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☆ Day 1 // First time // Leon Kennedy ☆
Summary: You're his first.
Characters: Leon Kennedy x Reader
Themes: NSFW (18+), oral (both receiving), PIV, virginity
Word Count: 1.5k
Leon quietly moaned into your kiss, hands tangled in your shirt as if he was desperate to have something to hold onto.
His hair had fallen into his face, a smile on his face as you pulled back for a second to gently swipe it away so that he could see.
The reaction to your makeout session was hard against your thigh.
You pushed your hand between your two bodies, running over his erection, smiling as he let out a quiet moan.
“I’m… I’m sorry.”
You gave him a quick kiss again.
“Nothing to be sorry for.”
“What is it, hm?”
“I… I have to tell you something.”
His hips bucked into your touch, almost involuntarily, an embarrassed whine escaping his throat as he realized the way his desperate body had betrayed him.
His pale cheeks were now bright red and you could tell that he was struggling to even look you into the eyes.
“I’ve… I’ve never done this before.”
“What do you mean, sweetheart?”
“I’ve never… Slept with anyone.”, he said so quietly that you could barely understand him.
You hid your surprise well, luckily.
You gently cupped his face, he eased into your touch immediately. He was so receptive, so eager for any of the attention you could provide him.
“Do you want me to be your first?”
He nodded, still bright red.
“Yes. I’d… Really like that.”
Your hands slipped under his shirt, fingers exploring the ridges of his muscles under his soft skin.
His lips found yours again, kissing you needily.
“Please be my first.”, he whispered, a certain sense of desperation in his voice.
“I want to take off your shirt.”, you said softly, watching his reaction closely, hoping he wouldn’t feel any type of discomfort by your request, but beyond blushing a little harder, he seemed eager.
He pushed himself up from the mattress to give you access to remove his shirt, pulling it over his head.
The flush on his cheek went all the way down his neck, across his pale chest.
“You’re so beautiful.”, you said quietly, your hands roaming his chest still, taking in all of him.
He tugged on your shirt until he had removed it as well, tossing it to the floor.
His eyes scanned your body, gaze falling to your breasts, then jumping up to your eyes again, as if there was any shame in how he wanted to look at you.
"It's okay. You can look. You can even touch if you want, you know?"
You unclasped your bra with a smile, baring your breasts to him.
"Are you sure?"
You grabbed his hands, moving them to your chest, smiling as you could feel his inexperience in the way that he touched you, awkwardly kneading your flesh.
Your body tensed as one of his thumbs slid across your nipples, feeling it harden under his touch.
"Do you like that?", he asked, looking up at you with those puppy eyes of his.
You nodded, now you were the one to blush.
He hesitated for a moment, then he leaned in, his lips closing around your nipple, tongue darting around it.
His hand moved to the small of your back, anchoring you as your body arched into his touch.
"Fuck… Leon…", you muttered, sighing as his other hand came upward to massage your other breast with a new found confidence from the way you reacted to him.
His hands were so gentle on you, as if he was afraid he'd hurt you otherwise.
"I want to taste you.", he said quietly, lips still pressed to your chest, but slowly working up to your neck.
The hand on your back traveled forward, the tip of his index finger slipping into the waistband of your shorts.
You could see the eagerness in his flushed face, he genuinely meant it.
You didn't answer, instead just pushing your hips upward, letting him undress the rest of you.
"You're so beautiful.", he said softly, carefully pushing you back on the bed so he could get easier access to you.
He pushed your legs apart with a gentleness that sent shivers down your spine, kissing across your parted thighs as he worked his way closer to your core.
His eyes fluttered shut as he dragged his tongue across you for a first, almost hesitant taste.
You ran your fingers through his hair, biting back a moan.
"You taste so good.", he whispered, before he leant back in, shorter, quicker licks around your clit now.
Even though his inexperience was obvious, he read you like an open book, interpreting your every noise until he had learnt how to work you, where you needed his tongue, his lips.
"Why are you so good at this?", you panted, feeling yourself slowly build up to your release, your breaths coming in stutters.
He didn't answer, his arm wrapping around your thigh a little tighter as he devoured you.
The moment he sucked your clit between his lips was when you lost it, arching yourself against his face, riding out your orgasm against his lips.
"Fuck… Fuck.", you quietly moaned, grabbing him and pulling him upwards so you could kiss him again.
Your taste was on his lips and you could feel the desperation on him.
"You did so well.", you muttered as you slowly regained your composure.
His hips grinded against your hand as you palmed him through his pants, he was rock hard.
"I'm sorry you got so little attention.", you said quietly, but he immediately shook his head.
"No. Don't apologize. I could do that forever."
He licked his lips with a grin as if to drive the point home further.
"Still. It's your turn."
He nodded obediently, moving his hips off the bed so you could take his pants off, dragging his boxers down with them.
His erection strained against his stomach.
He bit his lip as you wrapped your hand around him, giving him a gentle first stroke.
His eyes followed you as you bent down before him, kissing along the V lines of his hips.
“Please don’t tease me.”, he whispered breathily, his hand gently in your hair, but not pushing you.
The desperation in his little moans made you try even harder, doing your best to draw even more noises out of him.
He groaned quietly as you took the tip of his cock into your mouth, his body tensing at the new sensation.
“Please…” He didn’t finish his plea, but you knew what he wanted, taking him further into your mouth, tongue swirling around him.
“How’s that?”, you asked quietly, licking up his shaft with a smile, replacing your mouth with your hand for a moment.
“So good.” He looked at you with a look on his face that you could only interpret as awe, his eyes glazed over in desire.
“Do you want to fuck me, then?”
“But fuck… I don’t know how long I can last like this.”
There was something akin to embarrassment on his face, but you shut it down immediately, sitting up so you could put a kiss on his lips, gently reassuring him.
You climbed onto him, grabbing his hands and placing them onto your hips, giving him something to hold onto.
He nodded eagerly, even though you could see the nervousness on his face. Your choice of words flustered him even more.
“Hey, there is nothing you can do wrong, okay?”
You kissed him again, gently, passionately, until you pushed him backwards onto the bed.
He whined quietly as you grabbed his cock, lining it up with your pussy.
You gave him a questioning look, he just answered with a nod, so you slowly lowered yourself on him.
His lips parted with a gasp, grip tightening on you as he took in the feeling, overwhelmed by your warmth and wetness.
“So fucking good.”, he repeated.
You leaned forward, kissing him hungrily, drowning out his quiet moans with your lips as you slowly lifted your hips before moving downward again, giving you a few slow, first movements to adapt to his size.
“You feel so good.”, he panted, his eyes finally opening again, watching you in amazement, eyes wandering down to the spot where your bodies met.
You slowly picked up the pace, always keeping watch of him and his reaction, but there was nothing on his pretty face other than adoration.
His body fit against yours almost perfectly, the way his hands were grabbing you, your chest against his, his cock inside of you.
“I think I’m close already.”, he said, almost apologetically.
