#if i follow an account i expect to see that content in my dash.

[the-golden-comet]

✨Writer Questionnaire Tag ✨

Thank you for the tags @wyked-ao3 here, and @thatuselesshuman here and @nczaversnick here. Y’all are great! 💛✨

How long have you had your writing Tumblr/Writeblr? A fast and loose estimate is fine!

I’ve had this blog since….end of April? Early May?

What led you to create it?

When I set up all my socials, I wanted to use this as a way to build a writing community, share my stories, and exploring and sharing the ideas of other likeminded individuals.

What’s your favorite thing about the Writeblr community?

How kind and welcoming writeblr is. The community is supportive of everyone’s stories and OCs, and everyone has some wonderfully unique and fascinating characters.

What’s one thing you’d like your mutuals to know about you?

You are always. Always. ALWAYS welcome to tag me, message me, send asks, interact with me. I absolutely endorse the engagement and excitement in this community, and even though I may miss a few tags, just know that seeing you tag me to see your stories brings the biggest, goofiest smile on my face. Thank you for being you and sharing your creative minds with us 💛✨

Is there anything you’d like to see more of on your dash?

Kindness, support, and creative stories. Keep writing, keep inspiring, keep on keeping on.

WIP it Good

Which Works-in-Progress (WIPs) or writing projects are you noodling about, lately?

Your Wish Is My Command is my current WIP at about 75% complete. I have a little bit to share from Tenshito as well, but the latter will have to get majorly cut down and restructured before it’s ready ✨

How long have you been working on them?

Planning and ideas began a couple of years ago. Writing them down? For YWIMC since early May, and Tenshito since 2020 (took a hiatus to focus on work and big life stuff, like moving twice and getting married)

Do you remember what inspired them/what got you started?

My love of storytelling, video games, and Disney. I wrote and published Peter Hart based off of a few of my favorite video games 🏴‍☠️💛✨

How much time, in your best estimation, do you spend thinking about them?

All the time. At least once a day, if not more. My stories help me get to sleep…when I eventually GET to sleep 😴💤

When someone asks the dreaded, “What do you write about,” question, what do you usually say?

BL romantasy novels. It encompasses every person asking, and umbrellas many subgenres.

Let’s Rotate Blorbos

Name any characters you created.  Side characters, protagonists, antagonists, characters who’ve never been written, the first original abomination you ever pulled from your ass; whomever you’d like!

Oof that’s a big list. Let me just do major protagonists/antagonists from stories: Peter, Benjamin, Davey, Ali, Noah, Tenshi, Itazura, Yoji, Tyr, Gustav, Jak, Johnny, Nathan, X, Ollie, and Callum

Who’s the most unhinged?

Peter 🏴‍☠️💛✨

Who comes the most naturally for you to write?

Peter 🏴‍☠️💛✨

Do you ever cringe at them?

Sometimes….depends on what they do. I never cringe at my stories, but sometimes my characters make choices that personally make me go “😬”

How much control do you feel you have over your characters?  AKA, do they ever “write themselves,” refuse to cooperate, or do things you didn’t expect? To what degree? Are some less cooperative than others?

(Slowly looks over at Peter)

Peter: …..What?

Do you enjoy people asking questions about your characters? And do you have a preferred means of receiving said questions? For example, as Asks, as replies, as reblogs, as tag notes, as comments on AO3, etc.

Oh always!! ALWAYS!! Any method is absolutely fine and encouraged by me, but I ALWAYS love when people leave AO3 comments on my stories 💖💫✨

On writeblr engagement

What makes you want to follow another Writeblr account? Do you follow ‘em as you see ‘em, or take time scoping out the blog to make sure you align with its content? Do you follow based on WIPs, or vibes?

I scope out the content before I follow for sure. Because I write adult fiction, I look through posts to make sure that our interests would align, and that the blog mentions an age that is 18+. If I am ever uncertain or have a suspicion beyond a reasonable doubt that the blog is run by a minor, I won’t follow them (and unfollow if I get suspicious of their posts)

What makes you decide against following?

I use discretion on age, politics, and religion before following. Any homophobic, transphobic, or otherwise hateful conduct gets automatically blocked. The world needs more kindness and uplifting of one another. We need to bring each other up, not tear each other down.

Do you interact with non-mutuals often?

I try to! Usually in the form of reblogs and ask games. My pile for work and tumblr keeps stacking though, so I find myself getting very busy very often (and that’s a good thing! ✨)

Do your mutuals’ characters occupy space in your noodle?

All the time, every time. To name a few mutuals: G.J, Jamie, Gioia, Casper, Tobin, Jay, Wyked, Gina, and Jev have characters that are my current hyperfixations. But there are SO, SO many that are so interesting that I want to learn more!! ✨

Thank you so much for tagging me, you two!! Going to alert the tag list on this one 💛✨

✨Tag list for writing snippets below. DM me if you’d like to be added 👇✨

Tag List for writing tidbits (lmk if you want + or -)

@jev-urisk , @sunglasses-in-the-bentley , @wyked-ao3 , @glasshouses-and-stones , @alinacapellabooks , @gioiaalbanoart , @fortunatetragedy , @deanwax , @dyrewrites , @honeybewrites , @paeliae-occasionally , @lychhiker-writes , @thatuselesshuman , @kaylinalexanderbooks , @katenewmanwrites , @zackprincebooks , @fantasy-things-and-such , @billybatsonmylove , @madi-konrad , @far-cry-from-finality , @froggy-pposto , @fractured-shield , @avaseofpeonies , @thecoolerlucky , @willtheweaver , @somethingclevermahogony , @noxxytocin , @leahnardo-da-veggie , @addicted2coke-theothercoke , @mysticstarlightduck , @the-letterbox-archives , @theink-stainedfolk , @ominous-feychild , @saturnine-saturneight , @words-after-midnight , @sableglass , @cowboybrunch , @moltenwrites , @pixies-love-envy , @davycoquette , @writeahurricane , @greenfinchwriter , @oliolioxenfreewrites , @lavender-gloom , @smellyrottentrees , @aintgonnatakethis , @thecomfywriter

[smalltestaccount]

okay i think ive come to the conclusion that i dont really fit in with most other trans women, like personality wise, and thats okay. Like i think recently a lot of trans women, not just on tumblr, have been making me think i have to be kinky and bizarre or something, be blasé about transitioning or gender roles, or even just like be okay with some borderline harassing behavior. Its okay if that is you (except the harassing behavior some of yall need to work on that), but like thats not really me. Acting this way just makes me feel bad. Just ignoring that Im a total straightedge, that im like a 1 on the Kinsey scale now. Ever since i was like 11 my biggest desire is just like being a normal cis girl. I always am happiest embracing basic American femininity, and i only just re-realized this after after it helped me get out of a depressive episode (along with antidepressants and an increased estrogen dose). I don't care if im "enforcing gender roles", because i fucking love female gender roles (in modern American culture) cause they make me feel like not-a-piece-of-shit. Also i don't strictly adhere to many anyways. And i just don't think terfs would have any issues with cis girls who love the color pink, flowers, being boy crazy, and dreaming about being a mother. So like why should I feel like its wrong to like that stuff? I don't think there is anything wrong with it. And you know if you don't have that relationship with gender that is fine, you need to do what makes you happy, that's why feminism exists. I'm just saying I don't want to pretend like my personality is something that really just makes me uncomfortable.

I dont like when people here imply being a trans woman entails being sexual cause like i just want to be normal and that stereotype is harmful, especially to transgender children who are really likley to be targeted for some kind of sexual abuse because theyre trans and being trans is already sexualized more than it needs to be. Adults can navigate that to some extent, but not kids; I couldnt really navigate that when i started transitioning in middle school and im lucky it only stayed online. Trying to even somewhat fit in with tumblrs idea of trans women has made me encounter tranny porn on my dash and whenever i post images of myself I'm followed by gross accounts that just reblog that stuff . A lot of trans women don't hate it, because sex work is very much as part of the trans community. But honestly, seeing trans women be treated in those ways just makes me feel bad for the actresses and sick about myself and very dysphoric.

Im not saying that you cant express kinkiness and hyper-sexuality, because I dont want to dictate how you act any more than i want you to be dictated on how I act. But I also want to encourage thoughfulness in what you say. Saying you, yourself, is kinky and weird, is not that same as saying trans *girls* are kinky and weird. In the same way I'm not going to reblog tradwife content, I don't think its productive to make an "all tgirls be kinky" post. You shouldn't try to paint that image of other trans women.

As its the first day of june I'll just tie it up by saying that not all trans people fit into one personality and if you want to show support its best not to suggest trans women all act a certain way, and please don't think talking about "gock" is a good way to show support. This isn't a "kink at pride" discourse post in the very slightest cause I don't, and never have, given any shits about that, cause I've never been to pride. This is just me talking about how I fit into the trans community.

Im Alexa and I'm going to reblog and post shit i like, not what other people like or expect. That Includes not doing tummy tuesday cause i really only briefly did it out of fomo and peer pressure. And please don't say things about me that you wouldnt say about other women

[phynali]

Tumblr tip sheet for twitter refugees

i’ve seen a lot of different advice posts but none that had what i consider all the key advice in one spot, so here we are. long post ahead.

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1. your dash can be put into reverse chronological order and it is a BETTER experience if you do that

Go to your settings -> Dashboard -> Preference

Turn “Best Stuff First” OFF

2. you can (and likely should!) turn off algorithmic content

Under the same menu. Settings -> Dashboard -> Preferences

There are two algorithms on tumblr.

One is “In your orbit” and I fucking hate it. i want to see the content that I like, not that some random person i follow likes. if i wanted to see that content on my dash, i’d follow the people who put it there.

The other is “based on your likes” and it is hilariously bad because if you like a post for something you don’t normally like or follow (e.g., when I watched a new movie and liked one post about it), you’ll suddenly get a dozen posts about that thing and only that thing.

I keep it on because it’s hilariously bad, but i honestly recommend turning it off. it routinely recommends shit to me that i hate and i have to keep telling it that i am “not interested in this post” for things tagged with my nOTP, but until / unless i filter that ship tag out entirely, i will keep being serviced those

3. filtering / blacklisting is your friend

this is true on every platform, not just tumblr. i’m sure veteran twitter users are well-versed in it, but just as a reminder. you will be expected to filter your own content/dash here on tumblr, and if you complain about seeing something that was properly tagged, you will be rightly mocked as a clown.

Settings -> Account -> Content You See

you can filter both tags and post content. There’s a completely innocuous post i absolutely hate that does rounds and is never tagged, and i almost unfollowed a mutual for how much i hate that post and them reblogging it so much. but i typed a specific sentence from that post into the “filtered post content” options and BOOM - haven’t seen it since. glorious.

4. content controls are your friend

under the same “Content You See” menu. You are automatically opted OUT of seeing this stuff, so you MUST opt in to see mature content.

you’ll want to determine your own preferences, but i prefer to see all of the mature content types that may be hit with a community label.

5. long posts are (probably) your friend

tumblr cuts posts over a few lines if you have this turned off, and it’s really annoying and really truncates your experience of the website. THIS is itself a long post!

part of the quintessential tumblr experience is being annoyed by the “do you love the color of the sky” post.

seriously, this isn’t twitter. we aren’t here for 280 character bite-sized posts. i 10/10 recommend keeping long posts on.

