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hey i got this weird passage at the end of my date with avery has anyone else gotten this???
#original post#tentacle writes#avery#avery the businessperson#avery the businesswoman#disclaimer this isn't real lol i wrote this. as evidenced by my putting this in my writing tag and not my citations tag#also this is a d/sco elys/um ass skill check failure dol doesnt really have those#degrees of lewdity game#degrees of lewdity#dol game#avery dol#dol
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Every day we get closer to the last book in the Vicious trilogy and I swear that keeps me fucking alive
#WHERE MY VICTOR VALE PPL AT#I love vicious actually it’s my fave ve Schwab book#’but threefuckencrows this isn’t why I follow you where’s the destiel/tma/tsc insanity we know and love’ shut up#also whoever says anything else she’s written is better WRONG#The thing about me is that I’m an artist#surprise! but yes I sketch and paint and stuff and not to brag but I’m not horrible at it sometimes#but this means I see art EVERYWHERE and you know what’s an art form? WRITING#Why do I put everything in tags I’ll just make a post stay tuned for the hot takes#ve schwab#vicious#vicious trilogy#Victor vale#eli ever
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"Shizun?!?" Hey, dashixiong, isn't that a bit too shocked? Poor Binghe is feeling a bit underappreciated here....
That's a Shen Yuan ass narration if I've ever read one, but also it's funny, no?
#svsss#luo binghe#eli's writing tag#ive been hitting delete on every thing i try to post w actual commentary but NOT THIS TIME#im gonna be vrave!!#im gonna push the post button!#any second now......
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heads up seven up
thanks @megarywrites for the tag!
and guess what? new Fear Me content out of left field!!! bet nobody saw that coming
Kirsta is standing beside me on the deck when I look around, even though I never saw her come up. She leans against the railing, watching our fate approach with an unreadable expression, the wind playing at the fine pieces of hair that don’t stay in her braid. The sun brings out the green in her eyes, not at all the green of the sea but something warm and alive, like new leaves in spring. I sidestep closer, rest my elbows on the rail beside hers. It’s not as if I’m never going to see her again, but I know somehow that after today it will never be the same between us. And for a terrible moment I am glad for it, I must confess—not that you were stolen from me, but that we were apart so I could have this time, so that I could have them for myself, all to myself. That I have been a me and not an us. But that’s a secret I’ll try to keep from you.
(no pressure) tagging @thesunwrites @goldfinchwrites @klywrites @jamieanovels @idontwantrobyntodie
@jules-m-scribbles and @fayeiswriting
#my writing#starlightwip#on a whim I switched everything to second person address to Eli and immediately knew it was the right choice#asdfghjkl they make me insane#swinging back into making real progress on this wip. I think. I hope#(pretty sure the rules of this one are just to post seven lines from a wip? and tag seven people. if anyone's unfamiliar)#idk I always shoot for seven sentences#this time I cheated I think there are eight
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MINOR SEASON 6 EPISODE 4 SPOILERS BELOW CUT !!
Me being completely normal about Demetri and Eli’s fight for the flag. Me being completely normal about the “How do you like it, huh?!” line. Me being COMPLETELY NORMAL—
#THAT LINE KILLED ME#I have many thoughts about the whole Part One but am refraining from talking about them all in the tags#THAT PART SPECIFICALLY OF THAT EPISODE IS PLAYING ON REPEAT IN MY BRAIN#also I don’t like how they kinda just glossed over that 😞😞#waiter waiter!! more angst please!!#here’s to hoping the writing’s good in Parts Two and Three !!!#ck spoilers#cobra kai spoilers#cobra kai season 6#cobra kai#ck#IM TWEAKING OUT ABOUT THEM GIVE ME MORE CONTENT NEOWWWWW!!!!!!!!#demetri alexopoulos#eli hawk moskowitz
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Poly-techhic -4: A Little Lunch and Seltzer AU
So, when I wrote Chapter 4.5, I saw how Olivia teased Susanna and thought "Hey, good idea, character that I write! Let's write that!" So, in this alternate universe version of chapter 4, Susanna is the one who gets the hiccups during their date instead of Kiran. I've also written it twice, once from Kiran's perspective and once from Susanna's. I'll see if I can sorta get both on one post via reblog, but if not I'll double up like I did with the shower story.
