Definitely a snap Mabel received at like 4am
As usual, vaguely based on @tswwwit ‘s Familiar Au
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Sebastian Vettel x RBDesignEngingeer Reader.
Set in 2013 during the GP, Jennifer is fresh out of uni and has made a name for herself within the F1 world. She joins Redbull-Renault as one of their engineer designers and easily fits into the team, forming friendships easily. Most of all, she captures the attention of three time world champion, Sebastian Vettel.
Part 5- here’s the LINK to the previous part.
Jen is quickly becoming the most popular girl in Red Bull, and making quite the impression on the paddock. As months pass she’s a delight to work with and Sebastian feels like he’s losing his mind whenever he’s around her. He’s not so silent about his feelings towards her, and the two find themselves flirting at any given chance. Sebastian thinks she’s so important to him he wants to introduce her to a close friend of his…
Just a pre-warning the next chapter will include spice so be prepared 🌶️
This gif makes me want to cry, great xxx
Silverstone, England, June 30th 2013.
“Ah, well done, well done!” I clapped my hands together excitedly seeing Mark embrace his wife, Anne. Afterwards I gave him a quick hug, congratulating him for 2nd place and a spot on the podium. “Such an amazing drive, you should be so proud.” I nodded as the Australian’s grin was undeniable. I’d hoped for first place for Mark, but the myself and the team was overwhelmingly happy with second, especially after Seb’s gearbox failure.
“Thank you, thank you. I appreciate it.” He smiled as I offered him another before he went on to be congratulated by the rest of the team. Not too far away, I noticed Sebastian was finished talking with Christian nearby. His head was hung low and he looked a little awkward. I hated the feeling that churned in my lower stomach, I knew this could pose a threat to his potential championship win, but I was positive without the gearbox failure he would’ve won. I was also positive he would win the next race. It was always more frustrating when something completely out of the drivers control effected the race results.
I slipped over, sliding a hand on his shoulder. “Hi.” I gently smiled, his head perking up and a soft smile appeared. “Hey.”
“You alright?” I tilted my head up to look at him. “Yeah, just frustrated but- these things happen.” My hand slowly slid off his arm.
“I know, it’s so frustrating. You drove so good this whole race though.”
“That’s why it is even more frustrating.” He scratched the back of his neck as I winced, maybe I shouldn’t have rubbed that in. “I know.” I gently spoke as he tilted his head back up from the floor.
“These things happen.” He shook it off, “are you free, right now?”
“Pretty much.” I glanced around, “I don’t think anybody needs me for anything; I just wanted to get a head start on looking at this track at Nürburgring.” Seb’s smile widened.
“Come take a break you smarty pants.” He slapped my arm gently, his disappointment still faint on his voice. “I’ve got somebody I want you to meet.”
“Right now?” I knotted my hands together, toying with them nervously. “Yeah.” Sebastian smiled. “And I wanna get out of here before anybody else asks me about today.”
“Okay.” I agreed. “Yeah?” He smiled as I nodded, allowing him to lead me out of the garages. “Who are we meeting?” I then asked, skipping to keep up with his long paces.
“Somebody.” He was grinning ear to ear. Whoever it was must’ve been special. “Somebody? Is that all you’re gonna say, what is it the queen?”
“Michael Schumacher.” I stopped dead in my tracks. Eyes widening as an excitement bubbled in my chest. “No!”
“Yeah.” He laughed, “c’mon.”
“I can’t, Sebastian, I’m scared!” I felt my nerves seeping through me. Sebastian had turned around now, laughing out loud as he grabbed at my hands to pull me. “Why?” He giggled.
“Because I love Michael Schumacher, I’m nervous.” I planted a hand on my chest. “He’ll love you, come.” He began tugging on my hand as I stumbled forwards, my hands moving onto the back of his shoulders. “No, I’m worried!”
Sebastian turned around with a grin, “do I have to drag you?”
“Yeah.” I teased, not expecting him to fully lift me up over his shoulders. I gasped, grasping onto his shirt as he held the back of my legs, holding my dress down. “Sebastian! No!” I choked out, my hands gripping at anything I could possibly get a hold of. He was laughing mischievously, jogging out through the garage as I bobbed on his back.
“Seb, Seb, Seb! Sebastian!” I cried out, half in horror half in enjoyment as I felt like I was gonna go backwards over his shoulder.
“Oh, hallo, Sebastian.” An all too recognisable voice made my eyes widen in complete surprise. “Hallo!” Sebastian greeted, beginning to put me back down on my feet.
“Wer ist dein Freund?” (Who is your friend?).
I spun around, the blood rushing to my face as I pushed my hair back in surprise. Stood there was Michael Schumacher and his wife looking amused at the position I’d just been in. “Hello!” I practically giggled.
“Ah, this is Jenna.” Sebastian put a hand on my upper back, still laughing from my previous panic. “This is Michael and Corinna.” I greeted both of them politely.
“Girlfriend?” Michael grinned back to Sebastian as I spluttered nervously. “No, no, she’s the design engineer for us.”
“Ah, really?! I’ve heard of you before, I’m glad you’re here actually…” What ensued was a conversation about the Nurburgring track and it’s safety, I never thought I’d have such an in depth conversation with Michael Schumacher, I was pretty starstruck. He and his wife were so friendly, although they did like to keep referring to me as Sebastian’s ‘girlfriend’ which got me all red in the face.
“I’m glad you met him.” Sebastian spoke when we walked back to where he was supposed to be present at the F1 after party. His arm was slung over my shoulder as I smiled up to him in amazement. “Me too, I’m in shock.” I held my hand to my chest. Seb’s hand slowly crept onto my arm, rubbing at the exposed skin as I bit down onto my shoulder. His touch was warm and his hands were so big, big enough to engulf any part of my body.
“They liked you. I knew you’d get along with Michael anyway, you’re so clever you know everything that he finds so interesting.” He complimenting, playfully pulling me in front of him and squeezing at my shoulders. As he did, I let out a burst of laughter at the ticklish sensation, squeaking as he began laughing, pulling me closer into his front. Oh god, I was a flustered mess, it felt like we were a couple.
