#sophie's writing

[fallenstarworkshop]

Whelp. I guess now's as good a time as any to come back. Been gone for awhile because Tumblr looks like twitter now and I had hopes there would be a fix via tumblr staff or xkit but nothing so far. So uhh.

Hey! I'm back!

I also have a new chapter of my original superhero 'verse story, Little Encounters, up now! You can find it HERE.

Cheers.

[clarasghosts]

it's been said before, but leverage season two really is a masterclass of writing around a lead actress' pregnancy. they knew they'd have to give her time off for maternity leave, so they set up a character development plot line near the start of the season which was a natural direction for the character to go based on how she'd already been written. then for the first several episodes leading up to her leave, film her from the chest up or show her back, with only some reliance on loose shirts and large jackets. have her character's development/crisis require her to take time off for herself, but write small scenes that can easily be pre-recorded, so she's never actually gone from the show. then let her return.

it's a great combination of understanding the character, being able to plan good plots ahead of the time, and not being so misogynistic that you resent actors for getting pregnant.

[nadiajustbe]

One of my favorite parts about the writing of Howl's Moving Castle is how easy it is to write off all the things from our world at first as him just being a weird wizard™ (also thanks to bestie @jutenium for spotting this I wouldn't put it like that without you!!/pos). Sure, Sophie uses weird descriptions, but readers have every reason to believe them because of the way Howl is presented as a character. When Sophie says he wrote with a quill that doesn't need an ink, you wouldn't think it was actually a ballpoint pen, you would think Howl had just enchanted his quill so that it wouldn't need ink! When she adds that she can't make out a single word, you think he has matchingly terrible handwriting, but in fact Sophie has simply never seen a pen writing. When she sees the mysterious labels on his books, you think he's keeping a lot of obscure magical literature, but it's really just an encyclopedia and a guide like "Top 10 Rugby Tips." When Sophie notices the bottles in Howl's bathtub, you think they're some kind of magical jars where he keeps girl's hearts, but I'm almost certain that they're just 'Dove' and 'Head and Shoulders' that he's enhanced with his spells and put silly labels on. When you read Calicifer singing a song in a language Sophie doesn't understand, you think it's some kind of ancient cipher or code, but it's actually just a rugby song in Welsh that Howl sings when he's drunk. And finally, when you see the terrifying black door, which is completely shrouded in darkness, you imagine a passage to an eerie, mythical place, similar to what Miyazaki showed us - but it's just fucking Wales.

[baeshijima]

being married to duke!blade is a feat inconceivable to many.

overseeing the northern region where monster outbreaks are high and temperatures are low, he is feared by many for not only his undeniable battle prowess, but also his cold and dismissive demeanour. from all the stories and rumours passed down from those who battled alongside the duke, it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say his mere presence alone is sufficient enough to take on an entire army.

but despite his infamous personality, the young duke had made rounds within high society when he first showed his face. he was handsome, having that rugged appearance expected of a blood-soaked warrior residing on the battlefied, yet beautiful with a haunting allure — those crimson-marigold eyes of his can simultaneously bewitch an unassuming victim and bring the most prideful of monarchs down to their knees.

and, as expected of someone with such descriptors, many of the nobility found themselves drawn to him in spite of the rumours which clung to his very being. noble ladies wished to be the first he ever danced with, while many families seeked to gain even a morsel of his power through arranged marriages. relentless as they were, none succeeded in swaying the stone-cold duke.

and stone-cold he was upon your first meeting, albeit in… less than fortunate circumstances.

having meandered around the foresty northern borders not too far from where your family estate is, you certainly were not expecting to stumble across a rotting corpse smack-dab in the middle of your path! okay, well, rotting may not be the most suitable term, but the slumped body, battered and bruised and bloodied, you accidentally kicked was very much a corpse.

you had contemplated leaving the body there but, upon seeing a bloodied insignia of an all-too familiar ducal household, you decided you wanted to live a little longer. of course, this led to you lugging a slumped, muscle-packed warrior of a man all the way to where your estate was, heaving and huffing with your body trembling under the weight.

