#i'll write these tomorrow ♥

[reginrokkr]

One of the things to keep in mind if we ever happen to ship, be it as a result of the development between or muses written or discussed (which I'm open to, even if I'm not too vocal about it) is that Dain has... a lot of baggage of his own, part of which makes him self-sabotage himself despite being a logic-driven individual because he does have moments of sentimentality and when they hit, they do hard and deeply.

[archivedcoach]

it's a good day to love @belasso, and a good day to remember there's no beard without ted ... or becoach without belasso. love you, trick <3 happy early birthday (i'll wish you birthday tomorrow i swear) but also i'm sappy. i met them within twenty four hours of making beard, and they're probably the biggest reason why this blog still exists. since ted lasso is ending, i just wanted to give them the biggest shoutout <3

[byanyan]

struggling to exist rn, so. idk man I'm kinda just lurking lmao

[docnefarious]

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[9thtail]

I'm super sleepy guys! Gotta go to bed —I'll have a busy day tomorrow. ♥

[amorfista]

"Beach lookout's nap"

The Dad Batch (and Omega) deserve a day of blissful relaxation, I don't think there's anyone out there who wouldn't agree!

While Tech is taking the best nap of his life [Part 1], Omega and Wrecker joined efforts to make the coolest sand-Tipoca city [Part 2] there is out there!

Echo and Hunter might have gotten concerned about the ruckus [Part 3] that these two started to cause...

Crosshair, on the other hand...?

He couldn't give a flying kark.

...or least that's what it would seem like.

Even through a slit of sight, nothing escapes the skillful sniper's eyes. Watching his brothers (and sister) from the distance, he peacefully swings on his hammock, a couple of meters above the ground and (hopefully) far away enough from the mischief that is, apparently, stirring among his siblings.

This state of bliss comes to a halt however, when the crackle of a comm breaks through the sounds of nature.

“Omega to Crosshair, come in Crosshair!”

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"For the love of the Maker", he thinks to himself.

Admitting his defeat, Crosshair opened his eyes fully and stared at the palm leaves above, casually spotting a palm weevil crawling over them within a split second.

He took a deep breath as he pressed the button of his own commlink, making sure to drag his words to let Omega know of his displeasure as he spoke:

"What do you want?"

TO BE CONTINUED!!!

Alright, alright, alright.

I know I said that I'd post a version with 1-2 tats and then the full body, but I just could NOT choose which tat to leave on😭 so now you get the zero tats as the "HC" version, and...

DON'T BE SHY, ZOOM THE HECK IN!

(also i know that he shouldn't have an ice vulture in this hc where he never left the batch so he never met Mayday, whoops)(SORRY FOR THE HUGE POST TOO)

This was so. Much. Fun. Not all the tats have a HUGE, INTRINCATE meaning but, honestly? I'm just SO HAPPY with the result.

Some of the tats are very pretty so, I thought I'd clean them up and show you guys! Might even make stickers in the future!

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@nobody-expects-the-inquisitorius THANK YOU TOO! for the ice vulture idea; I'll make a sketch for his back tomorrow!! ♥

@wwheeljack @freesia-writes the no-tat version is the og now XD

I'm very, very happy about the drawing. The colors and background were super fun to make. The perspective might be wonky but I don't mind, I'll get better at it eventually xD

I HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE IT AND AS PER USUAL, THANK YOU SOOO MUCH FOR THE FEEDBACK AND LOVE!!! 💗💗💗

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[forbebeandjam]

Heyyy!!! I love your works!!🌺

I was wondering if you could write a bully bada smut ?🎀

Fantasy | Bada Lee x Fem Reader | 21+

Summary: your bully makes you fantasize about things you shouldn’t.

Word count: 2.8k

Warnings: y’all this is a bully smut… please tell me you know what to expect 😭 still… Fingering, Spanking, etc. MDNI.

READERS DISCRETION IS ADVISED

A/N: whoever requested this… sorry for taking so long bby😭 hope you like it!!

~♥︎~

Being the quiet kid in school had always been beneficial. Sitting in the back where no one could interrupt your learning was perfect for you.

The teachers wouldn't call on you, and the majority of your classmates didn't even know of your existence and only looked at you when the rankings came in and you ended up in first place.

"Well... where did she even come from?" they would say as they looked at you.

Your long hair fell over your face and your uniform was not flattering to your body but no one ever saw that, until one day when you entered your last year of high school.

Your parents had to move due to work and you ended up going to a prestigious school. Once again, you remained invisible to everyone.

However, that didn't last for long when your uniform changed. This uniform made your curly figure more prominent to students and to the perverted male teachers.

The boys started to talk about how many boys had fucked you for your hips to look like that. Many bet that they could get you into their bed easily.

The girls talked about how much of a slut you were because of the way you wore your uniform. You even tried to wear pants but the uniform was still accentuating your figure and there was nothing you could do about it.

You were always oblivious to class rankings so you only did what you were supposed to. When the boys tried to hit on you you always pushed them away.

