#I deleted all of this on accident on my writing app

[mikeyisbrooklyn]

Mostly using this as an opportunity to promise the class that I have been working like a good noodle, I swear

Price regretted vocalizing how much he missed paperwork. He knew he would be behind upon his return, but as he limped into his office, he had two stacks of papers so high it swayed in response to any nearby movement. And this was apparently the leftovers after Simon tried to keep it from building up in his absence.

“Glad to ‘ave you back.” Simon grunted, as he held Price’s office door open for him. The warmth in Simon’s voice would be imperceptible to anyone else, but Price caught it. “Don’t croak anytime soon, I don’t want to even think about all this red tape you work with again, let alone handle it.”

“Not so easy being Captain, is it?” Price joked back as he went to sit in his chair slowly.

“That’s why they pay you the big bucks.”

Price let out a single rueful chuckle, knowing how untrue that was—at least, compared with all the shit he had to clean up. Speaking of, he had work to do…

He managed to be both the last to arrive and the first to exit the small party celebrating his return from leave. No one, except McTavish, was thick enough to try to keep him longer—but even the Scot let him slide away after seeing the look of pure exhaustion in Price’s eyes. He didn’t even get half of what he wanted to get done and Price knew that with each day back the more would pile on. That was the nature of the job, even if he couldn’t hit the field, the fight never ends. Price half-heartedly shambled to his room for the first time since getting back to base—not even having entered the room upon arriving with Gaz offering to take his things there for him—and laid down in his bed without even disrobing in a paltry attempt to sleep.

Though being fully clothed didn’t help, the real ailment that kept his eyes was the nagging voice in the back of his head. The one telling him how far behind he already was and would continue to be if he didn’t shape up. It didn’t matter that it was only his first day back, it didn’t matter that if it were any of the 141 or anyone else he would call them mad for thinking they could fill a two month gap in a day, it didn’t matter that he was specifically put on desk duty to not exert himself. All Price could hear in his head was how everyone’s tone with him since his injury had skated on caution, and all he could see were the carefully formed faces of professional soldiers that he could still clock as worried when they didn’t think he was looking.

Liability

Price shot up in bed so fast he thought he might get nauseous. Again. That’s been happening too much. He shook his head and ignored the brief pain of getting up on his leg too fast. Price knew he ought to get some rest, but he also hated being behind more than he hated being tired; despite his better judgment, Price slunk back to his office as the dusk turned to twilight.

The rising sun tried and failed to shine a light into Price’s office, as it was blocked from window entry by his drawn curtains. Price sprung up from his desk with a shout at the knock from his door; and if the top sheet from a stack of paperwork was stuck to his face as he did, then that was between him and his maker.

Seven Sentence Sunday

I was tagged by @loki-is-my-kink-awakening! Thanks for the tag!

Selkie Lamb

Aiden looks dubious, but he doesn't voice whatever argument Lambert can see is on his tongue. He doesn't bring up Lambert's predicament again at all until they've settled down that evening and have begun eating by their campfire. "You should winter with me," Aiden says, eyes pleading as he stares across the fire at Lambert. "The thought of you going back there, after what they did... Come with me to the caravan. You'll be welcome there." Lambert's still reeling with a confusing mess of emotions, and for all that he doesn't blame anyone but Rennes and Vesemir, he wants very badly to never feel the cold of Kaer Morhen ever again. "Alright," he says.

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[sweetiecutie]

Pairing: dark! König x fem! Reader

Warnings: yandere behavior, obsession, stalking, gaslighting, drugging, kidnapping. This is only fiction! Never tolerate creepy behavior

A/n: so this has been sitting in my drafts for a while so I decided to finish it as a part of writing event. I’m so proud of this one, like omg, look at me being a writer😆

Your head hurt. That was the first thing you registered as you started to slowly regain consciousness. Your face scrunched up in a grimace of pain as you let out a soft groan, your throat sore, only increasing your discomfort.

You tried to raise your hands to rub on your eyes in attempt to soothe the stinginess - point word - tried. You very soon found that your movements had been restricted by something that felt very much like rope. And not only your hands - your legs were bound tightly together at your knees and ankles, not allowing you to move.

- You’re awake now? - soft voice droned on, making you tense up impossibly more. The most terrifying thing was that you knew exactly who this voice belonged to.

You squinted into direction from which the sound came, your vision still blurry and hazy from the drug. Thankfully, the room was dark, small lamp on the bedside table was the only source of soft yellow light. You could only perceive a bulky figure sitting on a chair not too far from you, piercing blue eyes gazed at you unblinking.

- König..? What’s going on? - you asked, your voice was hoarse and weak from long lack of usage.

Suddenly, memories flashed before your eyes; it was late evening - about 11 pm - as you were walking towards convenience store not so far from your apartment.

You had been in a state of constant desolation lately - days were bleak and boring, blurring into one with their unchanging routine, sending you in deeper state of depression.

Breakup with your boyfriend took a toll on you. You loved König, you really did. Considered spending your life with him, even. But the longer your relationship lasted, the more of real him you saw - controlling, obsessive, manipulative.

It all started out small - constant checking in, questions about your whereabouts and your company, him following accompanying you wherever possible. Surely, it restricted your freedom, but König didn’t mean anything bad! He was just worried for you, concerned about your safety! Is that so bad?

So you let it slip. You overlooked his more controlling tendencies, agreed to giving him passwords to all your social media even, so König could make sure that “no freaks were texting you”. It unnerved you, but he didn’t mean anything bad, did he? He was just being a good caring boyfriend!

And it was like an avalanche. Constant calls and messages, controlling what you were wearing, unwillingness to leave you alone even for a few minutes - that and many other things made a list of what your boyfriend did, only adding to your anxiety. But you tolerated it all, because you loved him. Once, digging through your phone you found something that looked very much like a tracking app. You were outraged. But when you asked König about it - rather aggressively - he just blinked at you with wide innocent blue eyes, saying that maybe you installed it on accident? You know all these bots nowadays, you can never be safe online now. But you know that he would never do something like that, right? How could you even think of something like that?! König was genuinely offended, and you naturally hastened to apologize for your unwise accusations, trying to make it up to him. Deleting this app seemed to be impossible, though, no matter how many times you tried.

Last drop was, however, when König nearly blew out your best friend’s front door, threatening them to keep away from you. “This bitch is putting some fucked up ideas about me into your head” - was his reasoning. And that was it - hell was set free. You had an ugly shouting marathon for hours to no end, with lots of tears and profanities, ending up with a harsh breakup and you blocking König everywhere, cutting him off completely.

And since then you haven’t spoken a word to him. Of course, he came to your apartment countless times, sent numerous gifts and bouquets of your favorite flowers, practically begging for forgiveness. But you knew better than that - it happened before, and even if you forgave him this time, in a few months time everything would be just as it was before.

At present, you were walking down a sidewalk, asphalt damp under your shoes from recent rain. You needed to get some groceries, since your fridge was just as empty as your stomach; and this late of an hour promised as little people around as possible, saving you from unfavorable company of men.

Just as you rounded a corner - a pair of huge strong arms - obviously male - seized your sensibly smaller body; a weird-smelling cloth was pressed tightly over your mouth and nose. In your panicked state you tried to fight back, not registering your own breathing, inhaling lungfuls of drug. Darkness filled your vision rapidly as dizziness overcame all your senses. You felt consciousness quickly slipping away from you, neon lights of convenience store shone brightly before your eyes still.

