#Officially a new wip *cries*

[dizazter-dragoon]

Me: Almost finished with the Kiri x Reader Gym Bros smut :D I'm so proud of myself for getting something don-

Brain: Ay- So here's a dream about villain/vigilante nonbinary Keigo Takami going by Basilisk. Is the red in her hair dye or blood? And are those amber eyes actually glowing or is that a trick of the light.

Brain: With earrings like that I have a hard time believing that Villain!Hawks wouldn't absolutely have a thing for decking Reader out in gemstone jewelry, and then overstimulating them with oral to watch with slitted pupils as shiny stones, metal and those pretty eyes glisten in the low light due to their squirms.

Me: ...Why do you hate me

[maccreadysbaby]

Writing Tips!

category : angst

a few tips on writing angst! all examples provided are from my own works, linked next to the quotation!

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when describing a character who’s at their breaking point, completely ready to be done with all of this, metaphors and similes are key. metaphors and similes are one of the best ways to help a reader understand how the character feels without directly telling them. they make the statement more powerful and atmosphere-painting.

ex. ❝He felt a it coming; a catastrophic storm brewing somewhere deep inside of him that would demolish everything in its path,❞ (x)

ex. ❝The anxiety that clawed at his throat was so familiar it was like an old friend.❞ (x)

don’t just talk about your character being weak, show us! describe how they’re moving, (if they are) how they’re breathing, wincing, groaning, limping, how with every step they take a new wave of unbearable pain reverberates through their bones.

ex. ❝He couldn’t take a step without nearly falling over from the vertigo, and he’d thrown up whatever fuel was left inside him all over the pre-war pavement of the city. He was officially running on empty.❞ (x)

❝Pulling his eyes open only made it worse, and he groaned in agony, squirming slightly on top of whatever hard surface he was laying on to try and ease the pain. It didn’t work.❞ (x)

when a character is sad or about to cry, don’t just describe it by tears! albeit, tears can be a powerful writing tool for a character whose never cried before, such as one of mine in my wip novel. but for characters that are already heavily emotional, use other descriptions and features. a facial expression can illustrate heartbreak, they can lash out in anger when they’re trying to keep it together, and when they hit they’re breaking point, meltdown style, then you can introduce the tears. just make sure you make the pain the focal point of the work, and not the crying. let the crying be the result of the pain, don’t let the crying introduce the pain. characters don’t need to cry to show that they’re hurting. it might be frantic shuffling, making jokes, sitting in silence, not being themselves, etc.

ex. ❝Their last words came out as a half-voiced whimper, but Deacon flinched like they’d screamed it. Little did they know, it’d hit him like a bullet to the chest.❞ (x)

ex. ❝It was his mask: hide the brokenness with a warm smile and a nice laugh. “Heart still beating and all?” He continued with a half-hearted chuckle.❞ (x)

if you’ve previously established your characters having some kind of trait that implies they would handle trauma or pain in a certain way, don’t change it! if your character is known for running to drugs, don’t make them suddenly just burst into tears in front of the main character. if your characters blunt, make them say it bluntly. if your characters a known crybaby, let them have a cry. just don’t stray from your character build to accommodate emotions — after all, emotions don’t control your character, you do! let those characters handle it how they know to until they can’t anymore. then their final breakdown will have more meaning.

ex. ❝They hadn’t seen Scout in a solid two days, nor had they heard anything about him from anyone. He was standing next to the doorway, dark eyes whiter than normal, hands trembling by his sides. He was sweating almost profusely and looked like he was terrified. If they didn’t know any better, they’d think he was just super worried. But they knew better. The question was, how bad would the withdrawals be this time?❞ (x)

ex. ❝’I’m not (okay),’ He admitted simply, shifting his gaze back towards the noodle robot ahead.❞ (x)

include internal dialogue. even if you’re writing in third and not first person, you can still include internal dialogue! simply interjecting the thoughts into the text like another sentence. it will feel like the characters asking the question or making the statement. it’s a key part of letting the reader in on how your character feels, thinks, and handles their pain.

ex. ❝Why her? Why him? Why them? He knew why — it was his own fault. His own past choices. He’d done this to himself.❞ (x)

ex. ❝His body was aching, and he couldn’t remember the last time he ate or drank, but his own relief wasn’t in the question. What kind of relief did he deserve when his son was sick? Dying?❞ (x)

[redotter]

Intro post 🦦

Hi I'm Renu (she/her) and I do pretty much 50/50 arts and STEMy things irl, but my tumblr is focused on the arts side - though any and all interests leak through.

First things first, this blog is not suitable for minors! It is sfw 99% of the time, but I am an adult and I do not censor myself in the tags or in my reblogs, be it about kinks or paying taxes. This information is important because I also write and post about YA media (I contain multitudes lol), so I don't want to invite in the wrong crowd.

If you are interested in a PG13, OFFICIAL author blog where I post supporting content and news about my (published) work, please check @renataroshu or renataroshu.blog. Speaking of which:

CUMPĂRĂ ZBURĂTORII ȘI FASOLELE (LINK WILL BE UPDATED TO A CHEAPER VERSION SOON!!!)

BUY THE SOARERS AND THE BEANS

And now, here's some links if you ever want to navigate my blog (which should also give you an idea on who I am as a person, clearly):

My art is tagged artists on tumblr

fanart (each fandom tagged)

inktober

renu talks about art

My writing is tagged renu's writing

renu talks about writing

renu talks about publishing

storytelling in media

romanian

wip: soarers

wip: the fairy and the lioness

wip: postapocalyptic polyamory

wip: the hope between

wip: the bony one

Each individual oc is tagged with oc: ocfirstname (not providing links because it's too many to care lmao)

Other people's writing is tagged with name's stories if they're a regular or with writeblr stories if it's a first reblog

Posts I want to find again for writing, art inspo or book recs reasons:

resources: architecture

resources: fashion

resources: pacing

resources: sensitivity

resources: editing

resources: art

resources: reading

Aesthetics:

light

water

snow

night

occult

flowers

animals

swampy

movement

touch

photography

Would not have reblogged these BUT:

laughed out loud rule

cried out loud rule

stared too long rule

zoomed in rule

Others

renu talks about nothing in particular

shobbies (rats)

math

poetry

comic

environment

existentialism

[azems-familiar]

WIP Wednesday

Here's a bit from the next installment of the Ascian Azem AU!

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It has been two weeks, approximately, since they returned from exploring Coerthas and the revelations of that trip. Since, the Lord Speaker has sent the Scions an official request to know more of the magic that restored summer to one small corner of that ice-crusted land, which had required informing everyone else what happened���and then a long discussion on what to do about it. They had asked Azem for their opinion. Azem has yet to give it.

The Lord Speaker’s message had been…desperate. Couched in flowery, political language of necessity - a language Azem recognizes, despite how long it has been - but desperate all the same. You have saved us once, in the part you played in ending the Dragonsong War and aiding us as we stumbled down the thorny path to peace. Yet Ishgard’s troubles do not end there, not when the very land turns against us, our children freezing in the streets and our coffers dwindling as we struggle to bring in enough food to support ourselves. If you know anything - anything at all - related to this magic that might let us expand its effects, I offer a formal invitation to discuss the terms of what the Scions might receive in turn for such invaluable information.

They could offer their expertise, certainly, and maybe even it would be enough, despite this not being their actual area of study. But that would be intervening, and if Elidibus thought adjusting Coerthas was necessary to restore balance to the Source, he would already have set out on that path. But- something about those lands covered in unseasonable snow keeps sticking in their head, the cold so familiar after their long millennia of grief. Corrain and Alisaie had helped them melt the ice.

Azem blinks at the ceiling. Corrain had promised them as long as they needed to make a decision, and had promised that their involvement could be kept a secret (though his face had twisted and he’d grumbled something about Emmanelain when he said that, so perhaps not). That they had already given enough knowledge for the Scions and Ishgard to figure it out themselves, if there was anything they could do. They…don’t know how to answer, even so.

It had been a good trip, despite the people, despite everything. They had…liked talking about aetherology, and Alisaie had been kind, and Corrain…he still looks too much like Helios, sometimes. They had not wanted to see him so sad. He had cried into their shoulder for a long time, standing in the new patch of summer they’d made together, and they had held him, eventually, running fingers along the furred edges of his ears until he settled. Alisaie had smiled at them, and hadn’t tried to hug them, but had thanked them quietly later on their return to Dragonhead. Had said that Corrain has been struggling with this grief for years now, and she’s never seen him seem to cry through it like that before. Azem hadn’t known what to say; they’ve never worked through their grief either.

