#i SWEAR im writing fanfic guys

[maxislvt]

X-Men Yuri text posts so I don't start arguing illiterate freaks online

[matcha-binz]

🧸 . drabble mdni.

cute boyfriend beomgyu, loves being called pretty, loves when you push his hair behind his ear and call him your pretty boy. But he loves it more when you call him your slut. The nickname has him reeling, eyes rolling back, whimpering. Subby!gyu is smth i can't get over, especially in his long hair era, he'd love to get his hair pulled while you make him eat your out, humping the bed and shit, the sensation of his hair being pulled makes him let out the sluttiest, high-pitched whimper against your pussy. And you get off on it, honestly. Call him your slut, call him your fucktoy and watch him nod his head, whimpering and moaning dumbly, getting lost in the taste of your pussy.

drabble cute boyfriend beomgyu, loves being called pretty, loves when you push his hair behind his ear and call him your pretty boy. But he loves it more when you call him your slut. The nickname has him reeling, eyes rolling back, whimpering. Subby!gyu is smth i can't get over, especially in his long hair era, he'd love to get his hair pulled while you make him eat your out, humping the bed and shit, the sensation of his hair being pulled makes him let out the sluttiest, high-pitched whimper against your pussy. And you get off on it, honestly. Call him your slut, call him your fucktoy and watch him nod his head, whimpering and moaning dumbly, getting lost in the taste of your pussy.

"m-mhm! yes, baby, m' y-your slut! ah..." "N-no! keep going, p-please~... been a good boy please p-please let me cum..!"

also we have to bring up dacryphilia. I just know what a sight it would be, riding beomgyu, his hands pressed beside his head by your hands, having him weak underneath you as he lets out high pitched and whiney moans, hips bucking up into yours that were barely hovering over his, whimpering and stuttering out "p-please don't- ah! tease..." with tears sticking to his ridiculously pretty lashes.

[definitelynuwonhere]

“You Know I Don’t Hate You…Right?”

Y’all remember the Past/Present Anthology? Yeah well Guy’s audio suddenly came to mind and I came across a pinterest prompt that peaked the interest of my little goblin brain so I present you with this:

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We all know how much of a personality Guy possesses, a personality that definitely walks the very thin strings of Honey’s tolerance. And while they’ve thrown around the words “I hate you” to his face countless of times, all of varying levels of volume, they can’t help but feel this guilt in their chest this time around.

They’ve never been the best at expressing themselves through words, and while Guy has gotten accustomed to this, they aren’t a mind reader, and he can pull off one hell of an act. They wouldn’t be able to know, if their words finally struck. And that scares them.

He would say something if it has gone far right? I mean, they act like that all the time, nothing unusual about it, I mean their entire relationship is built on sparing with words right? Right…

“You know when I say I hate you, I don’t actually hate you, right?”

their voice barely a whisper against his chest as they laid there, eyes staring into space.

He looked down to at them with a gentle smile.

“I know honey."

he murmured, chuckling as his arms tightened around them.

They sat up, “Y-yeah, but I just wanted to let you know, you know? Heh.."

“Hey, hey..”

He whispered softly, sitting up next to them. He took hold their chin, facing them towards him.

“I know..I know you, and I know how you are, I never take anything personally. Well, except that time you insulted my hair, that was uncalled for,”

He snickered, earning a laugh from them. He tilted their head up to look at him, and he smiled, pressing a soft kiss to their nose. “But I know you don’t hate me.”

They smiled back, relieved at what be said. They look back up at him, face turning smug as they sneered."I should though,"

He laughed, pressing his forehead against theirs, nodding. “Yeah, you should," He chuckled. He cupped their face between his hands, looking at them with such love in his eyes.

“And it makes me the luckiest bitch in the world that you can't manage to" he said, “I mean, the amount of times you could’ve probably knocked me out with your fist” he added, chuckling, earning a scoff from them.

He snickered, squeezing them into a hug and placing a kiss onto their shoulder. They let out a comfortable sigh and looked up at him with a gentle smile. “I love you.” Guy smiled back, leaning down and pressing his lips to there’s. As he pulls back, he leans his forehead against theirs, and then whispered back, “I love you too, Honey.”

