#🧵 — writing

[softpawpup]

— playing pretend vampire

drinking lots of red drinks. mostly juice!! and then when you get hungry again prowling after your caregiver and biting them when they least expect it (they totally knew you were there the whole time). hanging upside on the couch or bed (not for too long). wearing a cloak and flapping your wings while you fly around the house. waiting till night to go out into the yard and chase bugs and look at the stars. eat lots of meat and red foods, fill your tummy with yummy delicious things. wearing dark clothes to blend in with the shadows. grumbling when its bedtime how you dont need to sleep at night as your caregiver carries you to bed and lays you down. they tuck you in and kiss your head and promise they’ll be there to open your coffin tomorrow.

[phoenixtakaramono]

The Premise of this Threadfic: Homelander suckles on Billy Butcher’s d!ck until the stress and white noise in his evil blond head is gone. That’s it. That’s the plot.

CW: ⚠️🔞, some surface level Homelander whump because I think he deserves a lil pampering after the new episode. Vaguely inspired by The Boys 04x04 and Butcher’s gorgeous manly tatas

(You can read the rest of it here!)

If you don’t have a Twitter account, screenshots are provided below the line break so you can read this update on Tumblr as well:

A/N - I can't believe this threadfic has its own behind-the-scenes backstory, but the first 25 tweets of how this threadfic initially started had been very different from what you see in this version. It was full of poignant lore and future S4 speculation, a dive into HL's psyche regarding his traumatic upbringing, and commentary about Compound V causing madness and tragedy to tie into what'll happen to Hugh Sr, ect.… It’d been saved in my Drafts; I’d been ready to click “Post All” after I found the perfect GIFs for the starter tweet. But then I'd accidentally pressed "DELETE" instead of "Save”—and all that work, vanished. Banished to the ether. RIP to what could've been. 🥲 I wasn't about to retype all that in my second attempt so I ended up simplifying it. And that's how we arrived here. :) Hope y'all enjoyed regardless! <3

[siriusfelis]

Doodles of a wings of fire au I was thinking up with my gf. Little known fact abt me I was a huuuuge dragon kid and I love dragons very much

I intend to make an original dragon au for dunmesh separate from WoF anyway.

[transpanda-1]

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[perplexingluciddreams]

i did sewing today!

the inside lining of a hood for my onesie. altering the hood to make bigger. piecing fabric together to make a bigger hood. this will mean i can sleep wearing onesie (i need hood up to sleep). also it was much too small before.

i based it on the huge hood of my favourite octopus hoodie! (i wear it right now). i lay it out on the floor and lay my fabric scraps out on top and draw lines for the shape i need to extend the original hood pieces into a bigger size. then did the same for the other side.

different project to the Marmalade dress mending! onesie idea popped into my head because it is so cold weather here in Scotland now! and i was daydreaming about warmer clothes and i thought of onesie. then remembered it is disassembled so i can't wear it yet!

the hood is currently unattached from the onesie. and the lining and outside hood are not connected yet.

i finished the lining together today. i had to piece different bits of fabric together for that too - i did the same shapes as the main hood, but i had to do extra piecing together for the lining because i had only smaller scraps of the thinner fabric.

last time, some of the seams mum sewed on the sewing machine. i drew lines and put pins or clips and asked her to sew along. (mum offered help that time, i wouldn't remember it is an option unless she offers every time!).

this time today i did some seams by hand. i do very tiny neat row stitches.

i also want to alter a few other things on onesie to make it better sensory and better fit. not sure how yet.

it is difficult to initiate or start. for many tasks this is impossible for me. or most often i need a lot of help and prompting.

today i got lucky! and partly it is possible because i have done the steps before. so i have the memories to follow for the steps, not have to make it up in my head on my own (which i can't do).

but still takes a lot of hard work and effort! to even get to a point of being set up to start sewing, i feel proud of myself that i did it.

sewing is also very hard work for my body. my heartrate got to 130 several times today. my hypotonic muscles struggle.

i have to do a bit, then flop, then do a bit, then flop.

i watched 24 hours in A&E to help as distraction so i wouldn't go full blown hyperfocus... which happened anyway. can't help it. but i really tried to pace myself! (i used to watch 24 hours in A&E when mum had it on the TV when i off school poorly).

