#THIS WAS FUN TO WRITE!!!!!!

[thesolaireslawyer]

Amazing Right

WC - 1043 TW - One-sided love AN - Enjoy

This was the day. This was it, Milo would finally stop hiding behind the skirts of his pants. He would confess.. He would tell Asher how he felt. That and he was tired of that stealth teasing him. At one point, they threatened to asher themselves, and that's when Milo drew the line. 

If anyone were going to be telling Asher anything it would be him. Especially if it concerns his feelings for him… he just had to build up that confidence.. To you know.. Actually.. Say the words- 

It’s only 3 words.. ‘’ I Like You ‘’ yet they hold so much weight. Maybe it wasn’t the weight they carried it was the actions after. What if Asher didn’t understand what he meant? What if Asher just turned him down? What would the pack hierarchy think? He is the beta after all. 

There was so much to consider, for 3 little words. 3 little words that meant everything to Milo. 3 little words that can break his heart. Or make it burst with joy. So much could go wrong. But he needed to do this. He didn’t really need to.. More of he wanted to get these feelings off his chest. 

But at the same time, he didn’t want to lose the person he cared for the most. 

He was busy right now, but he’d talk to Asher later today. If he could distract him with the promise of games. The blow wouldn’t hurt as much as he was thinking. Yeah.. grabbed his phone out of his pocket.. Maybe they could play some Smash together. And maybe he’d let him win. A smirk covered his face. Yeah.. 

~~~~~~~

After a long day at work, all they wanted to do was go home and rest. But it seems the universe had other plans.  And maybe they felt their heart stop when they heard the elevator stop. They had forgotten about the other person here. The 2 of you were talking.. Then the elevator stopped. 

‘’ I don’t think the button is gonna work..- ‘’ Asher stalled a laugh, this is not how he expected a drop-off to go. That and almost breaking covert for the second time this week- what David doesn’t know can’t hurt him. 

Maybe the elevator could just kick-start itself, and all this be over.. He looked over at the stranger. They looked like they were freaking out.. How could he help…hmm

‘’hey'm Asher.. And seems we are stuck for a bit ‘’ he was trying to break the tension. 

They had a nice name. He could bet they had an even better smile. They looked scared.. He wanted to help with that. 

‘’ hey, why don’t you come over here..? ‘’ waving his hand over. They looked at him and back at the closed elevator doors. Before taking a seat next to the man they now knew as Asher. 

Asher attempted his best to make conversation with them. After all who doesn’t like to shit take their coworkers at i right? How could they not have a water cooler?! All the TV shows have them. The bathrooms being semi-clean wasn’t surprising. 

‘’ you’re a funny guy Asher..’’ 

There was the smile he wanted to see. He knew it was beautiful. 

‘’ well tell me what.. Let me give you my number and we can have all types of conversations.. ‘’ he was hoping the beads of sweat rolling down his face weren’t obvious. 

‘’ sure! Let me see your phone..’’ they reached out, and he practically dropped his phone, though it ended up in their hand eventually. 

‘’All alright I’ll see you Asher! ‘’ they waved him off before they got off on their floor. 

Now that Ash was actually looking at his phone; he’d noticed the message he got from Milo earlier today. 

Wanna Get Your Ass Kicked In Smash? 

He smirked at the message. As if Milo could beat him. Ash’s jiggly puff could easily beat Milo. 

Bet. 

See you at 7 

That was a fast response. Ash shook it off and waited for the elevator to land on his floor. 

~~~~~~~~~~

How many times had Milo lost now? He’d lost track.. One thing was on his mind. And it wasn’t the game, it could have been Asher's smile. That laugh he did whenever he knocked him off the map. Why was this hard? 

3 words.

That's all he had to say. And those 3 words were the hardest things that he could say at this moment. Everything was perfect after all. Games, snacks.. This could be the moment. He could say the words. The ones he’d been longing to say. The ones that were plaguing his mind. 

That's all he had to do. All he had to say. 

I Like You. 

Those words. Why was it so hard to say those words? 

