#slic of life

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He followed her lead, watching as her starmallow reached the perfect shade of brown before she blew on it and popped it into her mouth.

"Are they safe for you to eat?" he asked skeptically, taking his own starmallow from the fire. He still wasn't entirely sure what he was dealing with here.

"Sure. It's mostly sugar and some gelatine," she replied with a casual shrug, even as he eyed her warily. He had heard her make similar assurances before, only to suffer the consequences of indulging in something she shouldn‘t have later.

"What's gelatine?" he asked.

"It's made from animal—you know what, just trust me, it's safe. Just try it," she urged.

— LadyLucksRogue, from To Light the Path Forward

[ghostofthemost141]

Pretty

Pt. 1 Pt.2 Pt.3

Pairing: Ghost x F!Reader, First POV, no use of (Y/N)

Word Count: 2,488

Themes: Angst, Self Loathing

About: After the end of the zombie apocalypse, the world may be back to normal, but your life is at a standstill as Task Force 141 works to try and find a reverse cure for your boyfriend Ghost.

Notes: This was inspired by a little drabble someone wrote here on Tumblr and when I went to try and find it, I couldn't find it so if someone finds it please let me know so I can give credit to them since this short is based off of that post. I also decided not to use (Y/N) for this one and instead everyone calls you Dolly, which means a gift of God that Simon gave you. Hope you enjoy!

How long does this have to go on for? I feel as if this is torture to keep him in here. I just want to reach in there and hold his hand, but it wouldn’t do me any good. It would hurt more, much, more. 

“‘Ou in here, Dolly?” A thick, accented voice came through, calling me by my nickname. 

“Hm.” I respond back, not taking my eyes off of him. 

It was Johnny, coming to check on me for the millionth time. It’s going to be the same old, same old so I don’t know why he even bothers at this point. Johnny stopped next to me, him standing and me sitting on the ground, as he stared into the incubator containment thing that was across the room. Every once in a while, he will make a groaning or growling noise at me, but that was it. 

“Dinner is ready. Price sent me to fetch ya.” Johnny told me. 

“Just do it without me.” I mumbled, not moving my eye contact. 

Johnny sighed in slight annoyance, but I ignored it. 

“You gotta come eat with us, Dolly. He wouldn’t want you to do that to yourself.” 

I tightly shut my eyes together, hearing what he used to sound like in my head, as if he was scolding me. But that voice would never come, for his husky, deep voice was replaced by deep gutter growls that don’t mean nothing but the fact that I am his next meal. 

You need to eat, love. S’not good for you to not eat.

I could almost hear him saying it, but it was just my mind playing tricks on me. 

“I just want to be alone, McTavish.” I strongly said. 

Johnny sighed, but remained where he was at. I wanted to yell at him, but I didn’t have the strength nor energy to do it. 

“We are still lookin’ and tryin’, you know that righ’?” 

I nodded in response, knowing what he was going to say. He says it every time he catches me in here. 

“I’ll save ya a plate.” 

Johnny finally turned and exited the room. It’s not that I didn’t mind the company, it’s just that I am tired of hearing the same old shit. 

“We are still lookin’ and tryin’, you know that righ’?” 

“It’s hard to find a cure, kid.” 

“We are doing our best.” 

“He will be cured soon.” 

Soon. Soon. I feel like they are just lying to me at this point. I know they are just trying to keep my spirits afloat, but how can you when the person you love the most is kept in solitude in order to prevent him from turning you? His eyes were a cloudy white instead of his normal bright, blue azure eyes. They’ve managed to keep his organs and body alive so when we do, or if we find a cure his body will be normal, as if he was never turned in the first place. It wasn’t the fact that he turned that scared me the most, it was the fact that as soon as Simon realized he was bitten, he tried to break his own jaw to prevent him from hurting us. In retrospect, he was doing it to protect us, but he only stopped when I was basically wrestling him to not do it, in case we found a cure. That was the last time his beautiful, piercing eyes looked into mine with so much emotion. Simon is stubborn and always wants to do things his way, but for once in his life, he listened to me. It wasn’t long after that he turned. I watched him turn and before he did, Simon made me promise that if he tried to hurt me, that I would stop him, by any means necessary. Ironically enough, and kind of funny, but Simon as a zombie is nothing compared to how slick and quick he is in real life. The rest of the task force was able to apprehend him before he could even come close to me and stick him in the incubator, where he has been staying in for the past month. I miss him so much. I never thought I would miss our miserable times out in the field or us sitting outside in the miserable freezing cold because it was the only time we could get some alone time together or even us sparring together. I just want Simon back. A deep grumble in my stomach brought me back to reality. Johnny is right. For once he is right. I stretched my arms and legs out, stood up on my feet, and began to walk out of the room. 

“Rrrrrrr..” 

A deep growl came from the incubator. I turned to find Simon leaning onto the glass, those clouded eyes piercing through my soul. 

