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Hard Day’s Work
An open note to readers of fanfic
Sometimes I stare at the computer screen when the words don’t want to come and I think, “Fuck, who am I kidding? This is terrible writing, and this story is shit, and no one cares, anyway.” And I close the window and go do something else.
But every now and then I get an amazing, heartfelt, beautiful comment from someone who loved something I wrote, and it reminds me that, at least for that one person, I did write something worthwhile. And so I open the window again and I write one sentence, and then another, and then I start to find my way again.
So on behalf of all fanfic writers everywhere, I want to say thank you, thank you so much, to all of the readers who take the time to leave a comment and tell us that something we wrote mattered to you, that it brightened your day or made you laugh or cry or get horny or whatever.
Please don’t think we’re ever bothered by your comment, or that we don’t want to hear it, or that what you have to say isn’t important enough. It means so, so much. And on some days, it’s what keeps us going.
Uuuh, for the Drabbles thing, how about "Drink Me"? And um, perhaps just a non-romantic fic with America and Canada? Or just any sibling set you feel comfortable writing about! Pretty please~ and thank you~ :)
but of course! i do love these two siblings uwu (i'm going to be a purist so drabbles are 100 words; this one is just dumb but hey, it's writing practice!)
“This is disgusting.”
America glanced at his brother, smiling loosely, obviously a lot more relaxed than he had been before hand, nursing a bottle of beer. “Nah, it’s really not, bro.”
Canada grimaced, sticking his tongue out and staring at the fluorescent liquid in front of him. “No. No, this is disgusting. And I’m pretty sure it shouldn’t be that colour.”
“It’s meant to be that colour.”
“Nothing is meant to be this colour.”
A clear glass cup filled with the offending, bright blue liquid was held up for the other to see, making America roll his eyes.
“You’re the one who brought it with you.”
drabbles: send me characters and a prompt
Leave a “Amuse Me” in my ask, and I will write a funny drabble about one character trying to cheer another up.
Leave a “Break Me” in my ask, and I will write an angsty drabble.
Leave a “Call Me” in my ask, and I will write a drabble about one character asking for another [be it at the brink of death/in a battlefield/knocking on the front door wounded, feel free to specify.]
Leave a “Drink Me” in my ask, and I will write a drabble about characters drinking, alone or with each other.
Leave a “Enamor Me” in my ask, and I will write a fluffy drabble characters trying to woo one another [be it out of the blue/Valentines Day, feel free to specify.]
Leave a “Fight Me” in my ask, and I will write a drabble out one character fighting with/or against another.
Leave a “Get Me” in my ask, and I will write a drabble about one character saving another.
Leave a “Haunt Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about one character watching over another [as a ghost, watching from a distance, or otherwise, feel free to specify.]
Leave a “Invite Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about one character asking another character to join them.
Leave a “Join Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about one character giving another character an offer [be it a proposal for an alliance, asking them to join them in an activity (you can get dirty if you want), feel free to specify.]
Leave a “Kill Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about one character killing another.
Leave a “Love Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a fluffy drabble about two (or more) characters.
Leave a “Mourn Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about one character mourning another character’s death.
Leave a “Nurse Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about one character healing another.
Leave a “Offer Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about one character giving another a gift.
Leave a “Paint Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about one character drawing a picture of another [like one of your french girls~ be it painting them or drawing them, maybe offering a picture of them as a gift, feel free to specify.]
Leave a “Quiet Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about one character trying to calm another down [be it from crying, from lashing out, feel free to specify.]
Leave a “Remember Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about one character trying to get another to remember them [be it from an accident, meeting them after years apart, feel free to specify.]
Leave a “Shag Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a dirty drabble about the specified characters.
Leave a “Tell Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about one character confessing something to another [be it a love confession, a secret, feel free to specify.]
Leave a “Unbind Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about one character freeing another, or the other way around, or something among the lines [be it freeing them from jail, from handcuffs, from a trap, from a curse, feel free to specify.]
Leave a “Value Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about one character telling another how they feel about them.
Leave a “Wed Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about a character under the subject of wedlock [be it characters proposing to or marrying another, feel free to specify.]
Leave a “X Me” in my ask, and I will write whatever it is that you wish, [specify.]
Leave an “Yahoo Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about the specified characters celebrating something [feel free to specify.]
Leave an “Zip Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about one character dressing another, or the other way around [this can also be used for shutting them up as well, but feel free to specify.]
SO, I’ve managed to write five short not-quite-drabbles today, so I’m on a roll and would like to not lose all that momentum?
