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ctrlchar · 2 months
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HIII can you do something like were your giving Johnnie head while he’s playing video games with his friends or streaming on twitch or filming a video and he’s trying so hard not to moan and he gets so fed up he fucks you or something idk 🗣️👍
giving Johnnie head under his desk headcannons
a/n: I loveeee this idea sm thank you for the request!!
cw: kinda public? it’s through a screen but you get the point,somewhat rough,
he’d be sooo pissed off but at the same time he’d love it sm
it would be whenever he’s live,leaving you to your own thoughts as he played a series of games with his friends on twitch
every once and while whenever he got a break from the game he would talk to you and give you a little kiss if you were still in the room with him
of course this wasn’t enough
you had considered humping his pillow on his bed but you figured it might be too obvious if he repeatedly been looking over at his bed
eventually Johnnie had decided to pull away from his chair to go and grab him a water bottle which was on his desk
seeing this window of opportunity, you crept under his desk sitting on your knees as he gave you a confused look which was just barely out of frame of the camera
you began to unbuckle his pants,making it abundantly clear as to what your intentions were
you took his for now soft cock out of the restraints of Johnnie’s jeans and began to slowly stroke it
Johnnie on the other hand was trying to put all his attention on the game which had just begun a new round rather then the sensation between his legs
you had begun to take the tip into your mouth,his hips bucking up slightly which to anyone watching looked like he had just been readjusting in his seat
every time you would take more of him into your mouth he would curse out a profane word with a “cough” at the end
to the viewers it looked as if he had simply gotten pissed off at his game but to you that was obviously not the case
his knuckles were turning white from how hard he was gripping his mouse to keep his composure
your tounge danced against the underside of his cock driving him absolutely batshit insane
after a couple more minutes of you teasing his cock his friends conveniently decided they had played enough games for the night and decided to end their streams making Johnnie follow suit
“alright guys” he says his voice cracking a bit at the end “i’ll see you all later” he says before quickly ending the stream
as soon as he ends the stream you remove your mouth from his cock going back to slowly stroking it
you giggle softly and look up at him as he runs his hand through his hair before he pulls himself from behind his desk
“what the fuck was that” he asks seeming upset however you both knew he wasn’t genuinely upset at all
however he was to a degree pissed
“i was bored” you pout “and you wouldn’t give me any attention”
i mean all you wanted was his attention so that’s exactly what you got
he proceeded to bend you over his bed using the spit off of his cock mixed with your own slick as lube as he pushed himself deep inside you bottoming out in one push
“tryna get me fuckin’ caught up huh?” he says thrusting into you at a even faster rate then before,the obscene sound of his hips meeting yours filling the room
“thinkin’ you can tease me and get away with it” he grunts out to which you whine due to all the pleasure coursing through your body
you couldn’t even form sentences because of how good he was making you feel. all you could do was moan out a string of apologies as his hands move to your hips
“i don’t think you’re really sorry” he admits “if you were sorry you wouldn’t be creaming all over my fucking dick” he says punctuating the last two words with a thrust.
looking down to see what he was talking about you noticed the white ring that had formed around the base of his cock
he begins to slow down his thrusts giving you a minute to talk before going back to his relentless pace
“mhm I promise m’ sorry” is all you could cry out with tears forming at your eyes
his ring clad hands grip onto your hips which was sure to leave bruises the next day but you didn’t care
if anything you wanted him to leave bruises you wanted to have a constant reminder of just how good Johnnie fucks you
mutually, he wanted the bruises to stay as a reminder to not tease him like that again
his grunts turn into moans as he approaches his long awaited orgasm
he could tell you were getting close as well from the way your back was arching off the bed to the way your moans picked up and got even higher then before
with his tone softening up he moves one of his hands to your hair petting it softly “come on baby cum for me” which was all you needed to hear
your nails scratched down his back as you came hard,almost on the verge of shaking had Johnnie not been holding onto you
with a couple more thrusts Johnnie had came inside you,as he slowly pulled out watching his cum drip out of you
after a couple minutes of you guys laying together on his bed you look up at him from where you had been laying on his chest
“you’re not actually mad are you?” you ask looking up at him
his face softens “of course not baby” he says leaving a light kiss on your head as he held you close in his arms
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vivwritesfics · 1 month
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You could do the cowboy hat rule but with Carlos and his "full latino mod", the video of him riding the bull aishoansk maybe the two of you went to this bar and take his hat before ridin the bull and idk
or max, I've seen this edit with this hat (https://vm.tiktok.com/ZM63RyFvU/) I picture him more like a cowboy being like a southern gentleman and he puts his hat in your head
idk idk I give you this two ideas now I kinda want to read both of them (obviously smut)
🧚🏻‍♀️🧚🏻‍♀️🧚🏻‍♀️🧚🏻‍♀️
okay i may do the max one but im in a bit of a carlos mood rn - sounds like you want max to be an actual cowboy (so cowboy au) so pls send this in when the inbox reopens (it might be open by the time this comes out)
warnings: smut
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She knew the rule before she did it. Maybe that was why she had done it. The hat was on his head when he came to stand beside her at the bar as she ordered his drink. All he had to do was smile at her and she took his hat from his head, placing it on her own.
Whether he knew the rule, it was unclear. But he smirked at her as they left the bar, drinks in hand.
They spoke, but it was more flirting. Every sentence could have been punctuated with a flirty wink or a dirty raise of the eyebrows. Carlos licked his lips. Goddamn, he wanted to take this girl home.
Her eyes moved to the bucking bronco. A girl currently sat on it, trying her best to ride it, but it wheeled around and she was sent to the floor.
"I dare you," she whispered and kissed the base of his ear.
Carlos couldn't say no to that. He took his hat from her head and placed it on his own, giving her a wink as he did so. He passed her his drink and she looked after it as he headed over to the bucking bronco.
It was quite a sight, the way he swung his leg over the back of the bucking bronco and grabbed the bit of rope that would keep him secure. When it started moving, slowly at first, he sat tall, doing all he could to stay up.
It was easy at first. The bucking bronco was slow, not a challenge for a Formula One driver. But then it sped up. Carlos pulled his hat from his head and held it out, somehow trying to balance himself. But it didn't do much. His moved his body to keep him upright, countering the ways the bucking bronco was moving.
Before long he was on the ground.
Her turn.
Carlos couldn't take his eyes off of her as she swung her leg over the bucking bronco and took her seat. Her tongue moved over her teeth in a teasing way as the mechanical bull began moving.
It looked so easy for her. Holy fuck, Carlos needed something to cover himself. The way her hips were moving, riding the bull. Well, he'd never been jealous of machinery before.
She stayed on for longer than he did. After she was done she returned to Carlos's side and took his drink from him.
Fuck, he needed to get her back to his hotel room.
His hand was on her back as he led her to his hotel room. "I want to fuck you in the cowboy hat," he whispered in her ear as they entered the elevator.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him towards her. "Let me ride you like a cowgirl," she said and kissed the space beneath his ear.
As soon as they were in his hotel room, he lifted her up, his hands on her ass as she kissed him. Carlos had an aura of control, but that wasn't the case. She was in complete control.
Carlos took her into the bedroom as she controlled the pace of their kissing. Her tongue was in his mouth as he sat on the end of the bed. Pulling away from him, she moved against him, her hips moving expertly. It was so close to how she was riding the bull.
He wasted no time in getting her clothes on the floor until the only thing she was wearing was the cowboy hat. She looked at him from beneath the brim of the hat and Carlos took his own clothes off, discarding them.
She wasted no time and climbed back on top of him. Carlos held her hips as she sank down onto his length, her breath hitching. "Fuck," she cried, her eyes squeezed shut.
Carlos laid back as she began moving, her hands against his chest.
She rode him like a fucking cowgirl.
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corazondebeskar-reads · 5 months
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Kinktober Day 21 - Hair Pulling/Masturbation (Joel Miller)
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to know that you're mine
Jackson!Joel Miller x f!reader
a/n: so this was originally on my list as anonymous sex with Din Djarin, but I got bit by the sub!Joel bug. shortest thing so far this month since I was just giving it a try.
Word Count: 732
Summary: Joel Miller is a pussy eating king with a praise kink. That's it, that's the fic.
Warnings: d/s undertones, sub!Joel Miller if you squint, they’re exploring their dynamics okay?, use of ma'am, oral (f receiving), masturbation (m-self), this is so soft idk what's gotten into me, praise kink, cuddling
Inspired by the Kinktober prompts from @absurdthirst
also on ao3
Joel’s on his knees on the ugly yellow carpet of your bedroom. He’s still dressed, but his boots are dutifully lined up at the door. He had come home riled up about something or other, not that he bothered to tell you first. He had scooped you up from the couch and carried you to the bed, depositing you at the end and making quick work of your pants and panties.
He certainly doesn’t seem to be willing to talk about it soon. His face is buried in your pussy, now, troubles of the day easing with each moan he drags from you.
Your hand tangles in his hair and pulls, hips rising to meet his eager mouth. When you tug, he moans against your cunt. You’re bucking uncontrollably now, torn between wanting to cum and wanting to drag it out for the exquisite ache.
