#plz read my story

[missmoon2539]

Wordsnstuff January Writing Challenge

Day 1: Does it ever get easier?

A Drabble from my first book, Best Friends Til The End

Enjoy :)

—

“Does it get easier?” Amelia said to Oliver, shaking in the shower. Oliver fought the urges to cry and carefully extended an arm out. Seeing that Amelia wasn’t flinching or rejecting him, he carefully set his hand on her back and rubbed it as a source of comfort.

“I honestly don’t know, Mia, but I’ll always be here with you, okay? We’ll get through this together,” Oliver desperately wanted to hug her, squeeze her so hard that he could squeeze the pain away. But he knew it wasn’t possible and he didn’t want to accidentally make her uncomfortable as she’s very sensitive to other people in general right now. He would call Sienna over but she’s also in the hospital. He should check up on her soon, she should’ve woke up by now.

He also really wanted to beat the guy who did this to her to death, but he knew that would get him in trouble and Amelia needed him right now more than ever.

“Let’s get you dried up and a new change of clothes,” Oliver said, shutting the running water and pulling the plug out of the bathtub. Amelia was fully clothed when she decided to step into the shower and turn on the tab, he’s gonna need to remind her to take her clothes off before she do that one day. She said it once that it was because she felt really uncomfortable in her own skin ever since the incident, but getting her clothes wet isn’t exactly ideal.

He left the clothes by the sink and closed the door behind him.

His heart broke every single day seeing his roommate, his best friend, and his crush like this. The fact that she flinched the first time he tried to touch her was terrifying enough. He knew she wasn’t to blame though. The guy that did this to her will eventually have to face the consequences, Oliver just hopes that by the time that comes, that guy wouldn’t escape from his punishment.

Want to know how they got there or what happens next? What was the incident? How did it happen?

Find out in my story on Wattpad under the same username, missmoon2539!

[fantasy-girl974]

He can do this !

A comics based on the start of Chapter 2 of the fanfic "One step at a time" by OuterWilde.

*** Trucy and Apollo were too precious here with Phoenix, I couldn't resist to draw this scene that made me laugh 🥹

[jays-doodle-spool]

someone should write a story where there’s ppl stuck in a time loop, but the pov is from someone who rlly doesn’t care. there’s a whole ‘protagonist group’ or whatever trying to figure out how to escape the loop but this dude has just kept living their life so no one has noticed that they’re also stuck. they’re just sipping the exact same coffee order for the hundredth time watching the group strategize at an adjacent table and thinkin “man, wonder if they’re gonna figure out how to fix that today.”

[katieaki]

My ✨ post-apocalyptic Lesbian Cowgirl Mailman choose-your-own adventure✨ has just updated! Read it here for free on my Patreon and vote in the poll! Here is a guide to get you started, the summaries of each part of the story thus far, the complete collected text, and FAQ, all in one place. They have everything you need to know about Lou, her requited-but-complicated love, the religious assassin who just beat the tar out of her, the worst person she's ever met, and the ill-advised journey she is on! There is also a discord where Pony Express readers from all across god's green internet can gather, here!

✨Read the update for free on my patreon & vote on what happens next! ✨Excerpt below the cut.

What did she even like about Artie? Nothing. She didn’t. So she’d had a few thoughts– when she was hurt, drugged, tired, scared, and convinced that she was going to die– that she liked and trusted Artie, but those hadn’t been her real feelings. She’d been glad that Artie was strong and competent because that’s what was needed for the occasion. She needed someone to haul heavy shit and read the map– it didn’t mean she had to suck her off about it. In fact, she’d only been put into the position of needing Artie by Artie herself. There was no need for her to even feel grateful. She’d been appreciative of her taking care of her and had felt desperate for her to keep taking care of her, but since when did Lou want to be taken care of? That hadn’t really been her thinking, that had been the drugs, the fear, and the concussion. Lou had gone her whole life taking care of herself. Why would she start wanting anything else all of the sudden? After almost thirty years of being her own and only caretaker, why would she suddenly find herself wanting someone else to do it for her? It was ridiculous to even consider. And Artie, of all people? The two of them couldn’t have been any more different. There was no way Artie could know what Lou wanted or needed. Artie wasn’t even stable enough to be her own caretaker, let alone Lou’s. She was a mess and a brute, not at all what Lou needed. Lou needed somebody who was sweet and warm, someone who was calm and elegant and beautiful. That was what she needed.

