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Women In Young Adult Literature

This Wednesday we’re celebrating the social, economic, cultural and political achievements of women on International Women’s Day. I’d like to use that as an opportunity to talk about a few of my favorite female characters in Young Adult books. Careful if you haven’t read these books because of possible spoilers.

Cather Avery (Fangirl)

Cather Avery and her twin sister Wren are starting college and Wren has announced she wants to discover college on her own, leaving an introvert Cath hiding out in her dorm, writing fan fiction. I really liked that Fangirl was about Cath as a character at first and everything else second. Cath is shy and introvert but she’s also sure of who she is and isn’t ashamed of that.

Madeline Whittier (Everything Everything)

Madeline has a rare illness which prevents her from leaving her house, but Maddy is a happy teenage girl. She reads a lot, takes classes online, has a friend in the form of her nurse. Despite the fact that she was missing out on so much in her life, she keeps being optimistic. It is impossible not to like her. Of course, she was also moody and curious. This curiosity eventually leads her to uncover a secret that will change everything for her.

Glory O’Brien (Glory O’Brien’s History of the Future)

One evening Glory and her best friend mix up beer with the remains of a bat (that is as weird as it sounds). Next thing they know they can see people’s pasts and futures. Glory becomes obsessed with the second civil war and decided to write down every piece of information she gathers from seeing people’s futures. I loved how Glory handled seeing the future. She questioned everything in her past and present; her future, the strange hippie community across the street and especially her mother’s suicide and what I means for her.

Rose Hathaway (Vampire Academy-series)

Rose Hathaway is a Dhampir and thus fated to guard a Moroi. She’s determined to protect her best friend Lissa, a royal Moroi. Rose is sarcastic and insubordinate but she is fiercely loyal to Lissa. Over the course of the series Rose loves and loses Dimitri. The loss of him puts her friendship with Lissa and even her life at stake.

Mara Dyer (Mara Dyer trilogy and upcoming Shaw Confessions)

She has to power to kill people with a thought, but is she a villain? Throughout this trilogy, Mara tries to figure out what is happening with her. She means no harm, but around her people start dying under strange circumstances. She tries to understand her powers and is put in dangerous situations because of it. To get herself out of these situations she must use her power and questions who she is when she does.

Gwendolyn Shepard (Ruby Red)

Kerstin Gier gives us curious and funny heroines. These characteristics often put them in complicated situations. Take Gwendolyn, (Gwyneth in the US/UK editions) for example. She can travel through time but it isn’t nearly as fun as it sounds. She always taught her cousin would inherit the time travel gene, she isn’t ready to fulfill tasks that would take her across time. Yet, Gwendolyn uncovers the truth and stands her ground while taking on an ancient organization.

Shahrzad Al-Khayzuran (The Wrath and the Dawn)

She marries the Caliph, not to love him and be his bride, but to kill him. Khalid has had countless wives and has killed every one of them, including her best friend. But when Shahrzad finds out her husband is cursed she takes it upon herself to save him and their people. Shahrzad can come across as spoiled, but she also doesn’t take shit from anyone and doesn’t like to be told what to do.

Inej Ghafa & Nina Zenik (Six Of Crows)

Inej can climb the most impossible buildings. She grew up with loving parents but was separated from them and sold to a brothel. Her time there still causes her anxiety. Nina was a member of the second army in the Ravkan war. She’s a heartrender. Nina loves her power, she loves food and she loves Matthias, who is supposed to be her enemy, and she knows he loves her too. Nina is determined to show him Grisha aren’t evil like he has been told, to not only accept her but her kind as well. Inej and Nina are just as much a part of The Dregs as the boys and just as important for their mission.

Kestrel Trajan (The Winner’s trilogy)

As the general’s daughter Kestrel knows politics very well. She has always had a privileged life. When Valorians and Herrani’s go to war, Kestrel is put in a difficult position. Her people are in the wrong, but they are her people. Arin isn’t one of them. He’s her slave, the boy she’s in love with. She has to help his people. Kestrel is often put before terrible options but they are her only options and what do you choose when the outcome is bound to be horrible either way?

Verity (Code name Verity)

“Kiss me, Hardy. Kiss me, quick!” Well, if this book didn’t destroy me. Verity is captured by Nazi’s and tortured until she agrees to write down everything she knows - everything. The first half of the book is her confession, the second half is told from her best friend’s POV. Maddie and Verity are major friendship goals. Their story was so inspiring and completely heartbreaking at the same time.

Bianca (The DUFF)

The Designated Ugly Fat Friend is what Robbie calls Bianca, explaining that it isn’t a bad thing, but it’s a fact. Bianca tries to not let this bother her, but it does. She is the DUFF. Despite the fact that he hates Robbie the two of them start a friends-with-benefits relation, except for the “friends” part because they hate each other. The book discusses many others topics, such as friendship, neglect, alcoholism and divorce. Bianca uses the words ‘slut’ and ‘whore’ a lot throughout the book. In the end, she comes to a nice conclusion about these labels and ultimately it’s a good message. I would also recommend Kody’s other YA novels.

Linh Cinder (Cinder)

So far I’ve only read the first book in the Lunar Chronicles series, but it was enough to see that Cinder is bad-ass. She’s funny and sassy and the best mechanic in New Beijing. Instead of going to the Prince’ ball she’d rather use that opportunity to elope from her evil guardian. Things don’t go as planned when it’s discovered that Cinder is a Lunar, that she has powers, and that if the Lunar queen finds out, she will take Cinder to Luna and most likely kill her.

Enrique’s recommended cartoon list

The Amazing World of Gumball

A love letter to animation through and through! Using CGI, traditional animation, flash, stop motion, puppets, clay animation, among others, a show solely created to exploit and push the possibilities this wonderful medium offers, with top-notch tongue-in-cheek humor alongside more slapstick one, that can give you very emotional moments when it sets itself to do so in ways that never feel manipulative, the best from both Europe and America.

Courage the Cowardly Dog

Like Gumball, another love letter to animation, but with the added bonus that it’s also a love letter to classic horror films; very surreal, experimental at times, with a writing that can take you anywhere, from scaring the shit out of you, leave you uneasy, leave you uncomfortable, to just downright bittersweet feelings that never once feel forced or hamfisted, the only Cartoon Network show that has ever been nominated to an Oscar. 

Ed, Edd & Eddy

It’s surreal as fuck and it captures the feel of the old, golden era shows from the 30′s and 40′s, plus it has the best ending of a cartoon I’ve ever seen.

Harvey Beaks

It’s cute, it’s uniquely animated, it’s chock full of great characters, and it will constantly remind you of how great it was being a kid; plus, it has the thirstiest, gayest fucking bunny rabbit you’ll ever see, and you will love every second of his appearances. It’s the purest cartoon you’ll ever get to see!

King of the Hill

Relatable characters, relatable storylines, absurd situations that nevertheless always feel real enough, an MC that couldn’t be more different than us, and yet we one way or the other end up identifying with, one fo the very few adult cartoons that don’t have to rely on violence or sex to convey a mature feeling.

Star vs the Forces of Evil

Basically, america taking the magical girls genre from Japan, and just doing it right. The animation goes to shit around mid-season 1, but it recovers in season 2, the writing, however, just improves. One of the very few shows to pull off romance right, and with a constant knack at game-changing events after each season, a true example of how to do overarching plots that actually respect the audience. 

Rick and Morty

Basically everything Futurama ever wanted to be: A love letter to sci fi, with dark yet compelling storylines that are always fun as fuck, fundamentally broken characters that continually evolve without losing their essences, gracious violence, lack of reliance on tired tropes, and surprisingly emotional moments that never feel out of place nor forced. 

Golan the Insatiable.

Uniquely animated, with a very bizarre, borderline ADHD writing that nonetheless always keeps it entertaining, a pity it’s so short.

Samurai Jack

While the current season is the best animated series I’ve ever seen period, the older seasons are just a great, if much more lighthearted and a bit unfocused (mostly due to the old setup of stand-alone episodes), and while it’s true you can watch the new episodes without watching the older ones, as the season has been designed to be enjoyed like that, you can get a much better view of Jack and his current struggles by knowing what he already went through and how he used to tackle his old challenges, which makes the new ones much more striking.

Edit: Having finished season 5, I must say, the first half is still the best animated series I’ve seen period, the second, however, now belongs in the mentions with an *.

