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[talesfromcordonia]

Poppy Min-Sinclair

[somewillwin]

Diana x Lena kofi request by @sleeplessgaywriter thanks for the support ✨

Kofi

[sleeplessgaywriter]

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Hello again dear readers.

I’m so sorry I haven’t written anything in such a long time.

It’s just that my life practically went to hell.

As some of you may know, I studied and worked at the same time. But I’ve been fired from my job a couple of months ago, and well, I’m practically drowining in debts. Finding a job is extremely hard since almost all jobs available want to hire full time, and none I’ve applied had accepted me due to some clashes in schedule with my classes.

I’ve never thought of doing this before, but I reached a point of desperation where I have nothing left to lose.

I already posted this in my main tumblr account, but I could really use any help I can get.

If you like my writing and you wish/want to support me, here is a helpful link:

Ko-Fi: https://ko-fi.com/megurinesan

I’ll also be doing comissions for anyone interested.

[ritshoe]

Kudos to fanfiction writers for writing about all the trauma and emotional and mental turmoil that the original content creators dont acknowledge when putting characters through hell

[saltoftheao3]

This has evolved to one of fanfiction’s major assets in my eyes. To every author that cares enough about the characters in their stories to examine trauma, but also the slow, tedious processes of healing and recovery: your stories mean so much to me and other persons with mental health problems. Thank you, thank you, thank you.

[pricemarshfield]

a little evil

[Image ID: the shadow of a woman with devil horns against a wall, colorized red and with the text “a little evil” on it. End ID.] (Image Source: original source site no longer up (Potaca.com), found on Pinterest.)

Pairing: MC x Poppy

Rating: M for milder-than-canon-typical sexual content (minors still DNI).

Word Count: 4068.

Summary: A canon-ish imagining of right after the final scene of Queen B, or: resolved emotional tension for the Poppy route. Requested by anon.

Warnings: Second person POV, drinking (not to the point of getting drunk).

Created For: @anyfandomfluffbingo​, filling out the “I guess today’s my lucky day”, drinking buddies, and public sex squares.

Read on AO3 here or below the cut.

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[blvnk-art]

The amount of effort ficwriter does in order to write a fic. "nah the story doesn't need to be that accurate it's just a fic I'm not getting any money out of it" and then as they keep writing and posting their browse history is something like "moon calendar in 1981"

[sleeplessgaywriter]

Gosh, it's been a while since I wrote something...but college is killing me and my job is practically sucking up my soul...

Anyway...as I was browsing Tumblr, I noticed the lack of activity in Poppy related things, so I just had to do something...

With nothing else to say, here's a little something 🤗

(Again, I'm sleep deprived and tired...my already sucking skills of naming things are beyond hope at this point...so it is yet another nameless fic)

Pairing: Poppy x MC (Sam/Samantha)

At first, looking at Poppy and watching her every move was a means to find a weakness to use against her.

Sam had always been observant, a trait that she acquired from her days of working at the farm. As with animals, people's body language was very telling about their personalities.

Poppy was no different.

Or so she thought.

Sam believed that Poppy was like everyone else, and her expressions were just easy to read.

But as time went on, Sam found out how wrong she was.

The girl was like the sea. On the surface, the waves would seem dangerous or calm, yet beneath the surface was a mystery for all afraid to take a dive.

Sam always did like to unravel a mystery, and her attention soon focused solely on one person. Poppy's real thoughts were somewhat hard to guess, but it made for an interesting discovery. And Sam soon began to learn Poppy's body language.

The quirk of an eyebrow with an upward twist of her lips and the chin held high - confident on the outside, daring you to challenge her on the inside.

A soft exhale with shoulders dropping somewhat and her arms crossed- pensive on the outside, utterly bored on the inside.

As time went on, observing Poppy became more of a fixation. Her interest in learning a weakness was no more. Instead was found enthralled by the one Poppy Min Sinclair.

Before she could stop it, Sam had already fallen in love, and from her observing she could tell it was going to be hard going down that path.

Because Poppy wasn't indifferent to her. Sam would even say that Poppy liked her, but she knew, the Min Sinclair heiress would do everything to deny her feelings.

But Sam was nothing if not committed.

.

It took as long as she previously assessed. The fights took place as well, and thousands of tears were spilled in between.

But finally, Poppy let down her final wall around her heart, and Sam could not have been happier.

Their relationship was finally official, and Sam was proud to walk hand on hand with Poppy.