The Kiran chapter's first few paragraphs are retreads of part of Chapter 4 to set the scene, so I'll put those in a different color if anyone wants to skip to the new stuff.
Last ramble: This is the last bit of Poly-Techhic I've written so far. That doesn't necessarily mean there won't be more, and it certainly doesn't mean there won't be more hiccup stuff in the future, but my muse is on its contractual lunch break, so I can't say when.
Character Sheet
TW: Anxiety, Painful hiccups, menstruation (mentioned) Kinks: Hiccups, Embarrassment
Susanna and I had just arrived for our date at the French restaurant whose name neither of us could pronounce. The man in the tuxedo looked past me at Susanna as she entered. "We don't wear hoods in this establishment, sir."
"M-ma'am!" I corrected him, blushing.
"It's cool, Kiran," Susanna pulled her hood down and I saw that, rather than laying flat or being mussed like it usually was, her hair looked like it had been styled with gel or spray, a perfect gently punkish messy spikiness to it. As Susanna unzipped her hoodie, I saw that she was wearing a white button-up shirt underneath, the arms cuffed past her elbows in an imitation of short sleeves, and the bottom tucked into her khakis and strapped down with a leather belt. Oh god, she looked so dapper. How was I supposed to cope? "I don't mind what people call me, and I figu—uh..." She'd started tying her hoodie around her waist when the maître d' took it from her and hung it up on a coat rack instead alongside mostly suit jackets. "Uh...yeah. Okay. That works."
The tuxedoed man sniffed and turned. "This way, ma'am and ma'am." He showed us to a small table and placed a set of black leather-bound menus in front of us. "I'll need to see ID if you intend to drink."
"Nah, I'm good. I'll just take water."
"Hmph." He took a note.
The idea of asking for soda in an establishment like this made my stomach ache. I was glad that I had at least managed to eat a little lunch; the idea of that ache making any noise made me feel even more ill. "I-I'll take water as well, please!" The maître d' made a noise I didn't know how to interpret and walked away. Susanna rolled her eyes as he left, and that helped me calm down a little.
For a while, the two of us chatted about the restaurant's (stuffy) atmosphere and its (expensive) appetizers, but it wasn't long before we were interrupted by someone who was, thankfully, not the maître d', and who placed a wine glass of water in front of each of us. "Uh, thanks man," Susanna said. He nodded without saying anything and walked off quickly. "Is this...classy?" She picked up her glass and tilted it around.
"I...suppose? I'll be honest, rules of etiquette were never something I was able to keep track of very well."
"Pff. My god, poor etiquette? You bad girl, you." I could feel myself blushing under her smile. "Well, whether it's classy or not, it'd be weird not to clink these." She held her glass out and I picked up my own and tapped it against hers before I took a sip. I was a bit surprised to realize that it was seltzer, but I supposed that would explain why even the water on the menu had a price.
When I looked back at Susanna, she was swirling the water in her glass and sniffing at it. "Ahh, essence of tap. Hydrogen and...notes of oxygen I presume?"
I stifled a small giggle as she took a sip. "Why yes, with a surprising hint of carbon di—" Before I could finish speaking, Susanna choked and started coughing, putting the glass down as quickly as she could. "—o-oxide? Susanna, are you okay?"
"Yeah—k-kuh, yeah Kiran, I'm fi–*eek!*" A tiny, high-pitched noise forced itself out of her and her eyes went wide. Her face was unbelievably red and she slapped both hands over her mouth. After a split second, she sucked in a breath of air and held it, shutting her eyes tight.
"Susanna?" She opened her eyes and nodded at me, then rocked back silently and shut them again, another tiny noise audible in her throat. She held up one finger and I nodded back, even though she couldn't see me. I couldn't take my eyes off of her though. Every few seconds she kept jolting, and it seemed like they were getting faster and harder. She held her breath for a worryingly long time. I half wished I'd taken out a stopwatch, because it had to be over a minute, probably over two.
Eventually, she let out her breath all in one massive huff, though she kept both hands over her mouth, just barely containing a high-pitched little "*mmp!* S-sorry." Without her bangs or her hoodie on, her cute, flushed face was a little hard to ignore. I kept accidentally meeting her eyes, and they looked almost...scared. "Be right b---back." Without elaborating, she got up and rushed off deeper into the building.