You stopped your movement for a moment, gently cupping your face.
There were beads of sweat on his forehead, his hair damp against his forehead.
“Do you want to try to be on top?”
He nodded. He grabbed you without slipping out of you, pushing you to be the one on your back.
He pounded into you quicker than you had ridden him earlier, panting heavily next to your ear, lips pressed against your neck.
“I’m so fucking close.”, he muttered, his voice breathy.
“Keep going, then.”
You grabbed his face, pulling him in for another kiss as you could feel his thrusts start to stutter, hands grasping the sheets next to your head.
He pulled out of you, leaving you almost painfully empty as he shot thick ropes of cum onto your stomach, moaning desperately against your lips.
With a final groan he collapsed on top of you, easing into your embrace as you ran your fingers through his hair.
“That was perfect.”
#the fanfic writer's curse is real bc why did my insulin pump just disconnect and now my bloodsugar is like 400 while i was#trying to finish this damn fic wtf#sorry I'm not 100% proud of this but my brain fog is killing me i need to lie down lmao#Leon Kennedy#Leon Kennedy x Reader#Resident Evil fanfiction#ari writes#resident evil x reader#re fanfiction#leon x reader
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It’s that time of the year again. What are some of your favorite smuts released in 2023?
Monday of Appreciation: Part 104
Hello everyone, Smite here!
2023 is coming to a close and it's been quite the year, a mixture of "this is a bridge year for greater things to come" and "WE LIVIN' NOW MF!" What is a bit different this year is that the highs weren't as high and the lows weren't as low compared to previous years---maybe that is just me getting older, maybe it's hindsight. Either way, I'm good and this year was good.
But some things are more than just good. I'm of course talking about these writers and their stories that I have featured today. All of them deserve special mention, but I want to focus on two of them specifically.
In a year of great, fantastic and already legendary fics, these two stand out.
Without further ado, let's dive into the final MoA of this year:
-1-
@fanfiction4sooya: Can't Save You Now ft. Chaewon, Kazuha, Sakura
I- I- I just read the damn tags and new I one day had to give this a shot. ff4sooya has crazy ideas, futa galore, different dynamics and kinks, which is SO MY THING. This has Mommy and Daddy involved in an absurd (and absurdly hot) threesome that I couldn't take my eyes off.
Now I definitely need to read more and you should too because I bet there are a bunch of Masterpieces in that long Masterlist!
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@iznsfw: Drunken ft. Olivia Hye
Is it really a Monday of Appreciation post without IZ?
Seriously, what this genius is able to cook up in a commission or in the currently ongoing (HYPE) IZ DAYS OF CHRISTMAS is absolutely incredible. We have long stories with in depth characters and love drama that ends not only smuttily but sweetly. Who the fuck needs books, when you can just binge IZ?
With "Drunken", they have once again hit it out of the FUCKIING park. There is never enough Daddy kink fics, yes, but mine seem like nonsensical cringe porn compared to this beauty of a piece. I love how it plays with my heart, no I'm not crying---okay, now that is hot.
Let me change that: there is three very fucking special stories today!
(I think this might even be better than Levi's Hyeju, wtf)
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@cataboliac: Enkindle ft. Wendy
Firstly: I LOVE YOU CATA, BIG QT!
Secondly: "Enkindle" feels a bit like coming home, like a day in Paradise, like the one person that shines so bright in your life that you don't want it to go. And you know, that is the great thing: this might be Cata's final fic, the farewell, but not only is his life gonna be great and he'll be super happy - we also get to read this again and again, and I'm sure I will one day.
Thank you, Cata, for hanging around!
Thirdly: I'M GONNA KISS YOU, CATA!
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@writerpeach: Delectation ft. Wonyoung, Yujin
1.000 Notes, and it's still not enough for what is my pick for fic of the year (FOTY? FOOTY? There is a scene like that, yep). IZ*ONE truly never dies, but it is IVE and these absolute super stars, bomb shells with flawless faces and different, yet irresistible bodies that have us in a frenzy.
Talking about frenzy, all those 30,699 words are a frenzy. I thought Peach would set it up with a long and painful tease that has us edging the entire time BUT NOPE this has so much fucking smut, so many lines of neediness and horniness, it is impossible to finish in one try or two tries or... I dunno, seven-hundred tries?
It's detailed, it's straight forward, it's sex from every fucking angle, I can never get tired of this. I will go so far and say this is Peach's magnum opus, the GOAT fic by the GOAT writer. At least for that day, I can say this without a doubt.
Peach, you are crazy and thank you for that <3
#PeachPavedTheWay #AnnyeongzForDaddy
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All I can think about lately is Logan getting hanahaki so here's a vague outline of a fic I'll never write. *Edited because good God there were so many spelling mistakes+tw of mentions of blood and dying
Being head over heels over your best friend isn't the best thing in the world. Even if you spend 23 hours with them it still won't be enough. Logan knows he should just man up and tell Oscar but like...no. Why should he tell Oscar when he could just suffer in silence?
When both him and Oscar gets into F1, Logan thinks it's high time he confesses but Oscar hasn't been around much lately. He chalks it up to having to get to know your teammate better and other team related stuff. But when you see Lewis Hamilton more than your best friend, he knows that he's basically lost Oscar to his papaya-clad counterpart. Surprise, surprise he gets hanahaki because when has the universe ever taken pity on him? It starts small at first with a few petals per day but then they start getting bigger and sometimes he throws up full-on flowers. He has two choices, well three but the third one is obviously out of the question, 1. Get the surgery to remove the flowers but he has to lose all memories and feelings he has of Oscar or 2. Not do anything. Of course, he chooses the latter because he's so whipped that he'd rather die than lose all the years of memories he has of Oscar. So he does that and suffers through races upon races of trying to stuff petals back into his mouth when he's not alone.
For some reason, Oscar finds out and he...he LIKES HIM TOO???? Like no cap, fr??? Wtf, so you're telling him that he could have confessed and wouldn't have had to be laying in a pool of flower petals and his own blood every other week? Damn, well, it may not have been the chosen path but at least they got there.
Logan's walking through the paddock, trying to find Oscar when he overhears a part of his conversation UNINTENTIONALLY okay, and if someone says that he moved closer to hear better, they're lying. And oh. Oh, it's really bad. Like 'I'm only with Logan because he's my best friend and I don't want him to die bad'. At that moment, at that instant, the hanahaki comes back full force. He's choking on petals, blood and saliva. He's grasping his throat, at a loss on how to get some well needed oxygen into his lungs when Oscar comes out to find him convulsing on the paddock ground. Oscar doesn't know what to do other than shout at someone to call an ambulance as he runs his fingers through Logan's hair, begging Logan to hold out a little longer.
Oscar's being presented with two options when they get to the hospital. Either consent to the surgery or let Logan die. It's a no-brainer, he consents to it even if that means Logan won't remember him. When Logan wakes up after the surgery, he sees a man clad in a mind numbing orange sat next to his hospital bed. Oscar, the name of the orange man, says he had to have an emergency surgery because his appendix burst. Weird, Logan thinks, because he doesn't see any scar at where his appendix should be.
