#not the only thing i'm spr

[sunnifer]

i know falsettos fans are very much focused on whizzer in this cat/dog debate. but what i want to know is how anyone could think this guy

is a dog?? he constantly looks like he's holding back a meow. he probably licks his paw and uses it to clean himself when he thinks nobody is looking

[slutforfictionalwomen]

Supposed to be a thrill

Kinktober day 1

Rhea Ripley x Fem Reader

Main kinks: Bondage, bloodkink, knife kink.

Word count: 1,6K

Summary: Rhea takes Reader Halloween shopping. What Reader doesn't know is that Rhea has entirely planned out a surprise for when they get home.

Warnings: Slight manipulation, smut, knife play, blood play, bondage, cunnilingus, strap on use, pet names. (Please tell me if I missed anything)

POV Reader

Excitedly, I get into Rhea's black truck as she told me to. I check my pulse while waiting for Rhea to finish up, it's high. This is something I've been looking forward to for so long, getting Halloween decorations with my dark, older girlfriend who is the love of my life.

"You seem tense, baby," Rhea notices as she hops onto the driver's seat. As always, I squirm at the nickname and don't bother to hide the blush on my face.

"Just excited. This is my first full Halloween with my favourite person." I cannot hold back the wide smile on my face. Luckily, this woman of my dreams knows how deeply I feel things. With all the before, I've had to keep in the emotions I felt. With Rhea, I can feel when I feel and stare blank when I don't have any emotions to show on my face at all.

I hear the engine of the car start. Rhea nods, with one of those smiles that seem to make time stop. "I'm glad to hear that, darling. Just don't get your heart too worked up, I know how overwhelming things can be for you." We drive away from our house, to Rhea's favourite shop for Halloween stuff. That's what she said, at least.

About fifteen minutes later, we walk into a theme shop that has almost entirely been transformed into a Halloween shop. "I love this so much," I say wide eyed.

"Well, go ahead and take a look." That's how we get started, looking for anything fitting our spooky aesthetic. At some point, Rhea leaves my side for a few minutes, saying she's getting a particular object that she knows they sell here, but it's a surprise.

When we get home, we each put down a paper bag full of stuff. It's around eight pm, we ate food at a place on the way home. I still don't know what Rhea bought as a surprise, she told me to go to the car when she paid. "Can I now know what you got?"

Rhea looks me up and down as I'm sitting on the table. "No princess, that's for later. Go take a shower first." She takes a step forward, pressing a loving kiss on my head. I agree to taking a shower, but I'm still curious.

After a hot everything-shower during which I sung my heart out to my favourite songs, I have completely forgotten about the surprise. I get into some comfy clothes in our bedroom. I'm putting on a hoodie when I hear the light switching off and our LED light being plugged in. "Well baby, I see you've put on some clothes, but it's time to take them off for me again."

I didn't hear Rhea coming in, but now she's speaking in her dominant voice, which immediately makes me react. I pull the hoodie back over my head. As soon as it's on the floor, Rhea's behind me tying a blindfold over my eyes. "Rhea, what is this?" Before I know, I'm being thrown onto the bed.

"Time for your suprise," she says with a ring in her voice, feigning innocence. "Do you remember the rules?"

Of course I do. Speak only when spoken to, use mistress to adres her, safeword when needed. "Yes, mistress."

"Such a good little girl." Her hands are on my body, ripping off my shirt and underwear. "Are you gonna be a nice girl for me? Are you gonna make me proud?"

Before I can answer, she collapses her lips into mine. She's so rough but loving at the same time. I reach my hands up to pull her closer, but she is faster and pushes my wrists above my head with one hand. Abruptly, she pulls away. I reach for her, but I can't feel her anywhere.

"Oh baby, I'm just getting some stuff to start the fun." I hear her voice quite far away, on the other side of the room. Though a few seconds later, a rope is being wrapped around my arm. I feel her lips close to my ear. "I'm going to spread you out nicely so I can see your entire bare body, even that pretty pussy of yours. Or should I say mine? We all know who that pussy belongs to, and every other part of your body."

"I'm yours mistress," I say, falling into subspace. Both my ankles and wrists are being tied to each corner of the bed, spreading me out like she said she was going to do. When she's done, she climbs up my body to kiss me.

"Yes princess, you're mine." She kisses down my body, stopping right above my desperate heat. I groan in frustration. "Shh baby. You're so wet for me, so needy. But I have one more little surprise for you." She gives my pussy a quick kiss, but immediately shifts on the bed.

A few seconds later, something sharp is pressed onto my inner thigh. It doesn't hurt, but I flinch at the feeling. "Easy baby, it's just a pretty little play knife. Actually, it's not, but it's our play knife now, only for you. I wish you could see how pretty the design is, but that would spoil the fun, wouldn't it?"

I moan when she presses it down a bit harder. It doesn't slice the skin, but it hurts a bit more now. I can feel it is sharp, but I kind of like that. "Are you going to let me use this on you? Are you gonna be my good girl?" Rhea's dominant voice is low and sultry, she takes away the knife from my thigh.

"Yes, mistress." As soon as the words leave my mouth, hers is on my pussy. I feel metal pressing against my throat, which makes me yelp and try to stay as still as possible. Her tongue flattens and laps my clit with passion, if it wasn't for the knife against my throat I would be bucking my hips up into her face.

"Hmm do you want me to make you come? You're doing so well, darling." Her words make me whine loudly. Her knife leaves my throat again, but also her lips leave my body.

"Mistresssss," I pout. I feel her fingers on my nipples, teasing my body.

"You didn't think I was just gonna let you come, did you?" She chuckles. "Dumb baby. You have to earn that, and I know just the right way." She yanks on one of the ropes when I shift my body and presses the tip of the knife into the skin of my left thigh. "Can I mark you? Just two letters, just my initials. I'll then let you come, I promise."

I'm a bit afraid of it, but I do really want to come. I know it's manipulative, but I also know that she cares about me. She'll make sure nothing bad happens to the wound. "Okay, mistress," I answer with a small voice.

"Oh princess, I love you so much." She leans down to kiss me, making me taste myself. When she pulls away, her knife is back on my thigh. I yelp when I feel the first slice.

"Rhea!" The second slice comes fast after my slip out. I know I have to call her by her title, but I couldn't help it. I try not to act up, but I cannot help the tears rolling down my cheeks. The second 'R' is now being carved into my inner thigh.

"That's a good baby!" Immediately after the praise, her tongue meets my thigh, lapping up the droplets of blood. I hear how she hums, I know she's a menace, but I kind of love that about her. Within mere seconds, her tongue is back on my bundle of nerves.

Her lips wrap around my clit, sucking on it. That's when my legs start to tremble uncontrollably. The knifeplay has worked me up more than I knew, and I'm not far away from the edge.

When I think I can't hold it anymore, I know I have to ask whether I can if I don't want to be punished. "Please mistress, can I come?"

For a few seconds, I don't get an answer, and then I finally hear her voice. "Come for me, baby." It is all that it takes for my orgasm to rip through me. I whine out and yank on my ropes, but of course they won't budge.

I feel how my legs are being freed, but not for long. "You didn't think it was over yet, did you?" Rhea chuckles as she ties the ropes of my ankels up to where my wrists are tied, so I'm tied in her famous 'Pretzel pin'.

For a few seconds I don't feel her contact, but then her fingers are on my sensitive clit. All of a sudden, a strap is being pushed inside of me. "Mistress!" I scream as she immediately starts a pounding pace.

It feels really good, but again, tears start to roll down my cheeks. I feel how she wipes them away with the hand that isn't on my hip, and then uses that same hand to circle my clit with her fingers.

Her hips meet my thigh with every hard, fast, deep thrust. It almost hurts, but it feels so good. I know I'm making an awful lot of noise, but I can't bother to even try keeping it down.

