#Little Miss Laser

[meli-writes]

Writing Masterpost (updated: 10/10/2024)

bio & expectations (for me) here.

welcome to my index of writing where i love vulnerable, intimate writing about kink, violence, and lesbians. stories sorted into categories and listed in recommended reading order, with word count so you can figure out reading time (avg 250/minute).

stories with sexual content marked with (18+), in bold if hardcore, stories with CWs marked with (CW), in bold if they're more serious (i.e explicit violence or sexual assault). unmarked stories may still be erotic or contain violence, but it should be light and non-intense.

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Kayspace

sci-fi setting (inc. for my VN, dekaton date knight). weird technology and literal seas between the stars, with themes about bodily autonomy/consent (esp trans & disabled bodies), anarchist/statist conflict, decaying imperialism, and anti-colonialism.

Mistakes - 2.5K (18+)(CW) prologue. precarity and emotional labour of a space-station escort, the pirate who's got her on retainer, and the mistakes she can't help but keep making.

Bitch Devourer - 3.3K remnant cavalier gets caught by a rebel with a very misinformative callsign. Ch. 01 - 0.45K (18+) Ch. 02 - 0.9K (18+)(CW) Ch. 03 - 2.0K (18+)(CW)

Blood Sugar - 1.1K runaway sugar baby wakes up in a mech pilot medbay, with none of their own blood. Ch. 01 - 1.1K (18+)(CW) Ch. 02 - ???

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Monsters

usually urban fantasy w/ vampires, werewolves, and witches too. has my own rules for curses & magic to make things cuter and gayer. mostly setting for hunter's mark.

Blood Pressure - 1.5K (CW) defeated, closeted huntress gets enthralled & mommy'd by an ancient vampiress.

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Magical Girls

anything where girls get magic powers from space rocks and then get into various superhero/supervillain-based stories. might crossover with criminal stuff.

Little Miss Laser - 11.5K clueless biker-girl villain tries kidnapping the trans magical girl she's smitten with and it goes awkwardly wrong, finding out there's more to her than she thought. Ch. 01 - 4.7K (18+)(CW) Ch. 02 - 6.8K (18+)(CW) Ch. 03 - ???

House Bound - 1.5K ruby's stuck on house arrest duty for a villain, its ex, who won't stop trying to seduce it.

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Criminals

little girls in a big underworld w/ spies, thieves, smugglers, and more. sometimes magic, sometimes mundane.

Prescription - 2.0K (18+)(CW) thief who has to steal to get her meds, caught & punished by mommy mob boss.

Coffee? Vodka. - 1.4K a thief goes to their fence for something different than the usual toys. Ch. 01 - 1.1K Ch. 02 - 0.75K

Slipping Away - 1.5K exposed spy is waiting for her rival to come and kill her, but doesn't want to go. Ch. 01 - 0.35K (CW) Ch. 02 - 0.65K Ch. 03 - 0.55K (CW)

L'État, C'est Mecanisée - 0.95K the royal palace burns and its empress is chained to a clockwork operating table.

Le Loup Des Mers - 1.0K a pirate wakes up with an unexpected guest bound in her bed.

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Fantasy

usually lots of princesses and adventurers getting into trouble. maybe some angel/demon things, some monsters and others, cos it's a looser category.

Truth to be Dared - 7.1K whoever catches the faun gets the princess, so what if the princess does? Ch. 01 - 0.65K (18+)(CW) Ch. 02 - 1.4K (18+)(CW) Ch. 03 - 1.0K Ch. 04 - 1.6K (18+) Ch. 05 - 2.4K (18+)(CW) Ch. 06 - ???

Short Rest - 1.1K the barbarian cursed to forget and the cleric who is definitely just her roommate.

Consort - 1.1K a demon queen breaks her promise to a princess, and wreathes her neck in silver roses. Ch. 01 - 0.4K (18+)(CW) Ch. 02 - 0.7K (18+)(CW)

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Science Fiction

mech pilots, starship pilots, and other space opera drama that doesn't fit into kayspace.

Mechismo - 2.6K a mech pilot works hard for her civilian 'shore-girl' and is owed some sweetness. No. 01 - 0.85K /// Shore-Girl No. 02 - 0.75K /// Declassified No. 03 - 1.0K (18+) /// Speak

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Fanfic

writing based on other's stories, works from tumblr or elsewhere. done for learning & self-indulgent fun.

Thirty-Six - 2.7K (18+)(CW) / +2.8K Original [1][2][3] by Caffeinated Otter a fixer teaches her captive thief a lesson, but which one will break first?

Leap Year - 0.55K (18+)(CW) epilogue to Thirty-Six. a cut-loose thief stills keeps in touch.

