#so you have to go along with the dialogue

[ghoulishhx]

um so i was the one who requested frank x switch!reader and JESUS CHRIST im gnawing at the bars of my enclosure

i would love perhaps a part two? 🤭🤭

(ps, calling frank a good boy???? is all i need in life. yes ma’am thats my good boy right there without a doubt)

EHEHEHE I LOVE YOU THANK YOU FOR ENABLING ME OH MY GODDDD

ok this may not be for everyone, idk how the general frank fanfic enjoyer feels about kindaaq subby!frank but im giving the people (me) what they (i) want. enjoy this absolute self indulgent smutfest!!

18+ MDNI !!

My Masterlist!

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Pairing: Frank Castle x Fem!Reader

Content Warning: a big steaming pile of smut, switch!afabreader, edging, orgasm denial, unprotected p in v sex (no creampies in this but still don't do this irl), dirty talk, praise, use of restraints, choking

Tags: had some help with dialogue from my wife @carbonfiction , also my other wives @nogoodbee and @yur1addict were along for the ride

Wordcount: 2.1k

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✦ use your words

“You trust me, right Frankie?” you whisper into your boyfriend’s ear as you wrap your arms around his neck, peppering kisses along his jawline, trailing to his neck and chest. Your innocent, doe-like demeanor as you bat your eyelashes at him makes a groan hitch in his throat. 

“Depends on what’s runnin’ through that pretty lil head, sweet girl.” he growls, wrapping his fingers in your hair, tugging softly eliciting gasps from you. 

Your arms run down his body and stop at his belt, his jeans the only item of clothing between you and ecstasy. Your mind fixates on the leather hoisting the garment around his waist. Your fingers toy with the material, running your fingers along his waistband. 

He raises his eyebrow at your fixation, confused at where you’re going with this.

“You’ll like it Frank, don’t worry.” you mumble as you push him onto the bed, straddling him as you begin unbuckling his belt.

“Doll, what are ya-”

“Shh Frankie.. Lemme make you feel good, okay? Lemme have my fun with you.” you kiss his neck as you unsheathe the belt from his denims. You push your fingers through his belt loops, pulling him closer to you briefly, before you push him down onto his back. You begin running your hand across his prominent bulge, palming him through the fabric as he groans. “Lemme take what I want,” you coo as you grind your desperate core into his thigh, “Take what I need.”

You use your hands to grab his larger ones, pushing them together as you wrap his belt around his wrists. He opens his mouth to protest, but you stop him with a grin.

“You want me to feel good, right Frankie?” you tilt your head to the side with a mischievous glint in your eyes, pouting at him. 

“Kinda question is that doll, course I do,” no matter how hard he tries, he can’t say no to you, especially with that pout on your face. “Just confused s’all..”

“Nothin’ to be confused about Frankie, I know what I’m doin’.” you wink as you continue tightening the leather, bounding him tight as you raise your handiwork to your face, kissing his knuckles as you bend over him, pushing his hands above his head. His eyes don’t leave you as you do this, watching intently as his breathing intensifies. The action rubs his bulge deliciously into your sex, making your breath hitch in your throat.

“Shit.. so fucking hard for me baby.. So handsome.” you coo as you place your lips on his forehead before sitting back up. The sight before you makes your clit throb, Frank Castle, the fucking Punisher, bound beneath you and enjoying it.

He can't help but blush at your words, trying his hardest to be nonchalant and fight his body's reaction to you taking power. You push down your hips into his, eliciting groans from him at the sensation, you bite your lip to subdue whimpers from escaping your mouth. 

You can't help but giggle as you slip down from him, removing your clothes slowly until you're bra-less and only wearing a lacy thong. His favourite. It takes every bit of self restraint for Frank to not tear his way out of his restraints and feel your body, run his calloused fingers across each of your curves, tasting every inch of you with his tongue, but he's intent on allowing you to continue. Allowing you to take what you need, trusting you to do whatever you want. 

You play with your breasts in front of him as you smirk, watching his cheeks flush from need. The effect you're having on him floods your panties as you tug and twist at your pebbled nipples. 

“So fuckin’ beautiful baby.. shit” he darkly groans, his cock twitching in his jeans. Placing your hands on the waistband, you tug them off and allow the clothes to pool at his feet. Your eyes lock onto his dick, straining against the fabric of his underwear, leaking into the cotton. 

Your fingers begin stroking his member, tracing his prominent veins and frenulum teasingly, your touch so soft it's barely there. However Frank being as aroused as he was, it felt like heaven. He can't help but buck his hips into your touch, chasing friction. 

“My eager boy, shh baby tell me what you want.” you coo, retracting your hand from his sex, trailing your nails along his bare thighs, making Frank shudder at the feeling. He groans at the loss of contact. “Use your words baby.”

“Shit don’t make me beg, doll.. Fuck..” he mumbles, tugging at his wrists, rutting his hips into the air desperately. 

“Use your manners Frankie..” you taunt, pulling your thong to the side as you hover above his length. “Isn’t that what you always tell me, hmm? Say please baby and I'll give you what you want.”

His jaw tightens, realising this little game you’re playing, you completely switching the power dynamic on its head. His eyes roll to the back of his head as you push his leaking red tip between your folds, grinding on him, pushing him between your swollen lips. His cock collects your slick as your juices mix together, his precum intertwining with your wetness. His head thrusts deliciously over your bundle of nerves. You can’t help but moan around his length, desperate to fuck yourself on him but enjoying having complete power over him that much more. 