“I’ll be back, Simon, I promise.” 

A deep hiss came from his throat, his arm reaching out as if he was trying to reach for me. I can’t watch this, it hurts me so much. I immediately walked out of the room, and shut the door behind me, hearing his growls grow louder. I don’t know if that is his way of trying to communicate with us or he is truly… I shook my thoughts away and made my way to the dining hall. 

~ 

I almost envy the guys. They can just pretend that everything is normal and there’s nothing going on, meanwhile my partner, the love of my life, is stuck in his own hell prison. They always try to uplift my spirits and sometimes it works, but on days like today, I’d rather be left alone than try and pretend that everything is okay. As soon as I was done eating, I just went into my room to go to sleep. I didn’t have the heart to go back into the incubator room. Whether or not he was still conscious in his mind, it still hurt me to see him like that. I like to think he is, but that honestly makes me feel worse knowing he is trapped in his own mind and body, while we aren’t even close to finding a cure. 

“Oh Si..” I grumbled, trying to contain my tears, “I’m so sorry.” 

The tears escaped my eyes, running rapidly down my face, as the memories of him and I came flooding back, from when he was human, before this apocalypse happened. I came to the task force two years ago and it is kind of embarrassing to say but I was head over heels for Simon as soon as I saw him. The more missions we did together, the harder I fell for him. Maybe it was his attitude, or the mask, or his accent, but I was falling hard. It wasn’t until one night were the entire task force had been drinking more than they should and Simon ended up following me back to my room that night. It was as if we had been together for years prior to that, we just clicked so much. We started dating in secret and it wasn’t until right before the apocalypse happened, that we were busted by Price. Of course he wasn’t happy about it, but by the time everything went down, he didn’t care at that point. Simon was protecting me when he got bit and it was my own damn fault. I wasn’t paying attention and Simon took the bite for me. He shouldn��t have. I should be dead right now and he should be alive. Not me, no, not me. I deserve it after all because Simon is the reason why he is trapped in his own body. We are never going to find a cure. And it is all because of-

*KnockKnock*

“Hey Doll?” 

Price. 

“Come in..” I mumbled. 

The door swung open, emitting the hallway light into my pitch black room. 

“Oh, blimey. You’re gonna ruin your eyesight in ‘ere.” Price commented. 

I just shrugged my shoulders in response. 

“Just came to check in on ya. I managed to get a hold of a base that's a bit of a drive, but it could be our chance.” 

“Are you for real this time?” I ask urgently. 

“As real as shiet, Dolly.” Price confirmed, earning a chuckle out of me. 

I sighed, with some relief in mind. 

“We will get ‘im back. I promised yous that a long time ago and I damn well intend to keep that promise. You hear?” 

“I hear ya, Captain.” I said. 

“Alright, goodnight, Dolly.” 

“Goodnight.” I softly said as Price shut my door, and walked off. 

There is some good in this life. I will soon have my Simon back and we will be back in each other's arms, cuddling, fucking, drinking tea, watching shitty rom-com movies, and much more. He will be back. He will be..

~

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…

…

..rrrrr

What? What the fuck was that? 

.rrrrrrrr.

I wanted to move but for some reason that noise paralyzed me into being still. It sounded familiar and that is what scared me the most. 

Rrrrrrrrrrr. 

It was louder and closer this time. Please don’t tell me-

Rahhhhhhhhh

I jolted out of bed, grabbing the hidden knife I have in my mattress and cornered it into my room. 

Rah..rah..

What the hell was this? Or who the hell was it? Keeping my eye on what it was, I slowly tip-toed backwards to my room light and flicked it on, my heart dropping. 

“What?” 

“How?” 

I mumbled out loud, seeing Simon standing there, staring at me with those hideous clouded eyes. 

“How did you get out?” I tearfully pleaded, knowing he can’t respond. 

Simon just stared, slowly stepping towards me, groaning in the process. I kept my knife in front of me, just in case. 

“Listen to me love. If I try to bite you, you end me no matter what? Do ‘ou understand?” 

Simon’s words echoed in my head, remembering what he told me. I didn’t want to do this, no, please don’t make me do this. 

“S-Stay away, please.” I croaked. 

Simon kept sauntering towards me, slowly and surely, his growls and moans getting louder the closer he got to me. Everytime he stepped forward, I stepped back. I needed to obey his words, but I couldn't. I can’t do it. 

“Simon. Please.” 

“Dahhhhh….” 

I could feel my whole body start to shake as I realized Simon pinned me into a corner. The closer he got, the more my heart raced. This is it. This was it. I am going to die. But I’d rather die than kill the love of my life. 

“Si..” 

I sunk down, dropped the knife, and held my face as he got up as close as he humanely could. 

“D-Don’t..p-please.” 

I sobbed, holding myself. 

“Doll..” 