"...okay," I said, long after she had gone. I was barely able to wait five minutes before I felt compelled to pull out my phone. Texting on dates was horribly rude as far as I was aware, but if she wasn't at the table, it seemed like it would be okay? And honestly, I was worried.
Queen of Illusion: YOU BETTER TELL ME HOW THIS SHIT WENT WHEN YOU GET BACK PLEASE TELL ME YOU FUCKIN KISSED HER AND THEN KISS ME (IF YOU WANNA)
Kiran (Kiki): Maya?
Queen of Illusion: WTF are you doing texting me And yeah
Kiran (Kiki): I'm sorry! I didn't know what else to do!
Queen of Illusion: Hold up What stupid shit is Susie doing?
Kiran (Kiki): I don't know! She disappeared deeper into the building!
Queen of Illusion: wait Where the bathrooms are?
Kiran (Kiki): I don't know, maybe?
Queen of Illusion: That mother fucker Gimme 2 seconds ill fix this shit.
Kiran (Kiki): Is she okay? Does she need a pad or a tampon? I carry those.
Queen of Illusion: oh shit thats super helpful tell the whole team that But yea shes fine Just really fuckin stupid I told her to get her ass back to the table or Id throw her switch in a blender And she knows im crazy enough to do it
Maya was still typing, but when I looked up, I saw Susanna coming back over. She looked very small, shoulders pulled in and her head bowed down, and she speed walked over to our table and sat down in her chair with a hyperefficient stiffness. Also stiff was the way she kept jolting backward, her shoulders jumping, her head snapping back, and her whole body rocking. "S---sorry Kiran. *mmk!*"
"It's...fine?" I wasn't sure quite what she was apologizing for. Her face was still unbelievably red. "Are you...are you alright?"
She nodded before her head was abruptly jerked back again. "Got th---the h-hic---cups. Sor---ry."
"...oh!" Oh, that made sense. Susanna must have been sensitive to carbonation like Maya was. Did she not know that about herself? I'd never seen her drink or order soda, so why didn't she say as much when we talked about it?
...actually, considering that Maya was the one who had brought up hiccup triggers, I could see why she would want to keep that to herself right then.
"Oh, okay. N-nothing you need to be sorry for, Susanna. D-do you want me to try and get you some regular water?" She looked up at me and nodded slightly. "Alright...alright." I looked around for a waiter who didn't look busy. The restaurant wasn't crowded, and the maître d' had left his post to wander among the tables doing...honestly, it wasn't clear to me at all what he was doing besides occasionally staring at us in an intimidating manner. But I couldn't see any other employees who weren't occupied, and Susanna looked so uncomfortable and was jolting so hard. So I steeled myself as best I could, straightened up, rolled my shoulders back, and then walked over to the man in the tuxedo. "Excuse me, sir." He sniffed at me. I wanted to shrivel up and disappear, but I forced my back to stay straight. "My—" Wait, shit, what was I supposed to call her? Fuck fuck fuck—
No! No panicking right now. She needs you.
"My date would like some still water, and I'd prefer to get it sooner rather than later."
He stared at me. I was glad I'd straightened up. It gave me an inch or two on him, and he clearly didn't like that. "...off-menu requests cost extra."
Susanna better not have heard that. "That's fine. And I'll tip for a prompt delivery." He sniffed, then walked back towards the kitchen, and I walked back over to our table and sat back down. As soon as I was in the chair, I slumped again, and I felt Susanna's hand land on mine. I smiled at her, or at least tried to. "I'm alright, Susanna. Hopefully, we'll get you some water soon."
She exhaled softly and nodded. "Th---thanks." There was an audible thump in her chest and she rubbed her sternum, looking pained. Her little body was being so violently rocked...I really did wonder if she was going to hurt herself. And her face still looked so red and feverish.
The not-exactly-silence that fell between us felt horribly awkward. "Well, I...suppose that you'll need some of Olivia's hair now." She stared at me, and at least her looking confused was better than her looking scared and in pain. "F-for your voodoo doll. It stopped working. It's not transferring your hiccups right now." After a moment, she smiled. Susanna smiled and she shook with quiet, soft laughter and it made me feel like I was glowing.