That was until you fell for one of the boys in your class. You couldn't help it. He was the only one that made you feel like you existed without even knowing it.

You texted him every day, helped him study, hung out at his house, and even sat with him during lunch. Many girls started to hate on you even more when they knew you were always with him but you didn't care.

One day during a study session, you went to the bathroom of his house, and when you were walking past a room with loud music playing. The door was wide open and you saw the class president, Bada, making out with one of your classmates.

"You're so wet for me, Y/N,"

You stopped to look at the scene before you and felt something you'd never felt before. Why did she call your name? You didn't know but it made you bite your lip. 

"What the fuck are you looking at?" Bada said and you cleared your throat walking back to his room.

"Mark... Bada lives here?" You asked.

"Well, given the fact that she is my sister, yes," he said and you swallowed your spit in disbelief.

You started to love the way Mark treated you. He was kind and sweet but something about seeing Bada a few seconds ago made you feel all gushy and warm. You wanted more from her but you couldn't give that away.

"Um... I have to go home now. Can we study later?" You said as you packed your things.

"Sure. I'd give you a ride but my girlfriend is in Bada's room studying and I need to take her home as well," he said and you felt like an idiot falling for him.

Of course, he was too good to be single but you didn't know the girl in the next room was his girlfriend. The girl with Bada's hand up her skirt and her tongue down her throat.

"Oh! of course! I can just take the bus so I will head out now and I'll see you in school tomorrow," you said before walking out of the room and into the hall to Bada's room.

You stood in the door frame but the girl wasn't there anymore. Bada stood up and dragged you by the arm into the room and to her bathroom.

She slammed your body against the wall. You were scared. You had never been this close to Bada ever.

"I know you saw what happened and you know that's my brother's girlfriend so you will be quiet. Do you understand?" she said.

"Well, it didn't seem like you wanted to hide anything. Your door was wide open just like her legs," you said. You didn't know why. You had no clue what took over you to speak like that.

Bada hit the wall behind you making you flinch and squirm. A small smirk appeared on her lips.

"I was doing you a favor, babe. Like you didn't let Mark fuck you. Who knows what other filthy things you did in there?" your mouth widened.

"I did not! Mark is not like that!" you said.

"Aren't you the little slut everyone talks about in school? Tell me you didn't feel your pretty cunt dripping wet when you saw me fingering Hejin?" she said as she brought her head closer to yours until you could feel her breath on your lips.

You almost gave in but you decided to push her away.

"Fuck off!" you shouted and stormed out of the room. You took a minute to breathe and collect yourself. How did a stranger have this effect on you?

regardless, you pushed your thoughts away and went home.

-

The following day you went to school and everyone looked at you weirdly. You bit your lip and let your hair fall on your face again.

"What a slut. Sleeping with Mark was so low. He has a girlfriend," you heard someone say. Your eyes widened. This was definitely Bada's doing.

"Y/N, why would you sleep with my brother?" Bada said as she grabbed your face with great force making your eyes tear up.

"I didn't... Bada. You know I didn't," you said shaking your head... or at least trying.

"These are the consequences of snooping around, my little slut. Now get on your knees and beg," Bada whispered in your ear before pushing you down to the floor.

"It's what she deserves, huh?" you heard someone say.

"Bada, why are you doing this?" Mark spoke up and I felt my heart clench. I didn't want to hurt him but I had to speak up.

"It's because that stupid girlfriend of yours, Mark," you said. You felt a kick on your side and realized his girlfriend had hit and kicked you.

"What... what are you talking about?" Mark said.

"Tell him, you bitch. I'm on the floor but at least I wasn't the one begging for someone else to make me cum," she then slapped you across the face.

"Mark, don't listen to her. She's just jealous of me and you," the girl said as she held onto Mark's arm. He grabbed her and dragged her away from the scene leaving me on the floor.

Bada crouched down to your level and pulled your hair making your head tilt back.

"You better pray Mark doesn't find out or you will pay for it," she said before letting go of you and walking away.

-

So for the next few weeks, you were exhausted. Bada had been bullying you not only because of what happened with Mark but because you took her class rank.

Every day she would look for you just to give you a piece of her mind and destroy you with her words. Calling you things like "pathetic little girl" or "a stupid slut" and you got to the point where you'd just let her.

Why the hell you let her? you have no clue. It's almost as if you looked forward to being alone with her in the janitor's closet while she made you fall to your knees and humiliated you.

You always thought there was something wrong with you for wanting her after everything she did to you but when you looked into her eyes, all your thoughts disappeared.

The bell snapped you out of your thoughts and you placed your things into your bag and placed it over your shoulder. You were already anticipating Bada's hand on your shoulder as she pushed you down and made you beg for her to stop.

As you were about to walk out, you heard your teacher calling your name.

"Yes, Mr. Jones?" you asked as you walked back into the class.

"I noticed you are not far away from a higher grade in my class. How about we discuss how to bring your grade up?" he said as she started to close the door and walk to his desk.

