#the wip that shall not be named

[dearunreliablenarrator]

just a itty bitty writing share of some dialogue...

"Surely, you cannot wish to marry her? You must have heard the rumors that spread about, you cannot be so be gone with this woman to leave behind your dignity and honor! She is a charmer! A user!”

“Then let her use me! If the truth behind this marriage of that of lies and betrayal then so be it. As long as everyone remains well, that is all that matters. End of discussion.”

“But Your Grace, what of Ms. Yvette? You cannot expect her-“

“When I say end of discussion, you are to say ‘Yes, your grace’, give me your back and close that door. Not talk back, take this as your only warning.”

“Yes, Your Grace..”

[velidewrites]

🌸 for the fic ask meme?

"And you?" Elain's eyes narrowed. "Are you not going to ask me?"

The man—Lucien—looked entirely confused. "Ask you... what?"

She fought the urge to scoff. "Are you not going to ask what my name is?"

"Oh, no. I'm not interested."

[scarletfire03]

clangclang and boomboom

[mooniedangbiiachay]

She's about to spit some useless facts. Gosh I love girl Harold.

Decided to give Galar Harold a different hat cause he look kinda cute in this one.

[enigma-and-oasis]

I have decided to do something very lewd, out of the ordinary and possibly the weirdest yet dirtiest one-shot pair I have done so far. Here is a preview of a boxer!AU bnha smutty oneshot.

Warnings: Spitting in mouth, blowjob, dirty talk

Mirio pulled off with a wet pop, his lips glistening with Enji's pre-cum. Enji's hand tightened in his hair, holding him firmly in place. "Tongue out," Enji commanded, his voice rough with lust. Mirio obeyed, his tongue extended, glistening of his spit and the older man's precum in the dim light of the locker room.

Enji leans down, his face close to Mirio's, and spat directly into his open mouth. The spittle mixed with the moisture from Mirio's mouth, creating a slippery mess.

The blonde's tongue swirled around the head of Enji's dick, the combination of his saliva and the older man's spittle creating a slick, inviting surface. Enji groaned, his hips bucking slightly as Mirio's tongue worked its magic. "That's it," Enji breathed, "make it nice and wet."

Confident, Mirio engulfs Enji's cock again, this time using his tongue to create a suction, mimicking the sensation of a fleshlight. Enji's grip on Mirio's hair tightened, his other hand reaching down to grip the younger man's jaw guiding him deeper onto his shaft, a gagging noise from Mirio's throat following after. "Fuck, you're a natural," Enji muttered, his voice strained with pleasure.

- So...who do you think is the bottom in this one? Also, how and why did I craft this obscene and nasty WIP between Enji and Mirio? Of all people...?

(I had a weird dream of Mirio sucking off Enji after a boxing match, and I was like wtf!? So boom!)

[who-is-riley]

turian sketch

[izu]

won't u take me to. funky toooown

[a-lonely-dunedain]

so I wrote a thing. no one is allowed to be mad at me for anything that happens to Tossdir bc I am a coward and didn't have the heart to write Meneldir's actual death, so this takes place in the Meneldir Lives AU.

[i-really-like-phrogs]

WIP Sketch Of This Little Cutie

I love her quite a bit, I figured she deserves a refresh!

[mell0bee]

yall really liked this scene last wip wednesday so here have another little bit of it

edit: heres the link :]

[mirrortouchedsea]

Ah! Who dares disturb my sleep! Oh ho? A traveler you say? From whence do you come? Hmm? You’re…not from this world? Ah, young people love to play tricks. Where are you from, child? Why are you so insistent on this joke! Ah, whatever. It does not affect me whether you are from Qingce Village or the growing Liyue Harbor. Your clothes are certainly interesting…has Fontaine finally lost it? Fontaine does not dress like that either? Mayhaps somewhere even more distant…Inazuma is quite a ways from here, though I do not recall their clothes looking like that either. This is irrelevant? I do not know what you’re talking about, it is perfectly reasonable to want to know where you are from! At the very least, do you appreciate my beautiful music? Try plucking my strings and you’ll see what I mean. Yes, just like that. Be careful, that one’s ticklish! 

[akindofmagictoo]

Dragonsong now officially has a grand total of 10 dragons! previously we had Enya, Fintan and Bedelia. now we also have Electra, Oriane, Tanwen, Vesta, Adar, Hagan and Ignatius :)

[velidewrites]

🌝

Feyre thrashed, the rope burning into her exposed skin. "I demand to be released!"

His eyes flickered as he watched her—as if she was the most entertaining spectacle he'd ever seen. "You're not exactly in a position to make demands, Feyre darling."

[altruistic-meme]

at over 6k, i think im done writing the torturing kunikida fic :') *touching the dirt* what happened here........

[craftycoola]

wip wednesday

look! it's a baby handspun sweater that i probably don't have enough yarn/fiber for and which i am about to frog for being the wrong gauge and which i am neglecting spinning during @a-tour-de-fleece for

pattern: throttle moto jacket by amy gunderson yarn: we pull apart the dark (knit picks wota roving in indigo heather)

[sam-glade]

Okay, you have me curious. What is "Catnip" about, and can you post a small tidbit?

Hi CJ!

Ok, hear me out: 3rd Brigadier Katya the Catnip is the oldest officer serving under Erya, in charge of the military intelligence. Her powers let her control animals to gather information for her. Basically, Snow White after a career change. She's also the gossip queen.

The file contains a couple of unpolished vignettes, putting her in the role of agony aunt, with various members of the main cast coming to her for advice.

And here's a snippet (and yes, she calls Erya 'Ermine'):

~*~

Ilona cooked, since she was so good at it. Meanwhile, Catnip set the table, straightened up the tattered cushions, and checked that the water bowls weren't running dry.

"You're fidgeting!" Ilona called from the kitchen, over the sound of bubbling pots and sizzling pans.

Catnip supposed she was. It wasn't everyday that Ermine was coming over for dinner. It happened before, once every couple of years, when there was another scandal brewing, and Ermine needed help having it contained. It was technically work, but the delightful sort, which required Catnip to spin rumours instead of gathering them. However this time, no scandal was brewing. Not that Catnip knew. And that was concerning.

They skipped smalltalk by mutual, unspoken agreement. Erya was seated at the head of the table, across from Catnip. Her pale eyes darted to Ilona in the kitchen and scanned her surroundings on the way back to the host. Catnip stifled a smile.

"Thank you for letting me impose," Ermine said in her usual measured tone.

"Thanks for the chance to show off!" Ilona called back from the kitchen.

She brought a tureen through and took her seat to Catnip's right. Ermine didn't say a word until they served out the soup and half-emptied their bowls, at which point Ilona was the one to fidget. Catnip lay a hand on her thigh under the table.

"I was wondering how you two got together," Ermine said.

Ilona's spoon rattled on the edge of her bowl. Catnip's smile grew. There was only one way this conversation was going to go. She made a mental note to direct a squirrel towards the First Prince's office as soon as Erya left.