(to say you were just about ready to collapse when the family knights spotted your emerging figure was no understatement!)

whisked away into a guest room near your own, your parents called for the family doctor immediately. when the blood was cleaned and his wounds were wrapped, the sight of his injuries mending themselves was sure to be a sight you would never be able to rid your mind of. it was a strange but intriguing phenomenon to see his skin stitched anew, that horrid sight of him collapsed in the forestry almost like that of a dream.

your father immediately sent word to the duke’s estate to notify them of the circumstances. in the meanwhile, the man of the hour was unconscious for three days. seeing as how you were the one to find him, you took it upon yourself to help look after his well-being. changing his bandages, regularly wiping the accumulating sweat with a freshly damp cloth, ensuring the room is well-ventilated — you did the lot!

(sometimes you would stare at his resting face, wondering just how much more handsome he would be with his eyes open; only to retract that sentiment when recalling the tales about how his eyes could burn a man alive. exaggerated or not, he is still a dangerous individual you would rather not further entangle yourself with.)

with his people having retrieved their master from your care, promises of hefty compensation for taking care of their lord ringing in your ears, you were ready to sweep the whole ordeal under the rug and never get yourself involved with a man like him again! after all, he is the fearful duke responsible for your region, while you’re just another noble within his domain.

so, naturally, when you first heard of your soon-to-be marriage, you thought your parents did something to offend him and were sending you as a sacrifice meant to appease his wrath.

because, well, why else would the very same duke infamous for having zero interest in romantic and political marriages be sending a letter for your hand in marriage of his own accord? being unconscious the entirety of the time made him unable to see you, let alone know your family, so of course that meant his staff had filled him in on what happened. but why would he initiate this proposal without even knowing who you are first???

(did you get a say in this? no. would you have refused? yes. did your parents care about you and your well-being? aside from their apologetic gazes at your slack-jawed reaction and somewhat rational reasoning of “his grace may have an infamous reputation, but he is not a cruel ruler nor man,” you would like to deny the parental affection they have given you thus far in favour of objecting the claim.)

well, no matter. there was little time to prepare for his arrival to your estate, as the letter stated he would be arriving to escort you himself.

after much fuss over your clothing and luggage, the day arrived; you were going to see him again, except this time, he would see you as well.

a regal carriage entered the estate’s gates. the door swung open. a black gloved hand was the first to appear, followed by a ducked head of long navy hair, a familiar figure donning a freshly pressed suit and black overcoat, and finally — finally — a pair of burning crimson-marigold met your own gaze.

you weren’t sure if it was the adrenaline of your fight or flight response kicking in or the butterflies which ruptured within you that caused your heart rate to increase, but you found yourself unable to tear your gaze away from him.

he stopped in front of you, the features you once saw up close felt more complete than ever with the addition of his eyes open.

and thus, with your palm settled atop his outstretched gloved one, your fate was sealed.

(man. was this the compensation the staff were saying to you as they left…?)

that was two years ago.

savage. cold-blooded. inhumane. brute. monster. these were some of the ways in which duke blade was described. the man who currently sits on the edge of the bed watching you dress his wounds, however, is much different than the public opinion.

ever since exchanging vows at the altar and slipping sacred rings of matrimony onto each other’s fingers, you have come to know many sides of blade you never thought possible.

and while he rarely spoke in the beginning, his actions spoke louder than any voice could ever hope to measure up to. and, eventually, he became more vocal in regards to his feelings for you, just as you have with yours upon witnessing firsthand his true character.

from his battle-haggard, near manic state when on the verge of succumbing to the curse before falling into your healing embrace, to his tender fleeting touches and ever-adoring affection repressed within his gaze when in the presence of others, you have seen it all.

the process of getting to know and understand the intricacies of his life is almost like unravelling layers upon layers of thin bandage wrapped tightly around a gaping wound, hoping to block out the vulnerabilities which could be exposed. it was rocky at first, you being in an unfamiliar environment while he had his own inner battles to deal with first and foremost, but time carved its path for the two of you to partake in talks lasting late into the night, a subtle fondness growing more pronounced as familiarity grew alongside it.

