#and maybe it will end wednesday

[review-anon]

//And Image limit so that's all for today!

//I do have one final thing to share before we end the day though.

//But before that, we got a lot done today since Kana was able to brave herself, a plan was formed to stop RA and save Christmas and Void have been defeated at long last!

//As such tomorrow will be the final confrontation and possible execution of Mikado Sannoji...alongside the other punishments the Voids and Kokichi will endure.

//Hopefully this means either tomorrow or Wednesday we can conclude this arc.

//That's right people, the end is in sight! This arc will be over soon! Hope you have been having fun!

[peachiibon]

what if i combined both of my main interests right now. what then

warning for a mile long rant of cookie flavor speculations in the tags

[angelpuns]

working on smthn really special that I HOPE I can finish! Also ignore the weird anatomy I'm currently just trying to get the general look of it down :) Also if you wanna guess in the replies or smhtn that's be fun!

[obsessedwhyyes]

WIP Wednesday!

Oh my goodness, it's been so long since I did one of these. But I'm back! And I have a snippet!

Thank you so much to @roguishcat, @davenswitcher, @larvasmoon, @cinnamontails-ff, @vividiana, @verbenaa for the tags! I'm sure I've missed people - it's been so long since I did one of these, after all! If I have missed you, I'm so sorry!

I come bearing a very strange, very experimental little snippet for you today from A Tale of Fools and Tricksters, my Ringmaster Astarion x Fem!OC circus AU! This chapter is Elysia-centric, so not much of The Boy in this one!

Snippet under the cut!

For people that have read this fic, I'd love to know what you think is happening 😂 For people that haven't, don't worry about it 😁

No Pressure Tags: Everyone that tagged me, plus @lady-vincent, @khywren, @pinkberrytea, @caffeinatedmunchkin, @nerdallwritey, @wobblyweasels, @snowfolly, @xxnashiraxx

[try-set-me-on-fire]

Tagged by @iinryer for wip Wednesday! I’m making Bobby go to therapy. He’s not having a good time.

“Things that happen to the people we care about affect us, too. Witnessing a loved one hurt — or killed — can have a profound impact on us.”

Bobby shakes his head. It’s… not untrue, maybe, but it doesn’t sit well with him. “That’s not fair.”

“To who?”

“Buck. Or- anyone- the person who got hurt. They’re the ones that need- help. Support. Why should I get to wave everything to a halt to get my feelings catered to?”

“When a plane is going down, you put on your own oxygen mask first, right?”

Bobby flinches at the ghost of cold water and resignation. “Part of my job is triage, Frank. If someone needs oxygen more than me, I’m giving it to them.”

Both of Frank’s eyebrows raise this time. “I’m not a firefighter, but I can’t imagine it actually says that in any of your rulebooks. But that’s not the point. You need to take care of yourself so you can take care of other people. You’re here in my office, Bobby, so I think some part of you knows that.”

Tagging @bigfootsmom @butchdiaz @wildehacked @homerforsure @eddiesgaymustache @gayeddieagenda @kananjarus if ya got anything to share!

[a-writing-otter]

WIP Wednesday - Chapter 6 of The Redemption and Subsequent Death of Bill Cipher

“Am I— Did I interrupt something?” Stan asks a little awkwardly.

“Nah,” Bill, who recovers much faster from gaping at Stan like a fish, leans back into the bench before punching Pine Tree’s shoulder. “Kid was just heading out to go break windows or something.”

“Better hope it’s not these windows or [you’re] cleaning it up,” Stan tells Bill before reaching out, shoving the bill of Pine Tree’s hat down over his eyes. Pine Tree grumbles and fixes it before turning a far brighter smile on Stan.

“Your sister’s looking for you. Something about trying to make a suit out of glitter.”

“Oh. Great.” Pine Tree rubs his face and gets to his feet. “Thanks, Grunkle Stan.”

He goes to the door and pauses to look at Bill for a second.

“Just… you know, I think you’re right. I think things will be okay again soon.”

Bill’s brow furrows as Pine Tree heads back inside before he starts chuckling as he shakes his head.

“Weird kid.”

“They’re receptive,” Stan says as he takes up Pine Tree’s seat and Bill tries not to groan. “Not that you’ve made it exactly hard to miss that things are weird between you and my brother. I think the temperature in the room drops by ten degrees every time one of you walks into it. And I thought things were bad with my ex-wife! Ha!”

Bill winces at that, pulling a face as he leans forward to bury his face in his hands.

“Yeah, well, we weren’t even dating—“

“No, you two were just sucking face anytime you were left unsupervised.”

“Please, Pine Tree already got onto me for this. I fucked up and—“

“Summoned a demon, yeah, I heard.”

