#I'm not a writer

[the-barefoot-hatter]

I've seen a few Billford fics where Dipper is onto/extremely suspicious that Bill isn't exactly "human", but I think the reverse concept is much much funnier... where Dipper's convinced Ford is the cryptid and Bill is 100% the normal guy

Dipper "Paranoia" Pines: "Mabel, don't you think there's something WEIRD about Great-Uncle Ford??? He barely sleeps, he wears a turtleneck AND coat in the middle of summer, he has a ranked blood 'flavor profile' list, he always sneaking around at night, he always smells like brunt hair... which is... also weird but not really a sign of anything I guess... but I still think he's vampire? Maybe?? -chewing pen, frantically searching The Monster Book of Monsters for more clues- Mabel: "What, Dipper, you're crazy! Right Grunkle Bill?" Bill Cipher -clearly doing something supernatural, up to and including still being a floating triangle in a top hat- "Gee, I dunno Shooting Star, personally I've always suspected my hubbie's a shaved Bigfoot... how else do you explain Stan?" Dipper -oblivious to the real cryptid in the shack-: SEE, yes, thank you, good to know we have one voice of reason in this house!

[pigeonstab]

Sometimes I feel like for characterization the right way to go is to keep things from the audience. Like for Papyrus. There's a lot of stuff we don't see about Paps, and I feel like that's integral to his character (and Sans's) and if you remove that absence it ends up not feeling right. Does that make sense? Even if you extrapolate and you're correct about him, to make it feel like it does in undertale you have to keep the audience wondering.

Is Papyrus naive and ignorant or is he very aware? Whether you think one is right or wrong, in undertale the charm is that you can never tell. To make it feel like Papyrus you can't show evidence of either.

I feel like in trying to figure out Papyrus's inner psychology and apply it we forget that it's actually something that's meant to be hidden from the viewers.

[sky-is-the-limit]

Smut writers feel free to write this! (Feminine pronouns used but feel free to change it!) (+18/MDNI)

FYI: I'm not a writer nor good at this! Just thirsty:)

I had a filthy thought of being railed by Price in the common area outside the bathrooms and Gaz accidentally walks in 👀 (gifs below inspired me).

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You were being bratty/needy as fuck even though you knew it was a hectic day, especially for him. At first you felt a little hurt that he brushed you off the first time when you started kissing his neck while he was signing some paperwork for the next mission. "Not now, doll. Can't you see I'm busy?" He murmured the last words almost as a whisper so you know that it's the work that's annoying him and not you.

"Come on, Captain, can't you take a little break for your girl?" You purred in his ear, hands slowly trailing down his chest over the tight military shirt he knows drives you crazy when he wears it (he was about to throw it away because it was too tight on him until he saw you practically drooling and being the lil shit he is, he started wearing it more often)

"Don't you have anything more productive to do, private, than bother your Captain?" Oh now it's on. His tone was serious as if he was scolding a child, making you stand up straight, rolling your eyes at his typical way of treating you when you're 'overstepping'.

"You weren't complaining this morning about my productivity, Captain." You reply to his dismissive comment, full of sarcasm, crossing your arms over your chest as you make your way in front of his desk. "In fact, you were quite content with my mouth on your c-" a knock on the door makes you take 3 steps back, a playful smirk on your face as you watch Price take a deep breath trying to process both your boldness and someone almost walking in on you, talking about your forbidden affair with him.

"Uh, is this a bad time?" Kyle awkwardly says, holding the door open not daring to walk inside, obviously uncomfortable from the staring contest you and Price share, neither backing down.

"No, Sergeant, private Y/L/N was just leaving." Price mumbles with a raised eyebrow, only turning his gaze towards the door for a second then back at you, indicating that you have to leave before he actually gets mad.

On your way out, you briefly touch Kyle's arm, give him a small smile before exiting Price's office. You know John is a confident man. In his skills, his work, the way he carries himself with authority in every room he steps in. The only thing that makes him feel uneasy is when younger men try to steal your attention. Not because he doesn't trust you, he knows that the second he asks for you to get on your knees, you comply better than any soldier he ever had to command to follow an order and he always praises you for it.

"Look at my eager girl, so desperate to please her Captain huh?"

"Eyes up when you take me in, I want to stare into those pretty eyes, soldier."

"You can't be disrespectful with your mouth full, now can you?"

The insecurity that you could fall for a younger, charming man always creeps in his mind yet he pushes the thought away, cursing himself at the possibility he might have stronger feelings for you than just the physical pleasure you two share almost every night.

