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[likeorpheus]

Francis doesn’t know when the weariness starts to creep up on them. Maybe it’s the overwhelming din of the Anaheim Packing District—the hum of conversation blending with the faint strains of holiday music, clinking glasses, and the shuffle of footsteps. Or maybe it’s the cloying scent of holiday candles wafting from one of the shops, an overbearing medley of cinnamon, pine, and something sickly sweet. The smell turns their stomach, and they press a hand to it, trying to breathe through the nausea.

The dizziness hits when they try to take a step. Their vision tilts for a moment, a strange, disorienting sway, and they grip the edge of a nearby counter for balance. Their fingers clutch the cold metal, and they close their eyes against the sudden vertigo. Lizzie’s voice cuts through the haze, steady and sharp.

@essentiamortis asked: “You’re sleep deprived and you haven’t been eating. Why do you think you’re feeling dizzy?”

They glance at her, the world still tilting slightly at the edges. Lizzie looks every inch the composed figure she always does. There’s concern in her dark eyes, though, a faint crease between her brows that belies her otherwise cool demeanor. Francis tries to laugh it off, but it’s weak, and Lizzie doesn’t budge.

“It’s nothing,” they mutter, though even they don’t sound convinced. “Just... tired.” They try to wave her off, but the effort costs them—another wave of dizziness washes over them, and their grip on the counter tightens.

“Maybe too much to drink ? Is that possible? ” As an alcoholic, probably not.

[akeijies]

i don't mind having my main out there :) ty for asking tho !! i think clarity for sfw and if u wanna do nsfw then exposed !! -@goldenkirstein

exposed ( fem. character x fem. reader )

notes: you ever just get horny for a girl? because god damn. girls make my brain go brrr- normal normal unedited because i’m too embarrassed to reread the stuff i write ✨ also thank you for the prompt my dear <3 i’m so nervous abt this imma just go to work i loVE U ALL OK? OK BYE

wc: 1.4k

warnings: nsfw!! minors do not interact! public fingering!

her hand rests on your knee, and the touch alone sends you in for a whirlwind.

you both are at dinner, sitting directly next to each other like the gross couple you are, backs turned to the other patrons of the restaurant. your legs are spread- your left one under her right because 'you move too much' and the cool air from the restaurant blows around your bare legs and shocks you when it fans against your bare wet cunt.

you both are far too comfortable and she doesn't do anything for a while, toying with her phone as you skim through the menu out of habit, despite ordering the same thing every time. her hand moves up to your thigh and you tense slightly, your nerves dancing around excitedly in your body.

her gaze remains on her phone screen but you can see the way the side of her mouth quirks up. "nervous much?" you pinch her side, relishing in the way she jumps in her seat. she rights herself just in time for the waiter to come asking if you both are ready to place your order as he sets the drinks the two of you ordered on the table.

her order rolls off her tongue with ease, and you take in as much of her face as you can in those few seconds, completely sidetracked by how pretty she is. so sidetracked that when you snap back to reality, it's to feel her nails dance higher and higher on your thigh.

your eyes must give away how confused you are because she clicks her tongue and just chuckles; it's that mix of 'wow, i love you' and 'wow, you're so fucked' and it does some really twisty things to your stomach and sends a wave of arousal to your core, the same one that's now inches away from her fingertips. you wouldn't be surprised if she could feel just how hot you are, aching for her touch. "i ordered for you," her fingers slowly find their way right in front of your heat, the slightest twitch and she would be able to feel the slick that's coated itself between your fold and something about that makes you ache even more. "the usual, right?"

you nod mindlessly, not hearing the question but praying it didn't require elaboration. the pauses between her questions and statements confuse you and you hope it isn't easy to tell that you're having a hard time keeping up. you focus on her again, hoping to steal a quick look at her eyes to see if she can tell how affected you are- by something so simple, as her just being.

however, when your eyes go to meet hers, you're met with the sight of her lashes fanning out on her cheeks. if you weren't to hyperaware of everything about her at the moment you would have missed the way her eyes swirled dark as she stared at the way your pussy gleamed because of her, for her.

you have the decency to be embarrassed and you attempt to close your legs even a little bit. she must sense how you tense and shifted because she mumbles a 'nu huh' before her leg tightens over yours, keeping them spread the exact way they are.

