#short Story

[wren-like-thebird]

So when did you choose to be a harpy?

well it was never a choice. I didn't wake up one day and say you know what I'm gonna be a harpy. no. I think I was always meant to be a harpy. when I was younger I noticed I started growing feathers. it started with small amounts then it grew more. I told some people some thought it was cool others thought it was weird. Sometimes I would pick them. sometimes I would pick all of them. it never felt great. it would hurt before during and after so I stopped and let them grow out and if I wanted to I would pick them. around that time I surrounded myself with people who thought the feathers were cool and more and more they started to grow on me. eventually I loved my feathers. when more people noticed the feathers that's when I learned about what being a harpy was and I was like yeah that's me. there are some places where the feathers stopped growing from the picking but that's okay scars from my past you know. anyway so my talons started to grow which I personally think is what cemented me as a harpy.

cool so you'd say that you choice it when others told you what a harpy was?

i don't think that's what I said at all-

Breaking News local "harpy" says she was indoctrinated into the trend of being monstrous!!

this poem is about my experience being trans

I absolutely love the original poem It is truly amazing

this poem is about being nonbinary.

[isolated-ink]

Take me where the forest meets the ocean

In her mind, she could almost see him. A figure in the shadows, watching her with quiet, steady eyes. There was something about him that felt safe, yet dangerous all at once. Not the kind of danger that would hurt her, but the kind that came from carrying his own pain, his own battles. His presence felt like a warm fire on a cold night—comforting, but with a power she couldn’t ignore.

She imagined the way he’d hold her, not to keep her trapped but to remind her she wasn’t alone. He wouldn’t need grand words or promises; his actions would speak for him. A warm hand on hers, a hug that lasted just long enough to chase the shadows away. Even in silence, she would feel it: “I’m here. I see you.”

But she couldn’t ignore the darkness in him, either. It wasn’t cruel or selfish—it was the kind of darkness that came from surviving hard things, the same kind she carried in herself. It scared her a little, but it also made her feel less alone.

[gumstuckonyourshoe]

Alfred, sick of cleaning the stray broken vase, ruined painting, and copious messes in the kitchen, rents the Batfam a rage room.

Dick- does a respectable job at destroying the items in the room. Uses the baseball bat, the metal pipe, smashing glass cups and such. Feeling a bit alleviated.

Jason- Lazarus rage. The room is too far gone for the workers to even use it again. It’s a complete mess, and Jason walks out a bit calmer than he went in. What you would expect from him, honestly.

Bruce- same as Dick, a respectable wreckage left in the room. He didn’t even need the tools though, choosing to throw shit around.

Damian- Thought it was a bit childish at first but due to even Bruce participating, he might as well. From outside the room, at the beginning it starts with the sounds of slow hesitant crashes and shattering, but picks up pace and volume. Again, a decent performance.

Duke and Steph- argue about who can destroy each item the quickest. Duke goes first getting a decent time of around twenty minutes. Steph absolutely destroys that time, nine minutes. She walks out, ponytail falling out, breathing heavily.

Cass- no one notices her go in for her turn, but she comes out smiling, giving Bruce a big thumbs up. The room looks like how Jason left it.

By this time the employees are sick of resetting the room, and graciously just let them immediately move on by using one of the different ones. It was pretty slow today anyways, and the tall one with the white streak in his hair was scaring them a little.

Babs- has a lot more fun with it than the rest. She comes out smiling. A decent job of destroying all of the items, she used all the tools given to her. She had a bit too much fun with the glass cups, they had basically been turned to dust.

Tim- goes in last. They had originally set an order but that got thrown out the window when Bruce decided to join last minute. He goes in, closes the door, and they can hear muffled screaming and shouting from inside. Maybe CEO, vigilante, sleep deprivation, and neglected mental health after this long and no one addressing it was a bigger problem than they had thought.

When Tim comes out he’s uncharacteristically silent, he knows from Damian going in that it isn’t all that sound proof. The room is completely destroyed. Glasses, shattered. Old computers, basically unrecognizable. The singular wooden table, that was supposed to just hold the tools was even bashed in. The wooden bat was splintered in the corner.

