#nyxi on writing

[nyxi-pixie]

thinking about fanfiction as a unique genre again, and the difference in skill between fic and original work is much like the difference between basing a work in a real world time period vs worldbuilding your whole setting yourself . the skills are impressive in both but they are Different and if you treat them the same way you may very well end up with an interesting story but it will lead to unsatisfying results For Your Intention.

[nyxiswrites1200]

𝓥𝓪𝓵𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓮'𝓼 𝓒𝓸𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 💌

Toji Fushiguro x Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFT, MDNI, Cheating (remember cheating isn't cool guys <3), Drinking, Size kink, P in V, Nipple Play

Mentions: Lingerie, Failing marriage

An: Hey babes <3 welcome to the Valentine's collection. I'll be posting a series of spicy and romantic fics this week. I intend to make this a tradition of doing different characters each year.

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You couldn't believe this! It was Valentine's day and your husband hasn't acknowledged it. He kissed you this morning before he left for work and that was it.

There's no way he forgot because you said it just yesterday, even agreed on plans. But, here it is, almost 7pm and he was still at work according to his text. You couldn't help but sigh as you sat alone in the apartment.

You can't say you didn't see this coming, your relationship has been a little rough. Mostly due to his absence but that's besides the point.

You brush down your carefully picked outfit you'd put on. Feels like it's going to waste now. You get up and step outside of your apartment, maybe you would just go do something on your own. Just for the sake of getting fresh air is what you tell yourself.

Then a stroke of luck, your apartment neighbor walks back from checking his mail. Toji and you were friendly. He was a single man and nice enough, plus you appreciated his honesty sometimes. He also likes the way you make cookies and jello shots, neither your husband appreciated.

"That color looks good on you" Toji chimes in as he notices you, that cocky smirk on his lips. You can't help but smile a little "Well, thanks Toji. I'm glad someone can appreciate it." You scoff, yeah, maybe you were a little bitter.

"Oh? Is he not home yet?" He asks, in reference to your husband "Oh it's worse! He's not here and he's barely acknowledged me all day. Would it kill him to at least send flowers or something?" You pout as you brush a hand over your hair.

Toji scoffed "What a piece of work" he smirks as he looks at you "Why don't you come in for a drink? I'd hate to let such a pretty thing waste away all night on a man who can't appreciate it" he suggested, and you were more than happy to oblige.

Toji let you in, his apartment was cleaner than you thought. He fixed you both a shot while giving you something to chase it with.

You sigh as you down the shot and sip on your chaser to soothe the burn.

Toji downs his shot with ease as he looks over at you "Oh come on, princess. Don't be down...you get to spend the evening with me" he smirks and you can't help but chuckle at how cocky he is. Although, he has every right to be.

Toji is huge, he's tall with muscles for days. He has a dominating aura, he was overwhelming. You liked it, maybe a little more than you should for someone who's married.

You haven't bothered to check your phone. Toji had you laughing, drinking, and forgetting about the shitty day you were having. His hand on your thigh as he rubbed it with his thumb. The simple action had you feeling a pulse in your panties.

"You know, I don't know why you don't have a date tonight" you chuckle "Oh? You think I'm that charming?" He teases "If not charming, then at least a girl would come home to get some action" you add softly.

Toji can't help but let out a deep chuckle "That's fair, princess. But I can't see why your loser husband would miss out on you".

"Why? Would you do different?" You smile as you lean in a bit closer to him. It was probably the alcohol making you this confident.

Toji smirked as he moved his hand to wrap around your waist. "Of course I would, princess. I wouldn't miss the chance to spend time with you...to kiss those pretty lips of yours...to push those pretty lacy panties aside" he says in a low tone, one that has you pressing your thighs together.

"Yeah?..." You respond breathlessly.

"I'm not gonna touch you, princess. I don't want you to hate me" he chuckles "I could never" you lean in close. "Are you drunk?" He asks "No, I promise" you say sternly.

Toji carefully cups your cheek with his strong and large hands. "Please, Toji..." You beg softly, looking up at him.

Toji groans "You're gonna get me in so much trouble, princess".

Toji leans in and kisses you gently, you don't hesitate to kiss him back. He moves his hands to your waist, his big hands practically covering your hips. You tangle your hands into his hair as you swipe your tongue along his bottom lip. Toji doesn't hesitate to let your tongue inside, he tastes the alcohol on your tongue and it's addicting.

He picks you up and pulls you into his lap, trying not to break the kiss. He sets you down, right against his cock. You moan into his mouth as you feel his cock press against you through your clothes.

Toji pulls away from the kiss, saliva connecting your lips.

"You're so pretty..." he rasps as his hands slide up under your shirt. You arch into his chest at the feeling of his hands on your skin.

