#EEEP!

[cassetteboy]

I wrote a KCD2 fanfic and I'm blown away by the response it's gotten ! Nothing I've written or drawn has ever really reached it's target audience, so I'm just?? Baffled that this one did. I'm really happy!!

[whostarlockeda03]

I did a thing I did a thing!!!

[ambiguouslady42]

I press your back to the tile wall. my figners grip your thighs as I bury my face in your neck.

-🕵🏼‍♂️Loid

I struggle to find the words in between my pants and whines.

Would you...want to do this...somewhere more comfortable? I press light kisses against your skin.

[absentmoon]

vampdooku is so scary can you imagine

[blu3b3rryj4mp1r3]

im tired. have a courtney sketch i made without a reference and missed some details with :)

[hannahssimblr]

The nights of the last gasp of study season seem as though they go on forever, and as I watch the clock on the wall of Michelle's cluttered dining room, I could swear on my life that time is slowing down. It takes an hour for five minutes to pass, while the numbers on the maths book in my hands seem to merge together into some sort of mathematical soup right in front of my eyes. 

For some reason, with Michelle and Jen nattering history facts to one another on the other side of the table, I think about Alison and what she might be doing right now on the eve of the summer exams. Is she pulling an all-nighter too? Maybe, but not for studying. Alison hardly needed to study at all, that’s how clever she was. Even in those party frenzied days of early winter when she and I would pop a molly and stay up until dawn gurning she would still appear in class the next day and answer the teachers questions perfectly with a bored nonchalance about her while I sweated in the seat behind her, fighting a battle that I would inevitably lose to the boys toilets by the eleven o’clock break. 

Alison won’t be studying, but maybe she’s popped a molly without me and is dancing somewhere, singing along to whatever pop song is charting right now and whipping her fiery hair about while I sit here for the eighth night in a row, making my way steadily through a packet of chocolate digestive biscuits that I foraged from the Tengu’s pantry. 

Maybe she’s even getting laid. I peer across the table at Jen and Michelle, pulling faces at one another and arguing over their bullet points for the battle of Stalingrad, and am struck with a reminder of the barren wasteland my sex life has become. It’s been months since I’ve been touched by someone who wasn’t myself and the outlook looks bleak. It’s doubtful that will change any time soon, so while there is every chance Alison is having sex literally right now, the chances for me are worse than being stuck down by a thunderbolt. 

Debra, pokes her head through the door, “I’m off to bed now, loves, is there anything you need before I go?”

Michelle rifles through a handful of flashcards, “No, mam, we’re fine.” 

“Right well, don’t stay up too late.”

“Uh, it’s an all-nighter. That means we’re staying up all night.”

“Well alright, Michelle, there’s no need to take that tone with me.”

“I’m not taking a tone, I'm just explaining something to you.”

“Well I feel like you’re taking a tone, Michelle, and I don’t appreciate it, especially in front of your friend.”

“Him? He’s Jen’s friend, and by the way-”

“Alright!” Jen interrupts, “Goodnight, Debra, we’ll see you in the morning.”

Debra steps back into the living room with a hassled, “Goodnight.”

I glance at Michelle, who stares back at me with the same naked fury simmering in her eyes that has been there since the library, daring me to speak to her, but I couldn't be bothered to traverse that landscape. Not a hope. These days I only speak to her when strictly necessary. I turn back to my books and start pencilling out another equation. 

As the night drags on, my eyelids become weighty as my focus slowly wavers, and Jen, in tandem, becomes lethargic in her seat, head lolling over the back of it, bleary eyes on the cornicing on the ceiling as though they hold the answers to the questions that Michelle is grilling her with. She will resign soon. I flip a page of my maths book and reach for another chocolate biscuit, only for my hand to connect with empty packaging. Did I really eat all that? Oh well, I’m still growing. 

My voice is croaky from disuse when I speak, “You have other snacks?”

Michelle acknowledges me reluctantly, “Cupboard above the microwave.” 

I raid her kitchen for half a packet of cheese tortillas, some penguin bars and some salted peanuts. At the back of the cupboard I spy Michelle’s precious Nutella, of which she started a war against her parents over during those fraught early days of her break up, and for some strange, vengeful moment I feel compelled to unscrew the lid and dunk my whole finger in it, lick it clean and then toss it back, hoping that by the time she notices what I have done I’ll be long gone. 

I return and throw a penguin bar across the spread of papers to Jen, who misses and it thwacks against the wall behind her. She groans at the prospect of picking it up, shifting her body like it is composed of lead and slumping to half heartedly scoop it from the floorboards with limp fingers. “I’m sleepy,” she groans, “I can’t do this anymore.”