Bill’s blood runs cold and he looks between his fingers at Stan. …he’s not swinging, he’s not snarling, and Bill can say he’s almost positive that this isn’t Stan then.

“…and you’re cool with that?”

“What? Oh, no, absolutely not. I almost strangled you in your sleep when my brother told me.”

Billy, admittedly, feels a little better with that admission.

“He also said that you came to him to get rid of said demon.”

“Yeah, well… I don’t know. Taking over the universe is so last year.”

Stan snorts at that.

“You’re, like, really cool with that?” Bill tries again. “Don’t want to, I don’t know, punch me in the eye?”

Now Stan shrugs.

“I wouldn’t go that far, but I think watching you walk around on eggshells, convinced one of us is going to take a swing at you or tell the Axolotl—“

“Axo— Oh, wait, no, you said it right.”

“I listen. I’m just saying, you know, you with your tail between your legs ain’t a bad look. Certainly makes me feel better.”

“…but, like, the whole breaking your brother’s heart? Trying to take over the universe? You’re sure you’ve got no murder held in your very large, very family-oriented heart?”

“Don’t go tempting me, Cipher, but… Ford’s an adult, you’re… maybe an adult, I don’t know, how do demons age?”

“Depends,” Bill admits, pulling a face. “Interdimensional demons live to about a hundred millennia or so, sometimes longer if they take care of themselves.”

“You said you were a dream demon though,” Stan remembers.

“Yeah, well, that’s a little more… complicated.”

Stan cracks open his pitt cola and gestures to Bill. He debates for a second before taking in a deep breath and sighing.

“I was born an interdimensional demon, a very precocious, adorable thing. Even though they’re relatively harmless, mostly brokers for deals made between species, they’ve got their own power. It doesn’t help that I was born… different.”

Bill’s voice gets soft, thoughtful.

“They tried to understand me, probably. They couldn’t though. A world full of two-dimensional idiots, they never understood what I saw, understood how I felt. So it was, you know, a little…”

“Othering?” Stan offers and Bill nods.

“Othering. Everyone adored me. ‘Special Billy’, ‘unique Billy’, ‘Billy who sees things no one else can see’.” […crazy Billy.]

Bill grips the bench a little too tight, knuckles turning white as he looks down at the ground.

“I won’t bore you with the sob story of a universe lost to a monster,” and maybe because it’s bad enough to admit it to Ford, admitting it to Stan who he still doesn’t trust not to come swinging at him is another thing, “but I ended up alone. I was drifting through time and space for, easily, a couple millennia. I spent a lot of time floating amongst the stars I’d stared at so long. I saw galaxies born, galaxies die; I saw nebulae explode and reform; stars would go through entire lifecycles in front of my eyes. It was me and the cosmos, so I guess I didn’t feel alone.

[call-him-akihiro]

Alpha Flight (2023) #5

Writer: Ed Brisson

Artist: Scott Godlewski

[divine-misfortune]

reminds u to do smthn with underground punk band raindrop *eyes emoji*

Omg craaaaazy

Wips your Wednesday have a glimpse at these losers before the sexual tension starts

[project-sekai-facts]

When do you think will be the next broadcast?

Probably on the 29th or 30th, I doubt they'd go as late as the 31st. So it should be announced either in a few hours or little over a day from now.

[gemmahale]

WIP Wednesday (6/12/2024)

Fandom: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare Reboot

Working Title: Museum Muse

Pairing: John 'Soap' MacTavish x OFC Darlene 'Daisy' Houghton

Rating: E

Story CW: BDSM, Kink, puppy play (Soap's the Dom, do not come for me), nudity, TBD others Snippet CW: Implied D/s dynamic

Synopsis: Darlene Houghton has been working as a Museum Curator and Docent at <Museum Name> for a few years. She's your go-to person for talks and tours, touted as one of the most lively speakers the museum has. When one of her colleagues asks her to be the live model for the "Human Art Studies" program, she has to face a slew of insecurities she'd long shoved to the back of the closet.

And really, it wouldn't be a problem - she'd show up, grit her teeth, and leave as fast as she could. Except that plan goes tits up in the first five minutes when she comes to sprawled flat on the ground, a pair of bright blue eyes checking her over for injuries.

Something something something learning to be loved through art and kink. Body painting. Puppy play. A bunch of god-awful flirting. (I ran out of steam, don't get mad.)

AKA: ....pure indulgent bullshit I'm probably going to be reworking because I just had an idea writing this up to make it the classic BDSM "anonymous identity" conversations vs platonic relationship (with pining and mistaken identities) dual timeline thing. And I wanted to explore the idea of the really sharp and smart Sgt MacTavish with an equally smart girlfriend. (And I may or may not be self-inserting into this as someone who's kind of toying around with puppy play IRL.) Okay you can stop perceiving me, jfc.

