#my writing and fics

[cyanide-latte]

TWST fan event: Wishmaster's Concert

Event introduction ficlet: Copper Benoit

Event banner by: @ramshacklerumble

(Event details here)

Characters: Copper Benoit and Jackie (my OCs,) Epel Felmier, Marja Felmier (referenced), Gia Yugo ( @ramshacklerumble 's Yuusona, referenced)

Word count: 748

Content warnings: none

Important note: While this event is open for anyone to use at any point in their OC's timeline, for my own works and lore I have this concert taking place during Copper's Junior year at NRC, when he is Housewarden of Pomefiore with Epel as his Vice-Housewarden.

A final once-over cemented for the young man that he was set and ready to go. Magical pen in one pocket, lock-picking set in another, a decent amount of thaumarks in another and substantially more thaumarks in a hidden pocket that only a fool would attempt to steal. A few other necessities, including some cosmetics, he grabbed and tucked into the embroidered patched-on pockets on his pants.

"Right, I think that's everything…"

There was a sudden chattering and a furry weight dropped onto his shoulder, tiny paws digging into him wherever they could reach. He let out a sudden laugh and nodded, amused.

"Right, right, sorry Jackie," Copper said, reaching up to give the monkey an affectionate scratch on his head. The capuchin let out a trill, mollified, and gently poked at the battle jacket he'd landed on, prompting Copper to chide him for pulling on a stud before they exited the room and locked up.

Other Pomefiore students going about their business throughout the dorm stopped as Copper passed by, many of them delightedly greeting him with an enthusiastic "Housewarden! Have fun at the concert!" A smile grew on Copper's face, regal, charming, and utterly proud of them, of his dorm, and he returned each with appreciation. He didn't stop or slow his commanding stride until at last he reached the lounge and saw his Vice-Housewarden.

"AAGH!"

And his Vice-Housewarden saw him.

"What in the—Copper! Talk about scarin' a guy!"

"Hehe, sorry Epel," he said, unable to hold back a laugh. "I wanted to go ahead and do my makeup now, get ahead of the tide of this thing."

To his credit, Epel recovered quickly and offered a smile of his own. "Well, it is smart thinking! And ya did great with it! Vil'd be proud."

"You ready to hold down the fort while I'm gone?"

"You bet! I'll keep it, er, ship-shape?"

At that remark, Jackie let out a noise that could only be described as a shriek, but with no real power behind it. Copper lifted his shoulder just a fraction and the monkey leapt clear over him and landed heavily on Epel's shoulder.

"I trust you guys," Copper insisted. "Just keep an eye on that menace while I'm gone. If he gets too bothersome, withhold all apples."

Jackie swiveled his head around and stared at Copper with big wet eyes as if to innocently suggest "who, me?" and promptly began to play with Epel's hair.

"Don't worry, we'll have fun," Epel said, waving a dismissive hand, before remembering something. "Oh, right! Remind me again who all's gonna be performin' at the concert?"

"Wishmaster is headlining," Copper said, ticking the bands off on his fingers, "and they're going to also have Pixie Metal, Fighting Dragons, H.D.M., and UnderDark."

"Ahh, that's right…" Epel looked somewhat abashed, and shuffled his weight from foot to foot in a way he hadn't done since they were freshmen. "Umm…"

"What is it? You know you can ask me anything, Epel."

His Vice-Housewarden managed a sheepish look before inhaling, exhaling, and squaring his shoulders.

"I know I asked ya if ya'd pick up an autograph from UnderDark for Meemaw…"

Copper nodded. Epel had been more than willing to look after Jackie in addition to filling in on Housewarden duties during the concert, but since he was also not going to be attending due to Spelldrive practice, it felt only fair to offer to pick up something for him. When Copper had learned Epel's grandmother, Marja, was an UnderDark fan, he immediately promised he'd look into getting an autograph from the band for her.

"But, if it's not too much trouble," Epel continued, "do- d'ya think ya could pick me up a Fighting Dragons shirt?"

"Done!"

"Oh. That was…quick?"

Copper grinned and winked. "For everything you're willing to do, that's an easy request!" Giving himself a final, quick brush down, he posed for feedback.

"Knock 'em dead!"

"Aye, and you break a leg."

