#this fucking series is my heart and soul

[fellamarsh]

another thing i've been trying to do recently is read more self-published stuff. "but fell," you say, "you're a self-published author. surely you've been reading self-published stuff all along" and then i laugh for so long in response we both become uncomfortable.

see, the fear (which has for a long time been killing my mind) that i'll read other self-published stuff and find out that it's so much better than mine that i might as well stop writing forever kept me from doing that basically ever. i have a hard time not unfavorably comparing my work to others and had convinced myself i was being smart by withholding an avenue of de-motivation (reader: i was not being smart). it also doesn't help that i'm pretty low income and have a hard time spending money on books i haven't already read, and that self-published stuff isn't always available at the library---but really a lot of it was just me being a coward. which i'm working on. i could talk about how this particular cowardice is Very Silly, but i think enough has been said about it on writeblr and in the Writing Space in general that i don't feel the need to (though i will if anyone wants me to).

instead, i wanna talk about the self-published things i have read in the past few months and ask about the self-published things you love!

so: what happened was i got real sick, and while i was real sick i (naturally) read over 200,000 words of ace attorney fan fiction in the span of a few days. eventually i got bored of it (and also maybe annoyed at how people were characterizing some of my guys), but i still wanted to read something gay and romantic and nice, something i knew was gonna end happily, which isn't my typical fare.

now you may be saying (having gotten over all the uncomfortable laughter from earlier) "fell, you write gay romance. what do you mean that's not your typical fare?" listen. until a couple months ago i hadn't read a cut and dry romance novel since before i finished college. for context: i graduated in 2015. i know it doesn't make sense. i'm a guy who doesn't make sense.

but in this case it worked to my advantage. not the not making sense thing, but the not having read Published Romance in 1000 years thing. I didn't know where to start. I was very skeptical of everything the library had Available Now in the Gay Fantasy Romance category. what if it was all bad and also not good?

and then i scrolled past the familiar cover of our very own @ashen-crest's A Rival Most Vial.

now this was comfortable territory! this was a novel by a very nice writeblr person whose posts i enjoy! i already loosely knew the plot, i was familiar with the characters, i knew the names of things like rosemond street and the griffin's claw and that ambrose had blue hair and that at the end of it all there would definitely be Boyfriends. i didn't have to worry that this would be bad! i only had to worry that it would be really good!

but i wasn't worried about that, because i was officially Not Writing at the time, and because why the hell hadn't i read this book yet Ash literally emailed me some very kind words last year when my cat died??

Y'all, I devoured ARMV. If you haven't read it yet---especially if cozy fantasy is more your thing than it is mine---you should check it out Immediately. It was fun! It was heartwarming! It was sweet and earnest and confident! I was delighted to find it was occasionally hot! Ambrose and Eli snuggled up into my sick exhausted heart and found a permanent little place there. (Especially Ambrose. I have such a thing for Stiff Guys who Kind of Suck for Tragic Backstory Reasons and are So So Lonely They Don't Even Realize It. gawd)

(And a very small part of my brain spent the whole time wondering why I had been so afraid to really engage with the work my community is doing. The community that I'm in. The one I'm a part of. Why?! Maybe more on that later.)

But from there the curse was broken! I immediately devoured @stjohnstarling's What Manner of Man in a similar sort of frenzy (and hooooly shit guys am I excited for the expanded, finalized version to come out at the end of next month!) and started digging into @lurinatftbn's The Flower that Bloomed Nowhere (which I can already tell is going to be an All Time Favorite).