"Thank you, Toji" you speak softly as you feel his hands undo your bra. "Of course, princess." He tossed your bra to the side as his hands cup your breasts, fondling them, and teasing your nipples.

"Mm- Toji~" you moan as he fondles you. "You've got such nice tits, princess. Your nipples get hard so easy...or is that because it's just me?" He teased with a small chuckle.

"Yeah, it feels so good" you moan as you begin to grind your hips into his hard cock. Between the bit of alcohol and lustful haze, you weren't really sure your words made any sense. You just know you wanted Toji to keep touching you.

Toji didn't waste much time, the next moments almost felt like a blur to you. His hands are prying off your clothing as you do the same to him. He lets out unrestrained moans and groans as he stuffs you full of his cock.

"Tojiii~ So...fuckin big" you moan as you're scratching into his back. He grunts in response "You feel so good, princess. You're man is really missing out..." He chuckles breathlessly "I'm so glad that the pretty lingerie you bought didn't go to waste~" he rasps, not missing the lacy set you were wearing when he tugged off your clothes.

It doesn't take long before Toji has you toppling over the edge. His hands leaving marks on your hips as he let you cum all over his cock. Sinful moans and lewd noises filling the room.

As much as he wanted to fill you up, leave his cum dripping out of you when you left to go back to your husband, he settled for pulling out and cumming on your stomach. You whine, you almost sounded disappointed.

Toji chuckled as he leaned in and kissed you "What is it, princess?". You kiss him back but slowly pull away as you look up at him. "You could have finished inside...I'm on the pill" you say softly "Well, I didn't know you wanted to prove such a point to your shitty husband" he chuckled.

You flipped yourself over on the couch, your tits pressing into the sofa with your ass up and soaked pussy on display. "You wanna do it again?" You ask sweetly, looking back at Toji. Toji groaned as he felt his cock immediately get hard again. "You're such a dirty little princess, aren't you?" He smirked.

His hand came up and rubbed along your folds before lightly slapping your pussy. You let out a whiny moan in response.

Toji doesn't hesitate to stuff you full of him again. His cock always hits the deepest and most sensitive parts of you, the ones that have you pulsing around his cock within minutes.

He holds your hands behind your back, his figure easily towering over you. It only takes one of his hands to keep both of yours pinned behind you. You can't help but moan out for him into the apartment, absolutely sure someone must hear this.

"You're so pretty like this...bent over, taking my cock, drooling into the cushions. Nobody has ever fucked you this good, hm?" He teased as he lightly slapped your ass, earning him another needy moan.

"No no, nobody has ever fucked me so good~" you stutter out as you press your hips back into Toji when he slaps your ass.

"Awe, poor thing. Don't worry, you can always come over when you need it" he says lowly, his voice having you tightening around his cock.

"Toji- I'm close" you whine out as you grind back into him. Toji moves his hands so they're both firmly holding your hips. He starts thrusting more roughly into you, pounding against your poor cervix.

The action leaving you a moaning and whiny mess beneath him as you babbled his name into the cushions. Then you practically screamed as you came- no, squirted on his cock. Toji relished the sight of you as he thrust into you a few more times before pressing right against your sweet spot and cumming inside you.

After a few beats, Toji slowly pulls out of you. He flips you over, dragging you into his chest as both of you try to catch your breath.

"Do you wanna take a shower?" He asks softly as he reaches over and cups your cheek, his thumb brushing over your cheekbone. "The night is still kind of young, we could get some shitty takeout and have a few more drinks..." He rasps and you can't help but blush a little. "I'd like that..." You smile in return...

The following morning, you return to your apartment with little guilt or shame, considering the fact your husband didn't text you all night.

Maybe you should be looking into divorce papers, Toji seemed like he never wanted you to leave. Maybe he'd welcome you into moving in?

[acourtofladydeath]

"Take These Broken Wings" Chapter 6

Hello loves! This update has been a LONG time coming, so let's start with recap of Chapter 5, "You Were Only Waiting".

Nesta had a #moment in the bathroom, the past few days too much for her to handle without her old vices. After being found by Feyre, the Valkyries helped Nesta start to address the mess of feelings she's had since Cassian's attempt and the reveal of her new bond to Azriel. Cassian and Azriel had it out, discussing what Cassian did, why, and how their history may have been a factor. Rhysand drops by his brothers’ to be supportive, only to get told off and go on a journey of his own. At the end of the chapter, Nesta is being cared for by her friends, Az and Cass are sleeping peacefully, and Rhysand has faced some demons. And that's what you missed on glee TTBW.

In Chapter 6, our trio reunites, Cassian faces a broken promise, and everyone begins to heal. Alternate title: "The One Where Everyone Gets A Mom".

Feel free to reread the fic from the beginning, read a snippet below, or start the new chapter on AO3!

