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Quick, what is ur opinion on weirdcore 🎤
the only core i care about is the demon core now THAT! was weird.
#oh my god the original tags got fucked i have no idea what happened#anyways idk what weirdcore even contitutes as isnt weird subjective#*constitutes
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hate rodrigo (literally) | aeri uchinaga
a/n: this is not even a fic this is a tiny little one shot that i wrote yesterday night AT LIKE TWO AM due to thoughts we had in a discord server ahem anyways I FELL ASLEEP THO. soo have this now!!
genre : really bad crack smut like i genuinely have no idea how to describe this
word count : like 600 something?
tags : one shot, smut (obvs), crack, ptv mention, falling in reverse mention, olivia Rodrigo mention, mcr mention, taylor swift mention (sorry @pupyuj)
pairing : angsty!giselle x whitegirlmusic!femreader (I HAVE NO IDEA HOW TO LABEL THISSFJEKF)
your music taste wasn’t something you particularly shared with people, but you didn’t hide it, either. to you, it was music, nothing more, nothing less.
however, one of your friends, aeri, took music very, very seriously, and it really showed. she had a certain aesthetic, she wore certain things and god, did she listen to certain music.
“no like i genuinely can’t grasp the fact that you unironically listen to olivia rodrigo?” she laughed, leaning back on her bed as you stared at her in disbelief.
“god aeri, some of her songs are good, you just haven’t tried them.” you snapped back, wearing a convinced smile as you proceed to jokingly hit her arm.
“okay, sure, whatever. but just imagine getting to know someone, going on dates with them, all the sha-bang. then, when it’s time to get down and freaky, they turn on their sex playlist and motherfucking driver’s license starts playing??”
she was basically cackling at that point and you couldn’t do anything to stop it. defending your cause seemed like it would’ve been difficult, with how far up her own ass she was.
“yeah, because that isn’t a sex song? olivia rodrigo doesn’t make fucking sex music?? try putting a falling in reverse song while you get naked, see how that works out for you.” you fight back.
“oh i don’t know about you, but i’d be soaked for sure. plus, anything would be better than hearing young adult women sing about their previous relationship like it was a war they fought in.” she kid, crossing her arms in victory, as if she even won the argument in the first place.
“i’m gonna make you swallow those words right back up, uchinaga.”
“try me, l/n.”
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“f-fuck y/n, go- mmh- slower..”
so, it wasn’t supposed to happen this way!
it originally was just the both of you, taking turns and putting different songs on the bluetooth speaker and rating them based on ‘how wet it got you’.
turns out, while that was a theory stage, there seemed to be a practice one too, and you’ve been in it for the past 10 minutes now.
thrusting your fake cock in and out of her, paying no mind to the very loud, very obnoxious pierce the veil song that was playing in the background, you pinned her hands above her head. your pace increased with time, and the decibels of her voice increased with the pace.
“oh my god y/n pleasepleasepleasepleasee i’m s-so sorry i- fuck me- i didn’t mean-“ she cried, poor thing probably didn’t even realize that her black eyeliner was running all over her cheeks. her arms and legs wrapped around you,
“shut your fucking mouth and take it, you emo fucking cumslut.” you slammed your strap into her as she yelled out your name. while she was pleading and begging for something, you were on top of her perfect laying-in-mcr-bedsheets body.
she, herself, wasn’t aware of what she was begging for, her mind was completely blank. all she could think about was how good her pussy felt when you pounded it so violently, when you were being so aggressive with her that you just used her body however you wanted.
you thought that whole thing would be a one-time occurrence, but no, it happened a second time, when she said that taylor swift had mid music. was she doing it on purpose or something?
anyways,
yes, you fucked her with the 1989 album playing.
#smut#kpop gg#female reader#aespa smut#aespa#smut aespa#aespa giselle smut#aespa giselle#aespa giselle x reader#aeri uchinaga x female reader#aeri uchinaga#aeri my love#giselle smut#giselle#giselle x reader
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A shout out to @cody-the-cat enjoy seeing the idea come to life!
All art is by @alianarepasa do not repost!
A Four Chapter special as thank you for all the support you guys have given me!
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Summary: SMG3 just wanted to make himself a nice cup of coffee before the work day began, but when he takes a sip from his freshly brewed coffee and passes out he will wake up to a huge surprise. Three other versions of himself now run wild in the mushroom kingdom and he has to stop them before the world learns all his secrets.
Tags: Love Confessions, Enemies to friends to lovers, Romantic comedy, fluff and angst,
Bob was running for his life as he hears the crowd of angry mob members after him, he looks at the vial he stole from them. He knew it would sell for a lot on the dark web but he wouldn't be able to sell it if he ended up in the bottom of the ocean. Looking around for a place to hide it he sees Three’s coffee and Bomb, he nods dashing in the cafe. A victory for Bob no one was around, he dumps the vile into the coffee machine then runs out “I'M TELLING YOU I DON'T HAVE IT!” he dashes off hoping no one will find his money maker.
Unknown to him by tossing the vial in the coffee machine it cracked, the liquid spilling in the machine getting mixed with coffee beans and gunpowder creating something new. SMG3 walks out of the elevator still waking up as he ties his hair up ready for another day, he turns on the coffee maker ready for his morning brew. He hums looking outside noticing SMG4 was hanging out with the crew, seeing the man's smile made his heart flutter. He rolls his eyes at the dumb emotion, sometimes he misses the days he would plot against Four trying to kill him and take over his channel. Hearing the coffee making go quiet he walks over picking up his cup of coffee, still being half asleep the man didn't notice the drink was glowing a strange color.
Sitting down he sips his coffee as he opens his journal and starts writing, he pauses and stares at the drink “The hell? I don't have cherry coffee here…” his eyes went wide, finally noticing the strange color the drink was. He leaves the cup on the table shaking, he gets up feeling strange as he looks at the strange color drink “What…the..fuck did i?” he falls to the floor feeling weak. He coughs as his vision starts to get blurry, as he blinks he starts to see colors. Three shadows, Pink, orange and lastly dark blue.
He passes out hearing a soft giggle from a voice that sounds similar to his own.
He doesn't know how much time has passed as he gets up rubbing his head, looking around an orange blur catches his attention. He turns his head staring at the person in the cafe “Oh…i'm dreaming!” The person in the cafe with him was himself. The orange SMG3 looks up from his journal fixing his glasses as he smiles at him “Ah original your awake finally!”
He slowly stands up staring at the other him, getting a closer look while they do look the same. The other version of him had subtle differences, the man's violet eyes look into his ruby eyes before they close as he sighs “I apologize, you have awoken and i haven't told you who i am. Ahem I am Supermemeguardian3 in charge of your logical thinking, a pleasure to finally meet you.” He fixes his glasses as he walks over to Three to shake his hand, he slowly reaches grabbing his hand “Oh god this isn't a dream…”
Now that the other him was closer he noticed the skull on the hat was different and had an appearance of a book, his hair was loose free from any restraint not to mention his hair was more wavy then his was. Taking a step back, the orange version of himself let out a soft chuckle “Yes this isn't a dream, we don't know how we got here. I have been waiting for you to awaken in order to work together to get to the bottom of this!”
SMG3 shakes his head feeling himself ready to scream “What…what do you mean your my logical side?
With a hum he starts to twirl his hair thinking “Whatever happened caused a split, your three strongest personalities at the moment in time turn into us?” SMG3 slowly nods as he turns and takes the elevator down to his room, Orange Three stood there confused until he heard loud screaming “Ah i had a feeling original would react like that.”
After a few moments Three comes out of the elevator looking drain “We need to name you, no way in hell we are going to call each other three it will get confusing.” His orange version nods watching Three checking him out. As he examines the outfit the one thing that stood out the most was the skull shaped book logo on the hat and shoes, with a nod he has decided “Given your logo looks like a book, how about we call you book3?” Book nods and smiles at him “Perfect i accept the name.”
Now that the name part of the conversation was over SMG3 had one thing that was bothering him “You have mentioned three of you guys got out…where are the other two?” Book opens his mouth then frowns awkwardly looking to the side “uh well those two ran out of the cafe so fast…i couldn't stop them and they are currently outside in the mushroom kingdom,” he lets out a sheepish smile as SMG3 glares at him.
“Oh my fucking ugh come on book we need to find the other two!” he grabs books and as he storms out of the cafe. Currently his logical side is out in the open, he takes a deep breath trying to remember what emotion he could have been feeling at the moment this happened. He was drawing blanks as he walked around holding Books hand, this was strange he stopped looking at their hands. Holding hands with Book made his mind buzz, he closed his eyes to focus on the feeling. His mind became more clear, Book became worried that SMG3 stopped walking. He let's go out of his hand “Original are you okay?”
SMG3 opens his eyes seeing a concern Book “Yeah…holding hands felt odd not like with Four this was different,” Book nods “It must be due to the fact I'm you, maybe it's our meme power trying to take me back but something is preventing the fusion from happening?”