Feel free to ask things from this one, or the one I reblogged this morning
And hey, if I finish filling up my q for December, I can start posting them now? :D
OCs here, if you are so inclined
Place one of these words and a character/pairing/series in my inbox and I'll write a drabble about it
Ablutophobia – fear of bathing, washing, or cleaning
Achluophobia – fear of darkness
Acrophobia – fear of heights
Aichmophobia - fear of needles
Algiophobia - fear of pain
Androphobia – fear of men
Asthenophobia - fear of weakness
Astraphobia – fear of thunder and lightning
Atelophobia - fear of imperfection
Athazagoraphobia- fear of being forgotten
Atychiphobia – fear of failure
Aphenphosmphobia - fear of being touched
Autophobia – fear of being alone or isolated or of one's self
Cardiophobia - fear of the heart
Cibophobia– aversion to food, synonymous to anorexia
Claustrophobia – fear of having no escape and being closed in
Dysmorphophobia – fear of having an ugly body
Eisoptrophobia- fear of seeing oneself in the mirror
Erotophobia – fear of sexual love or sexual abuse
Frigophobia – fear of becoming too cold
Gamophobia – fear of marriage, commitment
Gelotophobia – fear of being laughed at
Gerascophobia – fear of growing old or aging
Gynophobia – fear of women
Haphephobia – fear of being touched
Heliophobia – fear of sunlight
Hypnophobia – fear of sleep
Isolophobia - fear of being alone
Kenophobia- fear of voids or empty spaces
Maniaphobia - fear of insanity
Mnemophobia- fear of memories
Mysophobia – fear of germs, contamination or dirt
Ombrophobia – fear of rain
Onomatophobia - fear of a name, or a certain name
Pediophobia – fear of dolls
Phonophobia – fear of loud sounds
Pnigerophobia - fear of being choked, of being smothered
Pyrophobia – fear of fire
Sciophobia - fear of shadows
Sitiophobia - fear of eating
Spectrophobia – fear of ghosts and phantoms
Taphophobia, taphephobia – fear of being placed in a grave while still alive
Teratophobia- fear of bearing a deformed child
Thalassophobia – fear of the sea, or fear of being in the ocean
Tokophobia – fear of childbirth or pregnancy
Toxiphobia - fear of being poisoned
Imagine this:
That the time where all of the nordics are independent, no more wars or fights. And then they decide to fall asleep on the same bed like they used to, all of them cuddled to each other with soft smiles on their lips. And then theres Denmark in the middle, smiling happily with his eyes closed, with happy tears streaming down his cheeks because his family is back together. uwu
He’d lost track of hoe long it had been, since this had last happened. They had been apart a long time, and every second it was clear in the mind of the pseudo-immortal. When emotion during those periods had ranged from drunken bliss to blistering anger and uncontrollable sobbing, with everything in between, he could hardly be expected to forget. But now they were back in their usual huddle under blankets and quilts, trying to get enough warmth to fight off the cold winter air.
It was harder now, he had to admit. They were all substantially bigger than he remembered them being – they barely even fitted on the bed now. It wasn’t that he hadn’t expected them all to grow; it was just that he hadn’t expected it to be that much… Had they really been that young, last time they had perfect peace? Had they really been that young when the wars started?
He could feel someone pulling closer to him, and even if he couldn’t quite put his finger on whom, it made the saddening thoughts drop from his mind. He could feel Norway’s bony fingers clinging to his shirt, most likely in a state of absent thought, considering he would never show such affection normally. His head lay on Denmark’s shoulder, having been shoved away from the pillow almost completely by Sweden, who despite everything had ended up completely wrapped up in the other nation, arms around his waste and pulled close to his back. He couldn’t figure out how either of them were comfortable, but bare arms pressed against his own made it a little easier. It had been a long time since either of the two of them had been this close to him, and after centuries of having and losing he was just happy to have it.
On the other side of him, Finland had tried to claim the edge of the bed, not quite willing to be close to the people when he was sleeping. But then Iceland had blatantly refused to be anywhere near his brother, but at the same time refused to be on the end, so in the end Finland had ceded to allowing Iceland in next to him. It was hard to believe they had been the same age at one point, when they were awake, but now it was obvious, and Denmark felt the familiar feeling of protectiveness shift in his heart.
It was nice, seeing his family wrapped up in each other again. A little too nice. For all he pretended to be the perfect modern tough guy, Denmark could feel tears welling up in his eyes. He’d waited for this, and for so long. The smile that pulled at the corners of his lips was perfect, as he rolled onto his side, feeling Iceland wrap copy his older brother’s actions, clinging to the back of the shirt he’d more or less forced himself to wear. He could feel Finland shifting to get closer to both of them, and could just about feel fingers lacing together on his back, though he couldn’t figure out who’s.