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The first thing Nesta thought when she woke up was that she felt warm - not just physically but emotionally. Nestled between her friends, she knew she was safe there. Soft light shone through the gauzy curtains, and as Nesta looked toward the rays, the House drew them back a little further.  The sun added to the contented haze Nesta found herself in for a moment longer. She breathed deeply, inhaling the scent of her friends and the chocolate croissants the House had conjured. This was what it felt like to be whole, she thought.  But she wasn’t whole, not yet. The bonds in her chest were stirring, twined together as if they embraced each other. Nesta yearned to tug on the strands, pulling the males toward her, especially the new shadowy tethers tenuously strung between herself and Azriel. Broken hearts, the both of them. She’d begun to heal with Cassian; could Azriel learn the same?  That thought sent her reeling out of the calm morning’s embrace. Cassian had been healing her, but she hadn’t considered his pain. Self-loathing crept in, an old friend she knew well, threatening to overwhelm her senses as it closed in around her.  With her breaths coming shorter and faster, Nesta carefully climbed out of bed. The panic that had been her constant companion for so long returned, beat by beat, louder and louder as she walked through the House. She followed the bonds pulling tight within her constricting chest; her eyes closed tight against the swarming darkness that threatened to overwhelm her.  She’d been calm, but how long had she had peace when Cassian had not? Had she been so blind to his trauma? Or was she not as healed as she’d allowed herself to believe? Possible answers swarmed her mind, but she dug deep, feeling the cool stone beneath her bare feet. The sensation helped still her mind long enough to focus on her goal and Nesta focused on the anchors in her chest. She traced the back to the source, thankful they pulled in the same direction, and began to walk.

Read the rest of the chapter here on AO3!

Thank you to @chunkypossum, @queercontrarian, and @pippsmcgee for helping beta and develop this chapter!

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[nyxelestia]

I finally wrote for the first time in months and instead of any of my WIPs…:

Shyu groaned when his old knees slammed onto the deck of Commander Zhao’s ship, but neither Prince Zuko nor Sokka made a sound when the same happened to them.

“Unhand me!” Prince Zuko shouted from Shyu’s right. The teenage prince tried to puff up his chest, but ended up coughing instead; no doubt his lungs were still full of the volcanic ash from the ruins of Roku’s temple. On Shyu’s left, the other boy looked around as soon as the soldier behind him released that water tribe version of a phoenix tail. Sokka’s sharp gaze combed over the deck with a level of scrutiny that Shyu would have been surprised to see if not for the circumstances of their first meeting.

No matter how young this boy was, he was still older than the avatar.

“Or what?” Commander Zhao answered Prince Zuko’s empty demand with a cocky raised eyebrow. “You’ll tell your father about being arrested in fire nation waters, and violating the terms of your banishment?”

That made Sokka’s eyes widened and his head whip around in surprised. Despite the shock written so clearly on his face, he still didn’t say a word.

“What difference does it make if you’re planning on tell him, anyway?” Prince Zuko snarled. Despite his best attempt at bravado, Shyu could read the fear on his face — which meant Commander Zhao could, too.

“Well, I haven’t decided, yet, whether or not I will,” Commander Zhao crooned. “Depending on how much information about the Avatar you have that I can’t extract from the little savage…” The slimy smile he briefly shot towards Sokka sent shivers down Shyu’s spine. “…perhaps you and I can come to an arrangement.”

“Never!” Prince Zuko shouted, trying and failing to yank on the shackles holding his wrists behind his back.

“Ditto,” Sokka quipped…then grimaced. “Much as I hate to be ditto-ing Prince Angry Pants.”

Shyu wanted to swallow his tongue at the blatant antagonism of their captor, but thankfully the commander just rolled his eyes at the youth.

[a-v-j]

“Hey bud.. you good?”

Lmao, this is a nyxyverse rp-turned-drabble(?) me and @nyxus-nyx did as a finishing to averse's yanderefever. take note, im too lazy to actually polish it but do enjoy reading lol. its worth it i promise. This was right after @canned-ghost shot averse and everyone thought he's dead lmao

Enjoy!

Averse's final wave of fever kick in, he's really not feeling well, he's sluggish, shivering and really tired now from the asks. He just goes to lay down in wherever not caring it's stone cold.

Nyxy appears and spots Averse, he frowns and slowly walks to Averse. “Hey bud.. you good?”

Averse does not respond, he's feeling like shit and he's almost visibly shivering, he started murmuring, possibly a snarky quip but he's failing. He doesn't even bother to open his sockets, they feel too heavy but he's not asleep yet, he's just there laying on a stone cold bench thing, laying curled into himself.

Nyxy slowly walked up to Averses spot and sits down.

“Not havin a good day either, huh?”

He pats Averses shoulder. Giving it soft rubs.