Panic seized your throat and it was becoming harder to breathe - you tugged and pulled on rough ropes around your limbs, trying to either snap them or slip out of tight confines, thrashing around the mattress relentlessly. König didn’t do anything, just watched you silently with his icy orbs from his spot, not exactly amused nor impressed by your behavior. Very soon fatigue took over your already exhausted body, you lay motionless once again, panting heavily as you glared at König’s dark form, vision still unfocused from the drug.

- Drop that. I made sure knots are tight, - he said coldly, continuing to observe you with a sharp stare of a hawk.

You just glared silently, trying to catch your breath. Your body felt heavy - extremely so, as if every limb was made out of lead and not flesh and bone; moving as much as one finger seemed harder than anything and you wondered how you managed to thrash around in the first place. Your head was aching irritably, not allowing you to think clearly - it had to be the side effect of whatever that was König made you inhale previously.

- König, do you realize what you did? - you managed to choke out, panic crashing over you in waves as realization of your current situation finally hit you. Hot tears streamed down your face as you tried to breathe evenly, but it did little to calm you down.

König just leaned in, cupping the side of your face with one of his huge hands, his thumb swiped under your eye, wiping salty tears away with calloused fingertip. You closed your eyes, averting your face from his touch. And oh, he didn’t like it.

König gripped bottom part of your face, force of his grip squeezed your cheeks together as he turned your head forcibly towards himself, making you squeal quietly as you faced him.

- You tried to leave me. And you are very dear to me. I can’t let this happen, - König explained, his voice calm, alarmingly calm. His scarred lips were pressed into a thin pale line, giving a little clue of his rage.

It was another side of him, completely different from what you used to see - a calm, ruthless and collected one; one that you could only imagine, based off some rumors you’ve heard about him and small cracks in his friendly mask König was too careless to hide from you during your relationship. You got glimpses of it a few times - when some drunk dude tried to hit on you when you and König were in the bar together, or when you mentioned how nice one of your male coworkers was. You always made one brutal mistake of brushing it all off, blaming it on König’s tiredness or fierce personality. And that’s where it led you.

- So what are you gonna do now? Keep me here forever? - you tried to scoff, but your trembling voice was way too weak to do so.

König cocked his eyebrow at your brave words, ghost of a smile played on his pursed lips. He shrugged lightly, grip of his fingers on your cheeks eased as he caressed them endearingly with rough fingertips, tickling you slightly.

- If that’s what it takes to keep you with me - then yes, - he shrugged slightly, propping his chin on his free hand, not a single emotion could be deciphered in his voice. These words made your blood turn cold.

He heaved a deep sigh at your frightened expression and trembling body, letting go of your face and reclining into his chair.

- Schatzi, you know I hate this just as much as you do. You think I’m enjoying this? - he asked, his tone was somehow sad and exhausted. But yes, you indeed thought, knew he enjoyed this. You kept silent, choking on your silent sobs, now being extremely aware of thick ropes digging painfully into your soft skin. Panic attack was full on taking over you, suffocating you with numerous sobs, body tensing and shaking incessantly, tears blurring your thus poor vision.

- Now, this all may end if you stop being a little bitch and start acting like an actual adult. We didn’t finish our conversation that last time, and you blocking me everywhere doesn’t make things any easier, - König said, his ice-blue eyes boring holes in your head. But you couldn’t comprehend the meaning behind his words, your brain short-circuited with fear and panic, turning you into a weeping shaking mess.

König heaved another sigh. He got up from his chair, taking a few steps towards your bed and dropping to his knees in front of it, so that his head was right against yours. His hand once again came to caress the side of your face affectionately, tangling into your messy hair and massaging your scalp, cooing soothingly at you.

- I know baby, I know. You need to rest. Don’t worry, I’ll keep you safe. And then, once you’re strong and rested, we’ll talk again. And we’ll sort everything out and be happy again, just like we used to be, hmm? - König murmured softly as he always did to calm you down during hard times. But it only made you weep harder.

König pressed his lips against your cold forehead, leaving a chaste kiss as he inhaled lungfuls of your scent. He then nuzzled his forehead against yours, mumbling quietly:

- You can’t imagine how much I missed you. How could you do this to me? Hurt me so much even though I only want the best for you?

He peppered your face with small kisses, whispering small nothings and caressing your shuddering back. This made you feel nauseous. Your consciousness started to slip away again, your vision darkening rapidly. And just before blacking out, you heard König’s voice, one you loved so dearly once, utter:

- You’re mine, always will be. I’ll make sure of that.

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[lvrsparadise]

'JEALOUS' - M.S

Synopsis - She's always liked him.

Warnings! - Profanity, kissing, reader being jealous, Matt n reader being cute, fluff

A/N - Okay. I want to kms because I had originally written out something so beautiful for this. And then I accidently deleted something, and I forgot that if I press control z it ERASES THE WHOLE DAMN THING! So, this is a re-write. Enjoy!

Work was so tiring. I got cut from the floor at 7 instead of 9, when I was supposed to get off, because I had no tables. I made barely $40 in tips. And not to mention the weird drunk creep who kept asking my co-workers and I, very uncomfortable questions. I sigh as I clock out of the system and grabbing my stuff before saying bye to my co-workers.

I walk out the back to my car. I open the driver door and throw my stuff in the passenger seat. I just sit there and recollect myself before I put the key in the ignition, turning on the car.

Thee drive back to my house was quiet. I didn't have the radio on, I didn't have the windows down. I wasn't even on the phone with anybody. Today was that stressful.

'I'm going to have to ask my maneger for more hours next shift.'

I pull into my driveway and grab my stuff, turning off the car and walking to my front door. I open it and am immediately bombarded by my puppy, Sam, and my cat Mr. Murray.

I set my stuff down on the couch before walking upstairs to my room. I get undressed and hop in the shower. After my very refreshing shower, I throw on some comfier clothes - a pair of pink and black plaid pajama pants, a white tank top, and one of Matt's hoodies he left over.

I flop on my bed with a sigh. I sit up and open my phone, opening my messages app before clicking on Matt's contact. Matt is my brother's best friend. Well, actually, Chris is my brother's best friend, but I learned that they're a package deal. Get one, get all.

1 ring. 2 rings.

"Hey. Everything alright?"

I breathe out a small sigh of relief at the sound of his voice.

"Hey. Yeah, no everything's fine. I've just had a stressful day and I was wondering if we could go for like a drive or something?"

"Yeah, no that's fine. I'll be over in 10."

"Okay. Thank you."

"Always."

That's the last thing I hear before the line goes dead. Knowing he's going to be here in less than 10 minutes, I slip on my converse and head downstairs.

I love on and play with Sam and Mr. Murray for about 5 or 6 minutes before I hear a car pull in my driveway. I instantly recognize it as Matt's car. I grab my wallet, just in case, my keys, and my phone, placing all of them in the pocket of the hoodie. I hear a knock at my door and Sam barks. I yell out his name to get him to stop barking as I open the door.

There he is. Looking perfect as ever. Even in sweats and a hoodie. He's wearing that damn smile. One I return gratefully.

"You ready?"

"Yeah. Let's go."

I close my door behind me as I walk out, locking it as well before I walk over to the passenger side of the car. I get in and so does Matt. He pulls out of my driveway and starts driving around with no destination.

"How was your day? Why was it stressful?" He turns is head towards me as we're at a red light.

"Well, I got cut from the floor early because we were dead, and I had no tables. I made barely $40 in tips. I also had to work with that one girl I told you about. She made the day ten times worse. And this morning, Sam thought it would be nice to wake me up with a surprise next to my bed." I rest my elbow on the center console, resting my chin on my hand as I look out the window.

"Yikes." I hear him say as the light finally turns green and we start driving again.

"What about you? Anything fun happen?"

"Chris almost like, broke the ceiling in the warehouse."

"How in the hell?"