Wander Over Yonder

The closest we got to a return of the old slapstick-era cartoons of the golden age, at first a bit superficial, but as the series progresses you learn to love all of its characters, which all go through their own character arcs, alongside a big overarching plot that spans the entire second season, with an excellent ending worthy of its legacy. 

The Grim Adventures of Billy and Mandy

An everpresent dark humor that never takes itself too seriously, broken unlikable characters you will learn to love, a constant improvement in the animation as the show moves forward, an expanded secondary cast that help bring a breath of fresh air to the formula, and just plain awesome movies and crossovers. 


A completely slice of life show that just works! Sure, the MC can get annoying, and the first season relies too heavily on gross-out humor, but from the second season the show finds its footing, with characters that are just filled with personality, settings that vary from mundane to just complete bizarre and yet always feel like part of the same universe, and plots that just serve to remind you how it felt to be a kid. Plus, there’s a teacher character that’s completely broken, and yet she always ends up being the most competent character of them all!

And finally, special mentions with a big asterisk:

The Loud House

At its core, it’s a great, unique show with a diverse cast of characters and an interesting animation that while simplistic, has a ton of charm, and when its properly exploited, is fun as hell, but sadly, more often that not it falls into old, tired tropes, making it a frustrating chore to watch, and so far those episodes outnumber the good ones, so it’s still a mixed bag.

Gravity Falls

Everyone and their mom will tell you this is the greatest cartoon ever made, but once you disregard the “muh deepest lore” and “muh mysteries”, it kinda falls apart, mainly due to an overfocus on the first MC, Dipper, heavily distracting from most of the lore in many episodes, the complete flanderization of the second MC, Mabel, originally a great character with tons of charm that eventually devolves into a selfish bastard that never learns from her mistakes or faces consequences for her actions, and finally, a lackluster second half of the final season that kinda throws away all the build-up lore and mysteries. 

Phineas and Ferb

Great songs, great characters, very creative settings, and a fucking Top Gear’s trio cameo! But man if the formula just gets old, some of the songs are just god-awful, and many neat concepts and characters get terribly underused in favor of the same old tropes. Plus the simplistic designs of the main characters tend to clash a lot with the more polished ones found in later seasons. 

Shiro/Matt Fic Recs

Cardboard Castles by Agapostemon   // 35k (series, WIP)

A Very Original Modern AUTM. Mostly Shiro-centric. Lots of fluff (mostly platonic). Lots of mental illness feels. Lots of suffering, but always happy endings.

Keith has BPD. Shiro and Matt have PTSD. Lots of Broganes. A bunch of dorky engineers being dorky. Eventual Klance. Slow burn Shiro/Matt. Like… really, really slow. Like nine years worth of slow.

ok,,, this is like my fave series ever,,, shatt is in it but not a huge part of it (in the last fic it is) but its so goOD 

take my hand, take my whole life too by AlwaysRain // 32.5k (multi-chapter; WIP)

“Matt… can you not remember?”

Shiro can hear his own heartbeat in the long silence that follows. It seems like Matt isn’t going to answer, but then he does- so quietly that Shiro can barely hear his voice rasping with disuse.

“… I don’t know where I am.”

Pure angst and i love it. theres aftermath of torture and future butt stuff so u are warned

Like Rubidium and Water by firepaladins // 6.8k (one shot)

“Hey, have you ever seen what happens when you put rubidium in water?” 

SOME GOOD OLD SCHOOL AU where shiro is a jock and matt is a mad scientist, aka he likes blowing shit up.

thats some gay shit by solllys // 16.6k (multi-chapter)

pidge: lance is a harlot
pidge: but he’s our harlot and we love him
lance: i cant believe youre calling me a slut
keithkogay: when the shoe fits
lance: go away emo hermit
keithkogay: no im taking you to walmart get down here you fucking twink

THIS IS SO FUNNY i love text based fics, but this is mostly klance but shatt is in it and its cuter than a baby with a puppy. as u can read from the description, bad words are used ALOT u have been warned

Pardon Me byeso (cazzy) // 2.7k (oneshot)

“Wait,” Lance says, scrambling on the couch until he’s sitting up. “I do have questions about the derivatives, but I’m dying to hear more about this barista that swept you off your feet!”

“You already know everything,” Shiro sighs, moving to pack up his laptop and textbook. “He works at Castle of Lions and we’ve talked a grand total of three times.”

YALL…. pining shiro is great this fic is so sweet and short but i still love it

Love and Other Questions by squirenonny // 43.3k (multichapter; WIP)

One week after news of the Kerberos disaster broke, Pidge receives a new Mark–proof that Matt is still alive. She breaks into the Garrison to find him, only to find herself caught up in the fight for the fate of the universe.

Keith keeps his arms covered so he doesn’t have to watch Shiro’s scars compounding on his skin–but doing so means cutting off contact with his romantic soulmate, who greets him each morning with a new (and terrible) pickup line.

Shiro and Matt thought they were the luckiest people alive when they found out they were going to Kerberos together. But Shiro hasn’t seen Matt’s untidy scrawl on his arm in almost a year, and he has no idea if his soulmate is even still alive.

[Canonverse Soulmate AU with romantic and platonic soulmates (and some gray areas in between)]

im crying,,, this is angsty as heck and is sad but its so good,,,, pls read it. klance is also in this

Holy Shattrimonyby Ikira // 14k (Series; WIP)

Shiro just thought that he was helping Matt out, keeping him safe while they were prisoners, making sure he had enough to eat, that kind of thing. The other alien prisoners, however, see it in a slightly different light. Congrats, Matt and Shiro, you officially just got space-hitched!

this is also a really good series and just… matt and shiro get space married and cute things. smut in the last part of the last fic and skippable

The Trials and Tribulations of Matthew Holt by herekittie // 15k (multi-chapter)

“Takashi Shirogane is my pilot,” he said, voice flat and monotone. “Takashi Shirogane is my pilot, Katie. Takashi Shirogane.”


As if someone had flipped a switch, Matt freaked out in a burst of emotion, nearly knocking his head into Katie’s nose when he turned. “Takashi Shirogane, Katie. The Garrison darling! He holds all the records! All of them! Fastest stimulation time, youngest instructor, most liked instructor, and. And.” He looked down at his phone again.

“Right,” Katie said, drawing the word out. “Your crush.”

“Yes,” Matt replied. “My crush.”

A 5+1 thing that started as ‘times Samuel Holt interrupted Matt and Shiro’ but eventually became 'times Matt falls in love with Shiro’

god i love sam holt as much as he loves his peas,,,,, but dang this is cute and i can RELATE TO MATT LOL

ill be adding more to my list if i have time but!!! these are my current fave shatt fics (that i could pull outta my ass in like 10 minutes) but i always want more to read and add to my list!!! 


12x10 - “Pterodactyl Screeching into the void” - Part 1

My title is borrowed from @postmodernmulticoloredcloak comment on my crazy blogging after first watching this episode earlier. I feel like it is a fitting title for how this episode made me feel. To clarify, these are very very happy pterodactyls.

Steve Yokey wrote this episode and he appears to have well and truly taken up the gap left when Robbie Thompson sadly left the show. In fact this episode to me channels the ghost of Robbie in many different ways. From the fanfiction-esque moments of poor suffering third wheel Sam, to the meta nod to Charlie Bradbury, there is much of Robbie to be found here. Basically, it was bloody perfect.

I feel like there is so much to talk about in this episode that fandom will be chewing on it for months if not years to come. Yokey has picked up the characterisations brilliantly, and seems to have an understanding of what the fandom desperately craves in terms of Castiel, his character, his personality and his development. I adored his sass in this episode. Some other writers *cough*bucklemming*cough* struggle to really capture Castiel’s sass and humour. Showing their lack of understanding of Castiel’s persona and his intelligence and instead writing him in a way that is jarring and sometimes basically stupid. Castiel is far from stupid. In this episode he was written perfectly, in a way I haven’t seen since Edlund’s time. Is that a sweeping statement? Maybe. But I’m still riding my high so let me have it this time.

This episode gave us three of my favourite things. Badass and Sassy Castiel, Overprotective grumpy husband Dean, and poor long suffering brother Sam. (baring in mind this is how they are usually written in fanfiction nowadays this is exactly my jam and I am so so happy to see it play out on screen. Seriously who sold their soul to Crowley for this episode?)

This review will also be in two parts. Because I have so freaking much to say about it.

The first part will focus on destiel, the second on everything else including Castiel’s emotional arc (as separate from destiel), his relationships with angels, angels and gender and Lily Sunder’s character.