He called you over to his desk and you walked toward him. You felt a strange aura but still decided to see what he wanted.

"Come closer. It's alright," He pulled your chair closer to him.

"Look, you can write an essay on your favorite book, retake your lowest grade test, or..." He paused and placed his hand on your thigh. You gasped as his hand moved up and down on your thigh and he began to lift your skirt. You tried to stop him but he grabbed your wrists and punned them down.

"Please, stop..." you said and he chuckled.

"Don't act all innocent. I heard what you've been doing around school. Letting any boy fuck you. What's the difference here?" as you felt his hand riding up your leg, you heard the door fly open.

"Well, would you look at this... Mr. Jones assaulting his student..." Bada said as she took a picture of the situation before her eyes. You panicked at the thought of  Bada owning a picture of it.

"Delete that or I'll flunk you in my class!" he shouted as he walked up to Bada but she didn't move an inch.

"Like I need your class to pass. Besides, one click and I'll send it to my dad... the director of the board of education," Bada said showing the phone to him and he cleared his throat.

"How can we fix this? I will give you anything. A higher grade? WHAT? DAMN IT!" he shouted in frustration and all you could do was cry in silence.

"Never, ever talk or look at her again. I don't want you breathing the same air as her. You don't know her. And if you lay a finger on her again, I'll make sure you live the rest of your life, without a license, a job, and without fucking hands," Bada said before walking up to you.

She wrapped her oversized jacket around your figure and dragged you out of the classroom. She didn't stop until you reached a classroom in a really hidden place in the school. She pulled you inside the classroom and made you sit on the couch.

"What were you thinking? Why didn't you run away? Why did you just sit there and let him do whatever he wanted, Y/N?" she said clearly frustrated. You didn't respond.

"Oh, my gosh... you are actually a virgin?" she said and you started fiddling with your fingers. You felt pathetic for being so vulnerable with people, especially in front of Bada.

"Can you say something? I... I am going crazy," she said.

"Bada, I can't. You have no idea how you make me feel. Things I have never felt before. I feel pathetic for feeling all warm and gushy only when you touch me. I didn't know what to do with Mr. Jones. I was scared and now..." You paused and aggressively wiped your tears.

"Now the only thing in my head is you. You, pushing me down to the floor. Who in their right mind thinks like this? I don't even... I don't know, Bada,"

Bada approached you her touch was soft and you loved it. She lifted your chin.

"Why didn't you tell me sooner?" She said locking eyes with you. Her pupils were dark and you could tell she was eager for your touch.

"Take it. If I'm going to be a slut, I'm going to be your slut. Take my virginity, Bada," you said making her smirk.

"It's that what you really want, pretty girl? You want to be my slut? Aren't you a pathetic little thing?" She said knowing well that you liked it when she did that.

She grabbed your face roughly and shoved her two long fingers inside of your mouth pushing them down your throat and you took them so well gagging slightly but sucking hard on them.

You felt your pussy grow wetter by the second as she played with your thigh. Her hand traced circles around your inner thigh dragging her hand up to your entrance. A new excitement was found in her eyes as she felt how wet you were through your panties.

"Is that all for me?" She asked and all you could do was nod causing her fingers to go deeper down your throat and your saliva was now slimy. She removed her fingers from your mouth and strings of thick saliva connected your mouth and her fingers.

"How well lubricated you left my fingers..." Without warning, she ripped off your soaked panties. She flipped you over and you were now lying on your stomach on her lap.

"Look at how wet my little slut is for me. Mh~ let's see how good you take me..." she shoved her two drenched fingers inside of you making you let out a whimpering noise.

"Does it hurt?" She asked.

"Yes... but... keep... keep going," you said between heavy breathing and whimpering. You wanted to make her sadistic pleasures come true. And you had somehow turned all your pain into pleasure when you were under her touch.

You never told her this but, every time she beat you, cursed at you, or pulled you around, your panties would get drenched in your wetness.

"Mh~ Bada. Please, harder," you moaned as you wiggled your ass in front of her. You wanted her to spank you and she did. She left a red mark on your ass and you moaned.

She moved in and out of you harshly curling her fingers fighting to find your sweet spot, and with every thrust, she would hit your sensitive and swollen clit making you moan even more.

When she thrust in one more time, she finally came in contact with your spot as you moaned and moved more. So she stopped her movements and you started to squirm on her lap. She spanked you hard making you stop.

She turned to look at your face. You were still drooling and a stupid smile plastered on your face as your eyes rolled back. She chuckled and made you sit on the desk fingers still deep inside of you.

"Should I wipe that stupid smile off your face? You're such a pathetic slut, aren't you?" She said and you laughed.

"Only for you, Bada Lee," you replied. She smiled and attacked your lips. Kissing you and moving once again, she took hold of your neck and gently choked you.

You started to moan again, this time louder as she hit your spot over and over. Bada had come from seeing how you reacted to her. She never thought such a shy and innocent thing like you would be like this and just for her.