and, of course, the time he returned from a subjugation battle-worn and mind having been overriden with mania. it was the first you’d seen him in such a loss of control. knights were rushing to subdue him while the servants desperately tried to usher your bewildered form some place safe, as though this had been a common occurrence well before you came into the picture. that hadn’t gone as planned, however, as the moment blade’s heaving figure locked eyes with you, a state of chaos ensued the moment he broke through the wall of knights with ease and appeared in front of you. no time was wasted when he lunged, a panic chorus of cries following suit as you remained rooted in place.

while you would never forget the blown-out, near-animalistic look in his eyes as he drew closer at an impossible speed, the gentle — almost reverent — manner in which he embraced you then, rigid body instantly relaxing against you, would forever be the turning point of your relationship, as well as a long-cherished memory of his first true feelings.

a dull sensation poking the space between your brows snaps you out of your thoughts. “stop frowning. i’ll be fine like always.”

your hands pause in their ministrations, hovering over his bare torso where you finished tying up a bandage. a blink and a sigh, another swab of disinfectant is in your hands working at the wound on his bicep.

“but that doesn’t mean i like seeing you return to me wounded,” you mutter bitterly, blatantly ignoring his stare. “i know you can take care of yourself, what with that regenerative ability of yours, but i still worry over you. you can still feel the pain, after all, and not to mention that curse—”

a swift tug forward abruptly cuts you off, your words fizzling on the tip of your tongue as a familiar warmth encases you in its entirety. instinctively, your hands grip onto his shoulders, the coarse material of bandages not unfamiliar to your touch, while blade’s hands are splayed across the expanse of your back as he holds you against his seated form.

his nose nudges along the slope of your neck, the shape of your jaw, the contours of your face, a trail of soft kisses leaving searing imprints in its wake.

a deep breath, a ticklish sensation, a thrumming heartbeat.

and when he rests his forehead against your own, crimson-marigold eyes dyed with devotion and seeping ardour, you think the world will be okay.

(even if it were to burst into flames and be reduced to ash, if it means you would be by this man’s side for a little longer, you think it will be okay.)

[inkskinned]

i got my isbn today for the book. 8 months to go. my mom and i were talking about what the next steps are. i was eating trail mix, standing on one foot, phone tucked into my ear.

"yeah," i said. "the problem is that tumblr as a market is like, not something that can be studied." there's this weird wave of nostalgia and affection for this place that came up over me: how lovely we avoid consumerism. okay, it sucks as a creator. but also? keep stickin' it to 'em.

my mother made the sound at the back of her throat that i also make, the one that means i've got an idea. "you should figure out some kind of reward for presale amounts. maybe you give out poems or a mug or a signed book or something. would your followers like that?" my mother is sweet, and kind, and i have no idea how to explain on this website you can buy someone crabs.

i put more m&ms down the hatch. i had to speak through peanuts and almonds. "if it passes 25 thousand i will print the book out in its entirety and eat it live on camera."

"oh god. no, you don't have to do that." she was anguished. "just tell them that you'd love them to read it, and that they've inspired you to write. you got started on that site, and they helped you keep going. raquel, you love these people. the community? you talk all the time about the other writers and artists and whatever else. tell them that you're hoping for their support, they'll come through."

"no," i assured her. i discovered i had dropped an m&m, but an ant had already found it, so it belonged to him now. i will let his little life have a surprise blue treasure in it, too. "i'm gonna fuckin' eat the book."

[deluluass]

just finished squid games s2 and i need them to start making out sloppy style

[flixiastar]

Happy twf again but the

[literaryvein-reblogs]

Archaic Words: Flowers

for your next poem/story

Apple leaf - the violet

Bigold - chrysanthemum

Brandy bottles - the flowers of the yellow water lily

Bone flower - a daisy

Carnadine - carnation

Cencleffe - daffodils

Cleve pink - a species of carnation which grows wild on the Cheddar cliffs

Dead man's thumb - a meadow flower

Egers - spring tulips

Fine leaf - a violet

Fleenurt - a field flower of a yellow colour

Flore - flower

Gaern - a garden

Ghern - a garden

Hardhow - marigold

Herbery - a cottage garden; a herb garden

Honeystalks - clover flowers, which contain a sweet juice. It is common for cattle to overcharge themselves with clover, and die.