They got ice cream afterwards.

[kkreadsstuff]

how to recover/come down from a fic that u loved? why, get up under another one of course! while i get me final thoughts together about "meet your match," i'm going to read a pair of short fics, one dramione, one pansy/percy (which is funny because i have only read fics where percy is gay, so i'll have to get my brain switched into a different gear for that one lmfao).

first up is "one and done" by pacificrimbaud! i saw someone compliment it on the dramione subreddit, and it's short, so i thought, "why tf not?" it's 4 chapters, just over 34K words, and the rating is explicit. let's get cozy real quick!!!

here's the summary:

Hermione Granger has a career she loves, friends she can depend on, and a nice set of hand towels for her new flat. She's single and tired of tiresome men, but that doesn't stop her from wearing beautiful lingerie underneath her serious Ministry skirts. Or having pictures taken in naughty knickers. Just once. For herself. Draco Malfoy doesn't get upset at the sight of blood, which is good, because he sees a lot of it. What he doesn't see a lot of is Hermione Granger in her unmentionables. Usually. A series of meetings and mix-ups in which one cannot possibly mean done.

tags: Explicit Sexual Content, Dominance, Submission, Office Sex, Enthusiastic Consent, Smut, Fluff and Angst, Smoking, Heavy Drinking, Possessive Behavior, Spanking, Jealousy, Praise Kink, Hair-pulling, Rope Bondage, Romantic Comedy, Happy Ending, Rolled sleeves

i am super into like........ all of these tags and i would just like to thank the Almighty right quick for all of the praise kink fics finding me! alhamdulillah 😭😂💖 i'm not really getting much from the summary besides that this is a kinky office romance but ykw, that's fine, i'm ready for it and excited to read this little fic! i've read two other little one shot sby pacificrimbaud and i REALLY enjoyed them, their writing was so immersive and kept me tuned tf in! so i'm excited for where this fic is gonna take me.

if u wanna see what i thought of the one shots i have read by pacificrimbaud, click here!

alright let's get going! 🐎💨💨💨

*this thread will contain spoilers for the story so turn back now if u don't wanna know what i know 👁👄👁*

[eivorswife7]

How I imagine Squid Game 3 to play out:

Gi hun is a prisoner somewhere in the Frontman’s apartment. He is forced to look at the games that continue while battling the loss of his friends.

He finds the room Jun ho once did, Frontman catches him and hands him one of the files, and when Gi hun opens it, there’s Hwang In-ho, who won the 2015 edition.

Gi hun is confused, because why would Young il lie about his name, and why would he come back to the games? For sure he doesn’t want to stop them knowing his attitude.

Meanwhile, the Frontman takes his cape off, but still has the black mask on. Gi hun notices that, and then In ho says:

-Gi hun, I thought you knew not to trust number “001” again

Gi hun’s mind is racing, and just a moment before In ho takes of his mask, the realization hits him. Young il, his friend, was the Frontman all this time.

He starts to shake as he sees his “friend’s” relaxed face gazing at him. In ho looked so different yet still the same.

So many emotions were boiling in Gi hun’s heart. Hatred, regret, guilt, and worst of all, relief.

In ho bent down to reach Gi hun’s level who was on his knees, and hugged him despite the other one’s resistance. Gi hun finally gave in, not because he wanted to but because he felt helpless, sad and angry.

-When you said that we can make a small sacrifice for the greater good, I saw a change in you - said In ho, holding Gi hun close to him. He was smiling.

Gi hun scoffed, and painfully whispered:

-At least I’m still human unlike you…

-Are you?

-Yes, because you know what? When I saw who you are at first, I hated you and despised you for what you’ve done - Gi hun swallowed, he was trembling - But at the same time I also felt relieved, because I knew that my friend is alive… - he cried out, resting his head on In ho’s shoulder, resigned.

The room went quiet, the only sounds being Gi hun’s heavy, ragged breathing.

Not even a minute later, Gi hun felt the embrace tighten around him, and he could’ve sworn he felt In ho’s muffled cry. He then heard the quietest whisper:

-I’m really glad you’re alive too, hyung.

