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nogenderbee · 2 months

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♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ 𝕀𝕟𝕧𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕠𝕣 ₊˚ˑ༄

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ anon request: Hope requests aren't closed. Could I request Gepard, Argenti, Dan Heng, and Jing Yuan with a s/o who is an excellent inventor? Toys, machines, they can make anything.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ They weren't when you requested so you're good! Also, I don't write for Argenti so hope you don't mind me changing him for Serval! She just suits here so well and I need more of the girlies so you can say I kinda took the opportunity there~ Anyway, hope it's still up to your liking!

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ fluff

✧ Dan Heng probably knows both a lot and a little about subject of inventing

✧ he read about it and even saw few constructions due to adventuring from planet to planet, but he also never really did it himself

✧ you'll have to introduce him to all the shortcuts while inventing something because he knows just the long and boring way, like instructions said, he'll do the exact steps

✧ he doesn't really mind and find it actually quite interesting to help you around

✧ but if your workshop is loud... he may not be big fan... and if you're trabilazer like him and all the noise is coming from the next room? Yeah, he'd loose it...

"Y/N. How about we go grab some sweets and you finish your work later? I need a break..."

✧ don't get him wrong, he's happy you're working on your skills but he just doesn't like the noise and would much prefer go on a walk while you work

✧ but at least he helps you with cleaning and quieter parts of inventing!

✧ tho if you live on planet and he rarely visits you we it is... he may not mind the noise as much. He's simply more focused on spending some quality time with you than that

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@miya-akane @toyaswif3y - come get your quiet but scary trabilazer!

✧ Gepard is honestly happy for your achievements and you probably met each other through Serval

✧ but... let no one ask him who's better inventor... he's not gonna be able to choose between you and his sister so he'll end up with basic answer, simply saying you're both great which he's not lying about

✧ but if we can avoid that, he knows quite a bit about it so he'll often drop by and see how you're doing

✧ and if you need help, he wouldn't mind doing so we long as he's not busy

✧ if he won't know something... he can always ask you or Serval if you'll need some professional advice too!

✧ this boy is so busy and now he also has 2 inventors to help... he often leaves you or Serval mid day to go to another one, so he won't seem like he's playing favorites because he loves you both equally, just in different ways

"Hey love, I'll go see how Serval's doing, okey? I'll come back later so I can help you more since I know you're busy. I'll be back in 1 of 2 hours."

✧ but... Serval often kicks him out to help his partner, she's like tou cupid if you think about it...

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✧ Serval is too!! You guys either met through work and bonded OR became close and just later realized you're both inventors

✧ when you were far enough into relationship, she definitely wanted to combine your two workshops so instead of "competing against each other", you could work together

✧ and lemme tell you... if you do it, your business is going CRAZY since you're both one of the best inventors in Belebog

✧ if you ever struggle with idea, fixing or making something, she's the one you should go for!

✧ she knows you're a bit better than her and will often mention it, not because she had low self-esteem but because she's proud girlfriend and wants to compliment you

"Hehe~ C'mon, you're the best at it! You need to teach me your trick someday, alright? In exchange... I could take you on a date next week! I'll clear my schedule so we can spend entire day with each other."

✧ expect her to be a little flirty from time to time when you work, sneaking little notes between not important machines so you'll wonder why it's not working just to find love letter there, or send some flying little robot with hear or chocolates on it... many can happen when she's in the playful mood!

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✧ Jing Yuan most likely knows every citizen of Xianzhou Luofu, some worse some better... so he definitely knew you even before you got into relationship

✧ but your relationship either developed by him hiring you one day or him getting w little crush and visiting you often

✧ and when you're together, he'll often drop by to see how you're doing and he'll you around

✧ and when he can't come check up on you because of his work... he'll simply send someone to you! It can be either Cloud Knight on patrol or Yanqing passing by

✧ he loves seeing how much you can do with just the idea and materials. So he'll sometimes sit down next to you and watch you work

✧ his favorite thing is to see the project developed all the way from simple scratch to finished product

✧ he'll also remind you of breaks, taking you out for something sweet or to restaurant whenever you finish project you've been working for days

"It looks great, my dear. Now let's go eat something. My treat. Trust me, you deserve it for all the good work you did there."

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@miya-akane - come get your soft general~

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a-random-weeb · 7 months

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bsd yandere headcannons

This is just a quick drabble because I have no more requests to write and I constantly need to be writing. ←(This part (the intro) was wrote before I started the event and got a flood of requests. I had so much fun writing this that it's been my own little side thing (Not in the dirty way, weirdos)

Warnings: kidnapping, Stockholm syndrome, murder, slight nsfw in chuuyas part, anything else that comes in yandere writing.

I had a lot of fun writing this, there's a oneshot in chuuyas, theres not one in Dazais, this whole fanfic was really fun to write and I kinda did my own thing for it. I hope you guys like reading it as much as I liked writing it! (This took forever)

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Dazai:

Yandere type: clingy, obsessive

Danger level: 8/10

•He starts off by confessing his feelings

•If you share the same feelings towards him, your relationship will start off normal (other than the constant question of "will you do a double suicide with me?)

•Eventually you become his reason to live, he loves you too much!

•he'll do anything for you, anything. Even hurt himself if you asked him to

•Hed definitely kill for you. The guy who looked at you the wrong way last week? Oh look, his severed head, now where did that come from?

•Hed never hurt you though!

•He loves you, you're his everything, his world, you're perfect in his eyes.

•Now, if you were to reject him, that'd be a different story (this also counts for if you break up with him)

•He'll kidnap you and tie you to a chair in his basement.

•Itd be a pretty cozy chair.

•Hell only untie you when he's sure you won't attempt to attack him or grab the key from him

•When he does untie you, he also upgrades the basement

•He puts a bed down there (Aka his bed because he can't afford another one. He just sleeps on an air mattress upstairs)

•He also invests in a big screen tv for you

•He spends most of his money on you, no matter how much you hate him

Punishments: his punishments differ. Let's say you smashed the expensive big screen tv that was mentioned because you were frustrated or angry at him. He wouldn't buy you another one for quit awhile. He'd also slap you across the face and beat you up a little. If you were to try to run away, it depends. If you succeeded in running away and he got you back in his basement... he'd be furious. He'd torture you for around a week. He hates torturing you, but you have to learn your lesson. He's done so much for you, why would you run away?! If you were to fail, he'd probably hit you a little, but nothing horrible. If you were to try to kill him (and fail obviously) he'd start by killing your best friend. He would only show you a picture of their head for proof, he doesn't want to traumatize you more than you already are. He also might hit you depending on how mad he his, and he's really scary when he's mad surprisingly.

Perks: You get cuddled, a lot. You're basically worshipped. You get to be taken care of by a hot guy, is there much else you want. He also gets you expensive jewelry with kunikidas wallet .

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Chuuya:

Yandere type: Obsessive/possessive

Danger level: 9/10

•At first he stalks you

•He'll stalk you for about a year before he begins to write you creepy letters. They consist of stuff you've never told anyone

•He knows every little thing about you

•He loves you so much!

•Anyways, his letters also say stuff like what he wants to do to you, or how Bad he wants you

•the letters he will write you would be like

"Dear (your name), i saw you walking your dog today... you looked so cute! Oh how I love you, I can't wait to make you mine... if you date me, I promise to spoil you! I'll praise you for everything and take proper care of you! I'm gonna kidnap you someday soon, just you wait...

Ps: if you call the police, your dog dies

- sincerely, your admirer" it also has a picture of you walking your dog.

•He also writes about his weird fantasies

•slight NSFW in this next letter , just be aware

"God you looked so hot today... god, I just wanna pull as much pleasure from your body while you beg me to stop~ That'll be us some day, just wait princess~

-your secret admirer"

Along with a picture of you changing (Or masterbating if you do that ;])

•you can't tell anyone about these letters, or he'll kill your dog, which makes this whole situation 10× worse

•He does confess in real life to but you reject him because you barely know him and had know idea he wrote the notes

•You go to the police, showing them the letters. You also take your dog

•The police can't find any finger prints or evidence as to where the letter could've come from.

•The next day, your dog goes missing

•You feel incredibly worried

•Soon, you get another letter

•You hesitate to open it, not wanting to know, praying your dog isn't dead

(Tiny oneshots up ahead)

"Oh darling, I told you not to call the police~ do you want me to kill your dog? Don't worry, he's not dead.... yet. Come to xxxx xx (adress) at midnight if you Ever wish to see your dog again, bring no one.

-Secret admirer"

You Reluctantly go to that address at midnight, but you bring a knife. You drive there only to find it's a mansion. You slowly approach the large building, the tension building up. Your eyes widden as you see Chuuya answer the door.

"Oh hey Darling~ you made it!" He has this weird, creepy grin plastered on his face.

"Ch-chuuya? What's happening?!" You ask as as he pulls you inside, locking the door.

"Simple. You're mine." He smashes his lips against yours. You back away, absolutely disgusted, you try to run. He instantly pulls you back "Don't you want to see how your dog is doing?" He whispers seductively in your ear. You tense up and nod "How is he?! You didn't hurt him did you?!" You panic as he chuckles.