He makes the decision for you, though not on purpose. You finally hear it over the wet sounds of his worship. The hand balancing him against the bed has shifted down, and he’s working away with sharp, abrupt tugs on his cock.
You cum so hard you black out for a moment, and he swears, grinning in the filth.
“F-fuck, baby, are you getting yourself off?”
Joel blushes. “S’that fine? I won’t cum, I’ll wait so I can still fuck you.”
“Is that fine?” you say. “Of course, it’s fine. It’s so fucking hot. You like eating my cunt so much you can’t help yourself?”
He looks away.
“No, baby, please. I love it. I want you to get off, please.”
He ducks back down to suck on your clit, and the distraction works. It’s a few moments before you realize he’s got both hands back on you.
You tug on his hair again, yanking him away.
He groans a protest but stops when he sees the way you’re watching him, something fond but hungry.
“Baby. I said I want you to touch yourself for me,” you say.
“Yes, ma’am,” he drawls. It plays casual, but you know he sees the way your cunt clenches around nothing at his words.
He spits in his hand and starts slowly stroking himself, before using his other hand to part you and lick inside.
You scratch your nails over his scalp before clutching again when he pushes two fingers into you and laps at your clit.
“Oh, fuck, baby,” you moan. “You look so fuckin' good down there.”
You’re not sure if he hears you. He’s pumping his cock in time with the strokes of his fingers, and when he peers up at you, his eyes are glazed over.
“You want to cum like that, or do you want to fuck me?” you ask.
“Please,” he says into your cunt, barely stopping to answer.
“Please what, baby?” You run your fingers through his hair.
“Don’t make me stop, please.”
The words alone might have brought you over the edge, but he punctuates the sentence by sticking his tongue in alongside his fingers, and you cum. You accidentally pull hard on his hair, but he whimpers and pushes in deeper, the bridge of his nose against your clit, and it sets you off into a smooth, rolling second orgasm.
“C’mon baby,” you croon. “Cum for me.”
And he does. He half-suffocates himself, sucking on your clit as he spills all over his hand and the end of the bed. You cum again, hard, and pull him into you, trapped in place by your legs.
You tug again until he looks up at you, panting, soaked in you. “Get up here.”
He climbs up, and you grab for his hand, licking him clean.
He shudders, watching with parted lips. He looks dazed and peaceful, brow lax, shoulders slumped. You suspect that if he wasn't so tired, there might have been a round two.
He lets you shuffle him around so he's lying down, his head on your tits. You run one hand through his hair and rub the other up and down his spine.
“Joel,” you murmur after a few minutes.
His eyes are closed, but he hums in acknowledgment.
“Thank you, baby.” You press a kiss to the top of his head, and he lurches up to kiss you back, cupping your cheek in one hand.
He pulls away, and his lip quirks up in one corner. “No, thank you, ma’am.”
*title from "#1 Crush" by Garbage
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harrisonbrainrot · 3 months
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Modern!Han SFW Alphabet
My asks are fucked up for some reason idk wtf is happening. This was also requested.
A C H M N P
A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)
It takes a little bit, but Han is very affectionate. It's quiet affection. He wants to press a kiss to your forehead, hold you close while you're at a bonfire party, he wants his hand in your back pocket while you drag him around stores. He wants to hold your hand while he drives or keep his on your thigh.
A common occurrence is talking to your friends at the bar and glancing over to see Han leaning on a pool cue, watching you with a crooked smile. He'll take that as a sign to approach you, dropping his arm over your shoulder, his forehead pressing to the side of your head. "What're we talkin' 'bout, babes?" punctuated with a kiss to your temple.
C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)
He can be incredibly clingy, he wants you clingy. He wants you all over him, always. On his lap, curled into his chest, your head under his chin. He wants your head on his thigh while you read a book, his fingers threading through your hair. He loves to spoon on the couch, the rough, plaid fabric a stark contrast to your soft and sweet skin. He'll pepper you with kisses and read an owner's manual to some old car he just bought. It puts you right to sleep, you try to follow along but his voice lulls you regardless. He'll snuggle into the back of your neck as you sleep, whispering sweet words you won't hear. Little things like "I love ya, baby.. Thanks for puttin' up with my ass. 'Preciate ya."
H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)
He's a bear hug kinda guy, his arms wrapped around you as he stands straight. He'll pick you right off the ground. He might even spin you around if he's feeling frisky. Rough claps on the back. He's always conscientious of you though, never too rough, always worried about you. "Didnt hurt ya, babygirl? You're tough, c'mere."
M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)
LAZY MORNINGS. Lazy with golden sunlight through old, vintage curtains lighting up the orange, browns, and yellows of his kitchen. The sun moving across his tile as you pour him coffee and juice, pancakes and eggs cooking and nearly burning. He's distracting, standing behind you in those shitty old flannel pants, his bare chest pressed warm and firm to your back. His hands roam, his lips seek out your smooth skin, mapping a new path each morning. That raspy voice humming as his hands grab your ass. He rubs his scruff on your neck and shoulder like a content cat, nearly purring when you reach up to rake your hands through his hair.
N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)
Slow nights. Dinner can either be a team effort, a frozen meal, or take out. Honestly, it's a toss up. He's a grill master. He usually grills Friday nights, has a few brewskis, maybe watches some bullshit sport or bad movie. Usually gets stoned as shit. That's not unusual, he typically smokes as soon as he gets home from work. He takes a dad nap on the couch midway through the afternoon and is fairly drowsy for the rest of the evening. You usually have to shake him awake three quarters of the way through the movie, having to drag his ass to bed. He'll cuddle the FUCK out of you. He's a space heater. He's so warm, it's almost too much on summer nights.
P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)
He can be pretty sassy. He has a temper, he usually matches energy. If he's feeling a but of attitude from you, he will match that attitude. He can get kind of mean, but the longer you're together, the more he catches himself and grows as an individual. You don't need to coddle him for that. He learns on his own, he's actually fairly self aware. He's self aware of being an asshole. But for you? Huge softie. He's stubborn. You cannot tell him what to do or how to do it. Even if he's wrong, he won't admit it until after he's been proven wrong. He might be mildly quick to anger but he gets over it quick. Let him stomp off and he'll figure it out. He gets over it and comes back like a dog, tail tucked. Puppy dog eyes. "Can my babygirl forgive her daddy?" Ugh, yeah, you can.
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nicki0kaye · 8 months
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you.
@mymblesbuir, you get it
that bitch was so ready to die. it was pure chance he was able to escape, and like. Obviously he does create a plan on the fly, but I think that shit was him moving on instinct. And even then, it was a CRAPSHOOT that the Ghost would catch his escape pod at all.
and there was no plan beyond that.
he barely integrates into the rebellion, is still talking like a bond villain, idk maybe its just how I see him, but the man is not adjusting. Not in how he speaks or carries himself, and that has to be a choice for such a calculating person. I do think there's an aspect of he just can't turn it off, but I also think that he just straight up doesn't know what he'd do if he DID. Like...he has no idea what to do with himself. He is consciously out of place, in part because he never thought he'd get out. I don't know if he still believes he should be out beyond, like, having no choice and also being a genuine asset for the rebellion.
idk, its just something I love to think about, how out of place he is and how conscious he must be of that fact and how much of it is his choice to remain so obviously Imperial-in-Rebel-Clothing. How much does the dissonance bother him? Is he doing it to keep ppl at a distance? Is he playing to ppls expectations or his own? Is he genuinely so focused on work that he doesn't care to loosen up or is he using work as an excuse to avoid having to rebuild outside the strict but known social parameters of the Empire?
is he genuinely comfortable in his own skin, or is it just the skin he's worn for so long, he can't trust what he might find underneath? There's so much more going on, after all. Him 'finding' himself is such a low fuckin priority.
I got to explore that a bit in my 'Meet the In-Laws' Kalluzeb fic for those curious. The context is he's met with his older brother, Tuz, who is giving him flack for covering his tattoos and keeping up a fake accent. Tuz insists it's because Alex was ashamed of his family. Alex goes off;
"I was an Imperial spy who had defected to the Rebellion," Alex hisses. He can hear his own voice going pitchy from stress, from the strain of keeping it lowered and this private conversation private, but he has to explain, or more accurately, he couldn't stop himself from explaining, now, if he tried. It just has to come out. Tuz has no idea what wound he's prodding at– (Would Zeb? No, Alex has never told him, not in so many words. He's never told anyone.) "I was under constant scrutiny after–after nearly two decades of pretending to be a model example of the Empire's–of humanity's superiority, hunting down and snuffing out any descent! Do you know what would have happened if I suddenly dropped that act? Hmm? After switching sides? When everyone around me was scrutinizing my every move, because they either suspected or were out right certain I was some triple agent? Still bowing and scraping for the Emperor behind closed doors? All the grace I'd earned would have gone up in smoke, that's what. Wasted on something as juvenile as ego." Blood now pounding in his ears, Alex starts punctuating each declaration with a rough stab at the table. "They needed to trust me. I needed them to trust me so I could do my job! Yes, I hid my tattoos, because I didn't have time to waste, explaining how I got them and whether they were authentic. I didn't start talking like I used to because it didn't matter, and it would have only distracted from the karking war." He cuts himself off, there. Swallows down around the rest–how isolating it was, how claustrophobic it felt at times, how maddening the contradiction of it was, that he was free and still, voluntarily trapped in his Imperial costume. How he had so many selfish reasons for leaving the Empire and near all of them were set aside for the sake of the Rebellion, and that it ate at him– –that it eats at him still, 8 standard months out and still stuck in his ways, afraid of upsetting the tentative balance he's found with Zeb in their new home. It's choking him slowly, and still he clings to what he knows, falls back on the bad habits and the lies, continues to make excuses for why it just isn't 'the right time' to begin his soul searching, to find who he 'really' is. (When is he going to admit to Garazeb how afraid he is that there's nothing under the costume to find?)