What? Did he just.. No he didn’t, it’s all in my head. I am dead now, I just haven’t felt the pain yet of his teeth sinking into my-

“Dolllllyyyyy…” 

That time I heard it. That was real. Getting some kind of courage, I stopped hiding my face and looked up at him. Simon was leaning down, looking at me, but his face was different. The same clouded eyes were there, but it was as if he was marveling at me. 

“Simon?” 

“Dooolllllyyyyyy…” 

Dolly. He was calling me Dolly. My nickname he had given me when we first started seeing each other. I never knew Simon Riley would be expected to give someone a nickname but he did. His voice was deep and guttural, but I could hear his accent peeking out. 

“Simon, are you there?” I asked, standing up on my feet. 

“Rrrrrr….preeetttyyyy Dolllllyyyyy.” 

“Oh Si..” I leaned in, holding his cheeks. 

He still had most of his gear on, except he had his balenciaga mask on instead of his skull mask. I wanted to take it off so bad to really see his beautiful face, but it scared me to do so. Even though he was consciously still there, there was no telling what he would do out of his control. Tears ran rapid down my face, knowing that this confirmed my worst fear, that he was trapped within his own mind. 

“Dolllyyyyyyy..cryyyinnngggggg…” Simon growled out. 

I quickly wiped away my tears to not worry him. 

“No, no I am fine, Simon, I promise.” I reassured him. 

*BANG* 

“GET HIM!!” 

“RAAHHHHHHHHH” 

“NO DON’T-” 

In two seconds flat, Price and them busted in, angered Simon, and subdued him. The growls that came from Simon were so animalistic, as if he was no longer Simon. 

“He could’ve bit you!!” Soap shouted at me. 

“No, he recognized me! He called me Dolly!” I swore as Price, Gaz, and Soap were struggling to keep Simon contained. 

“This’ll do.” Price mumbled as he took out a serum that would knock his ass out. 

Simon saw it and cried out in animalistic rage, but the three of them managed to keep him on the ground. 

“Wait, wait, please!!” I screamed. 

The three men turned to me, waiting for what I was going to do next, but kept their arms and body weight on top of Simon. I got on my knees and approached Simon, who was thrashing around and growling at the three of them. 

“Si.” I call him, his cloudy eyes immediately locking with me. 

“We need to travel to get a cure, but we are almost there. I promise you.” I croaked, feeling the same tears and sadness returning. 

“Rr..rrr. Dolllyyyyy.” 

“Yes, I am Dolly. Your Dolly, Simon.” I comforted him, holding his cheek and running my thumb over the free skin that was on his face. 

The tears fell down my face, as Simon relaxed into my touch. 

“Pretttyyyyy..Dolllllyyyyyy.” 

Before I could even react, Price injected the serum into Simon, who didn’t even react and only kept his focus on me. 

“Dolll…yyyyy.” 

Simon’s cloudy eyes then shut and remained still. I could feel the three men look at me. 

“Fuck..” Gaz mumbled as he, Soap, and Price got off of the almost lifeless Simon. 

I had cried out all of the tears that were left in me. 

“Sweetie..” Price approached me. 

I raised my head up and looked at him, in which he had a very genuine smile on his face. 

“We gotta pack up now so we can head up ‘Orth and save your hubby.” Price told me. 

I chuckled hearing him call Simon my hubby, despite us not being married. 

“Yes, Captain.” I said, getting my composure together. 

Price grabbed my hand and helped me to my feet. I stared at the still Simon, who was breathing normally as if he was not what he was right now. But the thought of it being so close to him being back to normal, makes me so happy. We are nearly there, Simon, we are nearly there. 

“Alright, let’s load up gang.” 

END

[tylerlolong]

Slic of life.

[apollos-olives]

hello i have come to offer youtube recs!!

for video essays: shanspeare (discussion of popular current discourse), khadija mbowe (politics, race, feminism), mina le (pop culture, fashion), olisunvia (society, current discourse), salem tovar (social media)

for laughter: danny gonzalez, drew gooden, kurtis conner — a trifecta comedians who do all sorts of funny shit. good comedians, i promise. also drawfee (artists drawing different prompts together), and itsdivya (mostly booktok-related comedy)

slics of life: beau miles (australian filmmaker), linh truong (uni vlogger).

ive got a ton more, but these are more cotingent on having specific interest. hope it helps!

oh thank you so much! i really like kurtis conner so i'm glad you reminded me of him. i'll check these out when i have the time :)

[bee-dot-exe]

I watched Cellbo's Purgatory stream and knew I had to write about his interaction with Pac immediately but am finally getting around to it. I hope you are all as excited and enjoy it as much to read as I was to write. And thank you so much for helping translate @disfrutalakia you're an angel.

That's Just Wasteland, Baby

Angst. Blood. Fear. Murder. I'm so so so proud of this.