"Your dog is fine... for now." He smirks and pulls you to his chest "But for now, let's focus on you, ya?" You can practically hear the arrogance radiating off of him.

"No, let's focus on my dog!" Chuuya scoffs "Shut up about your damn dog already! He's fine! You should be focusing on how you're in my arms, all cute and scared."

"You're mine." He begins to mumble "Mine mine mine mine MINE!"

Punishments: Normally, if you try to attack him or escape he'll lock you in a room for a week. No water for a day, no food for three days. He doesn't want you to go insane, so there is a few mangas and/or books in that room. If you attempt to kill him, successfully run away, or hurt him (which you probably won't) then it's a bit worse. He doesn't want to hurt you, doesn't mean he won't, especially when he loses his temper. He might beat you up until you pass out, but he'll never kill you. After you pass out he'll realize what he's done, sigh, and lift you into bed. He's really scary when he's mad, but he always cuddles you and apologizes after any punishment , giving you a bunch of kisses and praise. Doesn't mean he won't punish you again though, he 100% will, after all, you have to learn your lesson.

Perks: he'll buy you whatever you want, if he trusts you enough, he'll even let you go out by yourself with his black card! He makes you wear a listening device though, and makes sure he knows where you're doing at all times. He's also hidden tracking devices in your clothes, you don't even know where some of the are, you can't feel them. Another benefit is he cuddles you a LOT. He likes to praise you and tell you how pretty you are. He's a great cook, and always makes sure you're well taken care of, even hires a (Very trusted) maid for you!

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Hey guys, sorry I've barely been posting, I've been working on this fic for a while, I wanted to add akutagawa and maybe Atsushi but unfortunately I'm so sick it's hard to think straight and I want to get some fics out for y'all

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hello-vampire-kitty · 1 year

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Servamp chapter 128 translation "ashes to ashes"

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Oh my God...This chapter...more like, one particular page. I spent days trying to figure out the meaning and I still probably don't understand. Maybe I'll talk about it on the stream for chapter 130 because it might not make sense in writing...

Okay, here are some notes because there were words that had furigana and some of them I couldn't write on the pages.

In this panel the furigana for 思い出全部 (all 'the' memories) is 名前すら (not even names), so based on the first reading, the line can also be translated as "If/When someone dies, not all memories disappear".

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This one...This is the one I had so much trouble with. Do I understand the lines from the first panel? Probably not. I've tried for days to make sense of them, because I understand that line in different ways. First of all, I can't even say what is "The darkness of someday". Is he referring to himself and the other demons or something else? My God, I broke down this sentence, like "Ok, this seems to be subject, this is the action, but then there's this grammar part...WTF is going on here, what are u saying man?!" 😭 I spent days on that line and like I said, I might try to talk about it on stream because maybe it's better if you hear me explain rather than writing about it. Okay, so there's another thing that has to do with furigana. I didn't write on the page because a word that has furigana only once, appears a few times with its regular reading and that's the word 悪魔 "demon". In the second panel in the speech bubble on the left, ぼくら "we" is the furigana for 悪魔 the rest of the times where the word demons appear, it's only that reading, so I didn't want people to think that InnerKuro's actual word in the last panel could have been something like "We (ぼくら) are in every person".

Page 30.

Here we have the word 感情 "emotions/feelings" with the furigana 　ぼく (first person pronoun "I"), but only in the second, third and fourth panels, the first time where it says "ugly feelings", it's only that reading. Previously on page 28, Kuro said "these helpless and uncontrollable emotions" and given how the word is associated with InnerKuro here, Kuro could have implied "You (InnerKuro/emotions) are also a part of me." InnerKuro's last line sounds weird because he doesn't simply say "I will protect you". きみの一番大切なきみを守るものだ。 Like if I were to translate literally, it would be something like "I will protect your most important/precious you" There's a possessive there and it's きみのきみ It sounds weird and it's possible that Tanaka sensei is fuckin with us because the word きみ "kimi" that usually means "you", there are other words that have the same pronunciation and look at that, there is 気味 and looking in the dictionary, its synonymous with 感情 "emotions/feelings". I hope that the way I translated makes sense... Last page.

The sentence is here is also weird like the previous one and it needs explaining. I tried my best to convey it's meaning. 親愛なる and 愛をこめて are phrases that can be used when writing letters for example, the first part can be "Dear" (friend or whoever you're addressing) and the last part is "with love/affection" 親愛なるすべてのきみへ、愛をこめて。

The weird part about the sentence is すべてのきみ again we have きみ which means "you" and the phrase translates as "all of you" and you can see how I tried to translated in such a way to make it clear that it's only about one person, because saying "all of you", could be interpreted that it's about more people. The phrase is saying something like "your whole being/ all that makes you" So, the way I translated might sound weird but hopefully I managed to convey the meaning.

#servamp #chapter 128 #my translation

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a-cutie · 6 months

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Quick fast (heavy wheels)

Characters - biker/racer!Jungkook X reader (f) Genre - drama, angst and a tiny bit of fluff. Word count - 2.1k Warnings - suggesting in some parts but no actually written smut, JK smoking, a bit of an abusive ex but not for long. Summary - Red, Yellow, Green and race. Who’s going to be faster? My bike or the heart that beats for you? Author’s note - This is one of my wattpad stories written in another language that I translated, I hope you like it! Excuse my mistakes. ^^ Red

I adjust my helmet.

Yellow

I take a deep breath trying to calm my racing heart.

Green

I speed up and let the adrenaline fill my veins.

The race finally begins.

I speed up and ferociously pass all the participants. The road is a little steep, but I’m too engulfed with the sensation of pleasure to feel anything. I focus on the road, already feeling the sweet nectar of victory.

Passing the last participant, I start accelerating even harder, leaving a big cloud of dust and sparks behind me.

I see the victory line in front of my eyes and without fail I cross it. I abruptly stop the engine, a lot of coloured dust being thrown into the air when I pass the finish line. After some time the rest of the participants arrive, but the only thing they can see is my winning silhouette and the writing on the back of my jacket "Jungkook 7" gold letters engraved on the matte black material.

I take off my helmet and get off my bike immediately being surrounded by a sea of girls who are stopped by the massive guards who were making sure things go according to plan.

The crowd screams my name, and the envious faces of my competition make me feel like a king raised on a pedestal.

I love victory.

“Good race Jeon, another day reminding me why I am your manager.” Kylo says patting me friendly on the back, his smile showing me how satisfied he is with my victory. “No need to worry, as long as Jeon Jungkook has hands and feet, victory will flow like a river.” I say confidently. “Good, that's the spirit, don't let anyone get to your ego. Go and rest now, champion.” He waves me goodbye and holding tightly my helmet I go towards my locker hearing the girls scream for me “I love you, Jungkook! You're my life!”, “I'll do anything for you, Jungkook, please look at me!” I wave and smile at them and their screams start to ring out even louder. Entering the locker room, I am greeted with unpleasant looks by some other competitors. “I see you've done it again, Jeon. I'm sure next time you won't get away with it.” says my biggest enemy, Sung. “If I was interested in your story maybe I'd let you at least get close to me during the race, but you like to eat my dirt anyway.” Sung holds up his fist ready to punch me, but he’s held back by several people that are around. “We'll see, Jeon. Someday you'll bite it and I'll be the first to laugh in your face. I'm gonna come up to you, punch you and make sure I'm gonna mark your prince face forever.” I roll my eyes at him and walk past them knowing they can't do anything to me, I'm number 1 here and anyone who messes with me would have serious

Problems to deal with. I quickly throw my sweaty gear in the closet, get in the showers and wash away my sinsfor the day.

By the time I step outside the place is enveloped in silence. I go towards my locker to see my street clothes neatly folded there. I get dressed quickly, step outside where I am hit by the cold air and see parked just for me, my beautiful motorbike.

I get on it and begin chasing through the silence of the night.

I love the feeling the wind leaves on my skin and the blood pumping through my veins the moment I start accelerating.

But my bliss doesn't last long when a red light appears in the dashboard and spoils all my plans. I'm out of gas… I have to stop, however the bad luck doesn't last long and I see a gas station in front of me. I stop in a drift, then park quietly and start to fill up my tank.

Around me the atmosphere was calm, after all who comes to a station in a near deserted place, in the middle of the night? I close my eyes, tired but filled with satisfaction.

I wait until the tank is full and then I go in to pay, the cashier, almost asleep, jumps up when he sees me. I immediately throw a pile of money on the counter and ignore the cashier who started calling for me because I've given him too much money. In a rush I am outside and lighting a cigarette, I take smoke filling my lungs with nicotine.

I'm ready to take one more, but a distant scream catches my attention.

I throw my cigarette on the ground and put it out with my foot and with slow steps I walk towards the place where the sound is heard.

