#but I've rarely had the time to touch myself let alone my writing

[sporco-filth]

Hi Sproco! It’s 🫃 Guy anon from that other blog. I thought you’d want to know that I love your stories and your work inspires me to be slobbier each day.

this is possibly the best compliment you could give me, especially because I've enjoyed reading the asks you send to secretlygross

(I am also really sorry I've been too busy to write but things are starting to get less stressful now. hopefully in the next week or so I'll have time.)

[awkward-walking-potato]

Hi, can I ask something with Logan where the reader is upset with themselves because everything they do or say, even in good fate, turns out wrong or the situation gets worse. Logan knows that they meant well so he tries his best to comfort them.

I hope I've made myself clear, English is not my first language.

Feel free to ignore this ask if you don't like this idea, but thank you if you write it💕

The day had gone from bad to worse. It seemed like every time you tried to help, things just spiraled further out of control. It started with the morning’s training session, where you’d suggested a different approach to help one of the newer students with their powers. You meant well, but the suggestion backfired, and the student’s confidence took a hit instead of improving.

Then, during lunch, you offered to help Jean in the kitchen, thinking it would lighten her load. But somehow, your attempt to help ended with the oven catching fire—something you didn’t even know was possible with an oven that barely required turning on. By the time you’d managed to get everything under control, Jean had reassured you that it was fine, but you still felt awful.

As the day wore on, your missteps piled up. A few misspoken words caused tension between two friends, a forgotten task led to a delay in the day’s lesson plan, and by the time evening rolled around, you were feeling utterly defeated.

You tried to retreat to your room, hoping to avoid any further disasters, but it seemed like fate wasn’t quite done with you yet. You nearly collided with Logan in the hallway, the last person you wanted to see when you were feeling this low.

“Whoa, easy there,” Logan said, steadying you with a hand on your shoulder. He took one look at your face and frowned. “You alright?”

You shook your head, unable to find the words. The day’s events played over and over in your mind, each one a reminder of how badly you’d messed up. You couldn’t hold back the tears any longer, and they spilled over before you could stop them.

“I just… I keep messing everything up,” you managed to say, your voice thick with frustration and self-reproach. “All I wanted to do was help, but I keep making things worse. It’s like everything I touch turns to disaster.”

Logan’s frown deepened, but there was no anger or disappointment in his eyes—only concern. “Come on,” he said gently, guiding you toward the nearby lounge. “Let’s sit down for a minute.”

You let him lead you to the worn leather couch, sinking into the cushions with a heavy sigh. Logan took a seat beside you, close enough that you could feel the warmth radiating from him.

“Start from the beginning,” he said, his tone calm and steady. “What happened?”

You recounted the events of the day, each mistake feeling like a fresh wound as you spoke. Logan listened quietly, his expression unreadable, but his presence alone was enough to keep you from breaking down completely.

When you finished, you wiped at your eyes, feeling drained and embarrassed. “See? I just make everything worse. Maybe I should stop trying so hard…”

Logan was silent for a moment, his gaze fixed on the floor as if deep in thought. Then, he turned to look at you, his expression softening in a way that was rare for him.

“Listen,” he began, his voice gruff but laced with a kind of rough warmth. “You didn’t mean for any of that to happen. You were just tryin’ to help, right?”

You nodded, biting your lip to keep from crying again. “But I still messed everything up.”

“Yeah, well, stuff happens. Even when you’re doin’ your best. But that doesn’t mean you’re a screw-up.” Logan leaned back, running a hand through his unruly hair. “Hell, I’ve messed up plenty of times myself. Done things that went sideways even when I thought I was doin’ the right thing. But that doesn’t make you a bad person. It just means you’re human.”

“But everyone else…” you started to say, but Logan cut you off with a wave of his hand.

“Everyone else knows you meant well. You think Jean’s mad about the oven? She knows you were just tryin’ to help. And the student you were helpin’? They’ll bounce back. You’ll get another shot to help ‘em out.”

You sniffled, trying to process his words. “But what if I keep messing up?”

Logan let out a low chuckle, surprising you. “Then you keep trying. You learn from it and try again. No one here expects you to be perfect—not even me.”

The sincerity in his voice touched you in a way you hadn’t expected. Logan wasn’t the type to offer comforting words easily, but when he did, they hit home.

“You got a good heart, and that counts for somethin’,” Logan continued, his gaze locking onto yours. “You care about people, and you wanna do right by them. That’s more important than getting everything perfect. So stop beatin’ yourself up over this.”

You managed a small smile, feeling the weight on your chest lighten just a bit. “Thanks, Logan. I needed to hear that.”

He nodded, as if it was no big deal. But the way he was looking at you, with that rare mix of understanding and reassurance, told you that he meant every word.

“Now, how about we get outta here for a bit? You’ve had a rough day. Maybe we can go for a walk, clear your head.”

You hesitated for a moment, but the idea of getting some fresh air—and spending a bit more time with Logan—was too appealing to pass up. “Yeah, I’d like that.”

As you stood up, Logan placed a hand on your shoulder again, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “You’re doin’ fine, you know that? Don’t let one bad day make you think otherwise.”

With Logan by your side, you felt a newfound sense of determination. Maybe you wouldn’t get everything right all the time, but that didn’t mean you weren’t making a difference. And as long as you had people like Logan around to remind you of that, you knew you’d be okay.

[lainiespicewrites]

Dreamless sleep

I mentioned in a reblog a few days ago that I sometimes write little oneshots about Henry to comfort myself when shit situations happen. Well I left work today and my car wouldn't start and... I've been struggling with remembering something really difficult that happened to me and I needed a comfort fic. This is that.... I don't normally post them but I wanted to share this one.

Warnings: Mentions of SA possible trigger.

summary: waking up from a nightmare and having a rough day. Henry is always there to help.

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I watched the door shake.  The man on the other side determined to break in.  If he got through, he was going to hurt me again. Not that he would ever admit it. My attacker had spent just moments before trying to convince me I had asked for it. Like what he did to me was nothing more than him fulfilling my desires. Bile rose in the back of my throat from the thought. 

“Go away, Luke! I told you I won’t say anything to anyone! Just leave me alone!” But he didn’t stop. I watched the door knob turn as I looked around my childhood bedroom searching for something to barricade the door. Trying to find anything to keep him out. My strength would not hold much longer. One more shove and he would be inside. I wouldn’t be able to escape him. Just like the last time. As I’m reaching for a chair to press against the door, I stumble. I fall to the floor and the door swings open… 

I woke with a start shooting straight up gasping for breath. My heart was racing and I let out a whimper as my eyes adjusted to the darkness. I flinched as I felt a gentle hand touch my hip. 

“Darling it’s me, it’s okay.” Henry’s soothing voice broke through my panic. It was a dream. Only, a dream. I swallowed hard and looked out the window. It was storming, the sky was still gray, I looked over at the clock 6:25 my alarm was about to go off, 

“Sorry, go back to sleep baby, it was just a bad dream. I’m okay.” I assured him. Henry sat up. He wrapped his arms around me from behind and placed a soft kiss on my head. 

“You’re sure? He asked, “Do you want to talk about it?” I shook my head. I hadn’t told him about what happened to me. And as far as I was concerned he didn’t need to know. It was in the past. I was fine. It was rare that I had these dreams. 

“No bear, It was silly, just go back to sleep, I need to get up and get ready,” I told him. He took in a deep breath. He still held me close for a moment before hesitantly letting go of my waist. 

“Alright, love,” When I got out of bed I turned and kissed him softly. He looked so tired. He’d gotten back so late from set. I hate that I’d woken him up. 

“I’ll see you later,” I smiled. He sat up giving me another kiss. 

“Have a good day baby,” He said. I slipped out of my bedroom and took a quick shower. I quickly got dressed for the office and left. I picked up a coffee on the way to work. I splashed some on my shirt leaving a small stain. It wasn’t completely obvious but I knew it was there. This would happen today I hate Mondays. Things were in full swing, actually, busy. When I got there. I sat down and tried to focus on my work. But I couldn’t get anything done. All I could think about was that dream. 

Lunch rolled around and I realized I’d left it at home. I didn’t want to bother Henry. He hadn’t had a day to himself in a while. So I was just going to pick something up. I ran to the little convenience store down the road and got a little snack. It was much but it would hold me over until the end of the day. 

The rest of the day was so busy. So many emails and the work just kept piling up. It was non-stop. I was so ready to get back to my place and spend the evening with Henry. I walked out to my car and put the key in the ignition and… it didn’t start. I tried it again… nothing. How could this happen? It ran perfectly fine on lunch. God, I was just tired and hungry and I want to get home! I’ve spent the whole day reminded of this terrible thing I’d gone through, and now this? Today sucked! I sighed and pulled out my phone. I was going to have to call Henry. I tapped his name and the phone rang. After the second ring, he picked up. 

“Hey, babe, you on you’re way back?” He asked. I sighed again. 

“No,” I said flatly. “My car won’t start I don’t know what’s wrong, the engine won’t even try to turn over.” I rambled. I could hear myself starting to hyperventilate. 

