#tumblr micro fic

[aludraslytherin]

His arm was making him hurt. It was burning. Making him feel sick. He could feel his skin, his cells, his whole being protest against the inky dark magic being forcefully put on his arm.

He wanted to die. To disappear and never come back. He wanted to make them pay for it, but most of all, he was scared.

It was time for him to go back to Hogwarts. He would have to face Dorcas. Pandora. He was scared they won't understand. He has no idea how will he be able to function if they turn their back to him, although he would understand if they did.

But worst of all. He will have to face James. How is he going to face him? He is so pure, so kind, so gunt wrenchingly nice and loving. Regulus knows that James said that he will always love him, always be here for him.

But will he? Will he bend his morals just for him? Is he really going to taint his soul with Regulus Black's madness?

He is doubting it. He doesn't mind, he doesn't really care. (That's a lie, he cares so much. But lying to himself is easier then to accept the reality). James is too good. If he break up with him, Regulus will understand. Will accept it.

He loves James with his whole being. He knows that breaking up will be the safest option. He would be cursed ten thousands time before he'll let anything happen to his love. So be it.

"Hey love." Greeted James as Regulus entered in the Come and Go room. He was even more afraid as he just confronted Dorcas and Pandora. Thankfully they understood, but their reaction when they saw it will feed his nightmare for a whole months, at the very least. "I missed you Reg."

They hugged, tightly. When James noticed how bad Regulus was shaking, he tightened his embrace again.

"I missed you too Jamie." Muttered the smaller teen, who was holding James like he was a piece of wood in an angry ocean, like he was the last string helping him to stay out of the water.

"Are you okay? What happened?" His tone shifted, from sweet and caring, to concerned and angry. "What have they done to you? Tell me, please."

Wanting this to get over with as soon as possible, he let go of his boyfriend, and, taking a deep breath in, rolled up his sleeve carefully, showing that hideous Dark Mark staining his skin, and just seeing it uncovered was enough to make it throb, to make him ill.

Putting his other hand down, he rolled it into a fist, trying to hold on his tears, but no matter how hard he was trying, the panic attack was creeping through his body, and his iron grip on his emotions started to fade.

He distantly heard James gasp, and he was getting ready to be cussed out, yelled at, when instead James carefully rolled his sleeve back into it's place, and pulled him back into a hug.

"Shhh... There is no need to panic alright?" His said soflty, strocking Regulus back in a slow, steady pace for him to match his breathing too. After a long moment, the Slytherin calmed down. "Okay, I wil ask just two questions alright?"

Regulus nodded, and James dried his tears with his thumbs as he was cupping his face with his hands.

"Did you take it voluntarely?"

"No! No I didn't James I promis-" Regulus started to panic again.

"Hey, calm down, it's okay." Cut James. "So they forced you to take it?" His boyfriend nodded, once again, biting his lips. "Alright then. It was not your fault. I don't hate you for it baby. Actually, thank you for trusting me. I know it was hard for you. I'm proud of you love."

He then kissed his forehead.

Damn, Regulus thought. I guess I'll have to obliviate him...

His heart was bleeing, and he wanted to die. Because he had to keep James safe. And staying together would just endanger him more.

[marthamaewhovier]

Brilliant Minds 1.07 Coda

Josh doesn’t realize what’s happening until Wolf’s hands are framing his face and his lips are pressed against him. There was something resembling desperation in his eyes that Josh only identifies as his own flutter shut on instinct.

Wolf’s lips are slightly chapped, the faint non-flavor of Blistex registering alongside the pleasant scratch of his beard.

His hands come up, instinct again, the muscle memory of a kiss not stymied by the surprise of this one in particular. He barely has his palms fitted to Wolf’s waist before Wolf is pulling away, a gasp sucked in so deeply he swears he can feel the intake on the tips of his fingers.

Wolf’s eyes are wild as he stares at him, and then just as fast as he’d crossed the street and pulled Josh into a kiss he’s gone again, getting on his bike and speeding away.

Josh raises his hand and touches his bottom lip, the barest trace of Blistex he hadn’t applied the only proof that had just happened at all.

[the-messenger-of-the-gods]

thinking of tinies and micros in shark cages again actually. putting them in there and treating it like a wild encounter—bumping the cage, inspecting it and it’s weird little inhabitant—what is it? does it taste good? feel good? tilting your head back to clamp jaws around the cage from below, hearing them squeak this isn’t fair—no shark is this big, not even prehistorically—but still, you’re not relenting.

trying to touch them, teeth hooked onto the bars, shoving your tongue between metal until you feel skin. they squirm away, but you’re determined to get in a proper lick—just a taste. rattling the cage as you lower it deeper into your mouth, and the full primal fear kicks in—ok, you’ve had your fun, pull me out now—but they aren’t even submerged yet. what kind of diver is afraid to get wet?

the desperate waitwaitwait is silenced with the snapping shut of jaws. only the taut rope suspending the roof of the cage sticks out of your lips now, and you can’t help but give it an amused twang with a finger. inside, they’re clinging to the cage bars as they’re dangled over the expanse of a throat they can’t see, but can absolutely hear and feel—hot breath rolling in their ears and over their skin. they don’t dangle long, forced horizontally in the cramped space of the cage as you level your head, but it’s not like there’s much room outside of it anyway.

jostling them around with your tongue, teeth crunching down on the metal—you don’t have to be gentle when they’re so contained like this. protected and exposed all at once.

sucking on the cage, biting it, rocking it—opening your mouth and squeezing the cage between teeth, listening for cries of protest, but they’re so thrown, they can’t even form words as lips seal around the cage again to swallow—not the cage, but the drool from the thrill of it, from the basic sensation of something in your mouth, begging to be sucked down. and it’s tempting to try, even if they are tied to taut safety lines, but shark cages are much more a surface adventure—the pressure of the depths can wait. let them feel the cage is protecting them from the hungry shark.

by the time you spit the cage out, your little diver is soaked through to the bone.

[mourningliliesmorningglories]

hey!! curious as to whether i should post my microfics on tumblr! a few people have said that i should - but the main reason i don't post there is because i write quite informally and also quite short fics and ik its unlikely that i'd ever sit a write something multi chaptered or over 2k!