I pass my bike and a little further in the distance I notice a female figure being pulled abusively hard by someone. “Let me go!” my feet started getting faster all of a sudden. “Shut up! You draw attention towards us.” The man starts pulling the women more towards him “ I don’t care! Get your hands off me!” I get so close that the girl's back makes contact with my chest, my hand wrapping around her waist. “What problems do you have with my girlfriend?” The man finally stops and I raise my eyebrow at him. The lost girl looks up at me and I almost lose myself in her big, glossy eyes. “Why didn't you tell me you found someone else? Is it that hard to talk to me?” His hand was still gripping the poor girl's arm disgustingly tight so I pulled her towards me and held her tighter. “I asked you a question, what's your business with my girlfriend?” He finally gets the sign, clearly becoming intimidated by my presence, maybe even the fact that I was a head taller than him and much more muscular, not to mention that the biker outfit made me look even more threatening.

“Sorry dude, I didn’t know she found someone else” “Get lost before I run over you with my bike” The man raises his hands in defense and walks away, figure disappearing into the night.

I look at the tiny girl I was still holding and ask her if she’s okay. The girl peels herself away from me, rubs her arm, which subtly turns from red to purple, and looks at me once again with the same enchanting gaze. “I'm grateful, thank you. I don't know what I'd do if you weren't here.” “Who was that guy, do you know him?” I ask curiously. “Yeah…my ex…” “I think he has a hard time understanding that if you’re asking me.” She laughs at my statement leaving me mesmerized by her beauty. Without wasting more time I stretch out my hand to her “My name is Jungkook.” “Y/N, glad to meet you” She reaches out and I gently take her hand in mine, but instead of shaking I bring it closer to my lips and leave a kiss on the back. Y/N giggles and smiles even more brightly at me. “Wow, what a gentleman we have here.” “Then can a gentleman like me drive a beautiful girl home?” I don't usually make such proposals to anyone, especially girls I meet randomly on streets, but something about her makes me dive even deeper, she was alluring. “I'd be delighted.” with her arm linked to mine I show her the way to my bike. “I didn't know that's how I'd get home.” she sais while I place my helmet on her head. “What, you don't like motors?” “I couldn't say I dislike them, but I much prefer the person who rides it.” She winks at me and climbs on the back of it, her body sticking to mine, hands clutching tightly at my waist. Her touch lighting a flame inside me.

“I hope you're not afraid, because I don't know the term brake, speed defines me.” “Don't worry, I like the taste of adrenaline too.” She whispers seductively in my ear, sending shivers down my spine, and without hesitation I start the engine. …

Once in front of her house, I stop and let her get off. Y/N takes off my helmet and hands it back. “Thank you my “two-wheeled” knight for this wonderful ride.” “Anytime, my lady.” Y/N moves dangerously close to me and in a second I feel her soft lips caress mine, gently running her bottom lip over my piercing, I don't stop her, instead I catch her lips in a deep kiss.

After a good few minutes, I let go of her, we exchange numbers, and I watch how she goes inside her house. Once I'm sure she’s in I lean my head back and with two fingers touch my slightly sore lips. I smile like an idiot and place my helmet back on, the smell of her perfume still lingering in it. I set off on the road again and once I reach my house, I throw myself on the bed and remember my victories of the day. After all, I was lucky I stopped at the gas station. … Time flew by quickly, my days were spent sleeping and resting my bones, and my nights were spent dominating the race course and a woman named Y/N.

I considered myself an even bigger winner than I was before. Victory after victory later consumed either in my bed or hers, a story ripped from the fiction books. Lying in my way-too-familiar bed, with a cigarette between my lips and a woman dear to me in my arms, only city lights lighting the room.

Y/N's slender fingers touched the tattooed skin of my arm, occasionally tracing the lines with her fingernails. “And when did you say your next race was?” I turn my head towards her, Y/N smiles seductively at me and moves closer to leave a kiss on my lips, her sweet aroma mixing with the taste of tobacco.

“Tomorrow, wanna come?” I put out my cigarette and lean down to leave hot kisses on her bare chest. Her hands tangle in my hair tugging it gently. “Am I invited?” she asks while playing with the strands of it “You always were. When you're out there and I see your face in public, I feel the desire to win even more.” “I don't think winning races makes you feel like a winner anymore, I see you want something more.” she says with lustful eyes, while her hands start tracing my back. “You're right, now I need you to make me feel victorious.” My hands slip under the sheet and begin to caress her naked waist gently. “I'll be there, as usual.” “Good choice, I do need you.” “Now or then?” she asks and I look deep into her eyes. “Always”. And with that our lips join again in a new night of passion. … Red, yellow and …Again…I wait, this time even more impatiently for this race to start.

My hands are tightly placed on the handlebars of my motor, ready to accelerate and take, once again, the face of the suckers I was playing with all along. A tough game where a sweet victory awaits at the end is about to unfold.

Green Once the lights turn a shade of green, I turn the handlebars and start the race first, my wheels spinning like never before.

I turn my head shallowly and lock eyes with Y/N for a few seconds.

On her a jacket in the same matte black and in front of it engraved a large gold number 7 followed by the initials JK.

Pushing my way along the winding roads, but untouched by any other competitor, I make my way through the crowd of obstacles.

Seeing once again the familiar finish line I lean forward a little and cross it in a rush without any problems. I stop my bike in a spectacular drift, but in a second the atmosphere changes.

Instead of hearing voices calling my name and seeing the wave of coloured dust, I am knocked off my seat and kneeled down.

“Jeon Jungkook, you are under arrest for participating in illegal races, you have the right to remain silent because anything you say can and will be used against you.” In front of me two female feet stop, I feel my helmet being taken off my head and I look up, my breath raging and my heart pounding in my chest. In front of me are displayed the same sparkly letters "7 JK", this time the jacket unbuttoned and under it a shiny police badge.

“I’m so sorry, Jungkook.”

That's what she tells me before turning around taking both my helmet and my heart with her.

#bts #bts jungkook #jungkook #jungkook x reader #jungkook x you #jungkook x y/n #jungkook fanfic #jeon jungkook #bts imagines #kpop imagines #kpop fanfic

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suchawrathfullamb · 3 months

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hey Lamb, I really love your writing, can you give some advice? Maybe general things to pay attention to when writing fic, specifically Hannigram?

Thank you so much, although I don't feel like I am in any position to give advice, I'm still learning my own style and idk, I feel like giving advice is too big of a task and title for me lol. I also feel like writing fic should be mostly about self indulgence, I know we tend to be perfectionists and desire external validation, but really we're just having fun with something we're passionate about, you shouldn't be so worried about making it in a certain way. Although I understand that many of us do wish to professionalize our writing someday and maybe publish non-fandom work, so I also understand how important feedback can be when we're trying to learn and get better if it's something we want to pursue in a professional way :). Because I want to actually help you, I'll just list a few things that I personally notice in fics, but then again, I'm not at all in any position to be taken as some sort of authority and I honestly think I'm mid, I'm hardly satisfied with what I write, although I appreciate when anyone compliments my writing. With Hannigram in particular I notice I tend to try too hard when it comes to Hannibal's pov and narration, which granted, it is a harder pov to write for, but I feel like we forget to put a little more emotion and tone down on the overly intellectual language. Hannibal prosed a lot but he was still understandable and sometimes I'll write something for him and I'm like, what the actual fuck does that even mean, too much thesaurus on every single word lol. I feel like I'm Joey in that one Friends episode, ykwim? The one he needs to write Chandler and Monica's adoption letter and he uses thesaurus for every single word and it ends up sounding crazy? lol Another thing is the self awareness. Because the show is about a psychiatrist, and the main characters are extremely intelligent, we tend to think they're self aware and although they certainly are in a few aspects, they're still realistically human when it comes to not realizing their own feelings. I feel like it takes me out of the story when the author explains the characters feelings, for example: "Will knew Hannibal was bad for him, but he also felt like he was the only person who truly understood him, and so, even though he was conflicted, he(blablabla)", sometimes it's better to hold back a little, let the character's actions and inner dialogue speak for itself...show, don't tell. And the last thing I noticed that really takes me out is when the characters are cartoonish: Will reeeally likes dogs, and fishing, and flannels. Or something like "This person was rude. Hannibal would like to eat them because he despises rude people" (I see it so much but now all the examples flew out of my head lol). There's something about it that makes the characters less realistic, which is totally fine if that's the vibe, yk? More funny, cute, crack even, idk, but I see it when it wasn't the intention of the author, they just thought it was in character so they needed to point it out, you know? As if every action is "this is sooo will, omg, this sooo hannibal" vibes, you know? As if all they do is fish, eat people, wear flannels, pet dogs, drink wine and well actually maybe that is all they do,

#lol jk it just makes the reading super enjoyable when you feel as if they're real people #if that makes any sense #i'm not at all someone with authority to give writing advice lol #hannigram #nbc hannibal #hannibal #will graham #murder husbands #fanfic #writing #writers #advice #ask the lamb

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hillbilly---man · 5 months

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A list of my works on AO3

(they're all Saiki K fics at the moment but I'll add fandom categories to this post if I ever get a new interest lol)

It doesn't fit my plans; it's something I don't understand

Published July 11, 2021

Summary: Saiki is fascinated by Satou Hiroshi, and the people around him start to see that this might be more than just a platonic curiosity.

What is this feeling called love?