"I have no idea; I wasn't around when it happened. But Nick was and he kept making jokes about it reminding Chris that he did it. It was hilarious." He chuckles quietly.

"I bet."

"Oh shit."

"Hmm?" I turn my head towards him, his gaze switching between the road and the dashboard behind the steering wheel.

"I'm almost out of gas. I think I have enough to get us to that 7-11." He jerks his chin towards a 7-11 that's not too far. It's dark out, not many cars are on the road, the gas station seems empty.

He pulls into the gas station, pulling up to a gas pump. He turns the car off after rolling down the windows a little bit. He gets out and walks over to the pump, which is next to me because for some reason, the gas tank is on the right side of his car instead of the left. So, as he fills the tank up, he's also leaning on my window, talking to me.

"Did anything interesting happen in your day though?"

"Um, let's see. Oh, there was this older gentleman who tipped me $25 for being the best server he's had. He was celebrating his anniversary, but he said that his wife had passed away a few years ago. So, every year on their anniversary, he goes out and gets himself a meal. It was so sweet, it almost made me cry."

"Wow. That does sound swe-"

He's cut off by a girl walking up to him, looking to be around our ages, maybe a year or so older. She's talking with hi and flirting with him. I feel my blood run cold with jealousy at the realization she's flirting. Matt's hand is like holding onto the window, his hand partially in the car. I take advantage of that and I somewhat intwine our fingers, my own mindlessly playing with his.

Either she can't see me through the somewhat tinted windows, or is openly ignoring my presence, she asks him out to dinner. I squeeze his hand and he squeezes mine back. I hear him say 'Oh, I can't sorry. My girl is in the car' and my heart skips a beat. Multiple beats actually.

He finishes filling most of his tank and pays before walking over to the driver's side as quick as he can speed walk without running. He turns the car on at lightning speed. He starts to drive off to my house.

The drive is silent. Other than the really quiet hum f whatever is on the radio, there is not a peep coming from either of us.

About halfway through the drive back to my house, he reaches his right hand over the center console and grabs my left hand, interlocking our hands before resting them on his thigh. My chest is filled with butterflies. My head is empty. I feel my face heat up as I turn to look out the window next to me.

We pull up to my house. As soon as he puts the car in park, I'm out the car and making a b-line for my front door, unlocking it in record time. I didn't realize Matt was hot on my heels until I turn to close the front door, his hand stopping it. I sigh in defeat knowing I won't win. He pushes the door open and then walks in, closing it behind him.

"Were you jealous?"

"What? I have no Idea what you're talking about Matt." I place my wallet and keys on a table I have next to the door for that reason. Of course, I was jealous, but I would never admit it out loud. Especially to the guy I was getting jealous about.

He shakes his head and crosses his arms "Wrong. Were you jealous?"

I roll my eyes slightly "Matt- I don't get why you're asking me this. It would be the same if it were me-"

"No, it wouldn't."

"Wha-"

"A guy touches you? Jealous. A guy flirts with you? Jealous. Takes you on a date? Kisses you? I'm jealous. I'm jealous as hell. How have you not known? I'm not very secretive about it at all. Now I'm going to ask you one last time. Were you jealous?" His voice, despite being stern and angry, it still is soft and kind.

I sigh in defeat, crossing my own arms, mirroring his pose. "Yeah. I was. I was very jealous."

There is nothing said after that. And there doesn't need to be. Next thing I know, I'm being softly pinned against the wall and Matt's hands are on me. One on my cheek and the other on my waist. I try to look at the hand on my waist but the hand on my face makes me look into his eyes. He doesn't say much, but words aren't necessary right now. He leans in and kisses me.

The kiss is soft, tender, sweet, and everything a hopeless romantic like myself could ever want. I entangle my hands in his hair, closing whatever space was between us.

After what felt like hours, but was really 20 seconds, we pull back for air. Both of us are panting.

"I'm taking you out Friday. 6:00. I pick you up, with flowers, take you to dinner, then I take you to a 7:00 movie, then we walk on the beach before I take you back home and kiss you goodnight. How does that sound?"

Although my eyes are still closed, I hear the smile in his voice, and at his words I can't hold back a smile of my own. I open my eyes and look into his beautiful blue ones that look like they're the ocean. I swear I get lost in them for a few seconds before replying.

"That sounds perfect."

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[fandomfluffandfuck]

(Ignore the fact that this is a screenshot of this ask, lmao, I posted this before I was ready on accident (my app updated and I pressed post rather than safe as a draft because the buttons moved and I'm dumb like that, lol) and didn't have time right then to write what I wanted to for this so I just screen-shotted, then deleted the original post. It's fine, haha. It's here now.)

This reminded me of a fic I wrote a while ago! It's not big dick Steve and it's not mocking in a fun way (in the past, instead, people have been cruel about such a big dick), but... it's big dick Bucky who gets lightheaded when he gets a hard one with size queen Steve praising him and making him feel like no one else, so I just think it's something you might enjoy as well:

"Strangers Who Fit Together More Like Soulmates"

Now, though, YES, we can talk about big dick Steve who gets light-headed and thoughtless whenever he's hard:

If Bucky were feeling confessional, he would describe the way he feels like this--luxuriously pressing his chest up against Steve's broad back and gluing his hips to bubble butt--and, oh, boy, is it a lot of feeling. He can feel the slow, thick rush of his blood through his body, turning the heat up to a feverish, summer level--the kind of summer night that you spend sweating, lying back on your bed over top of your sheets. After all, it's that humid and sticky. So hot that you're thinking about how bad it would really be if some monster came up and snagged your uncovered ankle because... it can't fucking be as bad as this heat. He's fucking hot.

Sweating.

Bucky can feel that, too, his sweat pooling on his skin underneath his clothes. Steve has to be sweating, too. They're going to have to peel apart...eventually. But more pressingly than the heat and sweat and flush afflicting him, he can feel the strain and twinge in his wrist. His muscles ache as he grips and strokes, jacking Steve off while he pretends to be able to wash the dishes. And Bucky hasn't even been at this teasing torture for long!

You'd think after so many months of getting so, so intimately aquatinted with Steve's monster cock, that his body would be used to it. But his body isn't--it still doesn't know what's hit it because he's colliding, regularly, with a fucking semi-truck. Bucky doesn't stand a chance.

With another handful of fast, sloppy strokes that tease more than feel satisfying, Steve sways forward into the counter with a low, aching noise. It's like a tree threatening to fall, Bucky swears it. His big, big body and matching cock. Bucky could climb him like a tree if not for how unsteady Steve gets whenever he's turned on.

The way he twitches and weakens leaves Bucky's arm pinned between Steve's body and the counter, one of the sharp points of Steve's hips and the equally sharp edge of the countertop dig into Bucky. He doesn't care. He's ignoring that ache alongside the lactic acid building up in his muscles--that acid, too, stokes the flames inside him, he burns hot--Bucky murmurs, husky into Steve's ear, "biiiiig boy, yeah, that's it." He won't stop teasing him, no matter how much his arm complains or how stuck it gets.

Instead, Bucky switches tactics, he didn't start this ambush for nothing. So, he squeezes him with his whole hand. He can't touch all of him like this, but it doesn't matter. More than a handful. Regardless, it's more than enough for Steve to be gripped and grabbed based on how he jerks forward quickly, gasping low, under his breath with a barely there huff of, "Buck-!"

