#I FIXED THE TYPO🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

[arkygifs]

Nattevagten (1994) dir. Ole Bornedal Nightwatch (1997) dir. Ole Bornedal

[theflyingfeeling]

Did someone order an angsty Olli/Allu piece with an attempt at hurt/comfort and a pinch of some melancholic spice? No? Well, I wrote one anyway, I hope you enjoy 🖤

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just want your energy, a piece of that fractured mountain

I'll take whatever comes with it as long as it's yours

— Piece of Your Heart by Mayday Parade

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Aleksi wasn't sure how long he had been staring at Olli's sleeping face until he realised the man was only pretending to sleep. Likewise, Aleksi couldn't decide what had finally given it away; it might have been the way Olli seemed to hold his breath whenever people passed their door in the echoing hotel corridor or every time Aleksi's phone pinged on the nightstand, or maybe the final clue had been how, every time Aleksi had shifted under the duvet to keep his arm from going numb or to adjust his pillow, Olli had moved himself closer to Aleksi, ever so slightly, so that their limbs would be touching again.

However, there was no reaction when Aleksi lifted his hand to lightly caress Olli's cheek, no sign of his stern expression softening. Aleksi repressed a sigh. He wanted to respect Olli's silence, even if it stung his heart a little.

Seasonal melancholia for reasons I can't explain, Olli had told him.

Can't or won't? Aleksi had wanted to ask, but had kept his mouth shut instead. Perhaps Olli really didn't have the words to spell out why his mood turned blue whenever the leaves in the trees turned red and yellow, and why it all seemed to be so much more severe this year, much more oppressive and unsettling, to the point that Aleksi didn't know what to do some days, didn't know how to ease Olli's pain without Aleksi being able to crawl inside his head and shovel out all the sadness. He knew it wasn't his place to do so, nor did Olli expect him to, but he felt so utterly helpless when all he could do was sit by Olli and share his physical space while his mind was somewhere else completely, far out of Aleksi's reach, no matter how hard he tried to hold out his hand.

Yet, he kept trying. He had to, because every time Olli was like this – absent, disappeared into another dimension – Aleksi was scared this would be the time Olli wouldn't come back to him anymore. That was why, despite the lack of response and the hollow feeling inside his own chest, Aleksi kept stroking Olli's shaven cheek, careful not to disturb his seeming peace too much.

Olli's long lashes rested against his cheekbones. On a less sombre Sunday morning, Aleksi would've blown air on them, just to see them flutter and eventually reveal the blue behind them, often followed by a sleepy smile and a revenge of some kind: a pinch to Aleksi's side or a scheming hand sneaking inside the back of Aleksi's boxers to punish him for disrupting Olli's sleep.

(Every time the others would joke about Olli being a heavy sleeper, Aleksi would laugh along; not because he agreed, but because he knew better – or perhaps he just had certain, unfair advantages.)

The task of taking in Olli's unreadable expression was far too important to abandon for the sake of checking the time or opening the messages that kept Aleksi's phone buzzing on the small table beside the bed. He didn't need to anyway; Aleksi assumed it was past the opening hours of the breakfast buffet already, and the band group chat was probably asking what was up and if the two of them were joining the shopping spree that had been planned for the day. He reckoned they could always get blueberry muffins from the 7-Eleven across the street and that they could catch up with the others later, should they feel like checking out the malls and boutiques of downtown Seattle. Right now, all Aleksi needed to do was make sure Olli was comfortable, to make him feel safe enough to maybe allow Aleksi to carry some of his burden for him, whatever it was.

Holding back another hopeless sigh, Aleksi gave up his attempts to have Olli open his eyes or in any other way indicate he was awake. He retreated his hand with one final stroke across Olli's cheek, biting his inner lip as if that did anything to stop his own eyes from stinging. Olli looked so lovely, lying there next to him so peacefully, yet Aleksi knew his mind was anything but; it felt unfair in every aspect of the situation – Olli's misery and Aleksi's inability to do anything about it – so was it really any wonder that Aleksi, too, was a little downcast?

If his tears would've done anything at all to bring Olli back to life, back to him, Aleksi would've filled the entire Pacific Ocean with them.

Blinking rapidly and trying to calm his shaky breathing, Aleksi almost missed Olli cracking his eyes open slightly, shooting him a sleepy gaze before closing them again,

"Don't stop." In the bleak quietness of the room, Olli's silent request sounded louder than it was, deafening in its anguish more than in its volume.

Aleksi was quick to return his hand to Olli's face, using his palm to cup Olli's cheek and his thumb to stroke softly over his cheekbone. It was then he saw the smallest of shifts in Olli's expression: the slight crease of his brow softening, the thin line of his lips relaxing, his Adam's apple moving as he swallowed and rested his head deeper against his pillow. Encouraged by the response, Aleksi shuffled closer and touched the tip of his nose to Olli's, hoping to see his eyelids flutter again or maybe even his lips twitch. For a long, heart-breaking second Aleksi felt defeated, but then Olli nudged his nose against Aleksi's own, and Aleksi felt a little easy to breathe again.

I'm here, Aleksi communicated wordlessly with another nudge, a little further up the bridge of Olli's nose, right by his cheekbone. Anything you need, I'm here for you.

Even his stomach objecting for the lack of breakfast couldn't stop Aleksi from nuzzling up against Olli like a lovesick kitten, but Olli begged to differ.

"Are you hungry?" Aleksi wanted to silence such irrelevant questions with a kiss to Olli's lips; they were close enough for that very purpose.

"Kinda," he mumbled nevertheless. "You?"

Olli didn't answer. Aleksi didn't expect him to.

"We can stay here a little longer. If you want to."

Olli sighed and pressed his forehead against Aleksi's. Aleksi took that as a yes.

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It was close to noon when they ventured out to find something to eat. There was a cosy-looking coffee shop down the road, but they ended up gathering their brunch supplies from their nearest convenience store and retreating back to their hotel room, deciding the coffee shop was too crowded and suffered from a sever lack of soft beds to cuddle on. They even made out some, which they hadn't done since they had set foot on North American soil; Olli's kisses tasted of cheap corner store chocolate and vending machine coffee, all the makings of an easy, lazy Sunday far away from home, and it was almost enough for Aleksi to ignore the frown that was threatening to make its return to Olli's presence.

Almost.