She always daydreamed about having you in this position and she never imagined that she would actually get to have you. But she wanted to taste you. To make you cum and taste you.

So she sped up. Having no mercy on your dripping pussy as the juices went everywhere on your thighs. And then you came all over her hand. She pushed her fingers back in your mouth and you started to suck.

She lowered herself on you and immediately attacked your sensitive clit collecting your cum with her tongue. You bit her fingers from the overstimulation and she moaned into your fold making you cum all over again letting out loud and shaky breaths.

"Mh~ you taste really good, my little slut. Cumming twice for me like that," she said as she licked up the mess you had made still twitching and whimpering every time her tongue made contact with your folds.

she made you sit up and use your panties to clean up the mess from your tights and folds before putting them in her pocket. 

After a few minutes, you had come down from your orgasm and you managed to stand up. You pulled down your skirt afraid that your figure would make the skirt lift and others would see that your underwear was missing. 

"Here. No one gets to see that but me," she said as she wrapped her jacket around your waist once more. 

You started to walk out of the room with the same shy expression and your hair hanging from the sides of your head when you felt Bada take hold of your hair and pull your head back. 

You moaned at her action and bit your lip as your eyes shut closed. 

"I am not done with you, little slut," she said with a smirk. She planted a heated and sloppy kiss. 

"I'll be waiting eagerly..." you said  licking your lips and walked out of the room.

Thank you for reading 🩵

[mysticficti0n]

okay B honey I just got a cat (her names Peony my grans favourite flower) soooooo I was wondering if you could do like a small little thing about Y/n coming back home or whatever and she finds Tom cuddling with the cat which he usually complains about but he/she is curled up on his arm and he's resting his head on them half alseep

thank you baby 💕

Omg Peony is an adorable name! congrats on getting her, ofc I can do this!

You do love her

(all my attention will be back soon and and I'm beginning to write part two to Can't help but miss you but I'm taking time to do some request as I have so many and all you guys have such good ideas!)

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warnings- none just cute fluff with Tom!

words- 549

"yes of course.... look- I'm back home now can I call you tomorrow when I'll be at work and have all the papers and things?... thank you- bye" I sighed cutting the call with one of my clients who called me at exactly 4:59pm, I went to my door pushing the key through and clicking it open and stepping into my apartment, it was a cold day today and I could hear the heaters hum around the house, the tv was on but not loudly but another sound pushed through- snores

I slipped my heals off so I wouldn't wake up Tom, he told me he'd stay home while I went to work to 'keep an eye on the cat' which isn't the first time he's done it but she's not really a kitten anymore. I walked around the corner to find Tom curled up on the sofa resting his head on my cat who lay in his arm fast asleep too, I couldn't stop my heart exploding with cuteness, I ran to my room grabbing the camera and came back snapping a few pictures for my own enjoyment as this cat was usually the bane of Tom's life, every night he slept round (your cats name) would snuggle up to me on the bed meaning he couldn't reach me and if he did she'd hiss at him or when were making food- Tom being the chef himself hates her being within a few centimetres of the kitchen saying "she'll contaminate my cheese on toast Y/n!"

I walked to the back of the sofa, leaning over and pressing a small kiss to his cheek "Tom...I'm home" my hand rubbed down his shoulder making him stir, his brown eyes opened narrowly and a grin came across his face "hi"

"hi" he whispered back pushing his lips out for me to kiss which I didn't hesitate to "how are you?"

"I'm good, long day- you seem nice and cozy with your best friend don't you" I teased seeing the boy look to his arm and sigh "oh I hate this cat- she's so annoying- your cats broken..." I mocked in his voice "sure you hate her?"

"shut up will you, me and (your cats name) have a special bond now and it'll never be tainted" I hummed petting the soft fur covering her body

"so you're stealing my child?" he nodded lifting the cat from his arm to his chest as he lay on his back, the small girl opened her wide green eyes looking at Tom and purring "hey darling girl" I smiled petting her head

"hey no fair she get's darling girl and I just get my name!" the boy groaned "I like you better now darling girl" Tom mimicked petting her

"oh sorry do you want me to treat you like a cat?" he nodded with a dopey smile covering his face "you are such an idiot" I kissed his lips once more before going to change out my work clothes, I kept the door open and herd the small words of Tom

"see she's so mean to me, your the favourite- darling girl, we love her though right? yes we do" he laughed to himself and (your cats name) meows seemed to mean she agreed

[luveline]

ok so i’ve been thinking about a line in one of your steve zombie au drabbles where steve says something along the lines of “you only stop taking to me when you’re mad” . Maybe we could get a fic where they get in a fight and that happens? i love your writing so much 🫶🏼

thank you for your request ♥ steve zombie!au ♥ I am not good at writing fights so I did them making up! fem!reader 1.2k

The silence is icy cool. You look up at your bedroom ceiling and its small yellow line of water damage and blink. You haven't cried since your argument, though you've felt like you could a couple of times. 