When I start to yank on my ropes again, Rhea already knows what's going on. She knows how overstimulated I am, and how badly I want to finish.

"Come for me like the filthy slut you are."

[joels-shitty-puns]

Kings & Queens

Pairing: Post-Outbreak!Joel Miller x Reader

Summary: I saw a list of reverse writing tropes, one of which was "too many beds" which I thought was hilarious until my brain went crazy. So here's where my mind went when there are oddly... too many beds.

Word Count: ~900

Warnings: None! This could even be read as platonic.

Other stuff: No descriptors. It can be romantic or friendly. Choose your adventure.

To those of you who are reading this: Thank you! I know I haven't written in months. I have barely even been on here. I want that again, but mentally I just haven't been feeling like much of anything lately. That being said, I saw the trope and I had an idea and quickly scribbled this down. It is short, not my best work, and doesn't have much emotion, but I did it :) To those of you who might also be struggling, I see you! You'll get through this. I hope all my tumblr buddies are doing well. I miss you guys.

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It had been nearly a year of patrols with Joel. A year of nasty buildings and hard rocky floors to take shelter for the night, a year of either taking turns on watch, or being stuck sharing the same sleeping bag. Or the same mattress. Your only reprieve was your nice bed in Jackson, which you knew was safe, and warm, and most importantly… yours.

Joel was… alright. You two were friendly at best. But for the most part, it was all business. He didn't like to talk much, and you became tired of receiving looks or grunts when asking about Ellie, or Tommy, or his former life. But you worked well together, you made a good team, and you trusted each other to stay safe. You had run into trouble before, and you always had each other's backs. Words were often left unsaid, but you both knew what you meant to the other.

So when you stumbled upon an abandoned shopping mall while scoping potential areas of left-behind goods, it was a breath of fresh air. Malls could be dangerous with so much ground to cover, and so many potential hiding places and dark corners for the cordyceps to fester.

But the mall could also be a light at the end of the tunnel. A plethora of abandoned items to loot and sell or keep for yourself.

After hours of digging through every nook and cranny, you managed to fill a couple of bags full of items, and planned to make it a regular stop on your raids. But as the time grew later, the long-broken clock didn't tick on, and the windows grew dim, you knew it would be an overnight stay. However, choosing a sleeping spot was becoming exhausting with Joel around.

“I saw a sporting goods store. They probably have some sleeping bags, or maybe even a tent,” you provided.

“Nah, we're indoors. I wanna sleep like I'm indoors,” gruffed Joel.

“Oookay. How about that old food place? I think I saw a conveyer belt in the kitchen, next to the oven! It looks like it was used to make pizza,” you chirped excitedly. “I bet we could set up some blankets and make it like a bed.”

“Look, I know that machinery and oven have been dead for years, but on the off chance there's some malfunction, that just seems like a Final Destination event waitin’ to happen,” Joel shook his head.

“Wow you're difficult..” you huffed. “What if we go into the old children's photography studio and make a fort! The walls are even painted to look like a sky,” you offered with doe-eyes.

Joel just looked at you before grumbling back a “no. My back would kill me. There's gotta be a bed in here somewhere.”

Upon finding an old, faded mall map, Joel studied it before picking up the pace with a clear destination in mind.

He came to a stop in front of “Royal Mattressty.”

You raised a brow before saying “royal… mattress-tea?? What?”

“It's a play on words. Royal majesty.” 

“That's the stupidest thing I ever heard,” you rolled your eyes.

“No, no, it's because mattresses come in Kings, Queens, and-” he broke off at your grimace.

“You're such a dad!” 

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The two of you made your way inside, only to find nearly 100 beds. Memory foam, spring, water, reclining… the possibilities were endless.

“WOW!” You squealed, running from bed to bed. “There's too many beds. I can't choose!”

Joel stretched, moving to a bed near the back corner. “I'm gonna set up here for the night. Sleep where y’want,” he gestured.

Sitting on a few different beds, you finally settled on one. A perfect, firm yet soft bed at the far end of the store. It was against a wall, allowing you to still see the door and keep your back safe. Perfect.

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But as the night ticked on, you tossed and turned. You weren't at your home in Jackson. This bed was nice… but it wasn't your safe, cozy cabin.

When you aren't home, you're with Joel. All this time you've been wanting space at night, but now you feel scared and alone. Even a bit cold. But Joel was over on his own bed, probably sound asleep. You wouldn't dare take that away from him.

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Until what felt like an hour passed.

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And then another hour…

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Finally, it had been about an hour and a half when you gave in. You wouldn't be getting any sleep at this rate. Fatigue is a dangerous fate when you need to be alert in this world. So you swallowed your pride and walked over to Joel's bed in the far end of the store.

But he wasn't there…

You wandered back, a bit nervous, until you spotted him. Curled up on a mattress only a row away from yours, you saw him blink in the night.

“You moved beds?” you whispered.

“Yeah, there was a draft over there…”

“A draft? In a mall with no electricity and no windows in this store?” You asked skeptically.

“Mmhm…” he grunted, sleepily.

“Sure. Well… turns out there was a draft over in my corner too. Move over,” you nudged.

“Draft, huh?” He wiggled over, letting you in the bed.

“Mmhm…” you mimicked his earlier grunt, settling in next to him.

“Good night Joel,” you whispered.

“G’night,” he replied, pressing his body closer to yours in the king sized bed.

Maybe there is such a thing as too many beds after all.

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Thanks for reading!!! Let me know what you think, and be sure to check out my masterlist for more. Reblogs are appreciated! Xoxo

[repeatsquared]

A Life for a Life - 10

Chapter 9 Recap: A dinner at a curry shop could lead to a lot of things, the most unsuspecting of which being a number handed to Alex from a woman at another table. They returned to their home, relatively uneventful save for another small panic attack that was easily coaxed by Claec, and settled in calmly for the night.

Word Count: 2,313

Trigger Warning: Threats

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Alex sat curled up in bed. They sported their usual pajamas, swaddled in a heap of blankets, knees to their chest and phone only inches from their face as their thumbs jabbed at the buttons on the screen, the only source of light in the otherwise dark room.

It had been nearly ten minutes at that point, and they still struggled to send a message. The now crumpled receipt that had been handed to them a few hours prior sat discarded on their nightstand, no longer necessary with the scratchy phone number implanted in their phone. They couldn't remember the last time they had been the first person to initiate an actual conversation with a stranger, let alone one that could possibly be flirting with them, and their texting skills really reflected that.

"Hey I'm Alex, from the restaurant earlier. Sorry for staring at you. What's your name?"

A pause, reading the message three times over.

Delete, delete, delete.

"Hello, my name's Alex. Thanks for the number. What's your name?"

Delete, delete, delete.

"Hey, this is the person from the curry shop. My name's Alex, what's your name?"

They groaned, dropping the phone into the heap of blankets and letting themself fall onto their side, staring at the wall instead of the screen. Maybe it was best not to message her.

It had been nearly four hours since Claec had left. His words and actions through the day rang through their head, and Alex found themself cringing whenever they thought of the break room. That icy pain of being controlled, the way their entire body shut down at the will of one person. Thinking about it made them feel sick, and so they pushed that thought away.

See you tomorrow stayed trapped in their mind. Hopefully the villain would simply watch from a distance from then on, rather than a mere foot away. It would be nice to hope for that, at least.

The sound of a p-ting! from their phone pulled them from their thoughts. Alex reached out, grabbing it and turning the still-illuminated screen to see what it was.

Their eyes snapped open, and their mouth went dry, realizing they must have bumped the send button as they dropped their phone. What did little to comfort them was the existence of a new message, just under the one they had sent.

"Hey hey! I'm Jasmine, ntmy! Srry if it was weird but I thought you were spr cute and wanted to chat."