Lady's smock - Canterbury bells; this flower is also called the lady's nightcap

Laighton - a garden

Nurse garden - the crab apple tree

Pernel - the pimpernel, a flower that always shuts up its blossoms before rain

Pipere - lilac tree

Plesery - a flower garden

Verger - a garden; an orchard

White goldes - the large daisy

Source ⚜ More: Notes & References ⚜ Word Lists ⚜ Writing Resources PDFs

[resqectable]

You can’t just switch off your feelings because the other person did.

Sophie Kinsella

[aardvaark]

i love that sophie spends so much of early leverage trying to act kind of impressive or cool or mysterious or powerful, even to the team - BUT the leverage team all know she’s a dork. they’ve known since day one when they first saw her, giving her very awful theater performance, and they really, really don’t care. they love their weird dramatic theater geek grifter friend. she tries to be all cool & mysterious and they’re just like "that’s great soph, but we’ll be hanging out at nate’s apartment the HQ watching a movie when ur done with that".

[werewolfsmile]

Yeehaw, have another product my hyperfixation!!

[watch it on youtube]

This was so much fun to make despite being a bit tedious at times. I hope you all get some enjoyment out of it like I did!

[thoughtkick]

You can’t just switch off your feelings because the other person did.

Sophie Kinsella

[blueskiesandstarrynights]

They don't talk about it.

But there's no way Nate should know those things. No way the client could have told him, no way he could've figured it out on his own. Not when these things were nothing more than fleeting thoughts from the mark. But Sophie notices him quietly go for the scotch behind the counter and rub at his head in pain with extra vehemence some days despite the latest con having no personal connection to him.

They don't talk about it.

But someone should've recognized Sophie on that con. There's no way she could have that many characters per con. No way none of those diplomats didn't recognize her from any of her previous cons. Not when she didn't change any more than her clothes and accent. But Nate notices her features seem to flicker at the peace and safety of home when she thinks he isn't watching.

They don't talk about it.

But no one could've survived that. And certainly not looking the way he does. There's no way he didn't come out of that fight broken and bloodied to all hell. Not when instead he walks out with a purposeful stride and only a clenched jaw, rolling his shoulders. But when he's cooking and accidentally burns himself, Parker notices the unmarked skin left behind.

They don't talk about it.

But not all vents are human sized. They all saw the size of the vent cover as she exists with a grin. There's no way she could've fit in there. Not when the human body can't bend that way, a way that even the greatest contortionist can't bend. But some days Hardison notices as she seems to stretch and bend before his eyes when she's feeling relaxed and safe enough.

They don't talk about it.

But that's not how computers work. There's no way Hardison could access that kind of thing. Not when he describes how he did it like that. Not when he does it so quickly like that. Not when he says he's taken berries and the next thing they know he's recreated a colonial era journal to perfection. But Eliot swore he shoved a glass of water at him, not more goddamn orange soda.

They don't talk about it, the thing lingering over their heads as they conduct each con, the unacknowledged thing between the five of them that's a little deeper than just a desire to take down the rich and powerful.

They aren't perfect, they all know that- sometimes they're too good with their covers, sometimes they have to shift gears as the con unfolds before them, but somehow things always seem to work out.

But no one asks about it, so-

They don't talk about it.

[lotusishere]

How do we feel about Autistic Sophie, ADHD Keefe and OCD Fitz?

[baeshijima]

thoughts on being engaged to duke!sunday, the head of the oak family, an incredibly influential figurehead within society, the close subordinate of emperor gopher wood who brought him and his sister in and raised him like his own, and the villain who faces a tragic ending in a novel you recently finished — the very same one you just so happen to find yourself transmigrated into. he is as cunning as he is blinded, a trait which brought ruin to many in the empire, and one which ultimately brought ruin to himself at the hands of the protagonists.

as luck would have it, you became a barely mentioned side character from a marquis family, whose role was to be the villain's wife stuck in a one-sided love who, too, would get caught up in the tragedy alongside him. however, now that it's you who is stuck in this position, you're determined to try any means necessary to deter him from going down that path, all in an effort to escape your predestined doomed fate!

of course, you didn't expect it to be easy. the day of your arrival in this world was already the night before your wedding, so you had little time to prepare yourself for the nonchalance of your supposed family, how they viewed you as but a means — a tool — to boost their influence and prosperity, the dismissive mannerisms of the household servants, and the absolute beauty of a man you will be married to.