It's the Abu Dhabi GP. Oscar's in his car, trying not to hack his lungs out. He doesn't feel sick but he can't stop coughing for some reason. He looks in his rearview mirror and sees the number 2 of a Williams car. His chest constricts for half a second which was odd. Whatever, he refocuses on the lights in front of him. He's not going to let some coughing fit affect his racing when McLaren's so close to getting third in the constructor's championship.
Finally, finally, he finishes the race with more than a couple close calls when he was having coughing fits in his car. He mutters a soft prayer as he cruises around the track one last time before returning to his garage. His legs are shaky as he starts the walk back with his helmet under his arm. He sees Logan's garage. Not too far from his own. He coughs. Just once. He coughs once and he sees it. A flower petal floating delicately onto the asphalt ground. A blue rose petal.
Shit.
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Sweet Tooth🩷🧁
Vincent Sinclair x Gn reader.
Warnings- it's fluff/sfw, pure and utterly fluff. Bo does make a joke about sperm at the end.
Yes I head cannon Vincent to love baking, I find it really cute.
"Vincent! Y/N! I'm taking Lester out for dinner, be back in about- 2 hours? Fuck if I know." Bo screams from the front door. The plan is ready for action. Today was Lester's birthday, you and Vincent have been planning to bake Lester a large array of sweet treats. You knew Vincent liked to bake because he would bake fresh cinnamon rolls or beignets at least once a week. But you didn't realize exactly how much Vincent liked to bake until you saw the list of treats y'all had to make.
Lester's Treats:
1 cake
1 pan of brownies
2 dozen cookies (1 dozen peanut butter, 1 dozen chocolate chip)
6 soft pretzels
Soft pretzels may not be a sweet treat but Lester loves them and with the amount of chocolate syrup he dumps on them it's considered a sweet treat. This all may seem like a lot but between Lester and Bo it will be gone in a week max. Vinny lifts you up and grabs the list of his desk as he darts upstairs to the kitchen. You can feel his excitement to bake with you. He kisses all over your face before he sets you down and starts waddling around the kitchen grabbing the ingredients Bo bought prior.
You two decided to bake the cake first. It was a red velvet cake with buttercream frosting. Vincent put all the ingredients in the bowl while you mixed, when he noticed that you were struggling a bit due to there being so much cake batter. He came up behind you and put his hand on top of yours to help you mix. His other hand was wrapped around your waist, as he swayed slightly. "You're doing great don't worry," he softly mumbled. You could tell he still had the biggest puppy dog crush on you even though y'all have been dating for a rather long period of time. You two finished mixing the cake and put it in the pan. You worked on the buttercream while Vincent made the brownies. You put a little bit of the buttercream frosting on the tip of your finger and called Vincent over. You took the buttercream and drew a small line on his forehead while proudly saying "Simba". (You had to explain the joke to him but he did giggle after and asked if you wanted to lift him up.)
About 2 hours have passed when you two were done baking everything, the only thing left was adding a bit of powdered sugar to the cookies (to make it Pinterest worthy) and salt to the soft pretzels. "Y/n," Vincent softly mumbled, you turned around after you added the salt to the last pretze to be met with a spoonful of powdered sugar on your shirt. "You're it," he laughed while quickly grabbing another spoonful. "Oh It's on!" You giggle while grabbing a cup full of it while throwing it at Vincent. He quickly tossed his little bit of sugar at you before he got covered in the sugar you threw, War has begun.
Lester and Bo came home, on a table were all the baked goods you and Vincent had made. "HAPPY BIRTHDAY LESTER!" Everyone yelled as you, Vincent and Jonsey popped from behind the table (you two made Jonsey a little bandana that had "Happy birthday Lester written on it). Lester giggled at you and Vincent was head to toe covered in powdered sugar. "Damn, y'all dressed up as sperm cells for the event wtf happened?" Bo says while shaking his head.
After the little party y'all had, you and Vincent spent the night attempting to clean up all the powdered sugar (while struggling to keep Jonesy out of the room so she wouldn't try to like it all up.)
Authors note-I thought this will be a cute little fic for y'all, Requests are open! Have a lovely day<3
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Sorry not sorry I am shilling and reblogging my own content so frequently but I am really trying to dig myself out of the "you suck at writing actually and no one wants to read your shit" feedback loop of the hellscape that is Apex Legends. Bitching below....
I absolutely loved writing for that fandom but I think I'm mostly done with it for now outside of the one small thing I'm doing currently. The lore hasn't been interesting lately but more than that, the support for writers in that community has always been non-existent and like...not to call anyone out or anything but I genuinely feel like part of that was created when the first anniversary zine came out a few years ago. The absolute and sheer laser focus on community artists for that project kinda spearheaded that whole support system. And I feel like the fandom overall just forgot us fandom writers existed :\
Granted, I was writing content for an absolute rare pair and I know that didn't help any, but even when I wasn't writing Voidstrike, I felt like people still didn't give a shit.
And for whatever bullshit ass "legal reasons", Respawn themselves never acknowledged our existence so like...wtf was the point lmfao. I'm still super fucking salty about that entire zine creator controversy that happened earlier this year and that made me never wanna interact or do any zines for this fandom ever again, unless it was writing focused.
Digital artists always get way more recognition than writers and like....it's always been like that. It's just a thing we have to live with as fanfiction writers. But it genuinely does kinda annoy me from time to time. I know it can be digested much quicker and easier than writing but that doesn't mean our work is less important or contributes less than artists.
I know I'm kinda "late" to the Arcane fandom in terms of writing but the support for the little things I've been able to get out have really shown me how passionate the fandom is for their favorite characters. Sevika is nowhere NEAR as popular as the other characters and basically has no main ship and somehow....some fucking how y'all still come out and support the Reader fics. Like damn.
Anyway this is me bitching again. I had so much stuff I wanted to do for Apex and now I'm not even sure if I wanna go back and finish them....
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hey there, sorry to bother you. i just finished reading ppp and you said in a chapter’s notes that you have bpd yourself, and you wrote james’s experiences based on yours. i just wanted to ask, and you really don’t have to answer if you don’t want to — how much does james’s character relate to real life? like, how much does it relate to a real life person? (i don’t know if i got the message across)
i got told by a doctor that i display bpd symptoms myself, but this was several years ago and eventually the diagnosis turned out to be something else. after i realised i relate to james’s character a little too much, i started to wonder if maybe that doctor those years ago was on to something. so, this is my first step i guess.
thank you for what you wrote, anyway.
Hi!! So sorry if I’m misunderstanding but I think what you’re asking is how accurate is James’ character as a portrayal of a real life someone with BPD?