And now I want to ask you what your favorite self-published books are so that I can read them, too, but I think I will in another post that doesn't dedicate so much space to talking about my various and sundry Issues and isn't Terminally Long

[righthandman-martyn]

FUCK YOU GUYS I NEED TO SAY THIS. PEARL AND SCAR ARE. SUCH AN UNDERRATED DUO. THEYVE ALWAYS BONDED SO WELL. IN HC DOUBLE LIFE AND IN SECRET LIFE. FAN ART OF SCAR BEING IN DISTRAUGHT THAT HE WON SECRET LIFE OR HES SEEING THE OTHER WINNERS. LOUD INCORREVT FUCKING BUZZRRRRRRRERRRRRRR SHENWOULD BE HUGGING HIM IN SPIRIT AND WHISPERING HOW PROUD SHE IS. SHE DIDNT WANNA FIGHT HIM AND HE DIDNT WANNA FIGHT HER, SHE WAS ENCOURAHING HIM TO WIN WITH HER MOUNDERS AND SHIT. AND ONCE SHE DEFEATED GEM, WHOM SHE ALSO DIDNT WANT TO FIGHT. IT WAS THOSE TWO. THOSE TWO. WHO STRUGGLED SO HARD IN THEIR LIVES. AND FINALLY FOUND PEACE WITH EACH OTHER. THOSE TWO UNDERSTOOD EACH OTHER THR BEST OUT OF EVERYONE. THEYRE MEANT FOR EACH OTHER (/P) THEU HURT MEY FUCKING SOUL.

[becauseimanicequeen]

I watched the first episode of My Stand-In very late last night (or more like earlier this morning) and loved every bit of it (but had no brainpower to write something sensible about it, so here goes).

My thoughts so far:

I love that Up gets to play a dubious role (more so than his role in Step by Step). He’s such an ACTOR and I LOVE HIM.

Joe is a really sweet character. Perhaps a bit naive and a bit of an idiot. But who hasn’t been an idiot when crushing on someone? (Ming’s also an idiot when it comes to his crush, but in a different way…)

Joe’s home is really beautiful with the green everywhere and the yellow/orange/reddish tones in the background. Not to forget the "The Kiss" painting by Gustav Klimt! Not my personal favorite of Klimt’s works ("Goldfish" is my favorite), but I love a person who appreciates art! It made me love Joe even more.

Joe has my whole heart, but Ming has my fucking soul. (For an ice queen like me, my heart is frozen and half dead but my soul is not, so now you know where my true loyalties lie.) I need that bad father fucker to break Joe’s heart into a million little pieces (because we all know it’s happening anyway) and pay for it by crawling through hell, only to beg on his knees for forgiveness when he realizes Joe is actually back and then pay with his own blood when he tries his utmost to stitch Joe’s heart back together. (Or maybe something a little less dramatic? No, I want pain!)

It was an amazing start to this series. I can’t wait to see more of it. And more Ming. I'm a wee bit obsessed (I know, it's a me-problem, but I'm fine with it).

(Also, Ming's call at the beginning was him wanting to explain whatever went wrong between him and Joe, right? I'm sure that call will be revealed later on to be the "I wanted to tell you [whatever], but your phone died and then you fell off a cliff and I never got the chance to" or something. I'm sure Ming will suffer after that accident, and it will probably be well-deserved. I can't wait to see it.)

[whollyjoly]

BofB as Killers Songs - Renée Lemaire

Renée Lemaire - Human

my sign is vital my hands are cold and i’m on my knees looking for the answer are we human or are we dancer? (there is no message we're receiving / let me know, is your heart still beating?)

pt 7/? - band of brothers as killers songs

playlist for the series

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this is dedicated to the wonderful and incredible lou, @ronald-speirs and whatever other usernames you have going rn 😂 it has been such a gift to get to know you, my dear 💕 you are so kind, so supportive, and i absolutely adore both our absurd shenanigans and our real ass conversations. thank you for just being a great friend! this, dear lou, is for you 🥰 love you lots 💕💕 (bonus: those beautiful screencaps of renée?? also done by lou 🥰)

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[thateldritchhorror]

@vashbooks I couldn't help but draw this from Under The Sky So Blue. Your ice and gold series is fucking amazing and I love it so much! This scene had me in my feels and I NEEDED to draw Aether! Hope you like it! 🥺

[chiyana]

god fuck I'm still playing KHII and I went to Port Royal and I just

I still cannot get over how tonally dissonant it is that they crammed Pirates of the Caribbean into this game. Like every other Disney franchise they include (thus far) you can be like 'yeah, Sora, Donald, and Goofy could show up in this world and it'd be weird, but it wouldn't be THAT outlandish'

but Pirates of the Caribbean? Live-action murderous Pirates of the Caribbean? Imagine watching that movie, with the threats and horror elements and the acting, and then imagine Donald Duck, Goofy the whatever, and some spiky haired kid wearing early 2000s Hot Topic clothes just running into the scene like 'hey we're looking for our friends anyone seen any weird creatures called Heartless running around?' you would be able to HEAR the screeching tires as everything comes to a dead halt.

this is a franchise with guns and blood and explicit death. what the FUCK is it doing here.