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Writing Series #6: Worldbuilding

When I went to speak with a group of high school writers (the event that prompted this “series”,  almost all of them asked me about “worldbuilding.” Wikipedia defines worldbuilding as “the process of constructing an imaginary world, sometimes associated with a whole fictional universe;” I define it as that thing I always forget to do. 

Worldbuilding is particularly important if you write fantasy because in a completely made up universe, everything is up to you: there are no pre-established rules. You event the landscape, the towns, the people, the hierarchies, the leadership. You are god. 

But for all of the realistic fiction writers out there, world building is a little different. It’s certainly less overwhelming, definitely takes less memorization, but it does have more rules. The question I always find myself asking is: do I base this story in a real town, or do I make it up?

What I’ve found to be the best solution is a mix of both: I choose a town I am familiar with, and I base my “fake town” off of it. This means I can add in a grocery store that doesn’t exist, a local pool that was never built, and, of course, if I want to talk about how terrible a place is, I don’t have to defame a real location. 

The advice “write what you know” is probably the most prominent in settings, which is why it’s so common to find all of an author’s books set in the same location (or coincidentally in all the different locations that author has lived in throughout their life). The way I see it, there are so many other things I need to keep track of (like character arcs, plots, actually writing) that I don’t have the patience to also research and learn new places, but for some writers, this is the best part, the chance to escape the place they know and go anywhere in the world via their writing. 

If you fall into this second category, here are a few rules of thumb:

  • Just because a place is “foreign” to you, does not mean it is to everyone, so please don’t treat your setting (especially if it’s in a different country) as “exotic” (as this can often come across as a fetishization of a race, people, culture, or land). It’s also, frankly, just less realistic. If your character lives in that place you desperately want to live in, they’re not going to see it every day with the wide eyes and fascination that you, the author, have. They’re going to complain that the drug store on the corner isn’t open and bitch about the weather. (This is different, of course, if your character is a newbie in this land and visiting, if they are seeing it for the first time; then the wonder and first impressions are valid to express.)
  • It might help to get a map. Finding a city website will also help (there you’ll find information about parks and rec, town history, libraries, public buildings, etc.). But being able to actually visualize the place will you allow to drop your character into that setting with a better idea of what will really be surrounding them. If you can visit the place even better! But what’s important is to get a street view one way or another, an idea of what it looks like to the left, right, forward, and back of where your character will be standing. Will they see hills on the horizon, just above the buildings’ tops? Is there a skyline? Is the air cool or muggy? What amenities does the town have? What is the wild life like? (Don’t write a squirrel into the scene, for example if there aren’t any in that climate.) 
  • Don’t let the setting hold you back. If there is no city on Earth that has everything in it that you need for your story to take place, it’s okay to make a place up. Just make sure that place has its own set of rules that make sense and add up logically (don’t say it’s a town of 300 people and then give it a strip mall, for example–that sort of thing would never be built for that population).
  • Keep track of your location! Whether your setting is real or made up (in which case you should keep a folder of your notes and maybe a hand drawn map), you should have something (a map, a list of places, a picture, etc.) to refer back to while writing. In order to keep the surroundings consistent, I find myself constantly scrolling up to an earlier moment in the story; I can never remember if I made the local park have a purple slide or blue. It sounds silly, but it’s all in the details, and the more accessible you can make this information, the easier a time you’ll have later (and the less time you’ll spend editing).

To all the writers out there: how do you figure out your setting and what are you tips for keeping things consistent and realistic throughout a larger work?

Feel free to add to this post or submit your own advice to share with your fellow writers at

It’s Okay, I Wouldn’t Remember Me Either

Shiro remembers that he and Keith were together pre-Kerberos. Confessions ensue. On AO3: [x]

“End training sequence.”

Shiro’s command echoes off the walls of the training deck. The training bot, caught in a sweeping gesture as it pivots to strike Keith across the middle, stutters on a half-step and powers off with a “clink” of joints. Keith startles, poised to meet the bot’s blow, and watches as the bot’s blue eye fades to an offline grey.

Keith turns to the door of the training deck, ready to ask Shiro why he had terminated the program—only for his heart to drop down to his boots. Shiro stands hunched in the doorway, dressed in his ruffled civilian clothes, his cheeks red like he’s run all the way from his quarters.

“Shiro?” Keith ventures. His Bayard fizzes back into its sheathed form.  

Shiro doesn’t explain right away. He takes a moment to find his breath, turning the words over in his mouth before he says them.

“I—just remembered. Our time at the Garrison.”

Keith’s throat goes dry. The floor seems to tilt under his feet.

Shiro meets Keith’s eyes with a dejected expression.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asks.

Keith forces himself to take a deep breath. His chest feels too tight, like something has reached out and wrapped a fist around his ribcage. “It was…never the right time, you know?”

It’s a flimsy excuse; a gentle fiction. Shiro tears his eyes from Keith’s, betrayed. He looks to the far wall as though the answers are written there. His flesh hand twitches once by his side. Keith feels his own fingers start to curl towards his hip. He thinks back to the Garrison, and he can almost feel Shiro’s warm palm against his. Shiro’s hands had been soft back then, Keith’s worn from years of desert life. Shiro hasn’t let Keith touch his bare hand since their reunion on Earth, and Keith wonders how the new scars would feel against his skin.

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1. Carousel Part 1 

Summary- Your 6 months summer program in NYADA definitely paid off since you ended up getting casted for the second season of Riverdale. Getting casted in the same show with your celebrity crush is something most fangirls dream of. Let’s find out how this one escalates :) 

 2. Carousel Part 2 

SUMMARY: Your second day in the set of Riverdale. How your friendship with the cast escalates, even more so- your crush on Cole. 

 3. Carousel Part 3 

SUMMARY- Your first Dinner date with Cole. How your bond with him escalates <3 A pleasant surprise at the end!! 

4. Carousel Part 4

SUMMARY: It’s the last day of shooting. You’re very excited to see Cole, especially after what happened the other night. However, he starts acting differently towards you. When you find out the reason why, your heart breaks.

 5. Carousel Part 5 

SUMMARY: Tomorrow’s the Grand Premiere of Riverdale Season Two Trailer. Although you’re excited to see yourself in the big screen for the first time, you’re also let down by the thought of seeing Cole and Lili together. During the premiere, Cole finally confronts you and turn the tables once and for all. 

6. Carousel Part 6 

SUMMARY: The aftermath after Cole kisses you infront of hundreds. 

 7. The Flood Request- 

@blossomwithcooper: Can you do a Jughead x reader where the reader is a younger sister of the Blossom twins (she is a sophomore and friends with the core 4.) Anyway she is dating Jughead and is her anxiety disorder gets the best of her and goes to Sweetwater River to do what Cheryl did in the finale and her friends save her?

8.Young: Part 1

Summary: Word on the block goes Cole is returning to his old boarding school to prepare himself for a role in his upcoming movie. Psst, and he’s bringing along a special friend. Eveyrbody is excited to have him back, except for a certain (Y/n). You’re sure as hell not excited to see your first love walk through those door again.

9. Young: Part 2

Summary: Your first encounter with Cole since he came. An emotional roller coaster ride follows after he asks another girl to dance.

10.Young: Part 3

SUMMARY: Cole’s peace of mind is disturbed as he wonders why you’re acting so differently these days. He starts hinting Jealousy as you spend more time with KJ and not with him. Also, Kate spills some tea you didn’t want ! The ending will leave you bawling ;)

11. Young: Final Chapter

SUMMARY: After running away from the emotional scene the other night, and ignoring Cole ever since then, The Annual Ball couldn’t have been a more perfect opportunity for Cole to finally confront you.

12. Of Coffees in Summer

Summary :REQUEST: @desicookie - Hey Can you write an imagine where the reader works at a coffee shop, near the riverdale shooting destination and cole comes their frequently. Because he loves seeing the reader, also something where the reader loves talking to cole whenever he comes?

13. Stay: Texts

Summary :You’ve been dating Cole for over a year now. Ever since he joined Riverdale, his producers have made it very clear that he and Lili should publicise their affections, although it meant nothing, since there were heaps of Bughead shippers. For a long time you were okay with it because you knew Cole loved you. But lately, Cole has been missing a lot of dinner dates and his PDA with Lili has been getting way out of hand. Earlier this evening you stormed off from a Riverdale party because the agents made Cole kiss Lili , on her cheeks, for the cameras. You don’t know how long you can keep doing this. You don’t want to bombard his career because you know how much acting means to him. You finally decide that the best thing for the both of you would be to call it off.


