#i wrote all of this today almost 1000 words

[angelyuji]

seafood, see food!

happy halloween and also happy last day of kinktober!!

eddie brock x venom x f!reader

tw // she/her pronouns used, kidnapping, implied noncon, monster/creature-in-the-woods symbrock, yandere content ahead

minors dni!!! 18+!!!!!

you had started your hike an hour ago, excited to see the waterfall your friends had been raving about. however, after following the wrong path for an hour, you ended up stranded with no cell phone connection, no food, and no person in sight. you turned the map once more, looking for rest station, “maybe i was holding it wrong…” you mumble, head aching as the map only got more confusing. you take a breath and fold the map back up, continuing to follow the path. you walk into the forest for another 5 minutes when you hear a branch break. you stop, straining your ears to listen. your heart pounds as you notice the trees shake one-by-one before stopping at a tree behind you. you hear an animalistic growl from above and you take off, sprinting down the path, veering off to lose the animal. the voice in your head screams at you to run faster as the growls get closer. you can feel tears dripping down your face, blurring your vision. you try to wipe your face when you slam into a large warm chest. you scream as you fall back, spraining your ankle on the way down.

“oh god, i-i’m so sorry.” a hand reaches out to help you up. you look up at the man, taking in his half-naked appearance. chiseled jaw, tattoos down his arms and chest, and a rough beard. he looked exhausted, anxious, and soaked. “you alright?” his voice was soft, as he grasps your elbow to help you up.

you try to stand but pain shoots up your ankle, you hold onto his bicep, “s-something’s trying to k-kill me.” you sob and the man keeps you steady with an arm falling around your waist.

“woah, woah, what’s trying to kill you?” he looks around. you try to point behind you and he looks around. “i don’t see anything… but let’s find some shelter just in case.” he gives you a small smile and you nod, sniffling. the two of you start walking and after a couple minutes of silence, he speaks, “eddie.” he looks at you, “m-my name. it’s eddie.”

you manage a small smile as you limp, “(y/n).” he opens his mouth to respond when you feel a drop of water fall onto your cheek. eddie wipes it away, but you start to feel more fall. “shit” you look around, hoping to see some kind of shelter, and spot a cave in the distance. “eddie, over there.” you point towards the cave. he nods and picks you up. you let out a startled noise as eddie sprints, trying to get out of the rain as fast as he could. the two of you duck into the cave and he settles you onto a relatively flat rock.

“you okay, sweetheart?” eddie kneels down to look at your face, you feel your face warm at the nickname and you nod. he sighs in relief, “good…” he looks out at the pouring rain, “we’ll have to wait for the rain to stop.”

you look out, lips pursing in annoyance, “yeah…” you sit back against the wall of the cave, the exhaustion catching up to you.

“you should sleep. i’ll- uh- wake you up when the rain stops.” he gives you a reassuring smile and you barely got out a thank you before you dozed off.

“she’s perfect”

“no.”

“eddie, i am hungry. you have been starving me for days.”

“she- i like her. you-you can’t eat her.” … “i’ll let you eat the next person we see, i swear. just… not her.”

“fine. i won’t eat her.”

“thank y-”

“however, i am still hungry. so what will you allow me to do?” you peek an eye open as you watch eddie whisper to himself, you hear him continue to argue to the air before huffing and relenting.

“fine. just… make it quick. the rain looks like it’ll stop soon.” he turns and you quickly shut your eyes tight.

‘keep your breathing even, (y/n). don’t let the crazy stranger you basically followed into a cave know you’re awake.’ you start to feel yourself panic at the realization. the rain continued to steadily pour outside.

“you awake, sweetheart?” eddie’s smooth voice crawls into your ear and you feel a hand on your thigh, your breath hitched at the feeling.

‘shit.’ you open your eyes slowly, pretending to just wake. you fake a yawn, testing your ankle as you stretch, “h-has the rain stopped?” you try to smile, wincing in pain.

eddie sits back onto his heels, putting your hurt foot onto his thigh. “no, the rain doesn’t seem like it’ll stop for a while…” he looks at you, eyes filled with worry. you try to pull back, but he grips your calf. “ankle still hurts?”

“y-yeah, but it’s fine. i think i can walk now.” you try to move, but eddie keeps his hold firm.

“no, it’s not safe.” he shakes his head. he starts to massage your ankle and you feel tears start to fall. he looks at you, worried. “hey, hey! it’s fine, just go back to sleep. i’ll wake you up when-”

“NO.” you start to hyperventilate, using your other leg to shove eddie off by the shoulder. he falls onto his butt in surprise. “i want to leave. now. i am going to leave now and-and you can’t stop me.” you grip the wall, pulling yourself up. eddie’s face wilts, hurt painting his face.

“i know you’re scared. i’m sorry.” he stands up, turning away from you to face the entrance. “i really would’ve rather done this when you were asleep.”

“done- done what?” you carefully move along the wall, keeping your distance. you pause as you see black tar start to envelop him. “what the fuck…” you watch as the black goo completely encases him, your head tilts up as the creature towers over you.

“hello, pretty.” it turns to look at you, giving you a sharp toothy grin. “our dear eddie was keeping you all to himself…” he stalks towards you, you limp back. “but at the end of the day, there is nothing eddie loves more than to share… with me.” he leans forward and you cower.

“p-please don’t. p-please don’t k-kill me.” a sob rips out of you as the creature opens his mouth. it barks out a loud laugh.

“i will not kill you.” his tongue stretches out to lick up your face, tasting your tears and leaving behind saliva. you shiver at the feeling. it grins as it’s face opens up. you watch eddie’s eyes shine with glee, “we am going to make you feel very, very, very good.”

[aceoflove]

Love Letters from Lemoore (Husband! Bob)

Word count: 732

Warnings: None

Pronouns used: She/her

I was bored and wrote this during a road trip :)

Everybody could see the smitten look on the shy WSO’s face as he reads a letter, about three pages long. As he leans against his hand against his cheek, he turns to the next page. Her writing was so familiar and even though they call last night, he always treasured her letters, the words making his heart flutter a little more.

He had to leave is darling wife and daughter behind 5 months ago, as he was called back to ‘Top Gun’ and his heart ached to see them again. But he must be strong, and do his job, as much as it hurts his heart. They try to call as often as they can, so he isn’t absent from their lives, but he always looked forward to her letters, sometimes they declare her love, and other times there is a drawing from his daughter.

Across the hanger, the others watched him, intrigued by the letter in his hand.

“He’s got heart eyes.” Hangman turns to his friend Javy with a chuckle.

“I know. Maybe it’s from his girlfriend?”

His co-pilot suggests as he sees the WSO chuckle. Hangman can’t help but tilt his head, grinning at ‘Baby on Board’, always looking for a new thing to tease him about.

“She must be like 100 years old if she’s still writing letters.”

A round of chuckles is heard in the group as Bob folds up the letter, putting it in the pocket over his heart as Mav enters, calling them to attention.

“How is Grandpa doing?”

He rolls his eyes. Ever since they saw him reading the letter from his wife, Hangman insists on calling him Grandpa, since clearly it must be an old lady writing to him. Phoenix promised him they would drop it after a week or two, but after a month of teasing, he was getting sick of it.

“Fine thanks.”

Hangman’s strong hand pats him on the back as he takes another swig from his beer, taking a seat next to him. It’s a typical Friday night at the ‘Hard Deck’, all the Navy pilots and WSOs alongside other people in the town all gathering around as the juke box plays old tunes, people dancing and drinking and having fun.

He really was trying to enjoy himself, but with his little girl’s 3rd birthday in a few days, and his leave being rejected, he can’t help but feel down. He had already called his wife, apologising about 1000 times as she kept insisting it was okay. But he heard her disappointment, the way she was saying it was okay.

It had been 6 months since he had been able to see them in person, and it would take a few more months until he got approval for them to move here with him.

A low whistle escapes the man next to him.

“Babe at 10 o’clock.” He points out to all the guys and to no surprise they looked.

“I bet I could get her number in 10 minutes.” “Yeah right Bagman!”

