#in a writing slump rn

[entirelysein-e]

Moving across the street of a gym & motorcycle club is the most Luma thing to happen I think

[becca-e-barnes]

"Slippery When Wet."

Taking a quick jump back to the 'Shit He Said' series because I haven't given it nearly enough time.

I think I'd almost forgotten how it feels to be with someone who lets you feel like you're their entire focus. God, it's nice.

It's nice to spend time with someone who makes you feel so thrilled to be yourself. It's nice to want someone so intensely you can't wait to touch them again. Yeah, it's been nice 😵‍💫

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Unprotected sex, cream pie, oral sex (f receiving), thigh fucking, alcohol mention

Summary: You and Bucky spend some time relaxing together

Minors, do not interact

"These reusable plastic cups might have to do." You're standing on your tiptoes, reaching into the cupboard in the Airbnb kitchen, searching for the one thing you hadn't thought to bring with you.

"Those would be perfect." You hear in response from the bedroom just down the hall. "The rules said 'No glass in the hot tub'."

A sensible rule and one you're more than content to abide by.

One rule of few.

"You can open the champagne bottle. I don't need to go home with a horrible injury." You tease, lifting two of the plastic cups and making your way outside. Sandals of some description would have been smart but it's only a few steps out to the tub.

The cover has already been removed, the water is still and it's hard not to pause for a second and admire the view. Rolling green hills, a lake in the distance, flowers all around the patio and the sun beginning to set, bringing a very slight chill to the evening air.

There couldn't be a more perfect evening to climb into a hot tub and enjoy the scenery.

So that's exactly what you do.

The water is warm as you sink down in, settling yourself into one of the grooves. The level comes to just above your shoulders, lapping against the bottom of your chin as you adjust and get comfortable, looking over the edge at your surroundings.

"We'd need be careful getting out. The steps are slippery when wet." Bucky doesn't take long to join you, reading from the sign on the fencing that was strategically placed to give you some privacy.

Who knew he's so into rules.

Settling beside him feels natural. It's familiar and comfortable and reassuring in a way you didn't know you needed.

He couldn't possibly know how you've craved him since you saw him last. You'll do everything you can to make him feel it though.

He pours champagne into the two little plastic cups, handing one to you before looking for the button that starts the bubbles.

You clink the cups together, taking a sip from your respective glasses while the jets burst to life around you both.

"It's such a mild evening." You hum, cuddling in against his side, enjoying the chaste kiss he leaves on the top of your head.

"It is." He agrees, tilting your chin up so your lips meet his.

They're warm and soft and plump and taste faintly of champagne and there's nothing else you'd rather do in that moment than kiss this man more.

You break away quickly though, choosing instead to spend the time catching up. You talk about work and how things have changed since you last met up. You talk about your plans, your hopes and your fears. He gives you perspectives you hadn't considered and advice you fully intend to take, all while curled up in the bubbling tub.

The champagne slowly disappears. The glasses are filled up again and then that disappears too. You laugh together. You tease each other. You enjoy the company of someone you'd like to see a whole lot more of but understandably can't.

He gives you a reasoned perspective on the things that bother you. Somehow, you don't feel silly telling him about the little things that upset you recently or the worries you have. He's understanding and considerate and so damn fun to be around.

You pepper kisses across his broad shoulders, absentmindedly play with the little short curls of hair on his chest and he lets you feel so entirely worshipped.

He holds you in a way that makes you feel entirely wanted; like all of you is exactly the way it's meant to be and there's nothing he'd dream of changing. It's so incredibly attractive to feel so wholly appreciated. You want him in the very same way and every touch reminds you of that.

All too soon, the sun sets over the hills. The bottle is empty and the water starts to get to a temperature that's just a little cooler than comfortable.

You could sit here with him forever and never run out of things to talk about. That said, your fingertips are beyond wrinkled by the water and it's probably time to call it a night.

Somewhere in those last 30 or so minutes, you realised you need him again. The moment you'd arrived here earlier, the curtains had been pulled and you'd taken the opportunity to relieve some stress before dinner but it's not enough.

"Can I show you what else is slippery when wet?" You tease, pressing your lips to his with an urgency that surprises you.

He seems entirely into that idea, pulling your body impossibly close, his hand gliding up the inside of your thigh to rub against the thin material of your bikini.

Squirming in his lap is becoming a bit of a theme.