In the afternoon the band gathered for a scheduled rehearsal at the studio of a friend of a friend of a friend, and for every hour that passed, the comfort of the noon seemed like a distant memory. With a worried scowl, Aleksi watched Olli go on about his routines without a word: fixing the strings of his bass and strumming out notes with a solemn face, never missing a single beat, yet somehow not fully in the music either, which was the polar opposite of what Olli usually was when he played. He said nothing to participate in the conversations around him, although Aleksi knew he was listening. He hardly reacted to Tommi's puns and only smiled wryly at Aleksi's, which was cold comfort in the bigger picture, but comfort nevertheless. He stayed in Aleksi's proximity as they played, sat by his side when they took a break, even rested his head on Aleksi's shoulder when sleepiness seemed to get the better of him. As the afternoon turned into evening and the topic of conversation began to shift from music to beer and TGI Friday's, Olli shot Aleksi a look that spoke more than a thousand words.

Take me home.

Aleksi couldn't do that, of course, so he did the next best thing and excused them so they could leave the others with their after-practice plans and take a cab back to the hotel.

Back in their room, it didn't take them long to end up exactly how they had started the day, facing each other on the bed under the duvet, Aleksi's hand gently smoothing Olli's skin. The only difference was that Olli's eyes were open – drowsy, but open – and that his breathing was somehow more heavier, hotter against Aleksi's lips.

Aleksi knew what it meant the moment he felt Olli's hand on his neck.

Olli's lips on his felt like a ghost of a kiss at first, a shadow of all the passion Aleksi knew was hiding somewhere inside his lover. Aleksi let Olli slide his tongue inside Aleksi's mouth, deepening the kiss with each deep breath he took; he let Olli's fingers graze over his bare chest, along his side to his hips and from there to the front of his boxers.

His palm worked in a circular motion imitating the movements of Olli's tongue inside Aleksi's mouth.

"Are you sure?" Aleksi pulled back when his cock began to show interest towards Olli's skilled fingers.

As a reply to Aleksi's question, Olli grabbed his hand by the wrist, interrupting its efforts in fondling Olli's back, and shamelessly placed it on his own bulge. The hardness under the fabric was all the hint Aleksi needed.

While they pleasured each other, their kisses grew hungrier, needier, almost overwhelmingly so, until Aleksi had to withdraw with a gasp to fill his lungs with much-needed air. He barely had time to exhale before Olli's lips were back on his, hasty, desperate, urgent, nearly breaking Aleksi's heart all over again with their despair. As Olli's movements got more frantic, with his hand picking up its speed on Aleksi's cock and his hips thrusting into Aleksi's fist, his teeth began to nibble on Aleksi's bottom lip. Aleksi didn't have to guess what it was a sign of once he felt the teeth sink in deeper, full-on biting him as Olli chased his climax with Aleksi's hand on him, stroking him closer to the edge until Aleksi could taste traces of iron on his tongue. It was then Olli released his lip, gasping as his semen spilled over Aleksi's fingers, painting them white and wet. Moaning softly, Aleksi followed shortly after with Olli's generous help, too generous even, as his hand was still pumping Aleksi's hard-on when the aftershocks of his orgasm made his body tremble.

(Fair enough, Olli had the power to make him tremble even without his hand on his cock; most days, all Olli needed to do was just look at him a certain way, and he'd crumble like an overbaked ginger biscuit.)

The look on Olli's eyes now was dark and dazed, yet Aleksi could detect a hint of serenity in them, behind all the shades of sadness. It may as well be gone in the morning, but Aleksi allowed himself to revel in the sparkle of hope he saw in front of him, in his lover's gaze.

Before they'd fall asleep, Aleksi fetched a towel to dry them both clean (and nearly passed out when Olli used his finger to wipe a drop of Aleksi's cum off his abdomen and brought it to his lips); then he lay down on his back to make room for Olli under his armpit, knowing (and hoping) that's where he preferred to be after sex, and by some happy coincidence, that's exactly where Aleksi wanted (more like needed) him as well.

Maybe Olli would be a step closer to him in the morning. Perhaps he'd have taken two more steps back. However it may be, Aleksi would be right there waiting for him, ready whenever he was, his hand already reaching out for Olli's.

[aku-zone]

My phone screen broke :-(

[dancesword]

NEITH APHRODESIA & SLIVER. water genasi draconic sorcerer & tiefling phantom rogue.

[wonton4rang]

SOO, in this period I have developed a huge obsession for Sungho from bnd, seeing those broad shoulders every single day makes me think about how much his physique is suitable for that of a swimmer. Sooooo, could you write something about pool sex with sungho? Thanks in advance if you do, love ya🫶🏻

oh my god you're soooo me (and i love u too<3) 😭😭😭 lately leehan and sungho have been making me go crazyyyy. they are so hot and for wHAT.

this is long, i think the longest post I've made so far but i just got carried away, sungho is such a writeable person, specially when we include his shoulders/ back and pool sex??? i hope y'all enjoy !! If you see any typos, no, you didn't 🙏

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summer was the worst season for you, it was hot, sticky and it forced you to wash your hair EVERY SINGLE DAY, and honestly that's a hustle. so you simply hated when summer came, yeah, that until you noticed that you could have a win win by going to swim class, you wouldn't be hot (due to the weather tho), you will learn how to swim and you will also get to see the hottest boy in town: park sungho.

you just couldn't wrap your mind on how he looked so good, perfect skin, beautiful foxy eyes, a tender smile and an amazing and lovely, kind, cute personality. he was basically perfect. but the day you saw him swimming??? that was the day you felt you were doing it all wrong, how come you had such a hot man close by and never noticed? he has those broad and toned shoulders, his muscles tensing when he swam through the pool and then had to flex his arms to pull himself out of it in the edge.

you felt how your throat went dry and your hands started to shake when he walked your way.

"you must be y/n?" he asked softly, removing his swimming hat and launching his perfect hair, because yes, he also had perfect hair.

"yes, i am here for the classes?" sungho just nodded, getting to your side before looking up and down at you and lifting an eyebrow.

"you can change in there" he signalled a door behind you "today is just gonna be us since the other two said they couldn't make it"

you just nodded in comprehension, walking to the place he told you about and changing into your swimming suit, noticing how you forgot about your swimming hat, you suddenly felt so nervous and you couldn't telk why. well, i can tell you why, your pussy was literally wetter than the pool out there, it took sungho 2 minutes to make you want him so bad you'll beg for it.

once you went out, you couldn't even think about swimming, you were NOT listening to a single word he said, your eyes were fixed in his lips yet you did not understand a word, but when you felt his hands in your waist, his face so close to yours when you lifted your head, you just couldn't hold it back and shamelessly licked your lips, getting a tilted head from him before he kinda laughed at your action and made you put your feet in the bottom of the pool.

