#last sentence you wrote

[peonierose]

Thanks so much for the tag @liviusofpella and @thosehallowedhalls 🥰🩷

I literally wrote this a few days ago, I heard a song and had this scene in mind and I wrote it down, so this is the result 🥰

Keiki: I can’t imagine a world where we don’t collide or where we don’t know each other. I’m not just saying this because I love you and you’re my person. You’re my Koa and no one can take you away from me.

I’d love to see what you’re working on 🥰 (but no pressure)

@aallotarenunelma @cariantha @thosehallowedhalls @storyofmychoices @aria-ashryver @jerzwriter @liaromancewriter @inlocusmads @moonlightgem7 @noesapphic @angelasscribbles @karahalloway @tessa-liam @stars-are-within-me @cadybear420 @aces-and-angels @dutifullynuttywitch @liaromancewriter @potionsprefect @kristinamae093 @amortentiaopenheart @alj4890 @harleybeaumont @noesapphic @lahellacute @socalwriterbee @brycelahelalover @trappedinfanfiction @the-pale-goddess

RULES: Post the last sentence you wrote (fanfic / original / anything) and tag as many people as there are words in the sentence.

Noticing her face planting the floor, Ivo picked up a pillow from the bed and placed it under her head, listening intently to the caller. romance club | psi, ivo x lou

@agattthaa i admit your manifestation techniques/prayers/whatever you did worked.

tagging: @agattthaa (check mate), @starlight-starfury, @petalouda85, @peonierose, @ladylamrian, @lilyoffandoms, 💌

[r0b0t1me]

You are not supposed to be here. You don’t belong here. Get out get out get out GET OUT-

fanart for chapter 4 of take little bites by @bigdvmnhero​

bonus. because i couldnt pick a single scene to draw out LMAO

[who-the-fuck-are-you-bruh]

I'm usually not a BingJiu enjoyer but i had a vision

So, everything gone to shit and Shen Qingqiu barely escaped imprisonment and torture by the skin of his teeth. Both cultivation and demonic worlds are after him and he's once again making it on his own.

And while Shen Jiu is successful in dodging the danger so far, Luo Binghe keeps hunting his dreams. "Isn't it unbecoming of an immortal master? Isn't it tiring? Just tell me where you are Shizun and I'll be merciful and quick" (Lies, lies, lies)

One day SQQ's luck runs dry. He's captured and there's no way to run anymore. And since there's no difference in death, he taunts LB one last time, how this disgusting beast gets nothing of his grand revenge, basically saying "Come and get me if you can" not really expecting anything.

Too bad Binghe is severally OP and absolutely demolishes everything and everyone on his way to SQQ with unholy speed.

So they're standing face to face. Old cruel master, tired of a run. The heavenly demon beast with cold eyes and a boyish smile.

"You came"

"You called"

And isn't that ironic, how hate ends up being more reliable that love, Qi-ge?

[uncleasad]

WIP Wednesday Last Sentence You Wrote

Post the last sentence you wrote on your current WIP (and tag some friends if you want)

So, maybe, yes, that warm feeling inside Penelope’s chest was in fact love….

A pre-Thanksgiving WIP Wednesday—featuring words I wrote Monday afternoon 😂 from Beware the Spirits Lurking Within aka Hosie Halloween Horror.

Tagging, in no particular order, writer friends @evilpenguinrika @unsiredtribrid @persevereforahappyending @avengerskye @sabrinasfadingmoon @russellsired @toriwritesstories @the0fi @alliplong @firelordirohh @whyislenaluthorsohot @shadowhuntermama in case any of you want to play, too. Totally optional 😀

[call-me-strega]

Oooh this looks fun! Thanks for the tag @ghost-bxrd!

I guess you guys get a single sentence sneak peak at the next chapter of How to Become a Step-Dad!

“The ever-present smog and darkness seemed to lift and the shadows haunting them seemed to fade.”

I’m not sure I even know 17 ppl so let’s see how many I get.

@datfearlessfangirl, @vulnonapix1234, @transparentgayprotector, @hdgnj, @deadsetobsessions, @jackdaw-and-hattrick, @puppetmaster13u, @susiej1118

So that’s 8 people who are welcome to join! No pressure!

Last sentence tag game

RULES: Post the last sentence you wrote (fanfic / original / anything) and tag as many people as there are words in the sentence.

Tagged by @lurkingshan and I haven't really written anything in a bit, so have a little peak at the latest entry into my always growing notes app

And in the end, heroes and villains don't matter, because only the strongest survive.

Tagging @dimplesandfierceeyes, @waitmyturtles, and @anixknowsnothin to play, no pressure of course!

