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microsoft word is too damn judgy. "consider using concise language" it's called PROSE. idiot
“But what can you actually DO with a degree in [insert subject here]?!”
Write fanfiction with a high degree of accuracy in a very specific field, next question.
why does the formatting look weird on mobile????
Just One Bite Would Be Too Much
Summary: The urges were strong. Pulling, like the sea rushes to shore with a racing certainty. Arthur struggles against the want deep within him knowing that one bite could end it all.
[usuk]
For @inkwells-writing !!! Not as fluffy as I wanted it to be. It had a mind of its own. BUT IT’S NOT ANGST BECAUSE I CAN’T DO THAT AND THERE IS A BADLY WRITTEN KISS. Enjoy!
Available on ao3.
there are fanfics you will recommend to your friends with enthusiasm and then there are fanfics that no-one can ever know you have read
Aspire to write both.
Weed Killer
Summary: ‘Can I trust your source?’ the sandy blond asked as he leaned into his guard, resting his head against his shoulder.
There was silence before he received a sharp nod in response from the man seated across from him. His guard’s fingers continued to thread softly through his hair.
‘Time to weed the garden.’
[usuk]
[Bodyguard x Crime Boss]
WARNINGS: Graphic depictions of violence, brief suggestive scene, and coarse language
My submission for the @usukustwiceperyear collection: Uncommon Professions!
Accompanying image here: Bared Teeth
Available on ff.net and ao3
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A black Rolls Royce pulled up to the side of the building, tinted windows blocking sticky beaked pedestrians from prying. Dark clouds circled overhead like vultures awaiting their next meal. The wind chased loiterers into their homes as streetlights flicked on one by one, their yellow glow illuminating strips of the road on the quickly darkening streets.
Window blinds flickered from the floors above, observing. The blinds fluttered open a couple of times like a coy bat of eyelashes, beckoning.
A man exited the vehicle, holding the door slightly ajar as quick cobalt blue eyes darted across the streets, surveying. Square glasses accentuated his boyish appearance, but his expression remained hardened. The wind caressed his golden blond hair and pulled at the crisp black suit as he checked the area once again. He nodded to occupants in the vehicle before another man stepped out.
He rose to his full height yet stood shorter than the golden blond before him. His piercing absinthe green eyes glanced up at the man accompanying him. The wind took hold of his sandy blond hair, messing with his already tousled locks. Concern marred the bespectacled man’s sharp features.
‘What’s the matter, dear?’ the sandy blond queried.
‘Arthur, we could’ve left this to Mattie,’ he ran a hand through his windswept hair, the beginnings of a pout threatening to form on his face, ‘It was his informant.’
‘He can take care of the riff-raff, Alfred.’ Arthur turned back to the car, dismissive. The taller tapped on the roof of the vehicle, signalling it. The car left, taking the three remaining occupants with it. ‘We’ve got to nip the problem in the bud, correct?’
‘Yes, Boss.’
Adjusting the cuff links of his well-fitting chestnut brown suit, he began walking towards the entrance, his guard following behind him never more than two paces behind.
The first drop of rain hit the pavement as they entered the building.
Uncommon Professions: A Collection of Fanarts, Comics and Fanfics
Hello, everyone! Mayumi Sato here! I’m glad to bring to you our third collection of fanarts and fanfics! I will give you guys some links first and then you can keep reading to get more information of what this is all about!
You can download this collection in two different formats! PDF and JPG! Here are the links for you!
PDF format.
JPG format (compressed in rar).
JPG format (compressed in zip).
Now, please keep reading this post to get some additional info and extra links, such as where to vote on the theme for the next collection! =D
Keep reading
Reblog if you’re an APH Fanfiction Blog
I’m starting a blog to show active hetalia blogs
here if youre: Ask blog hetalia dedicated Art blog rp blog
ao3 tag: “angst with a happy ending”
me:
USUKUS in Uncommon Professions — a thematic event to produce fanfics and fanarts.
What is this event about?
Like the previous one, this is an event in which authors and artists who are fond of USUK/UKUS will produce works inspired by a theme. This time, this theme will be Uncommon Professions. All participants have to register and send their works to us until a deadline (which may be extended but try not to assume this) so we will organize everything in a collection in JPG and PDF formats.
Keep reading
Please reblog this post to let other people know about the event!^___^
Why do I feel like writing the moment Uni starts again?
Beware My Beauty
Summary: I am danger and your demise.
WARNING: Original Story
Available on Inkitt
To those who have tasted me upon your tongues, remember my flavour. I may be knowledge or an element yet you worship me still. Your need for me, your compulsion swells and twists from just one taste. The draught that glitter in your hand. See it shimmer. See it shine. Drink me. Feel me as I dance down your throat. Indulge in me.