She felt the luckiest girl in the world, and she never failed to mention it to her girlfriend.

"You're such a dork." Poppy would always say rolling her eyes without malice, and then peck her lips.

Yep. The luckiest.

.

Yet, her observing never stopped. On the contrary, now she could observe sides she was never given the chance before.

Such small details that made Poppy, well, Poppy.

Now was just another example of it.

It was movie night. A time to bond with both their friends, and try to not murder each other.

They were on her and Zoey's suite, waiting for the rest of their friends to show up.

Sam had just finished with the popcorn and handed over Poppy's personal bowl - because from previous observation, Sam knew Poppy hated when other people touched her food - and she sat next to her girlfriend.

Poppy was lazily scrolling down her phone, the recently made bowl of popcorn placed on her lap.

Instead of taking out her phone as well, Sam observed her girlfriend, one of her favorite activities.

One slender and delicate hand reached down to the bowl, and took just one popcorn, taking it to Poppy's mouth.

A minute passed and the action was repeated, with only one popcorn being taken.

Sam's eyebrows rose on her face. She had never seen anyone eat popcorn like that. Everyone always just grabbed a bunch of popcorn and pushed it into their mouths, making a mess in the process. Sam was no exception on doing that.

Looking at the fifth sole popcorn reaching Poppy's mouth, a breathy chuckle left her lips.

Eating popcorn one by one...it was just so Poppy.

"What?" The blonde asked while looking at her girlfriend in confusion, head tilted slightly to the side.

"Gosh...I love you."

She thought, but then Poppy's eyes widened and her cheeks turned a pretty shade of pink.

"Did...did I say that out loud?" Sam mumbled with her own eyes widened in panic.

Poppy narrowed her eyes, "You did."

"I- I'm sorry. I didn't mean-" she saw the way Poppy's jaw set, and she knew she was being misunderstood. "I did meant it! I love you...I just didn't mean to say it out." Her panic made it impossible to read Poppy's expression and it just made her panic further. "I know you're probably not there yet, and you don't have to say it back. We can just forget I said anyht-"

Her sentence was not finished, or better say, she was cut off by a pair of soft lips upon her own.

Instantly, Sam melted and reciprocated the kiss.

Soon, her panic dissipated and her mind was just filled with Poppy and how much she loved her.

"You're such an idiot." Poppy mumbled against her lips when pulling away.

"I-" she didnt know what to say, and thankfully she didn't have to.

"I love you too."

I ate popcorn today and someone pointed out the way I eat it...yes, it made me write this Xd

I'm sorry if this fic isn't as satisfactory as other fics, and I'm sorry if you find way too many grammar errors, I'm just so tired and I didn't check twice before posting 😣

Anyway, I'm gonna try and catch up on some sleep.

Hope you liked this little piece 💖

[penny-anna]

when there's a fic concept you rly want to read but the fandom is like 3 people and a spoon so you have to write it yourself

[minisugakoobies]

[headspace-hotel]

The two seasons of a writer:

1. where have all the words gone? has all speech that has issued from the human tongue since the dawn of language deserted me now? must my keyboard lie mute forever, my pen silent?

2. whERE are aLL THES E W ORDs c Om I NG FROM

[raffinit]

1. All day

2. 3am

[maryshelleysgf-deactivated20200]

writing fanfic more like:

have I used that word recently *ctrl + f* shit

“are you still working on that fic?” last edited: 24th January 2005 “haha of course”

that feeling when someone comments

planning a fic down to the words you’ll use without anywhere to write it down and getting home and remembering none of it

it’s just a fic no one will care about inaccuracies *spends four hours researching a 2000-word one-shot*

grammar

*sees word in advert* yes that’s a good word I’ll remember that word *never uses word*

my last four fanfics are centred around this character and while it means their characterisation is perfect, people are yelling at me

“oh you write? can you name a character after me” “ummm”

is that a real word *red line appears* well why isn’t it

[mylittleredgirl]

i love how there's the genre of fix-it fic where the author goes into great granular detail of how our heroes manage to avoid or undo whatever character death or other unpopular choice occurred, in a way that abides by the laws of the fictional universe and definitely required a substantial plot outline, and then there are fix-it fics where the author just went "that's bullshit and didn't happen," and we as readers all go "agreed. carry on."

[screnwriter-deactivated20220724]

reminders for writers.

Tropes are great, but they don't make your story. You do.

Execution matters. Something that has been done a million times before, still valid to write about. Yes, it might be a concept storytelling has since long been exploring, but it has never been done by you.

