#i originally wanted to write it as a fanfic on ao3

[soulless-bex]

role swap miraculous au

(i really want to talk about it but have no friends (rip my social life) so i’m putting it on here)

marinette is the daughter of designer sabine cheng while adrien is the son of bakers gabriel and emilie agreste

marinette grew up being modeling for her mom, but has always wanted to follow into her footsteps and become a designer herself. sabine, however, never paid attention/was never available when marinette tried to bring up her designs

adrien on the other hand is quite happy with simply inheriting the bakery. a simple boy with simple life plans

adrien and marinette are still respectively chat noir and ladybug. meanwhile, sabine is monarque, aka the villain terrorizing paris

i’m going to ignore the whole canon lore surrounding emilie and amelie to say that stopped talking because of a career related argument. their parents always valued hard working jobs, and so did emilie, but amelie wanted to become a model. that created an argument and amelie left to never come back and became, just like she had wanted, a model. she is currently under contract with cheng fashion and a close friend of sabine

and so, logically, marinette grew up with felix as a friend. she’s also close with chloe and kagami. they all met through their parents, who all work in the fashion industry

speaking of kagami, i’m also going to ignore all canon lore related to her family. her mom is now ceo of a renowned fabric company, who works closely with cheng design

marinette does have a crush on adrien, the sweet little baker boy, but it only lasts for a while. eventually she confessed, but when rejected (because adrien is far too stupid and in love with ladybug to realize that she’s standing right in front of him), she simply shrugs it off and decides to focus on her role as ladybug, her friends and designs

when adrien does realize however, it’s already too late. so no happy endings for the love square here

chloe also had a ‘crush’ on adrien for a while, but she actually made it up to fit in. she’s aroace

here, marinette’s friend group is made of chloe, felix, kagami, nino and luka. the rich kids basically picked up two stray musicians

on the other hand, adrien hangs out with alya, kim, alix and max. which, let’s be honest, is just as but also a totally different brand of chaotic as marinette’s group

sabine does eventually realize how useless what she did as monarque was when she already had everything she needed to be happy, so she surrenders. end game is sabine x nathalie, and marinette ends up taking the mantle of cheng industries with the help of her brand new step-mom

feel free to ask about anything else you’d like to know about this silly little au i came up with

[timote-shalome]

Me: *watching Stranger Things S5 Ep 1*

“Like, what do you mean Steve isn’t a bisexual hurt bbygirl with meanie parents and doesn’t have game nights with the kids in his big empty house and doesn’t have sleepovers with Robin and he isn’t in love with Eddie who came back from the dead as part monster with a split personality that’s also in love with Steve?!?!?!?!”

Me: *turns off TV*

[idliketobeatree]

to Charles, an Edwin Payne poem.

[erinwantstowrite]

Random fact, but Leap of Faith has a higher word count that novels like Don Quixote or Gravity's Rainbow

(If including what you have so far of chapter 15, it's roughly the same length as The Count of Monte Cristo)

one day when i write my original works, i hope to be this insane still 🙏 because imagine telling people that i have one fic at 800,000 so far, another at near 400,000 so far, and then they ask how long my original work is and i say smth like "oh it's like. 100,000 maybe." it just wouldn't be true to who i am at my heart. i have to thrive in my insanity and write a good medium word count

[daddiesdrarryy]

Me when I write about my character(s):

[theshypinkflower]

🎃 Kinktober ~ Worshipping/Bandages

🏆 Matt Goffard (Day 4)

Slight dub-con, oral sex, graphoerotica, blood, blackmailing

You were Derek's toy. And like a child yet to learn how to be gentle, Derek could be a bit rough. And by a bit more like a lot. Deep lacerations that sting for days, hitting, cruel words, but at the very least you lived in a nice mansion. The word “live” is used gently, really it was more of an imprisonment. At the very least you were treated to occasional luxury.

However, bandages were a luxury you hardly received. Derek would rather see the wounds he left than hide them so that they could heal properly. He took such immense pride in how the blood would seep out and how you’d cry so desperately for help. Tonight was no different occasion. Derek had once more left cuts on your skin so he could get his sick enjoyment for the night, leaving you a writhing mess on the floor as he left.

You couldn’t help but sob, loudly. You wanted to go home so badly. Would this endless cycle of torture really be the death of you? You tried using your shirt to stop the bleeding, but the large cuts in your thighs were just so deep it seemed impossible. “Please…please stop! Why won’t it stop?!” You panicked, as if somehow the walls of the massive house would respond. Oddly enough, there was a response, not one you were expecting but a response nonetheless.