The two reached up, lightly smacked their fists together, and then Copper was on his way. He was buzzing with energy, a spring in his step and mischief on his mind as he headed out to meet the others at the Mirror Chamber. Perhaps he and Gia would make it there first and continue going over their plans. If not, there would be plenty of opportunity over this concert to confer and carry out their little scheme. And plenty of fun to be had too.

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[izzythedemigod]

I just found the funniest font ever

Like. What is this. Why is this. Who is the target audience of this?

[theaftersundown]

the holy grail types of fanfic

[heartbreakincident]

nothing but respect for our troops (smut writers) but listen. i dont want to be the person to tell you this, but not every character is going to be a dom or a sub. some people. and i know this is hard to hear. but some people do have vanilla sex. and some of those people might even be The Character.

[roboticnebula]

Pros of re-reading your own fic

a good time;

Has exactly the tropes you like and the characterization you want to read;

Gratification: yes you did finish a thing and yes you did do good;

just a very fun time all around.

Cons of re-reading your own fic:

Is that another TYpO

[balrogballs]

i'm a writer irl (can't say who because my agent would rightfully put me into a blender and press the button if i go and out myself as "balrogballs") and honestly the funniest and most humiliating incident of my life was the time my finished manuscript triggered a plagiarism flag with the publisher for two lines of prose in my literary fiction novel...

.... which was word for word similar to a paragraph in a certain explicit work on FFN starring elrond and his batsman from the hobbit films, aka that one elf that looked like he ate panic attacks for breakfast (i forget his name but it's Figwit II) where the lord of imladris bends said twink over his writing desk and gives him the battering ram treatment.

and if you think i had to sit in front of one if the biggest publishing companies in the world and admit that it was, in fact, me who wrote the fic where the lord of imladris bends said twink over his writing desk and gives him the battering ram treatment in order to avoid being wrongly flagged for plagiarism, you would be absolutely correct.

(yes they published the book)

[yeehawpim]

a comic about fix-it fanfics

[whatsnewalycat]

Made this for u 💝

[lgbtlunaverse]

To me the most fun part about fix-its is placing dominoes.

Tragedies often consist of escalating series of actions and circumstances which, in isolation, were not clearly leading to the tragic end but form a chain of cause-and-effect directly towards it in hindsight. In equal but opposite fashion, I love starting with small inoccuous changes to canon that in themselves do not obviously fix everything but start a new chain that leads to a better ending.

It's kind of impossible for fix-its to feel fully natural– the reader by definition knows what the original ending was and that this ending will be happier because the writer wants it to be– but it is possible for them to not feel contrived. A big deus-ex-machina, or a character breaking with their pre-established tragic flaws to suddenly make all the "correct" decisions almost always feels unsatisfying to me.

But a few carefully placed small domino pieces slowly knocking over bigger and bigger tiles until the entire story has radically changed? That's a lot more fun.

It recquires the author to both correctly identify the original chain of cause-and-effect and understand the characters well enough to know how they'd react to different circumstances. Because if the story feels like it's fixing the wrong problem or the characters don't act like themselves the magic is lost. But when it works? When it clicks and the reader sees the domino chain laid out in front of them? It's beautiful.

[weepynymph]

Do not write fanfiction. One second you're normal and the next you're downloading a calendar from 2004 and tearing your hair out over what specific date every event in your fic happens

[cyanide-latte]

TWST fic: To Hex and Back

Word count: 3,219

Content warning(s): acts of intimidation, character is briefly restrained and lightly tormented, reference is made to Trey being petty

Characters: Marshall Eton (my OC,) Trey Clover (mentioned,) Emil Lehr and Mac & Wesson Nightwatch. (@/tixdixl's OCs)

Additional notes: Gave a cameo mention to @/twstinginthewind's PJ from Royal Sword Academy. The content warnings are there just in case; I personally don't think what I put here is all that bad but I'd rather warn for the stuff than not, you know?

The general lack of loiterers and passersby in the Pomefiore dorm lounge was welcome, allowing a trio of beastmen plenty of time and space to kick back and enjoy each others' company unbothered. Given the way the three tended to lean in during their conversation, the unfamiliar might be given to assume they were intensely focused on studying together, but closer inspection or more recognition of the individuals would give away this wasn't the case. Even if they had been in the same year at Night Raven College, it was highly unlikely that any studying attempts made between the three of them would be even remotely productive.

