#officially a writer now!!!!!

[flutterbysnowflakes]

Vipers And Dragons

PART III

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Chapter III

The air in the nightclub hung thick with a cocktail of expensive perfume and desperation. Y/n, disguised in a shimmering crimson dress that clung to her curves like a second skin, glided through the crowd. Every movement was calculated, a performance designed to attract the very predators she planned to trap. The Falcone brothers, notorious for their ruthlessness and insatiable appetites, were her target.

The spotlight fell on her as she reached the stage. Music throbbed, a pulse that mimicked the dangerous rhythm of her mission. As she danced, she kept a watchful eye on the VIP section, their designated hunting ground. There, amidst the gaudy displays of wealth, sat the Falcone brothers, their gazes fixated on her.

A predatory satisfaction danced in Y/n's eyes. They were hooked, just as she'd planned. But the thrill of the performance was overshadowed by the ever-present awareness of Jimin's absence. Their agreement was a precarious tightrope walk, and trust was a scarce commodity in their world. Where were his men? Were they waiting in the shadows, or was this all some elaborate setup, a twisted game where she was the unsuspecting pawn?

Doubt gnawed at her, a cold serpent tightening its coils around her heart. One wrong move, one missed cue, and this carefully crafted plan would crumble. Just then, a figure weaved through the throng, brushing against her backstage. A hand slipped a hidden earpiece into her grasp.

"Viper," Jimin's voice, a low growl in her ear, sent a jolt through her. "We're in position. Stick to the plan, and get those brothers to follow you." Relief washed over her, laced with a spark of something else - a dangerous thrill at being so intimately connected to her enemy.

The music swelled, and Y/n poured every ounce of her defiance and allure into the dance. She knew the cameras were on her, broadcasting the show to Jimin's men waiting outside. Her plan hinged on a performance worthy of an Oscar and the Falcones' insatiable greed.

As the song ended, the Falcone brothers rose, their faces masks of predatory hunger. They beckoned her over, a smirk playing on their lips. Y/n met their gaze, a flicker of fear in her eyes expertly crafted.

"Gentlemen," she purred, her voice dripping with honeyed deceit. "Perhaps a private conversation? I have something you might be interested in."

The Falcones exchanged a glance, a silent agreement. Following their greedy smiles, they led her out of the back entrance, into the waiting jaws of Jimin's trap.

A tense silence followed as they disappeared into the night. Y/n, heart pounding in her chest, waited backstage, the spotlight suddenly feeling suffocating. Then, the earpiece crackled to life.

"Target acquired," Jimin's voice, devoid of emotion, sent a shiver down her spine. "Get out of there. We regroup at the docks."

Relief and a strange sense of disappointment battled within her. The mission was half-complete, but a part of her craved a different kind of victory, one settled not on the battlefield but between them.

Slipping away from the throbbing nightclub, Y/n navigated the city streets, her mind replaying the dance, the shared deception. This alliance with Jimin was a tangled web, a game where the lines between enemy and something more were blurring with every encounter. Reaching the docks, she found him waiting, a lone figure bathed in the moonlight.

"Well done, Viper," he said, his voice a low rumble. He stood close, their bodies a hairsbreadth apart. "You played the part flawlessly."

Y/n met his gaze, the air crackling with unspoken electricity. "And your men?"

"Efficient," he replied, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips. He leaned in closer, the scent of his cologne mixing with the salty sea air. "Just like you."

Their eyes locked, a silent battle of wills unfolding. The tension was a living thing, a storm brewing beneath the surface. Before she could speak, Jimin's hand reached out, a single finger tracing the curve of her neck, sending a jolt through her.

"But this isn't over, Viper," he murmured, his voice husky with unspoken desires. "The game continues."

He pulled away, leaving her breathless and confused. The mission was a success, but the war with the Falcones was far from over. And somewhere, deep within the dangerous dance they were locked in, a new game had begun. As she watched him disappear into the shadows, Y/n knew that the line between enemy and something more was beginning to blur.