Alex blinked a few times, reading the message once, twice, three times, then four, before a grin broke out on their face. She thought they were cute. They felt heat rise to their cheeks, rolling onto their back as they jabbed at the screen once more.

"Not weird at all. Sorry for staring at you, you're very pretty."

They took a moment, cringing at the message.

"Sorry if that's creepy."

They watched the bubbles appear as she typed, smiling again at her response.

"Not creepy! Thank you so much! Wanna get some coffee sometime?"

"I know a good shop. I can pick you up on Thursday?"

"Yay! I'll see you there <3 "

" :D "

They laughed at themself for the final message, shutting off their phone before dropping it again, staring at the ceiling with a smile. She thought they were cute.

"Heyo, Alex!" The call made them freeze, their body going stiff as they turned their head, watching as Lucas marched towards them. They had only just stepped onto their floor, barely getting out of the elevator before being yelled for. Surely it was over the assignment they didn't finish.

Lucas tried to look friendly enough, but he was stiff, moving quickly. His eyes were dark and angry, despite the forced grin. Worst of all? He actually used their name.

"My office, yeah? Let's chat for a second." He threw an arm over their shoulders, dragging them back into the elevator and nearly punching a button. Two floors up.

They stood in silence, fidgeting with their hands, staring at the cold metal of the elevator floor. It was odd, but they found themself wishing for Claec's presence. Maybe that alone would be enough to keep Lucas from exploding too much at them. Or worse.

The lift chimed far too quickly, and they were back to being dragged through by their shoulder. Alex avoided looking at the wandering eyes of people in the cubicles, just keeping pace with Lucas as they were pushed into the office. The walls were made of glass, but covered by thin blinds. Any light came from the massive window facing over the streets of Isola, and an industrial fixture in the ceiling. It changed any warm glow into a harsh white.

At the head of the office was a large desk, made of a dark wood. Neat stacks of paper lined the right side, while the left housed Lucas' laptop and a fake plant. There were three cushioned chairs positioned in front of the desk, and filing cabinets lined the walls.

It was a nice office, one he had bragged about nonstop when he first got the promotion, which promptly sucked any warmth from the environment. Especially now. Alex felt cold, despite the adrenaline pumping through their body. They just stood, and waited, watching Lucas pace back and forth behind the desk.

"How'd the numbers go?" He hummed, leaning against the desk with one hand, the other positioned on his hip. When Alex opened their mouth, he held up a hand, dropping the smile. "Shut up, I know you didn't do them. I know you're a massive fuck up, but this? Seriously?" He spat out the words, his voice low but that did nothing to hide the bite in his tone.

Alex stayed silent that time, and was pleased with their decision when Lucas decided to keep talking.

"It was a really simple job, it would've taken an hour at the most. But you just had to go and be selfish. Now we've got an angry client, because someone couldn't be bothered to finish their work!"

"It wasn't my work!" Alex shouted, their face going pale the moment the words left their lips. What the fuck were they doing?

"I'm sorry, I really think I misheard you," Lucas laughed, slowly pacing around the desk and towards Alex. "The fuck did you just say to me? I think I heard 'Sorry sir, I'll get it done right away.'"

Alex heaved a breath, clenching their fists at their side. Then let them go with a sigh. "I'll get it done." They murmured, refusing to make eye contact. They cringed when Lucas pinched their cheek, hard, tugging a bit with a grin.

"There you go," He hummed and pat their head, before shoving their shoulder back towards the door. "Get the hell out of my office before you stink it up anymore. And that file had better be on my desk in 30 minutes, or I'll fucking destroy you."

He sounded far too cheerful when he said that. But Alex nodded anyways, turning and silently leaving the room. They wanted to break down crying, desperately ignoring the eyes boring into them as they marched towards the stairwell. They wanted to cry, scream, punch a wall. They were angry at Claec for not being there to "protect them" like he had promised, angry at themself for not holding their ground, angry at Lucas for being so unfair.

They got to their cubicle all too soon, not even pausing as they saw the green-themed villain sitting in the extra chair at their desk. He turned and waved with a smile, though quickly stopped at Alex's expression.

"What happened?" He demanded, standing up and stepping in front of them, blocking off the chair.

"Move, I have work to do," Alex wanted to sound angry, but their voice was far too shaky. If anything it sounded like they were going to cry.

"No. No, what happened?" Claec grabbed onto their shoulders, rubbing gentle circles with his thumbs. Alex didn't feel that icy cold that they grew to accustom to Claec's abilities. Under any other circumstance, they would have appreciated the genuine support. At the moment, they were too wrapped in their own head to really even process it.

"You happened!" They whimpered, nearly choking on their words as tears dribbled down their cheeks. "You just had to threaten me and- and persuade me to leave, I thought he was going to beat me again, I thought-"

"Stay here," Claec suddenly pushed, though the motion was surprisingly gentle. Alex landed in their chair, eyes wide now as Claec stormed off.

"Wait. Wait, I-"

"It'll be fine!" Claec called, marching straight to the stairwell that Alex had come from.

Most of the eyes in the office were on him, watching until the door shut, before snapping back to Alex, still stunned and silently crying at their desk. They wanted to curl into a ball and die, holding their face in their hands and heaving shallow breaths in a desperate attempt to calm down.

Was he really going to kill Lucas? Beat him up? Use his powers to scare him? If he did that he would out himself, and then maybe kill them out of... something. They didn't even know what scenarios they were trying to conjure, but none of them were good.

Alex waited. Five minutes, then ten, constantly shooting glances at the door, but Claec didn't emerge. They also couldn't hear screaming or shouting or any sign that the two had gotten into a fight. Maybe it was alright? But what could they do about it anyways?

They gathered themself, grabbing the manila folder and flipping through. Just inputting numbers, nothing intense. Hopefully it would set them on the right page with Lucas to preserve their job and the integrity of their face, and it would keep them distracted while they waited for Claec to come back.

He was gone for nearly an hour, and in that time Alex was able to get the work done, as well as some other menial tasks they had been pushing aside. Claec caught their attention with a small tap on their shoulder, a grin plastered on his face.

"Handled," He plopped into the chair, resting his chin on his hand and eyeing the computer screen. "So, what are we doing?"

"What did you do?"

"Nothing, I'm waiting to shadow you more."

"What did you do?"

Claec heaved a sigh, turning to make eye contact with them. He dropped the smile, but still only looked annoyed. "You keep asking me that like you really want to know the answer. You wanna risk that guilt?"

Alex clenched their jaw, staring him down for a moment, before turning his attention to his computer. "Here's where we input reports."

The rest of the day went on slowly, and with little to no events. Claec seemed to put more effort into understanding the database, and took some work off of Alex's plate to do on his own. If Lucas came down from his office, Alex didn't notice and wasn't bothered by him, or anyone else for that matter. The curiosity of what had happened for that hour nagged at them, but if Claec really did do something horrible, they most definitely did not want to know.

"We should probably get you moved to your own desk," They eventually murmured, eyeing the floor for any open spots. It would be weird for them to share the same cubicle for more than a day or two.

"That sick of me already? Ouch," He clicked his tongue, drumming his fingers on the desk. Claec had taken to laying his head on the desk, somehow managing to keep watch over the screen and type almost effortlessly. "I'm comfortable here."

"Your comfort isn't exactly my concern," Alex heaved a sigh, leaning back in their chair. "Do you see anyone else here sharing a cubicle?"

"Maybe they just don't have what you and I do," Claec paused his typing for a moment, locking eyes with Alex and shooting a playful grin when their cheeks flushed. "You text that girl?"

They let out a breath, returning their gaze to the computer screen as they typed away at a report. "I did. We're meeting for coffee."

"When?"

