Hi! Just wanted to say your Sterek art is lovely 😍
Do you still make them? (The last one I saw is from 2017, so before deciding to follow I just wanted to know if you're still in the fandom. Hope this is not rude to ask?)
Hello~!
Aww, thank you very much! You're super kind, I'm happy you think my Sterek art is lovely~ 💙
Oh, I don't think it's rude to ask. c:
I don't make much art and I'm not active in the fandom anymore so it's all good if you decide not to follow me haha 😊
Though this ask did inspire me to create this silly doodle so... here's the doodle? lol 😆
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Yep, changed my url. Here, and on AO3. So a majority of my links would not work anymore.
I will mostly be using this blog only, and not my other writing sideblog @whenwordsmakesense. However, anyone interested can find my masterlist there... with broken links. Why you would want to look, idk, but you have the option! yay!
That being said, I have a hot girl summer to have, and I would not be as active on tumblr as i would like to be. Yet, rest assured, I'd be wayyy more active than I have been these past few months! You win some, you lose some i guess.
I will also have a new tag system because the months of disuse has rendered me helpless in terms of remembering the tag system i did have. (will most likely be the same tho, only in my mind it's new because i'm starting over).
important: if there's any trigger warning, i usually just put the word without tw in front of it. Eg, instead of "tw pink" i would just tag "pink."
Also, um, there's so many more of you now??? what happened lmao 😭 i don't remember so many non-porn-bots being interested in what i dooooooooo
but thank y'all for your support ❤️ it means a lot to my eternally -craving-validation-self!
Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💖
See, this is my own fault. It’s my own fault for ignoring Tumblr for 2 months. I’ve gotten this three times |D orz But I don’t want to leave anyone hanging! So I did fav 1-5 in the first ask, and fav 6-10 in the second so I guess we’ll do fav 11-15 in this one!! :D
Actions Speak Louder than Words - Still can’t believe I let those numbskulls stay friends for 200k words |D
Dirty Little Secret - It was fun writing the Cora/Stiles friendship and having a fic with like, no angst at all in it |D
My, What Big Shoulders You Have (The Better to Help You Carry the Weight) - It was fun world-building and having both so unsure about everything was fun and different :D
When the Universe Comes Knocking (It’s Polite to Open the Door) - Writing two boys pining and oblivious always gives me the warm fuzzies |D lol
Don’t Leave Me Behind When I’m Still Learning How to Run - Honestly, I just had a baller time writing that ending. Suck it, Kate!
Thank you for the ask!! Sorry I took so long to reply |D <3<3<3
Saw this fic and realized it's your birthday. You've been one of my favorite authors ever since I read the Halloween fic, so I couldn't not wish you!!
Happy Birthday, you wonderful human!!! ❤😊
THANK YOU SO MUCH SWEET NONNY ;__;❤️❤️
Also, YALL - @fanfics-fix wrote me this INCREDIBLE fic mentioned above for my birthday!!! Please show this amazing author some love she is a literal angel 🥺
As a kid, he loved running through the trees just to see how fast he could go.
He supposes those early days prepared him for when he got older and had to run just to survive. He spent so long running from hunters, from his past. Stopping never felt like an option.
Somewhere along the way, he learned to run from his feelings as well.
It was just easier. If he ran and kept his distance, no one could get hurt because of him.
And for a while, it's worked. He stayed far away from Beacon Hills.
At least until shit hit the fan and he found himself dragged back by Stiles.
But it was fine. As long as he's fighting for his life, there's no time to think about his feelings. There are more important things to do.
But then, of course, the dust settles, and somehow, they've all survived.
And the first thing he does is look for Stiles, who's only standing a few feet away, eyes already on him.
Derek’s back straightens, and he knows immediately what he has to do. He barely stops to mutter a goodbye before all but running out of the library and the school.
It's not until he gets outside that he realizes his car isn't here. But that's fine. He has two perfectly capable legs.
So he runs. Across the lacrosse field and into the trees. He runs, trying to ignore Stiles calling after him, telling him to stop.
He runs until he can't run anymore. He knows he could go further, but he's exhausted after the past few days. He just has to hope he ran far enough for Stiles not to find him.
That's wishful thinking, of course. Derek’s finally starting to catch his breath when he hears leaves crunching not far off and the sound of an all too familiar heartbeat.
Stiles.
Derek sighs and stands up straighter, prepared to take off again when Stiles breaks through the trees.