[thefollow-spot]

"Untitled" (Favour)

Lancelot/Merlin ● G ● WC: 100 ● No Warnings // Written for @merlinmicrofic 2024, for the prompt 'Crowd'.

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[blackjackkent]

49 nightfall and Hector for the meme!

(Send me a number and I’ll write a micro story using the word or phrase)

49. Nightfall

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Shadowheart watches from her tent as the sun begins to set over Baldur's Gate and, with its departure, the pale glow of the full moon begins to take its place.

She should feel comfort from it, she knows. She has renounced Shar, and the Moonmaiden's daughter has placed the Spear of Night into her hands, newly glowing with Selune's light. She has sworn herself to no new faith, not yet, but still there should be some peace that comes with the glow of moonlight at nightfall.

Shouldn't there?

She sighs and gets to her feet restlessly. She isn't quite sure where she's going, but her pacing steps take her slowly out of the camp, down towards the riverbank a little down the nearby slope - where she finds Hector seated on the pier.

He's sitting completely still in the moonlight, eyes half-closed and wrists resting on his knees, cross-legged. He doesn't move at the sound of her footsteps, but after a moment he does speak. "Hello, Shadowheart."

"You've a good ear," she says softly, coming to a halt a little behind him.

"Or a talent for guessing," he says; she can hear the gentle smile in his voice. "Who else might be looking to join me in prayer on such a moonlit night?"

"I would think Karlach would be the more likely candidate," she says dryly. "Although I'm not sure prayer would be what she'd have in mind..." A slight pause. "Is that what I'm here for, then? To pray?"

"Isn't it?" he asks mildly.

"I don't know," she admits. "I feel as if I ought to do something, but I'm not sure what..."

"Come sit down." He does stir now, scooting a little to the side to make room for her among the discarded ropes and broken equipment.

When she's seated herself next to him, he resumes his meditative posture and closes his eyes. "There are many prayers I could teach you," he goes on thoughtfully, "but I don't think you need them. Sometimes one prays most fruitfully with a certain amount of candor." He opens one eye again and catches her looking at him with some perplexity. "Say what you wish the Moonmaiden to hear," he clarifies. "Not what you think you ought to say."

She smiles crookedly. "I am not sure she would be pleased to hear all of it."

He chuckles. "Surely you have learned, in traveling with me, that a Selunite's first tenet is honesty."

She considers that in silence for a moment, then peers up at the moon. "I don't know what to do," she admits softly - and she's not sure if she's talking to Hector or to the goddess he serves. "I keep waiting for a path to show itself out of the dark. I miss the certainty, even if it came from all the doubt being beaten out of me. Is that wrong?"

"Wrong? No," Hector says quietly. A slight pause. "I felt the same, after the Nautiloid took me - not for the same reasons, of course, but the same feeling. Nothing seemed clear. Everything shrouded and dim, terrifying. But I have found a path, our path, in time. And so will you."

She looks sideways at him. Yes - he was very afraid when she first met him, very lost, a far cry from the quiet contemplation she sees in him now. Perhaps there is hope for her yet. "Perhaps I ought to spend more nights here in the moonlight with you," she says.

"It has been a long time since I prayed with anyone," he answers. "I would welcome the company."

[ladyelainehilfur]

Literally insane to me how small the general webtoon fandom is outside of the webtoon app itself (and maybe reddit??)

I've talked to multiple people irl who LOVE reading webtoon, but the online community is borderline threadbare ! Most people on Tumblr have no IDEA who our blorbos are! I've checked tags for some fairly popular webtoon and it was like visiting that Tatooine town in the Mandalorian where there are 5 citizens total, but only if you also count the Mayor, the sheriff, and the deputy.

Lore Olympus is the most popular webtoon and has under 2,000 fics on AO3. Lookism has roughly 1,000. Unordinary, THEE legacy webtoon, only has 600, and it's been running for almost 7 years now. It has nearly 6M subscribers and still gets 50K+ likes each week. It's not dead by any means.

I guess it doesn't help that each webtoon is its own micro ecosystem and once a webtoon ends, that ecosystem typically fades with it. But webtoons can go on runs longer than most shows on streaming services, and those fandoms burn hot and bright even if only for the first month of a new season drop.

By comparison, webtoon fans are largely casual about their enthusiasm, even if they're highly invested in the story or characters. From my experience, only the most passionate try to connect with other fans online. But when you're passionate about one webtoon, I suppose it's hard to show constant excitement about the 20+ other stories one might keep up with. Still, between the 85 million monthly readers, you'd think each major webtoon would at least have a dedicated fan base (meaning people who regularly post theories, thoughts, fics, and fanart) of mere thousands outside of the app.

One exception for this is that Batman webtoon? It actually trends on Tumblr every now and again. But it doesn't count, because Batman has a built in fandom who'll eat up and yell in the streets about any content where he's a decent dad.

People who read romance webtoon all tend to read the same comics, and actively understand the references to other popular romance comics (Trashta, Team Seojun, SLS), so you'd think there'd be a greater sense of unity. More people actively searching out others to discuss with and posting their thoughts online and not just in that webtoon's comment section.

I mean, C'MON girls!!! Millions of people log into that app like everyday!!! WHERE is the community?? WHERE is the fanart?? WHERE is the fanfic?? WHY does Odd Girl Out only have 7 fanfics?? WHY are there like 2 people on Twitter posting about Weak Hero?? Head in hands fr

[angelicblondie]

this is a diff anon, but i would loveee a step-cest luke fic. luke spoiling his new pretty little step sister jus to watch her parade around her little pink outfits when they come back from the mall. starting off innocently w just buying her relatively modest clothing, books, or makeup/skincare until she uses him to buy other things like micro miniskirts n victoria’s secret panties n shit. and obvs luke needs a reward for buying all her shit n carrying her bags and half-sipped drink for five hours at the mall, and what better way than a little fashion show until luke gets handsy ? (love ur luke characterization girl, plus im so obsessed w ur tumblr theme oml)

aww tysm angel 🤍🥹 that means sooo much <333 i love this idea so so much oml.

