yours to mine
pairing: damian/anya word count: 3807 summary: five times damian and anya kiss each other.
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pairing: damian/anya word count: 3807 summary: five times damian and anya kiss each other.
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how tf do ppl Start fics i always have these elaborate ideas and then no starting point
"I'm a writer" ok how often do you write
writing fanfiction is just. i’m being so creative and original. i’m plagiarizing everyone by accident. i’m a genius. i’m cringe. i’m too angsty. i’m too cheesy. this is not in character. it doesn’t matter that it’s not in character because these are my characters now. i love my hobby. this is the worst possible use of my time. i’m seeking validation. i’m projecting my own personal problems onto this story and i’m barely hiding it. i know so many words and i’m using all of them wrong. im on tumblr posting about it instead of writing it.
this is absolutely a call out post
writing can’t be that hard. all it is is just putting words in front of each other, right?
update: the wrong words are in front of each other. This is the worst thing ever to happen.
anyone got fic prompts for kamijirou? i need to warm up before i get to writing the Real fic
pairing: ray/emma word count: 2000 summary: There’s something in his hands, she notices, and when she looks down at it, it’s just as small as hers. He lets her pry it open, and they look at the tiny orange and black star she’d made just for him. There is a matching one in her hand. Fic I wrote for Rayemma zine! Read it here along with all the rest of the amazing contributions (it's free)!
yall haven’t written the next chapter of ur fanfic and it really shows
i am missing sarumi so strongly these days...
do you think you can write a small thing about how ray felt when he found out emma was reading his letters in your fic "with all his pieces"?
ray/emma 1325 words notes: this was rly fun because when i’d first started writing that i’d tried to do it from ray’s pov hahaha. thanks for the request <3
At first, it’s anger.
At the invasiveness, the intrusion, the fact that he trusted her with everything but she would knowingly barge into his space and disrespect his boundaries without any qualms about how he would feel.
He stands in front of his desk, staring at the box he’s pulled out from under it, somewhat fuming at the idea of someone having gone through something that’s clearly meant to be personal.
Then, understanding.
i posted all my rayem drabbles from here to ao3 in a collection, everything i write for them (that isnt a standalone fic) will go there from now on!
"you're mine. I don't share" + rayemma please hehe
ray/emma 1850 words notes: uhhhh there’s some spoilers from the bonus scenes here! Thanks for the prompt!
“You’re mine. I don’t share.”
There’s a difference between being busy and being avoidant. Emma knows that.
In her head she knows that. In her head, and she’s still a full score kid, thank you very much. She knows that Ray isn’t avoiding her, just that he’s busy with one of all the many things they have to do. They’re fighting for liberation. She can’t expect him to spend every moment of his free time with her.
She has other things to do as well.
In her head, she knows all of that.
14 and rayemma, please?
ray/emma 1352 words notes: this prompt was so them i screamed. thank you for sending it in!
“Just please be my best friend right now, not the guy I just confessed my love to.”
Ray could only stare.
What else could he do? He’d never been in this kind of situation before in his life. Fuck that, he’d never even considered it.
Emma was refusing to meet his eyes, wasn’t even facing him. She stood at the window, staring down at the hustle and bustle of Norman’s shelter with a bright smile on her face that didn’t come anywhere close to her eyes and even in the faint light from a single lamp hanging on the wall next to them, he could see the wetness she was trying so hard to keep from sliding down her face.