[selliho6530]

I want to see a fanfiction where Jayce, after all the shit he saw, moves not back to his universe, but to the past, to season 1, where he meets Viktor in their laboratory and kills him...

One fanfiction started like that, but everything slipped into the usual gay fuck, which of course I don't mind, but the beginning was too promising...

[anticidic]

🎃🐦‍⬛Trick or treat🎃🕸️

You have bested the haunted mansion's minions and thwarted the spooky ghost that roams the living quarters in order to make it this far. In your search, as you rub your hands together and notice at the end of a corridor is something shiny—that which sparkles under the fading light. You make out something metallic, and as you approach, a chill overcomes you, and with it, the most wonderful scent of roses as if you had been dropped into a garden. An overgrown one full of thorns where the hedges tower over you and the moon has disappeared behind them.

What's awaiting you in my bag of goodies? We'll just have to see! 👻

He danced. Fans in hand, he moved to a rhythm woven by jazz and soft vocals mourning the loss of a loved one, but who knew that when they closed their eyes and went to sleep, they would see a better tomorrow. A fan covered his face and the tiniest smile. He danced, and Chuuya could not look away.

ask box trick-or-treat (fic writer edition)

[bittersweetbark]

Thank you for the tag! Uh, that would have been the last sentence in "Scars" (Our Flag means Death), written almost 2 weeks ago. (I KNOW I'm supposed to write the Dijkstralt but I've had a few shit days again lately.)

That night he dreamt of school, of Izzy's arms and of Ed showing him the other scars.

(That's not some highschool AU, it's based on the scene in Jaws where people show their scars, but shifts into bullying behaviour. That's why Stede dreams of school, it implies sexual transgression.)

17 people tag yourselves 🤣

Oop. Got tagged by Professor @ink-and-dagger. Gotta turn in my homework.

RULES: Post the last sentence you wrote (fanfic / original / anything) and tag as many people as there are words in the sentence.

Out of the corner of your eye, you spot Silco and Sevika sharing a look. Finn continues, oblivious to the silent conversation happening in front of his eyes.

What could this be? 👀👀 Perhaps a TMSA teaser?

I'm not tagging that many people lol no way

No pressure tags: @ilikemymendarkandfictional @deny-the-issue @medic-simp @beardyladyqueen @juniper-sunny

[littlemisskittentoes]

sevenish sentence sunday!

so far, these snippets are SCRUMPTIOUS. thank you for the tags @kiwiana-writes and @hgejfmw-hgejhsf !!

have a bit of, you guessed it, kensington divergence! featuring: david recognizing alex even after three years of not seeing him

In the recesses of his mind, Alex is sure he understands that all beagles must look similar to one another. A kind of shared resemblance stemming from selective breeding and ‘Best In Show’ titles. But he also knows, somehow, that the beagle in front of him couldn’t be anyone else but David.

Somewhere in the course of a handful of years, David’s age has started to catch up with him. Alex can see it in the way his movements seem slower, more ginger, than the supercut Alex has in his mind of nails clacking against the halls of Kensington and the burrow of his snout between bodies in bed. There’s a spatter of gray fur along his lips and chin, dotting its way along the ridges of his brows. Alex catches the way the bright sunlight refracts blue in the dog’s eyes. Cataracts, his mind supplies; a fragment of useless knowledge squirreled away for safekeeping, borrowed from the lips of Liam’s mom when their goldendoodle had started sleeping in the living room in favor of dragging himself up the stairs every night.

i would be forever grateful to feast upon your snippets @happiness-of-the-pursuit @inexplicablymine @affectionatelyrs @read-and-write- @leojfitz @nocoastposts @bigassbowlingballhead @anincompletelist @wordsofhoneydew @matherines @gay-flyboys @gayrootvegetable @songliili @firenati0n

[cinnamons1999]

wendel & chro spy def made this

( corpse spy by @sugarspykookie )

[roserefrain]

🎫 how about your relationship with aster!!

my relationship with aster is (cries for five hours straight)

man. how do I even articulate it. they taught me what love was, and what it could feel like. both in the sense of like my angelkin identity being a past life thing so it’s like “yeah that’s how I learned it in the Past” but also. in my life rn, remembering aster taught me so much about love.

I do not wanna get All Sad but. I had many a rough relationship (both romantic and platonic) but I just. kind of thought that was what relationships were! they couldn’t be perfect, so it’s probably fine if it’s bad, you just need to learn how to deal with it.

and. remembering more and more of aster was like a revelation that people can understand you, see every part of you, and love you still. that love won’t be weakened by knowing more about you, it will be strengthened! even if you’re strange, and don’t quite fit, or you’re not socially skilled, or whatever. there will be people who love you regardless.

knowing aster is what made me realize that, and in turn is what made me care about myself enough to like! not put up with that shit! to allow myself to demand more, instead of just taking anything I can get. before I could care about myself For myself I could at least do it because they did.

