#current!Bri

[couthbbg]

yes I will need 3-5 business days to recover from this . don’t text

[eddiemelrose]

Current Fanfic Ideas

The stuff I currently want to write. There's no guarantees though.

Last updated: 27 Oct 2024

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Spokane: Eddie's POV

Exactly what it says on the tin.

Sydney and Eddie therapy session post TRC (but pre-epilogue)

Essentially Sydney making sure Eddie didn't become Adrian's guardian because of lingering guilt over 'failing' them.

HATHAZUR

Currently drafting a fic about them. Janine cut a Sydney-esque deal with him and it's time for her to leave... but Abe doesn't want her to.

The birth of Basil Dragomir.

I started writing this but I think I'll go back for a rewrite.

Sydrian oneshot that I can't plot out until I read TRC.

All I'll say is that it involves Olive surviving childbirth.

Reeducation post series.

I had an idea of Zoe ending up in reeducation a good few years after the end of the series. Idk how the story would go yet.

The Spirit Dream Team.

One day I will write my next gen fic properly, and it will centre around said dream team - Maddy, Matthias and Clay.

Zoe Sage discovering Sydney's relationship.

I feel compelled to write this. I am a Zoe Sage apologist.

Rose and Lissa becoming "inseparable"

That paragraph about how Rose and Lissa became friends. I want to make it a full fic.

[moonsidesong]

just played a game in splatoon 1 where someone uselessly threw an inkstrike directly on the enemy spawn point... sigh.. some things never change huh<3

[pleasetakethis]

so I'm listening to The Office in the background for the nth time, as one who uses it as a comfort show does, and in 5x12, Dwight asks Michael what name he'll use (they're scoping out a rival paper company) and Michael replies with Michael Scarn...

This time, for whatever reason, it hit me: the world is missing an epic Michael Scarn/Burt Macklin crossover fic. They are both BAMF action hero himbo alter egos, both from campy mockumentary style shows, both as oblivious as they are smart, one FBI, one secret agent...

Me to my brain:

[paradigmsofbrittaperry]

hi bri it's tommy! hope you've been doing well :)

omg hiiii <3 love the blog rebrand!!

I'll prolly make a lil life update post because oh boy it's been a wild ride. but overall good things!! in a good place now with a fun little job running the social media channels of a local ghost tour, dating one of my best friends, having a good time

[haematicspectre]

Tagged by @deankarolina my beloved 🥰💞

RULES: Spell your url with song titles and then tag as many people as there are letters 🎶

Hear Me Out - EXO

ARMY OF ME - In This Moment

Eat The Acid - Kesha

MELANCOLÍA - Hello Seahorse!

Anywhere - ONEW

Time Difference - INFINITE

Insomnia - SHINee

Cà Phé - MIN

Sedated - Hozier

Put It To Rest - Carly Rae Jepsen

Exclusiva - IZA

Crumbs - Rebecca Black

TAXI - JO YURI

Red Wine - Megan Thee Stallion

everywhere nowhere - Ayumi Hamasaki

Tagging some of my beloved mutuals if you want 💞💗💖

@mxxnlightviolet @saviourfinn @hiddenramen @psulphuratus @variouspositions1984 @sixayes @i-dont-speak-indian @runetech @etrosgate @strangesmallbard @ladyalayne

[brie-draws]

OC xmas pic!! ft Yukio, Nozomu, Eiichi, and Ai!! If Yukio ever released a Christmas album I know none of those songs would even be holiday themed only the CD xoxo

[deanncastiel]

today i learned once again that fanfic writers are sometimes - nay often - 100x better than published authors

[eddiemelrose]

i am so invested in writing spokane: eddie's pov and making it perfect and what's funny is that i don't even know how long it will be. it's currently around 1.9k words but i have no idea how much it will be in the end. i'm currently writing the middle portion of it too which doesn't help that assessment lol. i have an idea to split it into three parts but that depends on how long it actually ends up being - it might just be a oneshot.

[moonsidesong]

i know i just sung a lot of praise about ibis paint in my last post but also looking back its hilarious that babby bri thought it was the best program ever despite not even having the ability to zoom in and rotate the canvas at the same time

[pleasetakethis]

Feeling Good

Written for the 2023 Marvel Femslash Drabble Exchange. I think these two are just neat. XD Aroace Yelena in the background because why not?