Yes I do indeed have BPD, ppp James touches on a lot of the experience BUT it’s not perfect. The main aspect of BPD I kind of focused on is something that I have heard a lot of other people describe too. The feeling of emptiness and like there’s just some black pit inside of you, trying to consume you. That’s just one aspect, and my biggest regret in writing pathological people pleaser is that I didn’t capture some of the obsessive and relationship aspects. That’s why I really want to write more BPD James actually, because I want to represent the like hyper awareness in every relationship that happens. I want to write a scene where reg texts James back weirdly or says something and James thinks his tone is a little off and he just spirals and loses his mind only to come to later and be like… oops that was a little dramatic wtf.
There’s also a lot of other experiences like the impulsivity that I touched on a bit but not quite enough. Like the way you can convince yourself during an episode that your narrative is 100% correct and your feelings are how you’ll always feel only to snap out of and be like damn what the fuck was I thinking 😭 (usually AFTER doing something stupid and impulsive). BPD really does not stop until ur in treatment and working hard, and I don’t think people quite understand it unless you’ve lived it. EVEN I have made decisions IN FANDOM (😭) like impulsively taking all my fics down during an episode and after, I did have people be like yo what was that?? and the truth is you have no proper explanation because during the time it 10000% feels like this is what I NEED to do. This is the right decision I’ll never feel okay again or change my mind. Then oops, the episode ends and you’re like haha WHAT WAS THAT 😀
So I hope that helps paint a picture of what BPD is actually like and some of the gaps James’ character does have in properly representing BPD. It is only my own experience of it, and I’m not really the violent aggressive kind of BPD, it usually turns inwards (aside from some pretty awful road rage, ngl that’s when the anger episodes rlly comes out and that’s EMBARRASSING) so it is very influenced by my own lived experiences and I can’t speak on how anyone else experiences BPD. If you’re wondering about yourself I implore you to talk to a medical professional!! Even if you don’t have it, it doesn’t hurt to find out for sure. Wishing you luck and lots of love 🫶
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Are there any kinks for Lacho that you haven't written yet but still want to explore? The way you incorporate all sorts of different kinks very seamlessly into your writing is really impressive.
thank you anon!! had to think on this one, but I think I've got a few real winners here:
watersports - not a popular one, I know! and yet, I long for it. a few flavors appeal to me: bathroom control where Lalo just will not let Nacho piss until it's too late; Lalo pissing on Nacho to humiliate him; Nacho TRYING to humiliate Lalo by pissing on him but Lalo just likes it anyway and opens his stupid mouth for more and Nacho's life is full of suffering (until he realizes how much he likes to have Lalo on his knees begging for his piss)... the works!
small penis humiliation - ok, so there was a touch of this in 1800S, but Nacho's above average in that one, so it doesn't count. I actually have a proper SPH fic in the works! I just haven't been able to finish it yet. poor widdle 3 inch Nachito... another under-loved kink for sure, but I enjoy it a lot!
vore/cannibalism - I'm a lowkey Hannibal fan, okay? it would simply be so romantic for one of them to eat the other. maybe just a little nibble. imagine how good Lalo's cooking would be!
guro - WHY is it the guy who talks lovingly about how he wants to skin someone alive while he's making a snuff film is not given more opportunity to be unhinged like that in smut fics? sex and death go together like peanut butter and jelly. trust me I am a scientist
monsterfucking - tentacles, werewolves, eldritch horrors, mermen, are you picking up what I'm putting down here? in fact, the fact that I have not done a monster AU yet is positively criminal. wtf is wrong with me? I must rectify the situation immediately
menstrual sex - damn it I wanted this list to end on an odd number. oh well. Lalo should lick that thang while Nacho is bleeding, either genderbent or ftm I don't care, a period doesn't stop anything but a sentence
as you can see, anon, my tastes are very... uh, well, they sure are some of the tastes ever
hope someone might like some of these along with me!
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hey bestie, it's been a while. i hope your doing well and staying healthy. i miss you and i'm also excited for your upcoming fics. here's a wonwoo concept i suddenly think of when i watch a clip of an e-sports drama.
journalist!reader needs to interview e-sports player!wonwoo for her article about their university's e-sports club. but how did she ended up cockwarming him during the interview while he is practicing for a match? then she's whimpering his name everytime wonwoo bucked his hips up whenever the match goes intense, making the tip of his huge cock hitting her cervix. wonwoo eventually taking her to his bed to fuck her properly, telling her that she's his lucky charm he won the match while burying his cock even depeer in her tight cunt. filling her up with his huge load of cum as her prize for being his good girl.
-tulip🌷
hey, bb! i’ve missed you too and i hope this year has been treating u well so far! 🤍 ur really too sweet and i hope you like what is to come 🫰🏼
AND SHNSNSJBS STOP THIS IS A TOP TIER CONCEPT AND U KNOW I HAVE TO ELABORATE!!!
so wonwoo isn’t really keen on doing interviews bc he likes to lay low and go unnoticed, but when he sees a picture of who’s going to interview him (you), he’s absolutely done for and immediately agrees to do the interview.
so cut to where he insists that you meet him at his place for the interview and ur kind of like wtf? bc all the interviews you do are usually in a public setting. you only agree bc lowkey being alone w such a hot guy excites you. the interview goes smoothly until you get to the part where you ask about the calm disposition he always displays.
“people say nothing is capable of making you lose your cool during a match. would you agree?”
he gets a cocky smirk on his face. “yeah. in fact, i’ll prove it to you.”
you’re not really sure how or why you easily agreed to cockwarm him, but you’d like to think this is all for your article—in the name of professionalism, if you will. and damn it, if wonwoo isn’t proving what everyone says to be right. you’ve clenched down on him several times but all he does is bite his lip and smirk. not even when he’s close to losing does he show any visible reaction.
well, that’s not exactly right. he does buck his hips up into you, but you’re pretty sure he does it bc u whine and whimper into his neck every time his cock hits your sweet spot.
you find that wonwoo is very strict, skillfully swatting your thigh or ass every time you try to fuck urself on his cock. he tells you to be patient and at the end of his match, you’ll get rewarded. all you can do is pout and mewl into his neck. at least he lets u kiss and suck on his neck tho.
once he’s finished with possibly one of the best practices he’s ever had, he grips your hips and starts to fuck up into you roughly and harshly. all you can do is moan his name as his big cock fills you and hits the spongy spot inside you. all wonwoo is doing is telling you how you’re his lucky charm and how much of a good girl u r for staying still the entire time he was practicing. ofc you come and cream all over his cock at the words.
this triggers wonwoo’s own orgasm. he groans your name as his hot cum completely fills you. then this menace of a man surprises you by lifting you up and walking you over to his bed, using his cock to keep you plugged up w his cum the entire time. once he has you laid on his bed, he pulls out, groaning lowly when he sees your pretty pussy leaking with his essence.
wonwoo gently thumbs at ur messy cunt, smirking when you whimper his name. “don’t think we’re done yet, baby. i still have to reward you for being such a good girl.”
#this got long but IDCIDCIDC#this concept is everything#lowkey want to do a drabble or full fic to this#tulip🌷 nonny#nalani.thotz
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WIP SUNDAY
Holy shit, how long has it been since we had one of these??
