#I’ve never tried making these before it’s fun!

[dollishmehrayan]

# “SUDDENLY I SEE, THIS IS WHAT I WANNA BE” ── .✦ ( batboys w a zoologist/someone who’s very passionate about animals!reader ⋆౨ৎ )

dollish note ⋆౨ৎ: okay so this was a request by anon (here) and alsoo I’ve been like kinda gone as like much as I said I’d be back in march I thought that my days like have this gap in them where I can write for you guys so I thought why not entertain + carry my life yk? Anywayss enjoy ! <3 tags: (batboys x fem!reader)

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DICK GRAYSON ── .✦

The Supportive Golden Retriever Boyfriend™

Dick absolutely adores how passionate you are about animals. He finds it so endearing that you can go on a 20-minute tangent about why capybaras are the ultimate chill kings of the animal world literally (we love a supportive king 💪)

He’ll sit there, chin propped in his hand, watching you with literal heart eyes as you explain fun animal facts. "Did you know that sea otters hold hands while they sleep so they don’t drift apart??”, he just responds with: "Babe, that’s literally us."

When you take him to the zoo, he’s your number-one cheerleader. He’s the guy hyping you up when you go full National Geographic mode. "Damn, look at my girl go! Bet the zookeepers are taking notes."

But also… chaos. You tell him about a random animal, and the next day, you get a text:

Dick: Babe, can we get a capybara?

You: No???

Dick: I already named him Carl. (Bad at name giving)

100% buys you animal plushies. You say you love red pandas? Boom. He’s bringing you a giant red panda plush the size of a toddler.

If he catches you watching animal documentaries at 2 AM, he will absolutely join in. You both end up getting emotionally attached to some random meerkat family.

JASON TODD ── .✦

The “Pretends Not To Care But Absolutely Does” Boyfriend

At first, he acts like it’s no big deal. You start talking about octopus intelligence, and he’s like, “Yeah, cool.” But then he’s actually listening.

You’ll randomly hear him drop animal facts he learned from you in casual conversation. "Did you know crows can recognize human faces?" And then he just walks away like he didn’t just absorb your entire personality.

You try to take him to the zoo. He acts reluctant. "Babe, I’m too old for this." But the second he sees the wolves? Yeah, he’s standing there for 20 minutes, fully invested.

Secretly loves big cats. If a tiger so much as looks at him, he’s like, “Yeah, that’s my guy, he fw me.”

Jason will 100% fake annoyance when you go on animal rants, but he’d never actually tell you to stop. He’ll just shake his head, smirking. "Babe, you’re literally an unpaid Discovery Channel host."

But if anyone ELSE tries to make fun of your animal obsession? Oh, he’s fighting them. "What, you don’t think learning about the mating habits of penguins isn’t interesting? You go right out the door before I drag you to it.”

TIM DRAKE ── .✦

The “Actually, This Is Fascinating” Nerd Boyfriend

Tim is so invested in your knowledge. He treats every animal fact you tell him like it’s groundbreaking news.

"Wait, wait, explain how ants communicate again?" You blink. "Tim, I’ve told you this three times." "Yeah, but I need to visualize it properly."

Will absolutely go down research rabbit holes just so he can talk to you about animals on your level. You wake up to a text at 3 AM:

Tim: So technically, a shrimp can punch as fast as a bullet?

You think he’s tired when you take him to the zoo? Nope. He’s taking notes. He will challenge the tour guide with additional facts.

If you’re working on any zoology projects, he’s your biggest supporter. Need funding for animal conservation? He’s pulling Wayne Enterprises money and some drake money too.

One time, you found him watching bird videos for fun. When you called him out, he just said, "They're cool, okay?"

DAMIAN WAYNE ── .✦

The “Of Course, My Beloved” Boyfriend

Listen. This is his dream relationship. Animals? Passion for them? You’re his soulmate LOCKEDDD INNNNN.

Will literally test you. "What do you know about Tibetan mastiffs?" If you pass? Immediate respect. If you don’t? "Tt. I will educate you."

You and him are unstoppable in animal debates. No one dares question your combined knowledge. Someone tries to say "cats don’t have feelings"? You and Damian tag-team destroy them.

You 100% have “who loves animals more” competitions. "I saved a hawk yesterday." "Tt. I rehabilitated a stray cat." "I named a baby goat after you." "...Beloved."

Dates? Animal sanctuaries. Zoos. Wildlife reserves. This man is taking you on the most eco-friendly, animal-filled dates ever.

One time, you found him talking to a cow. You swear it understood him. (Batcow ofc 🙂‍↕️)

BRUCE WAYNE ── .✦

Very thoughtful husband

Secretly impressed by your knowledge. You caught him actually listening when you explained how dolphins have names for each other.

Would 100% fund a wildlife conservation project just because you’re passionate about it.

(Fuck this man fr I don’t have ideas for him🥲)

[chuffedchough]

I decided on a whim that it’d be a fun idea to try to make a sylvanian families custom of Octavius.

I’ve never tried to make a sylvanian families custom before and I’m also new to sewing anything other than patches over holes in my trousers but the crafters audacity compelled me to try.

I’ve definitely got a lot to learn in regards to making tiny garments but here is how he’s coming along so far. I still need make his cloak, his gladius, his footwear but I'll get there.

I've been calling Octabbius cause, like, he's a little cat chap

[rizzmura]

under your skin; what are we doing

enemy!niki x fem!reader

warnings: strong language, mild sexual tension, suggestive themes, enemies-to-lovers dynamic, light teasing/flirting, angst, heated banter, emotionally charged moments

w.c.: 2.7k

chapter four synopsis: things get complicated as you try to navigate this new dynamic. are you friends? enemies? something more? niki is all mixed signals, and you can't figure out if you’re supposed to love him or hate him. every step forward feels like two steps back, and your feelings grow more confusing by the day... but niki makes his decision by kissing... someone who wasnt you.

the kiss still lingered in your mind, but you couldn’t let it consume you—not with everything else going on. you told yourself it was just a moment, a fluke. but the tension between you and niki was like a constant hum in the background, a buzz you couldn’t shake. it was annoying, distracting—yet undeniably intriguing.

you had never been more frustrated in your life.

it was a regular day at the café, your favorite spot for a little peace and quiet. or so you thought. you were trying to focus on some work when you heard a familiar voice—loud, cocky, as always.