[Notes: Bittersweet ending. Nobody gets together. My insistence on theming these early fics after songs is pretty embarrassing now. I'm not proud of my writing here but the story is ok. I might rewrite it someday. Not bad for my first fic since like 2003 though]

Something Changed

Published August 11, 2021

Summary: Aiura wrote a letter to her soulmate the night before they were supposed to meet.

She's predicted a lot of things... how could she have gotten this one wrong?

[Notes: Another sad ending. The format of this is almost entirely an excited letter about the future Aiura imagined that would never come to pass. Not really much of a story happening here tbh]

Won't it be strange when we're all fully grown?

Published August 28, 2021 (INCOMPLETE)

Summary: With graduation quickly approaching, the psychics of PK Academy (and Akechi) worry that they'll drift apart. Luckily, they come up with an idea.

"Let's all meet up in the year 2030!"

A lot can change in a decade.

[Notes: Kind of like a psychicker class reunion where they're all adults with jobs and everything catching up. Future chapters were going to have almost a Scooby Doo vibe (with a twist reveal at the end about Aiura's husband!) I abandoned it because I posted some art and someone called my art creepy and it made the whole fic feel bad to think about. Maybe I'll get back to it someday. It's cool to see how quickly my writing improved. I was also super proud of how well I wrote Akechi's dialogue here]

Hotel Valentine

Published September 24, 2021

Summary: Toritsuka Reita is a pretty lucky guy. He somehow managed to not get expelled from PK Academy, he graduated, and he's avoided creeping on any living girls for a few months. To celebrate, the PK Psychics paid for a one-night stay in the fanciest hotel in Tokyo so Reita can creep on the ghost girl of his dreams. Pretty lucky, right?

Too bad things aren't going his way. He's being ignored by the staff, he's bored out of his mind, and he can't find the ghost girl anywhere. Some vacation, huh?

[Notes: Spoiler: Toritsuka's a ghost stuck in a nice hotel. This is based on a concept album that most of you have never heard but hear me out! It really has nothing to do with the Cibo Matto album of the same title except that the chapters are named after the songs and there are fun Easter eggs for fans of the album. Another slightly sad ending but not too bad]

Coffee & TV

Published August 27th, 2022

Summary: The new silence in her house felt heavy on Kumi's shoulders. Everything reminded her of Kumagoro... especially her grandson Kusuo, who has been coming to visit more often than ever before.

[Notes: this is my least popular finished fic and I understand why. It's about grief and the loss of a grandparent. It's about the unique pain that a psychic would have after failing to prevent that death. There's a sad twist that TBH I think I was a little too subtle with. One of my favorites]

Friendly Fire

Published January 8, 2023

Summary: Being an adult is great until the Problems start. Good grief.

30-year-old Kusuo's psychic powers have been pretty well controlled for over a decade. Why are things starting to go haywire all of a sudden?

[Notes: Friendly Fire my fucking beloved!! In this fic, Saiki gets essentially psychic multiple sclerosis and has to deal with some complicated emotions. I don't think it's a masterpiece or anything but it was cathartic to write and I'm in love with the versions of these characters that I wrote here. So much so that I'm writing a sequel just so I can write more of them. Also, FINALLY a happy ending!!]

Ramen Ikouze?

Published April 28, 2023

Summary: After being dragged to get ramen with Nendou every week, Kusuo starts to realize that it's not so bad after all.

[Notes: I love Nendou, he's so good. This fic is very cute and about their friendship. A couple of fun twists]

Saiki has Plans?

Published May 2, 2023

Summary: Saiki mentions having plans after school, and the overactive imaginations at PK Academy work themselves into a fuss trying to imagine what he could be doing.

[Notes: This fic follows around a bunch of Saiki's classmates as they gossip and snoop to find out what he's up to. It's my most popular fic for some reason]

A Bright Flash

Published May 13, 2023

Summary: Saiki develops an annoying new ability, and through some comedy series logic is forced to tell Teruhashi about it. She tries to be a good ally to her "newly psychic" crush.

[Notes: Teruhashi accidentally finds out about Saiki's new power and he's like "fine. I'm a psychic. But it's just this one power and nothing else."]

Heat Wave

Published June 6, 2023

Summary: There's a historic heat wave in Hidariwakibara, and some of our favorite PK Academy students end up running into each other while taking refuge from the hot weather.

A series of four standalone (but connected) stories taking place at the same time:

Aiura has a vision of disaster, and she and Nendou try to stop it

Yumehara gives Toritsuka some advice to improve his game

Akechi meets Teruhashi's brother

Saiki really wants some shaved ice from the kakigori stand where Mera is working

[Notes: The summary explains it well but also I weaved so many connections between the chapters (that are all happening at roughly the same time). It was also a lot of fun writing interactions between characters that didn't get much in canon. Also you can tell it was hot as hell when I wrote it because I definitely gave Saiki some kind of psychic heat intolerance lol]

Immunity

Published July 6, 2023

Summary: She didn't know why, but Kokomi was finally able to see the truth.

Why Saiki seemed to appear and disappear without explanation. Why it seemed like he always knew what she was planning. Why he wore those weird hairpins.

It was all so obvious now.

Saiki had psychic powers.

[Notes: The veil is lifted suddenly and all the truths that Saiki kept locked behind his mind control were revealed to Teruhashi. He and Aiura have a chat with her about it. Also this was the first fic of mine that an IRL friend read (to my knowledge) and his comment was something like "I don't know anything about your boy but he sounds autistic and gnc" and I took that as a fucking compliment! You know you've written Saiki right when people can see that shit from space]

The Disastrous Financial Situation of Saiki K

Published August 9, 2023 (IN PROGRESS)

Summary: Adjusting to his new limitations has been annoying, and now Kusuo (age 31) needs a car to get around.

Unfortunately, taking time off work has drained his savings.

How is he going to get the money for a car now?

[Notes: This is my sequel to Friendly Fire but it's a lot lighter in nature. 100-Yen-Man goes around doing stuff for Saiki's friends. There are mentions of his disability from Friendly Fire and it's plot relevant but I think you can catch on even if you didn't read the original. I haven't updated in a while but I am actively working on it!! A Yumehara and Makino chapter next and then a Toritsuka chapter after that. TBH this isn't my best work and it's pretty unpopular but I'm having fun and that's all that counts)

#i got my work done so as i promised.. this is my reward #this is for organization purposes and to get me thinking about the things I've written again #my fics #saiki

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A wound willing to heal//Aemond Targaryen x Velaryon!fem!reader.

After kneeling for Queen Rhaenyra, Aemond and Saera struggle to win the confidence of the family. An incident during training makes Luke change his way of seeing his uncle. Part 3 of "Today was a win" and the part 1 doesn't show in tumble but check out my AO3.

Or: Aemond tries to cheer oc up and she spends the day being a simp for him. Jace is a little bitch in here, as the big brother he actually is.

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The mornings came with a raven, the Greens have wrote about Aemond's treason, saying it must be Saera's tricks. They were begging for him to come back. The letter was read put loud during breakfast, making everyone in the room know and Aemond let him, another prove of his loyalty to Rhaenyra. They all listened and Saera sat beside him. A hand touching his hand, he looked at her and she her worried face. He hold her hand tightly, letting her know it was fine. When the reading was finished, he asked to see the letter himself. Everyone tried to keep minding their own business, but neither Jace or Daemon could stop staring. Thank the gods, Rhaenyra asked for their attention.

Saera saw Aemond reading, it was quick, he started to rip it apart. This caught her by surprise, it was writen by his mother, that was a very violent gesture. And so she asked.

"That wasn't my mother's words..." he responded.

"How could you tell?"

"It wasn't even her handwriting...and she always writes her own letters".

He was hurt by that, her mother must have giving him up. Maybe Otto haven't, and he, as always, used her daughter's sweetness to manipulate everyone on her name. She felt sorry for him, should she show it? No, he didn't liked to be pitied. But making it seem like it was nothing felt even worse, because many people didn't care for him, not even Alicent apparently. And the last thing Saera wished is to provoke such a pain to him. But he stood up before she could finish her debate. He walked out of the room, and she knew where he was going. To train. That's what calmed him, and in times of war, no training was enough.

Saera spend the morning close to her mother, writing what felt like hundreds of short letters. Baela and Rhaena with her too. The boys were dealing with the weapon issues. When one of the septas irrupted the queen, she begged for her to pay attention to little Viserys, as he was throwing a tantrum and called for her mother.

"I'll take care of him, mother" she said.

"No, dear, I will go. You can come with me."

They both walked to the babies room. As Rhaenyra calmed down Viserys, Saera could only stare. She felt awkward around her, after all this time, she came back and started a fight because of Aemond. They didn't know what to say to each other, it was tense, something was off.

"I would love to be a mother someday" said Saera, trying to start a conversation.

"You will, Saera. I'm sure."

"Yes, but...do you think I could choose the father?"

Her mother said nothing, eyeing her while calming her baby. Of course, she knew where she was turning.

"Aemond have probably saved my life, mother"

"It's too soon." She cut her. "It's too soon to tell. He might be spying. He might have this hole thing calculated with Otto."

"Please, trust him. He has kneeled before you, mother. He deserves the same trust anyone else has."

"It is not the same, child."