(seriously. the novel descriptions did not do him justice. he was like... like... like he was handcrafted by god himself! and not to mention his sister, robin, was the very epitome of an angel! perhaps you're destined to perish by the god-tier visuals instead...)

to say the least, the wedding ceremony went by quickly. safe to say you didn't spend the night; he was cordial and gentlemanly upon letting you know that he won't do anything until you're ready, that you can take this relationship slow, but somehow you ended up feeling a tad insulted. like, who leaves their newly wedded alone in a big cold bed as they walk out on their own? a sick bastard that's who!

well, whatever. it's not like you need nor want to consummate with him! besides, you have bigger things to worry about — things such as your impending death. and, of course, the only way to stop sunday that you can imagine working is by chipping away at his resolve bit by bit, and opening his eyes to reality.

he is a tragic character, one who cares more about the well-being of penacony and its people than anyone else, but was manipulated into getting his hands dirty in the emperor's stead. you knew this. you sobbed over his story, cursed out the protagonists, and even fought internet randos on novel forums about sunday's motivation and how,

no, he is not just a stupid villain. he is a complex character with flaws and humanity and was cruelly taken advantage of by someone he considered family. he was deceived through the suffering the emperor wanted him to see to make him easily manipulated, creating a rift between him and robin to have that prominent separation. you know what? maybe you're just a !%#@ who can't even #@?"% read properly!

and yet you still find yourself at a loss when faced with the walls he has in place. your initial efforts went as well as it possibly could have; you trying to earnestly help him, while he "kindly" dismisses your offers! well, "kindly" being more condescending since you could read between the lines of his mannerisms and amiable demeanour, but that's fine! you expected this! that just means you have to double down on your sincerity, get through to his heart (somehow), and help him realise humanity isn't as weak as he's led to believe!

you have three years until the novel's plot officially starts, and another year after that until your demise. that's plenty of time to get him to warm up to you!

it was easier said than done, but after your valiant effort and abundance of time put into this relationship, which admittedly you could do with some of that lost time back, you could give yourself a pat on the back with the progress you made! while you definitely could have done without a lot of the headaches, it's safe to say sunday has significantly warmed up to you in comparison to your wedding day. he now willingly eats all his meals with you with some real conversation, takes garden strolls with you in the early evenings, invites you out for dinner at a restaurant at least four times a week, hell he's even joked and laughed with you more frequently! but most importantly, he has begun asking for your opinion before finalising any decisions he is required to make. and he actually listens and considers your side! now, that certainly is the best outcome you could hope for after all this time, and it most definitely will help in your endeavour to save you both from the protagonists!

however, you've noticed he's been more... affectionate? well, at the very least he now willingly holds your hand when in private (not just in moments when you're in the public eye and he has to make sure the family's reputation is spotless), sometimes he will hug you out of the blue ("i just need to... recharge. you have a way of calming me down. i hope you don't mind." ...how could you say no to his supreme god-tier face card? that's just a losing battle you won't even bother fighting against.), oftentimes he opts to just gaze wordlessly at you (robin had mentioned over one of your tea times how it almost appears as though there is no one but you in the world when sunday gazes at you with, in her words, "the eyes of a man so deeply in love!" ...whatever that's supposed to mean...), but a more recent development has been his sudden interest in kissing you; well, more specifically giving you a kiss to the back of your hand or on your forehead — certainly not anywhere near the lips! (besides, he's probably just gotten comfortable with you, enough where he can freely act without judgement. nothing more, nothing less.)

well, either way, development is development! soon enough, the time for the main plot to start has arrived. it of course follows what you remember, from the organised balls to the protagonists meeting to the political aspects of it all. the only difference is sunday's less active involvement in all the schemes and the emperor's ploy. rather, he seems more focused on you and the future of your marriage and even displayed a sudden interest in your practically non-existent relationship with one of the foreign diplomats, aventurine— wait...