Then she "*HNK!*—nnf!" jerked back harder and shut her eyes tight, rubbing her throat.
"Susanna, are you in pain?" She looked at me and shrunk in on herself before she nodded. "Is holding your hiccups back causing that? Would letting them out help?" She cringed, then motioned for me to come over. I joined her on her side of the table and saw that her spasms were throwing her hard into the uncomfortable-looking back of her chair. I couldn't think of anything else to do, so I put both of my hands on her shoulders and gripped them. With her next hiccup, I just barely managed to keep her from hitting the back of the chair again. God, she was so strong. Her whole body was so unbelievably strong. And she was looking back and up at me. "I—um, sorry, is this okay?" She nodded again, and my heart rate slowed at least a little. "You're being shaken so hard, I just...thought this could help."
She turned away and shook with almost silent laughs again. "S---sweet." Before I could stammer out a request to elaborate on that, she took out her phone and started typing on it, holding it awkwardly high so I could easily read from behind her.
Susie Q(eer): That'd help, yeah, but I don't think the people around here would appreciate it. Especially not tuxedo douche.
"I-I don't care about that!" That came out of me louder than I meant it to, but I ignored my blush, just lowering my voice as best I could. "Certainly not more than I care about your well-being." After a moment, she put a hand on one of mine and gently nuzzled into one of my arms. I may not have trusted my ability to comprehend body language, but I felt safe assuming that whatever this was was very affectionate. My heart clearly felt safe assuming that, considering how it was bursting and melting all at once.
"Erm, your still water, ma'ams." Our waiter came over and placed a glass of water in front of Susanna, who quickly grabbed it and took a large swig. Unfortunately, barely a half-second later, she jerked back into my hands again. "Also," the waiter was cringing. "Um, other patrons have requested that you please take your seat, ma'am."
"I—" I wasn't sure what to do, but before I could worry too much about it, Susanna gently patted my arm and gestured for me to go back to my seat. She jerked back into me again before I could, though. Her hiccups were so strong..."No, I don't believe so." The waiter blinked at me, and Susanna was looking up, shocked. I gently pulled her to her feet, keeping a hand on her back. "This restaurant isn't what I was hoping it would be. I'm sorry, Susanna. Please let me take you somewhere better suited to the two of us."
I walked over to the maître d' and paid with one of my least important credit cards. This place didn't deserve the dignity of giving me gold points. "Don't forget your companion's...jacket."
"Of course. Thank you, sir." I put as much venom in my voice as I could, then took Susanna's hoodie and helped put it on her before wrapping an arm around her shoulders again. There wasn't really a need to do that, but she wasn't complaining. She even leaned further into me once we were outside again.
Despite those actions, I heard Susanna sigh. "I'm s---sorry, Ki–*EEK!*–Nnuuh!" She covered her face with both hands, and I couldn't help but laugh.
"N-no, I'm sorry!" I shook away my giggles as best I could before sighing. "I'm...sorry for laughing, for one. You're just..." I could feel my face warming. "...You're just really cute."
"Mnnf. *HMK!*" She leaned into me more, and my nerves kept pulling giggles out of me.
"But beyond that, I'm...I'm sorry about that restaurant. I wanted to take you somewhere that...that you might not have been to a place like yet. A-and I know that I'm very privileged with how much access to money I have, so that's something that I can provide you if we go on a date together and—"
"'Prov---provide me'?" Susanna squinted up at me. "You–*HOOP!*–Nn!" She covered her face again and I couldn't help it. I just pulled her into my arms and against me. She was so cute. Her back jolted into me, and for once it felt really nice to have such a soft belly for her to hiccup into instead of something hard that could hurt her. She made more tiny noises, then pulled her face out of her sleeve-covered hands. "...*MMK!* You don't ha---have to provide---nnnghf. *MMK* Provide me anyth–*UK!* th-thiiiing. Fuck."
"But I want to." I realized that we had idly walked to a small park block and looked at the nearest bench. It looked uncomfortable, especially the back, and I sat down on it and confirmed that fact. I couldn't let Susanna sit and hiccup back into that. But what other option— "...Susanna? Would you like to..." I uncertainly patted my lap.
The light was too dim to be sure, but I thought her face went even redder. Even so, she nodded. "S---sure, but–*HNK!* d-don't let m---me hurt you."