They both hum thinking over it, suddenly a huge explosion happens catching their attention. They exchange looks before running to the sound of the explosion, there they see a dark blue SMG3 on a roof of a restaurant “LISTEN UP FUCKERS I RULE THIS PLACE!” Three stares in shock at his other personality. He was dressed similarly to his old design, looking at the hat the logo was a skull in the shape of a spade.
Spade looks down, noticing SMG3 and Book “Well look who it is! Sup loser finally picking to be fun, also saw you brought original with you what up!” he smirks showing off his spikey teeth. SMG3 climbs the ladder nearby to get closer to his other personality “Alright, mind explaining why the hell are you throwing bombs around?” Now that he was closer he noticed the small difference that was on Spade also, the personality had brown eyes and it turns out his hair was in a spiky ponytail. How the hell can someone just scream edge lord this hard core “Uh duh Original we are a villain, come on we rule the graveyard why not rule over this fucking place that would teach that loser SMG4.”
Three sighs walking over and lifting up Spade “What the fuck?!” without a second thought he throws Spade off the roof making Book run and catch Spade “You have some learning to do scrub, but before we can learn we need to figure out where the last one of you guys are!” Spade pouts making Book laugh. Noticing he is in Books arms Spade blushes “HEY PUT ME DOWN!” Book keeps laughing as he puts Spade down. SMG3 climbs down “Alright Book, Spade let's go!”
Spade looks at him confused “Wait.. am i Spade?” Book nods before following Three, Spade rolls his eyes and walks after them.
As they walked down the road he started to think about the last personality, he was drinking coffee before it all happened “I bet the last one of you guys has to be a coffee mix with bomb!” Spade lets out an evil cackle “More like a bowl of fruit loops!” Three looks at Spade confused, before he could ask Spade gasp running up to a store his eyes sparkling. Three follows and sees a paintball competition happening, Book sighs as he now has both Spade and Three glued to the window of a paintball store “Guy’s we are looking for the last personality remember?” Spade waves his hand “Yeah yeah but one game couldn't hurt!”
SMG3 agrees as they both giggle running into the shop, Book awkwardly looks around before stepping into the store. Shroomy turns smiling at them “Oh hey SMG3! Uh, who are your friends?” he blinks noticing how they looked similar to three “Oh they are my er twins?”
Shroomy gasp “Oh gosh i didn't know you had brothers Three!” SMG3 nods, acting annoyed “Why do you think my name is SMG3?”
Spade stomps to the counter smacking the table “Listen we are here to shoot shit, and all I'm hearing is talking so shut it and let me shoot shit!” Shroomy nods, handing Spade and Three paintball guns, Book takes a step back not interested in the distraction “No point in being scared of yourself,” hearing this Three turns rolling his eyes “Scared? Please im SMG3 why would i be scared of myself?”
Book walks up to Three “Because you know deep down who the last one is don't you?”
Three glares at Book, how would he know who the last one is? Spade was about ready to knock out Book for getting in the middle till he catches a pink blur, he chuckles “So that's where you went.” He slips out of the store while the other two are fighting. They hear the bell of the shop and turn to see Spade leave, in a panic Three runs out catching the attention of the last personality. His eyes go wide as they look into pink SMG3 teal green eyes, nervously he looks at the hat getting his answer on who this personality may be. He swallows as he stares at the Skull in the shape of a heart, he gets a huge smile from the personality and shakes the bags in his hands “Hey guys! I was just shopping for our Blue!”
SMG3 slowly takes a step forward “Blue?” Heart giggles at his confusion “SMG4 duh, i mean how can you not have a nickname for our future boyfriend!” Heart smiles as Book chimes in “Logic, Evil, and Romance guess we are now all here right original?” Three felt panic grow as he hurried to grab the personalities hands, he attempted to focus on the buzzing feeling. But nothing happens, he lets them go and stares at his hands confused. Book frowns seeing how upset Three looked. “If I may, I think the reason it didn't work is because you won't let us in.” Slowly he looks up and stares at heart. His hair looked so fluffy and had his bangs heart shaped, this man screams valentines days. Heart gives a soft smile to him “Don't worry we will figure it out! Now who wants cookies, I made them in the shape of our love!”
Seeing the cookies and the loving eyes was enough for SMG3 to take a step back and scream. The worst thing to ever exist is standing in front of him and its Romance.
#smg4#shygirl4991#smg34#smg3#smg4 smg3#smg43#smg34 fanfiction#alianarepasa#split into threes#fluff and angst#humor
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Hello! On the 19th of December 2023 you said in a tag that you ought to make a gray and gajeel hc list. I’m here to also ask you for that because you have a lot of wonderful headcanons and yeah <3
(also sorry for coming across as demanding or rude or anything, you seem very cool and tbh I’m interested in your ideas just sorta in general, idk how exactly to express that while also kinda asking for something so. Apologies for that, and no pressure to respond to this)
ngl u scared me by pulling out reciepts
thus literally took two months and its so short and i have my excuses but please just take it
the post they and i refrence is this one (i think)
* their friendship goes from cordial to feral in two seconds
* They work fairy decent together, but they prefer to do their own thing if they get paired for smth
* Fairy Tail has a very mutual distaste fpr the magic council, after the guild finally got back together (after Gray and Gajeel stopped ‘working ‘ for avatar and the council respectively), Gray would often tease him by treating him as if Gajeel still was with the council
* “Oh shit!! Move its the opps!” “you think ur so fuckin funny, dont you” “i dont know what youre talking about, sir officer sir”
* Gray yells at Gajeel and Levy to get a room anytime they do absolutely anything with each other
* Slayers (dragon, god, demon, etc) always grow fangs and watching it happen is like watching a baby teething, but it usually happens early on (within a few years of learning) so one of ft first times witnessing it was Gray (and Laxus but this aint abt him)
* He would grind his teeth or bite various items bc the pressure felt good
* but yk what wasnt good?? the fucking sound, also it was damaging his teeth
* so Gajeel, the generous soul he clearly is, let him bite his arm so he would stop
* it worked, Gray did stop grinding his teeth but the sound was no better, and now Gajeel is constantly cold and gets no personal space at the guild for weeks
* They agree with each other and have a fair amount of the same hobbies and interests (and shops they go to) and it both pisses them off and weirds them out to no end (“is this guy stalking me rn?? wtf is going ON”)
* They originally bonded over their mutual rivalry with Natsu
* “what a dumbass” “im gonna punch him” *sound of friendship forming*
#THIS IS SHORT BY MY STANDARDS BUT I WANTED TO FINALLY GIVE U IT#so sorry anon ill treat u better next time#fairy tail#gray fullbuster#gajeel redfox#sun strickens ft#levy mcgarden#natsu dragneel#fairy tail headcanons#fairy tail incorrect quotes#they are reluctant friends ngl#gray and gajeel hcs#fairy tail slayers#they slay your honor#gray treating gajeel like a cop/council member is so funny to me#u dont understand#sun stricken answers
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WIP questionnaire tag
Ray of starshine @the-golden-comet hit me with this tag and I HAVE NOT SEEN THIS ONE BEFORE thank you so much!
I will be answering for Doom Metal Love Story.
What’s the first part of your WIP that you created?
Figuring out who the characters were. I then wrote the 275-page Bad Ending timeline the characters go through in 1874. The worldbuilding (it's a historical AU) I made up as I went.
If your story was a TV show, what would the theme song/intro be?
I'm kind of medicated rn so the idea of a cover of "Du Hast" by Rammstein done in 1870s-style music is making me laugh.
What are your favorite characters that you made? Why?
Honestly, it's Sullivan, the protagonist. I originally got through the first draft by going, "He's a literary device, he's not a real person, you're just out of practice" (this is one of the darkest things I've written so I felt bad LOL.)
Then I learned more about who he is as a person and I realized I couldn't tell that kind of story using this character. He deserved to catch the bad guy and save his stupid boyfriend from becoming the avatar of a dead god, not have what I did to him in draft 3 happen to him.
Also he's fucking funny and my roommate and I are always doing "the Sullivan voice" whenever anything mildly inconvenient happens so we sound as if we're describing the hardships of an 1870s frontier cavalry first sergeant, and that's the greatest gift anyone could have ever given me. Thank you, Cole.
What other pieces of media do you think your fanbase would share?
My fans probably love Pathologic, Dungeon Meshi, and that show where Mads Mikkelsen and Hugh Dancy get covered in blood and fuck each other with knives (I have never seen Hannibal.)
What has been your biggest struggle with your WIP?
It's character-driven. Royston is a "moral outlaw" (old-timey for "psychopath.") Sullivan wants a Golden Ending.
Look at my fucking outline for Book 2.
#time loops
Are there any animals in your story? Talk about them!
OMG yes. Sullivan's horse Molly is a character. Royston is jealous of her for roughly half the 1872-73 storyline. It's... he has psychological problems.
How do your characters travel/get around?
It is 1872-1874 (depending on where we are in the time loop) so we get around by the following means:
1. Train!
2. Horse!
3. Boots!
4. ... Sullivan has to use crutches in Book 2!