warnings ~ stepcest, manhandling/groping (MDNI)

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luke liked to think of himself as a good guy. he helped his elder neighbors with their groceries, he helped his mom cook dinner all the time, he even volunteered at homeless shelters every now and then. he had constantly been praised for being a stand up man.

but there was nothing good about how he acted when it came to you.

initially he wasn't fond of the idea of his moms new boyfriend coming into their life, especially with his daughter who was a few years his junior - he quite like it just being his mom and him, he liked being the man of the house. so when you and your dad came in to the picture, it took a bit of warming up.

of course he was ever the gentleman, helping the two of you move in when things got serious between your folks, and conversing politely when your dad. luke admittedly wanted to stay away from you at first - he was worried your parents would want the two of you to act like siblings, and he wasn't looking for a little sister. luckily though, that problem was rectified the first night you moved into his and his mom house.

it was late at night, and luke had gotten up to go to the bathroom. he tugged on the door in the hallway and frowned when it wouldn't open. he huffed in annoyance. great. he couldn't even use the bathroom in his own house now. he heard the sound of running water before the door eventually opened, and he had to look down slightly to take in your appearance.

there was a slight blush on your cheeks, and you were wearing the tiniest pajamas luke had seen. "sorry," you rush out. "i just had to brush my teeth, its yours now." you felt quite flustered by lukes appearance, given he was only wearing basketball shorts and his torso was bare - you had never really been exposed to anyone like that.

luke remembered chuckling. "its fine, kid, g'night."

you mumbled back the words with a sweet smile, and turned around to go back to your room. luke eyes followed your retreating figure, his eyes dropping down to the fullness of your perky ass as you walked away. he swallowed, looking down at his pants. he had a boner - shocker.

from then on he had developed what could only be described as a crush - he was always watching you, always wanting to please and spoil you, always wanting to look good for you - he was obsessed. of course your parents were thrilled, simply writing it off as the two of you bonding and strengthening your new family. luke let them believe this, whilst in his heart, he knew the truth.

luke wanted to win you over, so he did the one thing he thought of - spoiling you rotten. it started off with him buying you a new book you had been blabbering about at dinner one night, and when you had asked the reason for the supposedly impromptu gift, he has causally resounded that he wanted you to feel welcome in his home. you had been beyond grateful, pushing up on your toes to wrap you arms around his neck, body flush against his. he winced, knowing his cock was hardening by the second.

god, he was pathetic.

he then began to give you just about anything she wanted - it was hard to say no to you, not when your eyes got all wide and excited, smile so hopeful - he would have to be a monster to reject that.

you had begged luke to take you to the mall all morning, and whilst luke led you to believe he didn't want to go, of course he did. he could never pass up on any extra time with you, especially alone. by the time you had explored the mall, luke had multiple of your shopping bags hanging off his arms and your cold wet iced coffee in his hand as you walked free of the burden. he didn't mind it though, enjoying the view of your prancing around giddily to buy more and more things.

you had acted bashful when you saw something you like, pretending like you didn't long for it out of fear of wasting lukes money. like when walked by the isabel marant, you had spotted a pair of boots in the window that were divine, your eyes widened in awe, but you looked away after a moment, knowing the shoes must've been very expensive.

luke had noticed your gaze and nudged you, slowing down. "wanna go in?" he asked.

you bite your lip in contemplation but shake your head. "no, no, its ok, i was just looking."

he scoffs a bit, amusment dancing in his eyes, coming to a full stop. "none of that, kid. if you want something from in there just tell me, y'know i'll get it."

you insisted that it was fine, but luke wasn't having it. he dragged you in the store, forcing you to show him what you were looking at. he didnt even look at the price tag, immediately grabbing them and bringing them to the register.

and it was worth every dime spent to see how excited you got, pracially jumping on him once you got out of the store. he himself felt like he got something each time he had the satisfaction of swiping his card.

he usually was so well behaved, really. he only really touched you when you touched him first, he had gone out of his way to not make any overtly sexual comments. but today, he couldn't hold back his flirty comments or his wandering hands, because he had you all to himself.

"your ass would look great in those jeans."

"shit, if i was at a party and saw you in that-"

"that skirts short, so maybe just for home, kid."

it felt natural, and it wasn't like you didn't like it - no, you love it! you blushed bashfully each time, either thanking him sweetly, or hitting his lightly, fauxly scolding him for his raunchiness.

he couldn't help himself, he was nearing his last straw by the time you were at your second to last store. he was in the waiting room, scrolling through his phone when you shoved your curtain to the side, walking past him to stand in front of the mirror. he looked up at you and blinked, taking in your appearance.

immediate boner. like, immediate.

you had on a micro mini skirt, seriously, he wasn't sure you could even consider it a skirt, thats how tiny it was. it just barely covered the fat of your ass, and he was sure if you bent over even slightly you would be completely revealed.

"shit, you sure that isnt a headband or something?" he chuckled, his wors coming out nonchalnt but trust me, he was very chalant.

you rolled your eyes turning around to face him. "isn't it cute?" you had asked, swaying your hips jokingly.

he laughed, and thanked god for the pillows on the couch he was sitting on that was currently placed on his lap. "its adorable, lemme see up close."

he beckconed you closer, pretending to ciritcally look at the fabric. he hands were placed on your love handles, taking advanted of the oppurtunity to touch you. "very cute, kid. you gonna let me buy this for you?"

of course you said yes, and you walked out of the store along with different variations of the skirt, and luke couldn't have been happier.

by the time the two of you got home, lukes excitement had gone through the roof. he knew you would propose to do what you always do after a day of shopping - a little fashion show. so the two of you went upstairs to your room, and you closed the door of the closet, bringing all your bags in with you.

luke waited patiently for you to dress each time, and it was worth it when you came out, a big smile on your lips as you show off each new article of clothing, coming over to press big kisses on his cheek. he would place his hands right under you ass as you gave him a hug, holding firmly on the skin. it was impossible not to touch you, not when you looked like that.

so for the sake of the fashion show, lukes hands roamed your body in the name of "feeling the fabric" and "making sure everything fit right", which was of course was perfect excuse to feel up the curves and contours of you body.

once it reached the end, you came out of the closset in what luke could only describe as something from his dreams, and what could only be from the victorias secret store.

he thought it was wrong that something as sweet and innocent as you was in something so sexy, but boy did it get him going. you were wearing a read lacy matching set, and it complemented your body perfectly. it pushed up your tits ever so slightly, causing them to jiggle anytime you moved. the thong of the panties showed off your plump ass, and you turned around in the mirror, keeping your eyes on your body as you decide.