(They might have managed to, once. But then Hythlodaeus had gone, and the star had shattered around them, and that pain weighs as heavily on their shoulders as the souls of the lost do on Elidibus’s. There is nothing to work through to. Just- the cold, and the endless years of struggle, until they can finally save their people and do their duty.

And yet…Corrain has Helios’s eyes, but his smile is his own, and no less bright for it.)

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tagged by @thewitchofelpis, thank you! :D

tagging @sunderedazem @feralkwe @thelittlestancient @akirakirxaa and anyone else who wants to do it

[burn-fire]

Something not rain code related WIP

Thought of a character that I've cried rivers from their backstory and what other person that is than this mf

Now behold the angel that is my son Nataku.

I want to drag his father into the seven circles of hell to be boiled for all eternity. And those heaven officials that called him useless when Homura (Not Madoka Magica) tried to make a new heaven and earth. No hate to Homura. I love Homura too.

[thechaoticscenejester]

TADC: Eternal Tragedy AU.

Welcome to the masterpost for this new au!

I think it's necessary to start with an explanation! So, I was listening to Leeches by Melanie martinez:

And thought of Gangle! The line: "caught in the river of tears that I cried" and got inspired by that to make this au!

This au is where Gangle somehow finds a way to get into the code of the game and overthrow Caine. With this power, she wanted a way to get back at everyone who mistreated her. With this, everyone slowly starts to turn on each other and people who once got along couldn't trust each other. (Edit: Everyone constantly fighting for power.)

( tw: This au will include blood/gore, Violence, torture, knifes/lighters used for violent intentions, manipulation/grooming, and abuse)

Character designs:

Gangle

Zooble

Kinger

Ragatha

Jax

Pomni

Caine + bubble

Lore:

[WIP]

Official Spotify playlist:

[bookishjules]

🎱 ⇢ post your AO3 total stats 

🛼 ⇢ describe your latest wip with five emojis

🥑 ⇢ you accidentally killed somebody, which mutual(s) do you text for help?

🧃 ⇢ share some personal lore you never posted about before

🪐 ⇢ name three good things going on in your life right now

🔪 ⇢ what's the weirdest topic you researched for a writing project?

🥐 ⇢ name one internet reference that will always make you laugh 

🐝 ⇢ tag your biggest supporter(s) and say one nice thing about them

<3

🎱 ⇢ post your AO3 total stats 

🛼 ⇢ describe your latest wip with five emojis

hmm 🤴🏻🔃⛺🤫💕

🥑 ⇢ you accidentally killed somebody, which mutual(s) do you text for help?

lena @ann-perkins4 . does she count as a mutual? idk she'd definitely be the first and possibly only call. second .. might actually be nero @potato-jem bc ik they can keep a secret and keep a cool enough head in the situation. also idk.. i feel like they'd have some good instincts. also australia is very far from the us, which has benefits. okay actually i'm adding marissa @dontdoitfrancis bc she can get to me in an hour and also idk her favorite book literally starts with covering up a death so... i'm trusting my scorpio bestie here.

🧃 ⇢ share some personal lore you never posted about before

have i talked before about the trauma nurse that came to our school in 6th grade (age 11) and the assembly we had where she showed us videos of what could happen if you don't wear your helmet, or if even one person is unbuckled in a car? yeah turns out everyone dies. needless to say the bus ride home was torture. i cried the whole time and then immediately put a helmet on when i got home and refused to take it off the rest of the night. and still to this day i refuse to put my car out of park unless everyone in it is firmly buckled in. and every time an uber driver tries to be efficient and starts driving away before i've even found the seatbelt, my anxiety starts spiking so high. forever thankful that my mom did not make me go to school when the same assembly came around the next year.

🪐 ⇢ name three good things going on in your life right now

i made a friend at my new job. i'm going to oregon and seeing my whole family next weekend. bc of my new job i have a free gym membership and i'm finally starting to try and get back in shape <3

🔪 ⇢ what's the weirdest topic you researched for a writing project?

genuinely i would not remember. i am constantly googling anyway, so nothing really feels weird to me to look up, and i kinda tend to avoid writing anything that would require heavy research tbh 🙈

🥐 ⇢ name one internet reference that will always make you laugh 

just one? look at all those chickens!! (used to refer to literally anything)

🐝 ⇢ tag your biggest supporter(s) and say one nice thing about them

okay i could tag so many people but i really want to shout out @thephonyqueenofengland who i think has read and commented on more of my fics than probably anyone outside of my close mutuals. every time i see a notif from them i smile, and their sweet comments during my 12 days of christmas thing were so encouraging and really made the whole thing feel like it was worth it. <33 (i've been wanting to say something to you awhile. to thank you. but i didn't know how, so here is an official thank you for being you <3)

writing truth & dare ask game >:)

[thatonecrookedsmile]

*kicks the front door with all the strength I have*

WAKE UP, CHILDREN. I HAVE SOMETHING FOR YOU TO PLAY WITH.

Hey there IRIS fans. It's been a while. More than 3 months to be exact. I came once again to offer you my gifts. Behold…..breadcrumbs! :D

Yeah, that's all I have at the moment. I'm sorry.

I was reflecting on the idea of posting things that are more....small? Don't just post finished drawings. Maybe WIPs or, sketches, or in the case above, a doodle! Basically, I don't need to ONLY post finished drawings. Or drawings. Sometimes I can just. Post words, you know. I had the realization about this a while ago when I remembered that I'm on Tumblr. I can post (almost) anything here without limiting myself. Now, will I fulfill this? I don't know. Maybe I'll do that, or I'll just post it when I have a drawing ready to post. I don't promise anything lol.

Anyway, IRIS! I made this little doodle of Goliath while I was out of the house. I only drew his Pre-Explosion version once and it was in that Transmission 3 drawing. As a joke too. So I tried to do something a little more serious. This time…he has a face! I thought it turned out good. I think I found a good way to do his hair too. I decided to color it (and do a light digital lineart over it) to make it more pleasant. Simple, but it looks nice! (I'll leave the normal scribble unedited at the end of the post) Also, I know that in the only art we have of P.E Goliath it doesn't show him with irises and pupils in his eyes. I drew them here because I thought it would be cool.

Next stop is to practice drawing his body. I have to learn how to draw more muscular bodies. Goliath has to live up to his name (and he deserves the muscles tbh)

It goes without saying that I did this after watching the new chapters of Story of Vegala. And speaking of that: i'm gonna be honest with you: I think this is my favorite part of the IRIS story/lore drops posted so far.

It's quite intriguing to see the very story that happened before everything we've seen so far. It's also nice to receive what I've wanted for a while: Tyrant and Fate Lore. It's good to have more information about two characters that we've known (more or less) for a long time now. Especially their origins (broader origins than just *the first beings that walked the Earth* or *beings that came from distant worlds in search of the emblem*)

SOV also makes me excited for other things. Like, obviously, HOAA:R. Releasing soon! December is knocking on the door, you know. But I also really want to see Jaws of Vegala now. And whatever happens in the story that takes place after GT.

So again, SOV is currently my favorite part of the lore, I believe. The anguish of waiting for the next episodes this past week was real.

I'm talking too much once again, SHIT. Yeah, Pre-Explosion Goliath. He deserves the world (He's NOT a monster, he's just BIG and STRONG, and needs a functioning family *cries*)

I don't know when I'll do my next Big Piece related to IRIS. I had something in mind but I lost the will. But I was thinking about doing something related to Solitude for a while. Hold this thought,then. Until then, I'll sketch Tyrant next. Because I like his official design.

Also, here is the unedited scribble:

[lukas-clost]

an intro, of sorts

Hi! Hey! I am LuKa, and welcome to my closet wear I hide all my skeletons and their oddly paired socks!

I write Undertale fanfiction mostly about the skelebros and potential romantic partners (because I love Sans and I can't get enough of that gorgeous little 8-bit world!)

pfp made using QueenBee's character maker!

I'll be sharing story ideas, some of my WIPs and characters and stuff

asks and DMs are more than welcome!

until further notice, I don't do commissions or requests or anything else of a similar calibre

I am legally an adult, so anything NSFW will be explicitly stated, but minors, please watch yourself and be good, okay?

if you see lukas-wrld loitering around, don't mind her, she's me, but more sane, and dare I say, boring

Wattpad (does anyone even use this anymore?), Quotev, Ao3

I think mushrooms are cool (I don't know anything about mushrooms)

works below the cut!

