#✒ writing pieces

[arcadiandefenders]

"VARVATOS DIDN'T REALIZE THAT HE WAS TALLER THAN YOU, SCHOOL BUREAUCRAT."

"...you don't pay attention to those around, do you, Vex?" Karl raised an eyebrow, looking up at his friend. "Wait...I could've sworn when I met you, you were short."

"THAT IS BECAUSE YOU MET VARVATOS WHEN HE WAS IN HIS WRINKLY, SAGGY FORM." Varvatos grumbled, clearly not a huge fan of his human form. He prefers to be in his regular form more often than his human form.

"Wrinkly, saggy--wait, you were-...ugh..." Karl is just now coming to that conclusion, "I don't remember that, my memory's a bit foggy from it all." A soft frown plastered across his face.

"DO NOT THINK TOO MUCH ON IT, KARL...IT WAS IN THE PAST." Varvatos reassures his friend. He actually referred to his friend by first-name basis.

[iluvapplesxh]

⧽⧽Visiting Hours⧼⧼

❀ pair: billie eilish x fem!reader

✰ summary: Without you, nothing felt like it should have. Your absence a pain Billie would never be able to bear completely ever. But she knows you'll wait for her where you are, and you'll meet again.

✯ warnings: mentions of death, angst, obviously no happy-end, !ENGLSH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE!

✒ a/n: uh, so definitely don't like how this turned out, but I'm just happy I had enough mentality and energy to write this and I'm sorry if it's not how you all imagined it but at the moment this is the best I can do. I love you all! <3 also listening to the song makes it better!

Billie’s sight blurred, the tears clouding it. They burned awfully, stinging her eyes as she tried her best to keep them from falling while she felt her throat close up, her breath stuck in her chest. Her hand was trembling in front of her, between her fingers was a piece of paper, imprinted with a photo of you. You had been smiling widely at the camera, holding up baby Shark in your hands excitedly as Billie had taken the picture.

Oh, how she wished she could just go back in time, to tell you she loves you. Even if she can’t change what happened she just wants to hear your voice saying ‘I love you, too’ again. Just one last time.

Billie’s chest felt strangely tight and a sob escaped her throat, causing her to drop the piece of paper onto the cushion of her sofa. The sofa which you had cuddled her on for hours, whether it had been the two of you watching a movie, a TV show, or just simply talking mindlessly for hours on without a care in the word. 

At the thought, tears slipped from her eyes and Billie took a big shaky breath in.

She didn’t pay any mind to her phone, ringing next to her as she looked down, shakily picking up the picture again, her other hand wiping furiously at her eyes. She sat up straighter and dropped the paper onto her lap, leaning her head back as her hands covered her face.

All she wanted was you, your arms around her comforting her, rubbing her back soothingly as she cried, telling her that it’s okay, everything’ll be okay and you’re here.

But you’re not.

She’s alone.

Alone in the now empty house the two of you shared so many memories in, date nights spent in the living room, laughing about anything and everything. Sweet, calm evenings and mornings spent in the kitchen, wrapped in each other’s arms as you messed around while making food, freely fooling around like lovers do in those movies.

Well, only those lovers have a happy ending. They say their vows at the end of the movie and promise forever trust and happiness. Not you and Billie. No, she could never love anyone else like she loves you. 

Everything was a mess in her life. Her friends and family worried sick about her. She hasn’t left the house in days and she couldn’t bear Shark whining and looking at her with a tilted head, sometimes searching the house for you and all Billie could do was watch with her chest and throat tight. 

Everything was falling apart and she didn’t know what to do. How to do anything. How to continue her life. It’s like the moment you were gone, her world stopped spinning. And she needed it to start again but she didn’t know how.

You would.

You always knew how to solve all her problems with simple words and actions.

Her fans were not much different. Worried and sad. And she hadn’t dared look at the media, headlines after headlines haunting her dreams and days. 

She didn’t want this. She just wants you. To talk. To tell you her every problem that has been piling on top of one another ever since you’ve been gone. And you’d listen, hold her hand and stroke her knuckles gently, murmuring reassuring words when she finished talking. Telling her you’d go through it all together. Because you always lived by the fact that love solves even the things that feel like the end of the world. God, she’s always loved the way your mind worked.

But where was that love now? When she needed it so desperately, where the hell was it?

Nothing feels right anymore, the house was too quiet and her head was so loud.

Her hands fell from her face, her red, teary eyes opening. Her breathing was ragged, shaky and unstable, unsteady. Her mind raced with thoughts but when she looked at that picture again, her mind went silent, but more tears slid down her rosy cheeks.

It felt pointless. Crying wasn’t gonna bring you back. Looking through millions of your pictures won’t either. Nothing will.

She pushed the paper down from her lap swiftly, sniffling as her other hand pressed the button on the side of her phone and the screen lit up, the notifications full of missed calls and unread texts. But she couldn’t care less about them. None of them were from you, so what was the point?

She swallowed harshly around the thick lump in her throat, head lifting at the sound of a quick bark. Her red and puffy eyes fell onto the gray Pitbull, and her breath hitched once more as her gaze dropped to the floor in front of him. A piece of clothing would have been the simple explanation to everyone else, but not her. Not when she’d seen that one so many times before. Your shirt.

“Shark” Billie wiped her cheeks and held out a hand. “Where did you find that, bud?” Her voice was hoarse and strained, another sob threatening to crawl up her throat once more.

The dog swiftly took the clothing into his mouth again, carrying it over to his owner with big eyes, only letting go when Billie’s hand made contact with the fabric and her fingers gripped it tightly, pulling it to her chest. Shark whined softly, jumping up onto the couch in a swift movement, nudging Billie’s arm with his nose in worry at her state.

A wet chuckle left Billie and her free hand, shakily resting on his gray furry head. It seemed as though he wasn’t able to move on either. Like he couldn’t believe you were gone.

“I know, bud. I miss her too” She whispered softly, hearing Shark whine quietly again, leaning forward and resting his upper body onto Billie’s thighs. She took a deep breath and looked down at the shirt in her hand. She slowly brought it up to her face, inhaling swiftly and a sob escaped her again as the faint scent of you filled her senses completely as if for the first time ever.

It took her a while, laid on the sofa motionlessly for hours with her thoughts racing as she just wished to see you one more time. Just one, a proper goodbye. But she didn’t want it to be a goodbye, no, not a goodbye. Just a ‘Till we meet again’. 

But she knew if she even had one chance she wouldn’t think about leaving again. She needed you to survive, to live, to breathe but she had to accept the fact that that’s not possible and that’s maybe for the best.