“working hard or hardly working?” niki’s voice broke through the air like a wrecking ball.

you rolled your eyes, not even looking up. “what do you want, niki?”

you heard the soft scrape of a chair, and before you knew it, his figure was looming over you, that damn smirk of his plastered across his face. it was maddening.

“just thought i’d join you,” he said, settling into the seat across from you without asking. “you always look so serious when you’re here. what’s the fun in that?”

you shot him a side-eye but didn’t respond. it was clear by now he liked to get under your skin, and you had learned to deal with it—barely.

“so, what are we doing here today?” he asked, leaning back in his chair, his eyes scanning your face like he was trying to figure you out.

“trying to get some work done,” you muttered, but his presence alone made it nearly impossible. you tried to focus on the screen, typing out the words as if the task would somehow help you ignore him. but it was useless. niki was always there, always in the way.

“work, huh?” niki grinned. “don’t tell me you’re actually productive in here. i thought this was your little hideout to avoid the world.”

you glared at him, but he didn’t even flinch. if anything, his smirk only deepened. “maybe i just prefer peace and quiet, something you clearly don’t understand.”

he raised an eyebrow, clearly amused by your attempt to shut him down. “i get peace and quiet just fine. i can be quiet when i want to be.” his gaze lingered on you for a beat too long. “but you don’t seem to like it when i’m quiet, do you?”

the words stung more than they should have. you didn’t want to admit it, but he was right. something about his presence—his cocky, infuriating presence—was impossible to ignore. the last few weeks had only made it worse. and the kiss? that was just a blip on your radar, right? a one-time thing. a stupid mistake. you weren’t going to think about it.

“not really,” you snapped, trying to recover. “but i’ve learned to deal with it.”

he chuckled, a sound that made your stomach twist. “you’re lying. you love the way i get under your skin. it’s cute.”

your face flushed with frustration. “cute?” you shook your head, exasperated. “you’re so annoying.”

“and yet, here we are,” niki replied smoothly, his eyes sparkling with that damned arrogance. “you’ve got me here, sitting across from you, talking to you. so what does that say about you, huh?”

the words hit you harder than you expected, and for a moment, you didn’t know how to respond. it was true. he was right. you couldn’t ignore him, couldn’t push him away, no matter how much you tried. it was like he had a permanent place in your mind, whether you wanted him there or not.

“are we friends, or enemies, niki?” you asked before you could stop yourself, the question hanging in the air like a loaded gun.

niki tilted his head, his grin widening. “i think we’re something else entirely,” he said, voice teasing. “but maybe you’re too scared to admit it.”

your pulse quickened, but you kept your expression neutral, trying to hide the growing uncertainty in your chest. “what the hell does that even mean?”

“oh, i think you know exactly what i mean,” he replied, leaning forward slightly, his eyes never leaving yours. “but i’m not going to make it easy for you. you’re smart—figure it out.”

before you could respond, niki stood up, pushing his chair back with a loud scrape that made you flinch. he flashed you one last look, that damn teasing smile on his face. “i’ll leave you to it,” he said, shrugging like it was no big deal.

“you’re such an asshole,” you muttered, more to yourself than to him.

“yeah, i know,” niki called over his shoulder, his voice dripping with amusement. “but you can’t seem to get enough of me, can you?”

you watched him walk away, your heart pounding in your chest. it was like he always had the last word, and you hated it. you hated the way your pulse raced whenever he was around, the way he could make your blood boil and your heart flutter at the same time.

you were getting caught in a web, and no matter how much you tried to pull away, you couldn’t escape.

what were you doing? what was this? it felt like you were spinning in circles, chasing your own tail, unable to break free.

the more you tried to distance yourself from him, the more you realized: maybe you didn’t want to.

the café felt quieter now, almost unnervingly so, after niki walked out. you tried to focus on your work again, but it was impossible. his words, his smirk, his entire presence—everything about him lingered in the space like a ghost, haunting you, and you hated it. hated that you couldn’t just brush him off like you did with everyone else.

you tapped your fingers against the desk, trying to ignore the way your mind kept wandering back to him. figure it out. that’s what he said. like it was some kind of challenge, one that you had no choice but to take on. the audacity. the nerve. and yet, here you were, stuck in your own tangled mess of feelings that made no sense at all.

it was clear by now that niki wasn’t making this easy. he wasn’t going to just disappear and let you move on. every time you thought you had it figured out, he showed up again, a damn mystery wrapped in an enigma that made your heart race and your head spin.

you sighed heavily, leaning back in your chair. maybe you were overthinking it. maybe you should just let it go—tell yourself that the kiss, the arguments, the tension, were all just... meaningless. a silly game that had gotten out of hand.

but when your phone buzzed, you glanced down and froze. a text from niki.

“you looked cute when you were mad. just thought you should know.”

your heart skipped a beat, and you bit your lip, resisting the urge to throw your phone across the room. it was so typical of him to send something so infuriatingly casual, like he didn’t just blow your entire emotional equilibrium to pieces with that simple message.

you could feel your anger bubbling up again, but also something else—something sharp, something that made your skin feel hot and your pulse quicken. you didn’t want to admit it, but you missed the banter, the push and pull, the strange game you’d been playing since the moment you met him. as much as you hated it, you missed him.

you typed out a quick reply, fingers trembling with frustration and maybe something else.

“go to hell, niki.”

it was childish, sure. but it was the only response you had in the moment. you hit send, set your phone down, and tried to focus again, praying that this time, you could actually get some work done.

but then, your phone buzzed again.

“that’s the best you’ve got? you’re slipping.”

you groaned, slumping in your seat. he was impossible. was there no end to the games he played, no line he wouldn’t cross to get under your skin?

you opened your mouth to type another scathing retort, but before you could, the door to the café opened again. your stomach dropped when you saw him walk in—niki, of course. he spotted you immediately, his eyes lighting up in that all-too-familiar way. and then, as if nothing had happened, he was walking toward your table like he owned the place.

your chest tightened, but you refused to acknowledge it. you forced yourself to keep your expression neutral, even though the last thing you wanted was to deal with him right now.

niki pulled out the chair across from you without asking, settling into it like he had every right to be there.