[scribblue]

@acksolotel618 Got inspired by this post and ended up using it as a writing prompt for a short scene with Zane and Garmadon!!

You can read it on Ao3 here , or after the cut

❆ A Lesson In Humanity ❆

Zane speaks to Garmadon about their shared history of being manipulated emperors.

{ 940 words, no major warnings }

"I was once like you."

The words landed heavily on Garmadon's shoulders, yet with further consideration he refused to believe they carried any real weight. Merely a vapid placation, or worse, outright mocking. He furrowed his brow. "You couldn't possibly understand me, metal man."

Zane stared back evenly. His eye contact was unwavering, unnatural. It felt as though he could see through Garmadon's very chemical makeup, and was intent on dissecting him down to his barest components like a hunk of biological technology. The nindroid stood on the catwalk connecting their underground base of operations to the elevator up to the monastery. The rest of the ninja had left to take a break, following a particularly intense—and unsuccessful— training session between Lloyd and Garmadon. Garmadon had to admit his surprise, if only internally, at the company he now found himself forcibly entertaining; Zane had never made an effort to speak to him one-on-one, and the cold shoulder was reciprocated.

"You are free to believe that, if a sense of individuality brings you comfort,” Zane said. “However, it is an inaccurate assessment."

Garmadon rolled his eyes. "Thank you for reminding me why we never spoke. You may leave now,” he said, waving a hand to dismiss him. 

Zane remained. An unsurprising development, and an aggravating one. "Do you not wish to know of our similarities?”

A frown crossed Garmadon’s face, and curiosity clouded his thoughts. He was quick to disperse it with a shake of his head; Zane was clearly trying to get under his skin, force his guard down so that he would ease up on Lloyd. It would never work. Mastering Oni form took an iron fist, not a distracted mind. He turned away and clasped both sets of hands behind his back, pretending to focus on the computers for a long moment.

Not long enough, evidently, as Zane made his continued presence known. “I am going to tell you anyway.”

“Great,” Garmadon muttered.

“When I was trapped in the Never Realm, I was manipulated into becoming the Ice Emperor: a cold and ruthless entity who spared no one in his quest for retaining power. My true self was hidden from me for sixty years, until Lloyd helped me restore it,” Zane said, a waver of emotion in his robotic voice. “It has been some time since it happened, yet I still feel the effects of this event to this day.”

“Hmm.” Garmadon pressed a couple buttons on the keyboard in an attempt to make his distraction look convincing. “I fail to see how that relates to me.”

He heard Zane take a small step forward. “When you became Emperor of Ninjago, that emperorship was predicated on lies and manipulation by Harumi. She encouraged you to reject your humanity, just as my advisor Vex did to me. And I am willing to bet you have also suffered lasting effects.”

Garmadon scoffed. “Please,” he said, turning a tight-lipped scowl towards Zane. “I am an oni, I never had humanity to reject…that is, until Vinny of NGTV news took me under his council. And even so, such humanity would not benefit me here. Lloyd needs to learn to release his oni form, and I can assure you I am in the perfect condition to do so—no ‘lasting effects’ as you say.”

“Perhaps that is true. Or perhaps you only wish it to be.” Zane’s pointed stare finally wavered, drifting to some far-off corner of the room. “I have spent much of my own spare time wrestling with the reality of my situation, versus what I wish to believe… It is difficult to grapple with the truth that I have hurt innocent people while under another’s influence. It sometimes holds me back from being the best version of myself that I can be, for fear of hurting others again.”

That did sound familiar, not that Garmadon was willing to admit it out loud. He was often plagued with memories of his short-lived reign over Ninjago, and the atrocities committed under his hand. He was loath to say he regretted any of them, in fact he wasn’t sure he was even capable of regret– nonetheless, the flashbacks were bothersome, and the more he attempted to embody “goodness”, the more frequent they became. “So…what? You believe I am compromised in some way? I can assure you I’m not.”

“I believe you have begun the process of betterment, without addressing the root of the issue.”

“...And what might that be?”