Pairing: Kate Bishop/Michelle Jones Rating: Gen Word Count: 900 words Tags: Getting Together, First Dates, First Kiss, Triple Drabble, Drabble Sequence, Fluff

Summary: Kate slips the barista her number on the back of her receipt and she's pleasantly surprised when the decision works out in her favor.

Read @ AO3

[aladdin-the-simmer]

Sunny Day 2 (37 Items)

A trendy streetwear late-summer collection for both men and women sims!

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Currently available for Golden Tier on my Patreon Public release: 28/Aug

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 Update 17/8/2024

Yasmeen Top Overlay: is now working with nails Yasmeen Top: Fixed shoulder weight and some UV 1 issues Nada Skirt: some UV 1 fixes Miranda Jeans: some UV 1 fixes and updated Swatches 27 & 28 Bri Jeans V1 & V2: fixed waist and some UV 1 issues Ali Cardigan: fixed chest gaps and weight

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 Update 28/8/2024

Kenneth Gilet: fixed thumbnail overlay

[paradigmsofbrittaperry]

I be getting mad at sitcom couples for taking three seasons to get together as if I’m not currently living out the world’s most frustrating four year long slow burn that might not even end with us ever getting together

[miss-writes-a-lot]

WIP Wednesday is back and here's the latest one:

Viola Pizzelle, by all accounts, was a girl who did her damnedest to not cause issues.

Being that even her birth caused a cavalcade of problems, she wanted to do her best to make life a little less shit for her and those who were unfortunately forced to be around her. So she did her best to be almost invisible. She did what she was told at home, kept mostly to herself at school, never talked about herself, never let any of the strange feelings she had out, and never tried to step too far outside the protective bubble she had carefully constructed over the last sixteen years.

It was always a Sisphyean task; no matter what she did or didn't do, said or didn't say, she was always at the center of every conflict in her household. Whether it be she snuck off of her delivery route to go to school or she was the scapegoat to one of her older siblings’ schemes, she couldn't seem to stay out of trouble. It seemed she had been doomed to be a permanent nuisance in everyone else's story –including her own– until the day she died.

And then she did.

[libbyfandom]

Drunk Modern!Mizu with a Breeding Kink

(((Yup. I don't know what to title this short fic other than that. I let the demons win.)))

(((This turned out to have a bit of spice, a bit of fluff, a bit of my sense of humor. I will say it doesn't get smutty smutty but Mizu sure has a mouth on her. And she's determined.)))

You’re shooing Taigen and Akemi out of your apartment with a tipsy giggle at 2 am. Akemi turns and squeezes you in a warm hug. “Good night, doll! See you later!”

Taigen flashes you a peace sign before Akemi leads him, swaying and all, toward their Uber to take them away.

You watch them climb inside the car before closing the door and locking up for the night. You head into the kitchen, picking up the last of the beer bottles and tossing them in the trash.

You head into the living room where you last left Mizu, only to find her sprawled out on the floor with an arm thrown across her eyes. There’s a pink flush across the middle of her face.

“Too much whiskey, sweetheart?” you chuckle as you approach her.

“Fucking Taigen,” she mumbled, trying to angrily growl but it just sounds slurred and tired. “Fucking…drinking contest.”

You crawl over her, sitting on her hips. You do have to move carefully though, you’re just a wee bit unsteady from the amount of alcohol in your own system. “You could’ve just said no,” you hum.

Mizu remains silent. She’s probably telling herself she won’t grace your soft snark with an answer, but it’s actually cause she really doesn’t have a comeback for that.

Her arm lifts slightly higher, and she squints down at you. Her eyes drift to where you’re sitting atop her hips. Her legs shift under you.

She’s… really staring intensely at how you’re sitting on her.

You start to lift yourself up on your knees. “You good? Does it hurt?”

Mizu frowns as your weight leaves her. “No,” she says, and grabs your hips to pull you back down. “...It’s nothing.”

But you know that look. She gets it every time Taigen got under her skin about something.

“Nothing? Like a “just thinking” nothing or a “Taigen pissed in your metaphorical thinking cereal” nothing?”