Denmark's arms wrapped around Norway, unable to stop the little tears, just happy to feel so many pairs of arms belonging to all of the people he cared about, wrapped around him and holding him close; showing how much they cared. Together at last.
norice -- we have problems
Merry Christmas, Anna!! Gleðileg jól, ástin mín uwu
i'm so done with myself you don't even understand
The scrambling of hands made it harder and harder to stop what was happening. Neither of them seemed to be fully in control of their actions, but for the desperation of getting at skin that they couldn’t reach. Tongues clashed and teeth collided in a few uncomfortable moments, and Iceland groaned appreciatively when Norway pulled them closer together, his fingers digging into his thighs. There were getting closer and closer, battling for something that neither of them really knew, nails scratching down Norway’s spine, as one hand moved up to yank on his hair. They jutted together, completely in synch with everything from their pounding hearts, to their presses, to the stupid sarcastic remarks they would never be without.
Iceland hissed something under his breath, craning his neck and arching his back, giving the other the clue to what he wanted. As Norway nipped down his neck, he hummed his approval, eyes closing behind the soft black fabric he had been so graciously blindfolded with. He was stuck in a world of hearing and feeling, which he was more than completely okay with.
A hand traced over his tailbone, making him twitch in anticipation. He could practically feel the smug smirk gracing the Norwegians lips. (Though, he supposed that could be attributed to the fact that he was currently kissing along his shoulder, and that made it easier to know what his lips were doing.) Biting his tongue for a moment, he let go with a pained hiss, not having expected the shock of a finger probing against him just yet.
“Fuck!”
Above him, Norway laughed. “As eloquent as ever, brother dearest.”
“D- don’t call me that when you’re f- fucking me, bastard.” He answered with a sharp tug on the blond hair in his grasp, eliciting a curse.
“I’m not fucking you yet,” he pointed out, sounding a little breathless all of a sudden, as he bit down on his collar bone hard, making Iceland mewl and squeak. A nice little red mark was forming, and Norway couldn’t help the feeling to pride, as he ran his tongue over the sensitive skin. “Lube?”
Iceland made a little noise of affirmative, apparently losing his ability to speak. He groped sideways, shaking his head when Norway tried to stop him, and reaching out to grab whatever it was, that was apparently over the edge of his bed.
Neither of them quite realised how close to the edge of the bed they were before Iceland managed to get caught on thin air and started to slide sideways. There was a scrambling for something to grab a hold of, and a few moments of devastated grumbling as they realised they probably weren’t going to catch themselves.
One loud thump later, and they were in a rather uncomfortable pile on the floor.
Iceland let out a rather loud noise of complain, reaching up to pull of his blindfold, and shoving Norway surreptitiously off him. And Norway just let him, sitting up in a dazed manner, coming down from the high of foreplay into the pain of wooden floors. “Nothing wants us to have sex at the moment, do they!”
Norway hummed slightly, murmuring under his breath his agreement and shuffling uncomfortably. “The Powers are against us…”
“Would you stop shifting? I’m sensitive enough as it is!”
He just stared for a minute. “Please tell me you’re joking.”
“Arrgh shut up!”
Norway rolled his eyes, before shifting a little so he could remove whatever was jabbing in his arse. The little clear plastic bottle took a moment to register, before he broke down into a fit of laughter that he couldn’t quite stop. Iceland gave him a look of complete and utter annoyance, only to receive a bottle of lube thrown at his chest.
“I hate you so much.”
“Love you too, Iceland.”
dennor -- warm hands
I don't think I've got anything to say but be prepared for badly written, cliche fluff.
Merry Christmas, Manon! God Jul uwu
The air was cold, but neither of them really noticed, one too busy wrapped in the world around him and one stuck with his own thoughts. The windows around them were lit up with fairy lights, making them look as Christmassy as possible. They sparkled off the glass, despite the sunlight that was counteracting most of the light they emitted, washing out the fake snow and Christmas trees on the displays inside. It was garish and unnecessary, but such was the Yuletide holiday, the Dane supposed.
“Hey, Norge,” he spoke out loud, pausing for a moment to blow into his hands and rub them together. “Why do you think everyone is so obsessed with the consumerism of Christmas?”
The Norwegian groaned, pressing gloved fingers to his nose. “Denmark, honestly, I don’t think I could give you an answer.”
He hummed something under his breath, before reaching out to take a hold of the cold hand beside him, only to have it tugged away at the last moment. He pouted, but didn’t say anything. “Oh, come on, Norge! You have to have some idea.”
