#good luck for your writing!

[karalovesallthegirls]

Also have another “first words spoken to you are on your skin” soulmate AU idea where Kara is a journalist assigned to shadow the controversial CEO of L-Corp for the day. It’s a big deal for her to get this assignment, so of course she trips the second she’s near the other woman and tries awkwardly to redeem herself.

The CEO stares at her almost in shock, and then says nothing. At all. Ever, for the entire day.

Kara spends hours following Lena Luthor around trying to fill the silence, but no amount of questions get her to talk. Lena almost seems to be running away at some points - like she’s trying to lose her? - and the few times she’s managed to catch her actually talking to someone she goes silent the second she sees Kara.

She asks around if Miss Luthor is usually like this and everyone looks at her like she’s crazy. Apparently she’s the only one who gets the silent treatment. By the end of her first day shadowing she’s walking away with half a page of observations and not a single quote. Miss Grant is going to kill her.

But that’s okay. It’s fine, this isn’t over. She has four days of shadowing ahead of her and she’ll be damned if she doesn’t finish this with a quote from the woman herself. It’s only a matter of time.

[sualne]

have some trans swan lake barbies

[fisheito]

is he a wise mentor or just jealous

[rubyceleste]

spare carcar thought to get me through finals week?

screw a carcar thought, get a carcar ficlet

oscar/carlos prompt: truth or dare

It’s fucking stupid.

He’s the only one sober enough to think so, he knows, so his ‘Aren’t we a bit old for that ?’ falls on deaf ears, safe for Lando’s who just elbows him and calls him a killjoy. So he shuts up and forces himself to stick around and bear the sight of Max having to drink a shot of tequila out of his teammate’s navel. 

Mark told him to make an effort, so he’s trying but fuck he doesn’t know for how long if that means it ends like that every single time. He takes a swig of his beer, tries to feel a spark of excitement at the energy around him. 

It’s been a bit tough lately. He’s been told to lighten up more times than he can recall, and something is parching. Something is stuck in the crevices of his planned-out days, wound tightly together, sandpapered smooth. 

He thought, maybe, dragging himself to the life of the party would make it better. Instead, he feels like a kid who hates his own birthday, forcing a smile for the picture, only thinking about the moment he’s allowed to remove the sad looking birthday hat digging lines into his face. Out of place. Ungrateful. And it won’t get better until he finds it. What’s missing.

Surprisingly, something else finds him. Brown, wide, panicked eyes. It’s ridiculous how huge they are. 

He doesn’t have the time to inquire about why Sainz looks like a fawn about to be run over, before he feels Jack nudging his shoulder.

“Pucker up, Piastri.”

What ? 

“What ?” He quirks an eyebrow up, takes another sip.

“Sainz just got dared to kiss you.” He suddenly gets closer. His breath reeks of whiskey, and his eyes are so bloodshot, Oscar’s concerned he might pop a vessel. “On the mouth.”

As, he was saying, fucking stupid. Especially because he knew it’d end up with them deciding to totally erase the ‘truth’ out of ‘truth and dare’ just to dare stupid shit like this. Especially because he knew he’d be dragged into it. Even worse, dragged into it with the one guy on the grid he’s unable to have regular human interactions with.

Yes hello Carlos, fist bump ? Oh no, thumbs-up okay- wait, shit, fist bump still ? Okay- uh alright, why thumbs up again ? Oh you know what fuck off. I mean thanks, bye. Whatever. 

The guy doesn’t even seem keen on it, all wide-eyed, terrified void-sucking orbs that he’s seen casted at him more times than he’d like to remember. Glued to his seat, fingers tightly clutching his jeans. Painting a picture of sheer enthusiasm.

He feels eyes on him. He sighs, puts his bottle down on the table, decides to take a head-first dive into uncharted territories. Carlos’ eyes somehow find the space to widen. 

“What, I need to get up too ?” He says. Proceeds to ignore the catcalls, the barking, the fists slammed on whatever surface they reach. Bunch of animals.

It doesn’t seem to make things easier on Carlos, who walks towards him with a reticence that doesn’t resemble him. Still his gaze is locked into his. Frightened, but determined. Preyed on, but tempted. 