“you know, i thought about what you said,” he began, his voice light, teasing, as if the moment before hadn’t happened at all. “and i think you’re right. you should really stop texting me back. it’s not good for you.”

you stared at him, biting back a sarcastic laugh. “werent you just here, asshole.”

he shrugged, clearly unfazed. “yeah and i came back, plus i’m just saying. if you didn’t respond, maybe i wouldn’t have to annoy you so much.”

you couldn’t stop yourself from snorting, the laugh coming out sharper than you intended. “yeah, because you’re so easy to ignore.”

a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. “that’s the fun part, isn’t it? you pretend like you don’t want to talk to me, but we both know better.”

your heart gave a strange, uncomfortable lurch at the implication, but you pushed it down. no. not today, not ever.

“keep dreaming, niki.” you tried to keep your voice steady, but there was a hint of something in your tone that even you couldn’t ignore. a challenge, maybe. or something more dangerous. you weren’t sure which.

but niki wasn’t letting it go. he leaned in closer, lowering his voice just enough for you to hear, but not enough for anyone else to.

“you want to pretend you don’t feel it?” he said, his gaze intense now, a far cry from his usual teasing. “pretend that you don’t feel something whenever i’m around?” he paused, letting the words hang between you. “we both know it’s there.”

you swallowed hard, every instinct in you telling you to push him away, to tell him to fuck off and leave you alone. but the truth was, you did feel it. and it terrified you.

“so what, now you’re going to admit it?” you snapped, hoping to put the question back on him. to turn the tables, make him the one feeling exposed.

but niki just leaned back in his chair, that infuriating smirk returning. “no need to admit anything, sweetheart. we both know the score.”

you opened your mouth to argue, but then you stopped yourself. he was right. you both knew what was happening, even if neither of you wanted to fully acknowledge it.

for a moment, the air between you felt charged, thick with something unspoken. you could feel the pull again, that damn magnetic attraction that made your skin itch and your heart race. and yet, you both danced around it, pretending that you didn’t know what was happening.

maybe that was the game all along.

“i’m not the one with the problem,” you said, forcing your voice to stay steady.

“no, you’re not,” niki replied, his grin still there, but there was something else in his eyes now—something deeper, something that made you question just how much of this was a game. “but i think we both know you’re not really mad at me.”

you didn’t answer. because the truth was, you weren’t mad. at least, not the way you should have been.

you were just... caught. and no matter how hard you tried to deny it, the lines between hate and something else were getting blurrier by the second.

《》

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[16wolke11]

CRESTFALLEN - Lando Norris

A/N Tuesday is for the tears

Summary: The reader struggles with the emotional rollercoaster of her relationship with Lando, who has been increasingly distant, only returning when it's convenient for him. After a painful confrontation, where the reader tells him she can't continue in a relationship where her needs are unfulfilled, and despite Lando's pleas, she decides to leave, acknowledging that it's time to let go and move on.

Words: 2276

Warnings: Sad Ending __________

When I woke up this morning, I just wanted to go back to sleep, avoiding what would happen today and ignoring all my responsibilities forever. Lando is returning home today, and what usually would be a day of happiness for me is now something I await with dread. Today is the day I am going to end this relationship if you can even call it that.

Every time Lando leaves for a race, appointments at the headquarters, or anything else, I am crossed out of his life. It wasn’t like this when we first started seeing each other, but it turned into this miserable thing over time. Even though I’ve seen improvements, I can no longer do this without hurting myself over and over again.

So when he texts me, ignoring the one I sent him while he was away, I make my way to his apartment. Standing in front of the door, I didn’t even want to knock, when I was usually so ecstatic to meet him again. I take a deep breath before finally lifting my hand, and it doesn’t take long before the door flies open to reveal a grinning Lando.

“Hey love,” he greets me, pulling me into the hallway and lifting my chin to press his lips to mine. As much as I would like to sigh, kiss him back, and just snuggle into his embrace, this is not what I’m here for.

“Stop, Lando,” I mutter against his lips and manage to get out of his grip, leaving him with a confused look.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, eyebrows furrowed. But he does take a step back, letting me get rid of my coat, and I need to take a deep breath before speaking up.

“We need to talk.”

“That doesn’t sound fun,” Lando pouts, and I can feel some anger rising in my chest.

"This is serious, okay?" I snap and get a weird look in return. This isn’t a great start for a conversation, but since it isn’t going to be a good one, it might be okay.

"I just missed you. Can you at least give me a proper hug?" Lando mumbles, and I sigh. It feels like being guilt-trapped, but for him, it must be strange. Usually, I’m the first one to hug and kiss him when he’s back. Things have just changed without him noticing.

“I don’t know why I keep doing this to myself,” I mutter to myself but do hug him, knowing that it’s probably the last time I’ll be close to him. Almost giving in to his familiar touch, I lean my head against his chest and wrap my arms around him. Lando did hear what I tried to only say to myself, and I can hear the confusion in his voice when he speaks up.

“What do you mean?”

I pull back from the hug and take a step back, trying to create some safe distance between us. “Me waiting for you to come back, waiting for this to become a real thing,” I begin, trying to find a starting point for this conversation that would make sense for Lando. He furrows his eyebrows, so I just keep rambling.

“Every time I think it might be different, you pull away again, leaving me behind like a convenient space-filler when you’re back home.” I try to stay strong, not wanting to cry at the beginning of the conversation, and calmly tell Lando my problem, but I know it’s going to be hard. Slowly, Lando’s eyes widen, and there’s concern on his face, like he’s slowly realizing which direction this conversation is going.

“It’s not like that. I don’t think you are…” He stutters, struggling to find his words, and ruffles his hands through his hair, messing it up slightly.

“Fuck, I never wanted to hurt you, you know that. Right?” Lando asks eyes fixated on me, and I lift one of my eyebrows at his question.

“Hurt me?” I ask him, thinking about what happened again and again during the last weeks. How my texts have been abandoned as soon as he left the country, and how he acted like nothing happened as soon as the plane touched down back here again.

“You’ve been doing that for months now,” I inform him, crossing my arms in front of my chest. A defensive move while trying to hold myself together and not fall apart.

