#✒️ anon

[pe0ple3ater]

uh… more etoiles!

i’ve been mulling on this for a while, but remember in purgatory, when the teams drew for members? imagine etoiles wrapped in chains, the french beast taken down. so many islanders would find it utterly erotic…

and then imagine pac, surveying the options, pausing in front of etoiles. there’s a chain around his neck that pac would tug on, smiling sloooowly… the power rush and ideas he would get…

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Okay I need to explain before you read this, I got carried away with the idea of some of my fav ships in this scenario. So it turned into this idea from Pac, Roier, and Phil's povs...hope you enjoy anyway

Roier: Etoiles is the only one of them chained, because he’s their leader and dangerous. Roier is the first at his side, tugging uselessly at the chains. He watches how they tighten around Etoiles when he pulls, and the sight of the imprints they leave makes heat flare in his stomach. He stands by his side and snarls at anyone who gets too close like a wild animal, though he can’t help but eye the way Etoiles legs are forced to be spread just a little, and he can’t deny how good a collar looks around his throat. He stands closer and sees the hunger in some of the Islanders eyes. He understands them, Etoiles looks fucking phenomenal tied down in chains. The binds cross his chest and highlight his pecs. The leaders of the red and blue teams are given some time to look over green team before they're forced to make their picks.

Pac: he likes having Etoiles tied down when they sleep together so this is just flooding his mind with similar images. The chains look really nice on him, and his muscles flex and strain with every tug. The wild anger in his eyes is sexy, Pac wishes Etoiles was a cruel man sometimes, so that he’d really rip Pac apart. When they get to go closer to them all, Pac grabs at the chain around his neck and the way Etoiles’ barely bites back a growl has Pac getting a little hot under the collar. He places his hand on Etoiles thigh, and notes the way Roier bristles at his side, and slides it up just a bit. He tugs again on the chain connected to his neck and Etoiles breath hitches, eyes losing some of that anger "I hope you end up on my team" he'd mumble, and then walk away to go check on Fit.

Phil: he’s obsessed with the sight. Etoiles is fighting against the chain and snarling like an animal and Phil feels bad for him but also it’s incredibly erotic to see how much it takes to keep him down, not to mention the sounds he’s making are animalistic and do something to Phil’s head. When he walks over to see him closer, Etoiles whines at him and tells Phil he’s sorry, he didn’t want to fail. Phil tells him that Etoiles will be able to make it up to him, not to worry. He tugs lightly on the chains and coos softly at the way Etoiles arches to try and get Phil to touch him. Phil runs his hand up Etoiles calf and feels the twitch of his muscle under his hand. Etoiles strains against the chains and Phil feels heat curl in his stomach. He'll have to get Etoiles on his team and held down in chains, soon. It'd be a good way to remind Etoiles who owns him after he killed him the first day, Phil thinks Etoiles could use the reminder.

[jameson-hawthorne]

(Hey, its the anon who asked about a black diamond- it's like a snowbaording/sking difficulty level, and I'm like 48% sure it was mentioned in tbh?? Or maybe I heard the term somewhere and automatically associated it w Jameson, I'm sorry😭😭😭)

What do you think would be a good first date? Asking for myself. I'm not sure where to go w this guy I'm talking to

-✒️ anon

(from now on. Bc I could just do regular, but my anxiety says no<3)

(// oooh ok idk maybe im js stupid and forgot lmao)

hmm honestly one of avery's and i's first date was just getting some food and sitting in the park talking. it was quiet nice just spending time together

[1-upboys]

YESYESYESYESYES PLEASE!

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[anonauthorsworkshop]

✒️Anon is back! I love basically being a Wikipedia God, But may I make a little spin on my version go MC?

-basically, the readers is detached from the world but, pretty much use all this information to their advantage. Since they can't go home, and they're stuck in this hell hole? Why not fuck everything up? They can't die anyway! They're literally Kenny from south park. And I'm just imagining readers using rumours too, and everyone thinks they're telling the truth because we'll they’re a walking Wikipedia now and they just blurt out some random stuff for chaos

“You know one of the staff is Screwing an SCP right?”

“Re-WAIT WHAT?!”

LMAO and welcome back!!

[alexander-hamilton-2022]

✨ THE ONE AND ONLY ✨

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Where were you?