“Slow down, breathe. I’ll be right there.” He promised. In 10 minutes he was pulling up next to my car. We tried to jump it but that did nothing. I sighed and slammed the door. “Whoa, hey, it’s gonna be alright we’ll get it fixed, love,” Henry said grabbing my shoulders gently and making me face him. I felt my lip start to wobble. I didn’t want him to see me cry. In all honesty, we hadn’t been together that long. He hadn’t seen me break down and I wasn’t ready for him to. What if I was too much? What if he didn’t want me anymore?

“I-i’m sorry, today has just been… stressful. I was looking forward to getting home and spending time with you.” I said. 

“And you’re going to, we’ll leave the car here I’ll have it looked at in the morning. Let's get back and relax my love.” Henry drove us home. I shuffled inside, quickly changing into comfy clothes. After spending a while trying to fix the car it had gotten a bit late so we decided to order in. Henry ordered dinner while I got cozy on the couch. We ate our Chinese takeout and binged a new Netflix series. My mind wandered not fully paying attention. Getting lost in the dream from this morning. I was staring blankly at a spot on the wall, I didn’t hear Henry say my name. He shook my shoulder and I yelped. His brow raised and his eyes filled with concern, and something that almost looked like hurt. 

“What’s going on with you today love?” He asked. I snapped. 

“What do you mean? Nothings going on everythings fine!” I said. He sat back looking at me from a sideways glance. 

“You’ve been on edge all day,” He stated. 

“You haven’t even been with me all day,” I rolled my eyes. 

“Is something bothering you?” He asked. I groaned. 

“Fucking hell, would you just drop it Henry? I told you, I’m fine!” I shouted. Henry ran a hand through his hair and groaned in frustration. 

“I’m just trying to help,” He sighed. 

“Yeah, well I didn’t ask, I’m not some helpless damsel you need to save!” I argued. 

“I never said that!” he groaned. “But you’ve been stressed since you woke up this Morning.” He stated. 

“So?” I deflected, clearly agitated.  

So… who’s Luke?” He asked his voice calm. My stomach dropped. How did he know that name?

“I don’t know what your talking about…” I said shifting my eyes to the floor. 

“Alayna, when you were having your nightmare, you… said his name, asking him to stop. Who is he?” He asked again. I swallowed hard. I kept my eyes on the floor hidingn the tears that had started to well up. 

“No one, must’ve just been a name my brain came up with.” I lied. 

“Come on,” he pleaded. “I know you don’t think I’m that stupid.” He said. I looked up at him, eyes meeting his. He was hurt. Hurt that I was shutting him out. 

“I don’t think you’re stupid at all, I just… don’t want you to think I … to think less of me.” I sniffled. Henry brushed my hair out of my face and brushed his thumb across my cheek. 

“Talk to me, I want to understand.” He said. “Whatever is, I just want to help you,” he stated. I nodded. 

“He… is…was a friend of my brothers.” I started. “They were friends since they were kids, I new him since I was a baby.” I explained. Henry nodded. Keeping his hand on my back silently supporting me. I went on. “I thought I could trust him. I was so naive. He always seemed like a good guy. He came to town to celebrate my brothers birthday. And they came back drunk. He woke me up. Because he wanted to say hi. I got up to talk with them and when we went back to bed he… got into my bed. I thought he was joking at first. I thought he was gonna leave.” I looked at Henry. His face was calm, but I knew that he knew what I was going to say. I didn’t miss the anger in his eyes. But he stayed quiet. Letting me get it all out. “He was like a brother to me. I-I don’t know how he could touch me like that. But… I couldn’t do anything. It was wrong, it was so wrong but I was like frozen with fear or shock I don’t know. I know that I told him no. Once. something he wanted to do … I finally was able to find my voice but. It didn’t matter. The next morning he acted like nothing happened. I never said anything. I never pressed charges…nothing. It was years ago. In my dream I confronted him. He told me I couldn’t prove it. He wouldn’t own up to it. I yelled at him. And he tried to convince me I wanted it.. And he…he tried to come after me again.” I cried. Henry quickly wrapped me up in his arms pulling me into him. “That’s when I woke up.” I said.  I cried against Henry’s shoulder while he held me. He gently cooed in my ear as if consoling a baby. But it helped. It was the comfort I needed. The shoulder to cry on I never really had. He was quiet for a while. Letting me have this moment and then. 

“You know, none of that, is your fault.” He said. His voice soft. 

“But I.. let him.” I said. His jaw ticked. Trying to remain calm for me. 

“No, he may not have been violent or mean or angry. But he still forced you. He was bigger than you. You had no choice. But to let him do what he wanted. I can’t imagine the pain you’ve felt carrying this for so long. But I won’t let you do it alone anymore.” He said. 

“You don’t have to,” I sniffed. 

“The bastard is lucky he’s still breathing. He may not live anywhere near you but if he ever comes within a mile of you he’s a dead man.” He growled. 

“I’m sorry, about…” I started staring at the ground. 

“Look at me,” He cupped my face pulling my eyes back to his. “ I don’t care about some little argument. Or a stressful evening. I care about your wellbeing, your safety, and your peace of mind. There may not be much we can do about what happened. But I can help you feel safer, I can help you feel protected. That’s what matters. Let me care for you. Don’t be too proud to let me help you.” he pleaded.  I nodded. I was exhausted. Today had been so hard. I didn’t have the energy to be guarded anymore. 

“Okay,” I said. 

“You need rest love, you look exhausted.” He said softly. I nodded laying my head against his shoulder. Henry carried me to bed and I immediately curled myself around him. He smiled softly. 

“As long as I breathe. He will never, get to you,” He said softly. I nodded my breathing slowly as I listened to his heart beat. Henry softly stroked my hair and I felt my eyes lids get heavy. 

“Get some sleep darling, I’ll be right here,” he promised. My eyes closed and everything faded to black. And for the first time in a long time. I had a dreamless sleep. I was safe. Now. Truly safe. I didn’t have to fight this alone.

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[slayfics]

HEY since u said it was alright to request, I've been thinking about something for a While and i rlly like angst but i dont know if u rlly write that, I've only seen a bit in the muichiros mansion chapters, but i can rarely find the type of mui angst i want but basically its something like mui leaving us or something like that, IDK JS HEARTBREAKING ANGST IG😰😰 bc i love the pain and suffering once i see angst of a character leaving🫶🫶

HAVE A GREAT DAY/NIGHT<333 TYSM

Muichiro breaks up with you.

You felt all the tension you had been caring for day finally release at receiving a crow from Muichiro. Ever since you heard of the upper demons attacking Swordsmith Village where Muichiro was you had not got a minute of sleep.

Finally not only was he safe, but healed as well. You had missed him dearly when he was gone and you felt butterflies in your stomach when you read his letter.

His letter indicated he wanted to talk to you as soon as possible about something extremely important. You made your way over to the usual spot you and Muichiro spent time together. A comfortable spot under a shady tree by the lake.

It filled your heart with joy just knowing you’d be in his company soon. You wanted nothing more than to let him know how dear he really was to you.

It wasn’t that you didn’t know how dangerous being a demon slayer was before, but when hearing he was up against an upper demon reality harshly set in. Any day it was possible that the two of you would be spending your last moments together.

You were beginning to get lost in thought when Muichiro arrived and sat down next you.

“Tokito!” You exclaimed and tightly embraced the Hashira.

“Hello…” he said, remaining still and not returning your affections in any way. This made your heart sink. Was something wrong?

“I’m sorry, I suppose I should have asked how you were healing first,” you said carefully letting go of the Hashira.

“Oh my body is healed… but I’m not quite myself yet,” he said, cryptically.

“Is everything ok? What happened in the village?” You asked hastily, concern overflowing from you.

“Well it appears I’ve recovered all my memories,” Muichiro said gently placing a hand on his head.

“Tokito, that’s wonderful!” You exclaimed with a big grin. However, the Hashira demeanor remained unpleasant.

“Yes and no…” he said, zoning off. You stayed silent hoping for him to elaborate. “The memories I recovered weren’t pleasant ones…”

You searched for comforting words but nothing came to mind other than, “Tokito, I’m so sorry.”

“No you see I am here to apologize,” he said, turning to face you. “What I uncovered has been more than I can process… you see it is a burden all on its own and… I don’t think I can effectively maintain our relationship while I go through this.” He said, watching you carefully.

You felt as though time had stopped. You searched his eyes hoping to see some indication that this was a joke. However, the Hashira’s eyes were as stern as ever. You tried to speak but it felt as though the air had been ripped out of your lungs.

“T-Tokito- I can help,” you muttered, pitifully as tears formed in your eyes.

“I appreciate your concern but you see… this is something I wish to go through on my own.” He said, gently grabbing your hand. “Please do not be sad, you’ve done nothing wrong. You’re a magnificent person. I hope you understand.”

You searched for words but nothing came. What were you supposed to say? If he wanted to be alone then that was the end of the conversation, wasn’t it? You looked down at his hand holding yours and hot anger flashed through you. How dare he touch you while he’s ripping your heart in two. You forcefully pulled your hand back.

Muichiro winced in response. He knew you’d be hurt but seeing it now was too much to handle. He had enough trauma to process and he was already overflowing with pain.

“I respect your decision, but I don’t understand.” You finally spat your anger getting the best of you. “You have a lot to process, that’s fair, but I could have supported you through that. Nothing is easier alone, Tokito.”

“Everyone processes things differently,” he said pleadingly, hoping to help you understand. “Maybe one day when I’m better we can try again.”