He rolls his eyes. As much as he enjoys seeing Hangman bomb with women at the bar, today he couldn’t even look in the direction of this woman, too distracted by his own.

“You sure Hangman? She has a kid with her.”

Phoenix walks behind them, leaning against the back of Jake’s chair. As he looks up at Hangman’s face, he could see the confidence slipping, but he tries to hide it with a smirk.

“I’m sure.”

“Good cause she’s coming over here.”

Bob finally turns his head to take a quick glance at Hangman’s next victim, but he stops, almost dropping his apple cider.

With out a thought he stands up, a stupid, dopey grin growing on his face as the little girl sees him first.

“Daddy!”

She points towards Bob and the woman holding her looks up, and the family wore matching grins.

“Huh. Bob?”

He starts pushing through his coworkers and getting to his girls.

“Hi Bobby.”

His wife’s coy grin told him all he needed before he leans in and presses a soft kiss against her forehead, then taking his daughter in his arms. The world around them was drowned out as they held each other, a smitten grin on Bobs face told Hangman all he needed. But that didn’t stop Phoenix and her sass.

“For 100, she is gorgeous.”

also happy birthday to sunny the bob floyd lover

[jcollinswrites]

I wrote 3600 words of code today. Almost 1000 lines. Just code. For the quick character creation option that you'll be able to use to skip straight to CH3.

It literally took me all day. I feel like this now:

But, guess what my new favorite line is...

[meetmypointlessaddiction]

December Fic Day 3 ~ Cold

Did I forget to write something for today? Yes. Did I remember at approximately 7:34PM? Yes. Have I just wrote almost 1000 words in 20 minutes? Absolutely which means this could be a load of absolute crap as it has not been checked and is being published as soon as I fiinished the final sentence. DECEMBER FIC DAY 3 LETS GO!

Summary: You get sick but luckily Logan is there to help.

Warnings: the only one really is the mention of reader being ill but apart from that I think that's it

Pairings: again pretty sure this is suitable for everyone (fem!reader/male!reader/gn!reader) but I am still new to writing anything other than fem!reader so any pointers are greatly appreciated.

Enjoy and please like and comment if you do. Something as simple as an emoji literally makes my day better so please don't hesitate to comment and obviously reblog to share my work.

December Masterlist

It wasn’t fair. How on earth was the man with literally metal on his bones a human furnace? Logan was never cold… like ever. Bit of rain? The man walks out of the house in his trademark jeans and white wifebeater. A fucking snow blizzard like today? The man was walking around your cabin in nothing but his plaid pyjama pants, ones that you had bought to match with him but right now you were too cold to think about wearing anything other than what you were currently in. 

Two pairs of thick fluffy socks, a pair of thermal leggings underneath a pair of Logan’s sweatpants, one of his wifebeaters under one of your Christmas jumpers underneath Logan’s X-men sweatshirt and you were still cold. “Logan I swear to all that is holy! You complain that it’s too warm one more time and I will lock you out of the house in the fucking snow storm.” 

“Baby I’m sweatin’ my ass off here, come on. That pile of wood has got to last us the rest of the month, not the rest of the damn night.” Logan protested, trying to take the stack of wood back into the garage, the same wood that you were trying to throw onto the fire to keep yourself warm. Eventually, he managed to fight you off (by promising to follow you up to bed and keep you warm himself) but you were still annoyed. No matter how much wood you threw on the fire or how many layers you put on your body, you were still freezing. 

Logan managed to get you upstairs and into bed, wrapping you up in all the blankets he could find and holding you close to his chest, pressing gentle kisses to your forehead to try and cheer you up. “You’re burning up, love.” 

“I am not burning up. If I was burning up then I wouldn’t be cold would I smartass?” You quipped, cuddling closer into him, pulling the blanket further over your shoulders and your hat further over your ears. “I really think I’m dying Logan. There is no way that I should be staying this cold. It’s scientifically impossible.” 