Before you get too far, you carefully step out of the hot tub and scamper inside, letting him close up the tub while you rinse off the pool water in the shower very quickly.

The anticipation gets to you, much like it always does. It only ever adds to the fun.

By the time he's also rinsed and dried off, you're perched on the edge of the bed, enjoying the feeling of your own fingertip trailing lazily over your clit. Your legs are spread wide, giving him full view of your glistening, soaked sex.

"I've been dreaming of this." He mumbles, kneeling at the edge of the bed and replacing your fingertip with his tongue.

Fuck, he's so good at that. His tongue flicks and thrashes, his neck working overtime to deliver you a sensation that not comparable to anything else you've ever experienced. He groans as he licks your body, enjoying the taste of your arousal and the slick wetness coating his chin to his nose.

You could let him do that forever and never grow tired of it. Your fingers have woven through his hair at some point and your thighs have clamped tight around his ears.

While you don't want to, his neck will thank you for suggesting a change.

You tug him up, eager to taste your own arousal on his lips and tongue and he doesn't disappoint. His tongue glides against yours, his wet chin rubbing against you and the intensity leaves you totally breathless.

You're almost frantic in how you need him now. "Please. I want you." You practically whine, grasping his firming length and giving him a few slow strokes until he's totally ready.

"Your hand always feels better than my own." He half laughs, half gasps, grinding his hips in time with the movements of your hand.

It's needy and desperate from both of you, much like it was earlier with the tip of his dick nudging your clit perfectly while he fucked your thighs.

His length slides against your eager core, massaging your arousal against his dick. It feels almost luxurious to be able to take your time with him. There's no rush, other than that dictated by your own need.

Before long, he's sinking into your body with a low groan, enjoying the way he feels your heat engulfing his shaft.

"You're so fucking wet." He moans, bottoming out and kissing your shoulders.

You know you are and it's borderline embarrassing how quickly he was able to get you like that.

"Such a pretty angel." He pulls back, giving himself a chance to sink into you again and it steals the breath from both of you. "You feel like Heaven. You're so hot around my cock."

He's bound to still be sensitive from the round earlier that day but it doesn't stop him.

"God, you're going to earn every drop of cum I give you. I'm going to pump you so full." He's so delightfully filthy and you love hearing him talk to you like that.

Your hand weaves its way between your bodies, finding your throbbing, neglected clit and rubbing it in rough circles.

"You want to cum inside me this time?" You love how you never really know what to expect with him. He he pulled out earlier in the day, choosing to glaze your chest and tummy with an impressive load instead.

"I'd cum inside you every time if you didn't look so pretty covered in it." His thrusts are faster now, meeting the rhythm your fingers have dictated you need.

"I want you to cum inside me this time. Fill me until I'm dripping." The image in your head as you're saying it is enough to make you quiver. You're chasing your high far faster than you thought you'd be but you're sure he's not far behind you. The notion of his cum filling you is a love that you both share.

"Want to taste it inside you when I'm done. Let it leak out of you and then press it back in with my tongue."

That's all it takes. One filthy little fantasy and you're trembling, cumming so hard you see stars. You work yourself through your high, riding it out on his cock and you're vaguely aware that you've milked his release from him too. You feel him spilling inside you, blowing another huge load into your eager body with a low moan and a few curses.

When you're both spent, he collapses onto the bed beside you, pulling you close to him for a cuddle.

"Give me a few seconds. Then I'll get to work." He hums, breathlessly.

[pureseasalt]

ok all tomfoolery aside. the bear season 2 really did fucking deliver. what a stellar follow up. i genuinely mean it when i say i stand by every decision they made this time around. they were intentional and they were inspired. most especially, they didnt waste time. like the kitchen's motto: they made every second count. i came out loving the characters more and also understanding their depths more. i felt like a kid just wide-eyed and in awe of whatever i was seeing on and hearing from my screen. theres just so much to love!! sydney's ambition and tenacity in full focus. carmy's emotional baggage heavier this time around. the inspiring development of richie and tina and ebra. marcus! natalie! pete! sydney's dad! the berzattos! their fucking mom! the way the cameos didnt feel cheap and show off-y but, again, intentional! these big stars playing as renowned chefs and important relatives so just like the characters we can go "oh shit that's...!"

and with the strike still going, i think it needs reminding (for me and for other fans who may have forgotten amidst all the buzz & excitement) that the writers were underpaid during the making of this. so make sure we can show them all the love and praises they deserve! to keep on watching and supporting and discussing and fighting (lovingly)! put pressure on these companies to agree to the writers' terms! let em know we want more! bc they did amazing work here! writers of the bear!!! MWAH!!!!!!

