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Weird Questions for Writers (because writers are weird)

1. What font do you write in? Do you actually care or is that just the default setting?

2. If you had to give up your keyboard and write your stories exclusively by hand, could you do it? If you already write everything by hand, a) are you a wizard and b) pen or pencil?

3. What is your writing ritual and why is it cursed?

4. What’s a word that makes you go absolutely feral?

5. Do you have any writing superstitions? What are they and why are they 100% true?

6. What is your darkest fear about writing?

7. What is your deepest joy about writing?

8. If you had to write an entire story without either action or dialogue, which would you choose and how would it go?

9. Do you believe in ghosts? This isn’t about writing I just wanna know

10. Has a piece of writing ever “haunted” you? Has your own writing haunted you? What does that mean to you?

11. Do you believe in the old advice to “kill your darlings?” Are you a ruthless darling assassin? What happens to the darlings you murder? Do you have a darling graveyard? Do you grieve?

12. If a genie offered you three writing wishes, what would they be? Btw if you wish for more wishes the genie turns all your current WIPs into Lorem Ipsum, I don’t make the rules

13. What is a subject matter that is incredibly difficult for you write about? What is easy?

14. Do you lend your books to people? Are people scared to borrow books from you? Do you know exactly where all your “lost” books are and which specific friend from school you haven’t seen in twelve years still possesses them? Will you ever get them back?

15. Do you write in the margins of your books? Dog-ear your pages? Read in the bath? Why or why not? Do you judge people who do these things? Can we still be friends?

16. What’s the weirdest thing you’ve ever used as a bookmark?

17. Talk to me about the minutiae of your current WIP. Tell me about the lore, the history, the detail, the things that won’t make it in the text.

18. Choose a passage from your writing. Tell me about the backstory of this moment. How you came up with it, how it changed from start to end. Spicy addition: Questioner provides the passage.

19. Tell me a story about your writing journey. When did you start? Why did you start? Were there bumps along the way? Where are you now and where are you going?

20. If a witch offered you the choice between eternal happiness with your one true love and the ability to finally finish, perfect, and publish your dearest, darlingest, most precious WIP in exactly the way you've always imagined it — which would you choose? You can’t have both sorry, life’s a bitch

21. Could you ever quit writing? Do you ever wish you could? Why or why not?

22. How organized are you with your writing? Describe to me your organization method, if it exists. What tools do you use? Notebooks? Binders? Apps? The Cloud?

23. Describe the physical environment in which you write. Be as detailed as possible. Tell me what’s around you as you work. Paint me a picture.

24. How much prep work do you put into your stories? What does that look like for you? Do you enjoy this part or do you just want to get on with it?

25. What is a weird, hyper-specific detail you know about one of your characters that is completely irrelevant to the story?

26. How do you get into your character’s head? How do you get out? Do you ever regret going in there in the first place?

27. Who is the most stressful character you’ve ever written? Why?

28. Who is the most delightful character you’ve ever written? Why?

29. Where do you draw your inspiration? What do you do when the inspiration well runs dry?

30. Talk to me about the role dreams play in your writing life. Have you ever used material from your dreams in your writing? Have you ever written in a dream? Did you remember it when you woke up?

31. Write a short love letter to your readers.

32. What is a line from a poem/novel/fanfic etc that you return to from time and time again? How did you find it? What does it mean to you?

33. Do you practice any other art besides writing? Does that art ever tie into your writing, or is it entirely separate?

34. Thoughts on the Oxford comma, Go:

35. What’s your favorite writing rule to smash into smithereens?

36. They say to Write What You Know. Setting aside for a moment the fact that this is terrible advice...what do you Know?

37. If you were to be remembered only by the words you’ve put on the page, what would future historians think of you?

38. What is something about your writing process YOU think is Really Weird? If you are comfortable, please share. If you’re not comfortable, what do you think cats say about us?

39. What keeps you writing when you feel like giving up?

40. Please share a poem with me, I need it.

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When The Lights Go Out | Min Yoongi

a/n: I wanted so badly to write something horror and this idea popped into my head and I needed to post it :( my initial idea had been to make it an interactive story, but I'm still not sure whether to do that or not.

summary: Your boss -with whom you had been working for more than seven years- had given you the job of going to check out one of his most recent projects, a large house on the outskirts of a rather quiet town that was quite far from the city.

It wasn't until you spent the first week staying at the house that you realized something important. From dead animals, to the shadow of a badly wounded young woman screaming at your window in the early morning hours, every single thing that happened during your stay there was screaming at you to leave, warning you about what your future would be.

