#sorry they're late

[primewritessmut]

B, E, R if they haven't been asked already

The way I saw this come in and then just. couldn't. access. my. inbox. suddenly? Anyway, I made it. We're here. Let's go.

B:  What was the first fandom you read fic in?  Which was the first you wrote fic for?

The first fandom I ever read was for Johnlock (Sherlock Homes/TV). In fact, I think the first fic I've ever read is also my first bookmark ever. It's a sweet little domestic fluff/love declaration and man have I branched out since then.

The first fandom I wrote for was Symbrock. I don't think it's the first fandom I ever published for, but my very first fanfic was Need a Helping Hand? at the beginning of 2022. I hit the ground running, one could say.

E: What character do you identify with most?  Is there a certain fic of yours that captures these qualities particularly well?

I don't truly identify with any of the (fanfic) characters I write. That's sort of the point for me. I write to get away from things; life, responsibilities, myself, and the last thing I want to do is have to follow around some asshole on a journey of self-discovery that acts just like I do.

That being said, there are some characters that are easier for me to write than others. For example, Eddie is easier than the symbiote. Wade is easier than Peter. Harley is easier than Ivy. Mobius is easier than Loki. I'm sure that does say something about me, but I refuse to listen to it.

R: Which writers (fanfic or otherwise) do you consider the biggest influence on you and your writing?

I'm usually pretty heavily influenced by whatever I'm reading in the moment. But there are a few writers that have managed to alter my brain chemistry through my reading life: Christopher Pike (I know!), Chuck Palahniuk, and a plethora of romance writers. Just the romance genre, in general, I think. The bloody, macabre parts come from the first two and the bubblegum of my writing style comes from the last one. There's also a place in my heart for authors that can blend both, and authors that manage to be funny or clever throughout. (T. Kingfisher is one of my favorites for that.)

Also, over the last year @punch-love has probably had the biggest direct impact on my writing. Mostly in the role of the devil on my shoulder telling me to push the knife deeper and draw more blood. There are a truly wild number of things I never would have explored in writing if I hadn't stumbled into his path.

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[transgender-rex]

Saturday and Sunday's rocks were: empty bag (???) And Green Adventurine Crystal Chips With Holes

I'm not quite sure if something was supposed to be in the bag as nothing was mentioned on the calendar but uh.

According to the calendar: "crushed crystal pieces have been well tumbled, polished, and a hole drilled, excellent for making jewelry. Coming with an elastic string, DIY your own semi-precious gemstone bracelet as a gift for yourself or your friends."

Days 3 and 4/25

Taglist: @awkwardlyqueer @the-clockwork-three @thefaceofthegirlinthewater @ladydragonkiller @bifrosted-flakes @sagetheunwise @kazs-scheming-face @nighttriumphant17 @sashadealltheknives @inspectorlyfra @alfredo-zauce ask to be added or removed!!

[egophiliac]

so excited for Kalim to save the day by swiper-no-swiping this dip. you can do it! I believe in you!

god I hope this reads properly

[lulu-draws-stuff]

How does that sound?

[excali8ur]

Weird dream.

[dragondawdles]

did an art sprint challenge thing tonight have a sub-2 hour deku link

[reapersynth]

The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim (2011) ♡ dev. bethesda game studios

[percivaltzing]

Jack of Diamonds Plas card

[fallen-goldfishcracker]

Still on my Ulder & Wyll bullshit but like

I keep thinking of Ulder Ravenguard, sending away his only son at seventeen, and years later hearing of a hero with a fine rapier and mismatched, kind eyes and manners from a storybook, and thinking, demanding surely not. that cannot be my son. my son is a devil's servant. it cannot be. i have no son.

and then after seven long years meeting Wyll again, at Wrym's Rock through a mindflayer's thrall, and feeling something like relief, not at seeing him but at this cold surety that this boy, this man, this hero of the frontiers could not be his son, because his son was not this tall and old and sure-footed, and did not have curling horns and a devil red eye, and the rumors must be wrong, and this Blade must be a stranger.