also to get my muscles have enough tension to even do sewing, i end up unintentionally tensing whole body. and i contort into awful positions with attempt to create support for parts of my body (like elbows) so i can use other parts of body (like hands). it hurts a lot.

i twine my legs together and squeeze, i dig my elbows into my sides - or in this case, the duvet that i deliberately folded to create more support. i also hunch my neck forward to see better, even with glasses and lamp.

because i am so floppy i can't hold myself upright to sit up properly. so in bed i am propped up on pillows and i slide down so i am closer to lying down than sitting up. and that means when i hunch my neck and shoulders forwards (to see and to help use stabilise elbows and use hands), my chin is touching or almost touching my chest.

ouch! i am sore now and i will be sore tomorrow. and tired (but always tired 🤷🏻‍♂️).

but worth it. i am happy and proud of sewing.

i want to share pictures but i might have to wait until i finish. there is much more to be done still.

[casualbystander98]

how should I play with myself tonight, Sir? I’d really appreciate your input! — 🧵

grind on something! like a pillow or comforter or something like that. grinding is so embarrassing, which makes it more fun for me

[septimusmoonlight]

Anonymous: imagine being like,,, a sentient sex doll. a pretty one, not one of the goofy creepy ones. a pretty little doll no bigger than maybe 30cm tall, but your owner is this huge guy that loves dressing you and using you to de-stress by shoving his cock into your silicone-insert tummy. maybe he even gets too rough and splits it open, only to have new ones ready to install...

Ooh, this one is creative! Being a pretty little plaything for someone so much bigger than me… You probably had a sentience in mind reminiscent of being trapped in a doll’s body, but I like the idea that there’s an option for sentient, responsive dolls specifically so that they can be toyed with and played with more than a normal doll ever could. It would just be cute if they were fully advertised with their moans and whines, their begging, even their screaming and tears.

Maybe my owner shelled out for a sentient doll specifically so that he could make it whine and whimper. He knows that he’s a big guy, so he figured it’d be easy enough to dominate something as small and weak as me. He’s right, of course - sentience be damned, I was still made to be a doll, so I’m powerless to resist my owner. The first time he lays his cock atop my body to show off just how much he can stuff me full, I’m terrified, but unable to resist as he slowly, slowly fucks me open, breaking me in over a period of days to mold my silicone body to the right shape.

After that, he gets rougher. The bulge of his cock in my abdomen is uncomfortable, but not so uncomfortable that I can’t take it. I was designed to take it, after all. I was designed to take his cock at all times, however he wants me to take it. I have to obey him when he impales me and commands that I stroke his cock through my silicone skin. I have to. My sentience fights against my purpose, arguing for free will instead of my design, but the manufacturing process wins as I have dozens of toy orgasms around a cock too big for me.

A particularly stressful day puts him in a bad mood, and he takes longer to return home from work than usual. When he does, however, he slaps a box of replacement abdominal components on his desk and then dangles me in front of them. It takes me a second to realize that, if he has the parts, he’s probably going to need them. If I were human, I would be crying in earnest, but instead I sob in a quiet simulation of resignation as he positions his cock at my entrance.

He jerks me up and down roughly, faster than he’s ever used me before. The bulge in my middle is more prominent than ever, and I scream, sensing that something inside of me will break. Much like humans, I’m programmed to know when something is wrong. I don’t have a traditional pain response, but my diagnostics system treats things like they’re painful, in a way. I just know that he’s stretching me too thin, using me too rough, pushing me to my limits, and I sob, asking him to stop, begging him to slow down. If anything, that just makes him more aggressive.

With the rip of silicone, he finally bursts through my rubber belly, and I scream. He doesn’t stop, his cock thrusting through the open hole he’s made, and he just jerks me up and down even harder. He commands me to hug his cock, to wrap my arms around it, and I can only obey, making something tight for him to thrust into as I sob for breath that I don’t even need. He keeps using me until he reaches his breaking point, and only then does he pull out and jack off to completion, cumming into my toy body cavity.

After he’s recovered from breaking me, he finally gives me the mercy of replacing my damaged silicone insert. He’s not gentle about it, not at all, and makes sure that I know he’s keeping the damaged one around - just in case he wants to really treat me rough again.

He also reminds me, with a grin, that he has enough replacement components to repeat this fun little trick with almost any of my body parts.