[illusionremember]

I don't know who needs to hear this but if you're working on line editing or copy editing a piece of your writing, and you're on your 10,000th pass and the sentences are all glossed over and you feel like you're missing all the things that need fixed? That's your brain hitting fast forward because you know what comes next and it's trying to skim.

Here's what you can do about it:

Stop reading from the beginning. Go to the end of your piece. Read the last sentence. Then the sentence before that. Work your way backwards, one sentence at a time.

Doing this helps trick your brain into looking at the sentence, by itself, for itself. You'll catch so many more errors and weird phrasing that's not working.

[arttrampbelle]

For frollo enjoyers

Made this for y'all.

[hamable]

I’ve been so caught up thinking about the fight sequences and the animation styles and the writing and the antics aand the everything about Spy Family Code White that I forgot about the Ferris wheel. Oh my god oh my god oh my god the Ferris wheel.

[malarkgirlypop]

MEDIC! - Teaser (Donald Malarkey x Fem!OC)

Hey guys, i'm Kate and i'm new to this tumblr business, but i love writing and i love band of brothers so here i am...here to write and make friends with people who are here to do the same! There...is definitely more of this to come...like forty or so pages already written...anyway please enjoy this teaser/snippet and let me know what you think!

I sit in class, writing notes as the lecturer goes over the powerpoint of the class. My head hurts and I need to get a proper sleep, but life goes on before I can catch up these days. After the class ends I pack up my books and laptop into my bag as the other students file out of the class. I move slowly in no rush to leave. I have nothing to do after this except for study, which has been the normal now for three years. I am nearly at the end of my Bachelor of Nursing, only having this last semester to go before sitting my State Exam and then going out into the world as a Registered Nurse. The thought scares me that in about 3 months I will be properly in charge of patients and making decisions about their welfare. I shudder at the thought as I stand to leave the class, I make my way down the empty hallways as this was the last class for the night. I walk out into the cold night my breath showing on the air, I pull my cardigan closer trying to trap the heat that escapes me, the thin material of my nursing uniform offers me little relief but in my defence it was warmer during the day as spring poked its head out from the clouds bringing a lighter vibe to the air, teasing summer. I make my way to the now empty car park where my little car sits lonely, I unlock the door and slide in, sighing as I settle into the seat, today has been a long day. I plug my phone into the AUX, turning up the volume as I sing my way home. I get out of the car gathering all of my belongings before locking the door behind me, I turn to walk towards the apartment when a shimmer catches my eye, I double take focusing my eyes on the shimmering in the distance, I tilt my head unsure of what I am looking at as I move toward it. 

A large surface glistens like oil in water, it’s transparent though I am able to see details behind it; it looks like looking through a bubble. I reach my hand out hesitantly as I get closer to the glare, my hand tingles like having pins and needles. The odd sensation makes me snatch my hand back and I look down at my fingers. Nothing seems to be wrong, they are normal in colour and no trauma seems to have occurred. I take a breath, reaching my hand out again, willing myself to be brave, my fingers stretch out stroking the transparent film. I gasp as my fingers disappear into the surface like putting my hand in a pool. I try to wretch my hand out of the shimmer but it pulls me further, as if someone is grabbing my hand and pulling me towards them. I panic gripping at my forearm to tug myself back, dropping my books and laptop as I do so. I disregard them, more worried about my limb being sucked into the glimmer. The force becomes stronger. I dig my heels into the ground but it is no use as I watch my whole arm has disappeared, my head frantically turning as I look for help. The force becomes stronger and my whole body is sucked through, I let out a yelp, my body rolls forward as I faceplant into the dirt. 

A cheering crowd walks the street, I quickly get to my feet before I am trampled. “What. The. Actual. Fuck!” I look around, people cheer, sing and dance through the street waving flags, they move them so fast I can’t seem to recognise what flag they are representing. I gaze around. It appears to be a small village, people are dressed in older fashion than I am used to seeing, this fashion style hasn’t been around since the 40’s. My heartbeat accelerates, where am I? Where did that weird shimmer thing take me? 

A lady close by laughs taking my hands in hers. She spins us around, I pull away and she says something in a foreign language. My heart skips several more beats, what do I know so far? I am in a foreign village and seem to be very far from home and some weird I guess portal thing spat me out here. My breathing quickens, I spin around searching for something, even I am not sure what will help anchor me to reality. I feel suffocated as people bump and jostle me, the loud singing and cheering is overwhelming my senses. I try to push through the crowd needing space to breathe and think. My eyes lock onto a tall man walking through the crowd dressed in army uniform, maybe he could help me? I push my way through the crowd reaching the soldier. I grab his arm clinging to him like a lifeline, he turns focusing his attention onto me. I notice the man has grenades strapped to his chest and a cigar hangs from his mouth.  