Still, the sharp-eyed might look at them, recognize they were all members of the Archery Club, and guess that perhaps they were holding an unofficial club meeting or some such related discussion. And in fairness to the one guessing, the three had begun their hangout doing just that. Except it changed subject so naturally that all thoughts of discussing practice were gone.

And right now, the topic had turned to one of gossip and suspicion.

"All I'm sayin', boss," Wesson Nightwatch declared stiffly, "is that I got a feelin' you ain't seen the last of that guy."

Marshall Eton let out a long sigh, ears flattening back on his head in tired exasperation as he let Wes's words sink in. The "guy" in question was his fellow third-year, Trey Clover, who'd given very clear signals that he'd not taken kindly to Marshall's verdict on the spiciness of his curry. Marshall was well aware Clover had been silently irritated with him, and he fully expected something to come of it, but he also refused to live constantly looking over his shoulder.

"Your concern is noted," he muttered. "I'll just deal with it when it comes to it."

"Aw, course it ain't the last we'll see of Mr. Clover! You've got class with him, doncha?"

Marshall tried not to roll his eyes at the fact Wesson's brother, Mac, was just a beat behind them in the conversation, much less that he'd accidentally made a good point.

"Yeah, and he's been deliberately not looking at me the entire time," Marshall remarked.

"Sounds like he's up to something to me," Wes said.

Marshall couldn't disagree with that either; the fact of the matter was, he tended not to trust most people he met, and Trey Clover just had a vibe around him that indicated he was the type for some petty revenge. He'd already tried once too, by using his Unique Magic to up the taste of the spice in the curry, except…well, that fixed the issue Marshall had with the dish not being spicy enough. The resulting shock from Clover and everyone else had been well worth the sudden intense heat from the dish (which, that in itself was a delight too.) So with that backfire, he wouldn't put it past Clover to try something else when he was least expecting it.

"Well," he said heavily, "like I said, we'll deal with that when it comes to it."

The twins exchanged a glance between them, a rare moment of intellectual clarity and that weird kind of nonverbal discussion only twins seemed to ever have, and Marshall had a fairly solid guess that they were weighing his response and trying to determine whether or not it was worth arguing with him about.

Opting to steer the discussion away, he asked, "Either of you hear from PJ lately? I know he's probably busy with classes over in spit-shine castle, but I've not heard from him in a hot minute."

Luckily, the subject of their mutual childhood playmate seemed to do the trick. Wes and Mac quite readily steered into the conversation, and a few more prods about other things along the way kept them from returning to the subject of Trey Clover. The general mood among the three of them improved, and the time idled away until-

"You're going to be in for a rough time if Vil catches you slouching like that," a new voice spoke up as another person entered the lounge to pass through it.

Both Marshall and Wesson looked up at this, Marshall because he'd been slumping in relaxation on the sofa and Wes because he was notorious in Pomefiore for his bad posture. In this particular moment, the comment could have been aimed at either or both of them.

The speaker was short, with dark-brown hair pulled neatly back on his head save for a few stray curls, blue eyes, and a face that was usually lit up with some inner sunshine. At the moment however, it was neutral and calculating, taking careful note of the three of them. Almost instantly, Marshall worked The Smile onto his face and beamed at the other young man.

"Emil~!!" He sat up straight at that, but didn't go any further. "Nice of you to join us~."

"I'm not," Emil returned in a pleasant enough tone.

"Thank Seven," Wes muttered under his breath, while Mac's face fell in disappointment as he asked, "Aww, why not? We was just havin' a nice chat, enjoyin' each other's company."

Emil turned to stare at the Ignihyde vulture and seemed to have a brief internal struggle about how to respond to his innocent dismay. Wes gave his brother a light smack in the pectoral, to try to signal him not to invite an unwanted fourth into their hangout time, but Mac gave no notice of this, which was par for the course as usual.

"I'm sure you are," Emil responded, and the sentiment was genuine, but clearly Mac was doomed to not succeed in roping him into their space. "And I personally need to go take care of a few things." He shifted the few things in his arms for emphasis, and made to keep walking.