Settings -> Dashboard -> Interface

6. blog-specific settings

there is also a menu for additional settings (including updating the appearance etc) for each blog you have (your main, and any sideblogs).

this is near the end of your options under Settings -> Blog Settings (click the individual blog to update)

under your blog settings you can...

- enable your custom theme (which you should! this is turned off for new users but personalizing your page is part of the experience)

- decide if you want people to know what posts you’re liking and who you’re following. i do NOT, so these are off. internet privacy is allowed on tumblr, and don’t let anyone bully you into thinking you need to make everything public for their supervision. consume all the problematic content your little gremlin content desires and tell people to fuck off if they take issue with that.

- determine if and how others can interact with your blog!! there some settings about asks, messaging, tipping (if you’re here to make $$), whether people can even SEE your blog, if it’s searchable, etc. tumblr gives power and control back to the users! use that power!

here, you can specifically set your “Ask” preferences to on or off, and to accept or NOT accept asks from anonymous users / logged out users.

if you’re here to interact with friends or just vibe, or don’t reblog a lot of asks games or encourage anon inbox messages, and/or especially if you’re getting harasment and don’t want to deal with shitty users, it is okay to turn off anons, and i ENCOURAGE you to do so.

i keep it on for my fandom sideblogs and off for my main and this makes me happy. do what makes you happy.

7. etiquette and interface

- change your icon so no one thinks you’re a bot

- reblog posts so your account isn’t empty. also, with  algorithmic content turned off by most users, YOU are the algorithm, and interaction on this website is strongly encouraged. making or reblogging posts part of the experience and sort of the whole point

- reblog tagging: individual preferences apply. instead of adding a comment on a reblog, users will often add their thoughts in a tag, if they aren’t specifically looking to engage in a dialogue or add on to the post itself. other users can then decide to copy their tags (often with “prev” for “previous” appended) or even copy/paste them into a comment on their reblog, which is your tags “passing peer review”. people also tag to index posts so their blog is more searchable, and to include trigger warnings and content warnings related to a post. you can also choose to not tag anything. it’s your blog, do what you want.

- tags are how people find new content. if you make a new post and want people to find it, they will be searching the tag related to that content, so tag it accordingly. people can also follow tags and get notifications when new posts are made into that tag.

- do not censor words! this isn’t tiktok or twitter. we say ‘fuck’ and ‘kill’ here. if you write “unalive” or censor swears or triggers, people’s content filters do not work, and you will have undermined their ability to curate their content, moderate their experience, and avoid triggers. don’t do that. just spell out the whole goddamn word, please.

- you can make sideblogs under a single account! this means you have your main, which you interact (like, reply, and follow) from, but which can be used to have a space for all your posts and reblogs on a given topic (fandom, hobby, fixation, whatever). you can also direct message to/from a sideblog and accept asks etc.

- if you use tumblr in your browser, there is an add-on called XKIT. this used to be a tumblr user staple and allowed for a lot of functionality that tumblr didn’t used to have. tumblr has since very much upped their game, but it can still be worth using XKIT if you’re regularly in a browser and not on the app. for example, it includes some ad-blocking capabilities. I use “New Xkit” and have a few personalized settings with it.

- posts go around forever on this site and new memes crop up every day, retreat, and then resurge out of the blue randomly. this makes for tumblr-wide in-jokes that circulate for years, like “do you love the color of the sky” and the “color theory children’s hospital” post. if you don’t get these, you can ask and i’m sure tumblr will deliver, but you can also wait around and follow more people and these will turn up eventually.

- your dash is what you make it. your interaction is what you make it. you have control, you are not at the mercy of algorithms and advertisers if you don’t want to be. paying for ad-free browsing is an option. they even give you the option to toggled your ad settings within ad-free browsing. seriously - you. have. the. control.

this is something that we love about tumblr and one of the things that makes it our hellsite (affectionate) instead of our hellsite (derogatory). if you’re finding your experience to be negative but still want to stick around, i encourage you to block accounts or content that makes you unhappy or anxious, to follow the accounts that bring you joy, and to adjust your settings into whatever makes you happiest and least stressed out.

[drchenquill]

Writer Questionnaire~

Thank you @the-golden-comet , @kaylinalexanderbooks and @the-letterbox-archives for the tag!

how long have you had your writing tumblr/writeblr? a fast and loose estimate is fine!

I think a couple of months.

what led you to create it?

I wanted to find a place to share and talk about my stories and OCs and meet other creative minds.

what’s your favourite thing about the writeblr community?

The support. The overflowing creativity that inspires me to keep writing and the lovely people I've met so far.

what’s one thing you’d like your mutuals to know about you?

That I appreciate every type of interaction, really. Even if you want to reach out to ramble about your stories, I always welcome it. ( Although I won't do the first step because I'm socially anxious and awkward)

is there anything you’d like to see more of on your dash?

I like my dash how it is, but I would love more positivity, any kind of positivity. People need to know that they are loved and appreciated, because everyone is.

which wips or writing projects are you noodling about, lately?

I'm currently writing on a WIP called "Daisy." It's a werewolf romance story with some drama sprinkled in.

how long have you been working on them?

God, I don't know. Long? I often forget because I work on others in between so I lose track on when I started what.

do you remember what inspired them/what got you started?

It was born in my "Wattpad-werewolf-story" era. (I'm embarrassed to admit it, but I basically inhaled those type of stories)

how much time, in your best estimation, do you spend thinking about them?

A lot.

when someone asks the dreaded, “what do you write about,” question, what do you usually say?

I usually say I write fantasy-romance, which is just the tip of the iceberg. I don't usually talk about what I write outside of Tumblr, other than my family, and they know exactly what I write about. (I basically force it down their throat)

name any characters you created. side characters, protagonists, antagonists, characters who’ve never been written, the first original abomination you ever pulled from your ass; whomever you’d like!

Oof, my OC list is way too long for this. I'm just going to mention the ones I mentioned here more often:

Leon Martens - Kilian - Margaret Robins - Kiki - Azul - Sophie

who’s the most unhinged?

Okay, I think it would be Atlas. I never, ever, mentioned him, but he is bat shit crazy. One of the first scenes of his story, he jumps from one moving car to another, laughing like a maniac. But right after him comes Azul.

who comes the most naturally for you to write?

I think Azul.

do you ever cringe at them?

Yeah, sometimes I write some cheesy sentences and cringe a bit, but I love it~

how much control do you feel you have over your characters? do they ever “write themselves,” refuse to cooperate, or do things you didn’t expect? to what degree? are some less cooperative than others?

NONE. These bastards don't care what I have planned for them, they just do what they please.

do you enjoy people asking questions about your characters? and do you have a preferred means of receiving said questions? for example, as asks, as replies, as reblogs, as tag notes, as comments on ao3, etc.

I love, love, love, love getting questions about my babies. In any shape or form.

what makes you want to follow another writeblr account? do you follow ‘em as you see ‘em, or take time scoping out the blog to make sure you align with its content? do you follow based on wips, or vibes?

I follow based on vibes, I think. But mostly because I'm very much interested in the stories.

what makes you decide against following?

Easy, if I feel like they are a bad person or if our morals don't align.

do you interact with non-mutuals often?

Not that often.

do your mutuals’ characters occupy space in your noodle?

YES! A LOT! Some honorable mentions: Dr. Tievis, brought to life by the lovely @finickyfelix (he is a little meow meow. I know he wants to fuck monsters, but nobody is perfect.) Vesperine by another lovely person @theink-stainedfolk (she is beauty, she is grace) Marsh by yet another lovely person @paeliae-occasionally (I know he kills a lot, but I don't judge a man by his hobbies) and recently I've wanted to adopt Tenshi by the lovely @the-golden-comet (but I was told someone was faster)

This is just the top, there are so many more because you lovely people have such a beautiful and creative minds that you always amaze me with your creations.

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Thank you for reading this far. I love you~ (very platonically but very affectionately)

Tagging for this with no pressure @theink-stainedfolk , @finickyfelix , @thecomfywriter , @paeliae-occasionally , @davycoquette , @oliolioxenfreewrites open tag~

[cat3ch1sm]

hi everyone- welcome back to my account 💚 i’ll be starting a series in which i write atsv fics of varying lengths based off of these particular headcanons from tiktok, all written by star🪐. i came across their headcanons on my fyp and all my writer’s block for atsv just evaporated. these will not be x reader, they’re just regular character fics, which i know isn’t my usual stuff but i hope you enjoy them anyway :) this is kinda new territory for me, so i will just see how it does <33 my angst lovers will def enjoy this

this is the headcanon i’ll be writing for here!

link to the video again, this headcanon isn’t mine!! go follow the lovely writer who made it<33

𓆩♱🪐₊˙ 🧸 ♡♱𓆪 angst ahead

Gwen entered her house as silently as possible. It was after dark and much too late for Gwen Stacy to be out. But Spider-Woman had been out in the streets of New York City for at least two hours, fighting off a new band of villains who proclaimed themselves her archenemies and had egos too big for their own good. Such enemies were nothing new, but their number had made them a longer battle, and Gwen hadn’t escaped completely unscathed. Damage had been dealt to some public property as well- her opponents had definitely utilized weapons more than most had in this fight. To show for her battle there was a stinging scrape on her elbow, several bruises, and a bleeding gash on her forehead- all of which she could cover effectively with her clothes, but the head wound forced her to throw a hood over her head. But they were wounds Gwen sported with pride. As long as the people of Queens were safe and unharmed, she was pleased, and happy to successfully fulfill her duty as Spider-Gwen another day.

She crammed her foot into her shoe just as the door shut behind her, slipping the last of the slightly tattered Spider costume off of herself and hurriedly shoving it into her backpack- but when she tried to zip it, the damn thing wouldn’t close. Brow furrowing, Gwen pushed the suit in with more force to try and get the thing completely inside while trying to make as little noise as possible- but it wasn’t going to happen. There was simply too much stuff in the backpack; but having the suit just hanging out was absolutely not an option. Grimacing as her frustration rose, Gwen dropped on her knees to the floor to dump out some of the contents of her bag, wincing at the slightest noise various books and binders made as they hit the ground. Cursing under her breath, she tried for the third time to smush the Spider-suit inside her bag.

“Gwen? Is that you?”

Gwen almost jumped out of her skin, heart skipping a beat- but when she looked up in a panic, she saw only her father looking back at her from on the couch, the light from the TV dimly illuminating his features that were contorted into an expression of confusion. “Gwen?”

Gwen quickly zipped her backpack closed, costume secured, and stood up abruptly, eyes wide. “Um, hey, Dad.”

Her father was silent for a moment, tilting his head at her, his arm slung over the back of the sofa. “You’re here way past your curfew. Wanna explain?”

Gwen cringed, eyes shifting away from her dad. “Late band practice,” she replied as dismissively as possible, but it came out sounding a little like a question, and she bit the inside of her cheek. A weak lie, but she hadn’t expected her policeman father to still be up- usually after a full day of shifts, he was out cold by the time she made it home.

She rushed to change the subject, slinging her bag over her shoulder. “How come you’re still up, Dad?” Gwen wanted to know, quickly dashing to her room and tossing her bag into the very back of her closet before popping back into the living room, standing beside the arm of the couch. “Usually you’re asleep by now.”

