Hello there! Welcome to my blog! I'm Sarah (or fries, or any other nickname you wish) and if you're here, I'm sure you know I write O'Knutzy and wolfstar (with the occasional drarry), although I am the slowest writer this side of the ocean. Here's a quick little guide to my blog just so you know your way around!
here's the masterlist (if you can think of a better way to format it, please feel free to lmk!)
My inbox is always open for any and all things you might want to put in there, though if it's a request it might take me a hot second to get to it XP (bonus side note: if you're in my inbox for a bit you get your very own tag on this blog!!!! nothing particularly interesting, but you can find all my friends's asks based on the tag!)
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I'm on Ao3 too if that's more your style
I've also recently taken to tagging my work with the tag #whataboutmywriting but most of my previous works do not have that tag, so while that is a good place to find more recent writing, you might have to go to my masterlist for older fic!
my personal darkiplier/antisepticeye/character foil can be found at @notaboutmyfries (a chaotic mess of allll my other fandom interests :))
A bonus little reminder that I have writing tips and motivation for writers plus masterlists of things writers might need to research under the tag #words for wordsmiths should you want some inspiration and such :)
(a little side note that due to infamous tumblr....ness, it is considerable harder to find posts filed under both of the aforementioned tags on my blog itself, but if you'd take the time to go into the archive and look up the tag, all the posts should be there :))
I am currently working on the biggest project I have ever undertaken so far! Which is working my way through the details for fictional kisses list! You can find all the prompts I've written and all the ones that are yet to come here!
I also have a ko-fi! Not a commisions thing or anything like that, but rather a sort of tip jar if you'd like :)
Friendly disclaimer that I do NOT give permission for my work to be reposted to any other site, with or without credit. Thanks for understanding :)
Y'know, I see a lot of posts urging people to comment on fics, so I just want to say, to all the people who do comment, and especially the long commenters:
thank you.
Long comments can be time-consuming. They can be difficult to write, but you leave them anyway!
Thank you, thank you, thank you, to everyone who comments.
You are the highlight of fanfiction writers' days.
battle couples has gotta be one of my favorite tropes though. The “you got me?” “Yeah, I got you.” The kiss for good luck. Fighting alongside each other for so long they know every strength and weakness. The dichotomy of being fucking terrifying to their enemies, but so soft with each other. When one is in danger and the other goes feral, protects them at any cost. When everything is over and done, it’s all “let me see where you’re hurt,” and washing off the dirt and blood.
In 4 minutes, Kurt Vonnegut explained stories better than anyone I’ve ever heard. “The shape of the curve is what matters. Not their origins.”
He plots stories on 2 axes: X: Time, Y: Good fortune / ill fortune. He goes on to say, “Somebody gets into trouble, then gets out of it again. People love that story. They never get tired of it.”
Point 1: Stories have defined patterns.
In Joseph Campbell’s Hero of a Thousand Faces, he makes the case for the Hero’s Journey. Since then, it’s become the most famous storytelling structure in the world. Vonnegut argued stories could be divided into 8 shapes.
Each story, he said, fit one of the 8.
Point 2: Vonnegut says, “Be a sadist.”
No matter how sweet and innocent your leading characters, make awful things happen to them — so the reader may see what they're made of.” To see who your characters really are, you have to make them suffer. Only then does your audience have someone worth cheering for.
Point 3: End on a high note.
Vonnegut says, “It’s not accidental that the line ends up higher than where it began. This is encouraging to readers.” The way a story makes people feel when they finish is how they remember it. It’s called recency bias. Lift people up and they will love you.
“There are people. There are stories. The people think they shape the stories, but the reverse is often closer to the truth.” —Kurt Vonnegut
august 25 - gold. 778 words. @jegulus-microfic. nsfw.
a little bit of brain rotting with @industrations about james in red and gold and a desk and regulus in a meeting and, well... enjoy <3
Regulus used to hate work meetings. Even when they moved to Zoom and he could log on at home, he found them a colossal waste of his time.
Until James, that is.
Until James and that damned red harness with gold hardware. Beautiful against tanned, lean-muscled skin. A leather collar around his neck and a belt around his middle. Straps over his shoulder, just shy of gold hoops through his nipples.
Until James crawled on all fours beneath Regulus’ desk and put sure hands on his knees to push them apart and make room in-between. He settled himself there, cheek on Regulus’ thigh, while Regulus stroked his hair.
This is their new routine. Not always, but often enough that Regulus has started muting himself by default when a meeting starts.
Now, his fingers fist in dark curls, tugging James away from where he mouths at Regulus’ rapidly filling cock through the fabric of his joggers. He shimmies them down enough to free himself, then grips the base and taps the tip against James’ parted lips.
“This is a ten minute meeting. Not long. So be good, yes?”
James nods, opens his mouth, and moans when Regulus’ cock slides along his tongue and down the back of his throat. Regulus’ hand holds him down, and James makes a low noise. He chokes, but doesn’t try to pull back.
“Breathe through your nose, James. And stay.”