“Hello!” I say loudly trying to be heard over the crowd, a thought hits me, what if he doesn’t even speak english. I brush the thought to the side, I still need to try. 

“You’re American?” he asks, confused looking down at me. 

“Yes, I was just wondering…”

“You’re a nurse?” He asks again, taking in my appearance. 

“Yes, but…” I try again. 

“How did you get here so early?” He looks confused, taking his eyes off me he scans the crowd.

“What?” early?  

“Are there other field nurses with you?” he turns his attention back to me. 

“I’m sorry?” This interaction is going the complete opposite to what I intended. 

“Did you lose the other field nurses you came with?” He seems concerned, his eyes darting around the crowd again. 

“I didn’t come with anyone.” I say thinking back to how I stupidly put my hand into the unknown substance. What the hell is wrong with me why can’t I mind my own business. 

“Come with me, little lady.” before I can reply his big hand takes my upper arm moving me in front of him. The other hand rests on my shoulder as he steers me through the busy crowd, his firm grip is strong enough I cannot turn to look at him, to show my apprehension of being manoeuvred through the crowd to somewhere else unknown. 

-----------------------------------------

Chapter 2

[slow-reader-reads-books]

Anyone wonder about a The Substance (2024) au for svsss?

I'm thinking it could work for either Shen Jiu and a quasi Shen Yuan, or with Bingge and a quasi Bingmei, but I think being able to birth via your spine and some green medicinal goop (created by an underground black market company called The System, perhaps?) an "ideal" version of yourself and inhabit it for 7 days, but having to then return to your original body for 7 days, and having to both vicariously live through your ideal self, and then being haunted by them when you can't be them anymore until you feel forced to artificially manufacture a way to stay in your ideal self because you hate your real self to the point of wanting to kill them, but that in turn killing you, so you end up injecting yourself with too much Substance goop until you're unrecognizable to even yourself all in the name of escaping a world you feel unloved by...

Idk anyone think of this au yet? Highly recommend the original movie if you like plenty of horror, gore, and dissections of body dysmorphia that more or less leave you feeling like a changed person by the end (do check out the trigger warnings tho, it is a horror movie)

[r0semultiverse]

"Who is Sora's father?"

I feel like the answer to that is fairly obvious. 👀

[romantically-yours]

I wanna pick up a girl and pin her against a wall and give her lots of lil smooches while we giggle like the little gay goblin gremlins that we are

[grimalkinmessor]

We need a fucking Light Yagami Bashing tag because holy FUCK

[breitzbachbea]

France is so beautiful to hide the ugliness inside. honhonhon It's a pety bitch and we love him

Motherfucker made a deal with the devil for sure ... Though now I am wondering if that is a thing in French culture/folklore, like, do we have some prominent devil deal story over there? Getting sidetracked.

But YES, we love him for being petty! He is capable of both being a genuine romantic and kind soul and also the MOST MASSIVE BITCH EVER who wants to see the world BURN for his entertainment and ego. Love that for him. I mean, look at this poll for my latest AU FrUK subplot. Card-carrying messy bitch who lives for drama.

But I will seriously say that he is not uniquely ugly on the inside, most Hetalia characters (and indeed most characters period) are super sucky in some ways and genuinely cool people in others. I am as francophobic as the next person, but his beauty is not hiding more uglyness than Turkey's or Spain's beauty - or any of the Nordic's or Russia's or China's, depends on who is your type.

I mean, in the AU scenario I linked alone, there are like. At least three major cases of Everyone Sucks Here. Yes, François' prioritizing drama over his best friend's future, bc all the pettyness got her basically fiancé to sleep with someone for blackmail and he is not doing shit to stop HIS future husband from making another friend's life hell for the petty bullshit. But Gavin MacAllister being hellbent on not letting François marry an Englishman that Fran clearly doesn't seem to abhor, seems determined to have a fun marriage with, is also just. Ugly as fuck behaviour-wise. And Arthur trying to make everyone else pay more than hell for bothering him... Honestly, if he hadn't pissed off Gavin and my Irish boys before François based on snobbish reasons, Arthur would be the least of an asshole, because Gavin's being an entitled prick and François is encouraging it. He is not uniquely terrible, really not, so ... not that much beauty required, really. Hima just hates me specifically by making a Frenchman this heavenly handsome.

