward so that the whole book is covered. This keeps the paper from warping. While glue part 2 is drying we’ll do the cover. Get out your 12x12 cardstock

Mark the cardstock off at 8.5 inches and cut it. Measure in 5.5 inches from the left and put in a score line with the butter knife (the back edge not the sharp edge)

Carefully fold the score line, this is your front cover. You have some options for the cover title, you can use a cutting machine like a cricut if you have one, you can print out a title on the computer and use carbon paper to transfer the text to the cardstock. I was in a mood so I just freehanded that beoch. Pencil first then in pen.

Take your text block out from under your brick. Line it up against the score mark and mark the second score on the other side of the spine

Fold the score and glue the textblock into the cover at the spine. Once the glue dries up mark the back cover with the pencil and then trim the back cover to fit with your scissors.

Voila:

I’m going to put this baby on the shelf next to the Silmarillion.

The whole process, not counting drying time, took less than an hour.

If you want to make a book of a longer fic, I recommend Renegade Publishing, they have a ton of resources for fan-binders.

#fanbinding #fanfiction #Nir paperback

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