“Damn your burnin up..”

Averse started murmuring again, trying his might to reply back. He manages to groan out "...cuz m'hot.." his voice hoarse and weak, he appears to chuckle on his own comeback but they all come in shaky puffs. He's shivering still, trying to curl in more to get warm.

Nyxy sighs and picks up Averse, he holds Averse in his arms and just holds em.

“True that.”

He chuckled looking down at Averse.

Averse tries to squeeze his eyes shut tighter, trying to block off the bright lights. His face was flushing and even his breath feels hot, but damn, it felt like Antarctica for him. So goddamn cold. He's silently thankful to be in Nyxy's embrace, it felt warm, gosh he needed that. He can feel himself slowly dozing to sleep, he's really tired. Never once he felt this tired before, he tried to turn and that's when he finally felt his body ached like hell. He groans as he tries to turn and snuggle closer to nyxy's warm body. His face his basically pressed against nyxy's chest. Averse made a very pathetic attempt of a chuckle as he hoarsely managed to groan. "mmm...tiddies.." his expression slowly turn to content.

Nyxy blinks but them laughs as they help him shit over, they hold hjm closer and chuckle. They hadnt seen him like this before. Its worrying. Hes overheating and could lead to heat stroke. So Nyxy lifts their hand on Averses head and uses a healing/soothing magic.

“Hm..”

Averse's expression soften, he felt a little bit better but he's still sweating like hell but shivering still. He tried to crack one eye socket open to take a look at nyxy...to say "thank you" perhaps.

He doesn't look like the menacing playboy asshole facade he always put on, he appears to be more...soft.. vulnerable...more "auto" like he originally is.

"..hey...."he croaked softly, he appears to try to tell nyxy something, prompting the other to lean closer to hear him better.

His hand went around to the back of nyxy's neck and pulled him closer, directing both of their faces to connect in a kiss!

Averse's softly pulls away, locking his half lidded eyes to nyxy's, there's nothing but soft tender emotions behind those sockets, nothing of the usual perverted looks he usually shoots at nyxy when he flirts.

"..call joe for me..." He lastly whispered as his body relaxes, head leaning snuggled against nyxy's chest and Averse slowly drifts to unconsciousness.

Nyxy stared in shock and flusteredness. Their face grew red. But they shake their head and glared at him playfully at his words.

“Whos Joe?”

He leaned down a bit more to hear, moving his hair so it wasnt in Averses face.

A small tired smile made it's way on averse's face, it's not out of sheer jerkiness but of playful nature. He sleepily mumbled,

 "...joe..mama.."

And with that, he then started snoring softly. He's asleep.

A digital holographic timer bar appeared above his head, showing the exact time he'll be sleeping. It tick down to "2 days and 58 minutes and 42 seconds remaining"

Averse went on shut down

The timer went away and all is left is a sleeping averse in Nyxy's arms

He won't be waking up anytime soon it appears…

They chuckled and stand up, the walk as they carry the limp skeleton. They go into a portsl and appear in Nyxy’s house. “Hope this’ll be to your liking..”

Nyxy lays Averse in their bed and pulls tje comforter on him. They smile and sit in a chair at the beds side.

“idiot..”

Skipped to 2 days after

The timer ticks down to 3...2...1

Averse open his sockets, his eyelight followed afterwards. It felt like he had slept for YEARS. He quickly squinted and felt his surroundings and realizes, he's on something...soft?

He felt more and came to the conclusion that he's on a bed.

A rushed memory flashed before his eyes and in mild panic, he scurries hurriedly to get up, leading himself to fall off the bed with a loud thud

"OW, fuck!"

Nyxy jumps awake as they notice hes awake. They quickly help him up. “You good bud? You cant just do that-“

They looked at him for any injuries.

Averse rubs his head and soon took notice of Nyxy infront of him. He stares at him, then back to the bed, then back to Nyxy

"..."

"DID WE FUCK?"

They turn red and shakes their head. “No idiot. You passed out for two days.!”

They let him go as they cross their arms looking away. And turning more red from the memory of the kiss.

“Dumbass..”

Averse took a couple of blinks

"..."

"Oh, right, i cant fuck" He chuckled as stood up, mentally slapping his forehead at the mere thought that he and nyxy couldve done something he's impossible to do.

He stretches.

"Man, im hungry. Wanna go out for some breakfast burritos?"

They smile and nod. “Been wantin them for days.”

They chuckle as they tie their hair up for a moment. They dont like going to public restaurants and gettin his hair messy. “Also, do you remember anythin?”

Averse stopped right at his tracks, he turned his head to face Nyxy

"Pffft... it was all pink and cloudy, it's vomit-inducing"

"Hehe! Just fucking with ya. I dont remember much"

He lied

"Taking a bullet to the head fucks with memories as they say"

He waved off, rubbing his forehead.

