#sp author

[spsavageeeeeeeeeeeee]

God to find a man that sees me how Hozier sees his lovers

[nibbelraz]

THANK YOU @neatnete FOR TALKING WITH ME ABOUT ORV AND SVSSS

Thinking about Plotter and Bingge doing monthly meetings with wine to discuss how they weren't chosen by their readers and have to talk it out while all the kkomas and Bingge's wives hang out.

Han Sooyoung and Shang Qinghua being friends as they make fun of their readers and protagonists.

Kim Dokja seeing how tragic and interesting Shen Jiu is, Bingge new to this type of heartbreak while Plotter has lived a very long time to understand and move on.

And of course Uriel and Liu Mingyan being THE BEST of friends writing fics about everything together ✨️

[clowfish]

I’ve decided on angsty comedy

context

[k0k0-library]

MDNI: Slow sex and Old tapes

Pairing: Sentinel Prime x F! reader

Fandom: Transformers, specifically Dark of The Moon

Rating: 18+

Warnings: old man servicing you, age gap, xeno, mentions of racism and death, Sentinel still can get it up miraculously

Sentinel is not an asshole in this one, purely for my thirst for this robot.

After being brought back to the world of the living by Optimus' very *gentle* handling with the matrix of leadership, Sentinel was now stranded on this organic planet with his ex-undermechs. They were outnumbered, outgunned and with the pillars now gone thanks to the slow advancement of the humans, the Autobots will have a very hard time in challenging Megatron. Winning was already off the table for the former Commander. All they could do now was maybe try and prelong their already known fate: dying.

Humans were tiny organics, and he looked at them, trated them like they were some kind of desgusting insects. Why did his pupil ally with such insignificant creatures, he couldn't tell. Sentinel was a man of ration and power, but by the Primes, his old age was not helping him in the slightest. And the blonde human femme was infuriating him like no other could in his entire life... and he did deal with some pretty nasty scraplets in said life.

The drop that would fill the glass of anger for the old Commander was when Optimus himself presented a human femme to him. "She will be your guide here on Earth. Y/N was one of our first allies when we arrived here and I believe the two of you will get allong perfectly" Sentinel wanted to protest, he really wanted to, but something in his spark didn't let him when he looked at you. By the stars, weren't you a very pretty human!

Sentinel gently scooped you up in his servos and brought you closer to him, "Aren't you a sight for sore optics" He started to ramble about his past as he carried you to his secluded area of the lab at N.E.S.T. You have learnt many things about Cybertron's past: about the thirteen primes, about the High Council that reigned for generations, about his early ages in the military and the misschief he caused-

"You? Causing misschief? I must say, I can't believe that!"

"Oh, I know little one. But it is true. It was not seldom I found myself sneaking out of my sqad's formations to make a break for it and go in the city! Some of my peers did cover for me when they could so I'd take minimum punishment for it. This reminds me-"

And you also learned quickly that he loved to talk about the past, like any old man. Maybe humans and Cybertronians weren't so different after all, since it was clear that Sentinel Prime was just like a grandpa that talks to you while you wait in line at the convenience store. "Sentinel, you seem to avoid something. Optimus said you are anxious about his battles with Megatron"

"Ah, that..." His voicebox clicked in a weird way trying to clear his voice maybe, then take a deep breath in. He heard that it helps with nerves, but it did anything else than help him. "You are a young speecies, humans. You do not even understand the science behind my spacebridge pillars, let alone understand the complicated feelings of a Cybertronian worrior."

He was right, maybe rude and a bit judgemental, but he was right. You didn't really understand the things that made Transformers click, but one thing you knew very well. "Are you scared?" Was he scared of something? Or maybe you just missinterpreted his actions and was going to anger him.

"Concerned, more than scared. I fear the day that Optimus will make the same mistakes as I once did."

"You were a great teacher, I am sure that he learned from your mistakes long ago"

He smiled slightly, the corners of his intake twitching slightly. You could've sworn you heard him call you a cheecky bustard, but maybe it was just your imagination. Either way, Sentinel Prime trusted you and allowed you to be in contact with him. A huge achievement, my friend, believe me.

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One particular cold night at the N.E.S.T., you were waiting at the docking bay for the platform carring Beta team back home from a mission they had in Europe. They were going to retrieve a Cybertronian artifact that Ratchet's scanners have picked up, but you havent heard from them since they set sail to come home. "Now who is the one that concerns herself with others?" You heard Sentinels quiet, robotic voice coo at you.