[magical-max]

WOULD YOU READ THIS???

Max has just run away from his abusive parents, now hiding out with his drug dealer, a prostitute and a theft.

A 16-year-old boy ran away from his abusive parents, he finds himself living with his longtime friend, drug dealer (and fuck Buddie?) Freshman. Having to put up with the stress of being the most wanted missing kid right now and the stress of not trying to Kill himself very awaking second. He blocks it all out by selling his body, taking more drugs than an adult and copious amounts of drinking. Doing dangerous and illegal things with dangerous and illegal people he gets himself in trouble. Running from the police, hiding out in abandoned buildings, destroying property, it's all the daily normal for him.

If yes, it's called

"The troubled kids"

And you can read it on wattpad with the user

"ManlyManMax"

[queenofbaws]

.............or friday, who's even keeping track asdlkfjksdjf

howdy neighborinos! it's been a hot second since i've gone and flailed at my wip list. however. the time has come. ;)c

things are still a little slow and weird over here as i adjust to a new kind of normal, but i have SUCH high hopes for what i'm going to be able to share with y'all in the coming months!!! my plan as of this very moment is to finish before the dawn, a bad moon rising, then take a little break from posting for a while so i can focus on knocking out a couple mostly-finished wips i have in the background :P wips i am very, VERY excited to finally get to show you, leave it at that.

if you're looking for a little something to hold you over, i'm throwing a sneak peek of bad moon rising under the cut <3 and, as always, i hope you're all doing well, that 2025 has started kindly for you, and that if you're stuck in the middle of a miserable freeze like i am, that you're keeping warm!!!

“Before we make our way out there—up there, I suppose—I want to make a couple things abundantly clear to you.”

“Okay.”

“For whatever goddamn reason, the Washingtons thought it wise to make this place outta windows. That might not mean much to you now, but it will, because from the very first step you take onto that main floor right up until you’re tucked down into that little sardine can downstairs again, something is gonna be watching you. And it ain’t gonna be me. My eyes, such as they are, are gonna be on everything but you. Same with my ears, and hell, know what? Just cuz it keeps comin’ up tonight, let’s just say even my nose will be otherwise occupied.”

He leaned in closer to her personal space before the thought in her head could fully take root, and it took every ounce of her courage to keep from reeling backwards in response. Sam still wasn't sure what to expect from Jack; biting didn't seem completely out of the question.

“So the idea to run might occur to you. It might surprise you. You might even find yourself thinking it’s a good one. It’s not. I know you and your friends—most of ‘em—are still tryin’ to figure out what on this mountain means you the most harm. And I know you might be thinkin’, after seeing us do what we did to the Miracle Men down below, the answer is the four of us. That you might be better off taking your chances with the old boys.

“Here’s the thing about that. You’re wrong and you’re right. Life’s a bitch that way. See, you’re wrong because, that thing waitin’ for us topside? It ain’t the same as what you saw down there. Those boys haven’t had a scrap of food since long before your parents cut their wisdom teeth. Her? Up there? She’s been eating just fine. Juuust fine. She’s big, too. And worse, she knows exactly how to get you shook up enough to make a fatal mistake.”

She waited. Swallowed as calmly as she could. No biting. Good sign. “Why am I right?”

“You’re right, smart girl, because just like I didn’t pick you out of a hat to go on this little errand, I’m not your chaperone on accident. You know this place. You’re smart. Not as smart as you could be, showin’ that much fuckin’ skin in the dead of a mountain freeze, but smart enough. You’re also, I notice because of what skin you are showin’, an athlete.”

The urge to shift her weight, to make the muscles of her calves less visible, was intense. She held firm, somehow. Her body remained perfectly still.

“So we had to make sure the right person was sent. Now, I won’t claim to know this lodge better than any other visitor might, nor can I say I’m especially smart or, God help us all, athletic…but. But. If one lug makes us four all bullies, and if one lech makes us four all perverts, and if one cornball idiot makes us four all backwards, unpredictable hick bastards, then let me assure you of one thing: You do not want to know what I add to the equation. That sound about right to you?”

[dizzydyke]

bro has a fixation on silence. Bro is nonverbal at the function and thinking about the function of not speaking .