"is there something you wanna tell me, y/n? you are definitely not paying attention. maybe something you want to know so we can continue?"

"are you dating someone?" he definitely expected that.

"no, i am-"

"i need you, please" he gapped his mouth a few times before actually freezing in front of you, his hands on your hips and his eyes scanning your face for almost a minute before he said:

"like, here and now?" you nodded to his words and he just thought about it for a second before nodding too and trying to get out of the pool, you held his hand and stopped him.

"i want to do it here" but sungho was just as compliant as he seemed to be so he just said yes and finally took you in for a kiss. don't get him wrong, it's not that he's an 'easy' person but when he was so stressed with the upcoming competition and in top of that had to give classes because his dad asked him to do so (the local pool was theirs) he just needed a way to escape that, and you looked just like the perfect match for his preferences.

so it was perfect for him when you came forward first because tbh he didn't know how to approach you without making you feel uncomfortable if you didn't feel the same as he did. and this was actually such a new experience for him, fucking with someone on a random day, place and without having any ties to that person previously to doing it? that's straight up crazy for him.

but here he was, kissing you like his life depends on it, he was needy, he was seeking for this and now that he had it he just took it. his tongue ghosted your lips and his body pressed against yours with some strength that made you open your eyes when your back hit the edge of the pool, your hands went automatically to his shoulders, pressing down in the flesh, feeling it under your fingertips and moaning softly at the feeling and the warm yet chilly temperature of his skin.

he left your lips for a moment, going for your neck with hot and open mouthed kisses that gave you this weird feeling of emptiness and made you so needy for him when his arms went to each side of your head, pressing agaisnt the edge of the pool and his lips going down to your collarbones when your hands held him for below his arms, positioning in his wide back and making him get closer and closer to you to the point that he groaned himself, making you feel the vibrations in your skin before one of your hands took the hair in his nape and pulled him back a little.

his lips looked swollen and his eyes kinda watery when he faced you and took one of his hands to cup your face and kiss you softly "i need you, please" he nodded at your words, kissing you one more time cause he personally just loved the whole kissing stuff like a mad man.

"do you have any condoms?" he asked you really close to your lips, not really wanting to leave them.

"i... i actually do" you mouthered and he tried to get away from you so he could look for them, it's not that you always had condoms in your bag, even though you should just in case, but you really knew what you came here for so... but even before he got 5 inches away from you your hands were already pulling him back "do you mind doing it without it? i'm good" you explained, so he could know that there were no diseases in your system.

"i don't mind but are you sure? the water can cause some friction and i wouldn't want you to-" he took his bottom lip between his teeth and then proceeded "you know, i want you to enjoy it too"

"it's okay, i just want to feel you" he laughed at what you said because you could feel him with a condom too but he won't discuss that now that he felt his boner pushing his swimming pants and urging for a release. he nodded and took you in for a kiss again, his hand lowering in your body until he reached your pussy, palming a little and causing a spasm to run through your body, taking the chance to finally introduce his tongue in your mouth and kiss you deeper.

he didn't loose any time when his fingers made your swimsuit aside and he entered his middle finger in your cunt, your hands pressing in his back and your legs opened up for him to position himself in between them, his lips finally parted ways with yours, his forehead pressing against yours while he slowly humped you with his finger inside of you and his hips right behind. "i wish i could eat you out so bad right now" he whispered, audibly moaning like a little bitch when you gave him a short kiss in the lips and held the back of his head to play with his hair.

his eyes staring into yours with so much hunger that you just couldn't make it longer, you needed him to fuck you so bad, his frame covering yours and making your legs feel weak before saying "please, get in, sungho" and he did not thought about it twice, lowering his pants with one hand and keeping your swimsuit away with the other when he pressed the tip in your cunt, it felt so warm in comparison to the cold water surrounding you.

you felt him pushing pass your entrance and your arms wrapped around his shoulders for support, one of his hands going to hold your waist when he finally looked back up at your eyes, managing to unglue them from what he could see through the water of your pussy taking his dick.

"all good?" he asked as he slowly went deeper and deeper in your cunt, you felt the stretch and just when you thought it was all in, he kept pushing, causing you to groan out in desperation. you needed him to thrust into you and finally relieve your clenching pussy.

"all good, you can move" he nodded and finally slammed his hips against yours, the movement being rather slow due to the water but it felt so good that your pussy pulsated when he came forward one more time, this time stronger and groaning in your ear when he tried to muffle his moans by kissing the space between your neck and your ear, and as much as you liked it and felt like you could die right now and die happy with his dick buried deep in your cunt, both of his hands were now holding your hips while his fingers pressed with some strength there, you pulled away from his lips, his thrusts coming to a stop because he got a little bit confused at your actions.

"did i hurt you?" you could feel his grab loosening and quickly denied with your head.

"you're perfect, but i want to... you know, hear you" his eyebrows lifted at that, his cheeks blushing when he swallowed at your words "you sound so pretty when you're on it, please" sungho was just a big boy physically and mentally, but when you shared how you felt his dick literally twitched inside of you and he immediately resumed his thrusts, this time going deeper than before if that was even possible and he finally picked up a pace that made you grin a little bit out of pleasure.

he was so good for you, so good for your needs, so good to make you want more and more. but when he started moaning sweetly in your ear you lost it, you became a little bit more vocal too, both of your whines mixing together and resonating in the four walls of the roofted pool due to the echo in there.

he fucked you fast yet precisely, slamming his hips over and over again in that spot that made you cry out and clench your cunt around his already leaking cock. he was so into it that he almost forgot to keep his voice down, whining so softly in your ear before asking:

"are you feeling good?" you desperately nodded, letting a high pitched moan when he gave you a sharp thrust, your eyes were wide open while you looked at him, your hair coming in the way when he started fucking you like that, strong and sharped, making you jump a little bit but keeping you safe in his arms when he hugged your waist instead of holding your hips, you moaned before he removed the wet hair from your face and kissed your lips.

"you look so pretty, and you feel so good" he moaned against your lips, his right hand going down to play with your clit, causing you to spasm and grind down on his dick and hand.

