whispers since u said a very long time ago it was okay 2 share things inspired by u...i wrote a fic called turn to stone on ao3 abt the foretellers largely spurred on by ur hcs. it's abt ava and invi and they just fuckin die.
I AM LITERALLY SCREAMING RIGHT NOW?!??!?!??!?!?!??!!
oh my gosh
first off, i am SO honored. like, you can’t even imagine how amazed i am to have gotten this ask and i can’t believe my little weird headcanons helped to inspire a fic??? like??? thank you. that really lifted my mood 10000%
second, why??? no?? that hurt??? a heck of a lot??? like??? Their relationship was so beautifully written and i love the little ways you showed emotion, the little actions Ava used like taking Invi’s head in her lap, and the simple but so impactful ways you set the scene!! that was beautiful also it made me want to cry
thank you so much for telling me, anon! i really, really enjoyed reading it, and i would LOVE it if you told me if/when you post more of the series!! it was a really great fic and i’m honored to have inspired a small part of this excellent fic!
*gently cups your face and whispers* you deserve to make money from your writing, I will personally write you a blank check to write whatever you want when you open commissions and I have the money
anon that’s so very kind of you;;; it will probably a lil bit off since i wanna clear my more pressing wips first (IDEALLY that includes finishing the kidfic) but i’m glad to hear at least one person would be interested
The entirety of the third acotar book was really weird for me. And to a certain point I think it's better if we keep and make cannons from the second book which imo is much more solid than the last one in terms of cannon and actual plot. The truth is that you can ship whatever you want. You are a fan fiction writer girl OWN IT! It's your writing and you can write whatever you dig. If that's Moriel then bless us with it and people that dont like it can blacklist the tag and end of story. (1/2)
(2/2) You have no obligation to write for us. So people need to be more
grateful to content creators. I say, write what makes you happy. Write
what you want to read and know that there are people who are going to
love it no matter what you write because we are there for more than just
fluff between to characters. We are also there for the style and
everything that happens in the back round of a story. Ily and your
writing. So keep up the good work bae <3
AMEN to so much of this!
I feel you so much on your first point - it was a weird book to read? And I don’t know how to navigate the world going forward? Because I do agree that I’d like to go back to ACOMAF because it does feel more solid and grounded with plot/canon. But obviously more books are coming that I’d assume most of fandom will read and accept, so if I don’t, welp, that’s gonna be interesting haha.
And I super appreciate your sentiments re: fic writer appreciation. Thank you for that! It’s hard when you have a demand for something you feel you can’t fill or vice versa, though I have to say all you peeps have been pretty patient and chill with me on that front. I’ve been blessed there. :)
I guess as far as Moriel goes, I just have to find my balance. I’m trying every day to figure it out, it’s just been a process. Hearing from people who aren’t super opposed to it, though, makes me feel more opening to exploring the possibilities again and seeing what works. Thank you for the support! You don’t know how much my heart is helped by it! <3
You see, now I regret asking you because they're all so freaking awesome! lol I can't even choose which one I would be the most excited for because 1) whatever you write, will be great and 2) please see number 1. Even though I have to say, I would love to see your interpretation of Gambit. X-Men cartoon ftw! Also, I'm still reeling with emotions after reading IronHawk, so the Clint/Logan story hit me in the feels lol
Seriously. Didn’t the last scene between Logan and Clint kill you? Logan loved him so much but knew Clint was meant to be with Tony, so asked him for his NEXT LIFETIME.
You are not problematic. You are a nice person, while others have nothing better to do than hate on other people just because of ships. If they think that makes them better people, oh well, that's sad. Draw whatever you want, write whatever you want. (I personally love it all the time) They have no right to judge you or anyone else just based on that, it's stupid and childish. That's why I really appreciate blogs like yours, they are hate free and that's so nice to have.
The weird thing was I wasn’t even being judged for my content but who I reblogged from. That’s too much politics for me.