“Well it’s not bub because it’s happening to you so it’s possible. Now, I’m gonna go and get some painkillers and the thermometer. I’m starting to think you’re under the weather, baby.” He said, climbing out of bed and tucking the blankets further around you, trying to trap the heat in. 

~~~~~~~~~~

Twenty minutes later, Logan came back into the room carrying a bowl of steaming hot chicken noodle soup, a bread roll, a packet of painkillers and a mug of tea. “Here we go love. If we can’t warm you from the outside let’s try and warm the inside hmm?” He began spooning mouthfuls of soup into your mouth, careful not to burn your tongue and you realised then that you couldn’t fall anymore in love with your boyfriend. 

“I love you. You know that right? Like seriously I am so deeply genuinely in love with you that I actually fear it’s unhealthy.” You confessed to Logan and the man just chuckled, helping you shuffle closer to him under the sheets as he placed the now empty bowl on his bedside table. 

“I love you too, bub. Now come on, try an’ get some sleep. You ain’t never gonna get better if you’re not resting.” He told you sternly and you nodded, ready to sleep and wake up feeling rejuvenated but then you had a terrifying thought. 

“Oh my God!” You yelled and Logan almost jumped out of his skin as he shot out of bed, claws unsheathed as he looked for danger. 

“What? Where? What happened?” He asked quickly and you froze, unable to hold back the snort that left you. “What the hell are you laughin’ at? That ain’t funny, bub!”

“I didn’t mean to scare you, honey. I just… I just….” 

“You just what? Wanted to give an old man a heart attack?” He complained and you just rolled your eyes as he climbed back into bed with you, wrapping an arm around your waist and dragging you closer to him. 

“As if you wouldn’t just magically heal five minutes later anyway. Anyway, what if I’m ill at Christmas? Oh Logan you can’t let me be ill at Christmas!” You whined, burying your head further into his chest as the older man just began laughing. “It’s not funny! My Christmas will be ruined!”

“Baby, calm down, goddamn. You realise that there are still about three weeks left until Christmas? The chances of you staying ill for that long are extremely unlikely. And if, in the extremely unlikely chance that you are ill on Christmas, I’ll just bully Chuck into letting us time travel and experience the day again hmm?” He teased, knowing time travel was something that was best left alone. 

You laughed softly into his chest and he just pressed another kiss to your temple. “You’re right… I can’t get you sick can I?” YOu asked and Logan was quick to shake his head. “Good. Didn’t want to have to send you to stay at the school until I got better again.” 

“Baby you wouldn’t be able to get rid of me if you tried. Whether I was able to catch your cold or not, I wouldn’t be leaving you here alone while you were sick. Love ya too much for that.” He admitted, pressing another few kisses to your head and holding you closer to his chest. “Now sleep. You’ll be better soon, don’t stress about it.”

Dividers: @coolcatsgraphics

I'm also on A03 :)

The plot of this changed half way through due to sheer stress and panic of not having anything written for today so, if you notice it, no you didn't 💛

[romana-after-dark]

Roman's 1000 follower fundraiser game!

Hello friends!!!

I am so happy to see I have 1200 followers! Thank you so much everyone who got me here, old followers from when I first wrote The Wrong Way, to new followers with my Logan Howlett era, to everyone that know me from my main and followed me to dark fics! Words cannot express how much yall mean to me and how much the support I've gotten through the hard things means.

I want to do a celebration, but something that won't overwhelm me. I'm switching work stuff around, however, so I should have more time and be less exhausted and sad.

So I’m doing a fundraiser game!

The charity: I will be donating to my favorite charity, Smile Train. when I was 6, I saw an add for Smile Train and asked my mom if I could donate. My mom said we didn't have enough money to both donate, and do the yearly church fair, so I had to choose. Of course, I was 6 so I chose going to the fair. And I felt bad about that every since. So, my go to has always been Smile Train for charities ever since. When I was in middle school I saved every allowance for a year and did some extra chores to save enough for a whole surgery! Now, I'm not that ambitious this time bc I am in fact, poor. But I can set aside some for the needy. I considered doing Palestinian Children's Relief Fund, but I found out Smile Train actually partners with them so it works!

How it works: So, As y'all've probably noticed, I love music so much, that almost every title of a fic is either a song title or a song lyric. Sometimes I say it, sometimes I don't.

THROUGHOUT THE END OF NOVEMBER!

Look though my masterlist here or on my main, @romanarose. Find at least one fic titled after a song.

Send an ask with UP TO 5 Song title/fic title connections. No More. This is to allow everyone a chance, and to no overwhelm me.

One title = 100 words. You find 3 song titles? you get a 300 word blurb. find 5? 500! 500 is the limit.

If you send a fic title that has already been pointed out in an ask from another person, sorry, it'd not counted! (Unless I'm really feeling the writing). Send 4 titles but 2 have been used already? You get 200 words!

Send me what you want. it doesn't have to be dark! I'll make an exception. Characters I'll write for bellow!

For every fic title/ song reference, I will donate $1 to Smile Train! The more songs we can find, the more money they get (without overdoing my bank account. However Nov has extra friday which means more pay for me.) Questions you may have: "What if someone else said the fic title, but it was published and I didn't see it, or it's still sitting in your asks because you are always super fucking slow at doing these ROMAN" Yeah you're right I'm always slow at these. I guess you're SOL, buddy. If it's already sitting in my asks, I won't commit to adding it to your word count. BUT if my creative juices are flowing, I may have mercy

"What if all of my song titles I found have been used already?"

Well, frankly, I'll probably write you something still! I'm not mean.

"What if you didn't use a song title, but we find a song with it anyway?"

Well, that's up to my discretion. If it's a song I know that may have influenced the title subliminally I might count it! But if it wasn't in intentional thing, no guarantees. But Again, I'll be flexible.

"How are we supposed to know what goes on in your weird little old man head."

Uhhhhhhhhh bestie I dont even know what's happening in there!!!! Just have fun with it. See if you recognize songs or lines. It's okay

"What about chapters?"

Great Q, voice in my head! Since most fics I don't have chapter titles, I'll allow it! If I have a bonus chapter, or a chapter i just wanted to title and its a song, go ahead! Only exception is Rooms on Fire. Sorry, but i'm pretty clear those are intentionally all songs. It's too easy.

"$1 is per fic title is awful cheap."

Bestie my checkings over drafted today!!! I got it covered and figured out, this is just a little something I wanna do with LITTLE extra money but I still have debt I gotta work on it's tough out here!!!

Any more questions send them in! YOU HAVE UNTIL DECEMBER 1ST WHICH IS WHEN DEAD DOVE DECEMBER STARTS AGAIN!

Logan Howlett

any Triple Frontier boys sans Tom

Moon Boys

Wade Wilson

Kylo Ren

Scott Summers

Remy Lebeau (but not dark for him I can't see it. Will allow dark reader though!)

Tommy Miller

Javier Pena

Han Solo (no non con, maybe dub con)

Steve Murphy

And yes, I've said I'm done with Joel but I will allow for Joel this time because it's for charity and he pulls people in.

and although I've never written them, I'll write for the Bikeriders Cal, Benny, or Johnny but no non con. I'll play wit dub con, and dark reader

I will also write canon character x canon character, so if you want some Scogan or Johnny x Benny or FishBen, Im in! If a pairing is something I feel just doesn't lend itself to the scenario you give me, I might tweek it. Everything is up to my discretion!

I will also write crossovers!

And I will write any of my oc's and anything in universe. So fen, if you wanna read you and Lorenzo go crazy! If you want a blurb shipping Scott and Dolly in OGS, just ask!

Open to it all

This is my little celebration my rules and discretion, but I want this to be overall fun!!! Just a good ole time! Don't take it too seriously, and we'll raise money in the mean time!

[ranhaitanisgf]

Congrats on 2k 🎉. Can I have headcanons of “girl next door” and “going on a date in a flower field” with Senju. And they share their first kiss together. Fluff. Thanks.

— senju kawaragi [akashi] // girl next door // date in a flower field

[𖤐] me after going 500 words over once again lol. i couldnt help it though okay it was too cute to keep at just 1000 words....anywho. thank you for requesting this anon, and i hope the wait was worth it! enjoy my loveliessss xoxo

wc ; 1.5k+

masterlist || 2k masterlist

♡ a big smile stretched across your lips as you hefted open the window in your room; you already knew that your day was going to get better as soon as you saw senju’s face popping out of her own window, waving her arms crazily to try and get your attention. 

“senjuuu, what’s up?”  “do you wanna go somewhere with me today?! i found this amazing place that i think you’ll love!!” 

♡ you immediately agreed; how could you have said no to the excited look on her face? 

♡ she had given you exactly zero details though, so you weren’t exactly sure what to be getting ready for. whatever the circumstances though, you were very excited. sure, maybe it was a bad thing that you were hiding your feelings from your friendly neighbor, but it wasn’t like it was harming anything, so it was fine, right? 

♡ you threw some random things into a bag and hastily fixed your hair, checking your reflection in the mirror to make sure that you look alright. when you were satisfied, you hastily wrote a note down where you were going and stuck it on the fridge, exiting your house and looking around for senju. 