5. ... Royston might learn how to fucking teleport at some point but that's... I don't even want to think about that.
What part of your WIP are you working on right now?
I am on Book 2 of three. I just finished Chapter 7. It's the "debate" section for the novel but we're in the "fun and games" section of the entire trilogy so the fact I don't have a nosebleed rn is impressive.
What aspects (tropes, maybe?) will you think draw your audience in?
Who doesn't love a Western that has time loops and weird Eldritch shit happening in the background?
Oh yeah TIME LOOPS.
I'm fucking with the Sliding Scale of Fate vs. Free Will
It's scary sometimes?
You've heard of They Were Roommates? Let me introduce you to They Were Friends.
We're going for the Golden Ending. I have no clue how I'm going to pull this off but I believe in my ability to keep typing until I do.
What are your hopes for your WIP?
All I want to do is cause irreparable psychological damage to people who thought they knew how the world worked until they read my novel. And maybe to break Top 100 in Western Horror eBooks on A-Zon, at least for like an hour. I did that once and now I'm going to chase that dragon the rest of my life.
tag! @astramachina @cowboybrunch @dyrewrites @frostedlemonwriter
@noblebs @pb-dot @sentfromwolves @transthadymacdermot @words-after-midnight @zackprincebooks
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Riddlers Reacting to Reader Wearing A “TikTok” Dress
A/N: okay so a few things:
1) This was one of my first original ideas for headcanons when I first decided to write fanfics again, so I’m excited to feel confident enough to write it rip (this is also one of the more self indulgent ideas I’ve had so bare with me)
2) Heidi Lavon owns my tiktok, so it’s my job to bless you with her content here’s her in the dress:
3) It’s called the Carmen Dress and it has a $300 price tag on god save queens
4) As I mentioned this is 100% self indulgent, so sorry for ALL the errors, this idea has been brewing in my mind for months until I couldn’t hide it anymore, so if it reads like rambles…that’s why lol
( Also, I mention it in only one or two headcanons, but ALL these bastards would ask if it comes in green (unfortunately it doesn’t but I’ll be damned if a couple these guys won’t try and make it happen) also this all takes place in private)
Trigger Warnings: heavy suggestiveness (I mean...look at the dress) and strong language (I have a sailor mouth, sorry not sorry)
Batman the Animated Series Riddler:
- Congratulations, you’ve made this goofball speechless
- No literally, man looks like a fish out of water
- Eyes wide, mouth opening and closing. Stuck between catching his breath and trying to form a coherent sentence.
- Oh God, you’re walking closer to him?!
- The man’s face is as red as a tomato and he’s as hot to the touch as a furnace
- He’s finally able to start rambling off compliments
- You’re stunning, ravishing, gorgeous, enchanting…
- He’s a chuckling mess as you wrap yourself around him
- Becomes speechless again as he realizes just how little you’re actually wearing
- Your body is at the mercy of this measly fabric
- It takes him a minute, but he gets his suavity back once the surprise wears off
- You are beautiful there was never any doubts about that, but now that you’ve teased him he wants to see all of you
Capullo/Zero Year Riddler:
- Well, hellloooo~~
- The fuck you’ve been hiding this piece for?
- He absolutely loves what’s going on in the front, straight up licking his lips.
- The back could use some work though, not nearly as revealing as it could be
- You better hold this dress close to you, he’s not opposed to making some “alterations”
- Does it come in green?
- Adores showing you off in it, look how hot my partner is!
- He appreciates the piece, it accentuates everything he loves about you, and can love a good tease
- But he also thinks you just being in your underwear would suffice
- Or really nothing at all
- (wait omg are you commando right now in the dress?)
- Ow, don’t hit him that hurt!
The War of Jokes and Riddles (twojar) Riddler:
- Oh shit
- Sexy and sophisticated, he’s here for it!
- Reveals just enough to be enticing but hides the right amount to tease
- His hands are instantly caressing the sheer parts of the dress
- He’s already mapping out what the dress shows so he’s sure to leave hickeys later (or right now)
- Also asks if it comes in green, possessive buff leprechaun prick.
- If you mention there are similar dresses available in different varieties, he’s all here for it.
- Like, babe, you have his card and bank information, you don’t need to ask (you didn’t when you bought this dress, so what the hell?)
- Will absolutely show you off to literally anyone and everyone, so better not be shy!
- They can look but if they even try to touch they’re dead.
Gotham City Sirens Riddler:
- Another connoisseur of the sexy and sophisticated look the dress provides.
- He’s a proud grinning bastard
- Inquires where you got the dress and just how long were you going to keep this a secret from him
- Oh you’re just trying it on?
- Let him help you take it off~
- What? He’s being a gentlemen! He is reformed you know.
- (but not in that category)
- Hands are immediately on you and show no sign of pulling them away
- Fingers running along the track of black fabric on your back
- If you’re his assistant at his private investigator firm, he is debating possibly changing your dress code
- Too much? Yes, you’re probably right, this view is for his eyes only
- Maybe you two could set up a private visit to his office though, hm?
Dano Riddler:
- He’s stunned
- Frozen like a deer in headlights
- His brain is short-circuiting between how gorgeous you look but also how the dress is even like fitting right now?
- How is it even on your body? Wait that’s sheer material? He thought that was just skin
- His face blooms in a bright red when you invite him to touch the material so he can feel it.
- Eyes constantly raking over your form up and down, up and down.
- When he finally finds the strength to go up to you and touch you, he’s gone.
- Roaming his hands up and down, all around your body.
- He’s absolutely breathless, constantly taking sharp inhales every once in awhile
- He’s just in awe, he already thinks you’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen, but you were able to surprise him yet again.
- No one else is allowed to see you in this but him, he wants this to just be for him (and you’re more than happy to oblige)
- (suck it, bruce wayne! My partner is more gorgeous than any of your flings!)
Gotham Riddler:
- Oh hello there~ (calm down obi wan)
- His eyes are wide to saucers and his mouth falls open
- But only for a second, before he’s absolutely grinning like a cat that caught the canary
- He walks up to you, his full attention on you.
- Warm brown eyes scanning your figure up and down, almost like a predator to prey
- But the way you look is absolutely killing him in the best way
- He’s committing this image to his mind, you know he has a photographic memory
- He genuinely thought with his times at GCPD and his experiences as the Riddler, he’s seen it all
- Like Dano Riddler, he’s quite impressed with how you manage to surprise him with your beauty, yet again.
Arkhamverse Riddler:
- Deadass did a double take.
- He walked past you, barely giving you a glance (like usual), but he must’ve seen your lack of clothing in his peripheral.
- What’re you trying to do? Distract him? You know how much that frustrates him!
- Once the haze of annoyance he’s usually in goes away as he takes in the rest of the dress…
- The man’s a stuttering puddle.
- “W-W-What are you wearing? I-It’s not even a dress! N-No! I…I do like it..”
- You give him a small 360 twirl so he can get a full view.
- You can’t help but grin at the sharp gasp of air he took and tried to hide.
- Man is struggling, quick wrap your arms around him, his bravado is DOWN
- His tired eyes have glossed over and he’s absolutely puddy in your hands
- Once his brain starts sparking again, he shucks off his gloves so his rough hands can touch your soft skin.
- He gasps again at just how little is hidden and how thin the material is.
- Stunning, radiant, gorgeous…so many words but they fall short as you take his breath away
- Congrats, you’ve done something even the Bat has never done…rendered Edward Nygma absolutely speechless
Telltale Riddler:
- This ornery asshole.
- He’ll rake his eyes over you and give you a little “hmph”
- He’ll shrug it off, he doesn’t see the reason for it when you can just parade around in your underwear and get the same reaction
- But don’t let it fool you, he is absolutely warming up and “getting” up as you saunter around the room
- He does appreciate the cheekiness of the dress, revealing just the right amount to make you still wonder
- He’ll keep up his indifferent front for as long as he can.
- Until you straddle the puzzle grandpa.
- He has no choice but to appreciate it now, how what little fabric hugs your skin, and just how little you’re actually wearing
- Just don’t tell him the price tag, sweetheart, he’ll have an absolute boomer fit.
- ($300? You can just walk around the lair naked for free?!)
Young Justice Riddler:
- Uhh, yeah no he’s dead.
- Congrats you’ve killed him without laying a finger on him
- Shaking him might work…
- Once he’s conscious, he’s still sort of brain dead.
- His lisp and stutters are amplified to the -nth degree
- He’s not even making words at this point.
- You’ve broken him, way to go
- You try to reach out for him and talk to him
- Poor baby will literally scurry away
- H-he doesn’t deserve this, to see you dressed like this, looking so stunning
- W-what do you mean you’re wearing this for him?
- He barely feels worthy to kiss you, hold you, see you in a bikini/swimwear
- But this?? Really?
