#And I have more in my drafts I'm sowwy

[marciliedonato]

... I've had these in my drafts for like 3 months now 😳😩 I forgol 💀💀🥕

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[malk1ns]

NO the miscommunication one hurt my heart so badly. Please please please continue it and maybe write an apology?

sowwy :c

also anon i know (or at least i'm assuming???) that you meant you wanted an apology from geno for messing up, but when i first read this my brain interpreted it as 'i demand an apology from YOU PERSONALLY idontlikeem malk1ns lastname for hurting my feelings' and i chuckled and almost busted out the notes app to draft something <3 this is more than five sentences i hope you'll forgive me!

Sid isn't talking to him, and Zhenya deserves it.

That's not entirely true—Sid would never do anything to negatively impact the team, so when it comes to hockey he's exactly the same, joking around with Zhenya during video review, nudging against him on the bench as they watch guys run through drills and talk about their power play unit, smashing into Zhenya and yelling his head off when one of them scores.

It's just, he's stopped answering Zhenya's texts. It's just, he's stopped inviting Zhenya over, and when Zhenya suggested he take Sid out to a proper dinner to talk Sid blew him off so effectively and politely that Zhenya barely even noticed he'd been rejected until Sid was already walking away.

He's already sent the apology text, so clearly this is going to take more than words.

It wasn't until Zhenya was standing in Sid's dining room, staring at the dinner going cold amid the lingering scent of blown-out candles and flower petals scattered over the table cloth, that he realized exactly what it was the two of them have been doing for the last couple of months, and Sid's complete and utter absence from his personal life has only served to hammer home just what an idiot he was.

No girl at the bar is worth this. And frankly, Zhenya's not sure how he managed to convince himself for so long that this was just convenience, just a bit of fun on the side.

Sid wouldn't appreciate a live animal delivery like Zhenya's old girlfriends, and he's allergic to roses so that's out of the question. It's time to bring in the big guns.

Zhenya sucks it up, calls his mama, and asks for her highly sought-after and closely-guarded pelmeni recipe. Sid won't be able to turn those down no matter how furious he is.

Especially not if Zhenya uses his key, sneaks in, and sets dinner up in Sid's home while Sid's gone.

[ohimsummer]

this has been in the drafts since January, also it’s a scrap!! so there’s no real ending (spoiler alert he lost), sowwy babe <3

content: eren x armin's gf, teasing, mean! reader, suggestive, explicit language, not proofread

Eren Yeager considered himself a lot of things, but a bitch was not one of them.

He was notorious amongst his group of friends for accepting any dare, challenge, or bet thrown at him. Even if it was something foolish, all it took was a little prodding at his ego to have him up and running to do whatever it was they'd suggested. Eren thought it made him look cool. You thought it made him look stupid and easier to exploit.

Eren glances at you, more specifically at your boobs in his face which are almost keeling out of your tank top. "So you want me to do...what, exactly?"

You release a dramatic sigh and sit yourself on the arm of the couch, pajama shorts riding up the crease of your thighs and leaving even less to Eren's imagination. "It's a bet, dummy. Go a week without touching me since you like to put your hands on me so much. Think you can handle that?”

He downs the last remnants of water from the bottle in his hand before crinkling the plastic against his leg. "Yeah. But why would I wanna do some shit like that? Give you even more reason to act a fucking ass?"

You grasp at your chest in feigned shock and dismay. "Oh, well, excuse me, then! Big, bad Yeager-boy turning down a challenge? Fine, be that way."

Despite turning in preparation to leave, your feet don't make it to the floor before there’s a strong hold around your waist; Eren holds you in place and then pulls you closer to him, basically onto his lap. "Ah, ah. I didn't say I wouldn't do it, dumbass. What's in it for me if I win?"

You pretend to think up a prize for him, pursing your lips and tapping your cheek. "If you win, I'll do anything you want for a whooole week." A smile spreads across your face as his eyebrows perk up in intrigue. "But if I win, you have to do whatever I say, for a whole week. How's that sound?"