[thefabelmans2022]

what's with the weird neurodivergent superiority complex going on recently. that makes me uncomfortable.

[enchantedchocolatebars]

Headcanon: I think it would be really cute and dorky if Teen Philip somehow learned to sew. 🪡🧵

Like, imagine Teen Caleb taking a handful of his overalls that he ripped over to him and Philip goes, "Again?😑" and Caleb just nods and replies, "Again.😅"

And like, Teen Philip sighs before saying, "Hand them over." and gets to work on sewing them.

He's got A LOT to repair.

Caleb likes to watch and compliment him on his craftsmanship.🙂

Also, 0:00 to 0:17 of this fan video is sew SO right Beardo Philip would sew SO use his sewing skills for evil (he's making his Belos dress cape).

[schattenwerfenkeineschatten]

@scrivellc continued from x

❛  you hit me!  ❜

He had barely registered what he'd done, the motion all too familiar that it was practically a reflex. She'd said something, kept pushing a very particular button, and before he could tell himself not to, remind himself that he was trying to be better...Orin quickly pulled his hand back, pressing it into his chest as he stared at Laelia. There was already a red mark blooming where his hand had made contact with her cheek, and even now there was still something so very satisfying about seeing a physical mark he'd made on someone. Even if he hadn't meant to, even if he realized he shouldn't have. The smart thing would have been to apologize, to explain that he hadn't meant to lose control like that, but Orin was never the type of person to make the smartest choice. He took as deep a breath as he could, but it was obviously shaky, adrenaline making him feel a bit lightheaded. "Yeah, I did, didnt I," he replied, brows knitting together. That was such a lame response, and he hated how perplexed he sounded. This wasn't a surprise to him! He knew how he was, but...he'd been doing so much better, and he liked Laelia so much. Why couldn't he keep his shit together? "I can't say I didn't mean to, but that was a dumbass thing for me to do..."

Her own voice, barely rising above a whisper, felt more jarring than the slap echoing through her skull. God, did she really sound so pathetic? Her mind, if she had one to begin with, couldn't have been all there. Why else would she say something so stupid?

How many times had she been through this song and dance now? And she still couldn't think of anything better to say? What a fucking clown.

She had no right to be surprised. She had seen it coming, edged him on. Was it any wonder she kept getting burnt when she was always playing with fire?

Some little part of her had craved the familiar sinking in her chest, the sting, the numbness, the release. It was the only way she knew to be close to him just then, the only thing that seemed to make sense. But she hadn't thought he would hit her.

Absentminded, fingertips touched her cheek, and her gaze wandered to the door behind him before flitting back to his face. There was no coming back from this, nothing he could do or say. He'd done it once, he'd do it again. The only reasonable thing to do was leave, as she should have done before things got ugly, and before she got attached. But she wasn't feeling very reasonable as she glared at Orin.

What was he doing, acting all confused? At least he had the decency to admit what he had done. But if he thought he could put on a sad face and she'd comfort him, he had another thing coming.

"Hit me again," she said, her tone somewhere between challenge and command. Did he really think he could scare her? With a little slap? Oh, she had plenty of fight left in her, enough for both of them. If he had started something he couldn't finish, that was his problem. "Come on, that's all you got?" she asked, giving him a shove. "Hit me, you fucking pussy!"

[labelleizzy]

I'm out on the porch hemming my jeans 👖 the old fashioned way 🪡🧵... And I started one of the imaginary conversations I used to make up in my head.

This time it was with some snooty fashion person noticing that my hems aren't perfect, and trying to get by with some snide comment.

These days though, I call that bullshit out. I used to be shamed and have to fight back in my imaginary conversations (or IRL if I am having to verbally self defend). No more...

My mind flashed through several come backs.

Like: You don't get to say it's not good enough, you're not wearing them

Like, you're gonna try and tell me I'm not allowed to like what I like? Fuckin KILLJOY.

Like, heh, YOU'RE just jealous because YOU can't sew. 🪡🧵

Love what you love. We're all weirdos.

Be weird.

Chase Joy.

Life is short.

[phoenixtakaramono]

OPERATION BABYLON - PART VI

aka the butchlander sugar baby AU.

We have the first reader interactive poll for this threadfic! I recommend reading the update to the end (with a detailed breakdown of each choice) before making your decision.

