#get ready for some writing once more!

[jonsnowunemploymentera]

And remember kids, the next time someone tells you, "George R. R. Martin wouldn't make Jon Snow the typical fantasy hero because that's cliche".....

Oh yes he would!

One viewer wants to know what character would you play (on the show)? GRRM: If I could magically clap my hands and become a different person, it would be cool to play Jon Snow who's much more of the classic hero. Everybody wants to be the classic hero! ABC Interview, 2014

GRRM: And the character I’d want to be? Well who wouldn’t want to be Jon Snow — the brooding, Byronic, romantic hero whom all the girls love. Meduza Interview, 2017

In fact he already has ☺️

[seventh-district]

7am, eating cold leftover teriyaki stir-fry for breakfast and crying over blorbos

[quietlyblooms]

please look at how cute chiyo is in this game bc i am so very not normal about it 😭 it’s one of the reasons this game has me brain rotting so much… gimme character customization and i’m there

[icewindandboringhorror]

Apparently I can meet my goal of roughly 400,000 words in 6 months if I just somehow write at least 2,200 words a day ghbjh... Almost 2,500 today... huzzah...

[courtillyy]

dude i have been looking forward to today for weeksssss but lowkey i just want to stay at home and write fic and work on the tournament ideas/plans lol

[verdantglow]

Me, whispering to myself as I stare at my 1/5 written one shot: If we want the reward of writing the final scene we planned this whole fic around, we must suffer the mortifying ordeal of writing the rest of the fic first.

[fatelcved]

hello, hello, friends! giving a quick heads up that my queue is still running, but i won't be around for the most part since i'll be hanging out with some friends. i think by now, all of the open starters i wrote should have posted, and you can find those here; i also have a connections call that i posted last night specifically for the crime au i mentioned a bit ago! there should also be a meme in the queue, but ofc none of my memes or open starters have an expiration date <3

something else i have to point out is that i've begun editing my muse lists and rules. i've removed most canon muses and shifted a few muses to the tertiary list while i sort them out/revamp them/etc, so please take a look when you have a chance! i've written this on the tertiary page as well, but to be sure i'll say it here, too -- please understand that if you request a tertiary muse, i can't guarantee that replies will be timely or happen at all! i think it'll be different now that i've taken off muses who have been dead quiet, but if a character is on that list, it's bc my muse is extremely low/finnicky, or i'm having trouble grasping their voice. if i don't write them, it's not bc i don't like the dynamic we have but bc i'm struggling to get in their headspace.

i'll likely edit my rules a bit more, but that'll have to wait until after my plans today. all that said and out of the way, please have a wonderful wednesday!! MWAH!!

[blorboresidue]

okey big w tonight I actually worked on the fic I'm supposed to be working on!!!

[tvrningout-a]

hmm how would we feel if i remade

[8aji]

i feel like the planets are aligning and i'm so happy to be writing this and so grateful for everything everything !!

[emily-mooon]

little update on the jancy rear window au fic: Its at a little over 2k words now!!!!

[2cupids]

warnings. popular!reader, dry humping, cüm eating. mdni (17+)

read part 2 here!

grinding against nerd!choso’s bare cock as a thank you for him agreeing to write your final essay for you and finishing it.

choso still couldn’t believe this was happening to him. one of the most popular girls on campus who’s notorious for only dating the athletes was sitting on top of him.

while you, on the other hand, found it hilarious. from the moment you pushed him back onto his bed, he was already breathing hard. you watched choso’s eyes widen as you hiked your skirt up to reveal your lacy panties underneath.

‘what a loser’, you thought to yourself as you watched beads of sweat form at his hairline as you undid his pants and pulled his already hard cock out. his eyes fluttered shut and he threw his head back against his pillow as you took his length in your hand and stroked him. you’d barely done anything and he was nearly ready to bust already.

you thought he looked absolutely pathetic like this. a touch starved loser who gets a once in a lifetime chance with a girl like you and doesn’t even know how to act. it would’ve been completely out of character for you not to hurl insults and humiliating words at someone you deemed below you and choso was no different.

you expected to see tears prick the corners of his eyes or for him to protest against the mean words you said to him, telling you that you were wrong. yet it was the complete opposite. his moans grew louder and his breathing started coming in shallow. he was getting turned by your degrading words.

he bucked his hips up into yours and grabbed your plush thighs to hold onto. the feeling of your soft skin underneath his palms along with the hateful words you spit was enough to tip him over the edge. his white hot seed shot from his tip and landed on his t-shirt, with a little bit landing on his neck.

you smirked at the sight underneath you and the childish part of you couldn’t resist doing what you were about to do next. you picked up some of his cum on your finger and shoved it into his mouth, making him eat his own cum.

you chuckled, silently giving yourself a pat on the back while thinking you managed to further embarrass the man. but choso only fell in love with you more.