Roxanne - 3.9K / +0.55K Original by Caffeinated Otter a regrettable career in bounty hunting, a blahaj, and a fugitive tucked under a blanket. Ch. 01 - 1.9K Ch. 02 - 2.0K

Sex Pollen - 0.95K (18+) / +0.7K Original by Caffeinated Otter yvrette's cheating ex has the most embarrassing alien illness, can she forgive her?

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Essays

or rather extended posts expressing my thoughts that relate (usually) to writing or the topics i write about.

an erotic iconoclasm against patriarchal gender & sexuality dividing line between concept & story an ode to chosting every tumblr post about mecha doll as an expression of gender

[fluffyartbl0g]

Someone get this man a younger sibling that ISNT like. Twice his height.

[landwriter]

i am sorry i was so close-

[cornsarts]

OC-tober Day 4: Under Appreciated OC

Out of my Core OC's I feel like enthusiasm for Red could ALWAYS be higher! Especially since he gets to star in a stop motion film in a one man show! These are from our most recent shoot. Camera wrangler @eeveefreshstudioz, assistance from @geneer-gebubu

[claiborneart]

see you space Bugnarok~

[mariejordans]

thinking about how relieved jordan must’ve been when marie finally woke up…like, how terrified do you think they must’ve been after that blast?

[keeps-ache]

The OCs you posted recently look really cool- could you talk a bit about them? Maybe the antagonists as well?

!! oh thank you :D

suuure yea :>> it's a smaller, newer thing of mine so not a lot n some of it may change!! but here's some profiles lol,

✧ Tide (the square head; they/them) is some sort of creature thing who lives in a remnant of an old world that decayed a long time ago after finding themself trapped there (that changes after they meet the goddess). they're head over heels for the goddess that still remains in the corridors there and they're not very normal about it hbfhvs - they can't be killed by any regular shmegular means and i have fun with that loll

✧ Vernor (ponytail gal; she/her) i don't have a lot for her, but she ended up in the same place Tide did and is very upset about it, understandably. she's good a martial arts and cries easily, and is pretty suspicious of most strangers :) she has a small knife-thing that works like a witch's broom (you have to hold the little handle for dear life though lmao) but i haven't gotten around to drawing it so !

✧ Dire (red circle; he/him) was created by the aforementioned goddess to dump emotions/thoughts she didn't want into, and then just sent him on his way lmfvhsh - because of that he is confused most of the time and still pretends to know everything but is figuring things out for real lol :3👍he hates to change his clothing and is snappy, and the snappiness may get worse on personal proximity hbfshv

^ these three have a Thing goin on. mostly qpp cuz i think it's fun :33

✧ Sleepy (the antagonist, he/him) the elusive guy. elusive bc i haven't drawn him lmfsh - another budy trapped in this old chunk of a dead world, he is also upset about it but to a much more desperate extent lol - his name isn't actually Sleepy but Tide nicknamed him that when they first met and now he can't seem to shake it hfsh, he Does hate it :) he is violent but he can play nicies so he does that most time loll

✧ the goddess (only thing holding this world together, She/her/it (capitalization is optional :3)) has been here for ages, ages, ages. her world's been long dead but she just keeps living for the monotony of it hfsh; plus, it's like her job never ended if she just keeps doing the same regular things she always did. bc of that it's actually preserved her chunk of annihilation, and sucks other creatures in w/o her knowing. the chunk is like a maze that keeps changing shape, so unless you can see it from a god's eyes the place is iiiiiinfinite! and terrible; the place changes to her moods and wishes, which can be interpreted p strangely lol :3 she's talked to and kept Tide around bc she needed somebody to deal with all these weird people coming into her dang house, and it's worked out fairly well (dubious)! :D

the world-chunk is inspired by vaporwave, abandoned malls, and the distinct smell of chlorine my mother has sometimes loll :)

[kunikisss]

mourning my leg hair rn. im so dysphoric i might die

[machiot]

🧃"Oh aren't you adorable! Have you met my little sister Elise? I think the two of you might enjoy shopping together..."

With her hair hiding one of her eyes (a look Marni also sports, mind you) and a circlet reminiscent of horns, the woman approaching Marni with a juice box in hand reminds her of a certain someone. Regardless, Marni is glad she holds back on the instinctive "whaddya want" that would have tumbled out of her mouth, because the first words out of the Camilla's mouth are praise for her.

Well, if it's gonna be like that...

"I'm super cute, right?" Marni preens, puffing out her chest. "Feel free to tell me more about how adorable I am!"

But alas, much to Marni's chagrin there is juice to be drunk and more conversation to be had than just talking about how cute she is. Unfortunately.