Her father didn’t reply, instead turning around and facing the television again. Gwen followed his gaze- and her face immediately fell. Displaying on the screen was a live news report, from the scene at which she’d just been present at. The headline rolling across the bottom of the screen read: “Damage Dealt to Apartment Building: Spider-Woman Suspected in The Incident.”

Gwen’s eyes only narrowed the further she read, her jaw clenching and her face turning stony. Whenever the name Spider-Woman was in the headlines, nothing good ever came out of it.

Meanwhile, the reporter on the screen was standing in front of a building with a few broken windows, the red and blue lights of police cars flashing behind her. Gwen watched the woman with a grim look as she spoke: “Authorities report receiving complaints of suspicious activity from Queens Housing residents at around 10:00 PM, many reports containing descriptions of several people who seemed to be in some sort of altercation. By the time police arrived at the scene, the suspects all seemed to have gone- but based on eyewitness accounts and testimonies, at least one of the perpetrators was most definitely the notorious Spider-Woman. Along with that, behind me-“ the woman paused to back up to the brick wall of the apartment “-are remnants of what appear to be spider webs, which can definitely incriminate Spider-Woman as being at least partially responsible here.”

Gwen was snapped out of her rampaging thoughts by her father, who let out a sigh that was a mixture of exasperation, exhaustion, and anger. “Spider-Woman again,” he murmured through what sounded like clenched teeth. Frowning, Gwen turned to look at her father, who wore a hardened expression on his face, his brow furrowed. “Every time she’s brought up, it’s about someone she’s hurt or damage she’s done to this city. This used to be a decent place.” He shook his head and sighed. “And she has the audacity to label herself a ‘hero.’”

Gwen felt her heart sink in her chest, her shoulders drooped, and her head lowered, knowing what was to come next. Her father had not been fond of “Spider-Woman” ever since what had happened with Peter. And although Gwen knew objectively that her father’s determination to finally capture Spider-Woman was only rooted in his love for her, seeing the pain Peter’s death seemingly at the hands of Spider-Woman had caused his daughter, it still sent sharp pains through her chest whenever he spoke about her so negatively and with such contempt in his tone- Gwen knew it was actually directed towards her.

Captain Stacy noticed his daughter’s silence, and turned his head to face her, a look of sympathy on his face. “Don’t worry, kid- we’ll catch her soon. I’ll catch her soon. I promise it won’t be long before we put her away, ‘kay?”

Gwen felt her muscles tighten as he said this, avoiding looking at him as her lips pressed into a thin line and her eyes squeezed shut for a brief moment. Then she burst out abruptly, “Dad, why don’t you just give up looking for Spider-Woman? It isn’t like you’ll ever catch her.”

Even though she wasn’t looking at her father, she could feel his gaze burning into her, and she could sense the confusion and faint undertones of anger. There was a chilly moment of silence before Captain Stacy replied, his tone wavering as he tried to be reasonable. “Gwen- this woman’s been a menace to society for months. It wouldn’t be safe to just let her go free.” He turned around for a moment and gestured to the still droning TV, the camera now pointed at the newswoman along with a bystander- an elderly woman with a blanket wrapped around her shoulders. Gwen turned sharply back towards the screen, already feeling her heart begin to race.

“I woke up to the sound of my window cracking, and then it just broke,” the old woman shared, the police sirens whooping in the background punctuating her words. A heavy sigh escaped Gwen at the trembling of the woman’s voice, and she swallowed hard. “I didn’t get to see what exactly broke it. All I saw was a shadow and I heard a thud. I was so shocked and frightened I had a hard time getting up.”

Damn. Gwen vaguely recalled ricocheting off of a window of what she assumed was an abandoned building, of which there was an abundance of in New York City, but she hadn’t had a clue that it was an apartment complex.

Meanwhile, Captain Stacy listened to the old woman as well, shaking his head sorrowfully. “It’s a shame that our elderly can’t even be safe with Spider-Woman running loose the way she is. That’s why it’s so important to catch her- before she harms anybody else.” There was a certain spin to the way Gwen’s father said anybody else- a certain emphasis that she had heard so many times when he talked about Spider-Woman. He was alluding to Peter.

“Well, nobody was hurt,” Gwen asserted in a firm voice, brow furrowing and cheeks heating up as she tried to defend herself. “Isn’t that what matters?”

Captain Stacy was quick to respond. “Someone could have been hurt, though,” he answered, clearly displeased. “That’s why vigilantes like Spider-Woman are no good. If she isn’t being regulated by an actual organization, she can do whatever she wants, hurt people in the process, and suffer no repercussions.”

Gwen felt something dark and unpleasant pool in the pit of her stomach. “Look, Dad, there are criminals in this very city doing way worse than anything Spider-Woman’s ever done, okay? Why not focus on them? Why bring her up so often? It’s literally all you talk about.” Gwen’s voice began to rise in volume. “Just stop going after her already, Dad. It’s pointless.”

Captain Stacy stood up and faced Gwen, his expression disbelieving. “Gwen- Gwen, you’re not serious. You know I won’t just let her do what she wants. I can’t.“ A note of irritation began to sound in his tone, but the officer paused and closed his eyes for a moment, inhaling deeply before looking back up at Gwen with that same piteous look. “You know… it’s probably just the pain talking. I know you just want to let it go-“

Gwen was in no mood, her emotions beginning to slip out of her control. She felt her face harden. “Dad, enough. I don’t wanna talk about that. I’m talking about Spider-Woman-“

“The only reason I talk about Spider-Woman so much is because of that.” Captain Stacy’s voice turned stern as he stretched up to his full height. He didn’t move from his place, but his severity was evident from where Gwen was standing at the end of the couch. Letting out a breath of exasperation, he put his hands on his hips. “You know, I’m a little confused here. She‘s destroying property and potentially harming innocent civilians, which is objectively reason enough for any decent person to want her behind bars. But our personal stake in this- your personal stake in this- I mean, what she did to Peter-“

“We aren’t talking about that now. No.”Gwen held up a hand in an impassioned stop motion, shutting her eyes and looking away, tugging the hood on head a little further in front of her face. Her voice was beginning to break, tears pricking at the backs of her eyes. Again she swallowed.

Captain Stacy’s expression darkened. “I think we are.” The change in his mood made Gwen tense. “What she did to Peter is unforgivable. What she did to you is unforgivable.” He paused, seeming to struggle to get his own words out. “Spider-Woman… Spider-Woman is an awful person, and she deserves to be caught and put away. She deserves-“

“Dad, no. Just stop,” Gwen pleaded, the tears burning in her eyes blurring her vision slightly. She felt like she was spiraling out of control, her breathing growing panicked. “I mean, it could have been an accident, yeah?” Gwen threw her arms in the air. “She hasn’t killed anyone else, has she? Just leave her alone. I don’t want to hear you talk about her anymore, Dad, please.” Her blue eyes were wet and wide, the emotion within them raw.

Captain Stacy was alarmed by his daughter’s change in demeanor, his face turning more concerned and his tone softening a little. “Gwen, but even if I don’t talk about her, I’ll still be trying to catch her.” He slowly walked to Gwen, then placed a large hand on her shoulder, gazing down at her with a melancholy look in his eyes. At his touch, she stiffened. “I really hate to see you this upset over Spider-Woman, Gwen. You see what she’s done? You see the effect she’s had on you?”

God, he wasn’t listening. Gwen’s shoulders were tensed high, her head facing the floor, and she wouldn’t look at her father, feeling the first tear fall from her eye and down her cheek. Vehemently, she wiped it roughly from her eye with the base of her palm, breathing shakily. Captain Stacy noticed it, and sighed deeply, pulling Gwen close to his chest and cradling her head in his hand.

Gwen felt a softer part of herself relax a little in her father’s grasp, but she continued to tremble, eyes still pointed down. Her mind was a mess. All her dad ever talked about lately was Spider-Woman- even the mere mention could set him off on a tangent about how terrible she was and how she needed to be locked away. And every time he did, Gwen felt another tiny piece of herself break away, the web keeping her together unraveling just a little more. The secret of being Spider-Woman was beginning to eat at her very core. And her father always telling her over and over what a horrible person Spider-Woman was, ignorant of the fact that she was Gwen, had been wearing on her for a long time. Already Gwen felt so, so guilty for what had happened to her best friend. She had even stopped acting as Spider-Woman for some time afterward- numb with grief. Some days she felt so heavy with it that she couldn’t even lift her feet to walk and she just wanted to puke. She skipped school- which was easy to do since her father left before dawn to work- and just locked herself in her room with tears stinging her eyes and thoughts so dark swirling through her head that Gwen sometimes feared herself. She was strong, and she knew that, but Gwen absolutely could not handle her father hating her as much as she sometimes hated herself. He was all she had left.

Meanwhile, Captain Stacy continued to hold his daughter, the TV now ignored. He rested his head in his daughter’s hair, blissfully unaware of the real reason she was crying. “Gwen…” he murmured sadly into her hair, caressing her cheek. “You have no idea how much it kills me to see you like this.”

Gwen pressed her lips together into a thin line, harshly blinking back more tears that threatened to spill from her eyes, sclera tinged red with the burn. She said nothing, chin trembling as she lowered her head further into her father’s chest, her breathing starting to steady as she found some comfort in her father’s embrace.

And then he said this.

“I won’t let Spider-Woman kill you inside… like she killed Peter.”

Never had Gwen’s stomach sunk so quickly. She felt everything within her turn icy. She turned completely frigid in her father’s arms.

Gwen had shoved it down as long as she could remember after Peter’s death. She had forced it deep into the darkest crevices of her mind and locked it away so that she never had to acknowledge it. It was the one thing that could possibly send her over the edge.

The thought that she was directly responsible for Peter’s demise.

She hadn’t even dared to think about it. She had spent - and her father, her own dad, believed it.

That she had killed her best friend.

The fact that Captain Stacy didn’t know that Gwen was Spider-Woman only made it that much worse. No personal bias, from an objective standpoint, and he had still come to the conclusion that she was Peter’s murderer.

And that forced Gwen to confront the grim possibility, the thought that she had regular nightmares about and fought so long to banish from her head, that he was right. That she had, indeed, killed her best friend.

“Dad, no,” Gwen heard herself say, as if from a distance.

Captain Stacy pulled away from Gwen slightly to meet her eyes. “What?”

“I said no!” Gwen was suddenly yelling, tearing herself violently from her father’s arms. She noticed that she could hardly see, and then realized that she was crying, all the tears she’d been holding back streaming down her cheeks. It was too much to even try and wipe away. “Dad, please, I’m begging you, just stop talking about her. Stop going after her. I don’t want you to mention anything about her anymore.” Her voice cracked more with every word, breaking down into sobs as sharp pains suddenly wracked her chest. No matter how deeply she breathed she couldn’t seem to get enough air, strangled heaving sounds emitting from her chest.

Captain Stacy looked anxious, not having moved from where he stood. His focus never left his daughter. “Gwen. Gwen, what’s going on?”

“Nothing. Nothing’s going on,” Gwen answered bitterly through her tears, hating that she was still forced to lie. She would always be forced to lie. Gwen knew she could never tell her dad the truth about her identity now, and it only made her cry all the more vehemently. Not being able to confide in her own dad while being unable to see any of her other friends made Gwen feel so agonizingly alone. She could literally feel the hole in her heart, and it just made her feel weak. She was supposed to be independent. Gwen felt like she was losing her mind, and she just could not another mention of Spider-Woman from her dad.