“Your relationship with Lloyd. You hurt Lloyd during your time as Emperor. Now, your beliefs and goals are changing, but you have not mended the rift that has grown between the two of you, or attempted to grapple with the effects your actions have on both yourself and others… you cannot expect to find success in the present, until you face your past,” Zane said. His even tone and matter-of-fact delivery did nothing to lessen the blow of his words. “You may not believe it, but Lloyd is your humanity. As he was mine, when I needed it most. Do not forget that he needs you too.”

Something twinged in Garmadon’s chest. He had half a mind to blame it on his incomplete resurrection, and perhaps that truly was the case; complicated emotions could simply be a byproduct of his botched vessel. He averted his gaze and said nothing. 

Zane didn’t attempt to break the silence, either. He lingered for just a moment longer, before turning heel and wordlessly leaving the room, where Garmadon remained alone with his thoughts. 

“…I won’t,” he said, knowing there was nobody there to hear him.

[deblezybestie]

*slaps wall of nest* and this nest, this nest here, it’s real premium stuff, can’t get much better! I personally have 2 at home, one for me and one for the wife. Genuine (extra emphasis is put on the ine of course) fox fur, plucked straight from a fox. You heard me right, Straight from a fox. Right under its nose- hyperbole? No, not at all, it was plucked right under the nose, mhm. That’s where the softest fur is. The fox’ll want that back? Uh.. nonono! Not at all! I assure you it’s fine, we’re fin-

*The bird nest bird salesperson then gets eaten by a fox because unfortunately the salesbird failed to realise that this fox fur nest was actually a fox, and not a nest*

Gonna be a cozy nest

[28harryssunflower]

In love against all odds

The hum of the city outside feels distant as you sit beside Harry on the couch in his cozy flat. The soft glow of the lamps casts a warm, amber light across the room, but no amount of light could chase away the heavy tension in the air between you two.

You notice it immediately - his fidgeting. Harry’s not the type to sit still, but today, he’s especially restless. His eyes keep flickering toward his phone, then away again, and his fingers tap an anxious rhythm against the armrest. The weight of the past few days hangs in the space between you, the unspoken words filling the room like a thick fog.

You’ve noticed it. People’s comments, the sideways glances. How could you not? When you’re 19, and he’s 28, it feels like the world has a constant opinion about you and Harry. The age gap, they call it. They don’t understand how you can make it work - how he can be with someone so young, someone who hasn’t even lived fully yet. You’ve heard the whispers, seen the way people look at the two of you when you’re out in public. They don’t see what you see, what Harry sees.

But Harry? He’s always been the one to carry the weight of their judgment. And tonight, you can feel it even more than usual.

Finally, Harry sighs, his voice soft but heavy with worry. “Y/N, we need to talk.”

Your stomach churns at his tone, because you know where this is headed. His eyes meet yours, but there’s something distant in them, something that makes your heart sink.

“What’s wrong, Harry?” you ask quietly, your fingers reaching for his, trying to offer him some comfort, though you feel like you might need it just as much as he does.

He pulls his hand away, running it through his hair in frustration. “I don’t want you to get hurt,” he says in a low voice, as though he’s rehearsed these words a thousand times in his mind, trying to make them sound right.

Your heart beats faster, the sudden chill in his tone making you uneasy. “What are you talking about?”

He hesitates, looking down at his hands, the words tangled in his throat. “It’s just… everything. The age gap. The way people look at us. I can see it getting to you, and I don’t want that. I don’t want to be the reason you’re hurt by their bullshit. You’re young, Y/N. You deserve to be free of all this. Free of the judgment. You shouldn’t have to put up with it.”

Your chest tightens, and the words hit you like a punch in the gut. “You’re saying you want to break up?”

Harry looks up at you then, his eyes full of regret, pain, and something else. Fear. “I don’t want to, but I think it might be better for you. The longer we go, the harder it gets. And I can’t stand seeing the way people talk about us. It’s messing with you, and it’s only going to get worse.”