TW: mentions of sex and drugs

An Escort

completed!/being rewritten

TW: mentions of sex, vague descriptions of sex, substance (ab)use

In Suncity, it's not unheard of to have a monster in your bed. With the desire to feel, through adrenaline, drinks and sex, it's no surprise that you have someone over every night. But the same monster over and over again? That's a shitstorm just waiting to happen.

If you like Underlust, platonic sex, or a (as far as I know, anyway) unorthodox writing style, you should check out An Escort! I may post the chapters here, when I finally get to polishing up the story, but for now, hope you don't mind reading elsewhere

tumblr post || Ao3 || Quotev || Wattpad

Blood, Dust & Honey

in progress

TW: death, kidnapping

The monsters have been on the surface for almost a year now, and even after being given the official ‘okay’ to integrate, humans are still sceptical about them.  When monsters start disappearing, their dust is swept under the carpet even as the Ebott City Police Department try their best to get to the bottom of it. Then humans start disappearing and citizens revolt against what looks like retaliation. Kate, an impatient, newly recruited detective, decides to take matters into her own hands when her superiors fail to make sufficient progress.  With the help of the other recruits and her new monster friends, she’ll have to find the culprit lest she lose her job and the rights of monsterkind.

If you like Underswap Papyrus, slow burns or kind of mystery I guess? then you should totally stick around for this! I plan to start posting in September, whether I'm done with the writing or not, lol

tumblr post || Ao3 || Quotev || Wattpad

The Colour of Love (Working Title)

planning/drafting

Living with hair that changes colour according to how you feel makes you an open book for interpretation. But then a certain skeleton monster makes you feel all sorts of things that you can’t pinpoint the feelings for the colours. Mix in that the truth of your obscure past starts to surface and suddenly colours seem to lose their meaning to you. But there’s one colour that makes you reconsider.

If you like Undertale Sans, memory loss or crazy scientists, then you might like this story! I plan to continue writing this once I finish with the previous story, whenever that may be, but that doesn't stop me from adding a few chapters or scenes in between!

TW: crazy scientists, memory loss

Pushing up Daisies

planning/drafting

The monsters have been released onto the Surface, and while mankind struggles to grasp the arrival of a new magical species, a malady that sweeps the earth causes them to disregard any friendliness that might have been shown in favour of slaughtering the beasts that supposedly brought the disease. The dead soon share ownership of the Surface with malevolence and lasting another day becomes harder and harder. But pair a badass young adult who has long since tuned out the cries of her Soul, with a perverted skeleton in search of his family, and maybe they'll be able to unearth the germ of all of this. If you like Underfell Sans, zombie apocalypses or cross country (more like city, lol) trips to find family, then this could be for you!

TW: death, the undead, weapons, blood

A Series of Mansions

skeleton lords and their maids, romance, shadows, and... problems As of now, I'm literally just worldbuilding and figuring out character dynamics and jotting down little scenes that I can't wait to write! But I'll be sharing a few things here and there and trying not to lose my mind over the mountain I have decided to climb... this should be fun! even though it's really ambitious for me, but I can't get rid of the idea!!

I Call Shotgun!

planning

A crackfic(?) where Burgerpants, NiceCream Guy, Bratty, Catty and Mad Mew Mew go on a road trip together. Shenanigans ensue and bad luck follows. I don't even remember where I got this idea from, but it's silly and I want it to be very light hearted and fun and completely different paced from what I usually write!

[maypop-the-dragon]

Self-Portrait, 2024-02-02

↓ Explanation and WIPs under the cut! ↓

The way I see myself has gone through various phases throughout the years, and lately I've been feeling some of those old ways of being resurface. I had the idea to create a "self-portrait" that includes several of my various "iterations" all posing together. I'll describe each thing in (roughly) chronological order.

The yellow blobs in the sky are hallucinations I used to have in the dark as a small child. I think they're related to my visual snow. I can still "summon" them sometimes if I have them on my mind. They're yellow, roughly square blobs with oblong black ovals for "eyes," resembling the flip-blocks from Super Mario World. They would sort of vibrate while seemingly moving toward me.

The background is meant to be a Minecraft snowy tundra. I am a long-time Minecraft player, and I have fond memories of snowy tundra biomes specifically for some reason. I am particularly nostalgic for the sound of breaking ice and the way the roses contrasted with the snow. I used to use the seed blank to build on MCPE, I once saw a "portal to mars" tutorial and tried to replicate it and that was on a snowy world, and I think I tried the 1.5 update on a snowy world. I feel attached to that one world for some reason. I remember there was a ravine with lapis. The silliest thing? I cared about the lapis even though I was playing in Creative Mode.

The cartoonish sleeping child is me as a child. Back in elementary school, I would draw comics a lot, and I was often a character in them. My art style at the time was influenced by Diary of a Wimpy Kid and later Big Nate. I only had access to lined paper, but I made the best of it by using the lines to measure out panels. They were each 4 lines tall, but I later changed it to 5 lines. Speaking of the comics I used to make, the new Mr. What-The is still in development.

The big green guy is an anthropomorphic "mullet dinsoaur." This long-haired long-neck boi was originally not anthro. I drew it and mullet dinosaurs kind of became my "thing" for a while, though I only managed to draw two! (I hadn't yet learned the efficient drawing techniques I know now) That character is still my profile picture on YouTube and some other platforms. At some point I would sometimes semi-involuntarily visualize myself as an anthropomorphic version if it. (This was before I decided to just actually be a furry.) Interestingly, I just remembered that I did the visualizing thing with Ord from Dragon Tales once when I cried as a small child.

The blue-gray Furret is based on a quick edit I once made of the official Furret artwork using the iOS Photos app. I also used a similar blue-gray Furret as an icon for my secret YouTube channel. When Furret Walk was popular, I had an intense Furret obsession phase. I would doodle Furret all the time, which also helped me get better at drawing fast and loose, and I still have my Furret plush. This obsession was so intense that I sometimes wished I could become a Furret and just be a wholesome creature. (Now that I think of it, I suppose I still prefer to be a wholesome creature.) I was even happy because of the specific appearance of the wrinkles on my cheeks when I smiled very wide. This phase was also when I discovered my desire to cuddle when I was doodling Furrets and drew two of them hugging and cried a lot about it.

The red, hovering, serpent-like creature is a self-insert character from an earlier concept of my website. It lives in space and its body is filled with a jelly substance that it can manipulate psychically to move its body. The scruff on its neck is an excess store of said substance, which is pushed out to extend limbs such as arms. It is actually a modified version of a similar creature I made up specifically to be easy and interesting to animate for music videos. That original creature was white and had no eyes or canonical home. Aside from that, it was the same.

The other... creature... is my current fursona. That's me, May. Me now. My character design draws inspiration from many sources that all call back to various aspects of myself and my past. You can see that it's aesthetically more feminine or androgynous than the mullet iteration, which is because I have since explored what gender expression I am most happy with a lot more. That applies to much of the design really. It’s much more intentionally constructed to represent who I want to be. I am a cute silly dragon now, rawr!!

After writing all that, I'm starting to think my personality really is just several mental illnesses in a trenchcoat.

WIPs

I heard of posting WIPs to prove you’re not an AI and I think that’s a neat idea so here you go... (The weenor is specifically planned because I don't usually draw characters with external genitalia. You can't even see the bulge in the final drawing, though. What a waste.)

[queen-of-meows]

WIP tag game

Thanks for tagging me, @insert-witty-user-name-here !

I don’t really have any WIP because I tend to publish right away and edit later (terrible habit !). But today I’ve been writing more of my long running Doctor Who story and I want to share some of it.

Here’s a little snippet of chapter 18 of Innocet’s War. For the context, Innocet, the main character, is hiding underground in former mines alongside Gallifreya Aeterna, a rebel faction led by the Pythia, a powerful witch who wants to restore the old political system (well, it’s a bit more complex than that ^^). During her stay, Innocet befriends some of the cultists, mostly villagers who lost everything in the war and army deserters. Among them is young Raiden, who has no memories of her life before the mines.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Finally, they reached some sort of a platform surrounded by the remains of ancient mining contraptions, giant cranes and rusting drills. Raiden walked close to the unprotected edge of the platform and let out a blood curling scream. She was only met with silence and a faint echo. She tried another one, this time stretching her voice as thin as physically possible. This time, she received an answer, barely audible cry from below their feet. Innocet backed up a little when she heard the sound of large flapping wings.

Suddenly, a large creature emmerged from the dark and hovered towards the platform. Innocet gawped in awe and terror. Under the bright light of their greenish Terranium lamp, the creature looked pale and famelish, its protuding joints forming weird angles as it slowly moved its leathery wings.