I try really hard to keep my blog a hate free happy place and I am so happy to read you like my art and writing. I really enjoy creating it.
(1) This isn't real it's fiction who cares if there's a golden shower in it; (2) fiction is the safest place to explore kinks. You should write whatever you want, if someone reads it and doesn't like it they can just stop reading it.
I agree 100%. Even if it WAS real life, I wouldn’t care about the golden shower as long as both parties were of age and consented. It’s not my business.
Whichever direction I go with my work is my choice. The decision to read or not to read is the audience’s choice. Traffic for Call Me Mistress stories is way low compared to other stories of mine, and I’m completely okay with that and don’t take it personally in the slightest. It means my tags are doing their job.
“I know how to play a few on a guitar,” Keith offered. “I don’t own one, though.”
Shiro could see it. Keith, sitting in a corner or a bench somewhere, the roughened pads of his fingers on the taut strings. Maybe he didn’t sing, but did he hum?
“…Something on my hands?”
“Hm? I was just thinking you can see the callouses–” he reached for Keith’s hand, cupping it in his palm so he could see them better. “Your fingers are hard, right at the places where they’d meet the strings.”
The motion had been so easy that it took the soft hush for him to realize what he’d done. Keith’s hand was warm in his own, fitting so easily like it was only natural to be there.
I love and respect you and your writing very very much and I hope the hate mail and kinkshaming doesnt bother you much. Whatever you write is a masterpiece and I honestly hope we get the golden shower drabble just to piss off the haters. Have a lovely day sweetie hope youre doing ok!
Anonymous said: do whatever the heck you want, iris it’s your blog lol as long as you tag your stuff you can do what pleases you
I’m not bothered by the mail or the kinkshaming; I can always ignore it, but I answer those messages to prepare folks I guess? No one reading my work should assume I’m going to “never” go in one direction or another, because I’ve made a habit of writing non-traditional stuff. The Call Me Mistress series specifically exists so I can experiment.
I love when people talk deep with me. when it’s not just a ‘what’s up’ conversation, it’s one filled with random thoughts and questions about the world. like genuine hopes or concerns. I love that deep weird shit, it gets to me
“Have you moved on?” He whispered, almost as if he didnt want to hear the answer.
She paused, but only for a short moment.
“I….I’m not sure. Its changed, everything’s changed. Its been 9 months now. I dont think of you every time I see the ocean, or think about how freaking cold you must be all the time.” She laughed. “But… it’s when I’m lonely, or need something to think about. I automatically go to you. Over that past year, I think I trained myself to do this. But I cant, not anymore. Its not fair.”
“What’s not fair?”
“Everything. Us. The fact that whenever I think of someone to fall back on, it’s you.“
the thing about Bakugou is that, in the limits that his personality allows, he’s soft for Kirishima - he calls him by name, listens to him and always answers him, tries to help him out as best as he can, accepts his help when Kirishima offers it, actively works to make him feel better when he’s down, never yells at him unless it’s an answer to Kirishima’s teasing, has no problems in complimenting him and pointing out his strength, he’s soft for Kirishima
he openly considers him a friend and treats him as such, he cares and doesn’t really try to hide it, though his inexperience in showing that sort of feelings does make him come off as awkward now and again
I guess what I mean to say is it’d be nice if the fandom could remember that, instead of writing him as angry and prickly and downright offensive and uncaring when dealing with what has been recognized by the canon as his best friend and someone he does enjoy the company of over and over again
((I don’t know if this has been done, so if it has please tell me.))
So I’ve seen a lot of those ‘Humans are Space Orcs’ posts and I think those are really cool, but unnoticed they all consist of one thing: humans traveling with the aliens.
So there are a lot of ways you can do that, right? You could go all Star Trek and make it to where the humans and aliens all live together in harmony and travel space together and things like that. But I have a different idea and I think it’s pretty cool.
So humans don’t really know aliens exist. Obviously you have your conspiracy theorists and loons and the occasional 'abducted’ person, but for the most part it’s just generally accepted that aliens are fun and all, but they’re not /real/.