Bucky pays his breathy sound no mind, replacing it in the tension-thick air between them with his own words, "I fucking love feeling you swell up in my hand," Steve moans, dropping a thankfully plastic container with a clatter, "gimme it, baby," Bucky goads him, hyping him up, giving up the pretense of just an innocent reach-around-and-cop-a-feel to an all-out fuck-session. "Gimme it. I wanna feel it." Bucky squeezes his hand around his shaft under his sweatpants. Steve's gone from soft and sweet to solid and thick so fast that Bucky's fingers no longer meet around his dick. "One day," Bucky muses, stretching onto his tip-toes to whisper right in Steve's ear, letting his lips brush his skin just a little, just enough to make him shudder, "I'm gonna shove you in me when you're half hard and I'm just gonna sit on this fat cock," Bucky squeezes unforgivingly until Steve makes a stupid guh sound, punched-out, "feeling it get bigger in me."

Steve shivers again, this time more intense. Oh, yeah, he's getting weaker.

Bucky nips at the hot shell of his ear, already turning red. How he still has enough blood in his body to blush while his cock fills up so heavy and thick will remain a mystery to Bucky.

"How's that sound, huh?" He teases.

Steve just whimpers.

Bucky had to get on his tip-toes before, but he relaxes now because Steve is falling, slowly, uncontrollably slouching down the counter. He'll end up on the floor if Bucky keeps going, getting dizzy as his blood finally decides it all has to go where Bucky wants it... in this nice, fat dick.

There's no harm in speeding the process up, making him dizzy, "you're such a slut with this huge thing, getting it up so fast, so often."

"Buck!" Steve gasps again, his muscle-bound body pressed so harshly against the restricted pressure and friction of Bucky's hand in his pants that Bucky starts to feel sharp tingles in his fingers, pins and needles that somehow make the silky hard sensation of Steve's dick in his hand sweeter.

"I can't believe you. I can't believe how slutty you are," Bucky kisses the nape of his neck lushly, then he scrapes his teeth against the top bump of his spine when Steve lets his head hang, the rest of him wilting as his dick swells. "Do you know how eager you are? You'll fucking crumble to your knees for me any time, any day, all I gotta do is get that blood flowing south and you're a goner, babyy--"

Steve inhales so shakily it sounds like he's at the end of a really good cry.

Perfect.

Bucky uses his weakness, his going limp, to his advantage, curling his other hand around his cinched waist to pull him back--giving himself more room to work. That way his hand doesn't tingle so much as he works hard to stroke all the way up and all the way down that big fucking gun he's packing in his sweats. Armed and dangerous.

Steve, with this little (not so little) head talking louder than his big head, lets him move him. Mold him. Stroke him. Jerk him off. Faster. harder.

He slouches another inch. his hands have long since stopped trying to clean their dishes, instead, wet and sudsy, he's gripping the edges of the sink for dear life.

"Should I get you a fainting couch, big guy?" The more he talks, the wider Bucky's Cheshire smile stretches. He's sure he looks feral, how could he not? The weight of his dick in his hand, more and more of Steve's whole body weight pressing back against Bucky, leaning into his chest, letting him have it all. "'Cause we sure as shit need something to catch you when you fall every time I bend over and you see my ass? You fuckin' horndog."

Steve scrambles, suddenly, to touch him. His dish-water-soaked, red-hot hands the size of dinner plates wrap themselves around both of Bucky's forearms. Bucky feels the squeeze as he jerks him slower but harder, much less teasing and more pleasuring. Steve is unsteady. Bucky is all that's holding him up and he won't be able to for long, he's fucking heavy. When his cock twitches in his grip once, twice, leaving Bucky with a mouth full of drool, he starts taking his big guy toward the living room. Walking slow and carefully--pushing really. Pushing this fucking tank toward the nearest soft place for him to crash.

"I can't fucking believe you, big boy," Bucky's mouth runs as he goes, "where do you keep this thing?" As he says it, he goes alllll the way from the base to the tip. Bucky still can't believe how long and how thick he is. He feels like it's a fucking joke. When he first saw Steve naked, he couldn't pick his jaw up off the floor. He thought, o-fucking-kay, you're a show-er then? But as he got to touch and taste and explore, running wild. And it turns out Steve's actually a grower, and then Bucky couldn't only not close his mouth but he couldn't speak. He couldn't fit the whole thing in his mouth and stuffed down his throat either.

"How do you fit it in your pants?" The questions pour out as they get into the living room, Steve stumbling worse now, dizzier. He wouldn't be able to differentiate up from down if he tried, Bucky's pretty sure. The only up and down he knows is Bucky's fist fighting to stretch around his cock, Bucky's mouth gaping to suck him down, Bucky's asshole struggling to swallow him whole. Up and down, up and down, up and down--bouncing on that unreal cock. "How do you fit it in me? I can't believe you do, every time I look at it. Jesus Christ."

For such a big guy, his voice is so cute and small, mewling, whining, and pawing at him with clumsy hands, trying to get him to do more than talk and jerk him off. He wants faster. He wants more. Slut.

"It's good you go so dumb, baby," Bucky murmurs, taking his hands off him and throwing him onto their couch instead. Tiiiimber, Bucky snickers to himself, watching him bounce on the couch. The springs squeak and Steve whimpers, writhing with the unfair treatment. Why'd you stop?, those huge puppy dog eyes, rimmed red, threatening to spill tears, ask. "'Cause if you didn't get so dumb, you'd get some big ideas of doing the work, wouldn't you?"

Steve's too out of it to nod, but it doesn't matter. Bucky doesn't need his silly little input, all he needs is that cock, that gorgeous body, and the stupid expression on his face--eyelids heavy, mouth slack, cheeks hot.

Out. of. it.

"And we can't have that!" He bites, teasing as he climbs onto Steve's prone, sprawled form, straddling his tree-trunk thighs and unceremoniously shoving his sweats down just to watch that horse cock bounce up and slap his clenching tummy. Steve's chest heaves, a wail ripped out of him and causing him to almost double over. Bucky shoves him back, "if you're thinking, you're trying to finger me open and you're just too impatient with a dick like that."

Steve makes some garbled noise, it sounds like he's drowning.

Bucky chuckles, half-amusement, half-breath, throwing his head back with it. He's enjoying himself so fucking much, his hands working that cock and his hips grinding against Steve's solid thigh. "I gotta stretch myself open for you with a dick like what you got. I, I gotta drag it out," he pauses to moan, still grinding, "'cause I'd split at the seams with dick if I didn't get nice and loose for you."

Steve bucks underneath him, nearly throwing him off. It just makes Bucky chuckle more--more moan and breath in the sound. He's so sweet and dumb. Nothing matters to him like this, blissed out, and it's so easy to get him here that it's a wonder Bucky doesn't keep him like this all the time. Yeah, that sounds good, a living, breathing, fuck-machine.

There's no lube over here, though, so unfortunately, Bucky can't start getting sloppy and loose for his human dildo. He'll just have to do the next best thing and jack him off until he cums, then, once he's pumping buckets all over himself, Bucky can scoop it up and use it, along with all his eager, slippery pre-cum to slick himself up so Steve can fill him fuller. More dick. More cum.

It won't be hard to get Steve there--

"If only that brain was as big as that big dick, hm, sweetie? Then maybe you could actually get something done rather than just letting me lead you around by the cock."

Steve whines roughly.

--yeah. No sweat. Give Bucky a challenge, c'mon.

[kiwi-luminaryofthestars]

I’m just now realizing I never did a behind-the-scenes/fun facts post after the Fiction & Feast chapter, like how I’ve done for the phantom thief AU chapters. SO in my incredible self-indulgence and in celebration of today (paid off my loan after saving for a goddamn year AND I no longer have to work a second job to stay afloat so I’m fucking quitting, YESSSSSS!!!!) here’s my excessive rambling about shit that doesn’t matter but makes me happy to blabber about!