“Come closer !” Raiden prompted Innocet.

The old woman swallowed the lump in her throat and made a few steps towards the girl and the unsettling creature. Raiden smiled and stretched her hand to pet the Draugr's bald head. Innocet smiled. It's blind face was smooth, its eyes covered in a thin membrane of skin. It had two thin nostrils and no nose, and a large mouth like a reptile.

“Poeple say Draugrs are ugly and disgusting, and they teach their children to hate them too” Raiden explained with a sigh.

“I have to admit they're an acquired taste” Innocet replied humorously.

“Why can't they see how much we would benefit from working together ?” the girl asked. “Draugrs are smart and friendly.”

She unpacked her food as she was talking and handed a full embermole to the creatures. It snatched it's prize away and teared it apart with delight. Raiden laughed and playfully removed the bag from sight.

“Hey, keep some for your brothers !”

The Draugr growled and turned its head to Innocet. The old woman froze under the terrifying dead stare.

“You still have that mole in your hand” Raiden remined her.

Innocet blinked out of her trance and realised she had not given the rodent back to its thief.

“If you give Alabaster a treat, you will become her new best friend !”

Mustering her courage, Innocet came closer to the pit and handed the dead animal to the Draugr. Alabaster, as Raiden had called her, sniffed her prey and tilted her head.

“You can have it” Innocet encouraged her, loosening her grip on the furry thing.

Alabaster snatched the mole away and swallowed it full with a growl of delight. Soon, more high-pitched cries announced the arrival of more Draugrs. All of them were approximatively the same size, but there were small variation in the shape of their wing or the coloration of their skin.

“Mushrooms for Limestone ! And more Embermoles for Moonsand !”

There were now three of them, eating treats from Raiden's hands.

“The Night Patrol killed their mother” Raiden explained. “They used to kill a lot of Draugrs, before the Pythia passed a law to officially protect them.”

The young girl could barely hide her anger.

“So you raised those three babies ?” Innocet asked.

She nodded proudly.

“Yes. Father Jareth and Daddy Lyron were in the patrol when the idiot guard fired up. They had found the nest and the rest of the team would have killed the babies too if my dads had not prevented it. They had a heated argument and it ended with an audience with the Pythia herself. She punished the guards with extra cleaning duty and allowed my dads to bring food to the little Draugrs until they get old enough to survive on their own.”

“It's a lovely story. I knew your fathers were good men.”

Raiden nodded.

“We had just arrived at the Sanctuary. I was still very young when my dads saved them. They were adorable, and they grew into majestic creatures."

Innocet glanced at the three Draugrs. With their long limbs and sharp ribcage, she could understand why the ancients had mistaken them for undead bodies. The smell didn't help either. Whether they had always looked like this, or they were the result of a mutation after being tainted by the Yssgaroth, Innocet would never know. Maybe it was all myths and legends, and Draugrs were simply endemic creatures from those caves. But superstitions died hard, and every child and loomling on Gallifrey had heard of the scary Vampires from the Moon that came at night to eat the desobedient little ones.

I’m tagging you, @bushs-world ! And whoever wants to join.

[auniverseforgotten]

Buddy, u know I gotta ask with Mozart/ Salieri

YESSSSSS OFC OFC these kinda accidentally turned into lil fic synopses,,,you grow my wip list ever longer i see UwU

who’s the werewolf and who’s the hunter

MOZART IS OFFICIALLY WEREWOLF EVER SINCE THAT ONE EVENT AND THE WEREWOLF COAT I AM SO NOT NORMAL ABOUT IT but also MAN that event made me feel bad for Salieri, you know as soon as they got back to Chaldea Mozart and Chaldea's Marie had to gently coax and bribe him into reconnecting with them LMAO

LIKE??????

[Art c Typemoon]

Now, given that my brain has been rotted by that event I do think Mozart has literally everyone tied around his little finger, and he picks off a village one by one before moving on to the next. And Salieri is getting more and more suspicious but begging anything that it isn't Mozart, until he actually sees Mozart kill someone.

Even then, he misses his shot. Goes right by his head. Second goes right by his heart. And Salieri, he is a good hunter. He knows what he is doing. He just can't bring himself to kill Mozart, and Mozart knows it. Now unfortunatelyyyyy this one. Does not end well for Salieri sdfghv sorry but he dies here. Mozart cries for him though <3

Also I do think Mozart has both a wolf form like the wolf on his coat and also a more standard werewolf form as well. Up to you which form he kills Salieri in, though there's more pain in the anthro form bcus he can talk in that one <3

who’s the mermaid and who’s the fisherman

Mozart is a curious mermaid who is ever encroaching on a human settlement, and Salieri is the fisherman who accidentally catches him in his trawl net one day. And Salieri, upon seeing this beautiful creature, immediately lets him go, which shocks Mozart who expected to die.

And from that moment on life feels...grayer, to Salieri. Worse, more painful, harder around the edges. More sinister, at times, as if someone is watching him. And from here it diverges into one of two ways:

There is a cult of some sort making sacrifices to creatures of the deep. Salieri is captured by one of these cults and brought to be sacrificed, and the creature of the deep appears and- it's the mermaid he freed, but massive and even more unearthly and divine. And Mozart does not appreciate his new toy friend being manhandled so he sings and it's so beautiful that everyone else dies. Salieri is offered to come with Mozart or to return home. If he goes with Mozart there's an implication of eventual otherworldly domination but Salieri will Always be safe. And if he chooses to return home though Mozart still visits him every day and everything is Better <3

2. Life without such a beautiful being in his life is no longer worth living. Salieri tries to find a way to venture into the sea and survive and everyone either thinks he's lost it or isn't willing to help him. Heartbroken and unable to live without Mozart any longer, he jumps into the sea with the intent to be washed away and instead Mozart catches him like omgggg what took you so long <3 <3 and Salieri gets turned into a mermaid and they live happily ever after

who’s the witch and who’s the familiar

OOOO THIS ONE IS FUN because like. I can see a couple ways of doing it.

1.So the first way, Salieri is a witch and Mozart is his familiar but Salieri...is a really bad witch. Like he can do one kind of thing Really well but all other magic is a struggle. I would want him to be good at healing but more in character would prob be curses which leads to so much angst and strife. So he tends to flee from town to town, settling down enough to fix problems for people before they send him along his way with threats of violence.

And along the way he picks up an extremely regal looking house cat OR WAIT NO A BORZOI, THE LONG NOSE MEME DOG

[photograph c bruev]

This extremely ridiculous dog just rolls up to camp one night and Salieri, who is so used to being shunned by human and animal alike, latches on Tight. He doesn't even sense magical energy on him that's how a. lonely he is and b. bad at magic he is. Mozart meanwhile looked at this sopping wet cat of a man and was like anyone else gonna help that out? No? I call dibs then!!

See, Mozart really fucking loves his witch. He has only had his witch for half a night but if anything happened to him he would kill everyone in this town and then himself. And Mozart is the most powerful familiar anyone has ever seen. So as soon as he forms a contract with Salieri suddenly the curse witch is managing all these things and no one understands how??? and they go about trying to expose him as a fraud or working with dark forces but everyone that tries it mysteriously disappears <3 they live in a nice isolated cottage together with a couple weird writer neighbors and everything is Good

or

2. Someone's spell backfires, either Salieri's when he's alone or Mozart's and he doesn't see who he hits, and Salieri just. Gets turned into an animal, maybe a raven or a wolf? OR HEAR ME OUT A BEARDED VULTURE I MEAN LOOK AT IT

[Picture c Vulker Wurst]

These babies are three to four feet/94-125cm long and have a wingspan of seven to nine feet/2.31m-2.83m [wikipedia] SO JUST IMAGINE THAT PEERING OVER THE SHOULDER OF THE BUBBLIEST WITCH YOU'VE EVER MET.

And eventually Salieri manages to swallow his pride and embarrassment and tries to tell Mozart who he is which he understands Immediately because he's annoying like that. But instead of mocking Salieri he does his best to help him reverse the magic and yknow what I think it was Salieri's own magic. And I'm not sure if it can be reversed or not, but even if it can't be Salieri just...makes his peace with it. No one is forcing him to compete with the other brilliant witch anymore, and he can just...be. If the magic DOES get reversed he gets to keep the killer wings <3

who’s the barista and who’s the coffee addict

So interestingly, to challenge myself because coffee shop AUs aren't ones I'm overly fond of? I started plotting one out in my head a lil bit which helps with this question!