“boo!”  “hm? oh, hi! where are we going?” 

♡ senju groaned at your lack of reaction to her attempt at a sneak attack, grumbling about how you were supposed to act scared as she pulled your cheeks, stretching them out with a grumpy look. you only laughed, her expression being quite cute as she pouted. she eventually stopped, grabbing your hand to drag you over to her bike, handing you a helmet as she preached about how you need to protect your head, (she brushed it off when you asked about her own head, saying that she would probably be fine). 

♡ you reluctantly put on the helmet after her insistence, although you were sure to let her know that next time you would not get on her bike if she also didn’t have a helmet. 

“you’re such a worrywart, (y/n)! do you reallyyy think i would do something stupid and get hurt?”  “yes.”  “what!?”

♡ you tried your best to act completely normal as you wrapped your arms around senju’s waist, but you couldn’t help the giddy smile that came from having physical contact with her, (you were just really glad that she couldn’t see you looking like an idiot). despite the fact that you wanted to pull a little bit closer to her, you refrained, going your best to keep a healthy distance between the two of you while still holding onto her. 

♡ it was a lot harder than you could’ve imagined; all the times she would speed through the light as it was turning yellow made you press closer to her than you were originally intending, but you figured if she asked about it that you would blame it on her driving skills. yeah, that’s it. 

♡ you had absolutely no clue as to where you two were going, and your curiosity increased tenfold when senju started driving out of the city limits. you didn’t ask any questions though, feeling a bit excited at being surprised by something. of course though, you didn’t get your hopes up too much. there was absolutely no way she felt the same about you, so you did your best to squash those thoughts before they could emerge. it wasn’t exactly working. 

♡ after another thirty minutes of driving, senju suddenly pulled over to the side of the road, slowing down and turning the engine off. 

“i almost missed it! that would’ve been bad, but anyways, we’re here! let’s go!”

♡ you hastily pulled the helmet off of your head, frantically running after senju as you tried to fix your hair. she had already began the journey to whenever she was taking you, her jogging somehow being a lot faster than your running, (serious, why was she so fast?). 

“we’re here!”  “wait for me, agh, ‘m so tired…woah.”  “right?! let’s go!!” 

♡ you had to stop and do a double take when you finally caught up with her; in front of you was the most wide and vast field of flowers that you had ever seen in your life. the most beautiful sight though, was seeing senju in front of you, waving at you to come and join her. the giddy smile that was on her face as she called your name was making your heart skip several beats, and you could only hope that she didn’t have some sort of super hearing as you walked over to her, trying to keep your eyes on the flowers instead of her. 

“isn’t it awesome, (y/n)?!”  “yeah, it’s super pretty!” 

♡ before you could say anything else, senju had plopped herself down onto the ground, picking some flowers from around her and laying them in her lap, urging you to join her with a blinding smile. 

♡ you hadn’t exactly been sure what she wanted to do in a flower field aside from admire it, but it was obvious now that she wanted to make flower jewelry. over the course of many hours, she did her best to teach you about how to weave the flowers into a flower crown, and how to make bracelets and necklaces. sometimes, she would get over excited and would stop explaining the steps, but she would immediately go back to helping you when she noticed your confusion in trying to copy her steps. 

♡ the day was coming to a close; the sky was filled with beautiful bursts of pinks and oranges, and despite the fact that it was gorgeous, it also meant that you and senju would have to leave soon. 

“aaand, there’s one last thing!”  “oh, what is it?”  “this!” 

♡ from behind her back, senju pulled out a tiny circle of small flowers, woven together to create a ring shape. with no words, she gently grabbed your hand, taking the flower ring and slipping it onto your ring finger. it was taking the most amount of resistance in you to try and not interpret it as something else, but you couldn’t help the quickening pace of your heart and the butterflies in your stomach. 

♡ when you heard senju giggling in front of you, you turned your gaze from the ring to her. you weren’t sure what she was laughing at, but you felt a bit of embarrassment anyways, hoping that you weren’t making a dumb face while you spaced out for a moment. 

“you’re so cute, (y/n)!”  “...don’t say things like that…”  “awh, why not?”  “it could make someone get the wrong idea.”  “i’m not trying to make you get the wrong idea though.” 

♡ the gleeful look on senju’s face was immediately replaced with a serious expression, her eyes suddenly seeming like they were staring into your soul. you swallowed, laughing a little nervously as you tried to figure out what she was saying. 

♡ before you could say anything more, senju had scooched closer to you, her knees moving to rest on top of yours as you leaned back a bit. it was all a little bit more than your heart could handle, and you were sure that if she came any closer you would explode. 

“well, i was more talking about if you said that to another person, they might think something different…”  “you’re the only one i would say that to, (y/n).” 

♡ she had you completely shocked now; your words stopped working. how were you supposed to respond to that? 

♡ senju, apparently, didn’t need any more words from you. her serious expression morphed into a playful one as she climbed onto your lap, pushing you down onto the soft bed of flowers and hovering above you. 

♡ your heart was now beating a million miles a minute, especially with her being directly above you and staring at you with such a soft look in her eyes. you didn’t dare to move; if this was a dream, you did not want to wake up anytime soon. 

♡ without another moment to think about anything else, senju suddenly leaned down right above your face, pausing for a moment and looking at you with a questioning look. when she was sure that you weren’t going to pull away, she gently slotted her lips against yours, seeming a bit hesitant as the two of you looked at each other. 

♡ when you finally realized you weren’t dreaming, you closed your eyes and brought your hand up to her head, threading your fingers through her hair and bringing her closer. senju’s hesitance was immediately thrown out the window at this; her lips moved against yours, feeling velvety soft and warm as her hand went to cup your cheek. 

♡ after a few moments, she pulled away, a warm smile on her face. you had no idea what kind of expression you had on right now; you couldn’t seem to control anything due to the pounding of your heart. senju suddenly flopped, dropping directly onto you and tucking her face into your neck. 

“i’ve been wanting to do that for so long.”

[callipraxia]

Things I Learned This Morning:

1) Using print instead of script, which would be faster but less tidy, I may hand-write not far under 1300 words per hour when things are going well. (The exact number was 1267 words)

2) My brain harbors an irrational hatred for the number 4 apparently? (I kept almost skipping it and having to go back and erase the little number above fourth words because I wrote 4 as 5, for instance, going straight from 223 to 225 before I caught myself.)

3) Taking a pencil and individually numbering every word you wrote takes a really long time.

4) Apparently my brain also cannot handle writing a series of numbers that consistently go above two digits. I transpose digits, forget the first digit, write 8 instead of 3, write 5 instead of 8, write 2 instead of 9….I made it through the first 1000 but counted the remainder in blocks of 1-100 in the interests of staying tolerably sane.

5) My print is indeed much more legible than my script, but also, oww, my elbow feels like it’s about to crack right now and my hand feels all twisted up inside, ow ow ow.

(Backstory: I’ve been stuck in a rut for a while, so I decided to say “what the heck” and try to force myself to write a rough draft of one of my fanfic ideas for NaNoWriMo. I’m printing because I am currently Resolved to write a complete rough draft and then revise it, all before posting anything. Then, in theory, I’ll post it by chapter on an actual *posting schedule*. However, since I have never managed to muster the kind of discipline needed to keep working on a project nobody has seen and praised some part of for that long in my entire life…we’ll see. Plus, it might be easy enough to make it to the word count minimum today, but I only just finished the setup phase of the first scene, getting Pacifica from “the alarm clock rang” and through “Pacifica reflects on what mornings in Northwest Manor were like compared to her new life” to the point of “Pacifica has gotten out of bed.” That kind of writing is super-easy for me, but the kinds where things actually happen can be…much slower going. Which means I’ll have to apply even *more* discipline to make quotas on some days. So basically I, a deeply scattered and undisciplined person, am basically attempting to overhaul my personality for at least a month, lol. Wish me luck, folks….