“Acting like you care, and then just disappearing, acting like I never even existed.” I tell him what he did, at least from my perspective.

“I don’t know what to believe, what to think about you, and I need to figure out what you even want from me.” This is the reason for this conversation. Being with Lando was once my favourite thing, and now it’s something I fearfully look forward to. I can see that Lando gulps, fingers fiddling with each other. Good, at least he’s as nervous as I am about this topic.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” Lando admits, and I would love to believe him, but I just can’t. He desperately speaks up again, and I try to listen to his words.

“I don’t even know how to fix this, I try…” At this point, I already have to stop him.

“You try, really?” I scoff at his words because it felt like many things, but not like he tried to make this relationship work for us.

“It doesn’t feel like it. You come and go out of my life like I’m just a side character in your game of life. But I’m not.” There are many emotions on Lando’s face, trying to bubble up to the top, but I’m not finished. It’s finally time to tell him how I really feel about the whole thing we shouldn’t even call an “us.”

“I’m not here for you to just mess with me when it’s convenient and leave when it’s not.” My voice cracks, and I need to blink a couple of times, trying to get rid of the first tears prickling in my eyes. He uses me when he’s back home, and when he leaves, it’s like he pauses his life here and just continues playing when he’s interested in it again. But the world keeps spinning here, even though he isn’t here.

“That’s not my intention. Please, just listen.” Lando begs, trying to grab my wrist, holding onto me, but I snap my hand back, knowing I will fail to stay strong when his soft touch is on my skin. Lulling me back into the good times, but I need to keep a clear head now.

“I’ve listened to your excuses and promises for long enough. You’re no longer the person I fell for. You keep changing, and I don’t feel like I know you anymore.” I am no longer sounding as strong as I would like to, my voice rather thin, but I need to tell Lando how I felt during the last weeks. In the beginning, he was sweet, and I understood that his life was busy, but time passed, and he is no longer the one I fell in love with. The one who called me late at night just to talk for a bit, or even to keep each other company while watching a movie even though we were miles apart. Now he is the one who puts me away and just pulls me back out when it’s convenient for him.

“I never wanted that to happen,” Lando promises, now pacing up and down the room.

“I never wanted to hurt you.” He looks straight at me, and I try to listen to his words, maybe even to an explanation.

“I feel like I don’t even know how to be what you need.” Lando says, hesitating for a moment before continuing his speech. “You deserve someone who gives you everything, and I… I can’t do that.” He admits, and my heart aches. Even though I am angry at him, at the same time it hurts to see him broken. But for my own sanity, this needs to be done.

“Then why are you still here?” I ask him. When he is aware that he isn’t the right person for me, why didn’t he leave? Keeps torturing my feelings even though he tells me he knows better.

“I already gave you all of me, and you tell me it’s not enough? Is that the reason I’m not enough?” The tears flow now, but I don’t care. I could prepare myself for this conversation as much as I wanted, but some things just caught me off guard.

“It’s not about you not being enough. You are everything to me! But I don’t know how to let you be loved the way you deserve by me. And I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to.” Lando tells me, and my heart breaks at the sight of him. His slumped shoulders and the absolutely broken look in his eyes. It does take me only a few seconds to realize the meaning behind his words.

“You’re afraid of love.” I whisper, a realization which does make sense, but makes everything just more painful than it already is.

I take a deep breath before coming to another hard point on my list. “And I can’t keep waiting for you to see me, really see me, without hurting myself.” Trying to keep my head up, I look into Lando’s face, wanting to see his reaction and if he is at least as hurt by this as I am. “How long do you think I was supposed to wait for you to figure this out?” I ask him, my voice trembling, I hate the hurtful feeling in my chest, but I know I need to break it fully now to slowly heal it later. “How long am I supposed to act like it’s okay while you keep breaking my heart?”

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” Lando’s voice breaks, and I need to look twice to realize that he is crying as well. I’ve never seen him so vulnerable, and as cruel as it sounds, it’s almost good for me to see him hurt. That he can experience these feelings and not just brush them off as it felt for me every time he left before.

“I just don’t know what to do anymore,” he tells me, and I believe him.

“I love you, I really do, but I’m terrified of losing you and pushing you away.” I need to close my eyes at his confessions, warmth flooding my broken heart, but I have to let my head take over before my heart falls again for him.

“You already did this. You already pushed me away. And I don’t know if I have the strength to keep doing this. I don’t know if I can keep loving you like this when you pull away every time it gets too real.” I know it’s cruel to give him crumbs like telling him about the love, but I try to be honest. Put all my feelings into this, and this includes the hurtful things as well.

“Please don’t leave me.” Lando pleads, and he takes my hand in a desperate grip.

“I need you, and I know I messed up. I know I hurt you, but I’m scared. Scared of ruining everything, and I swear I…” He sniffles softly and takes a couple of deep breaths in an attempt to calm himself down.

“I’ve tried too, you know.” I tell him and carefully start to remove his fingers from my hand. Fingers shaking, but I am determined to stay strong. “But it always felt like I was fighting this battle alone. I can’t be the only one trying anymore. I need someone who wants this, wants me.” I explain to him and take a step back, trying to bring back some distance between us.

“I want you, more than anything. I just need time.” Lando tells me, his fingers curling into his hoodie like he needs something to hold on to.

“I don’t have any time left. I can’t keep waiting for you to decide I’m worth it. Maybe I’m not, at least not for you.” This was something I thought about during Lando’s last trip. Maybe I am worthy of love, but not just of Lando’s.

“I just need to let go of the hope that one day everything will be perfect.” The little cry that comes with these words makes me sound even more miserable, but the truth has to be spoken. I need to let go of the perfect image of an “us” and try to go on with my life.

“Don’t say that.” Lando tells me, attempting again to grab my hand, and I let him, probably for the last time.

“Please don’t leave me.” His voice cracks, and I would like to hug him, tell him that everything is going to be okay, but that would be a lie.

“You are everything to me, and I will lose everything without you.” Lando pulls me closer, desperate, while we both just cry. He doesn’t stop me when I pull back my hands, his arms slumping down on the side of his body, and I can see the spirit breaking in his eyes when I step back.