They shrug and open a portal by tearing open his wall with his claws amd turned to Averse.

“Faster way. After you.” They grin as they shake their claws a bit.

Averse pretends to swoon as he made his way to the portal "aww, such a gentleman. Im touched. Hehe"

"C'mon, ya dork"

Inviting nyxy over as they both go through the portal to finally get those breakfast burritos they should've shared two days ago.

The end :D

[evermorethecrow]

pspsps writer asks number 11 and 12

AHAHA

Well a WIP I'd like to finish is definitely all of yuuko au... To be more specific I want to finish my WIP with chuuya and his buddy on his 13th birthday cause it's very important

A trope I'm into permanently is hurt comfort and one I'm into right now is fantasy bullshit as a metaphor for real life event

[happi-tree]

swiftli :]

SJDBGJSBGJDVGJVS hi Kai :]]] You already know. You already KNOW how obsessed i am w these guys 🧡🧡🧡

Ship It (!!!!!!!!) / Don't Ship It

What made you ship it?

Points through the screen. @kaseyskat YOU. YOU DID THIS TO ME. In all seriousness, though, when I was listening to the first episodes of s2 A YEAR AGO (wtf), Nyx pushed the Swiftli propaganda at me alongside the Oakworthies (they even came up w the Swiftli ship name! In our discord dms! WILD). They also mentioned that they expected Lincoln/Taylor to be much more popular based on their canon dynamics, but it only had one fic to its name at the time on ao3. And I was just like. Huh. I wouldn't have thought abt them together, but only having one fic of them is criminal,,, guess I'll write sth just to see if I can understand them more,,, and that wound up being my first dndads piece! And now. A year later. I'm. This. 🤡🤡🤡

What are your favorite things about the ship?

I am OBSESSED with their dynamic. Forever. I'm a huge sucker for the friends-to-lovers trope but Swiftli in particular also just feels. Dialed up to eleven bc both of these guys are so New to the concept of having Close Best Friends (since Lincoln spent most of his life homeschooled and Taylor, while "popular", didn't really appear to have many true friends before s2). That aspect combined with the sheer levels of devotion they have for each other (episodes 9 and 10 are stuck in my brain forever) and the general homoerotic bullshit that has happened with them makes for a pretty compelling pairing imo!!!

Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?

I don't think this is particularly unpopular but. I absolutely ADORE qpr-flavored Swiftli! As much as I like to picture mushy little romantic scenarios for them, I also happen to be an aroallo Taylor truther and an asexual Lincoln truther (whether or not he's also aromantic depends on the day for me personally). I just think that these two lend themselves to being qpps really well - having a relationship that kinda defies the both the typical friends and boyfriends boundaries feels very in-character for them imo!!!

[nyxelestia]

There's an editing app called HemmingwayApp, and it uses different colors to highlight things like run-on sentences, qualifiers, adverbs, passive voice, etc. I've seen a very interesting divide in writing communities between people who view it as a nice tool and people who hate it for ruining their writing. The latter used to confuse me until I realized the latter group thought the way you use this app is by editing EVERYTHING the app highlighted. In their minds, the "goal" was to get rid of all the highlights. Since then, I've lost track of the number of people baffled when I said that's not the goal, and indeed you'll often leave many or even most of the 'errors' in. The point of the app wasn't "if it highlights a trait, that means it's wrong and you have to fix it"; the point was "the things it highlights are writing common weaknesses that are hard to spot, to enable you to decide for yourself whether you want to write it that way or not." Computers are really good at identifying, but not so good at deciding. Most AI problems boil down to people trying to use an identification tool to make decisions for them.

Okay. It's time for an AI rant.

My nephew is 13 years old. Whenever he writes a paper for school, I check it over and fix all of his mistakes for him. He said to me, "Maybe I'll proofread your paper for you in exchange," meaning one of the scholarly articles I write for work. I said, "Cool," and gave him the file. And he said, "Well, this is full of errors! See, you always say you have a lot to correct on my stuff, and look at all the stuff you got wrong!" And I said, surprised, "What? Where?" Because I'm sure there are typos in the draft I sent him, but not, like, that many.

And then he pointed to the screen and said, "Look at all the blue and red lines you have."

And I said, "Yeah, but those are wrong. Like, those are blue and red lines I'm ignoring because the computer is wrong." And then I paused and added, "You know you can't proofread a paper by just looking at the red and blue lines, right?" And he gave me the blankest look, because that clearly is EXACTLY what he thinks. And it became even clearer suddenly why, whenever I correct something on his paper, his immediate reaction is, "It didn't have a blue or red line."

There's a very good reason for that: THAT'S BECAUSE THE COMPUTER ISN'T SMART ENOUGH TO KNOW THAT IT WAS WRONG.