"Well, we could help ya!" Mac offered, and received another smack in the pec from his brother for his efforts. Marshall on the other hand, fully saw an opportunity to tag along and pester his dormmate, and so got to his feet.

"Mac is right!" he said jovially, wagging his tail and ears for effect. "You know, we always see you doing so much work on your own, it's not very neighborly of us to never lend a hand~."

Emil paused long enough to squint over his shoulder, instantly suspicious and not buying what Marshall was selling him for a single second.

"I'm fairly sure I'll be fine, thanks." His tone was cool, dismissive, and unflinching.

This had far from the intended effect; if anything, Marshall's interest in pestering Emil only increased. Acting like that implied Emil was being sneaky, that he had something to hide, and if he did, Marshall wanted to know what it was. Granted, it could be nothing, it was probably nothing, but a response like that just piqued the wolf's nosy tendencies.

"Now now, there's no need to—" he began, tone overly reasonable and placating, when something blatantly broke through his thoughts. There was a sudden small flash of light from Marshall's magical pen, and that light began to blink steadily, accompanied by a soft shing!-ing sound. He stopped fully in his tracks, slipped his pen free of his breast pocket, and looked at it with wide eyes. The light blinking from it was a low red color, and the vulture twins immediately got up and started his way, recognizing what was happening. Even Emil stopped and turned to stare, distracted by the sound-and-light show.

"Boss, is that-" Wes began.

The carefully crafted and maintained Smile vanished from Marshall's face, instantly replaced with something more real and far more feral as his brows came down sharply. Emil was completely forgotten as the wolf turned to the vultures and said, "Oh yeah it is. We got another intruder, boys."

Spinning on his heel, he set off down the corridor with a pompous swagger, passing by Emil completely and only flicking an ear back once to acknowledge that the Nightwatch twins were close behind.

It wasn't necessarily encouraged at Night Raven College for the students to put spells on their rooms, but it wasn't restricted, much less enforced. At best, the majority of staff and Housewardens looked the other way, depending on the dorm's culture, and given that Pomefiore was arguably the most cutthroat, it was especially common among the juniors to set up the occasional spell on their rooms to enforce privacy, and reduce theft of or tampering with one another's beauty products.

Marshall had never been satisfied with minimal measures on his room, though, nor was he content to pass on an opportunity to test his favorite type of spellcasting. Which meant that the entirety of his room, almost down to every spare inch, was covered in various hex traps.

"Whatcha think they set off this time, boss?" Wes asked, coming up beside him.

"Oooh, you think it was the lightning trap?" Mac mused aloud, an alarming excitement in his voice. "That one sure got me good."

"That one nearly fried you, remember?" Marshall retorted over his shoulder, still more than a little concerned at how much Mac seemed to recall that incident with fondness. "I've had to modify it pretty heavily since then."

From further behind them, there was a strangled sound of shock that made Marshall's ear flick, and it registered distantly that Emil probably was going down the corridor as well and overheard that.

"Whaddaya want us to do with 'em when we get there?" Wes asked.

Recognizing the question was genuine, Marshall shrugged. "Haven't decided yet. Let's see what this one's about first.

It was genuinely challenging, attempting to both pace himself and make it to his dorm room in good time. He wanted to get to the bottom of this fast, wanted to lay eyes on his intruder and learn what the motivation was here, but he couldn't deny he also wanted whoever it was to remain trapped just a little bit longer. Let them stew in it. It built character.

Too soon, it felt like they reached the floor and hall for his room, and even from a distance Marshall could see the door standing wide open and hear someone inside whimpering and crying in fear and distress. Well, served them right, didn't it? Tucking his magic pen away and shoving his hands into the pockets of his trousers with his thumbs hooked out, he strolled ahead into view of his open room and peered inside. And at the sight of the struggling student with the Heartslabyul crest and armband on his school uniform, it was hard to hold back his vindicated glee and instead maintain The Smile.

"Now what do we have here~?" he asked, his tone dripping with perky condescension.