It had taken you a long time to realize that, much to your disgrace, you had no escape. You were trapped in that place, and it was no longer just your job that was at stake, after all, how could you work when you were dead?

warnings: the respective warnings of each chapter will be added as appropriate. They may touch on sensitive topics, so please read them carefully.

wc: ???

taglist: @thunderg @minjianhyung @queenv1997 @yoongtism @lizzymizzy-blogg @superbbananananana @drpepperobsessed @themwordsblog @taekritimin123 @bluecloudss

You checked the clock on your phone screen for the third time. It was barely six o'clock in the evening and the sky was already beginning to darken. You weren't sure if it was because of the time or simply because of the lack of streetlights in the neighborhood, if that's what you could call it. The last house you had seen you had passed about ten minutes ago by car.

You let a sigh escape your lips, feeling a little calmer as you watched a large house grow larger and larger. It had taken you almost eight hours to get from your apartment to here, your feet felt cramped and your eyes felt heavy.

Soon after you left your car parked near the entrance. You got out of the car, making sure to lock the doors. You couldn't help but grimace at how terribly disastrous the state of the house was, not even a rat could live in such a neglected place. Or maybe it could, you weren't too sure about the lifestyle of rats.

You took a quick look around. On your right hand side was a lush forest that, to the naked eye, seemed to extend much further than you could imagine. You made a mental note just then, dead before you entered that forest, your sense of direction was too poor to be able to get out of there. On the other side, a little further from the manor house was another kind of hut; this one was a little smaller than the one in front of you, but it still seemed to have enough space to house a family of at least four people. Due to the darkness you could not distinguish much more clearly the state of that hut, but what you were absolutely sure of was that there were people living in it. You could see the lights coming from one of the second floor windows.

Before entering the house, you caught a glimpse out of the corner of your eye of a man coming out of the cabin. You weren't a hundred percent sure, but you could have sworn he turned to look at you once outside.

You had spent the last forty-seven minutes tidying up some of your things and doing a complete check of the house. To your great surprise, the lights were still working, something that eased the burden of the work you would have had to do if the power lines were out. First you checked the master bedroom, the one you would be staying in for the next days. The bed seemed to be in pretty good condition, even the sheets seemed to have been in a state that was too spotless. You thought maybe it was because the former owners were still in charge of keeping the rooms in a livable state.

The second place you checked was the kitchen. Everything seemed to be in its place, there were even services in the drawers and some pots and pans in the cupboards below. The refrigerator contained no food, in fact, it was almost like new. You made sure to check the functionality of the furniture and some of the appliances that were still here. Luckily for you, they were still in perfect working order.

You walked around the first floor a few times, listening for the sound of wood creaking against your footsteps. It was only until you reached the end of the hallway that you noticed the house had a basement. You hated basements more than anything. But you weren't here to be whimsical, you were here for work. That said, you walked over to the door and grabbed the handle. You were ready to turn it but, just as your wrist began to twitch, knocking on the front door made you stop in your tracks. Who could it be?

With a frown you walked straight to the door, feeling a slight pressure in your chest and a sense of dizziness that prevented you from breathing normally. Why were you so frightened by the simple knock on a door? Well, admittedly, you were in the middle of nowhere, the nearest civilization was a ten minute drive away and you were staying in a house that's next to a forest that's not exactly what you'd call something appealing to the eye. Yeah, come to think of it, you had a lot of reasons to feel unsafe in this place.

The door had no peephole, so you could only open the door to see who was on the other side. You hesitated for a few seconds, but ended up opening it. On the other side of the door stood a woman and a man; the woman seemed to be around your age, she was much shorter than you, she was wearing a lilac-colored vest and had a huge cake in her hands. Next to her was the man, he didn't seem to be much older than you, but he had an expression bitter enough to add a few extra years to it. He was wearing a black colored jacket, kept both hands in the pockets of it and, quite unlike his companion, there was no glimpse of a smile on his face.

"Hi!" greeted the girl cheerfully, giving you a too big smile. For a second you wondered if her cheeks hurt from doing so, "I'm Chaewoon, Yoongi" she pointed at the guy next to her, not taking her eyes off you, "told me you had arrived a while ago and I couldn't help but think that you'd probably feel a little dazed by all the change, I mean, you can tell you're coming from the city" she pointed at your car, letting out a soft laugh before continuing, "I thought maybe it would make you feel a little more comfortable if you knew your only neighbors. It's necessary to have communication between us, you know, the nearest town is a bit far, it would be much better if we were here to help each other!".

"Chaewoon, you're making her dazed by talking so much" muttered the man who, from what you remembered, was called Yoongi. Chaewoon frowned at him and stomped his foot in annoyance, "Hey! What's wrong with you?".

"Shut your mouth, there are people trying to be nice around here" she snorted, turning her full attention back to you. "So… what do you think?" she smiled kindly, spreading the cake in front of your face.

