#guess I'm continuing on with this idea

[ofmagicandmusic]

Writer's Month - August 3

word: seashell

The water glistened in the midday sunlight, spilling its rays below its surface. Will knew how deep that light reached. Barely as far as one could swim down.

He spotted something shiny under the foam and reached his hand into the water. It was cool and refreshing on his skin and it took all of his willpower to not dive in at that instant. Instead, he dug his hand into the sand and pulled out a shell. It was a light pink but its inside shined like pearl.

It looked like a normal seashell but something about it gave him pause. He turned it over in his hand and a shiver came over him. There was a skull carved into its surface, faint but unmistakable once it was seen. It felt hot in his palm. After cursed treasure and damned sailors, he wasn't taking his chances.

The shell sailed out of his hand and into the ocean once more, hopefully sinking into its dark depths.

[tubbytarchia]

Shark toothed mermaid didn't know how to kiss her sailor crush

[winterrbluess]

The end of the dream..

[irondad-defensesquad]

“Boss, Peter has a concussion.”

Tony freezes and grits through his teeth. “What? He isn’t even on patrol, how did he get–?!”

“Peter was testing your repulsors when he threw himself towards the balcony, and hit his head against it. He is still conscious.”

“Oh, for fuck’s–” Tony forgets about the online meeting, as well as the fact he didn’t turn off his mic. He quickly tells them that something came up. Not that he cares as he just turns it all off.

[sysig]

For Requestober, Req.1

Scri dressed as an angel, Edgar dressed as a demon. It would be fun to see the roles swaped regarding costumes!

Day 3 - Angel and Devil('s Advocate)

[writeitinsharpie]

gdi why did the queer video essayist i liked turn out to be a plagerizer

[eldritch-araneae]

Bumblebee Week Day 1 - Cybertron

Free yourself Float away Let go Or here you'll stay Hold it close And open wide You have no faith The mirror lied 'Til the truth comes out 'Til the truth comes out 'Til the truth comes out Every night I die just a little All this time, I'm caught in the middle All your life, you fought with no winning This is just the end of the beginning Every night I die just a little All this time, I'm caught in the middle All your life, you fought with no winning This is just the end of the beginning

Song: Les Friction - The End of the Beginning

[ferronickel]

In typical Ferronickel fashion, I am now plagued with thoughts about how the Brontë's juvenilia would be different in a world where the military had dragons, a subsection of interests that is so irrelevant to everyone else that it's barely every worth mentioning on this site, let alone creating any fanworks about.

I'm gonna do a little incomprehensible rant in the tags about it and the go on my merry way. Please ignore the following

[unopenablebox]

attempt to idly discuss concept of custom wedding vows with 🌸 ground to a halt after the realization that neither of us actually, like, wants to try to figure out what the fuck we'd be promising

can you do custom vows, but instead of vows to do stuff, it's just a list of the superbly good qualities of the other person in order to make it clear why any rational actor would agree that you should obviously plan to keep hanging out with them as long as possible

[saltpepperbeard]

[pekoeboo]

man. I've been reworking a lot of content involving Act II of Home Is Where You Are and like. ugh. it'd work so freaking well in novel form but I just Do Not have the dedication or the drive to start from scratch and rewrite everything that happens.

idk how else to share the updated version of that part of the story with y'all tho, considering that Khalan's journal is insanely outdated now and isn't entirely canon anymore, so I'll probably just have to accept that I likely won't ever be able to update the story for y'all in the way I wish I could. >n<;;

[frantic-fuck]

Snakelet - Chapter 8

@augusnippets Day 16 - Humiliation

Word Count: 435

Masterpost

Content: NSFWhump (implied noncon afterwards), coercion, death threats, creepy whumper

~

A shock tears through Ziri's system, abruptly yanking him out of his quasi-hibernation. He wearily looks up at the figure towering above him.

"Good morning, pretty boy~"

He groans and looks at the floor.

"Oh, don't be like that. What, you think I'm just gonna hack at you with an iron axe or something?"

He cringes at the thought.

"Don't be silly. I don't like iron any more than you. And I'm sure you could use a break from the stuff anyway, hm~?"

He likes what they're saying. He doesn't like the way they're saying it.

It doesn't matter. They'll do whatever they want to him anyway. He just sighs in response, continuing to stare blankly at the floor.

"Mm. I'm gonna need a bit more cooperation than that today, pretty boy. That is, if you want to live to see your precious sibling, of course."

He locks eyes with them.

"Y-you.. can't.. kill me."

"Sure I can! All I gotta do is take you to the feywild and put a bullet between your eyes, right? Not like Nerium will care. It'll probably make things easier on them, honestly. No more silly little moral conundrum, they can just lob your body at Janessa and be done with it."

A pit forms in his stomach.

"Might.. come back.."

"I'll put a tracker in you, then. And then I'll find you and kill you again, and again, and again, slower and slower each time, until you finally die for good."

Trembles wrack his exhausted, broken body.

"...Please don't."

With a grin, they step on the base of his leash, forcing his face to stay pressed against their boot.

"That's it. Beg for your life, pretty boy."

"P-please. Please let me live. Please."

"Master. Call me master."

"Please, master." The word feels dirty on his tongue. "Please don't kill me, master."

"Ohh, that's it. Keep going."

He rasps out desperate pleas, terror jolting through him at the sound of a belt unbuckling.

"Ask what I want you to do for me."

"W-what you— what do you want me to do for you, master?"

They let out a breathy laugh. "Tell me you'll do anything."

He grimaces, the weight of his helplessness pressing down on him as he hears the belt pulled from the loops. "I'll.. I'll do anything, master."

"That's what I like to hear." He flinches at the sound of leather striking their palm. "A little birdie told me all you satyrs are sluts. I want you to prove it."

In an embarrassingly small voice, he whimpers, "I'm.. out of practice.."

"Then you better remember quick, huh?"

[shizukais]

[ramenwithbroccoli]

hiiiiii i know i wasn't really that active lately. things are piling in my head, which is in dire need of decluttering but the hands can't match the rhythm dictated by the mind and trip in the dance much too often. just wanted to let you all know i think about you and your guys daily. rotating them in my head. i'm not quitting yet alright 💥💥💥

[doedipus]

I've been annoyed with myself for a few weeks now because I feel like there's an obvious place for the book to go in the long term where it kind of forks into two directions and idk how to reconcile them with each other at all

[lesboylycan]

some people are fucking vile towards paraphiles who are simply minding their own business under the guise of "protecting children". newsflash, assholes: advocating for the murder of swaths of the population based on their attractions (not even their actions, but their attractions! thoughts in their head that they haven't acted upon!) isn't how you make the world a safer place for vulnerable people. your revenge fantasies only serve to make you vulnerable to mob mentality and propaganda from those who are very interested in turning your hatred and violence against people they don't like, most often minorities.