1,067 words

The ground where I stood was slick, as is expected, the land in my immediate vicinity was almost entirely made of ice, but it wasn't dangerously so, I could see the small bumps and ridges from natural formation or from being worn down for one reason or another, and felt it beneath my footing.

The sky looked almost like a pool of acid, not quite chartreuse, like the warning label of radiation nearby.

I straightened out the slightly crooked gas mask on my face in the brief moment where Baghera and I could breathe without being in the presence of another victim.

There had already been several, both of our weapons had crimson tears dripping down and onto their pointed teeth, still starved and begging to be buried into flesh and bone.

The smell of iron and decay hung heavy in the air as we both breathed, before something caught my eye, a speedboat with a small group inside, and the race continues.

"Oh Pac! Come here, sweetheart!"

I screamed into the stale air and across the water. They all got out and stepped onto shore seconds after I shouted that.

Baghera and I chased the footprints left behind by our former teammates and finally reached Gumi, who screamed as the chainsaw of my companion barred its ever bleeding teeth and ripped into her body.

"Cellbit! No no no. Please!"

I knew that voice, I knew that exclaim, I knew the owner of that pleading.

"Baghera, save that one for me, please."

Of course she did, but she still took him to the side, my ears catching snippets of their conversation as I had my own with another member of the group. Her voice was thick and soft like honey, but also tilted in a way that her lies and general presence were a bit easier to swallow.

"Pac! No no no. Don't run away. It's okay. I missed you. How are you?"

His physical form and voice shook as he begged for life, for mercy, for forgiveness in his native tongue.

"You don't want to talk? Oh but why? If we don't talk I'll just have to kill you instead."

"I don't want to talk. Don't kill me. Please."

"No, don't run, it's okay. Maybe you can bring me another leader and I won't kill your team, hm? What do you think? Which team leader would you like to see die tonight?"

I could practically hear the metaphorical wheel in Pac's mind spinning and searching for an answer.

"Etoiles."

"Oh Etoiles has to die? You are asking me to kill one of my blood? One of my family?"

He stuttered and pleaded some more before I looked in his direction and away from my conversation.

"Is that you Pac?"

The person I had been conversing with, JVNQ, tried to interfere.

"No, no."

"Hey Pac!"

"It is Pac, it is."

"Hey Pac!"

"It is him, it is. You can kill him, let's kill him."

"Queridinho, we're here, in purgatory."

"I have killed him once."

"I'm scared."

"I killed him once already in front of you."

"No."

"Are you up to die for him?"

"Do you want to for Bolas?"

JVNQ stepped in front of a still shaking Pac and made himself a barrier of sorts as I approached my former companion.

"Jotinha, please no. Guys, I'm the leader, I'm the leader. You can kill me."

I grabbed JV's wrist and pushed him away towards my companion with the chainsaw for a little chat and stood directly in front of Pac.

"Hey Pac. There is no time in purgatory. Hey Pac, jotinha, remember how you left me stuck on the island?"

"I didn't leave anyone stuck on the island. For God's sake, it was a Guaxinim thing. He's here too."

"Guaxinim is here?"

"He is. Please. I didn't do anything."

"Hm, I will try to find him later and talk to him then, I miss him."

Pac was trembling nearly out of his skin.

It seems he started off his little trip to this slice of hell wearing a suit. His shirt, which appeared to have started this journey crisp and cotton white but was now more of a beige as it had become a menagerie of grime and blood and overall existence, had the sleeves folded and rolled up to his elbows.

The deep blue jacket was tied around his waist by its arms.

The bits of his hair that were not plastered down by sweat or in sections crusted with blood stood in several directions.

"I'll give you one choice Pac. If you don’t want to die, kill JV in front of me."

"No!"

"Now. The only way for you to survive is if you kill JV."

"I don’t want to, please, I don’t want to."

I brought up the knife I had been using to help diminish the island of my former teammates, companions, family to Pac's face.

I teased and ran the tip of the blade across his cheekbone.

There was a scar about the size of your fingertip underneath his left eye, oh but it would look so much prettier reopened, what if I just the weapon slip?

I'll give it to him, Pac was doing a great job at trying to hide his reaction, but his eyes still glossed over with tears ever so slightly as beads of carmine bubbled to the surface.

"You prefer to die in his place?"

"No no no, I don’t want to, I don’t want to."

"I think the choice was already made for me then."

"No!"

Pac started to reach for me with that final exclamation, his still shaking hand with dirt and blood practically embedded in the lines of his knuckles and under his nails just making contact with my shoulder, when I cut off any conversation or train of thought he may have still debated putting out there with a jab and twist of the blade to his torso.

A small river of vermilion still ran from his cheekbone and collided with a new steadily growing trail at the corner of his pale lips.

His cloudy eyes still shined faintly with tears and dimmed considerably.

His already barely there hand that had been making contact slipped easily along with the rest of him and into a heap on the ground.

What a pity.