I am so tired of being sold the idea that computers are better than humans and so we should just outsource everything to them, which is clearly the lesson my nephew is absorbing in U.S. middle school. COMPUTERS ARE NOT BETTER THAN HUMANS. Like, maybe they are better at humans at crawling through rubble to find people trapped inside. They are also better at preserving things in a searchable format. Things like that. Very limited circumstances.

I don't want to sound alarmist but everything I hear about people using generative AI freaks me out. It's not just that I'm freaked out by people being like, "I use it to write novels!" (Although I don't see how they do, I have tried to have it write fiction for me and the output was truly terrible.) But I recognize my bias around creative writing and so no one needs to credit my views on artificial writing. But! Other things are alarming, too! "I use it to brainstorm x, y, or z." But...why? Why not just...use your own brain...to...brain...storm? The computer doesn't even have a brain to brainstorm with! And you might be like, "But it comes up with things that my brain would never think of!" So would other people! You could also brainstorm with other people! Or even through Google to see what other people have thought before you (not AI). Please don't belittle the wonder of thinking.

I just feel like the marketing around generative AI boils down to "Wouldn't it be easier not to use your own brain to think about things?" Everyone. No. It would not be. Please just trust me on this. I'm not just an old person who is out of touch with technology or something. I promise. USE YOUR BRAINS. IT WILL BE OKAY.

[nyxi-pixie]

hoW DO YOU EVER FINISH WRITING WIPS </3

LMAOOO i actually have a Horrible number of unfinished wips but i can yap abt some things that have helped me before☝️

have motivation but getting stuck writing: work on it out of order, write whatever part you want to whenever, think through character analysis, note down out of context dialogue lines, if youre having trouble with dialogue dw bc fic comes with an inbuilt crutch🤩 - just rewatch/reread canon material to refresh the Character Voice, then go insane🤩 a lot of writing is just reading other stuff And Engaging With It. canon, other fic, published authors, your own previous stuff, random essay posts about The Themes That Haunt You. pulling from fic engagement is rlly easy bc its so direct. i sit in a comment box or author dms picking out what i like in the writing and it helps w figuring out how to apply that to my own stuff, esp if stuck on technical aspects.

not stuck but dont have motivation: fic is a very community driven kind of writing! it helps to have someone excited in ur story while ur writing it, hence why its easier to finish multichaps once u start posting bc then commenters keep the story fresh in your mind by discussing it. And Prior to posting, or if its a oneshot or just smthn u want to finish w/o posting, u gotta find someone (esp someone w similar writing style/aim) to torment with Exclusive Early Access plot details💖 i would never have finished tuc if i wasnt doing that😭

id say just have fun with it but i have never finished anything by just having fun. torment yourself! effective but not recommended! will make you randomly want to delete everything 3x a week! my other method not involving the punitive pursuit of perfection is inspired by Literary Greats: alcohol.

[nyxiswrites1200]

𝓥𝓪𝓵𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓮'𝓼 𝓒𝓸𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 💌

Leon Kennedy x Reader

Warnings: NSFT, MDNI, Oral sex, Female parts, Committed Relationship, Fluff & Smut, Domestic life

Mentions: Baking with Leon

An: Omg I hope y'all like this. Sorry it's been so long :( I've got more stuff coming, I swear.

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Doing anything domestic with Leon was always a fun experience. He wasn't used to the simplicity of life. He was so used to the stress and weight of being a soldier. So, when he gets to be at home with you it's a huge relief. He gets to feel safe and simple.

You can't help but laugh a little at watching Leon try to crack an egg. It's the third time he's done it too rough, the first time it was too gentle.

"Lee, do you want me to show you?" you inquire and he sighs in defeat "I can kill things six times my size but can't bake cookies" he leans against the counter, you swear he's almost pouting.

"Awe, it's okay" you reassure as you lean in to kiss his cheek. Leon gives you a half smile as he stands behind you, watching you crack the egg with ease. You finish adding all the ingredients to the bowl and then hand the spoon to Leon.

"Now, you can truly put those huge biceps to work and stir that for me" you tease with a chuckle as you walk over to the oven. Leon smirks as he more than happily stirs up the cookie mix for you. You know he's just more than happy to help you.

You grab a pan from the cabinet before walking back over and setting it down on the counter. You place some parchment paper down and signal for Leon to give you the bowl.

"Okay, so now we have to separate the dough into little balls so it can bake." You explain to Leon as he nods in response. He watches you do it and then attempts it himself. You smile as he does it with ease just like you. "That's good! Good job" you praised as you smiled. Leon seemed proud of himself, another thing you noticed about him. He loved when you praised him, even if he didn't actually say it.