“What was that?!” He asked in amusement, grinning as he spoke, my hands holding onto his fingers. “I’m ticklish, don’t do that again.” I felt him squeeze once more as I tensed, giggling out until he pulled me flush against his chest, arm wrapped over my chest. My body was against his, every time he took a step forwards, his crotch would inch against my bum and I felt borderline perverted at the fact it was turning me on.
“I’m sorry.” He grinned, squeezing me gently as I held onto his arm. “You’re a wind up.” I slapped his skin lightly. “A what?” He glanced over my shoulder. “A wind up, you know, you torment me on purpose.” I explained, stumbling over my words slightly as he simply smirked in response, his tongue pressed to the inside of his cheek. His lips looked so plump and kissable, our faces were so close, I wanted to kiss him so bad. The months of the close friendship had only made me feelings and attraction grow deeper for him.
“Oh, here come the love birds!” Christian Horner’s voice exclaimed as I snapped my attention towards the red headed man, Seb’s arms sliding off me slowly as he left one hand resting just behind my shoulder.
“There you are! We’ve been searching for you!” He spoke to Sebastian. “Ah, sorry we were talking to Michael.”
“Talking to Michael, canoodling, whatever you were doing.” Christian teased as I tensed my jaw out of a slight shyness. Sebastian had to hurry on stage after that, offering me a pat on the back as I was left feeling uncomfortably frustrated when the cold rush of air replaced where his hands and body had been.
I was turned on by him. I couldn’t deny that, how cheeky he was, how cuddly and close he got to me. I felt my lower core ache and it felt like my mind was on fire, too occupied by the idea of his hands roaming further down my chest to focus on anything else…
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realizing now that i don't have to apologize for not writing. i'm only human, and i have a life outside of tumblr that requires me to use my brain, and unfortunately, i've never been able to focus on both academics and creativity. i've put a pretty good amount of stuff out when you combine everything on my blogs, so i hope everyone still enjoys all of it.
i'm not leaving or anything. i've just been beating myself up about not writing on here in a while, and i just now realized i don't have to. comparing myself to people who can churn out multiple fics in one day will never do me any good. and it's better to just be proud of what i put out.
i'll for sure write again, so idk why it's so hard to accept that it's a little difficult to do it rn. especially because there was a time when i wouldn't write for months at a time, and it had no effect on me.
anyway, i hope you guys stop by in my inbox sometime and say hi. i thoroughly enjoy talking about other things. i've got lots of interests and time on my hands to talk about them. and i hope i'm interesting enough for you to keep following even though i'm taking a break.
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First Exploratory Anomaly Draft Done
And I guess I wrote 100k words in three and a half months.
😱😳😵
Idk I guess when I have something cool to work on suddenly I can just…..churn it out like no one’s business like holy shit?? 100k words in 106 days - that’s pretty awesome?
But I’m definitely not done. I’m calling this the “exploratory first draft” because the ending arc isn’t satisfying and there are several plot points that don’t make sense, but the world is there and the characters are there!
Next steps:
Take a small break. I kind of did this weekend but should probably take some more time
Outline outline outline. I’m using KM Weiland’s Outlining Your Novel and Structuring Your Novel workbooks to help me
Do a drawing challenge; might be part of my break, we will see
Add new plot points to existing draft; I already have a couple in mind I can add
More Anomaly is on the way! I’m super proud of myself for finishing this milestone and I’m excited to see where this story will take me next.
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Do you have any tips for those who wish to create a webcomic?
I do apologize if this has been asked before!
this is a pretty big question that would probably be easier to answer if you had any specific things you'd like to know about!
but i can give you a summary of general things i've learned over the years!
disclaimer: these are my personal experiences, if any of this sounds like something that doesn't fit your workflow or preferences, please disregard!
if you've never made a webcomic before, i would personally recommend starting small. do a short oneshot first to see how it feels instead of diving right into your multi-season 2000 pages big epic story, because i feel like the workload can get really overwhelming really fast if you go from 0 to 100 right away. some creators thrive on that but it was definitely not for me. i have a lot of failed and unfinished projects sitting around because i was too ambitious and didn't know what i was getting myself into. later on i started drawing short comics for various fandoms & ships i was invested in deeply, and those got progressively longer until i suddenly felt ready to seriously tackle one of my original stories again. which was when i finally started working on #MUTED!
don't worry about sticking to the strict 60+ panels weekly schedule that you see a lot on platforms like webtoon for example. unless you've signed a contract, you make the rules and decide how much and how often you post. i've seen a lot of creators burn themselves out over that when there really wasn't any need because no one was forcing or paying them to churn out so much all the time T -T) you can still find an audience and success with a slower pace (for example #MUTED was released with 2 episodes a month, 1 ep usually had around 20ish panels iirc)
finished is better than perfect. if you're a perfectionist this can be difficult to accept, but i promise most people won't look at your panels for longer than 1.5 seconds. some wonky lines here and there don't matter much, it's more important to get the feelings across imho.
vector layers (for inking) are your best friend \o/
imho having a pretty clear outline for your story can be really helpful and take away some stress, knowing where the story is going without having to constantly sit down inbetween chapters to come up with more plot is a blessing and i wish i had been better about doing that with #MUTED. i did have a rough outline but a lot of holes in between chapters and in the end some things i would have liked to explore more never got touched on because my planning was bad and i wasn't able to find the room in the story (like some emma back story, more about jasper's family dynamics, also a bit more of a deep dive into kai's relationship with his family) (also towards the end i felt pretty burned out and just wanted to move on haha) [i'm not saying to plan every scene right from the get go, there's always room to adjust and remove or add stuff while you're working on the project, but a few important anker points here and there are important, at least for me!]
shortcuts are also your best friend, use all of them. 3d models too!
when you start publishing, don't get discouraged by algorithms and statistics and numbers (i say as that's something i still struggle with daily LOL), agonising over these things is pointless because they're mostly out of your control, focus on things you can actively do to be proud of your work. also instead of comparing yourself to others, instead compare yourself to past you! look how far you've come compared to the you from last year :>
i hope any of this helps, sorry for rambling lol if there's ever any specific questions, my asks are always open and i'll do my best to try and help out!! i'm also still learning and don't consider myself to be a person who really has anything to teach to anyone, but i can share my progress and experiences and hype you up if needed, hehe
good luck with your comic!!