The game should continue until there is a winner though, no?

[johannestevans]

New Works Update - 17/02/2023

Good morning!

Time for a round-up - I've had a bunch of new works published the several weeks, and I also have a bunch of new media recs.

Media Recommendations

The Quiet Girl (2022, dir. Colm Bairéad) - This is a new Irish release and was Oscar-nominated, and it's honestly a beautiful little film - it's primarily as Gaeilge with a little English mixed in, and it's so full of love and care and compassion. It's big childhood autism feels and delves so much into being seen and cared for by adults outside of your actual parents, and how assuring that is whilst also not being the same? Another Irish release was obviously The Banshees of Inisherin (2022, dir. Martin McDonagh), which is set on an Irish island in the early 20th century, and it's also very real on top of being bitingly funny, and I loved it.

Nanny (2022, dir. Nikyatu Jusu) - This movie fucking slaughtered me, it's so incredibly crafted and the end reveals hit me like a ton of bricks. It's about a Senegalese woman who takes up nannying work in Manhattan wanting to save money to also bring her son over from Senegal - it's haunting and there's layers of creepy, supernatural happenings on top of the casual racist cruelty and self-centredness of the people around her, especially the parents of the child she's looking after.

M3GAN (2022, dir. Gerard Johnstone) - I fucking loved this movie, I've seen it a bunch of times in a few weeks. I was really excited when I saw it was being released, and it was honestly even more fun than my expectations. It makes some great critique of AI and commercial AI projects, and while there's some comedy and wry jokes in this, it doesn't take away from the emotional punch of the commentary on children's lack of autonomy, childhood loneliness and isolation, and the avoidance of caregiving responsibilities. I have a non-fiction piece written on this one below!

New Non-Fiction Published

M3GAN and a lonely child: M3GAN (2022) on child neglect and avoiding one’s caregiving responsibilities

“She’ll take care of the little things, so you can spend more time doing the things that matter.”

A 10k essay delving into themes of caregiving and neglect in M3GAN (2022) across Gemma and Cady, Celia and Dewey, and Holly and Brandon.

On Medium / / On Patreon

Fast "Who am I?": A Fun Game to Play with Friends

A silly fun game to play rapidly with your friends and loved ones in 2023.

On Medium / / On Patreon

New Fiction Published

Erotic Short: Used

A captain makes use of his cabin boy early in a morning.

1.7k, rated E, cis M/trans M. More of Captain Ian Chisholm and Lluw! Featuring somnophilia, D/s, anal sex, size difference and size kink, mild objectification, quiet sex, and then threats of fisting.

On Medium / / On Patreon

Erotic Short: Coaxed

An adventurer helps a drider through his rut by taking his clutch of many, many eggs.

4.6k, rated E, giant M spider/trans M half-elf. Amaethon is a half-elf who combines sex work with adventuring to create wonderful monsterfuckery - I think I might do more with him because this was great fun.

This erotica is deeply weird, and I'm delighted to introduce it: featuring oviposition and inflation, cervical penetration, huge size difference, huge belly bulging, body horror (including threats of bursting/popping), banter between a predator and prey, overstimulation, venom/drugs, suspension bondage.

On Medium / / On Patreon

Slice-of-Life/Romance Short: Hit Me

A blackjack dealer notices a lonely young man.

1.7k, rated T. Just some quiet companionship and bonding over loneliness in the early 1800s.

On Medium / / On Patreon

Erotic Short: Backfire

Two witches work off steam after a spell backfires.

Rated E. 650w. Featuring vaginal sex, huge size difference, belly bulges, rough sex, D/s.

On Medium / / On Patreon

Romance Short: Hungry

A journalist observes a hunter skinning a deer.

1.5k. Just a bit of romance and slice-of-life between a hunter and a journalist observing his work.

On Medium / / On Patreon

Slice-of-Life Snippet: Doze

Just a little Christmassy snippet!

On Patreon

Erotic Short: Sheathed

A young man uses his coach’s mouth.

1.2k, cis M/M, rated E. Featuring blowjobs with throat-fucking, size difference, gagging, mild objectification, rough sex, coming in pants, and age difference.

On Medium / / On Patreon

Romance & Comedy Short: Hitting the Books

A young man returns to his old school to teach, and attempts to pursue his old history teacher.

Rated M, 12.6k, cis M/M. A man returns to his old school to teach, and also returns to his old school crushes.

Obviously there's a big age difference here and a teacher fucking his ex-student, some implied BDSM, some daddy issues, some sex at work, et cetera. Adapted from a TweetFic.

On Medium / / On Patreon

Erotic Short: Running the Table

A trans man is the favourite pocket on the pool table.

Rated E. Cis M/trans M/cis M. 4k. Featuring consent play with a prenegotiated rape roleplay, object insertion (not sanitary, not safe, just sexy), double penetration, begging, tears, size difference, age difference, lots of anal play, belly bulging.