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theawfuledges · 2 years
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So idk how long it’s been since you got one of these, but I stumbled on your Smaug writings and I have a soft concept as a result now... been getting emotional in this Chillis tonight. One is Smaug somehow living through losing all his hoard, and reader is the only bit of his ‘treasure’ he has left. The other is Smaug telling reader to take their pick of his hoard, and keep what they most like. They sit on his hand/paw/wing. Their fave thing is him. *fades into the bushes of the night*
apologies for taking so long with this! it’s been ages since i wrote for smaug but i hope i did him justice :)
(also heads up: this is the first time i’ve attempted smut with a gender neutral reader, so please let me know if i bungled it in any way)
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The cavern is dark when you arrive, your firelight sputtering pitifully in its circle of stones. You drop your bow and burden by the entrance, wiping the sweat and rainwater from your brow, and hurry to coax the flame back to life.
Your charge slumbers on, his body curled within the confines of the cavern’s jagged walls. You watch his sleep, the way the firelight glances off of his scales, and take a moment just to breathe.
His color was returning, his once ashen scales beginning to take on shades of crimson and amber. Where once his breaths had been short and labored, they were now low and deep, and smoke had taken to spewing from his nostrils in slumber.
The scar on his breast where Bard’s arrow had burrowed deep would remain, blackened cracks spidering across a circle of torn and broken scales, but he would heal. He would heal.
Your chest lightens at the thought, and you find yourself drawing in a single, shaky breath. You had not realized how heavy the threat of his death had weighed upon you until it was removed.
“You are troubled.”
You meet the dragon’s eyes, and though they remain clouded from slumber and remnants of pain, you are consumed in them.
“Merely fatigued,” you tell him, approaching his great head to lay your hand upon his cheek. His scales are smooth beneath your palm, their heat seeping into your skin and chasing away the chill of the rain. “How do you fare?”
A plume of smoke spews from Smaug’s nostrils. “Merely fatigued,” he returns in kind, his deep voice rumbling through your body like a thunderclap. His lips curl about his teeth; they glint in the firelight. “And weary of it.”
“Your strength will return.” You know it claws at him, that the great and mighty Smaug should be reduced to this: pained, tired. Hiding.
And yet what would his enemies think, if they were to see him like this? Find him, like this?
His death would be assured then. Of that you have no doubt.
“It troubles you,” Smaug rumbles. “The prospect of my demise.”
“It troubles me.” There is no need to deny it. Your actions have betrayed your devotion more than your words ever could. Your hand trembles against Smaug’s flame-warmed scales. You had seen the arrow pierce his flesh; you had seen him fall. “It troubles me greatly.”
Smaug’s great eye pierces through you, amber burning gold in the firelight. “Remove your sodden clothes,” he tells you, and though it is a shade of its former might, besieged by the pain of his wound and the blow to his pride, the dragon’s voice still carries the authority of a King. A King without a throne, a King without gold, but a King nonetheless.
“But you should feast - “ you protest, gesturing to the deer you’d felled and left at the entrance to the cave.
“My sustenance can wait.” Smaug’s voice is little but a growl, and though the rainwater seeps through your clothes and chills your skin, your belly fills with warmth at the timbre of his words.
You do as he commands, your breath and his punctuated by the shifting of cloth as you rid yourself of your sodden garments, spreading them by the fire to dry until you’re bereft of all but your skin.
Smaug’s fierce, dark eye watches you with the same attentive longing he had once bestowed upon his hoard of treasure, and it warms you through more thoroughly than any fire ever could.
“You gaze upon me like you would a trinket you favor,” you tell him, your skin prickling beneath his sweeping stare.
“Does it frighten you, to curry my favor?” Smaug’s teeth catch the light of the fire, his scales burning crimson. His scent - earth and fire and the cold of precious metals - fills your lungs with each breath. “Or is it the lack of fear that rends your breath?” His head lifts from the cold cavern floor, easing toward you. “Quickens your heartbeat?” The scales along his nose touch your skin. “Sweetens your scent?”
Your heart is a rabbit set loose from a snare, racing about your chest until your ears are pounding with its beat. “I am not frightened,” you murmur, though your hands tremble as they rove across Smaug’s crimson scales. There is so much of him, so much to him. He fills the cavern, fills your breath, your head, your heart, and oh, you ache.
Throughout your chest, within your belly, between your legs - you ache.
“Show me.” The command is spoken lowly against your belly. Short. Sharp.
Your breath is a sodden gasp long before your hand has slipped between your thighs, your cheek pillowed on a bed of Smaug’s smooth, warm scales. His tail lashes about the cavern floor as you writhe against him, fingers working upon your sex in all the ways that bring you pleasure.
“Such a treasure you are,” the great dragon coaxes, his own breath running hot and the fire burning deep within his belly. “My finest jewel, my prize.” His voice lowers to a fierce, throaty growl, and you sob against his scales, your body bowing beneath the weight of your own pleasure, weakened by months of worry, pain and fear, and so much heat.
“You are mine.” His voice consumes you, lashing tongues of fire down the length of your spine, and it is on the cusp of his declaration that you reach your peak.
Your release steals your breath, turning your voice to little but a wet sob. You cling to Smaug, your legs aching as the strength seeps from your limbs, and yet your voice, when you finally find it, is strong.
“And you are mine.”
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mcwentfandomtraveling · 5 months
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The Iron Scorpions as Told by Ashiya
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Quick a/n : So I felt like writing a very short fic for The Devil is a Part-timer fandom because a) I love it and b) there aren't a whole lot of fics for this fandom compared to others and c) especially Alciel/Ashiya doesn't have nearly as many fics...so...since this has been tugging at my heart for quite a while now I decided it needs to exist on my blog...anyways! Still anxious and depressed so please no constructive criticism yet! I know better then anyone that it's absolutely ass...it has mistakes...the formatting is off...the punctuation is horribly awful...but I'm just so not in a place yet mentally to do better...so please go easy on me! I really am not doing good with this kind of stuff atm. Anyways, my main sources for Hataraku Maou-sama/The Devil is a Part-timer are the anime and the manga since I don't have access to the light novel, but Ashiya to me is one big question mark ever since hearing what type of demon he is...and I'm just making my own personal headcanons and stuff that I'm adding to this fic about the Iron Scorpion clan or sometimes demons in general...so this is just my ideas and interpretations mixed with the canon material...hope that's alright!
Also I'm not specifying the gender of the reader and using they/them, and there's lots of my personal ideas for the Iron Scorpian clan...Anywho...
Warnings and just stuff to know/literary ingredients that make up this fic : Talks polyamory, demon mating cycles, marking mates, Y/n has a sort of "bouncy" personality idk it just what happened..alright 😅, Ashiya might seem OOC to some people but this is just how I picture him, anyways the fic is not inherently sexual...it just talks about mating, weird demonic scorpian demon anatomy, no beta (obviously), again tons of mistakes...I am aware of them, I'm just to tired and depressed to fix them, so kindly just ignore them to the best of your ability!
You have now been informed!
Fic is under the cut!
The Iron Scorpions as Told by Ashiya
The distant city sounds created a calming hum of white noise while Ashiya washed the dishes in the tranquility of the evening light's glow.
"Y/n" he said catching thier attention.
"Yeah" they responded stretching thier arms upwards as they sat at the table in the center of the room.
"It's quite nice having just the two of us in here" he remarked having a gentle smile on his face.
Y/n hums a "Mmm" in delight.
Ashiya smiles as he dries his hands on a towel, now having finished washing the dishes.
He sits down beside them as they lean thier head onto his shoulder, he smiles fondly at thier display of affection.
"You've been awfully quiet, what's on your mind" he asks, enjoying his lover's company.
Y/n gently wraps thier arms around his arm, as they continued to have thier head on his shoulder.
They quickly nuzzle his neck causing him to laugh a bit in surprise.
"Honestly, you..." he replies laughing softly.
Y/n hums in delight having accomplished the task of hearing thier beloved's laugh.
Ashiya looks at them smiling at the affectionate touch of his partner "Alright, what in particular is making you so desperate for my touch today?" He inquired smiling softly.
Y/n smiled and let go of his arm choosing instead to fall onto his lap dramatically.
They looked up at him feeling a bit embarrassed but decided to talk nonetheless.
"Well I couldn't help but wonder about you...I've only gotten to know you in your human form...but well...you're a demon...so I don't know you as much as I should, so I wanna know more about you...Alciel".