[fingertipsmp3]

That last post just reminded me of something honestly mind-boggling that that friend did

[icewindandboringhorror]

Well! I started remodeling the house sooo long ago (original post of it back in 2018), then got distracted and forgot it in the closet for a long time, ignored it on and off, etc... Then, finally finished the house in 2022. THEN, I forgot about the pictures I took of it in 2022, and am now posting them in 2024.. A good example of how the timeline of my side craft projects usually go lol

But, at least I do have the photos now, so... finally sharing them ! 

I just used a blue sheet as a 'sky' and a green sweater with some fake flowers on it to try to look like it was on grass lol...

(more images under the readmore)

The bedroom-

The library/potion room -

The living room area-

Then the little kitchen

The pictures are not very good, but these are the best I could find? I filmed a video of me working on the whole thing (who knows when that will be out..if it took me TWO years just to post the photos lol), so I think while I was taking the pictures, I was thinking “eh, they don’t have to be great, since I’ll show it in more detail in the video :3″, but now I kind of regret not having more actual detail shots or anything.

(sidenote: I'm pretty sure I've posted better pictures of some of the individual rooms before though too? sometime before I had added the finishing touches but when they were basically done and looked almost the same as these. so maybe it's okay that these are kind of bad lol)

I think progress on it also stalled a bit due to the pandemic starting, since like 90% of the stuff in here is random things I found at the bins (giant goodwill donation center where you dig through tubs of various items all thrown together), so once I couldn’t go out to the bins anymore, I lost my method of hunting for new items, and just had to work with whatever scraps I already had or could make myself with very few materials/tools.  The bins is a really large and always crowded place, so it's still not safe for me to go with current community transmission levels lol... who knows when I shall be able to use it to get dirt cheap crafting supplies ever again.. T o T

ANYWAY! It was a fun little project, even though of course it's a little rough around the edges and not exactly as I'd envisioned lol. As usual, I always enjoy the MAKING of things the most, yet then have no idea what to do with the finished project, since the process is what's enjoyable to me.

I think I'm going to take all the glued down furniture out of it and then repaint it, then maybe donate the base house back to the same thrift store I found it at. Like completing some sort of crafting circle of life or something lol

slowly making some progress on the doll house I’m trying to remodel! 

[yandere-romanticaa]

Seen the request, so I shall deliver. Could you pls write a drabble or hcs of a yandere sunday with an isekaied reader?

Good timing because I'm actually planning a non yan isekai fic for him, I wonder if you saw that post. Here it is in case you haven't.

Sincerest apologies if this isn't the best, this fic is 100% emotionally charged by my obsession with him and frankly with a little bit of a high for passing a tricky exam. This is a treat for myself.

EDIT: Please check out this wonderful comic that @danijaci made me based off this fic!! 😭🫶

Picking up the cup from the fine oak table, you gazed towards the eerie galaxy before you, hundreds upon thousands of stars giving you a constant reminder of just how far from home you truly were. Taking a sip from the little porcelain cup you could not help but to hum in delight, the soft notes of the tea soothing your nerves ever so lightly as you pretended to ignore the heavy gaze which lingered at the back of your head.

Even from this distance, it was easy to tell that Sunday was eager to approach you. Still, he kept his distance and made a silent offering in the form of the very tea you drank at the moment.

Anything is better than Himeko's coffee but you were never going privy her to that.

In a not so distant past, all of this was nothing but fiction. The Express, the story, the characters - it was all nothing more but fiction, something to pass the time as your days went on and on, the same monotony repeating each and every day.