He looks at Derek, hands on his hips and eyes narrowed. Derek starts to move again when Stiles points a finger at him and snaps, "Will you just stop?"
"Stop what?"
"Running ," Stiles says. “From me. Stop running from this. I know I’m not the only one who feels it.”
And Derek does know that, all too well. He figured it out long ago. But he'd always been good at ignoring it. At least until he was bleeding out in Mexico, and he saw that look in Stiles' eyes. The fear, the grief, and something so big that Derek was afraid to name it.
So he ran.
He could deny it. Tell Stiles he doesn't know what he's talking about. But Stiles is persistent. He's not going to let this go.
"It doesn't matter," Derek tells him.
"Like hell it doesn't," Stiles says, stepping closer. "It matters a lot, Derek. A hell of a lot. And so do you."
Derek closes his eyes. He can't do it. He can't look at Stiles while he's saying these things to him. Hearing his heart beating steadily in his chest and having his scent so close almost overwhelms him. Looking into those brown eyes might just do him in.
"Don't."
"Don't what?" Stiles asks him.
"Don't do this," Derek all but begs. "You can't feel this way about me, Stiles."
"But I do," Stiles says. "I love you, Derek."
His heart remains steady, and that just might make all of this worse.
"You shouldn't," Derek argues. "I'm no good for you."
A hand covers his cheek with the gentlest of touches, and Derek inhales sharply. "You are," Stiles says softly. "You are enough. You've always been enough, Der."
Tears sting at Derek’s eyes, and he has to fight to keep them from falling. He doesn't succeed, but Stiles just wipes them away.
"I'm messed up," Derek says in one last feeble attempt to get Stiles to go.
Stiles stays right where he is. "Yeah, maybe. So am I. But maybe we can be messed up together."
Derek sighs. "Stiles."
"Tell me you don't love me," Stiles says suddenly.
Derek opens his eyes and frowns down at him. "What?"
"Look me in the eyes and tell me you don't love me and I'll let this go," Stiles says. "But if you love me, I promise you I will spend the rest of my life loving you, and maybe one day you'll believe it."
This is Derek’s chance. He could tell Stiles he doesn't love him and watch him walk away. It would break his heart, but it would mean Stiles was safe.
But would he be? Derek hasn't been around for well over a year, and Stiles still finds himself in danger. And that has nothing to do with Derek.
"I…" Derek takes a deep breath. This is it. Whatever he says next could change everything, for better or for worse. "I love you, too, Stiles. But…"
Stiles puts a finger to his lips. "No buts. Well, unless it's my butt. You can have that all you want."
Derek groans. "Stiles."
Stiles laughs. "What? It's the truth."
"You just had to ruin a serious moment."
Truthfully, Derek’s grateful for the teasing. It eases a little bit of the tension.
"I wouldn't say anything is ruined. In fact," Stiles brushes a hand through Derek’s hair, down to his neck, and pulls him closer. "I'd say it's almost perfect."
"Almost?"
"Yeah, there's one more thing that can make it perfect," Stiles says.
"What's that?" Derek questions, even though he has a pretty good idea where this is heading.
"This."
Then Stiles is kissing him, his lips pressing softly against Derek’s. It only takes a few short seconds for Derek to snake his arms around Stiles' waist and pull his flush against him as he kisses him back.
Perfect, Derek thinks.
And for the first time in years, he doesn't want to run. Not from this. Not from Stiles. He's found something worth staying for.
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"Are you sure we should be doing this?" - for Stiles/Derek, 1 + 5 sentences prompt thing
Hello and thank you for this prompt! Also, you’re my menace of a writing motivator lmao but thanks for the various prompts you sent.
For this prompt, I gotta say my brain was hung up on the Kidnapped Derek idea and made this angsty but after I reread the sentence, it wasn’t what I remembered it was lol but here’s the story, I think I fudged it a bit on the 5 + 1 and I also took it as liberty to say sentences in quotation marks are counted as one
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I love you and that's all that matters
"Are you sure we should be doing this?"
Derek's hand was held firmly in Stiles', they were at the front door of the Stilinski house where Stiles thinks it's just his dad holding a (surprise) birthday party for him when in reality, the pack was all in his house ready to shout "Surprise!" with confetti and everything.