"what do you think? it feels a bit much, no?"

luke breathes out a laugh. "wow, kid, y'look great." he compliments, and you blush. "really? i feel silly," you admit, looking at yourself again in the mirror.

luke shakes his head, standing up and slowly walking up behind you. "nuh-uh. y'look really hot. like, really hot."

you blush harder, hiding you face in your hands. "luuuke," you whine shyly, and he just chuckled, grabbing your wrists. "what, shy all the sudden? after dragging me around all day and makin me pay for your shit?"

you pout a bit. "but you insisted!"

"i know, but still, i think i deserve some compensation, no?" he taunts a bit, as his hands come up to your waist.

his hands on your body made you feel hot. "what kind of compensation?" you ask, your voice growing quiet.

he sighs. "y'see kid, you got me a little worked up," he says, montioning down to his hard-on. your eyes widen as you follow his movement, lips parting in shock. "and really, it isnt my fault - i cant control it. if anything, its you fault. you've been showing off all day and i cant help it. but, if you really want to make it up to me, you'll help me relieve some of the pressure. how does that sound?"

of course you agree, wanting to do anything to please luke, so not long after your bent over, yours hands on the bed as luke stands behind you, his palms engulfing the globes on your backside, squeezing delicately yet firmly. "shiiiiiit. no idea how long i've been thinkin' bout this," he whispers against your ear, hands sliding to your waist. your breaths are shaky, and you feel the wettness pull in your brand new panties. "luke..." you whisper, hands wrapping around his wrists. "isn't this bad?"

luke pauses, and formulates his answer. sure, it wasnt morally good, or ethical, but it wasnt that bad. "no, its not. m'not your actual brother, and we're both adults. promise your not being bad," he whispers his response, his hands sliding up to lewdly fondle your tits.

your back is now against his chest as he continues to feel you up, and your head is laid back on his shoulder. he places the most delicate kisses on your exposed neck, never sucking (though all he wanted to do was mark up and bruise your perfect skin). you let out the quietest of whimpers, but too bad for you that your lips were right up against lukes ear.

luke tilts his head, hands travelling down your torso as his lips meet your ear. "feels good?" he asks, voice quiet and teasing.

you nod, hiding your face in his neck, hands deathgripping his wrists wherever he went.

he knew you had never been touched like this, it was obvious the way you seemed aflame by his simple touches and gropes. he knew that he couldnt just stick his dick in you, oh no, he had to play the long game.

he had to warm you up to the idea. you still seemed hesitant, worried about doing the wrong thing, worried about your parents finding out - becasuse you were a good girl. he knew it would take more than a little groping session to make you his, so he slowly pulled away, leaving you wanting more.

luke was playing the long game, and it wouldn't take long before he had you right where he wanted you.

[all-things-jily]

I think we should do some Reading Fest again. I remember a really nice one that iirc @annabtg held long ago? It was something like Zero Comment Fic fest, where you'd read fics with 0 comments and comment on them and then make a post listing those you liked; even before that I remember the Readathon Weekend by @thejilyship I think, where we'd read as much as we could over a weekend, great way to catch up with tbr's; or we could also do something to shake up tumblr, where we reblog at least one art a day we haven't before and at least one fic (a chapter, a micro, a multi, complete, wip, whichever) after of course reading and commenting, extra points for cute tags lol. I can even offer my blog to look around for them.

[hiveswap]

Thanks!!! Saving!!

mcyt is a constantly burning library of alexandria i am so serious

[ohbother2]

Hi everyone,

I know it's been ages and some of you have probably seen this notification and have hoped that this means the fics on this page will be updating, however, I've got some bad news.

This blog was a joint account between two friends who loved creating silly stories of some of our favourite characters in our free time and gushing over character details with one another. Beyond tragically, my friend, the co-runner of this account, passed away a few months ago. Obviously, I'm keeping the details private, but it was sudden and unexpected.

I know this is a shock to all of you, and not what you were expecting to hear after such a long hiatus. Understandably, I've not been active on tumblr, particularly this account, since. It's felt incredibly wrong to login to this blog and even attempt to re-read some of the stuff posted or your comments/tags, especially without her to talk to about all your lovely messages. She really did love reading them, and we'd call for hours to laugh and talk about your kind messages.

Although I acted as what you'd call the 'face' of this account, actually posting, reblogging, commenting and following others, she was integral to the heart of this account, to the ideas and writing and editing that made this account what it is, and I don't want to continue posting heacannons/one-shots/any kind of creative writing on this blog without her. This was our passion-project, and a massive chunk of it is now missing.

I just wanted to let you guys know what the situation with this blog is and why, and I wanted to give a massive thank you from both of us for being the most supportive, kind-hearted, and tight-knit community we'd ever had or seen on Tumblr before. The fact we even had fan-art made of our writing goes to show how dedicated and incredibly talented this fandom is, how supportive and just genuinely excited everyone is to hype each other up and lift each other and appreciate all our passions. It's genuinely insane, and so rare in modern internet spaces.

Regarding the future of this account, because I don't want to leave unfinished fics floating around the website, and for personal reasons, I will be transferring all fics/one-shots over to AO3, marking them as incomplete, and 'orphaning' them. I've really debated this decision, and I believe it's the one she'd be most happy with. I'm just giving you guys fair warning, I'll wait a few weeks before I actually do anything. I don't know if I'll delete this blog, I'm rather attached, but I won't be active for a while.

Probably most importantly, if anyone wants to take our ideas or our unfinished fics/one-shots and complete them/edit the story/adapt our head-cannons/incorporate them into your own fics, please do. I think it'd be nice to inspire and help other fic writers, and see the ideas carried on in whatever way you guys choose. Everything on this account is effectively 'orphaned' already, so feel free to do whatever you want with it :).