And then Wyll looks at him, with such kind eyes- his mother's eyes still, even devil-tainted- and calls him "father", and he knows, he knows, and his son is here, so much older and wearier and stronger, too, and he's a hero and a man and by gods he's a monster and by gods he's his son.

[jedislight]

[spirk-trek]

are u kidding me right now

[crybaby-bkg]

Trainer Bakugou who you're a little terrified of the first day you're paired with him. when asking for a trainer at the gym, you had expected the friendly redhead who always looked so sweet and encouraging and cut as hell. you weren't expecting his grumpy looking blond counterpart, who was all glares and shouts for his clients to keep pushing themselves.

you were hesitant at first, before you quickly realized that it was all a ruse, for the most part. he pushed those who needed that extra encouragement, but was more lenient to people like you who simply wanted a professionals guidance. so, after a few weeks, you liked him for the most part, and his looks damn sure made it easier to cozy up to the big guy.

the only issue you've been having with Bakugou though are the...coregasms, as you've seen them been named on social media, that you keep experiencing. the first time, you weren't sure what it was, why your stomach and pelvis kept tightening up. you couldn't have...climaxed, or anything. you hadn't even been touched!

but, as the weeks go by, and the workouts get more strenuous, they've become harder and harder to subside and ignore, and so had Bakugou's commands to keep going when you suddenly stopped. you can only lie and say its cramps so many times before he realizes that something is up.

you're midway through a good morning, when that familiar feeling starts tightening in the pit of your gut. you clench your eyes shut, shaking your head a little, as if you could ward off the impending feeling. bakugou notices though, frowning at your almost pained expression in the mirror, walking up behind you to stop you as you pull yourself back up. his hands are on your waist, and as you come up, you feel his bulge glide over the curve of your ass, and something in you snaps.

you gasp, buckling over, one hand on your knee as the other reaches back for bakugou's hand to keep you up as your thighs shake. you can feel yourself spasming, clenching and unclenching around nothing, secretly wishing you had something that could fill you up, something that you felt throb against you as bakugou leaned over your form.

"Another coregasm, huh?" he asks you lowly, his lips brushing your ear as you bite your bottom lip to hold back your moan. your eyes buck open though, when his words sink in, head tipping back to look at him in the mirror, only to find his gaze already on you.

"You knew every time?" you ask quietly, panting now that its finally starting to pass over you. but bakugou doesn't let you up from this position, especially since the area you're in seems to be desolate for now.

"It's hard to ignore how pretty you look when you cum, sweetheart." Bakugou seals his words with a firm press to your ass, his cock rubbing the seam, and you can practically feel the heat and veins of it through your thin bottoms. you groan under your breath, getting lost in the feeling of him grinding against you, when he suddenly speaks again.

"You still feel it?" he asks, voice low as he looks at you through his lashes. you nod, biting at your bottom lip as you meet the steady rock of his hips, watching how he smiles before slotting his lips against your ear.

"Want me to help make it go away?" and he does, in the employee locker room after hours. he makes it go away, and rebuild, and go away again and again until you're hoarse and your legs are weaker than they typically are on leg day. bakugou helps the ache go away, but not for that sweet redheaded coworker of his, whose fists have fucked his cock the entire time of watching bakugou rail you over the locker room bench again and again.

[trashyshrew]

congrats on making it to the weekend!! after a long week i’m always in the mood for hurt/comfort, so maybe some hurt/comfort lawlight? feel free to disregard if this isn’t the vibe you’re looking for!

[temeyes]

belated 5th anniv to my favorite war game!

[lakesparkles]

hai do you think julie powers and diane nguyen would get along! im really curious about your opinion:3

Hi!! Honestly? I think they would!

I have a headcanon that everybody ends up getting along with Julie somehow. She may not be nice about it, but she always says what people need to listen.

Diane would have mixed feelings about her, but would always come back to Second Cup.

[judas-redeemed]

*writing my 1539274th poem about grief in my notes app* perhaps i am not handling this very well