For my GF peeps, I hope that you’ll enjoy the results if this project does amount to anything, even though it is a bit of a departure from my ‘usual’ material. You see, I have a lifelong, deep-seated love for books set in schools/based around school years, and I have decided to combine that with my desire to write some post-canon material. We’re picking up very shortly after the finale, with the first day of school in Gravity Falls - the Pineses should have some involvement, here and there, but mostly via phone and Internet. I’m sufficiently addicted to the “greater scope” that I don’t think I‘ll end up with something that is purely YA or a “girls’ book,” but it will involve focusing on more girls and therefore “girl stuff” than canon/anything I have written previously - Pacifica, Wendy, and Candy are all projected to be narrators, with Grenda also at least being an important character and possibly a fourth narrator. Compare to FWJB, where the narrators consisted of ten dudes, Bill, and Mabel…and although I put him in his own category, Bill does seem to use he/him pronouns when interacting with English-speaking mortals, and so one could very reasonably argue that the narrators consisted of eleven dudes plus Mabel. Soos may well get some narrator time, but this one also seems on course to primarily focus on the kid characters. Gulp. We’ll see how it goes….)

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Cruelty is all the Republicans have left

Thom Hartmann

August 24, 2024 5:55AM ET

Rep. Marjorie Taylor Greene (R-GA) speaks to members of the press on the steps of the House of Representatives at the U.S. Capitol on May 8, 2024. (Photo by Kent Nishimura/Getty Images)

During the 1950s, Republicans were the party that promoted labor unions, Social Security, and a top 91% income tax bracket and 70% estate tax on the morbidly rich. Dwight Eisenhower successfully campaigned on what we’d call a progressive agenda for re-election in 1956.

During the Reagan years, Republicans embraced Milton Friedman’s neoliberalism with its free trade, opposition to unions, ending free college, and tax cuts for the fat cats. They called themselves “the party of new ideas.” They may have done more harm than good, but for most Republicans it was a good-faith effort.

Today, they’ve pretty much given up on all of that. All they have left is cruelty.

When Governor Tim Walz gave his heartwarming acceptance speech Wednesday night here at the DNC in Chicago, his son Gus was caught on camera proudly proclaiming, through tear-streaked eyes, “That’s my dad!”

The response from Trumpy Republicans was immediate: Ann Coulter wrote, “Talk about weird.” Rightwing hate jock Jay Weber posted, “Meet my son, Gus. He’s a blubbering b---- boy. His mother and I are very proud.” Trumpy podcaster Mike Crispi ridiculed Walz’s “stupid crying son,” adding, “You raised your kid to be a puffy beta male. Congrats.” Another well-known podcaster on the right, Alec Lace, said, “Get that kid a tampon already.”

Compassion for a learning-disabled child is dead on the right: all they have left is cruelty.

Ronald Reagan helped shepherd through Congress the most consequential border bill in American history, and when it needed updating Oklahoma’s Republican Senator James Lankford worked with Democrats to update it in a meaningful way. Trump demanded Republicans kill the legislation, invoking the memory of his tearing over 5,500 babies away from their mothers and trafficking them into fly-by-night “adoption” schemes (around 1000 are still missing) and his demand that the border patrol shoot immigrants in the legs.

Trump’s acolytes in Congress don’t even pretend any more to have a border policy: all they have left is cruelty.

Stephen Miller and 16 Republican state attorneys general are suing for the right to tear apart about a half million American families because at least one member of their family has brown skin and is not yet a US citizen.

Their hatred has almost no limit because all they have left is cruelty.

President George HW Bush worked with Soviet leader Mikhail Gorbachev to unwind the USSR in the hope of creating a democratic Russia. Neither expected Vladimir Putin to turn that nation into a virtual concentration camp where gays are routinely murdered, child pornography is legal (and they’ve kidnapped over 700,000 Ukrainian children), and dissenters are tortured, poisoned, and sent to brutal Siberian gulags. Donald Trump celebrates Putin, calling his invasion of Ukraine “genius” and “savvy,” handing Putin’s ambassador a western spy and top-secret information in his first month in office, and trying to abandon America’s traditional role as a moral leader in the world.

Trump’s GOP has abandoned our founding principles: all they have left is cruelty.

During the 2020 election, Trump followers tried to run a Biden/Harris campaign bus off the road in Texas, threatening to kill the occupants (which they believed included Kamala Harris). A crazed Trump supporter broke into Nancy Pelosi’s home and attacked her 82-year-old husband with a hammer. Trump tweeted a picture of the bus being attacked, writing below it, “I LOVE TEXAS!” and repeatedly makes jokes about the attack on Pelosi, as if to encourage future attacks on the families of other Democratic politicians. Most recently, Donald Trump posted a picture on social media of Joe Biden tied up in the back of a pickup truck with a bullet hole in his forehead.

Not a single elected Republican (as best as I can find with a pretty thorough web search) has condemned any of these, because all they have left is cruelty.

Florida Republican Governor Ron DeSantis turned down federal money that would have fed 2.1 million low-income children in his state; he was one of 13 Republican governors to do the same, in a nation where one in seven children — over 11 million every year — go to bed hungry.

We are literally the only developed country in the world with a massive child hunger problem because all Republicans have left is cruelty.

When President Obama succeeded in passing and signing the Affordable Care Act, it offered every state funds to expand Medicaid to give healthcare coverage to all their low-income citizens with the federal government covering 90% of the cost. To this day, ten states under Republican control have refused to accept the money, leading to millions of preventable illnesses and early deaths.

Republican states could have joined all the Blue states and every other developed country in the world by providing universal healthcare, but refuse to because all they have left is cruelty.

When a 10-year-old girl was raped and impregnated, Republicans like Congressman Jim Jordan, Governor Kristi Noem, Fox’s Tucker Carlson and Jesse Waters, and Ohio Attorney General Dave Yost ridiculed the claim. When the rape and pregnancy were proven and the girl fled Ohio to a state where abortion was legal to terminate the pregnancy, Indiana's Republican Attorney General Todd Rokita promised to launch an “investigation.”

Rokita didn’t investigate the rape, however: he instead went after the physician who performed the abortion. Because cruelty is all Republicans have left.

When Donald Trump lost the 2020 election by seven million votes, he sent a violent mob against the US Capitol. As they tried to murder the vice president and speaker of the house, covered the walls of the building with feces and defaced priceless paintings, Trump gleefully watched on live television for over three hours while refusing to call in the national guard or take any other meaningful action.

Five civilians and three police officers died as the result of his sending that murderous mob because all he and his GOP have left is cruelty.

This week Americans saw Democrats display compassion, care, respect, and reverence for our democracy. We saw the best of this country, hope for the future, and actual plans to improve the lives of Americans.

Last month, in sharp contrast, we watched the Republican convention and saw, instead, a cavalcade of anger, bile, grievance, hate, and, of course, cruelty.

Because cruelty is all Republicans have left.

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[she-posts-nerdy-stuff]

Day 3 of falling back in love with my book

Question of the day: Do I need to go back to absolute basics of planning?

Answer: Almost definitely

I really wish I had a big whiteboard; I love my timelines and everything online but sometimes you just wanna draw everywhere with randomness instead of typing, yk?

So I think the reason I have such a problem with the opening is because the plot feels more like a sequence of events strung together simply because they're happening to the same people instead of like... an actual plot. I think I need to completely pull back and redo an entire timeline and mindmap and everything (this is where the whiteboard would be helpful, but I already use milanote and now I'm throwing freeform into the mix and I think both are very good for mindmapping) so I had a look at some of that today, and I also wrote a new like very first couple of pages, like just over 1000 words that I'm pleased with but also, if I go through with them, do mean massive restructuring of mc's backstory but hey, maybe that's what she needs, I'm very much letting it carry me wherever it wants to go and having an experiment.

I also had an exam and did about 4 hours of studying today so I think this will be all for now, but still pleased ☺️

Questions always welcome! (process/ premise/ world/ characters/ industry/ pretty much anything I guess)

[epersonae]

Tagged by @adickaboutspoons - thank you!

Rules: Go to your published works on AO3 and list the first fic you ever published there, the last fic you published, any fic that you wrote for a fandom/ship only once, your favorite fic you wrote in the fandom/ship that has the most works, the fic you wish more people read, the fic you agonized over the most, the fic that sprang fully formed from your mind without any effort, and a work you are proud of—for whatever reason. <3

First fic - A week at a day spa, which is the first fic I ever wrote, and the first time I'd written any fiction in years. It was a bit of an experiment, right before I became completely obsessed with my rarepair. I don't love it, but I don't hate it either. I'd be tempted to take another run at that moment from another direction after everything else I've written.

Last fic - end up several worlds away, the missing scenes companion to for the benefit of all the broken hearts. I just added a chapter with Stede seeing Mary's art for the first time. At the moment, this is my only active WIP; I have a partially written chapter in GDocs that I might work on again soon.