"you feel so good too" was all you could manage to say before pressing your nails in his back, his shoulders aching a bit when you scratched him by mistake. and even though he was not into having those marks on him, it felt so hot in the moment that he might need to think about it twice. "i'm so close, so so close" your voice sounded wasted, cracking a little bit with each thrust he gave up into you. "please keep going, just a little more" but sungho was not that strong, he was not that good at holding himself back, specially not with your pretty voice saying those things to him, not with your arms holding him so close to your frame, not with your soaked cunt squeezing his dick and his desperation showing up. he couldn't, so he tried to pull out before he came, first because he wasn't coming inside of you without your consent and second because he wanted to make you come first.

but his ideas shattered when your arms did not allowed him to pull out, your head desperately denying before saying "please come inside, i need to come with you, please" it took him literally 8 seconds and almost 10 thrusts to come after that, the feeling of his warm dick softening inside of your while he rode his orgasm out making you come in his hand and around his cock. "goddam it" you whispered, your hands falling from his arms and resting on his waist, throwing your head behind while he was hiding his face in your neck, slowly kissing your chest while you both came down from your high and regulated your breath.

it didn't take him 2 seconds to kiss your lips when you looked at him afterwards, accepting the sweet kiss the boy was giving you and moaning at the feeling of his dick leaving your pussy, the emptiness coming back while your cunt clenched around nothing.

"how are you feeling?" he asked you softly, fixing your swimsuit and cupping your face with his right hand while his foxy eyes looked at yours.

"that was amazing, i had a while needing something like that" you laughed and he did too.

"that makes two of us" he reassured and then spoke again "are you taking pills or do you need me to get you something?"

"i'm okay, no worries, i got it" after that y'all just came out of the pool, not really into class anymore and tbh who would be? you went to change back to your regular clothes and you just know he followed you behind and went in the changing room with you.

that's how you both ended up making out, again, and how you took his number to hit him up if you ever needed anothed lesson. it really didn't have to be a swimming one tho.

[writingdotcoffee]

Writing Challenge: Fast Drafting

Fast drafting, or vomit drafting, is a pretty self-explanatory approach to writing. You try to get the first draft down as fast as you can. Contrary to what the name suggests, it's not all about speed (or, well, indigestion).

In this post, we'll go over the benefits of fast drafting and why you should try it at least once.

Why Fast Draft?

Although you write faster than usual when fast drafting, speed isn't the point. For most writers, speed isn't a concern at all. Who cares whether it took you three, six or nine months to finish your book?

The problem many writers face is getting bogged down and never finishing at all. You probably heard the stats before. Nine out of ten writers who start working on a book will never finish the first draft.

Often, the issue isn't time or energy. These aspiring authors are paralysed by self doubt, second-guessing everything.

I still remember my first attempt at writing a novel. I spent weeks writing and rewriting the first few paragraphs — about 700 words. And that's it. I never got beyond that.

It starts by going back to edit stuff — rephrasing a few sentences here and there. Any bigger issue you can't fix right away will gnaw on you. Suddenly, you've got this feeling simmering inside of you that the story won't work.

You go back to your outline and start moving things around. Maybe you killed the sidekick too early? Isn't the build-up too predictable? Ugh! The whole thing is a mess, and you don't want to be working on it anymore.

How Fast Drafting Works?

The goal is to keep your mind focused on making progress. You don't want to give it a chance to second-guess anything until you've finished the first draft.

It's surprisingly difficult to do if you haven't done it before.

Your first draft will be a mess. All first drafts are. But you will have to ignore that and keep ploughing ahead. Your inner perfectionist will be in agony.

To stay disciplined, many writers don't allow themselves to fix anything. Mistyped a word? It stays in. No exceptions.

Editing is a slippery slope. You fix a typo here and there. Next, you're fixing the odd structural issue, moving a few paragraphs around. Before you know it, you're outlining again, wondering whether you should rather kill the sidekick in chapter 24.

That said, a messy first draft can be a blessing. Instead of seeing your first draft as this seemingly polished thing, you see it for the mess that it is. No matter how much you edit during the first draft, it will never be perfect.

When you start editing, you'll fix the typos and obvious issues. That will help you get into the flow and be ready to tackle the big things next.

The Editing Lock

Writing Analytics (the app that I built) has a thing called the editing lock. When you enable it, you won't be able to delete anything from your draft.

Every time I use it, I'm surprised just how much I go back to edit stuff. It's so helpful.

It was a suggestion from one of the readers of the blog a while ago (massive thank you 🙏).

If you'd like to try it, the app is free for everyone for the first two weeks.

The Challenge

Spend an hour or more this week fast-drafting a story. Come up with an idea and stick to it until the end — no matter what. Put the editing lock on if you're struggling and crush all the self-doubt that comes up with a steamroller.

I set up a challenge where you can write along with me (and others):

https://app.writinganalytics.co/challenge/646c860be7b6ddfbda016a9c

[the-pen-pot]

Oooh fic writer asks! Would love to know your answers to 8 & 17 please 🙏

Ohhh, thank you, @hagstoned. Here you go! If anyone else is interested, questions are here:

#8 If you had to write a sequel to a fic, you’d write one for…

Hiraeth, probably. It was so plotty that I didn't give Merlin much chance to bring much modern back to Camelot (apart from some plumbing) and I'd love to have him show the others his memories of London and things. In fact I have loads of little ideas for extras to Hiraeth that would take place after the story. Just... no time in which to write them 🤣

#17 talk about your writing and editing process

Sit. Write 🤣 I'm a pantser. Planning is actively detrimental to my creative process. But more below the cut cos it got long:

So what basically happens is, Monday to Friday, I peel myself out of bed, get the first cup oif about eight cups of tea, and then I sit at my computer and write in the morning. This is normally 3-4 hours of writing, in which I manage maybe 3000 words (on a good day it's more, but that doesn't always happen.)

I use 4thewords, which means I gamify my writing. You beat monsters with your wordcount. It's quite good, because even on a bad day you can feel accomplished.

Editing is a five-ish read-through process, with one read through occuring per day (mostly). It's done on printed out copies because I cannot catch mistakes on-screen

Edit 1: Plot edit. Is the story going in the right direction? Am I happy enough with it? (perfection isn't the goal. We are aiming for "good enough" ebcause perfection is unobtainable.)

(It's after this edit that I post chapters in my drafts section on patreon)

When I'm happy with the plot I use an echo checker to highlight words, because sometimes I get one stuck in my head and repeat it five times in a chapter and it makes my writing look weird.