Your anger was a burning rage now ready to fully unleash. Did he really think he could hurt you and expect you to forgive him so easily when he was ready to start again?

“You can’t rip my feelings to shreds and just expect me to wait around for you, Tokito. Things don’t always work on your terms.” You said with venom in your voice.

Muichiro took a deep breath, tears now lining his own eyes. “Yes, you’re right. I don’t expect you to wait around. You deserve to be happy and if you find someone else before I’m ready… well, I wish you the best.”

“I wish I could say the same to you,” you said again, even more nasty than the last time.

Your statement seemed to be the last blow Muichiro could take as the tears dropped freely from his eyes. He turned around not wanting to face you anymore. He tried to muster up what he could to say goodbye but the lump in his throat was too much, so he parted his way silently leaving you alone.

Now alone your anger melted into despair as sobs that sounded too strong to be your own escaped you. All this time you were excited to see Muichiro, but you never expected this outcome.

You walked home as sobs still escaped you from time to time. Finally approaching your house you froze in shock at the sight you were met with.

Your estate was covered in origami cranes of varying sizes and shapes. You blinked and rubbed your eyes believing you were imagining them. However, the cranes remained and the longer you looked the more you seemed to see.

You walked up to the door where a letter was hanging that read:

Till we meet again.

-Tokito

You grabbed the letter and held it to your chest tears streaming once more. I hope you didn’t take me seriously Muichiro you thought to yourself. Of course, I’d wait for you, I’d wait lifetimes for you. Please once you’re ready run back to me.

Thank you for the very angsty request! I hope I did it justice and you enjoy~

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[wisyhana]

These are some pages that I made as fanart for a fanfic i Really Love. It's something rare that I look back and actually kinda liking the result- 😂 I've been trying to improve my panels flow(?)/pacing And the Lettering- adding words in comics is pretty hard 🥺 if you had some insights, pls let me know ❤ or just give me what you think... Thank you so much!!

Hi! Thank you for waiting this long hahaha

First of all I love your Yugi, is so freaking adorable, big fan over here aaaaaa.

And okay we're gonna talk about comics. Oh boy. It's not a topic I dont like talking but it's something I get way too.... intense, even if I feel I don't have much to defend with. Anyway I'll try to not be so detailed and serious about it so I can bring a decent commentary!

Disclaimer that I have a lot of issues with the use of thought bubbles, but that's a me thing. Myself I try to avoid them so I can focus on a "show more, talk less" type of flow. So if I start talking about them it's because of that, not that you'r doing a bad thing or anything.

I like how you use the panels, by themselves and ignoring the dialogues, they work perfectly fine! I think my thing with the pacing is that I'd draw a 3-4 pages comics instead of 2 for this scene alone. It's a pain I know, but I think for this type of scenario adding a little more of time could help to appreciate some details, like Kaiba being notoriously angry, the moment he touches Yugi's forehead, etc. But this is also a very personal opinion because I'm a sucker for very sloooow interactions, so all this I'm saying is for the sake of a slower pacing. Sadly you gotta draw more or write less if you want to get that effect, also you can get in a situation where things end up vague and ugh, what a pain hjdfhjhds.

I have a serious problem with dialogue bubbles, I never know where to put them Dx. I always feel they're on the way or that they hinder the reading or that they look straight up ugly hahahaha. I think you use a good space for them! they're not in the way of the faces or important scenes, but I can see you needed to add arrows for the conversation to work. In my opinion the dialogue works perfectly without the arrows. We all know there are two people talking so having only the faces on the bubbles was enough to understand who was talking and what order follow.

Now, if you want to work on bubbles without using the faces to show who's talking and don't lose the order in the way, I could recommend something like this:

Sorry if it looks way too clumsy! But a thing we artist have to deal is how the order of the bubbles affects on the flow of the dialogue. Specially when we don't have a specific way to show how the person talks (for example japaneses have many ways to show character's expression so it's easier for them to identify it.) So we need to focus on the flow.

A wonderful person who talks TONS of this matter is the motherfucker Scott McCoud!

This is just an example of how dialogues can contribute to the time and spaces and how the order affects the reading. This is not the exact example for what I mean but Scott is a badass of the comic and the complexity of it.

Understanding Comics The invisible Art is a masterpiece, I blame him for making me doubt is I'm doing a good job or not.

Okay before I go way too into this, one last thing and this is personal opinion. I love white background but you gotta be very careful to not make it look like lazyness. You don't need to draw a full background but maybe adding some shading can help to make the illusion of space rather than having a blank space. Of course this is just my opinion.

Anyway, I really like how you work! my huge recommendation would be to simply take your time on it, I feel it shows a bit of impatience or nerviousness, but that's just my idea. So far you're going a good way on creating comics and I'd love to see more of them :3

Hope this helped you in some way! And as always don't forget to have fun drawing your beautiful bois!

this is me everytime I draw comic and find a inconsistency.

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Note:

It is totally fine to draw fanart of my fics [tag me if you post it. I will love you forever] and that stuff, it is not okay to reupload them or to post them on another website without my permission.

Reblogs and comments are the lifeblood of artists, reblog and comment on artwork [not just handdrawn ones] to keep an artist creating, its legit your only job...

1). Very nice, very tired, very evil || Hookhausen || AU: What Baking can do || Prompt: ""you should sleep" "I am not human. I don't need sleep." || 2k words

2). How much time ya got? || Kingmox || Prompt: Eddie Kingston and Jon Moxley sitting in an all night diner talking about the new "adoptees" of the BCC. || 6k words

3). Blood is as rare and as sweet as cherry wine || Hangkenny || Prompt: "have i not suffered enough? has my sacrifice been insufficient to entertain you?" || 4k words

4). BTE buddies || No ship || Prompt: “ that hurt more than a brazilian wax . ” ||OC: Jay Orton || 2k words

5). I love the way he looks at me || Bluejays and blowjobs || Prompt: "Waiting outside in the car after dropping the other off to ensure they at least get inside their homes safely before driving away." || OC: Jay Orton || AU: the highschool AU || 3k words

6). Hand in [un]Lovable hand || Southern Lovin' had me a blast || Prompt: “Do you trust me?” ||OC: Jay Orton || 6k words

7). Getting you off is my favourite hobby || Southern lovin' had me a blast || Prompt: I’m gonna stop if you don’t cum.” || OC: Jay Orton || 3k words

8). We'll bury these old ghosts here || Bluejays and Blowjobs || Prompt: “You literally don’t have to do anything to catch my attention because my eyes have never really been on anyone else other than you.” || OC: Jay Orton || 2k words

9). I need to purge my urges [I need someone to blame] || Prompt: CM Punk trained Jay turning on him to join BCC or The Elite || Welcome Home || OC: Jay Orton || 3k words

10). If I said you could never touch me || Hangkenny || Prompt: I wish you would write the conversation between Kenny and Hangman and Kenny on Kenny's return || 2k words

11). Would you love me more [If I killed someone for you?] || The Elite polycule || Prompt: "You're bleeding… You're bleeding bad…” || 2k words

12). Show me the method of your selfless tongue [give me a sermon] || Hangmatt || Prompt: “are you..are you blushing?” “NO physical activity just makes me red okay” || 3k words

13). Just Cole || Bluejays and blowjobs || Prompt: When the otp+ are not on a first name basis and it becomes more intimate than more technically familiar address || OC: Jay Orton || 1k words

14). Can we just lay here and forget the world || The Polycule || Prompt: "I just want to lay here, with you, for a little while longer." || OC: Jay Orton || 2k words

15). We made our peace with weariness and let it be. || Hangkenny || Prompt: "You were a good person once. I looked up to you" || 2k words

16). I find myself alone at night [Unless I'm having sex] || Hangkenny || Prompt: Person A gets cold during the night, and joins Person B in bed || 2k words

17). There's always some reason [to not feel good enough] || Hangkenny || Prompt: things learned in a nearly empty diner || 1k words

18). An open hand [for your other man] || Hangkenny/Golden lovers || Prompt: “How much did it hurt?” || 3k words

19). But lately, I've been worried youre losing yourself || Hangkenny || Part two of: IFMAAN [UIHS] || 2k words

20). It's fine, fine, fine [Who am I?] || Hangkenny || Prompt: "just tell me what you need. let me give it to you?" || 1k words

21). Angel to me [Watashi ni totte tenshi] || Hangkenny/ Golden Lovers || Prompt:'how long have you known?' || Part 1/2 || 2k words

22). You know the distance never made a difference to me || Golden lovers/ Hangkenny || Prompt: “i can't hide from you like i hide from myself” || part 2/2 || 2k words

23). I'll tell you my sins and [you can sharpen your knife] || Bluejays and blowjobs || Prompt: "I'm starting to feel jealous when I see you with other people." || OC: Jay Orton || 4k words

24). The dead man in the dream is you || No explicit ship || Prompt: "I've got a lot of bad shit that I'm taking to my grave." || Trans girl adam cole || 4k words

25). I picture it soft and I ache || Hangkenny || Prompt: Singing them a lullaby || 1k words

26). no lover leaves the rose garden without blood on their hands || Hangkenny || Prompt: “if I asked, would you stay?” || 1k words