Jock and Phineas first appeared in Centre Pocket, where Jock initially makes the threat of the pool balls.

On Medium / / On Patreon

Horror Short: Green Thumb

A farmer tries to impress his new neighbour.

2.6k, rated M. A chicken farmer tries to impress his new neighbour by growing him some flowers, but everything that he grows dies. Adapted from a TweetFic.

On Medium / / On Patreon

Slice-of-Life Short: Tomorrow

A shop worker takes sandwiches to some engineers.

Just a little bit of slice-of-life, 800w!

On Medium / / On Patreon

Serial Update: Rescue Dogs

Chapter Fourteen. Cecil goes to therapy. It's been a hard week.

On Medium / / On WorldAnvil

Erotic Short: Fresh Bounty

A bounty hunter takes a young wizard to the king's court.

1.7k, rated E, cis M/trans M! Power play with a lack of negotiation, but fully consensual enthusiasm for it, cockwarming, threatened overstimulation, D/s, implications of public use, and sex on horseback!

On Medium / / On Patreon

Slice-of-Life Short: Little Crush

A muscle man has a crush on the boss’ new secretary.

1k. Just a tiny bit of slice-of-life, a member of the Pike family crushing on Gellert Osgodby!

On Medium / / On Patreon

Fantasy Romance Short: The Mermaid and the Dockworker

A merman saves a fisherman from drowning, once.

4k, rated T. Just a cute one here with a merman who saves a fisherman from drowning, and the fisherman saving him back! There are descriptions of fear and drowning in this, but no other particular content warnings.

On Medium / / On Patreon

Romance Short: Something Sweet

A woman sometimes takes a moment to watch a baker at work on her morning commute.

870w, F/F. Just a little slice-of-life and crushing on a stranger!

On Medium / / On Patreon

Horror Short: Wild Country

A young woman walks home on a foggy night.

3k, Gen, rated T. First person POV, originally posted on /r/NoSleep.

On Medium / / On Patreon

Serial Update: An Uncommon Betrothal

Chapter Fifteen! Alexos and Harry have Larry between them. Literally.

It's just porn in this chapter - Alexos and Harry spitroasting Larry Kidd and showing him a VERY good time.

On Medium / / On WorldAnvil

[darkdoverpseeker]

I forgot to include my age last time, so excuse me for the double post!

Heya, everyone, I'm looking for new RP partners for Omegaverse plots. I'm leaving a brief description of my play style below, so if it picks your interest, just hit me up on Discord and we can set something up!

I'm He/Him, 21+, so you gotta be legal age as well, since all my plots include NSFW. Dark themes may be present 🕊️

I only play MxM and with OCs. The only exception to the OC rule is Tartaglia x Zhongli pairing, which I love, and I'd gladly play Omega!Tartaglia

I can play any dynamic (Alpha, Beta or Omega). I also do polyamorous settings, such as 2 Alphas x Omega or Alpha x 2 Omegas

I can play secondary chracters and pairings. Just ask!

I play a variety of themes, they can be either fantasy or modern life. Just not much a fan of futuristic scenarios. My plots can vary from post apocalypitc exploration adventures (which I have a nice plot for) to a simple modern slic of life. (I can also dive into darker and taboo plots, including things such as abuse or non-con. Just ask first).

I like RPs that have a nice balance between story and smut. And I usually don't like sticking to only vanilla kinks. Just like I need an exciting story to keep me going, the kinks shall do their part as well. I'm almost limitless when it comes to that, and can play lots of them, including musk, scenting, breeding, clawing, snowballing, spanking, hair pulling, degradation, etc

I like medium length of replies. Not one liner, not novella.

I play on Discord. If you want to reach me out, just send a DM to Rhyme#5126

Rhyme#5126

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[evilwickedme]

I really enjoy your ao3 works! Do you mind telling me what your plans are for the future? Any WIPs or aus 👀

oh my gosh thank you!! yeah I'm working on a bunch of things right now and none of them are really getting done lmao, you know how it is

for marvel rn I have one active WIP called all you need to know about gwen stacy. It's very much in its infancy but it's a spiderverse based spider-gwen story and it's going to be hopefully my longest gwen story yet, not that that's really impressive everything I've written with her as the main character has been pretty short. I also have Break It Fic on the backburner; that has two chapters up and has for months now and I don't see myself going back to it anytime soon, but I do want to finish it for real! also I hope to write a fic for valenpool over the next week or so and publish it on valentine's day (get it?), should be a short fluff fic, maybe two thousand words at most. it's going to be called Dead Valentine I got the name from a convo with @waterme-stories regarding valenpool's ship name thanks again