Edit 2: Grammar, punctuation. Hinky wording edit. I'm looking more at the technical aspect and trying to catch as many mistakes as possible ready for...

Edit 3: Print out chapter, mix up the pages so its all out of order. Start at the bottom of the page. Read the last paragraph forwards. Then the preceding one etc. This is the typos edit. It helps me catch missing words etc. It's a bastard. I hate it. I want to skip it every time, but I always end up catching things so I never do.

Edit 4: An all-over edit. Just a straight read-through to check it's as good as I'd like it to be. Look for typos I may have introduced in previous edits.

This is where I post "finished" chapters on Patreon.

Edit 5: Usually occurs a week after edit 4, with my current posting schedule. This is hte pre-AO3 edit. My brain's had time to forget it's seen these precise words in this precise order.

Read through one more time. Invariably find at least one more typo. Cry. Fix it.

Post on AO3

Despite all that, there will still be errors in chapters on AO3 which I will find, months or even years later, and be deeply ashamed of!

[rhettsgirll]

Ranchers Ballad- Rhett Abbott x Reader

Guys…I wrote two fics in two days,burn out is gonna catch me one day soon and I fear that. 😭

Warnings - Alcohol mention,Maria. (I HATE HER AND IDK WHY),poorly written fanfic in general,ignore typos I swear I tried to proofread 🙏🙏

You softly pick at your banjo before adjusting the amp and repeating the process. You’re in a small bluegrass band from West Virginia. Every summer you chase gigs around the country trying to finally get big. That gig chasing is how you found yourself in a rural pub in Wyoming. The bands truck was having an issue so you all stopped in Wabang to get it fixed,and managed to pick up a gig at the local bar. It’s filled with stenson-wearing,sun burn having,ranchers and farmers. Not what you’re used to seeing really,it’s a bit more like home than the city lights of Seattle or Portland. A fellow member of your band,Fae,chats up a few of the men standing by the stage as she assembles her clarinet. Popping the reed in her mouth as she lets her tongue wind around it,giggling at the men’s jokes. You glance away from her and back down at the ground,she’s always had more luck with guys. Have that be in highschool or after,you were always the recluse and shy one,she was the perfect beach blonde with perfect skin and a stunning smile. Somehow your hair never seemed to lay right,somehow you always managed to have a bit of acne,and you had slightly crooked teeth. You finish tuning your banjo as the bar’s doorbell rings for the upmost time this evening,you glance up and are greeted by a dark blonde,almost brunette,broad shouldered cowboy. The rest of your band files on stage,you sit on a barstool on the back of the stage,a small mic infront of you. You glance at the broad cowboy again,ordering a drink,leaning against the bar. An average sized woman with dark brown hair and dark brown eyes walks up to him and slides into the bar stool next to him. Your small smile drops from your face as you see this,by now the main singer of the group has introduced you all and you begin to softly pick at your banjo,music breaking forth from it.

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Rhett looks over Maria,staring directly at you. The way the light hits your hair,somehow after months on the road,you still look as fresh as a spring flower. You wear a white cotton dress that goes to your mid thighs with a few Lacey details. You wear worn brown cowboy boots with a thread-bare baby pink ribbon tied to the back tongue of the boots. Rhett is immediately intranced by you and your swift picking of your banjo,the metal fingertip covers are firmly tightened around your up-most knuckle. He sips on his drink,ignoring Maria’s advance to get beneath his buckle “Sorry Maria I’m just…not into that stuff…” Rhett mumbles as Maria traces on his arm. “Cmon….” Maria coos softly. “Maria. No.” Rhett repeats and stands up. He settles into a seat nearer to you,staring an awe as your hands first few songs end. You glance over to your side and catch Rhett’s eye,blood rushes to his ears as you catch eachothers eyes. You turn your attention back to your banjo as your band starts their final song.

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After the song finishes,you reload your banjo back into its case and stand outside while Fae and the other members go to the local mechanical store to pick up the bands truck while you watch everyone’s instruments and equipment. Suddenly the bar door opens and the tall cowboy steps out,catching your eye than quickly glancing down. “Hi…” he says softly,taking in your features in more detail. “Hey..” you smile back at him,taking in the rugged look he has. He tilts his head as he catches your accent “You’re not from here are you?” He asks. You shake your head and explain you’re from West Virginia. He leans against the doorframe and asks “Why’re you in town?” He asks “What’s so interesting about Wabang?” He asks. You softly fiddle with the handle on Fae’s clarinet case and avoid eye contact “we kinda chase gigs around the US…keep trying to get big…” Rhett smiles softly and was about to speak before your phone begins to ring. It’s Fae. “Fae?” You quip. Fae sighs “our truck ain’t gonna be done till atleast the end of next week…” Your eyes widen “That’s a week and a half!” Your voice shakes. Fae sighs “I know…we’re staying at the motel in town…we got a taxi…try and catch a ride” Faes phone occasionally cuts out,god she needs a new one badddd. You hang up and tilt your head against the cold brick,letting it cool your warm skin. That sends a shock through Rhett,looking at the way your nose shifts as you sigh and the soft whine you let out. “Truck isn’t gonna be ready until the end of next week…” you explain. Rhett looks shocked and furrows his brows “You need a ride?” Rhett asks and you nod as you look at all the equipment. “Cmon.” Rhett says,already grabbing equipment. You watch as he hauls the speakers into the back of his truck,watching his muscles ripple underneath his dark green shirt. You slide your banjo in next to the speakers,standing on the end of the truck bed. Rhett grabs your hips and lifts you off the truck and back onto the concrete. He closes the truck bed door and opens the passenger door,even though you can get up yourself,Rhett picks you up and into the passenger seat. Rhett than closes the door and heads over to the driver side. He offers you his finger,you take it,easily wrapping your entire hand around his pointer finger. “Ready Belle?” Rhett asks,your brows furrow confused. “Belle? That’s not my name” Rhett snorts “Like a southern Belle,hun” The realization hits you as you understand and nod softly. A wave of sleepiness hits you as the AC turns on and the hum of the engine fills the silence. You slowly let yourself fall deeper and deeper into sleep. You end up curled up in the front seat of Rhett’s truck,he tucks his denim jacket to your body to keep you warm as he drives you to the motel,specifically taking the long way just so he can spend more time with you,because being a bull rider and you being a musician,your schedules are unpredictable and there’s a chance he’ll never see you again. And that haunts his conscious.

