#everything you write is gold

[official-saul-goodman]

PRECIOUS MY FRIEND

[strangerhands]

thhinkingg.. about.. thiss.. again..... always............ god....

Marc with his hand around your throat — not choking, no pressure just holding it there firmly as he slow fucks you into the mattress and you feel like you can’t BREATHE SORRY BYE

You show him, even though you know you shouldn’t. It is just so pretty: tanned Italian leather, nickel plated.

“It would look good around my neck, wouldn’t it?” you say, joking. Like, 20% joking.

The two of you went all in together on this apartment to get him out of his parents’ house. It had been moving out or joining the army—and the last thing you wanted was Marc gone, gone away from you, gone doing who-knows-what and who-knows-where.

You had moved in together, and spent every last penny from both of your savings to keep afloat. There was no fucking way he would spend eighty dollars (plus shipping and handling) on a collar, no matter how pretty you would look in it.

That night when he’s fucking you into the mattress you both have on a box spring on the floor, he watches your face with dark, knowing eyes. His hands have pinned yours above your head and then gotten restless—grabbed his belt to slip it from the loops on his discarded jeans so he could bind them together.

He gets like this. He needs to dominate you just as badly as you need to submit to him. You dream of the day you two can have a headboard, one he can tie you to and edge you for hours—

Marc slips his hand around your throat. Your entire body stiffens, full of electricity from the conduit of his touch. He isn’t even squeezing, but you can feel the strength of his fingers. You know the strength of his hands. His thrusts slow into something slow but no less deep, each one brushing the most tender place inside you.

“You don’t need a collar, do you baby girl?” he asks, breathless from the way he’s been fucking you. “Not when I’ve got two hands. Not when you look so pretty with one wrapped around your neck. Maybe I can’t afford to get you a collar yet—but make no mistake. I own you, don’t I, baby?”

His fingers flex and you are gone, eyes rolling back, holding your breath like he’s choking the life out of you even if he isn’t, cunt clenching around his cock. His breathless little laugh rings in your ears, and you know he is right.

Right about everything.

[goosewizard]

it is the second time ranboo is hiding an eye from tubbo, and he forgot how terrible he is at it. they managed to keep it a secret for this long, though, so he can't stop now. they know his preferred eye size, managed to find out his preferred ring size without causing too much suspicion (they think), and today is the day. tubbo should be home any minute now.

oh, they're gonna throw up.

everything is going to be perfect, it has to be. he's rehearsed what he's going to say, how they're going to kneel, even practiced putting the ring on with michael (who is being the best little secret-keeper right now), so it's going to be fine. it's tubbo, how could it not be?

the door unlocks and ranboo promptly drops the box he'd been fiddling with.

he dives after it (quite heroically, one might say), forgetting that he is very tall and the floor is very far away. they land pretty hard on their shoulder but manage to keep the box from view of the door, which opens just in time for ranboo to gain some additional bodily harm as sweet michael all but tramples them to greet the man at the door.

scratch that. the bastard at the door.

because tubbo is doubled over cackling, wheezing something about family guy while he watches ranboo struggle to their feet. they should really reconsider marrying this guy. not even a ‘hello’, a ‘how are you’, an ‘are you ok’, this could be serious, tubbo could seriously be planning their demise. marriage is a lives-long commitment, ranboo can't just pick some guy who's gonna axe them for the insurance money. the guy in question scoops michael up and spins him around while the toddler shrieks in delight.

yeah, okay, plan’s still on.

speaking of, michael is whispering in tubbos ear prime dammit. ranboo suavely (read: panicking) plucks their kid out of tubbo's hands with a haha kids these days amirite and shoos michael off to play. they turn around and tubbo's smirking. aw man. he strolls up to them, grinning ear to ear saying darling, dearest, what is this plan that michael tells me about in that tone where he knows exactly what plan they have. ranboo groans as tubbo dances around them, going awww ranboo you like me so much you want to co-parent with me forever awww with that same shit-eating grin because he knows he's right. the situation would be more frustrating if ranboo wasn't head-over-heels for the man (literally, as of about a minute ago). they suppose he never explicitly said that the secret was to be kept from tubbo. hrm.

welp, cat's out of the bag and tubbo's not gonna get any less insufferable about it, so he may as well just do it. ranboo looks tubbo in his eyes (he's wearing one of the first ones they made for him) and steadily gets on one knee. tubbo's being very composed, but his little goat tail's going a mile a minute. it offers ranboo a sense of relief. its tubbo, and with any luck, it'll always be tubbo.