“—we think Regulus is best suited to discuss this proposal.”
Regulus reaches to unmute himself, fingers of his other hand tight in James’ hair. It’s not easy to talk numbers and case statistics with his cock down James’ tight throat, but it’s a testament to his own strength that he makes it through nearly five minutes of discussion without losing his train of thought.
There are a few times he mutes himself while a partner talks. It’s during these brief moments that he tugs at James’ hair, urging to move, and God, James is drooling all over him, chin wet with spit. When Regulus glances down, he sees the small puddle forming on the marble floor where James’ cock leaks steady and in earnest.
The meeting takes longer than ten minutes. There’s too much fucking discussion, and Regulus’ patience wears thin. Don’t they know he has a beautiful man on his knees before him? Don’t they know he has better things to do? He has James to do, for fuck’s sake.
When James reaches to touch himself, Regulus snaps, “No,” and James whimpers, gags around Regulus’ cock still down his throat, and there are tears in his eyes, threatening to fall.
A gorgeous, wonderful mess, Regulus thinks. A masterpiece of his own making.
He thumbs James’ tear off his cheek and says, softly, “I’m almost done. You’re being such a good boy. I promise it’ll be worth it.”
James moans, loud and obscene, and the vibration of his throat makes Regulus swear. He grabs the edge of his desk, knuckles white. “Fuck.”
And because he’s a menace, James moans again. Keeps Regulus deep down his throat and makes terrible, awful, beautiful sounds, until Regulus is rolling his hips up, trying to fuck deeper into James’ mouth.
“Christ,” he mutters. He wants to do is look away from his screen but he can’t. So all he can do is feel, which is somehow worse. It’s warm and wet, James drooling all over him, and the tightness of James’ throat is mind numbing.
“Please,” James whimpers when Regulus pulls him off to breathe.
“Please what?”
James’ eyes are glassy. “I want to come. Please. Let me.”
Regulus shifts his gaze back to the meeting. It’s winding down, more pleasantries now than anything. So he says, “Yes,” and James swallows him down again, reaches between his own legs and sobs at the touch, finally.
When the meeting ends, Regulus turns to James. Tears on his cheeks and lips swollen red, he’s beautiful. Regulus tells him as much, tender fingers in his curls, and when James moans with renewed vigor, his eyes rolling back, Regulus leans forward and whispers, dark and low, “You did so well. But be a good boy and come for me, James.”
It’s enough to push James over the edge, and his whole body shakes when he comes all over his hand, all over marble floors. The sight is enough for the scattered threads of Regulus’ own orgasm to pull taut, and he comes down James’ throat with a broken groan.
James pulls off of him with a dazed, satiated expression on his face. “Do you only have one meeting today?”
you know what i’d like to see? i’d like to see Andrew realise what Neil’s duffle bag means to him. that he’s carried his entire life inside that bag for years. that, after all, they’re not that different — it’s not like Andrew got to take much from foster home to foster home.
i want Andrew to start buying random things for Neil. little things, big things, unimportant things. small trinkets that don’t mean much, except they mean that Neil’s whole life can’t be packed into a bag anymore. that he can’t just run in the middle of the night.
by the time Andrew graduates it would take a whole moving truck to ever put all of Neil’s belongings in. and they’re scattered too. Neil has stuff that is his — only his — not just at PSU, but at the house in Columbia, and at Andrew’s new place too.
so when Andrew graduates — through kisses and promises and badly-hidden sniffles — he gets rid of the old duffle, and replaces it with a beautiful leather holdall (something good enough for Neil) so that Neil can pack his stuff and come see him on weekends or during break.
and Neil can’t fit not even a tenth of his things in it, but that’s okay because this bag isn’t a tool to help him run and hide. but it fits just enough for him to come and see Andrew: for him to come home.
So you have a master list of tag for links to all the fics based on songs you’ve done? Because I really want to read through all these.
Hey, nonnie! Thanks for asking.
Here's a link to my whole AO3 page
Drarry as Taylor Swift series (official) on AO3 (+ fic banners and links to individual fics in the series here)
Read the 2021 Eight Drarry Nights series for Hanukkah (masterlist on Tumblr is here).
Read the 2022 Eight Drarry Nights fics here (masterlist on Tumblr is here)
Read the fics for the 2022 candyhearts fest on AO3 here, and the Tumblr masterlist here.
99 Songfics Challenge Masterlist
Assorted Songfic Masterlist 1
"The Stories of Us" --a hodgepodge of (mostly) unconnected fics—both based on songs and not—all thrown together on AO3. Includes the fics on the 99 songs challenge and the assorted songfics here on Tumblr, and much more.
happy fanfic writer appreciation day to EVERYONE who has ever posted a fic, tried to write a fic, wanted to write a fic but didn’t think your writing was “good enough” to be shared (between you and me, it is!!!) because ALL of you make this fandom better with your creativity and beautiful words, whether you know it or not. thank you!!!!!!!!!! ❣️❣️❣️
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