[blanketorghost]

Instructions unclear. Now Yuu thinks he has to risk his life every time he wants a kiss from Azul 😌

HEHEHEHE AzuYuu masquerade kiss >:^)

As I said before this is a scene of a certain fanfic that's written from Yuu's POV but since I'm insane I took a small snippet and wrote Azul's perspective <3

Full thing under cut✨️

Azul clicks his tongue in disapproval, crossing his arms once more as his eyes scan Yuu's body for more injuries. So far, nothing else was visible. "Isn't Grim worried?"

Maybe if he changed his approach, Yuu would willingly give up some information. He wasn't even sure that would work either. Yuu had this way of frustratingly weaving around the subject of himself that almost felt natural to him. Even in nights when they slept over, and Azul poured his heart out to Yuu as he laid on his lap despite his brain telling him not to, Yuu never reciprocated with the same openness save for one time. He trusted Yuu. He really, truly did. But he knew deep down Yuu didn't trust him back. It was partially his fault and he knew that, but no matter how much he pried and dug into him, Yuu just seemed to slip further and further away from him.

... Why?

Interrupting Azul's line of thought, Yuu speaks again. He looks down with a small smile and tugs at the edges of his shirt, fiddling with his cufflinks. Would it hurt him to look him in the eye? "I just told him I'd get some cool scars in return. It really isn't that big of a deal."

Azul bites his lips. He didn't expect much in the first place, but he'd hoped to get some leverage by bringing up the little direbeast. He was the closest to Yuu, arguably knowing him the best. The fact that his worries were quelled by something so simple made Azul's blood boil. He thought, if anyone, Grim would be the most fussy about Yuu's wellbeing.

Obvously, that wasn't the case. But no matter, Azul would make up for the two of them if only to prevent Yuu from doing anything as stupid again.

With a deep breath, Azul steels himself and looks down once more at Yuu's hands, which are still stubbornly toying with the buttons at his cuffs. A part of himself wants to reach out and button them just for the sake of stopping his fidgeting.

Another, more impulsive side of his, just wants to take Yuu's hands instead and hold them close.

"...If anything, I'm more embarrassed at the trouble I caused the tailors per this wardrobe malfunction." Yuu continues his line of thought, and Azul feels his heart drop.

Did Yuu really think that? How could he, when his arms were wrapped in bandages and were stained by ointment? Did Yuu simply not care? Did the burns not hurt, or the bruises left by the scuffle make him uncomfortable in any way? Azul refused to believe that.

In a flash, Azul's memories from the fight came back to him. The smell of smoke and ash crawling up his nostrils and burning his lungs in a way he had never experienced before at sea. The suffocating weight of his clothes and the bright, garridh flowers creeping towards him from every corner. The quiver of his legs and the numbness on his fingertips as each and every spell he cast became weaker than the last, all the while Rollo stood there, mocking his ever weakening magic. Then, Yuu, somehow, appeared and grabbed Rollo from behind. The flames lapped at his skin, caught and burned his sleeves, and the oppressive heat made it hard for Azul to breathe, yet Yuu seemed to handle everything just fine as he wrangled Rollo into submission.

He wanted to scream, to run out and do something, anything to help Yuu out, but before he was able to cast a single space or utter a word, Malleus had already landed the final shot and Yuu had rung the bell, killing those dreaded flowers in an instant.

Had it hurt?

It must've. After all, Yuu's entire entire forearm wad tightly bandaged up. Yet he laughed nonchalantly in relief, pulled Azul into a tight hug and praised his bravery in battle without a single complaint. Sevens, he even asked him if he was hurt!

And the worst part was that Azul didn't notice it. He did notice the burnt fabric and torned up sash, of course. But how could he not tell Yuu was injured in the first place?

"Is that it?" Azul swallows and tries to keep his voice from breaking. How could he not notice? "Do you think that's the only thing to care about? A... a wardrobe malfunction?"

"Is rhere anything to else to care about?" Yuu shrugs, and Azul can feel all three off his hearts being ripped apart from his chest. He could've died! The risk Yuu took back then could've killed him, and Azul wouldn't have been able to do anything about it. He couldn't have. Even when his brain screamed at him back then to cast a water spell when he saw Yuu's garments catch aflame, or when he saw Rollo's fury being redirected at Yuu— completely disarmed and magicless, his body completely froze up.

He could've lost him.

"I—" Azul's voice is caught in his throat in frustration as he surges forward to grab at Yuu's collar with an angry, concerned gaze. "Are you not hearing yourself?! I-... I don't know how you can be so dense- no, willingly ignorant of what I'm trying to say. Of what I need you to understand."

"W-what... are you trying to say?" Yuu whispers, and the merman can easily discern in the dark how Yuu's cheeks brighten up with a furious flush.

Was it not obvious? Was it really not? Even when Azul's chest felt tight and tears pricked his eyes, didn't Yuu realize how much valuable he was to him? What did he even have to do to make Yuu understand how important— no, vital he was to everyone in NRC, so much so that no harm should've come his way in the first place?

"Yuu..." Azul lets out a small growl, clenching his fists and tugging at the fabric, and Yuu gulps. His voice breaks, and he has to stop himself from talking anymore lest he starts crying— a feeling he had so desperately tried to avoid ever since he left the Coral sea.

Slowly, he lifts up a hand and cups Yuu's cheek. One that just hald an hour ago was covered in soot and ash from the fire. Azul shakes a little, lowering his gaze to the floor for a second, struggling to get the image out of his head.

With a deep breath, he lifts his face back up to look at Yuu's face once more, studying his features carefully. His mauve eyes, one of which had eyeshadow half applied. To his nose, with only a dot of highlighter dusted on and yet to be blended. To his cheeks, which held a vivid natural blush that no makeup product could ever achieve. To the three moles at the corner of his face and the small triangle they formed. His hair, loosely braided with a small golden ribbon weaved between it. His neck, decorated with a black velvet choker that almost hid the way his throat bobbed up and down. Azul allows his eyes to roam as much as they wished, taking in every detail, every single mark, pore and strand of hair, committing everything to memory. After all, what if this was the last time they saw each other? What if the next stunt Yuu pulled would be the last one?

Azul feels his eyes well up at the mere thought and he has to look back down, pitifully trying to calm himself down despite the situation, but it is just too much for him.

How could he make Yuu understand? How could he even put these feelings into words when just trying to scramble the words inside his head was enough to make him want to hide and cry in his octopot for days?

The only thing he knew for certain, though, is that he no longer wanted to have Yuu out of his sight. Feelings or crushes be damned. It was too risky to stay away if the result was to never see Yuu again.