“Gonna be polite f’me baby? Gonna use your words?” you lean down, pressing your lips along his jawline, licking stripes along his skin. Your touch is borderline overwhelming, Frank is utterly helpless, unable to feel your soft, plush skin with his calloused hands. His desperation is unwavering, he can no longer subdue the whimpers threatening to escape his throat. Your cunt just feels too good enveloping his cock. 

“P-please.. Please baby, I-I need ya. Need ya so bad.” Frank gives in, his desire consuming him as you grin inches from his face.

“That wasn’t so hard was it Frankie? My good boy, I’ll give you what you need, baby.” you croon, leaning back as you wrap your right hand around his neck, pushing his length inside of you with your left. Your jaw falls slack as he fully sheathes himself inside of you, filling you to the brim. Frank needily starts thrusting his hips into you, chasing the pleasure he’s so desperately craving. You tighten your grip around his neck, eliciting a growl from his throat.

“Eager tonight aren’t we?” you laugh, halting his movements. You relish in the way he pants beneath you, chest heaving from being denied the pleasure he needs. “I wanna take my time with you, is that ok?” you place a kiss on his forehead as you begin gently rocking your hips. You throw your head back, taking your lower lip between your teeth as you bite down, your thumb rubbing comforting circles on Frank’s throat as you run your free hand down his chest, inching towards your needy clit.

“Fuck doll, ‘m not gonna last much longer.. Y-you feel too good..” his back lightly arches from the bed, tensing as he feels his orgasm quickly approaching. 

“Mhm, the feeling’s mutual Frankie.” your pace quickens as you bounce up and down on his length, rubbing harsh circles around your bundle of nerves, swirling your slick across your pussy. “Fillin’ me up so good, such a good boy f’me.” you whine as his tip nudges your spongy spot. “Lemme have it Frankie, cum for me. Fill me up baby.” 

Your permission sends jolts of electricity up his spine, he’s so close to ecstasy. He starts rutting his hips up to match your pace, his movements relentless. 

“Just like that baby, fuck don’t sto-”

Silence. Your motion comes to a complete standstill as you pull yourself off of his cock in a rapid motion.

You can’t help but allow a mischievous grin to smother your face as you watch Frank whine at the loss of pleasure, his orgasm denied, cock and balls twitching hopelessly.

“Fuckin’ hell babygirl, I was so fuckin’ close, what the-”

“Shh Frankie, ‘m not done with you yet.” you trail your hands across his body as you kneel before him between his thick thighs, back arched and ass up as you come face to face with his purplish tip. His dick is covered in a sweet mixture of your fluids, you can’t help but drool as you playfully run your tongue from his balls to his mushroom head. 

Frank’s whole body jerks beneath you, the overstimulation from being so severely edged stunning him. His hands are still bound above his head, despite how much he wanted to break free and wrap his fingers in your hair, he loved how much you were enjoying being in control, so he kept his wrists there and he’d be damned to try and break free. Anything for his girl.

“You taste so fucking good Frankie, filling my mouth already with just your precum.” you softly speak as you begin bobbing your head up and down his cock. The noise that erupts from Frank’s mouth is primal, groaning louder than ever before. You can’t help but smile around his length, your effect on him is dizzying.

It’s not long before Frank’s impending orgasm, the pace of which he bucks his hips into your mouth faltering as he releases breathy moans of your name. 

But you’re not done yet.

You remove your mouth from his cock, much to Frank’s disarray. He growls as his cock throbs and twitches impossibly harder, begging to cum, begging to spill his seed down your throat.

“Tell me what you want Frankie.” your eyes glint as you match his needy gaze, his iris’ non existent as his pupils are so lust blown.

“Fuck.. I- I need-” Frank babbles, so out of character for him.

“Shh shh shh.. Deep breaths, baby. Use your words. You wanna cum, huh? Fill my mouth Frank? Make me yours?” you coo, resting your cheek on one hand propped up by your elbow, the other running your nails across his tensed thighs. “Who do you belong to, hmm?” you test the waters with your final question, wondering if he would fully submit.

“Y-yes.. Fuck babydoll please.. I need to cum.. Shit I belong to you, o-only you.” his reaction stuns you, not once in your entire relationship did you expect to hear such submissive words from your boyfriend, the Punisher.

“Only ‘cause you asked so nicely baby, my good boy.. you can cum.” you hum appreciatively, resuming your movements, bobbing your head up and down his cock hastily.

Within seconds he spills down your throat, followed by a string of curse words, thank yous and your name all in between moans. You wanted him to fill your mouth, and my god that is what you got. Your mouth gets flooded by his hot, sticky release and you swallow every drop gleefully. 

You finally pull yourself from his softening cock with an exaggerated pop of your mouth. His whole body jerks from overstimulation, and you can’t help but giggle as you reach above him to finally remove his restraints.

He takes his wrists in front of his face and rubs them dramatically as if he were a convict just released, pulling you into his embrace as you pepper kisses across his face and chest.

“Fuckin’ hell sweetheart, didn’t know you were hidin’ that from me.” he chuckles darkly into your hair.

“Was it okay, Frankie? Did you enjoy it?” you meet his adoring gaze, blushing at the feeling of his vulnerable eyes bearing deep into your soul.