[casinoroyale]

[ooc: Y'all's writing is the reason I got back into writing poetry after ages of not picking up a pen, you inspired me a ton and I wanna thank you all so very very much for that from the bottom of my heart. Getting notifs for these blogs always got me to brighten up, and my friends can confirm how often I'd share a post from this 'verse in discord and just start Yelling (using blogs! And the themes and icons and layouts! As storytelling! To convey a characters mental state!!!! Its such a fantastic use of the medium and i have and will rave about it for hours!). Those notifs, those posts, got me through days at work that seemed to last forever, and got me to frantically scribble down lines of poetry between customers. Y'all told an amazing story that gave me such a sense of warmth and passion, thank you so much for that. You did an amazing thing with this, and had a more profound affect than you probably realise. Thank you, and safe travels wherever you're headed next. I know it'll be grand. -✒️]

:""") !! yeah holy shit you've been around for a very long time. i always loved the poetry and the asks you'd send to this blog. thank you so much for your involvement and we're really happy that what we did here made your days easier. tbh we spent a not insignificant amount of time rping on the clock so we get that LOL. it's good to know that the warmth and passion we had for this blog shined through. means a lot

[tmntxthings]

Hello, hello! It's nice to meet you, Grace! I just would like to say, thank you for all your hard work of all your magnificent fan-fictions of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles franchise!

They are truly a blessing to read, I wish I could write like you, you're such an inspiration and idol to me, like Marlowe! You both write so magically. Sending lots of motivation and love! ♡♡♡

— ✒️ Anonymous

awwhhhhh nice to meet you too ✒️ anon, your words are a great encouragement to me!!! <3 and I must say, Marlowe is much more magical than I, the vocabulary use 🤌 the structure, THE PLOT, they are amazingggg so so glad you enjoy not only my work but theirs as well, they deserve the absolute world ❤️

[pe0ple3ater]

please write melissa/etoiles sounding if you want to because that sounds (pun intended) DELICIOUS.

the way you wrote melissa domming him… oh it’s so perfect. i simply adore etoiles content.

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YESS sounding...sounding Etoiles specifically. My dream. Okay, this is not the best but I've been thinking about this since it was requested. Here you go!

They've done this a few times, so Etoiles is utterly relaxed in the seat he's tied in. Despite the red ropes around him, he squirms in anticipation. He's wanted to do this forever and been patient and good enough to indulge.

"Miss, I am going to die if we do not start soon," Etoiles whines, typically not one to speak out of turn, especially with Melissa. Still, he's so eager that the buzzing anticipation under his skin is starting to make him restless and uncomfortable. Melissa hums and looks at him, cooing and letting her eyes drag over his body.

Etoiles tries not to preen at the attention. His hands are tied behind him to keep them out of the way, and his legs are tied to the legs of the chair to keep him still. He's entirely naked other than the collar around his neck, bright red leather, the one he uses for Roier and Melissa. He breathes slowly and straightens his back, looking up at her with big eyes.

Melissa laughs at him and pats his cheek gently, cupping his face and smiling when he leans into her touch. He turns his head to kiss her palm, and she moves her hand back to scratch at his scalp.

"Be patient, perrito. I'm almost ready." Melissa says and kisses his cheek; Etoiles' face burns, and he nods. He forces himself to relax, laying his head over the seat's backrest and closing his eyes. He focuses on breathing and the feeling of rope around his wrists to satiate himself.

Melissa's hand wraps around his cock, and Etoiles hums, lifting his head and looking at her. Melissa smiles and drags her hand up his dick slowly, and Etoiles' breath catches. He fights to stay still, pulling at the rope around his wrists and feeling it dig into his skin.

"Good boy, stay still for me. I'm going to start," She says, reaching to the side table to pick up a thin metal rod. Just looking at it has Etoiles whining and shivering, body feeling like it's on fire from the anticipation. "We'll start small, okay, perrito? So you can get used to it; if you're good, we'll go bigger," she explains, and Etoiles is so thankful for her gentle reassurance. As much as he's excited, the thought of a metal rod in his dick is enough to put even the bravest men off a bit. Etoiles nods and takes a deep breath, shaking his nerves off and relaxing into the seat. He trusts Melissa; she's the perfect blend of cruelty and kindness for Etoiles—a push and pull between pain and pleasure, just like Etoiles needs.

The sound is drenched in lube, and Melissa pours more over his dick to make sure. She presses the tip of the rod to his slit and looks up at him, gazes soft "You're positive?" she questions, and Etoiles nods again, swallowing hard.

"Yes, please," he whispers, voice already a little hoarse and breaking. Melissa nods and slowly presses the sound into his urethra. Etoiles' jaw clenches at the feeling. The stretch hurts, but the feeling of the rob inside of him feels like nothing he's ever experienced before. Melissa is staring at him, watching his reactions closely to make sure he's okay. Etoiles pants, and once the sound is as deep as it can be, Melissa wraps the hand, not holding the sound does a long drag up and down his cock.