“Maybe it’s already too late, Lando,” I whisper and turn around, finally leaving his apartment, knowing I wouldn’t be able to resist him if I stayed any longer. This end is a beginning, and outside the building, I am finally able to breathe again for the first time in forever.

[xyywrites]

What I Thought Writing Would Be vs. What Writing Actually Is

When you first decide to become a writer, the world seems full of promise. You imagine yourself effortlessly creating masterpieces while sipping coffee at a cozy café, maybe a montage of you typing furiously as dramatic music plays in the background. Then reality hits, and... well, here’s a look at how it actually plays out.

Expectation 1: The Inspiration Strikes Like Lightning

I’ll be struck by a brilliant idea out of nowhere! It will flow through me like a river of creativity, and I’ll write the next great novel in a matter of days.

Reality:

Stares at a blinking cursor for hours, wondering why the idea you thought was “genius” now sounds like something your dog might’ve written after stepping on the keyboard.

Expectation 2: Writing Will Be a Flowing, Effortless Experience

I’ll sit down, and the words will pour out of me. I’ll type 5,000 words in one sitting. I’m basically a machine.

Reality:

Three hours later, you’ve written 100 words. The 101st word you tried to type came out as “dog.” Your back hurts. Your fingers are cramping. You think you might actually be dying.

Expectation 3: The First Draft Will Be Perfect

I’ll write the first draft and it will be polished, like it just came out of an editing software for the gods.

Reality:

It's the worst. Period.

Expectation 4: Editing Will Be Fun and Quick

Once I’ve finished writing the first draft, the real fun begins! I’ll go through and clean it up in a few hours. It'll be smooth sailing.

Reality:

Editing takes FOREVER. You’re reading the same paragraph for the third time in a row, and your brain has melted into a puddle of mush. Every time you think it’s done, you spot a new typo, a plot hole the size of a small country, or a character suddenly turning into a completely different person for no apparent reason.

Expectation 5: Writing Will Bring Fame, Fortune, and Glory

I’ll write one book, and it will become a bestseller. Movie deals will follow. I’ll be swimming in royalties.

Reality:

You’re lucky if your cat reads your work, and even then, she probably falls asleep halfway through. You’re too busy Googling “How to make a living as a writer” to care about anything else.

Expectation 6: I’ll Have All the Time in the World to Write

I’ll have an entire day to just write and create. It’s going to be glorious.

Reality:

You work full time, have a social life, and your laundry pile is reaching new, terrifying heights. You end up writing in ten-minute intervals while waiting for the microwave to finish.

Expectation 7: I’ll Never Run Out of Ideas

I’ll never hit a creative block. Ideas will always come to me, and I’ll never suffer from a lack of inspiration.

Reality:

You hit a wall. You stare at the screen. Your brain is a blank void. You have a million ideas, but none of them seem to work, and you think you’ve just invented a new type of writer’s block that has never been documented before.

Expectation 8: Writing Will Be Rewarding and Fulfilling

I’ll write because I love it. I’ll feel fulfilled, like a true artist.

Reality:

You write because you love it, but also because you’re obsessed and slightly delusional. There are moments of joy, yes, but also lots of moments where you question your sanity and whether this whole writing thing was a mistake.

[lilgarbitch]

The Voice of an Angel - Two

Pairing: Matt Dierkes x PornBlog!Reader

CW: nothing much, stress with tour, sugar daddy!Matt

Word Count: 3k

Author’s Note: Sorry this took a minute to come out and isn’t longer. I don’t want to jump around time too much or add any unnecessary scenes and overwhelm myself. The next part will be more fun, I promise🖤

Tags: @theanarchymuse95 @dontwantthemoney @badomensgoodomens @enemiestolovershoe @xmads-omensx @alwaysfightforwhoyouare @thatchickwiththecamera @tosoundlessdarkistare @lacy1986 @follow-me-down-to-wonderland

Part One

Y/N | Sunday 10:32 AM

I wake myself up with a snore, groaning and rolling over. I grimace when I feel droll on my cheek, quickly lifting my head and wiping it away. Sitting up, I rub my eyes and stretch out my legs before I realize something. My eyes shoot open and stare out my window, seeing that the sun was high in the sky. 

“Fuck,” I quickly reach for my phone, repeatedly hitting the button as I try to turn it on. I never put it on the goddamn charger last night. 

I reach over the side of my bed and almost fall over as I swipe at the charger, finally grabbing it and plugging my phone in before stumbling out of bed. Running to the kitchen, I see the time on the stove and huff as I grab a glass, fill it up and chug it, needing to fix the dryness in my mouth before getting ready. 

After rushing through a shower and throwing on whatever semi- matching clothes I could find, I grab my keys, phone, and bag before high-tailing it out of my apartment, almost forgetting shoes. 

I burst through the library’s doors, giving a patron who just happened to be standing nearby an apologetic look for startling them, before speed walking to the back room. Surprisingly, the library was quite empty for a Sunday morning. Not that there was ever a rush, but weekends were usually when people had time to come in to get what they needed, usually needing assistance, and when there’s only one person in, it can get overwhelming. 

I was pinning my name tag to my shirt when I felt a presence behind me, making me hunch as I slowly turned towards them, ready to get an earful for being late to a morning weekend shift, but as my eyes reached Alex’s face, I don’t think I’ve ever let out a bigger sigh of relief.

”Where have you been?” She asked, hands on her hips like scourning mother. I gave her an apologetic pout, trying to gain sympathy. 

“My phone died so my alarms never went off. I’m so sorry. I hope it hasn’t been busy,” I explain. She gives me a deadpan look.

”Stay up late reading again?” She asks with a smirk, already knowing my obsession with fanfiction.

”Surprisingly, no. I’ve just been so exhausted lately from not getting enough sleep that I guess my body recovered by making me sleep almost 12 hours.” I answer, shocked by my own body. 

“Well, thankfully it’s been a slow morning, and I already put away most of the returns, so if you want to do the rest, I can take any customers and you can take it slow today. But you owe me.” I pout and walk over, reaching to give her a hug, that she continuously tries to dodge.

”You’re the best. And don’t worry. I have just the thing to pay you back, but it’s a surprise.”

”Uh huh, sure you do. Well, get your ass out there, because I’ve been on my feet all morning and being able to sit down is all the payment I’ll take right now.” She says as we make our way out of the back room and she heads towards the front desk, sighing as she sits down behind it. 