…. It was initially gonna be Kokichi vampire lol. When I made that post about writing like 4K words, they were ALL Kokichi vampire (Shuichi getting hurt, Kokichi forest-vampire finding him). My initial desire was to give him a shot at being one, because I saw how MANY of the vampire AUs had Shuichi be the vampire and wanted to try something unique. At about the 5K mark, I realized “���oh fuck, Shuichi wouldn’t stick around in this situation lol he’d fucking freak out and try to leave.” And that completely reframed it for me, because I didn’t want it to feel like Shuichi was being held there against his will (Misery-style, as Kokichi so lovingly makes reference to.) SO I made Shuichi the vampire instead, because, in my mind, Kokichi would be ENTHRALLED by Shuichi (hence why I made him so) and wouldn’t be so hasty to leave quite yet, even if he knew he should.

What remains from those disturbed 5K words is mostly the descriptions, ESPECIALLY Shuichi’s bird-like mannerisms, because that’s exactly how I imagined a Kokichi forest-vampire would act. And now it’s on Shuichi, who I feel still well-encompasses it, just differently than Kokichi did. A little less threatening lol.

In the future, I WOULD like to do a Kokichi vampire thing, but I gotta come up with a scenario first, and I don’t got the faintest idea lol. I DO have another Shuichi vampire thing I wrote 1K for, though…

Oh yeah, I had a completely different idea than this one when I first entertained the idea of a vampire au lol, hence those 1K words. I might finish it at some point, but it’ll be far in the future. Wanna hear the first line?

“The Grand dé à Jouer Theatre has an infestation, but of what, nobody quite knows.”

IT’S SET IN PARIS HJNKSNSKSJDJ ‘cause French revolutionary actor Kokichi performing underground plays about overthrowing the bourgeois appeals to me.

Anyway, that’s besides the point. We'll get to that eventually.

My primary inspiration for Fiction & Feast’s setting came from reading A Vampire’s Dilemma by Veradovelo (though the inspiration to make a vampire fic at all came from Believe’s Bite the Hand That Feeds You, It’s Offering [nsfw] and that awesome Shuichi vampire art by fuyuichirou. (Dammit this is when tumblr deleted my next FIVE GODDAMN PARAGRAPHS THAT I WROTE FOR THIS, I hate tumblr's app grrrrr, okay gonna try and remember what I said....) The idea of one of them just HAPPENING across a vampire was so funny to me. AND you'll notice their ending, where Kokichi stays with Shuichi, is heavily inspired too. Clearly, I very much liked this fic lolol.

The book theme came about on complete accident. I was re-writing my first couple sentences (I spend a lot of time on the hook-lines so it was like the fifth time I'd restarted it) and I couldn't remember the word for "gigantic". So I looked up "big" and, lo and behold, there was "Brobdingnagian" in the thesaurus. And IMMEDIATELY I was like "...I need Kokichi to use that word." But I couldn't think of how he could possibly KNOW that word without reading Gulliver's Travels, and so Kokichi book-nerd was born lolll.

Shuichi book-nerd came about because I wanted something they could IMMEDIATELY relate to with each other. The situation Kokichi's in, on paper, is very horror-like (as Believe put it while beta-ing, it feels like Kokichi has stumbled into a cult lmao.) So I wanted there to be something between them to inform Kokichi's inclination to keep interacting with Shuichi, even though he's desperate to get out of there. And I felt it was the most natural choice to give Shuichi a love of mystery novels, both for obvious reasons but also because I'm the biggest mystery-nerd ever and fuck if I don't project onto this emo boy loll.

Mr. Mercedes as Shuichi's book of choice is significant because 1) it was my own first introduction into crime-thriller, 2) having another book by Stephen King when Kokichi is already relating the situation to Misery helped solidify their immediate connection, and 3) thwwich Shuichi was inspired by Detective Hodges (so a triple whammy!!) Another reason I chose it is because I thought it would be interesting to have their respective opinions of it sort of follow my own evolution in opinion as I got older. I'm much like Kokichi, now, with a bitter outlook on dumb, racist Hodges, and Shuichi who just thinks it's the best thing he's ever read in his life was me when I first read it. I was unsure how many people would reasonably know what Mr. Mercedes is, so I tried to keep it self-explanatory. There will be more Mr. Mercedes talk in chapter 2 but it should hopefully stay pretty easy to understand.

Shuichi's other mentioned books about aromatherapy and baby names was from me looking at my own bookcase LOLLL. Upcoming books he will discuss are ALSO from my bookcase 'cause I've got a lot of random things in there.

From there, the fic took off without me. My fingers were flying when I made the draft; I felt like a fucking race car. What REALLY took the most time was editing (which, if you followed my updates, you probably already know) because I wanted this style to be incredibly deliberate, flowery, and maybe a bit pretentious. When I tell you I slaved over every single sentence in this thing, it's not a lie. I wrote and rewrote and rewrote again almost every single line until it sounded right. And though it's not fucking perfect by any means, there are a lot of sentences in this thing that I am deeply proud of.

I said I'd probably never use this style in another fic because of how hard it is, but fuck it was so fun. So I dunno if I can keep that promise, even if it was really, REALLY hard to write that way.

This is so fucking long so I'm sorry, but lastly before I get outta here and do more chapter 5 drafting is I have a ton of nods to thwwich in this fic (look at me and my sneaky shit lol.) Particularly the DICE members; they're all the same names/personalities as what's in thwwich, AND the cities that they go to are also the fictional Japanese cities from that fic too!! Though that last part was really because I didn't want to have to come up with more fucking city names lmao. Still, I guess you could say they're, like, alternate universes of each other. An alternate universe inside an alternate universe. We're going meta.

There, I'm done yapping!! Hopefully, that was sort of a fun read, if you're still here lmao. Clearly I'm very passionate about this thing, and it's making me want to work on the second chapter more, BUT I gotta at least finish a couple more chapters of the phantom thief au first. I truly think having the time to stew on it, too, since I've been having issues getting the dialogue to work how I need it to, will make it better.

Thanks for reading!!!

~Kiwi

[calamari-minecraft-corner]

くコ:彡 Pinned! Please Read Here! くコ:彡

Call me Cala! I am 25 years old :)

any/all pronounds including neos!

Autistic, poly and Queer!

Gf is Spooky (@thetrashbois)

Main Blog is @thesquiddygirl

I am plural but I rarely talk about it here :)

This blog is mainly for my special interest which is the DSMP!

Favorite characters are: c!Dream, c!Wilbur, c!Techno, c!Schlatt and c!Bad :)

I am only going to say this once: I separate content creator from the character! I always have, just because I like a certain character doesn't mean i like the content creator. I treat the characters as if theyre fiction and detached them from their creators

That also being said: I am a DTeam Fan! please do not harass my inbox or come at me, you will be blocked. I rarely talk about cc drama here since this is my safe space and i have enough on my mind as it is. I do my best to make it a safespace here so if i ramble a lot more about my aus when something happens, thats why.

I also just love minecraft in general. Always have and always will :)

I DO A LOT OF SELF INSERT CONTENT INVOLVING THE DSMP CHARACTERS AND AUS WHICH INCLUDE SELF SHIPPING! BE WARNED!

Literally 95% of my AUs involve a self insert, and the ones that dont have an OC!

I selfship with many characters within the dsmp! Mainly of course c!Dream :)

If you do not like that then this blog is not for you and I am sorry

That being said I love getting asks about my AUs no matter how silly or serious they are!

Please be respectful with my self insert/selfship content, I understand its not everyones cup of tea and thats okay :) just please dont be rude about it.

My AO3 is SquiddyGirl!