"It is...and im not a child anymore." She was angry now. They both were. "You trust Daemon, who always longed for a high position on the Throne. Don't deny it. You married the Rogue Prince even after your own father exiled him multiple times..."

"It is not the same." She punctuated.

"Is it not? I need to remind you then...remind you about the years you left me at the Red Keep. You have no idea, absolutely not idea, about the insults, the gossips and the ignorance I had suffer because of your fame. For being your own daughter. And Aemond was there, all that time. And he was sweet to me. Everyday. If he wished to be Hand, his own brother could have named him back un the capital. But he chose me, because that's what you do for the people you love. You help them."

She went quiet, Rhaenyra as well. Her daughter was now crying and she had way to many words on her throat and a baby on her arms that needed to calm. So the only thing she said was "Go". And she watched as Saera stormed out of the room.

Back in the training session, Aemond swished his sword with such a smoothness that Jace and Luke could do nothing but stare. He was furious about something, one could see it by the poor mannequins he cut down. The both saw as their sister walked towards Aemond. Her eyes seemed red, she was upset. She waited for Aemond to pause before calling his name softly. When he turned, he didn't expected to see her sad beautiful face, he immediately dropped the sword.

"What has happen, Sae?" He took her face on his hands. And she told a summary of the conversation with Rhaenyra. A few tears kept on dropping over her cheeks. Aemond clean them away. "Do not worry, she will trust me, one of this days, when the fire starts she will see me choose your side." She nodded, and tried to think of a way to entertain her.

"Does my lady know how to protect herself in case I get a cold before the battle?" He asked, taking the sword again.

"Im afraid I would use it to cut my skirt so I could run away faster."

"Smart move, honestly. Come here and let me teach you some moves." He hold up his hand for Saera to take it. Then he pushed her, putting her back against his torso. He could speak directly into her ear as they watched the poor wooden mannequin. He put the sword on her hands, he then remembered the recent cuts of her palms, so he hold the sword as well, his hands over her hands, sharing the movements.

"It's that poor thing our enemy?" She asked, pointing at the unrecognisable wooden doll.

"Poor thing? He's a dick head, i greeted him this morning and he never greeted back. I hate bad-mannered mother fuckers."

This made Saera crack up, and the sound of her laughter made him feel proud and relieved. They continued to cut him, Aemond guiding her with exaggerated but slow movements, so she couldn't hurt her wounds. He used this opportunity to kiss her neck and cheeks a few times, tickling her as well. She continued to laugh before pushing away the sword and turning to him. She pushed him away, a fake frown on her forehead.

"You are starting to be annoying, Aemond." She said, referring to his insistence of tickling her even after she begged (with giggles) to stop.

"It's my payment. After all this years of you following me around only to talk about books. You didn't know how to shut up, my lady."

"I know...but you were always there to listen."

"There was no prove about me listening."

"Yes they were...you didn't walk away from me...not once."

He got her closer to him. Holding her waist. "Alright, maybe I did enjoy your lectures..."

The looked at eachother for a beat before kissing. A slow and tender kiss. It was short but sweet, a healing for Saera, and she put her head in Aemonds chest as he hugged her. When he stared at the distance, he finally saw them, the brothers.

"I know I'm handsome, nephews. But it's getting annoying at this point. Come and train with me."

Jace and Luke looked at eachother, Saera looked at them as well. She putted herself away when they walked towards them.

"We were waiting for you to leave the training station." Said Jace, his head held high.

"Scare I would strike a traitorous coup?" Asked Aemond, with the same dignity Jace showed.

"You couldn't possibly think that we would trust you after a single day, could you?"

"I have done whatever I've been asked too, it's in your conscience to trust me or not."

"Well then, I choose not to. Would you go away now?"

Saera pushed Aemond's arm, trying to drag him towards her, as she was noticing the change of his expression, the tension building up in his body, as the anger started to grow. Luke, who watched her sister's struggle, did something similar with Jace.

"We can come back later, come on Jace" he said. "Mother would probably needs us for something."

When Aemond finally stared back at Saera, a single glance made him remember his new role.

"No, I will let you both train. I had a good session already this morning." He said, leaving his sword on the table.

And the both walked away from them. A bit of anger still covered Aemond's posture as he left, the brothers surprised by his sudden act. She reached for his hand, caressing it as a try to calm him down. And it worked. They got inside the castle again, he had offered her to write the rest of the boring letters, giving her hands a break. She repeated out loud what her mother told her to say, a list of lords on her hand. She loved to see him write and wrap the letters, his expression so serious, so calm.

"I really wish my mother could make you a high lord of something one day." She said out of the blue.

"Why do you wish for that, my lady?" He said, eye still on he paper.

"You look so...prepared. Such a great sense of duty...concentrated, intelectual...handsome." this made him smirk and she landed a kiss on his cheek.

When she turned to the large balcony, she spotted her brothers. They were training, poor Luke, he wasn't very good at it. He was just a kid, much more sentimental than Jace. He was quick but not strong. They started to fight, it seemed. The screams became louder, even Aemond stopped it to listen. Now Jace was pushing him. Saera started to worry.

"Aemond...Aemond, look!" She called. "Jace is going out of his mind!"

No teacher was there that day, the guards were much more distributed and Daemon had left for the day to do other business. So the boys were training with no vigilance. And Jacaerys was starting to take his anger upon his little brother. Aemond was faster than Saera, and he pushed Jace aside.

"Are you trying to kill him?" Asked Saera, angry, picking Luke up from the ground.

"We are training, mind your own business!"

"She won't, you are acting like a fucking child, nephew." Said Aemond.

"Fuck you, uncle. I'm just trying to show him the truth. This is war. Show your enemies no quarter." He said, justifying himself.

"Luke is not your fucking enemy, Jace. He's your brother!" Said Saera.

"He has to learn! Not all of us can fuck our way to protection" he spitted, looking at Aemond instead.

They all went quiet, Aemond gave his back to Jace before turning again a throwing him a punch on the face. He hold him by the collars of his shirt.

"Don't you dare speak to your sister that way. It's not your siblings fault you are scared as shit of this war. We are all scared, you dick head. So you better keep youself together or I will end your suffering before the battle starts."

And he pushed him down. He looked at Lucerys, who was holding her sister's hand, watching with her the horror of the scene.

"Sorry, Saera...maybe this was a step back..." he apologised before looking at Luke. "Are you okey, boy?"

Lucerys nodded and the siblings left Aemond to walk alone for some moments, they had to do something with Jace, who was standing now.

The meal was the moment when they all reunited. Rhaenyra, Daemon, Baela and Rhaena, Luke, Jace and Saera. Aemond came late, with ink in his fingers, he bowed to Rhaenyra before sitting down besides Saera.

"I have been told about the fight, Jacaerys." Informed the queen.

He looked ashamed, Aemond was right about him and so he apologised. "I am sorry, Luke. I didn't mean to scare you like that. And... Saera...dear sister. I beg your pardon for my words. Its not a real thought, it was just my anger throwing insults." He looked at Aemond, not saying anything, not even mentioning the purple circle that was forming down his eye. Baela gave him a soft smile when both sibling accepted the apology. Luke, in the other hand, felt the need to talk, so he rised from his seat. He stood awkwardly, as the entire family stared at him.

"I would like to thank Aemond and Saera. For the aid...specially Aemond. He was the one trying to calm Jace, mother." He pointed out. "And...I want to apologise too...for...for the eye."

They all looked at Aemond, who seemed surprised but kind of amused.

"I was just a kid, trying to stop a fight as well. But I couldn't punch, I was nervous...I was never too good of a fighter. And I have hurted you for life. I'm sorry."

"Don't be, my prince. We were both kids, and I did you all a wrong. I started the fight and went to far. You just did what anyone else would have done. But...thank you, for the apology. Can't say it hasn't been a struggle." He said.

"I opened a wound to hard to close, Aemond. And im glad you are trying to heal it. It's hard but it's honorable. I'm happy you wish to form part of this family."

Aemond stood, he reached Luke and offered a hand.

"The past is behind. No hard feelings."

"No hard feelings." said Luke as they shaked hands.

Saera smiled wide, and hold Aemonds hand behind the table. The meal continued with talks of plans and some updates, but Rhaenyra could barely focus on it. She kept staring at the couple. Two silver haired Targaryens, one outgoing while the other reserved. One sweet and the other bitter. One full of dignity and the other holding the knife. Now she saw what her father saw one day, and she took a decision at that very moment.

When the meal was over, Saera reached Luke before he dissappear into his chamber.

"You are the best brother a sister can wish for." And she gave him a kiss on the cheek he quickly clean off.

"I just didn't want to hear you cutting your hands again. You are given to hurt yourself easily." He joked with a satisfied smile.

She was called by her mother to the throne room. Just her. And there she stood. In front of that giant throne. Her mother looked solemn.

"I have decided. And I wish with all my heart that I'm not making a mistake. I will let you choose a husband." She announced. He daughter smiled and run to her, hugging and kissing the Queen. Rhaenyra could only laugh and smile at the childish reaction of her only girl and watched as she ran out the room. Saera found him in the library of Dragonstone. And flashbacks came into her mind. He was lost in a book, as always.