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Winner Takes It All || Thirteen Just First Day Nerves
Charles Leclerc x Valentina Hendrix (OC)
Winner Takes It All Masterlist
Summary: Its the first race weekend of the season and tensions and emotions run high
Warnings: I don’t think there is any although the ending might get me punched 🫣
As always reblogs and feedback is highly appreciated ❤️ if you want tagging in future parts let me know ❤️
I was surprised at first, the questions were mainly directed at Charles and Pierre about their thoughts on having a female on the track for the first time. My heart melted with both of their answers and the proud smiles on their faces.
“I have known Valentina for pretty much my entire life,” Charles beamed, glancing over at me flashing me a smile. “So we have always been pretty close, we raced and grew up together. The day I found out that she would be racing with Alpha Tauri I thought I was going to burst with pride. It had always been a dream of hers ever since we started racing so to be on the track with her whilst she achieves that dream, well that is just one of the best feelings in the world.”
I found myself having to blink back tears at Charles’ words, no matter how much pain and heartache there was between us, hearing him say how proud he was nearly reduced me to a sobbing mess but somehow I had managed to keep it together. I also wasn’t going to start crying on camera.
“So Valentina, there are quite a few articles floating around the internet about your past, some people are saying that someone with a criminal record doesn’t belong in the sport and it is giving a bad image for Formula One. What is your take on this?”
Taking a deep breath, I placed the water bottle on the floor. I had been preparing with Josh all morning and we had prepared the perfect answer, without it sounding too robotic.
“Everyone has a past, whether they like to admit it or not.” I nodded, slyly rubbing my palms on my jeans. “And yes I do have a past, one I am not afraid to admit. I was young, dumb and there was a lot of peer presure involved. I was fifteen at the time and if I could go back I would change my actions that night, but unfortunately we cannot change the past no matter how hard we try.” I said taking another breath, trying to calm myself down as I could feel myself getting worked up about everything.
Everyone in the room stayed silent.
“Since that night I have been working on myself to become a better person and learn how to deal with the pressure of life, whether that is from other people or from racing.” I said confidently. “Yes my record was sealed, but that didn’t mean I didn’t pay the price for my actions. I was banned from kart racing for half a season and I also had to do around fifty hours of community service within a homeless shelter.” I said before taking another breath. “I didn’t like the person I was becoming back then so I made it my mission to learn from my mistakes and become someone little girls can look up to.”
My heart was pounding against my chest and my stomach was churning as I looked out into the sea of reporters trying to get a grasp on their reaction to my response.
“Speaking of the past,” one of the reports smirked. “You are Charles previously dated, am I correct?”
“Yes we did.” Charles answered before I could, which I was grateful for as he took the pressure off me. “We were together for four years before I came into Formula One.”
“Are we to expect some rivalry on the track because of this? What was the reason you broke up?”
I had to bite my tongue, all I wanted to do was to tell the nosey bitch to keep her nose out of our business, this had nothing to do with them.
“The reason we broke up isn’t anyone else's business but mine and Vali’s.” Charles said, a little more harsh than normal. “And the only reason you will get rivalry on the track from me and Valentina is due to our competitive nature not to do with the fact we used to date.”
Charles had definitely had a lot more experience when it came down to press conferences, yes I had plenty during my time within W-series but they weren’t this intense.
I had honestly zoned out of the rest of the press conference, if you asked me what questions they asked I wouldn’t have a clue. So the moment I walked out of the small room I felt like I could finally breathe again.
But that didn’t last long when Charles wrapped his arms around me pulling me into a tight hug, pressing a kiss against the top of my head.
“You did amazing,” he whispered.
Pulling away from his arms I nodded at him. “Are they always that intense?” I asked.
“Not normally no.” he breathed, leaning against the wall so we were out of sight of the press. “Maybe we can go for coffee after the race, you know, to celebrate your first one.”
Raising my brow at him, “Thought you’d want to go drinking?” I questioned, a small chuckle passing my lips.
“I know you’d rather get coffee than drink.” he said, flashing me a smile that always made me feel weak at the knees. “I remember a lot of things, Vali.” he admitted in a whisper.
His confession melted my heart, maybe there was still a chance for us? Mentally I scolded myself for thinking that, especially with how broken I was because of the Monegasque that was standing in front of me. There was no way I was going to put myself in the position where it could happen again.
“So about that coffee?” he asked softly.
“I will think about it.” I nodded, I needed to get out of this situation because sooner or later I would have done something I would have regretted later down the line. “I will see you on the track Leclerc, don’t forget to bring you A game.” I laughed as I turned away from him, before he could respond I was already walking away from him with my heart racing.
Once I was a safe distance away from him I leant against the nearest wall, taking a few deep breaths, trying to calm my heart rate down.
“You okay?” a voice appeared from behind me.
Spinning around I saw Lewis standing there with a concerned look on his face.
“Yeah,” I breathed, running my fingers through my hair. “You know, just first day nerves.” I chuckled, hoping that he believed me.
“We’ve all been there kiddo,” he smiled, placing his hand on my shoulder. “I’ve seen your racing and you have some serious talent, you are definitely going to give me a run for my money out on track.” He chuckled, with a large grin on his face. “Just remember the breath.”
“Thanks.” I smiled softly at him.
We stood chatting for a bit longer before Josh was blowing up my phone with texts asking where I was.
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The weekend flew by in a blur and if I was being honest I still hadn’t come down from the high I was feeling. Yes I didn’t win my first race but coming p4 was definitely something to be proud of. The moment I stepped out of the car I was engulfed into a bone crushing hug from Pierre, Pascale, Arthur and my mum and dad, I swore they bruised my ribs with their vice like grip.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw Charles standing on the sidelines, kicking a pebble with the toe of his race boots. It was obvious he was holding back, I had known this boy for far too long to miss the look on his face. It was the one that said he was torn.