Eren had to admit, you at his beck and call for a week was an enticing offer. Though, at the same time, it gave you a week to be more annoying than usual. But, it would only be for a few days...and after he won he could spend the best week of his life breaking that shit attitude of yours apart and maybe make you behave more often.

"Okay, then.", Eren agrees. You give him a wicked smile and giggle, then begin to explain the rules to him more clearly: no touching you in any sexual way, not to tease nor to taunt, and you make sure to eliminate any specific touches he could try and play off as innocent. Eren decides not to set many rules for you. He liked the challenge, plus, when he won, he intended on making you pay for anything you did for the next 7 days.

The challenge started the very next morning. Eren spent the night wondering how he'd approach it; maybe he'd just avoid you altogether, or try and ignore you and just hope you’d get bored from his lack of reactions. He, unfortunately, wouldn't have any such luck.

"Hey, Eren!"

Eren recognizes your voice behind him as he's walking to his car to head to his apartment. He turns, and his eyes almost pop clean from his head. Thoughts are fighting to be at the forefront of his mind, a prominent one being 'How the fuck is she allowed to wear that on campus?'. There's no time to question it, your voice cuts through his jumbled mind as you ask him for a favor.

"Could you drop me off at the library, 'Ren?", you bat those pretty eyelashes and tilt your head. "I'm supposed to be meeting 'Minnie there but my car's in the shop. Pretty please?"

He agrees. And the week only gets worse from there.

If Eren thought you were insufferable before, it increased tenfold the day this bet started. The car ride on Monday had to be one of the worst experiences of his life. It was bad enough that majority of your skin was revealed, but watching the sweat glisten on your exposed chest, tits pushed up and straining against your top, jostling with every bump in the road that he tried desperately to avoid, made the whole thing that much more unbearable. 

The days following weren’t that much better. Eren realizes how much you’d been holding back when you’d teased him before. Sure you’d lean forward a little and wiggle your ass when you knew he was watching, but now? On your hands and knees in a skirt right in front of him with only the thin fabric of your frilled panties to hide yourself from him? Taking a shower when you knew he was coming over just to let him catch glimpses of your gleaming skin. The worst offense, in Eren’s opinion, was when you “accidentally” text him a photo of your bare pussy, quickly followed by “oops, meant that for ‘minnie so don’t look :(”.  He doesn’t respond, but the read receipt indicating that Eren did indeed see it has you giggling to Armin that night about how fun it was to make his friend’s life even more of a living hell. You don’t know that your high jinks have Eren fucking his fist every night until he can’t even cum anymore, but you like to believe that you have that effect on him anyway.

In spite of your unbearable antics, Eren prides himself on lasting until the final day without touching you. He’s irked at your lack of panic that you’re about to lose, but decides that you’re just putting up a front to make him suspicious. 

[boinday]

Any Interest in Beta Reading The Water Dog?

(Just the first 100 pages, approx 30k words)

I'm mostly wondering if there's any interest in reading and giving me initial opinions/criticisms/notes/reactions, so that when I re-draft I have a stronger idea of what a reader is seeing in the work.

Here's the basic plot overview:

A letter arrives from a woman Sybil doesn't know, asking her to travel to an island she's never heard of, to care for a grandfather she's never met. But there is something about Calda, that lost little island, that calls to Sybil, sinks its claws in and won't let go. What begins as an unwanted obligation transforms into a supernatural mystery with a dangerous secret at its heart, and a monstrous romance that has no intention of letting Sybil leave alive.

This story is set in 1930, and is predominantly horror-romance (although we haven't really gotten far into the romance by the first 100 pages, sowwy) so expect some tension and disturbing imagery. There is one chapter with specific trigger warnings related to allusions sexual trauma.

This is a novel so it has a different structure to my serialised fiction on here, which is more episodic and insularly focused on the romantic elements.

If you're interested in giving it a read and offering feedback, please DM me @literalnobody!