“Gwen. Gwen, you’re crying-“

She was pacing back and forth across the room, hands on her head and fingers tangled in her hair as if she was trying to physically hold her mind together. She stopped in front of her father, gesturing wildly. “Please, Dad, just- please, promise me, you’ll stop going after her. Please.” Gwen’s words felt as if they were being pulled from her very soul, and it hurt. She stood in front of her father, eyes glistening and tears staining her red cheeks. She was the picture of desperation.

Captain Stacy’s expression was grim, and he opened his mouth to speak, but closed it again as he gazed at Gwen with a look in his eye as if he carried the weight of the world on his shoulders. But he still didn’t understand. And Gwen knew he wasn’t going to stop going after her.

There was a moment of morose silence between father and daughter, the only sound being Gwen’s shaky breathing as she tried halfheartedly to calm herself. Eventually her expression relaxed- her eyes lowering and her hands falling to her sides limply. There was no point.

Gwen lowered her eyes slowly back to the ground, her hand weakly coming up to her face to brush the tears away. Her face had stiffened, turning into a stony mask. She nodded, a barely visibly motion, and a bitter smile started at the corners of her lips, but it quickly vanished. Not looking at her father, she turned her back to him, and sort of awkwardly began to head to her bedroom.

“Wait.”

Gwen stopped in her tracks as she heard her father’s voice. She didn’t turn around.

There was silence before Captain Stacy spoke again. “What happened to your head?”

Gwen frowned at first, not knowing what he was talking about- but then she felt a strand of hair brush her cheek and realized her hood had come down, revealing the wound she had suffered during her earlier fight.

“Ran into a wall at school.” Gwen answered, voice slightly hoarse. She closed her eyes for a second, letting one more tear spill from her eye before retreating to her bedroom, shutting the door slowly behind her. She felt detached, as if she was watching herself from afar. Her footsteps were unsteady as she walked to her bed and sat down. And then she brought her knees to her aching chest and cried.

Gwen didn’t know how long she had spent on her bed, sobbing like she hadn’t done since Peter’s death, before she felt a tap on her head which was buried in her arms. At first she didn’t acknowledge it, but when she was tapped again with a little more force, Gwen allowed her eyes only to peer from behind her arms and see what it was.

She was met with a painfully bright light, flashing different colors every second, and she grimaced when it hit her stinging and swollen eyes, thinking that it was probably just a siren. But then Gwen looked further up- and her eyes widened.

Hobie peered down at her, a slight frown on his face, but he seemed as nonchalant as ever.

“Rough night?”

[willtheweaver]

Writerly questionnaire

Thanks for the tag @thatuselesshuman @the-golden-comet @the-letterbox-archives @theink-stainedfolk

How long have you had your writing Tumblr/ Writeblr? A fast and loose estimate is fine!

I’ve been on Tumblr for five years, although only two of those have been as an active part of Writeblr.

What led you to create it?

There really aren’t that many places where I can go off about my writing. Most of the people I know have moved all over the place.

What’s your favorite thing about the Writeblr community?

All the support from fellow writers. It’s validating to know that there are those out there who enjoy your work, and that you made the right decision in pursuing writing.

What’s one thing you’d like your mutuals to know about you?

I am always open to asks. Ask about my writing, world-building, OCs, advice, writing tips, I’m open. I do my best to answer, but some stuff I don’t want to spoil just yet.

Is there anything more you’d like to see on your dash?

Nothing I can think of.

WIP it good

Which Works-In-Progress (WIPs) are you noodling about lately?

Right now focused on A Feather in the Forest. Drafting is done, and now I’m doing editing and revising.

How long have you been working on them?

Eight months.

Do you remember what inspired them/ what got you started?

I had a vague idea in my head for a story. Just some thoughts that I thought could be made into something cohesive, and so I jumped in.

When someone’s asks the dreaded “What do you write about,” question, what do you say?

Whatever is in my head.

What do you want to say (if it’s different from what you say)?

I said what I said, and I stand by my words.

Let’s rotate Blorbos

Name any character you’ve created. Side characters, protagonists, antagonists, characters who’ve never been written, the first original abomination you’ve pulled out of your ass: whomever you like!

Are you sure about this? Very well then…here are some off the top of my head:

Fen, Playa, Opal, Sorrel, Caine, Leif, Ivy, Nettle, Rail, Quill, Volt, Halley, Hesper, Grey, Reed, Dirge, Zephyr, Cya, Gale, Morgan, Clio, Talvi, Marigold,Freya, Squall…(continues until the heat-death of the universe)

Who’s the most unhinged?

None so far, but there is more than enough time for screws to come loose…

Who comes the most naturally for you to write?

Whichever I’m in the mood to write.

Do you ever cringe at them?

On occasion.

How much control do you feel you have over your characters? AKA do they ever “write themselves” , refuse to cooperate, or do things you didn’t expect? To what degree? Are some less cooperative than others?

Do the gods hide because they are afraid that the mortals are tired of their little games and are plotting to destroy all deities? That’s how it feels sometimes.

Do you enjoy people asking about your characters? And do you have a preferred means of receiving said questions? For example, as Asks, as Replies, as Reblogs, as tags, as comments on AO3, etc.

I do. Always feels good to have someone to talk to about OCs. As I am active on Tumblr and not on AO3, any and all asks, replies, reblogs and tags are welcomed.

On Writeblr Engagement

What makes you want to follow another Writeblr account? Do you follow ‘em as you see ‘em, or take time to scoop out the blog to make sure it aligns with its contents? Do you follow based on WIPs, or vibes?

I check them out before I jump in. Call me weary, but I like to get a good feel for potential moots. If I feel like they are a good fit, I jump on in.

What makes you decide against following?

Unnecessary negativity, AI content, hate, bigotry, overly political content all turn me off.

Do you interact with non-mutuals often?

I do whenever I have free time. If anyone wants to ask about my WIPs, OCs, or tag me in tag games, I do my best to respond.

Do your mutuals’ characters occupy a space in your noodle?

Yes. A memorable character always sticks with you.

Do you interact with your mutuals often?

As often as I can.

Tagging @kaylinalexanderbooks @mk-writes-stuff @xenascribbles @words-after-midnight @nczaversnick

@bookish-karina @paeliae-occasionally @poethill @jay-avian @riveriafalll @lavender-gloom

@the-ellia-west @autism-purgatory @duckingwriting and open tag

[luvrodite]

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housekeeping

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FAQS

⋆⭒˚｡⋆'i sent an ask in, but it hasn't been answered yet, have you received it?'

most likely yes! i take some time to get to asks, and often answer them out of order depending on what i have energy for. if it's a question about something, i'll usually answer it straight away or as soon as i can get to it but any fictional character thoughts (which are always always welcome) are usually answered whenever i can get to them. i also like to hoard asks for a bit (which is an awful habit but it can't be helped) so if you see me active on the dash and not responding, it's nothing personal i promise !! and please don't hesitate to send them in!! i will get to them when i can ♡

⋆⭒˚｡⋆'why was i blocked, and can i get unblocked?'

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update: going forward, i will also be blocking any blogs that follow this account that i feel may not actually be an adult. this is for my peace of mind and i apologise if you feel i have wrongly assumed. however, i would rather block an adult than have a minor interact with/follow my blog.

⋆⭒˚｡⋆'when will my request be filled?'

please be patient with me!! often times it takes me a while to get around to requests. sometimes i'm hit with a burst of inspiration, and others i can't get two words out. i want to do your requests justice! that being said: sometimes requests will go unfulfilled and i apologise for that. i'll do my best, but at the end of the day i am just one person and this is a hobby

⋆⭒˚｡⋆'are your requests open?'

i will always have it in my navi whether they are! if they're open, please specify and let me know that it is a fic request, as sometimes i get thoughts that i like to answer via ask format that rarely go beyond a short blurb or a few sentences. please don't send any requests if they're not open, as i will probably delete them.

[s-talking]

first thing’s first! everything you see on this blog, ( including character art - icons - icon border - theme - divider - etc.. etc.. ) were all personally drawn, written, & made-up by me, so please kindly do  NOT  take anything whatsoever. envy’s horror story took indeed many years to develop, but so did every little aesthetic & concept art to match & i’m pretty sure nobody likes their stuff taken.

all in all, i’m not really selective but much like everyone else, i reserve the right to soft-block anyone who either makes me feel uncomfortable or breaks any of the rules mentioned here.

again, since this blog does & will contain mature content, please kindly do not follow if you’re under the age of   18  or if you are easily disturbed by really  GRIM / MORBID / HORROR  &  YANDERE-ESQUE  stuff, thank you.

you don’t ever need to match my post length or make your post fancy, i honestly just care about the effort itself in the end.

when it comes to plotting, i’m generally full of ideas but it’s also not very fun to be doing everything alone so please, kindly work with me, especially if you’re the one following me first. likewise, if we’ve only just started interacting & are currently in the middle of plotting, don’t just leave me hanging for days on end because if you’re constantly active on dash & go radio silent... well, i’ll just assume you’re no longer interested. it’s as simple as that. i’ll give around 3-4 days before unfollowing, unless you’re offline.

all information about envy can be found on the blog itself, however, please be sure to read his ‘  personality  ‘ section in particular, especially if you’re interested in shipping with him or if your own character happens to be very intimidating, scary, or powerful.

adding to the point above, should your muse ever taunt, attack, or merely rub him the wrong way, don't expect for the ' yandere ' factor to be some kind of failsafe; envy is extremely fake, ruthless, & sadistic, & didn't think twice before murdering his first love. he is as domineering & possessive as he is truly heartless, & i won't ever tone him down.

MUN  -//-  CHARACTER. please do remember that these two are extremely different. i’m literally nothing like envy nor do i have a creepy eldritch grandma breathing down my neck. the same goes for any potential love interests in threads. what happens  in  character will always be  in  character. also, on similar note, i literally feel  NO  pity whatsoever towards envy & do not approve of the wicked things he says or does so if someone finally kills his yandere ass ─ that’s wholly on him, & i’m completely fine with it.

my only real  ‘ taboo ‘   topics are any mentions of d.i.d, cancer or other terminal illnesses.  SORRY.  accounts revolving around such are going to be avoided, as none of those will ever be taken lightly ─ far too personal / heavy of a topic.

since this blog is currently on semi-hiatus, from time to time i’ll disappear for few days ( or even weeks ) due to life being life, but usually it’s nothing major & i’ll promptly return. no worries. anything as big as a hiatus shall be notified on dash & even so, i’ll eventually return anyway. ~

if i happen to follow you, it means i’ve already read your rules / about page & would love to role-play ( even if i don’t send in a password ).

that’s it! thank you for reading & i hope you’ll stick around to role-play!

[liviingdarkness]

𝔴𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔡𝔬 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔟𝔢𝔩𝔦𝔢𝔳𝔢 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝙴𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚈𝙾𝙽𝙴 𝔦𝔰 𝔴𝔞𝔱𝔠𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤? 𝔴𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔡𝔬 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔟𝔢𝔩𝔦𝔢𝔳𝔢? 𝖜𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖉𝖔 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖇𝖊𝖑����𝖊𝖛𝖊 𝖜𝖍𝖊𝖓 𝙽𝙾𝙱𝙾𝙳𝚈 𝖎𝖘 𝖜𝖆𝖙𝖈𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌? 𝖜𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖉𝖔 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖇𝖊𝖑𝖎𝖊𝖛𝖊?