Leon was a huge puppy. The poor man had been through so much and yet he found his safe place in you. Allowing himself to let than inner sweet rookie type he was when he was in his early twenties.

You slip the pan into the oven and groan as you look at the dishes in the sink. Leon chuckled as he hugged you from behind "I'll do them, don't worry about it baby" he kissed along the back of your neck.

"Leeee~ Stop" you tease with a chuckle as you lean back into his chest. "Maybe we should spend this time doing something else with each other." He teased as his hands came to rest on your hips.

You felt yourself grow excited at the idea he was proposing.

Leon wasted no time, he propped you up on the counter. In a fit of love sick chuckles and kisses he tugged off your panties. He didn't hesitate to press his tongue against your folds, his nose bumping into your clit.

"I have my favorite sweet treat right here" he teased and you smiled as you tug at his hair "Shut up" you chuckle playfully.

Leon smirks as he sucks at your clit, drawing a moan from you.

His masculine and strong hands gripping at your thighs as his tongue works on your needy pussy. He moans into you, sending a sinfully sweet feeling through you.

Your hand tugs at his hair as you keep a firm grip on him, just how he likes it. "Leon~" you moan out into the kitchen as he slips his tongue past your folds and laps at you.

Between his skilled tongue and when he'd peer up at you with those pretty blue eyes, it had you toppling over the edge within minutes.

Leon didn't hesitate to lick up any of your cum as he pulled away with a content smirk. You pant as you watch him fix your panties for you and lean in to kiss you on the cheek.

"Guess I'll clean the countertops too when I wash the dishes" he teases and you can't help but laugh "You should be cleaning them anyway".

"Yeah yeah" he says with an amused tone. You smile as you take his hand while he helps you off the counter.

Leon was a lot of things, but you knew him in a way nobody else really did. At the end of the day, it's not about how many things he's killed for you. It's about him coming home to you, and he fights for that reason alone.

[acourtofladydeath]

WIP Wednesday: New Fic!

Hello All!!

Edits are underway for “Take These Broken Wings” chapters 3 and 4, but in the spirit of the holiday (Happy Valentine’s Day!) I wanted to drop sweet little slice of my upcoming Feytamsand fic.

“Are you too old to sit on mom’s lap for storytime, or should I go change out of my paint clothes first?” she asks, humor alight in her words.

I feel the heat of a blush on my cheeks as I answer. “Definitely too old for sitting on your lap…but maybe not for the couch…” She knew what I meant. When I had bad dreams or hard days at school, sometimes i’d lay on the couch, face in her lap. It felt too juvenile to use the word ‘cuddles’ but I guess that’s what it was. A kid’s allowed to cuddle his mom right?

A few minutes later, mom was back wearing leggings and one of her favorite sweaters. She sat on the couch next to the big window in the library and patted the seat next to her, warmth filling the space between us. I pushed off the wall from where I stood and went to join her. As I settled in, she began her story. “Alright Nyx, let’s start from the beginning. Here’s the story of how I met your fathers.”

“How I Met Your Fathers” is a Feytamsand fic where Feyre tells Nyx how her, Rhysand, and Tamlin’s bonds all snapped at different times throughout their history. The fic uses storytelling inspiration from “How I Met your Mother” and “The Princess Bride”.

“How I Met Your Fathers” will drop on 4/7/24 for Day 1 of Poly+ ACOTAR week: Beginnings!

[nyxelestia]

Brother, I am well and will be home soon; I must remain on Thanedd for a while longer. Cirilla is a dead end, but there are other possibilities. I will be following Philippa and a new lead. The young sorceress bearing this letter saved me and assisted in the return of our surviving men. Please reward her generously with the sanctuary of the surviving Aretuza students. Love, Radovid

Despite the missive opening with Prince Radovid’s reassurances, it had done little to assuage King Vizimir’s on-going anxiety about his only brother’s absence. He nearly denied the validity of the letter on the grounds that the seal concluding it had been stamped not in wax, but with blood. Only the indisputable handwriting of Prince Radovid resulted in the feeding and shelter of the young sorceresses, the last of Prince Radovid’s surviving guards, and the injured spymaster Sigismund Dijkstra.

[a-v-j]

*Drops this here and runs*

Nyxy vs Error

   “Damn abomination..!” Error shouts as he shoots another attack at Nyxy, They dodge and land behind Error and kicks him in the spine. Error yelps as he falls face first, his eyelights glare at Nyxy as he teleports away from them. “You disgust me..!” He hisses as he wipes the blood from his jaw, Nyxy just stares blankly as their eyes both turn jet black. Error summons a gaster blaster and hood onto it and floats above Nyxy. “Die..!” He yells as more gaster blasters appear and shoot towards Nyxy.