"I won't." I hoped I'd be able to keep that promise if need be, but more than that, I really really really hoped I wouldn't have to. She slowly, gently eased onto my lap, and I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her back against me. She was so small in my grasp. "...but just to be sa–OOF!" I was shocked by the force one of her spasms pushed back with. "S-safe, you should stop holding your hiccups in." After a long moment and a few rough jolts, she nodded. I could hear and feel her start to breathe more deeply, seeming to have to make an active effort not to try and mute herself. High-pitched *HEEK*s and *HNK*s and *HK-llp*s squeaked out of her, but her motions were far gentler, more bounces than jerks. One of my arms was resting on her stomach while the other had ended up across her thighs (which I really hoped she didn't notice or object to) and it was interesting just how much I felt her move, and how much more fluid even her herky-jerky hiccup motions were now that she wasn't trapping everything inside of her chest. "Yeah. There you go. Good—" My face practically lit on fire as I realized what I was about to say, and I buried it in the back of her hood. But I couldn't not finish my sentence. "Good...good girl."
After a split second, I felt her laughing against me. Her chuckles came tangled up with hiccups, but I didn't mind, and it seemed like, at least to an extent, she didn't either. Once her laughter calmed, she sighed. "S'just emb–*UCK* emb-barrassing. *HNK-lk*."
I sighed back. "I can see why. I'd be mortified." It took me too many seconds to realize what I'd just said. "N-not that I'm saying you should be! Y-you don't need to be embarrassed, Susanna, I just—" I hid my face in the back of her hood again, glad that the hiccups mostly moved her chest and torso rather than snapping her head back. "I just understand why you would be. B-but you don't need to be. It's just the hiccups. And you shouldn't have to hold them back any more than Olivia does."
Susanna made a noise I didn't know how to interpret. "Oliv---via has to h–*OLK*–g-guh. Hold them ba–*UCK* all the time. *HMK!* I'm...*hmp*." She leaned forward and pulled down her hood, resting her head against my chest afterward, and I wondered if she could feel exactly what that was doing to my heart. "I'm lucky, in a way. *HMK-mmp* To be someo–*UK* someone she doesn–*nnt* have to hide ar–*HUP* around." She hummed softly, and I could see her purse her lips. "*hmk* Never really tho–*UCK* thought about it like tha–*hup* that before."
"About what?"
Even under the dim light, I could see how red her cheeks had gone. "Ah...ah–*HUP*–p-puh...It's kind–*AUK* kinda hard to expl–*HUCK* explain."
"I suppose most things would be with a case of the hiccups like that."
Her face...her face was still so flushed. "Yeah. *hmp*. Not having the–*eek-up* these would definitely make it easier. *hmk*. Do you..." She shook in my arms with a few nearly silent hiccups. "...do you thi–*ic*–ink we could stay like thi–*ic-olp*–this until they're gone? *hmk-mmp*. I'll tell you af---after that."
I simultaneously hoped that she stopped hiccuping in the next few seconds and that this case never went away. But either way, I loved getting to have her body against mine, no matter how it was moving. "That sounds good to me. Thank you, Susanna."
"No. *hmk.* Thank you, Kiran," she said. After that, we just sat in the park together while she hiccuped, and I thought that made for a far better date than the restaurant ever could have.