# 𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒

private and selective FANDOMLESS HORROR OCS. dark and triggering themes may be played out on this account   *please follow with caution* minors and personals do not interact. rules and bio in sites please review before interactions. possessed by alex ˢʰᵉ / ʰᵉʳ creatures including but limited to : 𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬 , 𝐯𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐬 , 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐬 , 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝.   rules and temp muse list under read more affiliate with - 𝙰𝙴𝚂𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚃𝙸𝙲 𝙰𝙲𝙲𝙾𝚄𝙽𝚃 - 𝚂𝙿𝙸𝙲𝙴 𝙰𝙲𝙲𝙾𝚄𝙽𝚃

𝖘𝖎𝖙𝖊𝖘 ,  𝔰𝔢𝔩𝔣 𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔪𝔬 ,  𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖈𝖆𝖑𝖑 , 𝔞𝔰𝔨 𝔪𝔢𝔪𝔢𝔰

TEMPORARY MUSE LIST. click name for about stats and about

TEMPORARY MUSE LIST. click name for about stats and about

𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐔𝐒 - 𝚑𝚒𝚐𝚑 𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚗 𝐕𝐀𝐋 - 𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚗 𝐍𝐎𝐕𝐔𝐒 - 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚗 𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐀 - 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚕 𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐇 - 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚕 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄 - 𝚟𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝐍𝐀𝐎𝐌𝐈 - 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚟𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝐍𝐗𝐘 - 𝚟𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐒𝐎𝐍 - 𝚟𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚎/𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚟𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚕 𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐄 - 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚟𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚕

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this account will contain ocs created by me consisting of it's own lore and back stories. this page is still very much under construction and as i work a full time job it might take me a little bit to update it. please come to my inbox with any questions you might have!

I am a mutual only blog , meaning i will only be interacting with people who follow me and i also follow back. please if we are not mutuals , do not interact. any interactions outside of mutuals will be ignored , this does include pms , and if it’s continued i will have to block for my own comfort.

I do tend to take a little while to respond to things being that I have a full time job working outside and it does usually take a lot out of me. my usual days off are wednesday and saturday and i will be most active on those days. rping is a hobby for me and i would like to keep it that way , so please no pressure for responses.

when it comes to triggers , i will tag anything i feel needs to be tagged with “trigger” TW or “trigger” CW if it is written but please keep in mind there will be many dark themes played out on this account. if there is anything you see that you wish to not, feel free to reach out and ask me to tag anything. i don't mind and i will go on tagging it in the future. the only thing i have blacklisted personally is 'animal death' or anything along those lines.

my name is alex and i’m 21+ so with that being said i will not follow anyone under the age of 18 nor do i think anyone under the age of 18 should follow me. if i do find a minor following me it will be a hard block. in addition to this rule , when it comes to nsfw content i am comfortable with writing it out as well as fade to black. admittedly i’m not great at writing smut though i am fully open to mutuals sending in any nsfw content.

when someone follows me i will take the time to look over everything on their account and decide if i think our muses could interact and i would expect anyone else to do the same when i follow but if my follow sits there for a few weeks without a response , no hard feelings , i do not mind but i will just unfollow to keep my dash clean! if for some reason i do not add you back please accept this and do not follow and refollow or interact with anything on my account. this will result in a hard block.

i do have shipping open for most of my muses and it will be stated on my muse page if they’re open for it. i would keep in mind though that most of my muses don’t jump into relationships quick, everything will be simply be based on chemistry. of course i am also open to other ships, they don’t have to be strictly romantic, give my muses best friends! Enemies! anything you can think of, i’m always open to plotting!

credits : icon border , promo , psd coloring

[cb-writes-stuff]

Writer Questionnaire

Thank you @ari-writes-things for the tag! I’ve wanted to do one of these for a while.

It’s very long, and I frequently scroll through my blog. Hence, it’s going under a cut.

How long have you had your writing tumblr/writeblr? A fast and loose estimate is fine!

A little over a month.

What led you to create it?

I wanted to share my stuff (writing related and not) with people who’d like it so I’m not just sending my thoughts into the void.

What’s your favorite thing about the writeblr community?

I haven’t interacted with it much, but I like how much variety there is! And how people actually exist who want to talk about writing.

What’s one thing you’d like your mutuals to know about you?

Um… I don’t know. I guess that I’m shy. I’d love to talk, but I never know what to talk about. If I don’t interact with you much, it’s not because I don’t like you! I just don’t know how to start a conversation.

Is there anything you’d like to see more of on your dash?

Writing snippets from people I know and stories I’m following.

Which wips or writing projects have you been noodling about lately?

Just my main wip, Project Opal.

Do you remember what inspired them/what got you started?

It sounds kinda stupid, but I had a dream once. That dream has nothing to do with the story in its current state, but it’s what got me started on this project.

How much time, in your best estimation, do you spend thinking about them?

A few to several hours a day, I’d say.

When someone asks the dreaded, “what do you write about,” question, what do you usually say?

I usually shrug. But if I’m pressed for an answer, I just say fantasy.

Name any characters you created. side characters, protagonists, antagonists, characters who’ve never been written, the first original abomination you ever pulled from your rear; whomever you’d like

Hmm… Let’s see. I don’t really wanna spoil anything, and I’m gonna be talking about the main characters soon…

Oh, “never been written”? Well. Lemme talk about Sils. (Yes, I’ll talk more about her later, and she’s an unrevealed character. I’m fine with it.) There’s so much about her that’ll make her act weird, but not in the usual kind of weird. I really look forward to writing her.

Who's the most unhinged?

Probably Ven, I think. He’s not exactly unhinged, but he’s the most willing to do stupid things with minimal forethought.

Who comes the most naturally for you to write?

Probably Lynn. Being the most English certainly helps in that regard.

Do you ever cringe at them?

No? I haven’t written very much of my wip, so I might in the future.

How much control do you feel you have over your characters? do they ever “write themselves,” refuse to cooperate, or do things you didn’t expect? To what degree? Are some less cooperative than others?

Quite a bit. Sometimes too much, perhaps. The problem-fixer in me wants to fix all the problems and avoid conflict.

Do you enjoy people asking questions about your characters? and do you have a preferred means of receiving said questions? for example, as asks, as replies, as reblogs, as tag notes, as comments on ao3, etc.

ABSOLUTELY. Ask me anything. I would love to talk about my characters. And I’ll take questions in any form!

What makes you want to follow another writeblr account? Do you follow ‘em as you see ‘em, or take time scoping out the blog to make sure you align with its content? Do you follow based on wips, or vibes?

I make sure to check a blog out before I follow it. Some stuff really isn’t good for me to see, so I try to avoid it.

Mainly, I follow for vibes. But I also like wips, of course!

Do you interact with non-mutuals often?

No, but just because I’m bad at it. It’s kinda hard when I don’t know them. Social anxiety doesn’t help.

Do your mutuals’ characters occupy space in your noodle?

Honestly, I haven’t read enough of their stuff for that. I’d love to, though!

Now, to tag my writer moots…

@xenascribbles @avdlwriting @die-in-beautiful-stars-tonight @orion-lacroix @threedaysgross @funkytrashcan @severevoiddragon @thebookishkiwi @alex-books-and-stuff and anyone else who wants to do it! And if you’re a writer moot of mine and I didn’t tag you here (probably because I didn’t know or forgot), consider yourself tagged! (No pressure, of course!)

[mundanemoongirl]

Writer Questionairre Tag

Thanks for tagging me @leahnardo-da-veggie! I did the part 2 questions

how long have you had your writing tumblr/writeblr? a fast and loose estimate is fine!

Exactly a year!

what led you to create it?

I saw other writeblrs and wanted to show off my writing too.

what’s your favourite thing about the writeblr community?

The games. It’s a fun way to connect with other writers.

what’s one thing you’d like your mutuals to know about you?

I’m not just into writing. I also love science!

is there anything you’d like to see more of on your dash?

Idk. I think my dash is great right now. I have a mix of a lot of things I like.

which wips or writing projects are you noodling about, lately?

Spiritwalker. Tbh I don’t even remember when I last worked on We Faceless Folk. I do have another idea…but I want to finish my current projects first.

how long have you been working on them?

I’ve been working on Spiritwalker for 3 years and We Faceless Folk for 1 year.

do you remember what inspired them/what got you started?

Yes! Spiritwalker was inspired by Kendara Blake’s Three Dark Crowns series and We Faceless Folk was inspired by a mix of one of Rotten Mango’s true crime podcasts, Going Dark by Melissa De La Cruz, and our sucky world in general.

how much time, in your best estimation, do you spend thinking about them?

Literally all day.

when someone asks the dreaded, “what do you write about,” question, what do you usually say?

Fantasy. It’s not all I work on, but it’s what I started with and what has my heart so that’s what I say.

name any characters you created. side characters, protagonists, antagonists, characters who’ve never been written, the first original abomination you ever pulled from your ass; whomever you’d like!

Ok, my main characters are Daron Spiritwalker, Maya Wisp, Catalina Hemlock, Aria Fang, Cassidy Tempress, and Naomi Lunaire. Some of my favorite side characters are Iris Arsonite, Amiliana Hemlock, Rosemary Nightshade, and Leon Starling.

who’s the most unhinged?

Maya. One of my favorite things to write is how unhinged she is. She once asked Daron to break her hand just for touching her.

who comes the most naturally for you to write?

Cassidy. I always say I ran out of character traits by the time I got to her so I modeled her after me.

do you ever cringe at them?

Yes.

how much control do you feel you have over your characters? do they ever “write themselves,” refuse to cooperate, or do things you didn’t expect? to what degree? are some less cooperative than others?

During my first draft I had complete control, but in the second draft I lost it. I think it’s so funny though because it’s like some of my characters were so upset at my failed attempts to get them right that they just took the keyboard from my hands and started writing themselves.

what makes you want to follow another writeblr account? do you follow ‘em as you see ‘em, or take time scoping out the blog to make sure you align with its content? do you follow based on wips, or vibes?

Sometimes I follow just to follow. Sometimes it’s because we have similar interests. Depends on my mood.

what makes you decide against following?

Idk I just feel sometimes that no one wants me to interact with them.

do you interact with non-mutuals often?

Not really. I don’t want to seem like a weird stranger randomly liking and reblogging from people who don’t know me.

do your mutuals’ characters occupy space in your noodle?

Some. There’s so many it’s hard for me to keep track lol

Gently tagging @pixies-love-envy @wyked-ao3 and anyone else who wants to answer! Feel free to use any or all of these questions

[urnumber1star]

Writer Questionare

Thanks @leahnardo-da-veggie for the tag!

How long have you had your writing tumblr/writeblr? a fast and loose estimate is fine!

A bit more than three months I think!

What led you to create it?

I wanted to follow a specific creator. Then I started looking around Tumblr a bit more and realized people shared their writing on here and got excited. 

What’s your favourite thing about the writeblr community?

I feel like everyone is so nice and supportive. At least in my experience so far. And I love that!

What’s one thing you’d like your mutuals to know about you?