Only fic for a fandom/ship - The dead and the living, my one and only Star Trek (TOS movies) fic. During my time between TAZ and OFMD, I got into a Star Trek Slack and we have done watch parties for a bunch of the movies. somewhere in my head/gdocs I have the start of a long heavy fic about Khan's wife, but this little piece just kind of popped into my head after we watched Star Trek III. I love Carol Marcus a lot.

Favorite fic in the fandom with the most works - Did I really write one hundred and fifty fics for The Adventure Zone????? I sure did. Obviously I have to pick The Reckoning Arrives, which is my longest fic in any fandom, the fic that Ryn and I worked so hard on, the fic that kinda saved my life. But also I was poking through some of my other TAZ fic, and there's actually quite a few of them I still love, but The Woman Who Wasn't There is a fave as far as fics that aren't in my larger continuity. (readers of for the benefit of all the broken hearts will notice a theme about bringing the wife back into the story, which I hadn't really considered until today.)

Fic I wish more people read - another one I found while poking through old TAZ fics: Don't forget to remember. NGL, it's kinda fucked up, but at least it's short? But it's just a tight little story about coping and trauma and memory, and honestly it gave me an outlet at a time when I really needed it. Of my Our Flag Means Death fics: probably the whole devil's threeway series, which is about to be completely decanonized and I'm totally okay with that. I still think I got a vibe that I'm really pleased with and it ended up being the only reunion that I've written, which I think is genuinely funny.

Fic I agonized over the most - for the benefit of all the broken hearts, which I agonized over in so many ways. both in terms of WHAT AM I EVEN WRITING HERE and in the actual work of writing (and the bonkers choice to not name the protagonist in the text), and then in the actual work of editing. I put the most effort into this of literally anything I've ever written in any medium for any purpose.

Fic that sprang fully formed - nice either way, aka the beard fic, which I wrote over the course of a single afternoon driving along the Columbia River Scenic Highway (that was a weird week). Although to be honest, I would say almost any fic less than 1000 words is likely to have sprung fully formed, especially a lot of my earlier TAZ works when I was kind of continuously writing. (Again: 150 works)

A work I'm proud of - it really does have to be for the benefit of all the broken hearts, I worked my ass off on that one and it occupied my whole brain for several months. It was a wild thing to attempt to do, both as a story and as a technical challenge, and I'm so pleased with how it turned out.

Tagging (as always, no pressure but have fun with it!) - @naranjapetrificada, @nekosd43, @gaypiratebrainrot, @mxmollusca, @oatmilktruther, @emi--rose

[library-ghoulette]

Hi again, I’m the anon from last night raving about your chapter 1! I just caught up (I tried to take breaks in between chapters to savor it) and WOW! Your writing is beyond magnificent, you write Copia like a dream (and all the other characters so well), the world building is insanely good, and I just LOVE Beatrice. Thank you again for this incredible story, the holidays are hard for me, and having an ongoing fic to look forward to is such a silver lining! Thank you thank you for the time & energy you’re putting into this story!

This almost made me cry actual tears of happiness at my desk today. Thank you!! I feel so honored??

I'm glad that you love Beatrice. She's definitely going to do some annoying things as the plot progresses, but she learns and grows, so I hope you'll stick it out with her as she struggles.

And Copia is a dream to write, honestly. I just love him so much and have so many ideas of cute (and emotional and sexy) situations I want to put him in!

I really don't think I can overstate how much your feedback means to me. Not too long ago, I felt like I had lost my voice and ability to express myself, thought that I had nothing of value to say and would probably never write fiction of any kind ever again. Especially not for others to see. Writing for this fandom has been a huge part of coming back to a creative life for me, and knowing that it's touching others even in small ways honestly astounds me and feels really wonderful. I had even been struggling with perfectionism over the next chapter, and then tonight I sat down and wrote over 1000 words of it, so thank you for the confidence boost and the motivation!

I feel you about the holidays, too. It can be such a rough time. To be honest, I'll probably be writing for escapism through a lot of it, so I'll be right there with you. Sending you love and solidarity. 💜

[momoiiiyume]

1000 Days with You

Today, on July 10th 2024 is my 1000th day I spent yume-ing with Limbo. It's crazy to think it's gotten this long, but I'm very glad it's happened! So, to celebrate, I wrote out five shorts with various limri aus. There are some that I hadn't made public and some I hadn't made in a long time, but I love every one of them. Here are there fics and here's to forever with limri!

_________ ׂׂૢ་༘࿐_________♡ ͎. ｡˚ 　　°

to encourage

royalty au (arranged marriage: prince x princess) wc: 397

It’s not the first time she’s made a public speech addressing her citizens. But for some reason, the moment she woke up, the nerves in her body had gone haywire. Of course, to the outside, Queen Risa appeared normal and calm. She’d woken up, got ready, ate her breakfast and was dressed in her most formal dress. 

Now, about 34 minutes until her formal address, the anxiety had heightened to the max. She’s not entirely sure she’s ready for it. It would be an outrage if she just ran and escaped this, where no one could find her. Her hands were clammy under her white satin gloves, and the royal paper in her hand would probably slip out of them. 

As much as her father, the previous ruler of Hamal, was strict and overbearing at times, she admits he helped her on one or more occasions when she was just the Crown Princess. But now he’s not here anymore; he laid waste six feet under after he was assassinated for his war crimes. She would be on her ow–

“Are you ready, Your Majesty?” The kind voice spoke behind as someone approached her, taking her out of spiralling thoughts. Risa swallowed saliva and turned around to find King Limbo Fitzgerald beside her with his signature cool smile. Suddenly, she felt almost better, but the anxiety in her heart still beats her.

She peered down to the ground and wondered if she should come clean to him about her worries. They’d been married for two years. Limbo always knew what to say to make her happy, but she feared it would burden him too much.

“Um, sort of… I just…” The words on her tongue were lost; there was no way to explain them without crying. But before tears could fall, Limbo approached her and held her face, carefully trying not to ruin her makeup. “Don’t worry, Risa. You’ll be fine. If it’s too much for you, you can squeeze my hand. I’ll be right beside you.” Her mouth opened, and her eyes became wet because how dare this man make her cry. Damn her makeup, she’ll just fix it later. “Limbo…” She muttered, sniffling. The man smiled and kissed her to boost her confidence. “I’m with you always, Risa.”

She nodded, and the butterflies in her stomach flew calmly.  “Thank you, Limbo… I love you so much.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

on the cheek

hybrid au (human x bunny hybrid) wc: 426

“Is there anything you want at the market, Risa?” Limbo asks as they stroll along a special street market that had opened a few days ago. The bunny hybrid surveys the various stalls and booths, wondering what to eat. Everything looked so good.

Risa had just gotten out of her heat period and now felt like her usual self. After a heat, hybrids need to eat to get their energy back. So, Limbo took her to this market as a treat. In hindsight, he’s still wary about taking her out of the penthouse because there were still people after her, but he had security all over the place, so it should be okay for her. Plus, she’s been cooped up inside for too long and needs fresh air. 

“Mmm, I’d like a sandwich!” She points to a stall nearby that serves sub-style sandwiches. He looks over and smiles. “Good choice. I’ll get a sandwich as well.” 

The two ordered their sandwiches; Risa got a vegetarian one, while Limbo got a mix of everything. Risa was always astonished at how much Limbo ate. She’d love to try what he got but could only eat non-meat items due to her diet. While sitting on a bench as they ate, Risa quietly ate her sandwich, but her eyes were kept on him the entire time. She wasn’t really jealous. No.

“Hm?” Limbo felt her eyes on him and looked at her. “Are you–Oh.” His lips curve into a smile, which only further confuses Risa. “What’s wrong?” She inquires, worried. That smile of his only smelt like trouble. “Hold still, bunny.” He says before he leans down towards her. And she felt something wet touch her cheek. Her ears rose in surprise, and her hand immediately went on her face to feel the wet thing after Limbo pulled away. “Limbo?!” She gasped, stunned as she saw him laugh. “What did you do?” 

“You had something on your cheek, so I cleaned it off for you.” He explained it so casually that he went back and took a bite of his sandwich; his smile remained. She looked at him curiously but couldn’t help but grumble at him. He always was forward with her, but she didn’t mind it one bit. If she thought about it, it felt more like a kiss than something to wipe off. He could’ve just used a napkin, but he went and used his lips; she felt his tongue too…

They’d never kissed before, but she always did wonder what that would feel like.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

on the neck

modern fantasy (vampire prince x human nun) wc: 642 words

Risa ambles down the stairs as Limbo’s familiar cat, Max, leads her into his secret base. It’d been a month since she’d seen her vampire boyfriend, and that was because of one thing: hibernation. He’d been heavily injured after that sudden attack from the villagers, so he’s been recuperating for the month. Risa had no idea why he was attacked like that or how. She always thought he was indestructible. Did someone have a stake or something, but he managed to get away before the final blow? Risa shuddered to even think about it. She’d hoped it wouldn’t come to that.