“Enjoy it? You kiddin’ me, sweetheart? Fucking loved watchin you up there." he hypes you up as he places kisses along your forehead, still pussydrunk as fuck. "Know how good you looked, takin’ control like that? Fuckin angelic." you sigh as you sink into his arms, grateful you could explore your more dominant side with him.

“Mhm, I’m glad baby.” you hum into his chest, “I’ll dust off the strap for next time.”

“Yeah not happenin’ doll, not in a million years.” the room fills with an eruption of laughter from your both, completely at bliss in each other's company.

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a/n: the gif was too perfect to not use. i love you frank castle please let me chain you up. i also wanna make it clear in my own personal headcanon, frank isnt the biggest fan of tying you up, loving you too much to potentially make you uncomfortable, but if you wanted to tie him up.. he would be damned if he didnt give his girl what she wanted. thank you for indulging me, i love you

my inbox is open!

[glasskey]

Episode 5

The Handmaid’s Tale is not a comedy, but this week there were a bunch of moments that were so darkly funny I couldn’t help but laugh. Let’s just run down this weeks highlights.

First victim this week was Lawrence. Poor Lawrence; he told Bell that no one liked or respected him and then found out that it was actually the other way around. To add insult to injury Lawrence finally learned that New Bethlehem was being used as a trap. Lawrence has done it again built a world that he believed would be better, only to have it corrupted by these black hearted little fuckers. Pretty sure that Lawrence will be happy to help Jezebels go boom boom once he squeezes the details out of June and Moira. These bombs at Jezebels are giving me a very season 4 vibe. Given that Blaine delivered those in Chicago, we’d all better hope that he continues to stay away from Jezebels in the future

Janine showed up to be reunited with June and Moira, with June asking her to come along and Moira saying no. It all seemed very reminiscent of Moira sneaking June back from Chicago. Just like Chicago, I’m not sure our Janine is going to be making it out. The fact that the letters got locked in the safe, speaks to how these women's voices are silenced once again.

June and Moira had a spat over who has the most PTSD and then almost on cue a beligerent rapey guardian walked in to bust up their discussion, giving the two of them the opportunity to work their shit out old school. Cleansing.

Luke in his usual style of going from 0 to 100 and all the way back down again, somehow clowns his way into a highly complex mission and then at the very first sign of a guardian he starts stammering like an idiot until they finally smack him to get him to stop. Realising how wildly incompetent he is both June and Moira throw up their hands and wisely make a run for it, leaving him behind. Time to shed some dead weight.

Turns out Serena will sell out her principles, and her eternal soul to the Prince of Darkness for a library. Guess all Tuello really ever needed to do was get her a voucher for Barnes & Noble and the whole thing would have been done and dusted season 5. Live and learn.

Last but not least, Nick Blaine stopped by the hospital to tie up some loose ends. Highlights for me included Blaine being called “an angel” (wrong kind of angel hun), and Nick talking about the little fellas doggy. They really cranked the volume up to 11 on this one. Apparently he’s just an innocent little guardian, who REALLY admires Nick and the first thing he wants when he wakes up is to see his dog. This was so obvious in it’s efforts to convince audiences that Blaine was now just murdering random innocents, that I laughed out loud. Is this The Handmaid’s Tale or Old Yeller? Fuck that stormtrooper. My black little heart can’t wait for the day that Blaine burns the whole place to ash.

This will obviously have wider repercussions, but I can’t help but notice that ALL of this is the direct result of Luke and Moira’s decision to lie to June and fuck off to Mayday. Once again Nick is left to clean up the mess, he’ll get no thanks of course and end up paying the price. But honestly, what would you have him do? Tuello won’t let him leave across the border, he had to protect June, Luke and Moira, and last but not least, if he’s found to be a rebel not only he, but all the members of his household will end up on the wall. So yeah. Not really feeling the villain vibe here.

As a side note, this episode kicked in at less than 40 minutes which is pretty poor, especially for a last season. Fans have been buttered up by the PR machine for over a month about how jam packed this season was going to be and how this was Nick and June’s season. Here I am watching ridiculously short episodes with milked sections of dialogue tying up precious time and once again crammed with Luke and June trying to resuscitate their long dead relationship. It was bad in season 4, it was worse in season 5, now it’s just torture. Blaine is a fan favourite, where is he? Nick and June and Serena and June are fan favourite character dynamics, where are they? Exactly how is this a season designed for the fans? Apart from June reuniting with her mother and episode 3, the season so far has been somewhat lack lustre. Perhaps it would have time to get off the ground, but with episodes this short, it barely stands a chance.

[johnegbertlover413]

Alotta peoole, especially June fans, act like homestuck is ABOUT queer people, NO. ITS NOT. It never was and it was never planned to be.

Homestuck STRICTLY and obviously about ISOLATION. It’s litterly in the god damn TITLE. And of course u can be isolated because of gay but most of the characters aren’t honestly. Saving John for last,

Rose matured quickly but superficially so she doesn’t trust anyone

Dave is a horrible person so no one wants to be around him

Jane suffers constant assassination attempts to the point she can’t leave the house and falls back into Crocker corp as something safe, ending uo very skeptical (doesn’t help that Roxy, Crocker corp hater, is one of them seriously wtf)

I don’t think I need to explain the other kids

Karkats a mutant and can’t let anyone know

Kanaya is the antithesis to troll culture

Aradia fucking died and lost all feeling then was physically separated by a metal robot

Vriska has spider mom and other influences that cause her to ruin allll her relationships

Terezi has her attachment to vriska messing with her other relationships

I don’t feel like doing all of it but Even characters that don’t matter as much to the overall story have the same fuckung themeeee

Feferi has to constantly hide as to not be culled by condy to not take tha thrown

Eridan gets no hoes

I brought up June earlier because NONE OF HER “““““FANS”””””” UNDERSTAND THE SOURCE OF HER LONENES. They make it about her being transsss uwu which isn’t in the text at alllll and never will be no matter how you read into a one off line of dialogue.