I talk a lot. You might already know that. If i'm ever a little too much i'm so sorry. I talk WAY too much sometimes.

Is there anything you’d like to see more of on your dash?

Maybe a bit more different accounts. I love you guys but my dash is kinda all the same people over and over again lmao.

Which wips or writing projects are you noodling about, lately?

Well definitely BRS as it’s my main WIP. But I had a dream about a really old WIP of mine last night so now it’s sort of just stuck in my brain.

How long have you been working on them?

I've been working on BRS for about three months! 

Do you remember what inspired them/what got you started?

Yes I do! I was listening to a song while on my bedroom floor and I got a scene idea and I wrote a story about it. 

How much time, in your best estimation, do you spend thinking about them?

I'm not sure. Maybe three or four hours?

When someone asks the dreaded, “what do you write about,” question, what do you usually say?

I usually just say it depends because that’s honestly it. Everything I write about is never remotely the same. 

Name any characters you created. side characters, protagonists, antagonists, characters who’ve never been written, the first original abomination you ever pulled from your ass; whomever you’d like!

Well the WIP from years ago I think I’ll talk about because I need to. Tari (Protag),  Leon, Fenix, Kay, Angelica, Pocky (My friend named her lol), Taylor, Victor, Lady Athesia, Nightmare Fenix. Fun fact this is the first WIP I ever wrote with an actual plot! :]

Who’s the most unhinged?

Tari. That woman has issues. 

Who comes the most naturally for you to write?

As of BRS it’s Ray. I’m not sure why but he just comes very easily to me.

Do you ever cringe at them?

Definitely. All the time.

How much control do you feel you have over your characters? do they ever “write themselves,” refuse to cooperate, or do things you didn’t expect? to what degree? are some less cooperative than others?

They control the whole story for me. I have absolutely no control over them and it's a pain. But it makes the process more fun!

What makes you want to follow another writeblr account? do you follow ‘em as you see ‘em, or take time scoping out the blog to make sure you align with its content? Do you follow based on wips, or vibes?

I definitely follow based on WIPs and vibes. I take a look at their stuff and if I like it I follow. That’s probably why I follow so many people haha.

What makes you decide against following?

Rude people. If you’re rude to people I wont waste my time following you.

Do you interact with non-mutuals often?

Sometimes. Sometimes we just forget to follow each other lol. Not very often though.

Do your mutuals’ characters occupy space in your noodle?

Yes. Many. Currently @the-ellia-west s Jak is running around my brain at the moment. 

Gently tagging @agirlandherquill, @kaylinalexanderbooks, @illarian-rambling, @mysticstarlightduck + Anyone else!

[cinnamonest]

Hi Lena!!

I have come to respectfully ask for some Crepus crumbs! I love your Mei Mei and Jie Jie series and I was wondering what it would be like if Crepus had like an illegitimate daughter (Daddy was a very busy man at the tavern [in more ways than one] sometimes...) and he decided to keep her all to himself!

Do you think her daily life would be more hectic, as she may have to follow Papa Ragnvindr around (because although Crepus trusts his sons [to an extent] he remembers what it was like being a horny pre-teen/teen...) for her own "safety"?

Or maybe he'd have a special room for her to stay in, where the boys can't get into, and she can't get out of. Maybe she's more capable than the boys (if she was raised by a nanny or a guardian from birth) or she understood more about the world than the boys?

Do you think he'd be more forceful with her because she doesn't fit into the ladylike mold that he expects from a noble girl? Or maybe he enjoys it because that way he has a reason to punish her!

I have so many thoughts about this and I'd love to hear your take on this!

Much love, and many thanks! Hope everything is going well for you and your loved ones, and if it isn't, then I hope it gets better from here!

— Syl 💙

YESSSS I do enjoy the thought of an alternative to "keeping darling completely unaware of the world" and instead letting her know that it's all taboo, but trying to win her over and convince her that it's good for her <3

(This made me think of [this tweet] I'm sharing bc it robbed me of my dignity at gunpoint and changed my life, it's from a protected account, but I got the artist's permission to share their account (account name is @ // grazhny (just the word without the spaces/dashes, it kept trying to tag a tumblr user) if you can't see it) and they will let you in if you have that you're over 18 in your bio! Their dad-daughter dynamic AU is immaculate but big warning that it's an aged up MHA AU, but like very explicitly and obviously aged up with a very curvaceous/larger figure, but I do know that still bothers some people and I think the artist also makes some more sensitive content for other media, please be respectful to them)

^This is 100000% Crepus, but I'll get to that in a moment.

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But also imagine the two exist in the same universe -- Daddy gets to keep his own girl to himself, and gets the two of them a girl too. Because yes, he does know exactly what being a hormone-addled young man is like, and for that reason he would not trust the two of them to be alone with you for even a second. He ends up buying a girl for the two of them was so that they would have an outlet of their own to exert their stress and teen boy hormones on, and thereby keep the two of them away from his own precious baby girl.

He prefers to keep you all separated. Let them have their little toy to ensure they stay away from you, but his attention is focused on you. Of course, the possessiveness of you he has is one thing, but besides, they're young and energetic and inexperienced, they would be so rough with you and he can't have that (although he seems to have no problem subjecting the poor girl he buys for them to that... just not his own).

You on the other hand are so very delicate, and your father treats you with all the gentleness you need. Most of the time, at least, provided you've been good, and provided he isn't especially frustrated.

He knows exactly how to pleasure you without having to be told, in ways you didn't even know you could feel. He takes his time, too, each session of yours can go on for hours. It's always an experience that leaves you exhausted, as the intensity that builds over time drains your energy when you finally do get to cum.

Most of the time, you stay by his side during the day, whenever he's home. He's a very work-focused and efficient man, so he usually lets you entertain yourself with books and the like while he works, but that doesn't mean he can't maybe take the occasional (read: daily) break to take you upstairs to your room and unwind a little before going back to working.

And that is your room, the one you share together. You can't remember exactly when, but a while back he started insisting that you stay in his room with him to sleep, so now a lot of your clothes and the like are in there. You still do have a room that is separately yours, but now the only time you ever go in there is to get some other clothes or items out of storage, which is basically what the room has turned into.

But sometimes, he has to take care of very important matters away somewhere that you can't really come to. On those days, he ensures that the servants and maids are told to keep careful watch over you, to make sure you have things to do, and to check on you often. He knows how you are... you might get some dumb idea like leaving out the window and going running off, and he can't have that.

You get conditioned to start to anticipate him coming home at the end of the day, on the days where he has to go off the estate grounds. You can feel yourself getting all... tingly whenever you know he'll be home soon.

And he knows that. Smiles when you run over to him and throw your arms around him when he comes through the door, puts an arm under your thighs and picks you up as well, kisses your mouth. Ah, I missed you too.

He always works you to the point of desperation first, using his fingers and his mouth. His hands run over your body so gently, feather-light touches that make you arch your back to meet them without even realizing it. He stretches you out with with fingers, takes your nipples into his mouth, lets you melt in the pleasure of it until you cum at least once. That's his policy, actually, he likes how sensitive your insides get, so he ensures you cum at least once before he would even think about sliding into you. And even then, he's always murmuring sweet words into your ear, holding you close, rutting into you at just the perfect angle.

And when you're done, he's so, so soft, so sweet, always kisses your forehead and rubs up and down your back. Always gets you a warm bath, has maids bring up some food for you.

That doesn't mean he's never rough. Sometimes he has his bad days, you know? Dealing with people can be frustrating sometimes, especially in business and financial matters. Sometimes he just needs to come home at the end of a long day to a very warm welcome, and take out all that stress. Still, he warns you ahead of time. It's been a difficult day, angel... you'll forgive me if I'm a bit rough with you, won't you? And you always smile and nod.

You actually like it a bit, really, those days where he moves a bit faster, each touch is more firm, he pins your hands above your head and fucks you with enough intensity that you can only hear the sound of skin smacking skin in your ears as your mind goes numb. Likewise, he's always sweet afterwards, apologetic even, making sure you're okay and asking if it was too much for you.

In fact, he's even sweet -- albeit firm -- when you've done something wrong. He will let a lot of things slide, especially if you give him apologies and that sad-eyed look that makes his heart melt. So if he's mad enough to not let the matter go, you know you're really, truly screwed up. He doesn't lose his temper, doesn't yell. He speaks firmly, deep-voiced and serious in tone, but it's enough to make you shake like a leaf, as you know he only gets like that if he's really upset.

Even if he does have to punish you though, even then, he'll still hold you while you cry, rub up and down your back to comfort you. It's only because I care so much about you. That's what he always says. If he didn't care, he'd just let you do what you want. It's only because he loves you so much that he has to make sure you don't repeat your mistakes.

He always calls you sweet pet names. Angel. Sweetheart. Darling. Always buys you whatever you want without question, you've never been told no when you pass by something in a store in town and point to it with a smile on your face. Your room is filled with cute things, even some of which you've never really worn or used. Can you blame him? He just can't resist those soft eyes you give him. Sure, some say he's spoiling you, but is that so bad? She only deserves the best, he always says.

On that note, he invests in your education to an extent, as a part of ensuring you have the all-around best life you can. Just enough so that you feel accomplished and intelligent, but not enough that you're ever stressed or burdened. Most of it focuses on geography and social studies to learn about the world you live in, as well as a good deal of literature studies, rather than anything complex or mathematical. He hires a private tutor who stays a few hours a day... and may or may not also serve as a supervisor to ensure you don't have any interactions he wouldn't want, or that you don't leave. It's important for you to have the chance to flourish and expand your intelligence, but at the same time, you don't really need to know all that much, when all you do is stay home and essentially do whatever you want. You don't need to do any chores or the like, either, you're far too fragile and delicate for that.

But this also means that you can't do anything strenuous even if you want to. No intense physical activity, especially outside. He always reminds you of that, you're fragile. It's too much for you. Just stay inside, do the short little lessons you're given, read a book or something.

As part of his efforts to give you the best life you can have, and his general adoration of you, he actually does let you have friends. Pre-approved friends, that is, some other local girls your age that he's been arranging times for you to hang out with since you were small, knowing their parents and all.

Usually, he insists they all come to visit you (while he's there to supervise, of course), but if you ask nicely, he will let a servant escort you into town to go spend time doing fun little things as you all like to do. Nothing bad, though. If you ever come home drunk or get arrested or anything of the sort, that will be the end of that privilege, and he makes that very clear. And no boys, either.

See, one thing he decided on early on for you is that you should know. He tells you outright. That a lot of people would think that the things you do together are bad, that they would be very angry at him should anyone find out you have your time together. It's not normal, not for the vast majority of people. That's why you can't tell your friends about any of that.

Not that it's actually bad, no, of course not. Most people out there just have very twisted ideas of what's okay and not okay, and try and enforce what they like and don't like on other people. How bothersome, isn't it? But you know better, he says. You know that he loves you and that that's why he wants to show you how much he does. You know how good it feels, you know that he makes you cum over and over, and nothing that feels so good could really be bad, right? Besides, some other boy wouldn't put in the same amount of effort, would never be able to make you feel as good anyway.

That doesn't stop some from developing crushes on you, though. Your friends end up bringing guys with them to your get-togethers, so you do meet some of them, but... Daddy wouldn't be mad, right? You didn't know ahead of time they'd be there. It's not your fault. You don't mention it to him... just in case.