After what must've been twenty minutes of wailing and crying, the door to your room was unlocked and opened abruptly. The light was abruptly flicked on and you flinched at the sudden adjustment from darkness to light. In front of you stood a rather tall man with bright blue eyes and chestnut hair. His brows were furrowed together as a first aid kit was held in his hands. “I’m trying to sleep!” He said a mix of a whisper and shout.

He stomped over to you, opening the first aid kit and beginning to clean up the blood from your wounds. “Wait what are-“ you tried asking him only to be interrupted. You let out a painful gasp as gauze was applied.

“I can’t sleep with all your damn crying,” he rudely said before grabbing a roll of bandages and starting to wrap your bleeding leg. “I know my brother is an asshole, but my God a man needs to sleep!” He continued. You heard a little bit about Derek’s family, specifically a “Matt” that he didn’t really get along with. You assumed this was Matt who was patching you up. You wanted to slap yourself as he bandaged you.

Your heart was beating so fast. He seemed just as rude as his brother, but he was giving you first aid. The entire time you had been stuck in this house, you so long craved for an ounce of gentleness or help. And here he was. Helping you. Begrudgingly helping you, but still helping you.

As Matt finished up his first aid and stood up, he was stopped in his tracks abruptly. He looked down to see you hugging his legs tightly as if it was a teddy bear. He was silent for a minute before he cleared his throat, “What are you doing?” He asked.

You looked up with sparkling eyes of pure happiness, “Just…thank you,” you said before pawing at his pajama pants. You weren’t sure what was compelling you to repay him in such a sexual manner, perhaps you had grown used to it with Derek, or maybe you genuinely wanted him. Matt’s eyes widened as he tried swatting your hand away.

“H-hey! The hell are you doing?!” He asked surprised and both confused.

“Repaying you…” you softly said as you pulled out his soft cock. You placed soft kisses along the length as you held it with your hand. Each kiss you could feel him stiffen. Matt blushed a deep shade of red as you began to stroke him. This was completely unwarranted, but not entirely unwelcomed.

He couldn’t deny, he felt a sense of power he longed for with you on his knees before him. The way you kissed his cock so gently before wrapping your lips around the tip, each swirl of your tongue was driving him crazy. You were practically worshiping his dick, making sure to lick nearly every inch and make him happy. Matt always wanted to be worshiped. He for once didn’t feel overshadowed and underappreciated, no, he felt like the boss. All to think because he helped you!

With one hand, he helped guide your head lower and lower on his dick, until your nose was buried in his thick pubes. He smelt like an expensive soap that was probably labeled “Ocean Breeze” or “Tropical Shores”. Matt let out low moans as you gagged on his length. “Fuck, I see why Derek likes you so much,” he groaned as he bucked his hips into your mouth. No matter how much you gagged and how much your jaw hurt, all you could think about was pleasing him. He helped you, it’s the least you could do.

With a couple more thrust, salty ropes of white filled your mouth. Your hands held onto his thighs as he shuddered while cumming inside your mouth. It was the perfect blend of salty and sweet, and you instinctively swallowed every last drop. You wanted to make him happy. He deserved to be worshiped for being so kind.

“Ya know, I could tell my brother about this,” Matt suddenly said while he tucked his softening dick into his pants. Your eyes widened in fear and you gripped the pant leg with such vigor he thought you’d rip it.

“Wait- no- please! Your brother- Derek- he’ll kill me!” You pleaded as tears began to form again. You didn’t wanna die. Not here. Not by the hands of that damn bastard. “Please- I- I’ll do anything!” You said as you once more began to sob. “I don’t wanna die…” you added, your voice strained from the urge to absolutely break down.

Matt smirked. He truly had all the power. “I won’t tell, unless you do me a favor. After all, I gotta teach you not to be such a crybaby,” he chuckled before leaving the room. A couple minutes later, he returned with a marker and his phone. He uncapped the marker with his teeth and began writing on you. You twitched at the sudden sensation of the marker as the smell of the permanent marker filled your nose.

Matt wrote all over you. Your face, your chest, anywhere that looked like it needed a bit of graffiti. You couldn’t read all the words, mostly due to them being on parts you couldn’t see, but you could see some words like “crybaby”, “whimp”, and “whiner”. The words made you frown a bit, was your reasonable crying that much of an issue?