You grimaced, glancing inside the house, only to turn your attention back to the two people standing in your doorway. It was true that you didn't feel very comfortable being in this house all alone, but the idea of having two strangers inside didn't quite suit you either.

"Well?" the girl insisted after a few seconds, cocking her head slightly.

You bit the inside of your lip, unsure of what to say to her. She looked so excited with the cake in her hands. You looked up, still looking just as unsure as you did. "I..."

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Request: Could you write a smut fanfic of yoongi being a brat tamer? Basically just the reader or y/n having an attitude on purpose and just being a brat and yoongi punishing her with s3x and spanking? Also preferably rough s3x.

Punishment

a/n: I AM SO SORRY IT TOOK ME SO MANY DAYS. I was in a block of absolutely everything, I wasn't even able to finish a task I had pending :( seriously sorry for taking so long, sorry. I also regret the emptiness of the title, me and titles have a personal thing 🙃 wc: 1.8k Taglist: @thunderg @minjianhyung @queenv1997 @yoongtism @lizzymizzy-blogg @superbbananananana @drpepperobsessed @themwordsblog @taekritimin123 @bluecloudss

You let out a choked gasp as you felt Yoongi's fingers tangle in your hair and pull hard. You wanted to scream, but you were aware that was just what he wanted, and you weren't willing to please him, not like you could with his cock in your mouth either.

“You look so much better shut up than talking shit, don't you think?” he said in a mocking tone, delivering a particularly sharp lunge against your throat. It burned in the most glorious way possible. 

You pulled his cock out of your mouth, wiping your chin with the back of your hand, your mocking gaze fixed on Yoongi's. “Really? Because I'm sure it was that same shit talk that got you this hard, Yoonie” you hummed with amusement, brushing his length with your fingertips as you used your tongue to tease his slit. 

You felt him lift you up in his arms as if you were a feather, carrying you straight to his room. You had been down this same path several times before, but never this way, let alone with this intention. You regretted absolutely nothing, you had been waiting for this moment for a long time. 

A shriek-like scream escaped your lips as Yoongi threw you roughly onto his bed, climbing on top of you almost instantly. You didn't even realize at what point he pounced against your lips, kissing you so desperately and needily that your whole body shuddered. 

His hands soon traveled to your waist and let them snake playfully across your bare skin, teasing your sensitive areas and momentary spasms. They weren't where you wanted them to be, and that was starting to irritate you.

“Could you, I don't know, do something useful with your hands? I don't know if you know this, but I have needs down there too, and you haven't helped me much to speak of” you whispered between heavy breaths. Normally you enjoyed foreplay, feeling the soft cool touch on your skin, the desperate kisses and pelvic rubs on lesser garments. This, however, was a special occasion, you hadn't been teasing this man for almost a year to have him tease you like this.

“What's so funny about that? I thought you liked foreplay, wasn't that what you said a few days ago with one of your friends?” he had to clench his jaw as he felt your nails dig into his hips to press his member hard against your clothed center. The rubbing felt majestic, you thought it would feel a thousand times better if he cut the shit and just thrust it into you. “Fuck.”

“Or you start taking off my shorts to fuck me against your bed, or I'll be on the hook for having to let you down and ride you until I come” you whispered in annoyance, taking Yoongi's hair between your fingers and pulling on it until his neck was fully exposed to your view.

“You really are a desperate bitch, aren't you? I didn't think you were like that, it's interesting to see” he let out a laugh too hoarse to count as laughter, his hand stopping firmly on your wrist with the intention of releasing his hair from your firm grip. You felt your stomach churn with excitement the moment he pressed both of your hands on top of your head, pulling his face close to yours until both your breaths mingled. 

You licked your lips at the dry feeling you had on them, you really weren't the kind of person to let yourself be dominated that easily, but there was something about the idea of Yoongi pressing you hard on his bed that made your whole body tremble with excitement. 

You moaned almost in a whisper as you felt his cool fingers brush against your lower belly, right where your shorts were. You heard a dull sound and then the zipper slowly lowered, causing you to stir in anticipation. It didn't take long for Yoongi to undo the denim and toss it somewhere in the room.

His lips focused on your neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses trailing from your jaw to your collarbones, all the while keeping one hand gripping yours and the other exploring your center over your clothing. The first touch almost made you curl your back.

“Shit, are you seriously this wet just from sucking my cock?” he laughed softly, earning a knee from you. You were too engaged in the sensations he was provoking in you to notice his moan.

“Shut your mouth and touch me, I helped you, it's your obligation to return the favor” you wanted to pull your hands out of his grip, but he seemed determined to keep them glued to your wrists. 