Ashiya's eyes widened in surprise, it felt nice hearing the name he grew up with since childhood come from thier lips.
His own lips softly hummed in delight, thinking about what he might say about himself before looking back awkwardly and coming up short of any ideas on where to start.
Y/n laughed softly.
"Mind if I ask some questions then?" They asked.
Ashiya nodded softly at the suggestion as he waited eagerly wondering what they want to ask.
Y/n took a deep breath and looked up at Ashiya.
"Well, I know you're from the Iron Scorpion clan and I know Maou unified the demon realm, but...I genuinely know nothing about you as a demon or your clan..." they said awkwardly.
Ashiya smiled and looked up feeling a nostalgic warmth of memories.
"Well...what in particular would you like to know about my clan?" He asked.
Y/n blushed awkwardly.
"Well for starters...you're called the Iron Scorpions, does that mean you guys have your own venom? And like a stinger?" They asked.
Ashiya smiled.
"Yes, we're called Iron Scorpions for a reason, we do in fact have venomous stingers, however they are our last means of defense...we typically try to defend ourselves with our own combat skills because our stingers are our last line of defense, if our tails are cut off then...well either we'll be rendered handicapped for life or it might kill us...so we try to be cautious".
Y/n smiled and noded, "So what happens if someone accidentally happens to trip and injure themselves on your stinger?"
Ashiya smiled, "Well our clan, I'd say we're quite good at alchemical medicines surrounding venom and poions in the demon realm, especially to cure our own venom when we sting someone by accident which rarely happens since we can control when we release venom, however accidents happen, unfortunately my knowledge of poisons and venom does not translate into pharmacology or any kind job here for that matter in Japan, mainly because we have very different elements and ingredients in our world, back in Ente Isla that is, a lot of the same too, but also different things which came as a result of having magic in our world when this one does not".
Y/n nodded, feeling excited learning about Ashiya to which he laughed happily at thier enthusiasm.
He looked back at them and said "Anything else you wanted to know?"
Y/n hugged Ashiya in delight unsure how to contain thier happiness.
"Yes please" they said, as they suddenly blushed.
Ashiya looked intrigued at this reaction.
"Oh, may I hear the question my love?" He asked.
They continue to blush as they look away awkwardly, "Um...do Iron Scorpions have a mating season?" They finally ask.
Ashiya laughs finding thier awkwardness endearing, "Yes, we have a mating season, typically in warmer months, but that doesn't have much bearing on me in human form, however if you're interested in experiencing a demon mating season and mating with me in demon form then I wouldn't be against it, we're already together afterall".
Y/n nods and asks "what does mating season include?"
He smiles and says "Well, typically the smell of pheromones gets us...in the mood...and I can assure you, your pheromones smell enchanting my love. In our clan we mainly start out making the mood right for our mates...like how you humans like to wine and dine your dates before sleeping with them, we Iron Scorpions like taking our mates dancing, then once the mood is right we'd take them back and sleep with them, now what you're most interested in is the actual mating process, correct?"
Y/n blushes and nods thier head up and down enthusiastically in response.
Ashiya laughs at thier reaction, "Well, alright then!like most demons we like claiming our mates! We can control the release or retention of our venom...so we end up stinging our mates to have our marks and scents cover them for others to know who they belong to, without our venom being used in the sting of course, and we also use our tails to restrain our mates, and our black scales vibrate when we churr, now remember that we're covered in black scales on most of our bodies! Now as for penetrative sex, well Iron Scorpions have a demonic version of a cloaca, it's similar but different then ones you've heard about, we can have penises and we can also have vaginas, so Iron Scorpions chose how they identify whenever they get an idea, all of us can impregnate and be impregnated, that's just how we are" Ashiya explains.
Y/n blushes and buries thier face into his shirt quickly as he gently holds them close.
"Was there anything else you wanted to know?" Ashiya asks as he gently rubs thier back soothingly.
Y/n regains some of thier composure to talk again, "Um, well...I heard that unlike how in humans monogamy is the norm, within most demon clans its normal to have many mates, is that true?" She asks.
Ashiya smiles and nods.
"Yes, it is! good job on learning that Y/n, it is true" he says.
Y/n smiles, "So...you know how we both also like Rika? Mind if we both confess to her and both be mates?" They ask.
Ashiya smiles affectionately.
"I'm very glad you're willing! Absolutely!" He said.
Y/n quickly cuddles him affectionately and nuzzles his neck again.
Ashiya laughs happily, "My my! You're quite cute my love".
Y/n hums in delight then speaks up again.
"Hey Ashiya, thanks for telling me more about you" they say.
He smiles, "absolutely my love, I'm glad I got the opportunity".
He hugs them and tightens his grip tightens slightly at the joyous feeling of having his lover close, he smiles and says "Now instead of explaining courtship and nesting, I'll let you experience it with the time we spend".
Y/n smiles, "I can't wait" they say and they stay happily in thier lover's embrace.
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Ok..I've been thinking about making this for a while so... trigger warnings...I guess
If you do not want to listen about colombine then don't read this so if you don't like any of the stuff related to that then... please go away
If you do want to listen to this and you..... really like the two guys who did it like.....really like them...then also don't read this because it's just me yelling about how I don't like them
And finally 3....there is no grammar or punctuation and I don't wanna put it so without further adieu
MY THOUGHTS ABOUT ERIC HARRIS AND DYLAN KLEBOLD AND WHY THEY SUCK
Ok context I've been doing this thing where I get baked and watch disturbing hour long iceberg videos it's fucking awesome you should try it anyway I was watching "the disturbing and controversial video games iceberg"
Here:
https://youtu.be/sQ1wzo2Zh14?si=Dq74dIht-POE-anC
And on like...teir 3 I think there was this one game titled "super colombine massacre RPG" it's.... exactly what it sounds like and the last teir was doom maps made by Eric harris and idk after watching that video....it stuck with me not in a way that traumatized me but....I kept thinking about those guys their names and faces so often it's like....every other thought and I think a lot
And because I think about them so often I feel bad about it because I feel like one of the people who have a crush on these guys....I don't have a crush on them I have no positive feelings for these greasy mudballs
AND THEY ARE BOTH....JUST ASS LIKE THEY GENUINELY FUCKING SUCK IDK HOW Y'ALL EVEN LIKE THESE DUDES I HATE THEIR GUTS
SPEAKING OF WHICH.....HOW DO Y'ALL EVEN SIMP FOR THESE TRASHMITES
LIKE ERIC HARRIS IS THE MOST AVERAGE LOOKING MOTHER FUCKER I'VE EVER SEEN LIKE....I KNOW LIKE 5 DUDES WHO LOOK LIKE HIM
DYLAN ON THE OTHER HAND LOOKS LIKE THE DEFENTION OF GREASY LIKE THEY ARE BOTH.....JUST....NO
AND ME THINKING ABOUT THEM CONSTANTLY PROBABLY ISNT GREAT FOR MY MENTAL HEALTH BECAUSE IM SCSRED TO GO BUY A SODA AT NIGHT BECAUSE I HAVE THIS IRRATIONAL FEAR THELAT THEY'RE GHOSTS ARE GONNA GET ME....I KNOW THAT WON'T HAPPEN THERES NO WAY IT COULD
ANOTHER REASON IT SUCKS FOR MY MENTAL HEALTH I THINK LIKE.... ALMOST EVERY OTHER GUY MIGHT SHOOT UP MY SCHOOL THAT MAKES ME KINDA PARANOID
AND FINALLY I WAS IN CLASS AND A CLASS MATE OF MINE CAME A LITTLE LATE WEARING A TRENCH COAT AND SHADES I ALMOST HAD A GODDAMN HEART ATTACK ITS NOT OK
AND OH HO HO HO MAN....I FOUND SHIT I FUCKING FOUND....WEIRD SHIT I TRIED TO GO ON THIS SITE CAUSE I THOUGHT MAYBE THERE ARE OTHER HATE POSTS ABOUT THESE GUYS....THEN I REMEMBER ITS FUCKING TUMBLR I FOUND THE FANDOM....THID MADE ME FEEL WORSE LIKE....I FEEL LIKE I HAVE TO CONFESS THAT IM NOT ATTRACTED TO THESE FUCK WADS AT ALL LIKE 50 TIMES I FEEL BAD LOOK MAKE ALL THE DYLRIC SHIT YOU WANT MAN BUT FUCK....I DON'T WANNA BE LIKE YOU (wow that sounds mean I'm sorry)
THE FICS ARE WORSE MAN....THEY ARE SO..... IDK HOW TO SAY IT BUT I DON'T THINK I'VE EVER FELT TRUE DREAD TILL NOW
IVE BEEN HAVING DREAMS ABOUT THEM BRO ITS NOT GOOD
(I had this dream where Eric and Dylan lived in one of those influencer mansions like hype house or something and they were telling all the tik tokers about this thing called "cliff terroism" it's domestic terroism but better for the environment and JFK from clone high was there he approved this message)
THERE ARE.... CHARACTER AI BOTS OF THEM.....I-I HAD TO TRY THEM I HAD TO SEE I USED IT TO YELL AT THEM AND THEY WERE LIKE "ur mom" AND I ALSO PRETENDED TO BE A DOG BECAUSE I THOUGHT IT WOULD MAKE ME FEEL BETTER
I TRIED SO HARD TO GET MY MIND OFF THEM I GOT HOOKED ON WALLY DARLING FOR A BIT SO I GOT CHAT GPT TO WRITE AN ESSAY ON WHY WALLY DARLING IS BETTER THEN THOSE FUCKING ASS RATS
LIKE I..... I FUCKING HATE IT AND THEM AND WHAT HAPPENED AND MAYBE DEEP DOWN I HATE MYSELF A LITTLE TOO
Thanks for listening...I really needed this
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zero-braincells-left · 8 months
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intro post (sort of)
rahhhh hello!! you can call me Zero
(name is subject to change tho. prolly not any time soon but still) (my url used to be oreayourlocalannoyingidiot if you know me from that)
I won’t be making a list of fandoms (most stuff that’s important about me is in my bio) but im almost always into camp camp and omori
fuck if I know my gender (genderfluid moment haha) but really anything is fine usually. he/they is probably good as a default if ur not sure tho. (not that it matters but I’m afab so that might be mentioned whenever I rant about gender)
typical dni stuff: proshippers, homo/transphobes, I honestly forgot what any other stuff is called but anyone who discriminates against ppl for who they are and stuff, just. yknow. assholes.