This is getting long, but I also wanted to say thank you to everyone who sent in requests, funny comments, little anecdotes, and witty one-liners into our messages/asks, both that we did and didn't respond to, especially lately. We planned to do a great return to this blog after our exams responding to them all/clogging up your feeds. Someone even called us their 'favourite niche internet micro celebrity', and we both found it hilarious.

There's no gofundme or anything like that set up. Sometimes, things just don't go as we plan and there's nothing we can do. If I've learnt anything from this godawful situation, it's that you should do whatever you want as soon as possible. Don't wait to join that club. don't wait to take that trip, don't wait to watch that show, don't wait to visit friends or family, don't wait to begin doing a hobby that you think you'll love. Anything can happen, and the only time we know that we have for certain is now. (Master Uguay was right in Kung Fu Panda after all).

I won't be active for a while, but I'll check in to see how this post is doing now and again, and I'll probably post again just before I begin taking things down.

Thank you guys, and I hope you don't dwell on this post too long.

[ceilidho]

Do you have any advice for a novice writer who can’t for the life of them figure out how to begin a story and/or scene? I’ve been slowly working on a novel in my free time for the last couple of years, and I feel like I have a decently solid plot and outline, but every time I go to start the actual process of putting words on paper I always get stuck. I’ve gone back and read the first few pages/chapters of other fantasy books to see how published authors do it, but I can never seem to find the right words or starting point that feels authentic and fitting to my own work. It always feels so clunky and out of place, and although I try to follow the ‘rule’ of starting the story in the middle of the action/a moment of change so that it doesn’t feel boring, nothing I come up with seems to help things flow into the beginning of the plot :/

ugh that's hard because actually forcing yourself to write is truly the hardest part. a lot of it is just nerves. like genuinely you're just experiencing stage fright.

that's why i love using tumblr as a micro-writing platform. when i make stupid little posts here, it feels low effort and i don't attach any anxiety to it, and actually that helps a lot when later on i take bits and pieces of stuff i've written here and add it to larger works (if you were following me when I was actively writing "landscape with honey" or "superstore" you'll remember i took a lot of asks that i'd already answered and just shoved them into the fic).

i highly recommend making a word cloud or vocabulary list for yourself if you're trying to cultivate a specific atmosphere as well. i have one on my phone for random words that i want to use.

then i think it might be helpful for you to try and break it down piece by piece. like if you have a scene where a character is packing a suitcase in order to catch a train, just focus on the first part where they're packing their belongings. there isn't a 'right' way to start a story or write something, so don't beat yourself up because the paragraph/sentence doesn't match perfectly what's in your head. the first draft is always going to be rough as well.

try to think of it like when an artist starts a piece. usually they start with simple shapes that they slowly add on to. you can think of your first draft kind of like this:

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[mourningliliesmorningglories]

Guys I have two microfics I want to finish and post so

Edit: Drarry fic posted here!

And Black Brothers angst here!

[pomefiore-visitor]

LUV U OOMFIE 🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽

the haters making me think that no one is enjoying the kinktober fics. thats okay, i will keep posting them regardless >:)

[hyperactively-me]

happy (belated) halloween 🧛‍♀️🎃🍂

He whistles appreciatively, unabashedly raking over your form. "I might just have to keep you all to myself tonight." His hands reach out to grab your hips, hands gliding up and down your body. One hand travels down to the top of your thigh highs, playing with the little bow at the top. Slowly, he pushes his fingers under the thin, partially see through fabric, pressing his nails into the flesh of your thighs. Your face grows warm as you playfully swat his arm, squirming under his touch. "As tempting as that sounds, I can't."

tumblr was a bitch and deleted half of my draft, so i had to rewrite the second half of the fic unfortunately, which is why this is posted past halloween lol. ok lemme explain myself. i wrote this solely for myself (what can i say, i had to indulge my thoughts!). this is extremely self-indulgent and self-serving. the costume described here is quite literally the exact costume i wore for halloween...shenanigans...i went to (shoutout spirit halloween). i was honestly really feelin' myself when wearing it sooooooooo...this tiny little minuscule thought popped into my mind and. yeah. here we are now! i mean, since it's literally based off something i wore, it's not gonna be perfectly written in the sense that it doesn't have physical descriptors, such as hair descriptions and mentions of blushing. take that as you will. happy reading ;)

warnings: smut

You glance at the clock, realizing it's almost time to head to your friend's Halloween party. You had picked out a rather...showy...vampire costume; a very lacy black corset top, a black micro skirt with a slit up the side, black thigh highs with bows, black lacy fingerless gloves, and a black ribbon choker. You slipped your costume on with ease, the full outfit accentuating your body in all the right places. You dab some fake blood on your throat and top of your chest and cleavage, adding to the "vampire-ness" of the costume.

As you sit at your vanity, you meticulously apply your makeup, darkening your eyes with deep, smoky makeup. Simon had just walked into your shared bedroom, bringing a load of his laundry from the washer. As he set down the load on the bed, he takes a good long look at you from the open door of the bathroom. With a grunt, he approaches the threshold of the bathroom door, eyes fixated on your form. He leans against the doorway, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Lookin' good, love," he says, his voice low and husky.

You catch his gaze in the mirror, and the intensity in his eyes sends a shiver down your spine.

"You think so?" you ask, a playful grin forming on your lips as you adjust your hair.

Simon steps up to you, his hand brushing against your arm.

"Are you sure you have to go?" he punctuates his words with a little whine, and you can't help but smile, shaking your head.

You finish the look with a set of fangs and bright red lipstick. A final touch of fake blood dribbles from the corner of your lip down to your chin. With a contended sigh, you stand up from your vanity chair, turning to face Simon.

"Yes, I have to go right now, actually," you say. "Final product, how does it look?"

You give him a twirl, stopping in front of him with a little flourish.

He whistles appreciatively, unabashedly raking over your form. "I might just have to keep you all to myself tonight."