Carlos is good-looking. He doesn’t only notice it now that he’s standing right in front of him. He’s seen it a bunch of times, for a bunch of years. In the paddock, on a screen, face to face, in dreams. Beautiful. Hair a bit tousled from nightly effusions, pretentious monogrammed shirt sliding off his collarbone.

So sure, what the hell.

Oscar has both his arms perched behind him on the couch, doesn’t move an inch, but still, the invitation couldn’t be clearer.

Carlos stays idly for a second, and then he bends towards Oscar. Slow, steadying his every movement as though he was standing on ice, risking a clean break underneath his feet. Oscar wants it to melt so he falls, hard. 

He tilts his head to the side, inciting Carlos to go a bit faster. It spurs him on for a fleeting moment, his lips coming to brush upon his. But it’s still. Still not. Oscar clicks his tongue, uses one of his hands to grip Carlos’ hip and goes for it. 

He doesn’t expect the wave of new knowledge that comes with it. Like a craving he didn’t realise could satiate any appetite. Carlos smells like expensive cologne, laundry and midnight sweat. Tastes like mint, and coffee from the espresso martini he got earlier tonight. Bitter sugar fresh.

More.

His tongue slides on his bottom lip, asks for permission to breach. Granted instantly. Fucking hell. Carlos makes this noise at the back of his throat, it makes his own mouth vibrate. He wants to see what it feels like when it resonates all over. Try to kiss him blue. 

The angle is a bit awkward. Both his hands grasp at the arch of his waist, dig deep, until Carlos gets the hint, and settles on his lap, on him, all over him. Carlos brings a tentative hand behind his head, fingers coming to clench at his hair, and he kisses back until hesitation becomes urgency.

When they pull away for air, they share a look. At the sight of him, Oscar feels his batteries recharge entirely.

A puzzle piece falls into place, elicits electricity on every inch of his skin. 

Ah. Found it.

[starry-bi-sky]

pouring one out for luo binghe in my disciple SQQ fic, poor guy has taken a backseat here. we're nearly 30k words deep and he hasn't even shown his face once. it'll be much longer before he even actually talks to Shen Qingqiu.

(i say im pouring one out but in reality im sitting in my director's chair chewing on a cigar and wearing a beret as he tearily and unsuccessfully pleads with me for more scenes with Shen Qingqiu)

[faelapis]

i know most read "good luck babe" by chappell roan as being about a lesbian in denial. and that's probably the intent... but i dont think it's invalid to read it like an angry ex projecting.

the song's instrumentation says "big, heroic 80s romantic lead"... but the lyrics are still a variant of "they can't make you happy like i can." in my view, you can read her either like a hero or villain.

in particular, the line "you're nothing more than his wife" is a LOT. it feels potentially condescending. i get the intent is to do commentary, to say what society expects of women - but it also kinda sounds like you agree with how society sees straight women? if you're that mad about it? or you think this is how straight women see themselves?

ultimately, we don't know how honest the framing is. we don't get this other woman's perspective. chappell could be bitter and heroizing herself, or she could be telling the truth. we don't know, because it's not about her. the girl in question has no voice.

"you know i hate to say it, but i told you so!"

no you don't! you LOVE saying it! you just wrote a detailed fantasy about how this girl is going to regret breaking up with you, couched in the self-righteous language of liberation and accepting queerness.

see what i'm saying?

i should clarify, none of this is a critique of the song. i like all of this. i enjoy angry, self-righteous breakup songs. you do not have to be a "good person" in a song. todd in the shadows has a great video on that.

all of this was actually my way of saying that its my favorite song of hers. i love how unfiltered the anger is. it shows how in the heat of the moment, we make ourselves the hero - but it can still come out kind of ugly on the page.

to put it in fandom terms, for my fandom audience: you could easily imagine pearl singing this at the point in her life where she's angriest and most bitter about greg. very easily.

or it could all be true! obviously, chappell frames the singer like the hero - but we don't know. it's an interesting bit of ambiguity in such intense self-righteousness.