Or you can email me at boinsnoween@gmail(dot)com ^_^

[just-some-random-blogger]

YOUR MIND. I have a fic with a similar plot in my drafts and by fic with a similar plot in my drafts I mean theres a pic of daemon all yucky and gross and covered in blood on a text post HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAH I JUST DIDNT KNOW HOW TO WRITE IT!!! BUT YOUUUU YOUR MINDDDDDDDDDD 🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯 you robbed all the brain cells from the daemon girlies and 😩 I FUCKING hate it here what about MEEEE )))))))):

I tried my best not to requote everything but alas I didn't try very hard it was too delicious

The heavy wood of the door to their chambers slams loudly against the stone wall, the noise echoing off of the vaulted ceilings, causing her to startle. Her head snaps up, eyes widening as she takes in the sight of her husband.

First of all 🤨☝️ why is he so angry ???? HHAHAH OK LMAO HES A PRINCE WHO HAD TO DEAL WITH 🤢 PEASANTS 🤢 OF COURSE HES ANGRY. I'm sorry I'm a peasant daemon fucking hell it's not my fucking fault the economic is broken 😔😔😔😔 I shower too. I bet I smell better than you 🤧🤮

He stalks through their apartments, his expression a glower, ichor splattered across his face. His hands are bloodied and there is a darkened stain across the breastplate of his armour. His golden cloak seems to be the only thing that has escaped the gore that decorates him.

NO CUZ #1 Ive been thinking about the word glower for so fucking long. Like IVE BEEN TRYING TO GOOGLE IT and I remember it as growler cos my brain is fucked up and we'll NOW I KNOW HAHAHHAH. Ok #2 when daemon

With his baby girl lips i

I know he's not as bloody as he is there in the fic but 😌 a girl can dream next

Rushing to him, she takes his face in her hands, only to be gently pushed away as quickly as she touches him.

Fuck you yn. Stop living my life. Fuck you daemon let her who is me touch you FUCK YOU

“Leave me,” he says sullenly, unclasping Dark Sister from his sword belt and leaning it against the wall.

🧍😒🤔 y'all hear sum'in

“You are hurt,” she protests as her arms drop slowly back to her sides, her brow furrowing in concern.

KITTY MEOWMEOW UR HURT )))): LET ME BABY MY BABY GIRL STOBIT

“I executed justice,” he tells her, drying his face and hands, “but that is not the problem. My brother gave me an army of two thousand men to command, yet his cunt of a Hand feels it is his right to dictate the punishments I see fit to serve.”

)))))): my poow kitty meowmeow did the old man huwt youw feewings )))): I'm so sowwy baby ))))): come hewe gimme kiff

There it is; Otto. Daemon’s rivalry with the Hand of the King had been a bitter one ever since Otto had convinced Viserys to remove Daemon from office when he was Master of Coin, and again when he was appointed as Master of Laws.

To be fair I think he would be a horrible master of- YOU KNOW WHAT IM NOT GONNA CONTINUE YOU THAT I KNOW HOW IT FEELS TO BE UNDERESTIMATED YOU GO DAEMON LIVE YOUR TRUTH IM NOT EVEN SURE IF YOU CAN BALANCE A BANK BOOK AND IM PRETTY SURE YOUD MAKE UXORICIDE LEGAL BUT SLAY

“He had the audacity to compare me to Maegor the Cruel,” he continues, and she can see the anger within him rising once more as his gaze darkens and his nostrils flare.

)))): thats so bad of himmmmmm I'm so sorry you had to go through that )))): come here I'll smooshy shoochy ur cheekies then you can go take a bubble bath with your rubber caraxes (((:

He shakes his head, turning away from her. “You are better off leaving me alone tonight. I have no kindness to offer you.”

His head lifts, half looking over his shoulder at her as his eyebrow raises in curiosity. “And what is it you do seek?”

[SQUEALING INTENSIFIES]

She swallows thickly, her pulse racing with a mixture of fear and excitement. “I want your anger, your frustration, all of it. Take it out on me.”