14. British Puns and Greasy Hair: Part 1 ( Cole Sprouse X Reader X Tom Holland)

Summary : Cole and (Y/n) has reportedly broken up amid rumours Cole had been cheating on (Y/n) with co-star Lili Reinhart. Both Cole and (Y/n) play major roles in the hit CW series Riverdale. Sources have confirmed that neither Cole nor (Y/n), or even Lili for that matter, will be leaving the show despite the brutal tension, especially for (Y/n). The Riverdale cast will soon be shooting the third edition of the hit series with a new actor joining them this season- Tom Holland

15. British Puns and Greasy Hair: Part 2 ( Cole Sprouse X Reader X Tom Holland)

SUMMARY:  First day in set with fresh-face Tom and stone-cold Cole. Read about how Tom dilutes you in his terrible jokes while Cole finally confronts you

16. British Puns and Greasy Hair: Part 3 ( Cole Sprouse X Reader X Tom Holland)

SUMMARY: You’re off to a breathtaking island with the entire crew to shoot more segments of the show, including a kissing scene with Tom himself! Cole can’t seem to get his mind off you while Tom has you giddy everytime he’s around.

17.British Puns and Greasy Hair : Final Chapter

SUMMARY : (Y/N) finally decides which she likes better- British puns or Greasy Hair.

44335557! (29- Finale)

Do not reuse, edit or copy and of my work(s). ©
The final chapter to this series, Enjoy :)

A fanfic for a more Mature audience due to violence and language. Read at your own risk :)

Themes=😖,🌟,💣,🎭 ,. (☠️- Harm towards characters, Strong language, Mention of drugs and Adult themes.)

Summary: Your group of friends have gotten on well for years, but what happens when a divide is caused by joining the wrong people? School AU
OT5- Baekhyun, Sehun, Jongdae, Minseok and Chanyeol.

Word Count: 3,194

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20 Part 21 Part 22 Part 23 Part 24 Part 25 Part 26 Part 27 Part 28

Thanks for reading this ridiculously long series which was originally only supposed to have 20 parts. I hope you enjoyed it, please leave you comments behind :)

“Chanyeol’s house now!”

A message came through as you stared angrily down at your phone; you were currently sitting on your bed, a warm blanket draped over your body whilst drinking an extremely hot cup of cocoa after receiving an ear full from your mother for an hour straight. You were in no mood to get up from your bed and go to the toilet, let alone go to Chanyeol’s house. You had so many thoughts buzzing through your head, so many things had happened to you, things you had never imagined to be possible yet here you were quivering on your bed from shock and anxiety, you were sure that after the semester you had you were going to need help. Your phone buzzed again as you looked down at it once more.

“It’s urgent, we all need to clear shit up. Baekhyun video call us.”

You sighed as you placed your mug of cocoa down on the table beside you and slowly rose from your bed. You weren’t ready to face everyone now, or step inside Chanyeol’s house for that matter but it was better to get all of this out of the way so that you could properly focus on healing. You slipped into your trainers and pulled an old coat over your tracksuit before slipping silently out of the house.

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Mob Psycho 100 Fanfiction Masterpost: Gen Edition

Fanfics with no sexual or romantic relationships. 

They are all for either teen and up or general audiences.

If you feel like there is a work that belongs on this list that isn’t on it, please let me know. If there is a work on this list that makes you uncomfortable for any reason, please let me know and I’ll take it off the list.

This one got really long, but there’s a lot of good fics on it, so give it a look! Featering Lulatic, dyingplatypus, warfare, and honestly these are all good authors and good fics. Make sure to leave kudos and reviews!

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Request: You would do one where the reader as a child was Pennywise’s friend (from age 6 to age 13) but does she have to move like that leaving him behind? But then years later (with the reader around her 22 or 23 years now a successful horror writer) she goes back to the city trying to find out if Penny was real or not and wanting to write a book about him? With smut please? sorry for the bas english is not my first language :3

A/N: Sorry this took me so long to do. I was meaning to knock my requests out all at once, but I just haven’t had the time. Anyway, hope you enjoy :) I also changed it around a bit because Pennywise can’t stay awake for that long before going back down, thus being that he would have only been her friend since age 6-7, almost 8 before going into his long rest. When she comes back she’s now in her early thirtees. (also ah sorry if there are mistakes I needed to hurry)

Word Count: 3.1 K +

Warning: Smut

The machine beeped at you. Giving the okay to take another step forward in order to be patted down. Your bags already through the checking station, your eyes traveled over the people in line behind you. As if locked in a trance, you took a deep breath. 

“Miss?” The security woman snapped at you, probably calling that word for the fifth time, as she looked terribly annoyed by the time you looked at her. 

“Oh-Sorry.” You gave a shaky laugh. Moving closer to her and then feeling her metal detector over your thighs and pockets. Her hands searching your waist before she patted your back. 

“You’re all good.” 

“Thank you.” Reaching towards your bag-the only one you bought before the trip, the weight pulling on your shoulder. Your older hand coming to the strap while you tightened your grip on your passport. Holding it close so no one got the idea of taking it from you. 

The terminal was barely one hundred feet away, your footsteps echoing and clicking across the tile while you passed the line of shops. You were early, your flight to Derry about twenty minutes away from boarding. The wing still blocked off and forcing people to wait, sitting on the uncomfortable chairs stained with whatever that was. Vomit? Orange juice? You sniffed the air, turning your head to the coffee stand, where you caught three teenage girls and two boys staring at you. Once you met their gaze, they snapped their attention down to their food and resumed to their fit of small talk. You smiled slightly, heading over to the source of the smell, the one that reminded you of the black coffee your dad used to drink. 

“One coffee please.” You passed a ten dollar bill over the counter. Leaning your hip against the counter, your bag beginning to make your shoulder ache badly. Adjusting it, you took back your change and thanked the cashier. He smiled back at you, blinking twice. “Thank you.” 

“Have a good day.” You heard them say while you moved towards the empty chair on the left of the teenagers. They kept their eyes on you, intently hesitating to ask you for something you could already read on their faces.

“Should we… Dude, she’s right there!” One of the boys hissed. His eyes darting from yours. You looked away, smiling at the barista and taking the black coffee. Giving a sip to taste the bitterness. It reminded you of him. The way you felt around the beast, the bitterness settling in the pit of your stomach alongside all of your other memories. 

“Excuse me?” The girl closest to you turned around with a fresh book in her hands. 

“Yes?” You raised your eyebrows with a warm smile. Giving off a welcoming demeanor. 

“I-Um, we were wondering if you’re… Y/N Y/L/N?” 

“Why, yes I am. I’m guessing you want me to sign your book?” You already began to dig through your bag, setting it on your lap in order to get a better view into the clutter inside. The girl stuttered through her answer, holding out the book.

“I-If y-you wouldn’t… Wouldn’t mind?” 

“No… Of course not. What’s your name?” 

“Hailey. These are my friends. Mike, Rich, Soph… And Lil.” 

“Well…” You took out a sharpie, gently letting your book to fall into your palms, such as the first day you had gotten the bulk of your first prints. This was your fifth best seller, the cover blotchy with the red design you had edited onto the page, titled with a series of scratchy letters that spelled out, RED WILLOW TREES. A story about a young girl who would sit behind the willows of her house, soon finding that there was an overgrown entrance to a maze lying below her house. There, she’d meet a tall man–a pasty face, red lips, and wild eyes to keep her company. You couldn’t tell if the story was about you or more so about someone else, but you recollected the thoughts just as you had done while typing on your computer in the darkness of your lonesome apartment, scribbling a short message onto the inside cover with the group’s names all addressed. 

“There you are.” Handing the book back, you clicked the pen once more and shoved it back into your bag. The over-com then spelled out your flight number, and you thanked the young teenagers. Your bag falling back to your hip and the grounds of the rest of your coffee crunching against your teeth. You tossed the coffee on your way over to the ramp, pulling your ticket from the back pocket of your jeans with a sigh. 

The flight attendant ripped it, handing it back to you like the exhausted teenagers who worked at the local theatre in Derry used to do, at least when you lived there. That was almost 27 years ago, making you wonder whether or not the town itself had changed all that much. Wondering what was similar, what was different. Who still lived there, what still haunted the town. You shivered at the thought, telling yourself that you were just there to visit some friends. However, you knew it was impossible for you to be going back without some part of your soul wanting to find out whether or not he was real. 