Etoiles gasps, hips twitching up just a little. It feels so good that he's dizzy, close to when Melissa forced him into a prostate orgasm, but still not the same. Melissa coos softly and pulls the sound out a little before fucking it back in. Etoiles groans and whines, nails digging into his palm.

"How's it feel?" Melissa questions, jerking Etoiles off slowly and smiling up at him. Etoiles' brain scrambles for the words to describe it. His eyes flutter, and he whimpers desperately. Melissa doesn't help, moving her hand faster and giggling at him.

"It's-" Etoiles gasps and throws his head back, the feeling washing over him so intense it takes his breath away "-good. So good, miss," he chokes out, voice high and whiny. Melissa smiles at him, and Etoiles shivers. He's so close, teetering on the edge. He whimpers and looks down at Melissa between his legs. His body curls into itself a bit. "Close," he whines, and Melissa coos.

"You're going to cum for me, perrito? Such a good boy, cum for me," she says softly, jerking him off quicker and smiling at the way he thrashes a bit, and his head falls back.

Etoiles' vision whites out, his back arches, and he chokes on his moans. He's shaking like crazy, and Melissa is still jerking him off, sending sharp spikes of overstimulation through Etoiles' body. He gasps and jerks, hips twitching up into her hand, broken whimpers leaving his throat.

It takes a second before Melissa finally decides he's had enough. She very slowly pulls the sound out of him, every inch making him groan in a delicious mix of pleasure-pain. She sets it aside gently and stands, looking down at Etoiles with a smile.

Etoiles falls asleep, satisfied and hazy.

Etoiles is dizzy. His ears are ringing. He closes his eyes and tries to catch his breath; vaguely he registers Melissa untying his hands and legs, cleaning him, and stepping away. Etoiles floats in post orgasm haze and allows Melissa to pour water down his throat and lead him to the couch. Melissa sits and pulls Etoiles to lay with his head on her lap. She pulls a blanket over him and runs her fingers through his hair. Etoiles' eyes close. He melts under her hands and shivers.

[songbird-sunrise]

[ooc: this thread killed my writers block so hard I swear I blinked and there was half a poem written already. These two are so precious to me I love them so much, your writing is *too good,* they live rent free in my mind now. I do not know how to express my love any better than poetry so here's basically an ode to a lil detail I noticed that wrecked me. (A little rushed but I am too !!! over them to do editing right now)]

There is a treasure in the palm of your hand small and golden

Unexpected as laughter

Leaving you breathless in the same giddy way

So small and yet it is too large a thing, this trust

Covered in soft feathers and warmth

Nestled against your beating heart

You cradle it close with careful hands

It is too precious for anything except gentleness

Trust is a small and golden and dizzying thing

/

There is a treasure in the palm of your hand small and golden

Unexpected as a skipped step on a staircase

It knocks your breath from your lungs the same way

And for something so small it feels so heavy

Still warm from another's nervous hands

Your heart beats loud against your sternum

As you hold trust in shaking hands

Trust is a small and golden and dizzying thing

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OOC: Oh ✒️ anon it's lovely to see you again! :DDD I'm honoured that our thread managed to ease your writer's block a bit!

Your poem was absolutely lovely as always <333 you've got such a good rhythm in your writing that it's always so easy to read and understand

It's good to have you back <333

-Wilbur

[yelenasdiary]

Hi! I am the BA lit student, if you still remember. So I just got home from college and... I wanna share something especially to you and to whoever requested that fic to you. So apparently we literally discussed The Sick Rose of Sir Blake.

What happened first was my prof literally just wrote the title of the poem at the board (yeah like every professor in every movie😒) and Sir Blake's name and she just went on, she did not ask if we're familiar with it or anything. After that she asked us what we interpreted with the title some said, "The Rose is Sick," correct, "The Sickness of Rose," nice point. And then here's the exciting part, she called one student per corner of our room (she used to do this especially with our finals)—that's 4 students (I was lucky I decided to sit in the middle row) she made them recite the poem and I quote, "Recite it with how you feel," she didn't let them analyze or at least read first before reciting it and most of my blockmates aren't familiar with this poem including the 4 students that were called (I think? Or maybe they do? Or it's just their interpretation didn't meet mine or different than mine? I think my understanding of the poem is way more better or correct? Yeah, because I am always right). They had the same sound, tone when they recited, it sounded very mournful, like they were experiencing grief, one of the students who recited it explained why he recited it that way and my professor was not convinced but she said that he had a point.