And she’ll have to try to live her life without you, and just when she’s alone, she’ll think about you, maybe let a tear or two fall because there was no way she could ever think about you again and nod cry. But she knew you’d want her to live her life to the fullest. To continue making music and keep her friends and family close. And for you, she’ll do just that, but never will she ever again in her life love anyone the way she loves you. Not one person could compare to you, the love you gave her. And which you took away from her along with her heart.  So far away, but maybe one day she’ll reach you and you’ll be waiting for her. She’ll hug you tightly and tell you everything that’s happened since, how much she’s missed you and how much she loves you.

And God knows everyone she’ll meet until then will know about you, about who you were and what you meant to her. To the world. And she’ll never get bored of telling every story the two of you shared. 

So what if she’ll never move on completely?

No one would ever want to leave the best thing in their life behind, even if it’s already gone. It’ll never be so completely. She’ll never be alone completely, you’ll be there, watching over her until you meet again.

✒ a/n: this is really short and little rushed, so sorry. I hate it but I kind of still don't know how to write based on songs so :/

REQUESTS OPEN!! ♡

[drawloverlala]

Some Clip Studio Assets

Hello! I just published a brush for Clip Studio Paint, it’s a cyber effect brush!

https://assets.clip-studio.com/es-es/detail?id=1993559

And along with sharing it with you I also wanted to share some of the assets I've found on the assets store that I think you may like as well! ^_^

here I put them down the read more! (warning it may be a bit too long of a post!)

✒Inking and drawing brushes:

Smooth Ink

Smooth Inker

Voyageffen

Line brush

Ink pen textured

crack lines on surfaces

S Zara Pen

Nong Pen

Line Drawing pen

Rough pen

✏Writing Brushes:

Calligraphy pen set

Halloween themed pen

Neon Pen

Retro brush

🎨 Painting brushes:

Soft fluffy paint (One of my favorites!)

Thick brush set

🖼 Gradient maps:

petitchery set

Holo gradient set

Ommug gradiation map

Toffi's Gradient set

🎇Patterns:

Tone Brush set

Tone Brush set 2

Pretty stone floor pattern

Stone floor pattern

cute Halloween Pattern

Hexagonal pattern

Cute textures (they are patterns)

Sweater pattern brushes

Gun Club Check (plaid pattern)

Lemons pattern

patchwork patterns brush

Argyle pattern brush

Cat face pattern

Cloud and flower pattern

cute brushes and patterns (cactus, peach and clam)

cute simple patterns (warning: they have pretty bright colors, may cause eye strain)

80's patterns

strawberry pattern and brushes

flowery patterns

10 cute plaid patterns

Avocado pattern.

📜Textures:

Textured brush

Glitter star textures

Gold glitter set

Random Textures 1

Random Textures 2

Random Textures 3

Random Textures 4

3 Textures set

Atmosphere set brushes (rusty textures)

📚Background objects:

Wire fence

Books brush 1

Book brush 2

Book brush 3 (fancy)

Bottle brush

Piano brush

Magic Drug shelf set (has baskets, jars and bottles)

City

Window brush

🧁Food:

Cookie brushes

whipped cream brush

Sausages

Many sausages

Bread brush

strawberries and cream

berries brush

strawberries

fruit toppings

Avocado!

🌱🌼Flowers and plants:

Roses1

Roses 2

Tree leaves brush 1 (pretty good)

Peonies

Bougainvillea

Geranium

Easy bush set (this one is pretty good too!)

Palm tree leaves

Mimosa

Flower brush (for cute effects)

✨Effects:

Gaussian blur brush

White drops brush

Glitch effects

Prism brushes

Dual prism brushes

Shiny flowers and sparkles

Retro Filters

Tech brushes

Mini deco effects 1

Mini deco effects 2

👑Ornaments:

Ornament Brushes

Ornament Brushes 2

Oriental Emblem 1-10

Oriental Emblem 21-30

Oriental Emblem 31-40

43 types of decorations

27 Oriental patterns

Ornament material

X-mas brush set

Exotic fantasy decor.

👕Clothing:

Shoe laces set

Shoe laces 2

Sweater knit patterns

10 types of brushes of bows with frills

Patchwork stitches brush

socks/panty/stocking(?) brush

Tattered brush

💕Misc:

Feathers

wind effects

Hot mess confetti

Cute Confetti

Confetti

Halloween particles brush

Fishes

Twinkle brush

Cute pattern 10 pieces set 1

Cute pattern 10 pieces set 2

Cute pattern 10 pieces set 3

Cute pattern 10 pieces set 4

Cute pattern 10 pieces set 5

Star brushes

Halloween washi tape

Puppy stickers!!!

And those are most of the assets I've collected so far from Clip Studio's assets store!

I hope these may result useful to you!

[wizardfrog69]

'•.¸♡ what being in a relationship with them feels like♡¸.•

How being in a relationship with the bsd men feels like

Gn!reader

Masterlist

Enjoy!

Feat. Fukuzawa, Atsushi, Kunikida, Dazai, Ranpo, Akutagawa, Oda, Poe, Fyodor, Nikolai

Yukichi Fukuzawa:

⛾ it may feel distant at times but still loving.

⛾ he is often at work so the two of you can't see each other but when you do you can feel peacefulness and calmness.

⛾ he feels protective in a way which reassures you you can keep your gard as down as you like, not even needing it.

⛾ although he may not look pleased, he is, just know that he is, he is very pleased and happy to be there with you.

Atsushi Nakajima:

❀ being with him feels soft, calm and warm

❀ just like being friends with a cat

❀ he doesn't want anything to happen to you so he's always so nice to you.

❀ he wants to take care of you, to always be near you and for you to always be happy in a warm and peaceful environment, which he tries to always provide to you no matter what weather it be at home or at work, he just wants you to enjoy yourself

Doppo Kunikida:

✎ ̼ your relationship would be an ideal one

✎ ̼ greeting you in the mornings, weather its when you wake up next to him or as he sits sipping a cup of coffee while reading the news paper

✎ ̼ being romantic in thee afternoons

✎ ̼ caring in the evenings

✎ ̼ loving at night, and so on

✎ ̼ if he's with you then he loves you with all his heart and nothing can change that, even if the oxytocin wears off*

✎ ̼ it even sometimes feels like you're already married for years now.