He was right, you were concerned, and you had a bad feeling about this. "Can't I be waiting for my friends to come back?" You spat back a bit too harshly, but he didn't mind it. He lost many mech in his life, friends, collegues, even family. War was a terrible thing so he knew better than to make you feel bad about being snappy.

Sentinel sat next to you, tucking his wingblades tightly around him and waiting with you. You glanced up at the metal giant. Now that you thought about it, you never actually saw his alt-mode. What was it? He had detachable wings that he used like claymored when training with Bumblebee and Ironhide; yet he also had truck tires like optimus. 28 guage? He was really heavy duty! Knockout would've approved. It didn't take long for your cheecks to heat up at an alien thought in your mind as you kept eyeing the older Prime.

He didn't show any signs of rusting, like you've seen in Wheeljack, and he certainly was still as strong as a Predacon. For the love of all that's holy, the mech almost tore down the place when he was resurected because he was still in fight mode, ready to shake the grounds for some lowly Decepticons. If there was some kind of parralel for dilfs on Cybertron, you were sure as hell that Sentinel would be a decent one.

You found your eyelids become more and more heavy, and your head bumpped into the side of his thigh with a slight thank sound. "Easy, there little one... I'm still very much made of metal and you of flesh" He chuckled as you rubbed your head where you hurt it. "Yeah, I know. I managed to bonk it like hell on you..."

After some time, you finally realised that no one was coming back and you started to tear up, looking up at the stary sky. You didn't even know why you were crying for, you knew that this was a very dangerous job and it was never certain that they will return at all, let alone return alive. As your eyes clouded with tears, you felt one of Sentinel's digits gently pat you on your hear, ruffling your hair.

"There, there, little one. You are not alone"

"You'll die too one day"

Now why did you have to go and spoil it all by saying something stupid like that. The poor mech was just trying to make you feel better, to confort you; you needn't be that stingy with the old man. You tried to appologise, but he wouldn't have it. As he put it: one must never appologise for the way their soul feels, little one. In other words, he was understanding, more than you ever thought he could.

You cried, as he held you in his hands the whole night. It was almost immpossible for him to soothe your pain to be honest, and the Prime felt bad that he couldn't make his companion feel better. "Death is a bitter and unfair thing, my dear. But we must honour our allies by remembering them in the best way-" You felt very sappy already and shut him up by pressing your hands to his metal lips. He caught the gist and stopped talking, allowing you to talk.

Sentinel's optics widdened slightly as you pressed your lips to his in a soft kiss. The image itself was quite funny because you were quite a small human and he could literally fit you in his intake whole. Not that he'd ever do something like this, Sentinel was a vanilla-typpa-man. Somewhat.

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Later, when the clock hit 2 in the morning and the N.E.S.T. base was almost too quiet, you laid sprawled in one of Sentinel's servos, naked, as he was working his glosa on your needy, wet core. You were trying very hard not to moan, not to even sound out a whine, nothing. But it was difficult, as the older mech knew how to make his partens very satisfied. Every time your body twitched and tried to seek some form of support in him, he left out a slight chuckle.

"Is my little human already going to cum all over?~ Is my sweet girl going to beg for more?~" He kissed you again, the kiss itself being more hungry, but still somewhat holding back. The Prime didn't want to hurt you, not one bit and he knew how fragile humans could be.

His other servo pressed on top of you putting some pressure on your body. His colld metal cooled down your aching heat only a bit, making it more bareable. "So needy, my little girl" One of his thumbs moved and prodded the enterance of your vagina. That was it, you couldn't contain yourself anymore as you began to moan for him and sob as he got his tip in.

He shushed you, as his interface panels slowly retracted and let his spike presurise. By the Primes, he thought you were absolutely devine. Sentinel shifted himself, one servo holding you, thumb pumping slowly in and out of your pussy and one on his spike, slowly chasing his own overload.

"Are you going to be a good girl for your sire?"

"Yes-"

"Yes?"

"Yes!" You screamed out as you squirted, yet his movements didnt stop. "no, no little girl. We aren't stoppint until I have seen enough of that pretty face of yours as you cum on my digit.

Lets just say, the morning was finally when you managed to catch some shut eye.

[miizufaye]

I've been out of my data for two days, but now I'm back!!

I literally just read a wonderful fanfic, and I'm here to share my favorite sections of it.

The fanfic is called Is it you or the food I'm allergic to by the wonderful Meepleep

I adore how you wrote the main 4, especially your Stan and Kyle. I was reading this fic just for the fun shenanigans of Eric Cartman, but you won me over with style and how perfect they were.