SHES SO BRAVE FOR THAT. SPEAK YOUR TRUTH GURLIE LIVE THAT FUCK TOY LIFE LOVE THAT FOR YOUR BEST FRIEND

The dagger rattles with a metallic clink against the flagstone floor as Daemon drops it, pulling open the now two-slashed halves of her cotton shift to reveal her nakedness. A low noise of approval rumbles in his throat, the sound shooting straight between her thighs as she feels wetness gather there.

Click click ASMR. YOUR HONOR I THINK I NEED TO BE CAGED. YOUR HONOR THIS MAN NEEDS TO ALSO BE CAGED. YOUR HONOR I KNOW THERE IS A SHORTAGE OF CAGES SO I WANT YOU TO KNOW THAT YOU CAN CAGE US TOGETHER

“Wanton little thing,” Daemon rasps, “I bet you’re wet already.”

))))))))): STOP BEING MEAN TO ME 🙅🙅🙅🙅🙅 WHAT IF I AM SO WHAT WHAT ABOUT IT IM NOT MEAN TO YOU WHEN YOU CRY OVER OTTO

His other hand finds its way between her legs, cupping roughly at her mound before his digits spread through the slickness of her folds. Her hips buck, chasing his touch until he swats between her legs, causing her to yelp, the sensation sending waves of warmth throughout her lower belly.

So mean )):

“Fucking take it!” He spits out, wrapping a hand around her throat, while the other grasps her hip, tugging her violently against him to meet each of his hard thrusts.

😜🙂😶😶😬😐☺️😌😪🙃😶‍🌫️🫣🤤🤭😐🤮👿🤮🫨🤧🫨😩👿😹🙉😸🙈😸😽😸😽😸🙈🙀👹👂🤲👂🤝🦾👎👎🫦🫶🫲🦴🦾🦾🫦🫦🦻🦾🙌🧑‍🚀🫅👷💂🦹🧙🧜🏄🦹👷🧛🧑‍🌾🧑‍🦰🕴️🧑‍🤝‍🧑👭🧒👭🧒👱👱🧒 YOU DO NOT HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT ME YOU DO NOT HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT ME

As Daemon’s hips begins to falter in their movements, the hand grasping her hip snakes between their bodies, his fingers expertly circling her pearl, causing heat to lick at her lower spine. He presses down more firmly, making faster, tighter movements against her bud and she jolts, sudden warmth crashing over her in waves as she cries out, tightening around him.

No cuz he cares (I say after getting railed)

For the first time that evening, his lips find hers and he kisses her, slowly and sensually. She sighs happily into it, enjoying his closeness.

“Thank you”, he murmurs when he eventually pulls away. “Allow me to remove my armour and I will have another bath drawn. This evening we shall bathe together.”

Eyes Black Like an Animal

Pairing: Daemon Targaryen x f!reader Warnings: Mentions of blood, smut, choking, degradation, rough sex. Word count: ~1.6k

Summary: When Daemon returns covered in blood from his duties as Commander of the City Watch, his wife requests that he uses her to ease his anger. Based on this request.

Author's note: No tag list. Please follow @fics-by-ewanmitchellcrumbs and turn on post notifications. Community labels are for cops.

The steam from the bath she has had the chambermaid prepare curls upwards from the water, dampening the bare skin of her neck as she leans over it to pour in the scented oils, the precise ones she knows Daemon likes.

This is their nightly routine. He will be back from his duties as commander of the City Watch soon and, ever the dutiful wife, she always has a bath awaiting him, so that he can wash away the grime of the city.

The heavy wood of the door to their chambers slams loudly against the stone wall, the noise echoing off of the vaulted ceilings, causing her to startle. Her head snaps up, eyes widening as she takes in the sight of her husband.

He stalks through their apartments, his expression a glower, ichor splattered across his face. His hands are bloodied and there is a darkened stain across the breastplate of his armour. His golden cloak seems to be the only thing that has escaped the gore that decorates him.

Rushing to him, she takes his face in her hands, only to be gently pushed away as quickly as she touches him.

“Leave me,” he says sullenly, unclasping Dark Sister from his sword belt and leaning it against the wall.

“You are hurt,” she protests as her arms drop slowly back to her sides, her brow furrowing in concern.