[stormyoceans]

THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN THE BEGINNING AND THE END NOT ONLY IN THEIR EXPRESSIONS BUT ALSO IN THE COLOR GRADING OF THE SHOW FROM BLUE (STRANGERS ISOLATION COLDNESS SADNESS) TO YELLOW/ORANGE (LOVERS WARMTH HAPPINESS OPTIMISM) FUCKING TOP TIER CINEMA EXCELLENCE RIGHT HERE

[unadulteratedkr]

I don’t think even I’m ready for just how feral I’m going to go for Madeleine Sami in ofmd s2

[spittingspite]

Thought about the okami sequel too hard again and instantly teared up I swear I've never been so happy and emotional over a game announcement in my life

[rosalind-hawkins]

having a "minor" crisis of self-confidence in my writing

it's just one of those days

really hope it goes away because i want to just write and enjoy it, and not care about views, kudos, and comments, but i do, and i don't want to—

[luckystrike-x]

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[godblooded]

it’s fucking weird to be emotional about insidious but i have a lot of precious memories attached to that franchise from @mxdam writing the best elise to me going to see the last key with my brother to it being the birth of my love of james wan. nothing could prepare me for how much of a punch it packs to see dalton all grown up. not another actor. same kiddo all these years later.

[penguinedward]

i just. i just…FUCK. i just really want harrowhark to go sicko mode when she realizes john has the power to resurrect whoever he wants he just chooses not to and even after learning about his own blood daughter he still doesn’t resurrect her he just makes her a construct. i would be alecto-levels of grief-stricken-enraged if my childhood nemesis/guard dog/whipping girl/codependent lesbian situationship that i lobotomized over/suicide-pact soulmate/only friend was suddenly here but not here haunting her own dead body and the only reason she’s present is because she was made into a fascist killing machine for a man with a power kink, and she’s not even happy about it but she’s going through the motions because all she knows of love is to be useful. (forever your sword.) and if i was harrow and i died and then came back to myself after switching bodies with the human cage holding the earth’s soul and realized all of this, i think i too would be accompanying the earth’s soul on her shoulder to go kill a man with eclipse-eyes and criminal levels of nonchalance. y’know. the one who guarded g1deon but not me, lord. the one who was so sure i had never seen that which lies insensate and with stilled mind, lord, who did not realize i was a lock and there was a key in the shape of a girl, lord. the one who looked me dead in the eye and told me i could never have my cavalier back, lord. the cavalier who came back haunted and empty and incomplete by your hand, lord.

i’m so team ‘harrowhark saves gideon for real this time not because she wants her cav but because she wants her other half’ i might lose my mind about it

[becauseimanicequeen]

Who the fuck did I save in my previous life to be blessed with both My Stand-In AND Wandee Goodday at the same fucking time in this one?!

[dna-d2]

ALRIGHT YOU KNOW WHAT I'M NOT DONE YELLING ABOUT POKEMON

WHY IN THE HELL DO NINTENDO/THE POKEMON ADVENTURES GUYS HATE DIAMOND/PEARL/PLATINUM SO MUCH?????

They make what's in my opinion the best Arc/Protagonists in the manga, then proceed to NEVER HAVE ANY OF THEM SHOW UP OR EVEN BE TALKED ABOUT EVER AGAIN

Then a couple years back they started selling Collector's Editions of the manga, which I bought. Only they STOPPED SELLING THEM JUST BEFORE THEY WOULD'VE DONE D/P/P. They put out Emerald and just CALLED IT THERE, THE BASTARDS

Then they release the ABSOLUTE ABOMINATIONS that were Brilliant Diamond/Shining Pearl, which were SO BAD that they just

THEY JUST ENTIRELY SKIPPED THAT ARC IN THE MANGA. Which was LITERALLY THE ONLY REASON I WANTED THE REMAKES (Well that and the Distortion World, which they ALSO DIDN'T ADD TO THE GAMES DID THEY??? GOD THESE GAMES SUCKED)

Does Gamefreak have some sort of vendetta against Gen 4 or something?? Do they hate me personally???