It didn’t matter, because as soon as Matt finished writing on you, he began posing you like a doll. He put you in lewd positions that showed off the words, and you couldn’t help but want to die from embarrassment. “You promise you won’t tell Derek, right?” You timidly asked as the camera flashed blinded you.

“I promise,” Matt said with a smile.

Then again, Derek didn’t need to hear it from Matt that someone touched his property, especially with all your new “tattoos”!

[mellarkandart]

would you believe me if I told you this

was inspired by this

[iamanartichoke]

Posted this on twitter but it applies here, too. Also a plug to I guess follow me on twitter if you want - I'm not super active there insofar as posting goes, but I'm on there a lot (more than I ought to be, tbh).

Anyway I'm posting this partly to share but mostly bc I have things to say about it and I want to come back to it without it getting lost in my brainpan.

[papiliovolens]

hello half a thousand people

i am papil

and i 100% know what i am doing

[iz-nomerants]

!!ANNOUNCEMENT!!

WE AS A FANDOM HAS COLLECTIVELY DECIDED THAT THE OFFICIAL SHIP NAME WILL BE:

GOTH-BUD-CHADDY-ACE-STAR

NO DEBATES. THANK YOU

[minenesupremacy]

Chapter 2 is out !

Don't forget English isn't my native language and I'm doing my best to write it in English!!!

Love Minene

Loves lesbian

❤️

[igarbagecannoteven]

hi!! just read your cake at the craft store fic and thought I'd introduce myself on here :) you're a talented writer and seem like a lovely person!

oh my gosh thank you so much! that's so sweet of you 🥰i'm so glad you enjoyed my work! (and thank you so much for the lovely comment on ao3!) also love your handles on both ao3 and here, i'm a big fan of herons myself 😊

[arcane-vagabond]

Lmao????

Don’t read it then??

It’s literally fiction, my guy. I wasn’t exactly going for complete historical accuracy, and why are you looking for that in fanfiction??

Like the AUDACITY of some people is astounding. Do you think if I was writing for real it would be in 2nd person with y/n? What?

Fuck outta here with that bullshit. Idk why you felt the need to actually comment something except to be mean.

[do-not-go-gentle]

anything I ever write is extremely trope-y because that's what I like to write. I like to write what I've read 100 million times before but in a SLIGHTLY different way. it's fun. it's whimsical. I am frolicking through creative writing.

[karlyboyyy]

Movie night! - A Buddy Daddies Fanfic

(Sorry, I’m not familiar with the proper tagging system for fics, but this contains a heavy make out sesh, so take what you will from that 🤷🏻)

The living room is awash in the soft glow of the tv screen as the credits of the movie they had just watched begin to roll. Miri is asleep in her beanbag chair, limbs sprawled in what looks like an extremely uncomfortable position (does she care? Absolutely not). Kazuki leans back in his seat and rests his left arm on the back of the couch. He peeks over at Rei, who is sitting to his left with a small gap between them. Rei is sitting cross-legged and tightly hugging a large plushie (it’s supposed to be a black cat, but it looks more like a giant egg with cat ears). His chin is resting on the top of the toy, between its pointy ears. “We bought that for Miri, but he loves that thing,” Kazuki thought to himself.

It’s dark in the room, so Kazuki couldn’t quite make out the expression on Rei’s face at first. But after a few minutes of staring, he noticed there was a glint of light reflecting under Rei’s eye. A teasing grin spread across Kazuki’s face as he whispers, “Reiii~ are you crying? It was just a kid’s movie, ya know.”

“…I’m not crying,” Rei whispers back.

“Oh come on~ it’s okay! Let your emotions out!” Kazuki leans in closer to Rei.

“Shut up, I said I’m not crying.” Rei turns his head away and makes a not-so-subtle sniffle noise.

“Heyyy don’t be shy! Come here, I’ll comfort you!” Kazuki scoots closer and pinches the sides of Rei’s abdomen.

“H-hey! What are you doing?! Quit that!” Rei whips around and uses the stuffed animal to push Kazuki away. His whisper wasn’t really a whisper anymore.

“You better be quiet or you’ll wake Miri!” Kazuki continues to pinch and tickle random spots on Rei’s stomach and sides as Rei squirms in place.

“It’s your fault if she wakes up!” Rei continues to struggle, pushing the plush toy into Kazuki’s face. It doesn’t work. Kazuki is relentless.

“Kazukiii, plea- hnngGH ah!”

Kazuki immediately stops in his tracks. Rei’s squirming also stops.

“What… was that?!” Kazuki thought to himself.