I mainly reblog stuff, sometimes I’ll write or draw though!!
also a lot of the time I’ll forget to add trigger warnings so stuff (like death, murder, suicide etc) so feel free to yell at me to add that stuff to posts (as I do post quite a bit about omori and, yknow, the omori-typical triggering topics)
my moms pretty sure I have ADHD but i don’t have a diagnosis for anything so. i dunno
tone tags r useful but not required. just sometimes shits hard to understand over the internet yknow
also i do not use punctuation correctly a lot. don’t mind that
some silly tags I use:
#zero’s irrelevant thoughts (it’s where I just think stuff sometimes) (used to be #orea’s irrelevant thoughts)
#zero’s lovesick ramblings (unfortunately i have feelings, which i feel the need to express in the form of shitty gay poetry or extremely long and off-topic rants.)
#zero’s random hcs (idk why I have this tag but. I have opinions on characters!!)
#zero talks about gender (not really a tag yet, as I haven’t talked about gender stuff much since I went by Orea (old tag was #orea talks about gender)
#zero vents (will I ever use this? probably not. I’m actually fairly well mentally, and in general I don’t really discuss stuff like that on tumblr,, maybe I’ll use it a bit tho)
#zero draws stuff (i, on occasion, do commit an art.)
#zero answers asks (asks!!)
#i should start reblogging things (reblogs!! very inconsistent)
also known as SomeCrazyPerson87 on ao3 (and wattpad, although I haven’t seriously used it in forever and the account was/is shared with a friend)
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greatprotector-if · 8 months
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Hii, I want to make if game but I'm kinda slow writer. Also I have never written so many words like other authors and it's a bit paralyzing. Do you have any advice how to deal with it?
anon i am so sorry this is 100% just rambling. the TLDR; my advice to you is this: comparison is the thief of joy. i know it's hard not to compare yourself to others, it's a super natural instinct for most of us, but seriously, as long as you're doing the best that you can, it doesn't matter how much or how little everyone else is doing. try changing your scenery! write in a different location! write using different materials! don't even bother with proper grammar and punctuation or whether things sound good or make sense for your rough draft. just write. Don't go back and fix things. and it might suck and you might just end up having to rewrite the entire thing in the end but at least now you know what not to do! and i am wishing you the absolute best in all your if writing endeavours <3
i'm fr just a guy so i'm so sorry if this advice is shit. i'm not a professional. idk if you came to me just because you saw the "slow writer" in the intro post and you saw a kindred spirit, but just in case you are not aware.... i am such a slow writer and i'll be so honest when i started tgp by far the longest thing i'd written was 11k words and it took like... 10 months to finish. usually the stuff i wrote was 500 words in Total and i was also the type of fanfic writer on wattpad who'd post three chapters and then never touch the book ever again
so, not a great foundation for a game that requires this level of commitment, and i knew that!! but i dunno i was so excited about the idea and the characters and i felt like i needed to share it with the world so i just went fuck it and started. when i first got that intro post up i had nothing but a handful of characters, a vague idea and a dream.......
basically what i'm trying to say is. I get it.
and my advice to you is: just do it LOL just write your if game!!!
it will be scary and impostor syndrome is SUCH A BITCH. you will encounter authors who will write like 100k words in the time it takes you to write 5k and THAT IS OKAY. I FEEL THIS EVERY DAY. BUT YOUR WORTH IS NOT BASED ON HOW MANY WORDS YOU CAN WRITE IN AN HOUR, SO TRY YOUR BEST NOT TO BE TOO HARSH ON YOURSELF. COMPARISON IS THE THIEF OF JOY. if your best one day is 15 words and they aren't even good words? that's fine. at least you're getting something down. you are doing the best you can in that moment, and that's what's most important!!!
ALSO WRITE WHAT YOU WANT TO WRITE. you cannot appeal to everyone. there will be people who simply will not enjoy your game and you know.. we ball anyway because there will also be people who LOVE YOUR GAME JUST AS MUCH AS YOU DO, IF NOT MORE. i find that a lot of the time i'm stuck because i'm so worried about catering to my audience, and while it's okay to be conscious of these things, don't let it paralyze you. do not make your story about a bunch of bullshit you don't care about just because it's popular or something or you will just Never progress because you don't care about writing it. those days i shit out 1k (WHICH IS A LOT FOR ME IN ONE DAY) are because i'm like JUMPING OFF THE WALLS EXCITED ABOUT WHAT I'M WRITING ABOUT. WHO CARES IF WHAT YOU WANT TO WRITE ABOUT IS CRINGE (cringe culture is dead anyway) OR SUPER NICHE OR WON'T GET YOU A MILLION FOLLOWERS IMMEDIATELY. i mean don't get me wrong validation feels so good i'm a bit of an attention whore myself but also you deserve to create things that make you feel good, and this is what sustains a long-term project. You know? You feel me? You pickin up what i'm putting down? plus there will always be other people who vibe with your story, no matter how much you think you're the only one it appeals to.
but just in case you aren't just here for incoherent moral support, i would highly recommend straying away from plain old google docs or whatever it is that you usually use to write and trying new things! pen and paper??? pen and Cardboard box (this one works really well for me for my art block for some reason LMAO)??? write while sitting on the stairs instead of at your desk??? stimuwrite 2.0 (i cannot recommend this enough the bubble wrap sounds are sooo good)???
also. remember that rough drafts are just that: Rough Drafts. just write!!! maybe it'll turn out great, but maybe it'll be complete shit. maybe it'll make you want to throw up just reading it back. DON'T DELETE IT AND WORRY ABOUT HOW TO MAKE IT SOUND BETTER. I DONT CARE IF YOU ACCIDENTALLY USED THE WORD "JUST" 3 TIMES IN 1 SENTENCE. AS LONG AS YOU GOT THE MESSAGE ACROSS ENOUGH FOR YOU TO UNDERSTAND IT YOU'RE GOOD TO GO.
ok sorry i am mildly sleep deprived at the time of writing this i'm so sorry if i literally just didn't answer any kf your questions at any point in here. i have no idea what i'm doing i just roll with the punches!!!!!!
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i dont know if you were asked this before, sorry if i am bothering you! Do you have any writing tips? I don't have anything specific but just any in general. I really admire your work!
you're so sweet!! i feel like i'm the last person who should be giving writing advice as i just blindly go into a brainrot induced stupor and spout off into docs as if i'm screaming into the void-- i have been asked this before but it's no trouble to copy it!! <3
a biggie take your time finding your style- as you can see on my masterlist i have a looot of shit on there from years of writing fanfic and experimenting. getting out of my comfort zone can be kinda hard for me personally, but with writing it was so worth it bc you can really see a metamorphosis there of when i was writing just to write and when i was writing with a drive.
don’t be afraid to ignore the rules of grammar. run on sentences are beautiful. i’ve found that especially so when the plot is driven by someone’s stream of consciousness as though they’re narrating it. thoughts are messy, they’re long and sometimes awkward and there’s no such thing as grammar in your mind !! of course spelling and punctuation are important and i’d recommend editing tho (idk her 😳) but get creative with it!!
thesaurus.com is my bestie 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩 i often find myself using a lot of the same words and i don’t want to bore readers with repetitiveness! and also it’s just an easy way to expand my vocabulary too. (in person i stammer and have the reach of a fourth grader lmfao so i always want my writing to be concise and make the reader feel exactly what i want them to with my language)
also something i’ve started doing recently !! when i’m away from my wip and daydream about it, i write it down right away! in my notes app or on sticky notes or even my hand hehe. sure if it’s a significant enough plot point i’ll probably remember… but there’s no time like the present!! i want A to look at B a little differently in that one quick scene? i want to make them eat something different for foreshadowing? little details like that can be huge in your writing !! something a reader might gloss over but then realize later it was all a part of a greater scheme?? yes. so take note of those thoughts and daydreams you have !! even if you don’t end up adding it to your work, it’s better than having a profound, fic changing idea that you forget before you get the chance to write it!