[simgerale]

me after attempting to get back into sims and realizing i had a lot more to do than play the game

[beans-core]

Need more content of Remus being all wolfy near the full moon — but not like a “snappy, protective, always in pain” type of wolfy. That’s amazing and angsty and I’m all for it. But also hear me out.

More of “I just growled at a cat on instinct but I’m pretty sure it was McGonagall what do I do”

“I almost just howled during a lecture because I heard something else howl from in the forest, it was so embarrassing please put me out of my misery”

“Moony wants me to pee on that tree but I absolutely will not and now I have a headache existence is hell”

“I need to chew on something like right now but my fingernails are pleading for mercy”

“The excuse for why I shook off the water like a wet dog and didn’t do a drying spell is that I forgot, okay?”

Basically, the small things that are still annoying and embarrassing, but not as bad as “I’ve got lots of deep scarring and chronic pain :(” because there’s probably more to being a werewolf than just the downright awful bits, right?

[zeroreasonstocare]

more brother’s babysitter AU please I’m LOSING my mind !!!!!!.!.!.!.!.!!

lol HI!! I’m writing the date prompt but I think I might post some other ones that are before the date, but I promise there will be more!! It makes me so happy to see people liking the au 💕

[smilesrobotlover]

I’m trying so hard to draw and write and nothing is working. This is infuriating

[intheticklecloset]

spontaneous tickle hc game

I want to do a tickle HC game SOOO bad but I can't find a prompt list that I like, so we're just gonna do this loosey goosey, yeah?

Send a character and either a question you'd like me to answer with a hc, OR a hc you have that you'd like my thoughts on! For example:

"How would Deku react to someone blowing on his ears?"

OR

"Deku definitely can't handle having someone blow on his ears! What do you think?"

You get the idea? Hopefully? I honestly don't expect much participation but let's do it anyway! I wanna do tickle hcs today!

[yenonnoff]

YEN 😔😔 JUST WANTED TO SAY I MISS U SO MUCH I hope your break is going well!! but sometime I feel like something is missing with your notifs </33 I can't wait for u to come back ily!!!

NESSSS 😭😭😭😭 ILYY I MISS U LIKE A MOTHERFUCKER OMG and my break is going fine 💔 i miss being here and posting though! hopefully be back soon so u wont feel like smth is missing anymore 😔😔

[runin-reads]

Writing is actually so fun when I just. Completely let go of shame and let all my desires run wild

[alpinefrsh]

This is definitely a stretch but omg it’d be so cool. Hi! 👋

So idk about you, but I’ve always seen a lot of similarities between Krang and the Egg, they both have weird tendril things, they’re both mind controlling, they both (if you count the Egg changing the appearance of whoever it possesses) ‘mutate’ their host, the Egg is red and the Krang is pink, they both work kinda like hive minds, just overall similar concepts I can’t help but notice.

So Y’know how Tommy’s immune to the Egg’s mind control, for god knows what reason? Yeah so, what if Tommy had the stupidest luck ever and was immune to the Krang mind control? Or at the very least partially??

I’d like to clarify, this isn’t a theory, this is a me wanting to see Tommy bullshit his way through life and cheat death! >:D There is literally no reason why Tommy would have any different experience under the Krang’s control. I just really like the concept of like, the Krang is right there he’s got his icky freaky tentacles and he’s trying to mutate Tommy and the turtles are just horrified and all probably having flashbacks and filled with dread and immense worry and then Tommy just fucking bites the little fucker! >:)))) (And then promptly chugs an invisibility potion to slink away and freak out ofc, the turtles can handle that by themselves a little bit longer while Tommy recollects himself :])

Just fun stuff of course! ;D

Hello! Apologies for the wait on my reply, It got a little out of hand.

It's a bit rough around the edges, and the ending's slightly scuffed- but that's alright, it's just for fun.

So yeah, I wrote a 2k oneshot about this- not canon to the main storyline ofc, but here you are. If there are any spelling mistakes, I didn't check.

It all happened so fast, so much so that Tommy was even sure what had happened.

All they'd been doing was playing a bit of late night basketball at the nearest public courts.