Max brings her to one final door, and she gulps. She felt a bit nervous about seeing him, but she really had no reason to feel such things. That was her boyfriend on the other side of the door. Nothing’s changed. With one final mental push, she opens the door and sees a coffin in the middle of a dark room, only lit by two torches on the wall. 

She walks in, approaches the coffin, and pushes off the wooden cover. It lands on the other side of the coffin, with dust flying off it. Risa coughs as a result, but her eyes see Limbo’s sleeping form inside. Upon inspection, he was very much recovered and at his normal self. There was not a scratch or cut on his perfect pale skin. But he was still unconscious. Max told her it was time he woke up.

“Meow!” Max purrs, rubbing against her legs. “Meow!!” 

“What?! I have to do that?!” Risa exclaims, her eyes pop in surprise, grumbling at Max’s instructions. Despite being unable to speak, Risa had no problem understanding him. Perhaps Limbo had something to do with it. “You can’t be serious, Ma—”

“Meow~”

The nun stared at the cat briefly and then at Limbo. Her eyes went back to Max. “Fine. I’m only doing this because I miss him and want to talk with him again. This is really embarrassing, Max.” The cat only trills, licking its paw. She went up to him with her heart beating against her chest. She swallowed spit before lowering himself and placing her lips on his neck, giving him a small kiss. 

She pulled away to see if anything happened. No reaction from him. “Do I have to go again?” She looked at Max again, but he was already out the door. Huh? Did he not care for his master? Risa turned towards Limbo, murmuring to herself, before going to his neck, pressing her lips firmly on it. However, she didn’t expect hands to grab at her and pull her into the coffin; she shrieked in the process, and it felt like her heart fell. 

“Limbo!!” She shouts, embarrassed, seeing her boyfriend awake and laughing. Her face couldn’t be more red. “Limbo…” 

He smirked, staring at her with mischievous eyes. “I didn’t think you’d do such a thing, especially when I’m unconscious, Risa. If I didn’t know better, I’d think a hunter is attacking me.” He pushed her closer to him, kissing her cheek before going down her neck. “I-I wasn’t… Max told me to do this to wake you up…!” She explains, trying not to succumb to his kisses. “Max?” He echoes. “You didn’t have to do that. I just wake up naturally. But it’s cute of you to do that.” He kissed her again.

Risa wanted to get off him, but he was way stronger and sturdier than her, keeping her in place. “I knew I shouldn’t have listened to him….” She grumbled under her breath and then let out a deep sigh. Limbo sat up with Risa on his lap. “Regardless, thank you for waking me up. I’m glad the first thing I saw was you.” He says in a low tone, wrapping arms around her in an embrace.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

out of anger

university au (fratboy x nerdgirl) wc: 481

When she sees him in her special corner of the library, her eyes narrow and glower, she clutches the books in her arms, making her knuckles white. She had asked him not to see her for the rest of the day, but he wasn’t listening.

Hot on her heels, Risa storms towards him, wanting to give him a piece of her mind. “Excuse me, Limbo.” She says with a bite, and that got his attention, but he wasn’t really affected by her demeanour. “Ah, the nerd is here. Finally.” He gives her his signature annoying smile.

“I thought I told you that you couldn’t see me. What part of that didn’t you understand?” Risa asks, her foot stomping in place. “Oh, I understood you, but I’m ignoring it. I want to see you and knew you’d be here.” He walks towards her, wrapping his arms around her tiny waist. She hates being so short compared to him, but at the same time, she’s strangely into it. “I know how much this place meant to you.” He whispers when he leant down, kissing the shell of her ear. 

Her body shakes with irritation as it also heats up within her; he really does whatever he wants. Well, she can, too.  She drops her books on the ground and grabs Limbo’s face, who is stunned to react. He watches her move his face closer to her and slots her soft, glossy lips on his, heated and aggressive. 

A second later, he smirked and pushed her onto the shelf behind her, getting the upper hand. The kiss breaks, making her gasp from the position change. “Li-Limbo?!” She manages to get out before he gets back in and kisses the life out of her, her hands clung onto his back, trying not to fall on weak knees. 

With lips smacking against each other, they couldn’t tear themselves away from each other, wanting to be so close they could mould into one being. Risa moans against his mouth when he slips a tongue inside her mouth and slides it against hers. 

Risa can feel his hardened length against her leg, and that gets her to pull away from him. All she sees from him when he peers at her with lustrous eyes is a shit-eating grin plastered on his perfect face. “I’m guessing you’re not mad at me anymore?”

The girl closes her eyes and sighs. “I’d just prefer a cancellation text when you can’t make a date, Limbo. I was pretty hurt when you chose basketball over me.” She pouts, her eyes well with pretty crystal tears. He can’t help but find her cute. “Jealous over basketball? How adorable, don’t worry. It’s you or nothing, Mendoza. You make me crazy.” He kissed her forehead and held her tight. 

Risa sighed in relaxation as she rested her head on his arms, feeling very safe with him.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

in secret

farm au (new hire x farmer's daughter) wc: 369

She should be fast asleep right now, but Risa found herself outside the house, sneaking through the farm and avoiding sleeping animals. She thought this was ridiculous, but this was the only time she and Limbo could meet. 

Limbo had gone out first so they wouldn’t rouse suspicions from her family, who were asleep. It was good her brothers weren’t here because if they were, they would bully her (and Limbo) to no end. She’d never hear the end of their relentless teasing and protectiveness. It was a sore.

Treading on the grass finally, she reached the swing at the back of her house, which thankfully didn’t have her parents’ bedroom window facing this way. She can see Limbo sitting on the swing, waiting for her with a smile on his face. “You’re here.” He says when she reaches her. 

“I am.” She replies, sitting beside him. “Sorry, I finally managed to get my parents to sleep after I did the chores.” She sighs, leaning against his shoulder. “I’m tired.” She says softly. It’s too bad for them they had to hide their relationship. As Limbo worked for her farm, she was technically his boss, but they met on a one-night stand and found out he’d be working here the next day.

The two were shocked but eventually found solace and love in each other and ended up dating secretly. Her father was overprotective and forbade his daughter from any romance. It wouldn’t help them if he knew she was dating their hire, so they kept it a secret.

“Hey, Limbo…” Risa cuts through the silent night; the swing swings slowly, caused by Limbo. “Hm?” 

“Kiss me.” 

He laughs, “Sure, but where did that come from?” 

“You know, it’s been days since we’ve hung out. Things have been busy lately. I miss you.” 

Limbo laughs again, bringing her close. “I miss you too. Yeah, things were busy, but it’s slowed down, and now we can be like this. Come here.” He pulls her onto his lap and kisses her softly, feeling Risa’s relaxed breath against his lips. They wish they could be open with their relationship, but for now, they can only be like this where no one knows.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

END.

[rise-my-angel]

i need you to know that whenever you're going "oh no ive written so much" i am cheering because ur writing absolutely FEEDS me from one day to the next, im actually trying to stop reading each chapter the night it comes out and ration it so i have something to get me through the rest of the week

I'm always going to feel bad, I write so much. Like what other fic writer on here writes as many words in each oneshot or chapter that I do? I just dump so much on you all and hope you don't lose interest (I still fail at that since people absolutely lose interest every new update dont you worry).

Like I have such a specific schedule, and even a word count minimum. I have to hit at least 5k each day, and the only days I allow myself to write less then that is if I have to write the final scene of the chapter and it comes up short.

Mondays and Tuesdays are always my big editing days, I comb through my work and change a bunch and sometimes add another 1000 word scene because I have self control issues. But the bulk of my main writing, meaning the meat of the chapter, is usually written Tuesday or Wednesday through Friday, and the weekend is half the first draft edit of that, and the other half is the final editing of the newest chapter to post. But sometimes like today, and I think last week too, I sat down and wrote like almost 8k in one single sitting alone.

And I expect people to read that? I feel so bad constantly posting such long works, it feels like I'm giving you all a chore. Theres a reason most fic writers on here don't put out weekly content in the obscene word count lengths I do.

People see my word counts and turn tail and RUN.

[junkratsloverat]

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*mark voice* ...hi. it's me. i'm not dead!

apparently my queue ran dry a while back and i didn't notice lol. but i'm still around, trying to be more active when i can c:

and! today's my birthday! so i wrote a rhys thing. he's been bouncing around in my head a lot lately, and i kinda needed a pick-me-up, so here he is :D ♥

length: 5366 characters ; 1000 words

warnings: none, pure fluff! ♡