"Later this week I think. Haven't settled on a day," They continued working, refusing to look at Claec, despite feeling his eyes bore into the side of their head. They didn't want to say exactly when it was happening, mostly out of fear of him showing up.

Thankfully, he dropped it, going back to his own work silently. And so the rest of the day progressed. They both wrapped up with the majority of work about an hour before the end of the day, resting into mindless chatter, just waiting until 5:30 so they could leave.

Come 5 o'clock, Alex looked up at a soft call of their name, stiffening at the sigh of Lucas. He stared off to the side, fidgeting with his hands behind his back, a very faint pink dusting lined his cheeks.

"You're fine, I just-" He looked down at Claec, his eyes snapping away almost instantly to settle on Alex. "Caleb explained what happened, and I wanted to... apologize for being so rash earlier. And harsh. You are-" Another pause, and his jaw stiffened. "You're a great worker, and a good person. Thank you for... being patient with me." He sounded almost like he was reading off of a poorly memorized script. "So, yeah. I'm sorry, and it won't happen again."

He stared for a moment, then almost immediately turned to walk away, not even acknowledging the shocked "Thank you!" that Alex managed to squeeze out, watching him go.

Claec nodded, seeming pleased. He didn't explain anything, just smiling at Alex and gathering his things.

"Curry?"

Chapter 10.5

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I know that the last two chapters have been relatively uneventful, and this one is sort of all over the place, but it's going somewhere, I promise! Thanks again for all of the support! If anyone has comments on the story or suggestions on anything else you'd like to see from me please let me know! <3

[drawingpad-studios]

It is finally time, after figuring things out and finishing up this first wave of art, it is finally time.

First wave of art that is currently available on my new Society6

Unfortunately, so far, I'm only allowed 10 artworks, thou in the future I am gonna buy at least the basic teir of Society9 so that can be raised to 100 so I can put more artworks up

Those that are specifically into my Fnaf SPR AU posters the ones you can currently get are Wiscara's, Tess Aract's, and Pink I's. More SPR fnaf au posters will be added in the future.

you can buy these along with art that is coming in future waves here(you might need to search "New" for some reason):

B the Anomaly's Store | Society6

I don't really know if I'll keep doing waves or I'll just drop a random artwork on my Society whenever I finish an artwork, but I know I will add more art on here in the future.

If you can, may you please reblog this so more people see this? It would be very appreciated.

[autumnmobile12]

Some things I keep in mind while writing Mai as a young adult (Because I'm realizing I rarely write Ghost Hunt in the canon timeline; it's always ten years later or so.):

Due to her retrocognitive dreams/visions, Mai has experienced extremely vivid recreations of the following:

She's had her throat slit. (Miyama Case)

She's been decapitated. (Yoshimi Case)

She's been thrown off a cliff. (Yoshimi Case)

She's been murdered by a home invader. (Akumu no Sumu Ie)

Ghost Hunt kinda contradicts itself by stating in Akumu no Sumu Ie that she hasn't had any of the violent dreams since Eugene was gone, implying he's the cause, but in the Yoshimi Case, he directly says he's not the cause of her dreams and only guides her. (And even if he was in full control of her visions, would he really be psychopathic enough to put another person through that?)

My point is, she's died four times in canon and that is only in her first year of ghost hunting. Not to mention everything else SPR has dealt with that revolves around the morbid theme of death. Ten years on...this is a psychological mess waiting to happen and, honestly, I'm here for it.

[shsunderland]

Hey! I heard the news about the game! I'm just here to say my thanks, because lord knows this community has been waiting for something new for years now. You tackling an entire game is admirable and I only wish the best of luck for you!

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Anyways, since you wanted plot holes, I'll drop some here for you:

● Dusekkar doesn't know Scriptliss is in his trash can.

● Antagon kinda caused a war and killed someone but only got a month's worth of community service. (I'd either lessen his crimes or actually make him face the consequences)

● While on that topic, how did Antagon even steal the plot book anyway?

● Plus, how did Antagon learn of Scriptliss? And why didn't he do anything with him when he released him in the first place?

● How did Scriptliss end up in the middle of a forest when he got released?

● Tucker doesn't have a reason for why he wants to infiltrate Rozanda's ship.

● Antagon has no established motivation. He also lacks consistency. (Naive enough to not realize he's harming people while simultaneously starting a war to "cut short the supply of able-bodied soldiers...")

● Antagmom doesn't know her son is a war criminal.

● Dusekkar wasn't there for Tess' death and got the news in a random shop. Not a plot hole, just something really weird.

● The inconsistencies of the people who know the sages. ----> Scriptliss knows Lanter is a sage but doesn't know that his best friend, Tess, is a sage. ----> Otempes spontaneously gained the knowledge that the third door shouldn't be opened, and he knows Tess?? ----> The dialogue is weird and made it seem like Dusekkar only knows Lanter is a sage and not the others. Personally, I'd just simplify it so that only the sages know other sages, and maybe Dusekkar knows them all. It makes no sense for Scriptliss to know the sage thing about Lanter after meeting him just once.

● Literally, what is Cogen. Mind reading how??

● The villain's motivation and them not questioning the fact they're working for a child.

● Aristris being down for killing Tretone and not facing jail time for it.

● Tretone died and they turned his dead body into a fucking Christmas tree lol

● Scriptliss performing in a concert shortly after Tess' death. Also... they invited the villains to play as well... They should all be in jail.

That's about all I can think of.

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Also, regarding your theory about Lanter. I think you're pretty spot on! But also, I'd like to think it was a culmination of things that ruined their relationship, maybe something as simple as them having different ideologies and that slowly growing into bigger and bigger disagreements. The dethroning of the old gods was probably the last straw.

I feel that Lanter's thing with Equinox needs a big of tweaking by the way. After all, Lanter denounced Equinox in the same sentence that he said he sided with him. So it would be odd that he'd hate Dusekkar because of Equinox even though he himself doesn't like Equinox either. Hope that makes sense!

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Make the game 2d. That's all I have to say regarding that.

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Sorry for the long message, it took me a bit to get this all down. I hope you have a nice time working on the game, I know these things can be difficult, especially with the source material being as convoluted as it is. Good luck! And stay strong, you have my blessing! 💪

Ohh mmyyyy godd tysm for this message actually Ive been having trouble getting all the plot holes together 🙏 i can’t promise that ill fill spr plot holes bc the game im planning on doing is before spr but ill try to do smth 🫡

Also yeah tackling an entire game is probably an insane idea for me but honestly as someone who has absolutely loved paper roblox ever since 2016 im a bit excited to actually start working on it.

It probably will take me a really long time too (i mean i am asking a family member who is skilled at using blender and roblox studio but still) but ty for the blessings and also the list of plot holes 🙏❤️

[keouil]

tell the wolves i'm home

gojo's never seen shoko's hands tremble. 1k. gojo/shoko. angst. also on ao3.

Nanami is inconsolable by the time Gojo gets back.

There is ringing in his ears, so loud and poignant and piercing; like someone tearing their heart out and carving its flesh from the bone, and it’s a voice he thinks sounds too much like Nanami that Gojo is afraid of confirming just yet. But above it all, the first thing he notices is the temperature in the room. It was colder than usual. The clinic often ran a few degrees lower than the rest of the compound, a way to keep samples fresh and tools sterile for as long as possible. This was never their preferred hangout spot for a reason. But even then it had never been so… chilling.

Gojo fights the nausea in his stomach and soldiers on.

He rounds a corner and finds his soul do a double take. The doors to the morgue were flung wide open, scraps of paper haphazardly thrown about and vials of medicine littered all around the floor. He hears the crunch of his boots against the glass and winces at the sound, so sharp against the usual tranquility of the place. Fragile everything was, even more so, Gojo thinks:

“Nanami?” 