First time drawing Guy 🍕 and Honey 🍯, This was fun

[mossfeathers]

Writing and art for day 16 of lifetober: Deal

Fic takes place in an AU by my friend Rose in which the rage crystal Scar gives Tango has a few strings attached. If you guys like this, I have more written I can polish up + post!! Word count: 1.3k TW/CW: Possession, panic attack (implied), swearing, villain Scar (not really a cw just a heads up)

“Tango, Tango, Tango, I’m sure you’re wondering why I called you here,” Scar said, voice low, not quite a growl but still menacing enough and grinning with the sort of happiness that wouldn’t end well for anyone else. His pale grey hair was long and a few of the more wild strands draped over his face, breaking apart the cutting gaze of his bright yellow eyes staring right through Tango.

‘Well not really, mister crystal-butt-man. Me and my crew back there were just coming by for a bit of enchanting-magic-funtimes and you were all ‘Ooh only Tango can come in’ and shooed my guys away. Jerkface.” Tango leaned back in the ornate wooden chair Scar had pulled up for him in front of the amethyst pedestal the enchanter usually sat upon, twirling the emerald-green crystal he had bought from Scar just a few days prior boredly in his ash-tinted fingertips. “But I’ll bite. Whaddya want, Scar?” Scar’s such a pain sometimes, honestly, Tango thought to himself. Always asking for this or that and another and never giving anyone the time of day, favoring selling you a clock over sympathy. Tango really wished he wasn’t stuck with him in the wizard hut, but it’d be rude to leave and he’d rather not tick off the one guy who had a knack for tracking down the enchanter.

“I’m so glad you ask! It’s all got to do with that little crystal you got there. It’s been working, right?” Scar said, leaning forward in his chair with a sick smile, crossing his hands under his chin. 

“Yeah?” He stopped fidgeting with the crystal and now let it dangle limply from a thin brown string looped on his fingers

Scar’s grin widened. “Excellent! Oh, I’m so glad to hear it! The custom rage crystal, if I remember correctly. Well, not to go full ‘Villain-Scar’ mode here, but I may have… let’s say neglected to mention a bit of fine print on that fine piece of merchandise. I’ll be honest with you, I don’t feel like explaining it so I’m just going to show you. Besides, I think you’d get the point more if you just saw it in action,” Scar said as he stood up from his own chair, grabbing the wooden cane leaning on it, bejeweled with an intricate laying of crystals and engravings of cats. Tango grimaced and laughed awkwardly, not quite sure what else to do.

“Hey buddy, you feelin’ ok?” Tango barely managed to get the words out before Scar had closed the distance between them, looming over him with unnerving authority.

“Ok Tango, I’m going to need you to stay very calm, alright? Ok?” Tango nodded along slowly, a pit of concern growing in his stomach. “Great! Now, I need you to go get me a diamond from Joel’s cave. I trust you know where that is, right? Bye!” Scar spoke quickly and excitedly, words bouncing with anticipation and playful malice.

Tango’s face dropped. He tucked the crystal into his pocket and made his way down the ladder and out of the wizard’s hut without a sound. This, in theory, was against his will, but his mind was just blank, like someone had smudged out all his thoughts as one cleans off a whiteboard after using it in school. There wasn’t a will left to defy, the only thing in his mind the faint ringing of an order, carried out dutifully by his body. His hair flickered weakly, fire somehow managing to glow less than it should. To someone who knew Tango, they wouldn’t have thought him to be himself, lacking a certain swing in his step so signature to himself. Once he reached the edge of the mountain, his dull eyes hardly glanced down as he walked off, stumbling off jagged edges and drops, scraping knees and elbows until he reached the front of Joel’s cave. By some miracle, he wasn’t home, and Tango dragged himself through the entrance and started to rummage around through a few chests, getting nicked by a spare sword left unsheathed in the wreckage, until he pulled out a diamond, sharp edges seeming to glow in the miserable afternoon’s light that flooded the cavern. His eyes sparked with something akin to recognition, and hardly a second later he was heaving himself up the cliff-face.