Tumblr Navigation (note I have not shared the prologue here with its premise setup; I’ve only started sharing this twitter threadfic on tumblr starting from the 2nd 🔞 scene): I | II | III | IV | V | VI

Update Schedule: weekly/ biweekly

(You can read the rest of the threadfic update here!)

Keep in mind, all of my AU Butchlander threadfics on Twitter are the unpolished first draft versions of what’ll eventually be polished up into long fics on AO3 under the Shock and Awe series. So you may regard this threadfic as an experimental first prototype and exclusive preview whose contents may or may not be changed in the future final draft version. We’re just loosely playing around with ideas and concepts for now!

If you don’t have a Twitter account, screenshots are provided below the line break so you can read this update on Tumblr as well:

A more-in-depth breakdown of the choices:

A) Tell the truth. To avoid suspicion, Billy lays low and comes up with an excuse that he's booked for the whole day plays hard to get. It'll lead to Homelander running into "William out on a date" with another Supe—and a jealous Homelander running interference lol and sabotaging it, potentially leading to a "private tour" at The Seven meeting room and some 🔞 inappropriate office s*x ;) the setting depends if I decide to have it as a Vought HQ gala event or a Capes for Christ baptism

The payoff: a lead into the investigation The con: Billy's relationship with one of his long-time regulars is irreversibly damaged (it'll come bite him in the arse much later in the threadfic)

B) Homelander wants to be his sugar daddy. So Billy wants to test that and see if he can get our caped crusader to unknowingly fund his little CIA operation by exaggerating his rent and monthly overhead costs to tug at the hero's supposed generous philanthropist heartstrings. It'll lead to the sugar baby/daddy relationship being developed more aka a lil à la Pretty Woman-styled "shopping spree" with Homelander raining gifts on Billy's head say bye bye to Billy's CIA-assigned base, potentially leading to a 🔞 scene for "William to show him his gratitude"

The payoff: a bigger base and money for a more in-depth investigation The con: Homelander will lowkey stalk monitor him, so it'll be harder to keep his covert activities a secret from him or sneak out

C) The cute "Waiting for you :)" type of option. Billy doubles down on the act and reforms himself into Homelander's dream lover. It's tooth-rotting romantic fluff and flirty back-and-forth banter between them, but keep in mind what'll happen when Homelander inevitably realizes the "William who's literally almost perfect in every way and is too good to be true" isn't actually real much much much later as a direct consequence of this early choice.

The payoff: a happy Homelander (speedrun gaining his trust and affection by taking our bbg on dates <3) The con: the future fallout (and reconciliation) will be much more dramatic

Choose your poison! You can also vote on Twitter (link to the poll). I will add the final results together, and we’ll see which story route comes out on top.

A/N: A bit of Billy’s POV as we begin to pull back the curtains. How deep does this rabbithole of deception go? Far. Very far. Did y'all see the twist with Popclaw? Didn't expect that, did ya?

I am, by the way, open to ⚠️🔞 reader suggestions~. I make no promises that I’ll write it, but this threadfic is meant as a shameless excuse to write 🔞 butchlander spice, haha, and provide y’all some content during our butchlander drought. I have one reader suggestion thus far, and it involves candle wax. 🕯️

[anonymous-bastard]

Do they all know?

What would your mother think?

Does Katma know how you depend on the rings to live?

What is everyone though on it?

What does she think on that?

Does Kaia know?

How would your mom feel knowing that her son is being held alive by a ring?

Does Barth know?

-🧵

Kat thinks I should slow down. Take time for myself. She suspects something but I don't know if she knows.

Bart may have noticed something. I'm not sure.

The rest of them don't know. Especially not my mom or Lynn.

And I'd rather keep it that way. On all fronts.

[ruins-of-her-peace]

"I'm failing myself in everything.. the smallest of things... Things so little, you don't even realise until it's too much..so much."

Emily Yvonne, diary entry

[infernal-feminae]

@grimgrinnrs replied: (GOOD HE LOVES HIS WIFE)

AND SHE LOVES HER HUSBAND.

[casualbystander98]

ooh the idea of playing around with you and other subs sounds delightful!! i like the idea that it’s kind of a support system, if that makes sense? one big group of people who like each other! —🧵

yeah, exactly! like a bunch of close friends but everyone also fucks on occasion