“It’s just one of those things,” Norway huffed, completely ignoring the other in favour of watching the people milling around them, though his eyes looked glazed over. “Something that has developed through the generations, which while I’m sure people have theorised as to why, it is just one of those things that come with the strange need humans have. Can’t we just leave it at that?”
The Dane seemed to mull it over a moment, before shrugging. He didn’t seem to have an argument against that. Gently shoving the other sideways, he pushed open the door to a nice looking coffee shop, and watched for a moment as the warm air from inside gushed out and covered them both, making Norway hum with bliss, and smile his happy little smile, it only for a moment. Most people wouldn’t have noticed, but Denmark did. The tension had dropped him his shoulders and he could see how relaxed Norway had become.
Directing the other to sit, ordering took only moments as Denmark tried to avoid the usual banter he had with serving staff, instead just wanting something warm to drink and something good to eat, so that he could sit back down.
He hoped he’d ordered the right kind of coffee, when he placed it in front of the other and saw the scrutiny it was getting. It must have passed whatever test he had for it, however, because moments later Norway was drinking deeply, sighing happily as he moved the cup away, making Denmark smile himself. They were seated in a rather secluded and dull corner, and as Denmark looked over the mismatched furniture he started to realise why. He couldn’t see the counter from here, or the majority of the customers. By picking seats all the way in the corner, Norway had provided himself (and, in turn, his beloved Dane) a safe haven from the prying eyes of the world.
The man opposite him pulled him from his thoughts, however, by tapping his nails against the cup in his hands in an automatic way, which, while irritating, Denmark chose to take in his stride. “Distracted, Norge?” Two deep blue eyes glanced at him, and he smiled automatically.
“Something like that.”
Trying not to frown worriedly, he continued. “Is something on your mind?”
He glanced away, finger tightening on the white ceramic. “… Yes. Something like that.”
“Do you want to talk about it?”
The sharp scrape of the chair was completely unexpected and made Denmark jump in shock. The coffee had been abandoned on the table, pushed in his direction. For a moment he’d thought he’d crossed a line, until the other began to move around the table, and he watched simply as the Norwegian played to whim and pushed himself onto the bench beside him. He didn’t dare move, wondering whether he was about to be told off for prying; his tendency to seek approval bubbling to the surface.
And then he watched as Norway leant down to lean on his shoulder, pulling one of Denmark’s arms around himself. Their fingers laced together, and he couldn’t help the confused look that crossed his face. Norway sighed.
“It’s cold.”
Denmark opened his mouth, about to retort that, really, Norway should have been able to deal with the cold. And then he realised that was probably beside the point. Excuses for public displays of affection would always be common between the two of them, and he knew what would happen if he questioned them.
He could feel the other shifting against him, happily adjusting himself and relaxing against the other, his spare hand going to take some of the ginger cake that Denmark had almost completely forgotten about, sighing happily.
He laughed, pressing his lips into the hair on the top of his head. “Oh, you’re adorable.”
The little flecks of red on his cheeks were almost invisible, unless you knew what to look for.
“… Shut up Denmark.”
SuFin - Fire
guess who's alive again!
anyway, this is my entry for Surstrommiakki on dreamwidth. i wrote it in about three hours, so it's not great, but i didn't have much time - the funny thing is, i used the prompt i hadn't planned for at all, on a whim that i'm glad i had!
prompt: fire
Finland had never been afraid of fire. It had always had a strange sense of mystery about it; a force that could be created in so many different ways, that he had never truly understood. Even when science had explained why fire was started, he had still never understood. It had always just been a force of nature that would be held in reverence and without questioning.
But it still wasn’t until he was faced with a life or death situation that he truly understood why he should have been afraid of fire.
my friend just told me that my nano sounds like its written by victor hugo
nanowrimo: becoming suomi [preview]
i thought you might want to see what you were letting yourselves in for.
note: this is nanowrimo - while the work has been spell checked, that's it. i haven't read it since i wrote it. it's probably rubbish. but oh well.
current word count: 1,745
flails get ready for weekly updates in terms of nanowrimo
i'm going to post every weekend OR when i hit 12,000 words whichever comes first
EDIT: or, you know, i could just post when i finish a chapter // rolls away
1) Give me a pairing.
2) Give me an AU setting.
3) I will write you a three-sentence fic.
-Because I never colour anything and I had this piece lying around- aaand I promised to post some “porn” when I hit 500 followers on my mail blog //
I included a close-up pic because I liked their faces the most here<3
oh shit i have two ongoing fics that need to be finished by thursday
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1) Give me a pairing.
2) Give me an AU setting.
3) I will write you a three-sentence fic.