There are things you bring to the table, worlds, plots and characters, that no other writer would ever even think of, and you should never strive to mirror another writer. We don't need ''just another writer.''

The only thing we need is you, your thoughts, feelings and ideas. That's enough. Your passion for writing is enough. You don't need to prove anything, to anyone. Write because it ignites something in you.

Your voice as a writer, it matters. It's unique and irreplaceable, and you should never feel like you aren't allowed to write about something just because it's considered ''old news'' or cliché.

Clichés are clichés for a reason. Your story isn't automatically bad just because you decided to use one.

[sleeplessgaywriter]

Hey, can u write a one shot where poppy and mc are in relationship and poppy gets jealous and the aftermath of her jealousy😂😂

Hi, anon! I'm so sorry it took me so long in writing this 🥺

I just got re enrolled at college and getting use to the whole academic life again is quite difficult. Adding to that, I'm also working a part time job to pay the bills and let me be honest, mad respect to all of you that work and study at the same time. I don't know how you do it, I think I'm already at my limit 😥😥

Anyway, I know it sounds like a bunch of excuses, and I'm sorry...I'm trying to organize better my time so that I can write more frequently...hopefully I'll manage 🤗

Without further ado, here it is an attempt of what you asked. I hope you like it 😊

(I'm so sleep deprived that I can't come up with a name, so it is another nameless fic 😣)

Pairing: Poppy x MC (Sam/Samantha)

One of Poppy’s favorite things to do was going shopping.

She liked to try on a lot of different clothes and admire her reflection on the mirror as she posed with them on.

Sometimes Chloe and Veronica would tag along -when Poppy didn’t mind the company.

Most of the time, however, she enjoyed going alone.

There was not a single person who understood her, and it was rather tiring keeping up that “heartless” façade everyone saw of her.

Well, there wasn’t…until Sam's arrival at Belvoire.

Poppy would never -in her wildest dreams- have imagined that someone would come into her life, and be so stubborn and break down every damn wall around her heart.

Sam came like a tornado and put her life upside down. Making her way into Poppy’s heart so quickly, it was almost frightening.

Falling in love was like jumping off a cliff…you either crash and suffer heartbreak, or the one you love catches you…a frightening gamble, but she wasn’t afraid.

Poppy was certain Sam would catch her with both arms.

They went through a lot together on their junior year. Insults were exchanged, tears were spilled…and finally, a meaningful kiss was shared at the end of it.

They were the most popular couple in campus to say the least. There was always something about them on the T, and honestly, they couldn’t care less.

Being at each other’s throats because of a “crown" was but a distant memory.

Who would have known sharing the throne could feel so good?

And although Poppy was less bitchy all the time, she still couldn’t handle too much socializing in one day. Only Sam was allowed to be by her side all the time.

Especially when going shopping.

Doing her favorite thing with her favorite person sounded great.

And, Sam was happy to oblige.

At first Poppy had her doubts whether her girlfriend would enjoy going shopping, given that Carter very much loathed it. But she was happily surprised when Sam seemed to be excited about it.

Now, they were both at Poppy’s favorite mall, inside her go-to dressing shop.

She had just finished putting on a red dress, and her eyes looked at the mirror, watching as the dress hugged her body in all the right ways.

The dress was gorgeous, there was a finery in the details, as if the designer had poured their heart and soul into it.

With a smirk on her lips, Poppy stepped out of the dressing room.

The reaction was instant.

Sam took a sharp breath, and then like the moron she was, choked on air at the sight before her eyes.

Poppy rolled her eyes affectionately, internally savoring the effect she had on her girlfriend.

It took her a couple of minutes for Sam to calm her coughing, and when she did, she instantly approached the petite blonde, gently placing her hands on her hips and pulling her close.

“You’re gorgeous.”

Placing her arms lazily around Sam’s neck, she replied, “I know.”

Sam chuckled fondly and lent down to kiss her.

Poppy smiled on the kiss, and after a couple of minutes she gently push Sam away, action that made the taller girl pout.

“Come on, we still need to pick something for you.”

“I already have clothes.”

Poppy scoffed and shoved playfully at Sam’s shoulders, but still they didn’t let go of each other.

“Honestly, if it wasn’t for Wade you would’ve crashed and burned with your terrible fashion sense.”

“You like my hoodies, though.” Sam said with a cheeky grin.