It feels like they are doing it JUST to give John truama uwu because they can’t understand what makes characters sympathetic without it. Not even with out it just without them constantly whining about how much they suffer soooo much. They need to act like dad Egbert was some evil patriarcy man who forced june into a MAN NO EMOTION NO FEELING role (despite the fact he constantly pours his heart out about how much he loves John). At best theyll portray “June” as just going after her father’s role because she’s grieving and dysphoria and uhm blah blah blah or something which also is insanely retarded because it’s a straight forward lie.

But anyway it’s all ignoring the fact that JOHN EGBERT IS THE MOST AUTISTIC CHARACTER IN EXISTENCE.

I swear hussie himself could have put fucking books on autism in dads study, transcribe the whole thing, specifically specify Taht they are to Better understand John n bitches would be like “ooooooh he’s ignoring his child’s obvious gender dysphoria and blaming it on AUTISM. Classic abusive parent smh”

Lemme list out every single autistic traits n experiences show in my beatiful goddess princess Johnathan Egbert. I love lists

-he has big explosive reactions to things deemed as trivial by other characters but matter so much to him (Betty Crocker, how he thinks about his father blah blah) also referred to as tantrums by other characters despite technically not fitting the criteria and fitting in much more with melt downs (like he doesn’t liek Betty Crocker so he freaks out when a food he likes IS BETTY CROCKER)

-his reactions to more major events are much more low-key . His dad’s a business man? Curled up on the bed horrified. Dads dead? Oh no. He’s still very sad he just lashes out in other ways, the whole ship melt down n avoiding processing it by focusing on his special interests(like how he started to hate con air)

-he very clearly has special interests as mentioned last point. He rants to Kanaya (my favorite page) and meenah about Mathew McConaughey and paranormal lore respectively Not really caring/ noticing that neither of them give a fuck.

-he is really gullible like he’ll go along with what rose says and with what terezi says 1 to 1 because he doesn’t really think like that. The most obvious answer is vriska, she was 100% using him against terezi but he doesn’t really understand that EVER even when he realizes that she’s crazy he doesn’t realize that vriska was toatluu using him. Not to say vriska doesnt likeeee john ever but they basically fuckung say that their realatiojship started out as daverezi envy.

-he is the most uo front of all the kids. Not THAT Crazy for general people but he doesn’t really hide any of his emotions beyond just not being able to process them and compared to litterly every other character it’s noteable

Before yoh freaks say it I’m not saying June can’t exist because John’s autistic. YOU are just applying johns very fucking obvious traits to transness that both makes those traits miserable (his special interests and bluntness being covers or whatever) and erases johns ore existing character

Nothing wrong with having a non cannon head cannon you don’t have to make it retroactively cannon! Stop eith the delusions !!!

[followthestarliight]

sleepless beauty

Xavier x F!Reader

a/n - i'm VERY new to this fandom. i only started the game a few days ago, so i don't know much. only that this man has a chokehold on me

Xavier is always asleep before you.

Even if you were a normal sleeper, though, you were sure he'd still beat you to it. He was out as soon as his head hit a pillow - sometimes not even, he'd fall asleep walking to the bedroom!

And usually, you're trapped in his arms, wide awake while he's knocked out. You learned to keep your phone on you, because once your sleepyhead boyfriend had you in his grip you rarely ever got out of it.

Not that you wanted to, of course, but laying there with nothing to do was so boring.

"Stop moving."

A sleepy mumble came from your boyfriend, his arms tightening around you as if to restrict your movements. You sighed, switching on your phone, but apparently that bothered him too.

"Why is your screen so bright?" He groaned, burying his face in your neck. "Come, sleep now."

You just turned the brightness down, enough for him to finally drift off back to sleep. You scrolled through your phone, reading articles and playing games quietly so you wouldn't disturb him. Then an ad played, and awful music along with cringe dialogue filled the air, and you stiffened.

Xavier's eyes snapped open, a low growl rumbling through his chest, "(Name)."

Though his concern lay more in the fact that you're losing sleep, rather than the disturbance.

"Sorry!" You apologised quickly, lowering your volume.

"Go to sleep," he murmured, grabbing your phone and putting it on his bedside table. Then he enveloped you in his arms once more, nuzzling his face against your neck.

You laughed softly, going limp in his arms. But still, your eyes refused to close, like a baby being put to bed when they don't want to. You shifted a little in his arms, trying to hold back another laugh at his little exasperated sigh that blew his hot breath against your neck.

"Do you want to watch a movie?" He asked, his voice riddled with sleep. He lifted himself slightly, pretty blue eyes blinking away the grogginess.

"No, you're so tired baby," you turned around in his arms. "Get some sleep."

He yawned, "I can stay awake for you. At least until you fall asleep too." He rubbed your back tiredly, hoping that might soothe you enough and lull you into slumber.

Your eyes remained bright and full of life.

"No, don't do that," you sighed. "It's not your fault I have insomnia."

"Oh," his eyes widened just a fraction, seeming to finally realise why your eyes were too stubborn to close and let you rest. "That's what it is."