[piningpercussionist]

transfem scott getting lots of support from ramona and kim in the early 2000's when shit's very taboo but they all 3 have a fire forged bond and lord if they aren't going to make sure they're all as happy as they can be because they've come this far and I dunno it just makes me happy all three of them

YES YES YES

It makes me very happy as well,,

Like I've said before. General Trans Scott enthusiast here- I love the idea of their little support network *violent coughing* I (we?) mean polycule *violent coughing* so fucking much.

Ramona I think has a bit of a more gentle hand with reassuring Scott with gender issues, but sometimes she just can't help herself from some pointed banter or teasing- how could you with someone so dense? (Said w affection)

And then Kim I think is more blunt. But like, in a good way mostly, you know? The kinda blunt that makes you snap to attention and go "Oh. Yeah that was silly of me." And if Ramona's started some sort of banter? Kim is SO piling on. Maybe sometimes she's a bit TOO blunt with it- but it's only because she's so firm in her support. She wants Scott to Get It Together- and be happier for it. So if some ribbing now and again is in order, then goddamnit she will do so! Anything to crack that shell.

And ohhh can you imagine how they would react to some transphobic bullshit?? Unholy terror would be driven into the offender before they walk off with an absurd amount of coins between them. I can feel it in my bones. Scott doesn't even have to lift a finger (if the transphobe is even noticed/processed at all, bc I honestly can see Scott just. Not realizing someone's being transphobic.) Kim giving someone a lashing with her tongue as distraction and then Ramona coming in with the hammer- BAM! Free Money! Paying literally with your life for your transphobia. A Better And Just World.

And of course (transfem Scott more specifically, here,) the way Scott would start to flourish under their support... cagey and maybe a little (perhaps a lot-) resistant to start- but Kim's blunt affirmations and no nonsense attitude for bullshit (which is what Scott insisting on "being cis" would be, c'mon now,) and Ramona's also low bullshit tolerance but less Stabby (bc I won't lie, that's probably how Kim's comments would feel,) assurances? Ough... My Heart... Be Still-

I would Kill for them, Your Honor-

(Ran out of tags so putting this in the body of the post- I am SO tired someone pls sound off if this isn't as coherent as I am hoping this is. I WAS trying to nap and get the extra sleep I desperately needed but the writing bug... it Bit Me.... only a little but enough to stop that process-)

[sweetvalentinescandy]

i forgot to draw something for pride month so heres creek. you know. as a treat

the true pride festival experience (i had my first one this year! it was so fun!! i also lowkey fell in love with some cute alt kid but i was also a state away from home and they did not talk to me)

[caorl]

"Kyle?” Stan speaks. Kyle turns to him.

"Can you read to me?”

Pour my love out, spill it on the ground by sleep2thefr33zing

(version without the text!!)

[rain-goodreads]

💫 Special Post 💫 :

“Atlantic Canadian Books to Read in 2025… selon les personnages de South Park!”

ENGLISH / FRANÇAIS

rainsbookreviews (@rain-goodreads )~ @digitallylit ~ @paramountpictures & @warnerbrosentertainment

Description:

“This year, I discovered my first love: the bookish community of Digitally Lit, and the wonderful world of Atlantic Canadian authors 📚 . During the holiday season, I discovered my second love: a little (huge) show named South Park 🏔️ . To celebrate the New Year and my love for both these lovely things, I’ve decided to create a very special post dedicated to them by making a list of ATLANTIC CANADIAN BOOKS TO READ IN 2025, with descriptions of the various characters of SOUTH PARK AND THE BOOKS THEY’D MOST LIKELY READ!

J’espère que vous trouverez des nouveaux livres intéressants (et diversifiés) à lire cette année, ainsi que d’apprendre plus à propos du monde fantastique de South Park! Merci encore pour tout votre support - c’est à cause de vous que je suis capable de faire les choses que j’aime et partager cette amour avec vous tous! ❤️

Without further ado, I hope you enjoy this little love project to kickstart this year together! 🤘

Sans plus tarder, j’espère que vous aimeriez ce petit projet d’amour pour commencer l’année ensemble ! 😎  »

Credits:

« South Park » - Paramount & Warner Bros. Entertainment

« At First, Lonely » - Tanya Davis & Acorn Press Canada

« Holocaust to Resistance » - Susanne Berliner Weiss & Fernwood Publishing

« Cours, Ben, Cours! » - Sonia Cotten et Philippe Garon & Bouton d’Or Acadie

« The Book of Letters I Didn’t Know Where to Send » - Steve Patterson & Goose Lane Editions