[knife-filled-plushies]

i love the Smiling Critters as a cartoon concept and if it ever developed like mlp or something like that I can absolutely see something comical like this happening djkfskf

lesson at the end would probably be something about getting a healthy amount of sleep and staying on a good schedule jfhskf

[diazmaximoff]

Saw this on Twitter and tbh, I can't detect any lies🤷🏾‍♂️

[lunarin64art]

That feeling when he can't stand to see you that way, no matter what you do, no matter what you say😩😭💔

[desceros]

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Leonardo (x)

GN!Reader, G, bayverse; deleted scene from tea fic; sharing calligraphy (here)

F!Reader, E, rise; leo comes back and wants to smell like home again (here)

F!Reader, E, rise; blurple symphony au where leo smells his shorts (here)

F!Reader, E, rise; leo loves your tits (here)

GN!Reader, M, rise; leo is suddenly horny (here)

F!Reader, E, rise; blurple symphony au where leo does a somnophilia (here)

F!Reader, E, rise; blurple symphony au where leo takes his chance after chap. 20 (here)

F!Reader, M, rise; leo "accidentally" sends you his nudes (here)

GN!Reader, T, rise; sunset hike up the hill (here)

Donatello (x)

F!Reader, E, bayverse; donnie pining mating season (here)

GN!Reader, T, bayverse; donnie is a dork (here)

F!Reader, T, bayverse; donnie rubs your back (here)

F!Reader, G, bayverse; watching donnie work (here)

GN!Reader, T, rise; waking next to donnie (here)

F!Reader, M, rise; symphony bad future fluff, chap. 19 spoilers! (here)

GN!Reader, G, rise; can't sleep (here)

F!Reader, E, rise; accidental double somno (here)

GN!Reader, T, rise; donnie helps you sleep (here)

F!Reader, M, rise, sleepy donnie (here)

GN!Reader, T, rise; donnie missed a week for... reasons (here)

Raphael (x)

GN!Reader, M, bayverse; raph likes it when you assume (here)

GN!Reader, M, bayverse; birthday plans (here)

Blurple Villain AU

F!Reader, usually T-E, rise; villain!leo au with the wolf/lamb/dog metaphor (masterpost here)

T; kissing donnie's scar for the first time (here)

E; leo likes lying on top of you (here)

E; pegging leo (here)

M; sharing an orange with leo (here)

TMNT

GN!Reader, G, bayverse; HCs for what goldilocks!leo and amaranthine!donnie want their insert-chan to wear (here)

GN!Reader, G, bayverse; HCs for all turtles with an insert-chan that has an unintelligible accent when upset (here)

[raineandsky]

#99

tw: stabbing

Laughter echoes off the walls around the hero, and it’s not the laughter of friends. They stumble on, trying to ignore how close it is, how this will inevitably end.

The other heroes’ voices are nothing more than ghosts carried by the wind now. This villain is smart—a group of heroes is nothing to them. A few well placed scares is all it took to split the hero off from the rest of their team.

It’s dark in these parts of the city. The only noise is faroff traffic and the breeze dancing between the buildings and that echoing laughter. The hero turns down a street, lost, confused, counting the minutes, only to find it a dead end.

They turn back too late. The villain is already standing in the entrance, the streetlight behind lighting them up like they’ve just descended from heaven itself. Like they’re some angel, if angels were massive assholes and tried to kill everyone on the regular.

Panic and instinct clash in some horrendous shrieking horror. The hero yanks their knife from their belt, ready to throw their hands up to delay the inevitable, to protect themself, to protect the others. The villain takes two long steps towards them and it’s practically over.

The hero makes a swipe and the villain sidesteps it. Another step pushes them into the hero’s space, grabbing their wrists like it’s easy. It’d be insulting if the hero wasn’t so busy praying to god knows what in the vain hope of getting out of this alive.

“[Hero],” the villain says faintly. The hero makes a desperate attempt to headbutt them and misses. “[Hero].”

A weak cry escapes the hero’s mouth. It’s pathetic, not going down with grace and fire. They want it over. If they die now, here, at least they don’t have to worry about anyone seeing them like this.

“[Hero], stop,” the villain repeats, a little harsher. “I’m trying to help you here, jeez.”

The hero stops. They can’t do anything else. Another grief stricken sob falls from their lips.

“Look, I don’t have long before those freaks inevitably find us,” the villain continues, “but you have to go home.”

The hero chokes on whatever noise was about to come out. “W–What?”

“I’m going to ruin your perception of them and I know you’re not going to believe me, but—” The villain heaves a deep breath, pinning their gaze to the hero’s sharply. “They’re going to kill you.”

A laugh tries to bubble out of the hero’s mouth but it comes out distorted. “No.”

“I’m sorry, [Hero], but I’ve seen them before.” The villain flits a glance over their shoulder, like they have the reason to be nervous. “They’ve done this to many heroes like you. Don’t go anywhere near them, okay?”

“They would never,” the hero spits, the words mangled in their dread. “They– You– You’re trying to turn me on my friends. You monster.”