for the witcher I have a number of incomplete fics but the only two that are still actively on my mind are the yennskier post s2 get together which only has one chapter left and an outsider POV oneshot that honestly might not get published if I don't finish it by the time s3 comes out. I have a few pages of it and it's based basically on the fact that Geralt's reputation really does live and die on Jaskier's song - so what does that look like for some random villagers in an unimportant town? I wanted it to be a spiritual successor to one of my most successful fics, in which an entire university faculty becomes far too involved in Pankratz and Vengerberg's love life, which is another outsider POV for the witcher fandom although it's a modern au and this one isn't

dc is obviously my main fandom rn and I have a bunch of projects for that! I'm still working on my before and after fic series and that has a few fics in progress. the mental health fic already has two chapters up and the final chapter has about a paragraph written, and I've also got a sequel fic nicknamed the therapy fic with no outline and about two pages written. I actually don't know if the therapy fic will actually end up seeing the light of day since the mental health fic has received lukewarm attention at best and I'd rather focus my attention on things that will actually be liked. there's also probably going to be a silly little oneshot that introduces cass to jason in the before and after universe, it's a bit of a retcon but I don't really think it matters since it's meant to be lighthearted. and if I still have any steam at all after all of that, there's also another short multichaptered fic planned for the series that focuses on damian, but that's a real question mark we have to see how I feel when I get there

I've also offhandedly mentioned my jealousy timkon au which is loosely inspired by this fic and has established timber with kon coming back into tim's life and sort of messing everything up. I like making my favs suffer idk what to tell you. it's a no capes college au with childhood friends to strangers to friends to lovers and I'm actually going to break form and there will be no cheating! I've written a lot about cheating in the past but this is going to remain in the realm of longing. there's about a page and a half written of this and I have some vague ideas of where I want it to go but I haven't even decided if I'm going for a oneshot or not. probably not but if so it'll end up my main fic for a while so I want to at least get the mental health fic and the valenpool valentine's day piece done by then

and finally I have two pieces of smallville fic I'm planning on writing, probably after I've done my lecture in april (assuming it'll get accepted but I haven't been told no in three years, so). I've actually detailed both of them already but if you missed it the first one I came up with is a post s10 slice of life fic, ignoring the arrowverse Crisis plot cause it's bullshit and clark wouldn't give up his powers, and ignoring s11 comics cause I haven't read them. the second one has a detailed outline in an ask from earlier this month and it's my fix it for lana's send off in season eight cause fuck that plotline

so yeah that's everything on my mind! obviously this isn't exactly a small amount but I'm hoping to start finishing things and stop starting them any day now (he said, lyingly)

[thisisanewaccount]

looking for a 21+ roleplay partner. I'm looking for fandom less ocxoc mxm. I want to play a young single father. I don't have any ideas for a plot, but I'd like to do something a little more than slic-of-life. like maybe supernatural, with vampires and demons. Something that puts them in danger and they have to protect each other.

[jobustad]

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[hardynwa]

Nigerians have no business with poverty – Catholic Bishop

The Catholic Bishop of Ekiti Diocese, Most Rev. Felix Ajakaye, on Thursday declared that there was no justification for Nigerians to be poor, saying the country is blessed with enormous resources enough to make the citizens lives more abundantly. Ajakaye called on political leaders in Nigeria to eradicate poverty in the country, live by example and make citizens welfare central to their hearts and programs. Bishop Ajakaye, noted that governments both at states and Federal level, should put in place measures to ensure that Nigerians live a life of dignity in human persons. Ajakaye made the remarks at the graduation ceremony of vocational skills trainees and distribution of Start-Up Kits for 400 persons trained by Caritas Nigeria, in Ekiti State. The Non-profit organization established by the Catholic Bishops’ Conference of Nigeria, with the theme: “Building Sustainable Livelihoods in Vibrant Community (B-SLiC) Project, was held at the Pope John Paul II,  Pastoral Centre,  in Ado-Ekiti, Ekiti State capital. Also, speaking Rev. Fr. Babangida Audu, the Deputy Executive Secretary, Caritas Nigeria, and Bishop Ajakaye, both urged Nigerians, the government and the citizens, to work together to ensure that poverty is eradicated, due to the abundant natural resources deposited in the country. “Nigeria has no reason to be poor, but sadly enough, we are still far away from good governance, bad roads, unemployment, and poverty in the land” The religious leaders noted that there is failure in the society, pointing to the fact that both government and citizens should be blamed in this regard. “If we want to eradicate poverty in Nigeria, we can do it, but our government and citizens must mean it, not about the government alone, let everybody be involved in the process. “Government should be able to provide an enabling environment, where people can be able to help themselves and create an environment where people can learn skills. “Citizens on their own should be willing to take up their responsibilities. Government cannot cater for all, but if you show your skills and develop interest, it will be better for society. The clerics commended the donors’ agency for the empowerment of the less privileged in the society in Ekiti State for the (B-SLiC) project. The Director of Humanitarian Service, Caritas Nigeria, Nkese Udongwo, said the idea is to train the vulnerable on life skills for people to generate income for themselves and the community. According to her, they were trained in tailoring, beads/bag making, shoe making, carpentry, phone repairs, aluminum, electrical, mechanic and catering works”.  They all went home with their certificates and start-up kits. The Chairman, Ado-Ekiti local government, Chief Bosun Osaloni, called on the beneficiaries to make good use of the “Start-Up Kits” presented to them, cautioning them not to sell them, but to use them to get out of poverty. Read the full article