So Salieri is the coffee addict and he orders the most sugary sweet coffee known to man but only One kind of coffee ever. Cue Mozart, the world's bubbliest and most annoying barista who offers to vibe check customers and make them a drink for the day. Usually when people say no Mozart just lets it go but something about Salieri Bothers him so he just. Does it anyway. Salieri comes back in five minutes later and [calmly, because he's not about to be a dick to someone who works in food service] asks for his actual order.

And so it begins. Honestly with this one Mozart keeps trying this and trying this and Salieri is just a Wall of calm refusal [though he does start getting pissy at Mozart but he never verbally abuses him so he's valid because Mozart IS getting his drink order wrong on purpose] until Turning Point [tm] and he finally tries one as a thank you for something Mozart did.

And he doesn't love it but after that he just. Lets Mozart have fun. And he does get his usual on days where he's beaten down and exhausted too, ofc. The only outright refusal is Mozart makes him something pumpkin spice and Salieri takes a sip and about gags but tries to play it off, so Mozart makes him his usual with an apology. Sorry pumpkin lovers, I cannot with pumpkin so I am inflicting that on Salieri XD

Also Mozart drinks coffee with so many espresso shots he prob ends up at the hospital at some point LMAOOOOOO

who’s the professor and who’s the TA

I'm mixed on this one because I do actually have a teaching AU and they're both professors in it, and I don't suuuuper love academic dynamics with any level of power over each other, tho this is better than professor and a student dfxcgvh

While ig it would be funny to make Mozart the professor and Salieri the TA, honestly Mozart would not take academia seriously enough, not at first, so Salieri is the tenured professor who is trying to teach musical theory and Mozart is his bubbly TA who won't stop flirting with him and making him uncomfortable because he finds his TA attractive but oh god he finds his TA attractive.

The fun part here is that Mozart literally finally puts in effort for a professorship solely to be on equal ground with Salieri so that he'll calm down and be okay about dating.

who’s the knight and who’s the prince(ss)

HMMMMMMM I HAVE MANY THOUGHTS HERE.

So. Lady knight Salieri who is off to war, fighting with her fellow knights, doing their damndest to protect their kingdom; and they fail. The invaders win and take the capital, people are beaten back. The knights are given the opportunity to renounce their king and take up arms under the new flag.

Salieri fights her way through, escapes the hangman's noose and rides for her kingdom. She fights and she fights and she fights her way through, spreading a tale of a knight all in black who slaughters anyone who dares get in her way. Some tales whisper of a dark force possessing her, and others of a black dragon.

She storms the castle alone and fights her way through, drenched in blood and gore but too strong to ever fail.

Salieri, who fights her way into the dungeons and finds her princess there, humiliated, hair that was her father's pride shorn, tortured and stripped of her finery, but her princess all the same. She forces the cell open and drops to her knees before Mozart, still looking up at her with the awe and love that she always has, and Mozart breaks. Cries and screams and begs for this nightmare to end, begs for Salieri to end this. She has seen her family laid low, tortured and hanged, and she cannot take more.

Salieri, who begs for a chance to free her, and who has never failed Mozart before. And who still hasn't, Mozart says, a hand on her cheek, for she found her in the end, didn't she? Salieri leaves with her princess on the back of a devil-summoned dragon, and they go far, far away. Salieri who cares and loves for Mozart, swearing her fealty and then her heart over and over again.

And they grow old together, with their dragon, and it isn't easy but it is happy, in the end.

OR

Most charming and beautiful lady knight in all the kingdom, Mozart, is commissioned to save the king's son from a wicked princess in a far off land. Mozart who makes friends wherever she goes, who begins to hear tales of the king's son's beastly temper and greed.

When she reaches the kingdom, she finds the king's troops have it under their control, the people under lock and key, and the princess...oh, the princess. A beautiful woman with silver hair and eyes like blood, locked away in the highest tower, awaiting her executioner.

Awaiting Mozart.

And well, if that isn't the most infuriating thing Mozart has ever been lied to about <3 But with a population angry and just in need of one little spark, it is easy to overpower the troops. Easier still to fight her way inside and slaughter the lying king's lazy son. And the princess, in her tower, is sealed off from the world. But Mozart has rope and a stubbornness known to rival a bull's, so she climbs that tower and finds that princess and maybe she trips over her words and her feet but she lands in her arms, so can she really complain?

The tower is destroyed, the princess is freed and becomes Queen Salieri, and Mozart becomes her royal consort and acting general. First order of business? She is bringing her beloved wife the lying king's head on a pike. <3

who’s the teacher and who’s the single parent

ANOTHER ONE WHERE I CAN SEE BOTH WAYS but honestly I'm sorry Mozart honey but you cannot be a single parent you are too irresponsible so SINGLE PARENT SALIERI IT IS

He has two foster kids, Anya and Kadoc, who are in kindergarten and third grade respectively, and he gave up his dreams of music to take them in when he met them hiding behind a dumpster and all alone. Mozart is a bubbly, friendly music teacher for the primary school, and he quickly becomes Salieri's kids favorite teacher.

He also quickly becomes Salieri's favorite teacher, because not only is he gorgeous but also he is so kind to his kids AND he takes to staying after them until Salieri can arrive, which sometimes...takes a very long time.

Eventually they get together through Anya and Kadoc's scheming <3 Also they can both be ladies too [for any of these really but the one before and this one really stuck out to me for it], I just defaulted to male pronouns and was too lazy to go back zdsfghcvj

who’s the writer and who’s the editor

Mozart is the writer who thinks he should be able to write anything so long as it only punches up at rich white people and who doesn't care that a lot of those rich white people are the people who read his books. Salieri is his editor who is surviving out of espresso shots, convenience store meals, and spite alone. Mozart is his most frustrating but satisfying client, because even though he fights him on every single change, he isn't an absolute dick about it.

Eventually Mozart realizes that Salieri's edits don't pull the punches from the story, but rather help him disguise them better, so that when one is found it leaves that much more of an impact. They get to know each other some outside of work, and Mozart finds out on accident about Salieri's long string of exes who have dumped him because he commits too much time to editing Mozart's work.

He teases him for it but then actually fucking loves it so any time Salieri says he has a date Mozart starts sending in more and more work until eventually past midnight for the fifth night Salieri looks at him, eyes entirely dead, and says that if Mozart wants him all to himself all he has to do is say so. And then he conks out because he is so fuckin exhausted. Ofc the very first thing Mozart does in the morning is say that verbatim and they're off to the races.

The only problem is Mozart gets whiny when Salieri has other clients, but he does understand, if he has too.

WELLP THAT ADDS A SHITTON MORE WIPS TO THE PILE LMAOOOOO

THANKS SO MUCH for the ask Sabu it is always wonderful to answer them <3 and I had a lot of fun with these, wow.

Ask game here if anyone else wants to send me one and watch me go feral <3 doesn't have to be fate, I'm fairly active with Fo4, Pokemon, uhhhh...UHHHHHH...Elfquest but no one knows that one,,,Overwatchish....OH TOLKIEN. etc so feel free if you wanna <3 if I don't like the ship I'll let you know privately sdfxgc

[mercuriallily]

WIP: Where the Wind Cries, Prologue

Word count: 385

WIP page: x

Chapter 1   Chapter 2   Chapter 3   Chapter 4   Chapter 5   Chapter 6

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Friday, 12 December 2014

As Ashleigh stared at the television, a shiver ran down her spine. The bus on its side, the flashing ambulance lights, the heavy snow... The whole scene looked like something out of a horror movie. A woman’s voice spoke over the footage: “The situation is still unfolding. According to police, the school bus carrying forty-eight high school students and six teachers lost control and crashed en route to the White Falcon Ski Lodge. At least seventeen passengers have died in the accident, with many more suffering serious injuries. Once again, the bus carrying students from Pleasant View Secondary School has crashed...”

I told them not to go. I knew something bad was going to happen. For as long as she could remember, Ashleigh could predict events with disturbing accuracy. On top of that, she had the ability to communicate with spirits, something that she wasn’t a huge fan of. She’d gained a sort of reputation for being psychic, but most people didn’t believe that she actually could see the future. Her classmates saw it as a cool party trick more than anything. None of them listened to me. And now...

That mountain seemed to breed chaos. Supposedly, it was cursed. Not surprising, considering its history. The old asylum had been closed for decades, but the building still remained, looming over the forest. Then there was that rabid fox back in 2008. That fox had killed numerous pets and even attacked a six-year-old girl. And that group of hikers that went missing last year... But the mountain had never appeared to pose a strong enough threat, so it had never been closed.

