#preview chapter

[the-barefoot-hatter]

spoilers for my current WIP Blind Bill AU drabble:

Ford was the same. Sure, maybe a little older, a little grayer than he last saw him but- Bill shrieked. “WHAT is THAT?” Fez betrayed him! How could he not mention, not even once, in the months he’d been here, that Ford grew a BEARD!!! Bill pinched his arm repeatedly. “Wake up, wake UP…” “Bill! Stop that!” Ford said exasperated. “What are you going to do?” “Either kill Stanley or shave you, whichever comes first,” Bill said darkly. The arm pinches weren’t working… a horrible thought hit him. What if it wasn’t just Ford? Bill’s eye widened in panic. “Does Stan have a beard? Does Shooting Star? DOES PINE TREE?” He could not deal with a fully furred Dipper. It was too horrific to contemplate. “No! Just me!” the scientist reassured. “Does it really look that bad?” Ford’s hand went self-consciously to his chin. “I thought it was… you know, rugged? For sea adventures?” “It’s… so different.” At most, Bill had only ever seen stubble, and that was after days of sleep-deprivation! Even running for his life across dimensions, Ford had always somehow found the time and equipment for a nice, clean-cut shave. “Is THAT why you smell weird?”

“You know what I smell like?”

“Of course I do!” Ford had always smelled faintly of brunt hair (he smelled like home).

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[magicinthenightskycomic]

Chapter -

[www-coolschool]

The Lantern in the Fog Inspired by The Catcher in the Rye

Chapter One: The Exit Wound

If you really want to hear about it, you should probably know I’m not the kind of person who makes a scene. At least not on purpose. But there’s something about getting expelled—again—that makes people look at you like you set a fire just to watch it burn.

Technically, I wasn’t expelled. Ms. White, the head of Briarhall Prep, called it a “temporary suspension pending review,” which is just the school’s way of saying, We’re tired of you, Samira Elwood, and your smart mouth, and your vanishing acts. I didn’t argue. I just nodded while she talked. Something about “academic dishonesty,” which is rich coming from a school that sells legacy admissions like concert tickets.

It wasn’t even that serious. I skipped the winter reflection retreat to take a train into New York and see an art exhibit on grief. I wrote a paper about it—an actual, honest-to-God, cited and footnoted analysis of visual mourning through abstract composition. But apparently, going off-campus without permission and “failing to inform school officials of your whereabouts” is cause for parental alert and disciplinary action.

“I’m disappointed in you, Sam,” Ms. White had said, pressing her lips together like she was trying to keep her own soul from leaking out. “Guess that makes two of us,” I said. She didn’t laugh. Not even a pity chuckle. Just handed me a manila envelope and told me to pack my things. And that’s how I found myself sitting on the cracked bench outside Briarhall’s gate with a duffel bag, my sketchbook, and no real intention of going home.

Home was D.C. Home was my mom walking around like a ghost in her own house, pretending to be okay. Home was Eli’s bedroom door, still shut. Still untouched. Instead, I took out my phone and opened the train schedule. Boston. Eli had wanted to go there. Science museums, bookstores, the aquarium. It was as good a direction as any. I bought the ticket, told no-one, and just left.

[tidiestpegasus]

the distraction

[fortist166]

Hope this gets canon cz damn they look too fine to not dance together!

[virtualtear00]

Second piece of Rlainarin series

First piece

Third piece

[kawareo]

You ever noticed that Cazador apparently visits Flymm's Cobblers?

Little promo for new chapter for my prequel fic Unsaved :)

[morningstarwrites]

preview/teaser for Of Saints and Sinners ch. 32!

[tunamayuuu]

see you soon!!!!!!

[madamechrissy]

Losing Control Now - part four preview

Pairings: Mobster Gojo x bartender F!reader

Warnings- just suggestive in this, but the story is NSFW, reader and Gojo are on their date hehe. After like over a month and a half (sorryyy) of no thoughts on this, it finally came to me today, so expect the update this week! <3

The wind is gently blowing your hair around your face, the soft light of the setting sun casting pinks and golds across your skin, and for a moment his breath catches, seeing your tired eyes light up, your pretty smile. It makes any and everything he’d have to do to protect you worth it, your giggle as you lean forward, a hand brushing across his thigh now, making him ache for you.

“This is beautiful, Satoru. Thank you so much for this.” Your lips press on his cheek, then the corner of his mouth, the salty sea spray mingling in the air with your perfume, heady and intoxicating.

He swallows a bit, arm wrapping around you now as the two of you sit at the table, food plated by the best chefs he could hire, on his own damn boat he bought for a date, but all you can focus on is him. In his pretty blue eyes, and the way the sun is casting shadows from behind him, illuminating his tall figure when he leans low, brushing a thumb across your cheek.

It’s warmed from the sun, but soon hot under his touch, his bright blue gaze that makes your heart pound. “It’s all worth it.” He murmurs quietly, he knows you don’t grasp his meaning fully, but you kiss him softly, drinking in his sighs, while his touch drifts to the small of your back.

Anything is worth your presence.