"What is that one about?" She asked. He looked at her and smiled.

"Battle strategies, my lady."

"Oh...I haven't read that one." She got closer.

"Don't bother, it's quite boring. Plain instructions, that's all." He pushed to book away, letting the girl sit on the table while he was on the chair.

"I like stories of romance."

"I know that, Saera. I think you have made me listen to your opinion in every single one in existence."

"But now I want to write one myself."

He was confused, but she kissed him, making him forget everything on his mind. He moved her hands towards her hips and put her on her lap. He rested a hand over her belly.

"My mother aproves." She said. Aemond decided to joke and smirked.

"That's great, congratulations then."

"Ask me, Aemond." She whispered into his mouth, giving him another kiss, much sensual, slower. "Ask me and I'll be yours."

He kissed her chin slowly.

"Marry me, Saera."

And she kissed him again, they both melted into each other, back in the library of Dragonstone.

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roo-bastmoon · 1 year

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Thoughts on Yoonmin Suchwita

Just a quickie write up of my first impressions as I'm slammed with deadlines at work today.

Of course Park Jimin brought Yoongi a birthday cake and serenaded him. Of course he did.

How touching to learn Yoongi bought Jimin his first alcoholic drink to help him through his soulmate dumpling fight!

Early in the year Jimin was in a huge funk and drank a lot (I WONDER WHAT COULD BE THE REASON), but then he snapped out of it for Las Vegas and spent 10 months obsessively working on his album, in which he realized how good he's had it, where he needs to improve, and what he really wants. Amazing creative growth.

So, clearly Yoonmin enjoy pulling each other's pigtails. Hearing Yoongi tease Jimin that he didn't have the body to go shirtless any more... not gonna lie, I sucked in a sharp breath. I am super sensitive to this because of my own disordered eating in the past as a dancer, and I know how Jimin gets dragged online damned near every day for being "Pigman." Frankly, Yoongi should know it, too. But Jimin seemed totally unbothered and they do razz each other about everything, so I'm gonna try and let this go.

The other thing I'm going to try and let go is how hard folks are going to lean into Jimin saying Letter was a fan song. Yes, it was an Easter egg for fans, and yes, he does love us. No, that song is not FOR us and anyone with half a brain gets what is being coded. But I'm not gonna argue about it any more than I'm going to argue about the placement of a J over an M tattoo that keeps being retouched while the others are neglected. If you want plausible deniability, Jikook will always give it to you. Have at it.

Anyway, I was so moved by all the wonderful things Yoongi said, in between teasing Jimin--how proud he was of Jimin, how hard he worked, practicing every single day, that he was a genius, that he always knew Jimin had the unique voice to be a great singer, that he wanted Jimin on his team from day one... that of course he will come to the music shows to support Jimin. Yoongi doesn't typically gush so this warmed my heart.

The way Yoongi kept insisting Jimin come appear on stage while he's on tour and Jimin eventually agreeing that he will. (Roo is going to try very, very hard not to hope he will come to Newark. More than likely Jimin will visit Yoongi on a stage is Asia and that's cool. It's all cool. If Roo saw Park Jimin in person this April, she would combust.)

It was made clear that the members are responsible for their solo promotions and have a heavy say in their albums so I hope that kills any rumors that the company is forcing a narrative or picking favorites. Everything is unfolding how the Tannies wish it to and that's good enough for me to get behind it.

I love how Jimin said that there's no difference between Park Jimin and Jimin of BTS--how he wants to keep going as a team until they are in their 80s--how what he looks forward to most is getting back together in 2025.

Also the way he kept hinting at another album (and the way Yoongi called him out on that--Yoongi pulled no punches, goddamn.)

It was adorable the way they made each other giggle about product placements, fan calls, fan challenges and the like. These two. I'm so glad Yoongi has Jimin and the other members to get silly with. And Jimin laughed til he cried. It was healing to see.

I love that they keep in touch with Jin, that they bring Jin mulhue, that they are happy he's at a healthy weight now.

I'm a little thrown about Yoongi mentioning grandkids but then bisexuals exist and there's been rumors he's dating a woman for a while now. I am not going to dig into it because that's his business. If Yoongi wants a family someday, awesome sauce. If Yoongi doesn't, awesome sauce. I mean this sincerely--I support all 7 wherever they go on their journeys. Even if Jikook don't end up together, I'll be sad about it, but I'm still in this Bangtan shit for life. I'm OT7, and Jimin ult biased, then a Jikook supporter. I happen to believe that Jikook are very much together but being very careful about showing that openly, but if you think otherwise, or it ends up being otherwise, that's honestly okay.

I will just say I'm loving that Yoongi gave Jimin a gift of pillow mist spray in Jungkook's and Jimin's favorite scent of lavender.

Mostly just happy to see our boys so happy.

PS. The bottles in this shot are signed by Jin and Hobi. *wibble*

#jimin #yoongi #suchwita

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madsmilfelsen · 19 days

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20 questions for fic writers

tagged by @thenookienostradamus, quyanaa!

1. How many works do you have on Ao3? 22 :)

2. What’s your total Ao3 word count? 237, 409, yeehaw!

3. What fandoms do you write for? Magic Mike (allegedly), Always Sunny (allegedly), Killer Joe, True Detective (season one, I get too weepy if I think about season four too long but someday!), Midnight Mass, Shadow & Bone, Tell Me Your Secrets, Loki, and I've got an original work snuck in there, too

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

5. Do you respond to comments? Typically! I have a habit of hoarding my favorites in my inbox so if I take a week or three months to answer you it's because I've been thinking about kissing you on the mouth. Comments really make my day so I do my best to show gratitude to those who take the time to make them.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Maybe Sinhound? I don't set out to write angst.................. ever, but ending with Mildred's funeral wasn't what I was expecting either.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? All of them :) I'm a sucker for love and happy endings :)))))

8. Do you get hate on fics? no and that gets more and more shocking each time I post a new work lately as my ao3 becomes a pit of depravity while I work through everything I can't put in my novel manuscript.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? hell yeah fuck yeah. I like playing in varying degrees of consent, unhealthy or unbalanced dynamics, girls who come too fast and have weird relationships with sex, yada yada. I have a really supportive husband who I am disgustingly, deeply in love with so a lot of genuine warm and fuzzy feelings for one old man in particular generates a lot of material.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? I simply don't have the mind processes for it and admire those who can mix media like that.

11. free space / no question here, send me an ask with one instead please :)

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Not that I know of! would be awfully neat though.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? Oh man, I had a fun star wars piece I was writing with my dear friend, Jess, when impostor syndrome struck too hard to finish-- I still have the embroidery she did of our title (the inverse must also be true) in my office hanging below my first rejection letter :)

14. What’s your all time favorite ship? every goblin couple that make out nasty style, so uh, rust/sugar :( they're so special to me and pulled me out of a Hellacious writer's block

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? My only wip is Sunday School Dropout because I sort of forgot where I was going with it, it'll come back with light voyeurism, blood drinking, virginity taking, the usual order

16. What are your writing strengths? I feel like this is question to really sell myself but honestly, hell if I know, creating place? mannerisms maybe? Beyond my general insecurities, some of the nicest compliments I've gotten are for things I did unintentionally so hard to say! I have crafted some fuckin nonlinear bangers I'll give myself that much.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? I DON'T KNOW HOW TO MAINTAIN TENSE and I HAVE NO WORKING KNOWLEDGE OF SENTENCE STRUCTURES, which annoy me and are my father's biggest complaints so I can't take them seriously enough to consciously attempt to improve on them yet. Lately, I've been smoking weed and flipping vocabulary flashcards before bed because my diction feels stagnant, a bit repetitive across pieces like.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? I can't even speak english well enough to write coherently I'm not going to fuck up further with google translate. I did some ballet au's a few years back that I know have some french in it but I think I did a firmly okay job with the sprinkles of dialogue-- I know damn well my terminology is correct.

19. First fandom you wrote for? technically game of thrones, I have a sansa/sandor reunion very angrily tapped out in my notes app when season eight skipped it. The first work I posted was Seduction of Odile after I saw a post here about the potential of a rey/kylo blackswan au, reached out and asked if I could give it a try and here I am 22 works and years later :)

20. Favorite fic you’ve written? I'm going to be corny but I have a soft spot for every fic that connected me with other writers who are so talented and inspiring and force me to be better so I feel like I can talk to them lmao

tagging tagging tagging @the-heartlines @labyrinthphanlivingafacade @littleredwritingcat @abeadofpoison @teeth-ing @itstendereye @barbie-nightmare-house

#it's spring and there is rain on my metal roof and peepers peeping in the swamp #i'm v happy and the will to write is strong again :)#mads levshakoff

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BG3 Tav Backstory Bash by Kelandrin

This is a challenge to help people flesh out their Tav’s backstory by exploring their past. It is organized into four sections with seven prompts. You can treat this as a monthly challenge or a general project. You can write headcanons, fics, or share art based on the prompts! You can interpret the prompts however you want. If you want to share use the tag #bg3backstorybash

I was tagged by NO ONE. I am unstoppable.