they begins their speech, only stumbling over their words a few times and keeping easy eye contact with tubbo for the duration. when they get to the part with the ring and almost drop the dang box again, tubbo laughs harder than is really necessary, giddy about the whole thing. they're both smiling hard when ranboo asks tubbo underscore, will you marry me? for real this time and opens the box.

not to brag, but they really knocked it out of the park. inside the box is a simple and sturdy copper ring with a honeycomb pattern etched in. there is also an eye, made of quartz and diamond with a netherite pupil shaped like a heart.

tubbo honest-to-prime squeals and drags ranboo in for one of those kisses where it’s all teeth because they can’t stop smiling. he says yes, of course. the ring is on in an instant and tubbo dashes to the nearest mirror to put the new eye in, asking a million questions about how much this cost and how’d they sculpted it like that and if he can have one of lapis or amethyst next. michael trots over to the commotion and is promptly scooped up by tubbo who tells him michael youre not going to be part of a broken home anymore. ranboo points out that the home in question was never broken in the first place, which his fiancee (!) ignores.

as he watches his husband-to-be show off his ring and eye to their son, ranboo thanks whoever is up there that this is who he gets to spend his days with. to have and to hold, to bicker over flowers and colors, in sickness and in health, in war and in peace, theyll be together, ranboo and tubbo, against the world.

part 1 | part 2

[norrstri]

i’m cooking up a landoscar stranded island fic where landoscar fell overside a cruise after nearly drunkenly booking up and ended up on a stranded island in the middle of butt-fucking-nowhere.

oscar comes to learn lando is a rich boy who grew up on a silver spoon and oscar is too in his ways to accept this. each day they’re arguing over how they’re going to survive being stranded and oscar is sure he’s the only one with survival skills up his sleeve.

until lando is actually the one who starts the fires who builds the shelters. and suddenly, maybe lando isn’t so bad.

i’m currently cooking it all up now but i’m only on day 2 and i can’t count how many times i’ve written the word coconut in the last few paragraphs BUT i’m having fun with it!! i’ve planned out the days but if you have any questions or suggestions feel free to send 🫶🏻

or even a little snippet from the first day? 😁

[singwith-love-at-our-throats]

Next three spuffy fics bound!! This time my three favorites by @sunalsolove!!

[obsidian-vineyard84]

Rare midnight post asmr

My ref collage, as a treat :D

[tenwhiteandalusians]

pertaining to the idea of tenax’s band of strays i do think it’s touching that the kids are the ones who saved him and waited outside the door to make sure he’s okay. for all tenax claims to be harsh and cruel it’s a fine indicator of his character that the kids won’t rest without him and are there every time he’s in danger.

[cheswirls]

looking @ old fic i started when i was 14/15 is so funny bc im realizing once again why i never mark fics as abandoned even if its been literal years since i've touched them. specifically i was checking docs for stuff i started and either did or didn't post to ffn.

and its like. nothing is bad??? like i can see where my outside-the-box ideal of fic writing comes from. not just fics but writing in general, i'm p sure. even if it's a total cliche plot setup, there are details on each that rly make it stand out like oh yeahhhhhh i did have this great idea once upon a time.

funny too bc was it executed well in prose??? no absolutely not i wrote like shit when i was 15. would i revive an idea one day and revise it to be less cliche or cringy while still keeping the stand-out elements??? yea maybe. i might. everything i'm currently working on that i started from 2021 up to now still holds my supreme interest, but like i'm not gonna say never.

esp since i write fic first and foremost for my own need and specifically what i like to read, it makes it impossible to consider an idea i've thought extensively about "not worth writing anymore". anyway not making this too long i jus found everything interesting to consider

[magpiesbones]

worst thing about being disabled is that now I am fully and completely aware of exactly how much I am worth to everyone I know. And it is not a lot!!

[demonbarbers]

mods asleep post 2023 revival inspired sweenett playlist

[astral-express-family]

ask and you shall recieve!

🔍👀

d... detaaaails...