Fics I am writing at the moment: Penpal

AUs I am latched on at the moment: Dnd Con AU, Assassin's Creed AU, Penpal AU!

I do not do DNIs, again just please be respectful and not a dick :)

Under the cut are the list of AUs I have along with a short blurb!

Con AU: AU where Dream gets teleported into a convention in the real world and a cosplayer finds him and thinks hes an amazing c!Dream cosplayer so they hang out in the convention for the weekend while he hides the fact that he is the actual character and from Sam and Quackity.

DnD Con AU: A variant of my Con AU! Cala helps Dream escape the prison without having knowledge who he is and dnd shenanigans ensue within the Five Kingdoms of the Esempi. However her, Dream, Fundy and her wife Spooky make the most chaotic group and just try to figure out what to do.

Digitial Friend AU: Modern day AU where XD and Callahan used to make old style desktop buddies in the early 2000s that were the dsmp characters, but deleted most of their existence of it abruptly. Decades later a very tired and reclused Cala finds a downloader of them after going down a rabbit hole and one by one interacts with them and realizes these aren't just some old programs someone made. Also she's apartment neighbors with XD and Callahan :) This is horror centric so be warned

TMA DSMP AU: The magnus archives but dsmp! A lot of fear entity stuff involving the characters and cala; Dream is an 'archvist' but when he mysteriously disappears and after Cala suffers an accident everyone keeps telling her he doesnt exist. She just wants to find her friend. This is very horror centric and unsettling so be warned

Call of Cthulhu AU: After Quackity and Sam get into an argument with the two prisoners (Cala and Dream), the four of them realize they are trapped inside the prison and are forced to work together. This is EXTREMELY horror based and will have unsettling content, and it is based off the call of cthulhu system -- basically the antithesis of the dnd con au

Noir AU: After Cala is witness to a murder, they go to a detective named Techno and convince to protect them as well as to help them figure out what is happening within the city. Just very classic detective/noir style vibes.

Penpal AU: After noticing an ominous app on her phone, Wren couldn't help but to be wary of where it came from. That is until her power went out and she ended up seeing a message from a complete stranger. Little does she know what she dragged herself into, and how terrifying the circumstances are when she had replied. AKA an au where Dream talks to someone from another dimension and ends up going there. And it doesnt go great. This AU has some very unsettling topics and graphic details that involve bugs and death and also unhealthy relationships, please be careful when reading.

Ghost AU: AU where Dream died in prison! Dre is a ghost who gets summoned by Cala and he basically haunts her while she's trying to focus on real life stuff. This AU does have horror and just very heavy bug themed so be warned

Assassin's Creed AU: AU where in the past Dream's ancestor is an infamous assassin and Cala's ancestor ran an apothecary. They both form an unlikely friendship and unrequited love but it ends tragically. Fast Forward to the present Cala and Dream are coworkers and they meet after the elevator breaks down, and later when a mutual friend lets them introduce each other. A lot of hidden secrets and some conspiracy between friends with this au (this is a very new au so i am roughing out the kinks)

More of my AUs will be added but this is off the top of my head :)

[cecilsrandomeverything]

Oneshot based on some art by @plasticrarity ! I’m unsure if I got the characterization right, but it was sweet and fun to write! Bunnyribbon/Jangle is my new ship ❤️💜 (fic under cut due to length)

Additional note: This is the second version because I accidentally deleted the first one. It was in my notes app and I selected it all to copy-paste here, and I hit a keyboard key by accident. Oops…

“Hey, crybaby, I-” Gangle jumped, surprised by the sudden voice. “Oh, it’s just you…” She twisted her hands(?) together. “What do you need…?”

Jax sighed, hands clasped behind his back. “Well, Ragatha and I had a talk, and she told me to apologize to you.”

Gangle blinked. No one, especially not her, had seen this side of Jax before.

“I know I haven’t been super nice recently. Or ever, really.” He chuckled. “So, I figured I’d find you and apologize. Here goes—” he dramatically cleared his throat. “I, Jax, hereby apologize to Gangle on account of breaking her belonging and generally being a nuisance.” He waved his hand dismissively. “There, I did the thing.”

Gangle wiped a tear. “Thanks, I guess… is that all?”

Jax ‘hmm’ed, grinning. “Well, since I went through all the trouble of crafting the perfect apology and finding you, I decided I wouldn’t come empty handed.” Jax took his paw from behind his back. In it he held Gangle’s comedy mask. Gangle gasped.

“You…you fixed it?” Gangle took the mask. Aside from a few marks where the cracks had been, it looked good as new. Better than new, in fact, because it now had a few small stickers on it.

Jack crossed his arms. “It was easy,” he mused, shrugging. “Some glue, a bit of tape…simple!”

Gangle put the mask on, smiling widely for the first time since it broke. “Thank you, Jax!” She hugged the tall rabbit, long arms wrapping around him completely and trapping him. Jax smiled smugly. “You’re welcome, Gangs. Don’t drop it this time! I don’t want to have to fix it again.”

[sn4pozu]

my headcanons of Eddie Gluskin if he had a twitter :

he'd repost those RETVRN incel trad memes where its like a woman doing house chores & man doing job stuff

would get into arguments with a woman and subscribe to her onlyfans at the same time (gets mad when blocked)

tries to be professional and a know-it-all but also his entire likes tab is porn (he doesnt know it shows publicly)

calls someone a whore & drops a bible verse in the same thread arguing with them

idk if he'd be delighted with minion memes or viscerally hate them

USES DISNEY REACTION GIFS WITH NO SHAME , USES A CRYING STITCH GIF AT A DODO VIDEO OF A DOG DYING

If twitter bans his account mid argument he'd flip the fuck out and make 3 gmails & alts at the same hour

100% posts creepy comments under peoples post and gets upset if it gets hidden

flirts so much you'd think hes a bot but no he's just sending random women his number (does he care if they're married or not is completely dependant on his mood)

uses the nice guy card whenever shit starts going south

he gets doxxed he goes like "that's not me" (lies, is scared)

either that or he lashes out and start sending them death threats who knows

menace with the twitter Voice Note feature

not even a mutual KYS no hes going to write out his whole murder fantasy in a person's DMs and blocks them before they could respond

gets IP banned on twitter like, weekly, he just figures out VPN apps and finds a way to harrass people constantly

media tab is his breakfast and someones mutilated genitals, bi-weekly photo updates maybe

im not saying he would complain about hairloss but he would complain about hairloss

"i got declined by the pharmacist for asthma medication, fucking bitch *insert something mysogonistic*"

thinks bitcoin is stupid and not a real "manly job" so he dogs on them pretty horribly

thinks tech jobs are for NERDS and says it outloud whenever them NFT bros are commenting under his shit attacking him for calling them nerds

Cracked phone screen with blood in the cracks (he tried to clean it with soapy water on a towel but it just ruined the lcd now its forever stained yellow) ((free bluescreen eye protector mode ?)) (((also has to violently tap the home button because its already broken & that part of the screen died))) ((((has an odd smell))))

he wishes he'd have glasses for the phone screen but all he does is squint

would post dress updates though <3 maybe retweets sewing patterns and videos of old women knitting and go "my grandmother used to do that pattern, ❤️ Wow."

goes back to shitting on women

*posts black coffee with 2 fruitflies in it* "A Good Way To Start A Morning ☕"

posts half eaten food and the dirty plate and would be like "Delicious food today 😋 i almost forgot to pots." -- deletes & reposts because of the typo. PEOPLE CANNOT THINK HE'S WEAK.