“You don't know how much I hate your shitty attitude” he whispered against your skin, stopping between your neck and shoulder, taking a hard bite. This time you couldn't swallow your scream. Your hands clenched tightly, possibly causing your palms to be left in purple crescent shapes. “You did that on purpose, didn't you? You wanted to annoy me long enough until I blew up and we got into this situation.”

“Well, I didn't think it would happen, but since-” you interrupted yourself with a loud moan as you felt his hand reach under the fabric covering your center, going straight to your clit to play with it. The tugging, circling massages and rough thrusts he made with his fingers were enough to have you pressing your hips against his hand and keep your mouth too busy moaning to respond to him.

“At first I thought it would be a good idea to play a little, you know? But you're so wet and you've been so annoying...you really don't deserve my pity” he gently bit your ear, letting his thumb tease your clit as two of his fingers pressed against your entrance.

You closed your eyes tightly as you felt his fingers enter you in one thrust. They were quite long, and he definitely knew which places to touch to make you quiver under him. You could feel them moving in and out of you, faster and harder each time, opening his fingers once inside you, flexing them where he felt you might have a sensitive spot to tease as he played with you. The “massage” on your clit wasn't much help to the increasingly constant spasms either. 

“God, that feels so good” you whispered, pressing your hips against his hand, having the urge and need to feel him closer, deeper.

Almost the instant you said those words Yoongi pulled his fingers from inside you, licking shamelessly at your juices. You moaned as you watched him run his tongue along the length of his fingers. “Then I guess you're relaxed enough to fuck you.”

You shivered slightly at the thought of finally feeling him inside you. Ever since you had seen how big he was you had been longing for this moment. You nodded awkwardly, frowning in confusion as you felt him turn you over, leaving you face down on the bed.

You were about to ask why he had made you turn around, but his cock thrusting into you answered the question immediately. He didn't wait a second for you to get used to the sensation, once he bottomed out, his thrusts became rougher and rougher, causing a slight burning excitement that forced you to grip his sheets until your knuckles were white. His hands gripped your hips tightly, they would probably leave a few marks later, but you couldn't have cared less, you were too focused on how stupidly full you felt at that moment.

“If I'd known you needed a fuck to shut you up, I would have done it a lot sooner” he growled softly, running one of his hands down your back, caressing your curves with the gentleness his pelvis definitely didn't have.

“You wouldn't have dared, you were a pussy” you laughed between moans, squealing as you felt a burning on your right cheek along with a “clap” that sounded too loud to appear to the neighbors. They probably would have noticed by the noise from the walls, you thought. 

“Did I tell you to talk?” he wrapped one of his arms around your waist, gathering your back against his chest, his other hand traveled to your sensitive spot, moving it as he pleased. Your legs were starting to lose their strength, and you were really thankful your face was against his mattress, you didn't see yourself able to see his taunting face right now.

“I-I don't need to” you moaned loudly as you felt his cock slap against your G-spot as his fingers kept your clit well tended to, “Y-your pe-permission to... talk.” you wanted to sound as fluent as possible, but it was becoming increasingly difficult as his onslaught grew wilder and wilder. 

Another “clap” echoed in the room, louder this time. You clenched your jaw as you felt your skin burn. 

“As long as you're under me you need it, understand? Or are you too fucked up to think?” he whispered against the skin of your shoulder, kissing and biting your skin. The pleasure was becoming more and more unbearable and your body couldn't seem to take Yoongi's lewd touches any longer. 

Your breath caught in your throat as you felt his cock stir and throb inside you, and it took everything in you not to come right then and there. His hand was starting to move faster over your clit, enjoying the wet sound it made.

Your already agitated breathing was starting to become increasingly ragged. Your body was starting to spasm more often and you were sure you weren't the only one in this state. Yoongi was keeping his attention completely focused on hitting your G-spot again and fuck, what you felt when he hit that spot again would definitely be something hard to forget. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck” you squealed low Yoongi, your whole body shaking uncontrollably as the knot in your lower belly unraveled tighter than you had ever experienced before. You totally lost the strength in your limbs, so it was Yoongi who had to hold you tight as he delivered his final thrusts before pulling out of you and cumming on your lower back.

“Fuck” hissed Yoongi, massaging his member until the last drop of cum was out of him. His gaze was on your face. Your eyes closed, your mouth half open struggling to regulate your breathing and your eyebrows slightly furrowed.

“You better clean my back before I get my strength back, Min” you whispered, finishing the sentence with an almost inaudible laugh. You took a pillow from the many he had near the headboard and settled it under your face, “What are you waiting for? Move.”

He just smiled, taking advantage of the fact that your eyes were still closed. He definitely liked you better that way. 

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