#Author Anon

[pe0ple3ater]

imagine here with a me a scenario. (and also forgive me for incorrect details i am compartivly new to the qsmp)

through some way or another roier and etoiles end havign sex together on repeated occasion (maybe it's puragtory, maybe they're just like that) and one of the things roier had learned early one was that etoiles was very much into being degraded during sex. which, honestly? it wasn't like roier was really surprsied to learn that bit of information, given etoiles personality and the jokes he made at his own expense.

during one their times together, instead of the usual degrading comments he would give, roier let's a "good boy" slip as he would normally when with his husband, and etoiles, who was contend being ridden by roier but not really in a rush to cum, does just that.

etoiles, once back mentally online, is trying really hard not to let slip how his world just tilted a bit on it's axis and helps for roier to also reach his own climax. roier, who hadn't even noticed the slip, but had noticed the unexpected and sudden climax of etoiles, asks him about it after they had concluded the sex part of this meetup.

and etoiles, through a lot of pressing on, admits that the little bit of praise had been the catalyst. and from that point on, any other time the two would come together, roier showed etoiles in sweet praises and compliments and etoiles is so overwhelmed by them every time and every time again, the praise gets to him the most.

is this anything

~ 📝/author anon

"Is this anything?" Anon this is canon in my heart idk what to tell you.

Yeah, they fall into bed together how they do everything, aggressive and excitable. Praise come easily to Roier, it was bound to slip out because like...yeah Etoiles IS a good boy. HE DOES listen soooo well. Roier isn't the type to leave good work unpraised. It completely catches him off guard because he was 100% sure that he was only really into degradation. I love bloodhounds. They should fuck nasty more often

[sallythefish3r]

WHAT THE FUCK.

--tar anon

....You look weird, what the hell-

[my-castles-crumbling]

TW mentions of suicide

Hey Cas! I was wondering if I could have your opinion on something (and potentially anyone else's that sees this), if you're willing to give it!

So I really enjoy writing and want to write a book. However, part of the aim of the book is to make a social comment and reflect the horrifying statistic that transgender people in situations where they have no support (especially from their families) have a much, much higher suicide rate than those who are supported (can't remember the exact statistic off the top of my head, but it was like 40%). In short, the book is aiming to be about a transgender boy who is completely unsupported by his family and is suicidal, runs away etc. etc.

However, the issue I might have is that I am not trans (or at least, I'm not out - I'm questioning heavily, and the book is going to include a lot of my experiences with gender dysphoria as well as suicidal thoughts etc. Im also afab so i dont really want people to assume this is me saying im trans). So my question is - would it be considered disrespectful or appropriation for a non-trans person to write a story centred around trans issues/a trans character?

Hope you have a fantastic day :)

I’m gonna leave this without a copy/paste since you’re asking for opinions, but I’m hoping everyone will read the TWs!

So I feel like “appropriation” only applies to like…culture? So I think you’re fine there.

Disrespectful? I don’t think so. If we’re operating under the idea you’re cis- I mean I’m only one person but I think if you do your research and maybe interview a few trans people (who are willing) to make sure you’re conveying an authentic experience I don’t see anything wrong with it. But you’re not even sure you’re cis so like…I think it’s fine. I mean I wasn’t sure I was trans before starting Clandestine which features a trans character lol.

Usually the issue with putting any minority group in a book when you’re not part of that minority is either that you’re doing it as a checkbox to show you have diversity (think, an author making it abundantly clear they have a gay character just so they can say they do. you’re not doing that), you’re using their existence as a minority as some sort of negative trait to make them the villain (think, an author writing about a trans character using their transness to sneak into bathrooms or something- you’re not doing that either) or you’re using their existence as a minority as the central plot of the story. You are doing that, but in this case, the point you’re trying to make is important and not overly cliche. So imo I think it’s okay.

But what do you guys think?

Naming you author anon!

[bloomingbutterflies]

Ooh~

*he chuckles*

So feisty~

I like that~

...

[cloud-recesses-updates]

I stand from my seat, "I gonna say it."

Eveyone focuses their attention on me. Their gaze locking me in place.

I sigh, "All the lans are bitches. Not even bad bitches..... just straight up bitches."

Then *poof* I trun into a frog. Everyone is silent. Lan Xichen, as the sect leader, feels a responsibility to inspect the frog. He steps closer and then.....

The frog jumps and bites his ear off and swallows it. Then he tears off Xichen's legs and tossess them towards Lan Qiren. Everyone is mortified but noone dares to step forward, too afraid of the might of the frog. All they can do is hang their heads low as they their leader's screams fill the gathering hall.

When the might frog is done Xichen is barely recognizable. Their leader now exists only as a mutilated lump of flesh and pieces of bones.

-wanna be author anon <3

Lan Qiren just added like 20 rules

[soilanonlorelmao]

Hello im a new viewer of the SAL and wanted to know if any of the anons have a unique way of talking and if so could you show me?

oh yeah !! they all kinda talk differently :) If you REALLY wanna know i'm sure they'll all pitch in eventually (you can look under their tags)

Flower. Anon. Talks. Like. This.