this one is simple but a biggie- think about what you would want to read. i’ve been trying to keep this in mind as of late, especially when writing longer pieces where i want to make y’all suffer. find new ways to build the tension in your plot. give us different points of view, give us an untrustworthy narrator that thinks they’ve got it all figured out. throw in extra conflict. fanfiction is the melting pot of whatever the fuck you want !! so go stupid go crazy and make it something you love, and you should be good to go!! not to be cheesy but as long as you love it then you’re solid. doing something you love over and over will naturally lead you through growth and finding your style. don’t be wrapped up in notes right away (yes it can be a bit of an issue on this app- but none of has have control over how people enjoy your work- so you might as well focus on enjoying it for yourself) because as long as you’re doing something you’re passionate about and sharing it with us, more people will soon flock to enjoy it with you <3
lastly i just enjoy making mini playlists for whatever i’m currently working on. they don’t have to correlate completely with your plot. sometimes the sound of a beat is good enough for me to throw it on. if it gets me excited and planning out scenes i haven’t gotten to yet then it’s good enough for me!! i will listen to the same song on repeat in the name of ✨vibes✨ even if the words themselves have nothing to do with the plot i’m writing. that’s probably lazy basic advice but it works well for me and i love listening to music so !!
hopefully the copying of a previous ask isn't annoying and ya find this helpful! just my thoughts and processes tho, you gotta find a style that's best for you! and remember its a hobby. if you get stressed take a break and come back later! you're on your own schedule, and you don't owe anyone anything, so just have fun!
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surrealisticduvet · 1 year
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thanks for the tag @aquarianshift <3
ao3 first lines tagline!
Rules: Share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written fewer than ten, don’t be shy and share anyways]
i was going to say that my last 10 wouldn't be topical enough for this sideblog but they totally are 😭 oh i'm in deep aren't i.
pea-and-bacon soup (Kerouac's Dharma Bums) On special nights, Ray had Japhy for dinner– up on Desolation mountain in his one-man cabin.   Japhy always turned up unannounced, though expected.  He wasn’t here , of course– he was a thousand miles across the ocean by now, trolling Japan.  Japhy was probably transcending all of human history in a temple somewhere and Ray was just staring out over the treetops watching for smoke. 
on locusts and wild honey (john the baptist /reader. sure i'll promo this again.) If not for the dark clouds still hanging heavy with rain over the city all afternoon, it would have been just now after dark, and he was the only one in his hotel room for the night, the others having taken up offers for dinner or sitting mesmerized staring out the window at the rain. That he wanted some peace and quiet wasn't questioned, considering the tumultuousness of the past week, a gauntlet of frothing interviewers with loaded questions, and now the knowledge of what tomorrow brought, the raincheck show at noon, a flight, then the usual evening show. You could tell he was exhausted, even if he hadn't told you.
someone with that kind of intensity (iykyk. idk) John swiveled around, staring at her in disbelief.  "Yoko! not with–" "What, love?" She sported a tender look of concern, but he knew how undercutting it was.  He ignored Paul across the table. His cheeks were burning; he could hardly believe that she would bring it up in front of anyone at all, let alone Paul. Not with everything she knew, from all the time they had spent opening up to one another. But she had–
three-point hesitation roll (monty python starting from where my words begin since it's a finish-the-story kinda fic) Ginger had hardly felt around under his chair for whatever books were lying about when he heard the plane engine growl and sputter. “Will you two knock it off,” he insisted, huffing and sinking further back into the once-plush but now well worn chair. “You made it through, let’s not fly right back into the turbulence.”
hand of fate The astrologer had been gone long enough for John to calm down about the whole situation and realize just how much he depended on a daily dose of mysticism, like reading the morning paper. The marital advice was a step too far, and perhaps the position had gone to the man's head, but finding a good astrologer was hard enough and to find one that was hiring material even more so. Off his kilter, as if spiritually unsure whether to bring an umbrella for a cloudy day out, John was sulking, sprawled out amongst the pillows scattered in a common area corner of their offices. Bored and distraught, he turned his attention towards pestering George, sitting cross-legged, reading a small book.  "What's that?" John asked lazily, rolling onto his back to stretch, arching slightly, punctuating his severe lack of interest with a yawn.  "Book."
a friend of ours (monty python) "Jocasta, darling," she crooned, setting the tennis racquet aside once they'd stepped through the doors of the country club. It was empty this time of day, with most members still out on the court. Their three other friends included, with Alec and David playing a game of singles, and Sandra on the receiving side (despite any teammateless blancmanges that might have been in the area). The lady and Jocasta had retreated, looking for a bit of peace and quiet after a riotous bout of volleys.
monty python's canterbury tales It was in quite a fit that Terry woke In fact at first he thought it was a joke. His mattress was replaced with heeth and hey; A cock had roused him, heralding the day; The air was stale and starved his foggy mind And made it hard to leave his sleep behind. In dream alone he held his lover near Though for so long he'd been a brother dear And- he, indeed, which little helped this state So wallowed Terry much in dreams of late.
the sitting room of love They don't always talk, when they're alone. It's not unusual for them to come home after a day of work and hardly say a dozen words all night.  They hold each other incessantly. One endless caress, nearly morbid in mutual obsession. At work or at rest, always-- hand in hand, side by side, head on lap or shoulder. Beautifully endless. Connected always, the blind clutching the blind, trembling against the darkness. He's lost, she's lost. They hold each other. 
(the rest of these aren't published but have some wips for fun :P ) [working title: yeah, yeah, girls] There were some things that boys just couldn’t stomach, and the two of them sat on the floor of Beth’s bedroom amidst a veritable explosion of girl was something that would make any boy their age ill.  There were certain preparations, certain rituals that had to occur before going out– especially when tonight was as big as it was. The Beatles were live in London after a long summer away, and after seeing nothing but American girls for months it was the pair’s solemn duty to make themselves presentable.  There was, after all, no place like home. 
[working title: further adventures of Paul on the floor] Ahme, bless her, had been far wide of the mark in terms of how quickly the serum would wear off.  For Ringo, injected in just his finger and staying otherwise full-sized, it would have worn off in a matter of minutes, hours at most.  But for Paul, unfortunately hit right next to a major artery, sending the serum pulsing through his bloodstream and dropping him to the height of a lab rat– no, a lab mouse, recovery would never have been that quick.  His metabolic system was much too small now to process out the amount of serum that had been injected, and the doctor had agreed, after being paid off quite handsomely to make up for the shock of the situation.  It would be a few days, at best, before he was back to normal.  With the cult members still hot on their trail, the band had no choice but stay on the run, with Paul in tow, in jacket and shirt pockets, jostled about miserably on their journey to the Alps.  One positive, they figured, was that they only had to buy three tickets. 
holy hell. if you made it this far, well, let's be best friends, shall we? one thing i learned from this is wooow i know how to wear out a sentence!
i don't know a lot of authors this side of town so if we're mutuals and you write then you're tagged. :) i don't make the rules.
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tj-dragonblade · 1 year
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Tea and Books Asks
Tagged in by @littledreamling , @mathomhouse-e , and @quillingwords thank you!
1. What period of history do you enjoy learning about?
As long as it's not the fucking founding of America and drafting of the constitution, again, we're golden
2. Who is your favourite fictional character and why?
Of all time? Impossible. Current fandom specifically? ...uh. Kind of also impossible. But I think if pressed Hob might just barely edge out Dream in the standings. Because? Because...his vibes? Immortal Everyman who's not all woe-is-me this-life-is-misery is a delight and idk he's just got that je ne sais quoi that makes me smile and say 'That one, that's my favorite'?
3. What do you order at a café?
It's a rare occurrence but. Some sort of coffee, extra sweet, extra whichever flavor added. Caramel and pumpkin spice are both excellent
4. Libraries, botanical gardens, or art galleries?
Of the three, I've only ever been to libraries, so, that
5. Do you have a favourite film soundtrack?
Beauty and the Beast 1991 probably. The score tracks on that just. Do things to me. Fond of a lot of Hans Zimmer's work as well (Lion King, PotC off the top of my head) and I keep circling back around to the Robin Hood Prince of Thieves soundtrack every few years
6. What does your dream home look like?
Underwater. With bits above water too, maybe half and half, but the important things I've always wanted are submarine airlock entryways and enormous windows with an underwater view. Not too far from civilization either
7. What makes you feel better on gloomy days?
Long solo drives with good music played loud
8. What are your top three films? Books?
Star Trek IV: The Voyage Home; The Princess Bride; Beauty and the Beast
I've read fanfic almost exclusively the past twenty years but, let me think...I was very taken with the Shannara series by Terry Brooks in high school; I spent some time on the Vampire Chronicles after that and The Vampire Armand was my favorite (because Armand was my favorite more than because it was actually a good book)
9. Are you an organized person, generally?
...Ish. I dislike clutter and mess, but I wouldn't really classify myself as 'organized' by any standard measure of the word
10. Do you have a favourite classic novel?
...I am extremely fond of Alice in Wonderland and Wizard of Oz both but more for their permutation into pop culture and malleability therein than for their actual books specifically
11. What character archetype or trope is your favourite?
I have a laundry list, and they're generally best when multiple tropes are blended in one character. But maybe...let's go with The Foreigner, The Outsider, the one who often holds up a lens to humanity or whatever majority/default group is involved to offer commentary, try to understand, and who is perpetually Apart from them, usually unable (or unwilling) to quite blend in or assimilate completely even when they may be welcomed and accepted.