And then there’s this kid. He/she/they don’t really have a happy life, but they can’t really do anything about it. You can make them whatever you want, have any or of disorder or disability or just make them an angsty teen that comes from an unhappy home. They want to leave, but they’re too young, so they have to stay.
Then of course, the aliens come. But instead of crap like Independence Day (I say crap in a loving way, the movie was pretty good and I like it), the aliens just take one look at the kid, pick them up, and leave. That’s it. Nothing else. Just take the kid and go.
Of course the kid is terrified at first, but after like the first day or so they calm down because the aliens are treating them like gosh-darn royalty. They put the kid up in the nicest room on the ship, give them the best food they can muster from their rations, and provide for any kind of entertainment the kid might want. It’s like paradise, and the kid is happier than they’ve been in a while.
So the kid travels with these aliens on all sorts of cool adventures and throughout this period is when we get the 'Humans are Space Orcs’ discoveries. Like the kid will go up to random giant furry beasts and just glomp them and coo at them while the aliens are like “No that’s deadly it will kill you oh my god what is this kid doing?!?!” Or, if the kid has a uterus, come time for their period the aliens freak out because “Oh holy shmarda, the child is bleeding!! Why is the child bleeding?!” Hilarious antics and shenanigans ensue and the child is so happy with their new life that they never want to go back home.
Also included: drama when the aliens return to earth to find a human companion for the child (even though they didn’t ask for one you guys don’t have to do this really it’s fine) and the parents of the kid demand they be returned immediately. The kid doesn’t want to go back of course so the aliens have to fight for custody over the kid in court (I guess idk but something along those lines. Maybe the humans try to kill the aliens because the kid was “abducted” and that causes a lot of angst and problems.).
Idk just something that’s been floating about in my imagination for a while. I think it would be a really cool show though tbh like someone hire me.
@softkent ‘s 14 Days of Love fic-a-thon, day 6: ruined surprises!
It all started because Katya decided to have mercy on Eric and let him take morning classes this semester. WGSS120 was an amazing class, Professor Atley had the coolest stories about how postwar industrialization led to compulsive female domesticity, and his seatmate wasn’t the worst thing to see at 9:30 AM every Tuesday and Thursday. He would have almost been dreamy if he had the slightest knack for small talk. As it was, Eric didn’t even have a name to go on, just intent blue eyes and an ass that even the baggiest of shorts couldn’t mask.
One day, Eric decided to drop a hospitality bomb on the guy and see if he could coax a response out of him. They were both consistently early to class, so Eric budgeted ten minutes for a brief chat before class started and turned to Cute Guy with a winning smile on his face.
“So how about that reading, huh? I thought it was fascinating how cake mix became a prestige thing- everyone in my family bakes, and I don’t think we’ve used a box mix in forty years.”
“Yeah,” the guy said, “I think it had something to do with the scientific advancements they made in food preservation for the troops. Shelf stabilization wouldn’t have been nearly as achievable in earlier years.”
Miraculously, once you got onto a clear subject, Cute Guy was actually a decent conversationalist. Eric found himself losing track of time as they dissected last night’s chapters of Marling.
“And the American National Exhibition anecdote!” he giggled. “Who can even tell the difference between Russian and American Coke?”
“I bet it’s easier with all of the Soviet Union breathing down your back. ‘Da, cola of Mother Russia is vkusno!’”
“Nice accent,” Eric told Cute Guy.
“Really? Thanks, I’ll have to tell Geno. He’s always knocking my Russian. He’s, uh, a friend of my dad’s, and we both play hockey.”
“So that’s what your weird doodles are? Hockey plays?”
“Yeah, I’m captain of the hockey team here. We’re not half bad, if I say so myself.”
“Wow,” Eric enthused, “you must be a pretty good skater, then.”
“Yeah, I guess. I could teach you sometime, if you want. I’m Jack, by the way,’ Cute Guy said.