Sand Anon only says sand, as do a good handful of other ones (only saying their name like pokemon lol)

And I've noticed that Soil Anon only really talks through narration, ex; [Soil Anon tries to explain to them how they speak, but ultimately fails.] probably because they only say 'soil'

Zombie Anon speaks normally (fluently?? i guess??), but they have a green tint over their text

Author Anon uses this font

Ghost/Spectre anon uses this font, and signs off with this color

ill add more later,, but these are the ones i can think of!!

[i-heart-soil]

Helllllloooooooo Annoying pain in the ass

Why do you have to be in my way of flower? It's not like your married or something right?

RIGHT!?

[Soil Anon pulls out a sheet of paper, glaring at Author as they scribble on it. ' We got married a long time ago, ' it reads in sloppy handwriting, ' We were married long before you showed up. ']

[Soil Anon shows them the paper, before bringing it back and writing something else on it. ' Leave me and my husband alone you horny nuisance. ' Soil hands them the paper, walking away. The paper is visibly smudged with dirt from their fingers.]

[flower-anon-blog]

That makes sense...And Enemies? Any anons that you specifically despise?

Only. One. Enemy. And. I. Despise. Him.

Author. Anon. Because. He. Continually. Sexually. Harasses. Me. Even. Though. I'm. Married.

Two. Others. Who. I. Only. Hate.

Smoke. Anon. Because. He. Insulted. Me. Profusely. Until. He. Left.

And. Angel. Anon. Because. They. Killed. Me.

[rs-hawk]

do you have any tentacle stuff? im thinking maybe an ursula-style octopus merman bf

I don’t have anything tentacle like that but it does sound interesting so-

You always loved the beach so when you were able to book an Air BNB with a private beach, you were ecstatic. Finally you could relax on the sandy ground without anyone bothering you or worrying about having to move.

As you settled onto your towel with nothing on (because everyone hates tan lines, right?), you didn’t notice the curious eyes watching you from the deep waters. When you slipped a swimsuit on, just in case, and plunged into the cool waves, you didn’t realize that there was something just out of sight with his hungry gaze fixed on you. That would change the next day, however.

The next morning, you took off at dawn to the beach. You set everything up, eagerly waiting for the sun to finish rising. In awe, you watched the sunrise the same way that the creature that was creeping up from the depths was watching you. As soon as you’re in the water, tentacles were wrapping around your ankles, your waist. Puckers leaving soft pink marks all over your skin.

“Oh!” you squeak, lifting your legs to look what’s all over you. You gently touch the tentacle around your waist, confused but curious. “What’s this then?”

“Hello,” the octo-man said as he slowly broke the water’s surface. It seemed like he was nervous.

“Hello,” you echoed, looking at him with a tilted head.

He reached out to touch you, and a chill snaked down your back. His hand felt so squishy but also velvety. Kind of like the tentacles. In seconds, his lips were on yours, his tongue pushing into your mouth as if staking a claim.

Your body reacted on its own, curling into his, wrapping your arms around him. In seconds, he dragged you to a small partially underwater cave just a little ways off the shore. The merman set you on a shelf of the cave, leaving you only up to your knees in the water.

“My little trinket,” he muttered as he began to tease your cunt over your swimsuit bottom.

You whimpered softly, bucking your hips slightly against the sucker that was now attached to your clit with only the thin fabric between. He smirked at your obvious need. The tentacle itches away from you before another joined it to strip your bottoms. Your cunt was already getting slick, much to his excitement. His tentacles wrapped around your body, teasing you, prodding you.

Suckers found your sensitive nipples, and another found it’s way back to your clit, making you cry out in pleasure. Your cunt was throbbing, nearly dripping. “Fuck,” you moaned, arching more against his tentacles.

That was all it took for him. His largest tentacle began to push into your cunt, stretching you wide. You whimpered and moaned as he slowly stretched you out, your cunt gripping it as each inch pushed deeper and deeper into you. Another pushed into your mouth, down your throat. You gagged as you were stretched to what you thought was your limit. Then, your lover, his eyes half lidded as he groped and touched your soft human body, began to lift you slightly. His six other tentacles wrapped around you, helping lift you off the shelf. You didn’t think much of it, blissed out and on the edge of orgasm.

Just as suddenly as he lifted you, he unwound one of his tentacles from your waist, pushing it inside of your ass. You cried out against the tentacle in your mouth, but barely anything came out. He laid you down, unwinding another tentacle and shoving it into your already stretched cunt. Soon enough none where holding you as you were laid out on the shelf, your feet only in the water. A sucker was back on your clit, teasing you until you finally pulsed around the tentacles inside of you, drawing them in closer.

“There we go. That’s a good trinket,” he huffed, his sloppy kisses lining your neck.

He pushed his largest tentacle so deeply inside of you that you were certain it was in your womb. A bulge in your stomach seemed to confirm it. He panted as he came, the hot liquid a stark contrast to how cool he felt. Your eyes rolled back in your head, pathetic little whines pushing against the tentacle in your mouth.