It's the longest gap of quiet you've had with each other in a long time. Not counting when you're asleep, you and Steve talk a lot, and when you're sleeping you're touching, so it doesn't feel like you aren't talking. 

Now you're both straight in bed, on your backs, hands close but not touching. Not talking.

The window is open, springtime air infiltrating the room. It smells like the wet mulch of sycamore leaves, chilling your skin uncomfortably. You cover your chest with your arms. 

"You want me to close the window?" Steve whispers. 

Your words feel like mush in the back of your throat. You worry you'll cry if you speak. 

Fuck, you hate fighting with Steve. It's a great thing to communicate with one another, and you're good at it — you'd spent a long time learning to get along. Love makes it easier to forgive infractions, but fights still happen. 

It's the possible consequences of a fight that freeze you up. 

Steve says your name softly. "Come on, don't give me the silent treatment." 

"I'm sorry," you say genuinely, your voice all stuck together like you've swallowed a big lump of taffy, "I don't mean to." 

"I know. I'll close it, okay? It's…" He stands up. "Cold." He sighs. 

You're still mad. You're upset by some of the things he'd said. Underneath that is a searing, unquenchable thought. What if he dies tomorrow and you wasted tonight being mad? What if he gets bit? Shot? Has an aneurysm? You want to stop being mad but anger doesn't work like that. You can't will it away. 

Steve closes the window. The frame plunks. You turn your head to watch him climb back into bed, and, buoyed by your looking, Steve slides in on his side and meets you head on. He smells like hand soap and the low hum of a day's worth of sweat. It isn't the worst smell in the world —you're used to far worse— and you kind of like it. You tilt your head toward his and breathe in sync. 

"I was wrong when I said you were being selfish," he says quietly. "When you explained it to me, I got it. But I really would be happier if you tried to keep the room clean."

"I'm sorry," you say again. 

You try not to fall back into the defensiveness you'd felt earlier. You'd taken your insecurity in yourself and projected it on your relationship.

Steve waits. 

"I didn't realise you were cleaning up after me so much." 

He puts his hand on your hip, a warm handprint seeping into your skin. "I don't really mind cleaning up after you," he says sheepishly. 

He shouldn't have to, though.

You're being honest, you hadn't noticed that he was keeping things in certain places, organising your stuff, turning your tiny room into a clean, safe space for the both of you. But when he'd tried to tell you, you'd gotten defensive, and he's quick to frustration, and tada, your first fight in the loved up months had occurred. 

You don't know what to say. You don't really want to talk, your body focused almost completely on the shape of his palm where it presses into you. 

"Just talk to me," Steve says. 

"I don't know what to say." 

"Say anything," he encourages, his hand travelling under your t-shirt to squeeze at the naked skin under your chest. 

"I don't want to fight again." 

"Then we won't." Steve bursts forward and kisses you. Despite its sudden nature it's a soft thing, close-mouthed. He pecks you twice and breathes a sigh against your lips. His hair brushes over your cheek so lightly it tickles. 

"I shouldn't have said you were selfish. I'm sorry, baby." 

He'd actually called you a selfish asshole, which had hurt a shocking amount. Name-calling isn't really a thing you guys do anymore, and it had surprised you, but… 

"I think I deserved it for brushing you off. For not noticing how much you do in here," you murmur. 

"We've haven't talked about it before, I don't blame you for not taking it seriously." His hand moves to the small of your back. He pulls you in, and only after he's closed the gap between you does he ask, "Can we stop fighting?" 

"You're not still mad?" you ask. 

"Not really. Are you?" 

You wrap your arms around him. "Maybe a little," you admit. "I don't think it's your fault, though. I don't know." 

"Be mad if you want. Have space if you need it, even if it's gonna drive me crazy, but please don't stop talking to me." 

His voice sounds uncharacteristically small. 

It might be silly, but any anger you'd been holding onto dissipates just like that. You tuck your face into the nook over his shoulder, fingers splayed over his back. You kiss his neck gently. 

"Stevie," you mumble. "Sorry. I'm not mad, okay? Are– are you?" 

"I just told you I'm not." 

"I know, but sometimes I think you'll tell me what I want to hear." 

Not to be full of yourself, but you know Steve loves you. It makes a lot of things easier, most things in fact, but it makes understanding how he's feeling in moments like this harder. You both want to sweep it under the rug and be sweet on one another again, but avoiding the issue will only make it bigger. 

"What do you want to hear?" he asks lightly. 

"Steve." You laugh, rubbing the tip of your nose against the neckline of his shirt. It pulls. 

"I'm not mad. I think all the mad kind of went away after I called you an asshole. Which I'm sorry for." 

"You've called me worse." 

"I'm sorry for that, too." 

You drop your head back on the pillow to get a good look at him, locking your gaze onto his. His eyes look very dark in the dim light of the room. The sun is setting quickly. Soon, it'll be night time. 