The villain sighs disappointedly, defeatedly. “Just go home, [Hero]. I’ll call you a taxi.”

The villain lets go of them and steps back, their hand disappearing into their pocket. For a phone, they promised, but the hero isn’t stupid. Their hands free, their enemy’s attention diverted, they dart forward and plunge their knife into the villain’s thigh.

The noise that comes out of the villain’s mouth isn’t a nice one. The hero gives it no thought, slipping past them and back out into the street as they sink to one knee with a gasp.

“Don’t go back, [Hero]!” they call after the hero, their voice taut and grim. “Please, don’t—”

The hero’s panting and echoing footsteps drown them out.

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The villain watches as the little gaggle of heroes appears out the agency doors. Laughing, bumping shoulders, carrying little bags for lunch. Four of them.

The hero isn’t with them.

The villain nods once to themself, picks up their bag, and leaves.

[seaweedstarshine]

Late to the game as I’ve kinda been kinda non-here for a minute but I scrolled through the Dot and Bubble tag, and thought I wanted to write this post into existence.

There's this part in Doctor Who Unleashed where RTD says this:

“What we can’t tell is how many people will have worked that out before the ending. Because they’ve seen white person after white person after white person, and television these days is very diverse. I wonder, will you be ten minutes into it, will you be fifteen, will you be twenty, before you start to think, everyone in this community is white. And if you don’t think that — why didn’t you? So, that’s gonna be interesting. I hope it’s one of those pieces of television you see, and always remember.”

And I'm like. Yeah. But the reason this works even as well as it does is largely thanks to the work of the previous showrunner with the previous creative team, which was notably the first era to have any writers of color (amongst other firsts in terms of inclusivity in directors, composer, actors). While Chibnall fumbled whenever he tried to write about race himself, he did have the self-awareness to have Black and South Asian writers writing the episodes where race is the focus (and a female writer for the episode where sexism is a focus; my point is, he seemed to know his shortcomings).

I wonder what the current creative team looks like? (not really, but I wasn't 100% sure for all of them)

To quote RTD:

“...before you start to think, everyone in this community is white.”

This is pretty non-self-aware, right? It's pretty “It is said, and I understand this, there was a history of racism with the original Toymaker, the Celestial Toymaker, who had ‘celestial,’ and I did not know this, but ‘celestial’ can mean of Chinese origin, but in a derogatory way,” right? (from The Giggle Unleashed) It's pretty “and I had problems with that, and a lot of us on the production team had problems with that: associating disability with evil,” right? (from Destination Skaro Unleashed)

—none of which are issues that should be overlooked, but think how much exponentially better they might’ve been addressed if he’d consulted with Chinese writers and wheelchair-using writers before going straight to giving the Toymaker weird fake accents and making Davros walk?

How many Black or non-white people do we think saw the Dot and Bubble script before it landed in Ncuti’s hands?

And this just keeps happening.

And like, from some of the shocked responses I've seen from white viewers to the ending of Dot and Bubble, maybe the episode's unsubtlety was needed? From the way RTD talks about it in Unleashed, the episode was written with a white audience in mind, Baby's First Microaggressions (where of course the microaggressions come from people who are pretty self-admittedly white supremacists). Ricky September, a more seemingly normal depiction of someone in the racist bubble of Finetime, seemed like an interesting element, up until the way he died.

The ending worked for me, because I do think the Doctor's reaction is true to how the Doctor would react. I just keep thinking of how much better the core themes could've been handled by someone with actual lived experience on the subject matter.

[paperbagzz]

Please write absolutely ANYTHING about simon being constantly teased by the reader ie: wearing a low cut shirt, purposefully stretching and moaning around him and things of the sort I'll die happy, unless you don't write nsfw adjacent stuff pls don't ever feel pressured to do that

oml yes- i don't usually write nsfw things, but uhh we can make exceptions.. >:) anon, i hope you enjoy this; you're so kind for asking whether i write things like that or not beforehand <3

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Simon walked into the living room to see Y/N sitting on the couch, the cushions dipping beneath their weight. They were on their phone, scrolling absent-mindedly. Something caught Simon's eye as he looked at them; they were wearing a rather.. showing.. shirt. The article of clothing was frayed in certain areas, exposing quite a bit of Y/N's chest.

With a slightly embarrassed face, Simon tilted his head at them. "Uh, hey, Y/N..! I see you went shopping?"