Stiles looks at Derek and smiles, his boyfriend of a year, A YEAR, Stiles would wonder how it happened but truly, if left to his own devices, Derek would have never made a move while Stiles couldn't stand the UST and decided to stop skirting around their attraction and asked Derek if he wanted to see where they could go and Stiles was proud that they're still going strong even if Derek was worried they were going too slowly, the dork.
Derek was staring at him, eyebrows lifted in a judging manner, it seems Stiles zoned out again but can you blame him?
"What? Worried about coming out to my dad that we're dating? I'm not worried, you shouldn't be either. Dad adores you," Stiles coos at his boyfriend, it's kinda ridiculous how Sheriff Stilinski looks at Derek like he's the best son he never had after all the misunderstandings were cleared, Stiles is still here and the actual son and also very offended!
"I enjoyed our couple time without people intruding or making unwanted comments," Derek sighed mournfully as he stared at the door and Stiles can't have that, *on his birthday* of all things.
"I'll shut that all down, don't you worry, Der-Bear." Stiles smacks a loud kiss on Derek's cheek before opening the door to his house.
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Lydia and Jordan start dating, and they're not trying to hide it or anything, but still nobody knows that they're dating. Hilarity ensues.
Scott’s sigh as he drops into the booth across from Jordan is long and world-weary, an indication that a favor he doesn’t want to ask for is imminent, confirmed by the way he immediately reaches for the salt-shaker sliding it back and forth between his hands, each pass longer than the last. “So Kira wants to know if you have any single friends,” he says, nose scrunching up like the mere question is distasteful. “And if you do, send her pictures and names so she can like, check them out on Instagram, I don’t know.”
Jordan nods to the waitress when she slips the glasses of Coke onto the table, then raises an eyebrow at Scott, pushing his closer to Scott’s moving hands. “I didn’t realize Kira was on the market.”
Scott finally looks up at him, half-rolling his eyes. “I’d be on my knees begging for forgiveness if it was for her,” he says, and Jordan doesn’t doubt it. “She’s decided that Lydia’s been dating around for too long and it’s time for an intervention.”
The soda is sweet and ice cold as he holds it in his mouth, fizzing gently on his tongue as he tries not to choke. “It’s for Lydia?” Scott either doesn’t notice or doesn’t care that Jordan picks up his phone and starts texting—maybe he thinks Jordan’s opening his text thread with Kira as they speak, because he starts rambling on about Kira and Lydia and something else Jordan doesn’t quite catch as he types out a text to Lydia.
Jordan: Kira wants to set you up with one of my single friends because she thinks you need a boyfriend. Guess you were right about making it Facebook official.
He picks his drink back up and takes another sip, making an affirmative noise when Scott pivots abruptly to ask if he’s available for basketball on Saturday before picking up the thread of his story, and looks down at his phone to see Lydia’s replied almost immediately.
Several times.
Lydia: I would like to see who she chose for me…
Lydia: You know I did want to set one of my friends up with your friend David
Lydia: Send her his picture and see what she thinks
Lydia: I want to see how long it takes them to realize on their own, I swear I told Kira I was going out with you before we went to Fresa
He thinks about arguing. He thinks about just telling Scott that they’ve been dating for a few weeks now and all of Lydia’s “dating around” has been with him and he doesn’t know how everyone missed that—and then he pictures the slight pout on Lydia’s lips and the disappointed tilt of her head, and he sets his phone down on the table and waits until there’s a break in Scott’s story to say, “I do have this one friend, David—”
Hi! I think the anon might be trying to point out that your ID's are like this:
While others write theirs like this:
The difference is that you don't make distinctions with the gifs and the ID's don't start/end distinctly. I'm not sure what are the rules for it, but I'd imagine tagging ID might just need to be a bit more descriptive? As for the format on how to write them, writing "Gif 1"/"Gif 2" etc. sounds like a good idea to me.
I hope this helps!
(PS: I enjoy your gifs, thank you for making them!)
Thanks for taking the time to respond!
Just to clarify your suggestions:
1: Use “Image Description” instead of just Image ID
2: have a “End ID” to indicate the description is over.
3: Re distinguishing between gifs, if there are only two or three gifs that flow together naturally, I’ll just write a paragraph without distinguishing between gifs.
I’ve seen other people do this, and I thought it made sense bc it’s flows better and seems easier to understand without gif 1 etc interrupting. I do differentiate with longer sets.
Again, thanks for responding. Would love to hear other peoples opinion on this (especially if you use the image descriptions).