Wiggling my way out of the vice that was my family I took a few deep breaths, trying to calm my racing heart as I strolled casually over to Charles. We needed to be civil on the track, even if I was ignoring him.
“Good race, Bear.” I smiled, standing in front of him. The moment I realised I had called him the nickname only I used to call him I wanted the ground to swallow me up, I didn’t mean to call him that, it just kinda slipped out at that moment.
The corners of his lips tugged up at the sound of the nickname, finally he looked up, his eyes clouded with tears as a proud smile appeared on his face.
“You smashed it out there, Vali.” He grinned, pulling me into a comforting hug.
Once again my heart screamed out at the contact, the fact he still had this extreme hold on me made me want to run but instead I found myself wrapping my arms around him, reciprocating in the hug. I needed to ignore the feeling of being at home in his arms. This was no longer my home and he was no longer mine.
“Jules serait tellement fière de toi. Jules would be so proud of you.” He whispered, pressing a kiss to the top of my head.
Finally, my brain took over the situation and I pulled away from the hug, feeling cold without his arms around me.
“Yeah he would be,” I breathed, fiddling with the yarn bracelet that hung around my wrist. “See you around Charles.” I hummed before making a swift exit. I needed to get as far away from him as possible, I wasn’t meant to be feeling these feelings after so long but here I was craving the touch of my ex.
Pushing my way through the crowded paddock ignoring everyone who was calling my name, I needed to be alone. My eyes were stinging from the tears that had formed and I sure as hell weren’t going to let anyone see me at my most vulnerable moment, so I did what I knew best, I plastered a fake smile on my face and went into hiding.
Once I was in the sanctuary of my drivers room, the floodgates opened as I slumped into a ball on the floor. Nothing could stop the tears as they streamed down my cheeks. This was a lot harder that I had originally thought it would have been.
Every time I saw Charles all our memories played like a movie in my head, the fucker was on repeat with no way of turning it off.
The only thing I did know was that this was going to be a long fucking season and if I was going to survive I needed to make some drastic changes.
I needed to fully shut Charles out no matter how much I knew it was going to hurt me.
I couldn’t go the whole season like this.
I needed to protect my heart from being shattered to the point of non repair. Right now emotions were my weakness and if I was going to come out of this season alive I needed to become cold, ruthless and not let my emotions guide me, it was time for a new Valentina Hendrix to come out and play, one no one had seen before.
Pulling myself to my feet I stared into the mirror on the wall taking in my appearance, scoffing at how pathetic I looked. I had finally made it into the most prestigious racing sport there was and here I was bawling my eyes out over a boy who broke my heart four years ago. Glaring at my own reflection I roughly wiped my eyes with the sleeve of my race suit. I stared up at the ceiling of the room, taking a few deep breaths to try and regulate my breathing once again. It was time to focus on my racing not my heart.
It was time to pull myself up out of the ashes that remained of my broken heart and rise like the goddam Phoenix I knew I was, piecing my own heart and soul back together.
It was time for a drastic change.
The world wasn’t ready for the new Valentina Hendrix.
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A restless waves rise and fall microfic (series). 🏴☠️ Pirate Jily AU.
@jilymicrofics @jilytoberfest Week 2 Prompt: Observe || 905 Words
The sun beats down upon the stone path of the little market, the breeze off the sea more stifling than relaxing, especially as the powdered wig atop James’ head—his disguise—itches more and more with every bead of sweat that forms beneath it. Still, he manages to smile and make pleasantries with the boisterous woman who runs the fruit stand.
When James speaks, she laughs wildly and throws her head back at the smallest comment of his, reaching across and touching his shoulder, batting her eyes and being a little too generous with the cut of her blouse. James finds it a little off-putting, but he smiles as he exchanges silver for the basket of citrus he’s come to purchase.
Not ten seconds after the transaction completes, when the proprietor is leaning herself across the stand in an attempt at furthering the conversation, does he feel a familiar grasp take his hand and essentially drag him away from the little market and off towards the empty shoreline.
Lily’s marching next to him, silent and steady, the new maps clutched in her other hand. There’s a churning in his stomach that tells him something’s wrong—and for a fleeting, terrible moment, he wonders if it’s something he’s done. Carefully, he laces their fingers together and squeezes her palm.
“Are you alright, love?”
She doesn’t immediately answer, and he observes how her jaw tightens, as if struggling against herself.
“I apologize, for how I reacted back there.” She lets out a breath, eyes drawn out to the sea to their right. “There’s some…nastier impulses in my character that I’m not proud of. I’m usually better at ignoring them.”
His brow furrows as they continue in silence, mind jumping back to what she could possibly be talking about. He thinks of the way she grabbed his hand, tugging him away from the fruit stall and has to fight the delighted smile that curves his lips as he squeezes her palm again, pulling her towards him as they stop in their tracks.
“Lily Potter, were you jealous?”
A delicate flush crawls up her neck to her cheeks and James fills with glee at the color. When her startling green eyes connect with his gaze, a small divot forms between her brows and she shakes her head. “Of course not. I’d never do you the dishonor. I don’t think your love for me is so feeble that it can be swayed by the next pretty woman who crosses your path.”
Though still intrigued by her embarrassment, a warmth blossoms in James’ chest, the trust and respect that builds their foundation still as strong as ever, fighting the erosion of the waves of time. His hand trails up her arm, brushing a stray hair from her face and tucking it back into the cap she wears—her own disguise to match this blasted itchy wig.
“If it’s not jealousy, then what vexes you, so that I can take it away?”
Lily chews her lip as she deliberates, never breaking their gaze. “If I tell you, will you promise not to think worse of me? It’s not something I…pride myself on indulging. I believe it’s something that’s a holdover from my scrappier years.”
“There is nothing that would make me think worse of you, my dear,” James assures her with a soft smile.
Lily heaves a breath, her eyes falling to the sand below their feet and James’ hand lifts to squeeze her own in reassurance. “You weren’t too far off from your guess. I didn’t like the way that woman looked at you—or how she reached out to touch you—but it wasn’t jealousy.” She fidgets with her hat and James can tell the discomfort she’s in. “It’s more the fact that you’re mine to look at that way.”