"Mhm."

Moments later, you had finally settled into a comfortable position. Your body was growing tired, and you felt the comfort of sleep starting to flow into you. That is, of course, until you remembered some random fact from three years ago and your eyes snapped open again.

Xavier tensed behind you, probably waiting for another outburst that would jerk him awake too.

"Xavier, do you remember-"

His hand clapped over your mouth, stopping you from recounting a distant memory that he would rather not discuss right now, at almost 1 AM, when he's trying to sleep.

"Shhh."

You giggled into the palm of his hand, a low groan from behind you only increasing your amusement.

"Can I get my phone back?"

"No."

"I'll keep it down this time."

"No."

"Xavier!"

"No."

He retained the same calm, collected response to each of your nagging remarks, making you sigh. He doesn't really get annoyed with you, but his sleep is important to him so his mood does gravitate slightly towards mild irritation when you're keeping him up.

"Go to sleep," he mumbled again, kissing your cheek and then your shoulder. "Rest."

"But-"

"No."

"Xavier..."

"Oh no-"

"I'm hungry."

He sighed, flopping onto his back as he resigned himself to the realisation that you were not going to sleep any time soon. You watched him intently, trying to figure out what his next move was. Then you slowly got up, before he stopped you.

"I'll go make you something," he yawned again.

Your eyes widened, "Oh, you don't have to! I can go get a snack or whip up something quick myself..."

His lips tugged up slightly into a small, amused smile, "Are you sure? I'm more than willing to make something for you."

"I, ooh, no it's okay," you tread carefully, "I'll do it since I'm awake."

Xavier had never seen you move so fast, as you scrambled up to go to the kitchen. His quiet laugh followed you out the door, and your face flushed.

Moments later, you returned with a glass of warm milk - hoping that would help you doze off - and some almonds (which apparently also promoted sleepiness).

Xavier, on the other hand, was fast asleep.

You smiled and gently settled onto the bed beside him, trying to be as quiet as possible while you ate and drank your selected snacks. When you were done, you lay down next to your slumbering boyfriend.

Who instantly pulled you close and buried his face in your neck.

"Hmm, now sleep."

[madsluvsdilfs]

✧.*Drunken moments✧.*

Clay Beresford x Assistant! Reader

Warnings? Smut, my first smut (scary)

Clay Beresford hadn't a clue how he ended up here, sat in a chair of one of the very many private studies in the Beresford penthouse, with you, his secret lover, in-between his legs…with your mouth full of him.

The night started out well, Clay practically glued to his mothers side, greeting potential business partners if the night went well, with you, his mothers dear assistant not far behind. You and Clay had been sleeping together behind his mothers back for a few months, and somewhere between Clay's third and fourth drink, he dragged you away from the crowd.

And that's how he found himself here, moaning and writhing in a chair, his slacks and boxers pushed halfway down his thighs, just enough to free his impressive length. By the time just the weeping tip of his cock was free, your plump lips were already wrapped around it, tongue spreading the pearls of precum all along his length.

Clay swore that in that very moment, he had died and gone to heaven because that's what your mouth felt like. In no time, he was watching with hazy eyes as your head was already bobbing up and down with clay's fingers tangled between the strands of your hair, gently guiding you down before pulling you back up once you gag due around him.

As the minutes passed, your movements sped up, tongue teasing the underside of his cock, mapping out every ridge and vein. And before either of you knew what was happening, Clay roughly pushed your head down chasing his release, cutting off your oxygen before his body tensed above you and strings of his warm, sticky cum was coating your throat.

When his pleasure finally subsided, he releases his grip on your hair, letting his now softening cock slip from between your lips as you cough and wipe the tears and spit that was dripping down your chin.

He looked down at you with the most love-filled, fucked-out expression you had ever seen, and in that very moment you knew, you had Clay Beresford wrapped around your pretty fingers. And there was no way you were never letting him go.

Hi, lovelies! I'm back! I'm so sorry for not feeding you, but I've had absolutely no motivation, and I've thought that every word I've written is utterly shit, but I'm back and with smut?? what has the world come to? I thought I'd just give it a try, and there's no dialogue because a. due to no personal experience, I wouldn't have a clue what anyone says during something like this and b. I didn't really know where it fit without being weird so...but I hope that this isn't utter shit and at least someone enjoys it. As always, criticism is appreciated. Love you all, stay safe xx

[hivemuthur]

Hi nat! I'm really curious about something. Do you write your fics with an already planned end or do you just keep writing and and figure it out how to end along as you write? I'm really curious because i don't know If i could start write something with a unplanned end because i would probably have a lot lacks of creativity to develop an end for a series.

Hi Anon!

It really depends! 'Writing as I go' was my fear for a very long time, so at the beginning I had a very strict outline. For What Was That? I knew what's going to happen since chapter one. For Game the outline cleared somewhere around chapter four. And that's about it :v I think I've missed out on a couple of opportunities by being so strict with myself.

For Nothing's New I had a rough outline, but there isn't really much plot happening in it. So it was divided into major scenes between Viktor and Reader and additional off-load scenes, like the chat Reader had with Mel.

Then A Deer and a Man happened and my outline slapped me on the face :') Funnily enough, not much of it has changed during writing process, it just grew on the inside, so to speak. So, the main events remained as I planned them, some scenes in the middle were added, and the general atmosphere build up contributed to the word count. I also brainstormed on it heavily with @rennethen and the contract scene was their idea!