Wshdjshfjs I should be asleep but I am not bc Them. Also my relationship w/ soulmate aus is complicated but this is one of two soulmate aus I have that have a special place in my heart ^-^

So it's the writing appears on your soulmate's body au bc that is one of my favorite concepts (and it's easy to do w/ multiple ppl wsjfjsj). Cel, Gerda, Kai, Gwyn, and Pinocchio are all soulmates with each other. Each of them has Their Color, which is just what color ink they write in. Cel is red (or purple, but leaning towards red), Gerda is yelloe, Kai is green, Gwyn is blue (light blue, to be specific), and Pinocchio is orange. For a while none of them realize Gwyn exists, as he's comatose at the beginning. When he wakes up, everyone is thrilled to have a fifth member of The Crew, so to speak. Also young Gwyn is VERY confused by the whole thing and it's adorable.

So with the whole Cel, Gerda, and Kai being childhood friends thing they realize they're soulmates fairly quickly. They're all very excited, and talk about what life might be like when they find the other two. Kai's a botanist with a somewhat shitty sleep schedule, so the other four'll wake up to see he took botany notes on his arms in the middle of the night. Secretly he takes his notes normally, he just writes down fun facts he learns that he thinks his soulmates would appreciate (they all always do). Cel writes recipes and doodles random shit, Gerda writes inspirational stuff, and Pinocchio usually just draws hearts. Gwyn, being a prince, will take notes about meetings n stuff he has to do.

Pinocchio turns into an inanimate puppet at the end of the last DP game he appears in, leaving his ultimate fate in-universe unclear. For the sake of my ship he gets better, though I cannot stay consistent as to whether or not to make him a sentient puppet or human whsjdjs. When no new orange messages appear for a while, after a worrying mwssage the contents of which i have yet to decide, they all assume the worst. So I have a very specific scenario in my mind where Kai and Gwyn are playing Hangman on their arms bc Gwyn can't be bothered to pay attention to his meeting. Unrelated but Cel's doodling on its other arm. But Kai puts down seven blanks, only to be startled when orange letters spell out "IM ALIVE" in those blanks. The idea of Gwyn having to pretend like he didn't get a bombshell and a half dropped on him amuses me idk why.

I also like thinking abt it from the outside. One day, the town baker doesn’t hum while they work. The guy who takes care of the forests doesn't sing with the birds in the early morning. The queen only nods politely, with the barest hints of a smile. The king is polite, but closed-off. This becomes a new normal for a while. A few months to a few years. Then one day it's like a switch has flipped, and everything is even brighter than before. The town baker is singing the most beautiful of tunes, and she invites her custimers to dance. In the early morning, the young man sings louder than the birds, but just as beautifully. The queen greets people with her brilliant smile, along with a hug if permitted. And overall the king just seems happier. No one in town knows what caused any of this. They don't know about the death of the unknown but very much loved Orange, or their sudden return.

But yeah eventually Pinocchio finally ends up in the kingdom where the other four live, and is taken into the palace even before any of them realize he's the mysterious Orange. And then it's all just wholesome shit from there. ^-^

[simonwimon]

Its 7:30 Am Perfect Time To Post OC Refs

also typed All Of That out under the readmore in case it's hard to read. this would have taken so much less time if i just didn't insist on handwriting it all LMAO

Tessa Yadid Ahava Hassan

he/they

30 and lovin' life

under no circumstances a scientist, despite the get-up

lives out of his scooby doo van

unnaturally unlucky but SUCH a good sport about it

DOES NOT have lightning powers.

just... the power to strike himself with lightning.

TOTALLY different!

not visible here, but has lichtenberg scars down his back

does his darndest to be a good person & put good vibes out into the world

...despite those good vibes never coming back around his way :(

"oh fuck i have to respect women *runs into oncoming traffic*" kind of guy

their unlucky streak is how they explain "almost running over a random man" AKA meeting rae - though that's more about the "nearly killing him" part rather than the "new van roommate" one

speaks in a kind of sing-songy, overly-fancy way. type of guy to say "jolly good" unironically

their unlucky streak ALSO leads to them getting tied up with rae's past. literally.

imagine the next pic here

31 and still kickin'

more prominent white hair

right hand missing ring & pinky fingers' last 2 digits

bad right leg - uses a cane when need be

lichtenberg scars now down back & both arms

traded the goggles & labcoat for glasses with side shields & a Grandma Sweater :)

turns out being held hostage by a shapeshifting alien hivemind, interrogated regularly for information on your not-husband, and kept in a hole the rest of the time is Bad For You

has A LOT of identity & confidence issues on account of the same shapeshifter taking tessa's place back home

doing their best to Not Explode

despite all the difficulties the last year presented, rae has been helping them A Lot. which they cannot thank him for enough

still keeps their Goofy Helpful Guy personality, just. a bit more subdued

ok now imagine the rae pic here

Renee Rosalinda Romero ... aka just Rae

they/it/she/he (stick with one, alternate, anything works!)