There was once a man. A man who was simply a king. He lusted for me. I was his vice, his evil, his fortune. I had him in the palm of my hand, dancing. He danced a silly little dance, to the tune of his desires and his greed. I watched him twirl about merrily. The tune soon grew louder and louder, his greed drowning everything. He made a wish to the gods for more. More fortune, more riches. Poor poor Midas, wretched little Midas. My hands became his and his world turned into riches with every touch. (And they say what a rich man wants is nothing.) He had what he wanted but not what he needed. His precious wine and bread became encased in my beguiling beauty. He passed not long after. Starved and dry surrounded by immeasurable wealth and fruits he could not eat. Nothing had changed.
Tell me, what has changed? Tell me, is it the simple things in life? Are they parts of days gone by? Or simply small nothings spoken in our daily lives. Tell me the story, sing me the song of what once was and will be. Tell me the reason for all that has happened. Time and time again. I am still a source of desire. I decorate museums and dress old buildings. I am stored away. I am stolen. Fought over. Killed over. I am your pain, your suffering. An addiction. Come closer, let me see you. Let me feel you. Watch me drag my fingers down your arms and the goosebumps rise to attention. Follow me as I drag you into a never-ending cycle of want. Those who dream of fortune, be warned. I am both a blessing and curse. I am everywhere.
You see, I am there when you buy your bread and butter. I am the reward for a hard day’s work. I am a fortune.
I am gold.
Yet my story is not finished. I am money, I am wealth. I am part of your desire. No one is safe from me. Some may want me, some may need me. Others hate me whilst some love me. But I cannot be controlled. Try as you may, I will haunt some and be the downfall of many. Like greedy King Midas. He could not have a taste of his food nor water for it had become gold.
Do see me for what I am, a simple piece of rock beneath the sand. Dig me up and use me wisely. My beauty attracts the eyes of many. Guard me well. Though sometimes I am likened to knowledge and people. It is my physical form that should be feared.
Those who lust for me, beware the taste that I will leave. It will imprint itself upon your tongue and melt in your brain as a drive, a desire for material gain. Do not wish for me. I am everywhere. My presence lingers in the air. I can cause many to do what they should not. I can take the life of mortals though not intentionally.
Beware my spell, my worth, my beauty.
I am gold, wealth, and desire.
Drink me, if you dare.
USUKUS Fic Blog Recs
Heyyy I’m just some random guy that likes reading fics. I don’t know everyone on this website so please just send me a message if I missed you or your friend/s uifklweafksj thank you. Some of these are personal blogs while some are writing/art blogs but most have their own tag for their fic!
Edit: I can’t seem to tag some people so if the link doesn’t work, you can search their url on the search bar!!
@365daysofusuk
@addicted2tomatoes
@alexwritesfluff
@afjakwrites
@aph-english-rose
@atlantisms
@birb-draws
@blackroseauthoress
@bluesfanfiction
@buttermyfish
@clocksfanfiction
@delinquentaufics
@empressvegah
@fanfic-so-usuk
@fishwichformylove
@forloveoflibertea
@gallifreyanlibertea
@hikikomori-kuma
@hopaiskalos
@inkwells-writing
@iloveusukfanfics
@ixiethepixiewrites
@jedishampoo
@justa-fangirl
@katryusha
@levyfai
@lollipoplou
@magiclaud
@magic-magpie
@mayumisatosan
@narcoleptic-art
@not-aph-england
@pangaea-writes-shit
@prussiumscribbles
@snowyfoxpaws
@usukdorkfanfics
@usuk-headcanon
@usukfics
@x-silkplants-x
@quietgalwrites
@zeplerfer
My goodness! I can’t believe I’m on this!! Thank you very much, lovely. I should really knuckle down on all my unfinished fics now!
My darling, Queen of Spades
Summary: A little letter to accompany my usuk weekly jam drawing.
[usuk]
My darling, Queen of Spades,
Arthur, my darling, my sweet, this is my gift to you.
I see the power that embraces you. Your beauty shines brighter accompanied by your strength. Your magic, legendary. Yet with vile hands, it tears at your soul.
You sink deeper and deeper into yourself. The still pool of your mind contaminated with ripples that distort who you are. I promise, no matter how far you sink, or how deep you fall, I will always jump in after you. To stay with you even when you are lost in the caverns of your mind.
I see those hands that pull you into the murky depths. The hands that caress you with the weight of guilt and pain. Caging you with bars of fingers and flesh. I promise to pull you from your bonds, and, if I am not strong enough to do so, hold you in my arms forever.
No matter what, I will stay by your side. No matter when I will be there. No matter why I will love you with all my heart.
Forever and Always,
Alfred
Cold Mornings
Summary: It’s during the cold mornings when the lovers meet.
[prucan]
Day 2 prompt from 2017 PruCan Week: Tempt/Touch
hahaha this is a month late but hey, I did it
For @dearqueenofspades Thanks for inspiring me to actually write something.
Available on ao3 and ff.net.
[Edit] Waahh I found a tonne of typos... TT^TT must.... fix...
The wind whistled through the trees ruffling her green locks as the moon smiled upon them. Soft lamplight laced the footpath as cold steps echoed across the pavement. The temperature dropped as he passed. Morning dew froze into tiny icicles, littering the ground with a frosty sheen.