I just realized I forgot to actually name the museum. Hells bells I'm a wreck atm.

Concept spawned from @dragonnarrative-writes's Transferrable Skills (Ghost x You, Tumblr) and Aessedia's newest story Darkest Eyes Meet Under The Sky (Ghost x Soap, AO3).

Divider by @saradika-graphics

With a soft hum, Daisy pushed her lips against his. It started out soft and chaste, lips meeting before becoming more urgent. Johnny’s hand slid up her back, tangling in the hair at the nape of her neck. She whimpered softly as he nudged her against the brick of the building, caging her in.

He released her lips, looking down at her. “Y’late, pup.”

Daisy pouted, hands coming up to rest behind his neck. “I told you I got caught with a random inspection at the gate!”

“Aye, but you should have planned for the possibility.” He nudged her chin up, his blue eyes showing he held no anger against her. “You’re the one that asked for me to hold you to time.”

“I brought you coffee though,” she whined into his neck.

“Aye, you did? I see no coffee, lass.” He pressed another kiss to her shoulder, chuckling softly. “And you know bribery doesn’t get you out of punishment.”

Daisy grumbled a bit more, “They were with the snacks. Gaz must have taken them in.” She nipped his neck softly, following it up with a little lap of her tongue.

“Ach, no biting, pup. You know better.” He tapped her nose gently, looking down at her with a grin. “I leave for three months and you forget all your manners, eh?”

[nina-ya]

GOOD MORNING EVERYONE HAPPY MONDAY!! First monday of the new year!! I hope you all have a good day lets get this new year off to a great start!!

[its-all-papaya]

i have three thoughts and they are:

i finally made it long enough post-publishing the nutcracker suite to do a full read-through of the fic with some authorial distance just now (have probably read every bit of it separately at some point since then in the midst of answering comments etc) and. yeah i think this is the best fic i've ever written (including dad lando) so.... crazy that it came from a fucking trick-or-treat ask on halloween and had not a prayer of being finished until like two weeks ago when i locked in and refused to lose.

i bought a picture frame at a thrift store that's too small for any of my prints. someone talk me into or out of (don't care which) printing the landoscar champagne photo from abu dhabi and framing it on my actual bedroom wall.

i'm back in my apartment after ten days with my parents and a) i'm sad i wanna go back to them and my dog and b) my hand soap here smells critically like dad lando. i don't think i will ever be able to buy this specific kind again without triggering the highs and lows of typing 100k of kid fic.

[pondslime]

made a discord in order to rant and rave about writing/horror movies/soggy losers w/likeminded weirdos (affectionate)!!!

→ 18+ only! → nsfw server! I'm a writer of weird erotica & I want to chat w/other writers/enjoyers of weird erotica lmao → please check the rules channel & hop into introductions before chatting! → disclaimer: it's VERY much a work in progress & a bit messy atm!! sorry for tossing u guys into an active construction site!! I'm working on it, I promise!!

feel free to message me if ur interested! <33

[clits-and-clips]

Since writing the affirmations and starting manifestation again, I've actually been in a much better headspace. It's crazy how things align, and you end up where you need to be, especially through pain

[micamicster]

ok plan for today is to deep clean my entire apartment including the bathroom which looks. BAD. and then go get dinner with my parents <3 yay <3

[fate2716]

So new ideas for a fanfic, listen to me:

A fic where Enid confesses her feelings to Wednesday, and she feels the same, she has fallen prey to the Addams Curse, but she rejects her because she feels that she doesn't deserve her and thinks that she will never be able to make her happy since she can't give her what she thinks she wants like PDA, watching pop movies, words of love, etc. (obviously we all know she can, she is Gomez's daughter after all, but she is still emotionally repressed in this moment).

Some time later, a new student arrives, and she and Enid begin to form a friendship that little by little seems to transform into something romantic, the thing is: this girl is too similar to the psychic, in style and ways of spiking and behaving. Their relationship is how she imagined it would be if she and Enid were together instead, and the strangest thing is that the werewolf seems to be really happy with that dynamic, without demanding more (our blonde respects other people's boundaries because she is a sweetheart).

Now it's time for Wednesday to be conflicted and wonder if she really made the right decision by rejecting the blonde, after all, if Enid wanted that kind of relationship, why couldn't she be the one standing by her side? Why not be the one who makes her happy? Can she win back Enid's love? Could it be that she still feels the same? Will she still have a chance to repair her mistake? Can she show her that she is a better option? And more importantly, how?