Whatever he had expected, it wasn’t this. James is suddenly aware of the heat of her hand in his, the way his heart pounds as he listens to his wife—his beautiful, confident wife—describe her possessive nature.
“I promise I don’t always think like this. I don’t watch hawk-eyed at every interaction you have.” She wipes a hand over her face. “I feel so embarrassed to even be admitting this—”
“Lily—”
“It’s mortifying that after all these years this…feeling is still in me, flaring up. And with you nonetheless,” her feet begin pacing the sand in front of him, her hand tugging at the plait of red hair that cascades over her shoulder. “As if you’re something I possess and not someone whose shown me nothing but the same love and respect that I strive to return to you—”
“Lily—”
“I promise you I don’t encourage it. It’s shameful, it’s repulsive, it’s—”
She turns once more in her pacing, and James takes this opportunity to drop the crate of fruit and pull her close, silencing her with the firm press of his lips to hers. The surprise of him earns a small noise as her rambling words die in her throat, her hand resting heavily on the back of his neck as her lips part for him and tongues meet.
Thumb gently brushing along the high bone of her cheek, James pulls back, eyes boring into hers—hard and confused and softened at the edges—and he lets out a light laugh, his voice low when he speaks.
“Don’t berate yourself too much for your thoughts, love. I’m quite glad to prove to you that I am all yours.”
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day 7 of 100 days of productivity 💌
No photo today because I was just in the house all day and nothing too interesting happened. But today I worked on a bit for each subject.
Maths, I worked on my homework which was just second derivatives and therefore pretty easy, and a bit of mechanics but not much.
In CS, I spent an hour and a half trying to write a program to determine if a number is happy or not (basically means that, the digits of the number, when squared and added up, and repeated, eventually reach 1). I did not succeed. I looked up how to do it, I understand now, so I’m going to let it marinate in my head a bit then return to it.
Honestly, trying for so long to write that was really frustrating. I first tried converting the number to a string then using a for loop to iterate over the digits, convert them to integers again, then square and sum them, but I had issues when it came to getting that to repeat with the final number churned out and stopping the loop if it reached 1. Then I tried using recursion, which is fairly new to me. I’ve only used subroutines once before this so it was a bit daunting. I felt like I was getting somewhere with recursion but the math just wasn’t mathing and I kept getting Recursion Errors or Local Variable Errors. But it’s okay, I get it now.
For physics, I finished the foundations of physics booklet like I said yesterday! However, I got into the physics problem set and honestly it was bringing me close to tears. The problems are important because it’s an entrance exam for a club of sorts which would be an amazing supercurricular to show for myself when applying to uni, so this is the only opportunity I have to get in. The last 6 or so problems I can’t fathom the method for and they account for over 50% of the marks,,, hurrah you need just over 50% to get in. I’m going to ask my physics teachers on Monday because I refuse to let this chance slip from my grasp.
Regardless of those obstacles, I’m proud of myself for really giving both of them a good go. I’m going to give it another crack tomorrow and ask for help afterwards.
- J
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Missed court
My gut churned as the female police officer made her way out of the store toward her police vehicle. My throat was dry - I was more nervous than I’d ever been.
“Excuse me, Officer?” I managed with my suddenly-parched vocal cords.
She turned and smiled at me, very friendly and inviting. She was quite pretty, her police car was also visible in the background.
“What can I do for you sir?” She asked.
I was trembling. I was probably blushing with my nerves. “I need to ask a favor, Ma’am.”
“I’ll help if I can,” she told me.
“I was supposed to be in court yesterday for a traffic ticket and totally forgot about it,” I explained, still shaking. “Could you check to see if there is a warrant for me?”
“I can certainly help with that,” she said, still very friendly. “Please give me your identification.”
I handed her my driver’s license with trembling hands. She tucked it in her pocket and moved behind me.
“I need you to put your hands behind your back for me, sir,” she told me. “You’re awfully nervous and if there is a warrant, I don’t want you running. So I need to handcuff you and place you in my car while I run the warrant check.”
I suddenly wanted to run - what kind of mistake was I making here? - but I obeyed, and she handcuffed me, tightly, the clicks driving home that it was too late to turn back now.
She walked me to her car and placed me in the back seat. She didn’t close the door as she got out my driver’s license and raised her radio to her lips.
“Wait,” I said. “I don’t want you to check, Officer.”
“It’s too late for that, sir,” she said, still friendly. “You’ve done the right thing by checking for a warrant. I’m proud of you.”
She radioed my name and date of birth. I heard a female voice respond on the radio.
“Subject is wanted on a warrant for failure to appear.”
The female officer nodded. “10-4. Show me with one male in custody, en route to the jail.”
My heart sank. I wanted to cry. A crowd was gathering outside the store - witnesses to my humiliation.
“Step out for me, sir,” she said. I obeyed, and she placed me against the car. “Legs apart.”
I again obeyed. She searched me, a slow, methodical and comprehensive exploration of my clothing with her hands that was deeply humiliating. She then put me back in the car and belted me in place.
“It’s not the end of the world,” she told me. “I can see you’re regretting approaching me. But taking care of your warrant is the right thing to do. I know you don’t want to go to jail, but tomorrow a judge will see you and you can hopefully get this cleared up.”
She paused. “At this time it is my duty to inform you that you are now officially under arrest. I am taking you to jail. Do you have any questions?”
“No, Officer.”
She closed the door, and I watched her, miserable in the rear seat of her vehicle, walk around and get in the driver’s door. I was so ashamed, embarrassed, and humiliated, but it was too late for me now, I had turned myself in and been arrested by her, and was now her prisoner.
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2022 Recap
Thank you @jjkeverlast for tagging me. This seemed like a ton of fun and was pretty nostalgic for me to go through! I've written roughly 400k this year which seems absolutely insane to me, and it all started with Mixtape back in very early April.
RULES:
post the top 5 works you're most proud of that you released in 2022 (not necessarily your most popular)
your top 4 current WIPs that you're excited to release in the new year
your top 3 biggest improvements in your writing over the past year
your top 2 resolutions (ways you wish to improve your writing/blog) for the new year
your number 1 favorite line you've written this year!