“We’ve just received an update from police,” the news anchor continued. “There are now twenty-three confirmed casualties, nineteen of which are students. Drivers are being asked to avoid the area...”

Ashleigh grabbed the remote and turned off the television. She couldn’t watch any more; it hurt too much. Closing her eyes, she plopped down on the couch. I didn’t want any of this to happen. It’s my fault. I should’ve tried harder to get them to listen to me. If I had, then they’d all be okay. They’d be safe.

What can I do next time so no one gets hurt?

[oatmeal-eater]

Severitus Fics I Love

Here is a list of some of my favs! Most of these are on everyone’s rec list, but hopefully someone out in the void finds something new to read here. That being said, always read tags!

The Summer We Went Mental- :The official summary is a bit long, but essentially, Harry and Snape are roommates in a psychiatric ward at St. Mungo’s. And it’s wonderful. I cried.

A House on Stilts: “Every summer, Snape takes Harry to the ocean. It’s strange how much kindness can hurt when it reveals what you’ve been missing.” It’s a whole journey, and it’s pretty underrated. Cried/10.

Time Left Today:  “When news of the circumstances behind Quirrell's death spreads, Severus Snape finds himself carting an eleven-year-old fugitive across Europe. The further they travel, the less obvious it becomes how Severus can best follow the orders given to him, or if he need do it at all.” Each new setting is perfectly crafted, and an amazing fic with  younger Harry.

Digging for the Bones: “A student has been killed by his family. New screening measures are put into place by the Ministry: Every student must be given a medical exam and interview to look for child abuse. With Dumbledore facing an inquiry, Snape is entrusted with the task of making sure EVERYONE receives one.” So investing and so emotional.

O Mine Enemy: ”When Harry finds an injured Snape on his doorstep and must hide him from the Dursleys, he has no idea that this very, very bad day will be the start of something good.” It’s worth the length, so read it if you surprisingly haven’t yet. (Who hasn’t?!)

The Definition of Home: “Harry runs into Snape while trying to find the definition of home, and finds himself drawn into Snape's summer Order task by the headmaster, looking for a location outside of London. Along the way, he and Snape learn a few new definitions themselves.” This fic is mentioned in my severitus as vines video, is that enough reason?

Moment of Impact : “An accident the summer before 6th year puts Dumbledore's plans for Harry in motion sooner than planned. Will an unexpected truce with Snape better prepare Harry for what is to come? A Snape mentors Harry fic with all the regular players, a cottage by the sea, and the righting of past wrongs.” Is it dramatic to say this fic changed my life? (also the one mentioned in my last post)

Namesake Necklace: “Harry and Dudley are attacked one evening, and Snape is called to fix it. A child sized Harry, who looks much more like Lily than James at this age, was not what he was expecting.” A formative fic in my severitus journey.

Incomplete/WIP, but still worth it:

Fearless Child; Broken Boy: “When Harry fails his attempted suicide, the only place for him to go is Snape, a man who is bitter, and hates his guts.” The severitus relationship in this is top tier. So many perfect bonding moments.

​​Second Chances:  “A mentor fic: When Snape discovers Harry is abused by the Dursley's, he is forced to teach Harry for the summer after the tri-wizard tournament. Will they eventually find the family they never had?” Harry learning how he should’ve been treated? Yes please.

[hhoneyglasss]

dynasty

notes: hello!! this is my first official post on here, so if anything is wrong, sry abt that lol. i’m gonna be writing for sam/darlin’ a lot more, since i hv more than enough wips for them that i need to finish. anyways, i hope u enjoy!!!

pairings: past romantic relationship with quinn/darlin’, present romantic relationship with sam/darlin’

pov: quinn — third person limited (…i think)

ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46343401

!!! TWs {{these begin under the cut}} !!! physical abuse, obsession, & graphic descriptions of extreme violence. please proceed with caution if any of these topics are triggering to u.

Quinn really did love Tank.

He’s just not very good at showing it.

The first time he ever hurt them, it was an accident. He didn’t mean to do it, but it sort of just… happened. He could still remember the way they had dropped to the ground, one of their hands cradling the area he had struck them while the other clung to the tile of the kitchen. They had scrambled backwards, their eyes glossy with new tears that threatened to trickle down their cheeks. Tank had begun to whisper endless apologies, desperate cries falling from their lips as they promised him they’d never do it again.

Hurting them had worked a lot better than he had expected.

But in the next coming years, the effect of it began to wear off. Instead of the fear he had once felt pulsing through their veins while his hands tore at their body, defiance had replaced it. They began to fight back, threatening growls ripping from their throat as they strained to get him off of them.

His breaking point was when they had left him in the middle of the day, not a single clue left behind as to where they had gone. All that was left of them was a half-ripped sticky note stuck haphazardly to the fridge: “I’m done.”

But Quinn wasn’t.

He never is.

And make no mistake, he didn’t just want them— he needed them. He needed them like he needed the human blood coursing through his system. Quinn couldn’t live without them; they were his life force in a way no blood bag ever could be.

That’s why he sliced their little human friend into shreds. That’s why he bit and clawed and slashed at Tank when they finally came to save them. He was simply proving a point— the point that their place in life was at his side and his side only.

He would make sure there was only enough room for him in their life. Quinn loved them so much he’d do whatever he had to to prove it, even if it meant tearing their heart from their chest to make sure no else could have them. He loved them so much he could never think about anything else— not even his own bloodlust overpowered his eternal need for his wolf.

The urge to prove himself to them yet again began to gnaw at him when he found out there was some other man in their picture. Word from the grapevine says that Tank’s got their cards dealt for another vamp from the Solaire Clan.

The grapevine also says that Tank’s been calling him their ‘mate’.

They had never called Quinn that.

Quinn’s gonna kill the grapevine.

The jealousy that ran through him burned like wildfire— he began to drain people without even realizing it, leaving their limp bodies to rot as his only care in the world was getting to this “Sam Collins” and crushing him until he was nothing but dust.

He slowly began to make his way closer and closer to Dahlia, careful not to let too much of the spotlight fall on him. Nothing would stop him from getting back to his wolf— not the Shaw Pack, not the Solaire Clan, not D.U.M.P… nothing.

He’d make sure his point stuck this time around, even if he had to drain all of their heavenly blood from their body to prove it— even if he had to split that skull of theirs to finally get it through their head.

Quinn loves Tank with all of his cruel, wicked heart.

And now, he knows just how to show it.

[afriendlyblackhottie]

Bratty

Summary: Chris didn’t like being ignored.

Pairings: Jealous!Daddy!Chris x Black!Reader

Warnings: Smut, Daddy kink, arguing, reader slaps Chris, slight sugar daddy vibes, swearing, jealous Chris, PR stunt, wall sex, oral (female and male receiving), reverse cowgirl, riding, rough sex, dirty talk, degradation, creampie, name calling

Tagged: @titty-teetee , @harrysthiccthighss , @iam-laiya , @mariahthelioness29 , @night-of-the-living-shred , @liquorlaughslove , @blackmissfrizzle , @stargazingfangirl18, @whiskey-cokenfanfic, @olyvoyl , @zaddychris

(A/N: Knocking out these WIPs by combining some WIPs. Like, reblog, enjoy and all that jazz.)

No one knew about your relationship with Chris. He was the hot guy that every girl around you wanted. Girls were always trying to shoot their shots. You hadn’t done much, but ignore him a few times when you started being friends with his brother’s boyfriend and somehow that ended up with him asking you out. From then on, you’d been a part of a very intense sexual relationship.

Your friends didn’t have an idea. Sure, they knew you were at the very least fucking around with someone. Somehow you managed to get away with not disclosing who anytime they bugged you about it. Your friends were great, but you couldn’t exactly trust them to not tell everyone and their mothers. It wasn’t even like they’d be doing it maliciously, but the scandal it’d be if people had found out that you and Chris had ended up together would be astronomical. 

This is why you were able to save face when you saw another one of those publicity stunts with him and some actress. They were Hollywood’s hottest couple. Gag. You couldn’t even go to the grocery store without seeing pictures of them all over at checkout.

Whatever.

You were Y/N L/N. You didn’t need him anyway. You didn’t have time for fuckboys. No matter how good looking or rich. No matter how good he dicked you down in bed.

So, why did it hurt so bad. 

Again, it’s not like Chris was your boyfriend. Did you even have the right to be upset? If anything, it hadn’t been more than a booty call. You wiped your tears quicker than they could fall because why the hell were you even crying. He wasn’t even worth it. Deep down you kind of knew this was always going to happen. The man was a commitment-phobe. If he really wanted to be with you, he would’ve made it official months ago.