Osamu Dazai:

: ̗̀➛ being with him feels like listening to your favourite song on repeat or wearing your favourite piece of clothing

: ̗̀➛ he feels like returning to a memory

: ̗̀➛ even if you didn't know each other for long, he still feels like a nice memory of laughter with your best friends

: ̗̀➛ it feels as though whenever he laughs it becomes engraved in your mind as your new memory which just becomes vivid everytime you see him

Ranpo Edogawa:

☆ his affection feels sweet and even sour at times

☆ he loves being near you and showing his love by hugging, saying sweet thing in your ear, handing you his snacks and so on

☆ all he needs is your presence and your comforting praises

☆ though he may say or do somethings without thinking of the consequences but he doesn't mean to hurt your feelings

Ryūnosuke Akutagawa:

☾ a relationship with him feels like a one sided relationship

☾ not always, only at times

☾ he isn't one to show affection or not in the traditional way atleast, his love language is more acts of service then physical touch

☾ he doesn't show emotions well so it seems one sided a lot of the time

☾ this doesn't mean he doesn't love you, he does and deeply he just has a hard time expressing his emotions and feelings he has toward you but that all doesn't matter to him, as long as you love him and know he feels the same way about

Sakunosuke Oda:

♡ a relationship where it feels like its lasted forever and will never end as long you both live is what a relationship with Oda feels like

♡ everyday he shows you how much he loves you, there isn't a time where you doubt his love towards you nor your love toward him

♡ even if you've know each other for a couple of months or years, it feels like you two have been married for well over a hundred years and your so called marriage will last a million more

♡ you two are the only thing you need to feel as if you were a big and loving family, ofc the orphans will be a part of that family aswell

Edgar Allan Poe:

✒ being with him feels like listening 'the last waltz' by Englbert Humperdink while reading a really good book about a murder mystery

✒ a perfect mix of romance and death in one with a hint of mystery and chosen isolation with the person you

✒ Poe loves you very much, and his feelings are best reflected in his writing, maybe he writes about a protagonist who is always the most beautiful person in a room, or an antagonist who has a heart made of pure gold. This character being accompanied by a raccoon sometimes!

✒ the love letters and poems also say much when it comes to his love towards you.

Fyodor Dostoevsky:

♔ he may seem heartless but this isn't entirely true, he does a heart it's just entirely filled with the love for you

♔ there is nothing on this earth that fyodor could love more, despite this no one can know about this as revealing his weaknesses can put him and more especially you in danger, and that is the last thing he wants

♔ Fyodor is a smart man, so keep his feelings for you is a little too easy for him, sometimes keeping them from you and even from himself and this can be evident, he often is also consumed by work locking himself in his office for hours even day at a time and never seeing the light of day, not even his love, unless they bring him food and tea to keep him breathing.

♔ but when he does have time off he can think of nothing else then spending it with you. He loves you and these are the times he shows you how much

Nikolai Gogol:

✶ Nikolai is very out going and this cannot be hidden when he express his love to his dear lover

✶ He's very expressive making a relationship with him exiting and filled with surprises

✶ he would love to take you to all crazy places and an adventure after adventure which can be tiring at times, that is when he will show you in a more calmer state how much he loves you, it may be out of character but he loves laying on the bed or sitting on a couch and just hug you constantly showing you his appreciation in a more physical way

༺♡༻ 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 ⋆ 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 ༺♡༻

* ok so ik if the oxytocin levels are low in a relationship it would mean that the couple would split up but idc alright even if he doesn't love you he still loves you

[a060403]

𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝.

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: R18, smutt, afab!reader, blowjob, male!receiving, p in v, explicit language, rough sex, not proofread, grammatical errors, oneshot

✒ 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐀/𝐍: Hello, I hope you enjoy this piece. I'm sorry for the grammatical errors ahead, English is not my first language but I do try to fix it. This piece is different from what I usually write. I've decided to try writing a fic about Miguel since I've been crushing on him since ASTV was released.

𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐃𝐍𝐈!!!

She smiled at him, her eyes locked onto his lips. “I need my husband tonight.”

His eyes darkened with desire as he looked into her passionate gaze. He slowly pulled away from the kiss, biting his lower lip. “And what does my wife have in mind for me tonight?” He asked teasingly, running a hand through his slicked hair while attempting to regain control of himself.

She giggled as brought herself closer and sat on his lap, her body grinding against his. “I was thinking of having you do whatever it is that you want with me.” She replied, her voice coated with the need for him.

Miguel's breath hitched as she grinded against him. He groaned softly, picking her up and carrying her to the couch. “My dear wife...” He murmured before pushing her down onto the cushions and hovering over her. ”You always make me want you so much...”

“Make me feel good.” She demanded, her body hot under him. He kissed her again, harder this time, his tongue pushing through her mouth while his hands wandered all over her body.

His kisses were hot and possessive, mirroring the desire in her eyes. His hands roamed over her body, teasingly touching every sensitive spot he knew.

“Amor... I'm always ready for you when you demand it of me. You sure you wanna do this?” He asked between deep kisses while slipping one hand under her skirt to rub against her wet slit through her panties.

“Like you want me to stop?” She giggled. He couldn't help but laugh at what she said and placed another kiss on her collarbone, licking and sucking on it. He pressed his fingers harder on her now wet cunt, making her squirm.

His eyes darkened with lust as he continued to tease her. He kissed his way down her neck, trailing soft bites along the way while his fingers probed deeper inside of her.

“Miguel, stop— I need you now please!” Her hoarse cry fueled him harder. He pulled out his fingers from her wet cunt and opened his zipper, his long fat cock sprung out. He stroked it a few times before sliding its tip onto her wet folds, making her lips shudder. “Miguel—”

Her voice trembled as he teased her with his cock, slowly pushing the tip inside of her. He groaned softly at how wet and tight she was around him.

Her walls stretched around him, sucking his dick further inside her. “Oh my fuck—” she moaned, deliriously. He smirked and fucked her harder, her hips slamming against her abused cunt, with her tits bouncing off their rhythm.

His grin widened as he felt her walls gripping him tighter. He pulled back slightly, watching in lustful fascination as his cock disappeared inside of her before slamming into her once more.

“You look beautiful with me inside you. Do you know that?” He whispered hoarsely against her lips while thrusting deep into her wetness with long strokes.

Her loud moans filled the room, and her mind went blank. Her thoughts were completely occupied with how good she feels right now, nothing but Miguel fucking her senseless. “C-Close… I'm close… fuck!”

He felt her tighten around him, knowing that she was close. His thrusts became faster and harder, reaching down to rub against her clit while pounding into her wetness.

“Like that mi vida... Squeeze me tighter like that—” his voice roughened as he pushed himself further inside of her with one powerful stroke.

“Ahh—fuuuuuuuuuuckk…” She felt her orgasm throughout her body, her pussy squirting around his dick. He pulled out his cock and grinned at the sight of his wife, exhausted and sated from being fucked too good.

He grabbed her arm and pulled her up gently. “Wait Miguel, I'm too—“ She didn't finish. He shoved his cock into her mouth, gagging her, grabbing a fistful of her hair.

Tears welled up in her eyes as he slammed it harder to the back of her throat, making sure it would leave a bruise. Her hands were placed on his thighs, her nails digging deep into his skin, with her eyes still locked onto his.

He watched as she struggled to speak around his cock. He licked his lips, eyes darkening with desire. “Swallow every drop of my cum for me, mi amor.” He growled before giving one final thrust, his seed flowing down her throat.

He pulled out his dick and jerked himself off onto her face, the tip of cock hitting her cheek, letting the remaining amount of his cum fall onto it. She gave a lazy smile and he returned it. Before carrying her in bridal style to clean her up in the bathroom.