For In Thy Name I have a massive mind map with the entire plot planned chapter by chapter. Some things get added/erased, but the major plot points remain unchanged and they are divided into beats. It doesn't have a chapter count yet, since I don't trust myself with a word count in period fics, I seem to not be able to shut up with descriptions of their clothes and interiors. But, fun (I guess? Is it fun?) fact: both Reader and Viktor have 'character sheets' I made for them by Call of Cthulhu 2nd edition RPG rules. So, they have a list of skills represented in percentage. For example, Reader has 90% skill on various languages and Viktor has 90% on Spot Hidden (it's an investigative skill) and 30% on Mythos Knowledge, which makes him instantly 30% insane :v

To Be Known is the first work I'm writing as I go, which is why it's a bit chaotic. Like sometimes it has Reader's perspective, sometimes Viktor's, sometimes an entire chapter is one person's POV. I am currently on chapter ten, and it is only now I see the ending for it, but I can't say for sure how many chapters are left, I think it's going to be something around 14-15 chapters. Again, it doesn't really have much plot. What took me the most time was figuring out Reader's occupation and where everyone lives lol, like I'm the only person who cares about that probably :') But if someone who is British reads it, they will most likely grasp that locations reflect characters' personalities (I hope). The other thing I have for it is 'plot beats', like major moments for their relationship development. It's been a very freeing process for me since I'm a massive OCD freak :')

But honestly I think you shouldn't worry about starting something without an outline. Sometimes you have to start something to see the next part. I kind of suffer with that: as soon as I write down what 'currently' happens I begin to see the next thing and I want to run toward it, like I can't wait, so I end up writing scenes for the future that I build up to. For TBK I have the final scene already written in dialogue form :d

The things I do to ensure that I will finish something are I either start publishing after I'm at least 3 chapters in and feel confident about it or when I have the most important plot beats: the general premise (like why characters are doing what they are doing in the first place), what's the source of the conflict and how it peaks (the breaking point) and how it resolves.

Ok, sorry for such a long yap!

[gnomeantics]

hate it when computers work normally and perfectly. its not right. girl where is your specific ritual which only the owner knows

[cto10121]

Book Fiyero: *immediately recognizes Elphaba and stations himself at the backdoor to prevent her from evading him, stalks her halfway across town to her aerie (even though at that point in time she was only a college friend he hadn’t seen in five years), insists on seeing her again, instinctively goes to comfort her when she first cries, gets sucked into increasingly deep and fraught conversations with her about collateral damage and freedom fighter terrorism, calls her the “most individual, the most separate, the most real” DURING AN ARGUMENT, says he adores Elphaba’s looks IN THAT SAME ARGUMENT, doesn’t understand Elphaba’s “being born with a talent or an inclination for goodness is the aberration” comment because (implied) he sincerely believes Elphaba isn’t evil, changes his mind about the plight of the Animals all by himself but doesn’t mention it to Elphaba because he is afraid she would distance himself from him, buys scarves for both his wife and Elphaba even though only Elphaba likes scarves, is so concerned for Elphaba and her dangerous Lurlinemas Eve mission that he stalks her instead of staying at his club or just leaving town altogether, and is so worried about her that he returns to the aerie just to see her*

Also Book Fiyero: Am I in love with Elphaba?

[feroluce]

For reasons to be expanded upon at a later date (because I love the little bits about Boothill and possible paranoia/betrayal canon gives us so very dearly HNGH) I think Boothill like... He won't let himself fall into disrepair or anything of course, but he reeeeeeeeeeally does not like letting other people poke around at his body. It's a necessary evil to him. He does whatever maintenance and repairs he can himself. He started out with a massive knowledge deficit, simply because he didn't really have any exposure to that kind of technology until he left Aeragan-Epharshal, but he's taught himself a lot since then, he worked really hard at it!

Anyway, the point being, Boothill generally isn't super trusting of people.

But I think he would come to make an exception for Himeko, since he trusts Dan Heng a lot, and Himeko is one of Dan Heng's once-in-a-lifetime dearly beloved companions.

Himeko is so unflappable, I don't think she would even bat an eye about anything he throws at her, either. Like she enters the Parlor Car one morning (she's always the first one up) and Boothill is already there, waiting for her.

"Mornin', Madam Navigator."

"Good morning, Mr. Boothill."

And despite the fact that he blatantly broke into the Express (Pom-Pom is NOT happy about this JDKSAJDSKL), Boothill tips his hat, greets her politely, and is nothing but respectful when he says he has a favor to ask of her. Except it won't stay a favor long, of course- he has every intention of paying it back.

Himeko never agrees to things blindly, but she does bring up that all the knowledge Boothill contributed during the Charmony Festival was essential to preventing the universe from being pulled into Ena's Dream. And they were able to hold onto the Jade Abacus because Boothill used Tiernan's burial relic to summon the Galaxy Rangers instead. The Astral Express owes him a debt of gratitude, and besides, he's a friend of Dan Heng's. Of course she'll try to help him.

Boothill fidgets a bit, quickly brushes off the thanks, and tells Himeko he's having a problem with error codes. He keeps getting the same one, seemingly at random times, but the darn thing has no obvious cause. Dan Heng mentioned Himeko had been the one to rebuild the Astral Express. He knows it ain't the same, but it's not like he's askin' for any major repairs or nothin'. He was wonderin' if she could just take a look, maybe offer him some insight, since she seems to be somethin' of a mechanical wonder.