He stumbled through the door, breathless with a straight face, to Scar’s awaiting smile leaning against the wall next to the ladder going up to the enchanter, idly twirling his hair between his fingers. Scar extended his hand, Tango dropped the diamond in, and promptly collapsed; a puppet with its strings cut. His hair exploded upwards, flames licking the roof of the shop floor and body small as he took in heaving, gasping breaths. He was shaking, but more importantly he was back. His thoughts flooded back in, horrified and scared and screaming, desperate cries to get back into his own head swirling with relieved terror at release back into his mind, the flood of sudden information and emotion making him sick to his stomach. After a long, anguished moment, he looked up at Scar with furrowed brows, rage boiling over alongside tears out of bright red eyes.

“What the fuck have you done,” he growled, furious and terrified and helpless all at once as he stared with the most intense hatred he’d ever felt at Scar, stronger than Bdubs, stronger than the games themselves. His gold eyes just smirked down at him, glinting with the sort of mischievous malice he’d now learned to fear. Tango made a move towards the dagger he kept hidden in his back pocket, wanting nothing more than to bring him down to his knees, make him feel even a fraction of the anguish he felt rushing through his body, make him hurt.

“Oh, can you stop that?” Scar laughed, and Tango felt his hand freeze in place, that same complicit nothing washing over him in a wave of pure white nothing. “Would you mind getting up too? I don’t want the floor getting damaged, that stuff’s not cheap!” He stood up.

Tango was still shaking. Badly, in fact; he could hardly stand. But Scar had said he needed to stand, so he would. Scar hadn’t stopped smiling the whole time, as if this was just a joke, just a prank. Just a prank. The fact Scar hardly cared, didn’t think what he was doing, whatever he was doing, was a terrible thing made Tango want to tear him apart with his bare hands, limb from bloody limb. It filled him with such violent, earth-shattering rage Tango forgot about the crystal sitting in his pocket. It filled him with so much rage while he couldn’t do anything but listen when Scar started to speak again.

“So! Whaddya think? I’m proud of myself for that one, I mean who else would have come up with putting a control spell on a crystal? Genius, right? It’s really quite easy, to quote Mumbo. You’ve got questions, I’m sure, but I’m not quite qualified to answer them. I’m just your local wizard, after all. I cast the magic, not a clue how it works.” Scar sighed, a slight shrug in his shoulders. “I can try though.”

“Just tell me what the hell you’ve done to me.” Tango’s eyes were bright with fury, and he could hardly spit out the words through his throat thick with anger, voice cracking as he did so. “Now.”

“Were you even listening? Gosh, it’s a control spell, Tango. Simple, too. I just… say what I need you to do, and you listen! All tied to that little crystal you got in your pocket there. Rather convenient for me, you’re like my little helper! I really am sorry for not mentioning it beforehand, I just needed you to take the deal. Think of this as a good thing! We’re very lonely here in the wizard hut after all, and I do believe this is the start of a beautiful friendship.” Tango didn’t do anything but bore into Scar’s soul with his burning eyes. “I apologize for any discomfort, can’t do anything about that I’m afraid. Oh, and don’t mention this to your little crew, okay?”

Tango just stared at Scar, and he only walked out when Scar said he could.

[lupins-hehim-pussy]

I wanna know ur Fontaine msq criticisms 👁️👁️👂I’m all ears

I'm not sure if you wanted me to talk about this secretly or publicly but! Here I go!

The TLDR: Fontaine MSQ aestheticised prison, poverty, child abuse, the justice system/court and didn't properly address any of it.

More:

Focalors/Furina has way too much of a sympathetic angle for a dictator who's lets people drown with her inaction.