After taking your seat, you leaned back and turned your head. The window seat allowing you to peer into the clouds once the plane had taken off. However, ten to fifteen minutes into the flight, you closed your eyes and let yourself doze off. Finding it easier to deal with the snoring man next to you, if yourself wasn’t even conscious to hear it. 

It was around three or four hours before the plane landed with a sporadic rustle and turbulent bend of the nose. your stomach dropping and the pop in your ears waking you, you rubbed your eyes, looking around to make sure something wasn’t off. Which would happen if you fell asleep anywhere in Derry. your imaginary friend coming out to play in the depths of your mind. Nonetheless, everything seemed normal. At least to your eyes, and you grabbed your bag. Getting off of the ramp within the next five minutes and heading on your way. The fog of the town coming into sight–alongside the rain that pattered against the windows of the airport, which was a thirty-minute drive from the actual town that you had spent most of your childhood. 

Through those thirty minutes, passing slowly by increasing amounts of trees and farms, you stared down at your shaky hands. Contemplating whether or not you really wanted to know. If that’s really what you wanted. To know if he was real or not. Even then, your hair standing up on your arms, you bit your lip. What would you even say? How would he react? Was he even awake? 

You could remember him telling you of what he called his long rest. A time that he went into the shadows and didn’t come back up until he was at his full strength again He told you this while you were running your hands over the cheap stage mural that showed a happy clown on the front, his name printed in large letters. 

His name was Pennywise. The dancing clown, something he liked to tease you about. Saying that he had been given a title. Something showing importance, when all you did was scoff and then giggle at him. His high pitched voice always seeming to make you laugh, no matter what he was saying. You let go of your lip, the cab you had caught going over a bump in the road. You then caught yourself and held onto the door handle, the driver glancing back at you through the rear-view mirror. 

“You alright miss?” He called out. You nodded, not knowing exactly what your face was saying. But it definitely wasn’t painting out the okay sign. 

The last time you were in Derry, was the last time you had seen Pennywise. He had expected you to be there for him when he woke up, as you had seen him go down for the last rest. You had been there, watching as he melted into the shadows of the well, his body dropping unimaginable heights before you heard his voice whisper up to you, telling you that you’d be alright without him. That he’d see you in the rain, in the fall leaves of 27 years later. You were right in time to find out whether or not the story of the man with the red smile was real, or if he was just another one of those characters you had made up, just to write about later on. 

An hour later, you were checking into your hotel. Sliding your key card into the door and throwing your bag into the mattress of the stiff couch. Huffing, you then tore open the zipper and grasped the flashlight you had stuffed beneath your clothes. Wasting no time–not even telling your friends you were back, as they thought your flight landed two hours later. You had to find out. And you weren’t just about to stand around waiting for him to come to you. 

Pulling a flannel over your head and tucking the front into your jeans, you laced up some waterproof boots. Knowing exactly where you were going–and that was where the kissing bridge was of your childhood, where bullies such as the famous Mike Landers brought his fresh meat–It was also the Barrons. Where the sewers dumped out into the mossy rocks. 

About a ten minute walk from the hotel, you ran down the fire escape, jumping to the street, fresh pavement meeting your feet with a thud. Your hair wisping in your eyes from the chilling breeze, you tucked the loose strands behind your ear after clicking the handle of the flashlight to your waistband. The town holding the same atmosphere, heavy air-gloomy skies. It was comfortable, and ultimately, you hated the fact that you had to move away. 

Yet, who knows what would have become of you if you didn’t. 

You didn’t want to know. 

Tracking the path down to the rushing waters, the view of the murky stream came into view, surging flashbacks of being pushed around by Mike and his gang coming back to haunt you, but also promising the fact that that was how exactly you had met Pennywise. His eyes glowing in the dark of the tunnels before his smile appeared, and then the rest of his face. Bright, puffy orange hair falling in front of his eyes with a single strand, his gloved fingers gripping the edge of the tunnel while he hunched over and offered to help. 

As your eyes followed the rocks and to the sewer tunnel you first saw Pennywise in, you took a deep breath. The fear of what might come after the shadows lurking in the pit of your bones and making them hollow-shaky, and dull. Fragile. God, you were so fragile. And Pennywise would make you know it, too. Reiterating the idea that he could pop your bones like a carrot whenever he wanted to. But he never did. And possibly, that’s why you had to know whether or not that was real. To know whether or not those sleepless nights were worth it. 

“Pennywise…” His name fell off your tongue, becoming louder the closer you ventured to the tunnel. Only silencing as you stepped up, your fear of forgetting his presence getting to you, most of all. You thought about turning away and going to your friends. Saying they landed early, the plane-saying you took an earlier flight that ha just opened. “Pennywise.” You said, again. 

Pennywise lifted his head from the pile of sharp toys and ragged clothes. Scouraging his hands across the plane of collectibles he had acquired, alongside burying his fingers in the bloodied teeth hidden in the pile. His nose had caught a hint of a new smell–not new. He corrected himself, his eyes darting from side to side, a smile creeping on his lips. The anger of before vanishing from his veins, saliva beginning to drip from his bottom lip. Giving a small growl, Pennywise launched from the top of the mountain that towered over his stage. 

Not new

Not new

Not… New. Yet new. Different. Changed–lovable, soft–gentle. New. Old. Something different. 

Not new. 

Landing with a harsh splash, Pennywise pushed himself up from his palm. Taking long strides out of his lair, straight in your direction. His ankles slowly breaking down into dust as well as his spine, which contracted and ripped itself apart. Rolling his head forward, the tendons in his neck then tied themselves together. His size going from 6′4 into the size of a large rat. He proceeded to walk along the walls, wondering what, or who had ventured into his territory. 

This year, he had found himself awoken early. Only by a few short months, the August air already damp with the coming rain of autumn. 

Finally, he could see your shadow. Your hair pulled over your shoulder and your sleeves around your palms, fingers shakily holding a flashlight, which you had pulled from your waist as soon as you entered the tunnel. 

Hunching his back, Pennywise’s height reached 6′4 again, and he shook his shoulders. Ruffling the bells around his neck, your scent now unforgettable. “You’re back!” He then giggled. 

You whipped around and clasped a hand over your mouth. “Oh fuck!” You yelled. Staring up at the clown. You weren’t overcome by fear–no… You were surprised, surprised by how… Gentle, innocent he looked compared to how you had depicted him in your book. 

“I-I was afraid you left…” Pennywise then pouted, sauntering towards you with a widening grin. “But my carrot would never do that… Would she?” 

“I did.” You lowered your hand from your mouth and back into the wall. “I m-moved away.” 

Pennywise shot forward. His claws digging into the spot beside your head. Just above your shoulders as he leaned down and closed the distance between the two of you. His nose pressed against your jugular, a sob escaped your throat as you bent your chin upward. 

“Oh… Oh…” He clicked his tongue. “It is you…” Lifting his head slightly, you met his blue eyes. “Always getting into trouble…” You were older than he remembered. A woman, your scent matured and something else laced within the edges of the sweat that beaded to your hairline. He sniffed you again. It was something he hadn’t found on you before, something that made his skin tingle. Boundaries he wanted to push. 

“I-I came back. I thought you were just…” Your eyes fluttered closed, and your hand shot out to balance yourself. Your fingers buried into the fabric of Pennywise’s costume. the one you made fun of when you were a child, but now… The satin against your palms, you pulled. Hauling yourself further onto your feet, away from your shaking knees. “I thought you were nothing but my imagination… I had to see-” 

“Only see? Or taste.” Pennywise bent forward, a giggling mess falling from his red lips, the same red lips you found yourself soon dreaming about. He smelled like rotten, burnt flesh. A mix of sweet, artificial sugar coming with those other scents. Edging you closer to him. “Touch.” He continued. “Feel-Relish. My my… Y/n… You’ve… Changed.” 

His fingers grasping your jaw, he then yanked your mouth onto his. Kissing you like an animal, his tongue running against yours and across your gums. You began shaking even worse, your skin damp with cold sweat and your lips becoming swollen from the pressure of his kisses, but as well as the lack of his mouth where you began dripping with anticipation. 