« Genre, féminismes et développement » - Charmain Levy et Andréas Martinez & Bouton d’Or Acadie

« Harold and Harold��» - Budge Wilson with Terry Roscoe & Nimbus Publishing

« Illness and the Art of Creative Self-Expression » - John Graham-Poll and Patch Adams& HARP

« Un gamin acadien » - Beryl Young & Bouton d’Or Acadie

And of course, Digitally Lit, pour cette opportunité merveilleuse de partager l’amour de la litéracie! 💜

[fragiledate]

lalalala lalalala

[1moreoffkeyanthem]

I need to actually finish one of these wips bc I have a SERIOUS “Ao3 Author Curse Is Real” story to put in the notes. The Whumpshot Wizard became the whumped so bad

[spsavageeeeeeeeeeeee]

The way I'm falling in love with writing again is so freeing. I fucking love it

[the-hollow-quill]

Prologue

It took thirty seconds for the alarm to start shrieking after the doors were opened. A single shrill, piercing note repeated throughout the white mirror-walled complex as the sterile hallways filled with people. Children and teenagers stumbled out of their rooms in the dark hospital gown garments, frantic-eyed.

A kid dressed differently from the others in the near militaristic uniform of the Institute’s staff, sprinted down the reflective linoleum with purpose. Their thick-heeled combat boots pounded loudly against the floor in alteration with the alarm as they swung themselves around a corner with a half abandoned follow me gesture.

It hadn’t taken the older gowned teenagers long to catch on to what was happening as they ushered the younger kids out in front of them, urging them to follow the uniformed kid still bolting through the labyrinthine institute. They were getting out. The kid was breaking them out.

Guards in heavy white uniforms stormed into the hallway, their masks matching the mirrored walls reflected the crowd of faces. Doctors rushed in after them, their hands outstretched toward the soldiers pleadingly as one shouted, “Stop! We still need them!”

The uniformed kid looked over their shoulder with wide eyes as they watched the soldiers ignore the doctors’ orders and aimed down the crowd of escapees, firing upon the hall without hesitation. Indistinguishable shouting, shattering glass, echoing gunshots. Teenagers and children crumpled to the floor in dark bloodied heaps.

Desperation and urgency clawed at the uniformed kid’s throat as they clenched their jaw. They were supposed to get the others out—as many of them as they could. What good would it be if they all died before they ever got to the door?

Get them out. Get them out. Get. Them. OUT.

They threw themselves around a corner, the momentum of the movement slamming them into the opposite wall with a pained gasp as they slid across the slick floor. Adrenaline sent them careening to their feet again, looking at the unharmed teenagers in the new hallway, they hoped they’d all catch on as they launched into another sprint. Power itched under their skin, sung in their head until it drowned out the sounds of people dying in the hallway they’d just left.

Blood-spattered gowned teenagers and children staggered into the hallway behind the kid desperate and panicked. The uniformed kid sighed at the sight, their stomach turning at the sound of more gunshots, and they pushed their altered body to its limit. They dug their boots farther into the ground, pushing themselves faster, farther, please. Electricity crackled above them, the fluorescent lights popping with the overcharge before the corridor was thrown into darkness. Surprised shouts echoed behind them as the uniformed kid kept their pace.

Whipping themselves around the last nearly identical corner the kid’s breathing stuttered at the sight of their goal. A blinking electrical panel next to a large industrial loading-dock door beckoned them closer. Come on, faster. You’re almost there. You need to get some of them out.

Click, click, click.

The rhythmic tapping of high heels on the complex’s hard flooring broke through the white noise in the uniformed kids’ head. Shit. Fear froze their limbs, their foot catching on the back of their calf sending them crashing to the floor in a pained mass. They slid until they collided with the far wall with a resounding bang, their spine screaming with the impact.

“I feel,” the Doctor’s honeyed voice called as she slowly sauntered over to the kid, “like you know better, Alter.”

The kid—Alter—whimpered, pulling themselves to their knees, their eyes never raising higher than the woman’s knees. Her heels continued to clack with her leisurely pace down the adjoining hall toward them, her hands in her long, pristine lab coat.

Alter pushed themselves to their shaking feet, the panel not a foot behind them. “Please.” The word was broken, whispering horribly out of their throat with disuse as they twisted, their bruised spine cracking with the effort and they slammed their hand on the lock-panel. “Come on, you bastard, work.”