I hold back a laugh as I make my way to the cart full of books and start scanning the rest of them. I wasn’t going to tell her that the reason the exhaustion took over so bad was because I came so hard last night that I could barely edit and post the audio before completely crashing. 

After scanning and putting away the rest of the books, I checked with Alex to make sure there wasn't anything else I had to do before sitting down at a nearby empty table and pulling out my phone, still needing to check the responses from my other job. 

Without checking my notifications, I scrolled through the comments of everyone, liking a few sweet ones. I had to hide the smile on my face when I saw that ThotxPleaser had actually left one, helping my consistent racing thoughts the past week. I was about to tell myself that I was worrying over nothing when I finally checked my Cashapp. 

I gasped so fast that Alex sent me a wild look after I choked on my own spit. I did my best to wave her off and catch my breath as I read his message. 

ThotxPleaser- $1,000

All I want is to hear your voice more. Talk about your day, how the weather is treating you, or rant about a TV show you’re watching. I’d listen to you forever. All I ask is if you’d be willing to send me voice memos here and there to get me through my days. Name your price, sunshine. 

So I was right. He has been using my audios as some type of escape. And just sent me a thousand fucking dollars to get private ones. And from the sounds of it, he didn’t even want them to be erotic, he just wanted to hear me talk. This couldn’t be that easy, right? My mind was racing as I took this all in. 

I loved the library, and it was a job that truly made me happy, but it wasn’t great pay, especially for a girl who liked to spoil herself from time to time, so I’ve been using my donations for most of my living expenses, most coming from ThotxPleaser. Having this big of a donation, with the promise of more, meant that a weight had just been lifted off my shoulder. 

Ever since it was announced, I’ve been saving up small chunks of the donations to hopefully get a good set of tickets for Alex and I to see Bad Omens. It was one of the things we had bonded over when she started working here, and she has saved my ass so many times that I had been planning on surprising her for a while now. And now, I can actually make it happen. 

Without even responding, I immediately head to the ticket page, praying that there were any left for the date they were playing in our city. Praise the fucking gods above, there were. And there were even meet and greet passes that I added on without care, knowing I was about to make more money that I even knew what to do with. 

I sneakily slip past Alex as I made my way towards the back room again, heading straight for my bag. I pull out my wallet and input all the necessary details before clicking buy. The second that the ‘You’re Going!’ message popped up, I almost squealed as I jumped up and down with excitement. 

I hurriedly put all my things back into my bag before heading back out towards the front desk. Seeing that there were only a few patrons in the library, none near the desk, I might as well use this chance to tell her.

I slip behind her and bend down as she stares at her phone, spooking her as I gave a small “psst.”

“What?!” she asks as she turns to me with an almost angry startled look, making me bite back laughter. 

“Would you like to know your surprise?” I ask in a sing-songy voice. She raises an eyebrow, acting unimpressed already.

“You were serious about that? I thought you were just going to show up with coffee and donuts tomorrow or something.”

“Pfft. I’d never do that…” I trail off, completely lying as I have done exactly that before, which she reminds me with the look on her face, “No, I have something I think you’ll enjoy a little more than coffee and donuts.”

As she stares at me expectantly, still seeming unimpressed, I turn my phone around and show her the screen. It takes a few seconds for the image to process in her brain, but once it does, a silent shock takes over her as she repeatedly glances back and forth between my cocky smile and the proof of purchase in my hands. 

“You didn’t.”

“Oh, but I did. And…” I trail off, bringing my phone back to me to zoom in on the extra special part of said purchase before turning the phone back to her, “I got us meet and greet passes.”

She had to cover her mouth with her hands to keep quiet as she started kicking her feet, spinning the desk chair in the process, making me laugh. We instantly start discussing our plans for making sure we take off work that day and the day after, and obsessing over the boys and how insane it was that we were actually doing this.

Y/N | Sunday 5:03 PM

As I head towards my car, still riding the high of knowing I’m going to meet the boys of my favorite band in less than 3 weeks from now, I remember why all of this was even possible. Sliding into the driver's seat, I pull my phone out of my bag and look over the donation again. 

I mean, I could send him a message, discussing the details, or I could send him a recording, giving him something worth the money he already sent. Pulling up my recording app, I turn on the car and set my phone in my lap, pressing record before pulling out of the parking spot.

“I know you said that you’d listen to me talk about whatever, so I figured the best way to start these off would be talking about how you want this to go. I’ve honestly never done anything like this, so I have no clue if I should charge per minute or something, or just- Oh, fuck you!… Oops sorry. I’m driving home from work and some asshole just cut me off. Anywho, maybe we can discuss this over DM or something. I’ve honestly never talked to a follower privately so I’m not even sure how to do that. Shit, do I just send this to your DMs? I don’t know how any of this shit works.”

I pause, and sigh. I’m definitely making a complete fool of myself already, but men have bought used panties, so I doubt he’s going to care if I send him an audio of me sounding like a complete idiot. 

“I think I’ll just send this to you through DMs and then research a more formal way of doing this later, especially once we discuss more about how you’d like me to make these. Oh fuck, I can literally send these over Patreon. No, I’ll just stick to DMs for now. God, this is gonna take some getting used to. I also have no idea how to charge you for listening to me ramble, so truthfully, I trust you to just send me whatever you feel fits, since you spoil me so nicely already.”

I look down real quick and see I’ve only been talking for a little over a minute, and with $1,000, I feel he deserves a little more yapping, so I continue.

“What else? Uhhh I guess I could talk about my day. Kinda started off shit, to be honest. I crashed so hard last night after posting that audio that I never plugged in my phone, resulting in it dying and none of my alarms going off. Thankfully, my best friend was the one working with me today, so I didn’t get my ass chewed out for being late. And I did use your money to spoil the both of us to a concert as an apology gift. I would tell you who, but you’re a complete stranger and could try showing up to every show, searching for me. So let’s just say they’re a band of really hot guys who make really good music and I’m so fucking excited to see them.”

I turn down the road that leads to my apartment building, so I decide that I should probably wrap this up.