     Nyxy jumps back to fast and too far, they end up dragging their claws into the ground to stop them from getting to far. Their left black eye is now seen with a red glowing eye light. Their maroon hair is a crazy mess as it blows past their face and gaze, Error’s face scrunches up as he summons another blaster. “I hope you die knowing that no one loves you.” He grins darkly as he attacks Nyxy again as he uses his strings to try and hold Nyxy in place.

     They struggle against the strings grip and their body starts to bleed by their pressure. They grit their teeth as Error fires the blaster. Nyxy growls lowly as they tear from the strings and jump high up, they barely miss be ing hit by the blasters laser. Error groans as he sends a barrage of bone attacks towards Nyxy, “why don’t you just die..?!” He shouts at Nyxy. Nyxy barrels rolls under the barrage and jumps back up and dodged the sharp bone that was aimed for their head. They start to open their mouth while Error readied his next attack, he looks at them and his eyesockets went wide.

      Their mouth is open wide and when I mean wide, I mean, Wide. The ends of their lips wide open like a snakes mouth and inside their mouth a paser formed, Error stares in disbelief and shock. “WHAT ARE YOU!?” He yells as he blocks himself with a wall of bones when Nyxy shoots the laser from their mouth. “Your worst Nightmare.” They chuckled as they jump at him and slams his body into the ground, their hand holding his throat to the ground. Error struggles against their grip clawing at their hand, he tried to summon blasters but Nyxy holds Error’s wrists above his head with a death grip.

      They open their mouth once more as a laser forms, Error stares eyesockets wide in first time horror. They start to fire until—

      “Hey big boy, I’m hungry come make me a burger.” Averse appears infront of Nyxy leaning over close to their dying laser mouth. Error stares in utter disbelief and confusion, Averse looks down at Error and winks before Nyxy slams Error’s head into the ground once more knocking him out and stands up. Their body soon turns to normal and so does their eyes, they smile softly at Averse and chuckles. “You want chips with it?” Averse grins and nods, “he’ll yeah.” He climbs onto Nyxy and on his back and goes limp as Nyxy carries him. “What am I gonna do with you pretty boy?@ he rolls his eyelights, and thinks back to the voices. “You can always let me try that popsicle.” Nyxy’s face burns red as their hair flares up. “A-Av!” Averse grins before gritting his teeth a little, “I’m not lyin.”

     Nyxy walks them into a portal. As they walk into the portal Averse pouts, “you didn’t bail me out of jail today.” Nyxy grumbles “I was busy taking care of someone.” Averse glares holed into Nyxy’s head. “You could have saved that for later.” He huffs as Nyxy sets him down onto the couch, “Unless you want this house to be ruined and destroyed, I had to take care of that someone.” Averse grits his teeth once more as he grabs the remote and turns on the TV. Nyxy walks to the kitchen and begins the cooking. Averse is only pretending to be a child. He shook his head and switch through the channels, which is only full of MTT.

     Averse sniffs and he instantly drooled smelling the sweet and juicy sent of hamburgers, he grins widely as he gets up and walks to the kitchen. “What’s cooking, hot stuff?” Nyxy glares at him, “you bring one pun into this kitchen and papyrus will kill me.” Averse laughs as he thinks about killing papyrus if he does, “That’ll be hilarious.” Nyxy flicks him and he hisses, “Not it won’t if you go down with me, idiot.” Averse lovingly flips off Nyxy and sits on the counter, Nyxy continues to cook as Averse watches with content. This little sadistic stubborn cruel skeleton has gone soft, and more tolerant after meeting Nyxy, he thought.

     “So Error, tried to ruin the house?” He asks leaning and resting  his chin on his hand, Nyxy nods and sighs “He was hoping to try and destroy this Au. So I had to stop him or I’d have to find a new one in a diff world.” They shrug as they hand him a plate, chips and a burger. “Enjoy pretty boy.” Averse snickers, “still bad at flirts love.” Nyxy rolls their eye and huffs.

To be continued…

Makes sense, rando hobo tries to destroy home, husbo protect, wife deescalates situation but, like, in a nyxy and averse way

[nyxelestia]

Look, it's not that we forgot, it's that there were so many different ideas we had and spent a lot of time thinking about that sometimes we forgot which idea we ended up actually using.

ur favourite ao3 author definitely has to go back and reread their own stuff cuz they forgot major plot points in their own writing btw it's just a fact

[schizowitchic]

me when i have to do assignments at uni and it isn't just putting on cunty outfits to go to lectures in and buying sweet treats at tesco and cooking delicious delectable pesto pasta

[insidenyxieshead]

I hate how you don’t treat me as you used to. Why aren’t you excited around me? Why don’t you put that much effort in anymore? There hasn’t been a day that’s gone by where i haven’t thought of you, yet you can go without seeing me. It breaks me and it’s not your problem i just wish it was sometimes.