“It is not my blood,” he snaps, dropping his helmet down onto the settee with a clatter, before striding over to the bathtub and rinsing his hands and face.

She watches the blood float through the water like tendrils of silk, her mind racing with thoughts of the terrible fate someone has likely met at the hands of her husband this evening. When Daemon straightens again his face is clean, but his dark and angry demeanour remains.

“What happened?” She asks gently, eager to reach for him but knowing her touch is the very last thing he wants when he is in this mood.

“I executed justice,” he tells her, drying his face and hands, “but that is not the problem. My brother gave me an army of two thousand men to command, yet his cunt of a Hand feels it is his right to dictate the punishments I see fit to serve.”

There it is; Otto. Daemon’s rivalry with the Hand of the King had been a bitter one ever since Otto had convinced Viserys to remove Daemon from office when he was Master of Coin, and again when he was appointed as Master of Laws.

Daemon has flourished in his new position as commander of the City Watch since being awarded it, yet he is at constant odds with Otto regarding the harsh punishments he exacts on the criminals of King’s Landing.

“He had the audacity to compare me to Maegor the Cruel,” he continues, and she can see the anger within him rising once more as his gaze darkens and his nostrils flare.

She takes a tentative step forward, eager to calm him down, not wanting him to ruin their evening with his foul temper. “My love, you know his words are untrue. Pay him no mind and allow me to help you out of your armour.”

He shakes his head, turning away from her. “You are better off leaving me alone tonight. I have no kindness to offer you.”

Taking another step towards him, she speaks quietly. “What if it is not your kindness that I seek?”

His head lifts, half looking over his shoulder at her as his eyebrow raises in curiosity. “And what is it you do seek?”

She swallows thickly, her pulse racing with a mixture of fear and excitement. “I want your anger, your frustration, all of it. Take it out on me.”

Daemon turns fully, closing the gap between them slowly, a predatory glint in his eye as he looks down at her, leaning in so close that his nose brushes against hers. “Are you fully aware of what it is that you are asking for?” He whispers, his breath fanning hotly against her face.

Her core throbs in anticipation, thoughts of how roughly Daemon manhandles her in the throes of passion swirl in her mind, making her feel lightheaded with lust. “Yes,” is all she is able to utter.

“Very well then.” His hand reaches around the back of her head, grabbing a fistful of her hair and tugging gently so that she is forced to meet his eyes. “And what is it you say should you wish to stop?”

“K–kelītīs,” she stammers, arousal making it feel as though there is fire in her veins.

“Good girl.” He gives her hair another gentle tug, before grasping the back of her neck and pushing her towards the bed. “Lay down. On your back.”

She does exactly as she is told, her chest rising and falling rapidly with the accelerated breaths of her excitement.

Daemon grabs hold of her by the ankles dragging her until her backside just barely rests on the edge of the mattress. Still fully clad in his armour and golden cloak, he reaches for the dagger that remains sheathed upon his sword belt. Her breath hitches as he withdraws it, a shiver running through her body, whether it is from fright or anticipation she is unsure. The Valyrian steel shines in the dull light of the bedchamber and when he brings it down upon the neckline of her nightgown it moves through the material like fingers through spiderwebs.

The dagger rattles with a metallic clink against the flagstone floor as Daemon drops it, pulling open the now two-slashed halves of her cotton shift to reveal her nakedness. A low noise of approval rumbles in his throat, the sound shooting straight between her thighs as she feels wetness gather there.

Daemon’s pupils are blown wide with lust, in the low lighting they appear almost black as he stares hungrily down at her. He leans over her, the coldness of his armour against her bare skin making her gasp. Her nipples pebble at the chilly sensation and, as though fully in tune with her body’s response to him, two of Daemon’s calloused fingers tweak harshly at one of them. It is a pleasurable hurt, one that makes her mewl piteously and arch against him.

“Wanton little thing,” Daemon rasps, “I bet you’re wet already.”

His other hand finds its way between her legs, cupping roughly at her mound before his digits spread through the slickness of her folds. Her hips buck, chasing his touch until he swats between her legs, causing her to yelp, the sensation sending waves of warmth throughout her lower belly.

