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Don’t Kill Him one shot!
I just made another one shot! It actually has three chapters but they’re all pretty short. I based it off this Pinterest post I found
The book isn’t very serious and doesn’t have much angst but I had a lot of fun writing it and I hope you enjoy!
the books name is Don’t Kill Him!
here’s the link!
Oh and this is the cover
I actually made the cover this time! But the image is from the anime
chapter update!
I finally updated the next chapter of my book Crust’s daughter! It took me forever only because I kept on avoiding writing it it’s pretty short but I’m going to write a longer chapter hopefully later today!
This is the cover of my book if you didn’t already know!
also here’s a link as well!
I’m writing a one shot of this it should be done soon I’m writing it on wattpad it’s called inko’s podcast here’s the cover
I didn’t make this I just searched up Inko midoriya fanart on google because fanart of her that works for a book cover is hard to find
hope you enjoy my story and please check out jackdaniel69nice’s page he draws tokayami a lot and his art is great
Crack fanfic idea where Inko Midoriya makes audio books/podcasts of a mom talking to her child and reassuring them (because she worries about izuku and needs to cope) and someone from class 1-a finds it and it spreads like wildfire through the dorm BUT none of them know that it’s Midoriya’s mom!!!
She makes things like putting the kid to bed, reassuring them, taking care of an injury, or saying how proud she is of them. She is most popular with the students who have mommy issues coughtodorokicough.
imagine your icon tucking you into bed and reading to you
me: *looks for fic with extremely specific scenario that I made up*
fic: *doesn’t exist*
me:
I am once again calling for book rants. It was so much fun the last time, and I crave more.
Do you have a long standing grudge against a book you read in middle school? Have you gotten swept up by hype only to find that everyone lied to you and the book is trash? Do you burn with rage over the way an author portrayed your favorite mythology or folklore? Is there a book or series that you once loved, but now makes you cringe every time you think about it?
Do you want to vent all of it out to someone who won't judge you, or argue with you, but will simply accept all your feelings as their own?
Hi, that person is me. Send me an ask, anonymous or not, and tell me everything you've wanted to say. Offer me your anger, your frustration, your hatred. I will hold it for you. I will take it into my heart and make it my own.
It can be any genre you want, any demographic. I will accept it all. Even if James Patterson gets involved again. (I'm not scared of you, James!!)
Ides of January Reading Update
The Cloisters got DNF'ed. I don't like to do that, but I had to. It was so fucking boring. The stuff about tarot was interesting, but it would only be focused on for like two paragraphs and then utterly forgotten so the protag could whine some more about not being cool enough. It was also all tell, no show. At one point, it's said that the MC has been having trouble distinguishing between fantasy and reality and might be having full-blown hallucinations. And....that's it. We never get to see it at all. If it weren't for that line, there'd be no way to know that was happening. And it's like that with everything. Awful book.
Babel is good, but it's taking me forever to get through it. I like it, it's just slow going.
So This Is Ever After is the only romance I've ever enjoyed reading. It's funny, sweet as hell, and Queer af. I don't even know why I decided to read it because I don't really like the romance genre, but I'm so glad I did.
Maus made me cry and that's all I'm ready to say about that.
Iron Widow is one of the best books I've ever read. Wu Zetian is an absolute gold medal badass and I love everything about her. I don't know if I want to be her friend, her girlfriend, or just be her; I'll even accept being her enemy if I have to. I'm just obsessed and want her in my life somehow. It's fucking brilliant and I cannot wait for Heavenly Tyrant.
The Weight of Blood is very good so far. It's a Carrie retelling set in a 2014 Georgia high school about to host its first integrated prom. I'm only about a third of the way through it right now, but I'm really enjoying it so far.
I'm still sick.
But apparently I feel the need to torture myself, so I will be reading Left Behind on twitch tonight. Who knows? Maybe a good sporking will help me feel better.
Please join me. I need emotional support.
Anyone know where I can read the orv novel and also the tcf novel?