I've started the prequel fic for my CodyWan modern AU which takes place 10 years before It Only Knocks Twice.
I thought about writing a fic following them through the war but you guys? I just finished a 200K monster that's taken me a year and a good chunk of my sanity to write, I am simply NOT up for something that deep or involved. So hopefully this will serve.
I will admit, this is reigniting my love for this AU and I have some ideas percolating including a complete crack ship fic of Rex who is struggling to recover from the war, has been pressured into joining the Protectors by Jango as his second choice for heir since he always had an eye on Cody taking up the job of replacing him. Look Jango is kinda a dick n this fic cause well..he is a dick in canon sorry not sorry
And then Fenn Rau who's been holding down the fort while the Fett boys have been gallivanting off to fight in a war halfway around the world and is rightfully annoyed at the blatant nepotism going down.
I was kinda toying with the idea in my brain years ago but it got shelved but now I might actually write this fic at some point.
ANYWAY context for this fic. Takes place after Utapau, Grievous is dead, Dooku didn't die and sang like a fucking canary so Palpatine's entire house of cards has crumpled and both sides are kinda like wtf, I guess we'll try peace? As a nod to ATOTC, Obi-Wan nearly dies in an unfortunate blue-on-blue incident and is recovering at a nearby hospital when he receives the call that Qui-Gon had been murdered by Maul and this accelerates his plans to leave service.
Cue all the pining and regrets about things never said and actions never taken.
After years of war between the Republic and the Confederacy of Independent States, the war was on the cusp of being over.
The death of General Grievous on the battlefield of Utapau had been the final nail in the coffin that broke the CIS’s back. Of course, the capture of Count Dooku and the damning accusations against Chancellor Palpatine had helped to bring the Republic as well.
Both sides were tired and weary of the war by that part. The realization the entire bloody conflict which had killed countless people being engineered by a set up of corrupt politicians who wanted yet more power had cut through both sides like a wildfire.
Widespread protests and demands for an immediate ceasefire had cropped up across the Republic and the CIS.
Cody and his troops were just as angry and outraged as the civilian population but they unfortunately didn’t have the luxury of throwing down their weapons in disgust out of protest.
If he was being honest with himself, he didn’t know how far that sense of duty would have gone if the generals demanded they head right back out onto the battlefield.
Knowing they had unwittingly propagated an unjust war that had led to the decimation of countless civilians and left some nations on the brink of ruination was a hard pill to swallow, and he’d heard the whispers of displeasure and bitterness from more than one veteran in his battalion.
As company Commander, he’d done his best to ignore and pretend he didn’t hear those grumbles of displeasure. In truth, he shared some of those sentiments and while a worrying amount of his more veteran soldiers were making statements about wanting to cash out and return home out of disgust for the war, he knew in his heart of hearts, that wasn’t for him.
No, he wanted to help to break the things that he had accidentally broken.
He enjoyed service and while he knew his father would have been delighted to have him return home after his ‘rebellious’ decision to join up with the Republic’s war rather than maintain Mandalore’s stubborn neutrality, he knew he was doing the best here.
His talents would be wasted back home in some cushy job with the Protectors.
Besides, there was another—more selfish—reason for wanting to staying in the GAR.
They’d claimed a beaten-up loveseat that overlooked the scrub brush and desert that led out to the distant mountains. The land was harsh, but it had a beauty that had been lacking in other desert climes he’d seen during the war, such as Geonosis.
Little Gods, but he hated that place with its endless dust storms and red sand, which had gotten everywhere. Or maybe he hated how much blood had blended in with the sand and how much death he’d seen during the First Battle of Geonosis.
That had been before he’d been assigned to Obi-Wan’s batallion and while he would never say a bad word against Mace Windu as a commanding officer, that particular battle had been a shitshow and far too many people had died.
And what was worse, a year later they’d found themselves back in that same gods forsaken country being shelled out of their minds by Seppie artillery.
Yet here they were in another kriffing desert but this time with the hopeful promise that the war might at long last be coming to a close. If Utapau hadn’t very nearly killed Obi-Wan, he might have actually enjoyed the austere landscape.
But it was hard when the man sitting next to him was still dressed in hospital-issued pajamas and a threadbare robe. At least he no longer had those awful tubes and IV’s sticking out of him. It had been an all too poignant reminder that after three years of hell, just as the end was in sight, he’d very nearly lost Obi-Wan Kenobi.
And to nearly lose him to a blue-on-blue friendly fire accident was all the worse. If he hadn’t been wearing his body armor, he would be dead now.
Cody wasn’t sure what he would have done with himself if that had happened.
After three years of bottling up his feelings, of promising himself that once the war was over and they were free of the constraints of the chain of command, he would finally tell Obi-Wan exactly how he felt about him.
Hopefully, the other man would feel the same way which…judging by the fact they sat there enjoying the sunset over the desert with their hands so close together their fingers were brushing, hidden as they were beneath the folds of the other man’s robe? Cody was optimistic the other man returned his feelings.
“How are the men holding up?”
“As good as can be expected. Lots of mixed feelings about everything.”
“It’s awful, I completely understand their feelings.” Obi-Wan had made little secret of the fact that he’d intended on resigning his commission once the war was over with. He wasn’t built for war, he claimed. But Cody thought differently, the man had been one of the best commanding officers he’d ever had.
He was a natural leader, one who was there with his men through thick and thin. He’d sweated and starved with them throughout the bloody years, had bled and at times cried at the senseless tragedy they’d seen.
Losing him would be a blow to the 212th but Cody kept those words firmly in check because he didn’t want to lay any sense of obligation or guilt on the man who had given so selflessly for them over the years.
“I can’t believe it myself. All of this death and heartache? Just because Palpatine wanted more power? Wanted to regain some banthashit glory about a lost Empire?” He couldn’t help the anger that threaded through his words.
“I understand, Cody.” Obi-Wan’s fingers shifted and he covered his hand with his and squeezed gently. The empathy in the redhead’s eyes was genuine and Cody felt something unnamable well up in his chest.
“I’m so ready for this war to be over with, sir.” He confessed softly, and it was a testament to how tired he was that he had even spoken that truth.
Obi-Wan’s expression shifted minutely, and that empathy shifted into a weary sort of understanding. “Me too, Cody.”
The words were spoken between them almost like a secret.
And in that quietude the resided between them, the familiar spark of longing could be felt on both sides. Obi-Wan’s fingers tightened around Cody’s almost imperceptibly as though he could sink as much meaning as he was allowed through that brief physical touch.
But then, the moment was shattered with the arrival of one of the hospital aides who stepped out of the doors and towards them.
Both struggled to pull themselves back together as he approached with a nervous look on his face.
“Commander Kenobi? There’s an urgent message for you.”
Concern flashed across Obi-Wan’s face and he carefully levered himself to his feet with a wince of pain.
“Of course, lead the way.” He said and shot one final regretful glance over at Cody.