Matthew walked along the familiar street. His hair shinning under every streetlight. Ice followed in his wake coating everything in his frosty image. The stream adjacent to the path trickled gently. The bank freezing slightly framing the edge of the stream forming a deep mirror for the moon to admire herself in. It was a quiet night.
Withered leaves collected at his feet as a gust of wind approached from his left. Fog rolled in with grace and the air stills.
'Good morning Gilbert,’ Matthew says, greeting the previously vacant fence. He tucks his hands into the front of his clothes, more out of habit than out of being cold. Seemly obnoxious laughter resonated from the misty figure now seated upon the white picket fence. Crimson eyes glowed from his misty form.
'Mornin’,’ Gilbert replies observing the frozen figure before him. ‘What’s a pretty bird like you-’ he looks up just in time to catch Matthew’s flushed face- 'doing all alone at a time like this?’
'Hoser.’
Matthew glared at Gilbert’s translucent face only to break into a warm smile. Gilbert imitated the grin shyly as he floated around him. Moisture picked at Matthew’s skin only to freeze on contact. The road before him disappearing behind a thick layer of mist.
Matthew’s eyes fluttered shut as he leant in to give Gilbert a peck on the lips. It was a soft kiss, barely touching. He pulled back slowly revelling in the little time they had.
They sat together, head tucked into another’s neck, back against the fence. The frosted grass cushioning them as they whispered nonsense to one another.
'You’re so beautiful,’ Gilbert sighed twirling a frost-bitten dandelion between his fingers. Brushing Matthew’s hair aside, he tucked the flower behind his ear.
'Says you, you mystical fool,’ Matthew refuted. Pink dusted Gilbert’s lucent cheeks.
'Ha,’ he said degrading, 'all I do is get people either lost or killed.’ Matthew regarded him with a furrowed brow, resignation set firmly in his mauve eyes, 'Don’t we all.’
It was barely above a whisper yet it was deafening in the silence.
Time trickled by before either of them spoke again.
'It’s not like we can really help it anyway.’
'Hmm.’
Light began to fill the tranquil scene. Water began to drip from the sun-kissed tree tops dampening the ground below. Matthew looked towards the sky only to have a droplet land between his eyes.
Gilbert laughs.
Unimpressed, Matthew flicks his melting fingers at the laughing man, covering him in a splatter of water.
He stood slowly, brushing himself off before offering his hand to the seated man.
'My brother will be here soon…’ Matthew muttered, glancing over at the brightening horizon. He turned back to Gilbert, mauve eyes locking with crimson.
'See you tomorrow?’ Gilbert whispered. Reaching out to cradle Matthew’s cheek with his wispy hand.
'Of course,’ Matthew chuckled, resisting the temptation to lean over and kiss him again.
Daylight spilt over the horizon, his burning rays caressing the Earth’s frosted skin. Light refracted off the frozen shards, sprinkling the ground with a rainbow of colour.
Blinding light encased Matthew, and then, he was gone. Nothing but the moist ground and morning fog remained.
manakete
by nyoengland
Summary: "we have the power of dragons. we have the hearts of humans; therefore, we do not belong with monsters. we are a form taken by dragons to conserve their strength and survive in a world which no longer permits our full existence.“
Arthur watches over Alfred, regardless of what he is.
Read on AO3
@dearqueenofspades Thank you for writing this for me!!!! <3
It Can Only Be, Bitter Sweet
Summary: It's dark and deep. The rich colours swallowing, chewing me up. Then, there is light.
WARNING: Tragedy, violence, suicide attempt, original story
Available on Inkitt
Whispers haunt my disorient mind. Bleached lamplight dives in through the ghostly curtains, dancing along the towering walls. Red washes away the peaceful melancholy, flooding it with agony. The cold air caresses my punctured arm picking at the broken scabs and nudging more blood from my veins. Its instigator lay a distance away. Its smooth sharp edge dyed in this dirty red colour. It’s okay. This body lives for Mother. Mummy’s little boy. So it should die for her. She doesn’t love you. Mother is better off without me. No one needs me. Surrounding colours blur into one, finally resting on a deep dark black.
Warmth beckons me to consciousness, removing me from a disturbed sleep. Soft beeping awakens me completely. A bitterness fills my mouth, I failed.
The bell chimes with another day's end. Should I try again tonight? My body aches, bandages and blemishes riddle my scrawny figure. No girl, I jest with myself, no one would find me attractive, but that’s okay. Okay, alright, all fine. People of this small town don’t. Everyone knows everything about anyone around here.
I notice a presence moving towards my desk. She stands, introducing herself as Lucy followed by a dazzling smile. New I suppose, not often round these parts, they never stick around me for long, no one does. Why would they? I’ve heard what they say about me. The boy with the wounds. They ask and I tell them I’m fine. All fine, okay, alright. She pulls me from my musing with one heart-stopping statement.