“I do want to mention that I’m extremely thankful for your support. Like, more than you think. Especially with a request like this. I always expected my first request being some freak begging me to say some weird shit or talk in a yoda voice as I play with myself. And you know what? This was actually really nice just talking about my day out loud. I don’t have anyone to do that with, so the fact you’re letting me, and paying me, is honestly a fucking wish I didn’t even know I had, come true. I’m gonna enjoy yapping to you, mysterious Thot Pleaser. Anywho, I gotta go. Message me back when you get the chance and hopefully I didn’t annoy you just yet. Byeee.”

I stop the recording as I turn off the car, instantly hoping my shitty car wasn’t making too much noise in the background of the audio, before grabbing my things and heading up towards my apartment. 

Once inside, I beeline towards my bedroom and flop down on my bed before pulling up Twitter and clicking on ThotxPleaser’s account. I click on the little message icon then send the audio file with ‘- Angel💋’ 

Matt | Monday 7:34 PM 

I’m fucking stressed. Folio lost his ID and Noah spent all day freaking out because we put his mask on the bus with his other shit and no matter how many times we told him it was there, he just kept saying ‘What if it’s not?’ or asking people, mid packing, if they would ride with him to the depot to check, despite us all seeing it there. I’ve been routinely checking over our equipment time and time again, making sure we have everything because last time, Jolly didn’t tell us he messed with it and we didn’t realize until the first show, having to borrow another band’s guitar last second because he just needed to test out his one last time. And I knew he wouldn’t make the same mistake twice, but with everyone running around like headless chickens, I wouldn’t be surprised if one of the guys moved something, thinking they were helping.

And to top it all off, Angel sent me a fucking recording that I haven’t been able to look at. My stomach absolutely dropped to my ass when I saw the notification and I feel like shit leaving her waiting for a response but the timing couldn’t have been worse. I could easily listen as we finish getting everything together, but I didn’t know how I was going to react to it and I didn’t have the mental capacity to handle the emotions listening to her would bring me. And I knew I couldn’t listen tonight because the second I get off my feet, I’m going to crash, and we’re going to have to leave early in the morning so the last thing I need is to stay up replaying it on repeat. 

But I truly needed nothing more than to hear her right now. I knew her voice could ease most of the stress and overwhelming thoughts. I just couldn’t handle a single distraction at the moment.

Matt | Tuesday 6:47 AM

I draped an arm over my eyes as I felt the bus shake beneath me as I sprawled out on the couch. I managed to get maybe four hours of sleep last night, and I was fucking exhausted, but I couldn’t fall back asleep, even though everyone else passed out within 30 minutes of the bus hitting the road.

We weren’t getting to the first venue until around 3, and I definitely had the time for a small nap, but my nerves felt like they were on fire. The beginning of tour always felt like this, especially with how fast moving it had to be, so I knew the anxiety could calm down within the next week, but right now, my mind wasn’t going to let me feel a single moment of peace. 

As I scrolled on my phone, switching between apps to occupy my time, I realized this was the perfect time to finally listen to Angel’s audio. I glance around at the closed curtains of the boy’s bunks before switching over to my alternative account on twitter and opening my DMs. I really hope she got the memo of me not needing anything sexual. I just wanted to hear her voice. 

I hit play and instantly it fills my ears like a beautiful melody. I have to hide my chuckle as I hear her stressing over rambling too much. She sounded so adorable. And something about how…domestic…this felt was just melting my brain. If I ignored the fact that she was talking about payment and how to get this to work, the sound of her car driving over suburban roads and the way she’d get distracted by the things around her almost felt like I was on a call with her as she told me about her day.

I let the audio replay one more time, actually taking in her words instead of just listening to her voice, before typing out a reply. 

ThotxPleaser - Sorry it took me so long to respond. I’m fine with whatever you want to do. I promise I’ll spoil you no matter what you decide to send. And I’m happy that you can use this as a way to talk about your day. I’ll always be here to listen to you ramble about whatever you need to get off your chest. And I’m glad you’re spoiling yourself, you deserve it. I hope when the concert comes, you’ll tell me about how much fun you had. 

ThotxPleaser - Oh that reminds me

I switch over to my Cash App and send off a little gift for her with a smirk on my face.

ThotxPleaser - $1,500

Use this to buy yourself a nice outfit and for you and your friend to get yourselves some merch and food at your show

I want to send more, the need to have a conversation with her overwhelming me, but I don't want to push too far. With a content smile, I finally relax in my seat, sleep taking over almost instantly as my mind plays on how happy I was to come to this agreement with her and how much it’s going to help me, especially knowing it’s going to make her happy.

TO BE CONTINUED

[your-unfriendlyghost]

SOC STEVE?? need more.

YES Soc Steve!!

He already has something in common with the Socs by merit of the fact that his dad in canon has enough money to give him $5-6 a week, which is $50-60 in today’s money. So yk canon Steve already has more Soc-iness than the others, which I’ve explored before in fics…

BUT in a Soc Steve AU, his dad has enough money to give him $50-60 weekly in 1960s money lol. ($500-600 today)

I really am serious about Soc Steve just being a younger Charlie Babbitt from “Rain Man”- this clip here is basically just Soc Steve to me lol

(this may get flagged 4 copyright, I ain’t ever posted a film clip on here no clue how that shit works lol)

Some more Soc Steve thoughts:

-His dad is very cold. Tried to give Steve “tough love”, accidentally left out the “love” part

-Steve isn’t really friends with the other Socs- he went to some fancy prep school for elementary school and junior high, but transferred to Will Rogers because he wanted to do wrestling and they didn’t offer that at his school. So he’s kinda…Holden Caulfield-ish, I guess

-He isn’t allowed to take auto shop at school, because his dad says auto shop is for burnouts and junkies. He makes Steve take like…Latin or French or smth instead idk. (It doesn’t stick- Steve is horrible w/ languages that aren’t English)

-He becomes friends with Soda because they’re both in lower-level math class, but Steve understands the material better than Soda does. So Steve just lets him cheat all year, seeing no harm in it. Eventually they become kinda like Ferris Bueller and Cameron, with Soda constantly trying to get Steve to use his resources for fun

-Steve doesn’t become friends with the other greasers though, just Soda. He hides his friendship w/ Soda from the other Socs, although it’s pointless because everyone kinda knows

-He mostly keeps to himself- He’s not put together enough to fit w/ other Socs, and he’s not willing to be wild enough to fit in w/ the greasers. Soda’s his main friend. His best friend, actually, but Steve could never say that out loud because he’s pretty sure he isn’t Soda’s best friend

-Once Steve’s 18, his dad cuts him off. He gives him money for university tuition, but Steve is responsible for his own food, housing, cars, and yk everything that ain’t school.