She shakes the juice to redistribute the contents inside. Come to think of it, she had just yelled a lot out on the field. She'd been so caught up in the indignity of the half-finished match that she hadn't realized how thirsty she was until the juice box was right in front of her face.

"Elise? Never heard of her. She look like you?"

[greyywalll]

I made these years ago in high school but i still think they're some of the most fun things I've made. (Top is a coaster bottom is for going on a necklace)

[simcardiac-arrested]

Eight “No, I am not crazy about men” Strikes

[meli-writes]

House Bound

Precious Soul Ruby smouldered. Not in any way singed with sweetness but in the way that was singeing a circle of black ash around the conversation pit where she was presently and rather deliberately languishing. It thudded sparks into the air, arousing a terrible amusement in her every time it had to hastily trample them back down.

She giggled, traced her fingers over her cheeks and ran them between her lips. Then using them to delicately pluck another grape to play with, following Ruby all the while. At some point she’d drop one in her cleavage again. It wasn’t going to ask if she was wearing anything under the robe because the grape thing was bait and she’d tried it four times now.

Instead it only dared, occasionally, with considerable premeditation, to give her a scorching glare. Desperate to remind her that she was supposed to be the one stuck here, not it.

It wasn’t helping.

“Just tell me what your bloody plan is, already, Saf.” it demanded, because it knew she had one, because stealing leftover takeout from its fridge and acting like she still lived here — lived here with Ruby — was not a plan.

"You."

Ruby stopped in its tracks and annealed its better senses. Saffiyah wouldn’t let Ruby leave her alone, refusing to shower because — while it was supposed to at least be in the bathroom — it insisted, with burning cheeks, on her privacy.

But you’ve seen me so many times before, Deer. What if I short circuit the ankle monitor and escape? Don’t you want to be a good little minder — for me?

Instead she’d taken to teasing about how much it must’ve missed her ‘girlsmell’ leaving Ruby bristling hotly. “What do you mean, me?”

Saffiyah laid back over the pit’s rim, splaying into Ruby’s path.

“I think my plan,” slipping a shoulder out of her silk robe, “is you.”

Ruby realigned and hot-footed it to the breakfast bar, crumbling carpet on-route. It was what Saf insisted on, where Ruby knew it should have been vinyl.

Why had it ever, ever let itself listen to her?

“No, no, no. I do not think that’s going to be your plan.” The little alarm clock reassured it only had a few more hours of this, and then Saffiyah would never be its problem again.

Would never see her ever, ever again.

“Why? All your friends still say you like me.” All our friends, Saf. Ours. “Would anyone even know? They’ll assume it happened anyway, so why not just—”

The cut-off was cauterising. “No— Because you’re a bad guy now.”

Saf looked out the patio window, frowning, and pondered a bitter response. “Wow. Misgendering, and from you of all creatures.”

Ruby fumbled the clock out of its hands, sending it to the floor. Chilly words freezing it like it had been caught in headlights, gaze fixed to Saf, still staring back — faux-broken heart thumping in her eyes — knowing and caring it preferred that over people.

“Hey! No I don’t mean— Look, you’re a— bad… girl?” it bleated, swallowing the moment it had because—

“Ooh, I like the sound of that. Say it again.”

“No! I know what you’re doing,” it pouted — propping one hand on-hip and proffering the other in a foolishly accusative point. “You are a criminal — you broke the law! So until the trial for criminals like you, you will sit around and do nothing without me telling you to.”

Saf tumbled another grape in her mouth, calculated, and squelched it between her teeth with a provocative snap. “And what would you tell me to do?”

Its finger curled like roasted paper, before clutching it close to its chest. “If you actually would listen to me — for once, ever — maybe not blow up a factory?” And then twisted its split-toed boots towards each other, knowing it was a mistake to have this fight again.

“God, still such a cop. You know what the factory was making, right?”

Easy, the Police Chief’s address, don’t say that part, said it was— “Protective gear, okay?”

“Riot gear. You know, protective gear specifically for cops, like you.”

Smoke started pouring from its nostrils. Saffiyah rushed backwards as Ruby stormed forwards, falling against the table and splashing a half-empty wine glass on herself.

“I am not a cop! I don’t— I don’t fight riots. You know that, you—” It knew it wasn’t worth fighting about who it was, it was complicated and couldn���t win that. “You were one of us, Sapphire.”

“Amaye, I know you don’t.”

Broken Soul — or whatever edgy nonsense it was — Sapphire tried pulling herself back together. The wine chilled and crackled off of her, the carpet snapping as she tugged her fearfully frozen grasp free.

“You just— you protect the people who do. Keep the system steaming along.” The gem, buried irretrievably deep in her chest, hummed a gentle blue.