Because at this point it REALLY feels like they might hate me personally

Why can't I have my boys back?? Why can't I be happy???

[ireverie]

sexcapade

pairing ↠ co-worker!sunghoon x (f) reader

genre .. warnings ↠ smut, professor!sunghoon x professor!reader, infidelity, unprotected sex, sensory deprivation, overstimulation, almost getting caught

summary ↠ with things in the bedroom getting stale with your husband, you start searching for excitement and your co-worker, sunghoon, is more than willing to provide it for you. on campus, you barely acknowledge each other, but in the sheets, you can't stop calling out his name.

wc ↠ 2.2k

a/n ↠ originally posted on my blog revehae, i am not plagiarizing myself. part 1/3 of the in my blood series. as always, feedback is appreciated!

don’t like it, don’t read.

it started in the spring. like there was pollen in the air, too there was lust, gentle breezes seemingly sweeping you flush against sunghoon’s chest where you could never not inhale the manly scent of him; never not leave with it clinging to you.

you were very aware that it was wrong. matter of fact, every time you laid eyes on your husband’s face and looked into his, saw how they twinkled at the sight of you and how they were bewitched by the charm of your soul, guilt ruptured your heart with an angry, unmistakable pang of ire.

so you did not think with the throbbing inside your chest, but the throbbing between your thighs.

a woman needed excitement in her life, a kind of which sunghoon was more than glad to offer. sex quickly got boring in the bedroom after so many years of unlively routines and you taught molecular biology to a class of undergraduates that couldn’t wait to get the fuck on with their lives. to say nothing of the long nights spent sifting through overdue assignments. you were allowed to have fun sometimes. after all, you were only in your early thirties. you still considered yourself young.

like many other women, specifically younger ones that found him attractive for an older man, you noticed that sunghoon did not wear a ring on his finger. upon further discussion, you learned that though he was no longer married, he had a twenty-something-year-old son who took your class. apparently, his son spoke delightfully of you, which was flattering, but you’d always been more interested in what sunghoon thought.

and you quickly found out.

“had enough?” sunghoon asked, poking his head through the doorway. 

not that you could see. there was a blindfold taut around your face, hindering your vision for the past forty-five minutes. to you, it felt like an eternity. the toy between your trembling thighs buzzed, inducing orgasm after orgasm, a number so great that it had tears slipping down your cheeks past the fabric of the blindfold.

speaking of orgasms, you couldn’t stop the cry that parted your lips as heat unfurled throughout your body for the umpteenth time, spreading from between your thighs to your head where there was nothing but empty thought and faintness.

“that was beautiful,” sunghoon remarked, only watching.

“please,” you croaked.

sunghoon played dumb with you. he had a penchant for it, drawing out your agony by pretending as if he were oblivious to your needs, when in reality he was the most attuned to them. “you want more?”

“no!” you exclaimed, desperate. you couldn’t even feel your legs if you tried, that was how long he had left you here with yourself - and this fucking toy. “please, no more. it’s too much, sunghoon.”

“but baby,” sunghoon started, donning his sweetest tone. “you wanted this. remember?”

that was true. you knew when this affair first started that sunghoon was available to open you up to new, exciting things, because your bedroom experiences with your husband could all be described the same way. though with sunghoon, there was room for variety.

it was just overwhelming sometimes. sunghoon could be so harsh under the guise of merely giving you what he wanted. you knew that it was what he wanted if anything, that you were just his lab rant to experiment on, but you never admit that you liked it that way. nor would you admit that you would’ve also liked to be a little more. 

but sunghoon knew that. he never mentioned a word of it, because it didn’t need to be said. it went without saying that you were his to do whatever he pleased with.