I owe them a lot. they’ve changed my life over and over again to the point of imagining myself without their influence on me is impossible. it’s fun, in a way, seeing how much of me now is clearly colored by them then. we are everyone we’ve ever loved. (<- something I know they would say too)

[unriding]

ok i got really distracted but im back now

my writing feels a little rusty but we’re gonna ignore that. and the lack of editing. fuck it we ball

so like. moze is a very poorly socialized crow, right. but he trusts feixiao and jiaoqiu. you know what this makes perfect space for?

ultimate wingmen feixiao and jiaoqiu.

feixiao enjoys your company- she thinks you’re a very excited and endearing little thing. this isn’t your first meeting of course; you’ve met a few times before, just enough for jiaoqiu to notice the way mozes eyes linger on you. so feixiao is chatting with you, asking for details about what you like, telling you stories about being the general on the yaoqing, while moze and jiaoqiu observe from a short distance.

“i still don’t understand why you insist on staying here with me,” says moze in his usual flat tone.

jiaoqiu knows what he means, but chooses to tease him anyway, “what, i can’t keep my dear friend company?”

“aren’t you friends with her too?”

jiaoqiu smiles, “evie? yes, i think she’s friends with everyone she meets. she’s so sweet, i think she could even break through that icy exterior of yours,” the foxian tries to knock on the shadow guards chest for emphasis, but is firmly blocked by his hand.

“i disagree.”

jiaoqiu lets the comment slide as they continue to watch you and the general chat. he knows better, after all. moze typically needs time and exposure to acclimate to new people, but jiaoqiu is a very good doctor. though he’s no psychologist, he knows sometimes all a patient needs is a good push.

“you know, i think she had to be a foxian in her last life.”

moze raises an eyebrow at his friend.

“just look at her! if she had a tail, it’d be wagging nonstop.”

moze says nothing, but jiaoqiu has known moze long enough to know when he’s thinking hard about something.

and thinking hard moze is.

the next time you come up to the general or jiaoqiu to chat, mozes eyes are glued to you, picturing a dark, fluffy tail swishing back and forth with excitement. it’d make the ruffles in your skirts flutter too, he thinks. it could maybe even make the fabric ride up a little in the back-

he finds these thoughts haunting him constantly.

to be beside you and feel soft fur brush against his legs. to be behind you and catch peeks of your upper thighs- he wonders if you wear safety shorts. he wonders if you don’t.

such reprehensible behavior. you would be disgusted if you could read his mind. he can’t get himself to stop- maybe he doesn’t want to. he expects he’ll have to take these fantasies to his grave regardless.

what he doesn’t expect is more. more conversations, more texts, more time, more evie. and he finds himself with so much more evie that these fantasies to become more, too.

if you had a tail, what would make it wag the most? what would make it thump against him with indignation? what would make it puff up in surprise? if he touched you like this, would it thrash around behind you, out of control? how sensitive would it be compared to the rest of you? if he bent you over, would you let him use it to manhandle you on and off his cock while he fucks you relentlessly? would you wrap it around his wrist and cry for him to slow down, to beg him for mercy? would it tighten around him when he denies you, forcing you into orgasm after orgasm, because he knows just how his sweet girl likes it? how would you react if he-

“hello? evie to moze? anyone in there?”

moze is startled out of his thoughts as he feels you tug gently on his sleeve.

“are you okay? i’ve never seen you space out like that before,” you raise a hand slowly to gently feel against his forehead as if checking for a fever.

no. no, he is not okay. it took everything in him not to flinch at your touch because the contact made him realize how excruciatingly hard he is under the table the two of you are sat at. aeons, if the two of you were more secluded he’s not sure he’d be able to keep himself from pushing you halfway up the table and flipping your skirt up to-

“moze? your face is all red and you spaced out again. are you coming down with something? should i call jiaoqiu-?”

“no,” moze swallows thickly, “no, you don’t need to call jiaoqiu. i’m afraid i must take me leave now. i apologize for my abruptness.”

“it’s ok-” but moze is already gone, disappearing into a puff of shadow and crow feathers that flutter into nothingness once they hit the ground, “-oh.”

“did our dear crow fly off from you?” jiaoqiu appears out of nowhere, two boba drinks in hand. his smile cools the flare of disappointment at moze’s sudden retreat.

“uh- yeah, he did. he didn’t look great. i was just about to text you, actually,” you almost cringe at the way the feelings creep into your voice.

“well, i was on my way to bring the general a midday treat, but i suppose this justifies a sudden change in plans.”