Rei’s expression turns icy as he tilts his head upward to face Kazuki. His eyes were shooting daggers, but his cheeks were flushed beet red. “…You heard nothing.”

Kazuki about lost his mind right then and there. He had definitely heard something escape from Rei’s lips moments ago. And the look on Rei’s face in this moment lit a fire inside Kazuki.

Kazuki grabs the stuffed toy from Rei’s hands and tosses it behind him. In the same motion, he leans in toward Rei even more, pushing him backward onto the couch cushion.

Kazuki hovers on top of Rei, his right knee nestled in between Rei’s legs, pressed against his groin. Kazuki’s hands are pressed into the couch cushion on each side of Rei’s head as he holds himself in position.

Rei shifts his bewildered gaze up toward Kazuki. He notices the raw desperation in the eyes that stare back at him. Rei suddenly realizes that he’s waiting for Kazuki to make his next move, but it doesn’t come.

“Ah… he’s waiting for me to say this is ok…” Rei contemplated for just a brief moment before finally reaching his hand up to Kazuki’s face. He let his fingers gently graze against Kazuki’s cheek, feeling the slight stubble of facial hair that would be shaved off in the morning. Kazuki’s gaze softens, and he tilts his head into Rei’s touch.

Rei slides his hand behind Kazuki’s ear and firmly grasps the back of his neck, pulling him closer as he lifts himself up to meet Kazuki’s face half way. Rei presses his lips gently against Kazuki’s.

“I guess it makes sense that he’s my first kiss. I hope it feels ok for him…”

In that moment, Kazuki presses his body even closer to Rei and returns the kiss with a sort of gentle forcefulness. He continues to hold himself up with his left arm, but uses his right hand to reach down toward Rei’s hip. He grips tightly, and Rei lets out a soft whimper.

Rei weaves his fingers into Kazuki’s hair and tugs. He feels Kazuki’s tongue slip into his mouth, and can’t help but notice the slight taste of popcorn and cola from earlier. Even still, his face and ears are on fire from the rush of blood, and he wants more. He reaches his other hand up to Kazuki’s back and pulls him as close as they can comfortably get.

Rei only just now notices the placement of Kazuki’s knee, because he realizes that his lower half has started to rhythmically grind against it. Kazuki notices this too, and begins to move his body in a similar motion.

Kazuki lifts his head slightly and gazes upon the sight underneath him. Rei is bleary-eyed and is quietly panting, attempting to catch his breath in this brief moment. Kazuki leans forward yet again, only this time he plants light kisses on Rei’s jawline. As Kazuki works his way down toward Rei’s neck, a thought crosses his mind, “I wanna devour him.”

“Kazuki papa… what’re you doing to Rei papa?”

Both Kazuki and Rei jolt, whipping their heads to cast a glance at the small child who had been sleeping in her beanbag chair a mere six feet away.

“Kazuki papa… don’t fight with Rei papa. He di’n’t mean to burn down the kitchen…” *snoooore*

“…”

“She’s… talking in her sleep?!”

“Hey, what the hell is she dreaming about??”

Kazuki turns his head to face Rei once again. The two of them are still in a very… compromising position. To Kazuki’s surprise, Rei lets out a deep, hushed chuckle. Kazuki then bursts into laughter as well, but quickly buries his face in the crook of Rei’s neck to muffle the sound.

“Huu… That was a close one”

Kazuki’s head pops back up. “I know, right?! We’re such terrible papas! What were we thinking??”

Rei suddenly felt a twinge in his chest. “…Yeah. You’re right, it was a mistake.”

“What? No, I just meant that we need to be more careful next time and make sure Miri isn’t in the same room.”

“…Next time?” Rei’s face and ears are now a bright shade of pink.

Kazuki chuckles, and uses his free hand to cup Rei’s cheek. “There will be a next time, yeah?”

Rei nods.

“Heheh thought so!” Kazuki plants several tiny kisses all over Rei’s face, which causes Rei to squirm around. Eventually Kazuki stops and pulls Rei to an upright position with him. “Alright, let’s get the kid to bed.”

“Okay”

“Where’re you sleeping? Bathtub or my bed?”

“….Bathtub.”

“What?! What’s wrong with sleeping next to me??”

“Kidding,” Rei says, with an awkward smile.

“Oh you’re a jerk, you know that? Well now I don’t wanna share my bed with you!”

“Wait, why?”

And the bickering continues…

[schwazombie]

Y'all ever read someone else's work and think damn, I will never write like that and just get so fucking demotivated