Neuvillette feels Bad for sentencing some people to death/prison, but that's it. He's one of the most powerful people in Fontaine. If he felt like there are systemic injustices, I.E sending an abused Child to prison, he should be the first person to DO something about it, not just cry and be sad so the audience can be like aw, that's complex character writing isn't it? No it's not! And guilt doesn't absolve you!!!!!!! (These are stuff we deal with in OTCOJ read my fic now /j)

Meropide has children in it, both Sentenced there (Wriothesley) and BORN THERE (Lanoire), and this is just a quirk of the place. Not only that, Meropide accepts prisoners of all genders and crimes. There are abusers and abuse victims in one place. Do you know how bad that is? How much potential for crimes to happen in a place like that— oh wait, Meropide isn't under Fontaine's jurisdiction. If you are assaulted as an inmate it literally means nothing to the court.

Wriothesley had no qualifications when he took over. Depending on how long he lived on the streets, how old he was when he killed his parents, how old he was when he was first taken in by the orphanage, etc, the man might never have more than 4–5 years of formal education. Sigewinne probably had to teach him how to write reports. And do Meropide's spreadsheets. Edit because I forgot to elaborate on this one: This isn't a point brought up anywhere, which is bad, because when poverty and incarceration robs you of a proper education (and the rights to vote in many places too, too, by the way), it reduces your prospects for jobs, reduces many people's ability to get a home etc etc. Wriothesley was just, narratively, Given his position.

Meropide is an industrialized prison, and they portray this as a good thing. Prisoners are paid in coupons for their labour, and this is also portrayed as a good thing.

The One-Meal-A-Day reform was something Paimon gushed about being so great of a perk, that people might want to go to jail for food (could be interesting and reflective of systemic poverty if MHY had brains, but they don't, so I was just Pissed because essentially all Paimon wanted to say was "Prison isn't so bad, but still don't go to prison guys! Prison labour is really hard!"). By the way, in most real-world prisons they are obligated to feed you three meals a day. Because that's how much food a human needs. MHY went with one meal just so they can say "if you want to eat more, you have to work." And then the welfare meal is a goddamn gacha. So imagine you're a starving child who's too weak to work in the fucking robot assembly line, and you wander up for your first meal in 24 hours, only to luck in with a shit one. I'd kill myself.

They wrote Wriothesley, who's a victim of the system, into a guy who's say shit like "I'm the Duke I can do whatever I want" for a cool moment where he choke-slams an inmate (I know he was a bad guy. But also, in copaganda when cops are violent/disregarding protocols, they are always only portrayed to do that against bad guys, so what does our critical thinking tells us about this one?) They wrote Wriothesley, who was an inmate of a prison so bad, so notorious that it is the literal boogeyman of Fontaine, that has a legal (???) fighting pit, with an administrator who abuses his position to be unreasonable, to willingly stay in the place and become an Administrator who would choke-slam an inmate while saying a cool line about how he has the power to do whatever he wants. They wrote him, the guy who had to be fed on the streets by melusines, to think one-meal-a-day was a good enough reform (while he spends god-knows how much on his boat). This wasn't a victim-turns-into-abuser narrative either, they want all this to be seen as positive character growth.

And then, the final kicker is, they gloss over his entire abuse. You can only read about these shit in his profile, which most people don't because they don't Have Him or doesn't care to unlock it/read it online, and they jammed his entire backstory into a flaccid info-dump at the end of his character story quest. This man isn't Allowed to feel abused and neglected and show any reaction to it within the narrative of Fontaine itself, because if they actually Gave Weight to what happened to him, they'd have to confront THE FUCKING JUSTICE SYSTEM they had NO PLANS on criticising. I don't think they ever explicitly said the fucking Crime-Theatre nonsense was Bad either.

I could go on, but this is already so long. But yeah, I hope this gave you an idea.

[fallminlove]

[01:07]

c/w: little suggestive (making out, slight mentions of friends of benefit), mentions of alcohol, cursing, bad punctuation because i’m not going to edit this since I wrote this while tipsy

It was just another weekend night, you met up with Mingyu, you decided to invite him for a drink at the local bar near your house, just because you felt like having a couple of drinks yourself.

Mingyu wasn’t just any friends but, rather a special one. Usually on nights like these you would not have ask him to met up at a place other than you house, but tonight you just feel like you wanna get a little tipsy and maybe Mingyu will buy into it.