Exactly!!! Most fanfic is done for free unless its commissioned. I'm not going to push myself to write more than I can mentally handle for free. If your going to rudely demand for more, then pay me bitch! As long as the story as passion and creativity that should be all that matters!
Fanfic tiktok is wild... I see so many people saying shit like "I could never read anything below 60k!!", or "What story can you even tell in under 5k words?" or "A oneshot below 10k isn't even a story!" or "I always filter completed fics by 100k< only!"
And I'm like...
A) which fandoms are you reading fics for where you have this kind of offerings on the regular?
B) have you heard of short stories? If you truly think every story NEEDS to be longform to connect with people, I sincerely feel sorry for you.
C) Average novel length is between 50k to 100k. I'm sorry, but CONSISTENTLY demanding fic writers to push out fics of that length is insane. Just think about it: YOU DEMAND AUTHORS TO PUT OUT FICS THAT COMPARE TO COMMERCIAL NOVELS IN LENGTH (AND QUALITY) AS A BASELINE.
Yall are wilding.
Omg I am so fucking dumb. I didn't know that the "keep reading" pop thing on long posts you had to add on yourself. I thought it was supposed to show up automatically. I am so sorry to anyone who looked through my blog before I fixed that shit.
Idk if I'm just stupid but I assumed when you made an account on Ao3 your bookmarks were private automatically until today. (One of my lovely readers over on Ao3 informed me that they like to look through my book marks to see what I'm up to if I haven't posted in a while. ) WTF do you mean you can see them! Omg... if any of yall went through them and saw my kinks...no you didn't. 😑
Younger Romanoff | Bucky Barnes
Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier x widow!Romanoff!reader
Summary: Natasha's sister has to train with none other than the Hydra's most precious soldier as a part of the Black Widow Program.
Warning/s: fighting, blood, wounds, death, maybe a curse word?? I guess? Think that's it?
Author's note: Hii! :) This is my first Tumblr post (new to this). So please go easy on me. Enjoy!
You could literally feel the sweat running down your back underneath your suit as you took the seat next to your older sister Natasha. You knew that you should have no reason to be nervous at all, but you couldn't stop the bad feeling creeping in since the moment you opened your eyes that very morning.
Today was the day when the Windows were supposed to have a rather brutal training. But that wasn't the worst or unusual part. That training was supposed to be held not only by the Red Room, but by Hydra, too. The trainers in the Red Room had gathered all of the Widows to train with the Hydra's strongest soldier. The Winter Soldier. Just the thought of his name made you shiver.
You had a very bad feeling that even your status as the Widow couldn't push away. You were proven right the moment that the door of the training room slammed open, and your sister, the rest of the Widows in the waiting room and you looked up. One of the trainers was walking out of the room. But she wasn't alone. Behind her, she was dragging a poor beaten up Widow. She seemed like she was barely breathing. All of the Widows watched in silence as the first Widow of this training was dragged away God knows where. Natasha and you shared a look. You didn't say anything, but you both agreed that this was going to be a long day.
It was already dark outside as you watched the Widows go inside the training room. Some of them coming out of it alive, but badly beaten. Some of them weren't so lucky. Pretty soon you watched as Natasha got out of the training room, took her towel, pressed it into her bruised face, exchanged a few words with you and leave to go to her room. A few second passed and you heard your name being called out with a sharp, but clear voice.
"Y/N Romanoff!"
You stood up like a robot, wiped your hands with your training suit and started to walk over towards the training room door. This was it. Either you come out alive or you die trying. One or the other. As you walked into the room and the door closed behind you, you took in your surroundings. In front of you was placed a boxing ring, only you knew the two of you wouldn't be boxing. That one was for sure. You looked to your right and saw a bunch of your trainers and Hydra agents murmuring among themselves.
"Y/N, step in the middle of the ring." Anastassia, your own trainer said as she handed you a small pocket knife. As you did so you heard them talk behind you.
"Y/N Romanoff. Her sister is Natasha Romanoff. A girl that was here before her. The two of them have the highest score in the Black Widow Program."
"We shall see in a moment."
You felt a shiver going down your spine as one of the Hydra's agents uttered those words.