Miguel chuckled softly and cleaned her face gently with a warm washcloth before handing it to her. “There we go. All clean now.”

He kissed her forehead tenderly before helping her get dressed. “Now, why don't we head to bed? I hear some sleeping sounds coming from you...” His voice held an amused undertone as he guided her towards their room.

He helped her lay her body on the soft surface of their bed and pulled the blankets to cover her before the cold even hit her skin. “You're in a good mood…” She joked.

He smirked down at her, his big hand ruffling through her hair.

“Yes... I am. It's my lovely wife that puts me in this mood every time we are together.” He leaned down to kiss her softly before turning off the lights and crawling into bed next to her.

“Goodnight, my love. Sleep well.”

𝐀/𝐍: I do not own any of the pictures and are solely from Pinterest.

[sagesskies]

ᴛᴏ ꜱᴛᴇᴀʟ ᴀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ I

✒ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴀʀᴅᴇɴᴇʀ'ꜱ ꜱᴏɴ, ᴡʜᴏ ᴋɴᴇᴡ ʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ.

ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇꜱ: ᴄʟᴀꜱꜱɪꜱᴍ, ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ʜᴏᴍᴏᴘʜᴏʙɪᴀ, ᴘʀᴏᴍɪꜱᴄᴜᴏᴜꜱ ʙᴇʜᴀᴠɪᴏʀ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ (ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴᴇᴅ ᴏɴʟʏ), ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ɪꜱ ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴀᴘᴀᴛʜᴇᴛɪᴄ

You always loved a good romance. 

Sure, it was looked down upon for a man such as yourself to be reading a novel instead of a thesis, or helping your family manage the estate, but you never cared. Your siblings all begged you to do your job as the first born, and take charge, especially now with your parents growing old, but again, you never cared. 

Currently, the book you were reading was one with a most interesting premise. A young noblewoman is mugged by a dashing thief, and instead of punishing him, orders for him to be made her guard. Between the two, a beautiful romance blossoms. And to think their first meeting the thief thought to steal from her. 

You chuckle, “The only thing he managed to steal from her was her heart,” 

Before you could turn to another page, you hear the sound of heavy footsteps marching to your room. 

You sigh, it’s probably one of your siblings. What would they complain about now? Perhaps your laziness, perhaps your waste of intelligence, maybe this time they’ll complain about your lack of a wife. 

When the footsteps stop outside your door, you brace yourself for whatever nonsense they’ll be bringing to you today.

“I cannot believe this- [Name], have you heard?” Your brother burst into your room, looking dishevelled, and clutching a piece of parchment tightly. 

You set down your novel, “Heard what exactly?” 

James slams the piece of paper down on your table, “Your loverboy,” He sits down on the leather armchair across from you, “He’s back in town, and he’s apparently come to ask for your hand in marriage!” 

You blink, not many things can render you speechless, but this is certainly not what you expected to hear today. 

What did James mean, your loverboy? No matter how good your looks are, and no matter how many people you’ve slept with in the court, you don’t have a loverboy. Hell, you’ve made sure that none of your family ever found out about your various affairs.

“What, who-” You shake your head, “James, what exactly are you on about?” 

James simply taps the paper, “Just read it, [Name].” 

Sighing, you pick the letter up and do as you're told. 

 —

To my dearest, [Name]

Good day to you, my love. I am writing this to inform you of my return to the estate. I apologize for my sudden departure all those years ago, I assure you that I will never leave you again.

You may be wondering where I’ve been all this time. Well, I anticipate that you’ll be pleased to learn that I’ve been studying under the esteemed lawyer Maxwell Yates, you may remember him from multiple cases such as that of Nathan Lynch, Carol Wolf, and Jonah Hewitt. According to him I am the best student he’s ever had. 

But enough about me, I’ve heard you are still yet to wed. Though it is no good for a man such as yourself to remain a bachelor, especially at your age, I cannot express to you enough my happiness that you’ve remembered our promise and saved yourself for me. 

Despite the distance these past years, I promise to you I have not strayed away from you. You are the only one who understands me, who accepts me, and sees me for who I am, my dearest [Name]. You are the only one for me, and that will never change. 

We may still be separated for now, but I promise you, we will not be apart for long my love.

Best regards, your future husband,

Glenn Alston

—

You set the paper down, and you bury your face in your hands. 

You can hear the pity in James’ voice without even looking at him, “I know that you and Glenn were close, and had a special relationship, but you cannot marry him-” 

You raise a single hand, and he stops speaking. You sigh, and sit up straight, “I won’t marry him, James,” You smirk when James looks visibly relieved, “Same sex marriage may be legalized, but I won’t dishonor the family name by engaging in sodomy.” 

James groans, “You know that’s not why we’re against it,” Your family may have high standards for you and never failed to express their disappointment, but they weren’t narrowminded, god imagine how horrible they’d be if they were. 

You chuckle, “Yeah yeah, he’s still the gardener’s son even if he’s some sort of bigshot lawyer now.” 

"And you won't authorize his entry into the estate, right?"

That makes you wonder if you should. Regardless of how you feel, Glenn's father would still like to see him again, even if the man ran away. And Glenn would be a useful asset to the estate, considering how your other lawyer was already getting old.

You shrug in response, "Probably not." You say that to only appease your younger brother, who'd surely throw a fit if you said otherwise.

James nods, clearly satisfied, “Well then, I’ll be going now,” He glares at the romance novel, “And please stop reading that senseless drivel, [Name].” 

You roll your eyes, and ignore his protests as you push him towards the door, “This ‘senseless drivel’, is what your fiance reads in her pastime,” You raise a brow at him, “I’m sure you don’t want her to hear what you said about her hobby.” 

James sputters and tries to find the right words for a decent comeback, but clenches his fists and huffs in frustration, “Fine! Keep reading then,” He turns to leave, but then stops, and turns his head to look at you, “Wait, what did Glenn mean by you remembering your promise?” 

“Aaaaand that’s my cue to close the door,” You grin at him, though it’s strained, “This was fun, bye bye Jamie!” 

“I told you to stop calling me that-” The door closes, and you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. 

Your gaze settles back on the piece of parchment. You walk over to it, and pick the letter up. 

“When did his penmanship get so neat…” You can’t help but feel a twinge of envy, writing was never your strong suit. Well, you never really had a strong suit. No matter how hard you tried, your performance would be mediocre at best. No amount of sucking up from your instructors would change that. 

Despite the bitterness you feel, your eyes soften as you trace Glenn’s elegant strokes. Your mind can’t help but wander to when he first asked you to teach him how to write… 

—

Rarely did you ever willingly go to the library, much to your parent’s chagrin. The entire atmosphere was so stuffy, and you hated how quiet it was. It felt dead, and the old lady who worked as the librarian didn’t help. You swear, one day she’ll fall off the stepladder and her ghost is going to haunt the library for eternity. 