TOP FIVE WORKS I'M PROUD OF
Carved
The Iron Ring
Mine
Don’t Read Dead Languages
Bite Me, Jeon
TOP FOUR WIPS
↳ Everyone knows about the new girl attending the academy. Taehyung has heard whispers about her since before their first day of school - the lone survivor from the destruction of the academy in London. Your arrival brings a tidal wave of weird happenings and mysterious disappearances. Everyone thinks you're a curse. But Taehyung thinks there is something about you that doesn't quite meet the eye.
↳ You've spent your entire life training to become the elite dragon rider everyone knew you would be. But just as you being to reach heights you never imagined, you learn that your history books have lied about the war of Fire and Ash and the fall of the enemy kingdom just across the sea, and the real history behind the forbidden Alchemy of Dragons.
↳The world loves Hoseok. They love his music, they love his energy on stage, they love the way he dances. He is adored, celebrated. No one would suspect that Hoseok has another hobby on the side of the flashing lights and glittering parties. No one knows that in an underground circle where money can buy you anything, Hoseok goes by the name Jack. And Jack is a very good serial killer. Until he meets you.
Omega Zero (bannerless)
↳Namjoon has lived his entire life knowing his purpose as an alpha. He always knew that he would be trained, prepared, and groomed to enter the ORD - Omega Retirement Division. In a world where humans have perfected the human condition by its creation of the beta, alphas and omegas are no longer required. Now the only thing left for alphas to do is what they do best: hunt down the omegas and retire them. But when Namjoon is assigned to a mysterious case of one of the last, elusive omegas in the city, his world turns upside down. Because Namjoon remembers Jungkook, and he's not quite sure if he can do what society demands of him.
TOP THREE IMPROVEMENTS
Writing smut, I think. Honestly, I owe a ton of my smut development to reading endless amounts of @here2bbtstrash and @nabiolive who write some of the most fantastic, toe-curling smut that you can imagine. Practice makes perfect and reading a lot of their writing helps my skill a ton.
World building. The Iron Ring was the first fantasy fic that I started on here, which is my preferred genre and it was a huge overall of world-building, establishing lore, and planning ahead and it is largely responsible for the dramatic increase in my ability to invent worlds and come up with ideas for other fics.
Being more inclusive - my first few fics on here are rampant with too many descriptions or attributions to reader that aren’t broad enough to fit enough audiences, but as I’ve written more I have tried to really hone in on making my works as inclusive as possible, which really relies on leaving any physical part of reader as blank as possible. I’m not perfect, but I am working endlessly on that.
TOP TWO RESOLUTIONS
Write a minimum of 200 words a day. It’s not a lot at all, but that way it will help slowly make progress every single day. 200 words is 100% doable, even on bad days so I really want to try this out.
Read more fics from other writers. It’s so hard to balance reading and writing in this space. I am constantly churning out content and when I’m not, I am trying to give myself the mental grace and break that I honestly should do more often, which means I don’t read other writer’s works because it feels like too much for my brain to do at the time. Next year, though, I really want to dedicate a single day to reading others works, which is totally stolen from @here2bbtstrash
ONE FAVORITE LINE I'VE WRITTEN
“You are beneath me in ways you cannot fathom.” - Carved, Chapter III
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Writer Positivity Tag
As always, thank you @doublegoblin for the tag.
I am not good at being nice to myself so I appreciate the challenge.
What motivates you to write?
Well, I got tired of not being able to read the stories I wanted because they're stuck in my head. Then I found out that people think I have some sort of talent for it. So, I might as well write them myself and actually go through with it. Honestly, having the support system I have found is what motivates me to keep going.
A line/short snippet of your writing that you are most proud/happy of. If not maybe share a line of someone else's work you love (just please credit them)
Misery is a virus that soaks in through hidden places, laying a blanket of pain and suffering, until it spreads to others that try to fix it.
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This was taken out of one of the drafts for my second book in my vampire series. I'm not sure if it will go back in since I have changed the direction for the book a little. I hope you enjoy it all the same.
Which OC makes you smile every time you think/talk about them and what are they like?
Glen. 100%.
In one of my drafts I wrote a conversation where Victoria, the vampire that turned Glen and his dearest friend, is explaining his tendencies to another vampire in their kindred. I think she says it best:
"Glen flirts with anyone he thinks will be embarrassed, angry, or interested. He flirts with me in one sentence and then calls me mom in the other. Flirting means nothing to him, it’s just how he talks. Glen is one of those guys you just have to walk up to and tell him what you’re thinking, what you want, why and how. Otherwise he assumes the stupidest things possible because lord knows what that boy thinks about. "
What process of writing do you enjoy the most?
Adding little details that seem irrelevant. Steering my audience in one direction, keeping them focused on something important, when equally important things have been standing in the doorway and watching them the whole time. I have a friend who reads every writing prompt answer I publish and when it all clicks in his head, I can see it. I can see that my genius and my talent have merged into writing that is as enjoyable for someone to read as it is for me to write.
What part of writing do you think you are the best at? (Yes stroke your own ego it's okay)
I want it to be the "dun dun dun" at the end of a short story but I'm pretty sure I'm actually the best at describing whimsical and fantastical things.
What is something in the writeblr community is most enjoyable?
That there is absolutely someone out there that desperately wants to read your genre. Do you write fanfiction? Tons of people on writeblr will love your stuff. Disgusting grotesque horror that makes stomachs churn or bowels evacuate? Heck, send me your way. I'd love to read it. I love that we all care about each other and understand the struggle and just want to be there for each other.
A writing tool/device you use that helps you with writing? (It could be speech to text, a writing program etc)
Scrivener is so amazing for world building. It is just built for my brain when it comes to doing complex things like the lineage of an alien race across 5 star systems or categorizing which race belongs to which galactic organization. But it costs money and I couldn't buy it outright. I also hated writing my actual manuscript on it.
Now I just use Google docs.
A piece of worldbuilding that you like in your own story? (It could be the magic system, a particular place in the story, a law etc)
That demons and fair folk (fairies) only call themselves that because humans and vampires do. It's a little frustrating that they're not called by their correct "titles" since names hold such importance for all of them but there is little point in arguing with those who are not truly immortal.