[merakiui]

Okay speaking of magical girls.... Evil villain tako that has a crush on the cute magical girl at NRC but he doesnt know shes the magical girl that's trying to thwart his evil plan of taking over sage's island mwhaha

YES YES YES. And every week he gets his ass handed to him. You're determined to keep Sage's Island safe!!!! He's trying to get to know you through the fights. The (one-sided) sexual/romantic tension is too much. Tako who flirts at every chance during your fights... you genuinely want to take him out (defeat him), but he wants to take you out (on a date). And it's so obvious he's down bad for you, but you have no idea he's Azul Ashengrotto (your fellow classmate) and he has no idea of your identity either. Azul's trying to balance his love for the magical girl he fights on weekends and his darling classmate who he sees during the week hehe. How fortuitous that they are the same person.

Please imagine that trope where the villain ensnares the hero in tentacles, but it ends up looking more erotic than threatening....... orz evil villain tako whose tentacle is holding you upside down by the ankle and he's monologuing about how he'll take over the island and you'll get to watch, powerless against him. But then he looks at you and your skirt has flipped up and he's granted a gratuitous panty shot!!!!!!! Tako who gets a nosebleed on the spot. He's such a loser pervert. <3

Omg omg or you're squirming in the tentacles and ranting about how you'll get him for this, but Azul's trying so hard not to give into the horny thoughts because the way the tentacles are looped around you and squeezing is so attractive to him.

Like that one scene where Stocking's fighting the octopus ghost LOL.

[beanghostprincess]

i honestly think the weakest link in the one piece fandom are people who don't like usopp

[boygirlctommy]

tommy misunderstood the joke about him becoming mangoball!tommy now hes going to WRITE mangoball

[larentsbabie]

For everyone getting their panties in a twist over the recent denial, I only have 4 simple things to say.

1. Every time he gets a chance, he says a huge load of bullshit. All he has to say is, “Despite what people think, Harry and I are not in a relationship and never have been.” It’s a simple straight denial. How hard is that? But no. It’s always him going on a tangent over a fucking “chicken Parmesan” which is not even related to the “ship” and him going on a tangent about “iPhone conspiracies” and “google”.

2. If a rumor doesn’t go away after 14 damn years, maybe it’s time antis and locals start thinking that it might not be a rumor.

3. If there is nothing to hide, they wouldn’t hide their “friendship” over stupid rumors cause they’re both 30 year old men who could ignore public. But still, despite numerous mentions of them both saying they’ve been in touch. We only ever see Louis interacting with Liam and Niall and Zayn ffs but not Harry. And we see Harry interacting with Niall. We see Liam interacting with Harry but we never ever see interactions between Harry and Louis. Why?

4. Lastly, if we are claiming an artist to be closeted, you can’t be so dumb to take an “off-the-topic-denial” to be a proof of them being straight.

But yeah, sure! Go on! Twist your damn panties until you tear them apart. You won’t notice one of us give a fuck cause you mistook us for someone naive and easily manipulated.

[zephyrchama]

Sorry to bother, but are you the person who wrote the story about a MC who pretended to be a demon as a kid? I can't seem to find it!

Sorry if my English is too poor. (╥‿╥")

Yes! Maybe?

Your English is fantastic! Thank you for asking, I can understand you perfectly! ✨

At first I couldn't remember, but is it possibly this fic?

MC sees a demon on the street and it reminds them of their demonsona from when they were a child. If it's not that fic, then my apologies! Someone else might've wrote what you're looking for.

[doki-doki-imagines]

Hiii! Love your work! So ever since that episode Chigiri calls Isagi attaboy, my brain has been just in there. So could I maybe get some good old, fast, maybe a little rough Chigiri calling reader Attagirl? Maybe a little bit of degradation too. Like being mean maybe

This man lives in my head tent free jdkdkd

“You dumb whore, instead of complaining can’t you put your mouth to better use?”

You knew from day one that Hyoma is a moody guy and you also learned how to deal with him, but today he really reached to apex, mood swinging back and forth and you were way too angry (and horny) to deal with it; thankfully Hyoma followed your lead.

Your mouth now kissing his boner through the fabric of his boxer, you can feel it twitch already, his hips grinding into your mouth begging to feel your mouth without any barrier.

It’s funny teasing Hyoma when he is in such a bad mood, but you are human too. You pull his dick out, usually, you would kiss the tip and lick slowly the shaft with the utmost care, but today isn’t the right one for such a nice treatment. You take as much as you can, moaning around the shaft.