27). Everything stays [but it still changes] || Hangkenny || Prompt: “Kisses that have them hiding their face in your shoulder” || 4k words

28). Look at you [how could I not be in love with you] || Hangkenny/The elite polycule || Prompt: "Leaning in without realizing and then stopping just before their lips are attached to look in the other’s eyes to see if they want this too" || 2k words

29). I could be a better [boy]friend than him || Adam squared || Prompt: "This is a bit weird, isn't it? Sharing a bed with a stranger." || 2k words

30). Did you kiss me so my lips would bleed? || Hangkenny || Prompt: Those soft gazes you can feel burning into the side of your head, and when you look back at them, they’d either hold their gaze or they’d quickly look away so you don’t catch them staring at you. || 1k words

31). I hate what youre doing, I hate that it feels so- || Hangkenny || Prompt: “How far is too far?” “I honestly don’t know at this point.” || 1k words

32). Your voice drives me insane || kenny Omega || Prompt: N/A || 400 words

33). Bite the hand that needs me || Hangkenny || Prompt: “You ever wonder if other people think we’re like… A thing?" || 2k words

34). The only one who’s hurt someone is me || Golden Lovers || Prompt: “I want you. I need you.” || 3k words

35). Being such a good boy for me now || Hangmatt || Prompt: sender spanks receiver hard enough to leave a mark || 4k words

36). Talk to me (talk to me, talk to me) || Hangkenny || Prompt: Lightly kissing on top of a freshly formed bruise || 4k words

[sabo-has-my-heart]

Dear Astra,

This is two part anon. Hope you are doing okay. I've come back from hell (lol just kidding, I got a heavy fever for like a week, and then spent the next 2 weeks catching up with my homework). How are you? I've learned it the hard way that you should always drink enough fluids, so remember your daily water!

During my time in bed, I thought of a cute fic idea that I'd love to tell you (not that I'm urging you to write, I just wanna talk). Reader and Sabo are both serious workers in the RA. However, whenever they have time alone, Sabo'll turn into a huge size golden retriever, with the puppy eyes yearning for reader's touch and praise. (Aizzzzz I melted while fantasizing about this, like imagine Sabo goes "Y/N~ pat my head, please" while kneeling down hugging reader's waist. OH GOD I'M DYING). Oh I also have a fantasy for Ace, which is nsfw :^) (can't help it ig, I'm not telling it if you're not curious tho, since I know sharing these +18 thoughts can be a bit 'meh' to some people)

Also I've spent a huge amount of time gaming while being sick and found myself a new husbando alongside Ace ehehe it's Roland from Punishing Gray Raven if you wanna check it out.

I'm curious if you like listening to music or not? I've been into a Japanese band recently, which is a surprise because I've rarely heard any Japanese song. But I love them and I hope they'll get more love (just like the way I love you *wink wink* lol)

I think it's because I've done everything that I'm so hyped now. I feel like this message is too long and full of random bs. But yeahhhh boiiiii, I finished everything today, I'm so happy.

Oh yeah, recently you posted a delete announcement that freaks the loving Ace out of me. I'm sorry for what you had to go through but half of me was like "not the Ace fics, not the Ace fics, please please anything but the Ace fics"

Sorry if these topics are so random, I'm just sharing my 'highlights in life' with you. Idk maybe because it makes me happy I hope it makes you happy too. Aight my hype has calmed down, Imma take my leave. Have a great day/night. Best wishes to whatever you're doing and PLEASE REMEMBER TO STAY HYDRATED (sorry if it's too aggressive, I'll stop if you don't like it. It's just that I've been through the worst because of it so I don't want you to experience that) Aight, this is already longer than my project essay, see you!

I finally got around to writing something!!! So it's not as long as some of my others things and definately not as long as I would have liked, however, considering I'm sleep deprived, can't sleep, and haven't written in months, I'm not displeased with it!

Warnings: FLUFF!!!

Word Count: 980

     Smiling, you ran your hands through Sabo’s wavy blond locks as he snuggled his head into your stomach. While the two of you both worked hard, highly dedicated to the Army’s cause, you both sometimes wished to spend more time together like this. In the privacy of your room, you could both relax, let down your guards, and be vulnerable. Sabo never hid who he was, he was always true to himself, to his dreams and aspirations, to his desires, hobbies, and interests; that being said, this was a side only you ever saw. Here, in the safety of your room, he allowed himself to melt into your embrace, to yearn for your praise, and to nuzzle into your touch; as if he was a touch starved child and not the strong, independent, second-in-command of the RA. A blond haired, lovesick, human puppy. 

     “Did I do alright on the last mission?” he asked softly, nuzzling against you even more, arms tightening around your waist, making you laugh slightly. You knew exactly what he was after. It wasn’t like you minded and it wasn’t like he was purposefully seeking your attention and praise in an annoying manner, but hearing you say it always made his heart skip a beat and his stomach flutter.

     “You did more than alright, you did spectacularly. A perfect 10/10 like always.” you said, caressing his cheek as he let out a pleased, content noise as he attempted to snuggle further into your stomach.

     “You know I always try my best for you.” he said softly, his words muffled by your stomach.

     “Oh? So you don’t give your all simply for the RA?” you teased, making him whine. He knew you were teasing, but part of him felt a lump form in his throat, as if he’d disappointed you for only giving his 100% for you.

     “No, I promise, I give my all for the Army, I promise, I just-” “Shhh, I know, sweetheart, I’m sorry. I know you’ll always do your best, for me or for our cause.” You said, leaning down to kiss his forehead. Sabo sighed happily at the feeling of your lips against his skin, relaxing once more into your touch. You’d pull him closer and wrap your arms around him, comforting him if he hadn’t been cuddled up to you like he was at the moment, the both of you laying on the bed, his tall form curled up so he could fit on the bed while laying his head on your stomach. He reminded you so much of a golden retriever at moments like these. A sweet puppy curled up with their loved one, tail wagging softly as they snuggled up to them, eyes begging for praise and pets. Sometimes you liked to joke that he should have found a canine zoan devil fruit instead so that he could have a real tail to wag back and forth. Not that you weren’t happy that he’d found his brother’s devil fruit. In fact, you loved that he’d eaten the Mera Mera fruit, enjoying the warmth that radiated from his body on cold nights as you held each other close. 

     He’d loved how you’d spent the entire night telling him how amazing his new abilities were and how happy you were that he’d succeeded in tracking down and eating something that meant so much to him.

     “Thank you for always working so hard, for doing so much for everyone. You’re always doing everything you can and you deserve so much for what you do.” you said, making him grin like a mad man as he attempted to nuzzle his face further into you again, as if trying to hide how giddy your words made him. 

     “Can… can I ask you for something then?” he asked, looking up at you once more with those large, pleading, puppy eyes of his. You giggled and nodded, brushing his hair out of his face, “can we go out to my favorite restaurant later? I know it’s pretty far away, but they make the best ramen.” he requested, making you chuckle as you shook your head at his request.

     “Of course we can. We’ll get you as much ramen as you want and even something for dessert if you’d like. Afterwards, we can spend the rest of the day snuggled up in bed, or I can spend the rest of the day just running my fingers through your hair while you sleep.” you offered, drawing more happy noises mixed with excitement from his throat. 

     “Thank you, you’re so amazing.” he said, his large grin plastered across his face. At this rate, you were pretty sure his smile wouldn’t die down until morning, fairly certain that he’d fall asleep with that insanely large grin. 

     “Pretty sure you’re the amazing one, sweetheart. So strong, brave, and kind. Nobody could possibly be as astounding as you.” you praised, making him wiggle around on the bed in delight. You could practically see the non-existent tail thumping against the mattress. Pulling him away from your abdomen, you began to pepper his face in sweet kisses, bringing a loopy, delighted, love drunk look to his face before pulling him into your chest, resting his head just above your heart, its gentle beating easily relaxing him further as he began to doze off, too content to keep his eyes open. As much as he was enjoying the attention, thriving on your love and adoration, he was tired, comfortable, and at ease, “Get some sleep, you’ve earned it.” you said, arms holding him tightly, hand still running through his hair as he nodded sleepily, quickly falling asleep. He was the RA’s hardest worker, one of its strongest fighters, and one of its best soldiers, and he was your sweet little golden retriever, an adorable puppy of a man, and as soft and cuddly as the fluffy canine he resembled.

[wintrfang]

They Call Me the Seer

They call me the Seer. I was born with special eyes. For as long as I can remember I could always see, but not the world around me, not as it was anyway. My parents tell me that sometimes I would cry, for no clear reason, and eventually stop similarly unprompted. As I've grown I've come to realize that my eyes can always see where I am, but sometimes they don't see when I am. I can always hear, smells touch, and taste what seems to be reality. But most of the time I don't see the right time.

Sometimes, when I concentrate hard enough, I think I can control when I'm seeing. I can usually keep it so that things are close to reality, buildings are where they should be, rocks, trees. But I wear an eye bandage to make it clear that I can't see people I might walk into. For whatever reason, this doesn't affect my ability to "see" as people claim it should.

But sometimes, when I'm not remembering to concentrate or if too many outside stimuli are distracting me, the sight shows me vastly different times than when reality is. At times the ground is almost eye level or way below me. I've seen dark depths of lakes that either no longer or might some day exist. At times it is completely dark. I'm unsure if this is because the light of the sun and stars has faded or perhaps I'm under the surface of the ground. This latter theory I have proved true sometimes by hopping in place and just barely peeking above the ground and seeing. But sometimes no matter how hard I try I can't see anything. Or everything is on fire.