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10:30pm. You've been staring at the clock on the wall an hour now, waiting for the right time to come. You know Price always goes into the showers at this exact time, every single night before he goes to sleep as the showers are always empty. Exhausted soldiers and staff always in bed by then, leaving the luxury of a quiet, warm shower to himself.

You step into the common area timidly, checking if anyone's around but as expected, you find it empty and cold like it always is this late at night. No sound but the water running inside the nearest shower and the fast beating of your anxious heart as you slowly strip naked. It scares you how bad you want him, how he's your first thought in the morning and the last before you fall asleep. How you, a strong, independent and confident woman can feel so fragile, so desperate to please his every desire, how the second he asks you to go to his room, you waste no time, trailing behind him like a lost puppy. It's pathetic really, but for him? You'd do far worse.

With nothing but a towel wrapped around your naked body, you slowly push the curtain of the shower back, taking in the full sight in front of you. Yeah, you'd do anything for him and he knows it. He doesn't even flinch or turn around, he knows it's you. It's always you. You can see the smirk playing on his lips before he speaks with that husky, deep voice that makes your knees go weak, every fucking time.

"I don't fuck you one day and you come running to me, hm?" Price turns around slowly, eyeing you up and down before his fingers touch the top of the towel, softly caressing your skin. "Desperation looks so fucking good on you sweetheart" He leans closer to whisper in your ear before his fingers make the towel drop on the wet floor, the cold air sending a shiver down your spine as he pushes you gently out of the shower, to the nearest wall.

"I left my girl all needy and now I have to make up for it, don't I?" He whispers on your neck as his lips leave wet, sloppy kisses on your burning skin. Before you can lean back onto the wall to enjoy his attention, he places his hand on your back and with a swift move, pushes you in the common area. The look of surprise on your face as you turn to look at him must be the best entertainment he has had the last couple of days.

"What if someone walks in? Can't we go back into the shower?" You grab the nearest towel but before you can wrap it around yourself, he backs you up against the cold table in the middle of the room, both his hands placed on each side of you so you can't move.

"You wanted to sneak up on me and couldn't wait until I finished my shower." You open your mouth to answer with a pathetic excuse you know damn well wouldn't work on him but his hands cut you off before you even try, lifting you up from your thighs onto the cold steeled table. "You know it is the only time I get to have some peace and quiet but you being the greedy little slut that you are, couldn't wait a few more minutes huh?" He raises his voice, tone changed into the one he always uses when you're being a brat and fuck, you wouldn't want it any other way. The smirk forming on your lips and the intentional roll of your eyes must have pressed a button as he pushes your shoulders down so now you're laying on the table, feeling his hands trail down from your waist to your thighs, pushing them open.

"Now you're gonna get fucked like you want so bad, out in the open. If you behaved nicely, you'd be laying down on a soft bed but you decided to be a brat tonight" His grip tightens around your thighs, certain to leave bruises, as he lowers himself so his head is inches away from your soaked entrance, his eyes piercing yours, not breaking eye contact like his life depends on it.

"And you're gonna get treated like one." With one quick move he puts both of your legs on his shoulders, dragging you across the table, the cold metal and unexpected action letting a loud moan leave your mouth before you cover it with your palm in an attempt to stay quiet, unsuccessfully so.

"What the-" Oh fuck. You freeze in your tracks as a second voice comes from behind the lockers, making you jump up immediately. Your terrified gaze slowly meets Kyle's equally frightened eyes as his mouth hangs open to the sight in front of him, frozen in place with only a towel wrapped around his waist. You knew it was risky, just because the showers were always empty around that time, didn't mean that an exception was out of the question. It just happened to be tonight.

"I'm just gonna- fuck, I- bye" Gaz mumbles quickly, the confusion of this unfortunate, awkward encounter visibly written on his face but before he can walk out, so you can die comfortably in shame, the next sentence makes your blood run cold.

"Not so fast, Sergeant." Price commands, his expression unbothered if not unsurprising, like he wanted this to happen. He wanted someone to walk in.

"You're gonna sit on that chair and you're gonna watch how brats like her deserve to be treated."

[local-loser-clown]

Firstly, I am so glad my vision made you that happy 😊

Secondly, if Mihawk fell first cuz Buggy made him laugh. Then Buggy fell harder in love when hearing that laugh.

I mean, think of it. A man who's infamous for his glare and haunting beauty. Wolrd renown for his class, blunt, and taste. And Buggy made him drop his walls and laugh. It probably became Buggy's most favorite sound in the whole world.