“oh, i wouldn’t want to-”

“too late!” jiaoqiu is already seated, placing one drink- conveniently your current favorite- in front of you and shooting off a text to the general, “now, why don’t you tell me how your days been? i can probably think of some embarrassing stories about moze to get him back for leaving so suddenly.”

in his pocket, jiaoqiu’s phone buzzes.

feixiao: this has to be some form of mental harassment…i can’t believe you paid some random girl to walk in his line of sight and swish her tail to see what would happen! incredible work, jiaoqiu. i’ll start brainstorming our next move.

moze: i think i’m dying.

[uncleasad]

WIP Wednesday Last Sentence You Wrote

It’s the wee hours of Wednesday and I’m sooo close to finishing scrambled eggs…but also fading fast, so it’s not going to happen. But, hey, great ambiguous sentence to break on 😂

Make a new post with the last sentence you wrote on your current WIP (and tag some friends if you want)

She assumed the other teen knew what was coming, and while she wouldn’t be stopped, she was at least willing to give Josie a moment first.

From scrambled eggs again (which still has no concept of a title 😭)

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As always, feel free to disregard the tag if you’re not up for it this week 😀 @evilpenguinrika @persevereforahappyending @poppyseedxx @satoruspurple

@junglejam @toriwritesstories @clexylexymain @the0fi

And of course anyone else who sees this is welcome to join in…just make a new post with the last sentence you wrote on your current WIP to share it with your readers and fans.

[wondercourse]

Long aimless rambling anecdote time because the local voidthing is thinking again uh oh.

Honestly whenever someone who does things like post to cringe subreddits say they're doing it because they care about pwCDDs and education and whatever, I just think about the psychoeducation piece of my treatment and the fact that none of it came with this weird fakeclaiming thing. It was never presented as "Here's the information :) If you don't match it exactly it's a moral failing because you make people with DID look bad". Because that's weird. That's a weird and shitty thing to do to a community you claim to care about.

She has also...never made a big deal about the split that caused me to like. Be Wonder. Came with a lot of fictional introjects. Nor did she make a big fuss about the amount of parts that year-long bullshit I went through caused to split off, introjection or no. She does want to make sure we remain open to each other's existences, but she just treats those fictives like any other alter rather than as a reason my DID is somehow Wrong™.

And that aside, because DID Isn't Alters Disorder (remember?), she cares more about the year-long BS and its affects on us. On me as a whole. That includes the parts aspect, of course, but that isn't all it is.

What's crazy is that she shows that she cares for me and that she's pro-recovery by…helping me through my recovery. Making sure I'm informed. Helping me work through my phobia of the inner experience (which extends partially to other parts). Listening to my experiences REGARDLESS of what she thinks may be causing them rather than shaming me for being wrong about what could be causing them.

Before I was in therapy but after being wrong about a lot of things re: my DID that cringe subs eat eat UP, I did think things like FDC and SystemsCringe were helpful. I slingshotted to the other side. I wanted to crack down on any perceived "abnormality" in presentation because I hated myself for having been wrong.

But...I dunno. When you have an experience like moving between—

anti-endo (woefully misinformed) -> anti-endo (syscringe supporter who presented it as a Good Thing) -> not caring anymore and just trying to get through life. get this shit out of my face. -> "oh shit i might have endogenic parts. welp. gotta navigate that now" -> [starts to more concretely register that i went through nearly constant, inescapable, and very high stress for about a year] "...oh"

—you very quickly shift to minding your damn business.

So with all that, when I see people presenting posting people to cringe subreddits as somehow being a net positive for "real" (mostly arbitrary modifier yippee) CDD systems is like...weird. Because that exact kind of thing distorted my perception of myself so deeply that my therapist often has to be the person in real life going "hey, man, how's it going" because I've internalized so much stuff.

In all honesty, people who say that online spaces are the worst places to start when you have DID are right. Because both extremes exist and are extremely prominent, and both really fuck you up.

Cringe subs aren't doing shit for pwCDDs.

Send tumble.

[poppyseedxx]

WIP Wednesday Last Sentence You Wrote

Thank you @uncleasad for tagging me! Let's see if I do this properly this time.

“Oh, but you are. I can taste it. The self-loathing. It clings to you like a second skin.”

From my The Dream Weaver fic that I still have yet to update. 273 words in and I just now started to write. Been doing research on demonic spirits/parasites and coming up with an interesting name (that will be revealed in the chapter) has been a daunting task to say the least. Everything is carefully written down to the way this being speaks. Still debating if it's related to Malivore in some way or it's something MUCH worse since not even Dark Josie can deal with it LOL

But ah, short post with this one. I'm not sure who to tag really or how these posts are supposed to go. Hopefully, I've done it right this time, but I'm happy to be included. 😅