So, you tried to not think about him. Even if you had to see him every time you went to the grocery store. Even tuning out your mutual friends. Then threw out those stupid forever flowers he’d bought you. You could pawn the jewelry, at least. Maybe give the clothes to charity. 

On second thought.

You’re keeping the clothes. Those Chanel bags were staying firmly in your closet. Someone could pry those Christian Louboutin heels out of your cold dead hands. Okay so maybe you were more like a sugar baby than anything else. You needed to stop trying to figure out what you even were because who cares fuck him.

Either way it still stung. 

Fuck it. You could go on a Chris Evans diet. You didn’t need him.

--

Hey baby I’m back home

Let’s get dinner tonight

He’d texted you as you were getting ready. It’d been almost a month since you’d heard from him. Maybe his girlfriend dumped him or his agent told him he didn’t have to play along with what you were sure was a stunt. It didn’t matter. You were no one’s second best and you had a date tonight. With someone that actually wanted to not play games.

Your palm itched because you wanted to text him back so bad. Wanted to tell him to leave you the fuck alone. Except you were trying to go cold turkey. Instead you muted his contact before finishing your hair. 

The dress you were wearing was one he’d bought you and so were the shoes you wore. Not that he cared, but it felt more fun to use the stuff he brought when going out with someone else. You knew that it would have at least gotten under his skin. Your date was some guy your bestie kept trying to push on you.

He was cute enough. Made good money. In the back of your head, though, not that you would ever say it out loud he was no Chris. You weren’t sure any other man would be able to do you like he did. To fuck you so hard that you forgot your own name. How he’d get you into all these crazy positions. How he spanked you and made you call him Daddy. 

You shook those thoughts away. You didn’t need him.

Anyway, you’d gone on like two dates with Devin. He was okay. You liked him so far. You weren’t really expecting much to come out of it, but you were having fun with him. At least he texted you back in a timely fashion. 

There was a knock on the door so you went to grab it seeing your date on the other side. 

You’d been trying this new thing. Where you didn’t kiss to quickly or have sex to soon. Which you’d told Devin your boundaries right off the bat. Dinner was nice. He was cute enough anyway.

Your mind kept wandering to thoughts of him which was annoying. You didn’t want to think about him. You wanted to feel like you were living in a post Chris Evans world.

When he took you home you could tell he was trying to kiss you on the lips. You turned your head at the right moment so he got your cheek. You weren’t surprised that he tried to.

As you were getting ready to take off your shoes and retreat to your room, happy that your roommate was spending the night at her boyfriend’s so you could spend the rest of the night walking around naked there was a knock on the door. You groaned as you looked through the peephole and then backed away seeing the man you were trying to avoid on the other side.

Your stomach turned and suddenly you wanted to throw up your dinner. Maybe if you didn’t make any noise he’d go away. “Y/N, I know you’re in there,” his Boston accent was so thick.

You took out your phone, going to his contact. Seeing all the messages. Then the final one.

I’m coming over

He’d of course been in your apartment before. Sometimes when your roommate had gone to visit her family or stayed with her boyfriend, he’d come over. You’d end up having sex all over just because you could.

“Open the door!” He said. You didn’t want your neighbors to think you are crazy. So, you did. Anything to get him to stop.

“Are you crazy?” You asked in a quiet voice. “My neighbors can probably hear you.”

He pushed passed you with his face all red. “Who the fuck was that guy?” He asked.

Your heart started to race. Stick up for yourself. Like you do in your head. Tell him you’re tired of his shit and tell him to leave.

You took a deep breath before finally opening your mouth to speak. You could do this. “I was on a date,” you finally said with your head held high.

Chris quirked his eyebrow. “What the fuck? Why?”

You shrugged still trying to maintain your composure. Cool, calm, and collected. “Why not? You go on dates with other women. I haven’t heard from you in a month and you think you can make demands?”

He clenched his jaw, scoffing at your words. “That’s work and you know it.”

“Did work tell you to fuck her? To ignore me for a month.”

He rolled his eyes. “You don’t know shit, Y/N.”

“I don’t care. I saw you! Every time I went on Twitter. Every time I went to the fucking grocery store, I had to see stupid tabloids with your stupid faces on it.”

He pursed his lips and sighed. “Look-“

“Did work tell you to wait a fucking month before texting me? Oh, hey let’s go out for dinner,” you mocked him. “After ignoring me for a fucking month! Like fuck off!”

“And look you hopped on another guy’s dick quickly like a fucking slut.”

You’d never laid your hands on someone before, you always felt like you were above that but you gasped and before your brain could even think you’d already slapped his face. Tears welled up in your eyes when you realized what you’d done. “I’m so so so sor-“

But before you could finish what you were saying, he cut you off with a kiss. He slammed you into the wall before lifting you up with one arm and wrapping his hand around your neck. “Think you’re in charge here. I was about to apologize, but you just couldn’t shut the fuck up, huh.”

He pushed up your dress so you were completely exposed to him. It didn’t take him very long for him to undo his pants. Before you knew it, he was pushing into you. Your head lolled back as he started fucking you. Not even giving you the chance to push him away.

You hated how good he felt. How his thick dick made you not even care anymore. You just wanted it. Wanted him. Needed him to fuck you.

“Fuck, Daddy,” you moaned.

“That’s right. I’m your Daddy.” He hissed. “I’m your fucking Daddy.”

You bit your lip as he moved you into the wall. Like he was about to fuck you through it. “Right there,” you gasped as he started fucking into your spot. Right where he knew you liked it. “Don’t fucking stop.”

“See you naughty little slut. You fucking like it.” He was pounding into you.

You nodded trying to move back against him because you still needed it. It’d been two months since you’d last had sex with him. “Yes, I love it.”

“Yeah. You love Daddy’s dick?”

“Yes!”

“Say it. Fucking say it.”

“I love Daddy’s dick.” You moaned trying to keep your voice low so no one could hear you.

He hissed before letting out his own moan. “Louder, Baby.”

“I love Daddy’s dick,” you cried.

“Fucking louder. I want your fucking neighbor to hear you.”

“I love Daddy’s dick! I love Daddy’s dick!” You said a little louder as you tightened around him cumming all over his thick dick. He carried you over to the back of the couch, still stuffed inside of you.

He leaned you over the back of it so that he could kiss you. Thrusting in and out of you. It hurt so good.

He suddenly pulled out of you, grabbing your waist so he could make you turn around. Chris started kissing down your back getting on his knees pushing you up so you were leaning over. He finally tugged ag your panties ignoring the rip that he’d put in them as he pulled them off of you.

His tongue went to your pussy as soon as possible, licking and sucking up all the juices that were there “Fuck,” you mewled. “Don’t stop.”

He swirled his tongue around inside you. Licking you like he was making out with your cunt. His hands came up so he could jiggle your ass.

You started rubbing your clit. Needing to touch the nub because it was like it was throbbing for attention. He smacked your hand away as he started doing it himself.

His fingers were rubbing you so good. His mouth working at the same time. You could feel your orgasm so damn close. Chris didn’t let up until finally your drippy little pussy was gushing as you came hard. He wasted no time in standing up and pushing into you.

Your face felt flushed as he started moving into you again. Chris was never satisfied unless he made you cum so many times you were begging him to stop. Even then he might push you a little because he loves how whiny you get when you’re over stimulated.

“Did you let him fuck you like this?” Chris slammed his hips into you. Needing to keep fucking you as rough as he could.

“No,” you whimpered.

“Just me, huh. No one else could do this to you.” He smacked your ass leaving a stinging pain behind. “Bet you didn’t even let him hit it, huh.”

“No,” you answered.

“Why?”

“Because no one fucks me good like you.”

He chuckled clearly getting some amusement out of your desperation. Before he could cum again, he tore away from you leaving your pussy clenching on nothing as he grabbed your neck so he could take you to the carpet.

He signaled for you to get on you all fours and you thought he was going to make you suck his dick until he got down beside you. He grabbed you hard so he could put you into position. Grabbing a throw pillow to place on the ground before pushing your head into it.

The anticipation of whatever he was about to do was scaring you. Your body trembled as a reminder of the two orgasms he’d forced you through so far. He grabbed both your arms, holding them behind your back so your face was kind of dependent on the pillow that was about to be stained with your makeup for balance.

Oh, he was about to destroy your cunt.

The first thrust was so deep your body tried to pull away before you could even think about it. “No. Don’t you fucking run from me. You take it.”

The only thing you could do was take it since he was holding your hands behind you. He was violating your pussy and there was nothing you could do about it. You gasped with each thrust not being able to even wrap your head around how deep he was. You could feel him in your stomach. 