"[name]," he calls your name out so sweetly you nearly disregarded it as someone else he was talking to. well, perhaps you would have done had he not suddenly appeared before you, a tight-lipped smile tugging the corners of his lips as he steadily approaches you.

oh. he doesn't seem very happy, if his tense figure is anything to go by. you wonder if one of the nobles grated his nerves a little too much this time?

sunday comes to a halt a step away from you. "i don't like that... gambler being so close to you. it... it brings me a rather unpleasant feeling." there's a slight, trembling pause. not a moment later does he close the gap between you, one knee on the ground as he matches your seated height on the fountain rim, your hands gently enclosed in both of his.

you idly wonder if this is what robin meant by the so-called "eyes of a man so deeply in love" she constantly gushed about, for the way in which he gazes up at you is enough to render you breathless.

"tell me, [name]," he begins once more. there is an underlying desperation woven within his tone, one which has your head spinning and heart thumping wildly as his trembling gaze holds you in place. "tell me, what am i to do with this fervent love and overwhelming adoration i hold for you?"

oh.

...oh.

perhaps your impending doom should be the least of your concerns when you now find yourself in the arms of a clingy husband...

(though, it's safe to say you did, in fact, manage to prevent him from succumbing to his tragic fate! you just gained a loving, yet slight slightly emotionally challenged husband along the way.

well, you can help him work through it; you have the rest of your lives now to figure it out, after all.)

[xsublimelimex]

All characters are 21+

Mommy’s Messy Little Girls

“Higher mommy! Higher!!!” My little princess shouts as I push her on the swings I have set up in our backyard. I laugh and push faster. “You would go higher if you helped mommy by swinging your legs in and out!” I told her. “Nooo too much work!” She shouts back giggling. I throw my head back and laugh.

The cool wind is hitting her beautiful face making her cheeks and nose a rosy red color. She’s wearing a light pink Sherpa coat with black leggings. Her hair is in pig tails and she looks so adorable. “Stop mommy I wan slide!” She shouts and wiggles in her swing. I slow her down and she jumps off before it completely stops. I grab her arm before she can run away and she turns to me and stomps her leg impatiently.

“Hey! Are you crazy little girl you could have hurt yourself!” I tell her sternly while cupping her cold face. “I sorry mommy,” she says with a sheepish look on her face. I nod satisfied and squish her cheeks and press a kiss against her cold lips. “Good girl, you only have 10 more minutes and the it’s inside time because it’s getting way too cold.” She nods with her face still in between my hands and I finally let go and she races away to the slide.

I watch her waddle away, her full diaper preventing her from closing her legs fully so her run is so adorable. I laugh and sit on the porch and watch her run back and forth playing.

I hear a knock at the front door. “Honey someone’s at the door, I’ll be just a second okay?” I shout. “Otay mommy!!” She shouts back.

I leave the back door open so I can hear if she calls for me.

I pull the front door open and it’s our close friend Jess. “Oh hellos this is a nice surprise!” I say as we hug close. Her blonde hair smells like vanilla as it brushes my face. “It’s been a while since I’ve seen you and little Sophie so I thought I’d stop by. I hope I’m not intruding!!” Her brows furrowed and her kind brown eyes widened in worry as we pull back. “Of course not Sophie is going to be ecstatic!”

We walk back outside, “guess who is here!” I shout to my little Princess. She looks over from the top of the slide and screams in excitement. She slides down way to fast and runs toward her Jess. “Auntie Jess!!!!!” She screeches as she hugs Jess hard. Jess laughs and kisses Sophie on both cheeks. “Hello honey I’ve missed you.” I smile at them, “lets get inside and warmed up, I’ll make hot coco and we can watch a movie.” Sophie squeals and walks inside pulling her coat off and kicking her shoes off to the floor. “Sophie!” I say in a hard voice.