"So we're both sorry," you say, twisting a piece of his hair around your finger. "And I'm not gonna stop talking to you. You couldn't make me. You could break up with me and I'd still follow you around asking stupid questions." 

He tries not to smile. A laugh bubbles between his lips, and it's like the sun comes out right there in your tiny dorm room in Michigan. 

"Shit, I love you," he says. 

You push his chin up to kiss the underside of his jaw. "I love you too." 

[writingquestionsanswered]

hi there! for years i’ve been thinking about my characters in my head and only sharing facts and snippets with others, but recently i’ve decided to take writing more seriously when it comes to what i’ve built. i have previous experience from school/higher education in english literature, so i have some idea of what i’m doing, but despite thoughts of writing and my characters occupying my head all the time i find it so difficult to gather the mental strength to actually sit down and write. when i grit my teeth and do it i realise that it’s fine, but when i come around to it the next day i find i have that roadblock again. do you have any advice on overcoming this? i have a feeling it could just be down to persevering through it but i thought i would reach out to see if there is anything else!

have a great day :)

Struggling with Day to Day Motivation to Write

This is something I experience sometimes, too... the struggle to sit down and do the writing, but once I do, it's fine... and then it's a struggle again the next day.

One thing that's helped me is to take some time at the end of my writing session to prepare things for "next day me" so that it will be as easy as possible to sit down and start writing again. I'll make a note in the document that says "start here tomorrow" and what needs to be written next, or where the scene or chapter is going. The next day, when I sit down to write, I always start by going back to the beginning of the scene or chapter and reading forward to where I left off the previous day. What this does is it refreshes my memory a bit and helps to ignite a little momentum, so by the time I get to my notes about what to do next, I know exactly what I need to do and that momentum is already going.

I hope that will help you, too! ♥

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[getmehighonmagic]

take me back to San Francisco, chapter 6 ♥

A day early, because I'll be traveling tomorrow! Thank you so much, everyone, for your endless support ♥♥

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[pennyellee]

LACRIMOSA UPDATE

title: LACRIMOSA | MYG MAFIA YANDERE AU chapter title: súton word count: 11,1K beta read by @chaoticpuff17 series: m.list CHAPTER I CHAPTER II CHAPTER III CHAPTER IV CHAPTER V chapter warnings: minors dni 18+ | mafia au, dark!yoongi, mafia!yoongi, yandere, manipulation, possessive/obsessive behaviour, angst, mentions of God, mentions of alcohol, manhandling, mentions of murder, gun use, abduction, attempted non-con, gaslighting, vomiting, anxiety, choking, decapitation, strong language, smut, loss of virginity

author's note: f finally yall!!!!! chapter six is coming this week alongside with a preview of the chapter you can look forward to see tomorrow!!! This chapter will be a lot, ain't gonna lie about that, but everything is going according to the plan dw, can't wait! Chapter 7 is in writing process too, I'm trying to write as much as I can, but bish is still busy af so we will see when I'll manage to finish the next chapter. Love you all!! ♥

preview drop: 29.11.23 23:00/11 PM CEST - 29.11.23 17:00/5 PM EDT release date&time: 01.12.23 23:00/11 PM CEST - 01.12.23 17:00/5 PM EDT

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[within-your-eyes-if]

November 1st Progress Update

I hope everyone had a safe and enjoyable Halloween, for those who celebrated!

First and foremost, real life has thrown some curveballs my way, I'll be largely unavailable at the end of this week. I have a long update here, so lets jump in.

Alpha Testing Progress: It's moving along quite well! Only 3 more scenes to implement (hi testers, I know you're waiting ♥), and then Part One will be 'complete'. Once additional testing and feedback implementation are done, it'll undergo a brief beta test. Current word count? A whopping 146k! I anticipate it crossing 150k after these scenes. And yes, I may be recruiting a few more testers today or tomorrow - I have kept applications, so if you’ve already applied, no need to reapply.

Big Shoutout: To all my testers - you're stars! Thank you for your dedication and patience.

Heights and Measures: I've been mulling over the heights of female Gabriel and male Xiao for quite a while. While I've previously addressed and altered fem Lee’s height, fem Gabriel’s has been on my mind too. I'm aiming for more diversity in my ROs, so your thoughts would be invaluable. Here’s a poll to gather some feedback. Please remember, while I deeply value your input, the final decision will be based on what feels right for the story.

About Poly Routes: Many of you have expressed excitement about the inclusion of poly routes, and I apologize for not offering clarity on their nature earlier. Rest assured, I remain committed to delivering these routes, but I aim to ensure each one is rich and fulfilling. Presently, I'm contemplating both triangle and V poly dynamics, with the goal of finding what aligns best with the narrative and characters. Although the triangle dynamic was my initial plan, I believe I may be able to implement both, but I'm still not 100% certain yet.