-Steve becomes an auto salesman, which isn’t his dream job by any means, but it’s not the worst. He hires Soda and they become business partners

-When Steve’s dad dies, Steve’s inheritance is a nice car and $10k (which is $100k today). That seems like a lot, except for the fact that Mr. Randle was a millionaire and $100k was like nothing to him

-Steve loans Ponyboy that money so Pony can go through college

-Evie’s also somewhere in there but I haven’t figured that out yet bear with me lol (She’s definitely the girl in the clip to me lol, but beyond that I haven’t thought it through)

[baffledandbewildered]

It’s been… a rough twenty-four hours when Ace messages her. I’ve got a gift for you.

Betty could never say no to speaking to Ace, despite, well - she’s barely slept, too keyed up from what she witnessed last night.Her hands are stained with ink from the book she’s only just finished and hidden, and she’s still got more to write… she’d like to say she’s tired but when it’s something closer to anxiety - it’s stupid, really, she has no reason to be anxious this wasn’t about her - running through her veins she’s just left shaky and nervous.

Seeing Ace helps, though. She’s at the docks, fishing rod in hand, because of course she is, and when she hears Betty’s voice she turns with a wide smile.

“Betty! Hi hiiii sunflower, hiii!”

“Hi Ace!” Betty says, blushing a little at the nickname - why is Ace so sweet? 

Ace is a better person than her. Kinder. Betty loves her, so, so much, but she feels like she doesn’t deserve her, sometimes. She’s tried to prove it, before - she showed Ace the crater from a trap she’d built - see, this is who I am, I destroy and I damage and - Ace just giggled and called Betty her “demolition girlfriend”. 

She doesn’t deserve Ace. She definitely, definitely doesn’t deserve her when Ace giggles and passes her the gift - it’s a shield, Salus, safety - always an ongoing theme with Ace, safety - and the banner on it is purple and blue, a sunflower insignia centred in the front - 

She is not going to cry, but she really really wants to.

Safety.

Yeah. That’s. That’s the thing, with Ace. She’s safe.

A few days later, she and Ace visit the Torment Nexus. Ace has never been, and Betty did offer to show her around not long ago but that day went so horribly wrong she doesn’t really want to think about it. So while they’re running about spawn, the thought comes to mind, and Ace immediately agrees.

Betty has… conflicting feelings about the last time she was here. Who she was with. Being with Ace makes it easier to forget, though, when Betty almost falls off one of the balconies or they can’t work out how to get out one of the rooms - 

Ace likes the flower room, of course - when Betty first saw the place, the alliums, she immediately thought of her. It reminds Betty of an unfinished book in her e-chest, purple flower etched into the cover. She needs to finish that - Betty’s good at speaking her love, the words are easy, but showing it in other ways is harder - she’s working on that, though.

Ace deserves it.

They finish the day by carving their initials and a heart into the obsidian maze walls, giggling and laughing. It’s a fun sort of defiance - meaningless, maybe, in the long run, but that’s fine. It’s a good memory to make. 

[absolutefilthimsosorry]

Got my valentines ready ❤️

[theanonymousninja247]

✨ Star Friends ✨

When I found out that @chessman-protocol boy Crit liked Astronomy, let’s just say I was beyond estatic and immediately planned this little comic. Here’s to my boy Vincent doing his best to make friends with folks who share similar interests 😅💙

Funny enough, I didn’t realize I put this in Vincent character’s until I looked at the whole thing, but Vincent very much shares the lack of stranger danger the way I did/ I do to this day. To quote one of my past managers I’m “abnormally friendly” or whatever

I can’t tell you how many times even as a small child (drove my parents nuts) that I saw a cool person with whatever connecting factor and I just straight up walked to them and was like “Ok cool. We’re friends now.” And nobody’s really stopped me? So apparently I have friends now. 😆

Vincent however is just a wholesome baby boy who doesn’t realize he’s actually an intimidating hunk of a turtle and randomly walking up to strangers and not saying anything can be taken the wrong way.

Like I said, he’s trying his best. He wasn’t exactly the most socialized if you can’t tell, but he does love dearly and is certainly a boone of a friend to have once you get past the inevitable social awkwardness. He’s loyal to put because he really doesn’t know better, and I adore him for that. Anyway, dunno if Crit knows any ASL or not, but either way Vincent is just excited to meet somebody else who likes space ✨🌌 💙

[zolanort]

@the-moon-files Behold your gift exchange gift!

Hyrule gets blasted through a wall and it’s not good for his brain. Confused, concussed, and unsure of who or where he is, he must face his greatest challenge yet:

Doors.

[uhohdad]

Do you have a moodboard or visuals for girl who conquered the mountain??? I love how you describe everything ❤️

⌞ THE GIRL WHO CONQUERED THE MOUNTAIN ⌟

⌞ KONIG X READER HUNGER GAMES AU ⌟

[lumiilys]

What if I just rambled in the tags rn?

[valeovalairs]

Made and tried aguapanela for the first time

I drank it plain, honestly liked it better without lemon. To which my mom said of course you do.

[chibishortdeath]

Hmmm I kinda want to make a side blog for RPG Maker game development related things to be able to talk to more experienced people in that community, but at the same time I both don’t really think I’d get much attention and don’t want to accidentally spoil my own game (^^ ; ).

I have a rough story, concept doodles, a tileset, some character sprites, an enemy that walks around but can’t initiate battle yet (if I even decide to have a battle system), a couple rooms with some events, and a functioning run button, but I’m still lost on how to do much else at the moment. Especially since this program has the ability for scripting, meaning I’ll probably have to learn and actually retain another coding language.

So, I’m not very far at all lol. Idk how well that’d go over on the established fandom website, but eh.

[rosicheeks]

I hope your days aren't as heavy and dark, I am sending all the positive thoughts your way. You deserve the best, fairy princess. <3

😭