It was hard to not think about your friends and family, what sane person would not? Lord knows how they must be feeling right now, worried sick out of their minds with indescribable sorrow. In their eyes you had merely vanished, not a single trace to be found. For all they knew you could have been left for dead in a ditch somewhere, beaten, bloodied and broken, never to see the light again or if they were even more inclined to be morbid, you had succumbed to a fate worse than death. Death at the very least grants you finality, that all is over regardless of what happened moments prior.

But that was simply not the case for you.

Here you were, lounging about in a comfortable chair as you pondered on your old life while enjoying tiny little luxuries, far away where none of your loved ones could reach you. However, life was funny sometimes because it had some fun games in store.

Sunday was very kind upon arrival. He made sure to always be there for you, always checking up on you, always there to keep you company. You were already smitten with him but now to actually witness him in the flesh was just... Indescribable. You got along like a house on fire, so much so that the crew liked to tease that you ought to just get a room. Sunday, ever the gentleman, would just brush their words aside and assure you to not take their playful little jabs to heart.

You wouldn't say anything, resorting to merely giving him a smile but not because of what he said but rather of what he did not - never once did he actually shut down those perverse accusations. Never, not even once did he deny them.

He became an emotional crutch, someone to whom you would come running to when things got tough and he would always welcome you with open arms. Sunday would hold you tenderly, his serene voice dripping with honey along with a tender drop of ecstasy, for his excitement with holding you would just show itself sometimes. His grip would be too tight at certain moments, never quite ready to let you leave. His hugs were warm and comforting, he always smelled so good too. He smelled like kindness and sweet wildflowers, always lulling you back to him no matter the time. In dark corners and perhaps even under the watchful eyes of the crew, Sunday would wrap his scarf around your head, securing the soft fabric in order to provide you with a sense of comfort.

It was humiliating just how much you would try to inhale his scent as much as possible. You wanted it etched deep inside your memory, you wished for it to linger on your very soul and for it to follow you everywhere you went, sticking to your being like tar. The fabric of the scarf would muffle your ears a little but someone was always chatting in the background. Be it March bickering with Dan Heng, Mr Yang scolding someone for doing something they were not supposed to, or just Conductor Pom Pom trying to give a speech, all of it was irrelevant.

You were ready to kill whoever would try to pry you away from sweet Sunday. That thought came often which had left you worried - just what kind of person had you become? Regardless, you kept your mouth shut and had no plans of sharing such violent sentiments with anyone, particularly not to the one you held so dear.

When it was time to part for the evening you would bid the crew farewell and wished them a good night. You always made sure to take a few extra seconds with Sunday, just to ease your aching soul. He would tell you to sleep well and would see you in the morning, ready to take on any endeavor that crossed your paths.

As everyone parted ways, Sunday would wander off somewhere dark and distant, somewhere no one could see nor hear him. He would fall to his knees and clutch his chest in agony, fat tears streaming down his face as he did everything he possibly could to steady his raging heart. In a rush he would reach for the scarf which clung around his neck, his grip tighter than iron as he would bring it close to his nose. Taking a large, deep breath, Sunday was greeted by your familiar scent which would promptly calm his poor heart.

He sometimes wondered if his heart would start bleeding from the pain due to the sheer intensity of his emotions.

This was wrong, everything about this was not right and it hurt. Sunday was obviously ill but he had no clue on how to fight this... This emotion, this white hot feeling of need whenever you stood by his side. He started to choke on the air around him and fell into an abrupt coughing fit but even then, he could bring himself to remove the scarf from the lower part of his face.

Sunday wept and sobbed, filthy snot coming out from his nose but he could not handle that now. He needed you, Oh Heavenly Aeons, how he needed you. However was he going to tell you how he felt? How, oh how was he going to express the sheer magnitude of his true thoughts? He would scare you off, he was sure of it.

Even with this pain, even with these clipped wings and bleeding heart, Sunday had never felt so alive, so harrowingly present in the moment whenever he was with you.

Perhaps, he was doing himself a kindness by just letting you be. Drink your tea, be at peace.

He can always just make you another cup if you so desired.

Without knowing, you both haunted each other in the most agonizing way known to mankind and neither was strong enough to face the reality of the situation.

[fatelcved]

i drank some wine, got possessed with the need to write about alvina and levina bc they're gonna be important for ciaran's story as well as the overarching story, hit a lil wall bc it became more like a scene out of a book than an info post, and now i'm like. what do i do :' )