You end up becoming friends with them, too. Some of these guys are really nice, they're not at all the sex-crazed, aggressive degenerates Daddy told you all boys were. You think some of them like you.

And that becomes the problem.

Your Father comes home one afternoon, greets you as usual, and goes to look over all the letters and other mail that arrived at the house that day, which the maids always leave for him on his desk. Flipping through each, most of it is pointless stuff that servants can deal with... and then he stops on one envelope in particular. Stares for a moment. Opens it up. His eyes scan over it. You see his expression change, his eyes narrow. You tilt your head and ask him what's wrong.

When he looks up at you, his expression only worsens. You feel uneasy.

What is this?

You're not sure. You say exactly that. His eyes seem to analyze your face, trying to determine if you're telling the truth.

Why did some boy write you a love letter?

And who is this anyway? It's addressed to you. He lets you read it yourself. Your face feels hot as you do, the contents being all basically a confession of feelings, and more notably, asking to meet with you. One of those boys your friends bring around with them.

You shake your head, insist you have never given this boy a reason to do this. You stutter as you explain that your friends brought him -- but I didn't know they'd be there! So you insist when you see him getting visibly more upset. You try your best to explain.

He stops you, puts a hand over your mouth to quiet your rambling and stuttering.

He understands. You just didn't want to upset your friends, right? Still, you should have told him... but he can let this go. He'll have to have a talk with your friends' parents to make sure that they will only meet here at the estate in the future, so he can approve who comes and who doesn't.

But he still wants to meet all of them, lets you get together one more time.

He is a possessive man, you see. The moment he finds out that his sweet little girl has some... unsavory, degenerate boy crushing on her, he knows he has to do something about it.

Yes, the very next time, he insists on meeting all of them, but after asking ahead of time what the problematic one in particular looks like, you can see your Father focus in on him, keeps his eyes on him all the while. Seeing this little brat who has the audacity to think you would ever want him with his own two eyes. The tension is unbearable. Being on the receiving end of your father's glares sounds terrifying, you can only watch as the poor boy nervously fidgets and looks at the floor.

Still, Daddy is so fun and sociable, all your other friends seem to enjoy him being there, even if he is basically a much older adult sitting in on your conversations. Most of them -- besides the one -- don't seem to mind at all.

Your friends can all stay overnight, too. There's two guests rooms, all the guys can be in one and girls in the other... but you, you'll still stay with him, won't you?

You almost get this sinking feeling in your stomach, like there's something about to happen that you don't understand. But your Father wouldn't do anything bad, right? He just wants to spend time with you like usual. You'll just have to be very quiet.

And you are. You bite your lip, hold back the noises as best as you can when he bounces you up and down on his cock. Sitting on the edge of the bed, facing the door, keeping you in his lap, arms hooked under your knees and pulling your legs back so your thighs touch your chest.

You're so very nervous, since he wrapped a blindfold over your eyes. He likes doing that sometimes, says you're so cute when you're all surprised by being unable to see what's coming. So you think nothing of it, but the feeling of being unable to see is unnerving nonetheless, especially with people in the next room over.

It's for the best that you don't see that the door is cracked open, just enough to see inside. It's best you don't know Daddy went out of his way to take some of that awful boy's belongings and put them back in the main hall so that he'd think he left it behind and go to grab it. That you don't see as he passes by the door, turns his head at the noise, doing a double take before his eyes go wide and his jaw drops open.

His eyes scan your body, the way your legs are spread open, your father's cock visibly buried inside you, all perfectly on display. The way Daddy has his mouth locked to yours... the way his eyes open just ever so slightly, the way they lock eyes, the way the corner's of your father's mouth slowly upturn into a smirk. The way the boy tenses up, runs off as fast and quietly as he can.

Yes, it's for the best you don't know about any of that. You'd just be embarrassed, and worried. Father knows better -- no one would ever believe the boy, and they both know that. The message is clear enough: back off.

All you know is that the boy stops trying to contact you after that night. You guess he must have moved on. It's all for the best, so that you can continue to spend your days blissfully unaware, having fun and never having a care in the world, enjoying yourself and the easy life you have.

Oh, but sometimes you hear some rather... almost violent noises coming from the other room downstairs, the one you're not allowed to go into. Gagging and choking and squeals and whimpers and cries, very loud at that. You see one of those two boys that Daddy tells you not to talk to go into the room, and soon after there's the distinct sounds of wet squelching, skin meeting skin, the bed creaking, almost a minute or two after they enter. Which is unfathomable to you, who is so spoiled with the way Daddy works you for at least half an hour first. Repetitive harsh smacking sounds of leather or wood or skin swatting bare flesh, and while Daddy does punish you if you've been especially bad, it's never that many swats, and only rarely, not nearly as often.

But Daddy says to ignore all that, so you do. You just say a quick prayer of thanks to the archons that that's not you.

[amazingmsme]

Making Briar’s playlist & of course it has me thinking about her. & it’s about time I give y’all the content you probably followed me for. This got away from me so putting it under a read more so I don’t clog your dash, thank me later

But yeah, Briar definitely has a tumblr account & she’s definitely a tk fic writer, but it is her most guarded secret. (Even more so than the fact she’s Spider-Goth)

The epitome of a bratty lee, while still being super shy about it. But she like never gets tickled sooo it’s not really something she like, has to worry about lol. But if she sees it happening to someone else around her she goes stiff as a board & looks away & tries to act like she’s paying attention to someone else. & if she hears The Word she perks up & you can practically see an exclamation mark pop up above her head lmao

Being the older sibling, she wasn’t on the receiving end very often & has a pretty mean ler streak. It comes with being the oldest. But she tries to act all bored & aloof if someone brings it up while she’s internally freaking out. If someone asks the dreaded question she just gives them a blank look & says something along the lines of “no” or “you’re kidding me, right?”

Her worst spots are her thighs, knees, underarms & tummy. Don’t ask me why, she just gives me those vibes, but she’s pretty sensitive everywhere

If you act like you’re gonna get her or even just threaten her with tickles she spits out the most violent sounding threats & insults, but she is all talk. Like once you get her she curls up & lets out the cutest giggles you ever did hear. No fight whatsoever. & if they point it out she insist it’s cause she doesn’t wanna hurt them. She tries to act all huffy & put out afterwards but she’s undeniably in a better mood

Her blog is p popular & she has a lot of fics on her blog, some flop but others do the fuckin’ numbers

1 time she was in the middle of a mission with Pavitr & Miguel & she was pulling a Miles typing on her phone while she was effortlessly beating up the bad guy. But of course that shit won’t fly with mr stick in his ass

He’s like “what’s so damn important that you’re not paying attention? Who are you texting?” & she just scoffs & is like “I’m not texting, I’m writing.”

“That’s even worse!” & Pavitr takes up for her like “well she’s still contributing so it’s fine. It’s nothing I haven’t done” & that makes Miguel chew both of them out while they’re rounding up the bad guys & Briar is ignoring everything he’s saying & just continues to type away at her phone

Miguel’s fed up & is all like “ok that’s it” & webs her phone out of her hand & is like “wtf is more important than a fight” but she fucking panics & makes a B-line straight for him & kicks him & snatches her phone ‘cause there’s no way in hell she’d EVER let him see what she writes

After the fight tho she gets an ear full ‘cause not only was she “not engaged in the fight” (she was, it was a super easy & lame fight) & how she “turned on her fellow team” (you fucking stole my phone, what do you expect?) & just making her feel bad & guilty

After they get back to HQ & they had some time to cool off Miguel tries to interrogate her like “for real, what the hell were you writing that you’d kick me square in the chest to prevent me from seeing? Was it porn?” She blushes sooo much ‘cause that came way outta left field & she’s like “NO?!?!”

“Come on, I won’t judge, it was porn, wasn’t it? Isn’t that all fanfiction is anyways?”

“Of course that’s what you’d think. & that’s exactly why I’d never let you see anything I write.” & Pavitr pipes up like “Could I read it?” all bright eyed & excited & she’s real hesitant like “mmmm idk if you’d like it” just cause she knows Pav has a blabbermouth & a half & she doesn’t want any of these cool superheroes knowing what kinda fics she writes lol

But Pav begs nonstop & she finally caves & swears him to secrecy. She lets him read what she was writing during the fight & he’s like “oh my gosh that was the cutest thing I’ve ever read! Why not just tell him?” & she’s like “are you fucking kidding me? He can never find out. & if you tell him I’ll kill you, got it?” & he agrees but he’s just like that smug cat meme. She should’ve never told him tho ‘cause now he nags her about when she’s gonna update an ongoing fic or post one she’s been talking about

But she was probably writing for something kinda niche & Pav is just like “I don’t know who these people are but I love it!” I just feel like he’d be the type to read fics for stuff he doesn’t even know to support his friends. Or I can say fuck that & say she was writing a supernatural fic since she’s a lil basic (in the best way) idk you decide: was she writing for supernatural, or something like ace attorney?

It still lowkey drives Miguel crazy if he lets himself dwell on it for too long. Curiosity killed the cat & at this point he doesn’t even care about what she was writing, he just wants to find out to spite her for being such a lil bitch. (She literally told him to his face that she’d sooner die than show him anything she posts)

[mirrormazemuses]

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——————⋆˙⟡ 𝘙𝘜𝘓𝘌𝘚 𝘖𝘍 𝘛𝘏𝘐𝘚 𝘞𝘖𝘙𝘓𝘋:

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[joecooperzz]

passenger princess (90s!trey parker x fem!reader)

crossposted from my other account, @partypoisonzz

word count: 2,826

content: mean!trey, road head, hair pulling, degradation, praise, everyone's a switch

minors (anyone 17 and under) do not interact!

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You shift in the passenger seat, eyes opening slowly. Squinting at the clock on the dash through the dark, you find that it is currently 10:47 PM.

Jesus, you think as you blink and stretch. I've been asleep for over four hours.

You straighten in your seat, turning to look at your boyfriend as he stops at a red light. Even in the dim light from the road, you can see that Trey looks tired, and no wonder.

The two of you threw a handful of your belongings into the trunk of his car before the sun rose this morning and started driving out to California. You're headed to some cheap little apartment that you've never even seen in person because Trey and Matt rushed to sign the lease as soon as they finished the walkthrough. You don't know exactly what to expect. You just know that your life as you've known it all these years is done, and you're starting over.

You should be scared shitless, but you aren't. You owe all of that to the guy in the driver's seat.

A drowsy smile comes over your face. It might not be smart, but you would follow him anywhere. Once school was over and the first movie was out, the possibility of success seemed all the more real. It just wouldn't be too easy to find in Colorado. When he suggested pooling some money together and heading towards LA sooner rather than later, he was only met with agreement from Matt and Dian. And you, of course.

Now the four of you have a one-bedroom apartment waiting for you on the outskirts of the city. It's real, and it all could be the world's dumbest flight of fancy, but you can't bring yourself to worry about it right now.

Not when your boyfriend looks so fucking beautiful in the glow of the traffic light.

"Hey," you rasp out, throat still scratchy from your nap.

He glances over at you, shooting you a tired smile. "Good morning," he says, despite the fact that you still have a little over an hour to go before midnight. "How'd you sleep?"