Today was a special occasion however, it was Glenn’s twelfth birthday, and because you forgot to get him a gift he got to request something from you. He didn’t tell you exactly what he wanted, all he told you was to meet him at the library. 

You sigh as you walk inside, ignoring the librarian’s glare when you don’t bother to minimise the sound of your footsteps. 

Sometimes you wished Glenn could be a normal kid, and ask for something like a sword, or a new kite, or something else dumb kids liked to play with.  But then again, if he was anything normal then you wouldn’t like him very much. 

The library was a large room, with various shelves all arranged according to genre, like an actual public library. Your mother told you there were many ancient books and tomes within the shelves, all brought here by your ancestors. You tuned out most of what she said if you were being honest, the only other thing you remembered her saying about it was that there was a book that could make a mini explosion happen. 

You wandered through the room, looking for Glenn. It didn’t take you long to find him, the dark-haired boy was carrying a stack of books in his arms and set it down on one of the tables. You waved over to Glenn, and sat beside him. 

“Why are-” Before you could finish your sentence, Glenn, very rudely, placed a finger to your lips and his hazel eyes hardened into a glare. 

“Lower your voice, [Name]!” He whispered, “We’re in the library.” 

You glared back at him, and licked his finger. Glenn yelped, and immediately pulled back quickly, nearly toppling out of his chair. The noise he created earned him a stern: “Shhhh!” from the librarian. 

Glenn pouted, his cheeks flushed and his ears red. You smirked. It was so easy to fluster him. 

“Anyways, before you oh-so rudely interrupted me,” You spoke softer now, “Why are we here?” 

Glenn was still clutching the finger you licked, and he avoided your gaze, and muttered something under his breath. 

You rolled your eyes, “Geez man, I only licked your finger.” He was acting like you bit him instead, or something else weird. Sighing, you grabbed his chin and turned his face towards you, “Seriously, speak up.” 

Glenn gently pulled away, having learned his lesson now, and then cleared his throat, “I, uh… I wanted to ask…” He took in a deep breath, “Couldyouteachmehowtowrite?” 

“Uh, what?” 

Glenn sighed, “Could you teach me how to write?” 

“Oh,” You blinked, and then furrowed your brow, “That’s it?” You expected him to ask you to read him some big boring book about history or something, this was way more manageable. 

“Yeah, I don’t want to keep asking you to read for me anymore,” He pushed a pad of paper towards you, and handed you a pencil, “It’s embarrassing.” 

That was true, at his age usually he should be the one reading to others, but people from Glenn’s social class never learned how to read unless they were being sponsored by a noble family. But Glenn never seemed to mind before, what changed? 

“Did Emil tease you again?” Emil was the asshole son of the captain of the guard, your presence always warded him off from picking on Glenn, but you couldn’t always be there for him. 

When Glenn didn’t respond, you sighed. Glenn had some weird complex about being seen as capable and dependable in your eyes, but you could care less about whether or not he could handle himself. Unfortunately, you were never the best at expressing your emotions. 

“Emil’s a little prick,” You ignored Glenn’s soft gasp, and started to write the alphabet on the pad of paper, “Guys like him are everywhere, Glenn. Stop caring about what he’s saying, his words don’t matter.”

Glenn muttered, “But they still hurt.” 

Glenn, for how much he tried to look tough, was always so sensitive to what others thought about him. It was another way you two were so different from each other, he could never stop caring, while you just didn’t. 

You set the pen down after finishing the letter z, “Yeah, that’s because you let them.” You glanced at Glenn, since he was shorter than you, all you could see was the top of his dark hair. You wondered what the expression on his face looked like.

Glenn remained silent, and so you sighed, “Anyways…” You handed the pencil to Glenn, “Copy this.” 

When Glenn finished, you took a piece of empty paper from the pad, and handed it to Glenn, “Now do it again, this time without the reference.” 

You weren’t a good student, in fact you were a terrible one. You never did your homework, you barely showed up to class, and whenever you did you never paid attention. Glenn was unfortunate to be stuck with such a lousy person for a teacher.

When Glenn handed the paper back to you, you hummed, “Well, it could be worse.” That was being generous. Glenn managed to remember A, B, and C, but completely skipped D and E, somehow messed up G, and seemed to have merged I and L. However, it was… okay. Considering how this was his first attempt. 

Glenn frowned, “It’s terrible isn’t it?” 

You ruffled his hair, “It’s not bad for a first try man, hand me the pencil,” You take it from his outstretched hand, “So, this is not how you write G, this is how you actually do it..” 

You and Glenn stayed in that library till it was five pm, and you were both being shooed out of the library by the old hag, and then separated when Curtis took you to get ready for supper. 

Perhaps you weren’t such a lousy teacher after all when Glenn was able to write properly only three weeks later. You still remember his smile when you read the letter he wrote to you for your birthday, and you still remember the immeasurable feeling of pride you had for him. 

You can still remember the letter he left for you, the day he disappeared. The warm, wet tears that fell onto the parchment, as you struggled to read through Glenn’s handwriting. The emptiness in your chest, like Glenn ripped your heart out and took it with him when he left. 

—

How things have changed. 

You wonder who taught him to write cursive, was it Maxwell Yates? A fellow student? Perhaps it was a young woman, who fell in love with him like you did, and wanted to have his heart like he had stolen hers. 

You let out a shaky breath, and place the letter in the same drawer as the other one. When you open the drawer, and see the weathered parchment, the tear stains, and the childlike scrawl, you feel your chest clench. 

“You’re over this, [Name],” You remind yourself, “You’re over him.” 

You fold the paper, and set it down with more care than you should’ve given. You close the drawer, and lock it. 

You look at your novel, and realise that you’re not really in the mood for romance anymore. You pick it up, and set it back on the shelf. 

[poisedpen]

✒ Solo RPGs

About a month ago I went down a rabbit hole and came out the other side absolutely obsessed.

A singular post on r/fountainpens notified me to the existence of Solo Journaling RPGs- literally, tabletop experiences that you play by yourself. Some of these games have physical components, but many are played entirely with a pen and a piece of paper.

Needless to say, I was absolutely thrilled at the concept of being able to scratch that TTRPG itch without the social drain, impossible scheduling, AND with the bonus of using up my enormous stores of fountain pen inks. Since the middle of November I have tried three separate Solo RPGs, with one being a longer experience with a physical book with rules and tables...with the other two finished experiences being short, one-to-two page PDF's that can be played out in several hours.

✒ Experiences so far...

During my first attempt I tackled a larger-than-anticipated RPG called Apothecaria. In this game, you are sent a letter by a witch who wishes for you to take her place making potions in the town of High Rannock. You gather reagents, explore, make potions, and develop your reputation and relationships with characters in town. Very Stardew Valley inspired, but with a fun, witchy twist. There is also a cute animal version called Apawthecaria, as well as a few expansions for the main game, which I have yet to look at.