"i want to see that pretty little cunt of yours get all excited." her voice is barely above a whisper and her eyes slowly drag themselves back up to your face before looking dead into your eyes, " i'm allowed to see, right- i mean it does belong to me after all."

a barely catch the whine that almost passes your lips, but you can't hold back the startled 'oh!' when you feel her fingertips slip through your folds, playing with the slick that's collected there.

your breath stumbles out of your lungs and you try to catch as much of it as you can to keep yourself composed, unsuspecting to everyone passing by.

"'so wet, babygirl." she presses a chaste kiss to your cheek, it's the complete opposite of the way her two fingers slide into you; so sinfully, so easily. "all this for me, hm?"

your eyes flutter shut at the words and your hand flies to your mouth just in time to catch a moan from leaving this little space of the two of you.

"mmhm, gotta be quiet, pretty girl. can't have other people hearing those sweet little sounds that are just for me." she says but she works her fingers faster into you and if your eyes weren't shut you'd see that she's waiting for you to slip, dying for someone to hear the way you're leaking for her.

you're barely holding yourself together and she's clearly enjoying the little noises that slip past your lips whenever she hits that spot and she chuckles at the dissatisfied noise that leaves you when she misses it, toying with you.

you're so lost in the feeling that it's easy to forget that you're in public. you almost throw a fit when her fingers leave your soaking cunt and you stare at her with your mouth agape. you blink yourself back into reality just in time to see her fingers, that were covered in your slick, exit her mouth. she takes off her sweater before placing it over your lap just in time for the waiter to return with your food.

he places the plates in front of you both and when you look at him, he's red and stumbling on about how 'he's sorry for the wait' and how busy they are but when you look around the restaurant is more empty than not and you can't help but wonder if maybe the way you tried to silence yourself wasn't good enough.

you think it's shame that floods your body but the thought of being heard makes you just the tiniest bit more excited.

you're already so needy and just want to feel her fingers in you again. so when the waiter finally leaves the table, your hand reaches out for her wrist and slipping it back under the sweater wrapped over your lap.

her eyebrows shoot up and she looks as if she wants to say something smart, something that's gonna make your face run hot, but she just smiles and presses her thumb against your clit and it's not really what you need but it's enough for right now.

your palm is pressed against your mouth to keep all your little noises just between the two of you and your eyes meet hers. maybe it's the way your eyes are pleading, begging with her to do more- maybe she's the one who breaks first, you're not sure and you honestly don't care. not with the way her fingers are back inside of you curling and rubbing against your walls.

your eyes squeeze shut and your jaw drops slightly at the pleasure you're feeling. you're trying you grind your hips to meet her fingers, to get them to go just a little bit deeper.

her fingers brush against the spongy spot inside of you and something behind your eyes bloom and all of your control snaps. your hand worms under the sweater and finds your clit, rubbing and circling and sprinting you towards your orgasm and the way the breath rushes out of your lungs makes you dizzy.

"you gonna cum, baby?" her voice is far off, hazy as it gets through all the cotton in your head.

"'m gonna cum- gonna cum," you mouth, knowing that if you made a sound you wouldn't be able to hide how wrecked you are. your so close and you can hear the squelching of her fingers going in an out of you and with the way your fingers are rubbing your clit, it sends you over.

your spilling over onto her fingers, cunt squeezing around her digits as they continue to milk you through your high. you can faintly hear her cooing 'good girl to you. your vision is so white have to put your head down on the table and thankfully she moves your food just in time to save another mess from happening.

she removes her hand from you, a giggle slips out of her at the way your body twitches at the slight overstim from her fingers before she moves her leg from over yours and nudges it shut.