I also love the history of vampirism in my story but since it plays heavily into the plot of all three books, I can't say anything without spoiling it.
What piece of advice would you say to encourage others to write if they are having a rough patch?
Your first draft holds the heart and soul of your WIP. Even if all you get out of it is the ambience you're wanting to put in your final story. Your second draft holds the heart, soul, and bones of your WIP. After that you're just adding muscles, tissue, and the good-looking bits to make it easier for someone else to look at. If it takes 3 drafts then it takes 3. If it takes 5038402 drafts then it takes that many.
Remember that you have seen the process of building a story from the soul outwards and sometimes that process is disheartening. It isn't you. It's because things can be a little ugly without the good-looking bits and, unfortunately, the good-looking bits are the hardest to add.
Tag some people whose works you love/have been your biggest supporters
@doublegoblin - makes me happy you tag me in so many games and I love your writing.
@veetvoojagigthemagnificent - will kill me if I don't put them here.
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Get to know your fic writer numbers: 2, 10, 16, 32, and 55
2. Do you plan each chapter ahead or write as you go?
I’m very firmly on the “planner” end of the “planner vs. pantser” spectrum. My multichapter fics all have an outline in a separate doc. It doesn’t have to be super detailed and I’ll also deviate from it if I notice that something isn’t working out as planned. But I do need to have a general idea on where the story is going, how it’s supposed to end and how I wanna get there, or I’ll give myself anxiety attacks. I actually wrote and published the first chapter of Hic sunt dracones without having a complete plot outline down and I nearly peed myself until I figured it out. 🤣
10. Cltr + f “blinks” on your WIP & copy paste the first sentence/paragraph that comes up
The kid is babbling excitedly, but Steve can't make out a word over the deafening roar of his own blood in his ears, needs to swallow and blink violently to focus.
16. How many fic ideas are you nurturing right now? Share one of them?
Besides Hic sunt dracones, I’m currently working on my fic for the Steddie Big Bang, which I obviously can’t talk about yet. 😏 Apart from that, my To Write list contains four ideas right now, which are in various stages of being fleshed out.
One of them is a modern AU in which Steve owns a restaurant and tries to seduce Eddie through food. Eddie, who thinks that putting grated cheese on top of your SpaghettiOs is haute cuisine. Or, alternatively: Steve soft doms Eddie into basic self care. (It would most probably be Eddie’s pov, which is a first for me, so I’m a bit nervous about it.)
32. Name three of your favorite fanfic writers.
That’s a tough one. There’s so many amazing fics by so many incredibly talented writers out there and I don’t get around to reading half as much as I wanna in the little free time I have. That being said …
Azriel Green's fame is well deserved. I’m pretty sure You’re Divine changed me on a spiritual level. I am always awed and humbled by how they use language to build scenes and atmosphere.
Ayes comes up with the most mindblowing AUs, their writing style is absolutely beautiful and the stunning art collaboration with itskleo is the cherry on top of the sundae, really.
Gorgeousgreymatter writes the most wonderful stuff at incredible speed and their smut is what I aspire to, honestly. They are also an incredibly cool person who I am proud and happy to be friends with. I legit died the first time they told me that they liked my writing. 😭
55. Of the characters you write for, which is your favorite? Has that choice been swayed at all by your followers/readers’ reactions to certain ones?
Listen, there’s a reason why I have churned out over 150,000 words worth of Steddie fanfic and (almost) all of it in the same pov. Steve Harrington is my little emotional support blorbo. I relate to him on so many levels. I too, am perpetually stressed and lowkey annoyed, as well as a chronic people pleaser who puts others before myself, so most of the time, his perspective comes real easy to me.
Apart from that, Robin Buckley is my spirit animal and I squeal every time somebody tells me that they like my take on her.
And, obviously, I'm beyond thrilled that ppl are liking my dragon!Eddie so much. 😏🐉
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Honestly going through my phone notes, I'm just going to post this because I'm proud of it and will likely never actually write the fic it belongs to.
A tidbit of my Hunter and Ezra after she lies to go see Aya in the jail:
"Ezra, it was a lie! All of it was a lie!" she exclaimed, tearing her eyes away from the spot where the teal colored magic sparked through the air. His eyes were glowing slightly. This was the first time she'd seen him lose even the smallest grip of control over his magic.
It might have been the first time ever, given the shock she registered churning underneath everything else storming in that emerald gaze.
She blew out a shuddering breath, trying to regain some composure herself, and continued, "Do you really believe I could truly side with him? After all this? Do you really believe I would turn my back on this weird little family we found here?" she asked and took a step closer. He didn't move away this time, and thank gods for that. If he still didn't trust her, she was pretty sure something inside her would've broken, "Do you really believe I would be able to do that to you?"
She stared at him, feeling the seconds drag by as she waited for him to answer. Finally, the witch sighed and shook his head no. She wanted to hear him say it...but it was enough for the heat of the moment.
"Ez, please," she murmured. Slowly, she took another step forward. Tentatively she reached out to him again, and when he didn't stop her, she wrapped her arms around him, pulling herself close and clutching at the back of his shirt. "I'd sooner rip my own heart out before even thinking about harming yours," she finished into his chest, "I could never..."
She felt him heave another breath, and a moment later his arms wrapped around her in return. A shudder wracked through his shoulders and he buried his head into the crook of her neck. "I know," he said softly.
She didn't comment on the wetness she felt against her skin, but damn did it burn her. "I know you wouldn't, but when Aster and Gus found me...when Gus, crying, begged me to make you see some sense I..." he paused, his breath warm against her neck as another small shudder ran through him, "I was so scared that was the last time I'd ever see you. Even in the best case scenario, that you were lying...going off with Harry? That was incredibly dangerous..."
"I know," she agreed. One hand ran up his back and neck and her fingers started combing through his curls. None of this was what she wanted when the idea struck her. "I know...but I had to. I thought Aster knew what I was doing, I thought she'd say something to Gus. I'm sorry, but I had to see for myself, I had to know Aya was still down there and get more out of what he was doing. It's my job and it's...it's what we owe them. Aster couldn't do it and Lia..."