She looks over and smiles sheepishly before walking back over and putting her shoes on the rack and her coat on the hanger. “Good girl. Jess why don’t you both head to the living room and I’ll bring those hot chocolates.” Sophie grabs Jess’s hand before I can even finish and drags her to the living room to play Barbie’s no doubt. “Okay looks like that’s what we’re doing!” Jess laughs as she gets dragged.

🍼🍼🍼🍼

I walk into the living room with two steaming mugs of hot chocolate and a warm baby bottle of chocolate milk under my arm. I walk in to find them on the floor forgotten Barbie laying all around them while Sophie’s favorite movie tangled is playing on the tv.

My princess is sitting crisscrossed apple sauce staring up at the tv with her thumb in her mouth. They both look over when I walk in and Sophie claps her hands in excitement bouncing up and down on her soaked diaper. “Yay chocy milk!!”

I hand Jess her mug and set mine on the coffee table. “Let’s sit on the couch and relax a little?” Jess nods, “sounds perfect! My dat has been absolutely shit at work so I’d love to just relax.” She gasps and covers her mouth, “ohmygod im so sorry.”

Sophie laughs, “auntie said a bad word mommy!!”

“I know sweetie but she’s allowed to since she’s an adult but you can’t say bad words why?” I ask her pointedly. “Cuz I’m jus a baby!” She says. “Yes you are, you’re mommy’s stinky little princess.” She turns into a tomato and we all laugh.

I turn the overhead lights off but keep the lamps on to create more of an ambience.

Jess and I settle on the couch and we pat our laps. Sophie crawls over from her spot on the floor and climbs on the couch. She lays her head on the pillow in my lap and her piss filled diapered butt in Jess’s lap.

Jess rests her hand on her diapered butt and sips from her drink as she watches the movie.

“Chocy milk pwease.” Sophie says in a quiet voice finally coming down from all her excitement. She yawns just as I bring the teat to her lips. She opens and slips it inside suckling softly. I hold it for a few seconds but she takes it from me and hold it between her sweater paws as she watches.

I brush her soft wavy hair from her face and rub her back as I sip away at my drink.

Soon she finishes and hands me her bottle. She whines and turns over toward us her face now pressed against my tits. “Milkies pwease mama.” She cries.

“Oh Sweet Girl of course don’t cry I know you’re sleepy but don’t forget you need to bathe first. So just a little bit of milkies.” She nods and nuzzles my chest looking for my nipple.

I start to try and pull my top off but I’m struggling because I decided to wear my cute sweater instead of the one that I know is easily assessable for breastfeeding. “Here let me help you.” Jess reaches over and helps me pull my sweater off and she unclasps the back of my bra for me. It slips off and my breasts hang free. Sophie opens her mouth and attempts to snag my swinging tit into her mouth as I move around.

I quickly settle back but Sophie is so tired she doesn’t even lift her head to try to get my nipple again.

I go to push my nipple into her mouth but Jess brushes my hand away. “Let me please.” She says in a breathy voice obviously very turned on. She grabs my right tit and squeezes my nipple a bit so milk leaks on her fingers. I gasp “oh fuck.”

She squirts some milk into Sophie’s mouth who gulps it up and attempts to take my nipple in her mouth again. Jess lifts my tit and drops my nipple right into Sophie’s mouth. She quickly latches on and moans suckling hard. Jess moves her hand away and moans as she sucks off my breastmilk from her fingers while looking me right in the eyes.

Shit that was hot.

She settles back against the couch and runs her hands up and down Sophie’s legs. I look down at my sweet girl and her eyes are closed as she suckles. I brush fingers through her hair and she sighs in happiness. “Such a good girl for mama.” I tell her tenderly.

“Your nipples changed.” Jess says suddenly, I look up and she’s staring at my left nipple that’s leaking milk. I look at her in confusion so she continues “sorry that was so random but I just noticed how… big they look now?” She says slowly scooting closer to me. “And your milk has definitely came in much more since the last time I was here it’s a lot creamier?” She says in awe her eyes not leaving Sophie’s lips that are suckling much more softly now.