“sunghoon…,” you trailed, your voice shaky.

sunghoon, ignoring you, asked, “how many times did you cum?”

you gulped. racking your brain for an answer, you ultimately came up empty. by the third one, time lost all meaning and so did thought. “i… i lost count.”

“then, you know what that means, right?”

you gasped when the toy was moved. not at the action itself, but because you didn’t realize he’d gotten so close. his footsteps were so quiet.

“but…,” you started. 

“but nothing,” sunghoon said, snatching the blindfold off of your face. you blinked a couple of times, adjusting to the brightness. the cuffs around your wrists were next. “you know the rules, don’t you?”

you whispered, “yes, sunghoon.”

“hands and knees.”

you didn’t hesitate to crawl into the said position, regardless of the exhaustion weighing down your body, because you knew what to expect if you didn’t comply with whatever he wanted. there were times were sunghoon was generous enough to let you cum, times where you didn’t deserve it, much like now. you wanted to get around punishment, but it would never happen if you didn’t satiate him.

the bed creaked when he raised himself atop of it from behind you, the sound of him fumbling with his belt making you wetter. once upon a time, you didn’t even think that that was possible, but you never stopped dripping when with sunghoon. somehow, he made even simple things like the anticipation arousing.

sunghoon dropped his shirt, followed by a toss of his pants. he had no need for them anymore. for the forty-five minutes that you’d been ruining his sheets, weakened by the overstimulation, sunghoon had been in his study trying to shake the thoughts of you while he attempted to grade papers. he was already hard from his imagination and the memories of stuffing you full of his cum, but seeing you in front of him, waiting for him, your pussy soaked for him, it did unfathomable things to his cock.

you released a shaky breath when you felt him lubricating himself with your arousal, slipping between your glistening folds, and writhed from the sensitivity. “sunghoon, it’s too much,” you whimpered. 

sunghoon chuckled. “baby, i’m not even inside you yet.”

your face burned. you could feel yourself dripping and it was humiliating, because you only got like this for him and him only.

“so fucking wet,” sunghoon cursed, having fun teasing your folds. “just for me.”

you cried out when he suddenly slapped your cunt, mouth parted as you gasped out, “sunghoon...”

“fuck, you always get so wet for me. isn’t that right, baby?” sunghoon asked, enamored with you. it was magical how he could pretend as if you meant nothing to him at work and become so addicted to you when nobody was watching.

you bobbed your head. “yes, sunghoon. just for you.”

that must’ve did it for him, because the very next second, you felt sunghoon finally start to roll inside of your cunt, mumbling curses under his breath. you almost collapsed then, almost slumped and gave out just from the tip of his cock, but you resisted because you had something that you needed to prove.

sunghoon was slow, but his cock slipped right inside you with ease, it was almost pathetic. not to mention that he was bigger than anything you could’ve imagined taking, so much that you always found yourself gasping when you realized that he wasn’t completely buried inside of you yet. you couldn’t believe that he had so much to give.

“oh my god,” you moaned, eyes rolling back from how full you were. no man had ever satisfied you like this, and sunghoon was just getting started.

not only were you filled to the hilt with his hard cock, but also the ache for him to fuck you until your entire body went numb like he’d already done countless times. sunghoon gripped your hips, using them as an anchor. when you felt so good as you did, as tight as you were, it would be dangerous not to ground himself.

sunghoon grabbed a fistful of your hair, pulling just tight enough to let you know the trip was there. you were basking in his warmth and being crushed underneath his weight while he balanced your hips in one hand and the grip on your hair in the other. he smacked your ass and hissed, “so fucking pretty.”

sometimes you wished that he was yours. you could imagine coming home with him day after day, singing to music in the car together while his company made minutes feel like hours. you didn’t mind that he had a son, either. you always wanted a child, though not one that would be the product of shitty sex and a broken marriage.

the liking you’d taken to sunghoon went beyond sex, though the endless orgasms and fulfillment he never neglected you of definitely encouraged those feelings. moments like now, when he was balls deep inside you, you were more than willing to risk it all for him. you would get a divorce. you would move in. anything he wanted, just as quick as he said the word.

i am out of my mind, came your thoughts, though your grip on them slackened the more sunghoon fucked you into oblivion. 