“Ah finally” Hyoma groans. He then grips your hair, something he usually wouldn’t do, and forces you to take him all, your gags and tears make him just more aroused. He keeps you there for a second, enjoying the tightness of your throat, then let you go.

Tears running down your face and a string of spit connecting your abused mouth to his tip; a picture that is going to be framed in his head for a long time.

“Just say you wanted this from the start you bitch” A nasty snark escape his lips.

Hyoma grabs one of your hands and guides it to his thigh, a silent promise that he is gonna stop at the first tap, then he pulls your head again and starts fucking your face.

“You take it so well – You feel so good, fuck”  His words only spur you to do better, laving your tongue on the sides of the shaft as good as you can, your mouth making wet, sinful noises every thrust.

“K-keep going for a little bit more”

You nod, as best as you can since he is still keeping your head in place, the vibration making a delicious shiver run down his spine.

“Atta - attagirl” This time it’s your turn to feel the shiver; it is so good to be praised.

“Goddess, c-can I come on your face?” Hyoma moans, the aggressiveness of earlier almost vanished.

This time you don’t have time to answer, Hyoma already pulled out, jerking off at the sight of your tears, snot, and overall miserable face. A few more pumps and you found your lips and cheeks stained by strings of his cum.

“W-was it too much?”

“You were just perfect”

“Give me a minute and get on all fours, it’s time for me to reward my good girl.”

[aran-morinorea]

this is for the user who just went through and liked 49 of my 87 total posts in the last couple hours. no reblogs so idk if you would want me to @ you but im so so so glad you like my nonsense. in return for all that dopamine let us go straight from the most recent post in the Worst Road Trip tag to the end of maglor's pov.

He just kept talking. The only indication he noticed my shock was a near-imperceptible impression of smug satisfaction. “He doesn’t have that much family left, you know!  Elrond had to stand with him at the wedding. Do you realize how angry I am that you didn’t show up to replace him?”

I needed him to back up a bit, because I had not known anything about this. I asked, “Wait, Celebrimbor is married?”

He said, “Yep!” and literally nothing else, because (as I was learning) he's an asshole.

I pressed, “To who?”

The asshole in question rocked on his heels and literally glowed with glee, saying “Me, actually!” and I’m not convinced I have ever hated anyone more.

So I threw my hands up and cried, “Well, who the fuck are you then!”

And the apparent actual fucking Maia leant in close, his smile dimming, and said very seriously: “Your nephew’s husband, we’ve just gone over this.”

I almost tried to stab him with the stupid flute. When I instead just tried to back up, he kept pace with me, and the cliff was behind me. Close behind me, at that point.

And then I had to dance around three more conversational sidesteps before I could get a name out of him. Even then, what he actually said was, “I have several,” which is the most Nessa-coded bullshit I’d heard in literal Ages, but he at least gave me, “Tyelpë prefers to call me Annatar. I like Tar-Glóriel best, though, since it’s very clearly one of a matched set.”

It didn’t make much sense, but it told me he was (cultivating an image of) some kind of royalty. I didn’t actually remember whether Eregion had a monarch, though. I thought I’d heard something about a scandalous new governance type, but it's not as though I'd been keeping up with gossip much. In any case, this bitch’s nonsense wasn’t making me want to follow him anywhere. And it was hard to believe - “Your husband calls you Lord of Gifts?”

““Tar-Glóriel”” explained, “It’s how I introduced myself to him the first time, I suppose it’s nostalgic,” which was on the outer edges of plausibility but life was already so damn weird, so why not. “I’d like to prove it accurate, however - why do you think I came all the way out here?”

Wait. Wait, “Are you trying to take me to Celebrimbor as a centennial present?”

“Yes!” I tell you, this bastard somehow sparkled like it was laughter, and said, “I thought a tearful reunion with a long-lost family member would be a good gift.”

And then his face went suddenly almost-serious again, and he laid a gentle hand on my shoulder - not appearing to notice me trying not to let him - to ask me softly, “Are you going to be a good gift?”