By the time Mingyu have gotten to the bar you’ve already had 2 drinks yourself. Not particularly being a heavy weight, you felt your mind already feeling fuzzy alrighty,

“Gyu!” you called out as you see him entered, “you’re late buddy, drink up” mentions to the beer you’ve ordered for him.

“buddy?! I’m just a buddy to you now?” Mingyu huffs as he chugs the beer, “I thought you were calling me up so we can have some fun again”

“Well I was,” you motioned to the bartender for another drink, “I’m just pregaming for what will happened later.” You took another sip of your drink, you don’t know why but you just felt like feeling drunk tonight.

“Dude I gotta tell you about this thing…” You started rambling about how you got your coffee order wrong earlier this week, and then about how good the company lunch was, then to the stray cat in your neighbor, basically, you were drunk rambling.

Mingyu gave the appropriate response, nodding or making a short comment, until you were just rambling and drank so much and tripped over yourself and fell in his lap.

“oh gosh, I’m sorry, I swear I’m usually not like this,” you said as you were trying to regain your balance.

Mingyu just looks at you, held you by the shoulders and he didn’t say much, or you couldn’t really tell because your mind was already kinda fuzzy from the alcohol.

You kept on apologizing and continue rambling on what you were saying, Mingyu stares for a bit and places his lips over yours to interrupt your intoxicated thoughts.

When Mingyu pulled away, he mutters “shit… I can’t tell if I like the taste of your lips or the taste of the alcohol…”

At this point of the night you couldn’t really hear him over the music and the dimmed lights of bar, you just pulled him in, to taste his lip over and over again.

[agalychnisspranneusroseus]

I need to go to sleep but i dont wanna go to sleep i want to think about sashannarcy

[aesopsbaby]

BOUNCES AROUND!!

WRITING ANGST AGAIN!!! ❗️❗️😊🤗

This would probably take a really long while since I have projects due :(( (and I'm constantly going back to ibispaint just to doodle one piece 😞❤️)

[habizuh-studios]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62693254

Xiao Mengyou doesn’t know why this problem has been affecting him this much. It really shouldn’t; he’s had a lot of experience dealing with his best friend-turned-crush. The problem isn’t even that great, either. It’s just that — Xiao Mengyou’s brain has been reduced to a stuttering mess in front of Lang Qianqiu.

OR: Xiao Mengyou loves his best friend and decides to confess on his birthday.

[enhanced-operatives-division]

skitters into your inbox ... thank you so much for the song recs they're VERY fun!! Decided I should also give you some songs that I FEEL.. are kinda junicrane core...both are by Autoheart. from the same album. SOMEHOW SDKJFS

Already Gone: probably from Reggie's perspective, looking past Juniper's pride and understanding his struggles :0

I Know That He Loves Me: title says it all, Juniper's POV on Reggie eventually becoming his anchor to normalcy, knowing he could count on him. grrgrr GRRR I LOVE THEM

I've been meaning to listen to more Audioheart and.....OUGH YOUR MIND IS HUGE..............

The closest I ever got for those two was uhh,,Do I Wanna Know? & I Wanna be Yours by Arctic Monkeys but the vibe was sorta off for me,,,,,,

[oliwrites-wtvr]

*knock on wood*

guys, the writer's block isn't bad for once and i have a bunch of free time

i'm actually working on part two of 'Hunger' !!

you might actually get this fic finally after 3 months🫣

[batarangluv]

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[ninja-boo]

ok nvm i got mad at transformers writing again. back out of sheer spite

[writerz-unite]

just realised i didn't have asks on...

whoopsiesss.... ok now can i pls have reqs now :<

[froglover7789]

in the process of concocting a biggs lives biggsluke ship fic rn.... there's not nearly enough of them on ao3 so im taking it into my own hands >:3c (itll be good i pinky promise)

[nonbinarylesbianherb]

I swear I'm tryna write a pt.2 of my under the moon's glow fic I just have writers block so bad and now im just sad after watching the latest hotd episode