Your breath catches in your throat. You’ve heard him worry about this before, but never with this much finality in his voice. It feels like he’s already decided, and the idea of losing him, of losing this - your relationship, your connection, your love - makes your chest ache in ways you can’t even begin to describe.

You swallow hard, forcing the lump in your throat down. “I’m not the one who’s hurt by this, Harry. I know the comments. I hear the whispers. But I’m not going anywhere. Not because of some stupid age gap or because of what people think.”

He shakes his head, his voice cracking with emotion. “But I’m scared, Y/N. I’m scared that one day, it’s all going to get to you. I don’t want to see you get crushed by their judgement. I don’t want you to resent me for it.”

You stand up, feeling the anger and hurt surge in your chest. “Do you really think so little of me? Do you think I’m too weak to handle this? I love you, Harry. I chose you. I’m not some naive kid who doesn’t understand the consequences of this relationship. I know exactly what I’m doing. And I’m not going to let anyone make me doubt that.”

Harry looks up at you with wide eyes, as if your words are slowly sinking in, but doubt still lingers in the lines of his face. “But it’s not just about us, is it? It’s about everything else. The pressure, the constant comments, the whispers. It gets to you, Y/N. It has to.”

You take a step toward him, your eyes fierce and unwavering. “It does get to me sometimes. But you know what? That’s not your fault. And it’s not mine, either. We’re not responsible for other people’s opinions. We’re not here to live for them. We’re here for each other. And I’m not going to let you go just because it’s hard. That’s not what love is. Love isn’t giving up when things get tough. It’s fighting for each other.”

Tears well in Harry’s eyes, but he quickly blinks them away. “I just… I don’t want to hurt you. I don’t want to see you sad because of something I can’t control.”

You kneel down in front of him, lifting his chin so that he’s forced to look into your eyes. “Harry, listen to me. You are in control. You’re in control of us. And I love you. I love us. That’s the only thing that matters.”

He closes his eyes for a moment, taking a shaky breath, and when he opens them again, there’s something different there. Something more certain.

“I don’t want to lose you,” he whispers, his voice breaking, the rawness of his feelings spilling out.

“You won’t,” you reply firmly. “We’re in this together. No matter what people say, no matter how hard it gets, we’ll get through it. I love you, Harry. And that’s never going to change.”

He reaches for your hand then, his fingers trembling slightly, but his grip firm. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

You smile softly, brushing a lock of hair from his forehead. “Well, you don’t have to worry about that. We’re not going anywhere.”

For a long moment, he just looks at you, the words of doubt and fear starting to fade away, replaced by something more certain. Something that feels like hope.

You lean in, kissing him gently, your lips soft against his, a promise sealed with every touch. He responds slowly, his arms pulling you closer, and in this moment, you know that nothing - nothing - can break the bond you share. Not the age gap. Not the judgment. Not the noise of the world.

Because what you have is real. And it’s worth fighting for.

And as the kiss deepens, you know one thing for sure: you and Harry will always face everything together. No matter what.

[unpanzito]

Jeff's Deal.

2004.

Jeff ran away from his home after killing his parents, he ran and once safe, he walked down the dark path listening to the insects and animals that roamed the woods, he held the knife close to him, he squeezed the edge with his other hand, bleeding, but he didn't feel it. Jeff approached a tree and sat down, he was probably going to die freezing or something, so he laid down on the ground and closed his eyes, ready for everything to end soon.

A few seconds later he began to hear a very deep sound, like a voice with a very low and reverberated frequency. He looked around.

A dog appears from the bushes and approaches Jeff, sitting a few feet away from him. It has the hair pattern of a husky, but where there should be white hair it was red, and it disappeared as it approached the face, instead you could see its facial muscles, it had no nose, its eyes were round and had white irises. Its ears were small and folded, not like a regular husky's, and it had such an impossible smile.

Jeff had sat down and looked at the dog without knowing what to do, then he heard the voice again.

– Jeffrey... Woods...

Jeff still didn't know how to react. Was the dog talking to him? It's mouth wasn't moving, it was just panting non-stop. The voice was everywhere.

– You did things wrong. And you're going to hell.

– Does hell exist? – Jeff asks after a few seconds.