The stranger was grappling with multiple hexes at once. He'd managed to nullify one or two of the minor ones (Marshall hoped that made him feel falsely confident, as those would reset before long,) but the python-bind, the gravity well, and the skincrawl hexes were giving him some serious trouble. The boy's arms were tight to his sides, barely able to move, he'd hit the floor on his knees as the gravity well hex pulled him down, and he was thrashing and squirming with discomfort like thousands of phantasmal things were crawling all over him. He started to shout "Please! Help me, I—" but then he looked up and his eyes locked on Marshall. Instantly the color drained from his face.

Marshall brought one arm up against the doorframe and leaned casually, The Smile widening as he felt Mac and Wes come up behind him.

"You know, it's not real polite t'go breakin' into other people's rooms," Mac said, tone rather pointed, like it was embarrassing to have not figured that out at this stage.

"If you're not careful," Wes added, leaning his back against the opposite side of the doorframe as he looked down at the Heartslabyul student, "that's the kinda thing that could getcha shot."

The boy on the floor let out a soft noise of terror, tears beginning to pool in his eyes.

"Oh, no need for that," Marshall said, though it wasn't entirely clear whether he was responding to Wes or remarking on the boy about to cry. "I'm sure this is all just some big mistake."

Pushing off from the doorframe, he sauntered into his room and started to circle around the boy, intentionally letting his tail lightly smack the side of his head a little. He'd have to clean it thoroughly later, but it was worth the sharp intake of breath he heard.

"I'm a gentleman, after all," Marshall continued. "And I can be perfectly reasonable."

For emphasis, he snapped his fingers, amplified by the click of his nails against one another as he tugged on and temporarily dispelled the skincrawl hex. The Heartslabyul boy sagged and dry-sobbed with relief. By this point, Marshall had made it all the way around to the boy's left side, and he bent forward to look at him. But the intruder refused to make eye contact. Very well then.

Keeping his left hand tucked behind his back, he reached out with his right and grabbed the boy's chin, slowly turning his head to force him to make eye contact. The moment he did, Wes and Mac made pitying clicks with their tongues and audible winces.

"So why don't you tell me what compelled you to break into my room uninvited," Marshall purred, keeping his voice soft and not shifting his gaze in the slightest, "and maybe your Housewarden doesn't have to know about this, hmm?"

The boy's mouth began to quiver, and just to be encouraging, Marshall loosened the thread on the gravity well hex, resulting in another sound of relief.

"I-i-it was my Vice Housewarden! Tr-Trey Clove-er!" the boy sobbed. "Th-that box! The one on your bed, it's wrapped, I- He-he told me to deliver it to you!"

Marshall didn't budge an inch, merely prompting, "Mac?"

The vulture moved in his peripherals, entering the room without consequence and skipping past them towards Marshall's bed, before cheerfully confirming, "Yup! There's a box, sir, and it's wrapped real nice 'n' fancy!"

Glare intensifying, Marshall kept his voice soft as he asked, "How interesting. And, Vice Housewarden Clover told you to break into my room and leave this box?"

The boy swallowed hard. "He just to-old me to deliver i-it."

"Ah, so breaking in was your little idea."

"When you coulda just stopped by the dorm lounge an' delivered it?" Wes scoffed. "I dunno if you're plannin' somethin' worse, or if you're just stupid."

"No no no no no!" the boy was babbling and on the verge of hyperventilation, shaking his head rapidly. "No, I wasn't planning anything else, I swear! I just thought I'd leave it here!"

"I dunno, boss, I ain't buyin' it." Wes shifted his position and came into the room as he spoke, nudging the boy's knees none-too-gently with the steel-tipped toe of a combat boot. The boy immediately closed his eyes and whimpered, not knowing he'd ceded a dominance stare to the wolf in the process.

Marshall straighted back up, stroking his chin contemplatively as The Smile returned.

"What do you think, boys? Should we make him open this little present he brought?"

"It's cookies! I swear it's cookies! It's just cookies!"

At that, Mac inhaled and declared, "Sir, it does smell like cookies."

Marshall turned his head and breathed deeply, confirming it definitely smelled like sugary baked goods, before turning and raising his eyebrows at the intruder.

"Well." With a fast, elegant flourish of his magic pen, he put all the hexes in the room on standby and reset, watching the boy closely. He moved like he was ready to bolt, but Wes had shifted his boot subtly, enough to put down on one of the boy's knees and apply steady pressure. The boy gave yet another whimper, and Marshall loomed over him, fists planted firmly on his lovehandles in a no-nonsense posture.