Cody forced a smile for Obi-Wan’s benefit as the redhead walked away.
He had no idea that call would change their lives irrevocably.
#WIP Sunday#fanfiction snippet#el writes#as yet untitled codywan prequel#star wars fanfiction#commander cody#obi-wan kenobi#codywan
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Village of Neverending WIPs
As usual, my current WIP list is far too long, and sitting down to write is never easier when you're locked in indecision. So I'm dumping a current-WIPs-summary here, for anyone who might be curious and/or who might want to try and nudge me toward whichever of these they'd most like to read.
Anyone remember that ficlet about Ethan's not-so-latent monsterfucker-tendencies that I promised was getting a continuation? Well, the finished version is back from the beta, just a few final edits away from posting (though be warned: boy does this one go places)
Post-RE7 Ethan/Mia fic where Mia actually gets to come clean (which probably no-one is hardly going to read but gdi if no-one else is going to write me the elaborate Mia-backstory of my dreams I will damn well do it myself)
The one where Ethan and Heisenberg get sex-pollened by the mould (mostly done, just needs, y'know, the actual sex part)
Next chapter of Lords and Lattes (the whole thing is planned out I swear I just have to actually write it)
Kind of pseudo-continuation of One More Happy Ending. I wasn't going to write more of this one, but the idea of a scene where Ethan accepts Heisenberg's deal and then runs into Chris, where Heisenberg gets to be all "too bad, Redfield, he's on Team Heisenberg now!" and Ethan gets to be all OMG STFU, I hate BOTH of you so much rn, WTF STOP TRYING TO KILL EACH OTHER- has really got its teeth into me.
Wintersberg-y Groundhog Day thing, because even if these fics are a dime a dozen out there already, none seem to be interested enough in the true twisted horror potential for my tastes (let alone the potential to really dig into Heisenberg's motivations). What, you're not seeing it? LET ME EXPLAIN
In fairy tale AU-land, we have a somewhat-stalled ficlet called only 'Koschei', though also some tempting ideas to continue both the Beauty and the Beast and the Labyrinth AUs
And speaking of things that have got their teeth into me, there may be a couple of bits of That One Where Heisenberg Follows Him Home sitting in a word document somewhere...
...and there may just be a kind of stealth-prequel to Michael & Gabriel somewhere in that list too.
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got tagged for a 20 questions for writers meme by @jiubilant! tagging @bloodofthepen who i suspect would very much enjoy this meme
How many works do you have on AO3?
17 according to my dashboard. 28 to the connoisseur (various orphaned nonsenses over the years). 29 if you're nasty
What's your total AO3 word count?
second verse, same as the first: dashboard says 227k. the real figure is ~450k. gog save me
What fandoms do you write for?
by volume (apparently), mostly tes: oblivion and mass effect. highlights from the full list include dragon's dogma, pillars of eternity and pentiment
What are your top five fics by kudos?
this, this, this, this; and in tragic 5th place true gold. my oopy schmoopy apple of my eye
Do you respond to comments?
[almost] always, even if it's just "thank you" or a heart! makes me happy that people took the time out to drop me a line so i always feel like it's the least i can do
What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
eeeeehhhh i think i almost always go with an open ending. and happy and sad are subjective. lol. probably this one; dead brothers go back, after a brief reprieve, to being dead
What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
THIS ONE. teeth rot out of your damn head. i wouldn't make it quite so cloying if i wrote it today
Do you get hate on fics?
not to my knowledge <3
Do you write smut? If so, what kind?
often and w/ gusto i'm afraid. i need it to be character-focused ie if it doesn't further the characters' relationship in the eyes of the reader then it's basically dead weight. i have stretched this rule exactly once (for "once", read: with exactly one work. of a modest 170k. i get one bodice-ripper as a treat.)
Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?
n/a baby. unless you count my dragonfable fic vampirizing the narrative structure of season 2 of russian doll but that's not strictly a crossover is it
Have you ever had a fic stolen?
not to my knowledge. i have had people gank certain bits of worldbuilding or plot beats, but not maliciously (i think). so i just look on with. how you say. benevolent mirth
Have you ever had a fic translated?
not to my knowledge!
Have you ever co-written a fic?
as a tween. about anime. but i will part with that story only after being bought dinner
What's your all-time favorite ship?
aww man. ask me tomorrow and get a different answer but i really like andreas and werner in the pentiment longfic i'm plugging away at. what if it was that deep yknow.
What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?
not touching this one with a 39-and-a-half foot pole. the evil eye is out there. (real answer: writing is a long con. i have to start every project believing i'm going to finish it to the last dotted i and crossed t)
What are your writing strengths?
no one can be objective abt their own shit but what i enjoy reading back in my writing (in the brief beautiful period before the Cringe encroaches) is the subtext in character interactions. no one EVER says wtf they mean due to shame or pride or the demands of diplomacy or emotional stuntedness or what have you. that old saw about your readers see the tip of the iceberg but you've got to have the whole ehm.. glacier... fjord.. stalagmite... in your head
What are your writing weaknesses?
pacing!! at least in my own view. esp with the [REDACTED] i'm working on now it's like...fuck me i'm trying to cover a long time period without embroidering every single day that passes, but when and where and how often do i switch from brisk narration to blow-by-blow dialogue. only when i want to? only when it's necessary in order for the plot to make sense? are those two criteria different in practice? aughghgh
Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language?
absolutely fucking love it. it has to be a language i feel reasonably confident about (unless it's a fictional conlang, but even then i have a constant fear of getting strung up by lorebeards for conjugating a dunmeris verb the wrong way lol)... that being the case i love love love it. because you get to do subtext 2: electric boogaloo. and what languages do the characters share? and what languages can they use to dissimulate or to speak freely w/o the risk of being heard and understood??? and what does each character's command of a given language say about their social status????? and do they think differently from one language to the other??????? LOVE it. love it to pieces.
First fandom you wrote for?
minecraft i think. i am a child of my era
Favorite fic you've written?
to date... posted it up a day or 2 ago. the canny observer will be able to sniff it out. but i'm not prepared to own it just yet god bless <3
runner-up goes to this one, 'the bridge of details'. i think it strikes the right balance of "warm & hopeful w/o being cloying"
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so like five years ago or something, (ugh, time), I started an epistolary fic for @pameluke that I have not updated in, well, several years. (brains! little fuckers are very uncooperative, what can I say?)
It subsequently became the most popular thing I've ever written by several of AO3's potential metrics, which is neat! But... pressure-ish? Regardless, it would be nice to actually, uh. Finish the damn thing someday.
And in the interests of getting the voices in my head to engage with it so I can finish, I am attempting to adapt some public workskins on ao3 into email & texting screens and I will (hopefully) be updating said fic with fun formatting whenever I do actually finish & post the last couple chapters.
BUT!
I have a visual/clarity question re: texts and group chats
Behind the cut for a slew of terrible screenshots! (In various zoom levels, so uh, apologies if you have to click on them to see wtf I'm trying to ask)
perhaps followed by a poll since I apparently have them now?!?