His hands reach out to grab your hips, hands gliding up and down your body. One hand travels down to the top of your thigh highs, playing with the little bow at the top. Slowly, he pushes his fingers under the thin, partially see through fabric, pressing his nails into the flesh of your thighs.

Your face grows warm as you playfully swat his arm, squirming under his touch. "As tempting as that sounds, I can't."

Simon smirks, a glint of mischief in his eyes. He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you up against him. "I was thinking we could have our own little party right here." His hands slip under your skirt to cup your ass, squeezing it hard. Your skirt practically showed your entire ass off, the edge of the fabric resting just under the curve of your ass.

You blink once, twice. With a little giggle and a sigh, you shake your head. "I promised my friends I'd be there."

Simon groans, his gaze lingering on you. "You're breakin' my heart, you know that?" he says, his tone dripping with mock sadness.

You laugh, the warmth of his embrace making it difficult to resist him. "It's just for a few hours, you big baby."

He leans in, his lips grazing your neck. "Yeah, a few hours I'll be waitin' for you to come home 'til I can fuck you nice 'n hard," he murmurs, his breath sending a shiver through you. His lips linger on your skin, teasingly tracing the line of your jaw.

You let out a soft sigh, squeezing your thighs together.

"I- I have to go," you stutter out, trying to fight the heat creeping up your cheeks.

He drops his head on your shoulder for a moment and kisses your shoulder. Reluctantly, Simon releases his hold on you. "Alright, have fun, love. But remember, I'll be countin' the milliseconds until you're back."

You wiggle your eyebrows playfully at him as you reach over to grab your purse.

He follows you to the front door like a puppy, hand grazing the small of your back. He leans against the doorway, crossing his arms and giving you the best impression of someone who's been abandoned.

Before you can fully open the door, he's grabbing your wrist, yanking you into him just so he could cop another feel. The door clicks shut behind you, and you find yourself pressed against it. Simon's hands slide from your wrist to your waist, pulling you even closer. His lips meet yours in a hungry kiss, which you happily return. Bits of your fresh red lipstick lingers on his lips as you pull away finally, really needing to leave.

"Later tonight," you tease, pushing his chest gently. "I gotta go, seriously. I'll text you when I get there. You have my location."

Simon pouts in front of you, a last ditch attempt at getting you to stay.

"I'll only be gone for a couple hours, then you can do whatever you want to me," you whisper seductively in his ear.

Simon swallows thickly, nodding his head as he finally lets you go.

With that, you press up onto your toes to kiss his cheek goodbye, leaving a red lipstick stain in your wake.

"Lock the door after me, please?" you call over your shoulder as you push open the front door.

"'Course. You have everything you need?" he questions, pointing to your purse. Of course, when you first got together, he made you start carrying pepper spray and a pocket knife.

"Yeah, all set. Alright, see you later, Si," you shout back, heading toward your friend's car parked outside.

The brisk autumn air is a sharp contrast to the heated moment you had just left behind. God. That man. Insatiable, I tell you.

As you make your way to the party, your mind is a whirlwind of anticipation. The remnants of Simon's kiss lingers on your lips, and you can't help but think about what he whispered so seductively into your ear.

Arriving at the party, you're greeted by the pulsating beat of music, laughter, and the unmistakable scent of Halloween in the air. Your friends cheer at your entrance, gushing over your vampire costume. The atmosphere is infectious, and you find yourself losing track of time as you immerse yourself in the party.

At one point, your phone buzzes with a message from Simon. You think you're going to pass out when you open your phone with full brightness. You scramble to turn it down, biting your lip as you take in the sight before you. He was describing in heavy detail what he had in store for you when you got home. The anticipation builds with each passing moment, and you can't help but steal glances at the clock, eager for the party to wind down.

As the hours slip away, you decide it's time to take your leave. Your goodbyes are filled with promises of future hangouts. You assure your friends that you had an amazing time, and with a giddy grin, you head back home, stomach fluttering with anticipation.

. . .

As you unlock the front door, you're met with a dark house, save for the lamplight streaming from the living room.

"Hey, baby, I'm home," you call out, dropping your purse on a nearby table while slipping your shoes off by the front door.

The moment Simon hears your voice, he’s stumbling over his own feet getting up from the couch.

Immediately he’s on you, hands grabbing fervently at your waist. He leans down and presses a firm kiss on your lips. He slowly walks you back into the front door, pushing you up against the firm wood. You melt into the warmth of his body, gently brushing your lips against his. He makes a low sound from his throat in reaction, using his hand to keep your jaw open while he licks deep into your mouth with his tongue.

“Been waitin’ all night for you,” he mumbles in between kisses. You instinctively grab his shoulders, mewling into his mouth as he shoves his tongue into your mouth. His fingers start to dig into your flesh, pressing under the hem of your corset.

"Mm, were you on the couch in the dark?" you question, panting slightly as you pull away, letting your head rest on the door behind you.

His hands tighten around your waist as he breaks the kiss, a smirk playing on his lips. "Lost track of time, thinkin' about what was waiting for me," he admits, his voice low and filled with desire.

You let out a breathy chuckle, swiping your finger over the remnants of your kiss on his cheek a few hours ago.

"You gonna explain your little texts to me, or?" you tease gently, tracing your finger down to the corner of his lip.

"Rather just show you, love," he exclaims, taking your wrist in his hold. Without hesitating, he takes the edge of your lacy fingerless glove in his teeth, and slowly pulls it up and off your hand. You stare up at him, mouth agape as he takes your other hand, repeating the action, this time more slowly. If that was even possible. Not once does he break eye contact, raising his eyebrows at your now heated expression.

"Hmm," he hums, dropping the gloves between his teeth to the floor. He takes your chin in between his fingers, thumb tracing the dried fake blood trailing from your lip to your chin.

Before you can say anything, he's unceremoniously throwing you over his shoulder, your arms dangling down his back. You squeal in surprise, hands searching for stability on his waist.

One arm fastens around the back of your knees, keeping you propped up over his shoulder. His hand brushes over the top of one of your thigh highs, pulling the fabric higher over your thigh. His free hand comes up to grope your ass, now fully on display, no thanks to your skirt.