And the most exciting part...my prof started reciting the poem, SHE WAS MOANING EVERY WORDS!!!!!!😭😭😭😭 I WAS LITERALLY SQUIRMING AT MY SEAT!!! WE ALL ARE! We were literally flabbergasted, because the poem starts with the interjection 'Oh' right bsuebduwhshsuwh *freaking out* and her expression while reciting it. I tried my best not to moan with her🤡 not to mention that my professor is hot and is married😭 I know this is wrong but I am controlling myself dontchaworry...

So that's all, I just got back here and I saw something happened to you days ago I hope you're doing okay now. Don't mind that anonyshit okay, hon?

I'll take this emoji if this isn't taken yet✒️

No because if I were you, my mind would just be flashing back to the fic like?? Is this gonna turn dirty?? 😂😂

That emoji is not taken, it’s all yours 🥰

[anonauthorsworkshop]

✒️ anon here! Long time no type! Been a hectic last few months! But as I read the latest update the only thing think of is. WERE A GOD HERE. We know everything, about every SCP. The knowledge is stored in our brain and one hundred per cent with our newfound knowledge and our attitude wed totally use this to our advantage. When were no longer high and drunk, we could be as manipulative as 035 but hotter

”long time no type” LMAO i love everything about this

[lemony-snickers]

So good to see you back ^^ i missed your posts and writing on my dash immensely, you have no idea.

First & foremost tho, I'm glad you made it back at all. Shows me that there might be some way out of this. :)

Thanks for being a beacon of hope for me.

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oh, my fancy fountain pen, you put too much faith in me.

don't pin your hope on an too-impulsive, too-depressed, too-manic "beacon."

you are the only person you need to believe in. i know you'll make it back to writing and sharing when and if the time is right. <3

[alexander-hamilton-2022]

Did you know getting barebacked by a ginger is called getting ginger bread

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Pen? Is truly you?

[charofthestars]

Charlie. Charlie please. Please be smart.

✒

“ Don’t worry so much! I’m gonna be fine. ” He grins. “ It’s just a couple of drinks and maybe a little sleepover, then I’ll be right back to the usual. It’s not a wedding or anything, just a quick fling. ”

[casinoroyale]

This is not the first time he has held your trust in his hands

Small and golden

This is not the first time your heart has stuttered around her, turned traitor and stalled at the sight of her

The last time was shocking, terrifying

Stopping your heart in its tracks with fear

Until you realised those hands held you gently

Settling you despite your surprise

It is harder, almost, to offer it now with intention

To hold out a hand with a small golden thing

And ask him to hold it

Your heart twists with worry within the cage of your ribs and still

You ask her to hold it

Trusting those hands will hold it again with care

It is terrifying, trusting

(But you do)

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:''')

[pe0ple3ater]

hhrghh. foolish/quackity size difference? partially inspired by the stream, but also…

foolish is tired of waiting for vegetta and ready ro move on. quackity is desperate for literally anyone. i think foolish would rail him to hell and back… their size difference would simply be insane, too. height? musculature? it’s beautiful. let him manhandle that duck!

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I love a size difference pairing btw. Especially since Quackity is so achingly desperate, I think Foolish would be mean about it. Not a full drabble but a rant

See, Quackity just wants anyone. He's so so tired of his poor right hand and his imagination. He wants someone to want him, no matter who it is or how they want him.

Foolish is also tired, see he loves Vegetta with all his heart but the man has been away for so long that Foolish is starting to forget how the shape of his hands felt gripping Foolish's waist.

Bottom line is, Foolish and Quackity are both frustrated.

They'd run into each other accidently, and the way Quackity would look up at Foolish with so much heat and need behind his eyes would make Foolish absolutely have to do something about it. He's grab Quackity, on hand able to wrap fully around his bicep, and drag him to town of Fobo. Quackity would go weak in the knees instantly when Foolish starts to manhandle him, because Foolish is two heads taller than him and about double Quackity's body weight of muscle.

Foolish would be mean about it, uncaring about Quackity's clothes, he's push him against the wall and leave mean bitemarks all over his shoulders and neck. Quackity would whine and squirm and Foolish would put a stop to that with just one big hand gripping his waist.

When Quackity feels the shape of Foolish's cocks grind against him, the size of them makes him swallow the saliva filling his mouth. He'll be in for a long night, but Foolish is gonna take good care of him.