She didn't want to bring that up now.
"Lia shouldn't. So I...I had to..."
"I know," Ezra said again. He pulled away from her enough to straight out some, and he looked down at her with such heartbreaking fondness, "Your senses of duty and responsibility are parts of what I love about you. But I have been so scared for you ever since that night you came to me after first seeing the beasts. And the circumstances have only gotten worse." He shook his head, "Celena, I meant it when I said I can't imagine my life without you."
"I'm sorry. After this is over, you'll never have to worry about it again, I swear," she promised. Her other hand moved to cup his cheek, swiping at the tears rolling down, "I never want to make you cry again."
He matched her movements, his own warm hand coming up to cradle her face and brush away a few tears she didn't even realize had escaped, "We've both cried way too much since you came to Lunaris. I look forward to fixing that."
She hummed in agreement and turned to press a kiss to his palm, "At least it means something is real here. It wouldn't hurt so much otherwise."
Despite himself, Ezra laughed, and she smiled softly at the sound, glad to have gotten that out of him. "That's true," he agreed and softened the longer he looked at her, "Crazy as I may be, I meant it when I said I loved you."
"Crazy as I may be, I meant it when I said I loved you too," she returned.
She met him halfway when he leaned down, pressing their lips together in a sweet kiss, and she finally felt a bit of that nervous energy unfurl and release from her gut. It was over far too soon though, and the only reason she didn't complain was because he pressed his forehead to hers, still keeping his warmth and presence mere inches from her.
"I'm glad you're okay, Lena," he whispered in the infinitesimal space between them.
"I'm glad we're okay," she said, just as quiet, "If I lost you tonight on top of everything else...I don't know what I would've done."
"Right..." he muttered. His eyes lowered in guilt and she didn't have a chance to soothe it before he was pulling her back against him in a crushing hug, "Everything you heard and saw tonight..."
Celena shook her head against him, "It was awful..."
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rambling...
i know animators don't get paid enough to care.
sometimes i find myself wishing my hero looked like demon slayer or like damn have you guys seen how PRETTY chainsaw man is??
but i know, we're getting a good product anyways, with scenes sprinkled in that i'm sure that the animators are proud of. Not to mention the voice acting and soundtracks that separates the anime from the manga.
it's a shame the anime industry has to churn out these animes so quickly. Trying to ride a wave of popularity before it dissipates. I think my hero is past that. 2016 came and went. 2018 came and went. It could afford to slow down.
It would lose some viewers, but those who stay would care a lot about the project.
I'm sure whoever's in charge of producing the anime thinks differently though. What matters is making money, and that's a shame.
I'm nitpicky about things, and maybe that's too why I'm bringing this up.
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I was tagged by @elirandom with the following:
When you get this, reply with your five favorite fics that you’ve written, then pass on to at least five other writers.
(I think this was originally an ask, but I was tagged via post.)
Tagging: @gement , @lizziemack , @femmenerdy , @svgurl410 , @squishychickies . Or anyone who wants to do this.
This was actually...a little hard, but I’ll try. In no particular order, but all one-shots:
A Straight Line and Clarity Smallville Clark Kent/Lex Luthor, M, season 6 - One of the least popular works I ever wrote in that fandom, but one of my personal favorites. It’s more of a mood piece than anything - and that mood is angst because season six - but I’m still kind of proud of some of the lines in it.
Once He Had Believed DCU (Comics) Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne, E, Millerverse (Earth-31) - I was obsessed with Millerverse (Frank Miller’s Batman) for a few months. Like obsessed, and not in a good way. Fandom even had an intervention for me. It wasn’t pretty. But during that time, I churned out a few fics. To this day, I think I’m the only person who’s written Millerverse more than once. What a claim to not-fame! Anyway, this was by far my favorite of those. Set two years prior to The Dark Knight Returns.
Once He Pursued DCU (Comics) Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne, Bruce Wayne/Selina Kyle, Clark Kent/Lois Lane, Selina Kyle/Lois Lane, Clark Kent/Selina Kyle/Lois Lane/Bruce Wayne, E, Golden Age (Earth-2) Future Fic (set 1958) - I just really wanted to read a post-Golden Age fic of this OT4. And rule 34 did not provide. So I had to write it myself. Turned out much angstier than I originally intended. But angst is my favorite flavor, so 🤷♀️. Plus I really did a ton of research for this one.
Let Us Shut Up the Box and the Puppets DCU (Comics) Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne, M (for graphic depictions of injury and disability) - This one was a bit personal for me. What if Superman was injured and never recovered?
His Body A Boat Angel: The Series Spike/Angel, M - This was my breakout fic from my first fandom (BtVS/AtS). I’d mostly written only drabbles up to this point. Y’all, y’all, a drabble is 100 words exactly. I have many hills, but this one I will arm wrestle you on. So I decided to write a short story composed entirely of drabbles. AO3 says this is 1215 words. Lies! It’s 1200 exactly.
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👀/😊/🔥
👀 - What's an idea for a fic you've had but never did anything with?
Oh lord, I have notebooks and word documents overflowing with ideas I've done nothing with. Many of them consist of various different ways for Sirius to end up reuniting with his family, in favourable circumstances or otherwise, but there are a few childhood and Hogwarts one-shot ideas hidden in there as well. One day I might actually write some of them.
😊 - The fic that you're most proud of?
Probably An Education. It was one of my earliest stories that I churned out one evening in a hotel room in Edinburgh and, not to blow my own horn, but I honestly think I did a pretty okay job of portraying an eleven-year-old Sirius as a realistic product of his upbringing. I wanted to suggest a potential first moment that Sirius realises that what he's been taught might not actually be universally accepted, and when I read that story back I still think I did an okay job of it.
🔥 - Hottest fic you've written?
Lol have I written anything even lukewarm? I don't regard myself as any good as a romantic writer, which is probably why Orion and Walburga are the only couple I've written about. They're that repressed that a peck on the cheek could send a reader swooning 😂
Thanks for the ask!
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