Getou had him currently pinned down to the floor, his arms thrashing violently and shards of glass bruising his face. He had cuts everywhere and looked so ragged and out of it, so unlike the calm, collected Nanami they both teased and were proud of him for. His uniform was torn around the edges and blood was plastered all over his skin.

“Is he..” Gojo searches for the words. “I mean—”

“Let me go!” Nanami screeches suddenly, trying to leverage his weight and get out from under Getou’s hold. Any normal day, he probably would have given them both a run for their money; Getou was the more skilled at close combat, Gojo not half as bad. But disoriented and hysterical Nanami couldn’t even see past the river of hysteria streaming down his face, let alone aim his jabs right. “Let me fucking go!”

Gojo bristles, instinctively coming closer to help. But Getou shook his head so firmly, maybe even insistingly, and levelled him with a look that told enough. “I got this,” he hisses, adding lowly, “He’s just a little out of it now, but he’ll be okay. He didn’t—ah—take the news well.”

Gojo stops dead in his tracks. “What news?”

It’s then he hears another crash somewhere inside the morgue, the sound of glass breaking and tables being shoved around. After a while there was a voice that followed– so quiet they had to strain their ears to hear it–an almost undeniable mewl. Getou’s eyes immediately snap to the door, brows furrowing. It’s that look on his face, Gojo realizes, that clued him in on how grave the whole thing had gotten since he left. Getou was never easy to spook, but he looked like he was ready to bolt inside if it weren’t for Nanami’s violent thrashing and flailing that kept him at bay.

Getou glances at the door in concern. It could only be that one thing, then. “That’s—”

Gojo was already making his way inside. 

“I know,” he says, and then: “I’ll take care of it.”

-

Gojo's never seen Shoko's hands tremble.

Not when they were doing test experiments on his newly awakened six eyes and Getou accidentally nicked him a little too close for comfort, that Yaga all but told her the fate of Amaterasu Ōmikami rested on her healing abilities and to think twice about angering the entire Gojo clan if she wanted any future at all as a doctor. Shoko stayed her hand then. He’d also seen firsthand how different her cursed energy manifests on a healing level from his, the almost gentle nature of it; so at war with how he executes his own, so full of executions. 

For Shoko it’s a gentle little thing, the ghost of a touch on his temple or a light tap on his knuckles to unknot the pressure of holding up domains for hours on end. 

He’d seen how she was with other people too. 

How Getou could be the most sickly and pale they’d ever seen him from ingesting too many curses in one day, to suddenly springing back to life like an invigorated war hero the next day after just one session with her. Or Ijichi, so often plagued with a myriad of humanly diseases, slowly start to build his resilience and immune system after constant check-ups with her. 

Through it all Shoko had never once wavered.

But the hand holding Haibara’s was now shaking.

“Shoko?”

Gojo sees her flinch, and that’s how he knows it’s bad. This was someone who never batted an eye at the amount of bloodshed constantly delivered at her doorstep, didn’t look the least bit fazed at the horrific state of some curses she was tasked to embalm daily, who never so much as needed a moment to collect herself after spending hours upon hours knee-deep into the guts of curses let alone humans. Shoko had the strongest stomach out of all of them, but even stronger, Gojo thought: her heart.

But apparently not.

“Are you..” Gojo steps closer slowly. “Okay?”

“Fine,” came her clipped and rushed reply, the usual snark in her voice gone. It sounded heavier somehow, muffled and unclear and hesitant. He saw her eyes going a mile a minute, scanning every available inch of Haibara’s body and her hands glowing with cursed energy. “I just.. I can still try to—”

It’s then Gojo notices the other glaring thing in the clinic: the unnatural amount of reversed cursed energy. 

He had the most reserves of the entire batch, but even then he knew better to release so much of it all at once. Not like this. Not in a way that felt claustrophobic to breathe in, this congestion of so much raw power that just kept spiking erratically bouncing off the walls and igniting the room electric. There was an underbelly of desperation to the energy, an almost manic outpour of something that felt as heavy as it looked. And it was all coming from a single source: Shoko.

It dawns on him, then, that the tremor in her hands was from how much cursed energy she was spilling into Haibara. The overabundance of it, and the lack of a pliable vessel to take it in. Not anymore, Gojo notes darkly, noting the rigour mortis settling into the body.

“Shoko,” Gojo tries again, gentler this time, because with the way she was bottoming herself out it was hard to gauge how lucid she is. “Getou tells me you’ve been here for hours. Are you—Do you want to—”

“No.” 

This Shoko said in finality, and Gojo bristled at the familiarity; it was a tone she often took with them so regularly, that he half believed her to be sane just then. But her hands were still so openly shaking, and she was starting to lose parlour, and he gives it another half hour before her cursed energy reached critical levels of low. 

“I’m not done yet.”

Gojo tries again. “But he’s—”

“Don’t,” Shoko croaks out, and he’s definitely not imagining the falter in her voice then. She turns to look him in the eye for the first time, and Gojo braced himself, not expecting the glassy in her eyes or the barely restrained pleading in her voice. “Not you, too.”

Gojo could do nothing but hold her desperation, feel it strangle him from the inside, and wants to unslip himself from this skin because he recognizes that: the longing for something to be true. Hadn’t he been told, urgently and with no grace for any seventeen-year-old whatsoever, that choosing to take over the mission would probably mean not being there for Haibara’s last moments? And hadn’t Yaga fought tooth and nail for someone else to go instead of him, nearly yelling at the higher-ups to give the boy a fucking break his classmate is dying, and him ignoring everything regardless because one life spared couldn’t possibly justify the killing of a hundred more? 

He remembers the look of betrayal Shoko gave him just seconds before he was shoved into the car, at the same time Getou was pushing Haibara’s so obviously broken and bleeding body into her gurney and braving the initial shock with her until her medic instincts kicked in. There was no mistaking the thinly veiled resentment in her eyes.

Because Getou understood duty. 

But with Shoko there was a savior complex to it, having been told relentlessly that the lives of everyone in school depended solely on her capabilities as the only medic. It’s a heady thing to put on someone just learning to control it, and Gojo would know just intimately: the weight it holds.

And so:

“I’m sorry.”

Shoko looks at him for a few more moments, her eyes searching. She turns back and then says in a much quieter voice, “It’s not your fault.”

And so maybe Gojo has seen it all at this point and this is the one thing he gets to see first: Shoko so openly and unapologetically break character, and maybe it’s still taking him some time to wrap his head around how just one singular person could cause so much unravelling so easily, especially from someone he only ever associated with nerves of steel.

It’s a little heartbreaking, and maybe even a little too honest for what he’s used to. But when he remembers how Haibara always brought them back a souvenir from his missions, or how he always volunteered to take extra ones when he noticed them doing one too many, and how much unadulterated respect he gave them when they crossed paths at school: remembers, then, how unfair it is.

Gojo feels Getou hovering by the door, can already tell he’s going to be their voice of reason again in what was turning out to be the most fucked up thing they’d ever had to do. He probably would know how to handle this better and do the right thing, Gojo thought. But when he chances a look at Shoko and sees her sad eyes trailing over Haibara’s body and trying to commit everything to memory one last time, thinks maybe, just maybe; fuck the right thing. 

Gojo comes up beside her. He gently pries her hands away only to replace them with his own, reversed cursed energy already pouring out.

“Okay then,” he turns to look at her, patient. “Need my help?” 

[flower1622]

Vampire Lovers

Chapter 1

Conner was on the sofa of his apartment that Tim bought for him listening to music that was playing on TV while he was doing his College homework.

- Arg! I can't do this stupid thing! - Conner gets angry and throws his notebook away and stands up. Then he hears a knock on his balcony door. He sees a shadow of someone. He turns the TV off and opens the door.