"As good as I can in a car." Taking note of the dark circles forming under his eyes, you ask: "Do you want to switch off again?"

He shakes his head, loose strands of his newly-bleached hair falling over his face. "Nah," he says. "We've only got a few more miles 'til the rest stop. Then we can stop for the night."

You frown. "You sure? You look like you're about to fall asleep…"

"I'll be fine," he assures you. His free hand lands on your thigh as the light changes, squeezing as the car creeps back into motion. "As long as I have you to keep me awake, I'll be good."

You grin, reveling in the feeling of his fingers against your skin. You find yourself wishing he would dig them in just a little bit harder, leave behind some of those pretty bruises you love so much. Reminders of who you belong to. "Keep you awake, huh?" you ask. "How?"

"Talk to me," he responds easily. Try as he might to play coy, you are keenly aware of his hand climbing higher and higher up your leg, stopping at the seam of your shorts before traveling back down. "Have any interesting dreams?"

You laugh. "Do you want me to be honest or make one up?"

"Hmm… Honesty first."

"We made it to the apartment," you tell him. "We were unpacking. It was a dumpy little place, but I was just so happy that it was ours."

"Mmm-hmm." He gives your thigh a slight squeeze. "And what about the more interesting one?"

You bite back a laugh as your own hand travels across the center console, stopping to hover over his zipper. "I found a more fun way to keep you awake."

You can tell that he's struggling not to look down at where your hand is going, wondering if you're getting at what he suspects. "And what was that?"

With that, your hand meets denim. "I blew you while you were driving."

Before he can try to suppress it, a groan breaks up from the back of his throat. "Shit," he curses.

A spark of satisfaction runs through you, noting that he's already getting hard before you even start moving your hand. It really doesn't take much. "You didn't seem tired anymore, that's for sure." You manage to keep your voice level as you palm him through his jeans, hiding the fact that you're getting wet at the mere thought of it. "Only problem was you only had one hand on the wheel. The other one was on the back of my head, pushing me further down onto your cock." You laugh. "We made a real mess, too. I tried to swallow it all, but…"

Your words drift off as he finally digs his fingers into your skin, biting out an order. "Shut up."

Though the dominance in his tone makes your heart flutter, you continue your teasing. "Wanna do it for me?"

"Fuck." The hand that was resting on your leg falls away, reaching to undo your seatbelt. "Come here."

You hesitate. It's always fun to get him hot and bothered, then piss him off. All the better outcome for you. "You really think you'll be able to concentrate on the road while I'm sucking you off?"

"Yeah, I will," he snaps. "Just get over here and…"

"Okay, okay." You lean over the center console, contorting yourself in a less-than-comfortable position. Though it's really only a mild inconvenience, you opt to put on for just a bit longer. See how wild you can drive him before getting down to it. "You know… This is sort of an awkward position…"

"Don't care," he cuts you off. "Just… Fucking…"

"Shouldn't you be a bit more patient?" you chastise him, even though you're already tugging down his zipper.

He huffs. "Shouldn't you be a little less of a fucking tease?" He freezes, shivering slightly under your touch as you quickly manage to snap the button on his jeans and tug them down.

Though you know he isn't looking at you, you smile up at him, anyway. "You know that you love it, baby," you coo, planting your hands against his trembling thighs. "Look at you. You try to be all mean, but you're fucking shaking for me."

His jaw clenches. You know he's about to say something that would probably hurt your feelings if you weren't so damn turned on. Before he can, you grab ahold of his cock through the thin fabric of his boxers, inspiring a desperate gasp as he involuntarily bucks his hips up into your hand.

You laugh. Suddenly, you're the mean one. "See? You can try to take control all you want, but at the end of the day you're just my good boy."

Your eyes flicker back up to take in his expression, only for heat to pool in your belly.

Yeah. You've really done it now.

Though he's obviously flustered, it's all the more apparent that he's pissed off. You love this struggle that the two of you regularly engage in, the constant question of who will be the first to give in and let the other have their way with them.

Tonight, you had no intention of winning this struggle. You just wanted to see how much it would take to push him over the edge.

When he stops at the next light, you know for sure that you've reached that point. His hand momentarily leaves the steering wheel, pulling his pants down the rest of the way while the fingers of his other hand curl beneath your jaw, holding your head in place. "You and your smart fucking mouth," he spits. "I'm gonna give you something else to do with it."

Just like that, any semblance of dominance leaves you. You find yourself whimpering, relishing the force of his touch. "Please."

He laughs. "Please?" he echoes. "Baby, you don't have to beg." He releases your jaw, his left hand returning to the steering wheel as his right settles on the back of your neck. You swear you could melt into the seats as he presses down. "Just fucking take it."

With those words, you do exactly as you were told.

He groans as you wrap your lips around him, tongue running over the side of his cock. You cast your eyes up again just in time to see him catch himself after leaning back against the headrest as his left hand curls back around the steering wheel. "There we go," he chokes out as he straightens his posture.

You feel a rush of heat between your thighs as his hand moves from your neck to your hair. Now that he has you where he wants you, his forcefulness has melted away into tenderness. "That's my good girl," he praises you as you lick back up the side and over his head. You moan around him at the affectionate name, inspiring a breathy chuckle.

"You like that, don't you?" he asks. "Yeah, you do. My desperate little good girl, sucking my cock to keep me awake while I drive."

The car begins to move again as you continue to work him. By this point, you have each other memorized, knowing exactly what sends one another over the edge. You know exactly where to press your tongue, when to hollow your cheeks around him, how fast to go. It's familiar, but it isn't boring by any stretch of the imagination. You're just waiting for the reward of making him come, — a privilege that never gets old.

You could never get tired of his voice, either. You swear that every word and sound that leaves his mouth makes you wetter, spurring you on.

Despite the fact that his eyes are focused on the road, Trey sounds just as thoroughly debauched as if you were kneeling in front of the couch. Each desperate groan inspires you to slow down, drawing out every repeated movement as the salty taste of precome meets your tongue.

"Fuck," he curses as you swirl your tongue around his head at a frustratingly slow pace. "Thought you were done being a little tease…" His complaint is cut off by a gasp as you abruptly take him all the way down.

His fingers tangle in your hair as a desperate, high-pitched sound escapes his mouth. Finally, he reaches the back of your throat, eliciting a gag.

"Holy shit, baby." You feel his thighs shaking beneath your hands again as he forces out the breathy curse. He lets out another sharp gasp as you momentarily lift your head, only to lower yourself back down, constricting around him again with a quiet choked sound.

With that, his desperate moan turns into a growl. "That's what you want, huh?" he asks. "You want me to fuck your throat?"

You bob your head again, resulting in another gag, followed by an affirmative hum.

He laughs, fingers running absentmindedly over your scalp. "Pretty little slut," he mutters before bucking his hips up against your mouth.

Tears prick at your eyes as you gag again. The growing warmth between your legs causes you to shift a bit, squeezing your thighs together in an attempt to satisfy your growing desire to be touched.

Each buck is harsh, though the violence of your gag reflex's response lessens over time. Even still, Trey's hand in your hair and the sounds that he makes are enough to leave you whimpering, shifting against the seat desperately.

"Such a good fucking slut for me… Oh, fuck…" He rolls his hips up again, causing your throat to tighten at the same time that your walls clench around nothing. You can feel him, pulsing and twitching in your mouth, letting you know that he's getting close.

The way his hand tightens in your hair confirms this suspicion. You moan as he collects a handful of hair and harshly tugs before pushing you back down on him. "Is this what you wanted?" he asks through a series of strained groans. "Wanted me to use you? Wanted me to treat you like my own little fuckdoll?"

You try to hum an agreement, only for an unintelligible sound to break up from your throat.

He laughs. The combination of affection and condescension makes you even wetter. "Don't talk with your mouth full, baby." He pushes your head down again, resulting in another choked sound.

You focus on breathing through your nose as each push of his hips gets faster and his groans grow louder and more desperate.

"I'm gonna come," he announces. "Gonna fill up your pretty little mouth…"

He gives your hair an especially harsh pull as he releases with a loud, shaking groan. You let out a quiet, desperate sound as warm come fills your mouth, swallowing around him as he rides out his orgasm.

Finally, he relaxes back against the seat with an unsteady sigh. "Fuck…" His fingers relax in your hair, going back to stroking gently as your breathing begins to even out. "You okay, baby?"

You nod as you pull away, running your hand across your mouth as you swallow once more. "Yeah," you choke out, voice slightly rough.

He hums in reply as he flicks on his turn signal, turning into a convenience store parking lot.

He pulls the car into a dimly-lit parking space before reaching for the glove compartment. He comes up with a stack of fast food napkins. He uses one to clean himself up before fixing his pants. Discarding the first napkin, he turns towards you. "C'mere, hon."

You scoot closer to him, allowing him to begin wiping at your face.

You lean slightly into his hand as he cleans up the mascara-tinged tear streaks and mixture of come and drool. "You weren't kidding," he comments as he grabs another napkin. "We really do make a mess together."

Finally, he deems his work satisfactory, crumpling the last napkin before gently cupping your face in both hands. He presses a gentle kiss against your lips before pulling back, running his thumb against your cheek. "So good for me," he says. "I love you."

You smile, resting your forehead against his. "Love you, too."

You stay there like that for a moment before he gently pats your cheek. "Let's go get something to eat, hmm?" he says. "My treat."

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You sit your selection of various snacks aside, grabbing a large cup from the stack next to the soda fountain. As you fill the cup up with ice, you feel a familiar pair of arms snake around your waist.

You smile as Trey rests his chin on your shoulder, holding you as though you were standing in your own kitchen and not some random convenience store in the middle of the night. "Find anything you like?" he asks.

You lean back into him, pulling your cup away from the ice dispenser. "Mmm-hmm."

"Good." He kisses your forehead as he pulls away. "I'll be able to actually spoil you one day. I promise."

Warmth blooms in your chest at that thought. You don't care if the spoiling part ever comes to fruition. Just the promise of one day is enough for you, assuring you that, whatever the future holds, you'll be doing it together.

-

He doesn't let you drive the rest of the way to the rest stop. "Just a few minutes," he tells you. "Then we can both get some sleep."

Soon enough, you're parked in the parking lot, hulking trucks on all sides. The two of you climb into the backseat, where Trey takes off his jacket and folds in his lap. "Here."

You lay your head in his lap with a contented sigh, allowing him to go back to playing with your hair. You close your eyes, leaning into his touch.

"Do you want me to, ah… Do anything for you?" he asks quietly.

You laugh, shaking your head. "We'll be at the apartment tomorrow. Matt and Dian won't be up here for a few days. We'll have plenty of time." You laugh. "Too many creepy old truckers here."

"I'd make those truckers look the other fucking way…"

You swat at him lazily. "Shut up. I know you can't fight."

"For you, I could."

You look up at his dark-circled eyes and make an incredulous sound. "I don't think you could even stay awake for long enough."

"For you, I could," he repeats. He reaches for your hand and pulls it up to his lips. Your eyes flutter as he plants a gentle kiss against your fingers. "Love you, baby."

"Love you, too." You close your eyes, feeling yourself beginning to drift off. "I'll see you tomorrow."

Even with your eyes closed, you can hear the smile in his voice. "Yeah," he says. "Tomorrow."

Another promise to soothe you to sleep.

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