you spend some time trying to catch your breath and lift your head off the table to see her talking to the waiter, fingers that were just in you leaving her mouth. "no! the food's great- it always is!" how she can say that convincingly when her food is completely untouched is far too big of a concept for you to wrap your head around.

she tilts her head towards you and you're sure that adorable little smile that captures everyone's heart is gracing her lips. "but we'll take the check though- and i think we're gonna need boxes. "

[sign-from-god-complex]

Um, so you're like a Tumblr god with writing, so do you have any tips on how to get your stories noticed and out there? Thank you!

ashdgfsdh that’s so!!!! nice!!!!! ty!!! so, to be totally honest, part of my situation is that I got really lucky with one of my fics early on, where it got like,,, a lot of notes and as such I ended up with way more followers but I can still try to give some tips!!!

(this got a little long, so I’m putting it under a cut)

1. Tagging

People (me included) will go through the Sanders Sides or character tags to find stuff to reblog. Only the first five tags you throw in will actually have your work in them (i.e. if you tag ‘1′, ‘2′, ‘3′, ‘4′, ‘5′, ‘6′, the fic will only show up when you search 1-5) and it won’t show up through searches at all if you use certain words (swear words, in particular, I’ve noticed).

Making sure to tag your stuff in a way that people will see definitely helps but also make sure it’s relevant tags. People looking for prinxiety won’t be thrilled to have analogical in the tag they’re searching. You can check my fics for the way I tag them if you want!

And, in relation to a different kind of tagging, use tag lists! I know there’s some general ones online (@the-taglist-repository has a bunch) but sometimes author’s will also just straight up tell you to tag them in stuff (e.g. I love being tagged in aspec or autistic sides content, @/rosesisupposes likes being tagged in superhero AUs, @/sleepless-in-starbucks demands /j to be tagged in all losleep content, etc. etc.).

I would be careful about just tagging people though. I’m, personally, not a fan of being tagged in things that I haven’t asked to be tagged in. It strikes me a little bit as ‘you’re a big blog so I’m just using your followers to try and promote myself’, even if that isn’t the intention.

2. Make content regularly

Now, I get that regularly putting out content is definitely not as easy as just saying you will—life gets in the way sometimes and creativity is stressful—but it definitely helped me when I started writing. I wasn’t doing much else with my time (an unusual circumstance), so I was putting out like,, at least 2 fics a month. In the entirety of last year I wrote 80 fics. But seriously, the more you write, the better your writing will be (practise!) and the more likely people will see it.

You can also try doing writing games like I’ve done for follower milestones in the past. You can find lists of prompts on tumblr, reblog them and ask people to send you a prompt and a ship for you to write a drabble for. There’s also things like Secret Santa (where people trade content for the holidays) and Soulmate September is this month, organised by @tsshipmonth2020! So participating in writing events that you find could also help!

3. Interact with other writers

The biggest thing, I think, personally, to help content creators is for them to work together to lift each other up (sounds kinda cheesy but I’m serious). If you comment on other people’s work telling them how much you enjoyed their fics, I guarantee they’ll be thrilled and you may become friends! (I’ve had,,, several friendships start this way; @/sleepless-in-starbucks and @/max-is-tired, among others).

And you can interact with writers outside of tumblr too! Discord is a super great way to chat with other writers and get your fics out there, I’ve found. There’s even some discord servers dedicated specifically to writing tss fanfics (@potestessemagishomosexualitatis has a great one that I’m in and ik there’s one run by discord user ‘parallelwrites’, though I’m not certain of their tumblr URL).

4. Write what you enjoy!

I guarantee people can tell if you’re writing stuff you’re not enjoying. You don’t have to write only the most popular ships to get notes on your writing (I mean, just look at Lia, who’s basically made their blog on the foundation of losleep). You should write the things you like, even if they’re niche, cause I promise if you want to read it, there’s other people out there who do as well.