- Tim? - Conner asks confused. He doesn't understand why Tim would come to his house in the middle of the night instead of doing his stuffs in Gotham.

- Hi, Kon!  - Tim says with a smile while still wearing his red robin costume.

- Hey! - Conner says and enters back inside his apartment. He notices that Tim didn't enter, so he turns to red robin with a confused expression.

- Can I come in? - Tim asks anxious. He gives Conner a puppy dog eye. He really wanted Conner to say yes.

- Do you need to ask to enter now? Tim, you bought this place for me! - Conner says a little frustrated. It was obvious Tim could enter. He was his best friend. So, Conner is still a little confused about Tim asking something like this.

- Please? - Tim begs Conner while both stare at each other for some time.

- Alright... - Conner says and sighs. Tim looks at him as if expecting the right answer. Conner rollys his eyes.

- Yes. You can come in! - Conner says. Tim smiles. Both understand that it's not needed to say thanks since Conner got what Tim meant by his smile already. So, Tim slowly enters in the apartment. 

- Wow! This places looks pretty clean and organized! - Tim comments while he looks around Conner's apartment.

- Ma always reminds me to clean my house. Sometimes, she visits me and helps too! - Conner says with adoration in his voice for his mother Martha Kent.

- Oh! - Tim says and continues looking around the place. He finds something on the floor and takes it.

- Studying? - Tim asks and shows the notebook to Conner.

- Yeah, you could say that! - Conner says embarassed and puts his hand behind his head. Tim gets a pen that was on the little table in front of the sofa. 

- Alright! - Tim says and sits on the sofa. Conner joins him and stares at Tim, who only raises his eyebrows at Conner.

- Do you my handwriting? - Conner asks and Tim only continues staring at him.

- Alright. Stupid question? - Conner asks and Tim only nods. They stay silent for some time while Tim writes on Conner's notebook.

- You can turn the TV on and continue listening to your music - Tim says while he continues writing. 

- Won't it bother you? - Conner asks. Tim only shakes his head. Conner nods his head and turns the TV on.

After a few minutes:

Conner was watching and vibing with the song while Tim was still writing.

- Finished - Tim says. Conner looks at him and takes his notebook to take a look at it.

- Thanks, man! - Conner says and gives a smile to Tim. 

- No problem - Tim says.

Conner stands up and goes to the mirror to take a look at his appeareance. He touches his hair a little bit.

- What are you doing? Are you going out tonight? - Tim asks curious.

- Yes! With a girl! -  Conner says while he looks himself in the mirror.

- Who is she? - Tim asks with a dark expression. As Conner was looking at the mirror, he didn't notice it.

- Her name is Sophie! She is my classmate from College. She is beautiful, smart and nice! - Conner says while daydreaming about Sophie. Suddenly, Conner feels someone behind him. He turns around and sees Tim in front of him.

- How did you...? - Conner asks confused while he looks between the sofa and Tim. He gets interrupted by his best friend.

 - I'm all those things and you never go out with me! - Tim says with a dark expression. Conner notices it and gets a little confused. He turns around to look at the mirror again.

- Look Tim, you are amazing and everything... - Conner says, but stops talking when he notices that Tim doesn't have any reflection in the mirror. He gets totally confused now. He turns to face his best friend.

- What...?  - Conner asks, but Tim sprays green kryptonite on his face, making him pass out on the floor. Tim looks at him.

- You are mine, Conner! I'll make sure you know that! - Tim says darkly while he looks at Conner passed out on the floor.

[moonshine-nightlight]

Being sick for the past week meant that I had nothing better to do today than lay in bed and refresh tumblr waiting for chapter 34, and seeing it at the very top of my dash was the highlight of my day! The wait was definitely worth it, my health for the duration notwithstanding lol

SPOILER WARNING FOR PAST CHAPTERS IDK HOW TO PUT READ MORES IN ASKS I'M SO SORRY

You made the right call taking the extra time to edit this doozy of a chapter—figuring out how to share Dale's exposition in a way that made sense and fit into the events of the story while maintaining tonal consistency must have been quite the process, between the restrictions of Sana's POV, regency genre conventions, and the story's (heh) natural climax being Dale's identity "reveal" followed by the wedding. I'm very curious if you currently have any ideas for how you're going to tackle this exposition in the novelization, or if you're inclined to handle it differently at all!

@weasellyferret

i hope you're feeling better! i'm so glad you enjoyed the new chapter!

i hav no idea if u can even put a read more in an ask anymore and i can't hide it now but my answer will be under the read more

thanks! i think some people really underestimate how helpful even self editing is to make things coherent, especially for a long chapter like this one that covered so much but also was literally just two ppl talking to each other (ppl lov to say they'll take any update, but lik, thats cuz they dont knooow lol and i dont just want it to b passable, i want it to b good).

with lore/backstory like this i also have to make sure it makes sense to readers who havent read any of it before nor know any of the even more info that I know because there's even more worldbuilding and dale backstory that wont end up in the story.

i'm glad u think i pulled it off to any degree because i was still pretty nervous when i was posting it that it did make sense, fit in the world, was followable, interesting but not just exposition monologue, etc

yeah, chapter 30 where they have the reveal convo is the primary climax of the story and that's also 'just talking' in a sense so its interesting to write this story in that sense lol

while i had the broad outline of the world and dale's backstory from the beginning (i did a little exercise where i sketched out a sort of Dale POV of chapter 6 to get into his mindset which was super helpful) as I wrote the story a lot more of that info became fully fleshed out/defined. so for the novelization, i'll probably try to work more of the info in earlier or have better allusions to it, which will make some of the info in chapter 34 more of a quick confirmation than the exposition itself

ie i might add a chapter with more detail on Sana researching with Dale's books that Bilmont smuggles and plant suspicions of what went wrong with the summoning; i might adjust the chapter after the attack to be more of a convo about the assassination that the grandparents interrupt where Sana can suspect more of Dale's past etc and generally spread out what i can so its more foreshadowed/natural - things like that

other aspects sort of have to be told to Sana because its POV limited, evn when it is updated to 3rd POV. i'll probably do a straight POV swap and minor edit ; then take a look at it as a whole, reassess things on my own, run those ideas by some writer friends/betas and get their thoughts, and finally my editors (who i used for DSM) are also very good with making sure worldbuilding fits in right and so their advice will be helpful - especially since they will only get the draft i giv them without knowing how it was and what changed etc

once chapter 35 is out (which i'm still writing because smut is a challenge to right and i write it more slowly than other things) i'll start slowly editing and passing along to betas the rest of the story (i've got thru chap 11 done and betas who only read those and who are chomping at the bit - u think u've had a long wait? lol) but it will be spring by the time i do any big edits/revisions and then i'll giv it to the editors, who i already lik, semi-lined up for that time period and idk how long they will take because its a long book and then i'll need to process their edits too so it'll be a lengthy process, but i hope everyone knows it will 100% b a novel and i hope they enjoy it!

now back to stabbing away at the smut writing ;)

[shadowphoenixrider]

Hello new followers who've started following me due to my Gambit brainrot! It's very nice to see you.

It's a little quiet here right now (and it has been for a while), but that's only because a lot of writing is occurring in the background after a period of a long drought. If you're looking for ship stuff then I'm afraid you'll have to look elsewhere for Rogue/Gambit - I'm passionately shipping myself with Gambit through a self-insert, sorry.

No hard feelings if you wanna bounce after reading that; I wish you the best and hope you find another blog that suits your tastes! If you wish to stay, great! I'm 30 years old, I've grown up past the 'i hate wooman character because they get in way of my ship >:(' mentality; there's plenty of the Cajun to go around for us all.

I try to tag things well enough, if you're on my blog site you can see the links to my old fandom stuff on the right if you want to browse my past. Generic tags'll be stuff like 'spr does x', mostly 'spr rambles' or suchlike.