One of the weirdest parts is that I rarely see myself. Occasionally I can turn around and see me walking towards me. Or see me walking ahead of me. This also took a while to realize. I didn't initially have any consistent way to know what I looked like. But one time I saw someone with eye bandages turn around to look my way, waving their hand weird, then I took a few steps forward and turned around. I focused for a moment to see into the past and saw the same person walking towards me so I waved at them.

Word of my sight has reached the ruler of this land. A group of people were sent to bring me to the ruler, I assume so that my powers can be used for the good of the people, but I've heard whispers that it may be more selfishly motivated.

I've been able to catch a few glimpses of my escorts. They are a motley crew, no uniforms, no military identification. I would almost say they look like criminals if my parents hadn't said they were definitely holding an official seal. But they are all very friendly and, even if it is just because it is their job, they make sure to take very good care of me. Occasionally when my sight changes unexpectedly I will let out a small scream. I can always hear them move into a formation around me while one comes directly to me and ask in a stern yet soothing tone what is wrong. When I clarify, as best I can, they resume leading me onward.

We've been travelling for a while now and the closer we get to our destination, the more I start to worry. I keep seeing battles, signs of war torn lands, and other things that concern me. Some of them seem in the distant past or future, but some seem like they could be less than a few months from now. I've mentioned this to some of those escorting me. This caused some dissenting opinions, whether they should take me the rest of the way so they get paid or if they should take me away out of fear of what I might accidentally cause.

I don't know what they will do, let alone what they should do. I've never though about if I could change the events that I see until now. Are my visions destiny or just a possibility?

The end...?

If you read this whole thing thank you for reading it! I hope you enjoyed. I've had this character idea in my head for probably a decade, maybe longer. And I finally thought maybe Tumblr would be a good place to write some short stories. If you enjoy it please give a like and maybe reblog too? I might be encouraged to write more.

Also if you want to use this as like a ttrpg campaign or something feel free. I wrote it as setting agnostic as possible, so it could easily be in fantasy, modern, sci fi, whatever. The basic idea is that the party would be tasked with going to get the Seer and then you could make it clear that actually delivering the Seer is probably a bad idea. Or add your own twist! If you do use it I'd love to hear about it though.

[ineffible-chaos]

The Christmas Kids

Summery:

It's been four years since Craig Tucker stepped into South Park. After a nasty, one-sided breakup at sixteen with his long-term boyfriend, Tweek Tweak, Craig has been on a downward spiral with seemingly no end. With a new assignment from his therapist, Stripe #10 and enough medication to kill a small village, Craig is returning to the source of all his problems. Things have changed in South Park and some people don't know how to leave well enough alone. With new friends, old friends, and something in between, Craig just wants to disappear out of the lives of everyone

Parings: Craig/Tweek, Kyle/Stan, Kenny/Butters/Marj

“I dream of you in every waking and sleeping moment and its the sweetest and cruelest form of torture.”

Day one.

My name is Craig Tucker.

I’m twenty-two years old.

My therapist is making me do this assignment where I have to make an entry for a whole year. Three hundred and sixty-five entries. He told me that it was okay to skip a day or two if I forgot or didn't have the energy to write anything down. I don't mind this if i'm being honest, it's better than wallowing in my own self pity like I have been the last few years.

I think it would be rude to not introduce myself to you, even if you are just a leather bound book filled with empty space.

So.

My name is Craig Tucker and I'm depressed.

I was first diagnosed when I was sixteen when my boyfriend of six years broke up with me. Then a lot of stuff happened and I got the free upgrade of having MDD- major depressive disorder, a few years later. I’m gay, I’ve known since I was fourteen. You’re probably wondering, “Craig, how did you have a boyfriend for six years if you didn’t know you were gay until years after you started dating him?”

That, my friend, is the question, isn't it? I grew up in South Park, this fucked up little town in Colorado. The adults were insane, there was one fat kid who was a menace to society (his friends were too, I still hate them for Puru) and then there was Tweek.

Tweek Tweak was this neurotic little blond kid whose parents ran the only coffee shop in all of South Park.

We even fought once because of the fat kid I mentioned earlier. We’d played superheroes together (I was Super Craig and I beat the shit out of other kids, I loved it) and before we “dated”, we were doing some medieval shit with this new kid who farted. Like, a lot. It was a weird time.

Then the Asian girls started making yaoi fanart of us and the whole town had decided that we were gay, dating and that was that. We “broke up” shortly after and Tweek had decided to make me sound like a cheating bastard with some dude named Michael (srsly what the fuck, im still mad about that).

But I guess we just sort of stayed together after that. We fake dated for the town but we actually became really good friends and eventually the line between friends and being something more just… blurred. I was the only one who could calm him down and he was the only one I could stand touching me.

That's sort of my thing. My family never believed in coddling their kids and it was rare to be touched in a way that wasn't violent (I got into fights a lot) or those posed two second family pictures. I even remember flinching away from his touch in the beginning because it was so foreign.

I haven't let anyone else touch me since.

The thought makes my skin crawl, like having any one else’s hands on me but his made me want to throw up.

Sorry, I'm rambling aren't i? It's been a while since i've talked to anyone that wasn't the therapist.

I'm gonna be honest, book. I’m not okay.

I’ve been in love with my ex for nearly ten years and I don't know how to get over him. No one else clicks and a part of me is so, so tired of getting drunk and high to feel something other than misery and self pity that I just want everything to end. That sounds bad doesn't it? Who feels that way over some guy?

Everything feels heightened now because I'm going home to South Park for the first time in four years and I'm scared out of my mind. I was a complete mess that last year and a half of high school after Tweek broke up with me and I spent most of that time high, drunk or both on the first set of meds that made me feel numb enough that I could barely think and when i could, i was so fucking miserable i wanted to die.

If I'm being honest, I don't even know how I graduated. Despite what everyone thought about Kyle Broflovsky and Wendy Testaburger being the smartest in our grade, I had been on track to be valedictorian, which I hid from everyone as best I could. Sure, I had sucked at school when I was younger but the teachers had been able to tweak (ha, jokes) how I was taught and boom, smart as hell.

Honestly, I think my teachers felt bad for me and just passed the depressed gay kid who was dumped by his long term boyfriend for a fucking girl.

Ugh.

Book, this entry is making me want to jump so I’m gonna end it here. So see you for entry two, maybe I won’t be so miserable the next time we talk.

-Craig.

He flipped the book closed and flexed his fingers, which had cramped from the amount of writing he'd done. A part of him had almost felt bad for trauma dumping through the pages and immediately wanted to punch himself in the face because how fucking stupid is that? It's a book.

He hadn’t been lying as he wrote and he’d even felt like the slightest bit of weight had eased off of his shoulders for a moment. He looked around his barren dorm room and wished he could make time stop moving; graduation had come and gone and now he was heading back home to South Park for the first time in years. Apartments were too expensive in the city and he was completely wiped out from paying tuition.

So home it was. Tricia was about to be in her senior year of high school and he’d felt guilty for missing so many events the last few years. His mom was excited he was coming home and he had no doubt that every single miserable person in town knew the Gay Kid was coming back home.

Being out of the cold shadow of the mountains had done him good, his voice had finally let go of the lispy rasp he’d had for so long and he'd let his hair grow out so it stuck out from under his hat.

He looked towards the desk in his room and stood from his perch on the bed. Stripe #10 had been changed to his carrying case and he’d protested it, his angry weeks expressing just how he felt being in his tiny enclosure.

“Dude, chill. You’ll be in there for only a little longer and I’ll give you treats later.”

Stripe let out a huff in response.

“Don’t sass me young man, it's hard being a single mother dealing with your tantrums.”

Damn kids.

He shrugged his bag on and lifted the cage, leaving behind the dorm he’d occupied for so long. He left the key by the RA office and put Stripe in the front seat of his car, buckling him in and throwing the bag into the back seat.

“Don’t expect to see your deadbeat dad anytime soon bud, just because we’re going home doesn’t mean you get to see him.” He said to Stripe, who didn’t respond.

Teenagers are so ungrateful nowadays, he thought to himself and started the long journey to South Park.

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[necromeowncy]

If I weren't so nervous, I'd write this on Twitter or AO3, but you don't know how many times I've read and re-read your works. Without the slightest idea of names and events because I've never played any FF game. That doesn't stop me from enjoying reading your fics and enjoying your character. If you ever wrote a novel, I'd likely read that too.

I don't know - I just felt like sharing this. If it's not too late, I'd love it if you'd answer this. Other than Aedric & his snacks. (Which is really, really sweet in itself.) 51: What’s a nonverbal way they say I love you?

Hello anon, please don't be nervous - because I promise you I am even more of a nervous wreck! :) That being said, this is perhaps the most wonderful message I've ever received; I had no idea my writing for this ship breached containment out of the wolgraha/ffxiv tag, let alone that people were reading them that had no idea who or what a G'raha Tia or elezen even was. I woke up this morning to this anon and I almost started sobbing because it made me so happy. Thank you, truly and deeply. I don't even have the words for what this means to me. But perhaps I'll find some; be prepared for a long post!