His vest would 100% be posted on those gimmick accounts and gets picked on for it being crusty & grody 😔

DMs like multiple women at the same time and either gets immediately blocked or ghosted after a face reveal

he Has cried because of twitter comments before, never again......

has twitter warning threads made of him and has tried to draw a stupid fucking wojack on paper with pencil & pen because he doesnt know how to edit photos but he still wants to own the haters

posts gore to own the haters as well and then got mass reported to death when people found 0 similar images of the gore he posted

'A Thread On @/Eddie287367927 TW: Gore, Mutilation, Harassment, Transphobia, Misogyny'

probably had a youtube documentary made about his twitter acc and all the drama he got himself into (either by accident or for fun)

ok this idea kinda came up to me after i saw a trad meme come up on my tl and i just HAD to dump this all out somewhere

[goodbuttaken]

my take on the "10 best [affordable] language learning apps" (after trying dozens of them). maybe you can find some inspiration

1) Memrise. The basic idea is neat and well-executed. If you want to speak like a local (with the risk of sounding like a redneck from time to time), go for it. The addition of videos and AI chat is solid, even though the app does not always provide as smooth experience as it could (forcing you to "relearn" the words you've mistaken by accident, not covering the full vocabulary used in the videos, sometimes weirdly perfectionist when it comes to writing, etc.).

2) Speakly. My personal favorite. This not overly popular app provides super complex language-learning experience with sentences (not Duolingo-like crazy, not overly colloquial like with Memrise) putting words into context, constant "word count" so you can really see your progress, easily accessible translations and grammar clues, and strong combination of faster, passive learning and active improvement, speaking included.

3) Polygloss. "Language exchange" reworked into a fun game that is extremely time-flexible and pushes you to use language actively and creatively. Highly enjoyable for free, and really cheap even in the premium version.

4) Clozemaster. Another "gamified, though efficient", vintage learning app, which provides listening, speaking, writing and multiple-choice exercises, and also multiple sets of words (for the more popular languages; on the other hand the overall range is a big pro too). Personally, I love to give my brain a "massage" in the speaking mode, which is crazily difficult, but makes you use the language as actively as it gets.

5) Bluebird. If you want to learn some really, really random language, you can just download this app and go for it, instead of endless search for native speakers or official classes. However, when it comes to more common languages, the app layout is way too old-school and the price tag of the premium version (inevitable given the crazy range of the languages) gets way too high.

6) Mondly. Another app with MANY languages, even though not so many. But the life-time membership is really cheap too (look for "discounts") and the ability to learn the same vocabulary in tens of languages through daily lessons is impressive.

7) Speak.social. Perfect idea and a huge community of learners and "buddies", which allows you to learn with a local and develop teaching skills as well, if you want to. Unfortunately, the app is yet to introduce an effective mechanism that would push participants to actually participate, thus the attendance in the classes is usually low.

8) Anki. If you are a psychopath (or ready to patiently look for the right deck), Anki is your choice. Cold, efficient, free flashcard learning was brought to perfection by this app.

9) Language Transfer. AMAZING content for free (/ donations). You get to "attend" so many great classes, divided into short, "digestible" segments! The only problem is it's all just one guy and his specific teaching style (and accent). And if you find him annoying (like I do), you'll inevitably end your suffering and delete the app sooner or later.

10) Glossika. Top choice if you're into intuitive learning by listening to a native speaker. It's free for some rare/endangered languages. This option is fantastic and from my point of view, the professionalism of Glossika clearly beats Bluebird there. However, I don't see the necessary value in the premium version.

Honorable mention: Speechling. Totally old-school non-profit app with the additional option of unlimited tutoring (feedback from native speakers) for $20/month.

[comvi]

I just fucking deleted 4k words on accident. I hate htis fuckDIDNIVEWRGOUERLGUIEWRKGUVEWRGREWGUEWRKV

OHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!1

oh my GOD i COMPLETELY get what u mean, back when i used to write for myself a lot more (back then, mainly in my notes app when i had free time) i would happily joyfully be going along, writing down fancy ideas, then i decide to copy it so i could paste it somewhere else, and BOOM DAMN TOO LATE ACCIDENTALLY CLICKED CUT AND ITS ALL GONE!!! my brain & body dont know whether or not to feel anger, sadness, sorrow, utter defeat or [VOID]. just a whole big MESSY mix of plain ol’ STRESS

[jamiesfootball]

What do you write on bestie?

Right now I use a paid subscription-based program called LivingWriter that I took a risk on for its cloud capabilities.

DO NOT RECOMMEND. WILL BE SWITCHING.

It has a few nice features- the layout is rather nice, allowing me to quickly switch between chapters (a must). It has a word count, a running word count, and a total story word count all in one go. It lets me search for a word across an entire manuscript instead of searching chapter by chapter. I also like goal setting capabilities, which can be set for an entire manuscript or just a single chapter AND which dynamically adjust your 'daily' goal based on how much you've typed and how many days are left.

THAT SAID. FORMATTING ISSUES. SO MANY FORMATTING ISSUES.

I unfortunately didn't find this out until I went to post and tried to export something. It doesn't export to gdrive (where my ao3 script lives) like AT ALL. It got rid of my spaces, my italics, it added new spaces. To get it into drive I have to export it first into Word and reset the formatting there.

Then, if I try to export to Word on my phone so that I can listen to the robot read it to me, it randomly adds new line breaks???? Even the formatting within the app has gone screwy on me more than a few times.

THEN. THEN. IT DID THE THING CLOUD-BASED APPS SHOULD NOT DO.

IT FREAKED OUT WHEN I OPENED IT IN TWO DEVICES ON ACCIDENT AND FUCKING. DELETED A WHOLE SCENE I'D JUST WRITTEN. NO MANUAL RECOVERY HISTORY - ONLY RECOVERS BASED ON LAUNCHED TIMESTAMPS.

The final cherry on this total lack of sundae is that as of this week if I go to highlight something, one of the options it offers me is - you guessed it - 'do you want to use AI to reword this sentence?' Not 'would you like us to fix your fucked up formatting.' Not 'hey we've added better recovery mode.' No. This is where they put their improvements into - adding a fucking robot to an app that was purportedly designed for authors.

No thanks. I was originally going to stick out the remainder of my subscription (paid yearly) but my goal is to switch by the end of this year and leave them a very very detailed review.

Open to new suggestions!

[snowflakesincalifornia]

Posting this there so people can see it:

The update is actively obstructive to more users. And we need to at least try to get them to roll it back.

Because of this update, it’s harder for the app to load and it will freeze and close on your device much more often. Say goodbye to having multiple pages open at once. Most users will suffer from this, especially if they don’t have access to a device with a lot of data.

The follow buttons are way bigger and easier to hit by accident, and are so obstructive on a phone they cut off part of an op’s username. The size of the usernames actually make it more difficult for disabled users to process the text of a post.

And edit and delete buttons are now hidden in the meatball menu on your own posts so it’s less easy to use and you have to scroll up to the top of a post to edit it every time.

And most users can’t press and slide the reblog icon to do a quick reblog anymore. Quick queue has been removed. Nor can they edit the tags on their own posts without having to rewrite all the tags from scratch.

Tell staff this!! Send some actual complaints to them, which you are allowed and able to do! It’s the only way not to make the app even more inaccessible to users permanently!!

Go to Settings -> General Settings-> Help -> Contact Support, and select Feedback, and write an official complaint threatening to take your business elsewhere, in turn decreasing traffic (and shareholder value) unless Tumblr changes the UI back.

And tell them everything about this update is designed to make the website and app harder to use, which makes it less attractive to new users. Every UI update is them trying to imitate other websites, like Twitter, to catch new users from them. So tell them it was ease of use in the first place that made people enjoy Tumblr despite its flaws. And making it more difficult to use, imitating the flaws of other websites that people complain about, as opposed to their strengths, will drive away both potential, new, and old users.