Incomprehensible Age Disease

everybody's favorite time-traveling identity-issue-having gay alien symbiant

the species he belongs to survives by befriending other sentient creatures, living alongside them, and slowly (over the course of several generations) changing their own biology to almost perfectly mimic the other's

...so when a different alien species trying to eliminate all disease and "faults" within its society finds them, it turns out they make Really Good Lab Rats

rae Spawns long after that becomes the norm. he's a test subject for curing & treating fatal diseases

the Big One he's used for is very deadly, but rae is MOSTLY unaffected - the only side effects are both Physical Teleportation and "Mental" Teleportation

basically: rae clips thru walls and his consciousness jumps back & forth to past & future raes

translates as rae having random amnesiac episodes, OR knowing what's going to happen for however long

anyways. gets so stressed during "treatment" one day he just teleports away through time & space To Earth

wandering around 'til he nearly gets hit by a van & meets tessa

sticks with them initially out of confusion, but ends up getting attached

actually Develops A Personality now that he's not constantly stressed as fuck

extremely laid back guy. usually has some sort of quip for every situation

if he's in anti-amnesia mode, 9 out of 10 times, he just uses his knowledge for goofs & gaffs instead of changing stuff

tessa helping out with amnesiac episodes has made him a lot more casual about them

is often accidentally intimidating. in reality wouldn't hurt a fly

eventually, rae's past catches up to him.

ok now imagine the next rae pic ok we're almost done

Incomprehensible Age Disease (+1 year)

big ol' clump of white hair now

eyesight a bit worse, especially in his left eye. used to have fake glasses as a placebo but tessa got her real ones

lichtenberg scars around left eye

got ONE WHOLE INCH TALLER!!! short king.

his style stayed mostly the same, but she started wearing tessa's old sweater. it's comfy. :)

all of the physical changes to his body help ground her when any particularly bad What Timeline Am I In Now episodes come up

dealing with the whole Fake Tessa debacle has made him a bit. Self-Doubt-Y

but having his not-husband's shoulder to lean on helps them both

despite... ALL THAT, she has somehow gotten more upbeat than she was before

turns out getting to explode (at least one part of) the weird hivemind trying to track you down and kidnap you is sort of cathartic

[freedomsbounty]

Relationship Tags

bond || Zarya x Vivian: you’re my victory so I’m gonna soldier on bond || Kassandra x Evie: everything that you hold you make it shine like gold bond || Zarya x Odessa: tell me your nightmares and fantasies sink into the wasteland

bond || Kassandra x Soma: share this world. the seas. the stars. eternity my lady; fall into me

bond || Sevika x Xu: from hell with love I write confess my passion crime

bond || Zarya x Satya: she lit a fire and now she’s in my every thought

bond || Sevika x Satya: you’re my heaven in my heartbeat and my one true bliss

bond || Vi x Caitlyn: with my heart in your hands don't let go

bond || Sevika x Mel: Cus the rest of you. The best of you. Honey. belongs to me

bond || Pharah x Ashe: They look at me like I’m a scar upon their perfect skin

bond || Vi x Emily: You were my beacon of salvation; I was your starlight

[pencilofawesomeness]

Hiya, it's Anon of your-propaganda-got-me-into-twst fame and I'd just like to say that I got to the second half of The Tower.

In related news, I am cursing your bloodline.

In all seriousness, getting my butt kicked aside, I want to thank you for putting propaganda out. I've loved the story so far and the fandom, and I've actually gotten back into writing because I started playing it. So like, keep doing what you doing and sharing what you love. 👍

heeheehee I'M GLAD :D

(Also RIP yeah those Titans handed me my ass on a platter it was a struggle for a bit lol. Level up them spells if you can.)

And whoo!!! I'm so glad it got your creative juices flowing again! It certainly gave me and my sister both a boost as well. The juices are so strong. The urge to put characters in a blender and make them Interact and Feel even more is so great. (And Yana already gives us a lot of that and it's fantastic.) But yeah. Whoo! Welcome fellow Twistie to our brainrot. XD

[osamusriceballs]

HEY KISA!! 💕💕💕 TAKE A BIG BIG KITTY SMOOCH 😽

[non-un-topo]

When you’re not sure if an old wip is boring because you’ve read it 85 times or if it’s just actually boring