“it’s so… deep,” you gasped, marveling. 

sunghoon chuckled. though you had never said it outright, your constant fascination with how big his cock was or how deep he could fit inside you, stretching out your velvety tight walls, was more than enough of an indication that your husband was not exactly packing like he was. you made it a point to mention that sunghoon was huge.

“yeah?” sunghoon asked huskily, wanting to suck a bruise onto the side of your throat, but he willed himself not to.

“mm-hm,” you mumbled. “can feel you in… in my stomach.”

“where?” sunghoon kept one hand at your hip but dropped the one at your head, wrapping it around you, and reaching for your stomach. “here?”

you bobbed your head. he could feel it too, and it elicited a deep growl out of him, one that had you clamping involuntarily around his size.

sunghoon could fuck you for hours if you let him. the same way that he was the best you’d ever had, he simply couldn’t get enough of you. there were times throughout the day where his mind would only flicker with debilitating thoughts of you, memories of your face and how you tasted. at times, you made it difficult to move on.

“dad,” came a voice from down the hall, one both of you were very acquainted with. 

“shit,” sunghoon hissed, irritated, and clamped his hand around your mouth. your cries and whimpers were muffled into his hard palm and your breath was cut off, because it was so difficult to breathe solely through your nose. “be a good girl and keep quiet.”

“dad,” sounded jake’s voice again, just outside the door. 

your heart was racing. your eyes were wide, the fear and excitement of getting caught fighting for totality in your icy veins. his son was one of your students and students talked. if it got out that you were having an affair with sunghoon, this could destroy you, but there was something so arousing about the thrill.

“i’m in here. don’t open that door,” sunghoon said, breathless voice betraying what was happening behind that door. 

his son was far from stupid, that you knew all too well, and retorted, “dad, are you getting laid? is it the hot nurse you were flirting with at the hospital? tell her i said ‘hi.’”

you frowned.

before sunghoon could even get a word out, his son added, “i’m leaving. you two have the house to yourselves again.”

“bye,” sunghoon huffed, dropping his palm from your face. 

you inhaled sharply. you could finally breathe again.

sunghoon kissed the back of your neck, nibbling at your ear. “you did so good,” he whispered, voice gentle and sweet as ever. “if you beg good enough, i’ll change my mind and let you cum.”

you hopped at the opportunity like a ravenous pack of wolves starved through the winter, begging with the utmost desperation, “sunghoon, please. please let me cum. i’ll do anything, oh my fucking god, i need it. i need you.”

“you need me?”

so fucking bad. more than anything. “i need you,” you repeated, whinier. needier.

“cum around my dick,” sunghoon commanded, voice deep and throaty and just the way you liked it. you would steal a soul for him if that was what he wanted.

it wasn’t very long before one final cry of his name escaped you, pouring out of your lips like honey as you stuttered around his cock, heat spasming between your legs. tears trickled from your eyes, the stimulation from all of the orgasms you’d had in one night alone, and you couldn’t stop yourself from convulsing. your muscles slackened and your limbs went limp to your sides.

sunghoon was directly behind you, spurred on by the sight and feeling of you coming undone around him, and you knew when his hold on your hips tightened and that lethal growl parted his mouth that he had met his climax, the feeling of his hot cum seeping into your cunt being the unnecessary confirmation.

“good fucking girl,” sunghoon praised, still sweetly in your ear.

you sighed contentedly when he flipped you onto your back, sweeping you into his arms and kissing your lips as a treat. he wiped the tears out of your eyes, watching you still shudder.

“stay the night,” sunghoon said, looking into your hazy eyes. 

you blinked, breathing heavily to catch your breath. “sunghoon, you know i can’t do that. my husband will...”

“i wasn’t asking.”

“well,” you replied, quietening. “i guess i can come up with something.”

sunghoon smiled triumphantly, smashing his lips against yours again. you sighed again, still content, though there was a thought lurking on your mind. i don’t know what i’m going to do.