Mizu’s nose scrunches up in disgust. “What?”

You press your hands to Mizu’s chest, bouncing a little for emphasis. “What. Did. He. Saaaaay?”

Your tone and actions were meant to be lighthearted, but something flashes in Mizu’s eyes when you bounce yourself on her hips. Her eyes flash back down to where you’re sitting. Her hands instinctively grab your hips to still your movement. The pink flush across her cheeks and nose seem to darken. “Fuck,” slips out from between her lips. She shakes her head. “S’ just being stupid and gross.”

You noted that little change in her voice. “Like what?”

Her thumbs run over the jut of your hips. “Some girl he hooked up with. Talking about how she had an IUD and let him cum inside.”

You sigh, “Jesus Christ, of course.”

“He’s gross.”

She keeps shifting her hips under you. “Are you sure you don’t need me to get up-?” You start lifting yourself again.

“Stop moving,” she says, and the flush on her cheeks doesn’t die down. She tries to look annoyed, but you can tell the minuscule differences in her expressions. That’s a pout more than a scowl.

You laugh breathlessly. “What’s got you so worked up?” You tap her totally not pouting lip.

She grunts, grumbling a little as her hands massage where they’re gripping your hips.

“Don’t be all huffy with me. Tell me,” you coax with a grin, your own tipsy flush complimenting your wide smile.

She rolls her head back against the carpet and is silent for a minute.

The amount of whiskey currently killing her liver is the only reason her inhibitions are loose enough to say it.

She mumbles something.

“Mizu-“

“I wanna do that.”

Your eyebrows raise into your hairline, lips parting with surprise. You need to clarify just in case you're misunderstanding. “You want to-?”

“I want to cum inside you.”

The raspiness of her voice is even grittier from the whiskey.

Holy shit.

Her irises are darker than normal, the bright blue having more the tint of stormy waters.

And whether it’s the liquid courage or Mizu’s determination to barrel through things to push through her fears, she keeps going.

Her hands are heavy as the slide up your sides. “I want to have something that I can slip inside you-“

Your heart is pounding harder in your chest from her words, her actions, the heat of her frustrated gaze. “You have several strap ons-“ you joke, but your voice is weak and airy.

“I want to feel you from the inside.” She makes a frustrated grunt, “I don’t want plastic. I want to feel you wrapped around something other than my fingers. I want to stretch you out-“

Her palms dig into your stomach. Her blue eyes flick up and meet yours, and you almost fall back away from her with how much unfiltered desire is in them. Her own breath is shallow, you can see how silently but rapidly her chest is rising and falling.

“I want there to be risk that I forget to pull out.”

Holy shIT-

“Mizu-MIZU-!”

Her hips bucked, throwing you higher up her waist with her strength. Your hands fly out to catch yourself, and your fingers hit her shoulders as she’s suddenly sitting up, face inches from yours. She’s supporting your weight in this position, hands and feet flat on the floor as you’re the unsteady one in so many ways. She looks irritated, like when she can’t bend something to her will no matter how much work she pours into it. But she also looks slightly mournful. Genuinely upset.

And very, VERY drunk.

She looks up at you with furrowed eyebrows. “I wanna see it dripping out.”

You gasp loudly as her teeth snap into your neck. It’s not a love bite, it’s possessive. It’s stinging.

But Mizu, being the complex and non one-note person she is, does let go and licks at the reddened skin in apology. “I want to leave myself behind. Inside you.” She nuzzles her nose below your ear, huffing.

Your brain is just on lag, taking several moments to catch up with each of her revealed desires. “And…” you swallow the saliva pooling in your mouth. “And if you got me knocked up on accident?”

Her arms squeeze tightly around you, burying her face in your shoulder. She’s silent for a heart pounding moment, you can actually FEEL her heart pounding with yours.

Her lips drag along the skin behind your ear. Her voice is low, dark. “Wouldn’t be an accident.”

Someone needs to take whiskey away from this woman. Or give it to her more. You’ll decide if you survive this encounter.

“Mizu-“ you don’t even know how to finish that sentence. You’re just… you don’t even know. You think you hear a faint ringing in your ears.