"Y/N Romanoff. Meet The Winter Soldier."
You looked to your left and that's when you saw him. His piercing black eyes full of hatred were looking at the Hydra's agent as he sat on a chair in the dark corner of the room. He suddenly stood up as the agent ordered him to do so. He started to walk up to you towards the ring, however, he still didn't look you in the eyes. That's why you still couldn't really see his eyes properly. Your hard gaze followed him around the room as he got closer to you. When he finally stepped over the wire and into the ring, you noticed that he was given the same little pocket knife as you were.
"Y/N Romanoff. Winter Soldier. Fight."
That's when he looked you back in the eyes. For a moment you were frozen in shock, you could tell that he was, too. Your knees buckled as you watched soldier's eyes soften a little as a small frown was placed on his oddly perfect face without the mask this time. You somehow were charmed by him. You couldn't help but feel like your breath was stolen away from you as his piercing eyes were looking at you with some kind of interest. Interest in what? You could easily tell that he was, too, shocked by his sudden capability to experience any sort of emotion other than emptiness and hatred whatsoever. But you knew that you had to snap out of it before he got into his normal self. So you did.
You landed the first punch and that's when he came to. He started to throw punches back as the Red Room trainers and the Hydra's agents were watching your every single move closely. Just as you were about to throw the next hit, the Winter Soldier, cut your cheek with the knife. You hissed a little and glared angrily at him. If he wanted to play dirty, so could you.
At the end of the training you got your ticket out of the training room, that much was clear. You had to admit, he was a rough opponent. He was quick, clever and very strong. This fight was a big challenge and you just know fully understood why some of the Widows didn't make it. As you gave the pocket knife back to your trainer you could truly feel the soreness in your whole body. You had a few bruises and a big cut on your cheek ashoulderder, but you feltsensence of accomplishment as you knew that you got the Hydra's soldier pretty good, too.
He was hissing angrily as he took the towel from some Hydra's agent. He had a giant slush over his chest, a bruised jaw and a little cut on his chin. You turned around, away from his gaze, as you continued to speak to the Hydra's agents and The Red Room trainers that were asking you all sorts of questions. You felt piercing eyes on the back of your head the entire time. You knew were well to whom they belonged to. But you couldn't make yourself turn around. After you were dismissed you turned around and practically ran out of the training room. You just couldn't wait to escape the torture you just went through. But not only physical torture, but emotional torture, too.
You found yourself all alone as you walked out of the room whose door was slammed shut behind you. You looked out of the small window of the waiting room and you saw that it was pure dark outside. You quietly sighed to yourself as you made your way to the showers. As you relaxed in the shower, put on some fresh clothes and took care of the bruises and cuts you made your way over to your dorm room.
But what you didn't expect was to be showed in the dark corner of the hallway. You couldn't even let out a quiet gasp as your mouth was suddenly covered by a cold metal arm. You felt yourself freeze in shock as you realized who it was.
"Успокойся, вдова." (Calm down, Widow.) He hissed at you quietly, his breath hot on your face.
You nodded, not saying a word because you knew that there was no way out of this one. You didn't know why you were acting like this. You were a Widow for crying out loud. You are strong, intelligent and full of undying fire in your heart. You couldn't understand why you were letting yourself be ordered around by the Winter Soldier like some rag doll. But at the same time you had to admit that he was very intimidating at the moment since his other arm was placed on the wall next to your head.
This position made him look twice taller than you. He slowly put his metal hand away from your mouth as you took s breath in. You leaned yourself against the wall, one foot placed on the wall behind you, crossing your arms as you looked at the soldier's a little bit soft and confused eyes. You looked him straight in the eyes, your gaze, trying to be strong and full of confidence.
"Чего ты хочешь, Солдат?" (What do you want, Soldier?)
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People of Tumblr, please, give me a good romance book rec. I need a stand alone. Reverse grumpy x sunshine, optional. Ooh, or or or. I want to try dark romance, also optional. Pleaseeeeeee
Also accepting toothrotting fluff
I just sat up on the toilet while reading and realized I have no memory of going to the bathroom. The last thing I remember is reading in my bed. So either I just teleported cause I had to pee or sleep walked while reading cause I had to pee... Like I can remember the chapter just not the journey.