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[raeseddon]

Ghost Hunt Project Update

So far I've summarized the main points I want to focus on for the first three books, as outlined here:

Book One:

Each novel builds on the social price of being a "weird" kid growing up in a collectivist society. We're first introduced to Mai, who's interested in weird things in a way that that doesn't push the boundaries of her society. When eerie things begin to happen in the old school, she sees first hand in her classmate who *does* push those boundaries what that social price is: gossip that will stay with her forever, and affect her life forever, as high school experiences are clung to, far, far into adulthood. High school is the last time kids are considered kids, free of the pressures of oncoming adulthood (which is bullshit, as seen by how gossiped about and isolated Mai's classmate becomes.

Book Two:

The second book hones in on how events that push the credulity of a collectivist society effect an individual family. Mai initially makes the same assumption about what happened in her first encounter with the supernatural at her school because it no longer pushes that incredulity as much as it did before she met Naru and the others. As with the family, she's hoping for an answer to what's happening that won't upset their place in the community. The most affected character in the book is far, far younger than Mai and the others, which ups the stakes of the events affecting her life from a much younger age. Mai also gets to know the other adults much better, and her powers begin to assert themselves, beginning her journey towards Otherness.

Book Three:

Back in a school setting, Mai once again finds herself facing directly the consequences of nonconformity, as a young adult, getting closer and closer to true adulthood-- a point in her life that she's expected to drop any "childish" belief. The hitch this time is that there's an adult in the mix who clearly struggles with surviving life as a weird adult, and takes that out on SPR's client, Kasai, a genuine psycho-kineticist. The adults in SPR are incredibly split on whether Kasai is the victim or the villain, which reveals much of the baggage they still hold from surviving being a weird kid and making it to adulthood. As Mai sees how seemingly easy it is for psychic ability to destroy a person and make them willing to destroy another's life, she hopes she *doesn't* have those powers-- but she does, and her journey to Otherness is now officially on its way.

This is it so far-- as I'm using the books only, there won't be anything on the Christmas episode or the ghost in the park episode. Forbidden Past-time will be the most meaty book as far as making my primary point that surviving being a weird kid is more worth it than anyone could ever imagines it would be-- especially when right before Mai's powers are confirmed, she sees one of the worst case scenarios for becoming not just a weird, but a creepy, bitter, manipulative adult.

Miss Ubusuna is such a skin-ceawlingly disgusting character, and to counterpoint her with Naru (and Gene, before he shuffled off the mortal coil) (who were kept near-entirely out of the public eye) and Mai, who's only just discovering that otherness and clearly fears it, was such a fantastic writing decision on Ono's part. Even before the readers know Naru's true identity, he sympathizes with Ubusuna to a surprising degree, though cannot justify her near-murder of her work colleagues and the unbearly cruel ways she screwed with Kasai's head.

Getting through Forbidden Past-time will take forever because with Yasu we finally get into queer otherness and Ono's most scathing indictment of the Japanese school system to date. What happens when someone doesn't survive being a weird kid? What happens when, unlike Ubsuna, they do take the step to end their life?

[lyraeon]

just had the weirdest "wait so what's the truth of what happened" date check happen on random childhood would-be-trauma-if-it-wasn't-funny memories

ok so a distinct memory I have is that my aunt let me watch The Matrix when I was about 12 and my folks found out and were pissed at us both because I was too young to be watching it supposedly. I still to this day have no clue what makes it R rated.

my folks' punishment for this for whatever reason was that I had to watch Saving Private Ryan with them. something about fantasy violence being bad and needing to know what the realities of war actually looked like. I'm sure the logic made sense to pa but we can't really ask him y'know?

except that I know I watched Matrix at my aunt's house on TV there, and thought I remembered seeing SPR in a theater. but SPR came out a year before Matrix, so it has no reason to have been in theaters when I had seen the Matrix.

...did they do like, a Christmas re-release of the movie or something?? that's the only thing I can think of.

I must be misremembering.

[elizaditton]

TSTBA And Life Update

Hey everyone, I thought I'd give an update on what's going on with me and on my progress with Too Small To Be Afraid. TL;DR at the bottom for those who just want the quick deets.

I've been struggling to work on the story since the start of the summer, mainly because I got a "real" job (as part of the IT department at a local high school). Despite the fact that it's only 17.5 hours a week (3.5 hours every weekday), it was a lot more than what I was used to (which was literally doing nothing except for volunteering at various places maybe one to three times a week), and it took me a really, really long time to adjust to that mentally. I would come home dead tired and just... not feel like writing. Or doing anything at all. Sometimes I'd come home at 3:00 pm and proceed to take The World's Longest Nap™ only to wake up when it was time to go to bed anyway. Part of this, I realize, is probably the result of an undiagnosed sleeping disorder of some kind (my psychiatrist says maybe sleep apnea) mixed with ADHD telling my brain to Not Work™. But yeah, this has been a major contributing factor in my lack of writing time recently. And on top of that, I got another job working for my church on Sundays as a Production Assistant, which has so far been awesome, but it means I'm also exhausted on weekends. Not only am I working 7 hours on Sunday (setup + rehearsal + service + do all that again for the second service), but I'm also waking up at 4:30 am now at the very latest on Sundays depending on what campus I'm working at. And on top of all that, I'm still working occasionally for my old boss one Saturday out of every month until he wants me to start coming in more frequently. So all in all, I'm pretty much working every day but Saturday, except for when I'm also working on Saturday. And I do enjoy working all of these jobs, it's just that I've been struggling to adjust to working so much and how to balance that with my hobbies and my home and family life. So there's been little time for writing these past few months.

The writing club I was a part of also lowkey disbanded as we haven't been meeting for several months. (Hi if any of you are reading this, I miss you guys lol.) Before we stopped meeting, I was pumping out a new chapter at least every two weeks, and it was amazing! I was part of a group that encouraged each other to write and on top of that even edited/critiqued each other's writing. I really do miss it. The group always got me so motivated to write during the week and to write during our meetings, and I haven't felt that same joy about writing since we stopped meeting. I'm thinking I'll start another writing group, either online or at my church. Leaning towards at my church since I need in-person contact with people, but idk hit me up if you're interested in an online writer's group??? Or being a beta reader???

Lastly, something that's actually related to the story itself. The plot. Hoooooooo boy the plot. The plot is... a thing that exists. There's things I want to tie into the story that I want to be a big deal, but I'm not sure if I introduced enough elements beforehand for things to make sense if I go the route I want? Then there's the fact that I look back at the first few chapters and sort of cringe, thinking of all the things I'd change if I would let myself have at it before the first draft is done. But yeah. Things are... going. I've been very, VERY slowly but surely working on fixing up things in my outline so I know where I'm going, but yeah, all the aforementioned has kinda made it hard to actually write.

So that's where I've been. So where do we go from here?

For one thing, I'm at least somewhat confident that chapter 18 WILL come out in the next few weeks, before the end of the month. It's going to be a long one, and I hope it's worth the wait.

I previously had a goal of finishing my first draft by the end of the year, but if I'm honest, I'm thinking I won't get there until at least the spring of 2025. And then, of course, after that comes editing, revising, rewriting, and so on. I'll likely be writing at least a second draft before I even think about printing.

But can you expect me to update more regularly from now on? To be honest, I have no idea. All I know is that this book is still my dream, and I haven't given up on it yet. As long as this fire continues to burn within me, I'm going to continue to write. As long as it takes. Until it's done. But maybe starting another writing club would help hold me accountable for regular updates, ha ha.

Thank you all for your unwavering support as I've gone through this journey. Whenever I see someone's been enjoying this story, it fills me with so much joy, you don't understand. I hold every little comment close to my heart.