“Don’t be greedy,” he hisses, pulling away to unfasten his trousers and push down his breeches, freeing his erection. He runs his hand up and down the length of it, eyeing her with an animalistic hunger, the slightest of smirks tugging at his lips as she instinctively parts her legs wider for him.

As he guides himself to her entrance she barely has a moment to adjust before he is pressing forcefully inside, pushing apart her inner walls and stretching her brutally, causing her to cry out.

“Fucking take it!” He spits out, wrapping a hand around her throat, while the other grasps her hip, tugging her violently against him to meet each of his hard thrusts.

She is struck by the imbalance of power; she is bare beneath him, utterly vulnerable, while Daemon remains not just fully clothed, but clad in armour, free to do as he pleases to her. She clenches at the idea, causing him to grunt.

“Such a slut,” he pants, the smack of his thighs against hers becoming more insistent as he quickens his pace, his fingers applying more pressure to the sides of her throat.

She feels lightheaded, the only thing that seems as though it is stopping her from floating away entirely are the harsh, sharp thrusts that meet the end of her, causing her to wail, tears forming in her eyes, before trickling down her cheeks.

As Daemon’s hips begins to falter in their movements, the hand grasping her hip snakes between their bodies, his fingers expertly circling her pearl, causing heat to lick at her lower spine. He presses down more firmly, making faster, tighter movements against her bud and she jolts, sudden warmth crashing over her in waves as she cries out, tightening around him.

With a groan, he stills, leaning over her, pulsating as he spills deep inside of her. For a few moments he does not move, simply hovering over her, careful not to crush her with the weight of his armour.

She feels boneless, weightless, wanting nothing more than to close her eyes and drift into a peaceful, satisfied sleep. But that is not what Daemon has in mind.

As his breathing slows, he lifts himself to look at her, tenderly gripping her chin between thumb and forefinger, tilting her face towards him so that he can take in the sight of her tear stained cheeks, glassy eyes, and parted lips. The softness is a dissonant juxtaposition from the brutality he displayed just moments ago.

For the first time that evening, his lips find hers and he kisses her, slowly and sensually. She sighs happily into it, enjoying his closeness.

“Thank you”, he murmurs when he eventually pulls away. “Allow me to remove my armour and I will have another bath drawn. This evening we shall bathe together.”

As inviting as sleep seems at this moment, she knows that the offer from her husband is far more appealing.

[gothcsz]

tbh i did initially have him chastising himself more for it in an original draft but cut it out bc i thought i was rambling too much 😫

Girl pls share the original draft because I need to read him telling himself he’s an asshole for doing that lmao like homeboy didn’t waste another second thinking of Paloma or regretting anything afterwards 😭 even when Paloma told him he hurt her with that, all he makes is a dumb comment (ik ik defence mechanism bc he knows she’s right and he can’t really accept that but still!!)

He’s just gotta stop making dumb excuses really. Like I’m definitely expecting him to make up for things with more than just “I’m sowwy 🥺” but I need him to admit to fucking things up and being a dumbass instead of excusing everything away and finding a reason for everything! And not just the whole thing with Sloane but in general all the shit he’s done to her!

His puppy dog eyes are really really reeeeeaaaallly hard to resist tho, I get it. But damn, he’s kinda obsessed with Paloma so she has the power. Hahahaha ah I’m excited to read how they will work things out but the ick is gonna take some time to go away again lmao

okay you convinced me to re-add/edit it to the end of chapter 12 😫 i took the feedback to heart and even added a few more things to really make that self realization impactful. i guess i should stop being so hard on myself when i write tbh because i cut out a lot by my final read. so that's on meeee. i just have a real bad tendency to yap and it gets to be repetitive sometimes !! like kat girl stfu !!

yeah our boy has a lot of stuff to make up for i fear.... but don't worry (: i've been thinking of different ways to put his desire to the test so if he REALLY wants to 'be with her' then... act. like. it. plain and simple.

now i cant sit here and say that she's going to reallllly make him work for it because, well.... :) DFKJHADFGSHJG she does have the power and javi will spend the rest of forever making it up to her i promise even after they actually become a thing (oop) and then all the shit that's gonna go down when we hit the climax of the fic :p

i could get lost in his eyes all day every day okay like... not arguing with a man with big beautiful sad cow eyes... whatever u say handsome!! i'm lowkey kinda stoked that i evoked such reaction out of u and potentially other readers 🤭 JKDHFSDF i'm sick and twisteddd... sick and freakin twisted!!!!