I brush my left nipple and pinch it more milk leaking out. “I’m suprised you noticed, but yes. My nipples are now accustomed to Sophie’s constant suckling so that combined with the breast pump I used in the first few months they’ve gotten much bigger and thicker to help her drink. And the milk honestly depends on my diet which I’ve gotten down perfectly so far so it helps it with the taste but the creamy factor, I’m not really sure I’ve looked online if the pills I took to help increase my prolactin levels had anything to do with it but it didn’t say.” Jess hums and licks her lips. “Well it tastes really good.”

“Would you… would you like to try some? I mean right from the source that is? I don’t pump anymore so suckling would be the only way.” I ask her quietly not wanting to disturb my beautiful girl from her drinking. Jess looks shocked but slowly nods, “are you sure? I don’t want to make you uncomfortable or anything.” She says in a small voice, she sounds so young in that moment I just know she’s at the edge of her little space.

“Come here sweetie, rest your head softly against Sophie’s belly.” She does as I say and just lays there looking up at me. Her mouth is slightly open and drool is leaking out all over her chin. Her hands are curled up against her chest in a ball as she waits.

I rub some of her drool around and press my finger down on her tongue forcing her mouth open wider. She makes an ahh noise as if she’s at the dentist. I pull my finger away and pick up my heavy breast and drop my fat leaking nipple right into her warm drooling mouth. She slobbers all over my nipple in an attempt to figure out the best way to suckle. I let her take time.

“Sweetie relax I’m not gonna take it away you have time to figure it out just start slow.” She whines but listens. She starts to take small little suck’s off my milk and slowly finds a rhythm. Soon I have two beautiful little girls suckling away at my nipples simultaneously.

“Gorgeous gorgeous girls. Look at my two daughters suckling on their mamas big fat nipples. Such good girls.” I coo and brush my hands on there heads as they suckle. They moan and suck harder and fuck does it feel amazing having two little girls suckling on their mommy’s tits.

Sophie slows down and let’s out a small toot. “Oof stinky baby! Does my sweet baby need to make poopies?” I question even though I know the answer. She pops off my nipple, “yesh mama I need to make big poo poo.”

Before I can reply, Jess let’s out a loud fart. “Oh no, does baby Jess need to go poopies as well?” Jess turns into a tomato and nods not saying a word. Sweet girl has gone completely nonverbal. “That’s okay I’ll get you into a diaper in no time. And then mommy will clean up both her daughters dirty little butts.” I slip my finger into both their mouths popping them off my nipples. They whine and try to latch back on.

“No girls, mommy has to get jess into a diaper like Sophie’s before she makes a mess of her leggings.” I tell them sternly. “Now up you both go, and lay on your backs in the floor for me.” They listen without a word, but before Jess can lay down she clutches her tummy and cries. “Oh hun what’s wrong?” Before she can tell me she lets out a loud wet fart and all I hear are gushes and gushes of poop spilling out of her little asshole right into her panties and leggings.

She looks at me with wide eyes tears streaming down her face as she keeps pushing. Her forehead creasing as she squeezes harder. “Mama mama” she cries.

Oh baby. I bring her down to the floor and she cries against my chest on her knees still pushing. “It’s okay honey, finish your poopies and mommy will clean you right up it’s okay sweetheart there’s no need to cry.” She nods against my chest and I look over at Sophie who is in her own world playing with her Barbie’s laying on her tummy. Her diaper so full it’s leaking out onto her white leggings and of course she’s completely oblivious without a care in the world. She’s so freaking cute.

With Jess still against my chest crying I decide to wait a few moments before getting up to get their changes. I push my nipple against her lips and she opens suckling hard and fast right away using me as a pacifier to comfort her. “Shhh honey it’s okay it’s okay. Just drink mommy’s milkies.” She hums in content as I rub her back.

I bring my hand down to her butt to see just how full it’s gotten and boy did she make a stinker. I squeeze her butt and I hear her poop squish against her as I do.

“Such a good little girl making such a big stinky mess, just like Sophie’s. Both of my stinky poppy daughters are perfect.” Sophie looks up at me and smiles before turning back to her dolls. I look down at Jess and her eyes are closed as she slowly sucks.

To be continued.