– Yes. And I don't want you to go there, that's why I have a deal for you... If you reject it, you'll go to hell and suffer for all eternity, if you accept it, you'll be able to rest in peace.

Jeff thinks silently.

– And what do I have to do?

– You have to finish what you've started.

– What is that?...

– You have to find out for yourself. If you accept the deal, you'll stay alive until you get what you're missing, and if you reject it, you'll go to hell as soon as you die, and it won't be long, it's freezing, there are animals everywhere, and you're bleeding non-stop. So… tell me, will you accept the deal?.

Jeff looks around and then at the dog in front of him. Jeff didn’t want to live anymore, but if dying meant suffering even more… what difference did it make?.

– I accept.

The trees began to shake frantically. The dog began to wag it's tail as if something made it really happy, he began to dig a hole in the ground quickly, Jeff got up from the ground scared. The hole the dog dug was soon big enough for a person to fit in. And so, something pushed Jeff towards it. Jeff fell and dirt began to fall on his body. Before he could even scream, he was buried.

This was translated using Google btw, I had it written some time ago. This can and will be changed around since I'm still working on the timeline.

(Jeff was around 16-17 when this happened)

[another-random-paradise]

Hello! Hope you are doing well :3

Could you do a reader x Slick? The reader races with Rusty the first attempt of the race and gets seriously injured due to Slick’s actions? Slick didn’t intend such an injury, only attempting to keep Rusty from racing. Some hurt/comfort as she tries to make things better and help take care of the injured reader, please!

Whatever it takes

Hi!! I had lots of fun writing this; it’s been a while since I wrote a proper fic :p hope you enjoy!!

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Slick accidentally severely injures Reader during the race, she didn’t intend for this.

Character: Slick

Format: One shot (1232 words)

Warnings: Mentions of crashing, injuries, and the hospital (referred to as a repairs shed since they’re trains)

Slick was surprised, to say the least, when she heard that Rusty already had a Race partner. It put a small dent in her plan, having planned to race with him and slam the brakes, but she managed. She hadn't bothered to find out who Rusty's Race partner is, instead focusing on coming up with a plan.

On the day of the race, she stood proud in the audience; everything was set up perfectly, oil on the Track Rusty planned to take, Electra and Greaseball had been informed where to stay clear, and both had already paid half up-front. Now she just needed to sit back and enjoy the action!...That was, until she saw who rolled up to the start line alongside Rusty. Panic crept in as she watched you get into starting position, this was not part of the plan, you were not meant to be anywhere near the tracks! 

She racks her brain in an attempt to find a way to stop this, but the oil is already spilled, and if she told the marshals she'd need an explanation as to how she knows - not to mention Greaseballs and Electras fury if she does. She barely registers the starting signal and the corresponding cheers around her, as she stands there with her face in her hands, trying not to let her panic show.

Rusty was known to be awfully kind, he'd probably uncouple you the moment he feels himself slip, and you'd be save. That is what she tells herself over and over as she watches the race, but she can't know that for sure, she could only pray to the starlight and watch.

It wasn't long till the moment came; Rusty took a turn on what he believed to be short cut, only to be met with unstable ground, making him loose his footing faster than he can react. Just as Slick had hoped, he uncoupled you as soon as he realised what was happening, but by then it was already too late. 

You two had been going faster than either of you was used to, and with the added oil, you weren't able to balance yourself in time. Slick could only watch as you fell of the Track onto the harsh ground a few meters below, Rusty following suit just shortly after . She wanted nothing more than to look away, to close her eyes and pretend that this was just a bad dream; but it seems her body doesn't want to listen, instead standing there as if frozen, as she watched the the crash displayed on the screen in front of her. Only after she watched you be brought away by the on-site repair trucks could she move again.

She pushed through the crowds of people, all who seemed to be talking  about the crash. She didn't bother to look where she was going, or who she was running into, just focused on making a beeline towards the repairs shed.