#hiccups#hiccup kink#hiccups kink#my writing#hiccup story#Poly-techhic#Poly-techhic AU#Can't believe that's a tag I'm making#Eli's kink writing
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the more i get into fma 03 the more of an fma manga/brotherhood hater i become
#i should be content with loving 03 but instead i'm all the more baffled at arakawa's writing choices post 03.#especially since she was apparently really invested in 03#you were still writing the story! you didn't need to change it from shounen to seinen#but you could have done so much better with ishvalans and scar!!!!#you could have done different choices re father#you could have NOT MADE ROY THE FUHRER AS A HAPPY ENDING#you could have made the homonculi anything else than evil goons representing generic sins!!!!!!!!#like ok you're not gonna get into the whole equivalent exchange and loss theme that's fine#YOU COULD HAVE WRITTEN SCAR BETTER#also if i have to go in fma 03 tags and see more people bitching that it's bad bc it doesn't follow the manga i will murder#eli talks#fma
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WIP game(s)
Hellooooo guess who has been writing some stuff? Meeeee
Which means that I can finally share some snippets, thank you for all the tags while I was trying to find some braincells to write with, seeing your tags and snippets always makes me smile <3
Specifically @too-young-to-fall-in-love @pippinoftheshire @prettyboynapoleonsolo @falling-into-peril @justabigoldnerd thank youuuuu <3
Have three little snippets, everyone is suffering and nothing is okay, as usual:
Gaby pauses, and he can perfectly picture the frown on her face. “You are not making any sense,” she eventually sentences, though he’s willing to bet she didn’t even try to understand what he’s saying. Things have been good, after all. Why ruin them? “Come on, let’s get up from the floor. Back to bed.” . “Peril?” he asks, but he has already noticed the patches of dry blood on his shirt getting newly damp. “Oh, that’s not good,” he breathes out, voice light in spite of the panic quickly building up in his chest. . “I’m saying goodbye now,” she muttered into his neck, only hours ago, and Illya’s arms around her tightened. “Don’t you dare wake me up tomorrow morning at whatever ridiculous hour you’ll leave.” If she meant for that to be a lighthearted threat, he barely noticed over the crack in her voice.
#it feels so good to write again asdfghjkl#tmfu#gallya#napollya#napoleon x gaby#gapollya#illya x napoleon x gaby#my wips#not spn#ely has shit to say#tag game
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find the word
tagged by @talesfromaurea, thank you! my words are gem, stream, fresh, and red. these are all from current Valloroth-drafting efforts
no-pressure tagging @mjjune @artdecosupernova-writing and @revenantlore with the words late, fine, disgusted, and helpless
[ID - a green and black decorative divider]
gem
Elys plucked a drink from an imp-borne tray as the ugly thing passed, and sipped idly at wine that probably cost more per bottle than her entire outfit. Her head felt like it was going to explode—Kelora had insisted on doing her hair ‘properly’, and her elder sister’s idea of ‘proper’ was an arrangement of bone-and-gem-studded braids pulled like a tight-laced corset around the back of her skull. The only saving grace to the agony was that she looked exceptionally good. Better than half the other Princes present, certainly.
stream
Whatever the monster had bled, it did not age well. In the two days it took to reach Baywich, the goo that had splattered Lucian and Aliyne not only refuse to wash all the way off in the stream Aliyne had dragged them to, but had settled into their clothing, leaving it redolent with the foulest stench either had ever encountered.
fresh
They’d harvested a fresh sprouting of barometz from the side of the road—the vegetable lambs were prolific in Invereid, especially this time of year, and on that point his encyclopedia was only out of date inasmuch as it suggested they didn’t grow this far north—and Aliyne had whipped up a passable casserole out of them. The plantflesh tasted almost like real lamb, and with the addition of some of her jealously hoarded spices, came alight in his mouth.
red
The cart passed directly beneath her. Yellow eyes narrowed. Muscles tensed. Lips drew back in a silent, hungry snarl. She waited. She waited. She leapt. They saw her shadow before they saw her, sweeping over them, a herald of death, red and righteous and terrible. One cried out, alerting the others. Some of them even had time to scream. Most did not.
[ID - a green and black decorative divider]
Valloroth taglist: @cherrybombfangirlwrites @reininginthefirewriting @memento-morri-writes @foxboyclit @lawful-evil-novelist
@at-thezenith @morganwriteblr @fayeiswriting @serenanymph
@sam-glade @viscerawrites @thegreatobsesso @flower-reads (ask to be +/-)
#writeblr#tag games#find the word tag#snippets#fantasy writing#original writing#valloroth blogging#c: aliyne#c: lucian#c: elys fenthari#c: cidra#lots of bits of worldbuilding for you all today!!
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t4t evanreg hcs pls
childhood friends but only as their parents forced them together at events. Once they were teenagers they didn't know how to come out to each other as both feared they shared their parents views but as the changes from their transitions were to obvious to hide they clocked each other and didn't utter a word. Years down the line they got together when Barty reintroduce them. Pandora is now Regs best friend as well, Both so similar and enjoy their unique interests together.
Evan is the biggest gentle man to Regulus, always offering to help with jobs or drive her anyway as he cannot ever get bored of her company. Reg loves cooking for Evan as she was never taught as a child as her parents viewed it as a 'women's' job despite Walburga never cooking. She has cook books littering the shelves and always sweet treats in tins.