Sorry for the late responses. I got distracted with writing Mihawk's slow descent into madness with processing that he fell for Buggy.

Mihawk was definitely the one who fell first, but by the gods, did Buggy fall harder. But can you really blame him? He got the Dracule Mihawk to laugh and not just a small chuckle. He got Mihawk to fully laugh, big smile and all. How was he not supposed to get star-struck and slamming face first into developing a crush. Buggy would do anything to hear him laugh on a daily basis.

And imagine Buggy's shock in having the man he thought he could only dream of calling his, be the one who says that he fell for him of all people. Mihawk fell for him. Dracule Mihawk, the world's strongest swordsman, a man known for his taste, bluntness, and class. Fell for Buggy.

[saltismysugar]

Dreamt of affini last night for the first time, I'm no great writer or anything but I do love to overshare so here I go. ❤️ This was a vivid dream, I've been repeating it to myself all morning so I don't forget it, it was incredible.

I dreamt that I was "dating" an affini in a way, she didn't make an appearance herself but she had sent me a locket but with instructions not to open it immediately. It was small, plain, golden, nothing unique about it. But it always felt cold against my skin, I could always feel exactly where it was under my shirt.

I took it with me to work (why on earth I was going to work if I was with an affini I'll never know😂) and through the whole morning I was distracted by the locket. I always felt it against my skin, oddly cold but not unpleasantly so. Just cold enough I never forgot it was there. Curiosity got the best of me, and I took it out and opened it.

Immediately a light mist escapes the locket with a little hiss and keeps pouring out. It's cold along my hand and arm, like it was refrigerated somehow. It smells SO GOOD, I'll never smell another scented candle again without wishing it smelled like that wonderfully cool mist in that locket. I got lost in it, I stared in the empty locket which at this point is basically a fog machine and I'm dying to put my face in it and breath deeply as I can.

Right then, a co-worker starts talking to me across the desk, somehow oblivious to the smoke and I realize I'm desperately horny. I'm red as a beet, I'm squirming in my chair, I can feel pressure in my groin start to build, I CANNOT let anyone see me like this!

I desperately am trying to smother the locket to stop the smoke, I have it gripped in my hand so so tightly but the smoke still escapes my fingers and now my whole hand is tingling and cold but somehow warm at the same time, I can't tell what my co-worker is saying, I'm just smiling and nodding and sweating while trying to shove the locket somehow deeper in my own closed fist.

Can she not smell the mist? Can she not see I'm as red as a tomato? I need to stop squirming but I can't, I'm practically grinding on my own chair, my vision is getting blurry, I'm beginning to sweat, I can tell I'm nearly about to orgasm, I'm going to die of embarrassment but I NEED this I want to just bury my face in the locket and and finally-

And then I woke up. Had my hand outside the blankets and my fist gripped tight around nothing. Lying on my stomach, pathetically grinding against my mattress.

I've never had a sex dream like this one before. It was on a whole different level. I'm a changed person.

[godihatethiswebsite]

Desert Oasis

✽ Johnny "Soap" Mactavish x f!reader (The Mummy AU)

Main Masterlist ✽ Ao3

✽ Part 1 - Learning about your cousin and his past

Maybe Kyle actually used to serve with John until one mission pushed him a bit too far past his moral compass and he ended up leaving his military career behind, travelling down to see his last remaining relative – *you*.

You two had been thick as thieves growing up, family always visiting on holidays as his much more persuasive self – quite a charmer even for a seven year old – was fond of conning you into mischief you had no business being a part of. Now when he's not pestering you he frequents bars to help shake off the PTSD and find people with some coin to do odds and ends jobs for.

Catching up with Kyle usually always included a stroll down memory lane reminiscing about his old war stories. His troublemaking tendencies didn't change as he got older. He was just better about talking his way out of getting disciplined for it. But you'd heard plenty of tales about what he got up to with the notorious Sergeant MacTavish back in the day. More than enough to suggest the man was a scoundrel despite the praise your cousin laid on thick regarding his ability to always have your back in a skirmish.

So when an anonymous tip leads you to a man who can supposedly get you to the fabled city of Hamunaptra and they pull John out of his jail cell, Kyle just gives him a shit eating grin leaning against the bars and says, "Hope you didn't have to bend over for anyone in there."

"Nah. They said mah mouth's prettier than mah arse anyways."

Meanwhile you're standing there watching this conversation with your eyes glued to the man behind the bars with filthy desert tanned skin, bit-too-long stubble, the strangest choice in hairstyle, and cerulean blue eyes sparkling with the promise of mischief thinking 'dear lord what am I getting myself into?'