And here she is now, pacing in the waiting room as she had for at least an hour now. The repair trucks and anyone else working there must hate her by now, as she just kept asking them how you are over and over, not to mention her rambling away about her worries to anyone that would listen. It's unusual for the freight, known to be laid back, if not straight up mean at times, and most importantly: she was not usually one to talk about personal things, especially not feelings, and especially not to total strangers.

the cycle continues, until one of the doctors finally tells her that she can come see you now. She rushes into your assigned room faster than the engines cross the finish line, a chorus of sighs of reliefs follow behind her, from the exhausted staff who had to deal with her until now.

A wave of relief washes over her when she sees you, awake in your assigned bed. Though the feeling of relief is gone just as fast as it came, being replaced by the same guilt she felt when she watched the crash. You're wrapped in bandages, and hooked up to some of the machines. And it's her fault. 

She just stood there for a moment. All that pacing around, but now that she was actually confronted with you, all movement seemed impossible. Only after you weakly smile at her does she slowly approach you and sit down next to you.

She wanted to say something, anything, but she didn't know where to start. In the end, you beat her to it. "I know you caused the crash, Rusty told me." She froze, the, by now familiar, panic setting in again; do you hate her? she couldn't blame you if you did, but the thought still stung. "I just want to know why." The tone of your voice nearly killed her. You sounded sad and almost betrayed, rather than angry or enraged. How in Starlights name was she going to explain that?

She might as well say it as is, you were going to find out sooner than later anyways. "...It wasn't meant to get this out of hand, it was just meant to discourage Rusty from racing." She looked at the ground next to the bed, unable to look you in the eye, but she knew that didn't explain why she did it. "I was offered a lot of money, and the freight part of the yard has been getting budget cuts, and I-" The tanker was stumbling over her words, she had never been good at this kind of thing. She took a deep breath before continuing, "neither of you were meant to get hurt that badly, especially not you." 

If she could disappear, she would. She could only imagine what you must think of her - "I don't forgive you." - and that confirmed her worries. you didn't forgive her, why would you? She let her head drop. She was about to get up and give you the space you deserve, when you continued; "but i also don't hate you." 

What? She had to be dreaming, or maybe maybe she misheard you? It was clear you knew what she was thinking, though she didn't exactly attempt to hide it as she looked at you in shock. "I don't forgive you, but i also don't hate you," you repeated. "I don't fully understand it, and never will, but you had your reasons. But you have a lot to make up for. Both to me and to Rusty."

It took her a moment to truly comprehend what you said, nodding along as you talk. She could feel a small smile creeping onto her face alongside tears. She doesn't even remember the last time she cried, but so much had happened in such a short, it was nothing if not overwhelming. "whatever it takes." A promise that she planned to keep.

And she did. She, begrudgingly apologised to Rusty, under your watch to make sure she wasn't mean about, and then barely left your side during your recovery. You needed something? she was on it. Felt stiff? she may not be good at massages, but she was sure as hell going to try! i believe you can see where this is going - she planned to keep her promise and do whatever it takes to make it up to you. She got far to close to loosing you.

Thanks again for the request!! Hope my proper writing skills weren’t too rusty :p

Feedback is welcome, just be nice pls!

Have a nice day/night <33

[whereserpentswalk]

There are creatures that work on keeping the code of the universe stable, making sure the laws of physics are in order and everything.

Sometimes you'll see their work if you get to a place that mortals weren't supposed to get to. It might be something simple, just a blank texture, maybe a few unfinished assets, or objects they didn't want to place somewhere accessible, and usually a sign saying something like "you weren't supposed to be here." And if you're lucky, you might see one of the reality coders at work.

The reality coders have true forms that aren't really anything comprehensible to mortals, but when they're doing work inside of the universe, they take on bodies that apply well to their work. Usually something the reality coders find easy to work exist inside of, which tends to mean a combination of amphibian anatomy and mechanical parts, though a few go with something else for more specific goals.

Reality coders tend to be rather relaxed around humanoids. They don't see us as a threat. A few are annoyed by humanoids and will shew us away, and a few others like us and tend to give us little gifts when someone finds them. Most of the time they're just apathetic to humanity, and how you treat them will be determined by how you treat them. The gods that created the universe made them to maintain the laws of physics and their underlaying nature, they didn't plan any beings within the universe to have interaction with them. It's unlikely a reality coder is going to give you superpowers or anything, but if they're in the right mood when you meet them, they'll be quite interesting to talk to.