So, he takes a long breath. Shaky and deliberate, then surges forward. His lips press against Yuu's. First hesitantly, then his contact becomes more firm as he gains more confidence.

[sanb3rry]

hi hi hi can i please request a kuina (aib) x reader fic where kuina does the readers make up🙏🙏

kiss and makeup !

in which you let your darling gf practice her makeup on you.

cw : ooc! kuina, set after leaving borderland, typos (maybe)

kuina glanced at you through the mirror as you were sitting on the bed and scrolling on your phone.

"can i do your makeup?" she looked at you with bright eyes.

"what? you want to do my makeup?" you looked back at her and saw her nod her head. "alright" you sighed.

you got up and sat on her vanity's chair. "hm, i think this shade would look good on you, what do you think?" she said referring to the lipstick shes holding.

"if you think so, it probably would." you hummed. she giggled as she turned the chair. "you're so pretty." she smiled.

you could feel your face getting hot, "thank you." you whispered. "you're welcome, pretty." she replied as she got done with applying the lipstick.

"it does look really good shade on you." she mused. you picked up an eyeliner, "you think you can put this on me?" you asked.

"ooh! yea." she sat on your lap and winked, "for precision." she said and took you eyeliner from you.

you were trying to not explode from how your face was to yours, also doesn't help that she's so pretty.

you glanced at her lips once,

twice,

thrice,

"do you wanna kiss me that badly?" she chuckled.

"you noticed?" you sucked in a breath as she moved closer, your lips so close to hers. "yea." she said and kissed you. the eyeliner had been long forgotten as she put her arms around your shoulder and pulled you closer.

she tasted like cherries, you thought. it felt like minutes had gone by before she pulled away. "your lipstick is smudged." she giggled as she uses her thumb to fix it.

"i dont mind." you replied breathlessly as you put your head on her. she played with your hair, and in that moment you knew that you really really liked her.

© sanb3rry2023

[inkwingsinc]

Question round (I love these so much)

1. What made you decide to become a writer? (was it always something you knew you wanted to do or did it come to you later on in life.)

2. What was your favourite genre’s growing up? (could be a genre from movies or books)

3. What is your proofreading process like?

4. How do you stay motivated in your writing process?

That’s it for my question round 😂.

ps. Any chance for an update this week? 🙏 ❤️

This is so cute omg, thank you for the questions I love them too! <3333

I didn't really decide to be a writer, it just became a hobby organically in childhood. I wrote my first "story" at age 6 because I was obsessed with R.L. Stine kid's horror stories and the "Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark" series (and at age 8 I got in trouble for bringing my mom's Stephen King books to class LOL). It's always something I've just kind of *done*. I work in an unrelated field to publishing but I write a lot for work, so I think the hobby has served me well outside of stories, too.

Horror!!!! Scifi and fantasy were a close second in a cozy lil tie. In young adulthood I got really into romance which had some uhhhhh interesting interactions with my previous predilections

My proofreading process is chaotic and 100% novice. I write like a demon on crack for the first draft, and then a day or so later I'll sweep through it with a blowtorch and do a hack-job of copy-pasting entire passages into the order I want them. I catch myself switching tenses OFTEN because the tense I imagine stories in is different than the tense I write in (so there are quite a few typos I'll have to fix on the back end when I complete my fics/stories). Also I get "sticky" on certain words. I keep trying to put the word "ameliorate" in damn near everything I write and I have to go back and beat myself with a stick to remove it from appearing 3000 times (I think I may have been successful so far...)

Motivation? I don't know her *cries* This might be an unpopular answer but for me writing is an entirely passive process. My imagination runs laps around my actual writing speed so a lot of it is just me sitting in front of my laptop and being Tortured By Visions until I'm satisfied. This has unfortunately led me to take long hiatuses from stories (RIP Sanguine Witch est. 2018) because if my mind isn't chewing on it, the words don't come.

BONUS: I am trying to update tomorrow but I'm a horrible little gremlin that keeps deleting paragraphs. I appreciate everyone's patience <3

[crystallizsch]

HANG ON THERE WAS A TYPO-

I accidentally put your twice, so here's a fixed version lol ♡

IT’S FINE HDGSJHD I HONESTLY DIDNT EVEN NOTICE IT 😭😭😭 BUT THANK YOU AGAIN 💖💖🙏🙏

[normanbased]

“feebly ask on date” and “ask completely inappropriate question” for the. sims prompts thingy

THANK GOD YOU ASKED THE ONES I WANTED THE MOST 💥😭🙏 BRAIN CONNECTION doing the first one first and the second one uhhh second but I’ll make a separate post for it :]] (as usual, if you see any typos or mistakes, no you didn’t 💕)

Feebly Ask on a Date

There was a fetid little crush beginning to fester in Norman’s heart.

He didn’t think it was possible to fall so strongly for another person like this, especially for someone as rebellious as you. Mother didn’t like troublemakers, and Norman knew better than to develop feelings for passing strangers.

But knowing better didn’t always mean following Mother’s expectations. His urges were difficult to control, as were those undeniable, blossoming revelations of love beginning to bubble up inside of him.

He couldn’t bare it. The very thought of you made his heart race so fast that he could hardly stand upright. It was so nauseating in fact, that he couldn’t even spy on you anymore without feeling faint. He was the definition of lovesick. He wanted to be with you, absolutely he wanted to - but… he couldn’t quite overcome those awful nerves...

Regardless, his obsession was growing fast. He didn’t want you to leave, ever. He would find a way to make you stay somehow. If he couldn’t, well, he would cross that bridge when he got to it — if it came down to that.

In the meantime, Norman had to build up his courage. He couldn’t very well ask you to be with him if he couldn’t even bare to see you.

He spent the afternoons upstairs in his bedroom, pacing back and forth and practicing his romantic proposals on the only friend willing to put up with his antics — his stuffed rabbit.

“It’s a nice day, isn’t it?” He stuttered. “W-Would you want to, um-… No, I can do better, let me try again.”

He’d been trying over and over to figure out what to say. He wanted to get it perfect, so that there would be no room for rejection. His confidence was paper thin, but he was sure that there was a strong, assertive version of himself in there somewhere. He just had to release it.

Norman turned away and counted to ten in his head. When he turned back around, he planted both hands firmly on the bed and leaned in close.

“Do you wanna have dinner with me?” He leered as seductively as he could, whispering right into the flopped ear of his rabbit.