In structuring the poly routes, particularly as they debut in Chapter 3, I debated including the casual flings found with certain ROs in non-poly routes, alongside the deeper romantic ties intrinsic to all ROs. After reflection, I've resolved that poly routes will emphasize romance exclusively. Thus, if your character's preference leans towards no-strings-attached flings, these won't characterize the poly routes. Given the array of ROs and their diverse dynamics, not to mention non-RO flings, this decision streamlines my writing process and makes it easier for me to have one aspect to focus on with them. Your patience and understanding in this matter are deeply appreciated.

That being said: Given the depth of my story, I'm leaning towards releasing future updates in smaller segments, akin to Chapter 3's structure. This isn't just about speed but about ensuring quality across the numerous ROs and narrative paths.

Chapter 3 expanded beyond my initial imagination, causing some initial stress, making me wonder what was needed and what wasn't (but it all felt necessary). So in the end, I decided to break it, and I'm very glad I did. It's relieved a lot of my worries. This lets me keep the story's richness intact and (hopefully) reduce the wait between updates.

I've started to notice my creative process sometimes takes me beyond initial outlines, or even reevaluate them entirely, letting the story breathe and evolve more naturally. This realization is relatively new for me, but it's shaping how I approach future updates.

From Ch3 Part One and on, future updates will likely be broken into parts, potentially leading to more "Chapter #: Part One" styled releases. I hope this provides clarity on my evolving approach and is seen not only as way for me focus on individual parts, but as a way to consistently update.

I hope this all makes sense! While I don't have a specific release day in mind yet, I feel my mid-November prediction is correct. Thank you all for your continued support and love. It means the world to me!

[mondaymelon]

HIHII!! Could i request a rose-scented letter in a blue & white envelope with wax seal and 💭? With love, Heizou? Tysm Melo and congrats! :333

HIIHIIII adfjakdgjlasdjg thank you astrieee T^T here's your heizou ♡ enjoy!

tw: yandere implications

Hey.

Are you home?

I really am just asking you like I don't know, huh...

Haha, you're probably a little confused right now, aren't you? The famous, renowned Mister Shikanoin Heizou, writing you a measly letter, of all things. Although for you, it seems that there really is not boundary to what I can do, is there? We'll just have to see~

Hm, that's right. I have your number, obviously, so why didn't I just text you??

That's what you're thinking right about now, isn't it? Don't act too shocked, I know you as well as myself... maybe even better.

Ahem! There's a reason such things as letters existed back in the day, y'know? Man alive... they do now too, but there's logic why they were so effective! Imagine, coming home, seeing a pristine envelope made and folded with heartfelt emotion... just about anything could be written inside!

It was that kind of romantic mystery that sparked the people's hearts!

Annnnddd that may or may not be what I'm trying to do right about now. You don't need to think too much about it! I'd hate to worry you.

Now then... ah, right. I've been dawdling for far too long, but it seems I'm still a bit scared. Haha... would you look at that, my hands really are shaking as I write.

Sort of cowardly, isn't it?

But I guess every hero has their fair share of difficulties, and if this is the price I have to pay for being with you, then so be it!

...I like you a lot. You know that, right? I-I've been making that quite clear, haven't I...

But it doesn't just end there!!

You're just so beautiful, my precious lady. So, so beautiful. You take my breath away every time I see you.

And it's a shame I can't even hear your soothing voice over the sound of my own racing heart...!!

I think about you before I go to sleep, when I wake up in the morning... I can't help it, really!

I just - I love you so much I don't know what to do with myself...!!

...Hah... there, I said it.

I'm sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable by saying this all so abruptly- Actually, let's be honest here. I'm not sorry at all.

Is it too much to say that I'll be expecting a yes?

Why you'd turn me down, I'd have no idea... but on the offchance you might...

Nevermind. I'll be preparing something. For later.

I'll see you tomorrow. I'll be expecting an answer.

With love,

Shikanoin Heizou

(a/n) PSPSPS FIRST POST OF THE EVENT DONE!! thank you all again ♥

[quinloki]

Birthday Request Event

"It's my birthday and I'll write what I want to \o/"

Gift Details ♥ Reader: afab!reader (leans very feminine) Character: Mihawk Kink: #15 Bratty Reader Prompt: #17 "Did you think being outside would save you?" Gift Giver: @sunshineting

Summary: Mihawk's been busy. In a way, so have you >.>

Content Notes: Vaginal fingering, pet names, outdoor shenanigans, voyeurism if you squint, brat-taming

This birthday party is 18+, consensual unless explicitly stated otherwise, and BYOB

You’d been giving this poor man hell for a couple days. Nothing was keeping you satisfied, and he hadn’t the time to attend to you properly. You did your best to be understanding, but also being a brat was a part of your relationship and Mihawk seemed to enjoy it more often than not.

Your intent had been to pout and sulk and whine your way into being good and punished, but after a couple more days dragged on, you eased up on the bad behavior. There was a fine-line between looking to have a hot session with your hot partner – and accidentally becoming one of the things stressing him out and wearing him down.

So you switched gears, welcoming him home sweetly, making sure everything was done just so, and giving him peace in the evening.