This is roughly what texting looks like currently, (and will still pretty much look if you turn off AO3 workskins and/or download the fic in an ebook format):
Now, the reason it says "Cat" on top, is because that's the contact name in the header of the phone screen, which currently looks like this:
Now, in the original draft Cat didn't say "Magnus" there, because his name was there in the label so I didn't need it. BUT, this is the first phone screen in the fic, so I figured I should include it for clarity.
Contextually, as the fic continues, I assume one will generally be able to tell who is texting whom, but I could, (even tho it would not be as phone-like) put in names so it's clearer:
which is also how I've been managing group-text/chat formats:
But it looks kind of weird when it's just two people talking back and forth. (It's not like my phone puts my name over my own texts, yk?)
Not having all the names might be confusing, but I CANNOT TELL ANYMORE? aesthetic vs clarity? SOMETHINGSOEMTHING?
The only real downside to just putting the names in is that it causes some weird spacing in the download/non-skin version, because the name tags are no longer visible but there is, afaik, no way to fit them in properly without leaving the space for them, if that makes sense:
ALTERNATIVELY, I could change the headers so they're informational rather than a visual part of the phone screen, for example, the first text up there would be something like "Magnus' Phone (texting Cat)" and then the group chats would be, idk, "Alec's Phone, The Hedge" etc. etc.
OR ALTERNATIVELY ALTERNATIVELY... I could do... something else that I haven't thought up yet? I guess? *shrug.emoji*
HELP ME TUMBLR, YOU'RE MY ONLY HOPE:
*for the options with a star, please do include suggestions as to how to accomplish that nonsense, k? 😅
With like, actual baby-steps, because I do not know what I'm doing. I was literally just trying to copypasta a skin and then I couldn't stop.
Like, sometimes the nametag on the right of the phone screen doesn't work and I haven't figured out why yet. I am having a similar problem with the phone screen headers not resizing on different screens, which is why they're not a contrasting color or bordered or anything at the moment, so you can't tell.
/It's still wrong though, and I know it, even if I can't see it. It's like my phone screen is judging me every time I look at them... 🤣🤣🤣
but regardless. If you've made it to the end of this post, I thank you. And I'm sorry?
Have a cookie: 🍪
#jilly spam#technical support#on the stuff that isn't writing#ao3 & css & graphic design oh my?#all things I know less than nothing about#whoops#iamforyoufic
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trying to finish my assessments, here's a random list of my thoughts:
(all of these occurred within a two and a half hour time period)
-staying up late on a school night is such a different vibe
-i miss my late 2022-early 2023 twst era
-i have the taste of fish and chips in my mouth
-*vivid imaginations of manila*
-i havent memorised my lines for drama yet
-*just reminiscing about my twst era*
-my nails are so amethio coded rn
-i blame my maths teacher from year 7 for the cause of covid
-i should work on my amemari fic instead of this
-where tf did all of my older moots go? after christmas and new year everyone disappeared. not rlly a bad thing, i just miss them since they were the main reasons why i posted shit here in the first place.
-chelsea's skinwalker dog
-SOLARIS IS ACTIVE AGAIN YAYAYAYAY!!! THEYRE A VOCALOID PRODUCER NOW WTF???? Damn, bros got their life sorted
-i should just drop out and become a vtuber. i already have the designs and model stuff for both anai and mari so what stopping me? i can earn more money if i work more shifts so money isnt a problem. agency, vshojo for sure. niji has become problematic
-arven....SHIT I HAVENT INTRODUCED MY ARVEN YUME YET. then again, i dont have a name for them. cant just call them mars and call it a day.
-potential names for my arven yume: aster. SOMEONE GIVE ME A NAME CUZ MARS AINT CUTTING IT
-amethio's boy lips
-i dont care about your stupid chia seeds wtf
-i should commission for another amemari piece
-FUCKING GENO BARS WHAT THE FUCK
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Not me coming up with another Gallavich fic based on the movie Heartbreakers.
I can't write it now.
Will I ever?
No damn clue.
Con artist Gallagher family, enough brothers and sisters to match any sexuality and marriage pairing.
Fiona and Ian just finished a con with a bisexual (insert wealthy job here) and she won in the divorce settlement after finding her new husband cheating on her with Ian.
Ian wanting to branch out more on his own, wanting to really stop the cons and do something else.
Ian goes behind the family's back to try and con a rich boat owner he sees when they get into Palm Springs and goes to wait for him at a bar.
Wealthy but chill ass Mickey owning a bar with Mandy and Iggy, after Terry leaves it to him when he dies.
Free to be himself Mickey sees a hot redhead enter the bar, after trying to determine his sexuality on looks alone he decides to say fuck it and go talk to him.
The redhead is distracted and tries to blow him off but Mickey's chill enough to give him shit right back. Something sparks in the redhead's eyes while they're talking, but then someone walks into the bar that Mickey recognizes from some bullshit magazine cover.
He watches from the bar as the redhead fails at flirting, even going as far as fake choking on an olive from a martini.
The dipshit guy is ignoring him and then Mickey notices he actually starts to choke, he goes to help and dislodges the olive.
Simultaneously Fiona is working a con and Ian is supposed to set up something to fuck up the dude's car and she calls him.
He gives Mickey a fuck you before leaving and hurries to set up the trap for Fiona's mark. He leaves something behind and the bar owner goes to chase after him and return it.
When he's pulled over to do this the bar owner sees that Ian's pulled over and gets out to help with his car and give back whatever he left behind. Ian tries to get him away but the bar owner is persistent in helping.
Ian sees headlights of Fiona's mark and decides to shove Mickey down into the ditch quickly rolling out of sight after him.
The mark hits the tire popping thingy.
Ian lands on top of Mickey and they kiss.
Shit happens with Fiona and her mark.
Ian runs away.
Next morning he realizes he left whatever he left with Mickey again and he goes to the bar.
"Give me my (idfk) back asshole."
"That's not what you say, now how about you leave and come back in and try it again?"
"You stole (whatever) so i'd have to come in here and see your ugly ass face again."
"No you left your (wtf) for the second time after pushing me down a hill and leaving me stranded"
"give it back, or do you want me to shove my boot up your ass?"
"How'd you know I'm into that?"
blah blah rest of movie.
I could also see it work with Ian as the bar owner and the Milkoviches doing the conning, but there isn't another sister to take down the straights, oh I guess Sandy could.
Well reverse everything I said then and make the Milkoviches the con artists and the Gallaghers the bar owners.
Though I do like Mickey delivering the line about liking things in his ass.