And by that, he meant Leo was steamrolling them by shooting three pointers left and right and then gloating on top of that.

In a rare moment of luck, Tommy had ended up with the ball in his hands- except when the time came to shoot, his ears picked up on something that made him falter mid toss.

The ball bounced loudly against the asphalt, frustratingly masking the noise before he could figure out where or what it was.

Mikey made a noise of complaint, “What kinda throw was that? I’m thinking you want Leo to-” 

Tommy held up a hand in Mikey’s direction, “Ch! Shut up a sec!” He’d probably feel bad about the harsh tone later, but as it was, he was far too preoccupied with listening to even register how he was coming across.

He was only slightly surprised when the turtles actually listened to him and the courtyard fell silent enough for Tommy to listen.

There was something… Slithering? No, that wasn't quite right, it was more like…

Tommy stepped closer to the sound, brow furrowed.

It was almost like the sound that Slimecicle guy made whenever he walked around.

"I think there's something-"

A blur of pink rushed at him from the shadows, slamming into Tommy hard enough to knock the wind from his lungs.

He heard the turtles shriek, "Tommy!"

A disgustingly fleshy tendril wrapped itself around his neck, sliding through his fur and threatening to crush his wind pipes with even the smallest increase in pressure.

Tommy grabbed at the tendril, digging his claws into the unexpectedly tough flesh as he was dragged into the air by his neck.

His captor let out a low, rattling hiss, "How dare you inferior creatures try to keep me locked away again. I'll tear you all apart, starting with this one," she threatened, turning Tommy enough that he could finally see the almost creeper-esque monster looming over him with pointed teeth and a gaping hole in the side of her face where her other eye should have been.

Tommy would have bared his teeth right back at her if not for the growing lightheadedness making even twitching his fingers a struggle.

Leo’s voice cut through his muddling senses, “Let him go, or else,” he demanded, and Raph was quick to chime in.

“Yeah, give him back, creepoid, or we’ll beat you up even worse than your slimy brothers!”

The appendage around Tommy’s throat slithered tighter, making him gag and cough as tears pricked his eyes. He could feel his grip growing weaker the longer he went without oxygen.

Whatever his captor said in response was lost to the encroaching mental fog.

And then the pressure vanished, dropping Tommy back to the ground and leaving him to gasp for breath.

His victory was short lived as he’d barely begun to catch his breath before something just short of slimy latched onto his face.

Tommy threw himself away from the big pink creeper with a panicked shriek, scrabbling to tear the thing off his face.

To his horror, it only spread further, sending shivers down his spine when it attached itself to his hands. The same fleshy pink that the homicidal creeper was made of crawled up his arms, leaving them unrecognizable and- oh fuck, was that an eye?

Tommy’s stomach churned as he forcibly tore his gaze away from the bright yellow eye on the back of his hand with a heaving gag that almost brought the chili he’d had for dinner right back up, “Oh, what the fuck,” he wheezed out breathlessly, already feeling another gag surfacing.

A shadow fell over him, making Tommy’s already thundering heart drop out of his chest.

He slowly craned his neck upwards to stare at the fucked up creeper with wide eyes.

The twisted glee on her grinning face made Tommy feel very small.

She opened her mouth- only to jump back by several blocks just in time to avoid getting one of Leo’s katanas stuck in what was left of her face.

With a crackle of blue light, Leo appeared in front of Tommy with his hand raised and tightly clutching the hilt of the thrown sword, “You’re gonna wish you’d stayed locked up in government custody.”

Raph and Mikey were at Tommy’s side in the same second.

Raph grabbed Tommy’s shoulders, pinning his arms firmly to his sides, “C’mon, Tommy, fight it!” He encouraged, though his voice shook with audible panic.

Understandable seeing as Tommy was currently half flesh monster.

Mikey leaned over Raph’s arm with determination burning in his eyes and balled fists, “Don’t give up! You can get through this, we’re here for you!” He shouted, and Tommy wasn’t sure if he was imagining the gold aura surrounding him.

A nearby sound like several miniature explosions going off in rapid succession followed by an enraged shriek made Tommy recoil back as much as physically possible with Raph holding him in place, ears flattening.

Tommy squirmed, “Mate, I- I- I- I’d love to, but I can’t- I can’t exactly fucking do anything with my arms pinned!” He snapped restlessly.

Mikey gasped, “You’re not zombified!” He exclaimed- which, what?