I mean, I just read a qpr sleepxiety soulmate AU that the author (@averykedavra) described as ‘self-indulgent’. I’m a huge fan of platonic/queerplatonic sleepxiety but I never see it written! It’s not popular! But Avery wrote it and I loved it. I did not expect so many people to be thrilled about my aroace-Logan coming out story! I wrote it for Me but people really seemed to enjoy it! You never know what people will love.

5. Take care of yourself

This is maybe not so much writing advice as it is a caveat for all the stuff I’ve said here. At the end of the day, writing is fun and getting praise on your stories feels awesome, and I totally get that, but you gotta make sure not to burn yourself out. I went through a period when I started fic writing where I was,,,, a little too dependant on the feedback I got and if I didn’t get what I considered “enough notes” it basically sent me into a downward spiral.

Now, that’s me and I know not everyone will feel that way, but it’s good to remember you have worth outside of what you create. If you can’t manage to write the amount you think you “should” be, that’s okay. If you can’t manage to finish a piece you’ve been working on, that’s okay. If you go for months without writing because of stress, life or simply writer’s block, that’s all okay.

You are the most important thing in your creative endeavours; don’t forget that.

[comphersjost]

Hesitant kiss with Tyson Barrie, pleeeeeeeease ❤

It shouldn’t feel like this. You’re 19 and you should feel like this for someone almost a decade older than you.

But, fuck, what were you supposed to do? Not fall completely head over heels in love with your boss’s - well, whatever he was?

A media internship with the Avalanche meant interactions with the players, lots of them.

It was supposed to be easy, filming, interviews, editing, and then sending them on their way.

It wasn’t supposed to feel like this. It wasn’t supposed to be longing and crushes and becoming a blushing stuttering mess every time you saw a dark mess of curly hair walking towards you. It wasn’t supposed to be accidental touches making you heart go haywire and your brain go fuzzy.

Why did it feel like this? It’s all so confusing and it makes your brain hurt.

“Watch out!” an all too familiar voice brings you out of your daydream thoughts as 190 pounds of hockey player crashes into you and sends you stumbling back against the wall.

“Shit, I’m so sorry I wasn’t looking where I was going and I just really wanted to get home and-“ Tyson’s rambling stops as he realizes just how close and intimate your position is. His arms are tangled behind your back - in what had been an attempt to soften the blow - and he seemed like he was leaning down, head too close to yours to seem even remotely platonic.

“Hey,” he breathes, eyes sliding down to your lips for a few moments longer than necessary. He wasn’t subtle, and that’s what made you think that maybe - maybe - he felt the same things that you did.

“Hi,” you smile shyly up at him.

“Hi,” he says again. You respond with a “hey” again. His face seems closer now. “I’m sorry about that, I didn’t hurt you, did I?” He seems so apologetic and concerned that suddenly your heart feels 3 sizes too big for your chest.

Your smile widens ever so slightly as you shake your head. “I’m okay,” you say softly, “you’re hair’s pretty wild though.” A giggle escapes your lips as you reach up to brush it off his forehead. The action brings your head closer to Tyson’s and you both freeze, your hand is still brushing through his hair.

“I…” the words die in your throat when Tyson nudges his nose against yours. He’s so close, and you want this so bad. But fuck you could get in so much trouble. And he’s so much older than you. Your lips brush against his and sharp gust of air leaves your lungs.

“Hi,” he mumbles, again. You can feel the movement of his lips against your own, just a soft brush of his mouth.

“Tys,” you murmur, relishing in the barely-there feel of him. “I should-”

“Wait,” Tyson’s arms retract from around your back to one hand on your hip and the other arm wrapping around your waist. “Just let me - I just wanna - let me feel - I just want one little taste.”

His lips are soft against your own. You want to stay like that forever, but the kiss is chaste, just a little taste like he said. The noise your lips make when he pulls away makes you wrinkle your nose, afraid that someone heard, but it leaves you wanting more.

“I don’t think I got a proper taste, Tys,” you mutter, glancing up at him to see a dazed expression on his face. “I think we should try again.”

You do. Many times. And this time it just feels good.

send me a leafs, stars, or avs player and a types of kisses prompt!