It was like this switch in your brain had turned off. All you could do was think about how much you needed Daddy’s dick. All you could fucking do. You wanted to be his bitch. Wanted for him to own you. You needed him to never ever stop.

“Oh, no. Did I fuck you stupid, Little Girl? Your stupid little brain couldn’t take it?” He sounded so condescending and it only added to how far gone you were. “Who am I?”

“You’re my daddy,” you whispered.

“I can’t hear you.”

“You’re my daddy,” you whimpered. You bit your lip, burying your head into the pillow because fuck you’d just buy a new one. Your roommate would understand.

He moaned seeing how fucked out he’d gotten you. In the same way your mind had slipped into the subspace, he felt him hit this feeling where he felt so dominant. Like you seemed so small compared to him and what he was doing to you. He reeled in these moments.

“I’m gonna cum,” you cried because right when you announced it, it hit you so deep. Your pussy juices cascading down his length. If he wasn’t stuffed inside of you, you would have probably made a mess everywhere.

Your eyes rolling to the back of your head. It felt so fucking good. Tears sprouted from your eyes and you knew you probably looked as messy as you felt.

“That’s it, Baby.” He let go of your arms, seeing how far gone you were. He pulled out of you so he could pull you into his arms. He cradled you bringing you close. “I’ve got you.” He kissed the side of your head as you cried softly. Your eyes were glazed over from how hard you came.

You sniffled burying your head into his chest. He kissed your nose before getting up with you in his arms and sitting you on the couch. He helped you pull your dress over your head because until then it’d just been bunched up. He undid your bra next so you’d be more comfortable.

“You need some water?” He asked.

You nodded, but didn’t let go of him. You needed him to be close. He chuckled, standing up with you still in his arms as he walked to the kitchen. It was fine he could hold you and get you water at the same time.

“Daddy,” you whimpered.

“What is it, Darling,” he whispered kissing the top of your head.

“I need you.”

“I’m here,” he sighed as he carried you back over to the couch. He brought the glass of water up to your face helping you take a sip. “That’s a good girl.” He set it down on the side table. “Need anything else?”

“I need to pee.”

He chuckled. “Well I can’t help you with that.”

You took a minute in the bathroom to wash your face so you could wake yourself up a little. The night was far from over. You knew that. He was just nice enough to let you take a break.

When you walked back into the living room, he was right there stroking his still hard cock. Your poor Daddy. You’d left him like this. As soon as you got closer to him you got on your knees, ready to take him into your mouth like a good slut.

He licked his lips as you got leveled with his thick cock. “It looks so yummy,” you said, before licking the underside. 

He groaned, bringing his thumb to your cheek. “That’s it, pretty girl, suck Daddy’s dick.”

You got to work. Slobbering all over him. You wanted to leave another mess on him. You could taste yourself on him and it only made you want to work harder. 

“Fuck,” he said under his breath, eyes hooded as he watched you. It was such a pretty sight seeing you on your knees before him. Your mouth worshipping his dick. “Did you suck his dick?”

You shook your head, looking up at him with big eyes. You held your tongue out as you bobbed your head up and down. He could feel the back of your throat every fucking time. Then you went all the way down his dick disappearing into your mouth completely. Your soft lips around him while your throat felt like it would swallow him whole.

“God damn,” he moaned, putting his hands in your hair so he could pull you off and then shove it back in. He fucked your throat and you let him, gagging on him sometimes, but still trying to be a good girl and take it. You didn’t want to let your daddy down. “That’s it, Bitch. You’re a good girl. You knew better than to fuck someone else, huh?”

You hummed around him, nodding your head. “Mhm.”

“Even when you’re a little fucking brat you know this is daddy’s cunt.” He groaned. “Daddy’s mouth. You’re fucking mine. You hear me?” You nodded, but that wasn’t enough for him as he yanked your head up by your hair. “When I ask you a question you fucking answer me.”

“I’m sorry,” you whimpered.

He grabbed your face before slapping your cheek. “Who owns this pussy?”

“You do.”

“See, that’s a good little slut.” He grabbed your hair so you’d have to lean up to kiss him. He made you stand up then turned you around so you’d have to sink down onto his cock again. You yelped as he stretched you out all over again.

His legs were spread wide as he started to move you up and down his length. Fuck he loved watching your ass as you rode him in reverse. You twerked on his length and watching your ass shake like that with your pussy full of him was so damn sexy. “Fuck, Daddy.”

See, perfect. Where the fuck else was he going to find a girl that let him do such depraved things and twerk on his cock while also calling him Daddy then thank him for it.

“Did you kiss him?” He suddenly asked, suddenly feeling irritated all over again. He fucking hated that you even thought it’d be okay to go on your little date.

“He just kissed my cheek,” you answered honestly.

Even the thought of that was enough to make him mad. He pushed you off of him, turning you back around so you had to climb onto his lap. “Don’t you ever, ever, ever pull some shit like that again.”

“I’m sorry,” you moaned.

You heard the keys in the door and he got up quickly so he could get you to your room without your roommate getting an eyeful of either of you. He closed the door, locking it behind. You put your head against his chest, laughing. He chuckled before kissing your forehead. “That was a close one,” he whispered.

“I’m sorry you haven’t even been able to cum.” You giggled. 

“It’s okay we got all night,” he said, smacking your ass.

There was a knock on your door and you groaned. “Um,” your roommates very clearly amused voice came from the other side, “as glad as I am that you’re moving on from the asshole that broke your heart, can you please keep it in your room.”

You scrunched up your face before looking at Chris who did not share your roommates’ sense of humor at the moment. “Sorry,” you said through the door. “I thought you’d be gone.”

“I will be. I just forgot something,” she replied. “Have fun with Devin.”

Chris slammed you down onto the bed. You purse your lips before trying to back away from him. “Just wait for when she leaves. I’m tearing this ass up,” he threatened.

And he did because as soon as you heard the front door close, he started pounding into you again. Spreading your legs wide open as he fucked into your cunt.

“Want me to cum in you?” He asked. “Fill you up?”

“Yes,” you cried.

“Look at it,” he grunted grabbing your hair again so he could force you up to watch his dick go in and out of you. “This is my cunt. Don’t you get forget that.”

“I won’t,” your voice got all whiny again as you started to cum again. This time he started to shoot inside of you giving you every single spurt. “Daddy!”

“Fuck, Y/N,” he moaned himself hips stuttering as he shoved his cum into you.

Finally, as the two of you started to settle down getting you wrapped up in your blankets, he laid next to you to pull you into his arms. You were breathing heavy as he kissed your face. “You better break up with him,” he said so sweetly.

You groaned softly. “Chris... you still did what you did.”

“I promise nothing happened. It was just for the photo op.”

“Yeah, but they’re going to keep thinking something is going on because you don’t want to make things official with me. If you can date so can I.”

He groaned. “Is that what this is about?” He asked. “You need to hear the words?”

“It’s bigger than that. It’s about you respecting me.”

“I do, Baby,” he replied. “Fine. Do you wanna be my girlfriend?”

“Yes.” You poured before kissing his lips. “Was that so hard?”

“No.” He rolled his eyes. “It’s just that I thought you were already my girlfriend and that you just wanted to keep a low profile.”

“Oh...”

“And I wasn’t ignoring you. I broke my phone and wasn’t able to get one right away,” he said. “If you hadn’t been dodging Scott’s calls, he would have told you.”

“Well now I feel like a jerk.”

He sighed. “It’s alright. I should head home, though.”

“Why?” You poured.

“I don’t want Dodger to be alone all night,” he replied. “Wanna come?”

You nodded. “Yes, Daddy.”

“Okay, but on one condition.”

You huffed. “What?”

“First of all, lose the attitude,” he said. “Second, you gotta breakup with David.”

“It’s Devin,” you corrected him.

He gave you a very pointed look. “I don’t give a shit. Breakup with him right now or I’ll spank you.”

You groaned tossing your head back. “That’s so mean we literally just went out.”

“I don’t give a shit. Break. Up. With. Him. Now.”

“Fine.” You rolled your eyes.

After getting ready to go, he made you sit down on the couch so you could write your message. “Can’t I call him? It feels less mean.”

“Either you do it right now or I will,” he said. “Keep complaining and I’ll make it worse.”

He looked over at your shoulder as you typed before snatching it out of your hands. “Chris!” You protested.

“You took too long.” He shrugged before standing up, pulling you into his arms. “See isn’t that better?”

“You’re mean.”

“Yeah? I’ll show you how mean I can be when we get to my place.”