Thanks for reading, and I hope to see you soon with an update to the story!

TL;DR: I suddenly acquired three jobs and am very tired all the time. This combined with no accountability after my writing club lowkey disbanded has made writing difficult. I'm still writing, slowly but surely. Expect a new (and long) chapter this month for sure. Hmu if interested in starting a writing club/being a beta reader btw

[journalsouppe]

My Breath of the Wild Spread!! Only one week until Tears of the Kingdom!! I had such a fun time playing it last year but I would change my rating on the game after playing more of the Zelda games and watching the Tears of the Kingdom trailers. It's a gorgeous game but it definitely lacks elements that Tears of the Kingdom promises to provide. It's still a great game nonetheless!

I'm currently playing through the DLCs and will post that spread later on! The official BOTW stickers can be found here on amazon and the dragon stickers were a limited run by KellCarr!

Writing typed below!

Rating: 9.7 Played: Spr 2022 Port: Switch + DLC

Comments:

Encountering the dragons is so beautiful

I beat all 120 shrines!

The architecture is so well thought out I hope to study it more

I hope to tame the Lord of the Mountain -> I did!

The paraglider is so fun :)

The music is so incredibly beautiful

Exploring the new land was a unique experience that I am excited for in TOTK/BOTW 2

I wish there were more varied enemies

FUCK the colosseum

Ganon was so hard, once again I wanted to cry (my friend told me it was so easy that she beat phase 1 without clothes and that messed me up so bad lol)

One of my favorite memories is encountering Kass for the first time outside of Zora's Domain

I can't believe the fairy clothes are TINGLE AHHHHH

I really love the new zora designs

I like how the gorons are genderless

I don't love Zelda's design because her hair is so solid. I love it when she cuts it [in TOTK]

<3 you Sidon

I hope he's in BOTW 2...

Summary:

An unbelievably beautiful game and story. I think it is a game that illustrates the weight of duty and the harm that can put one under. Both Link and Zelda faced different symptom of depression after Fate and the world dictated who they should be. I am so glad in the end Link and Zelda try to become their own people in these roles and rely on each other as friends. The exploration aspect was truly magical. The music, the art, the architecture, the memories, all of it cultivated in to such a special game and I am so excited for its sequel.

I also want to say I played this game when I was going through the some of the worst experiences I've ever had and the summary reflects that. To this day I still view this as a very tragic but hopeful game. I have very strong interpretations of this game that contrasts a lot with how others view the game as a result of what I went through, but I don't necessarily think that's a bad thing. I'm very grateful I decided to play Zelda when I did because it really helped me understand what I was going through and led me to start journaling. Although I still have opinions on how this game could've been better, I do appreciate what it's done for me. (And don't worry I'm doing a lot better now ^_^)

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Wreckless - Playing Games

*Warning Adult Content*

Emmett

I haven't been this relaxed in weeks.

Finnegan is inside on the couch watching more cartoons and I'm watching the stars come out while lying on a lounge chair on the deck.

The door is open so I can hear bits of his show but it's just background noise.

I'm only listening for him but he has popcorn so I doubt he'll need anything.

I have a beer, a really good one.

I don't usually drink really dark stuff but this is smooth.

The kitchen is stocked to the nines and Finnegann told me to use anything we wanted.

Fine with me.

"Emmett?"

I spoke or rather thought, too soon.

"Yes Finn?"

He pads out in just a pair of undies and looks down at me.

"I wanna play a game."

"A game?"

We don't have board games here like at the house, it's the only thing this suite doesn't have.

"What kind of game?"

"I wanna play with you."

Well there's no one else here so... oh.

Capital P.L.A.Y... play with me.

Those devilish eyes of his are twinkling and he's grinning like he just won something.

I'm more than up for it.

"With a toy. Can I... Emmett?"

I don't know what the rules are supposed to be but we've been telling ourselves all along that we could make up our own.

My only concern is he is in 'Little Head-space' but since he's the one offering, maybe it will be fine.

I'd like to know.

"Of course, darling. Should I come inside?"

He giggles.

"Yes and yes."

He's so funny.

As soon as I stand up he grabs my hand and tugs me through the living room and into the bedroom.

"You've got to be naked, Emmett."

He disappears into the bathroom and I wonder which toy he's getting but do as he asks and strip out of my shorts.

Then I don't know what to do.

Attempt to strike a sexy pose on the bed?

Stand here waiting?

Get under the covers?

Luckily he doesn't take long and when he returns he puts me on my back.

"I want to suck you."

That is a damn nice start and might be a really nice finish too, I have no idea what he's planning.

"You were such a good boy earlier that you earned it, 'Finn'. Go ahead."

My God he is good.

Yes, I love shoving my cock down his throat but this is quite possibly better.

The best thing is that I've cum recently... enough that I'm not at all worried about ruining this so I can relax.

He's still stroking me slowly but stops lapping at my balls and tilts his head towards me.

"Emmett?"

"Yeah?"

I miss his hand, that boy can stroke a cock with the best of them.

"Remember earlier? I wanna do that but backwards. Can I?"

We did a lot earlier and I'm not sure exactly what he means until I feel the tip of the vibrator at my hole.

"Felt so good and I wanna make you feel good. Please?"

I guess turn-about is fair play.

"Make sure you're not starting something you don't want to finish, 'Finn'."

"I'm not. I need you to fill me back up."

Well hell.

"Go ahead, Babe."

This one's nice.

It's not huge, just enough and shaped perfectly to hit my prostate. 

That's why I brought it although I didn't think it would be getting used on me. 

When he turns it on I suck in a deep breath.

"Good boy. Now get up here so I can fuck you."

He probably expects it rough but honestly I want this to last for about a month and since I came earlier I can probably manage fifteen minutes.

We end up on our sides, me the big spoon, my arm wrapped around his chest.

No, the leverage isn't great and I'm not as deep as I could be but he still feels amazing and I don't think I could take much more.

I kiss his shoulders, his neck, everything I can reach while I stroke his cock.

"So nice. You feel so good."

"You're right, I do. You're going to lay there and let me fuck you for as long as I want."

"Okay."

I never wanted to stop but there's only so much my body can take before it starts looking for a release.

Eventually I roll forward a bit and speed up but he makes a request.

"Wanna see you, please? Wanna see you when you release really hard."

Fine.

He goes on his back and I spread his legs and sink back into him.

Damn he feels good.

I manage a kiss but the pressure is insane and I have to straighten back up.

It feels like another ten minutes of bliss before my stomach starts to tighten and I know I'm getting close.

My hips speed up, they have a mind of their own and Finnegan knows me well because he starts stroking himself again.

"You make me crazy, babe. Be brave for me because I'm going to fuck you real hard."

"I'll be good for you. I want you to shoot really, really deep."

I close my eyes because I want to repeat those words in my head and I feel a sharp tug at my nipple.

God, that's going to do it.

I am a sucker for nipple play and he has apparently learned that lesson well.

He's moaning and I am fucking him into the mattress and when I explode it is intense and desperate and perfect.

He releases just a few seconds later, splattering his stomach as he cries out.

I handle the vibrator because I am way too sensitive and can't stand it, then pull out.

He's lying back with his eyes closed and a huge smile on his face.

I wipe two fingers through his cum and tap at his lips.

"Open up. I know that tummy wants some too."

He laps at my fingers like he's starving so I give him a bit more.

"So good, Emmett. I'm all full. Thank you."

"You're welcome, Darling. I like playing with you."

"Me too. I like playing with you but I'm tired, now. I want to go to sleep, soon." 

I can't blame him, it's been a long day. 

Great but long. 

There's always tomorrow and we should have time to do something before we leave. 

Maybe a nice breakfast  at one of the little cafes and a walk on the beach in the morning is in order. 

That is if either of us can walk tomorrow.