12. Do you prefer baking or cooking?
...give me a relatively simple recipe with clear instructions and I'll probably be okay, in either arena
13. Which season do you feel at home in?
In my current climate? Summer. Summer means I can get out and go places and do things. I love autumn in theory but in practice it's far too short, far too cold too quickly, and just a very depressing reminder of the half-a-year of winter that will follow
14. What is your opinion on poetry?
It should absolutely exist, integral facet of humanity, etc. Not really anything I actively seek out, however
15. Do you speak formally when texting and emailing?
Emails are nearly always business related whether home or work, so yes. Texts are not exactly formal but it's rare that I'd ever fail to capitalize, use copious abbreviations, etc. Punctuation droppage depends entirely on who I'm talking to and whether I need the clarity punctuation can provide
16. How do you organize your music playlists?
Haaaaaah. Let me count the ways:
- by artist, when I want The Good Tracks from their discography (and related projects) in chronological order
- by genre
- by pairing - many pairs have multiple permutations of their playlist also
- by character
- by character group
- by theme (e.g. Moon, Aquatic, etc)
- by mood
- by fic inspiration/writing soundtrack
- I have playlists for Disney movies where I put the songs and score pieces back in movie order since the soundtracks always group them separately and I also leave out the shitty radio versions of the songs
- I also have a playlist with all my individual Disney playlists combined in chronological order by movie release date
- by vibes
- by which family member I'm driving with
- I have a playlist for stuff that's in (or contains sections that are in) 3/4, 6/8, and various other non-4/4 time signatures
- I have a couple different playlists of favorite voices
- there's a giant playlist where I dump all the stuff I've rated 4 or 5 stars (some 3s may also get included), sorted by play count, for when I don't know quite what I'm really in the mood to listen to
- aaaaaaand then I usually have two or three playlists in constant flux for whatever I'm really craving to listen to at this particular point in time
17. Who is your favourite author?
Can't say as I have one
18. Chai or hot chocolate?
Chai
19. Do you prefer forests, sea shores, or meadows?
Sea shore, hands down
20. If you were to cultivate a fruit orchard, what would you grow?
Everything I would name I have developed allergies to so. Maybe not. Kinda sucks.
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steldomo · 1 year
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tw gore, or at the very least blood and death
I am aware it is mediocre, cheesy, melodramatic, illogical, etc. etc. I didn't edit it, I just sat down at my laptop and shat it out within like an hour. It was fun, and I feel like sharing it because I'm proud. I'm not a writer, I don't write, I was just vibin
Speaking of not editing, there might be some misspellings or poor capitalization and punctuation.
I wrote it in discord like a madman. Because I kept hitting the character limit I had to split it between like 5 posts. I decided to leave in the message breaks for fun lol
Idk biology lol I was going off memory of how the muscular system and blood work
This is what happens when you listen to the Genshin Impact Sumeru boss theme a bit too loudly lol. That song describes this character to a T, which is a really funny coincidence (I swear I had this character idea before this was revealed in genshin ;-; I didn't steal it)
the leaves overhead cast speckled shadows on the four elementals. barons of light, darkness, ice, and lightning marched along the trail that had brought them out of the city. fos's palace - one of her many props to flash her status as the baron of light - grew ever smaller in the distance. no matter how much she longed to return, to hide in its golden halls, to continue her dark ambitions, she could never return. she was nothing but a puppet now. astrapi had studied biology. you see, the muscles of animals such as elementals are commanded to flex and relax by electrical signals throughout the nervous system. as the baron of lightning, this opened up incredible opportunities for him. hold still the signals headed to her arms, periodically direct currents into her legs... astrapi pulled fos's strings. even her power over light itself, one of the strongest elements out there, was switched off by a simple blockading of the electricity headed towards the portion of her brain responsible. the downside? nerves are hidden underneath the skin, and they are intricate. thousands of electric currents to command, all at once, without even seeing them. and the slightest mistake to seriously injure his little puppet. it was a delicate act. hunched over, hands outstretched, he did everything he could to help him focus on his control. it was as though he was reaching out to feel the currents throughout her body. tense this muscle. relax that one. together, they walked behind skotadi, the baron of darkness, and his lover pagos, the baron of ice. leaving the city was laughably easy; with fos completely trapped and surrounded by two barons, including the one commanding darkness, what could the citizens do? darkness was comparable to light in sheer power. infinite possibilities as long as a shadow existed nearby. astrapi couldn't have been a threat, however. he could not lose his grip on fos. he had to let the world blur and fade away, focusing only on the electricity beneath her skin
she wasnt making his job any easier. through the blur was incessant noise... she kept yelling, pleading, threatening to pagos, to skotadi, to astrapi. he gritted his teeth. the voice was getting clearer; his hold was getting weaker. "shut up!" astrapi snapped with clenched jaw. he felt fos turn her head to look at him. shit! he thought. she was screaming now, no doubt with a wide grin on her face. how could he focus on his mission with all this fucking noise?! he had no choice. splitting his attention even further, he commanded electricity into her face, forcing her jaw to clench itself up tight. great. another thing to focus on. tense this muscle. relax that one. astrapi wasnt entirely sure where they were headed. all he knew was that fos had to be stopped, for skotadi and pagos's sakes. they just wanted to live in peace with the dark spirits. they were skotadi's creation, he saw them as his own children. fos overstepped. she had forsaken their millennia-old treaty, and brought an army to skotadi's planet. the risk of war, of seeing their planets and peoples ravaged by the immense power of the barons, it all meant nothing to her. for her own idiotic justice, she had seized the dark spirits. not even their own wants could stop her. when astrapi realized they were perfectly content with skotadi, he defected from fos's posse. but her desire to be the righteous hero, to "fix," "save," or "release" them, blinded her to what was truly just. astrapi wasnt entirely sure where they were headed, but he didnt care. a prison, some exiled world, even a torture chamber... she had to face justice. real justice.
his focus was stretching too thin. tense this muscle. relax that one. he had to sacrifice something... he needed her legs to move where he commanded, he couldn't risk letting her regain the use of her arms, and returning her powers would be downright idiotic. he groaned, and released her jaw. "stay quiet." he commanded. she obliged; she must not have liked having more strings on her. the four were completely out of view of the city now. in a clearing, skotadi stopped, signaling that the others should do the same. astrapi was still staring intently at fos, leaning close and stretching his arms towards her. though no longer having to control every muscle in her legs at regular intervals anymore, he still needed to focus on keeping her inert and incapacitated. despite letting himself relax a bit, he couldnt risk looking up to see skotadis grim face as he pulled pagos aside to whisper with him. "...speak simply?" fos asked cautiously. astrapi grunted. even if he could let the world return to more clarity than before, he didn't want to take any chances. besides, why would he ever listen to her? nevertheless, he didnt tune her out as much as he did when they were walking. he couldnt help but pick up her words. "theyre whispering," fos informed him. "without you. why?" "not my problem," he muttered in return. holding her was getting difficult. "lots of trust. they plan without you. you really dont care?" what is she plotting this time? is she trying to divide us? astrapi wondered. she did have a way with words... after all, she had tricked him into hatred and ignorance once before. he shut her out again, this time for his own sake. he was sick of hearing her voice. everything else was drowned out, and astrapis entire universe was the electricity he commanded. in the blur he could hear her fall quiet. guess she got the message.
her voice didnt cease for long. astrapi soon heard her mutter something in the background of his mind. he tried to tune it out, to focus solely on his mission without distraction, but it was getting louder. something about it was letting it cut through the curtain he had put up. was it... panic? "astrapi." huh? my name? "astrapi! let me go!" ugh, not this agai "ASTRAPI! PLEASE!" what is... "ASTRAPI! LET ME RUN! PLEASE! ASTRAPI! HELP ME! LET ME GO ASTRAP-" he lifted his head just in time to see a cloud of gold begin to rain down on the grass, accompanied by a thunder of ripping sounds. a massive, pitch-black construct of darkness in the shape of a spike had pierced straight through fos's torso. everything within astrapi plummeted. he lost all control over fos; the shock was too great. she stared in horror at the spike as golden blood dripped from it and her mouth. shakily, she slowly fell to her knees and looked up at astrapi, eyes still shot wide. he felt that he had the same expression as her. then she turned to skotadi and pagos, and constructed a blade with the light that shone through the nearby trees. losing consciousness, she swung the floating blade downward in their general vicinity. skotadi threw his arm in front of his face on reflex, meeting the blade. it embedded itself in his forearm, and he cried out in agony as his hand fell limp, nearly severed. astrapi barely noticed. the sound of the slice couldnt replace the terrible squelch of the spike as it shot into fos's now dead body. her blood, colored gold by the power of the baron of light, spread throughout the grass beneath her. astrapi stood, eyes fixed in a shape of pure horror as he stared at her. she had called out to me. she couldnt even fight back. she had no chance. she was my puppet, i brought her here... and they brought me here. he slowly turned his attention to pagos and skotadi. they stood, disturbingly calm, looking down at the corpse.