I was excited to start but otherwise clueless about the typical pacing and play of journaling RPGs, and soon found that I was writing way too much information!! My hand got tired, and I put it aside for the time being. I will have to revisit it soon, as it is DISGUSTINGLY cute and fun, but for now I have focused my sights on smaller experiences.

During my second, I played a cute little experience called Last Tea Shop. The game has since released a "full" version with more mechanics, but I found the classic version to be exactly what I was looking for on a lazy saturday night. It took me about 4.5 hours to complete thanks to several distractions, but the playtime was probably closer to 3.

I found this to be a strangely emotional little experience, which probably should have been expected since you are playing as a shopkeep at the edge between life and death. I will admit to shedding a few tears by the end of my journey- but they were happy ones. I will be returning for the full version sometime after I have let the experience settle.

My most recent experience-- as of maybe 30 minutes ago, to be precise-- is a lesser-known RPG called Axe Wielding Priest. This was a wonderful switch up from the cozy games I have tried so far, and as a person who adores a good (but understandably controversial) "sanity" mechanic in a game, it scratched my itch for madness.

There are some warnings in the description for blood, self-harm (flagellation), violence, and paranoia, but I thoroughly enjoyed the 2 hours I spent exploring the mind and history of my character.

✒ Conclusion

I am absolutely obsessed. I'm always itching to come up with stories, but have burned many a role-playing partner by being flaky or losing interest. These offer a few overarching mechanics and rules and otherwise let your mind run free. That sense of loose structure is exactly what I need as someone who struggles with ADHD, but also enjoys coming up with solutions within a set boundary.

There are "old-school" solo RPGs out there, as well as others that aren't just acting as a tool for creative writing. I will be trying some of those out as well as the time comes, as well as the games that use physical maps and movement around a grid.

[thefictionalgirl]

Usually I don't let things bother me,

But if I stay awake at nights,

My soul feels incapable of restraining

my intoxicated breaths.

The continuous ringing in my ear,

Never going to listen to you.

My sighs become frequent,

And the torture never leaves my side,

As If I've been a sinner in my past life.

Normally I'm okay with things as they are,

But if I close my eyes

Contradictions trap my mind,

It doesn't let me cry.

My longing for the warmth,

Reminds me the silent spring,

No birds to chirp in my branches.

Specifically I don't understand tears,

But if I start laughing,

After a while, they come running down my cheeks then to my chest- weighing me down,

And I never wondered why laughter echoes emptiness.

Honestly I don't scream,

It's just when I cannot gulp the reason of my shivers,

And maybe when it nauseates me to throw the thorns up.

Does it get better? Never understood why it only worsens.

Particularly, I don't feel sad,

But when I hear the sound of my life,

always differs from the ones around me

making my sense of acknowledgement numb.

The warmth of my palms covers my eyes, but my heart stays cold.

I don't feel envious, totally,

But my lips can't utter the names I engraved in my soul.

The candles in their hands don't seem to melt, whereas every drop of wax imprinted its mark on my skin.

I don't feel heartbroken, actually.

Though, whenever it rains, I find myself dry,

I cannot hide the tears and they behold me,

Have I always been so pathetic?

Their gazes are not as tender as yours, the air around me thickens and forces me to swallow the grief, while their tears merge with the rain, I remain untouched.

Never felt lonely, especially

Then again, covered in a blanket,

I write poems and the moon from my window,

suddenly feels too far away,

I raise my hands up in the air and try to imagine a rope,

One that can take me to the moon.

The bedsheet underneath my body slowly and slowly swallowing me,

My hands in the air, for the night,

Maybe they won't ask for oxygen,

But they don't know they won't be held.

Actually I don't feel scared or frightened,

That's a petty thing, as I never feel insecure and ugly.

Just whenever I close the door,

And my room iterates the unearthly quietness,

My body doesn't seem to catch motion,

Like an omnipotence's mockery,

My mouth doesn't seem to open up,

Everything remains defrosted,

But my consciousness burns.

It creates its own pandemonium.

And then someone shows me the mirror,

Shows me whatever I never want to see.

But I'm not supposed to close my eyes,

I don't have the power.

Wholeheartedly, I never feel grief,

But as I let them go, I cut the pieces off my soul.

And I was never told,

cutting your soul inch by inch would make you bleed a lot more than just cutting your body parts off.

Never shown how they can make you strip your skin, flesh and bones down in the lake of fire.

And you'll never get them back.

I've never been a Phoenix,

I never died, but I haunt me,

I dwell on memories that no longer exist.

I've never been a human,

Though a human lives inside my rib cage,

Though I've stopped singing,

It doesn't seem to cease its humming.

You can destroy my existence,

I can destroy my existence,

What would you do with the one who lives inside?

Would you poison the invisible?

✒mystica

[canonrpfinder]

25+ looking for 21+ for a discord one piece rp. please have your age in your bio because I will not reach out if you don’t.

I’m looking for a more slice of life, romantic, canon divergent or au rp for these ships: zoro x sanji ; law x luffy ; franky x robin. out of all the characters, i can play all of them except robin mainly bc im very partial to writing franky! **Frobin writers pls hmu fr i beg im such in brainrot with them

rp themes can include: saboady arc canon divergence ; western au ; mythology au ; celebrity x bodyguard au ; or my favorite: the passion fruit canon divergent idea where they get trapped on an island and eat “passion fruit” 😏 if you get my drift

I am okay with smut and definitely want to write it, but I want a plot with it too. React and I’ll reach out!!

✒

[celestialsun888]

Home for the Holidays.

@celestialsun888

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Pairing: Johnny ‘Soap’ Mactavish x Gn!Reader

Genre: Festive Fluff!!

Word Count: 745

Synopsis: Soap surprises you after saying he might not make it home for Christmas. 

★ TW: ANGST. Established relationship w/ him. Ends sweet :)

✒ Authors Note: This is my first writing for Soap! Please lemme know if you like it, still trying to feel out writing for him! ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

As you pried your eyes open to stare at the blank ceiling above, you felt emptiness settle into your chest. Pulling yourself over on your side, a solemn sigh broke from your lips. A blank space and untouched pillows sit against the headboard, reminding you of your isolation.

“Johnny,” you mutter to yourself. It had been months since you’ve seen him: brief, scattered calls throughout the separation, offering little to no solace for your mind. You just wanted him to be here with you, to fill in all the empty spaces that he once occupied. Tears began to stream down your cheek and the tip of your nose, burning little drops of frustration into your pillow. 

