#& is inspired by my current wips

[animalceramics]

[simonbrain]

simon thinks you're a deity. he thinks you're his saviour, his beautiful angel who descended from heaven just to save a nasty old man like him.

his unwavering devotion feeds something dark inside you; the way he so easily lets his guard down in your presence, the way his head hangs low and he treasures every word you say, it has your mind reeling. he just wants to please you—if he ever upsets you, he almost kills himself trying to make up for his wrongs.

"please love, i'll be better, i promise," he pleads on his knees as you stare down at him with an uninterested look on your face, your blank eyes boring into his teary ones. he'll grovel for as long as you make him. he humps your leg while groaning pathetic apologies; the sounds almost resembling the low growls of a dog.

"i don't know, simon." you sigh, your voice cold as you watch him rut against you. "i told you, didn't i? that you're only getting one more chance." you thread your fingers through his hair to yank his head back, pulling a low moan from him. "i said that i'd leave if you fucked it up again."

his cock pulses and leaks in his pants, but he doesn't touch, no. he can prove he's your good boy. he'll earn your forgiveness.

"p— please, i'm sorry." he inhales sharply when you roughly squeeze his cheeks together, his scarred lips jutting out. right now, he resembles nothing of a lieutenant; all that kneels before you is your rowdy mutt, and you've been too soft on him lately. it seems he needs to be disciplined again.

[seaprincess-selkie]

So close to finishing the matching skirt (until my next berry project 🍓)

[agentravensong]

characters who see themselves as more of a Force or an abstract concept acting in the world than as a person. characters who prioritize their role as a cog in some greater mechanism over their own personhood. characters who get their hands dirty, who run themselves ragged, who take on an unbearable weight, who hurt or neglect or give up or straight-up betray the people and things they once held close, because they believe in doing so they are fulfilling their Purpose, the thing they exist in this world to do (and no one else will do it, *can* do it, so it has to be them). characters who've determined that they are constructs bound to preprogrammed code, to a script already written for them by someone/something else, and have been operating under that mindset for so long that they don't know how to live on their own terms. characters who uphold the fate that is smothering them. can anyone hear me

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

Writers, reblog this with the last sentence you wrote from your WIP

[inkwell-chronicles]

Three (ish) Words for story/WIP Inspiration:

Friends, lovers, death 

Travel, night-drives, rain

Illness, death, grief 

Forest, music, teen-in-love

End-of-world-feeling, drowning, chaos

Lovers, free-time, romance 

Boy, power-hungry, animosity 

Boy, grieving, pain

Turn-back-time, danger, travel 

Artist, financial-trouble, survival 

Friend-betrayal, danger, resolution 

Dark-academia, life-changes, romance 

Thunderstorm, enemies-to-lovers, dancing 

Books, small-shop-owner, romance 

Financial-trouble, girl-in-need, friend-finder

Sand-dunes, teleportation, action-packed 

High-school-drama, mental-health, romance 

Internal-struggle, finds-peace, hard work

Magical-object, strange-place, new-abilities 

Unlock-knowledge, new-world, dangerous 

Fire, girl-in-red, kill-or-be-killed

Past-trauma, mental-death, moving-forward 

Graveyard, sea-of-flowers, overwhelming-grief 

Lost-girl, wandering, meaning-of-life

Coffee-shop, forbidden-romance, love-at-first-sight

(I know I used dashes weirdly but shh... it makes sense lol)

[cheriecoke]

❝𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐫𝐮𝐧 𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐡❞

comm by @/puri42a ♕₊⊹

[orion-archives]

(WIP, because I'm rushing all of my projects before my surgery!)

Don't you hate when an eldritch horror torments your child because you did drugs like one time before he even existed.

FINISHED VERSION HERE

[sofancydancy]

Okay, so the poll reached about 70% on this one and I jumped on it because I'm ADHD...Seriously, thank you for those who voted!! Going for a Lucretia type of martyr! I am obsessed with the stomach currently because the original painting is so fleshy! Also: from far away this looks like a spicy novel cover

Gale approves

[kotoryba]

@batbusiness-schooldropout , a little New Year gift for you, my crazy muse☺️. Thanks for inspiration from both parts of my brain😁.

Sorry, I honestly tried to finish another 5+ parts for that first scene about the best father-of-MDZS-AU, Wen Ruohan, but... not this year 😁.

[swinging-stars-from-satellites]

hey , you can write things that are shippy but in a platonic way. hope this helps

[machinenamedgar]

When the Artblock stops artblocking💙

This is my Sona! Yes Hes ultrakill inspired and also based on my roblox avatar.

[libraryofolive]

life has been... not great the past couple of weeks, so sorry for not rlly posting :/ I can't say for definite when I'll be back posting semi regularly (not that I've ever been a regular poster in any way shape or form) but I am here!! lurking!! And playing a little too much love and deep space but I've not forgotten about you all!! I will be back!!!! Eventually

[theeccentricraven]

The 22nd Day of Writemas 💚🤍❤️

Thank you so much @agirlandherquill for setting up these writing prompts!😇 This has so helped my productivity! To any who haven't seen it yet, you can find the rules in the invitation post. 🎄🎀☃️

From the list of Day 22 prompts, I chose: "It's a time for celebration, wipe that frown from your face."

I used it to create a new scene mixed with a rewritten scene for my YA Dystopia The Blood Cleaners. This takes place at about Chapter 3 or 4 (still working out chapter lengths). This is early on in the story when Justin and Joselyn have just met. I hope this scene doesn't seem too silly. I added in a couple of quirky characters who replaced the original boring teacher I created in Draft 1. If they seem weird, it's just because I'm still working on them.