Michelle is stern, “You’re not sleepy, you’re fine, just have more sugar.”

“No, I am. I can’t think anymore. I feel drunk.”

“Come on, Jenny,” I say with gentle encouragement as she hoists herself like a sack of potatoes back into the chair, “You can manage, just another hour, huh?”

“An hour? It’s already three in the morning. I can’t.”

Michelle places a hand on Jen’s, still clutching the chocolate, “We just have a few more things to get through, just to make sure we really have the best chance of good marks tomorrow, yeah?”

“And I’m, like, eighty percent through this maths stuff,” I chime in, “I want to have a look over quadratic equations and then just do a quick refresh on trig…”

Jen looks at us as though we’ve gone insane, “Then study that stuff,” she says incredulously, “I’m not stopping you.”

Michelle and I exchange guilty looks. 

“Why do you need me here to study? Are you afraid to be alone in the same room or something? God.”

Jen’s eyes are sunken and heavy, her makeup smudged from where she has been rubbing them, the same way she did as a child when everything got too much for her. “If you don’t let me sleep I am going to break down crying, so either study on your own or stop studying, I don’t care.” She heaves herself from the table and staggers towards the door, “Goodnight, losers. Talk or don’t talk, I couldn’t give less of a shit,” and with a yank on the french doors she is gone. 

And the clock ticks. 

And a page flips. 

And we don’t say a word.

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[succubus-interactivefiction]

Good news! Kinda

I'm back baby! Good news is that my current major projects Sym, In my, and Final G were all up to date on itch, so I've only lost a few hours work, no biggie.

Bad news, lost ALL my work on my secondary projects. So Sym spin offs went off into the void and I lost the few pages on the hypothetical Star Wars project, but that one is not so bad. Take away from this second major melt down?

SAVE MORE OFTEN!!! Seriously I need to save everything and always save either on my drop box, external ssd, or better yet both every time I finish ANY amount of work. Also another take away, I will be putting away a decent amount every month and come next Black Friday I'm getting a GOOD computer rather then the little cheapos I have always gotten because one dies and I have to scramble to replace it.

[csphire]

Countdown!

[chiomakedu]

started a novel today ! I’m so excited to write it cause I have no idea where it’s going

[haylorinthewoods]

Pittsburgh weather for tomorrow is cute :’)

[faytelumos]

I just have read your story “Ulterior” and was amazed by your unique style of writing! It’s definitely not like the other stories I’ve encountered so far - everything’s so detailed and meticulously considered that forces me to think such people existed in real life: goal-oriented defensive Villain and considerate Sidekick with something interesting on their mind. The dialogues are put rarely, but neatly. Nice work!

Ah—aw!

Thank you! >///∇///<

I'm really glad you liked it!

(And that kitten is making me melt, they're so cute, my goodness—)

[getoswhore]

AS SOOOOOOON AS I FINISH THESE MATH ASSIGNMENTS IM ZOOMING TO PARTICIPATE

YES YES OFMMGG PLS DOOOO!!!!

[keithsgrave]

coping that my bf is gone for the summer by looking at engagement rings

[notesonartistry]

Storing the box for the tv under the bed is handy, but brings out a shameful amount of dust when it's time to reuse it!!

[wooodsborohq]

Welcome to Woodsboro, Leslie Macher and  Tatiana Riley! Don’t forget there’s a curfew so make sure you’re not hanging around for too long after dark — There’s a killer on the loose out there. Be sure to cover everything on the checklist here. Anne Hathaway and Maude Apatow are now taken!

( mary, 20, she/her, pst, needles & self harm ) — leslie macher is a 44 year old cis woman, they are pansexual with she/her pronouns. they live in uptown woodsboro and currently work as a receptionist. when it comes to the murders they are not involved. if you were to ask around town about them, people would say they are charming and kind though behind their back they would say they’re stubborn and reckless. ( anne hathaway )

( mary, 20, she/her, pst, needles & self harm ) — tatiana riley is a 21 year old cis woman, they are bisexual with she/her pronouns. they live in the heart of woodsboro and currently work as a blogger. when it comes to the murders they are a witness. if you were to ask around town about them, people would say they are intelligent and determined though behind their back they would say they’re controlling and naive. ( maude apatow ) *biological daughter of dewey riley & gale weathers

[nomadical]

may your path be the sound of your feet upon the ground.

independent || private || mutuals only Paul “Jesus” Rovia from amc’s the walking dead

written by: dixon