But Ruby’s still blazed, gleaming and frothing like a bonfire, resting on a chain at the tip of its sternum. “You watch a single fucking video essay and now THIS!” Its hair burst into flames, raging uncontrollably, smoke pooling across the ceiling.

A dulled alarm droned, vents spurred, and sprinklers doused the pair of them. Amaye’s hair settling as embers, and collapsing across its face, hiding the tears trickling down.

“You broke up with me, so why are you even trying? Why do you even fucking care.”

Saffiyah pulled herself up, stilling the rain around her, and then around them both, as she approached. You don’t understand how bad it really is. You won’t believe me.

“For someone who burns so hot, you’ve never been the brightest light — have you, Deer?” Even being sweet she had to be mean. “Obviously I wanted you to chase me, pursue me—”

“Join you.” Saf slid hands around its hips, close enough to hear the tears falling. “Except that I actually respected your boundaries, even while you betrayed me.”

It looked up from the brilliant blue, casting an outline of her ribs, to her eyes. “So why even try? You had to know you'd get caught.”

“Of course I did, and knew I’d end up here with you. Who else to watch me, who else would keep me bothered to stay under arrest?” She brushed the squidgy strands of hair away from its face, drew out the water so it could flutter again like its heart. “It must’ve been so stressful as of late, without me, so who else to get you to loosen up a little?”

The sprinklers shut off, Saffiyah letting the still droplets splash around them. Ruby glanced at the clock, she didn’t know there was just a couple hours left to go. Maybe the shower wasn’t a bad idea, the irony of Sapphire, the watery Magical Girl, not bathing was fragrantly and unpleasantly apparent. She should smell better when she gets carted off.

“We’re not talking about this.” it muttered sternly, eyeballing the bathroom door.

Saf’s eyes followed first, then her legs.

“Oh, but we will. You'll realise soon enough — you’re the one who’s really stuck here.”

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Amaye shook its head and looked around blearily. Every surface had been soaked or scorched or both, plaster and glass sundered. Fuck the vinyls, it needed a new condo.

And then it shook its hands, and realised they were still cuffed, dangling from the ceiling with the ankle monitor wrapped around one of them. Its legs too, calves bound to thighs so it rested loosely on its knees, rocking to and fro.

Finally able to focus, it could see it dangling in front on a piece of bloody twine — the Ruby gem. If only it could reach, the lightest touch would give Amaye the spark to melt itself free. Amaye groaned, and began to shuffle wearily against the bindings towards it.

But then the alarm — case bursting out in blackened twists, clock window turned milky, roiling and whining in its death throes — let Amaye know it was time for Saf’s pickup.

And now it twisted against chains and silky ropes in panic, lurching forward only to fall backwards like a damned pendulum. If Emmy or Tope saw it like this, oh it was never gonna recover. That was Saf’s fucking plan. Amaye would have no choice but to see her again.

At the least, so it could pop her fucking head like microwaving an apple—

Knock. Knock. Knock.

“Hold on! Be— Right— There—” it called out.

It pressed forward— and back— and forward— getting closer every time. It only needed a few more moments, just a few. It was so close. And Saf at least was courteous enough to dress it back up, and hopefully had drowned the security tapes too.

“It’s— just trouble— with the lock!” it blistered.

It could make this look like a fight, the room was ruined enough, like Saf had made her move and escaped, it was so close, it just had to—

Click.

It pushed forward one last desperate time, feeling the barest little brush and sparkle at her fingertips.

Precious Soul Emerald’s voice beamed through the opening crack, Topaz and Diamond audibly shuffling behind. “No worries, sweetie, I found my spare, I—”

It was so close.

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(Masterpost)

originally written 20/12/2023, in response to Making-up-Magical-Girls' prompt:

Magical Enby Who Is Legally Obligated To Be Here, And Morally Obligated To Be Anywhere Else

[bmpmp3]

after six years of the game being out and after three and a half years of me actually playing the game i have finally beat botw. did u know finishing video games is. fun,,

[apuff-rb]

this confused me for the longest time after i figured out what it meant, like i understand the metaphor...but they don't have regular guns and bullets in this world, right? they have blasters and lasers? so is it just that metal guns have existed recently enough that they can still have a place in speech as a fossil words? or are there actually metal guns in addition to laser ones?

I realized that in bulletproof heart when he says “you got a hollow point smile” it’s referring to hollow point bullets that do a lot more damage than normal bullets. SO THE SMILE WILL PIERCE HIS SEEMINGLY BULLETPROOF HEART

[peppermintbutch]

ARLGSDBGKSJ. another 1am gender crisis

[kaerinio]

introduce modern!dany to things she may have missed during her childhood!🥺😭