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[cuberol]

Tipo: Ofrezco rol y busco contactos. Resumen: Tengo tiempo sin encontrar rol que me llame la atención como antes y estoy en búsqueda de nuevas alternativas. Como soy una ignorante en tumblr lo pensé mucho antes de mandar este mensaje. TAGS: PB ficticio / OC / Hentai (sí, hentai) / Sobrenatural / Slic of life / Rol con sistema (FATE, PbtA, D&D 5e) Método de contacto: Discord Maeve#0720

Gracias y mucha suerte, @maeverol.

Pido disculpas por saltarme mi propia regla de sólo colocar las búsquedas en mi página de "Contactos" pero, como hace mucho que nadie hacía uso de ello, aprovecho este mensaje para recordar que sigo actualizándola y pendiente de este y, cómo no, de mi apartado de "Novedades" al que también han enviado publicidad y actualizado como los dioses del rol mandan.

¡Ah! Que ya se me olvidaba a mi hablar y recomendar mí "Listado" con todos los foros de pb ficticio activos de este mes.

Buen inicio de fin de semana =)

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Melissa chuckles. "I will be sure to mention to Katrina your opinion of her family. That should be interesting to see at the wedding reception..."

Theodora laughed at Melissa's statement for a few seconds. Her laugh tapered off as she shifted her gaze to look at Dieter. She didn't need to say anything, the look on her face said everything she wanted. Behave, Dieter.

Melissa, now satisfied she has defended Katrina's family, goes quiet.

Alaric sits, listening politely, as though the conversation were about the weather or some other inane topic.

When Dieter finishes, Alaric simply nods, and says, "I will send you the contact details of Colonel Asena Liška, the head of SLIC - military intelligence. Coordinate with her." He pauses, and takes a deep breath, before speaking again.

"And, most importantly, Director. If this ends up needing to occur, it must be done with as little disruption and violence against the citizens of the realm in question - following the proposed New Ares Conventions - as possible. Not only does such restraint achieve the practical goals of engendering good will to the Star League, and making the new conventions attractive to potential Star League members... it is also quite simply the right thing to do. The death or displacement of civilians is antithetical to the Clan way of life - a genuine and wasteful tragedy, and something I have been raised by the Clans to abhor - and so it shall be for the new Star League. We are to protect the Inner Sphere, not lead them to ruin. I now trust you and Asena with that task."

In the moments of silence that followed, Dieter looked at the ilKhan's face, for signs that Alaric was simply playing a part - the dictator feigning concern for his people to appeal to the masses. Something that would tell him that Alaric was just the same ruthless Clan warrior so many - that Dieter - believed him to be.

Dieter, in that moment, could find nothing but sincerity.

The halls of The Court of the Star League were a strange place, Dieter reflected.

They were, on the one hand, much like the halls of an austere courthouse, off-white marble and soaring ceilings, vast windows placed high on the walls to flood the space with natural light and dramatic shadows.

On the other hand, however, were the details that made it feel more personal, warm and welcoming. The wood panels, all harvested from the local area. The warm, plush seats lining the hallway. The paintings on the walls, which were rumored to have been chosen by the First Lord personally.

As his boots click against the mosaic floor depicting scenes from the SLDF Exodus, he pats the sword at his belt, grateful for its presence. After all, he'd need it's reassurance for the meeting to come.

If he'd thought getting into the outer wings of the Court was a laborious process, he'd been wrong. To merely *enter* into the same wing of the building as the IlKhan, he'd had to undergo three security checkpoints, an interview, two X-ray scans, and a careful examination of all his credentials. All in all, it had taken more than an hour, but in due time, he was ushered back into the private wing of the First Lord, and told that Alaric Ward was expecting him.

In time, he came before the door to the sitting room he was told that Ward would meet him in, an elegant thing of dark wood, so dark as to almost black, engraved with patterns and carvings so fine as to be almost invisible against the dark finish.

For a moment, Dieter paused, his hand inches away from knocking on the door. For precious seconds he hesitated there, the churn of apprehension in his gut like a physical sickness in its intensity.

What would he say? What could he say? Face-to-face with his Father's murderer, with the man he now served, with the man who was perhaps the Inner Sphere's best hope for peace and prosperity-

Before he could let himself go into the maddening spiral that was sure to follow, he let his hand fall against the door, with the crisp report of knuckles on hard wood.

@is-the-battlemech-cool-or-not

[jeffdraws]

What’s something that you wish for?

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