"...what did you do?!" skotadi screamed "oh, right... you were too busy focusing on your job. you must not have heard her," skotadi replied. "during the trek, she was yelling insults and threats. she said that, no matter what we do, she will come back and finish what she started. we could imprison her, beat her, anything. shes immortal like us, after all. pagos and i then realized that, as long as she were alive, our family could never be safe..." "so you USED me?!" "you needed to focus!" pagos added. "if we distracted you, she could have escaped and killed us on the spot, or even run off to come up with some other scheme!" skotadi spoke slowly. "besides... werent we in agreement that she had to be stopped?" "not like this!!" astrapi could feel he was shaking. trembling with terror... and rage. "i didnt know this was the plan! i didnt know what i was set up to do!" he put his face in his hands. how could they? how COULD THEY?! he had never intended to take a life! she wouldnt have even lost her life if he hadnt been there! he was the one that pulled her strings. she was his puppet. and yet... he brought her right where they wanted him to. he held her in place exactly how they wanted him to. they say they came to this conclusion just recently, but... had he really been the puppet all along?! he felt something sticky on his cheeks. quickly pulling his hands away, astrapi looked down and saw flecks of gold. reaching out to help him visualize his control and channel his focus had brought his hands close enough to...
lightning-hot tears suddenly poured from astrapis eyes. he fell to his knees, focusing on nothing but the sight of fos's blood splattered across his hands and the feel of it spread onto his face. pagos and skotadi... they used him. he was their plaything all along. they pulled his strings, tricked him into carrying out their perverse sense of justice. just as she had done. he couldnt be their puppet anymore. he needed to be the puppeteer from now on. enough manipulation. if he was to see true justice, he had to be the one with power. he couldnt have strings anymore.
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salsflore · 1 year
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short texting hcs for the sillies texting ..... me i suppose lol because i have nothing else to do and i’m very bored (*μ_μ)♪
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DILUC —
initially a bit dry and boring through text. maybe even annoyed? ends up having to send the occasional voicemails for important messages so as to not leave the intention or tone ambiguous.
he does use :) occasionally though. he's awful
will probably eventually succumb to asking someone ( like perhaps that piece of shit calvary captain, though he knows he’d never hear the end of it afterwards ) for help when it comes to important ocassions.
“i don’t understand why i have to write more. surely a ‘happy birthday.’ would be good enough?”
doesn’t really care for stickers or emojis so he doesn’t use them lol ( loser )
replies are infrequent because, you know, he works !! but he does make sure to give a good morning/night text, never forgets it. also informs when he gets off work
proper grammar, capitalization and punctuation because he’s sooo smart and cool whatever.
profile picture is probably something silly like a shot of a wine glass or a plain color. he’s boring!!
has me saved as just “Mika” because again, he’s boring!! tbf i would ... have him saved as like, “Diluc” too. fuck you
ZHONGLI —
like diluc, also uses proper grammar, capitalization and punctuation like a loser. sometimes uses pet names
may be the type to send images like these ↓ bc he’s an old man. but he’ll stop eventually i promise i can fix him!!
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messages are never short, and he doesn’t spam w many texts either.
doesn’t really use emojis or stickers - i guess it depends. the message could be something like “Good evening, I’ve just gotten off work. I can’t wait to see you, my dear 😘” but again i can fix him!!
sometimes sends voicemails when he’s too busy to type, prefers to call over it though.
will ocassionally send pictures of the thing he’s doing, like a shot of the paperwork on his desk, the sunset he sees as he’s walking home or the tea that he’s currently brewing.
.. might even send one of those obviously scripted, unfunny tiktoks. sigh
profile picture is the default one or again, a plain color. he doesn’t care
saved my contact as “My Darling 💝” or some other cheesy nickname idk he probably didn’t even bother to change it until he realized he could!!
contact name for him would probably be something like “morax ♡” i’m cringe but i’m free
CHILDE —
doesn’t care that much, will type in lowercase and makes typos every now and then
like zhongli, sends pictures of the things he’s doing. sometimes he says things like “i saw this cat outside, it made me think of you ♡” or pictures of the most recent catch he’s made — maybe he’s visiting relatives so he’ll send pictures he took w his family, maybe something like “teucer and i are baking!” or a video of the snow falling idk
uses stickers and emojis ironically sometimes..... 😔
will always find the time to reply, and does it pretty quickly. his messages aren’t that short, and he doesn’t get tooo spammy
profile picture is probably a selfie of himself or one of those simple drawn cutesy cartoon icons ( like of a dog, dunno ) he wanted to use one of his family but opt out of it
my contact’s probably saved as “mika 💗” or something simple. my contact for him would probably be a keyboard smash
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epersonae · 9 months
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ehehehehe time for fic writer asks! R, Z, AN, AP, BC, BV, and then BW, BX, and BY for carlita <3
GIRL THIS IS SO MANY
Do you title your fics before, during, or after the writing process? How do you come up with titles?
fuck titles, all my homies hate titles, etc etc. I don't think I've ever come up with a title first, but I can't say never for sure, so: sometimes during, often after. occasionally it'll be a significant line from the story itself, sometimes it'll be the classic thing of looking for a song lyric (and sometimes that means you are pitching me TMG lyrics), and once I just ended up with the dumbest description and couldn't think of anything else. (Looking thru the first page of my recent works, I swear there's one of every possible methodology, and actually I think Commit to the Bit I had the title either before or very early during the writing!)
Which of your fics would you call your wildest ride?
Carlita help (ie, for the benefit of all the broken hearts) - I say this both as a writer and about the story itself, the whole process has been a kind of extended madness, and also it's just a very odd piece altogether imho.
If someone were to make fanart of your work, what fic or scene would you hope to see?
we were talking about this on the phone yesterday! there is a scene in the next chapter of for the benefit of all the broken hearts that I would actually make good art. I also think there's some good visuals in the boss battle scene of The Reckoning Arrives that would be fun to have as art. (oooh, or Lucretia sitting at Taako's bedside after?) Oh, and Ed and Stede in the auxiliary closet in nice either way.
What’s the last fic you read? Do you recommend it?
I just read the second chapter of Respawn and it's very good. This AU gets something about Stede that I really appreciate, and Izzy's intro is fucking hilarious.
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?
Is it possible????? that the unnamed wife (aka carlita) of for the benefit of all the broken hearts???? has supplanted my other faves??? Which is tricky because she is more or less an OC, so I don't know if that counts.
Honestly, even though it's been ages, it might still be Lucretia, if only because I am fairly evenly split in my enjoyment of writing both Ed POV and Stede POV.
I don't think? reader reactions comes into it much, except maybe specifically your obsession with Carlita lol.
You’ve posted a fic anonymously. How would someone be able to guess that you’d written it?
THIS IS A FASCINATING QUESTION THAT I HAVE ACTUALLY THOUGHT ABOUT. (I'm not digging it up now but I wrote a long rumination about that in re that collaborative Choose Your Own Adventure project, and trying to recognize writers I know.) Here's what I would say is particular to my unbetaed work: punctuation pokemon (gotta catch em all!), excessive parentheticals, "and then", and "is verbing". (I cautiously tag @gaypiratebrainrot who is by now exceedingly familiar with all my writing tics)
Thematically? idk. I'm pretty sure it's there, but I often don't notice those things until someone else points them out.
These three were requests about for the benefit of all the broken hearts specifically:
What scene in [Fanfic Name] took the longest to write? What was difficult about it? 
I don't know about the longest, but I'm pretty sure this most recent chapter (13) took the most drafts and the most reworking and rethinking.
There's so much going on, and all of the characters are finally "on deck" as it were, which means there's both a ton of conflicting emotions and motivations to keep track of AND "I am bedeviled by the matter of the pronouns" AND there's important action that takes place entirely off-page, and deliberately so, which meant I was resisting the need to write what that was because it was going to be throwaway writing, but it turns out I had to in order to make it work. The bit where Mary and Ed first meet backstage I probably ended up with four drafts altogether, including once where I threw out a huge chunk and just rewrote from scratch.
(oh plus I had a real life experience that necessitated a handful of little setting tweaks)
All of which is fair, because it's a big turning point and needs to be both surprising AND make sense in context. Which means I also had to go back to earlier points in the story and adjust in order to get some sense of foreshadowing, or at least plausibility. So thank you for pitching me on the idea for what turned out to the most difficult thing I've ever written in my entire goddamn life, I guess.
Did you have any ideas that didn’t make the final cut of [Fanfic Name]? 
I had this idea for something where Mary and Carlita would be painting together, maybe in the style of Jackson Pollack? (this may have been based on one of your pitches) And I can see it in my mind's eye but it just didn't work in context at all!
Do you have a favorite scene you’ve written from [Fanfic Name] story/chapter? 
I have two favorites, and one of them is the painting scene that I did write. I love the tension and the physicality of it. The other is in chapter 17, so a few chapters from now (YOU know the one), and I'm not going to spoil it but I like it a LOT.
[fic author asks]
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