“Tomorrow, I will have some time available.” He says after dinner, regarding you without really looking at you. “Perhaps we could enjoy the weather and have lunch at the park.”

You smile, even as you can feel the horns threatening to expose your deviant thoughts. “That sounds pleasant. Will you be mine for the whole day?” You’re not exactly hiding your excitement at the prospect.

“So it seems, dear one.” He answers evenly.

The two of you had an easy night, taking it easy that evening. The next day, however, you were a little hellion, but you swore you could see the smile pulling at his lips from time to time. You got ready for your day nearly naked. Making a picnic basket in little more than an apron, dodging the subtle movements Mihawk would make – normally beckoning you right into his arms.

When it was time to leave you slipped into little more than a sundress and sandals, certain that Mihawk knew there was nothing under the light dress even before you left the house.

The park wasn’t too busy, but it wasn’t completely empty either. The wide open field was home to all manner of people going about their day. Mihawk laid the picnic blanket out by an old maple tree with low branches. The scent of maple wood was sweet and soft, and not overpowering, especially not with the light breeze of the day.

“Come, sit here.” Mihawk says, after you’ve set the basket down. “We’ll eat later, sit with me first.”

You considered saying you were hungry, but you hadn’t gotten much of his time lately, and the lure was too strong. He was dressed in slacks with a loose ruffled shirt that showed off the thick black hair on his chest, accented by the gold cross he normally wore.

You seated yourself between his legs, back to his chest, and let yourself sink into him. The warmth, and his arms draped lazily around you were helping you relax.

“I haven’t been able to properly attend you,” he says softly, voice low in your ear. “Certainly not for the first couple of days.” The low sweet voice takes on an edge as he shifts enough to unzip the back of your dress.

“Miha-.”

“Eyes forward.” He demands, warm hands against your back as they slip under your sun dress. “If you move too much someone will notice.

You do as he says, trying to appear relaxed as deft fingers run over your skin from under the thin dress. His hands are rough from years of fighting, but even the callouses seem to be made of silk when he decides to be tender with you.

His hands slide down to your front, pushing between your thighs, and forcing them apart a little. Not enough to tear the dress, not enough to put you on display for the whole park, but enough to make you gasp.

Hot lips are against your back, kissing near your neck. “I’ve only just begun, are you going to cry out in that sweet, pleasure-filled voice of yours, for all these people to hear?”

“Mi-Mihawk, please, it… it’s too much.” You whimper as one of his hands slowly moves toward your core, the other on your stomach and moving up to your chest.

He pulls you against his chest, teeth nipping at your ear as his sharp eyes mind and track every other person in the park. He’ll leave you feeling exposed, watched, and maybe even judged, but he won’t allow anyone to truly view you. You’re all for him, and him alone.

“Mi amor, did you think being outside would save you?” He muses. “Now, be good, and breathe.” He commands, his fingers sliding easily into your wet folds, teasing your clit and causing you to gasp softly, the heat rising into your chest and face as his other hand slowly teases your nipple.

“If you cause too much of a scene, you won’t get to cum.” He warns, fingers pushing further into you. “And I would love to hear your sweet sounds before we eat.”

“Softly,” he says, the heel of his palm grinding against your clit as his fingers push inside your pussy, thrusting and purposefully making loud, wet, squelching sounds you’re almost certain the whole park can hear. “Sing softly for me, mi amor.” He demands, voice so soft in your ear you can barely hear him over the sound of your own lewd, dripping, trembling body.

“Please,” you beg, turning toward him just a little. “I’m g-going to-!” Your body tenses, and he kisses sweetly along your shoulder. You’re trying to bite back your usual cries, letting the shuddering gasps and soft whimpers fall from your lips as he drags the orgasm out, caressing you and urging you sink into it.

“Well done.” He praises softly, pulling his hands out from your dress carefully, and zipping you back up smoothly. His dry fingers comb through your hair kindly, as he lets you kiss his drenched fingers, cleaning them as much as you were willing to risk in public.

“I will attend to you properly after lunch.” He promises, kissing you softly before nudging you toward the picnic basket.

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[whirling-fangs]

[[ It's happening!!! I can't believe it's happening. I'm leaving tomorrow for Tokyo!!!

What does this mean RP-wise? Well, extremely low activity, of course. I won't be taking my laptop so any reply I do will be iconless and on mobile. I probably won't be using small text either.

I've set everything up (thanks firefox nightly) so I can occasionally look at the dash or trim threads, and I've put all recently updated threads in the tracker. I'll try and use the queue to space things out – I have an 8-ish hour wait at the airport tomorrow so I might be writing things then haha

I will be on the hunt for Inosuke merch of course ♥♥ expect the occasional loot update!! I have a very wild plan to go near Mount Odake, where Inosuke grew up, but October is probably too late and muddy for a proper hike unfortunately ;-;

In any case, I'll be adding a link to this post to my pinned. I'll be back on the 30th! In the meantime, I hope you'll all take good care of yourselves, and I wish you the best ♥]]