#gallavich#shameless#mickey milkovich#ian gallagher#gallavich fanfic#will i write this? who the fuck knows#but I'll put it in my ever expanding gallavich fics to write notes#which reminds me i need to keep writing#ugh
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OH G9D IM ALREAYD AT THIS CHAPTER?@,$$(#;$?= IM ABOUT TO GO YO WORK I CANT REAF THIS NOW WELPDJFGKF
OH GODDD DBRTMLSJFTKFM
At least im prepared for it this time o7
30 mins... is that enough time for me to emotionally kill myself and then come back again
God can u imagine seeing these sketches irl?? Like if hats became a film and we got to see the sketchbook?? Rahhhs
Ooohhh i can imagine the cover of the book being one of tommys sketches omg...
IM GONNA CRYY THEYRE ALL SO SWEET SOBS
I really reallyyy wanna read the phil scene but that scene would be sm better reading in bed and the whole point of me rereading the whole fic was so i could get the proper emotional experience FJFKFK
I will be patient o7
Okay im finally home
Much later than i was expecting bc i ended up going out for drinks with my friend (first time I ever had a margarita... holyshit it was so good wtf) but im still committed to finishing hats tonight
IM IN THE MOOD FOR ANGSTT
I put on my angst playlist without even realizing it bc it's really good background musicdjfkfkd im really picky w what music i play while reading (i find it hard to focus) but i have this one playlist that works Really Well... it also is just jam packed with a bunch of highly emotional songs that make the entire scene sn more painful...
Perfect :D
OH GOD IM NOT READY OH GOD OH FUCK
LMFAOFJFJF awww
Smol tommy:(( eueueu
IM GONNA SCREAM AAAAA ADBFNFJEJFK
OOOHHH FUVJKJSJFKFIDJFJF
FAVOURITES ALBUM .
IM SO ILL IM SOOO ILL I AM NOT OKAY I AM NOTTYISUEOFODHSIDH EXPLODES
CRIES
WAILS
OOUHHH MYG FOSODHSKGJDBD OHMGYDOHOGMHUDPHMYGODU LGHD
Hand over mouth i am so not okay tears in my eyes heart is cracking into tiny little pieces
AAAAAAAAAAAAA IM GOING TO CRYYYYYYY AAAAAAA IM CRYING ACTUALLY FCJGKHKGKG FUCKKK THIS HURTS SO BAD BUT ITS SO GOOD I LVOE THIS FIC SO MUCH OHNKUHDO:((( I CANT DO THIS
I'd love to see these sketches irl they're so specific in my head rahhh I just can't draw for shit 😭
margaritas are very good I especially love strawberry margaritas
this chapter was so intense to write. I knew how I wanted that confrontation scene to go down but I still got so swept up in the emotions of it all and was trying to balance the dialogue and narration so carefully. the 'he hated-' bit especially was really hard to get just right but I'm so so proud of how it turned out
I'm also rereading this chapter a bit so I can get context for your messages and damn that last line. forgot I wrote that I'm proud of myself lol
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okay first of all how does anyone bear to do asks i need to keep switching between two tabs trying to figure out what questions i'm trying to ask, there's got to be an easier way-- BUT right, Behind the Scenes asks: 1, 5, 12, 18 PLEASE, and 23. (PS am i supposed to ask so many? prob not. screw it, i'm greedy (PPS am i supposed to be anon rn idk if that's correct etiquette)) THANKS!
I jot the numbers down somewhere if I'm getting overwhelmed. You did great though! And no, there is no etiquette on how many to ask, don't worry. If there's a double I'll just send you to the other ask. More means I get to talk about fic more, which is great! :3
What was the first fandom and/or pairing that you wrote fic for?
Star Wars, Thrawn x OC. I was pretty sauced. I think I have some great moments in there, and I was free to create all the banter I wanted, etc. But it suffers a LOT from me being completely new to multi chapter work. I go into meandering tengeants and don't know when to stop on the world building. It had its fans and really dragged me into the whole fanfic universe though. Maybe one day I'll finish it, but I had no idea which way to go. I feel like I wrote myself in a corner, somewhat haha
5. What is the perfect environment for you to write in?
I don't mind loud spaces like cafes or pubs, so long as the music isn't obnoxious and I can hear my own. I just like places where nobody is going to come to me to interrupt me. Sadly I live and work in a backpacker hostel, meaning I have 50 odd housemates at any given time, without counting the 250 guests. I get interrupted a LOT.
So right now, hidden in my bed or hunkering down at my fav cafe, would be my answer.
12. Is there a trope you haven’t written yet but really want to?
Yes! There's this Tarkin & Ahsoka fic I mentioned in this ask. It focuses on the amnesia trope. I really, really like to write sort of mind fucky things from character PoV. So Tarkin struggling with shattered memories and having to rebuild himself while trusting this total stranger… Hard. Especially when WE all know she's lying to him to try and use him for her side, because the rebellion just needs the help that badly.
I do need to make better research on real amnesia before I apply scifi logic to it... And I need to not be hyperfixation on Quaritch's blue ass. His own trope scratches a similar itch, since he's a clone with implanted memories. So identity crisis as well...
18. What is a line/scene you’re really proud of? Give us the DVD commentary for that scene.
OK ok I have this entry from my Hannibal ficlets that focuses on a secret inside the "mind palace" Hannibal Lecter has. I've read all three relevant Hannibal books, watched the films, all TV series… And then I read the book Piranesi by Susanna Clarke. It's excellent and I recommend it.
It focuses on a man living inside an enormous house that has three levels going in all directions, with clouds in the top level and a sea with rushing tides in the bottom. There are statues everywhere… And birds… And it's very WTF and it takes you a long time to understand what's going on. It's in this man's pov too which thickens the mystery.
I love the works of Piranesi. He's an italian architect and archaelogist who once got sick. 22 yo and delirious with fever, he sketched a series of 'infinite prisons' which you can see here!
So I'm writing this tiny daily ficlet, trying to stick as close to 200 words as I can, and I was folding myself into a piranesian pretzel trying to FIT THE DAMN EXPRESSION in. Making Hannibal's mind palace into a piranesian thing.
There is a corner of his mind always plagued by snow.
It is a torturous journey there, through labyrinthine passages, down echoing stairwells and across bridges arcing over the piranesian landscape of his palace. It is easy to lose one's way, to be distracted by the vaulted ceilings of a chapel, the confines of well used hideouts, or the familiar outlines of his Baltimore office. But if he keeps walking, fingers brushing against all the door-frames of all the halls of his mind, eventually they alight on damp wood, cold and brittle.
[he's off to visit his baby sister, who he keeps in there. He was forced to eat her by soldiers as a child, yeah it's dark]
23. If you had to remix one of your own fics, which would it be and how would you remix it?
I'm not super hung up on this idea. I write and move on. I have 151 works currently and I've been on ao3 for not even 3 years. So as you can imagine I have a tendency to create a new work rather than worry about remixing.
This being said I'd probably completely retool my very first fic, as per answer 1. I'd change the OC, shorten the plot by A LOT, get the action started sooner, completely drop a lot of worldbuilding… It's a slog, which can be very sweet in a fanfic when you're enjoying the slog content, but dear lord, it makes for awkward re-reading.
I'd make the OC an alien instead of a human raised by aliens. Too much going on.
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