- It’s going to take him a minute, but once the initial shock is over, he’ll warm up to touching you and interacting with you in the dress
- He is torn between asking you to wear this only for his eyes or wear it when y’all go out
- Like he wants to show you off so he can see the gorgeous partner he pulled, but also like doesn’t want you to garner any unwanted attention (n-not that he wouldn’t protect you..but..like…you’ve seen him)
#yep this is it#ive gone completely insane#riddler x reader#edward nygma x reader#batman the animated series riddler x reader#btas riddler x reader#zero year riddler x reader#capullo riddler x reader#the war of jokes and riddles riddler x reader#twojar riddler x reader#gotham city sirens riddler x reader#pi riddler x reader#dano riddler x reader#gotham riddler x reader#arkhamverse riddler x reader#telltale riddler x reader#young justice riddler x reader#headcanons#ri writes
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20 Questions for Fic Writers
Tagged by the amazing, sexy, incredible @wormdebut - thanks, love! ❤️
1. How many works do you have on AO3?
Eighteen and and a whole batch of new ones incoming for the @steddieholidaydrabbles - so excited, weeeeeee!!!
2. What’s your total AO3 word count?
308,387
3. What fandoms do you write for?
Stranger Things
4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?
Hic sunt dracones
Someone who cares
Possession
See you in a crown
Just add water
5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?
Yes, always! (Well, except for the rude ones but I can count those on my fingers, thank God!) Every single comment is so fucking precious to me. You didn’t only take the time to read my story, but you liked it enough to go to that little box and tell me your thoughts? Kissing you, kissing you, KISSING YOU!!! 😘
6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
I’m a happy endings gal all the way! If I’m gonna put them through the horrors for hundreds of thousands of words, I damn well wanna give them their happily ever after! That being said, I have this little microfic where tentacle lake monster Steeb enthralls Eddie to lure people to him so that he can eat them. Sorry, Eddie!
(He’ll absolutely bring him O’Donnell and Principal Higgins, so it’s fine.)
7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
Hic sunt dracones! I mean hello? They are mates and Steve is King and everyone is happy and my boy gets flower crowns and apple pie and hot, hot dragon sex forever after!
8. Do you get hate on fics?
Someone once felt the need to leave me a very passive aggressive comment on how my Brit slips were “completely ruining the vibe” of my fics (and then I wrote a microfic about British!Steve, I’m still laughing).
Oh, and then there was that one time I was accused of racism.
But apart from that, everyone has been lovely and fantastic and supportive and I really love it here. I’ve met so many more lovely people than assholes.
9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?
Ummm … I’m the person with the 100k dragon porn fic. Hell yes, I write smut! I love writing smut, all kinds of smut!
10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?
No, sorry, my brain doesn’t do crossovers. XD
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
Nope.
12. Have you ever had a fic translated?
No, but I’d be thrilled to see it happen. Any and all transformative works are always welcome, just be sure to tag me because I’d love to see them and you will have my sword and my axe for eternity and I will scream about it forever!
13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?
I once co-wrote an original work with a friend when we were like 15? We had no idea what the fuck we were doing and it never got finished, but it was a blast!
14. What’s your all time favorite ship?
Steddie. I love them, I’m obsessed with them, I think I’ll be writing fic for them for the rest of my life!
15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?
I’m committed to finishing all of my WIPs, that’s why I’m a good girl and only ever work on one large fic at a time with smaller projects on the side, but there’s SO MANY I WANNA WRITE STILL!!!!
16. What are your writing strengths?
Several people have told me that I’m really good at scene setting and evoking imagery, at painting very vivid pictures in their minds … so I guess there’s that.
17. What are your writing weaknesses?
I wish I could write stunning, creative metaphors like @wynnyfryd . The river Styx one from the trailer park AU? Blew me away! I could never come up with that!
I also admire @wingedquill for being able to be concise and still so fucking intense in their fics! I'm a wordy bitch myself and always in awe of that skill.
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?
I’ve never been in a situation where I was faced with the decision, but I think I’d rather describe it instead of typing out the actual words? Such as “they exchanged a few sentences in Spanish”. I’m only fluent in one language besides English, so I feel like I’d either need to get help or include a horrifically mangled Google translation and end up being unintentionally hilarious.
19. First fandom you wrote for?
The first fandom I published for was Stranger Things.
The first fandom I wrote for was Harry Potter, back before it went to shit (Wolfstar shipper of the very first hour here)
20. Favorite fic you’ve written?
Hic sunt dracones, my beloved! This fic is everything I ever wanted, both in terms of writing and the echo it received. I still daydream about these two (and have another bonus drabble coming in December).
Zero-pressure tags: @cranberrymoons, @gorgeousgreymatter-x, @lexirosewrites
#steddie#steve harrington x eddie munson#steve x eddie#steddie fanfic#fanfiction writer#fanfiction#fanfic#my writing#ask games
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Love how we're both back on our ace shit at the same time <3. Also, I'm getting back into writing (just working on short stories before I get into fanfiction, and am very quickly realizing my flaws T-T) and I'm thinking about working on an 80s aduecyuu au. Yuu and deuce are punk because I'm punk 😗 but for a wider audience I'm thinking of making yuu grunge or hardcore? Something a bit more neutral. Don't know what Ace will be yet. He might get to be generic the 80s asshole jock 😍. Somebody gotta do it ace <3. But Grimm will be a weird ass cat who seems to have way too much of an attitude and seems a little too human?
But yeah. The au is just 3 idoit doing stupid shit, sharing a braincell, trying to figure out where the line between friendship and queer throuple is while trying to ignore the impending scene of dread because a lot of weird shit™ keeps happening in the background.
Also cater will show up at sometime. Don't know when. Don't know where. But by God I will make it happen, and he will be the skaterboy we all know he is.
Idk if lolitas existed in the 80s but if they did I'll make riddle ouji lolita for you ❤ or atleast ouji lolita adjacent
WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! GO YOU! MAKE SURE TO TAG ME WHEN YOU DO!! I promise to be only a little unhinged in your comments.
That's the thing about writing. The more you do it the more you realize what you're bad at but that's not always a bad thing. You can't improve on what you don't know needs improving.
Don't pressure yourself to make Yuu grunge or hard-core for wider appeal. I think all twst writers put a little bit of themselves into their povs, so if you know punk the story will probably be a lot easier to write since that's you! (If you wanted them to be different than Deuce and Ace I'd vote trad goth. That style goes so fucking hard and so does their music bauhaus my beloved. Also i guess kind of fits with Ramshackle?) Is this meant to be a sort of classic horror vibes? Because I dig it. I think Stranger Things did us all a disservice by sucking ass and making people think 80s horror should die because it became too mainstream :/
I'm going to put my unhinged rambling about lolita under the cut but oh my God you don't have to do that I'm so grateful you thought to though I've got such a big smile on my face rn cccc;
OK so to make a very long thing short, yes lolita did exist in the 1980s but it didn't really look like anything it does today. It was pretty much all handmade, and though the first brands were around we have no idea what their peices looked like since the fashion wasn't really widely worn or photographed until the 1990s. It didn't even have its name until the 90s. Lolita as it exists today is very much a 90s/early 2000s fashion which is honestly wild to me. As for ouji, it pretty much grew alongside Lolita so that would also be a no go.
Given Riddle's backstory I can't really see him as an 80s lolita. He doesn't seem like the sewing type to me... but there is this one brand that helped influence Lolita fashion called PINK HOUSE that was stupid popular in Japan in the 80s. I'll link you to this blogspot article which is both about the brand and the misconception in English speaking spaces about the term "natural kei" but I think it suits Riddle if you wanted to give him a lolita like vibe. The tl;dr of the article is that it PINK HOUSE and it's original designer Kaneko was a staple in 80s fashion in Japan, and is referred to as just PINK HOUSE or Kaneko fashion. As it lacks the community or aesthetic of kei fashions or lolita it is not considered a part of those groups... which does sort of fit Riddle in a way as his mother isolates him from both 💀
#<3 asks#twisted wonderland#when i first got into lolita i remeber seeing people argue?#about the term ouji vs the term boystyle#because most people in english speaking places called it boystyle? but i dont fully remember why#hmmm if i had to point to anyone in the cast who would be an 80s lolita I'm almost tempted to say rook#i can see him making his own clothes#i once wrote a male yandere who wore skirts specifically so he could keep more knives on him and i can see rook sharing that logic#gl with your writing friend i hope you have fun with it!!!
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Just checking | Robin Buckley x y/n
if you’d like you can reblog my original work, but please don’t post it without credit. if you take inspiration from my ideas please tag me, I’d like to see how someone else would write it
word count: 0.4k
warnings: ?
summary: Robin always kisses you forehead. Always. Every time she sees you. Sometimes, she’ll forget to kiss your lips but she’ll kiss you forhead and you just want to know why
I know that doesn’t make sense but I promise it’s really cute
You sighed softly when she kissed your forehead as a greeting. She always did that. You didn’t understand it. Was she trying to make fun of you? Sometimes she didn’t kiss your lips before or after, and it always stuck in your head.
She continued talking to the friend group like normal, a little animated, with an arm wrapped around your waist and soft kisses to your temple every few minutes. Eventually you snapped out of it and decided to just forget about it and have fun with the group, but it was still stuck in the back of your mind.