Hannah rubbed her eyes and stretched. Feeling the empty bed next to her wasn’t that out of the ordinary, especially if he had somewhere he needed to be, but… this was different. She sat up to reach for her glasses, which were.. also gone. Nothing else on her nightstand had been touched, but in the spot where her glasses usually were lay a small pink sticky note.

Good morning, baby! I know it’s hard to see where this is going, but trust me, it’ll be worth it~

There were hearts drawn along the sides, with two small stick figures holding hands at the bottom. There was a second one underneath, which seemed like it’d been written a bit faster, and with a lot less art this time.

The next note’s in the bathroom. Couldn’t come up with a cute hint. :/

Hannah giggled, carrying both notes with her to their shared bathroom. Another doodle-covered note had been stuck to the light switch — You light up my life, angel.

There were two outfits picked out for her, the super comfy pajamas Rhys got for Christmas a few years ago were folded on the sink, and a more formal number had been hung up nearby. Two more notes were stuck to mirror:

Get ready and pick what kind of day we’ll have. We can stay in and be cozy, or go out and do whatever you want~

Hannah was almost too eager to go for the pj’s and comfy day in, she nearly missed the second note. It was up higher, closer to Rhys’s eye-level. I wish you could see yourself like I do, written in larger letters at the top, with a bunch of adjectives across the bottom. Soft (but strong). Funny. Kind. Beautiful…

Hannah bit her cheek, trying to hold back the wave of emotion rolling over her. She couldn’t cry on her birthday — not this early, at least.

As her morning routine continued, she kept finding more notes; most were hints about what to do next, but a handful of them were positive reminders. The same kind she used to leave for him back on Helios, when she’d been too shy to tell him how she felt.

The last one was stuck to one of their wedding pictures in the living room. Most of them had been formally taken, but this was one of the few candid ones Rhys had hung up. At the last second, Hannah had decided to smear his face with cake instead of feeding it to him, and Lor had gotten a picture of the second Rhys realized what happened. He had frozen in place, still holding his empty fork, staring at her. Hannah had her hand in front of her mouth to try and hide her laugh, her palm covered in frosting making it impossible to deny her guilt.

Thank you for 7 years of surprises. Hopefully you’ll like yours, too. Happy birthday, baby! All my love, Rhys

She giggled as she took the last note down. “Is the surprise my glasses?”

Looking around the living room, nothing looked out of place.. just a lot fuzzier than normal.

A small thud from the kitchen made her jump. As she got closer and the room became less blurry, she could make out breakfast made for two with her glasses sitting nearby, and a slightly distraught Rhys knelt down behind the island.

“C’mon, just… stay in the box,” he whispered. “Riiiiight.. there!”

Hannah snuck up behind him and tapped his shoulder, making him jump and quickly turn around. He was wearing the matching pajamas with an Atlas apron on top. There were small patches of flower in a few places, almost matching the one on his cheek. “Did you have to scare me like that? Geez..”

“S-sorry! Sorry, I just.. I was gonna thank you for these.” She held up the stack of sticky notes, and tiptoed to kiss his cheek. “You know I’m keeping all of them, right?”

He grinned, picking up her glasses and easing them onto her face. “You liked those?”

“’Course I do — they’re from you.” She smiled, nuzzling against his hand as he cupped her face. “So.. who were you talking to?”

“Your present! Well, one of your presents. But it’s the biggest one!” The box behind him seemed to move in protest, one corner now peeking out from behind him. “And, uh, apparently the most eager..”

“Maybe we should open it first, then?”

“Mmmh.. close your eyes first. It doesn’t really have a top, and I don’t want you peeking, so…”

Hannah nodded, closing her eyes and holding out her arms. “This ok?”

Rhys kissed her forehead. “Perfect. Just hold still.. and be careful.”

The box weighed more than she’d thought, but she didn’t flinch. Hesitantly, she opened one eye, then the other. A small white bundle of fluff stared up at her, its head slightly tilted, but it seemed to be smiling.

“Wh.. did you-”

“Woof!” The puppy decided to answer for itself, and hopped up to lick her cheek.

Hannah giggled, setting the box down and picking up the puppy itself. It looked like a cloud, except for the Atlas-red bow around its neck. “Hey, buddy. Where’d you come from, huh?”

“I promised I’d get you another one when you were ready, remember?” Rhys kissed the top of her head, one hand tracing small shapes across her back. “…aaaand I couldn’t say no to that face. She’s just so cute! Aren’t you?” He giggled, gently scratching behind the puppy’s ears. “Yes you are~”

Hannah nuzzled against the puppy’s fur, shedding a few of the tears that had been threatening to fall all morning. “Thank you, Rhys.” She smiled up at him, trying to wipe them away with the back of her hand. “Like I’ve barely been awake for an hour, and this is already one of the best birthdays I’ve ever had.”

Rhys grinned, pulling her in for a kiss. “And it’s just getting started~”

[wheredoiputthis]

The letter I needed to write...

I spoke to my therapist about you today. You’ve been in my dreams a few Sundays in a row and you slip in to them as easily as I slip in to my back to work anxiety. Just like in real life - you never do anything particularly interesting in my dreams: there’s no big argument, no confrontation, no dramatic scene. You are just there. Disapproving and spoiling my evening. Often, when you venture into my dreams, I try to make amends, or try to speak to you about how our friendship ended. But mostly I’m just filled with anxiety and whisper frantically to the person closest to me at the dinner table simply informing them of your presence.

Potentially, my subconscious brain is linking my anxiety to you. Plain old you. I think you made me feel anxious. You made me doubt my decisions, thoughts, feelings, intelligence, kindness. You pushed me to the edge of friendship in your strange ways. You always held the moral high ground and I always let you. I let you be mean to me, and rude. That was until I didn’t anymore. Then we simply never spoke again, and you disappeared.

The funny thing about how our relationship ended is that it had nothing to do with how you treated me. It was just that by sleeping with a mutual best friend’s (very recent) ex, I could clearly see how truly self-centered and unaware you really were of the hurt that you caused those around you. Our friendship was death by 1000 papercuts. However, it only truly ended because something else caught fire and our friendship went up in the blaze. I bet you still think you weren’t the one to blame.

You appeared to be the victim in all aspects of life. You made yourself out to be fragile, targeted and vulnerable. I think you truly believed this about yourself. I definitely did for a very long time. There’s no denying that you had your own issues. I am starting to think that maybe you exacerbated mine. I put myself in the firing line of your snippy, cruel and hurtful comments. Comments that were never harsh enough to be able to tell you off about. I never stood up for myself because I was worried about hurting your feelings, or because that’s ‘just the way you are’. I did so much damage to myself by allowing you to be so degrading to me, about me, about my partner. I took your word for almost everything and I didn’t doubt your friendship. I can see very clearly now how wrong I was. I think I knew all along.

I never wrote this letter because I didn’t want to be mean to you. I didn’t want to hurt your feelings. Now I can see this isn’t about hurting your feelings. It is about defending mine. You got away with being really cutting, demanding and selfish to people who cared about you and tried to help you. I hope you’ve changed. I hope you still aren’t treating people in the same way you treated me for nearly 10 years of friendship.

The wounds that you inflicted in me healed and those scars formed around my identity and my core beliefs about myself. You have had such a huge impact on my life and I resent that so much.

Please stay out of my dreams. I pandered to you in life. It has been ten years. I won’t pander to the memories of you anymore.

[team-free-will-oneshots]

lmao so my lil rest might end up going for longer than a week, just a heads up, i’m not gonna put an exact timeframe on it but i’ll try not to let it go for too much longer.

my brain has just basically decided to Stop Working lmao, i managed to write one (1) full oneshot over the past five days and that’s it, which isn’t that great for me, i used to be able to churn out one or more a day lol

anyway i’m chipping away at part 8 of the buried secrets series atm and wanna finish writing the whole series before putting out any more parts if i can, then there’s another series i’ve started writing that i wanna post once all of the buried secrets parts are posted. idk i’m just chipping away at things and slowly they’re getting done but i get rly rly anxious if i dont have at least like 10 finished works in my drafts and if i’m not at least three parts ahead in a series lol, atm i’ve only got part 7 done in my drafts and probably six finished works total in my drafts ?? but my brain is being Ultra Annoying and telling me that I Cannot Do Anything Right Ever and that my writing is Horrible and Only Getting Worse, to the point that i honestly can’t tell if anything i write is decent or shit anymore lmaoooo, so basically i’m trying to work through that and get the energy to actually write and go through my stories till i’m happy with them

idk sorry if this is tmi, basically just my brain Sucks and i have Zero Energy to do Anything Ever which is super fun

tl;dr: anxiety is Bad and i’ll be back to posting new content as soon as i can, but it might be another week or so, who knows, sorry

thanks for being patient with me, i’ll be back as soon as i can, much love to u