I am, surprisingly, currently writing an original fantasy novel, and it means the world to me that folks would actually be interested in reading it. I never know if I should mention anything here on my fandom Tumblr about it, as I understand the novelist world at large sometimes looks down on fanfiction authors. But this anon made me realize I probably shouldn't dice myself up into tiny, palatable pieces in order to find respect in the writing community. So I'll talk about it here:

I'm writing a queer fantasy novel that has the tentative title of This Gift Illuminated. It's still in its early stages, and I have been going back and forth on if I'm going to self-publish or just host the story on my own website for people to read for free. For the very first time publicly, I'll share the synopsis:

The world is losing its magic.  For centuries, the human Kingdom of Meyra had one rule: those born with mageblood, known as the Gifted, must submit to the royal palace to further their study in the arcane arts. These days, mageblood is rare. So when Farin shows signs of being touched by magic, he's sent away to study in the capitol along with any other Gifted, as rare as they may be. He'd welcome this opportunity with open arms, especially since it means corresponding letters with a mysterious magics expert named Elias. The nation that had long given up on magic now has a new hope.  In the elf kingdom of Rime, Elias remains the only person stubbornly dedicated to the study of the arcane. Having lost the last of their magic decades ago, the elves have built a thriving nation with the ingenuity of technological marvels. Elias's many letters to the aging human mages of Meyra have been met with silence and dismissal - until one day his letters are answered by a newly appointed Gifted. Perhaps this Farin is the key to unlocking why both of their peoples have been losing touch with the arcane - as well as save the human kingdom before they suffer the same magic-bereft fate.  This Gift Illuminated is a tale of love and learning in a changing world.

Two scholars in different nations fall in love after exchanging letters for years. They are nerds. There are elves and magic, as this seems to be my wheelhouse, so I'm going to stay aboard the "awkward elf nerd and excitable wizard" train as long as I can. I may post more about this on my personal Tumblr @thewizardtower ! I'm thinking of sharing some of the prose, but I'm unsure. Who knows, I might be brave and share the prologue!

And, at last - your wolgraha prompt! Thank you for this.

51. What’s a nonverbal way they say I love you?

Aedric and G'raha both share the love language of touch. Oftentimes, they'll both be reading side-by-side. Even if they're reading separate books entirely, they'll still manage to sit close enough that their knees will brush, or their shoulders will lean against one another, or their spare fingers will interlace - silent, save for the turning of the occasional page, or the flickering of a candle's flame. Sometimes, they'll sit in each others laps wordlessly. Or lazily comb fingers through the other's hair. Sometimes, too, G'raha's tail will wrap around Aedric, and that is perhaps Aedric's favorite. The comforting physical presence of being near each other does wonders on their healing hearts after their many trials and near-death experiences. Just knowing that the other is here within touching distance - alive, whole - is perhaps the greatest healing spell in all of Etheirys.

[friendlyneighborhoodyanderenerd]

Precious Pet

Smut, Smut, Smut, let's make more smut! My last post sparked an idea with a potential part 2 so I'm writing it lol.

Minors DNI

TW: 18+, Dubcon/Noncon?, Smut, Forced feeding, Yandere behaviors and tendencies

Characters: General Feng Xin, General Mu Qing

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The room was dark, the only light that was from the light of the small candle next to the bed Mu Qing laid on. It has been weeks since what happened between him and Feng Xin at his temple. He had been, for the most part, stuck in this room in Feng Xins temple. Endearing an onslaught of attention, gifts and touches. This was one of those rare moments he was alone. No Feng Xin, none of his people, all alone in this dark room. Don’t get him wrong, he has tried numerous times to escape this room but couldn't. With every try, comes more and more “Attention” as the red general puts it. He was just so tired. He rolls over as the door opens. 

“Hey, I've brought food.”

Mu Qing shows no interest in Feng Xins food. In fact as of the last few weeks he has been ignoring him. He hoped that showing disinterest in the red general would make Feng Xin board of him and give up. The red general looks at him in silence for a moment before he sighs. 

“Mu Qing, my dear you need to eat”

Still no reply. Feng Xin has more patience than people may give him credit for, however, the blue general hasn't eaten for days, and Feng Xin was getting agitated with him. He puts the plate on a nearby table and goes to the closet. Rummaging through it, this action catches Mu Qings attention. He watches as he pulls out a box, an all too familiar box. Freaking out a bit he jumps up and off the bed towards the door, however the red general grabs him and pushes him onto the bed. Grabbing his wrist and tying him down onto the bed.

“You had the chance to eat on your own, now I'm going to feed you myself.”

“No! No, I'm sorry I'll eat!” 

He thrashes around as he is force fed. Feng Xin does his best to be gentle with him, it’s not his intention to harm him. He has his ways of getting the blue general to do as he needs, he loves him and just wants him to be obedient and let him take care of him. 

After feeding him he sits up, looking down at Mu Qing. If there was one thing Feng Xin liked, it was the sight of Mu Xin under him. Throughout the time he has kept him here he has learned a lot. Things like, Mu Qings mind will go to absolute mush if his chest was played with, he easily gets cock drunk, especially if the right spot was hit, don’t forget the praise kink. Just telling him he is a good boy will get him hard in moments. The more Feng Xin learns about the blue general, the more he can use against him.

He let a hand wander his body, stopping on his chest as he gently rubs his nipples through the thin shirt he wears. Leaning down, he licks a nipple, gaining a weak moan from the man. He had found a guilty pleasure in making the blue general feel so good he couldn't speak.

“S-Shit!”

Mu Qings voice squeaked. A mixture of pleasure and surprise tinted his voice. Mu Qing Attempted to buck up, However, the binds that held him to the bed kept him down firmly. A chuckle admitted from the red general. Finding his actions quite cute. Wanting nothing more than to make a mess out of the blue general. He continued to lap at his nipples.

"Fuck, your such a good boy for me. So cute and perfect."

The blue general blushed, A notable boat forming in his pants. His hand reached down. And fondled the man through his pants. The sounds that fell out from the blue generals lips were music to his ears. Slowly he pulls down his pants and pumps his dick. 

“Ah! F-Fuck”

He wines, whimpers and moans. Mu Qing can feel a knot build up in his stomach. Drool starts to fall from his mouth. His mind started to go to mush as the pleasure built up. 

“C-Cum! Wanna cum!”

“Then cum for me.” 

And that’s all it took. He let out all that pent up pleasure from the last few days. Feng Xin works him through his orgasm, allowing him to really bask in the afterglow of cuming. As he calms down, his body twitches. Once completely calmed down, he was picked up and taken to bathe. 

“I love you so much. I’ll make you feel so good you won’t want to leave.”

[beyondthetemples-ooc]

I really want to analyze some of the RP Character Bleed-over I have with my characters, so here's that analysis! Definitely doing a deep dive for Dove, gonna at least brush over Srentha and Leyla and Kary too, but I doubt I'll have the energy for Team Transition.

Dove's alone got Way Long, the HECK.

Dove

Emotional bleed: Dove and I handle our emotions in VASTLY different ways, though sometimes the pure response to certain things have overlap, like our reaction to the thought of war. Azarath has a lot of emotional overlap too; there's a reason Dove is Azarathean and that reason is that I wanted to write about it! I have fondness for the place, and writing about Dove (and Srentha and Raven and Alerina and Magena and Leyla) only deepened that.

Dove gets a lot more carried away by her fear than I do. Unless there's a Phobia Trigger involved. Even then Dove falls apart a little more than I let myself, she needs someone to cling to or she's just an absolute total mess emotionally, but the fear involved is pretty much the same for us. Come to think of it, especially comparing her when she's younger to myself when I was 14-18, we both have a lot of shame and embarrassment around it, too...

As for happiness, Dove's is usually a much more even-keel contentedness, and while that's my most blissful state, more often if I experience joy, it's a sharp spike of delight. Dove has capacity for that, but she's more likely to feel a gentler joy. Especially because she has to restrain hers and I'm trying to get more in touch and experience mine more. We're going completely opposite directions with that.

(Though we both do experience a deep satisfying joy when we're with our loved ones!)

Anger is interesting, because my anger is a very long, slow, cold burn. It's the focused and icy kind of rage. While mine is something you really have to work to earn, and Dove's is similarly a very rare thing, when you REALLY manage to make Dove angry, she gets a lot more fiery than I do. (Loud voice, disgusted snapping, dramatic gestures, etc.) We can both be motivated to take extreme measures by rage, but Dove is more likely to react out of emotion, while my reactions remain focused on practicality or accomplishing something with it. Dove's anger also burns out a lot faster than mine.

And then there's peace. I was going to say Dove gets a lot more of it than I do, but then I remembered I actually wrote her experiencing DDD, and there's not a moment of peace (that lasts more than a paragraph) in that entire story. Whoops.

Well, her childhood was certainly more peaceful, but in teenagerdom and beyond, we both had to Work to earn it.

We both find peace in solitude and meditation and being in natural areas. I find forests more peaceful than she does; that's a bleed for Kary actually, but Dove has Memories of Struggle associated with forests, and while she CAN relax once she's in a better place, if she's in a negative mindset the memories of struggle will creep up on her and make it a lot less peaceful. This is especially true after she's held captive as a prisoner of war in Something Special, and especially for That Specific Forest. It takes a long, long time for her to be able to be there peacefully again.