Electric sparks lit up underneath Alter’s palm, cracking along their fingers as the panel beeped and the door swung open with a screech. The alarm tone echoed through the speakers outside the complex walls and Alter turned, watching as the escapees came rushing toward them. 

They rushed through the doors and Alter watched the tear-stained, blank faces in a blur. Faceless guards continued to fire on them, rifle shots slicing through bodies that crumpled to the ground lifeless in front of Alter. Inhuman. Cruel.

A young olive-skinned girl, no older than twelve holding the hand of an older girl, locked eyes with Alter for a moment as she ran by. Bright blue eyes and matching faint electric veins. A successful experiment. Alter watched as she was pushed out by the older girl leaving Alter there.

They sighed as the last lucky few people escaped through the institute doors and their knees finally gave out. With a metallic thud they hit the ground, a sharp pain shooting up their unaltered left leg.

“Well, now we’re behind schedule,” the Doctor said, coming to a stop next to Alter’s shivering side. Her eyes were fixed on the backs of the dwindling children. 

“I can’t say I’m necessarily surprised, but I must ask: was this really worth it?” she asked, looking down at Alter.

Alter stared down the corridor littered with dead kids and blood pooling along white laboratory floors before slowly lifting their eyes to look up at the Doctor. Cold brown eyes and plastered sickly-sweet smile made their stomach twist nauseatingly, and Alter couldn’t help but wonder if it was worth it.

[clowfish]

fanart of chapter 18 of The Thief by @wintergrew which is literally the best fanfic I have ever read in my life https://archiveofourown.org/works/14432472/chapters/51578533#workskin

technicalllllyyy tweek is wearing a shirt in this scene but I wanted the drawing to be a bit ambiguous without context

[spaghettificationandpretzels]

Writing Resources: Chronic Pain and Illness

Sp's resources for Content Creators Materialist

Trigger warnings for discussion of chronic pain and illness. Other authors are more than welcome to add their own points and I will update the link in the masterlist as more is added. Alternatively, send me an anon ask or DM if you want to remain anonymous. I have more than one chronic issue myself, I will use the block unbutton if you're an ass about this.

Chronic pain and illness have little to no representation in fanfiction. If you wish to add these to your story and you don't experience the subject yourself, please do research using medically accurate sources.

Patient Care and Health Information - The Mayo Clinic. Look up the condition in the search bar.

The NHS website Look up the condition in the search bar.

Another good resource is forums and subreddits.

2. Even people with the same condition have different experiences, be careful not to make blanket statements.

3. Women, POC and members of the lgbtqia+ community are less likely to get treatment, more likely to be treated like drug seekers and are more likely to be misdiagnosed or have to wait much longer for an accurate diagnosis. Similarly, their issues are more likely to be blamed on mental health issues and hypochondria.

4. Someone living with a chronic condition may not have a 'normal', or what they consider normal may be disordered. Some people with chronic conditions may not know what not being in pain or being well-rested is like. When I was younger and before my current treatment, I was never hungry or out of pain, this shocked people when I told them, it was as normal as breathing to me.

5. Doctors can suck, some people are outright terrified to get treatment due to past experiences. I was treated like a drug seeker once and now get the shakes before seeing a new doctor for fear of being called an addict.

6. The things people experiences do not care what you have going on. They can steal happy moments in a flash and render someone unable to leave their home, it's common for someone with a chronic condition to need to plan everything down to the second (or feel like they need to), cancel at the last minute or worry that they won't be able to enjoy something they have looked forward to.

7. We are not looking to be babied, I know my own limits and will express them. There is a line between a character being caring and infantilising. Having said that, there are times when I haven't expressed my needs for fear they will be ignored. If you are writing a caretaker scene or character be careful to ensure the other person still maintains their autonomy.

8. Empathy, not sympathy. Sympathy is looking down at someone in a hole and telling them they can climb out, empathy is getting in there are helping them out. Sometimes the best thing someone can hear is "I have no idea what you're going through."

9. Chronic conditions are systematic, it's not just pain, it's also brain fog, being unable to sleep or stay awake, having problems controlling emotions, and changes in appetite and sex drive.

10. There is never a magic cure, chronic conditions are a part of someone. Making them disappear doesn't mean a happy ending because, in real life, they don't disappear. It doesn't make someone less than others if they don't get better.

Part Two: Chronic migraines

[mannequinhandsinyerma]

Dude I’m writing the next chapter of my gayass style fic instead of doing my coursework about the female reproductive system… Could I be any gayer?