The next morning before she left for work, she kissed you and then kissed your forehead. Again.
Like clockwork, she got home just after 6 and kissed your forehead, about to kiss your lips but you groaned and pushed her away gently. “Hey, hey what’s wrong? Did I do something?” Robin asked and you rolled your eyes.
You sighed and said “why do you always do that?!” Her eyes widened and she frantically said “w- d-do what?” “Fucking- god damn it! You kiss my forhead every goddamn time you see me! Sometimes you don’t even kiss me on the lips you only kiss me on my forhead! What the hell, Robin?! I-Is it- what does my breath stink all the time? Are you making fun of me? I mean, god what is it? Why do you do that?!” You said and she bit her lip.
She chuckled and said “it’s just that- I…you get sick really easily and I’m just checking if you're warmer than normal and you might be sick. Cause you never say anything, and then you get weak and almost pass out and…and I don’t want that to happen because I love you. I’m sorry if I forget to kiss your lips sometimes, I-I just…I’m worried about you, and I’m just checking. That’s all”
“Oh…oh, I’m an asshole” you said and she laughed a little. She walked over and cupped your cheeks as she said “you’re not an asshole, babe. You were just frustrated, and you never said anything so it just kept building up and you exploded. I get it, okay? Just….be a little nicer next time?”
You chuckled and she kissed you softly, wrapping her arms around you. “I’m sorry I yelled at you. It was kind of stupid and you’re only trying to take care of me” you said and she sighed. She rested her chin on top of your head and said “it’s alright, sweetheart. Don’t worry, I’m not upset at you”
“Promise?” You asked and she chuckled. She pulled back a little and linked your pinkies together. She looked you in your eyes as she said “promise”
Taglist: @amberputh
As of now l'm writing for
Eddie Munson
Joseph Quinn
Jamie Bower
Steve Harrington
Robin Buckley
Maya Hawke
Lo’ak
Neteyam
So just comment the taglist you want to be added to and l'll add you :)
#stranger things#robin buckley x reader#robin buckley oneshot#robin buckley x y/n#robin buckley#robin buckley fanfiction
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20 Questions for Writers!
I wasn't tagged but I wanted to do it. Also, TW: mentions of smut.
1. How many works do you have on AO3?
I have 12 on my main account and 2 on my alt account.
2. What's your total AO3 word count?
Around 124k, oh my god. I didn't realize how much I wrote, that's amazing.
3. What fandoms do you write for?
I had a really strong hyperfixation with Super Mario and like half my fics are from that fandom. I also have some Spideypool published and some more on my wips. And, lastly, not a fandom but I like publishing original works a lot.
4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?
A prince to forget a princess (Explicit)
When kidnapping goes very very right (Explicit)
Mario & Luigi: Bodyswap Adventure
Me, myself and Deadpool
So obvious
5. Do you respond to comments?
Yes, I love doing it! Sometimes anxiety gets in the way and I stop replying, but I usually reply.
6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
I don't do angst.
7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
All of my fics have happy endings!
8. Do you get hate on fics?
I got like three comments over the course of two years or so, so not bad. I always remember the one who said I was a poser because my wordbuilding on my horny bowuigi fic wasn't good. I was like bro this is porn lol.
9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?
Yes! I find it so much fun. I usually go for fantasy settings because that gives me an easy excuse to ignore logic or even safety (nothing bad can happen because ✨magic✨). Also I just like fantasy.
10. Do you write crossovers?
No, but not because I don't like them, crossover ideas just don't come to mind idk. I wrote one very long ago, it was so fun, but I stopped at chapter 3 hahaha. It was for Code Lyoko and a cartoon no one even knows about called Magi-Nation that had me obsessed.
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
I think not.
12. Have you ever had a fic translated?
Yes!!! It was so fucking awesome!!! I still smile when remembering it, it's so cool.
(This is the fic and this is the translation.)
13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?
I haven't. I feel like writing is too personal for me, I wouldn't be able to do this.
14. What's your all-time favourite ship?
Spideypool!
15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you will?
It's obviously A prince to forget a princess. My god, I really got obsessed with bowuigi and then the obsession just faded and I lost all my motivation to write that, but I don't want to have unfinished works asadkfjahkjd
16. What are your writing strengths?
I think humor is my thing. I like writing fun stuff, something to put a smile on people's faces and I've been told by people who read me that they laughed, and that's cool.
17. What are your writing weaknesses?
Following a fucking schedule. Seriously, either I completely obsess with something and write 4 chapters in one day or I lose interest and leave it at chapter 2. And you'd think, well, then post the 4 chapters across two weeks. But no, I have them, so I want to post them! Ugh, I'm annoying.
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?
Depends. If it makes sense, like someone is speaking English but then turn to someone else and change languages for whatever reason, that's cool. But if they're supposed to be speaking the other language and suddenly there's an amigo or an onii-chan or something like that I scream.
19. First fandom you wrote for?
I think Pokemon. But I didn't post it, I didn't even write it on a computer, I wrote on a notebook. I was like 10.
20. Favorite fic you've written?
Mmmm tough question but I think my favorite is Me, myself and Deadpool. But it might be because I'm on board of the Spideypool ship right now, and might change when I obsess with something else.
That's everything!! Feel free to copy this if you want to answer it. You can consider yourself tagged by me if you want!
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Fic Origin Story aka. Hyperfixations: the Original
A bunch of you tagged me back in this which is...fair because I should probably do my own if I'm going to expect people to tell me their life fic story. I'm SORRY I'm so obsessed with knowing about people it's a problem.
I'm living for all your responses please keep going I beg!
1. What was your first fandom (reading and/or writing)?
I don't think it's a secret that I once upon a time wrote for the fandom that shall not be named, but my first fandom was actually Veronica Mars. I read fic on some website that no longer exists but was devoted entirely to LoVe (Logan/Veronica).
I never wrote and never left comments like a complete dick, but I was also 14 and it's like common knowledge I was a complete asshole as a child.
2. What was the first story you ever wrote (even if it was never posted) and what made you decide to write it?
For fic, it was a ridiculously terrible self-insert Veronica Mars story (except I inserted myself as a best friend not a love interest...interesting choice). I remember my character surfed and made people eat Vegemite. Which...I can't surf and I'm not even going to address the Vegemite thing.
I think I was 14. It never saw the light of day thank GOD.
3. What's a piece of advice you would give to your younger fic-writing self?
Wait, and find something you're really passionate about. I'd get stuck on a bunch of chaptered fics that seemed like good ideas but I had no real fire for. Then Speak for Yourself happened and I was like damn, this is what writing is supposed to feel like.
Also, don't write in the second person. Who does that? (me, I did that)
4. What's an early fandom interaction that stuck with you (be it a nice comment, a friend you made, a fic that got a lot of feedback etc.)?
A. The day @everwitch-magiks left me a comment and changed my life by ushering me into a group of fandom friends and lighting the RWRB fire.
B. The day @rmd-writes dropped into my inbox with a gentle 'hey, do you want to let me in your doc for beta purposes?' and then took up residence and never left my G drive / heart.
5. Post a sentence or two from one of your older fics, and a sentence or two from a newer one (if you want).
I have regret for accepting this suggestion. The below fic is a Hunger Games fic I wrote originally in 2013? but i reposted it to Ao3 in 2020 (shame - why did I do that). Also, note use of second person - a bold fucking choice that did not pay off 😂:
Time is something that you seem to forever wish for, and never seem to get. It feels like your whole life has been spent trying to grasp time with a firm hand and will it to stand still. It seems like you race against a clock ticking more rapidly with every day that passes. As all humans, your days are finite. But as the particular person that you are, chosen to lead a sick, twisted life of triumph and tragedy, the days slip by you so fast it feels like it is over before it has really had the chance to begin.
This is from my newest fic (which is somehow approaching 40k and only 3.5/10 chapters) 😬😬😬
TK rolls his eyes. “You’re pretty unobservant for a private investigator,” he murmurs. “If one more person offers to buy you a drink, I’m going to buy you a wedding ring and force you to wear it.”
“You’re— What?”
“I’m jealous,” TK says drily, arching an eyebrow in Carlos’ direction. “Didn’t realise I needed to spell it out for you.”
Carlos frowns. “Of annoying hedge fund managers trying to buy me overpriced drinks and talk me into heli-skiing?”
“Hedge fund managers in Austin?” TK smirks. “Oh baby, you found a good one.”
Not tagging anyone because I already spammed a bunch of people but tagging @reyesstrand @carlos-in-glasses @rmd-writes because you tagged me back and @clottedcreamfudge because you taught me how to be ridiculous and now you must deal with the consequences of your actions.
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Tagged by my bestie, sometimes beta, always cheerleader @emi--rose. Rules: Share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. (I'm going to follow her lead and tag one with each fic.)
There’s a flash in Ed’s eyes, jaw working with unexpressed tension. (end up several worlds away) (the missing scenes sequel to for the benefit of all the broken hearts, this chapter is about Ed and Mary.) tagging @knotwerk for the comment today that was TOO LONG FOR AO3, god bless.