BUT WE WILL SEE THIS THROUGH! WE WILL OVERCOME THE ICK!

[acefaun]

Good morning 💓

My day is going good so far. 😌

How's your day going?

Morning, sunshine! ✨ It's actually 12am for me so it JUST turned morning. I can't sleep. 🥲

I was going to animate tonight, but I ended up spending the entire night trying to figure out how I got $200. I didn't have it before, I didn't dig in my savings, and it didn't come from work. I don't know where it came from but it paid for my dog so I'm pretty grateful! I'm just scared somewhere down the line I'm going to need it and go "Oooh, so that's what that $200 was for." The one mystery that I, the GREAT detective, cannot solve. 🤯

And then work's been effecting my scoliosis, so I've had to forcibly straighten my back lately which makes me puff out my chest more. All my efforts to flatten my chest are in vain! 😓 And I'm not allowed to get top surgery but I'm still trying my best to be as enby as I can be! A sports bra can only compress so much and I'm too scared to buy a binder to wear to work since those can be pretty rough. I'm basically a natural disaster and don't feel comfortable in my own skin. I'm having the horrid body/gender dysphoria that comes to haunt me every Summer. 👀

Other than that... I can't write fics on my computer cause the WiFi's been out. 💀 And I wrote an entire draft for this one fic but I can't finish it because NO WIFI. It's the apology fic that I promised. I made it super fluffy and supportive. 💕 Because I've been vewy sowwy. 🥺

But it smells like berries in my apartment, so I'm pretty happy about that. 🥰 And I’m glad you’re having a nice day! That makes me feel nice too. 😚

Maybe now that I've gotten all but two things off my chest, Ill be able to sleep well tonight. (and... Yeah, that was a bad joke about my chest 🙃 *ba dum tsssss*)

[plutoio]

oh my gosh. your waking up before them fic? absolutely amazing. so domestic, cute and just mwah. the second I read that I'm just like, I have to follow this person, I have to see if they have more fics to binge- XP your blog only has a fic from what I saw, so I decided to just tell you how much fun it was reading it qwq

I dunno if your requests are open or not (forgot to check I'm sowwy) if it is I'd like to request riddle and any other character you want for the same waking up before them. if not then thank you so so much for the great quality food you've provided for us <3

(if I made you uncomfortable in anyway please do tell me, I wouldn't want anyone to feel uncomfortable TvT)

i'm seriously going to combust because of how many have enjoyed my previous work😭💓 thank you so much for the kind words

i'm new here so there's nothing really to binge here in my blog for a moment😂 regarding your request, i'll write about it! already saved it in my drafts so i wont forget. though i'm not really going to be the same as the other twst writing blogs that daily accepts requests, i can write for others from time to time☺️

i'll tag you when i post it!!!💖

[dr-awo]

I'M NOT A FREAK I SWEAR || atsushi || trial 1 || re: shinji, shou || attn: nao, naruki sorta

"Eh?! I-I mean, not as in like, u-um... Well, you could clearly tell what they tried to carve was flowers, is all!! If you can tell what the drawing is, th-then it's good in my book!"

atsushi its fucking carvings on a corpse

"A-a-anyway! Anyway!"

Suddenly, he pounds his fist into his palm enthusiastically. He seems to be a bit more comfortable. 

"You've opened my eyes, Tatsugami-san! Ito-san is surely very well versed in art, so it would be odd to have so many ugly drafts, I think...? Only someone who isn't very skilled in drawing would have to practice that much, then... and possibly in a rush. ahh! How could I be so stupid to ignore art skill?! Ah, well, I think we're finally getting on the right track...! Hawawa, sowwy, Ito-chyan..."