Her left hand dig into your side, gripping the fabric of your shirt. “Would you keep it?” she asks so softly.

“I-“ your brain is still on that fucking LAG.

Her breathing is slow, shuddering against your ear. “I wouldn’t make you, if you didn’t want to-“ she sounds so pained to say it your heart squeezes. You actually forget for a moment that that’s never gonna be an issue for you two.

Her grip on your shirt relaxes, before curling the fabric between her fingers tighter, clinging to you. “I’d just… beg for you to think about it,” she makes a wounded sound.

You swallow again, throat clicking. You’re becoming aware of a heat low in your abdomen growing warmer and warmer.

She holds you tighter against her, and her hips start rhythmically rolling up against yours like she’s mimicking how far she’d push inside to get what she wants. She’d work so hard for it, putting in all her time and energy and her unwavering determination-

“It’s selfish,” she’s murmuring against your skin, warm lips having traveling down to your neck. “But I’m selfish. I want it. I want it so much. I want to know there’s a little us-“ one hand goes between your bodies, fingertips pressed up under your naval like she’s obsessed. Her voice is strained. “I want to know it’s inside you. They’re inside you. I want to know they’re safe and warm. You’d keep them so warm. You’re always warm-“

You have never, in your life, ever heard Mizu babbling like this.

SHE’S STILL ROLLING HER HIPS UNDER YOU.

You finally grab her face with both hands in a rare moment of clarity to still her, forcing her head up to look at you in this haze of body heat radiating from her, from you, radiating everywhere between your bodies.

“Baby.”

Her head lolls back, looking up at you and oh my god. She is just gone. Her red cheek flush has spread to her whole face. Her lips are wet and parted, breath now audibly heavy. Her eyes, her eyes, her gorgeous blue eyes are now a storm. A dark, hot storm.

“Let me put a baby in you, dove,” her voice is strangled, slurred worse than you’ve ever heard as her half lidded eyes gaze at you.

Jesus, she’s bringing out the rare pet nickname she’s so desperate.

And just when you think Mizu is done shocking your system with this new side of her, her expression crumbles into the saddest thing you’ve ever seen.

“Please?”

She’s pleading.

What the fuck was in her whiskey?!

“I’ll-I’ll take care of the two of you. Keep you safe. Just let me- just let me-“ she lifts her hips up under you again, as if trying to tempt you into it. She hiccups. “Just spread your legs and I’ll do all the work.”

With strength she should not have while she’s absolutely smashed, she lunges forward, shoving you to the carpet with your legs spread around her waist. Her hot breath fans over your face, tinted with whiskey. She wets her lips. “Have my baby. Say yes.” Her hips press down into yours again. She whispers your name.

You’re tempted to say yes, despite still being sober enough to remember the logistics of this. She makes a very persuasive case. And it’s not just cause she’s grinding into you like she’s warming up to do it.

"Say yes..."

Click!

You both slowly look up (you more tilting your head back) as the front door opens and Mizu’s roommate Ringo comes in. He freezes in the doorway, seeing Mizu crouched over you in a very interesting position with your legs still spread by her thighs.

She scowls at him. “You said you weren’t coming back tonight!” She sways over you.

Ringo blinks. “Mom has Bingo in the morning,” he says innocently. “… did something happen?”

“She’s pregnant,” Mizu hiccups, before passing out atop you without warning, shoving a strangled noise out of your chest as you yell for Ringo’s help.

“Oh? Congratulations!”

“….Wait…?”

“RINGO HELP!”

In the morning, Mizu drags herself into the living room looking like she was just brought back from the dead, face drained of color and eyes squinting at the light behind her tinted glasses.

“Hi baby,” you greet her softly, cautiously as you watch her head to the kitchen, aiming for the coffee pot.

“Hi,” she groans. “I’m never fucking doing a drinking contest with that bastard again.”

You nod, “That sounds good."

You pause, "Do you remember anything from last night?”

She shrugs as she passes you. “Barely.” She disappears into the kitchen.

“Oh,” you turn toward her retreating back, propping your chin in your hand as you lean against the back of the couch. You wait until she’s out of sight to oh so innocent call out “I wanted to ask about how you were begging to impregnate me.”

Several loud crashes in the kitchen.