"What's your name, card soldier? And be honest." The boy stammered out his name, then went far enough to add in his class and seat number, and Marshall tilted his head as he gestured with one hand towards Mac. "Well then, consider yourself lucky. You see, Mr. Nightwatch here and his brother have some of the most cast-iron stomachs in existence. Perks of being vulture beastmen. However, should they taste-test this little gift and get sick," he paused, then reached down and patted the boy's cheek as he leaned in close, baring his fangs completely as he said, "then I know who I'm looking for first when I get even."

Wild, terrified eyes stared up at him, their owner shaking with fear.

"Good," Marshall crooned, standing back up and beaming, clapping his hands together. "So glad we understand each other! You can get lost now~."

The boy didn't need to be told twice. He raced off the second he could, ignoring Wes and dashing from the room like he was being chased by hungry ghosts. Marshall and the twins watched him go, noticing someone was still watching from the hall.

"Did you need something, Emil~?" the wolf prompted, voice sweet.

"You really have several hexes on your room?" Emil asked.

The question wasn't what Marshall had been expecting. He blinked slowly, his long lashes and large eyes only adding to his perplexed look.

"Almost every inch of his room's got a hex on it, yup!" Mac chimed in. "He's really good at setting them up as traps, you know!"

Emil let out a slow, pensive hum at that, like he hadn't ever considered the possibility. Marshall frowned, wondering what about that was turning the gears in the sophomore's head, but the next second, Wesson spoke up and distracted him.

"You really think it's just cookies, boss?"

Marshall shrugged. "Smells like it. Guess there's only one way to find out."

Without waiting for an order, the words were barely out of Marshall's mouth before Mac plunked himself down on the floor, a vacant, happy smile on his face as he undid the cloth wrapped around the box, then opened the lid.

"Oh!" he exclaimed. "Wouldja look at that! Almond-n-coconut no-bakes!"

Immediately Marshall recoiled with a noise of disgust. "Almond? And coconut?! That's vile."

Wes winced with sympathy. "It's like he made cookies he knew you'd hate."

"Yeah, I'd say that's deliberate."

Outside the door to Marshall's room, there was a muffled, choked sound, and all three looked up at Emil. The sophomore very rapidly schooled his face into a neutral expression and said a brief, "Sorry, that's unfortunate. I'll say something to Trey. Excuse me."

Both Marshall and Wes watched him leave, squinting, while Mac happily munched on one of the cookies. He piped up after a second, "Sure you don't want none, sir?"

Sighing, the wolf beastman shook his head. "Knock yourself out, birdbrain. Guess you're the real winner here."

"Sir, yessir!"

Ah, well. Clover could have this one. Besides, he'd gotten to absolutely scare a little card soldier witless, so the day wasn't a total loss. Marshall moved to his chair and settled in with a luxurious sigh, beginning the work of resetting his hexes while the vultures feasted.

Final notes: while I neglected to put it in the fic, Marshall does key his hexes so that anyone he seems a friend can enter and leave his room freely, hence Mac and Wes can go in and out without a problem. Actually earning his friendship is a catch-22 but if you've got it, he's dead loyal you've got a hex-free in. (Written as possible set-up if @/ramshacklerumble wants to bounce off of it for any reason, given the relationship between Marshall and Bobbi.)

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[orphicmeliora]

Imagine handing divorce papers to your arranged marriage husband Zayne because the past 3 years of this marriage have been nothing but a farce and you're tired of chasing scraps of affection from a husband who's almost never home.

You leave the documents (signed from your end) in his office at Akso and skip on your way home, treat yourself to a luxury dinner, self care, a good soak in the bath all while humming under your breath. You go to bed, relieved that you'll be a free woman by the end of the week.

Except Zayne shows up in the middle of night still in his hospital scrubs kneeling by your bed (the first time he's entered your bedroom in a long while)

He clutches your hands in a death grip, tears in his eyes, begging you, "please don't leave me."

[casuallyanidiot]

Some more good Ole Yandere Nerd

Tw. Noncon/Dubcon, kidnapping, invasion of privacy, fisting, yandere

Yandere Nerd who fucks you so frequently in so many different ways that he jokingly starts to collect data on it.