“This food looks amazing but I doubt I can pronounce it. It’s insane.” You say softly, eyeing the plates then, and he tries to hold back just lifting you on it, swiping every fancy dish across the wood planks beneath you, and eating you instead.

He doubts that will wait much longer, not with the glimpses of thigh from your high cut dress, not with the way that necklace is dangling precariously against your collarbone that he wants to litter with bites. He takes a breath, putting on an easy smile then. “I don’t either, I just asked for super fancy shit.”

You giggle at it, his sincerity, and he grins so boyish and charming, it melts your fucking heart. “I feel like you can’t be real, and it scares me.”

“Not real?” He frowns a bit, while you take a nibble of one of the perfectly set dishes, sighing as it hits your taste buds, nodding a bit. “What’s that mean?”

“Too good for me? More than I deserve? Too amazing-”

“The fuck?” He glares at you, gripping your chin now, snowy lashes lowering as you sit there, fork clattering from your hand.

“Sorry I-”

“Don’t talk about yourself like that. You fucking deserve everything. Okay?” You blink back emotions, words that shouldn’t spill yet but threaten to, taking a shaky breath and nodding.

“I’m just so tired, Satoru. I’m sorry.” He relaxes his grip, long elegant fingers dancing along your jaw, sighing now as the boat gently dashes through the water beneath you two, and for a moment he’d like it to carry you both away. Far the fuck away. “Thank you for everything, for every moment with me.”

“Don’t thank me for it, right now all I can think of is-” Your phone starts going off then, lighting up at the table, he frowns over at the name as you sigh, ignoring the call. “Your mom?”

“She’ll stop after a few, it’s for money.” You’re so used to this, it infuriates Satoru then, the next call he answers, before you can stop him, covering your mouth in shock, eyes wide as he casually answers.

“Your daughter is on a date, Mom. She can’t give you any money I’m afraid,” you hear her yelling and panicking, but he just sips on a glass of wine, winking at you, as if to tell you he’s got it. “I’ll make a deal, leave her alone all day and night, and I’ll give you some instead.”

“Don’t do that!” Your whisper is brushed off, as he smirks, and you can’t hear her voice anymore.

“Your daughter deserves a day where she’s not carrying all your fucking burdens, mmkay? Great, I’ll send that over tomorrow, meet you soon I’m sure.” He hangs up now, eyeing your shocked face with a shrug. “She’ll leave you alone for a bit.”

“You can’t just pay everyone to leave me alone, this is my mess, it’s-”

“It’s not your mess. You got stuck with hers. And baby Imma fix it all, okay?” He cups your face with both hands, and you’re ended, any resolve, or waiting for the right time, it all falls from your brain, replaced with one thing instead-

You need him.

You need him in every way.

You slam your lips on his then, hot and desperate, he exhales and drags your body against him, until he’s picked you up, sliding plates over and stepping between your thighs, feeling the heat of your needy cunt even over the layers of his pants and the dress he’s slipping up. You cry out against him when he bites the lower lip, the one you’ve bitten to hell, the pain sharp and sweet, soothing it with a swipe of his tongue.

“I need you, Satoru,” you whisper now, eyeing him with a dilated, lidded gaze, your little hands grabbing at his dress shirt, feeling the hammering of his heart against your palm. “Please.”

Who was he to deny you anything?

I'm so excited to get back to this oneee I can't wait

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[justabeewithapen]

Sunken to the bottom of the pit.

[frostedpuffs]

minibug is fucking pissed

[tcol-lingrimm]

✨ Here’s another fresh release from our Patreon — T-pose references and sprites for a batch of adopted characters from The Crown of Leaves! ✨

You’ll meet this colorful squad in various routes of Chapter 3, and yes — you’re absolutely doomed to have a chaotic, funny, and lore-packed adventure with them. No escape. Just vibes.

These characters were all designed by us first, then lovingly adopted by some of our wonderful patrons (their names on sprite cards!). Each adopter holds the rights to their character’s appearance and can commission art, roleplay, or create personal content with them!

That said, their in-game personalities, backstories, and plot roles are part of our narrative — so those elements remain fixed in the official game canon.

We can’t wait for you to meet them properly in Chapter 3!

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[missescalientee]

Preview for a future chapter of my fic that I'm working on again finally

[whereisdemoux]

lmao at Gavilar trying to brute force The Words at random and the stormfather being like "you have reached the maximum number of login attempts. please try again later."

[coffinclownery]

It’s already insidious enough when Andrew is obviously using Julia in place of Ashley, but here’s another layer:

“My very own piece of work.”

Not only is Andrew Ashley’s older brother, he was her caretaker. He raised her more than their parents ever did. So it’s not just love in the romantic and brotherly sense, which is already concerning enough, but in the parental sense as well. Ashley is his creation, who he loves but can never take responsibility for.

It puts into perspective how Andrew won’t admit it was Ashley sending the voicemails. He’s like one of those parents who knows their kid is trouble but will fight for them tooth and nail, denying they could possibly do anything wrong.

There was already numerous layers of fucked up in this cake but they just can’t help but add even more layers to it!