Y/N glanced up from their phone with a small smirk, taking a break from the Internet to talk with their roommate. They nodded. "Yep! Do ya like it..?" There was a slightly different tone to their voice as they spoke with him, and Simon sighed, sitting next to them with a grunt.

"Yes, but it's.. revealing, at the very least." He said quietly, his face a bit more red than before, his eyes refusing to meet Y/N's.

Y/N chuckled, moving closer to him with a slight groan; when they inched near Simon, there was a noticeable change in the tension of his muscles. Y/N was enjoying this, in a strange, teasing, manner. They could step it up a bit..

As Simon clicked the remote, turning the TV on, Y/N adjusted themselves a bit more, placing their exposed flesh onto Simon's clothed chest. Although his eyes were focused on the bright television, you could tell he was dying to look at you. As he spoke, there was a note of strain in his usually soft voice;

"What would you like to watch, Y/N, hm..?"

Y/N shrugged. "Anything, I don't really mind." They pressed themselves progressively closer to Simon, pushing their exposed chest closer against his upper body. The tension rose in the man's arms, and his face was rather red. In a teasing tone, Y/N murmured, "Anything wrong, dear Simon?"

Simon gave a low, almost inaudible, chuckle. His head shook, and he slowly placed a hand on your hair, ruffling it slightly. He really couldn't help himself, honestly, and you didn't mind. "No, nothings wrong, Y/N, I'm doing quite pleasantly, actually."

He smiled, and you noticed his face turn towards you. Y/N let out a small moan at his touch, and Simon raised his eyebrows, but continued to stroke your hair softly. You continued to make small noises and suggestive murmurs, but at this point, he didn't mind at all. You could moan and groan all night, and he would enjoy every moment of it.

Simon set the TV to one of his favorites: Cheers. The two of you cuddled for the majority of the night, listening to the quiet hum of the television.

[beatx-mavie-archangelx]

hi the arcana fandom i was wondering did we give up or did they manage to block us all?

[redo-rewind-if]

Oh boy, here we go again... Progress Time™.

Next Update (Chapter 3? Maybe?):

Intro Scene (if not on music fest route): 100%

Music Fest Routes (Solo, V, and Amara): 100%

Club Pyre Path: 99% (!!!)

Editing: 0%

Coding: ???% (I code some as I write but fuck if I know how much is done at this point)

Bug Testing: 0%

As you can see, I've made some changes this week! You'll notice that I've included editing, coding, and bug testing as their own categories and removed the sections that won't be included in the next update.

This way, once I've finished writing, you all can still follow my progress as I prepare the update for release.

Speaking of writing, I am so close to being done with this part!! I have a few more things I need to write. I had hoped to have it all done by now but, alas, writer's block has struck me. Here's hoping I'll get it done by next week!🤞

[the-mountain-flower]

If marriage in Aurora is at all like in our world, then it's possible that, as an honorary emissary, Erin can officiate marriages (at least in Asera).

I am surprised I haven't found any fics that make use of that yet

[pluto-rainstorm]

Ya'know that one tiktok trend "do you think you would've dated me when you were in high-school?" or "younger" or something like that, but think about it with BuckTommy

Buck would post it thinking it's hilarious, it would be a cute photo of them now with the caption and then you swipe to a picture of Tommy looking like this muscular army lad, with stubble, looking very mature...

And then you swipe again to a picture of a baby faced Buck, maybe he has a few pimples, he's a lot shorter and has lighter blonde, shaggy hair and he's holding a skateboard

He'd show Tommy and he would just stare at it like "oh my god..."

[hypodermicfroggy]

From my experience, enjoyment of the worlds of Blizzard games comes in a spectrum:

Overwatch: Because the developers refused to elaborate further with the lore on account of corporate greed and mismanagement, everything is up to speculation and you can basically do whatever you want with these settings and characters.

World of Warcraft: Please, god, stop elaborating.

[bylrndgm]

Thinking about STDay 2022 tonight

what a time to be alive

[the-way-astray]

stealing alayda's idea and making my official last name sixteen

[luminique]

HELLO ??? SONS OF CALYDON BAND FOR HALLOWEENN ???? PLEASE CHECK OUT THE ARTIST HERE or @/TKS_10ru ON TWITTER !! this is OFFICIALLY COMMISSIONED by hoyo omg

THEY LOOK SO CUTE AND COOLLL !! caesar on the keytar, piper on the drums, burnice on the bass ?? LIGHTER ON THE ELECRTRIC GUITAR ?? lucy singing ?? ya’ll can’t see but i’m front row actually 🙂‍↕️