He presses his palms together and bows his head towards Tomoe in apologies. He sowwy!

"Now, while I wouldn't really want to point fingers saying a jock did it, but I think we can all agree that the evidence left behind was really fucking stupid, right? Too stupid to be legitimate. I think it should be obvious by now that this was a really shitty frame-job, since no one should be dumb enough to try to replicate their own tattoo onto a corpse, show off their talent in a murder case, and leave a bunch of other related evidence behind! It would just directly point at them! Not to mention Mx Mangaka was in their dorm the whole time, too!"

With this new information laid in front of him, Atsushi started to feel more confident in participating. He's going to catch that killer. He's going to show them what people like them have coming for them...! This motivation danced around in his head as his attitude turned smug.

"I dunno about you guys but Fujita-san is lookin’ pretty suspicious right now, huh? Being the first to say that the carvings look familiar... dumb jock or not, sounds like you know what's going on. You noticed everyone being wary around the fact that the case was quite artsy, making you see the opportunity to keep leading them in that direction by namedropping Ito-san. Shikabane-san took the words right outta my mouth-- you forgot to say a little sumn' sumn'.

Your alibi. Do you have one? I saw you in the rec room around 5, but what were you doing hours after? Also, Maruyama-san, when you were guarding the rec room did you hear anything strange?"

he's pointing fingers anyway huh.

[kveom]

RIGHT ??? i dont think i'll ever shut up about the shall we dance in the moonlight bridge, its so beautiful and the lyrics are so sweet and romantic as well, its definitely a dokyeom kind of song ;-; </333

ooh if suspicious partner is in your top 3 i definitely need to watch that one first ! the good detective sounds interesting too, i really like the "main characters are polar opposites but have incredible teamwork" trope so i'll have to add that one to my list for sure. i havent read the summaries for the other dramas yet but im seeing a lot of positive reviews so im excited to give them all a watch <3

my parents used to decorate the house for christmas when i was little but we never really celebrated so for me christmas has always been more about the ambience i guess? my family doesnt do gift giving or christmas dinners but in a way the lights and decorations still create that feeling of togetherness for me if that makes sense? <3

aww a set with all the different svt pairings, that sounds like such a cute idea ;-; i know what you mean tho my drafts are also filled to the brim with unfinished comp sets lmao i'll get a fun idea and start hunting for moments to gif but then another idea pops into my mind rinse wash repeat im stuck in this vicious cycle and none of those sets ever see the light of day :')

before i sign off i want to wish you a very merry christmas lyns <3 i hope you had a beautiful day with your loved ones, and i hope you filled your belly with all the yummiest christmas nibbles ^^

~your secret carat

by the way i hope you dont mind if i reveal myself a little later;; i just need a little more time to finish my gift for you im sowwy 👉👈😖

sorry this is so late!!

YES i heard a lot of people talking about that line before i heard and i was like okay i need to see if it lives up to the hype and it did!! very much <3 i'm so glad he got to participate quite heavily in it too n i hope he's proud

ahh i totally get what you mean! just the fact that it's a time for a lot of people to just...take a rest also contributes to the feeling of togetherness for me. i hope you had a relaxing and joyful christmas too my secret carat! thanks for talking with me these past few weeks 💖 and happy new year to you too!!!!

and no worries about the reveal/gift! i once posted my biasswap pressie months later because i was just so busy so i totally understand 😖

[honeypotpreschool-blog]

Hello! I know you're dealing with stuffs at the moment, but I can't tell if it's the submission box function on my side or yours ^^' I'm sowwy!

what do you mean? are you trying to send something that we don’t seem to be getting/responding to? 

there have been a few malfunctions... a few of our submissions had been saved to drafts to post later, but there isn’t a post option for them any more. we’re not sure what happened but we’re not saving submissions as drafts anymore to avoid it. we’re sorry if something like that happened to one of your submissions!

- mod euphie