Sniffling, you sit up as his shirt draped over you, the closest thing to having him with you. You missed his light eyes falling upon you as he would voice silly stories to you that made you laugh. His humor being one of the things you loved most about him; his thick Scottish accent adding to his amusing antics. His dark lashes fluttering as he would close his eyes tight when he laughed. The tranquil mornings when his dark brown hair scattered messily around his head as he peeked open his eyes bright and early. Gesturing a beloved smile to you as an unspoken good morning. You just wanted it all back, back to normal. 

A few days prior you had spoken with him over the phone which was brief and forward as always. His despondent tone articulating how he might not make it home to spend the holidays with you and the mission was dragging out longer than expected. You knew it came with the territory of having a partner in the special forces but it still crushed you. With the call being cut short, abrupt and hasty ‘i love you’s’ trailing off until the call was disconnected, you shed bitter and woeful tears. All you wanted was him, holding you. It didn’t matter about gifts or presents: just his presence. 

You pulled yourself out of bed as best you could, dreading to start your day. 

Merry Christmas to me. 

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The day lagged on, spiritless, as you sat with your family and friends. Mustering up little conversation, waiting for time to pass. People came and went from your home until the late evening as the final guests left your place. Cleaning up plates, leftover drinks and the wrapping paper pieces that littered your floor, finally, being thankful the day was over. You sat on your couch sipping wine lazily, the living room adorned with the festive spirit you lacked; the full moon shined in the clear dark sky through your glass balcony door. 

You check your phone. Zero missed calls. No new messages.

Surely he would have called you by now, wishing you happy holidays, saying how he missed being with you, but alas, nothing. He might be busy? Maybe tying things off with his mission? Your mind tried its best to rationalize his lack of communication. Drifting off in anxious thoughts, sleep washed over you until you heavy eyelids shut.

A firm knock at the door alerted you from your sleep, causing the blanket that covered you to fall to the floor. You inched your way to the apartment door, tippy toes quietly pacing. As you unlocked the door you were greeted by a familiar face.

Johnny.

"Did ya' miss me?" His deep husky voice stifling your breath. His arms leaving not another second to be empty as he pulls you into him. Fully wrapping you in a tight grip, making you stiff in his embrace. His duffle lying on the ground beside him.

“Surprise,” He affirms gently into your neck. “Merry Christmas, my love!” His wholesomely excited words solicit tears to fall from your burning eyes. Your arms reciprocate his unyielding grip on you, pulling as hard as you can, his body into yours. His uniform coarse against your body, still holding a faint scent of battle. His hands tracing along you, re-familiarizing himself with your body, jogging his memory of every piece of you. Melting into you as he brushed along your frame. 

"I thought you weren't coming home!” you confess through a quivering inflection. “I've missed you so much.” His hold on you slightly tightening as you spoke.

“I’ve missed you more. I'm glad to be home.” His lips finding yours, deep breaths escape both of you, sparks of intimacy sweeping through each kiss. With that you lead him into your apartment, allowing every worry and stress to dissipate. You were going to make the most of the time you had with him, thankful he was home. 

[ambrosia-divine]

❝𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞, 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐥.❠ - 𝘝𝘪𝘦𝘸 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘰?

[ File opened. ]

Name ; ambrosia

Byname ; divine

Pronouns ; they/them

MBTI ; infp

Enneagram ; 4w5

Age ; 19

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✒ ; This user does not write very often but rather observes the work of others and cheers them on from the sidelines. They will share their thoughts with others if they deem fit, though this does not occur regularly.

🗨 ; Topics that interest them are the following: Genshin Impact, Honkai Star Rail, Your Turn to Die, Project Sekai and Demon Slayer

🗒 - Do be informed that the order these subjects take shows how frequently this user finds themself enjoying these pieces of media.

✉ ; If and when this user decides to voice their ideas, they will do so by using the tag '#𓆩⟡𓆪 keepers key'. If they simply want to say a few words about a certain topic, they will utilize the '#𓆩⟡𓆪 keepers lock' tag.

𝘌𝘹𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘰?

┏━✦━┓ ┏━✦━┓

ㅤ Yes.‎ㅤ‎ㅤ‎ㅤㅤNo.

┗━✦━┛ ┗━✦━┛

Option Yes was selected.

❝𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐰𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧, 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮.❠

[sorikkung]

I posted 8,689 times in 2022

That's 6,695 more posts than 2021!

338 posts created (4%)

8,351 posts reblogged (96%)

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I tagged 4,559 of my posts in 2022

Only 48% of my posts had no tags

#fic recs - 179 posts

#read later - 79 posts

#mischiefing time - 65 posts

#diverseinsertsknet - 35 posts

#stray kids x reader - 33 posts

#male reader - 33 posts

#poly stray kids - 32 posts

#bang chan x reader - 32 posts

#ateez x reader - 31 posts

#tomorrow x together x reader - 30 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#god i am enjoying writing ateez way too much in whats supposed to be a txt centric au 😭😭😭 they were meant to be side characters but 😭😭

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

good boy gone bad | 3: yeonjun does not hesitate, taehyun hates his friends, beomgyu narrowly avoids getting knifed in his sleep

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a/n: i heard somewhere taehyun throwing knives in the txt dorms is canon. i ran with it.

EDIT: i forgot an entire conversation that was meant to take place w felix in dms before this part, if you haven't read it already please go back and read it thanks sorry 🙏

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#4

good boy gone bad | intros

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#3

what goes on in neverland. ⇝ ch. 1: rivalry, a bitter past, and a whole lot to prove

word count: 17.4k

pairings: transmasc!reader x eric, reader x chan, reader x felix, eric x felix, wooyoung x mingi, minho x changbin, chan x felix (see masterlist for full series pairings)

genre: fluff, smut and lots of assorted shenanigans. hijinks, if you will

au: battle of the bands!au but make it gay and horny

warnings: (another) m/m/afab threesome, switch!reader, switch!felix, (physical and mental) power struggle, improvised handcuffs, mild exhibitionism, brief choking, unprotected sex, cumplay, anal (m recieving)

a/n: this only took way too long uh whoops?? apologies LOL anyway dont mind the sudden switch of past tense to present tense, the rest of the series will be present tense from now on, only the prologue is past tense cause its the prologue. hope that isnt too confusing LOL

please reblog and leave feedback if you enjoyed, it's what keeps us writers going :')

tags: @mingirn, @absentcaryatid, @honeybyunnies (apologies if you didn't wanna be tagged just lmk and i'll take you off the taglist!)

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#2

♕ of princes and princesses ♕ | s.mg, j.yh

✒ pairing: princess!song mingi x trans!prince!reader x prince!jeong yunho

✒ wc: 16.7k

✒ genre: royalty au, angst, romance, smut, heavy on the themes of queerness and identity

✒ summary:

"Only princesses like princes," you were all told. Mingi figured that must make him a princess, because he knows he loves the Crown Prince of Choeya, Jeong Yunho.