‘’ Milo you good? ‘’ asher looked at him. He looked so lost in thought, and he wanted to tell him about the cool person he met earlier today. 

‘’ y..yeah I’m good. ‘’ milo gulped.. He had to tell him now. The beads of sweat rolling down his face were just a form of liquid encouragement. Yeah.. after all, doesn’t sweat cool the body down? 

‘’ well, that’s good! I would’ve responded to your message earlier but I got stuck in an elevator. ‘’ he chuckled. 

That laugh. 

Fuck. 

He couldn’t do this.

‘’ and I met this really cool person, they like Halo and Smash! ‘’ asher stated pausing the game now and looking directly at Milo. 

The sparkling look in Asher’s eyes made him look so pretty. Milo had stopped paying attention to what he was saying. 

‘’We were talking while the elevator was stuck.. And eventually, I got their number! And we should be going out on our first date next week. ‘’ 

Wait what. 

Date. 

Next week? 

‘’ w..what? ‘’ 

Asher very happily recounted everything that happened in the elevator. And Milo’s heart shattered with every word. He had waited so long for this one moment. And he lost it to a panicked stranger. 

He waited his whole life. And lost it all to a damn elevator. 

‘’amazing right?! ‘’ asher had been talking. And he wasn’t paying attention. 

All he could do was nod and hope Ash didn’t notice the tears threatening to spill. Maybe in another life. Asher would be his. 

[almondpiglet]

ppl were drawing mikus from all over so heres habesha miku and her lil twin sibs rin and len!!

[crookedtines]

I finally took the time to photograph my vintage dip pen nib collection, and I need to share with you all how wonderful and diverse their designs are.

These two are my favorite. Just look at them! One of them is named Gorille and the other Mephisto, but to me they're little pumpkins.

And of course you gotta love the Pinocchio nib. You get to write with the nose of a tiny guy! Just not something you get to do anymore.

[daisywords]

One of my biggest nitpicks in fiction concerns the feeding of babies. Mothers dying during/shortly after childbirth or the baby being separated form the mother shortly after birth is pretty common in fiction. It is/was also common enough in real life, which is why I think a lot of writers/readers don't think too hard about this. however. Historically, the only reason the vast majority of babies survived being separated from their mother was because there was at least one other woman around to breastfeed them. Before modern formula, yes, people did use other substitutes, but they were rarely, if ever, nutritionally sufficient.

Newborns can't eat adult food. They can't really survive on animal milk. If your story takes place in a world before/without formula, a baby separated from its mother is going to either be nursed by someone else, or starve.

It doesn't have to be a huge plot point, but idk at least don't explicitly describe the situation as excluding the possibility of a wetnurse. "The father or the great grandmother or the neighbor man or the older sibling took and raised the baby completely alone in a cave for a year." Nope. That baby is dead I'm sorry. "The baby was kidnapped shortly after birth by a wizard and hidden away in a secret tower" um quick question was the wizard lactating? "The mother refused to see or touch her child after birth so the baby was left to the care of the ailing grandfather" the grandfather who made the necessary arrangements with women in the neighborhood, right? right? OR THAT GREAT OFFENDER "A newborn baby was left on the doorstep and they brought it in and took care of it no issues" What Are You Going to Feed That Baby. Hello?

Like. It's not impossible, but arrangements are going to have to be made. There are some logistics.

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[geezmarty]

(bellara/taash) nerd/jocks lovers rise up

[simonbrain]

it doesn't matter how quietly you attempt to get off at night; your lieutenant is always listening, always grumpy about the pretty sounds disturbing his slumber.

you were embarrassed when he brought it up to you (keep it down, can't fuckin' sleep with oll tha' racket), so you opted to not use your vibrator the next night, instead using your fingers like some lady from the 1800's. it wasn't as efficient, but it did the job, and you were knocked out after a few orgasms.

you think you're doing good, as he doesn't confront you about your nightly activities for a few days after that. not until one morning when he pulls you over to an obscured area outside, not paying any mind to your stumbling and hissing.