Both love their quiet time together, sat curled up on the sofa in complete silence either reading or scrolling on their phone. Both understand that intensity is so important, as they missed so much of it as a child
Regulus always has a ghostly white gaunt face with a far away look always in her eyes, she does not speak much but constantly observing everything and everyone. Evan is able to bring out a smile or a giggle but in private Reg tells him everything
#took my time but i love them#they are perfect#one day ill write about their sex life#i see it as wild and very intimate#evanreg#t4t evanreg#evan rosier#regulus black#trans girl regulus#mtf regulus black#i have two tags for reg fuckk#trans evan rosier#evan x regulus#eli answers
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wrote a little thing for a fun lil round of shenanigans hosted by @outtoshatter, so here she is in all of her (very short, very small) glory!
#grace speaks#grace writes#well i'll be damned it's a while since i've used that tag#now that i'm back into the groove#it's onto the hockey au once again#(sorry bev and eli i love you both so very much it's happening it has just been so hectic)#teen wolf#stiles stilinski#derek hale#sterek#sterek fic#my writing
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hi
art for my lookism fanfic lol
#ace's doodles#lookism dg#eli jang#daniel park#my fanfic is like so dead rn but i finally uploafed so slay!!#also. shameless plus but#my fanfic is “life of a pink kpop idol”#yeah#you guys might have seen it around the dg tag because ironically im one of the only writers writing about the man#lookism#:3
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Find the Word Tag
Tagged by @charlesjosephwrites, thank you!
My words are sun, judge, active, and point, and dI'll be trying to find them in the various stories and snippets I'vewritten in the Five Man BAnd universe!
Sun
Jae announces my song and leaves. The music starts up as Jack hits a button, and I have to remind myself to stay calm. All my nerves are on fire, and the bright lights make it feel like I'm staring directly into the sun, but I pause and listen to the music. Tune everything else out. Just the music. It washes over me, and I let it take me.
Judge
Thomas is last, and although I hoped they'd save the best for last, his version of KIller Queen is so boringly average that I have to ask Riley how they've managed to keep the title for so long. "My guess is that they're blackmailing the judges. I mean, how can this beat something like that Let It Go thing at the start? It can't be skill, I know that much." He says with a shrug.
Active
Riley shrugs. "Sure, why not? The label says D.R.A.E.C., which doesn't sound like any of the still-active taskforces, so there probably wouldn't even be anyone left to complain if we watched it." I glance over at Kai, whose face has gone pale. I start to move towards him, opening my mouth to ask if he's okay, but he shakes his head at me with a slighlty pained expression.
Point
"Shut up! Did you think that I naturally had blue hair? I dyed it after I got out of the Jesus freak cult, but clearly I had time to do a few Karaoke Kontests before I decided to dye it." "It looks good on you." I say with a smirk, but he just buries his head in his hands. "What are you singing?" Ash asks, but he doesn't respond, just limply points at the screen.
Tagging @new-royston-cursebreakers @oh-no-another-idea @saltysupercomputer and anyone else who wants to!
Your words are coicidence, tired, pride and slam
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Whatever Here That's Left (of Me)
He hadn’t known what to expect, plugging the Grid into his computer, but if he’d had to guess, it was total destruction, half destroyed code, and no way of knowing where to start. He had been expecting the same command prompt screen he’d seen in the arcade basement, errors abundant. So his computer opening up the file to a 3d map was so unexpected he’d almost dropped his coffee. As it was, he slammed the mug into his desk and burned his hand. - Part One: Sam fixes the Grid.
My longest One Shot To Date!!! The first part of my sam/tron fic series! (hopefully it's just two parts oof)
@a-little-lynx @excelsior9173(I know you guys said your'd read it when I posted it, but its so freakig long so don't worry about it if you don't want to haha, just letting you know, I posted the first part... its all pre-ship tho oof.)
#very much so#samtron#tronblr#tron#my fic#I'm very proud of this fic. even if it doesn't get many hits I am still really proud of writing this one.#HOW DID I TAg A BIG ART ACCOUNT AT FIRST IM SO FREAKING SORRY TO THEM ELI OH MY GOSH HOW DID THAT HAPPEN????#i.... clicked on exi... how did my computer.... im gonna die of embarrassment now.