A blush spread on her cheeks, knowing all too well how much she loved putting on one of Sam’s hoodies and just relax on the bed, watching a movie while cuddling together.

“Shut up.” She shoved her again.

“Fine, fine.” Sam chuckled. “You can pick something for me to wear to your party.”

With a final peck on her lips, Poppy went back inside the changing room.

She had to swat away Sam’s attempts to “help" her change her clothes. Some other time, she would’ve indulged in her girlfriend’s antics, but they were meeting their friends in an hour and Poppy wasn’t really looking forward to be teased.

Back in her regular clothes, Poppy started to look with Sam for a matching outfit for the latter.

The sorority was organizing a big party, and they had to look the part of the most powerful and popular couple in campus.

Competing with each other was a thing of the past, but that didn’t mean others could dare to take the throne from them.

Finally, a victorious smile formed on her lips as she found the perfect outfit.

As she was reaching for the outfit, her ears caught the voice of that one professor who seemed obsessed with her girlfriend.

“Sam, what a nice surprise seeing you here.”

“Oh, hi, professor Kingsley.”

With the clothes carefully folded on her arm, Poppy turned on her heels, narrowing her eyes at the sight of Ina Kingsley clearly making heart eyes at HER girlfriend.

“What are you doing here?” Ina asked.

“Shopping?” Sam replied with a shrug of her shoulders.

“Of course.” The older woman laughed lightly at her own dumb question. “Would you like some compa-"

And…Poppy had enough.

It was almost painful to watch such an awkward interaction. Poppy would even laugh at the professor’s hopeful glint on her eyes, if she wasn’t so pissed at the audacity of this woman.

With quick strides she reached her girlfriend and handed her the clothes on her arms.

“Try this on.” She said purposely ignoring the older woman.

Sam let out a small sigh of relief and with a cheery smile she pecked Poppy’s cheek.

“Thanks, babe. I’ll be out in a sec.”

Sam walked to the changing room, happy to leave behind that awkward encounter.

“Wait.” Poppy called before she reached the room, and Sam turned her head in curiosity.

With a smirk on her rosy lips and her eyes staring directly at Ina's, she spoke. “I’ll help you.”

Without saying anything else, Poppy walked towards the changing room, taking Sam by the hand in doing so. Leaving behind the stunned professor.

“I thought we didn’t have the time.” Sam mumbled a couple of minutes later while kissing her neck.

Poppy rolled her eyes and decided to shut her girlfriend with a kiss – it always worked.

Their friends could wait.

/

Poppy was bored and scrolling through her phone on her bed.

She didn’t have any classes that day, but Sam did.

Chloe would probably be happy to hang out before her afternoon class, but Poppy wasn’t in the mood of interacting with her friends.

She could only wait until Sam’s Anthropology class ended-

Her thoughts stopped and a playful grin formed on her lips.

/

Having classes with Ina as the professor was somewhat awkward, Sam had to admit.

From time to time she would catch her professor looking longingly at her, which she would promptly ignore.

Yes, they had a past together. But it was Ina the first one to say it couldn’t go anywhere.

It had hurt at the time, but now, Sam was happily in a relationship, and she wouldn’t change it for anything.

Taking a sip of her bottle of water – the one that Poppy made her carry around for health reasons, Sam felt her phone vibrate on her pocket. Taking it out, a smile plastered on her lips at seeing a new text from Poppy.

And when opening up the text, she chocked on her water, spilling some of it on her desk.

“Ms. Hughes, are you alright?” Ina asked worriedly. “Do you need to go to the infirmary?”

Sam would’ve rolled her eyes at the ridiculous suggestion. But right then, her thoughts were plagued with that photo Poppy had sent.

Her girlfriend was wearing a very revealing pink lingerie, one that left very little to the imagination, while accentuating Poppy’s curves.

“Yes! I’ll go to the infirmary.” She agreed with the professor and jumped out of her seat.

She quickly dumped all of her stuff on her backpack and made a beeline for the door, waving away Ina's concerns.

Her destiny was not the infirmary, but her girlfriend’s room.

Hope you enjoyed this anon, and again, I'm sorry it took so long 😣

Anyway, I'm off to sleep, my eyes are at that point they hurt just by being open...😅

[high-quality-tiktoks]

[sleeplessgaywriter]

Someone sent me this post, and all I see is an AU with Poppy and MC 😗

I will write it!!

As soon as I find some free time 😣

[mizzchoices]

[sleeplessgaywriter]

This is one of my favorite scenes <3