Tagging (no pressure!): @tavsboots @whenwindwhispers @himbo-hunter-hadrian @vatyrie-avaris @durgeteriormotives @fainlin @auspex-author

INGRID SULLENBERGER

Deep Gnome — Druid (Circle of the Spores)

Baby:

Parents

Calvin "Sully" Sullenberger: He's an artificer and he works for the Ironhand Gnomes. He doesn't feel that strongly about their mission statement though. He's more self-serving than that. He believes in it, just not enough to die for the cause himself. He prioritizes his own skin first. He loves the fact his current wife hates his ex wife. He enjoys being fought over, even if it hurts his kids in the long run.

Greta Bloodstone: She's Ingrid turned up to 11. She's far more timid and scared, and she gives into her fears. She's the reason Ingrid refuses to let her fear win. She's seen what a doormat it made of her mother. She's a bard who often sings about other people's accolades, except for her own daughter's.

Anna Sullenberger: She's Ingrid's step-mother and Sully's second wife. She never behaved like an actual parent to Ingrid, but she's here on a technicality. Anna is a forest gnome and she hates living in the Underdark. She's convinced she'll change Sully's mind about leaving someday. She tries to use the fact the kids both left as an excuse to move to Baldur's Gate. She's just as self-serving as Sully, she's just more open about it. Anna is a wizard who focuses on illusion.

Birth

Ingrid was born in Silverdale, a deep gnome settlement in the Underdark. It's largely hidden away which is partially why it's still standing.

Greta had a midwife while having Ingrid and it was a traumatic birth. Both survived, but Greta decided she would not have any more children. She felt it would be too dangerous for her. It was a source of contention between her and Sully.

First word / Tantrum / When they first walked / First sickness

Her first word was "Ada." Correct me if I'm wrong, but I do believe that's the gnomish word for dad. That would have been her first word, just for the man to mostly reject her.

Her first tantrum would have been over a lack of attention, most likely.

She started walking at around 10 months old.

Her first sickness was a cold. She was a baby and miserable, but it wasn't life threatening.

Childhood:

Friends

She didn't have a ton of friends growing up, but she did have some. They send letters to one another.

Bimpnottin Cobblegem (she/they): I saw the name Bimpnottin and decided I needed to have someone in Ingrid's life named this. Bimpnottin is a sweetheart, but naive. They've never left their hometown of Silverdale. Bimpnottin also talks very loudly almost all of the time. She comes from a long line of cobblers and she kept up the tradition.

Gerbo Ironfoot (he/him): He was another childhood friend. He was the kid who talked the others into doing stuff. He wasn't a bad kid, just a little rebellious. He's a fisherman these days and he's married to Orla, a tailor, and they have two kids, Roondar and Dimble.

Umber Rivers (they/them): I'll talk about them in a minute. They weren't a friend in the traditional sense. They were a druid water genasi and the reason Ingrid became a druid.

Siblings

Ingrid has one younger half-brother, Sebastian. His other is a forest gnome and so he looks like a forest gnome. No one immediately pegs them as siblings because of it. I'm still fleshing him out. He is either an artificer, like his father, or a wizard who focuses on transmutation.

Getting into trouble

She rarely got into trouble as a kid. Or, at least, for anything she actually did. Anna was hard on her and would get upset with her over small things, like how she cleaned dishes or something of that nature.

Birthday

I've been waffling on exactly when, partially because I keep forgetting the calendar months in DnD/BG3. I'm officially going on record as making it 22 Alturiak. In her original story, she was born on February 22nd.

She would celebrate as a kid, but they would be small occasions with just close friends and her brother.

Games / Learning something new

She played the same games as many other deep gnome children. She did spend a lot of time alone, so she learned to entertain herself a lot.

She likes to learn. As a kid, she would get excited when she had a chance to learn something new. As a baby, she was a lot more afraid of things. It wasn't until she got older that she deliberately started fighting her fears.

Trauma

Oh boy, her parents did a number on her. Her dad was more excited to have two women fight over him than take care of his kids. He allowed Anna to treat the kids as pawns.

She was neglected a lot as a kid. Her parents were way more into their own drama than the kids.

She and Sebastian were pitted against each other. They have no ill will toward each other, but they never had a chance to grow close. Maybe one day they'll change that.

Teenager:

First love

Her first crush was her schoolmate, Alston Garnet (he/him). He was a deep gnome fighter. She didn't know that much about him because it was a pretty innocent teen crush.

I like to use songs as reference points and my first immediate thought was I'm In A Perfect Relationship from Central Park. It's the perfect sum up of how she and Alston felt about each other.

They both think it's really funny now that they're adults. They aren't close, but do consider each other friends.

Alston is now in a relationship with a deep gnome ranger, Orryn Filchbatter (he/him).

Rebellion / Running away

Her fondest memory comes from the one time she ran away. She was probably around 13, just barely a teen. She left home and traveled the Underdark alone when she was discovered by a druid. The druid guided her home and kept her safe. It left a huge impression on her and it's why she's a druid.

The druid who took care of her was Umber Rivers, a nonbinary water genasi who identified with the Circle of Land (Coast). As a kid, Ingrid fantasized about Umber raising her instead of her parents.

Reckless behavior

She wasn't really a reckless kid. She would sometimes get pulled into things by friends (Gerbo specifically) or her parents. This is when she started to experiment with drugs to treat her anxiety. She eventually found the right mix. It only counts as reckless behavior because she had no guidance while doing it as a teenager.

Peer pressure

She would sometimes give into peer pressure. It was never when it came to hurting other people though. Every time she gave into peer pressure, it was usually just stupid teen shenanigans or trying a drink or drug she shouldn't.

Taking responsibility

She was good at taking responsibility for her actions as a teen. Sometimes a little too much where she'd be held responsible for stuff that wasn't even her fault.

She was often treated like an adult by her parents. Parentification led to her taking responsibility for stuff her parents did, too. It didn't help her anxiety.

Adulthood:

Their “first time”

Donella Underhill (she/her) was her first real relationship and the person she shared her first time with. Donella was a deep gnome cleric, but she focused on becoming a merchant. Donella still lives in Silverdale and sells potions. If someone ever goes to Silverdale, they could encounter her as a potion seller.

The first time was awkward, but they learned a lot from each other.

Ingrid and Donella no longer talk.

Serious relationships

Depends on the universe/AU! In BG3/DnD, her first serious relationship was with Donella. They were young and it didn't end well. Neither of them knew how to navigate relationships and Ingrid didn't know how to set boundaries of any kind.

They have no ill will toward each other, but also have no interest in reconnecting. When they first broke up, there was a lot of raw feelings that turned into "hatred" for each other. Once it subsided, they took a much more nuanced view of the failed relationship.

Donella is now married to another deep gnome named Caramip Sparklegem.

Work

She's a druid, but she also works and makes money as a tattoo artist.

In her original universe, she's a human and a tattooist. It's not the career people expect of her. She loves tattoos and she loves drawing, so it made sense.

Leaving home

She was still a teen when she officially left home for good. She figured if she could take care of herself, she could hit the bricks. She wasn't kicked out, she just didn't want to be around her parents anymore.

Aging

She's a deep gnome so she could live to 350 to 500 years. And that's assuming some DnD shenanigans don't prolong or shorten her life somehow.

Most deep gnomes are expected to ease into adult life by 40 and she's only 28.

Staring a family/found family

Minty, Laura, and Bex are her found family. If you have to compare them to anything, I would say sisters or cousins. In BG3, she also considers her companions found family.

Eventually, she might like to settle down and have children with someone. This could be biological or adopted children. She does fear she'll have a similar birth experience as her mother though.

#bg3backstorybash #bg3 tav #bg3 oc #ingrid

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d-lioncourt · 10 months

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— A goodbye letter to Noctua Gaunt, from Ominis —

"My dear Aunt Noctua,

It’s so difficult to write, to put all that I feel on paper, knowing my words will not reach you at last. Hogwarts has been a difficult journey and not exactly in an academic way. The first day I came here, I felt afraid and obliged to follow the tradition that our family had insisted on us pursuing at all costs, the so-called legacy of Salazar Slytherin.

But we clearly know this is not all that is to it. My fellow classmates out there were afraid when I mentioned our family name. It feels like a simple word already implies that I'm involved in what precisely I'm so desperately, trying to escape from. I've heard the word out there, and I'd rather not spend my time changing anybody's mind, because I owe them no explanations for what we've suffered.

Afternoons were lonely most of the time I wasn't with my friend Sebastian. I found comfort on the upper floor of the Defense Against the Darks Art Tower, there's always music playing and it helps ease out the sorrow. I used to safeguard the undercroft's entrance until a new student found out about it.

I blamed this student for the sudden recklessness of Sebastian, to realize it was not her. When Anne left due to her sickness, it opened a rift in us. I decided to heal from another loss, but he decided to pursue her safety, risking his own.

The whole story is complex, but this isn't the reason why I'm reaching out. I wanted to thank you for raising me and evoking in me the only safety I needed to survive what I did. You made me question tradition and morality, to go beyond what is expected of us.

Even being associated with my house at Hogwarts bothered me for a while. I felt unwelcomed even if I was the closest descendant Slytherin could ask for, ready to carry a wish that I despised.