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[ttroubledwaters]

hunger games marauders au with the prompt "smile, you're on camera"

[vasilysbinoculars]

Kindred Lovers AU

Toxic lovers into kindred love, modern AU where Ogt and Va meet at university. They develop an unhealthy relationship only to separate and reunite years later.

Vasio brain rot. I binge posted this on twit, lost 2 followers, now I've compiled and posted them here. Loose style writing. Think of it as notes.

I might draw segments of this, or add onto the AU later.

Segment 1

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Ogt and Va meet at university in Japan. They're undergraduate students. They start as a fling then it turns into a situationship.

Their relationship gets messy. They’re both terrible partners. Ogt has jealousy issues. Va has an avoidant attachment style. Ogt gets involved with other people.

Va decides he’s had enough. For his last semester, Va transfers out of the university without Ogt knowing. Ogt sends him some nasty messages because of course he does. Va never responds.

Years pass. After undergrad, Ogt pursued dental school. Va graduated in Japan then went back to Russia.

They’re in their 30s now. After years of schooling in Tokyo, Ogta gets tired and he decides to start a private practice in Ibaraki. In the small town, there’s a rumor of a foreign painter who has moved in.

He’s tall, handsome with blond hair and piercing blue eyes. Ogt doesn’t think much of it until someone mentions the last name Pavlichenko.

While closing his practice, Ogt latches the door key. There’s a distinct voice in the distance. Ogt looks up. His eyes catch a few strands of blond hair being whiffed by the wind. A pair of blue eyes that are too familiar.

The lips of the man that disappeared so many years ago softly part and faintly speaks, “… Ogata?”

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Even though it’s been years, Va is quite happy to see Ogt again. In front of Ogts private practice, Va quickly grabs Ogtas hand. In a soft tone, Va asks how he’s been doing. Va wasn’t expecting to run into him in such a small town.

For a brief moment, Ogt ignores his hand being held as closed off feelings of buried jealousy creeps back up again. “What? I've told you Ibaraki is where I’m from-“ His usually cold hands turn warm from Vas palm. The change in temperature makes Ogt snap out of it.

“Forget it.” Ogt shakes off Vas hand and abruptly walks away.

The rest of the AU is Va and Ogt trying to mend things. They’re older now with more experience and patience.

Va has learned to communicate openly. Those years back in Russia, Ilya really drilled into him that Va needed to change. Ogt has had several lovers since they’ve separated but they’ve never ended well. Eventually he gave up on partnership to focus on schooling.

Their second time running into each other is at a small-local bar. Va gets a chance to apologize to Ogt and Ogt listens. They get a bit drunk. Ogt catches himself reaching for Vas hand a few times and he touches Vas forearm. Playfully, Ogt pushes Vas shoulder-

Ogts light touches send electric currents through Vas body making him realize the man he left behind was the one he should have stayed with. He wonders if he should tell Ogt this, but decides to mediate over those feelings later.

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It’s a bit of a slow burn. Va desires more of Ogtas touch and he'll brush his finger tips against Ogtas wrist whenever he gets the chance. Doesn’t matter if they’re alone or in public. Although he likes Va, Ogt is apprehensive.

His burns from Va suddenly leaving him all those years ago have stayed with him. His failed relationships have made it worse. Ogt isn’t the most receptive to physical touch, but he will reach for Vas hand when they’re alone.

One night after bar hopping, they walk back arm-in-arm to Ogtas apartment. Va insisted it was too cold for Ogta to walk alone and Va insisted on accompany him.

Ogt: Really? It's not even snowing. Va: I know how you are. You get cold easily. Ogt: It can't be helped... Va: Then it's decided. Let's go.

Shamelessly, Va grabs Ogt by the hand before wrapping his arm around Ogatas. Together, they begin their walk back. A light blush develops on both of their faces.

It’s a quiet night. They stand in front of Ogts apartment complex for a while making small conversation. Neither of them want to part, but it doesn’t feel right to continue the night any further.

Va reaches his arms out toward Ogt as an invitation for a hug. Ogtas mind hesitates, but his body naturally leans forward to accept Vas embrace. It’s warm, safe, enduring.

Ogt feels Vas face brush against his own to settle against the crevice of his neck. The condensation of Vas breath in the cold air builds against Ogts exposed skin. The closeness of bodies proves to be too much. Between his arms, Va feels Ogt lightly jerk away.