From your jaw, pennywise’s hand came to your neck, and suddenly you couldn’t breathe. His other fingertips going to your pants. The fabric tore easily under his touch, causing you to gasp against his mouth. He knew how badly you wanted relief, his body against yours and pinning you against the tunnel wall. A slight arch forcing you to lift your back. After your pants were clear of your ankles, Pennywise hauled you up by your legs. Slamming you above him in a way that allowed for you to wrap your legs around his shoulders. His eyes turning from a baby blue to a dark, glowing gold, predatory color. You moaned as soon as his breath hit the fabric of your underwear, followed by the lapping of his tongue. Staining the light grey with leftover blood and the smell of rotting bone. 

You buried your fingers in his hair. Disheveling it, pulling at the bright orange. Your feet pressing into his shoulder blades and your head resting on the cold cobblestone that reflected the sunlight off of the dark waters. 

Moving his mouth against your flowering, sensitive nub, you couldn’t help but feel the tightness of your stomach exploding into an orgasm. Pennywise kept going, despite your convulsions, wanting to make you scream, wanting to see your cunt dripping with exasperation. So he pushed his tongue into the fabric of your underwear, nibbling with his teeth and then letting it tear open. Revealing an already-opened canvas for him to paint red. He wanted to taste what was inside of you, your flesh, your weakness. Pressing his fingers into your thighs, he spread them wider. 

Lapping up the cum that had dripped from your hole, before pushing his tongue deep into your walls. It elongated until you cried out from the slithering feeling of him throbbing and scratching the deepest you thought he could reach. However, with a vibrating hum, you felt him push deeper, and then yank back. Again and again, his teeth rubbing against your clit. This went on until you fell forward with your sixth orgasm. Your head hanging over his and your fingers knotted in his shoulders. 

Suddenly you were falling, and he caught you. “Was that real enough?” He hissed, almost angrily, until you buried your face in his ruff–clinging to him with his arms under your legs. Cradling you so that you could close your eyes and he could take you to his lair. There, you’d think he’d let you rest. But even he thought the tunnels weren’t the proper place for what he desired to do to you. His little carrot, ready to snap under his teeth. 

Youtuber AU Headcanons

(Lowkey inspired by a post by @whizzerbrowne who brought the idea to my attention and it has since dominated my brain). Let’s just get started:

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anonymous asked:

I am going to Paris next year I was wondering if you had any ideas on how to make my French skills better? Stupid question but I'm just curious

Hey Anon !!

That’s definitely not a stupid question !

French is a really difficult language to learn so if I can help a little bit, it’s my pleasure !

The best advice I can give you is to listen, read and speak in french as much as you can.

It doesn’t have to be hard stuff ! There are quite simple books like Le Petit Prince ou Joseph Kessel’s books which are very modern and easy to understand. Reading 19th or 18th literature would be harder and probably would help you communicating because language shifted a bit since then and it’s very classic or romantic so it’s very long and complicated sentences (yes i’m talking about you Proust). But if you already have a solid base and feel confortable with your french, you can try !! Romantic literature is my favorite genre ! (So much good love stories ♥)

You can also have a look at french comics like Tintin or Astérix, or Gaston Lagaffe or Lucky Luke ! There are enough words to practice and it could help for some expressions ! (Plus Astérix and Tintin are culturaly really important to us haha)

Reading as much as you can in french will help you with grammar and you will certainly write better !

Then, you can watch movies in french ! Even if we really love to make indie movies, don’t feel obliged to only watch that ! Sometimes, it’s quite slow and boring.

Some movies are part of our pop culture, like Les Bronzés or La cité de la peur or Astérix et Obélix Mission Cléopâtre (Him again !) but it can be difficult for a beginner since it’s french humor with french slang !

Maybe movies with Louis de Funès ? He is very funny !

My best advice would be for you to watch french version of movies you’ve already seen, so you would already know what it is about and it would be easier to understand. Most of international release are translated in french ! (literally all of them except maybe indie movies haha)

So go for Marvel, Harry Potter, Lord of the Ring ! Even if the french voices sounds terrible, it helps !

Btw, you can also watch animated movies in french (Disney, Pixar or even FRENCH animated movies HEHE), it’s quite nice !

Tv shows and animated series are great too ?? I mean it is internationaly admited that french people made the greatest Simpsons’ voices !

Maybe TV Shows is not a good idea, it’s really terrible and it will break your mind they kept the same voice for nine and ten in doctor who I MEAN

There are also great french youtubers like Cyprien, Norman fait des vidéos, jimmyfaitlcon, Math se fait des films (funny analysis about movies) who makes podcasts about daily life, and some gamers, mostly Squeezie (he is a bit crazy but we love him)

I don’t know much about beauty channels, but there is enjoyphoenix ??

Some groups of youtubers make great humorous (or not) videos, like the Palmashow, Studio Bagel, Golden Moustache ! It’s short sketches that are really fun and help a lot to learn !

My last advice will be to speak french. Yeah, seems pretty logical, uh ?

I mean, if you can have a penpal you can correspond with, it would be great !

I hope it helped a little ! Have fun in Paris !

I’m sure some of my friends in the french side can give more advices ! ;)

So fun, almost historically acurate, so well played, King Arthur !! such a great impact on french youth !!

(btw it’s amazing)

Inside Choices is a behind-the-scenes blog from the Pixelberry team!

With Choices nearing its one year anniversary, The Crown & The Flame trilogy has come to an end. It’s been an epic year-long journey for Kenna, Dom, and the rest of their ragtag crew. As one of the first books to launch with Choices, the team behind TC&TF started work on it long before August. Months later, saying farewell to one of our first series feels like saying good-bye to an old friend.

The team has weathered marathon brainstorms and late-night writing sessions, and celebrated epic plot twists and awesome character art. With the final chapter in the rearview mirror, the writers of TC&TF took the time to reflect and reminisce…

The Crown & The Flame trilogy is over, and it’s been quite the journey. How do you feel?

Kathleen: Super weird. It kinda feels like graduating from college, actually. Like, you’ve been immersed in this cool new world for so long and surrounded by these people you’ve grown to love (even though Val’s always stealing your food and Dom wants to party all the time instead of doing homework), and you get so attached that you kind of forget there’s a world outside. Now graduation is looming and half of me is like “oh thank goodness” but the other half is going “WAIT, NO, I LIKE IT HERE, AAAAA”.

Eric: So many feelings! Sad because I’ve dedicated so many hours to TC&TF, and it’s like saying goodbye to close friends. Happy because we were fortunate enough to get to create this whole world from scratch! Proud because I feel we’ve brought the series to a satisfying conclusion. And of course grateful for the fans, whose passion for it made Books 2 and 3 a reality.

Since we’re at the end, why not talk about beginnings? How did TC&TF first come about? What were the early days like?

Kathleen: Lot of brainstorming, LOT of revisions. The first story that we outlined was much more focused on courtly intrigue, less so on the action. It looked totally different from the version of TC&TF that exists today, but there are a few relics from that first version that we kept because we loved them so much. For instance, Sei Rhuka was one of the first characters we created for that earlier story, and she survived the move to TC&TF pretty much unchanged (because what would you change? She’s perfect).

There were some late nights, and times when I definitely thought I was gonna crack under the stress. Fortunately I had Eric and Kara, two heroes of legend, fighting by my side.

Kara: The first draft of TC&TF was written under so much pressure and at such a frantic pace that it was nothing like the book that ended up being released. To give you an example of how much things change, Val Greaves, everyone’s favorite mercenary, was originally a male character just named Mercenary. Kathleen had the idea of making her a woman, and then the character of Val really started to emerge as the snarky, mean voice that the cast was currently lacking.

Another thing that came about because of that time was just the incredible trust between the writers. On most products, there’s a more formal process of logging changes, but because we were so short on time, we were just actively editing each other’s work, and I think we managed to get through that without killing each other, so it really says a lot about how well we work together! Sometimes you write your first draft and you don’t realize how much better it can be until you take a step back. I wrote a scene once where Dom is carrying a sack of flour down the castle hallway, and I thought, this is boring, I’ll add in a choice. Oh, I’ll give the choice a timer! Then I realized I’d just made a minigame about carrying a sack of flour. So I cut the whole thing. But sometimes it isn’t until you write the scene that you realized you’re going down a bad or boring path. The early days were a lot of that.

We rewrote a lot of things together, but it was such a privilege to work with Kathleen and Eric on creating this world. It was amazing when we reached a point where we’d revised and revised and revised and finally felt like we’d burned away everything that was boring or not working and all that was left was even stronger than it had been before.