It’s one of those rare weeks when they’re not just in the same time zone, not just under the same roof, but under their roof. (for the benefit of all the broken hearts) (my surprisingly long fix-it sequel to the weird and wonderful meta-fiction sort-of-but-not-RPF Water Flowing Underground) tagging @veeagainsttheday for excellent betaing and critical reassurance early on in the project.
Stede loves camping. (BIGFOOT STOLE MY HUSBAND) (idk it's modern AU monsterfucking I GUESS) gotta tag @mxmollusca for this one.
It all started when Stede took Ed to be his plus one at his ex-wife's wedding. (Commit to the Bit) (modern AU where Ed and Stede talk themselves into getting married as a bit; reader I lived this one) tagging @nekosd43 who is not a pirates person, but who was a very good friend to me and Ryn and honestly part of how we originally got to be friends, what with all their excellent taagnus writing.
Thing is, once he gets a break from the routine (wait around, raid, drink, cry, repeat) he doesn't really want to go back. (can't cross the same river twice) (part 3 of "the devil's threeway", a very weird way to get to a reunion fic but I think it works) tagging @chuplayswithfire who kept giving me good ideas for this series.
Later, much later, Stede realizes he can divide his life into two parts, split by that exact moment: when by all rights he should have been dead, gut-stabbed and strung up, and instead the most beautiful man he’d ever seen strolled up to him through fire and smoke and men screaming. (Hungry for love, ready to drown) (me @ me: jfc that's a longass sentence) (Stede POV canon retelling, my very slow love letter to canon. YES the next chapter is on its way, I just finished an editing pass that it very much needed before actual betaing) tagging @red-sky-in-mourning because things they have written or reblogged are DEFINITELY in my project notes.
He has to cut him off. (A secret third thing) (oh look more Stede POV retelling! this time of Water Flowing Underground: I woke up at 3am less than a week after reading WFU with the beginning of this fic.) tagging @gaypiratebrainrot for writing the thing that melted and reformed my brain, and because this fic ended up being the start of a very good friendship.
It turns out there is a second fucking pirate ship trying to board this stupid little Dutch freighter. (Cannonball) (part 2 of devil's threeway, this is the one where Ed gets together with Anne Bonny and Mark Read and also cries a lot) tagging @adreamingofguns, who hasn't written any gay pirates fic, but who has a Special Interests in pirates and contributed to my thoughts about Mark.
It’s not that he prefers the beard, exactly. (nice either way) (the tiny Beard Discourse fic) tagging @blakbonnet for beard discourse reasons.
For Frenchie, that afternoon has the unreal quality of a dream as he sits cross-legged on the deck of The Revenge sewing an addition to Blackbeard’s flag. (what makes me kind) (rest in pieces, this fic) (listen. I had an idea. I had a LOT of ideas. but I kept getting sidetracked. see: everything else on this list. someday? weirder things have happened but idk. if nothing else someday I might just post all the fragments I have written, because some of them I do like very much.) tagging one of my favorite post-S1 longfic writers, @not-nervous-jester. (who has actually finished theirs! two of them!)
#tag games#my writing#my fic#pleasantly surprised to discover that I still like all of these#I always think I haven't written “all that much” for ofmd#which is in comparison with my frankly bonkers output for taz balance#(and I guess in comparison with a few specific prolific folks)#but this is quite a bit of writing for less than a year tbh
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Rolling dice, writing games
So it's been a while since I last posted. Sorry for ignoring your tag games and asks!!! I will get back to them eventually, but there has been a few life changes in the past few months.
Basically my citizenship journey in Australia is finally coming to an end, and I will become Australian very soon! Also the housing crisis caught me and Sydney got too fucking expensive to stay in anymore, so I've moved interstate and am now in Melbourne!
But I have been writing! Well, kind of. I've been playing more TTRPG games these days, and two of them are Play By Post (PBP): instead of playing instantaneous in-person or online, you do it asynchronously: you write down what your character does, as do other players, and as do the gamemaster doing their narration and rule adjudication.
And yes, there is writing involved. So I did. PBP TTRPGs are yet more writing opportunities for me. And I'm playing two PBP games at the moment:
Set in medieval French around the time of the black death, using Cthulhu Eternal, a Lovecraftian ruleset. I play a goody two-shoes herbalist.
Set in the near future, using Chronicles of Darkness and explicitly about the God-Machine (omg yass). I play a grumpy, aggressive mechanic.
Obviously, this is not the first time TTRPG and writing have intersected here in the house of BT. There has been Han Vu, and there is (at least the start of) Liam An (I'll get into him later).
With Han Vu, the most glaring flaw is the lack of context. No one has read all Han Vu pieces end to end that I know of, but as an author, I am not quite happy with the experience the reader would have. It is understandable from its origin: these stories were written as a story bit before a game session, and there's a lot that happens in these sessions. But I don't think a reader who was not a participant in those game sessions will have all the story context to appreciate these pieces.
With these PBP games, there is a potential similar pitfall. There are my posts, and there are others' posts. Sure, these are text, and I can just copy and paste them and publish them here, but I don't feel comfortable doing that seeing I don't own the content produced by others.
I have written a few pieces that I am actually quite proud of for my characters in these PBP games, so I do want to post them here. But what I will be doing differently this time is that I will summarise what happened in-between these posts, and clearly mark that they are not produced by me, nor do I claim ownership of them. This is the best solution I can come up with so far to address the context issue.
So yes, two new TTRPG PBP series will be posted here, soon™️.
Liam, oh Liam
Liam, my dearest fuckboi. The thing with Liam is that the game he was created for has already finished months ago; yes, I am that late, I know. What is different from Han Vu, though, is that this time, I did not manage to produce more shorts over the course of the game.
That is not necessarily a bad thing. I do want to write and finish a series of shorts for Liam; I have published Executive Intervention, and I… don't like the idea of putting something out there unfinished. The game is done and dusted, so…
Instead of a setup like Han Vu and the two new TTRPG PBP series, Liam An will be a standalone series: there will no summary narration between posts. The reader can read the shorts as the complete story text, with no external source material.
Indeed, I have already outlined the story arc for Liam! I have ideas for the midpoint of the arc and the ending that I am really excited to tackle! And I have also outlined the second story, sequel to Executive Intervention. Once this post is done, I will start writing it!
Liam on AO3?
And… with Liam becoming a standalone series instead of basically PBP Actual Play crossposting, I'm considering posting Liam on the AO3 Original Work tag, hoping to maybe build an audience from there… Maybe I need a backlog first, and only start posting when I start on, say story 4 or something.
And I need a series name… Hmm. Maybe Executive Intervention can be the series name. We'll see.
Impossible Wreck, my neglected child
Impossible Wreck.
I am very sad to report that I have not been able to make progress on this beloved beast of mine.
Impossible Wreck's setting originated as a remix of Chronicles of Darkness' God-Machine setting, but got majorly overhauled into its own original setting. I have ~24k words of worldbuilding materials recorded (wow. I just realised that's close to the wordcount of the draft as it is.)
Worldbuilding is my jam; I crank it out easily. Thing is, IW is the very first project where I managed to break out from that worldbuilding background into the two other pillars of storytelling: plot and character. After last year's NaNoWriMo, I gathered a LOT of questions I had for myself about the characters and the world. And… almost one year later, I am still working through those questions.
God, it is close to NaNoWriMo this year already, and the prospects of NOT improving the word count on this draft after literally one year is… very demoralising.
My DREAM achievement is that I will be able to finish the first draft for IW by my 30th birthday. I would feel so, SO accomplished if I manage to pull that off.
My goal for IW this month is to have a project plan, with milestones and deadlines. From my experience with the interstate move, having such a plan helped give method to madness, and I'm hoping it will do something similar for IW, instead of me just thinking about it and getting overwhelmed, then end up doing nothing and yet another month goes by.
And that's the update! Hopefully I'll finish the Liam story and get it up this month!
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The first El WooWoo of the year! And as the banner says, I’m still reading instead of writing. So here we go. Buckle up, Klainers and ... Snovians (???? is there a name for Snowbaz shippers? This is just Simon. Snowbazzians?) (What would you call Baz fans? Bazzies?).
I am really enjoying these fic rec posts, more than I thought. It also motivates me to read more, which is a win-win. I do have some ideas for Ljubim te again, so I think I’ll start writing them soon. But maybe I will make a separate post for fics, aside from Wip Wednesday and Six Sentence Sunday? Fic Rec Friday?
ANYWAY, buckle up, it’s a long post, so the entire rec + tags will be under cut today!
Some non-fic recs first. Some? One, actually. I am rereading my Kickstarter books for Check, Please! in preparation for the delivery of the Year 4 Kickstarter. I... uh... asked the shipping costs for that campaign as a Christmas gift. But God yeah, I love this webcomic so much. Time to get back to the SMH (Samwell Meme’s Hockey Team).
Up to the fics!
@martsonmars wrote a fic about “consensual biting” between 6 years old: Love Bite. It’s adorable. I love how silly kids can be. And I am a bitch for fics where Lucy lives 😭!