Sitting in front of my crush in a coffeeshop on a cold February evening while she was reading dressed in a long dusty pink dress is the epitome of desperate attraction I've felt so far
Just a reminder that if you say anything along the lines of "support the content, not the creator" (there's an actual saying but my 12 am brain can't remembered it) only works if the creator is not making any money off of the content
You can say that about Homer and Greek mythology, bc Homer is dead and all related works are public domain
You can say that about Tolkein and Lewis, bc they're both dead and any products go towards their estate, obviously not the person
You CANNOT say that about JKR, bc she's still very much alive and involved with everything HP related. Even buying a butterbeer at Universal Studios gives her money (I'm not kidding. She gets a cut of anything HP)
You CANNOT say that about Neil Gaiman, bc not only is he alive, but he still makes money on anything he was ever a part of. Yes, he's no longer involved with the production of Good Omens and most companies have cut ties with him, but if you buy a copy of Coraline, or Sandman, or anything he has ever written, he is getting that money
Is that clear?
Chapter 2
Family Ties, Family Dies
If the smog painted the night sky any darker, Aseria would believe it was night. Her dirty blonde hair nearly dyed black by the smoke that drifted through the alleyways she snuck through them. It was a horrible night to be a citizen of any part of Whiusil. The villages had been torn to shreds during a war between the people and the neighboring powerhouse of Betrothal a year before.
While it seemed so simple to just let others live in peace, peace is not an option once others have better technology.
The people of Whiusil began fixing their wounds and ailments with a metallic substance, Sweoyae, shortened to Swey in the face of enforcement.
Sweoyae took the villages by storm, even people that didn’t need the metal used it to enhance their bodies in ways that were meant to be used for good. People began to create machines that could move and talk, but not have the same for of intelligence of a human.
All around, swey was helping the people of the nation. The men could build the villages, hunt or fish for longer periods of time and the women could stay in the fields to plant longer.Doctors could work longer on the things that typical amounts of swey couldn’t fix without being tired, and the children didn’t worry about broken bones as much as they typically would. In the lines of villages, everyone knows everyone, meaning that everyone shares the work regardless of their status.
As previously assumed, Betrothal caught wind of the neighboring technology and wanted to buy it all from the villages. Why would a line of villages need such materials if they have no one to protect themselves from? Why use it for little things like hunting when one could use it for strength?
Whiusil, barely takes a third of Betrothal’s size, meaning if Betrothal wanted something, they could take it by force, which is exactly how things happened on the night of October 12th.
Betrothal came in with a force unlike anyone had ever seen. Statues broken, people murdered in the streets, flags and buildings set on fire with no remorse.
Once the dust settled and the losses were cut, was no trace of sweoyae taken from Whiusil. It became increasingly obvious as the people of Whiusil began to fight back that the attack was never about sweoyae. The attack on Whiusil was all for the sake of showing off the immense power, threat that Betrothal holds and money that Betrothal could burn to show the steps they could take for power.
“What a night to be alive, huh dear?”
A calm, yet chipper voice says from beside her.
Without much thought, she swung her fist so hard the wooden post behind the alleged attacker dented slightly. A quick kick is swiped under her feet, giving her no time to dodge. As she reaches for the small dagger holstered above her ankle, the voice rings out again.
“It’s me! It’s me!”
A blur of black and white shoots in front of her like lightning, a loud thump hitting the floor a few feet away and the next thing Aseria knows, she is on her knees with one hand caught at the wrist behind her back.
“This is your lieutenant speaking! Stand down!”
With a cringe from the sudden realization, and a wince from the pain, Aseria’s head drops slowly.
“I’m sorry, it’s just instinct! Isn’t that what you taught me? Swing first, questions later!”