So Himeko walks him back to a another car, where she goes to tinker with machines without them crowding her bedroom. It's all neatly laid out and organized, and it only takes a second for Himeko to locate some specific device with a long cord. Instead of plugging it in herself, she holds the end of it out to him, like an offer rather than a demand, and Boothill visibly relaxes a bit. He still eyes it just a little warily for a second, but he accepts and plugs it into the port on his side.

Himeko pulls up the list of all recent errors, and they really are all the same. Boothill has had multiple temperature alarms over the past couple of weeks since the Charmony Festival, and they know it's not the environment, because Penacony is mostly dreamscape and kept mild year-round. The long-forgotten natural deserts are too far away.

Boothill is staring from the corner of his one good eye, so Himeko turns the hologram to let him see what she's doing easier. They don't appear to be false alarms. His internal temperature spikes and then slowly lowers again, high enough that if it lasted it would eventually cause damage.

One option is for her to start rooting through personal data, figuring out what he was doing at the time of each code, and tracing cause and correlation.

Instead, Himeko reads out the timestamps, and asks Boothill if he minds sharing what was happening around him when it occured.

Two weeks ago: He and Dan Heng went to explore Dreamflux Reef and found a bar- nice place, good atmosphere. Woman runnin’ it was a doll. Boothill left fer not even two minutes to get them drinks (Dan Heng knows like nothin’ about liquor, Madam Navigator, can you believe this guy) and when he came back, someone had already stolen his seat and was hittin’ on Dan Heng! Dan Heng didn't even care, just shooed ‘em off. Boothill laughed and said not to let him get in his way if he wanted to meet someone. Dan Heng looked at him like he'd grown a second head. Why would he want to leave with someone else, when he came here to be with Boothill?

Twelve days ago: While laying low- er, just rustlin’ up some grub- in the Moment of Blue, Boothill passed Dan Heng with March and Caelus playin’ on the beach, buildin’ sandcastles and the like. When he passed by again almost two hours later, they were still out there, with Dan Heng pullin’ March through the water on her inner tube and Caelus hangin’ off the back of it. He swam so fast! You'd think he was part water snake or somethin’. He looked happier ‘n a cat in a sunbeam… He has a nice smile, doesn't he?

Eleven days ago: Boothill was killin’ time in Dreamflux Reef when he turned the corner down a shady alley and saw Dan Heng, surrounded by three men demandin’ “protection money.” None of ‘em stood a chance, they were all on the ground before Boothill even blinked! So cool! Boothill wants to see that spear of his closeup- Anyway, Dan Heng stepped on one of ‘em on his way out, hahaha! Boothill stepped on the same guy a second time as he hurried to catch up.

Eight days ago: Here on the Express, actually. Boothill had mentioned bein’ curious about the archives, and Dan Heng personally invited him.

(“I remember that day, I saw you in the hall.” “Was there any problem with the heating that day?” “No, none. I don't think the temperature has anything to do with these error codes. I have a different theory, keep going.” “If ya say so.”)

Boothill was fascinated by an entry on aeons, and from a single question he asked about Lan, the two of ‘em ended up talkin’ fer hours. About aeons and Paths and Emanators, Acheron and Self-Annihilators, the Sea of Nihility, Tiernan, the Nameless and the Galaxy Rangers, their burial relics and their customs. Dan Heng finally just started writin’ and editin’ the entries in real time, with Boothill pointin’ things out and tellin’ him what to add in. They were at it so late that Boothill ended up sleepin' on a couch in one of the cars.

He'd figured there had to be something to make Dan Heng chatty- he'd caught just a glimpse of it that first night they met, sittin’ at the bar in the Reverie together. He'll have to ask about the archives more often, if it gets him all revved up like that.

One week ago: After that night of energetic discussion, Dan Heng was apparently hyped up, because after he'd downed some of Himeko's coffee (“You had some too, right? What did you think of it?” “It was great, even better'n chewin’ bullets!” "Thank you! That was my newest brew, I can't wait for everyone else to try it.") he actually asked Boothill to go hunting with him. Boothill asked who their target was, and was surprised when Dan Heng pulled out photos that looked like they were from March's camera, of all things, instead of a bounty or wanted poster.

And as he sat there, studying these pictures, Dan Heng explained that he wanted to hunt down these specific memory zone memes to record them into the archives. Planets with so much memoria are a rarity, especially with the Stellaron's activity thrown into the mix, which has surely affected the local “wildlife.” He might not get another opportunity like this for a long time. And Boothill had talked last night about his extensive expertise in tracking and hunting, so he should have plenty to offer here, Dan Heng would like to learn from his experience and see how he does things!

And oh, Madam Navigator, by the time Dan Heng was done speakin', his eyes were practically sparklin'! Just lit up like the sun! Boothill could scarcely believe it! The two of them couldn't even wait another day, they set out that very morning. It had been a long, long while since Boothill had tracked someone- er, somethin’- without the intent to capture or kill. It was…actually really nice. Nostalgic, but in a good way. It might even have been his favorite day on Penacony…so…far…

Boothill trails off as a couple of realizations crash into him. All the temperature alarms he's spoken about thus far- they've all happened in the company of Dan Heng. And now that he's thinking about it, he's pretty sure even the ones he hasn't yet talked about were with him, too. Dan Heng has been responsible for all of his error codes, every. single. one.

The screen in front of Himeko suddenly refreshes to the top of the list, displaying a new notification for the current time. Alert! Core temperature above normal range.