The rabbit slumped down, dragged by the gravitational pull of secondhand embarrassment.

Ugh.

He smacked his hands over his face in a red flush of humiliation, and shot off to the other side of the room to pace feverishly. He couldn’t hold back his groans, horrified by the sound of his own awkward, terribly unsexy voice.

This wasn’t going to work.

“God,” he lamented, sitting on the edge of his bed. “What am I thinking?”

He held his head in his hands. He laid down onto his side and looked into the black, glassy eyes of his stuffed companion.

“I’m not ready for this, am I?”

The rabbit’s eyes glinted with sympathy in the light of the lowering sun.

“D’you think I might be worrying too much?” Norman questioned, before smiling weakly. “Maybe… you’re right. Maybe I should just go for it.”

He nodded to himself bravely.

“Do you think I can do it?”

His rabbit didn’t move or speak, but it’s solemn little face gave Norman a glimmer of hope.

He could do it.

Before he had even registered what he’d done, he was standing outside of your cabin door, having just knocked it with excitable vigour. He brushed down his sweater with nervous hands, and fixed the collar on his shirt.

He waited for you to open the door, his heart thumping like mad. He could hear your footsteps approaching, and the handle rattled. Norman wrung his hands together fretfully, saying nothing as you opened the door to him with a surprised smile.

“Evening, Norman.” You grinned, leaning into the door frame. “Where’ve you been? I feel like I haven’t seen you in days.”

Norman looked down at the decking. The floorboards seemed so far away. He felt himself swaying like a skyscraper in a storm. His breath was held tightly, and he had to close his throat to stop himself from being sick all over his shoes.

He didn’t want to do this anymore.

He’d built himself up back in the house. He’d mustered up so much courage to march out here and knock on your door. But now that he was here in front of your cabin, in front of you, Norman’s head began to spin so fast he feared that it might twist right off. He couldn’t look at you, he couldn’t speak.

He had to get out of here, back to the house before he fainted.

“Why don’t you come in?” You said, before he had the chance to flee.

He looked at you then, eyes bordering on wild. His mouth was dry, and when his lips parted to speak, nothing came out besides a hiccuped stutter. He clenched his jaw shut and shook his head, swallowing feverishly in the hopes it would wrench his voice free.

You watched him curiously, amused by his strange behaviour. You gestured wordlessly with your arm to invite Norman inside again, but he didn’t move. It was as though he were glued stuck to the decking.

Norman knew he couldn’t run away now without looking like the biggest fool in the world, but he couldn’t do this. He couldn’t. What was he thinking? He had to get away right now, he had to, he—

“Hi.” He choked out.

What the hell was he doing now?

“Hi, Norman.” You said back in a slow, curious voice. “Did you need something?”

There was a little, amused smirk on your lips. He didn’t know whether to be assured by it or offended.

“Um… S-Sorry for uh, bothering you like this.” He muttered.

His hands were shaking like crazy, and he tried to squeeze them tightly to each other to make the shaking stop.

“Oh, that’s alright.” You reassure him. “I wasn’t doing anything anyway. It’s good to see you.”

You were happy to see him? Oh, God.

“Really? Oh, well that’s… that’s great.”

A long beat of silence passed before Norman thought to speak again.

“Well, I just t-thought I should come and ask if you were free later, and m-m-maybe if you wanted to eat. If you wanted to eat dinner, I mean. Because I was-… I was thinking of making some d-dinner, and I wanted to know if you wanted to uh, oh…”

No, that wasn’t good enough.

“uh, no, sorry- I um, if you had some spare… some spare time-… some…”

You’ve fucked it up, haven’t you?

His head was pounding now. He was going to pass out if he didn’t find a way to ground himself quickly.

You seemed to notice his unsteadiness, and before you could ask him what was the matter, his legs were suddenly giving out beneath him.

Before he could drop to the ground, you caught his lanky form tightly in your arms, and slowly lowered him to rest against the outer wall of the cabin. He stayed there, dazed and lightheaded, while you patted his cheek and tried to snap him out of it.

You tended to him for a while with a wet cloth on his forehead, and slowly helped him sip down a glass of water to soothe his dry throat. Once he was sufficiently calmed, you sat beside him, and the two of you looking out towards the low sunset on the horizon of the highway.

The crickets chirped away in the distance. The birds flocked across the purpling sky to roost in the sparse trees. The desert road that had been baking in the sun all day smelled sweetly of tarmac and dust.

Norman’s chest wasn’t thrumming with anxiety anymore, not now that your shoulders were pressed together, and your hand was lazily placed atop his. He turned to look at you, but you were still gazing off pensively at the thin red line of sun.

“Hello.” He said without stuttering.

Let’s try this again.

“Hi, Norman.” You smiled. “You wanted to ask me something?”

Yes.

He nodded with a gentle smile, and pondered his next move. Your thumb stroked the back of his hand affectionately. The fading sunlight still lingered in the warmth of your eyes.

He could do it.

He rested his cheek on your shoulder and you leaned into him, closing your eyes and feeling a gentle blush creep onto your face. His free hand loosely tangled itself into the fabric of your button-up.

“Would you like to have dinner with me tonight?”

You let out a relieved laugh and nodded.

“Absolutely.”

You let out a relieved laugh and nodded.

“Absolutely.”

[aturnoftheearth]

i could fix that typo but i laughed too hard at my own mistake so it’s staying. unlike castiel 😔 rest in peace baby 🙏🫶

[spilling-blood]

This is me to you rn😌

Ahhhh 💜🙏 I saw you left a comment I am going on a nature walk and stuff so I will read it later but I gave it a lil peek (when I went to go fix typos 😔). I'm so so happy I have brought you joy 🙏💜

[ckret2]

I feel really bad for Bill :( I can sorta relate. I'm nonbinary and autistic. I feel like an alien stuck in some weird gross avatar.

Also, I found a couple typos in your recent chapter

-Even if it wasn't safe to

escape yet, he needed to breath.

-Ford laughed wryly. "Unfortunately

accurate." *

I think it's supposed to have a semicolon? Maybe a comma. I could be wrong though.

Even though I'm writing Bill in a bizarre sci-fi scenario, I appreciate when folks find his experience relatable. 🙏 The situation may be made up but the emotions are real.

First typo fixed, thank you! Second one isn't a typo, I'm not using "Ford laughed wryly" as an attributive tag; it's just a separate sentence. But I appreciate the check!