I am catching up on The Rise and Fall of Simon Snow by @confused-bi-queer. I last read chapter 5, and [Jason Mendoza voice] oh Simon and Baz, we’re really in it now. I am upsetti spaghetti.
I am still riding the angst train right into Is It Over Yet? by @jayne89. God I really wish Carmen was actually this good, instead of a plot device for Rachel’s.... uhm... questionable storylines. Really excited for more of this verse.
God, I am really going through it, huh? @thnxforknowingme wrote a 2022 fic in review where she mentioned True Colors, a character study of Quinn between season 2 and 3, and I like the premise. I really enjoyed it. Damn, skank!Quinn had so much potential, but RIB just had to do the wack baby storyline.
This isn’t Jenna’s only fic that I have read. I finally, finally read Miles To Go, and I know a fic this wonderful should have a long and coherent comment, but I am just speechless. So utterly speechless. I started it when it was originally posted, but I had just lost my grandmother and yeah it was the wrong time. Now, we got the message that it’s time for my uncle to collect her ashes. Weird way to go back to a fic, but that’s what happened, and this fic tugged at my heartstrings. I definitely recommend it to everyone.
Also, more Jenna stuff, but insert the Chris Fleming meme here. Was no one ever going to tell me that Jenna has written Hades fic, or was I just supposed to find out by browsing through her AO3 by myself? Aíma.... YOOOO. The relation between Zaggie and blood? Jenna, your mind!
More sad shit? More sad shit! @wellbelesbian really made me say FUCK THE MAGE with the latest chapter of blow on the tinder. Guys, this is such a good fic. Alex, I am so glad you’re continuing it!
Okay, okay, whooo, time out with the angst. @redheadgleek‘s Pierce My Soul is a fluffy gem and I am a bitch for costume crew!Kurt. Although he got promoted here and he designed the costumes, including Blaine’s. There are so many great gems in this fic, but I lost it at Brad Ellis being the piano man. And when the fic mirrored dialogue from the show.... my heart!
I definitely boarded the fluff train now. I saw @letraspal‘s art for @skeedelvee‘s Drunken Kisses. I am all 🥺🥺🥺🥺 about this fic. Simon “He Is Plotting” Snow is amazing. Mix it with Baz “Gay Yearning” Pitch and voila!
@facewithoutheart delves into Simon’s sad childhood, but in a fluffy way, in What I Wouldn’t Give. Simon gets his first plushie and we all cry. I am such a bitch for this concept and Christina helpfully linked to another one, namely to @lifewithoutmotivation‘s Flamey. I am just overwhelmed on Simon’s behalf! This guy deserves all the gifts and birthday parties! (Also, congrats on the new URL!)
And we’re going to end this rec post with more holiday cheers from the holiday queers (really, did anyone watch The New Normal?) with @1908jmd‘s Klaine Advent 2022 - With their favourite people. Jen did a true drabble challenge and all the snippets are about the people in Kurt and Blaine’s lives and look I just got very emo over it.
If you’ve already been tagged in a rec, consider that a tag for WIP Wednesday (or Six Sentence Sunday). Also tagging @quizasvivamos @crissmastrees-and-candyklaines @coffeegleek @esperantoauthor @otherworldsivelivedin @caramelcoffeeaddict @sillyunicorn @bazzybelle @dragoneggos @raenestee @tectonicduck @nightimedreamersworld @urban-sith @thnxforknowingme @captain-aralias @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @takitalks @justgleekout @cerriddwenluna @tea-brigade @ivelovedhimthroughworse @moodandmist @whogaveyoupermission @bookish-bogwitch @aroace-genderfluid-sheep @ionlydrinkhotwater @special-bc-ur-part-of-it @larkral @chen-chen-chen-again-chen @cutestkilla @artsyunderstudy
#the plushie thing makes me emo i also have a similar story for it for my SJAEU#tagged in#wip wednesday
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small || stranger things ; s.harrington
Authors Note: All my short ladies, where ya at? It's our time to shine, babes!!
This has nothing at all to do with the dual oc fic I'm planning / trying to write but a screaming session last night with the babe @rampagewriting over certain ah... Things related to some of the Stranger Things guys, well... That definitely inspired this. I believe the original idea was based on a TikTok shown to be by @rampagewriting about a couple with a height difference. Side note; Steve Harrington definitely likes being the taller one in a relationship. I don't make the rules.
Warnings: None, tbh.
Tag List: Ah fuck.. there's nobody on it yet. But if you wanna be, that can be arranged.
Other Stuff : tag list || pinned - my rules || requests; open, headcanons only please and thanks !!
I do not consent to my work being reposted / rewritten, posted elsewhere or plagarized.
The Motley Crue playing at a low volume had him raising an eyebrow as he wandered into Scoops Ahoy. Robin was already there, talking to another girl and almost the instant Robin caught sight of him, she snickered.
Elbowing the other girl.
The two wandered out from behind the counter and Steve’s eyes were glued to the shorter girl. She hadn’t noticed him staring yet and that was probably a damn good thing too. When she finally did glance his direction, she had this playful look dancing in her eyes.
“You must be Steve.” she spoke up, an attempt to draw him into conversation.
“Yeah.” he chuckled. Repeating her name as Robin introduced her. Playing it as cool as he could when Robin explained that the shorter girl was going to be working with them for the rest of the summer.
The way she bit her lip when he repeated her name had him clearing his throat. Shuffling his feet against the tacky floor tiles of the ice cream parlor. Motley Crue gave way to something softer and a little more pleasant to listen to and before he realized it he was staring at her like an idiot all over again.
All that was missing were the comical bulging eyes, a heart beating way too rapidly and his jaw dragging the floor. If he thought he got chokeslammed by cupid the last time this whole annoying love at first sight shit happened to him not so long ago, it was nothing compared to now.
Robin snapping her fingers in front of his face in annoyance was what drew him back into the atmosphere and out of those big and beautiful eyes of the other girl present.
“So who will I be working with tomorrow?” the other girl asked.
Robin found herself watching in amusement as her old friend immediately went into flirt mode. The more surprising thing itself was that Steve Harrington was flirting right back with her old friend. All the classic signs were there.
If either of them stepped any closer they’d be pressed right against each other.
Customers came in and Steve rushed to the front, going into what Robin liked to call game show host mode and as soon as he wasn’t paying any attention, Robin fixed her eyes on the other girl.
“What?” she shrugged as if she had no clue why Robin was looking at her the way she was at the moment.
“Don’t what me… What the hell was that?” Robin asked, gesturing at Steve who gave her a sarcastic wave. Robin laughed and turned to face her friend. “You like him.. Oh my god, you like him.”
“Well, he is pretty.” the other girl admitted, shrugging almost sheepishly. “I’m just a mere girl, alright? I don’t have the god-like restraint you have.”
“It isn’t restraint. Steve is just an actual dingus. Also, totally not my type. Remember?”
The other girl gazed at Steve with a soft and sappy expression. “ Yes, I know…But look at him, he’s so fuckin cute! I’m glad he’s not your type because he’s kind of exactly mine…” as she laughed softly, teasing her friend.
“Ew. I’m disowning you.” Robin wrinkled her nose.
“Nuh uh. You’re stuck with me. Blood pact, remember?” the other girl argued.
“Ugh, don’t remind me.” Robin gave a mocked look of disappointment. “Do you need a cold shower? Are you gonna be okay?”
“I’ll be fine.” the other girl pouted in exasperation. Gazing at him out of the corner of her eyes as she shrugged. “It’s not like I’m his type anyway, wasn’t he dating that Nancy girl?”
“Yeah, well..”
“See? Nothing to worry about.” the other girl gave Robin a squeeze and skipped out the door, disappearing into the crowd going past the parlor’s open door.
Steve dragged a hand over the back of his neck as he blew at the hair escaping the stupid sailors hat and falling into his eyes. “Wow.”
“Oh god. No.” Robin groaned, rolling her eyes. “Absolutely not, dingus. You’re not corrupting my friend.”
“Did she say anything?” Steve asked, trying to play casual. Failing miserably because Robin had been working with him long enough by now to realize all the signs. She’d gotten to know him fairly well over the past month or so and because she did, she knew exactly what was going through his mind. “The fact that she’s so short is kinda hot.” Steve remarked, both in total honesty and to annoy the living hell out of Robin.
“Dingus.. Go cool off in the freezer. We need more butterscotch.” Robin held up the empty vat of ice cream as she pointed her free hand to the door separating the back of the shop from the front.
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They were working the shop alone. They had been most of the week, come to think of it and the more they had to work together, the more painfully aware of her he became. The more he told Robin about this whenever they met up to hang out, the more she teased him. The more she hinted that there was something she knew about the new hire he had such a massive crush on that he didn’t.
No amount of begging, anything. Nothing made Robin give him even the smallest hint.
And he was at a loss as to how to start a conversation with the new girl so he was getting a little desperate.
Until the idea hit him.
Well, the new girl was the one who may or may not have given him the idea.