Eric: Hectic! It’s one thing to write a book now, knowing what Choices looks like, but back then we were writing with placeholder art (everyone was Queen Adriana!) and we just had no idea what was going to work and what wasn’t.

Also, I echo everything Kara said above about trust. So many times I wrote a thing and thought, “Oh gods, I’m a fraud! I’m a terrible writer!” and then had either Kara or Kathleen or Jessica swoop in and turn my garbage into gold. Having the safety net of a great team makes standing on the tightrope a lot more fun.

Strong world building is crucial to any good fantasy story. That ranges from history and culture to what you yell when you stub your toe. What was the worldbuilding process like for the Five Kingdoms?

Kathleen: You start super general (place names, general time period/level of tech, climate), then build your details on top of that. Every detail comes from somewhere, everything is the way it is for a reason. In those early stages it helped us to give each of the kingdoms a “thing” that they’re known for. For Fydoria, it’s knowledge and art, for Thorngate, it’s trees and archery, for Lykos, it’s jerks and backstabbers, lol.

That gave you a jumping off point for what these people would be like, and how they relate to the other kingdoms. We were also very deliberate about what colors and styles of clothing the different kingdoms would wear, which I was really into. It’s great to look at a character and immediately know whose team they’re on (or whose team they want you to think they’re on…)

Then you take your pages and pages of notes to the artists, and they do some kind of beautiful magic that turns your dreams into something real you can look at. We work with some AMAZING artists. I have the Aurelian castle set as my computer’s wallpaper because I like to stare at it all day.

Eric: Ditto what Kathleen said. The incredible art helps tremendously with this process. Sometimes we’d get a piece of art back and it’d be SOOOOO good that it’d inspire us to go in a new direction. That kind of moment (like with Val) is really special.

What did you consider the most challenging part of writing TC&TF?

Kathleen: Not making every chapter 5,000 lines long, haha. I have issues with writing these super long, flowery dialogues, but thankfully Eric is there to keep me in check. It can also be hard to find a character’s voice sometimes, especially if you and that character don’t have a lot in common.

Eric: Keeping Kathleen in check. HA! Seriously, though, we had a HUUUUGE cast, and all of the characters have compelling backstories and fun voices and fans on social media. Trying to make sure everyone got ample screentime (while still telling a good story) was tough.  

Going off of that, what were your favorite scenes to write in TC&TF? (Spoiler alert!)

Kathleen: Oh man. I’m a mean person who loves writing the super intense emotional climaxes where everyone is crying and screaming at each other. So basically the whole Whitlock/Hex arc. One of my favorite writing moments though was when I was working on that kraken scene in book 2 and I had to turn to my boyfriend and say “Hey, what sound does a kraken make?” Boyfriend: “<kraken sound>” Me: “Yeah… but like, how do you spell that?”

Kara: My favorite scene to write was a dream sequence where Kenna and Dom get married, because I got to jump around in different scenarios and it felt a lot like fan fiction in the best way. But my second favorite was when Val has to pretend to be a handmaiden for Zenobia Nevrakis. I loved the idea of getting to see from Val’s point of view as she has to infiltrate this girly world of gowns and bodices. She’s usually a character who’s seen it all and can handle anything, so it was fun to get her out of her element for once.

Brandon: I had a major blast with the entire final battle, but I have a special place in my heart for the scene between Luther and Kenna in Chapter 13. I love when you get to shine the spotlight on a bad guy, in a way that makes you almost sympathize with them…but not quite.

Eric: By far, the action scene where Dom turns into a dragon for the first time. I was actually writing from my apartment, and I was like, “If I turned into a dragon, what would be the most fun, badass things I could do?” (Cut to me flapping my arms through the air as I run around my apartment breathing imaginary fire on unsuspecting Nevrakis boats…) It was silly, but I did get some good stuff outta that.

TC&TF is filled with so many different villains, heroes, and everyone in between. Who was your favorite character to write?

Kathleen: I have a soft spot for terse warrior types who just have no time for your nonsense, so writing Sei is always super fun. She behaves the way we all sort of wish we could, except she can get away with it because she’s crazy strong and can light you on fire with her mind.

Brandon: Oof, tough choice. I think we all have a lot of fun writing Val (because who doesn’t love that character who gives the bad guy the finger?). Personally, though, my favorites to write have been the Nevrakis, specifically Luther and Zenobia. Zenobia is just so annoyed and out of place most of the time, which is fun to play with. She’s like, “Ugghhh, dragons? Really? Whatever.” It’s like she stepped in off the set of Mean Girls. And Luther is just such a fun jerk. He’s got sort of a cynical wisdom, but also has zero self-awareness and is totally unapologetic for any of the ruthless stuff he’s done. That is a character I really love to hate.

Eric: Severin. I felt like his art asset was really imposing, and his character represented this first challenge for Kenna on this impossible path. It was fun to make him this physical, monosyllabic, gruff presence that couldn’t be reasoned with. She’d have to eventually fight him in combat to prove herself. Plus, he’s kinda dumb, and I love writing dumb characters. Alas, no one seems to care much for Severin…

In a way, TC&TF lives on in The Royal Romance. Olivia in TRR is a descendant of Zenobia, for one thing. If Kenna and Dom and the rest of the crew were around now in present day Cordonia, what do you think they’d be like?

Kathleen: Kenna is super responsible and runs her Kingdom like a proper adult, but when she gets frustrated with politics she dreams of running away to tour with Val and Sei’s metal band (Damsels of Destruction). Kailani just won like, 12 olympic medals for weightlifting and martial arts. During the off season she and Noa split their time between running a gym and touring with Cirque du Soleil. Whitlock runs one of those tech companies that does supersonic maglev trains and smart dishwashers and stuff. He’s totally gonna colonize Mars. This is fun, I wanna do this all day!

To write fantasy, you had to know the fantasy genre pretty well. What makes the fantasy genre special to you? And what are some of your favorite books?

Kathleen: I was raised on a diet of Grimm fairy tales and Greek legends (which probably explains a lot about me). I love the fantasy genre because you take these wild, magical worlds that look completely different from anything we know, and use them to explore themes that are really close to home (coming of age, sacrifice, family, etc). Fantasy is a dramatic metaphor for real life. Because I’m a huge nerd, I dig fantasy books that have logical, internally-consistent magic systems. Sabriel by Garth Nix is hands down my favorite book, but the Enchanted Forest Chronicles by Patricia Wrede was the first series I got super into. Arglefraster!

Eric: When I was little, I wanted to play Dungeons & Dragons with the older kids in my neighborhood, but they wouldn’t let me play. That led me to this one book (I don’t remember the name) that was basically like single-player D&D. It had a page where you kept track of your hit points, potions, etc. It was incredibly nerdy, but also the awesomest book I’d ever experienced. Little did I know it was paving the way for my career.

Pixelberry was the first place where I really felt comfortable letting my inner nerd loose. I finally got to not only play D&D (we ran a campaign after hours), but to write something within a similar world…

What’s next for The Crown & The Flame team? Can you give us a hint about what you’ll be working on after this?

Kathleen: *Evil cackling, hands rubbing together in glee* Ahem. I don’t want to give anything away, but I will say that I seem to have been typecast as a genre writer and I am 100% okay with this.

Eric: No hints. We’re definitely not planning something for Halloween.

Ooh, intriguing… To all the fans of The Crown & The Flame, thank you for coming with us on this epic journey! Check back every week for more Choices adventures!


Great Chemistry (Part 12)

Summary: After years of auditions and small acting jobs, you finally get picked to play the female lead in a major spy movie: Rogue Agency. Suddenly you find out that the actor playing the male lead and love interest is none other than Sebastian Stan himself. Throughout the story you go through the motions of filming a movie and come to find out that you and Seb have great chemistry. Do you take the leap and let yourself fall in love with your costar?

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Word Count: 3,503

Warnings: Fluff, fake violence, insecurity

A/N: So, I changed like one word in my URL so now the masterlist isn’t working I will fix that ASAP. I was freaking out literally like 5 seconds ago because I thought the other parts got deleted, but they’re still here thank god. Just look them up for now if you want to read them (Masterlist is fixed!). Anyways! Here’s a new part. Hope you like it. We’re wrapping this story up very soon. 


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Round Two (S.M.)

Title: Round Two
Fandom: Shawn Mendes
Word Count: 1,146
“So it’s for Shawn, so you’re interviewing him and he’s had a bad day so he’s a little rude and she joking calls him out and the fans get mad about o it on Twitter the enst day and start being rude so he defends her” @jonahmaraisgirl

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The second he walked in, you could tell something was up. You didn’t know if it was the way he was walking or the look on his face, but Shawn was very obviously not in the mood for an interview. You weren’t going to let that get in the way of doing your job, however, so you smiled at him and stood up when he came in, offering your hand for him to shake.