Va knows it’s a queue to stop the embrace and let’s go. Blushing red, Va departs after wishing Ogt a good night.

Segment 3.5

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10-15 minutes pass by after Va left Ogts apartment. He gets a message from Ogt. “Hey I had fun tonight. Thanks for walking me back. You’re right I might have froze to death. I might have made the hug awkward.”

Va smiles and responds shortly “your hands are too cold.” They send each other messages for the next hour. Va mentions wanting to try the cafe around the corner. Ogt offers to take him.

They fall asleep in separate beds, in separate apartments, both still holding their phones in their hands.

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It’s been a few months since Ogt and Va reconnected in Ibaraki. The warmer weather allowed for more outdoor activities and Ogt promised to take Va to the coast.

Both men seemed more like small children when they explored the tide pools. Ogtas always been fearless. He picked up small creatures with his hands, and no matter what it was, whether it be a crab or small octopus, Va took interest in it.

While exploring the wooded areas, Ogt found a bit of gray squirrel fur. It looked like it had been plucked during a squirrel fight. Up until this point, Va was interested in everything Ogt showed him even large beetles.

Va was busy sketching in his book when Ogt approached him. “Hey open your hand. I want to show you something.” Ogts hand was clasped tightly and Va wondered what he could be holding.

Va obediently held his hand out and Ogt dropped the squirrel fur into his hand. Once Va realized what it was, he shrieked and tossed the squirrel fur onto the ground. This was when Ogt learned Va hated squirrels.

Ogt picked up the small piece of fur and proceeded to chase the taller man around in circles. Grabbing Ogts wrist, Va speaks to Ogt in erratic Russian ordering him to drop the fur. Vas speaking so frantically, Ogt bursts into laughter. The fur slips through Ogts held hands.

Vas breathing slows down as he watches Ogt tear up from laughter. He's never seen Ogt laugh so much, and he wants to witness it more often. “You don’t like squirrels?” Ogt chuckled. He doesn’t seem to notice Va pulling on his wrist to bring him closer.

Va doesn’t answer right away. He seemed more concerned with remembering the fine details of Ogts bright face. Under his breath, Va finally gives an answer, “No, I like you though...” Va lets go of Ogts wrist to place his hands on Ogts waist.

By the time Ogt noticed the change in touch, Vas lips faintly hovered over his own. “Is this okay?” Va whispered gently, waiting for a response. Ogt found himself gazing into clear blue eyes that have softened with age.

Ogt nodded his head in agreement. A hushed response so quiet, Va might have missed it, “Yes.”

Ogt leaned forward and placed his lips against Vas. Their arms intertwined. Hands find soft holds against warm bodies under the shade of a tree.

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Stuff I'll add on later:

Vas time back in Russia. Appearance of Ilya. (yay)

General thoughts about their sex life during university and post-reuniting.

[starkholme]

"When I was a kid, whenever I'd feel small or lonely, I'd look up at the stars, wondered if there was life up there. Turns out I was looking in the wrong direction."

Kastle x Pacific Rim AU

[allisberris]

thinking about yandere sebastian coding you/a character just like you into the visual novel he'd been programming just to not have anyone beta test it bcuz he'd never let another person have the opportunity to get that close to you in game or irl. he would also play it on repeat bcuz i said so

[i-ate-all-of-my-toes]

hey guys hahaha how are we doing to-

VOMITS THIS UP

[madischoolreport]

Writer / Storyteller

Who are you as a writer? What experiences (personal and/or professional) have shaped your identity as a writer? Me? A writer? Gosh, I wouldn't go that far yet! I would describe my writing as less write-y and more storyteller-y. I've been running tabletop games with my friends since I was little and since then, I would say that I've developed my storyteller skills to a great extent! Though, since it is an improvisational game where all players and the GM (Game Master) has their own creative input, I've learned how to tell good stories on the fly, with little preparation, and with twists and turns that would make you dizzy. But actually putting writing to paper? Putting my thoughts into a coherent storyline? That's something I haven't dabbled much in. I've got good bones in me to have a head start in writing, but none of the practice. So that's what I'm hoping to achieve! Getting out there in the big scary world wide web and putting my words in the immortal ink of the internet!

[sadiegirl2021]

Look at me making a little mood board for my unfinished fic! 3 more chapters are in the works though. Just need to find the motivation to finish them...

[duncanor]

Trigun Baseball AU which starts normally,

then make Vash remember all of Trimax and turn it into 'a came back wrong' + doomed narrative horror story.

[whales-are-gay]

hey i tried :-)