even with the mask on, you can tell he's scowling. "how many times do i 'ave to tell you to keep it down?" he grumbles, peering down at you through golden eyelashes. his head tilts as he speaks, and you have to force yourself to not squeeze your thighs together in front of your superior officer. "i can hear tha' wet cunt through the walls every night—are you tha' thirsty for it, pet?" a finger clips onto your belt loop, and you're being tugged closer, a chuckle rumbling from him when he takes notice of how flustered you're getting.

you've never wanted to explode into tiny pieces more in your life than this moment. your cheeks feel hot, and you can only stare up at him and watch as his gaze roams down your body. heated. predatory.

"i— i don't want—" you try to deny what you know is inevitable because ghost always gets his way, but it's thrilling to watch how he pushes his body against yours, the smell of him overpowering your rational thoughts. he only peels the mask high enough to free his mouth before he's shoving his tongue down your throat, a gloved hand finding its way to the front of your pants.

that night, when you crawl into bed with a fully charged vibrator, warmth already swirling in your belly, you think about how ghost's hands felt on your body. how he so meanly nudged the fat head of his cock in until he was fully sheathed, stretching you so thin you swear he was going to split you apart.

("there we go," he coos—or rather snarls at you, thick fingers filling up your mouth because you were whining too loud for his liking. "knew you wanted this fuckin' cunt stuffed full o'me," he groans while pawing at your chest, harsh pants hitting your ear. "tha's why you're so loud, innit? nasty fuckin' thing.")

how he kissed you like he was trying to consume you, licking into your mouth with such fervour, you were surprised he hadn't already burst into flames. he resembles a brick more than an actual human sometimes, but patience has always been his strongest quality.

you really shouldn't be surprised when ghost pours into your room while you're making yourself dizzy with thoughts of him, your brain liquifying on the pillow from the constant delicious vibrations against your throbbing clit. the sound of the door being kicked shut behind him startles you as he stalks over to your bed.

"i'm starting to think you like pissing me off." he growls softly, the bed squeaking underneath his weight. the vibrator is still buzzing against you, and you swallow when his eyes drop down to the soft, wet mess between your legs. "get on your fuckin' knees, girl."

[black-quadrant]

sometimes all you need is one passionate person who goes berserk for your work to keep you creating

[anna-scribbles]

old doodles from the archives 🫶

[obsesssedblerd]

Smau: "I want you back." ☹️❤️‍🩹

The guys getting you back after a breakup. ♥️

(nanami, geto, choso, toji, sukuna, and gojo)

contains: angst w/ happy ending, fluff, a bit of crack

a/n: thank you all so much for 100 followers! here's a little treat. 🥰

[artist-rat]

fine dining at the blushing mermaid. with the boogieboys

[evilmafuyu666]

[aspiringwarriorlibrarian]

You know, it's kinda funny how much of high fantasy centers around kings and nobility and courtly intrigue considering that the archetypal high fantasy, Lord of the Rings, had the rather explicit moral of "saving the world is up to this backwater hick and his gardener because no politician, least of all inherited nobility, would have the ability to see past their own ambition and throw away a weapon". Oh sure, Aragorn is a great king and all, but there's a reason he's over there running a distraction ring while the hobbits do the real work. Sauron loses because he gets distracted by kings and armies and great battles (i.e. typical high fantasy stuff) letting Frodo and Sam sneak through his back door and blow it all to hell.

Just saying, maybe old Jirt knew what he was saying when he said that the small folk doing their best and holding to each other was more powerful than a dozen alliances and superweapons and we should respect him for it.

[umblrspectrum]

i love learning cursive just to write text for exactly one character

[lgbtlunaverse]

Nothing will dispell the "the curtains were just blue" myth faster than writing something yourself, because the amount of pretentious symbolism i am putting in my silly little fanfics is ridiculous. I mean SO much with these words, literally every single one of them. This fic has twenty five typos and zero correct uses of punctuation but if there's curtains you bet your ass I put thought into what colour they were.