“I’m Y/N; it’s so nice to meet you,” you greeted, still smiling widely.

He gently took your hand, shaking it briefly and forcing a smile at you before sitting across from you and crossing his arms across his chest.

The interview went about as smoothly as you could have expected, given the foul mood the boy was clearly in – most of his responses were curt and direct and quite frankly a little on the rude side. As you were finishing up, you reached out to shake his hand once more, saying “Thank you so much for your time; it’s only too bad I couldn’t catch you in a bit of a better mood.”

He stared at you as if it just hit him that he hadn’t been hiding his mood as well as he must have thought, before blushing and apologizing sincerely, explaining that he’d had a long day of plane rides and repetitive interviews. “But that’s no excuse. I really should have been better to you and I really am sorry for that. Please, don’t get the wrong impression of me.”

You laughed softly, shaking your head. “Don’t worry, I figured that’s what had happened, I’m definitely not holding it against you. It took me a few years myself to get through a whole day of interviewing person after person without letting myself get like that, too.”

He nodded with a small smile, thankful for your understanding of the situation. He left the room and you returned to your chair, awaiting the next interviewee of the day. Pre-award show press days were the absolute worst, but they were a good amount of extra cash so you took them with a smile.

A few days later, you checked your phone for the first time in hours and noticed your twitter was blowing up. Mention upon mention flooded your notifications like never before.

“@ (your twitter handle) is such a horrible person. He was obviously having a bad day, how dare you treat @ ShawnMendes like that?!”

“I cannot believe what @ (your twitter handle) said to @ ShawnMendes after their interview. #Rude #FireThem”

“Super disappointed in @ (your twitter handle) this time around”

Everything was full of hate directed at you. You knew this was bound to happen eventually and you thought you were prepared, but something was different about this. You had absolutely no idea why everyone hated you.

You let the negative thoughts fester inside of you for a few hours until your lunch break came around, and when it finally did, you ran to your car. You opened YouTube and loaded up the video of your interview with Shawn, watching it in its entirety. Everything seemed fine until you reached the very end. Whoever edited the video had cut it off after your comment about his bad mood, so the world had never seen his apology or your forgiveness. You were made out to be a total bitch. And the whole world had seen it.

Quickly you drafted and sent a tweet out directed at those who had been sending you hate:
“I promise that you havent seen everything between myself & @ ShawnMendes. All was resolved. Everything you see isnt everything that happened.”

Immediately, more hate flooded your notifications. Overwhelmed by emotion at the sudden outpouring of threats and pure meanness, you emailed your boss that you had left early, suddenly feeling unwell, and that you were sure you would feel better by tomorrow.

You did not.

When you woke up the next day, everything was ten times worse. Shawn had yet to address the situation himself, his fans were continuing to spread the word about how terrible you are, and 4 hashtags about what a shit person you are had gone trending worldwide. You called out sick again.

This cycle continued for the rest of the work week and you knew your boss had caught on by the second day, but you didn’t care. There was nothing anyone could do to fix this situation. Even your editor had tweeted an apology with the full video clip attached showing that the situation was not as previously presented but still, you were villainized to no end.

Just when it seemed like the world had stopped spinning and your only option was to quit your dream job, the hate tweets stopped. Trending hashtags were no longer related to you. Your mentions were filled with nothing but love, and apologies, and sincerity. You hesitated, scrolling through your notifications slowly, not wanting to question the sudden change of heart in fear it would awaken you from a dream and the harsh reality would set in. But it never did.

Tweet after tweet apologizing and forgiving was sent to you and you couldn’t help but wonder what had happened. Finally, the thought hit you to check if Shawn had done something to help the situation and it turned out he had. The most recent series of tweets sent out by him read,
“Please stop with sending all this hate to @ (your twitter handle). The conversation we had did not end where the video shows it to. The comment made about my mood was well-intended and well-placed. We both apologized for our respective rudeness towards each other and the situation was resolved before either of us left the room. Beyond that, I cannot believe that my fans would partake in this kind of behavior, warranted or not. I cannot condone nor support the tweets you have all been sending the past week and am honestly ashamed to call you my fans. If you don’t know the whole story, you should not be making assumptions, let alone judgements. If anyone was at fault here, it was myself.”

You smiled to yourself, thankful that Shawn had finally stepped in and let the truth be known. Though it had taken him a few days, you were glad that all the hate had finally stopped as you were not sure how much more of it you could handle before breaking. Quickly, you sent a tweet directed at Shawn that read,
“@ ShawnMendes Thanks for clearing that up. And perfect timing with it, too. Also, glad to see you’re in a better mood these days ;)”.

You took your time getting ready for work that day, and as you were locking the door on your way out, your phone buzzed with a reply tweet from Shawn: “Round two?”


Seven Steps to Hell: The Seventh Step.

Series: Prologue | BamBam | Mark | Jackson | Youngjae | Yugyeom | Jaebum Conclusion

Genre: Smut, honestly; 7 Cardinal Sins! AU

Word Count: 3.3K

Notes: Kinky shit happening. Slight D/S undertones, kind of dubious consent, erotic asphyxiation, among others. Don’t read this if you’re uncomfortable with anything I’ve just listed. Otherwise, please enjoy^^

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“It was Pride that changed angels into devils…” 

- St. Augustine 

It’s finally time to face the last one, the darkest and most cynical of the Sins. You aren’t sure how well this will go, since you know that he’s the one who holds the most grievances—that his power stems through the rest of the Seven.

You dare to enter regardless, taking a deep breath as you approach a door that’s carved with runes. The ancient language is littered all over the entrance, incidentally drawn into concentric circles, as a protective measure. The rest of the Sins don’t have protection like this, which is what makes him so much more difficult to absolve.

You lay your palm against the center of the circle, breathing slowly as the symbols glow bright red for mere seconds, before the door swings open.

It’s time.

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Youtubers AU

For @carryon-countdown!!!!! In which Simon and Baz are both beauty you tubers who couldn’t be any more different

  • Baz is a beauty guru that is honestly slightly terrifying to watch. 
  • He always scowls at the camera like he just fucking knows you’re putting the eyeliner on wrong and his is so sharp it could cut someone.
  • He only uses the best of everything, and his looks are ridiculously editorial. Cranky and Cool is his #thing. He always ends up looking unreal, with dark green metallic lip and dark purple eyeshadow, flawless skin, sharp ass cheekbones he spends hours on with his Kat Von D Shade and Light palette
  • IRL he’s an economics student in London with a really posh flat, and he uses Excel to organize his entire fuckin life, like don’t even diss Excel in front of him
  • His filming area is Minimalist™, grey desk, grey walls, all his makeup and brushes organized by brand on the wall behind him. 
  • He doesn’t even do an intro, he just blinks at the camera impassively for a couple seconds before he just starts in with the tutorial. But it isn’t even really a tutorial because he just expects you to KNOW how to bake your undereye concealer. Like, I’m telling you, watching him is stressful and intimidating 
  • But he somehow has taken the beauty world by storm, and he has 3 million subscribers that he rarely interacts with except to critique their technique when they tweet him a pic of them recreating one of his looks: 
  • “Did you use lipliner? I can see some bleeding in the corner smh. Try better”
  • Then there’s Simon.

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The Music I Can Give You - Part 2/?

Summary: Generally, you’re a fairly open person with the team. You tell them about your past and in turn they seem to open up to you as well. The only thing is, is that no one on the team knew of your intense love of music. It was something incredibly personal to you and you kept it close to your heart, not willing to open yourself up to other people’s judgement. That is, until Bucky Barnes came to the Tower. You never spoke to Bucky but the more you watched and observed him, the faster you found yourself falling for the kind, strong man. It’s only after seeing Bucky being tormented by one of his nightmares do you realize that maybe there is something that you can do to help him, and quietly show your love for him at the same time.

Warnings: None. A little self doubt maybe?

Word Count: 1.1K

A/N: Guys I am so flattered by the response I’ve gotten from this series! I would still love to hear feedback even if it’s just to say that you liked the chapter! If you would like to be tagged please let me know by commenting on the chapter or messaging me privately, I want to make sure I don’t miss anyone! Hope you guys enjoy this next chapter!

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