Perception bleed: How Dove experiences both empathy and her emotionally-heightened energies are VASTLY informed by my own experiences! The sensations of the energies coming alive especially. (I've been doing energy work for more than half my life, like 17 years at this point! I write her energies the way mine feel, though she feels them more viscerally than I do and I have a lot more "phantom shifts" and "astral shifts" associated with it. Mine are more nonphysical and thus Dove's have more bodily/tactile sensations.)

Both of our Ideal Worlds are peaceful, but Dove has a lot more wistfulness about Earth never being that way than I do. I used to be a lot more pacifistic as a child, and at my core I still am, but I'm also too much of an activist to let pacifism stop

Come to think of it, Dove is too, at least after DDD and TFJ, and she realizes she has to DO something about the bad things in the world. For her, becoming a hero is sort of penance for the murders in DDD. For me, activism is just about doing what's right because it's right and I want to help people.

I'm also a lot more determined and harder to shake than she is when faced with resistance. Dove learns not to hesitate, but she doesn't exactly feel the same Fulfillment I get from standing my ground.

I think that's an Emancipatory Bleed though: we both feel liberated by peace, and the most ourselves when we're calm and collected.

Other emancipatory bleed probably comes from overcoming our struggles as teenagers, and "freeing" our sense of self from the fear that we'll become what we don't want to be.

Other procedural bleed: I don't think there's a lot of this. Ironically, I'm way better at hiding my emotions than Dove is, generally speaking. Dove's body language is pretty expressive, even if it's reserved. I guess we have that in common, at least; unless I'm at a concert or doing choreography, my body motions and gestures are pretty reserved. I sometimes creep people out with how still I can stand. Dove also doesn't like to hold eye-contact much, especially as a teen-- sure, she's nervous, but the reason she Avoids Eye-Contact with Most People is because it can accidentally activate her telepathy! I have no such nerves or telepathy.

I'm already halfway to burning out so I'll stop with Dove there, but mostly the bleed into Dove is with Azarath, our loved ones, and the energies.

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Kary

Since I mentioned her before! There's actually not a lot of bleed at all into Kary; she's so different from me, usually polar opposite, that I have a hard time figuring out her reactions.

We both have the same calm, happy, peaceful emotional reaction to being in forests, we both love animals dearly, and Kary has my very strong sense of self and ethics. It doesn't align with my ethics much, but that sense of Fairness being important and feeling greatly betrayed when treated unfairly probably bled over from my own childhood.

Kary lies to herself a lot more than I do, though. Convincing herself something doesn't bother her, convincing herself she's not hurting (physically or emotionally), not admitting her feelings about someone else to herself unless they're Anger for a long time, etc.

Kary also has my trauma of being ostracized and bullied as a child, but while mine made me gentle and standoffish and deeply reserved, it made Kary sharp and ferocious. I defended myself by not caring; Kary defends herself by caring so much she stops it before it can happen.

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Srentha

He's fun! And because he's so fun and optimistic and charming, you can tell there's not a whoooole lot of bleed, perception-wise. There's that connection to Azarath again, but Srentha's connection is much more with its primal mystical forces than its people/philosophies. (Though he still adheres to those religiously!)

Srentha's love for his magic was definitely a LITTLE bit bleed-y, but his passion and dedication to it are very different from my passive casual approach. It's an important part of both our lives, though. It's definitely his main "emancipatory" angle; he feels the most himself and free and fulfilled when he's working magic, especially inventively or creatively, discovering something new. I'm just happy to do my old favorites.

Srentha's SUPER physically expressive; his eyes and mouth and head angle and arm placement and angle of leaning all speak volumes, and loudly. He's also super vocal and talkative; while I can ramble if you hit my hyperfixation chords just right (I mean, this certainly counts as a ramble, right?), Srentha is a lot easier to get on a tangent and keep talking.

He's way more emotional, too. And he's way more positive than me. (I have to work for it. He's basically positive out of personality and habit.) Most of his emotions are Happy or Peaceful, but if he's afraid or depressed, you'll Know it. Very different from me.

I do think I bled some of my love of study into him, even if it's on different subjects entirely (though I do enjoy studying magic or occult history/etc, it's not with the whole-hearted dedication Srentha ALWAYS throws into magical studies.) Srentha's curiosity is insatiable, sometimes to the point of annoying people. I can be curious given the right subject, but he's ALWAYS curious about EVERYTHING.

We also have the very same "career" goal, but that's a private affair and I'm not even sure how to talk about that. tl;dr RETIREMENT.

He has an ultimate goal to retire so he can do his magic, though. I mostly want to travel, write, and spend time with my friends and chosen family. We do both want to publish something someday, but Srentha wants to publish something about being the last pure-blooded Azarathean ever, sort of a "maybe their legacy can continue on Earth" sort of thing, and I just want to publish fiction.

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Leyla

I'm not sure what there is to bleed over into her, honestly. Connection to Azarath though neither of us have been there, maybe, and she also loves her magic. But Leyla's another one who's totally different from me. She's generally optimistic and while she seems very reserved on the surface, especially at first meeting, she opens up quickly and she can be every expressive when she has a chance/reason to express it.

She does have emet*phobia too, but she's both Much Harder to Trigger than me and Much Faster to Recover.

She's very studious! I forgot to mention that with Srentha actually; both he and Leyla love learning, which I do too. Leyla's is more any random facts; Srentha's is more magic, though he can get lost in a Wikipedia rabbit hole too given the chance; and I usually lean towards science or history or linguistics.

I have a much stronger sense of self and purpose than Leyla does. She doesn't doubt herself, but her identity is kinda more shifty, and she's never really sure what her Purpose is. Her mom is a hero and her dad has his magic, but her magic and powers aren't very strong, and while she does participate in heroing OCCASIONALLY, if it's not too dangerous, she can't really make her life on it.

She does love animals too, especially cats! But she's a lot less tolerant of the gross or otherwise unpleasant parts of pet ownership.

Oh, she's genderqueer! That's something that might've been bleed.

And she's very loyal, and she thrives when she feels the most at peace. (Though she does seek happiness moreso than peacefulness!)

Oh! Leyla's also very artistic. I used to be a lot more artsy, now I mostly just focus my creativity on writing, but Leyla looooves hands-on crafts and fashion.

That's about all my brain is providing and I'm tired so I'm running out of words, but I think that's a pretty good overview.

[anteomnia]

joy.

when my cat leans into forehead kisses

when it rains, and my foxglove's blooms look brighter

when writing comes easy

when i create something new

when someone i talk to mirrors my enthusiasm

when i forget how late it is, and the sky turns soft purple before dawn

when my cat lays on my work clothes (like she hates when i leave)

when a mistake works out in my favor

when my nieces or nephew have to show me something

when i'm trying to be forgotten and someone won't let me

when someone i love is happy

when someone i don't know becomes someone i love

when i overcome the depression

when i push myself too far physically

when i feel alive

when it rains

when i can sit in the rain, when it is cold, when it is a little like being alone and being surrounded with life at the same time

when i make plans for the future (i rarely finish them)

when i finish a plan i've made for the future

when i forget something i've ordered for myself and it's like receiving a gift from myself

when my cat greets me with chirps

when my cat curls her tail around my leg as she rubs against me

when someone looks me in the eye as i'm talking

when someone smiles at what i've said

when a breeze feels like a kiss, caress, or hello

when nature feels like an entity i can talk to

when i remember how much time i have in front of me, and for once, it doesn't feel like it'll smother me

when a song is so good that i replay it

when someone i used to know is doing well, even if i can't share in their joy

when writing something small to satiate a thought turns into something longer, something poetic, or something powerful

when i try something new and like it

when i try something new and don't like it

when i find something pretty and get to take it home

when the clothes i picked out feel good on me

when someone says my name out loud

when my sister and i get along

when a good song is longer than 3 minutes

when my cat flops on her side (and when she needs/trusts me to catch her)

when things work out

when the bathroom soap smells good

when i take a hot shower with sore muscles and i feel the soreness fading

when i touch something and it feels nice, like satin or soft blankets

when mashed potatoes are smooth and creamy

when grapes are crisp and juicy

when the aesthetic is celestial or nature based

when someone perceives me nicely

when the notebook's pages are numbered

when i get distracted by the visuals of a video game

when nasa posts updated pictures of black holes, galaxies, and the universe

when an artist paints something they love and everyone loves it too

when my keyboard lights up

when my cat purrs after i've called her my sleepy girl

when someone tells me i've done something nice/helpful

when it's a dark shade of green

when i dm for my dnd party and they like an npc

when i get to use my mini sword to open an envelope

when i clean my room and still have time left in the day

when my bathroom is clean

when i'm at work and a patient likes me (i work for a vet clinic)

when i am not done listing, when i have more things, an infinite amount of things, so many more whens than i ever thought i had.