"Teasin' me in this little get-up you have on, aren't ya, darlin'? Like a goddamn present, wrapped s' prettily f'me."

Your pussy clenches at his words, the need for him to touch you increasing by the second.

"Simon—" you try to say, but instead he bites your hip. You gasp in response, nails digging into his skin harshly. He smooths over the bite with his hot tongue, pressing a sloppy kiss over it. Wetness starts to pool in the fabric of your panties, your vision getting a little dizzy from the way he's rubbing his hand over your ass, the way his tongue left a wet spot on the fleshy curve of your hip.

"Be a good girl f'me, yeah?" he says huskily. "'M makin’ good on my promise."

He practically kicks down your bedroom door, his patience wearing thin the more you wriggle in his grasp. Simon body slams you (affectionately) onto the bed with a grunt, wasting no time to crawl over you.

"Gonna fuck you how you deserve," he promises, his hands ghosting from your legs to your shoulders, pushing back stray strands of hair away from your skin.

Simon pushes down the lace cupping your cleavage, strong and large hands butterfly out across your chest, squeezing the pillowy flesh of your breasts.

"Yes, like that," you encourage, rolling your neck out to relax.

He lowers his head down, lapping his tongue over your nipple. His other hand massages the supple skin of your breast. You moan lightly as he gently grazes his teeth over your skin, his other hand pinching your nipple.

You press your hands up against his chest, balling his black t-shirt in your hands. With a quick breath, you lift your knee up and press it into the crotch of his sweats, making him groan unabashedly. He falters slightly, nearly stuttering to a stop as he gasps from the pressure. You lean up to press a kiss to his jaw, moving your way up to bite his ear lobe with a tug, the fake fangs pressing sharply into the flesh.

"F- fuck," he mutters, squeezing the flesh of your hips.

You slide your hand under the waistband of his sweats and grab his half-hard cock.

"Fuckin' hell,” he groans, letting his head droop. “Y- you little minx.”

He grabs your hand holding his cock, and pumps himself once, twice, before he’s shuddering over you.

“F- fuckkk,” he groans, coming back down to kiss you hard. You run your fingers through his hair, pulling the short strands gently at the base of his neck.

With new resolve, he shoves you over onto your stomach, straddling you as his fingers hurriedly fiddle with the metal hooks that kept your corset firm around your torso.

"Don't you dare rip this corset Simon Riley," you warn, reaching a hand behind you. In a flash, he's pinning your hand back to the bed, pressing his knee just hard enough on your wrist to keep it down.

"Fuckin'— how the fuck do you take this thing off—?" he grunts, yanking at the metal hooks impatiently. He fiddles with it for a moment more then starts to unsnap the hooks, successfully freeing you from the corset.

"Goddamn difficult f'r no reason—" he mumbles to himself as he flips you back onto your back, pushing your corset onto the floor. You let out a giggle. "Awww, big guy had a hard time takin' off a little top?" you tease, stroking his cheek.

"Damn hooks," he grumbles, shaking his head with a smirk as he leans down to capture your lips in a heated kiss. His hands come back up to grope your breasts as he kisses deep into your mouth, barely coming up enough for oxygen.

He reaches around you to fumble with the zipper of your micro skirt, deftly dragging the zipper down the moment he grasps onto it. In one fluid motion, he slides your skirt down your hips and off your legs, tossing it onto the floor. You squeeze your thighs together in anticipation, emitting a soft, low moan.

"You look so fuckin' good like this," he mumbles, gripping your knees and wrenching your legs apart, allowing your knees to rest on his sides.

He takes a ragged breath as his hands ghost over the thin, lacy waistband of your black thong. You watch intently as he drags his fingers down to your core, pressing into the bottom of your panties firmly. You're soaking.

"Fuck, you know what you're doin' to me, lovie?" he groans, hooking a finger under the waistband. Slowly, he drags your panties down your thighs and off your ankles.

He whispers, "You're trouble, you know that?" with a grin.

You flush at his words, whimpering ever so quietly as he runs his calloused palms up your thighs.

"J- just touch me already," you whimper, wrapping your legs around his waist and yanking him closer to you.

"Almost, pretty girl," he says, lowering himself to your thighs, "let me enjoy this."

You're dripping onto the sheets at this point, the anticipation eating away at you. He was taking his sweet, sweet time. Can't rush a stubborn man.

Simon starts to leave open mouthed kisses on the curve of your hip, drool messily dripping down your flesh. He nips at your skin, dragging his nose across the slope of your upper thigh before catching the edge of your thigh high in his teeth.

"S- Simon," you beg, grabbing onto his head. He hasn't even touched you where you needed him most, yet you're already begging him. Simon doesn't respond, ignoring the way you're calling out for him.

He drags your stocking all the way down to your ankle, slipping it off with ease.

"Hmm," he hums contentedly, running his palm up your now bare leg.

He grabs your other clothed leg, hand grabbing your ankle gingerly, fingers ghosting over the tops of your thigh high. He plays with the bow one last time before slipping his fingers under the thin fabric, digging into the flesh of your thigh.

"Fuckin' hell, lovie,” he breathes as he slips your other stocking off your leg. You're quivering from desire, practically gasping for air as he teases your now bare skin.

Before you can beg him to touch you, he's lowering his head to your soaking core. You’re promptly cut off by your own gasp when his hot, expert tongue presses into your clit.

You clench around nothing from how fucking bad you needed him on your aching cunt. The garbled moan you let out is obscene, desperate and worked up from his prior touching and teasing. His mouth is an incinerator against your slick folds, tongue lapping at the velvet of your folds like a man starved. He hums low in his throat as you squeeze your thighs around his head, back arching as his hands squeeze your thighs.

“Si- oh, fuck—”  you moan, words dissipating from your lips as he presses into your clit again.

His fingers dig into your thighs as they tighten around his head, his tongue swirling around your clit like its his day job. You push your hips against his mouth, seeking him out for more.

You moan again as his nose pushes against your sensitive spot whilst is tongue gently pushes inside your hole. He's slow, methodically licking your pussy, humming at your sounds.

You nearly pass out when he pushes two of his thick, calloused fingers deep inside your cunt.