"You're a princess," you've been told, but you know you're a prince - and if it takes recruiting the estranged princess of Reuji to help you prove that point on your last stand, so be it.

Yunho is throwing a gala between the three kingdoms to forge alliances, and has no idea just how successful he will be.

✒ warnings! blatant transphobia and homophobia, verbal and emotional parental abuse, implied dysphoria, smut, anal (m. receiving), mirror sex, first times (mingi is a virgin), both of them have stupidly huge cocks, unprotected sex bc this is medieval times did they even have condoms? usage of the title "sir"

✒ a/n: this piece is very, very, very important to me, so i really hope you'll give it a shot! i especially invite cis readers to give it a chance to boost more marginalised identities within the reader insert community, to help even one other queer person out there feel more seen and normal. any reblogs or feedback would mean the world to me <3

as this fic is about queerness and acceptance, i will happily rewrite it for other queer identities upon request, whether that be trans woman, nonbinary, or any other shade of queerness, so just let me know!

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My #1 post of 2022

good boy gone bad | txt, skz & atz social media au [m.list]

genre: fluff, comedy, a pinch of angst but mostly just lots of pining, polyamory, suggestive content but (probably) no actual smut

au: non-idol au, fake dating au, bad boy makeover au

What's more outrageous to a conservative family than one bad boy rebel boyfriend? Five of them. Hell, why stop there? Sick of pining over your childhood bestfriends and wanting to stick it to your old folks, you decide its time to find as many fake boyfriends as you can to bring along to your sister's wedding. If they're too good on their own, that's fine - you can make them a whole lot worse.

a/n: if you enjoy this, please do reblog and/or give any feedback or reactions you might have! it makes a writer's day and keeps us writing :)

intros

1. two nerd best friends

2. felix is just, a really good friend :)

3. yeonjun does not hesitate, taehyun hates his friends, beomgyu narrowly avoids getting knifed in his sleep

4. hyuka isn't the best at keeping secrets - even his own.

5. y/n has bitches?!

6. felix lee joins the party!

7. bad boy makeover step one: fit check!

8. step two, taking "be gay, do crime" to a whole new level

9. call that the y/n effect!

10. realisations yet to be had

11. other side of the coin

12. one day. for now, welcome to superhell

13. taehyun remembers things and felix is a natural blonde

1. bickering like boyfriends already

15. thirst trapped in the gc

16. mutual blackmail.

17. just bros being bros (dancing gay little circles around each other)

intros [ii]

18. gay update: getting gayer

19. hongjoong likers club

20. intervention, interrogation, indirection

21. a queer indie production film. totally.

22. prove it.

23. for you.

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ALL ABOUT ME: (i feel like im back in elementary school as i type this lmao) My name's MJ (she/her), I'm 17, and I've been writing my first wip for maybe three years (idk—i'm horrible with time)! I've always loved getting sucked into ludicrous and enchanting worlds; I'm an expert at being in a room, but lost in an entirely different world I'd created in my mind. Writing has always called out to me, but I've ignored it in the past. But now it's my greatest achievement in life!

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ALL ABOUT MY WIP NO. 1: My first ever original wip, TBOY (i'm withholding the full name, because i like surprising people) follows Mayleen and Flynn, who face challenge after challenge in a new world, Mydrae. Both full of indescribable confusion at their puzzling feelings for each other, they hate to find themselves stuck together when an archaic threat haunts the fragile peace Mydrae's fought for the last 213 years.

As an Earth-Dweller who believes his fate lies with betraying Mayleen, Mydrae's Fated Queen, Flynn struggles with the war between his head and heart; to earn favour with his cruel father, he must kill the only person who'd ever seen his bare soul and loved him despite its pitiful intricacies. To follow his heart? He'll have to face those years behind him: the terror that's sunk its claws deep into him despite his hopes of outrunning it.

Mayleen knows where her fate lies—it's all she's heard for the last year. Ever since she became the Merislle, the Queen prophesied with the creation of her home after the Great War, she's bombarded with responsibilities and challenges—both never-ending and resulting in inescapable hurt. She knows she can't go on like this for long, but how can she reach her breaking point when the trials haven't even begun?

Mayleen and Flynn do all they can to stop history from repeating itself. But when Fate calls for sacrifice, who are they to brush it aside?

They're both beyond reason, never allowing people to get close to them. But when you're made for each other, you can't win those wars you swore you'd never fight in.

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ALL ABOUT MY PROCESS: I've struggled to stick to goals and edit my wip(s) forever. I've been doing this for a semi-long time, and I'm not sure how to hone in on my writing. I have an idea of what to improve on, but I'm not 100% certain. I'd love for someone to talk to and help with their roadblocks as well!

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My goal is to use this blog as a way to create connections and share pieces of my story to accumulate a few followers and friends to help me make my way up in the writing world! :.)

can't remember who gave me this idea, but if you see someone else doing something like this, tag them or something (i have no idea how tumblr works LMAO)

also plss forgive how rushed this is, i'm actually tired out of my mind rn and need to take a nap HAHAHAHA

my tiktok/insta: octohip

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Okay but a love triangle with you and Issei and Takahiro.

You met them both in college during general core courses and have been tight with them ever since.

Even if the three of you had vastly different studies, you never failed to make time for one another at least once a week or every other week.

So it makes sense that you keep in touch with them after graduation, even if weekly meetings drop to once a month (or less as careers take you in separate directions).

Which makes the crush you have on Issei so much harder to lose because seeing him again after a bit of an absence is like feeling the warmth of the sun after a month in the cool shade of the moon.

Meanwhile, Takahiro feels the same about you. The fact that he's a freelance worker allows him a little more leniency to visit with you more frequently, but that doesn't change the fact that you steal his breath away each time he gets to see you smile.

And Issei's not blind to this. He's been in love with his best friend since high school and knows how Takahiro looks at you because it's the way he looks at Takahiro. He figures out how you feel about him, but that only makes things worse.

One summer night, Issei has to leave you two because he has work the following day when you two have time off. It's a knife to the chest, seeing the small amounts of gratitude in Takahiro's eyes, the little hope. You help twist it with the tiny pout that forms, the soft "please" that you won't verbalize because you both know the answer.

But it's not as though you're not close with Takahiro, not like the night's a bust because your third is leaving. So you stay with Takahiro and continue drinking and playing games. One thing leads to another and you aren't entirely sure how it happens, but you're kissing Takahiro and he's asking you if you're sure that you want this, want him, and you nod even if you both know that drunken consent, no matter how enthusiastic, is hardly consent at all.

You wake up feeling this odd kind of fuzzy, almost like you're happy? Or loved? Until you remember what happened last night. You don't regret the choice you made, but you feel as though you betrayed someone you're not even with. You feel as though you used Takahiro because you couldn't have who you wanted. However, Takahiro feels like he's finally on the cusp of having everything he wants until he sees your expression. And he finally understands the situation you three are in.

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