[fuckthisshxt]

Honestly I'm really struggling. I guess that's normal and to be expected considering what exactly happened but esp considering I've been thru stuff like this multiple times since I was young my brain wants to just jump to "yeah okay that happened. life happens. now continue on and get on with life" which I feel like a shitty person even typing that out but if I don't write it or smthn (cause I have literally no one safe/appropriate to say it to) but I don't want to be a shitty person that doesn't care about stuff like this I do care so much but also im hyperaware of the fact that I have to be the stong person and try to step up as much as i can even tho im really struggling too. But like however much I'm struggling I have to hide it and try to find rare times during the day where I'm alone and the boys won't notice if I'm thinking about tough stuff to even attempt to let myself actually think in detail about what happened because I mean its his mom not mine she wasn't even legally my mil but i called her that cause thats basically what she was legal paper or not I helped care for her the past 3 years. I cut her hair and I helped her when she had shingles and I was always happy to try to use what little we had to make as good of each meal as I could for her and I tried often to ask her how she'd prefer stuff in the future and I always tried to make sure we had like gravy or something when dinner included smthn she would get choked on cause the gravy helped it not stick in her throat. And I know she loved when I was able to make her cobblers. She wasn't personally MY mom but she was a nice woman and I'm happy I met her and got to spend what time I could with her.

I don't have anyone that I can talk to about this. I don't have that kind of relationship with my mom or sister. I don't have any friends, not really. I can't talk to him about it cause 1) obv he's hurting way worse than me and 2) he doesn't want to talk about it and bringing it up only makes things worse and makes him start crying again.

She fell the same day I made a call trying to get in touch with a therapist to see about maybe trying once a month sessions. She seems to have her own business as a therapist and her voicemail said to leave a message and I did and she still hasn't called back. I desperately hope she does. From what I could find about her online, she's queer and seems really cool and I desperately need another adult human to speak to esp a professional who also understands being queer and all the struggles that come with it.

Idk I just needed to type a little bit of this stit out

[second-wife-playbook]

The care of the altar was to be Coronis's primary duty during her stay...aside from helping Mili (the good wife and hostess) and Mox with the linens. Coronis spent so much time at the loom and needle that other ladies joked she had sewn her feet to the floor just to stay there. So in the mornings, after mending, weaving, and helping hang laundry, she was determined to provide a humble offering to the altar until she inevitably had to leave it.

But the very next day, when she came down with apples, new flowers and fresh water, she saw something else. A strange flower and locket, and the smudged beginnings of some writing.

"Ah-" She tried to decipher it. The charcoal from the base of the raft that formed the altar had drawn it, but in their haste, the writing had smudged, making it difficult. Was it an Ea? Aea? "Alas-" But it was no use. "Oh blast it."

Nonetheless, she was curious. Had another pilgrim or a passing figure found the altar too? Her heart leapt with the hope that a survivor from the ship made its way to the island.

When she brought the strange flower to her nose, it had a salty sweetness that almost made her dizzy. The locket on the other hand was...stranger. There had been lockets of glass in Athens. For holding locks of hair belonging to loved ones, alive or dead, or perhaps containing a preserved insect. But the glass in this one looked green, and frosted, the silverworking around it even finer than what she'd seen in the palaces of Athens.

Though it was risky to take anything from an altar, she brought it to Mili and Mox to ask if they'd left it there.

Mox took a look at the flower. "That's sharkglove." He declared, even taking a sniff. "Phew! Yup. That's sharkglove alright. You usually don't find this unless it's washed up and half rotten on shore. It takes a master swimmer to pick any of these."

"What is it?"

"Deepsea plant. It belongs to the seafolk." Mox handed it back. "I imagine the seaglass necklace came from there too. Your nereid is hearing you."

Coronis felt a surge of delight. She had prayed many times, and given many offerings over the years. Rarely had a god or goddess ever answered.

"How do you know all this?"

"Eh. It happens when you become a specialist in goods from all around." Mox said proudly. "I've seen a few sorcerers who can get fresh sharkglove for spells and perfumes and things. Apparently it lures sea serpents like nothing else."

Okay, maybe Coronis should keep this inland for the sake of keeping sea serpents away.

______

Coronis put on the seaglass necklace. It was impossible not to keep the sharkglove, purely for the aroma alone, so Mili was letting it dry, and urged her to keep the dried petals in the locket once it was ready. Something to remind her of the nereid's protection, and something Coronis could dedicate to a proper altar in her room when she returned home.

All the same, she begged Mili for something extra special to leave for the altar the next day. If the nereid was friendly, perhaps she wouldn't object to seeing her face to face after all. Mili was a generous hostess, and spared honeycakes and a bottle of wine, both of which Coronis carried to the beach.

There was no sea daughter waiting. But Coronis prayed nonetheless "Gracious Nereid. Thank you for your gifts. I pray my own will suffice in expressing my gratitude and obeisance to you. I lay myself at your-" She paused. She almost said feet, but that seemed a touch insensitive. "-....tail."

The cakes were wrapped to keep the pests away, and the wine corked in a tall clay vessel. Coronis sat by the altar in the sand, listening to the cry of gulls above and waited....

And waited....

The Siren Call: Little Mermaid AU

@the-only-noonstar

The journey had been planned as a small getaway. A trip to visit her ailing grandfather in the nearby archipelago. Forneas was aging fast, and his wits had gone, so Coronis was sent to soothe him for a few months before she was to return home to Athens. Her grandfather lived in the Aegean Sea, on a island meant for leisure and health.

The trip was thwarted by a heavy storm that blew it far off course. Coronis had been made seasick and forced below deck with a swimming head and a nauseous stomach. She was mostly asleep when the ship sunk.

Though the captain was well seasoned and worth his salt, and the crew all able-bodied men with many voyages...something lured them off course. And the rocks that laid in wait under the surf cracked the ship open like a oyster, sending its inhabitants screaming to the depths.

When Coronis woke, her cabin was half submerged, her clothes soaked through. She barely managed to paddle to the open door, but the water poured in and she felt herself beginning to sink.

A dark sky hung above. She tried to hold her breath, but her fear seized her, made her limbs to lead. Am I going to die? She thought in a fit of terror, feeling the cold water pressing in hard, the salt trying to force its way in. Is...is this really the end for me?

She tried to swim. But her arms might as well have belonged to a lame duck. Coronis held her breath as long as she could, but a single gasp filled her mouth with seawater and she felt her vision grow spotty.

Poseidon, Hades, Artemis....She made a frantic prayer with her last conscious thought. I beg....forgiveness. Guide me to asphodel meadows...grant me peace-

It all turned dark.

[87stardust]

Raivis’s side of the story.

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Eduard:It's beautiful.

I wonder when it was.Eduard said this while touching the white petals of the flower. When was that?

It may have been a meaningless comment to him, but I remember it well.

Summer has come again this year, and white marguerites are blooming all over the my garden. I took a breath while I was watering.

My rather large straw hat falls down to cover my face, and sweat drips down my chin as I breathe in the still, steamy air.

A few weeks ago, I left a voicemail message for Eduard. In the meantime, he has not responded. We haven't seen each other at all, so I don't know if he's busy or not.

Raivis:That ...... has bloomed a lot this year. If you want, you can come and visit.

It had become an annual promise that I would contact him every year in early summer to let him know that the flowers had bloomed.

Marguerites are not that rare. If you go to a flower shop, there are so many to choose from.

I just need an excuse.

Without an excuse, I don't know what to talk about with Eduard. When I try to talk to him, it is brief and only about business. It's over quickly. We have no common interests, things get awkward, and the air becomes contagious.

In the end, it all flows vaguely and ends in silence.

I am not able to naturally get the conversation going like Toris and everyone else.

Well, this is not only for Eduard.

I am used to being alone all the time, so I have become "good at playing alone".

How do I appear to others?

Do they think I am a lonely person?

It is true that I sometimes feel lonely, but there is a part of me that is convinced that this is okay.

Forcing myself to be in other people's circle is exhausting.

Of course, if it's a business, there are some aspects that can't be helped.

I am not interested in the issues in the people I don't even enjoy talking to, so I just listen to what they have to say and make conversation as appropriate. Then, at the end of the conversation, I force the corners of my mouth to twitch up in an affectionate smile.

I don't want to do that kind of thing in private.

But I've never done such a bothersome thing, so I have to do such a roundabout thing.

It's a curse that I can't honestly say, "I miss you.

It was a long time ago that I took it for granted that Eduard and I were always by each other's side.

Eduard is smart, quick-witted, light on his feet, and can get along with anyone. The complete opposite of me. I thought I was special, but it seems I was the only one who thought so.

Still, if I called him (well, suddenly!), he would come to me. They always came, so today, I'm cutting off the wilting flowers in the beauty one by one with scissors and holding faint hopes in my heart.

I can talk about flowers as much as I want.

I like them to begin with, but I read a lot of books to keep the conversation going, and I am accumulating knowledge. The Midsummer Festival is coming up soon, and I have a wealth of topics in common with Eduard at this time of year.

Let's make a crown of marguerite flowers, go back only to each other's memories when it was natural to be by each other's side, and immerse ourselves together in beautified memories.

But I don't mind if we don't continue our conversation, or if everything ends up being silent in the end.

The white flowers blooming in the garden are my alter ego, the lovely ones I have tended every day without fail.

I want them to notice me, but I don't want them to notice me. I have no choice but to grow tall as much as I can, while holding a contradiction in my feelings.

If Eduard gently caresses and loves them again this year, just as if he were soothing them with him fingertips, then I and these children will be rewarded just for that.

end.

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I translated a novel I wrote.

I always write stories like this.