The largest tentacle withdrew, dribbling a white liquid. However, the smaller one stayed inside, as if keeping you plugged. The tentacle in your mouth finally let you breath, withdrawing to lazily wrap around your chest. The only one actively thrusting into you now was the one in your ass, slowly and deliberately timing the thrusts to the sucking of the sucker still on your clit.

You don’t know how long you lay there, moaning and begging the merman to keep going, but by the time his cum is leaking out of you and multiple loads have been dumped into your little human womb, it’s sunrise again.

[daydreamerwonderkid]

"Another AO3 author with too much time on his hands"

Where the fics at?

[adyophene]

Huskie is part birdie, so maybe the 'no balls' thing means he got a cloaca like stolas from helluvaboss??

I got quite a few asks while I was on my little burnout hiatus but this one definitely takes the cake. I know that's you, Angeldust.

[ky-landfill]

god... can i please have another Jason and Bruce? i just need that boy to be safe and loved

[sallythefish3r]

You said they all have odd little problems

And I'm a curious duffer so tell me those problems

-a regular anon (shocking I know)

Holy shit a normal one!!!

But uh, the sick one is just....Odd.

The zombie is either hiding some severe trauma, or just really weird.

The ghost I have yet to meet, but I bet it has something wrong with it

The flower seems to have issues with their father

The dirt one...doesn't need an explanation, neither does the sand one.

And uh, I don't really remember the others TvT

[frownyalfred]

since I’m in my reporting and shaming era when it comes to ao3 hate now…

(PurpleSnow, I know you’re sad I blocked you and locked comments on that fic. Maybe that was a sign to stop leaving comments like this. It seems, from your other bookmarks, that you enjoy reading many fics — so maybe give mine a break if they keep making you so upset, yeah?)

[bloomingbutterflies]

I thought you LAVAD them

Your not a real fan but zombie anon always ERUPTS with laughter

Right zombie anon?

GET OUT

[chillinglyadventurous]

Got some Stanley fluff for ya (just an idea, I probably could flesh it out more but it’s a scene I’ve thought about a lot)

Old man Stan with his younger partner are curled up together on his old, yellow recliner. You’re sitting between his legs, side pressed to his chest while your legs fall over the armrest.

Stan is holding you so securely as he focuses on whatever shitty hallmark movie is playing, fingers rubbing against your hip stalling as he scoffs at whatever stupid decision the characters in the movie make.

But all you can do is laugh and kiss under his jaw while he complains, nuzzling your face into his neck when he stumbles over his words. Huffing now about how you’re throwing him off by acting how the characters in the movie should be acting.

I just wanna sweetly fluster the old man and make him feel loved.

The Duchess Approves

Thank you so much for request! I’m so sorry it’s taken me so long to get to it. I’m just happy to get a Stan request. I’m a Ford girl, but I do love some Stanley. He’s the sweetest goober.

Tags: Fluff

You gave a relaxed sigh even as Stan talked over the TV. You were laid across him on his recliner. Your rear was between his legs , head on his chest, while your ankles were crossed over one of the arm rests. At first, you had hated that ugly, yellow chair. Now, it was the most comfortable place in the world.

When you had first started seeing Stan, he would take you out and show you off. However, the sugar baby allegations were too much for you to deal with. You loved this man. You didn’t care that he was forty years older than you. However, everyone else in town did.

Despite his assurances, it made you about uncomfortable. “Don’t worry, babe,” he had smirked, “they’re just jealous I get you all to myself.”

Still, you much preferred where you were now with your side pressed firm to his chest. You could tell he was trying to suck in the pudge he often hid behind a girdle. If only he knew how much you loved it.

Usually, his demeanor was so hard. His personality was gruff, but you knew the sweeter side, the softer side. That’s why you loved that little pooch that you could only ever full see when he was sleeping next to you.

“These idiots,” Stan grouched from above you. “Don’t they knew that’s not how you win a lady’s heart?” He bent you back in his lap and pressed a wet kiss to your mouth. When he pulled away, his face was covered in a smile. You blushed so beautifully. “Now, that’s how you win a lady.”

The two of you had watched The Duchess Knows a million times. Stan always said you loved it whenever someone caught him gabbing on and on. In truth, you couldn’t stand it, but it made him happy, so you would sit through it.

Lazily, his fingers drew shapes on your hips through your pajama pants. Your head rested on his chest, peppering kisses under his chin. He was so engrossed in whatever sleazy moves Count Lionel was making.

In a twist, the Count kissed the Duchess’s sister. Stan scoffed, his fingers on your hip stilling. He looked down at you. “You’d kill me if I ever did that crap! Who does he think he’s foolin’?” He shook his head, “He’s definitely not fooling me. I clocked him as a cad the moment I saw him.”

“Takes one to know one,” you snarked. You gave him another kiss.

He glanced down at you for a brief moment. “Listen here, toots, I may be a cad, but I’m your cad. Get over it.”

“Silly old man,” you sighed as you rested your head on his chest again. He pulled you in tighter. “I wouldn’t have you any other way.”

He nestled you deeper into his hold, body pressed flush against your side. He gave a huff. “Ya know, hot stuff, I’d fight any pantaloon wearing geek for you. Defend your honor and all that mushy stuff.”