Himeko's knowing smile is sly as a snake.

Wwwwwelp, would ya look at the time, Boothill has some errands to meet, people to run, y’know how it is, he should really get goin'-

“Oh, Mr. Boothill? About that favor.” And Boothill jolts to a stop in the doorway because fudge, he can't just leave without hearing her out. He'd given his word. He has no problem running out on someone he thinks deserves it, but Himeko really had been kind to him to try and help him out. Her voice is just as knowing as her smile, Boothill can't turn around to look at her, or else he knows he won't be able to disguise the sound of his cooling fans kicking on.

“Don't make Dan Heng wait too long, ok~?”

“Y-Yes, ma'am.”

[lunarharp]

"Found out" set in kind of a made-up chapter where the girls are in trouble, or something.

[danielnelsen]

well that's just a lie

[triglycercule]

guys its finally done

after exactly like 3 months the killer analysis is FINALLY done......oh my trio we're so back WE'RE SO BACK!!!!! in exchange for this long awaited victory i will be working on a little comic.........killer WILL be featured there will be no more of excluding him here ‼️

here's a wip panel from it x3

[good-beanswrites]

We were doing a roleplay thread of OoA. Mikoto (well, John) follows Kotoko to Mahiru's cell, and they tear the place apart.

Good thing Mappi wasn't around, but that's got to be a terrible thing to return to...

(Prompt?)

Mmm that's such an interesting thought -- the attack taking place in the room of the one person unaffected. The survivors guilt is Insane smh -_- I tried to lean into Mappi's voice and mindset for this, I'm not sure how it'll read but I'm super satisfied with the character study it gave me!

Every good housewife knows that a tidy home is a happy home. She knows how to take care of a tiny amount of clutter, since something as small as that can ruin the atmosphere. She knows how to approach larger disorganization before it causes distraction and agitation. The thing they don’t teach housewives, however, is how to handle a living space that has been wholly spattered with blood. At least, they hadn’t in any of the online articles that Mahiru had read. 

The woman hovered in the entryway to her cell, her hands brought up by her chest in an attempt to make herself as small as possible. The others had informed her that the day’s fight ended up in her cell, but she’d only been grateful she was away when it happened. It hadn’t even crossed her mind that the room may not be suitable to sleep in.

The door clicked behind her, locking her in for the night.

Furniture and possessions lay scattered across the floor. Her pillow and sheets had been flung about. She wouldn’t mind returning them to the bed if they were just kicked around the ground, but even in the dim light (her favorite lamp now lay in glass shards) she could see that they each held dark splotches of blood. The color was streaked across the floor, clinging to the back wall as well. 

Maybe nobody had thought to warn her about the state of the cell since there weren’t any huge puddles of the stuff, or because the lamp was really the only thing that had been broken. Mahiru told herself that they were probably too absorbed in the victims’ physical conditions to give it a second thought. It didn’t help the hurt rising in her chest – they could have said something. It would have taken two seconds to think about her and mention it. She could have at least brought a bucket and a sponge inside before curfew…

She bit down hard on her quivering bottom lip, scolding herself for feeling such self pity.

How dare she be anything but joyful that she made it out of today alive. So what, she had a little blood in her cell? It was better than that being her blood spilled somewhere. How dare she not be spending every moment in reverent gratefulness that the others made it out of today alive. Maybe it’d be rough to stay in the cell until morning, but at least she was guaranteed to make it through the night.

Fuuta and Amane’s faces flashed in her mind. She drew in a shaky breath. There had been nothing in her online articles about a situation like that.

But moping around never helped any household. The door was locked, so there was no chance of anyone coming back to cause any more mess. Though she couldn’t do anything directly for Fuuta or Amane, she could start drawing up a list of gifts and favors and favorite meals she could cook. It would be silly for her to cry now, with things going so well.

She should be happy. She should be happy. She should be happy.

And so she was. Mahiru used a scarf as a makeshift broom to sweep up the glass – every good housewife knows that safety comes first! She hummed a favorite tune as she collected the other objects around the room. The song wavered only once, though it returned with full force. She sang the cheery chorus with passion as she found one of her earrings had been crushed underfoot. It would make a fun DIY fix in the next few weeks – she always did love crafts! 

Once everything was straightened out, she moved to her closet. It was looking more bare after her verdict, but there were still plenty of things to choose from for what she had in mind. She picked out her thickest of clothes and laid them on the floor in a colorful, comfy arrangement – it would be the cutest little campout! In fact, if she pinned up her throw blanket in just the right way, it reminded her of younger years making pillow forts and having sleepovers. A little change in scenery can go a long way. She’d read that on a travel blog once, though she’d never truly believed it until now. 

She adjusted the blanket with a smile. As she curled up on a particularly soft sweater, she commended herself on the ingenuity. She’d gotten the room under control in less than an hour. If she could take on a project like this, just think of how happy a home she could run someday. 

Indeed, the space was downright adorable inside. One would never even know things had gotten so bad, she thought. One would never even know there was blood on the walls, just outside.

[corioliseffect]

new curse dropped: having fic ideas but i refuse to write rpf/don't think i even could

[theres-whump-in-that-nebula]

I love being within walking distance of a bakery

[icewindandboringhorror]

Apparently I can meet my goal of roughly 400,000 words in 6 months if I just somehow write at least 2,200 words a day ghbjh... Almost 2,500 today... huzzah...