If you don’t know what to write, you can just use and tweak the above paragraphs. That’s what I did in my report.

If you’ve seen this text before, it’s because I’m pasting it around on multiple of my posts to spread. Send complaints to them, quickly, while the update is still new and they can be convinced to roll it back like with some of the others in the past. The difference was time! Do it quickly!

it's so funny how tumblr rolls out updates because i keep seeing a slowly growing number of posts about how terrible it is but your tumblr is the same. it's like a slow going zombie apocalypse. there is no escape but for now you're alive

[shrinkthisviolet]

Talk Shop Tuesday: do you have any writing ideas that you wanted to write, but ended up bailing out on for one reason or another? What about any half-formed OCs that you're not sure will ever end up fully developed? What caused you to step back on those ideas?

Oh 100% to both things 😅 a few abandoned(-ish) fic concepts include: a Savitar & Nora & Bart concept (Flash, expanded on more here), a fix-it fic where Robby didn't shave Hawk's head (Cobra Kai), a Rey & Luke time travel fic (Star Wars)*, and a post-NWH Spider-Man x Star Wars crossover, PJO x Flash AU*, ATLA Soulmate AU*

Honestly the reason these got dropped is largely because of how much I have on my plate currently 😅 combined with not really being passionate enough about the idea to pursue it (or maybe I get stuck on a logistics thing, and I can't work through it, and with how many things I have to juggle, some things just kinda fall into oblivion)

*these will very likely be picked up again one day, I still have a soft spot in my heart for them, but they're a little too dead right now to be considered backburner WIPs. Plus, I'm not sure about some key logistics

(also, I do intend to write a Savitar & Nora fic one day. I just have to figure out what that'll look like 😅 for all I know, I might end up going back to the Savitar & Nora & Bart idea, but that's unlikely. Writing a Savitar & Nora prompt fill might help tho 👀 when I start taking prompt fill requests again)

And as for half-developed OCs, there's a few:

A Hobbit/LOTR OC! Isabella Baggins in the Hobbit, reincarnated into Adena Baggins in LOTR. Granted, she was pretty developed, I even wrote for her, but uh...sadly, I wrote it in an app, and when that app got deleted (I think I deleted it by accident 😅), so did the writing. I was like...13 at the time I wrote that iirc, and a few years older when it got deleted, so I couldn't rewrite that if I tried. Plus...she was originally part of a Thorin/OC ship, and since my childhood, I've become much less keen on shipping Thorin with anyone but Bilbo lol

Two Ace Attorney OCs, who have technically existed since 2018 but who have changed quite a bit since then (a defense attorney and a detective currently). They don't really have solidified names, even, let alone defined backstories 😅 plus, I'm more keen on writing canon characters for Ace Attorney (which I should do more tbh), and I'm happy with my number of OCs as it is, so they'll probably stay that way

A Rise of the Guardians OC...although calling her an OC is a bit of a misnomer, because she's technically a canon character already. Jack's little sister, Emma (Overland -> Overland Rose), dies 8 years later (a year older than Jack when he died) and becomes the Summer spirit. She and Jack were gonna have a rivalry and get a pretty fun shock upon finding out they're related 😂 no ships in this fic, but I remember she was tight with the Grim Reaper for some reason? Not entirely clear on the details of that, but it's a neat idea, even if I don't know why it happened (and no, I don't know any of the ROTG books or lore outside of the movie 😅 in case that wasn't obvious)

talk shop tuesday!

[frankittygo]

Introducing myself!

Heyyy,

I’m Fran Fran, I’m currently at the moment of writing this 18! I’m one of the users who came back here after tiktok ban in the US.

I knew I couldn’t live without post of my autistic interests and hyperfixations so I came back to the only place that could help me (tumblr hell yeahh)

also i deleted the app ‘cuz i kept entering the app by accident and got mad seeing it didn’t worked so aha,,, we don’t talk about that yeah,,,

*ahem*

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more info about me? here ya go!

she/her. queer.

hispanic (chilean).

isfj-t. autistic + adhd.

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♯┆ Main Interests & Hyperfixations .ᐟ

call of duty, resident evil,

devil may cry, the last of us,

red dead redemption 2,

detroit become human,

spiderverse, marvel universe,

dc comics, arcane, and more ! ! !

(really there are actually a lot more but can’t put them all here (for now), you will notice i’m more active in some fandoms more than others but doesn’t mean i enjoy them/like them more than other i’m part of)

♯┆What else? .ᐟ

idk,, holdup let me see uhhh,

my favorite colors are green +

pink, i love big fat seals, and

my fav food / dessert is the

‘tres leches’ cake. so yum.

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𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 :: living the delusional life! reading fanfics, watching movies and anime, playing videogames, listening to my favorite songs and doing what brings me joy, without caring about others opinions, i’m happy and i don’t make any harm! ♡

(to be cringe is to be free)

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 :: when i’m not trying to kill myself in my minimum wage job i scroll through tumblr liking post related to my favorite characters and fictional crushes, i’m part of the selfshipping community so you’ll see me around there a lot and reposting ‘x reader’ fanfics.

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 :: if you notice the way i spelled something or the way i worded anything is a bit off or weird that’s because my first language and the one i use in my household is spanish! the rest of the time, like friends and work, i’m using english but don’t worry i’m comfortable with any of them.

DO NOT INTERACT:

basic dni ( i can’t stand zo0 & ped0 shit, yucky) / trump supporters / hankcon shippers / sefikura shippers / nagito & kokichi stans (danganronpa fans in general are thin ice) / idk what else,, LMAOAO but generally idc which fandom you are from! don’t be afraid to ask questions or anything!

[snowflakesincalifornia]

This update would make Tumblr permanently obstructive to users if they don’t roll it back.

Because of this update, it’s harder for the app to load and it will freeze and close on your device much more often. Say goodbye to having multiple pages open at once. Most users will suffer from this, especially if they don’t have access to a device with a lot of data.

The follow buttons are way bigger and easier to hit by accident, and are so obstructive on a phone they can cut off part of an op’s username. The size of the usernames actually make it more difficult for disabled users to process the text of a post.

And edit and delete buttons are now hidden in the meatball menu on your own posts so it’s less easy to use and you have to scroll up to the top of a post to edit it every time.

And most users can’t press and slide the reblog icon to do a quick reblog anymore. Quick queue has been removed. Nor can they edit the tags on their own posts without having to rewrite all the tags from scratch.

We need to tell staff this!! Send some actual complaints to them, which you are allowed and able to do! It’s the only way not to make the app even more inaccessible to users permanently!!

Go to Settings -> General settings -> help -> contact support and select Feedback and write an official complaint threatening to take your business elsewhere in turn decreasing traffic (and shareholder value) unless tumblr changes the UI back.

And tell them everything about this update is designed to make the website and app harder to use, which makes it less attractive to new users. Every UI update is them trying to imitate other websites, like Twitter, to catch new users from them. So tell them it was ease of use in the first place that made people enjoy Tumblr despite its flaws. And making it more difficult to use, imitating the flaws of other websites that people complain about, as opposed to their strengths, will drive away both potential, new, and old users.

If you don’t know what to write, you can just use and tweak the above paragraphs. That’s what I did in my report.

If you’ve seen this text before, it’s because I’m pasting it around on multiple of my posts to spread. Send complaints to them, quickly, while the update is still new and they can be convinced to roll it back like with some of the others in the past. The difference was time! Do it now!

tumblr baby you are beautiful just the way you are please please please stop trying to be that godforsaken bird app

[seijoeu]

my boyfriend and i