The lieutenant chuckles and shakes her head, the rest of her white curls falling out of her helmet. Lieutenant Reyna Muerzo, a terrifying leader that stands at six foot three, was nothing short of sneaky. For her size, she knew how to get around quickly and quietly.
“That I did. I know that is just how you were taught, but you know we’re not in those times anymore. The war ended last May, child.”
Letting a stressed sigh, Aseria sat back up to look up at the woman in front of her. Wordlessly, they both stand to overlook the burning city before them. Another product of a revolution that simply refused to end. The silence between the duo felt deafening, there was nothing to say, nothing to do anymore, nowhere to call home that wasn’t in cinders to return to.
Sifting a hand through her pocket, Reyna found three stray cigarettes and offered one to the dirty blonde beside her. As Aseria declined, she took a match to strike on the side of her boot to light the cancerous stick in her hand.
“I know you lost a lot, we all did. But you have to be willing to let go of the soldier you were, and accept the woman you are. You shouldn’t have had to grow up that fast. This should not have been your battle to fight.”
“That was the only time I felt useful, mom.”
Reyna’s eyes widened. She hadn’t heard that title from her daughter in over a year. Once the war for freedom started, she was nothing more to the country than a feared lieutenant. She regained her composure just as quickly as she was thrown off.
“Then find another way to be useful.”
“I don’t think I can find one so easily.”
“Then let us make one, my child. Where do we start? Rebuild the city?”
Looking up to see the expression on her mother’s face, Aseria sees nothing but a smile adorning her wrinkled features. It shouldn't be a shock for such a strong woman to be such a strong mother, but Aseria was still taken back by the gentleness in her mother’s words after watching her take countless lives for the sake of their freedom.
The silence feels tense for a moment, but Reyna moves to her motorcycle that was discarded at the beginning of their conversation. As she puts her helmet on the ground, she looks over her shoulder gently.
“I do not blame you for throwing your sword the way you did;”
Reyna starts to lift the machine, a gentle whirring noise coming from it, as if it was arguing with her. She fiddles with the kickstand as Aseria takes a sharp breath, unsure of where their conversation was going. She knew from the start she was nothing more than a combat medic, she was told from the very first battle between Betrothal and Whiusil to only save the people with mechanical enhancements on their bodies. She couldn’t help but wonder if her mother was angry at her for running away from her position as a medic.
“I know you were scared. I did the same thing when I was handed my first sword. I just wish they would have kept their promise.”
A sigh of relief left Aseria as she realized her mother was more worried than upset with her, but when she looked at her mother again, she could tell something was wrong. The way Reyna leaned against the motorcycle told her everything she needed to know.
She was tense, nervous like she told a secret she wasn't supposed to tell. Lost in her own thoughts, the lieutenant begins to mutter to herself, ways things could’ve shifted in their favor, things she could’ve done differently to avoid her only child going to war at the age of twenty, losing part of her own arm and more. It wasn’t until a hand was on her shoulder that she was drawn out of her thoughts quickly.
“..Mom? What promise?”
A deep sigh settles in her chest as she nods, more to herself than the confused woman in front of her. Taking her hand carefully, Reyna begins leading her daughter to the ruins of the city in front of them.
“I think it’s time I tell you a little more about the man your father was, more importantly, who everyone thought your father was.”
Aseria turns to point out the motorcycle her mother was just leaning on behind them.
“What about your bike?”
“He will follow.”
Without hesitation, the vehicle lights up and roars to life as if it was leaning on the stand in the first place. Aseria's eyes widened but set quickly, silently cursing herself for forgetting that sweoyae was also used in machines, not just humans.
“Maude, come. We are going home.”
I could really use a beta reader for this Aizawa Yamada Hitoshi family au I’m writing! Please help!
man the crazy thing about babies is that like, some people would think that reading a baby a book about farm animals is teaching them about farm animals, but really it’s teaching them about the concept of a book and how there’s new information on each page of a single object, but really, beyond that, it’s teaching them how language works, and beyond that it’s really actually teaching them about human interaction, and really really it’s them learning about existing in a three-dimensional space and how they can navigate that space, but actually, above all it is teaching them that mama loves them.