The new student pushed me that day out of my stubbornness and gave me closure about what happened to you. I found peace in my wandering, but never in your memory. I found strength in your research, and I should honor you feeling proud of our capabilities, and not distraught about our heritage.

Today, I'll be marrying her, the woman who encouraged me to open up to someone else, even if that meant feeling vulnerable once again. I had to learn to confide in others, and I wasn't wrong with her, she's a reason to smile.

I gave her your locket, it'll remind me every time I feel it that your purpose was not in vain, and your cause will be carried along someday by others as good-hearted as we are, as you'll always be remembered.

Thank you, Aunt, for not bending your will on what was forced on us, and remaining a beacon of light in those dark times, even for a blind man.

Love you always, Ominis."

— d-lioncourt

#ominis gaunt #hogwarts legacy #noctua gaunt #hogwarts legacy ominis #ao3 fanfic

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androgynealienfemme · 1 year

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"When did we get separated in life, sweet warrior woman? We thought we'd won the war of liberation when we embraced the word gay. Then, suddenly there were professors and doctors and lawyers coming out of the woodwork telling us that meetings should be run by Robert's Rules of Order. (Who died and left Robert god?) We dressed up after work for the new meetings on campus, but they drove us out, made us feel ashamed of how we looked. They said we were male chauvinist pigs: the enemy. It was women's hearts they broke. We were not hard to send away. We went quietly. The plants closed, something we never could have imagined. That's when I was sent into exile and began passing as a man. Strange to be exiled form your own gender to borders that will never be home. You were banished too, to another land, with your own gender, and yet forced apart from the women you loved as much as you tried to love yourself. For more than twenty years i have lived on this lonely shore, wondering what became of you. Did you wash off your Saturday-night makeup in shame? Did you burn in anger when women said, "if I wanted a man, I'd be with a real one"? Are you turning tricks today? Are you waiting tables or learning WordPerfect? Are you in a lesbian bar looking out of the corner of your eye for the butchest woman in the room? Do the women there talk about Democratic politics and photography and co-ops? Are you with women who bleed only monthly on their cycles? Or are you in another blue-collar town, lying with an unemployed auto worker who is much more like me than they are, listening for the even breathing of your sleeping children? Do you bind his emotional woulds the way you tried to heal mine? Do you ever think of me in the cool night? I've been writing this letter to you for hours. My ribs hurt bad from a beating two weeks ago. You know. I never could have survived this long if I'd never known your love. yet still I ache with missing you. I need you so. Only you could melt this stone. Are you ever coming back? The storm has passed now. There is a pink glow at the horizon outside my window. I am remembering the nights I fucked you deep and slow until the sky was just this color. I can't think about you anymore; the pain is swallowing me up. I have to put your memory away, like a precious sepia photograph. There are still so many things I want to tell you, to share with you. Since I can't male you this letter, I'll sent it to a place where they keep women's memories safe. Maybe someday, passing through this big city, you will stop and read it. Maybe you won't. Good night, my love." -"Letter to a fifties femme from a stone butch" Leslie Feinberg, The Persistent Desire, (Edited by Joan Nestle) (1992)

#The Persistent Desire #leslie feinberg #lesbian #lesbianism #lesbian writing #lesbian lit #butchfemme #butch lesbian #butch #femme lesbian #femme

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Your conlang seems very interesting! Care to infodump a bit, if you want? (I'm genuine) (I'm a language nerd)

It is still in it's infancy so it's a hot mess right now, but I'd love tell y'all about it! It's a mix of all my random amateur language studies and just straight up 'the ghosts told me this word' lol

It's called Akelkiahn, as it is the language of the people of Akelkiah (basically my religions avalon, eden, etc). It's shorthand is AKL. I do have a baby blog @akelkiah where I plan to post in the language and about the culture and shit! I mostly use it as a tag system and when I write spells!

I generated it using vulgarlang.com and have been working at nitpicking the words and shit for a few years. I use IPA reader for pronounciations.I chose Hebrew as the base phonetics because when I have HEARD the language in my dreams and from the spirits it sounded similar, and I figured it was a good start as I would be adding on a LOT of dialects.,the only word I really remember hearing in my dreams was 'kipahnu' which meant 'little rebel', and they also said 'shamat' meant baby. Each of dialect is separated by colour (this diagram is old and messy I made it in like 5 min. names at the bottom are the deities)

I don't have a script yet and idk anything about lingustics terms or anything so I'll give a little demo of some phrases and break it down.I was a DINGUS and did not save the grammar rules.... so if it's wrong.... let me live.

To cut down on using pronouns over and over, you can mark things by using the last few letters added on to the word. For plurals you just repeat the last letter or syllable. to NEGATE a word, you write or say it backwards. Examples:

petz ge ta'shatohkh (you are sunshine, KH added here makes it MY sunshine, using the pronoun for me- BOKH) bokh ho ta'shatohkh (Me only sunshine with possessive KH) petz gish mefu'avkh (you make happyME. the other way to say this would be petz gish bokh mefu'av) av tmimm ge zmuv (when skies are grey. The word for sky is tmim, extra M makes it skies)

An example using you pronouns petz:

You have snake scales covering your eyes is a phrase to mean 'you are getting in the way of yourself' boftz malmosh ture' eden meyy (haveYOU snake scales cover up eyes)

Another example is basically the YOLO of the AKL world 'Everything is Nothing' can be translated as two ways:

Zif la paf (literal, everything is nothing) = Zif la fiz (everything is not everything)

also something funny that they told me was being called a chicken (shagufos) in AKL culture is NOT meaning you are scared or skittish, it means you talk too much about yourself, (me me me translation to bokh bokh bokh, sounding like a chicken).

I think the best translation is still the name for the 7 Sisters, the main deities..... is 'dad boy' which is honestly a great gender to have and very fitting for them.

I'm always down to talk about Aklekiahn stuff I'm just nervous about talking about the aliens in my head. lol! If you like any words or ideas feel free to use them, this is a language that is meant to be adapted!

((((((((someday I hope to do this with Hylian, so keep an eye out for that lolol)))))))

#chrisasiaheartman #conlang #constructed language #AKL #bokh dva'#unverified personal gnosis #that's why my link kin tag is linkh because it's bokh link #language #diy deity

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hgejfmw-hgejhsf · 6 months

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20 questions for fic writers

I was tagged by @heybuddy-drabbles, @noahreids, @affectionatelyrs, @littlemisskittentoes, and @kiwiana-writes. All of y'all are TOO kind! Thank you all for tagging me and including me in this!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

73, 211

3. What fandoms do you write for?

I've written in OUAT before extensively, but now I'm strictly RWRB.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Ghosts

Retaliation

Do we still have forever?

Modification to the map of you

Volume Control

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Every single one that I get! They all absolutely make my day, so I will always respond, even if it takes me a little while. I save them all up in my emails, and I'll go through and personally respond whenever I get a free moment.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? 7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Angstiest: Darkest before the dawn (and it isn't even really that angsty at all haha I love writing angst but it has to come with a happy ending)

Happiest: The Maldives

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I haven't so far, and I'm immensely grateful.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Fun fact: I never wrote (published) smut until I entered the RWRB fandom, so this media (both book and movie) has inspired a sort of bravery in me for being willing to share my interpretation of intimate moments between characters, and it brings me so much joy.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I have yet to write a crossover!

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I'm aware of.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I have not.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

After Halloween, Huh ends, @thinkof-england and I are going to co-write a fic together. Stay tuned! I'm so excited!

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

FirstPrince. Hands down. No questions asked. Not a doubt in my mind.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I have a Kelvin Timeline Star Trek fic that I started way back before RWRB came storming into my life, and I don't know if I'll ever go back to it, but someday I'd like to. @oneofthewednesdays was immensely helpful in reading through the pieces I had and being the best Beta/cheerleader ever.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I've been told that I'm aces at dialogue. I like to think that capturing genuine character voices is a strong suit of mine as well, not just spoken but internal as well.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Writing anything beyond a one shot. I don't typically tackle multichapters because I like telling a complete story in a single go and then moving on to the next, but I'm trying to be better!

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I LOVE writing Spanish, spoken by Alex (or even Henry) or their daughter. It's gotten me back into my own memories of taking Spanish from middle school through high school and into college.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Pirates of the Caribbean.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

I think that I have to say What If I Do? because it features my all-time favorite snippet I have ever written:

“Fuck,” is all that he can say, but even that tastes of Alex, of top shelf whiskey and the cinnamon he always adds to his coffee. Alex had spoken the word into Henry’s mouth on countless occasions, so he was all-too-familiar with the way it slipped off of his tongue so smoothly, as if the letters themselves were forged together just for him by some foul-mouthed god who knew the damage such a word might wreak in the possession of someone as fearless as Alexander Claremont-Diaz.

No pressure tag: @whimsymanaged, @oneofthewednesdays, and @thinkof-england

#20 questions for fic writers #my posts #my thoughts #my fics #rwrb fic #rwrb fanfic #rwrb fanfiction #my writing #I love y'all for tagging me in this #thank you dearly

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