Some people call the reality coders angels. They don't like being called angels. Most of them have seen the entities that humans know as angels, so they really don't want to be compared to creatures like that.

Reality coders might also show up when there's a serious glitch in reality. Glitches in the laws of physics are rare, but when they do occur, they're a serious problem. And rare is pretty common when it comes to something as large as the universe. If you're the victim of a glitch and reality coders show up, they'll likely be the only thing that can save you, but it's not common for them to be nice about it. Listen to their instructions if you fall victim to a glitch or get caught in a glitched area, because they give out the type of warnings where they won't be the ones to create the consequences.

As for those who actively try to utilize game breaking glitches in reality, they tend to take those people out. Though people who create exploits, or who use smaller scale or helpful glitches are a subject they're more mixed on. Some of the reality coders have a hatred for anyone breaking the rules, some have a strange sort of respect for them, and others have an appreciation or fascination with them. Still, there's a reason why they haven't let anyone get their hands on time travel or ftl yet, though someday they may change their mind on that.

Reality coders are very powerful, perhaps the most powerful type of non-deity entity there is. The main reason people don't know their power is that they don't have much of a reason to utilize it. But if a demon or eldritch horror tries to fuck with reality coders, reality coders can take them out as easily as they would a human. Whatever powers other entities might have, reality coders have admin privileges.

[sweetlymorose]

In moments when she's alone, the darkness creeps in... like a glitch.

[fluffyhamstringswritingprompts]

The Sin of Greed

A warlock known for their library of powerful grimoires and magical items dies, and in their will, leaves the key to whoever can retrieve it from the monster in their basement. Many have tried and lost their lives trying. Little does anyone know that the monster is the sin of Greed, and it destroys anyone who wants the key for greedy purposes. You are a minor warlock who was living on the streets until several big names in magic forced you into the basement to retrieve the key for them.

[kkreadsstuff]

gonna sneak in a little one shot because my brain won't let me rest before i feed it good food 😭 it's "(What’s a kink?) Between Friends" (7.5K words) by morriganmercy!

me about morriganmercy:

after reading... *counts* four of their works, they have not let me down yet and i don't expect them to!the writing, the characterization, the tone, the narrative flow, the smut, the OC's....... bitch, it's all good!

summary:

“Oh, come on,” Blaise says. “What’s a kink or two between friends?” When a casual chat between co-workers (not friends!) reveals Hermione’s sexual compatibility with Malfoy, she quickly runs out of reasons to keep their professional relationship… professional.

tags: Post-War, Co-workers, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Dom/sub, Dom Draco Malfoy, Sub Hermione Granger, Praise Kink, Biting, Restraints, Sensor Deprivation. Blindfolds. Nipple Play, Degradation, Aftercare, Vaginal Sex. Porn With Plot; rating: explicit

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author's note: I did not tag this fic 'Bad BDSM Etiquette,' however, please note that they do not discuss any limits nor establish a safeword before beginning play. I think it is very clear from the text that everyone's boundaries are carefully respected and 'stop' would function perfectly well to end the scene, but I wanted to mention it in case that would be upsetting for anyone.

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and it's a one-shot SERIES! 👀💖 so i'm gonna call this my kinky lil' side quest until i get back into reading novel/epic length fics. so with all that being said, let's let the kinky times roll! 🤠

*this thread will contain spoilers for the story so turn back now if u don't wanna know what i know 👁👄👁*

[bookmothic-dyke]

Chest heaving. Heart thrumming. Panic burns the edges of her mind. Hooves crashing through gnarled roots, ears fluttering in a panic, and dark eyes, frantic. Blue-green smears pelt, as hungry maws camber down the hillside. She’s lost. The dark woods leave little light. As her scent trails behind, copper and sweet. Mud splattering.

Hunger mounting.

Fear sinking

The hind breying.

Eyes wide. She sees me.

Crunch.