“Oh—f-fuck— Simon,” you moan, burying your fingers in his cropped hair in an attempt to ground yourself.

He growls as you blabber, curling his fingers upwards into your walls. Your cunt pulses around his fingers, aching for more.

"I- you—," you mutter, trying to convey how fucking good he's making you feel right now.

He pulls his fingers almost all the way out, leaving just his fingertips in, just before pushing them all the way back in. He relishes in the way you mewl from just his touch, letting out a breathy chuckle at the way you push your hips farther onto him. Suddenly, he's repeating the action, pumping his fingers over and over inside you until you're practically crying for more.

"I- I need—"

"What do you need, lovie?" he questions innocently, curling his fingers upwards again.

"I- I need you to fuck me—"

"Am I not fucking you with my fingers?" he growls, reaching up to grip your jaw. His fingers start to work themselves faster in you, reaching his thumb to circle your clit. Suddenly, he latches his mouth back on your core, driving his tongue between your folds as if he's trying to split you in half on his tongue.

The way he's latched onto you causes you to see stars, and the oh so familiar feeling of an orgasm comes rushing upon you.

"You—" you garble, your muscles pulling tight in your core. “I-I’m gonna cum,” you breathe, yanking at his hair again in encouragement, to push you over the edge.

The moment he hums against you, the vibration against your clit pushes you straight over the edge. He moves straight to your clit the moment you let go, fingers curling to coax it out of you.

A strangled cry falls from your lips when your orgasm tears through you, the stimulation all too much. Your back arches with your release, toes curling at the sensation. Simon laps up your cum on his tongue, swallowing it like it's the first thing he's drank in days.

"Good girl," he breathes, removing himself from your cunt. "So beautiful," he mumbles, coming up to kiss you. He drags his tongue down to your neck, then comes back up to suck your juices off his fingers in a lewd display.

You swallow thickly, chest heaving watching the way his tongue laps up your slick off his fingers. You thread your fingers together over the back of his neck, pulling him down to kiss you again. Your legs pressing into him feels so delicious, the way you're beckoning him to you. You feel so good, so soft against him that he can't hold himself back from humping you. He's going to go fucking crazy.

"C- can't wait any longer," Simon grunts, yanking down his sweats at lightning speed. His cock slaps up against his lower stomach, hard and pulsing.

A surge of heat courses through your veins, igniting every inch of your being.

"Gonna— fuckin' lose my damn mind," he groans as he lines up with your entrance, noting the way your hole is still dripping.

His strong hands move you, pulling your legs up and outwards. The tip of his girthy cock prods at your entrance, his arm coming up to cradle your head.

"J- just fuck me," you groan, bucking your hips upwards. The moment you rock against him, he's pushing his cock inside you. You both groan at the sensation, the way his cock stretches and pulls you open so nicely. He groans as you swallow him whole, your cunt sucking him in so greedily.

"S- so fuckin' sexy under me like this, lovie," he pants, resting his forehead on yours for a brief moment.

You quiver at the way his cock stretches you open, and you try to speak, but you can't. Simon took his time running his palms over your body, feeling you up. You whimper needily, rolling your hips against him, and it was enough to get him to start moving.

His hips snap against yours, fast and rough. He's relentless, fucking you into the mattress with a strength that only he possesses. He pulls out almost all the way, then pushes back in rapidly. You feel as though the wind is knocked out of your lungs when his hand traces up your thigh to press into your clit.

He strong frame presses against yours, craving closeness. Sweat starts to drip from his forehead, his front strands of hair matting to his forehead. The sight alone could make you cum. His arms flex as he moves his hands to get a bruising grip on your hips. You moan at the way he's rutting into you, acting like a starving man who's been craving pussy.

"Thas' it, lovie," he grunts, watching the way you take his cock so nicely.

"S- so good," you manage to say, squirming under his hold. You instinctively bring your hand down to play with your clit, and in a flash, he's taking your hand away and replacing it with his own, thumb rubbing against it.

"F- fuck, you can barely even speak you're so—" he stutters when you clench around his cock from him playing with your clit.

His thrusts are still going hard, chasing after you with each movement. Simon's pace didn’t let up, the desire to make you feel so good heightening.

"Simon," you moan grabbing at his arms. You can't help but roll your hips again, encouraging him further.

"Thas' right. Say my name," Simon's tone drips with praise, and it makes you shiver, clenching around his cock. He groans again, nearly stuttering to a stop at the action.

Each brush of his fingers against your clit brings to life another orgasm, the muscles in your lower abdomen pulling already. The air is filled with your moans and whimpers and Simon's guttural grunts. He's starved, so extremely needy, and he needed you.

"Simon—" you gasp, "—gonna cum—," digging your nails into his skin.

You watch his eyes meet yours, his pupils blown with lust. His lips meet yours in a kiss, his thrusts turning sloppy.

Your orgasm pierces you like a bolt of electricity, your muscles contracting and draining every last ounce of rationality from your thoughts. You cum hard, seeing stars in your vision, laying there weakly afterwards and let him keep fucking into you, chasing his own high.

"Good girl," he hisses, a sharp intake breath, and his own orgasm chases yours. His hand leaves your clit to grab your hip. His momentum is even, but he's panting, visibly overcome by pleasure. Simon shudders as he buries himself deep within you, his cock pressed against your cervix as he empties himself inside you.

Still catching your breath, you pull him down on top of you to kiss you. He falls on top of you, his chest pressed flush against yours.

"You're perfect," you mumble after a pause. "Treat me so well."

You brush your hands through his hair, massaging his scalp.

He sighs, chuckling lightly as he catches his own breath. He shoves his face in the crook of your neck, allowing you to caress him.

"So gorgeous," he murmurs back, leaning up to capture your lips in a kiss again.

[magiciansfanworksextravaganza]

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Magicians Fanworks Event, Jan. 27-Mar. 9, 2025

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We’re welcoming fanworks of all types celebrating The Magicians (Lev Grossman/SyFy). This low-key challenge focuses on a series of weekly entries, open to both new works and additional chapters to existing WIPs, from Jan. 27-Mar. 9, 2025, Eastern time.

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