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I've been thinking about offering grammar proofreading services for writers, whether it's fanfiction or whatever. Basically, checking for punctuation, vocabulary, spelling, syntax, word flow, etc. While English isn't my first language, I've been studying it since I was about 7, have proficiency level, am currently specializing in grammar with the goal of becoming a linguist in addition to translator, and have a keen eye for taking sentences apart and analyzing their internal structure down to the smallest units. On that note, I can correct translations as well (both English to Spanish and vice versa). I would like to do this as a side job in the future but for now I don't ask for anything in return (only that you spread the word lmao), I just really like grammar and want to gain some experience by doing this for people other than friends. So yeah, I'll help you if you want. My only two rules are: -Please be patient! Due to other obligations I will probably be able to work with no more than two texts at a time. -I reserve the right to decline if the topic of the text makes me uncomfortable. I don't really have any triggers and there are very few things that make me uncomfortable to the point of not wanting to keep reading, so feel free to ask.
If anyone's interested you can reach out via Discord (Helios#7350) or just send me an ask!
Reblogs of this would be appreciated btw 👉👈
#not eli's art#writing#editing#writeblr#fanfiction#grammar#linguistics#proofreading#idk what else to tag
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14, 16, and/or 22 for the excerpt asks! <3
14. that was out of my comfort zone
Dazai swallows just as Fyodor takes a bite. They go back and forth, moving chess pieces across an invisible board and sharing a bagel. Somehow, it’s the most erotic thing Dazai has ever experienced, and she and Fyodor aren’t even touching each other. But his voice is velvety and cool to the touch, just like his fingers, and it traces swirling patterns along Dazai’s spine. Dazai swipes her finger through the cream cheese and licks it off slowly, drawing Fyodor’s gaze to her lips. Fyodor captures her rook with one of his own and she can imagine his deft fingers effortlessly swapping the pieces as he slips right into her opening. She wants him so bad.
sigh.. take the fyozai chess sex. (this isn't even close to all of it)
22. that is so blissfully self-indulgent
There’s no use arguing with Elise. She always gets what she wants. She sits him down at the tea party table, between the Akutagawa siblings, and wraps a feather boa around his neck. “You’re still my pet worm,” she says, because despite the fact that Chuuya has known her for seven years and has never once been particularly awful towards her, she has an incessant need to force him to be the worst character she can think up. Gin snickers. Chuuya shoots them a nasty glare, and they turn it into a cough, averting their gaze. On Chuuya’s other side, Akutagawa takes a slow sip from his teacup, which holds water instead of real tea. A plastic tiara sits lopsided on his head.
from my chuuya wip. forcing the port mafia characters to participate in tea parties is one of my favorite pastimes. and chuuya always has to be the worm
16. from a recent piece i want to brag about
from alive & free (look at me) aka my nikolai & kenji fic
He grabs Kenji by the shoulders, shaking him slightly. “Don’t you get it? I wanted this. This is exactly what I wanted! For so long! To be completely free from all earthly tethers! Nathaniel is gone and Fedya is dead and Sigma hates me and I killed my parents when I was sixteen and then I burned down our house and then I burned down the church and then I ran and I never looked back. I’m free and I’m alive and I’m the only one left and Kenji-kun, oh my fucking God it’s the worst fucking thing that could ever have possibly happened to me! And I asked for all of it!” He dissolves into a fit of maniacal giggles, his fingers pressing harder into Kenji’s arms, like he’s trying to use Kenji to keep himself upright. Fear seizes Kenji’s heart for a moment, because Nikolai is shaking so badly Kenji is worried there’s something wrong with him. He doesn’t really know what to do, except— He’s only eaten a couple cherry tomatoes, so he still has plenty of strength to pry Nikolai’s hands off of him, and then lean forward, bringing him into a tight hug. Nikolai continues giggling and shaking and he doesn’t really hug back, but he doesn’t try to get away either. And after a moment, the laughter quiets but the shaking continues and Nikolai finally reciprocates the hug and Kenji realizes— He’s crying.
#don't even read that first one i cannot believe i wrote that#ty for the ask!!#eli tag#ask game#grace's writing tag
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