Tommy didn’t think he was capable of getting more freaked out at the minute, and yet, “What the fuck do you mean zombified?! Why would- was this shit supposed to turn me into a- a- a mindless freak?” The grip on his shoulders loosened enough that Tommy was able to start clawing at the fleshy gunk on his skin.

Something which had the unfortunate side effect of bringing the hand eyeball back into his line of sight.

Hit by another wave of nausea, Tommy squeezed his eyes shut, “Oh, fuck this, fuck this, fuck this. I do not do well with body horror,” he whimpered, still making an effort to free himself from the gunk.

Another set of hands joined in, ripping it all away with far more ease than Tommy’s trembling hands could muster.

Running his hands up his arms and patting his face, Tommy could tell it was finally gone. He just wished his crawling skin would get the memo, he didn’t have time to be incapacitated right now.

Tommy opened his eyes and forced himself to his feet, stepping away when Raph tried to help him stand.

The first thing he saw upon looking past Mikey and Raph was Leo and Donnie fighting that monster.

And it didn’t look like they were winning.

Tommy suddenly wished he hadn’t been so stubborn about refusing to carry a sword in his inventory, “Don’t worry about me, just go!” He pushed Mikey and Raph towards the fight.

To his immense relief, they didn’t argue on the matter, rushing in to help with mystic energy assisted combat.

Tommy turned his attention to his inventory, rifling around for anything even remotely useful.

He paused on the remaining collection of invisibility potions, casting a glance up to the battle.

Every attack they launched was met and blocked by one of the pink creeper’s tentacle appendages. Even all together, they wouldn’t last much longer like this.

Tommy’s eyes fell to the abandoned basketball, an idea forming.

With a shaky exhale that did little to dispel his mounting nerves, Tommy pulled an invisibility potion from his inventory and downed it in one go.

He didn’t waste a single precious second before dashing to retrieve the basketball, shoving it into his inventory to keep it hidden.

Raph took a painful looking hit to the side and Tommy decided that he couldn’t afford to stall.

Not taking his eyes off of the fight for fear of catching a stray attack, Tommy ran as quietly as he could.

Not that anyone would hear him over the clamor of battle.

He just needed one clear shot-

Tommy dived out of the trajectory of a translucent purple drill with a barely stifled yelp.

Near misses like that were not good for his heart.

Tommy snapped his attention back to the pink creeper, entire body tense and waiting for his opportunity to present itself.

The instant her back was turned and Tommy had a clear shot, he took out the basketball and launched it with all his strength.

It bounced off her back with a loud thwack- ultimately harmless, but it did exactly what Tommy had hoped it would.

She whirled around to stab her ambusher, and in doing so, turned her back on all four turtles.

In a brilliant flare of colour, Tommy watched as the monster was pummeled into the ground.

Then, while the pink creeper struggled to get back up, hissing out threats that rattled through Tommy’s ears, the basketball court became bathed in golden light.

Wind blew through Tommy’s fur, trying to tug him closer to the open portal.

Raph, arm encased in red energy, wound up for a punch, “And how about this time you stay gone!” 

With one last ear splitting screech, the fucked up creeper was sent flying through the portal to hopefully never be seen again.

Mikey closed the portal, the wind dying down with its absence.

No one said anything for a while, the courtyard was quiet.

It wasn’t all too surprising when Leo was the first to break that, “Ugh, if I ever see another one of those guys, it’ll be too soon,” he huffed, shoulders slumping the instant his katanas were put away.

Mikey leaned against Donnie, who wrapped an arm around him with seemingly little thought, “For real,” Mikey agreed with a big nod.

Tommy started padding over to the group.

Raph rubbed his chin with a contemplative look, “Hey, where’d you send her off to, anyway? I didn’t get a good look at the other side.”

Donnie’s eyes started roaming the battered basketball court, “Back to the prison dimension, I assume?” His brow was gradually starting to furrow the longer he looked around.

Prison dimension. Where had Tommy heard that name before…?

Mikey let out a scoff, “Straight into the sun, hopefully… Y’know, I’m not actually sure though, it  could’ve been the prison dimension, could’ve been space-” he shrugged nonchalantly, “-who cares. The point is that she definitely isn’t coming back this time,” he stated in full confidence.

Thank fuck for that, Tommy wasn’t sure he was willing to face off against something like that ever again. The phantom feeling of that fleshy pink gunk molding to his skin would probably be haunting him for weeks as it was.