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"Hey, wassup new bloods!” chirped the first young man. “Guess what we get to be as junior blood cleaners? We’re your teachers! I’m Mel! And this is my partner Rupert!”

The second young man, Rupert, pointed to the door, rolling his eyes as he crowed, “And down the tunnel are the offices of the shrinks to keep us sane. Might as well head over before you lose yours.”

Mel gently elbowed Rupert. “Hey, ignore my ironic partner! It's a time for celebration! Wipe that frown from your face!"

The class erupted in laughter. Oscar wiped off his scowl to hint at a smile.

Mel skipped forward. “Lady Mariana has given the rundown of the boring stuff! Medical forms, yeah it hurts but you forget the pain later. You’ve got your packets. Lord Lucio had to act out his show. Don’t worry, he’s only mean to you if he catches you in a bank vault. Don’t ever do that! There’s no goodbye party if you screw yourself up. But we have a welcoming party! Come on! The others are waiting in the break room!”

Justin stuck his papers in his packet and along with his book. He saw that Joselyn eyed him as she held her packet, too.

Mel and Rupert guided the class of fifteen into the corridor. As they walked down into the tunnel, many questions flew out from the recruits.

“They have psychologists just for the blood cleaners?” Wanda asked, cringing. 

“Yep,” Rupert replied. “Don’t worry, they’re nice. They don’t take us for granted as much as the Fists do.”

“Hey,” Mel squeaked while lifting his knees high, dancing along the way, “if Señor Presidente didn’t care, he wouldn’t have so many shrinks for us. They are the candle on the path of training and stick with you for years to come on the job.”

Wanda widened her eyes. “Blood cleaners always see psychologists?”

Mel slowed down his walk. “Our work is draining. We need our therapy. Don’t worry, ‘we’re all a family here. You need a shoulder to cry on, go to a colleague. It’s why we need love and partners. And smiles!”

 Mel had said his last two words just as Roberto, the quarry worker about their age, walked to the front of the party. “How many casualties are there each year?”

Rupert interjected, “No sugarcoating, we honestly don’t know. Not every year is the same. One year, we only lost one trainee. There was another year when we lost three fourths of the trainees!”

“Yeah, so cut Lord Bo some slack,” Mel added. “He’s a meany, but a goody. He pushes us hard in the gym because the fitter you are, the more likely you are to survive.”

Justin eyed Joselyn as the group walked down the middle of the tunnel. She eyed him. He stepped up to her.

“Are you all right?” he asked. 

“Oh, I couldn’t be better.” She relaxed her face. “I thank you so much for helping me go through that all. I thought I was going to go home with my tail between my legs.” 

He smiled. “Now you can go home with your head held high!”

She tilted her head. “Justin, right?”

“That’s my name. Joselyn. That has to be one of the nicest names I’ve ever heard.”

As Joselyn began to open her mouth, Mel shrieked from ahead, “There it is!”

The group crossed the crosswalk to a doorway with a sign that read: Blood Cleaners Only

The group entered a room full of men and women wearing the cerulean and white uniform. A few sat on leather couches, reading or watching the TV. A few sat at card tables playing ratscrew. A few chatted by the counter with packs of tea and coffee. Cigarette fumes mixed with the aroma of microwaveable food. These experienced blood cleaners ranged from many ages, from young adults to the middle aged. There were a handful of gray-haired elders. Justin even recognized the couple he watched all of his life - Ben and Mia. 

They all turned to the newcomers and applauded. 

“WELCOME NEW BLOODS!”

“Let’s get out that cake!” Mel exclaimed.

Justin wondered why the blood cleaners had only one break room, not an adult lounge and a family lounge. He smacked himself to remember there were no child workers among the blood cleaners. They didn’t even have their own children. He looked for Joselyn. She was still only an arms length away. Her eyes surveyed the welcome party, though she turned to focus on Justin.

Ben placed a vanilla frosted cake at the end of one dining table. The blood cleaners and new recruits quickly mixed, shaking hands, and conversing while getting in line. 

Joselyn took a step closer to Justin. “Why did you do it?”

He blinked. “Do what?”

“Help me. Both times.”

Justin doubted anyone in the break room would care about the time almost a decade before when two chicos scurried out of their designated areas to escape the police, but he didn’t want to advertise it.

“This isn’t the place,” he whispered. “Let’s talk somewhere else.”  

“Right,” Joselyn agreed. “I actually can’t linger for the party. I have…something at home. Since we all have clearance now, would you like to come with me? Not the whole way if you don’t want to, but maybe to the bus stop.”

“Absolutely,” Justin said. 

He could skip cake to take surface air for the first time in years.

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and OPEN!

[setevulpo]

thiam in the synaesthete theo au

[indybob]

Bradley and Jake at a honky tonk bar and Jake wearing his Stetson while they dance. A slow song comes on, Bradley pulling Jake close and draping his arms around Jake’s strong shoulders. When the song ends, Bradley takes Jake’s hat and places it over his curls, before strutting off to the exit, waiting for Jake to catch up. Jake just stands there, hair ruffled up, a stunned look and blush on his face while his brain reboots to process what just happened.

He races after Bradley, who’s still sauntering toward the exit.

“Have you heard of the cowboy hat rule?” Jake asks once he’s caught up.

Bradley stops, looking at Jake with his pupils blown wide, “Why do you think I took the hat?”

Jake blushes yet again and gets full-body shivers when Bradley whispers in his ear, “Take me home, cowboy.”

Needless to say, this leads to a wild night of sex once they get back home😏