"You've cum 23 times this week without penetration. We can definitely raise that by this time next!"

He keeps neatly color coordinated graphs and charts of the amount of times you'd had sex with him, how many times you came, what different types of toys and kinks you seemed to like the most, and more. He'd write thousand word research essays on the topic while fucking your face under the table. He'd look down through fogged glasses and make sure you'd swallow before he got the motivation to continue on for the next few pages.

It's almost impressive how well organized he keeps track of everything.

Yandere Nerd who explains what he's working on like he's talking to a dumb dog.

"You see, it's quite interesting to find that there's no significant difference between how much you cum from when I spank you versus no spanking when I play with your ass. I think we need to repeat this at least 30 times each to see if there's any further development."

You never imagined that dirty talk could be so dull. Though, he probably wasn't trying to turn you on using anything other than brute force, sheer, will, and a closet worth of sex toys.

Yandere Nerd who likes to stretch you out on increasingly bigger and bigger toys.

His cock definitely is not the size of his fucking arm, but it's not even about his pleasure at this point. He just likes seeing you all whiny and sobbing while begging him to take his fist out of your poor, abused hole. He won't listen at all! How mean :( . In fact, he'd probably measure how large your stretched out entrance gapes after every session and then time how long it would take for your quivering form to go somewhat back to normal.

Yandere Nerd while, mid fuck, suddenly decides to share the good news with you.

"The paper I wrote on you got accepted into a journal!"

How that fucking happened, you don't know, but all of a sudden detailed descriptions of how often you cum on a daily basis were suddenly up for anyone to see. You ended up crying when you read the journal, too humiliated to feel anything but anger and utter embarrassment. He rubs soothing circles into your back while trying to comfort you, but he's not exactly slick with the way he's pulling out his camera to record your reaction.

What!? This is valid data! Now if you're going to be the subject of further studies, then you have to be at least a little bit more cooperative with him, okay?

[chickensoup1025]

"So..." Ao3 grinned, their nerves buzzing. "There's only one bed."

Tumblr didn't waste any time in shoving them onto it, straddling their hips. "Seems there is..."

"I-" They couldn't help but notice the empty space in their two twin hotel room and the suspicious burn mark on the open floor. "Wait why is there only one-"

"Shut up and kiss me." Tumblr ran their hands over Ao3 frame, taking in and admiring it. "This is a crack fic, okay?"

Ao3 turned their head away a moment, embarrassed under the gaze and touch. "S-...stop looking at me like that. I know you don't mean it."

"Don't mean what?" They took Ao3's hand into their own and kissed up it.

"I know I've got a reputation... and, well, being in this bed right now isn't really helping that-" They couldn't help but snort. Tumblr smiled. Ao3 continued, "But with all those bookmarks... I know I've gotten big-"

"And you don't think I'd want you because you've got some extra fat on your bones?" Tumblr asked bluntly.

"I- w- some is understating it-"

"I love you, Ao3." Tumblr looked right in their eyes. "No matter how big you get, no matter how many times you even go down. You're mine."

"Oh..." An adorable red blush spread over their cheeks.

[kcrabb88]

I feel like we really lost something when we started looking at writing as a reader-centric product meant to appeal to the desires of a specific audience rather than a writer-centric approach of someone writes whatever particular thing particular compels them/whatever weird thing the demons in their head want to talk about, and people out there who are also compelled, and/or relate, find that writing. A lot of discussions of writing really center around what readers want rather than a writer's exploration. Sometimes as a reader I don't know what I want. I click on a fic or pick up a book I'm not sure about but that looks interesting, and I love it. Reading what I expect to get is it's own joy, but we always need to expand our horizons and not get mad at creators for not always writing what we want/expect.

[bluegiragi]

something sweet.

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this is fanart of "Cedar Beam, Pine Rafter" by joesoef, specifically Chapter 3 where these two knuckleheads finally get over themselves and kiss. "Cedar Beam, Pine Rafter" is one of the most heartfelt fics in the fandom, with such a sincere and thoughtful take on these two and their unending dedication to each other. It talks a lot about disability and is so empathetic and considerate of both Simon and Johnny in this new relationship of theirs, and I love it all to death. If you enjoyed this fic, please leave a nice comment and some kudos!!