Donnie cleared his throat, “I don’t mean to alarm you, brethren, but does anyone know where Tommy is?” He asked and immediately put his brothers back on high alert as a result.

Tommy blinked, looking down at his- oh, right, he was still invisible. Forgot about that part.

Seeing the mix of guilt and distress on their faces, mainly from Mikey and Raph, Tommy decided not to pull any shenanigans this time around.

“Right here-!”

Tommy was cut off by Mikey’s scream, “Tommy’s a ghost!” Mikey bewailed, clinging tighter to Donnie.

Tommy shook his head and waved his hands around uselessly, “I’m not a ghost! Invisibility potion, remember? Kinda saved all your asses back there, nailed that fucker in the back with a basketball,” he corrected with a proud grin that no one else could see.

Mikey sighed in noticeable relief at that.

Tommy walked over to the closest person, Raph, “Ayup, king.” He planted his palm on Raph’s arm just to let him know where he was.

Raph inspected the general area Tommy was standing in and gave him an experimental poke in the chest, “Huh, weird.”

Tommy scrunched his face in mock offense, which, once again, no one else could see, “It is not weird, it’s awesome. And you’re welcome, by the way. Y’know, for distracting her. I almost got fucking obliterated by one of Donnie’s drills to do that shit,” he grumped, crossing his arms, but leaning his shoulder against Raph to maintain a point of contact.

He told himself it was purely to ensure Raph knew where he was and not at all for his own comfort.

Donnie grimaced lightly, "Ah, is that so?" He fiddled with the goggles resting atop his head.

Tommy nodded, and then remembered that they still couldn't see him, "Yep! Had to dive out of the way and everything," he confirmed.

Leo clapped his hands together and cleared his throat, “Well, in any case… I’m just glad everyone’s okay- uh, Tommy, you are okay, right? I can’t really see you.” Leo gave a strained smile, understandably stressed by the situation.

Tommy hummed in response, “Slightly more traumatized as a person than I was before, but that’s fine. I shall simply walk it off, like I always do,” he only half joked.

Leo snapped his fingers into a double thumbs up, “Cool, very emotionally healthy of you.” Ah, sarcasm.

“Glad you agree with me,” Tommy decided to double down on his statement.

The look on Leo’s face made it exceedingly clear just how little he truly agreed, “Right… Why don’t we head back to the lair now. I don’t know about you guys, but I could really use a movie to destress right about now,” he proposed.

And a proposal Tommy would gladly take him up on as he didn’t want to be in this stupid basketball court a minute longer than he had to.

Mikey broke away from Donnie, suddenly energetic, “Dibs on picking the movie!” He took off before anyone could dispute his claim of dibs.

Tommy would have gotten annoyed and ran after him- except he was suddenly hit with the realization of what exactly that terrifying pink creeper was.

“Wait, was that the Krang?!”

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Didn't end up getting around to mentioning the egg unfortunately, but such is life I suppose. Hope this satisfied your desire to watch Tommy bullshit his way out of dying at the hands (appendages?) of the Krang. 👍

[secondbcrn]

i'm fine with male characters being awful but only if they have a personality. if they're awful and boring? ...... death.

[blondiest]

hey whoever made / reblogged that post about how you shouldn't avoid reading / watching things just because you feel like you should be writing, especially since it can sometimes help reset your brain and spur on new ideas: my hand in marriage, yours if you want it. i didn't even realize i was doing that, but starting to listen to a book i used to love on audiobook reset my brain in a huge way and the ending of one of my long-neglected WIPs just made itself suddenly clear to me. i wrote like 3000 words of outline just for the events that lead up to the ending. i love you i'm so serious

[girlscoutbrownies]

Wow that fic for SBG, Audier right, was really good. Will there be more in that story or was that the end?

audire? that was a oneshot so there’s not more to the story… they live and die in those two and a half thousand words… but i will be writing more ashlerden stuff if thats what you’re asking :D

[naraism]

hi are u going to write more to the richard and female reader on Ao3 ?

Hiya!

As of right now, I don't think so, but maybe in he future I will, once I get a good idea 😅

[cornishpixiez]

so. mid90s and skate kitchen are some of my all-time favorite films and i might have started a wolfstar comic series based on them 🧍 um. yea.

here are some reference pictures i’m itching to draw