It all started with a can of sprinkles placed on a high shelf that she couldn’t quite reach.
“Steve!”
He looked up from the magazine he’d been reading during the lull in customers to find her attempting to stand on a chair she’d dragged over to the toppings shelf in back.
Before he even thought about it, he was on his feet, heading over to her. He grabbed hold of her hips and hoisted her up, sitting her on his shoulders so she could snag the canister and when he placed her back on her own feet she’d tilted her head to the side a little to stare up at him and the giggle that came.. That damned playful, flirty giggle.
He was hooked.
It became sort of a personal challenge for him. Every time he saw her name on the schedule with his, he’d place something out of her reach or he’d purposely tighten the lids on the jars of toppings so they couldn’t be opened easily.
And it was all going good too, until Robin caught onto it when she happened to be working with both of them and noticed just how many times during a shift her friend had to go over to Steve and ask him for his help reaching something. Or loosening a lid like she’d just done a few minutes before with a little jar of maraschino cherries.
Steve opened the lid and held the jar out to her and just like usual, Robin’s friend tilted her head and gave him the cute little giggle and the grin that gave him the rush -and the serotonin, necessary to continue breathing a little longer. Or something equally sappy.
Robin waited until her friend was out of earshot and then she whirled around to look at Steve, a hand on her hip as she tried not to laugh.
“You’re doing it on purpose.” Robin accused.
“Doing what?” Steve asked innocently.
“Don’t play dumb with me, you know what I’m talking about.” Robin folded her arms and stared him down, barely hiding the amusement.
“I’m not doing anything. I don’t know what you’re talkin about, Robin.” Steve shook his head and shrugged. “I’m not!” he insisted when Robin gave him one of her little smirks.
“Tightening the lids and putting stuff out of her reach.” Robin stated calmly. “You’re doing it on purpose and it needs to stop. Just talk to her, dingus. Stop making her reach for things.” Robin said it as if it were the easiest thing in the world to do.
But it wasn’t. Steve knew it wasn’t because he’d tried just talking to her on more than one occasion. And while they did indeed talk, he knew she was totally oblivious to his previous attempts at flirting with her. It threw him for a loop. He wasn’t fully adjusted to the ideal that he wasn’t Steve Harrington, king of Hawkins High anymore.
He was just another guy. Another guy who apparently, didn’t have a goddamn clue when it came to properly catching a girls attention like he used to believe he could. It kind of stung, especially when this particular girl was one he wanted so badly that he could practically taste it.
“I’ve tried that, Robin! Or have you totally missed that? What do you think I’ve been doing?” Steve asked, catching sight of the other girl out of the corner of his eyes as she made her way over.
“I mean it, Steve. Stop making her reach for things, dingus.” Robin warned one last time before gathering her things, discarding her apron and heading to the back to clock out.
Steve took a few long and deep breaths. Getting himself together because earlier when he opened the cherries he’d tightened the lid on, she’d kind of leaned against him a little, dragging a red tipped finger up and down the front of his uniform top and leaving him officially fucked for focus and a working brain cell for the rest of their shift in the process.
If she had one tenth of a clue what she did to him…
Her throat cleared behind him.
“Hey, Steve?”
“Yeah?”
“Think you can help me?” she was doing it again, by God. Biting her lip as she gazed up at him,
“Yeah, yeah. What’s up?” he asked, keeping himself as smooth and calm as possible.
He hadn’t tightened any more lids or placed anything else out of her reach, so he wondered what she was about to ask.
She turned facing away from him. “The zipper on this stupid top is stuck.”
Steve gulped because if he hadn’t, he would’ve nearly swallowed his own damned tongue. “I..uh.. Yeah.” he finally managed to get his brain and mouth functioning together at the same time as he reached out, giving the zipper a careful tug. At the sight of red lace beneath, he gulped again. Tugging at his collar while she was safely turned away and couldn’t see him, feeling like a pervy disaster because this bullshit were the things he was reduced to doing just to get her attention.
She spun around to face him and stepped closer. Toying with the stupid red tie at his neck for a second or two quietly, holding his eye contact the entire time.
“What are you doing after work?” she asked. Steve was caught totally off guard by the question. And assuming she was just asking to be polite, he shrugged. “Nothing, I mean.. What about you?”
“Well,” she melted against him just a little bit more, “I was thinking about sneaking into the movies. They’ve got this killer movie playing right now.” she pouted a little. Almost a teasing pout. Steve shuffled his feet around, dragging a hand through his hair. “Oh yeah?” he asked.
If he were the same guy he’d been last year, hell, two years ago.. He’d have definitely assumed she was flirting and went for it.
But he wasn’t. And he didn’t want to assume something and make an idiot out of himself. Especially not considering how much he really did happen to like her and want to get to know her better.
A lot better.
Yeah, he wanted to get real close to her.
,, You might even be falling for her, idiot.” the thought came, taunting him almost. ,, You are falling for her.” his brain corrected.
“Mhm. But it’s a horror movie and I don’t do so well with those. I don’t wanna go see it alone.” she was practically purring. Toying with the red tie on his uniform top a little more as she looked up at him. Soft laughter bubbling up as she mumbled something he couldn’t quite make out.
“Huh?” he asked the question in a daze and he spent the next five seconds of silence torn between kicking himself and wishing the floor would open and swallow him.
“I said.. I’m flirting with you, Steve. Jesus Christ.” she pouted a little as she said it and turned as if she were going to walk away, muttering that it was a dumb idea, that Robin didn’t have a clue what she was talking about and now things were going to be awkward.
Steve finally caught up to her, right before she started to disappear into the back.
“You were flirting with me?” Steve pointed to himself as he gazed at her in disbelief.
“Duh! I was beginning to wonder if I was gonna have to like.. Walk out here bare assed naked to clue you in. Then Robin told me what you were doing so I decided two can play that game.” she shrugged, a hand to her mouth barely hiding a laugh.
“Robin.. Damn it.” Steve grumbled under his breath right as Robin walked out and gave him a shit-eating grin. “Going home now! I’ll see you two lovebirds later!”
“Hey, wait! He didn’t exactly..” she frowned as Robin made the fastest exit out of the ice cream parlor possible. “He didn’t exactly say he’d see the movie, goofball, Jesus. She acts as if my plan was fool-proof.”
Steve snickered quietly when he heard what she mumbled to herself.
“I didn’t say I wouldn’t, either.” he spoke up quietly.
She grinned and laughed softly. Stepped closer to him and gazed up as she toyed with the stupid red tie. “So… will you?”
Steve chuckled and nodded. “Yeah. Ya know, I was working up to asking you first…Right?”
She giggled quietly. “You were taking too long, Harrington. I thought I’d speed up the process.”
#steve harrington#steve harrington fanfiction#steve harrington fanfic#steve harrington oneshot#steve harrington x female!reader fanfiction#my writing ; stranger things ; c; steve harrington
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Seven Sentence Sunday, tagged by @frysquint and her delightful eddie and chris interactions which has stolen my heart.
this is from my au where pre-canon eddie meets buck 1.0 on a hook-up app before the events of season one and also eddie has a cat. more than seven sentences bc i can’t be tamed
“You live in an adult frat house?”
Buck laughs, unoffended it seems. “Most people don’t have a problem with it.”
Eddie sends him a flat look. “I am not fucking you in a house with three other strangers walking around.”
“Well I assume your place is off the table, since you’ve got Christopher,” Buck says, sounding pretty neutral about it, all things considered. “We could go back to the café and use the bathroom?”
“Oh my God, no.”
Buck screws his mouth to the side. “I could borrow a truck from work?”
Eddie stares at him. “You can’t be serious.”
Buck scrunches up his face. “Yeah, probably not a great idea.” He huffs. “I can text my roommates?”
“Would they really get out of the house just because you want to hook up?”
“Oh, I can convince them.” Buck pulls out his phone and starts tapping away. He makes no move to hide his screen, so Eddie happens to look over just as he hits send.
GUYS GTFO I COULD LAND A DILF
“DILF?” Eddie questions.
Buck looks up abruptly, eyes wide, then squints. “You don’t know what DILF means?” Eddie shakes his head. “Can I promise to tell you after?”
Eddie just sends him a look.
Buck huffs, his cheeks turning a delightful shade of pink. “It means ‘dad I’d like to fuck.’”
Eddie blinks a few times. He’s pretty sure he’s flattered? Buck worries at his bottom lip as he waits for Eddie’s reaction, turning it even pinker and kind of swollen. Eddie stares for probably too long. Okay, yeah, definitely flattered. “Let’s go.”
Buck grins.
tagging @original-jade @mooshkat @prettyboybuckley and @deafgaynerd only if you want to ofc i’m just greedy for y’all’s worbs!
#buddie#seven sentence sunday#way more than seven sentence sunday#oops?#sorry not sorry#buck#evan buckley#eddie diaz#my writing#sort of fic#ficlet#i should keep working on this fic#maybe i'm in a smitty mood and can write more of it#maybe it should ONLY be smit and that's how i develop the story#bc tbh i'm writing a plotty point and it's not going
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