[gt-daboss]

Gremlin tinies? NAH HOW 'BOUT GREMLIN GIANTS

Annnnyways... there is a CASCADE of illustrations and writings about how a giant can and WILL get easily fucked over by a gremlin tiny, hell, they literally live in your walls. BUT SCREW ALL THAT! WE ARE TALKING ABOUT GIANTS TODAY! Giants who attach tiny's favorite food to a string, right. Maybe a tiny thinks they're so so sneaky and boasts about it all the time, only for one day the giant comes out with a fucking phone book sized collection of pictures of them eating and stealing all there food. bonus points if they start hanging the particularly embarassing ones on the walls outside their home. Maybe even sharing a couple to borrow-tok if we're feeling extra spicy~

OMG what about a tiny sneaking around trying to steal food only for the giant to sneak up behind them and make a Nat Geo doc on them, "Here we can carefully observe the totally 100% independent borrower female. Well renowned for their hunting prowes, she wanted to let me know that she wasn't the one who stole my twinkies last night. ah but alas back to the hunter... slowly but surely approacing the dull light of kitchen... all good intentions I'm sure... (Bonus points of course if the tiny can match the vibe, make this shit an episode out of the 3 Stooges)

And if you're a giant whos thinking, "Oh no! I can't do this to my tiny they'll be too scared! they'll think im bullying them!" THINK ABOUT WHAT THEY'VE DONE, steel your heart, If they can be a gremlin, So. Can. You. Get out there and cause some mayhem!

[vladdyissues]

Dude, idk how I even came across your blog bc I hadn't watched or consumed Danny phantom media in over 10 years, but you got me swimming in brain fog for real. With no experience, im going to attempt to write a fic, you've inspired me.

WELCOME BACK TO THE PHOLD, FRIEND

[nyoomerr]

any tips for writing bingmei pov?

oh jeez, i'm not sure i'm actually all that qualified to answer this question 😅💦

bingmei is... very difficult for me to write personally, so please take all this advice with a grain of salt. a large grain of salt. perhaps keep the entire salt shaker handy while you consider this advice, in fact. that being said, these are some things that i personally try to keep in mind when considering his character:

even as a disciple, he's not actually a pure white lotus - he still spent some long, formative years experiencing misfortune and bullying. from sqq's pov this is less visible, but from bingmei's pov this reflects on his thought process a lot. he isn't going to be blindly trustful, and his predisposition to be a bit of a schemer/borderline manipulative is still there, even if his goals are different. it's just the difference between pre-abyss manipulating the disciple roster so that he's the one always available to help out sqq VS post-abyss manipulating huan hua into being his biggest supporter.

in the abyss and up until sqq's self destruction, lbh's motivations are very much along the lines of "i can fix this, so long as i have the chance to, everything can go back to how it was before." if he can just prove himself to be a righteous cultivator by making a name for himself with huan hua, then sqq will no longer have an issue with lbh's heritage. if he can just get sqq to sit still and have one solid conversation with him, then surely sqq will understand lbh the way he used to. the more things go wrong and prove that it isn't so easy to go back to the way things used to be, the more frustrated lbh is, and the more willing he is to take drastic measures (going from slowly building a reputation for himself at huan hua to allowing sqq to be locked up in a horrible prison, for example).

personally, i attribute a lot of lbh's willingness to hurt sqq to xin mo. he's willing to take more drastic measures on his own, and some things that sqq considers 'harmful' are things lbh doesn't necessarily think of as actually hurting him - for example, forcing sqq to consume his blood parasites - but lbh is truly taken off guard when something he does results in sqq being harmed in a meaningful way. that being said, because lbh does still act on those things, i think it means one of two things: either lbh interprets xin mo's influences as his own impulses, or xin mo erodes his own ability to understand consequences. either of these can make for interesting narratives, so i go with "whatever works for the specific au i'm working on," usually.

dfjgh that was a lot of rambling lmao. i wish i had more solid tips, but for as long i personally am unsure how best to write bingmei, all i can offer are the things i try to keep in mind when characterizing him 😅

also, a final tip that is purely selfish and maybe not a hundddreeeeddd percent canon driven and instead motivated by my desires to see more bingwife in the world: #1 tip is to wife that boy up / have him pursue being shizun's pretty little wife 😌😌😌